#not a miracle worker » headcanon

[justicepursued]

Note: I’ve been thinking about Genji’s canon backstory, how O.verwatch glosses over the medical ethics of what was done, and how this ties into Angela’s story. Wall of text under the cut. TWs in tags.  

Before we can talk about Angela, we need to talk about Genji’s care and the “agreement” between O.verwatch and Genji. To do that, we need to lay down a couple of key points as established by the lore, such as it is. Quoted verbatim from his story (I’m leaving the wikia link source in lieu of directly linking the website because I don’t want B.lizzard to get more clicks until they fix their shit) we are aware of the following:

“[...] Genji was rescued by O.verwatch and the intervention of Dr. Angela Z.iegler. The global security force saw Genji as a potential asset in its ongoing operations to combat the S.himada clan. As Genji's injuries left him clinging to life, O.verwatch offered to rebuild his body in exchange for his help. He was put through an extensive process of cyberization, which enhanced his natural speed and agility and augmented his superlative ninja skills. Transformed into a living weapon, Genji single-mindedly set about the task of dismantling his family's criminal empire.” I want to point out the bolded passages because it enumerates three important points: 1. O.verwatch rescued Genji, and Angela was involved in rendering immediate medical treatment to save his life. 2. Genji suffered injuries so catastrophic that foregoing further care would have significantly impacted his quality of life and physiological functioning. 3. In the aftermath of Genji’s emergency care, O.verwatch offered to restore physical function to him in exchange for “help”. Reading further, it is clear that the kind of assistance O.verwatch sought from Genji goes beyond simple intel: Genji’s augmentations were designed to make him a better fighter, or a “living weapon”, as the passage states. If we also take into account his involvement with B.lackwatch in the comics, it’s likely that O.verwatch intended for Genji to work covert ops from the very beginning. While no mention is made about how Genji felt about this development before O.verwatch “rebuilt” him, we get a glimpse of his state of mind during and after his time as an active member of Blackwatch, his backstory mentions that Genji, “felt increasingly at war with himself. He [...] could not come to grips with what he had become.” From this passage, it’s clear that in canon Genji felt anguish about O.verwatch modifying his body into a weapon.   With that established, let’s move on to Angela. As an observant Jewish woman and a doctor, Angela adheres to pikuach nefesh, the concept that “a person must do everything in their power to save the life of another, even donate bodily organs.” To Angela, there is no duty more sacred than preserving a life. It’s why she agitates for healthcare to be free to all, and why she despises any person or institution who uses rendering medical aid as a bargaining chip. While the lore makes clear the Angela was part of Genji’s “rescue”, it never explicitly states her involvement in Genji’s cyberization. What is certain is that Genji’s quality of life was significantly impacted even after he stabilized. Given that the lore is worded in such a way to imply that he was at least conscious enough at some point to agree to O.verwatch’s “deal”, I have to believe that there were two phases to his treatment: urgent care, and then extensive surgery/physical therapy with cybernetics. I headcanon that Angela was involved with Genji’s urgent care, but not involved in the cyberization process. In her time as his doctor, she would have advocated that O.verwatch continue to care for him according to his treatment goals, with no strings attached. She was disgusted with O.verwatch’s plans to shape Genji’s treatment and assistive tech around turning him into a soldier for Blackwatch, and advocated against this. That O.verwatch was successful in getting Genji to take the deal would disillusion Angela’s belief in O.verwatch as a force for good, and serve as (one of) the driving motivations behind her decision to testify against them at the U.N. On a more personal level, Angela feels she failed Genji as a medical professional. It’s a mistake that she is determined not to repeat again.

#not a miracle worker » headcanon #overwatch » do not let your hands be weak #tw medical negligence

[screenviolense]

while the original valkyrie suit was just that, a suit, eventually after a few years of wearing it, angela decided to install ports in her back to make the wings more secure. there are four, located underneath her shoulder blade, two for each wing attachment. they also function in a way where if the wing is damaged or yanked on, it'll automatically detach so the ports don't get torn out and cause major damage. however one of the major side effects is she has constant back pain and probably has had to get a few spinal surgeries to reinforce stuff back there. shitty ms paint diagram under the cut

#✦ ooc #✦ angela z. * headcanons i'm not a miracle worker. well... not always

[lyomeii]

sleeping beauty and her best

-> warnings: yandere themes, obsession, breaking in, stalking and much more.

-> request by anon! hi! i am obsessed with your posts and have been reading them for the past 30 minutes. if you are able to, can you do general yandere headcanons for ryuhei kuroda from lookism with a female darling who sleeps alot like naps all day

-> a/n: thank u anon, i really happy that you enjoy my works and that you made this request. i was in need to write for lookism and your requests came like a miracle, hope u enjoy :)

-> he thought he loved neko, but turn out that was only a empty and superficial feelings he had for that woman. turn out his feelings are towards someone else, you.

