#today you got... headcanon

[lgcsori]

CHARACTER UPDATE!

name cha sori birthday august 15th, 2002 birth place anyang, south korea blood type b zodiac sign leo favourite motto "you have not failed until you quit trying" previous appearances future dreams season 6, youtube short film, modeling gig, legacy girls japan

random facts

was in high school on the running, soccer, volleyball and swimming team

she is allergic to pineapple

her favourite idol is astrid from crystallis, she also collects her photo cards

daughter to a famous model named cha miso

sori knows how to play guitar

year end goals !!! would like to become a better choreogapher !!! would like to become better variety !!! would like to do more modelling gigs most memorable/favourite event - lgc girls japan 004 sori got the chance to perform on a scene among friends, it was a memorable event which sori will treasure for long, performing on a scene made her event more determined to debut

[snail-day]

So, you’ve got the period crankies, huh? That time when everything feels just a little too much - the world is too loud, your clothes feel all wrong, and nothing you eat quite hits the spot. But lucky you… you’ve got the best boyfriend(s) in the world...

Gojo Satoru? Oh, he notices the second your pout appears. You’re a little extra snappy like a turtle, shoving him off when he tries to sneak a hug, but he doesn’t mind. It just makes him more determined to get you in his arms. He gets all dramatic and playful, leaning in close to nuzzle your cheeks like a giant, overexcited puppy, pretending to nibble on them until you can't help but giggle (the occasional lick too and don't worry he does do all the om nom nom sounds too). He’ll kiss that frown right off your face, over and over, whispering that he loves even your cranky self best. It just shows that his bundle of sunshine is comfortable with him!

Suguru Geto, though? He’s the warmest blanket on the coldest day. The moment he sees you tense, he’s pulling you onto his lap, arms wrapping around you like a cocoon. “Breathe with me, sweet girl,” he murmurs softly, the rumble of his voice soothing your frusterations, tucking your head beneath his chin, his heartbeat steady against your ear. He strokes your back until your muscles stop twitching, your breathing evens out, and then he’s off to grab your favorite sweets, promising to be back in just a moment. But not before he kisses your forehead and tells you how strong you are and that you're his best girl.

Poor Nanami. He tries so hard to be serious, but when you get overwhelmed and flustered, a little laugh escapes him. You’re just too cute, like a tiny bunny with puffed-up cheeks and furrowed brows. He cups your face so gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks as he presses the softest kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, everywhere. “You’re allowed to be cranky,” he says calmly, “but first, sit down. Eat a little. Drink some water. Let me take care of you.” He does surprise you with flowers towards the end of the week too!

And sweet, confused Choso… He wishes his blood manipulation could help, tries to figure out why it doesn’t work like that. But he doesn’t give up. He’s always right there beside you, pressing warm kisses to your face and neck, whispering that he loves you and hates seeing you in pain. That he's sorry as if he has caused this all to happen. He cuddles up tight, letting you bury your face in his shoulder or even bite him if it helps. “You can take it out on me,” he says with a little smile, “just don’t hold it in, okay?” Definitely does text Yuki for advice...maybe even invites her over for extra support.

Now if you need the yandere/dark version it's right here.

[screwpinecaprice]

When your boyrfren is a morning person.

(Idk if Connie's not a morning person, but it'd be funny if she isn't.)

Connie doodles (and a Steven!)

[yandere-wishes]

*Laying seductively on lego bricks* so I hear you want more Jason x catreader ideas ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

So before Jason got torture by the Joker the relationship Catreader "try" to continue her job as a cat thief but was kinda depressed. (She was low key jealous of her sisters having their Robin, Mittens got Dick, and Stray got Damian. Stray was like "GURL YOU CAN HAVE HIM")

But when Jason came back as Redhood (Catreader dosen't know his identity yet) and she was fired up to make him her nemesis, playing tricks and flirting with him like her old Robin. Is this a 180 degree from the catreader with AK Jason? YES. I'M CRYING -(•ㅅ•)

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｡ ₊°༺Meet me at our spot by the anxiety༻°₊ ｡

જ⁀➴*Excitedly chewing on legos* OMG NO cause this is so juicy, like let me just rip out Jason's heart for a sec. Let me fill him with rage and break his heart a little.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚When Jason dies he leaves a hole in your heart. One that you're certain the Red Hood can mend.