-> there is something special about you. as the second born of a popular and rich businessman of your country, you had no option than going to the workers with your older sibling. where you become quite closer to neko, like her right hand.

-> and of course, you met him. ryuhei can’t deny, you are a pretty girl and a smart too. yet, he doesn’t want you to seem like he is trying to use you, so he goes by the slowy path of enchanting you.

-> watching you from afar, he notices how you spend most of the time sleeping in the couch of your place at the workers, even though you could be doing something else. ryuhei sees it as an opportunity to get you know better.

-> entering your place as you sleep to see the many things you keep for yourself. the food inside the refrigerator speaks much about you, you need to take care of yourself more! and the clothes you wear? They don’t make you look bad, but you could look even better if you try a little bit more.

-> he didn’t took anything from you nor look into you much more than mentioned. ryuhei might have entered your place without you knowing, yet he is no fool to think you won’t notice something missing, so he made sure to look like he never step inside your place.

-> now knowing your hobbies and much more than he is supposed to, ryuhei began talking with you more frequently with that knowledge. he knows how to act normal and doesn’t bring any hint for what he did last night, by the opposite, you seem to grow closer to him than before.

-> the two of you talk whatever there is free time, and ryuhei is glad that you let him closer to her you know better. you even nap at his side, resting that pretty head of yours in his shoulder, that make him know that you trust him in such intimate moment of yours.

-> others are quite surprised by the closeness of you and ryuhei. they never expected to see you, someone who often keep to yourself and spend most of the time sleeping, with ryuhei, a guy who many fear.

-> many think that you two are dating by how closer you are to him, sometimes you struggle to convince people that isn’t true. yet, with ryuhei whispers the opposite, people began thinking of you two as a couple and of course, ryuhei uses it to his side.

-> now everyone think twice when trying to approach you, knowing that ryuhei is now standing behind you as his shadow.

@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost

#yandere headcanon #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere manhwa #manhwa x reader #lookism x reader #yandere lookism #ryuhei x reader #ryuhei kuroda x reader #yandere ryuhei kuroda x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism x you #yandere x female reader

[persnicketypomelo]

obsession, vampires, supernatural abilities, mentions of biting

Special Halloween series

Vampire Erik Headcanons

Going for a more general approach, but pulling mostly from the book

Erik already exhibits many…nocturnal qualities as it is, even without adding any supernatural elements

He is not all too keen on sunlight; lives far below the opera house in isolation from society; prefers to lurk, unseen, in the dark

His skin is sickly and lifeless, weathered like parchment, and his skeletal frame struggles to fill the clothes he wears

Even in the book, he seems never to need to eat or drink

He even sleeps in a coffin!

If anything, being a vampire makes Erik’s every eccentricity connect naturally

Erik rarely feeds as he prefers to keep to himself in the solitude of his dwelling

But when the need eventually strikes, he makes a great event of it, wandering to the surface at nightfall, selecting his target with deliberation

He generally tries to target those who would not be missed from the world: traffickers, evildoers, the corrupt

Though he is by no means a force of good in any way

The phantom is careful not to drink from those in the opera house

As it stands, his relationship with the workers and management is strained at best, even before the new managers come along

The last thing he wants is to egg even more fools into pestering him and attempting to flush him out more than they already do

But in the case of unfortunate stragglers who wander into his domain of their own volition…

Well, let’s say his policy of not feeding from the members of the opera house can be overlooked in these…extenuating circumstances

When Joseph Bouquet’s body was found, dangling from a rope, curiously, two inexplicable punctures in the side of his neck were present as well

And when it comes to you...

His hands quiver at touching you, not only due to depravity of human contact, but also from a vast, irrepressible desire for your blood

Despite his gaunt frame, his vampiric nature grants him supernatural strength

His hand shudders with restraint, knowing that he could easily break you if he is not careful, knowing that he could lose control if his thirst clouds his reason

I think this version of Erik would be more patient and restrained than the normal iteration of himself

Age and wisdom mellows out his more extreme tendencies

Furthermore, the extreme speed, strength, and hunger means he has had to develop the maturity to curb his emotional outbursts, as indulging them could wreak havoc

Even with all the comparative wisdom this vampiric version of Erik has garnered, he is still so helplessly allured to your youth and innocence

And if you show acceptance and empathy not only towards his physical flaws, but also to his supranatural side...

Needless to say, the Phantom is beyond smitten, harbouring an obsession too fiery and intense to even possibly contain

Being the object of his fixation is even more dire for you with this version of Erik

His heightened senses can easily catch wind of your position, smelling your trail with the ease of a bloodhound

You have no hope of outrunning him, overpowering him, or even the permanence of his death

If escaping the human version of the Phantom seems a nigh impossible task, then it will take a divine miracle to escape vampire Erik

It is best for your own sake that you avoid ever attracting his interest

Else live the rest of your life by the side of an immortal being with no possibility of escape

#x reader #reader insert #phantom of the opera #erik destler #obsessive #yandere #gaston leroux #phantom of the opera x reader #headcanons #erik phantom #vampire #halloween #all hallows eve

[cinnbar-bun]

can you do luffy headcanons with a s/o that has blue hair with gold streaks and golden eyes. and her personality is sweet, thoughtful, protective and kind? also she doesn’t mind his antics and whenever he wants to go on a crazy adventure she’s just like “oh sure! :D”

(this is my first time asking i hope i didn’t overstep boundaries some how 😅)

A/n: hi darling!! Thank you for sending a request. No you didn’t overstep any boundaries, don’t worry. I do want to say though, not your fault at all by the way nor is it a big deal, but I don’t tend to write about physical appearances for a reader unless it’s a main focus for something like comfort etc. I try to keep the body vague so everyone has a chance to read it. So for this request, I’ll just mostly focus on the personality you sent, if that’s okay?

Rating: SFW

Notes: GN!Reader, fluff.

Word Count: ~500

Luffy with a Protective and Thoughtful S/O

Well, everyone is thankful you’re there to support Luffy. Really, you’re a miracle worker who is probably one of the few who can get Luffy to listen to you.

Luffy at first doesn’t recognize how mindful and thoughtful you are of him. Like if you were to give him your leftovers from dinner because you weren’t hungry and he was, he’d just be happy and gobble it down. After a while of you doing things like that, though, he’d begin to notice it and thank you more.

He might not notice every time after that, but he does instinctively know he can trust you and rely on you. Like no hesitation, Luffy will never question you or think anything bad of you. He just knows for certain, whenever it comes to you, you’re his closest companion and partner.

Often goes to you to be able to do something. Nami, Robin, or Sanji (or, honestly, anyone with a brain) might tell him no (probably rightfully so) but he doesn’t have to worry about that with you.

He’s always happy to have a mini adventure with you. You’re enthusiastic and it bounces off on him too! You two often come back with souvenirs, ranging from a cute seashell or plant to a whole animal.

You two have been put in timeout for that stunt.

Luffy also likes going to you for comfort. He trusts you in a way that’s unique from the others since you're his partner, so he relies on you for that.

Hugs, kisses, snuggles, soft words of praise and encouragement… he adores them from you. Sleepy cuddles while he clings to you are his favorite.

He will admit this to you really easily, but he thinks you remind him of “home”. You simultaneously explore the world with him, but when it’s just you two, it feels like home and he can relax.

It also makes him think of his brothers and family. You’re way nicer though, that’s a fact. He can’t wait to introduce you to them and show you off to the family!

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece hcs #x reader #reader insert #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy

[tea-earl-grey]

Voyager character dnd classes

see the other series here!

Janeway: paladin. literally no question she literally made an oath to get her crew home, she is a prototypical paladin. i started this series of posts because i realized how much of a paladin Janeway is.

Chakotay: paladin. i struggled a bit with Chakotay but he is obviously someone very dedicated to truth and justice and was willing to go off on his own path to fulfill that dream of justice when he joined the Maquis and that's very paladin of him.

Tuvok: monk. i think a lot of Vulcans have big monk energy due to their intense almost monastical studies and devotion to logic and Tuvok is a prime example who is highly trained in both physical and mental discipline and sought to help others (Kes, Suder) exercise that same discipline.

Torres: sorcerer. Torres very much lacks the formal training that a usual Starfleet engineer (or wizard) would have but (in my opinion) has even more natural talent for ambitious engineering and manages to be a miracle worker not through some pact or intelligence but just through sheer force of will.

Kim: wizard. look in the show, Torres and Kim were kind of presented as opposites (the Maquis vs Starfleet) with the personality differences to match despite having a vaguely similar set of skills and capabilities. so it really makes sense that if Torres is a sorcerer, Kim would be a wizard with all the traditional by the book learning that entails.

Paris: fighter. Tom Paris is a fighter and i don't have much of an argument other than ~vibes~ and the fact that only a fighter would think he could tank the damage from going warp 10 and then start turning into a salamander.

EMH: cleric/bard multiclass. look the EMH was literally designed to be a doctor. when he was first activated that was his entire purpose and nothing else so i don't think i can really argue that he isn't a cleric. but as he started to exist for longer, he consistently wanted to be something more (specifically a singer, see Virtuoso). i need to emphasize. he's not a good bard. he doesn't provide inspiration or support to anyone. but the fact is that he needs to prove he can be something more.

Neelix: bard. do i have to explain myself? Neelix is very much a jack of all trades master of none kind of character. he dabbles in pretty much everything and 90% of his scenes exist to give support and encouragement to other characters.