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Your sister doesn't appreciate the little bird that follows her like a shadow.

She says his presence is like an eclipse, an eerie, tiring thing.

Some day she'll miss the repartee, the attention, the "friend" she made along the way someday when the boy lays in a coffin six feet deep, as little birds tend to do. She'll realize that he took a part of her with him. Buried beneath the earth left to rot and waste.

Of course, she only grows more frustrated when you say such things. When you remind her how fleeting and fragile this life is.

He was the happiest of them all. Cheerful little bird following his father through the shadows, chirping in joy as he skipped to echolocation. Playing with a naive kitty who never fully understood that they were meant to be enemies.

It's funny looking back, realizing how fickle children truly are. How you used to joke so earnestly about eating him whole and plucking his feathers from between your teeth. As you both sat on a skyscraper's edge sharing a juice box. Jason would laugh, would throw his head back, and kick his legs.

"That'll just mean we'd be together forever. I can haunt you from the inside."

You do truly wish it had been you that had killed him. That you had gotten the chance to peel the meat from his bones and savor their flavor upon your tongue. You would have enjoyed the crunch and pop of the cobalt between your teeth. Enjoyed finally, finally being able to crack open his skull and unburden him of his terrors.

But in the end, the kitty cat never reached the robin.

No, it was in fact the clown that gobbled him whole.

There's a part of depression that's relatively saccharine. The isolation and the silver of worry you feel, sweating off people when they note the vibrations of melancholy you emit. You see your mother's concern and your sister's vexation. You like how it makes you feel powerful. Like a divine decree to burn and kill. But you never do go after the clown. Your mother had forbidden such fruitless endeavors.

"I don't need you in a coffin as well".

Still, you long to wring the Joker's neck between your claws.

You had met him in the dark of an alley almost three months ago.

Requiem is held here often, in the shadow of your skyscraper. The armistice sanctuary where the two of you had spent the final quarter of your nights. No war, no fighting, just two kids in masks lying in the moon's gentle rays.

Your bag of jewels slumps over your shoulder. It feels like the weight of the world.

In the dark, a red thing moves. The ground shakes under his steps as the gloom slips off his body. He is rejected by the dark and unwanted by the light. "What you got in the bag Kitty Cat?" his voice is distorted, like an echo escaping a pit.

You jump, clawing for his arm upon descent, but the fabric he wears is too thick, the attack never reaches his skin. He uses your confusion to land a kick between your ribs. You slid over the concrete street, friction slivering the side of your uniform and the flesh beneath. When you look up again, he's seized the jewels and is halfway through scaling a nearby building. He turns to you, the white eyes of his mask sink into the crevasses of your soul. His fingers touch the side of his masked head in a mock salute.

"Haven't lost your touch sweetheart"

You spend most of the day sleeping in the sun, the only bearable thing left to do. You dream in shades of sugar plums and lilies. Sweet things that keep the bitter nightmares away.

It's gotten so hard to wake up lately.

So hard to stay awake.

Batman once told you that time heals all wounds. Maybe when you're older you'll forget the frantic patter of your heart when Jason smiled at you.  

A shadow blocks the sun, making you stir. Red menace that bears death like a perfume. When you look at him, your body chills. You choke on foreign nostalgia. Deja vue pricks at your bones trying to engrave itself upon the marrow. Why does the Red Hood feel like a forgotten memory? Like a lullaby, your mother used to sing.

He doesn't leave he just stares. Unblinking white lights instead of eyeballs. Trained on your body. You feel naked under his gaze. It's almost as if he's torn you apart and memorized every little detail about you. Refusing to sew you up again. He leaves you an open cadaver for his cruel entertainment.

Hours pass, he only ever stares.

You've stopped sleeping since that day.

His ghost haunts you. Flickering in the moonlight as you sink beside an alley wall. When you look up, Jason is there beaming down at you. Jejune, unscarred in every way. You feel phantom kisses across your knuckles.

Just a street cat and her dead birdie.

When did depression and insomnia become such good friends?

"I miss you" you whispered, as tears slid down your cheeks. You blink, trying to relieve the irritation in your eyes. When something blunt and cold presses against your forehead. He's there, the red menace, the annoying thorn that wedged too deeply into your flesh. Pointing his favorite handgun at your head. You almost wish he would shoot.