Seven: warlock. even in-universe, the Borg (when they're at they're best) are portrayed as this eerie eldritch entity so i think it would make sense that in dnd mechanics, even though Seven broke away from the Borg, she maintained that pact with them in order to keep performing sorts of magical acts (like her increased strength and like. bringing people back from the dead). but she also very much has that same darkness and melancholy that a warlock has from a pact with an ambiguously evil being.

Kes: druid. no question about this one. she has an affinity for plants and vague but powerful supernatural abilities drawn from the literal energy of the universe.

please feel free to reply with your own headcanons! i'd love to read them.

#voyager #star trek #kathryn janeway #chakotay #tuvok #b'elanna torres #harry kim #tom paris #emh #neelix #seven of nine #kes #star trek dnd fusion #i'm this close to starting to type up everyone's character backstories and pretending like i'm actually going to write something #but for real voyager would make a great ttrpg campaign (whether it's a dnd skin or not) #my posts

[posletsvet]

A bunch of JJK season 2 headcanons:

(because I had nothing else to occupy my mind with while on a train trip)

Nanami has a few stomach problems, so he's very mindful about his diet. He eats bread on his cheat days. He also has mild lactose intolerance.

If there's anybody in the series with a 'my body is a holy temple' attitude, it has to be Gojo. He never smokes and rarely drinks because of that. Others used to make fun of him for 'being a princess with such delicate tastes', but he certainly did use it to his advantage by being insufferably annoying after parties/celebrations. He ended up not being invited.

Shoko smokes to wind down, so she sticks to some pleasant flavours. Her favourite ones are cherry and coffee, and she gets annoyed with tobacco shop workers for confusing the latter with chocolate.

During school Shoko carries around a handful of sugarless candy or gum to chew on in order to resist a tobacco craving. Gojo makes a habit of stealing a couple or more from her.

Geto smokes to numb his senses, so he usually goes for nasty foul things, nothing fancy at all. He also buys cheap cigarettes because he doesn't like the prospect of spending too much money on it. Once Shoko tried to snatch a cigarette from him, but ended up putting it out without finishing.

Geto actually hates the smell of cigarette smoke, so he has a separate set of clothes for this purpose. Gojo doesn't like it either, and he whines about it every single time Geto goes for a smoke because that means he can't hang out with him without smelling it.

Adults in Geto's life are usually fond of him, especially his past teachers, and his reputation of a model student is important to him. This is partly because his previous classmates tended to treat him as an outcast due to the rumors around him.

Haibara comes from a rural area and still has a great share of childlike wonder towards everything around him. He's more than excited to live in the capital city.

Haibara has a bunch of older siblings as well as a younger sister. By some miracle, he manages to get along with everyone. You guessed it: he is the miracle.

Utahime's hair tie is actually Shoko's gift.

Utahime's hairstyle was something that inspired Shoko to grow out her hair. She started by growing out her bangs. Before that, she had worn a bob haircut for as long as she could remember. Her mom insisted on it -- she thought longer hairstyle wouldn't suit her as her hair was rather thin. Turned out it wasn't true.

Shoko was raised by a single mom.

Nanami pierced his right ear, then backlashed by becoming too self-conscious about it and grew out his hair to hide the piercing.

Gojo is effortlessly good at everything he puts his mind to. When he started seriously studying chemistry in order to further improve his Limitless, he turned to Shoko for help, but then turned out to be a frustratingly quick learner. She would idly throw things at him for it.

Geto is a morning person to the marrow of his bone. His habit of getting up early stems from his childhood when he used to do so in order to get a few spare hours just for himself. He took to mindlessly cleaning up his room back then as well -- as a means to relax by organizing his life at least a little bit and feel in control of it.

Geto also cooks pretty well and is used to looking after himself. He's not that much of a foodie, though, and at some point of his life struggled with an eating disorder. He relapses during the Premature Death arc.

As someone who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Gojo doesn't know what household chores even are. After he takes Megumi and Tsumiki under his care, for quite some time it doesn't even occur to him that doing all the housework by themself isn't a normal childhood activity for an eight-year-old.

Gojo tries to give Geto a sweet tooth by being obnoxious about Geto having his drinks sugar-free and trying to sneak sugar in his beverages. It results in Geto gradually taking to drinking his tea/coffee with just one piece of sugar. Gojo thinks it's a win.

Gojo forgets to buy presents every single time. Untill he brings Geto and Shoko ridiculously expensive gifts that one time when they came to the decision they're not buying anything for each other this once due to low budget.

Gojo is an albino and has very sensitive skin. (That's why he was wearing a hoodie in Okinawa!!) Moreover, if it wasn't for the Six Eyes, he would have poor eyesight.

Geto's skin tans very quickly in the summer and he gets freckles easily. He ends up burrowing Satoru's sunscreen a lot.

Haibara is the only dog person of the group.

Shoko was involved in the jujutsu world from pretty early on since her technique is so rare and so valuable practically -- therefore her laid-back and nonchalant attitude.

Gojo has a severe case of being touch starved. He's constantly leaning in somebody's personal space and initiates touch a lot. Usually Geto doesn't mind it, but on bad days it rather unnerves him as he sometimes just needs his privacy.

Utahime used to chew on her lips when deep in thought or feeling nervous, and that made wearing lipstick a problem. She broke that habit after graduation as she started to gain confidence.

Geto and Utahime have the best handwriting among the group. Geto's is more graceful, swift with prolonged fine lines, and Utahime's is smaller, neat and round and with a lot of curves. Nanami's letters are refined and tidy, but somewhat formal as if it's typed rather than written. Shoko has pleasant handwriting as well, but she usually writes really fast and doesn't care whether it's nice to look at or not. She's got messy notes only she herself can navigate through. Haibara's writing is almost childish, big and legible and somehow brings to mind the image of a smile. Gojo's writing is like chicken scratch honestly. He couldn't care less and finds it funny when it's impossible to read.

Haibara more often than not forgets his lunch money. Nanami and Geto are usually the ones who share with him when it happens. Afterwards Gojo always demands that Geto share with him as well.

Last but not least: Gojo has migraines from time to time. He claims that laying his head in Geto's lap is the only thing that helps him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #utahime iori #nanami kento #haibara yu #sashisu #i love them your honour #i love them so so so much #i hope nothing bad ever happens to them #anyways don't mind me #it doesn't have to make sense it's just my therapy #are there a few too many smoking headcanons? #probably #i have a couple of tokyo trio hcs as well #but i think they deserve their own post #will i ever make it? #who knows

[saintsenara]

I’m obsessed with your Percy/Rodolphus fic, so I just wanted to get some more of your thoughts on who you think the Lestrange brothers are/what they’re like. They’re often overlooked in this fandom but I personally love them. (PS your answer to my Frank/Rabastan question was amazing. Thank you!)

thank you so much, anon! this is a lovely ask and i'm so thrilled you've enjoyed subluxation.

i've been joking quite a lot while writing it that it’s tricked me into finding rodolphus and rabastan lestrange fascinating, having never cared about them before. but this is - it’s time to come clean - not strictly true... obviously, as a bellamort shipper, poor cuckolded roddy has had to take up some space in my brain, but also the family appears in quite a lot of my other writing and i have quite a lot of headcanon lore i appear to have ascribed to them…

most of this - unsurprisingly - surrounds the family’s relationship with voldemort. while the evidence of canon is that the malfoys are voldemort’s favourite accomplices - at least until lucius falls from grace after failing to retrieve the prophecy - i am much fonder of the idea that the lestranges are the dark lord’s most important death eaters and that the family has been in voldemort’s orbit since the second he arrived at hogwarts.

i do not - however - think that the lestrange originally ensnared is either rodolphus or rabastan. i know many people choose to interpret the mention in half-blood prince of a lestrange in the slug club alongside tom riddle as referring to rodolphus - and i do see the interesting things which can be done both with the idea of him as voldemort’s oldest friend [and, therefore, fully aware of his real name, appearance, and background, while his wife is not] and the idea of him as much older than bellatrix. but i much prefer the idea of voldemort having an impact which is distinct across three separate generations: you have the knights of walpurgis, who become the first death eaters, who know the proto-voldemort of the 1940s and 1950s, with all his messy human characteristics; then you have these men’s sons, who know the unassailable paramilitary kingpin of the 1970s, who seems to be a force of pure magic; then you have these men’s sons, who know the paranoid, monstrous voldemort of the 1990s and his single-minded obsession with harry potter. or, in other words, you have abraxas malfoy - then lucius malfoy - then draco malfoy, each trying to square the voldemort that’s in front of them with the voldemort they once knew.

hence my favourite original character: rodolphus and rabastan’s father, romulus augustulus lestrange. named for the last - and worst - roman emperor.

i am - as any good tomarry shipper - obsessed with the parallels between harry and voldemort, and i originally came up with romulus in order to provide voldemort with his very own ron weasley. the two meet on the hogwarts express when romulus sits in tom’s compartment, it’s romulus who acts as the insider to the magical world who helps tom adjust to his new life in the castle, and it’s romulus who convinces tom while they’re heading north that the only house worth being in is slytherin. i like him then remaining tom’s ride-or-die even through his teen edgelord days, his depressed retail-worker days, and his long sojourn on the continent.