When the light hits his helmet just right it's like an open head wound.

"You look so ethereal in the moonlight, like a corpse bleeding out."

He's taken aback by your statement, he tenses, his fingers twitch. In anger or shock, you aren't quite sure. "You're really disturbed you know that kitty?" His tragicomic lilt tastes so irritably sweet. You can't help but laugh like a madman.

Maybe Batman was right, maybe time does heal all wounds.

Maybe you've finally found your eschar.

When Red Hood punches you, hard enough to fracture bone, you can't help but relish in sickly-sweet sentimentality.

He's so familiar but you just don't know why.

Osteonic, pneumonic your body remembers while you do not.

"Keep throwing punches like that and I might think you hate me, darling." You blow him a fake kiss before he sweeps your feet making you fall back.

He straddles your hips, pinning you to the ground. You gave him a fake pout before his hand is on your throat. Squeezing, harder and harder. It's like he's trying to push stars inside you, making you connect them and form constellations to say everything he never can.

Spots dance across your vision as you offer him a final giggle.

"Come on kitty, I thought you could take a little roughhousing."

It happens again.

He's so haunting in the daylight. Like a ghost twice dead.

He's staring

He's always staring

You didn't need to see his open casket

You would have thought him sleeping

He's dead he's dead he's dead

You say it so often these days it's like a mantra.

Jason, Red Hood.

Where does one begin and the other end?

You can't keep pushing the ghost of your childhood friend into the first new vigilante in town. But you can't help it.

It's like Jason's been reincarnated.

Like he's finally returned.

You've taken to reading Hamlet.

Not because you want to.

But because you feel like the answer to these phantoms lies between the ivory pages.

Or maybe it's because you wish to study Ophelia's madness. In hopes of finding a cure for your own.

You feel like Ophelia drowning in the river creek.

You feel like Hamlet arguing with apparitions.  

"I hate you." He screams one night, he's been chasing you for the better part of an hour after your recent heist at the museum. You laugh and through him a kiss as you jump to the next building. But midair Red Hood tackles you, using your body to cushion his fall. Your bodies rest entwined atop that familiar skyscraper. "I love this place" you mutter from underneath him. "I used to come here with my best friend when we were young. It was..."

"...Our spot" he finishes. He lets out a bitter chuckle that sounds more like a profanity aimed straight at you. He stands again, knees keeping you pinned down, digging into your hips. His fist collides with your face again. He does it so often now you've come to almost love them.

"Jason" you murmur as the blood trickles down your nose, you feel something in your eye pop as you laugh. "You remind me so much of him".

Red Hood stands taller. For a second the world stills. He reaches behind and pulls up his helmet...

There's a popped blood vessel in your eye. Or many a concussion has bloomed within your skull. Regardless the vision flickering before you can't be real.

"I've got you under my skin" he murmurs as he lays a chaste kiss upon your cheek. "No matter what I do, I just can get rid of the thoughts of you." He pulls your body up and embraces you so tightly. You only whisper his name like a scared prayer. Inhale his scent like ichore. He's too solid to be a ghost. Or maybe you're finally dead.

Jason buries his face in your neck. Muffling his sobs as bites into your shoulder, letting your taste erupt inside his mouth. He's missed you, he's missed you more than anything else. It hurts knowing you'd be willing to replace him with someone else. Hurts that you fell for the first wise-cracking man in a mask that you met. But it's okay, it's fine he can punish you later. For now, all that matters is that you're right where you belong.

At your spot, with him.

"I'll never leave you again kitty, I promise"

[austiebug]

A read a fic a few months ago where sat was luci's teenage mistake baby but born before asmo and the triplets, thus explaining how he's fourth oldest and 'youngest' at the same time. But now I can't find it. If you have any leads please contact the tip line. Thank you.

[sanzodaily]

day 9 | (testosterone) shots

[weskie]

Wesker when his partner insists on raising and keeping an abandoned baby kitten:

not at all inspired by the one i got to baby(cat?)sit 🥺🥺 Fic Directory

He finds the creature repugnant. This is, after all, nature running its course. The mother cat must have abandoned it for a reason.

"Your attempts to nurture it are in vain. The odds of one so young making it are slim." He tells you this several times.