[although readers of my tomarry wip one year in every ten will be aware that his relationship with the young voldemort is not entirely a happy one…]

i write rodolphus and rabastan as being born in 1949 and 1953 respectively and as having some sort of acquaintance with voldemort as children - indeed, one headcanon i use, if the story fits it, is that voldemort is both brothers’ godfather. this means that, when voldemort returns from albania in 1966, both are in their teens and - rodolphus especially - are all too susceptible to the revolutionary miracle voldemort is promising. i imagine that rodolphus - in conjunction with lucius malfoy - is the dark lord’s best recruiter of young pureblood men in the later 1960s and early 1970s, and that these men are much more interested in open violence than their fathers, who support voldemort as a political leader within the wizarding world’s established framework, rather than as a terrorist.

which means, of course, that i think that rodolphus is the person who recruits bellatrix.

while i like the potential of bellatrix and rodolphus’ canon vibe being caused by the gulf of a large age gap, i really like them as a clear illustration of the way in which pureblood society’s rigid gender roles stifle potential - and, therefore, think that they marry the second bellatrix finishes school, in an arranged marriage they both go through with because it’s what they think they ought to do [and i think that voldemort’s affair with her starts almost simultaneously - i think it’s important, when thinking about bellatrix’s radicalisation, that all the evidence of canon is that she’s groomed to be a terrorist when she’s barely out of her teens by a man old enough to be her father, and voldemort - who, when she’s 19, is 44 - being her only proper experience of a romantic or sexual relationship is quite a key part of that]. i am wedded to the idea that the marriage is profoundly unhappy - but not abusive or toxic - because neither bellatrix nor rodolphus really like each other - they get along cordially enough, but there’s no real passion or affection between them.

the only exception to this is their passion for voldemort and his terrorist organisation. the implication of canon is that bellatrix is the more zealous of the two - and that she is the ringleader of their attack on the longbottoms, while rodolphus and rabastan are just doing as they’re told - but i don’t buy it. i think rodolphus is a hardcore death eater, that he is entrusted with high-level missions throughout the 1970s, and that voldemort values him incredibly highly prior to 1996, when our evidence is that he’s also sent to azkaban having been caught in the department of mysteries alongside lucius malfoy.

[and one high-level thing i think he’s entrusted with is the knowledge of what - exactly - is in his vault…]

which means, i think, that he is probably slightly more disillusioned than bellatrix once he’s broken out of prison for a second time in july 1997. i am now convinced that the role he plays in subluxation - essentially pius thicknesse’s childminder - is one he agrees to because he thinks it’ll keep him safer than being at voldemort’s side as he grows more and more volatile - and i am also convinced [because, i hate to say, i’m a delphini truther] that he flees the battle of hogwarts the second harry springs out of hagrid’s arms and goes on the run with his dead wife and dead master’s lovechild.

rabastan - on the other hand - gets given up by lucius malfoy as part of his plea deal and shuffled off for life in azkaban.

indeed, i really like rabastan as… a bit of a flop. whereas i think rodolphus has a genuine capacity for sadism, i prefer rabastan in what we might call the draco malfoy vein - someone who is profoundly unpleasant and who believes wholeheartedly in blood-supremacy, but who doesn’t have the stomach to actually follow this through with violence. i like the idea of him as someone voldemort finds quite unimpressive, and i also like the idea that rodolphus - since awful people are never wholly awful, nor good ones wholly good - puts himself in considerable danger to protect his younger brother from the dark lord’s anger by fixing his mistakes and covering for his fuck-ups.

and i am now really, really into the concept of rabastan and frank longbottom!

the only other headcanons that i am absolutely set on when it comes to the lestranges are that their ancestral home is in brancaster, in norfolk [a very beautiful, but not not desolate place], and that romulus has a great love of flying horses which is passed down to both of his sons.

#asks answered #rodolphus lestrange #rabastan lestrange #subluxation answers

[writing-the-stars]

hello you can do headcanons where klaus mikaelson is in love with you and always talks about you with others and brags about how perfect you are. please

Yes, absolutely!!! I love this!

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You were an angel sent to bless the Earth. A goddess meant to be worshipped and adored

Klaus believed that wholeheartedly and he needed to make sure everyone else did too

Everywhere he went he sung your praises to the highest heavens. He had a few people genuinely convinced you were a walking phenomenon

And for Klaus you truly were. You hung the stars in the sky for him

You were his godsend, his miracle. Something he had allowed himself and others to convince him he would never have

Since he had been lucky enough to have you bestowed upon him, he was going to let everyone know how absolutely perfect you are and how unfortunate it was for them that they did not have you 

It drives his siblings mad as they can never have a conversation with him anymore without your name coming up

However, they couldn’t deny that you are worthy of all his exaltations

You really were a miracle worker, accomplishing something each of them had tried— in their own respective ways— and failed to do in the span of their 1,000 years— change him

You made Klaus a better man. You showed him gentleness and kindness, showed him what love is supposed to feel like, showed him he is still capable of goodness

You made him want to be better. Want to be someone you could be proud of— someone you deserved

You pushed him, challenged him, inspired him. And he loves you with every fiber of his being

You were a goddess, an angel— his miracle. He praised you, adored you, worshipped the ground you walk on

You were to be exalted with the highest of praises and he was going to be damned sure that everyone knew

A/N: Hi Anon, thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you liked it. Thank you all so much for reading and have a wonderful day!

#niklaus mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #tvd klaus #klaus x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x female reader #klaus mikaelson x fem!reader #klaus mikaelson x y/n #klaus mikaelson x you #klaus mikaelson fluff #klaus mikaelson headcanon #klaus mikaleson imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals #the vampire diaries headcanons #the originals headcanons #the vampire diares imagine #the originals imagine #tvdu #tvdu imagines #tvd fandom #tvd fanfiction #fandom #fanfic #fanfic writing #fandom writing #writing-the-stars

[avocado-writing]

Hello Avo, would you like some headcanons about Aziraphale and postal worker reader?

I'm still in love with those lovely fics you made with them❤️ (bootlmoth)

✨Aziraphale getting inspiration to miracle his tongue longer to have you properly fuck his face and bounce on his tongue

✨French-kissing with your cunt

✨Sexting you(more like teasing with some victorian language seductive poetry) while you're doing other orders around the city

❤️ There are times that he and Crowley take work related trips that might take more than a week. Crowley knows how much you both miss each others company and tries to distract his friend from the anguish and wrap up things as fast as possible.

He doesn't forget you either. Sometimes when Aziraphale isn't looking or concentrated on whatever, Crowley discreetly takes photos of him and sends to you as a treat. Angel with his forearms exposed, doing some innocent thing while in a compromising pose, lots of pics taken from behind where you can appreciate his behind😏

After they're back, you can't wait to end your shift to spend it with Aziraphale and show him thoroughly the extend of your love for him. Crowley disappears for several days to let you have your privacy(insert moaning and grunting sounds all over the bookshop)

You make sure to repay the demon handsomely by making him extra caffeinated beverages, expensive and quality products for his hair and car, etc

That's it for now heh

GOSH he’d send the longest most intricate sexts wouldn’t he? His thumbs fucking flying over that keyboard with a grin on his face knowing what his words will do to you. You blush and get flustered on your shift, expressing both how you don’t appreciate it… but he shouldn’t stop >:)

(Also Crowley sending candid shots of Aziraphale’s fat ass is *chefs kiss*)

#avo answers #Thank you my darling 😌

[thedreammweaver]

Made myself cry with my own headcanon 😵‍💫

While struggling with math homework, I thought about what if Scotty had dyscalculia too?

The idea of a character that’s portrayed as competent and a ‘miracle worker’ in a field that requires math having the same learning disability that’s causing me so much pain and making my future feel impossible got to me okay.

#okay to reblog #kind of a vent #Montgomery Scott #Star Trek headcanon #not to mention in the future they’d hopefully realize not just children have dyscalculia #and there would be resources to help adults succeed

[unholy-screeching9]

NSFW CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

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Another Song Choice! This one is featured in the post, actually. You’ll just have to read and find out where that is 💋

Song Choice: “Hep Cat’s Love Song” by Cab Calloway

King Dice x Reader “Day Off” Headcanons

King Dice x Reader “Day Off” Headcanons (GAME)

King Dice is a VERY hard worker. He works long days and sometimes even long nights, and it’s very rare for someone like him to take a day off.

He’s a workaholic by nature, so sometimes, convincing the die to take a rest for a day is difficult even for Devil.

However… sometimes, life brings miracles. Sometimes, you have the luxury of getting to wake up at a decent hour, with your husband still in bed.

Your eyes slowly flutter open to slits, but instead of an alarm that greets your ears, it’s a gentle snore coming from beside you.

You wake up a little more at the sound, smiling fondly at the rare sight next to you.

Dice is fast asleep on his side, facing you. His eyes have slightly dark rings around them, signaling just how exhausted he truly is. Your eyes trail down to Dice’s hands, and you realize that he’s holding one of yours.

You feel a grin form on your face as you lean down and kiss his forehead, earning a slight mumble and another snore from the man beside you.

Today was going to be perfect.

You gently remove your hand from his grip and get up, making sure the duvet is comfortably covering the sleeping die, and quietly tiptoe out of the room.

You decide that you’re going to make Dice’s day off count, starting with a lovely breakfast in bed. You know the man doesn’t have time to eat well enough, so you plan on making up for that today.

As you walk to the kitchen, you grab the ingredients you need and think of a game plan for the day.

Breakfast in bed. Maybe some funky times during and slightly after. Depending on how long that takes? Maybe some reading. Or a nap, because by god he needs one. Lunch. More funky times. Remind him of how much you love him. Dinner. An amazing massage. Some whiskey. LOTS of whiskey. A FANTASTIC night.

Truly perfect, you think to yourselves as you whisk up the batter for crepes, before beating up a few eggs for French toast. He’s going to be eating a lot today.

A half hour later, you’re heading back to your quarters with a heaping tray of French toast, crepes, a side of bacon and home fries, your drink, and a cup of creamer with a bit of coffee for Dice.