Your persistence amuses him even though the disruptions to care for it become a nuisance.

One day, you convince him to hold it. His hand is far larger than the kitten's body and it has ample room to squirm about, mewing pathetically.

The creature is merely a week old- if that.

On the outside, he is cool and composed- borderline uninterested. On the inside? Maybe it is a tad... endearing.

As the kitten grows, so does its affinity for Wesker.

It loves to pounce his boot and climb up his legs. You always find it so incredibly precious even if he merely removes it and drops it in your lap without a word.

Wesker is the textbook definition of "didn't want the cat but would destroy someone for even looking at it wrong."

You're almost jealous of how much it likes him, though you can't deny the sight of your little fuzzy friend curled up on Albert's lap, purring contently, warms your heart.

You have to hold back your giggles when the highest quality cat trees, toys, treats, and food begin appearing in your home.

He would absolutely never admit it, but Wesker genuinely grows to love the cat.

[crowleysgirl56]

Good Omens season 3 finale movie thought of the day:

What if Aziraphale is memory wiped, just like Gabriel, and Crowley is trying to get him to remember. He angrily growls, “Try! What’s the last thing you remember!”

And Aziraphale looks at him, his face softens as he stares into those beautiful yellow golden eyes. A small smile plays across his lips as he gently says, “I love you”.

Then the moment is gone, his eyes unfocused once again, and he’s back to being confused by his surroundings.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Hello Newsies fandom, for your casual viewing pleasure (and because apparently some people think headcanoning the Jacobs family as Jewish is antisemitic), here is the exact passage from the official Newsies novel that states Davey is Jewish and Jack is Irish :D

It's not a headcanon, it's literally written in the source material and, even if it wasn't, this fandom has been headcanoning characters' ethnicities based on their names since 1992. They're street kids living in New York City in 1899, they're going to be a diverse group and the best thing we have to go on is their names. I know my group of mutuals headcanon at least two other characters as Jewish, somewhat if not entirely based on their names.

Like, I don't know how else to explain that headcanoning a character with a traditionally Jewish name isn't "stereotyping" it's literally just being like "oh hey, this whole family has really common Jewish names, it would be fun if they're Jewish" and then we all move on with our lives because it's also literally canon. Like, it would be bad if we were headcanoning a character as Jewish purely because they exhibit behaviors that are also associated with negative Jewish stereotypes but that's literally not what's happening here. Also I'm pretty sure it's mentioned in the non-dialogue parts of the script somewhere but I don't have access to that.

In conclusion, don't be weird about people headcanoning characters as minorities, it's not stereotyping it's literally just people existing.

(Also, I am not Jewish, so I do not at all claim to be any kind of authority on representation. If any Jewish bloggers want to weigh in I will happily read and be open to learning!)

[crescenthistory]

sometimes i forget that not everyone were raised in the same corners of the marauders online spaces as i was, but then i see someone think marlene and james aren’t friends???

i have always believed it to be scripture that the mckinnon, potter and pettigrew families were very close, living in the same area and raising their kids almost like siblings. marlene, james and peter were like this 🤞 from day one.

[lgcsori]

LGCU STUDENT PROFILE

general info: name: cha sori year: two major: dance

subject ranking (top5): 1) dance history 2) performing arts 3) art of problem solving 4) calculus 5) korean language & literature

3 random facts!

sori's original major was going to be communication, but after a random dance class with her father she changed her mind

sori has never missed a single day of school

being late for class ones, sori climbed through the window in order to get there before the teacher (it worked)

[acaciapines]

thinking about dess again GRAH one day i'll figure out how to write this god damned dess&asriel fic but for now im thinking about. dess as the tragedy of hometown. she left, she died, she's not here anymore. she did the one thing nobody else could. she GOT OUT. and oh how that ruined the lives of everyone she knew.

anyone else having dess thoughts this fine night PLEASE SHARE YOUR DESS THOUGHTS WITH ME......

[diyasgarden]

Art Donaldson is canonically a girl dad, but I could also see him as a boy dad. I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to have a son too. He seems like the type of person to want children, just because he wants children. Like it's as simple as that. He loves having a daughter, but he'd also love having a son. And in all honesty, he'd probably want multiple children. When you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s elated. He doesn’t think you need to know the baby’s sex when the doctor asks. He'd be able to bond with his children regardless of gender. So it's not something he ever thinks much about when he thinks about having children.

But I can only see Patrick as a girl dad. Having children in general scares him. Partly because it is a big commitment, but also because he's just afraid of messing up another human being. These feelings are just worse when he thinks about the possibility of having a son. He does not have a good relationship with his own father, so what if he just repeats the cycle with his son? He feels nauseous thinking about it. Do these fears exist with having a daughter too? Yeah they do, but it exists in the periphery. Not as blatantly obvious. He can think about having a daughter and not instantly think about the past. About his own childhood and his parents. When you tell him you’re pregnant, Patrick is spiraling. Patrick isn't sure if he would be a good dad, but he knows that if he is, it would be to a daughter not a son.

[neverfeverdream]

today i got to go into a deep cave and experience true dark. the true deep, wonderful darkness that is complete absence of light when deep underground. the walls of the cave echoing only the sounds inside them. trapping everything inside of it and turning it around and over itself and it was

truly beautiful.

i now understand what it is to be in the darkness and i don’t understand why the light is the one known for its radiance when the darkness can radiate in that way

[albaricomics]

Who do you think proposed, nacha or Francis? And what do you think the wedding was like?

BTW AHHH I LOVE UR ART U ARE THE BEST TNMN ARTIST AND ARE OUR QUEEN😭🙏♥️

OHGOSH THE PROPOSAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

I think they had gone on for at least two years, but honestly, Francis knew Nacha was the one from the first 2 seconds he glanced at her. He was on his knees for her since 💘

He was never the type to do big extravagant things or gifts for anyone (unlike Izaack), Nacha knew this since their first anniversary was just walking out, watching a movie and having the entire day for them, simple date, and she was fine with it

But for the proposal my DUDE worked his a$$ out to get the shiniest, most pretty-looking ring, and a very unique one because if it was hit by the sun, the reflections would show the colors of Nacha's eyes

Such a pretty ring you'd get lost in if you stared for too long, just like he got lost in her eyes all the time

So there she was, sitting at a table of the restaurant where they met; (1941) she used to work there as one of the chefs, the man in charge of receiving food and supplies didn't show up, so Nacha was assigned to do that too (besides all the cooking, ugh yk). A knock on the door made her rush to open and just get done with this delivery already, or else her soup will boil up. Door opened, and a "mmm, hello-" just stop abruptly, and somehow the very visibly tired man's eyes managed to widen, focused on Nacha's. Francis was used to just have a man pick up the milk bottles into the place and be done in just a couple minutes, so this was a very... pleasant shocking surprise. She also forgot how irritated she was just seconds ago, being honest it was nice to see someone closer to her age around here. And so it all started.

(1943) After some minutes of Nacha making circles at the top of her wine glass with her hand, Francis arrived... different. He wasn't in his usual half-asleep mood, he looked very much awake, happy to see her and even a bit nervous. She had to ask what's up with him, they were just having dinner, right? He was up to something, holding himself from letting whatever the secret was slip, and just said he ordered for both and it should arrive anytime. I the meantime, trying to calm things (and himself) down, they chatted on all the wonderful things they've happened to live together, what they've learned from each other, and before they could go on with thinking about the future, a waiter stopped the music machine to turn on the radio; a familiar voice was reading this very specific, romantic poem that was read to Nacha, in one of her dates with Francis...

As she realized, she turned to Francis, who was on one knee already, and now exposing a big flower bouquet he'd hidden in his back; words coming out of his mouth were just revealing how pure his feelings for her really were. As he was done and getting to say "today, I have something very special to ask you...", same waiter came with a silver platter, she took off the lid, and an opened little box with a diamond ring was there, along with a note that said:

"My sun,

... would you marry me?"

The excitement she felt was undescribable, a frantic YES!! was all she could say through her tears and excited jumps, immediately hugging/kissing him (which was a very moving scene for anyone who was there, clapping and cheering filled the place.

The wedding, ooh! Just as beautiful as you can imagine, her dress was pure white with a long tail, golden hour sunlight framing their first husband/wife kiss perfectly 🧡💕

[bonncy]

Will you levitate up where the angels inhabit?

Will you levitate where I won't reach you?