Balancing the heavy tray on one arm, you slowly open the door with your other hand and step inside. Dice is still sound asleep. As expected, the man sleeps like a rock when he’s tired.

You quietly step inside, shutting the door behind you and making your way to the bed. You set the tray down and sit on the edge of the large mattress on Dice’s side, gently rubbing your hand over his bicep.

Dice groans softly, letting out a yawn and shifting slightly before becoming still again. Guess you’ll need to do more than that.

You smile fondly and crawl into the bed behind him, snuggling against his back. You rest your head between his shoulder blades, your hands making their way to his chest and rubbing the area.

“Diceyyy~” you call softly to him, pressing loving kisses into his back.

Your husband yawns again, and this time, he switches sides so he’s facing you. You look up at him and he’s slowly opening his tired eyes, smiling lovingly down at you.

“There’s my babydoll~” He coos and kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

“How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine, even better when I woke up next to you.” You reply sweetly, stroking his cheek. “I’m glad you have the day off today, because I made you breakfast! Your favorite.”

Dice watches curiously as you get up, walking over to where you set the tray of steaming food. You walk back over to him as he sits up, setting it down in his lap. His stomach growls slightly in hunger.

“Oh, sugar, you shouldn’t have!” Dice grins at you and plants a warm kiss on your cheek. “This smells wonderful sweetheart, thank you.”

“You’re welcome honey~” You smile and crawl back into bed beside him, leaning against his side. You pick up your drink and take a sip, watching as Dice picks up his silverware and digs in, taking a bite of crepe and smiling warmly at the taste.

“Goodness darlin’, your cooking is amazing… I’m truly impressed. I’m sorry I don’t get to do this with you often.”

You shake your head and kiss his cheek, resting a hand over his. “That’s not your fault sweetheart, you have a very demanding job. And you do it incredibly well. You deserve a break.”

Dice hums softly as he eats, offering you bites several times even though you refuse. You admire him as you drink your beverage, smiling softly each time he takes a bite, chews thoroughly, and swallows.

Eventually, your husband is finished. And he ate every last bit of food on those plates. He sighs gently and sets the tray off to the side, leaning back and resting a hand comfortably over his stomach.

You smile and lay next to him, your own hand reaching over and gently massaging the area. Dice groans softly in pleasure and removes his hand so you have more room to work with, smiling lovingly at you.

“You’re so good to me sweetheart. That was delicious. Ohhh, my god, please don’t stop… right there, baby..”

You lean over and press a kiss to his lips as you deliver gentle rubs and massages to his stomach, grinning as he moans softly into your mouth. Dice’s soul will never go to heaven, but he’d be damned if this isn’t the closest thing to it.

You pull yourself closer to him as your fingers gently knead, enjoying the gentle vibrations and soft growls that his tummy gave back. Dice blushed slightly, burying his face into your neck.

“Fuck, doll face, you’re rendering me helpless…”

Laughing softly, you kiss his forehead as your hand slowly leaves his stomach, preferring the growing bulge that was coming from his card suit boxers.

His moans double in volume as you massage his dick through the tight clothing, relishing in the way he begs for you to continue.

“Ohhh my Satan, don’t stop! Do not stop, doll! Fuck!~”

He was losing it, and you were barely even starting the day. However, you suppose you could let him cum, so he would be held over until the real fun began after dinner.

“Okay my King, I’ll let you cum. However, I will mention that there will be plenty of other times I’ll satisfy you today. I promise~”

Dice groans loudly in response and nods, allowing you to slip his boxers down a bit so you could pump his cock without the fabric in the way.

The moment your hands touch him again, he melts into you, resting his head on your shoulder as you continue your handiwork.

Minutes later, you hear a strained grunt from your husband. “FUCK, babydoll, I’m going to-!”

You smile as he shoots his spent right into your hand, feeling his dick twitch and throb in your hold. Happy that you have satisfied him for the moment, you lick the juices from your hand and forearm, slipping his boxers back on for him.

Dice pants softly and gazed at you in adoration, smiling warmly at you as you snuggle back against him.

“You’re perfect, sugar. How did I ever get so lucky?”

“I’m the one who’s lucky, King. You chose me, out of anyone you could have had…” You rub your hand back over his stomach.

Dice sighs happily against you, wrapping his arm over you and holding you against his side. You notice his eyes slipping shut and smile softly, fond of how easily you were putting him to sleep.

“Get some more rest, baby. You still look tired.”

He’s gently snoring before you can even finish. You giggle softly and kiss his cheek, checking the time on the grandfather clock. 10:28 am. Pretty decent timing.

You decide to lay there for a while in Dice’s arms, continuing to rub his stomach while he sleeps. You’ll worry about lunch later.

By the time noon rolls around, you both are eating a heaping portion of shrimp cocktail, salad, and some truffles.

You’re both laughing with each other over a joke Dice heard one of the comedians at the casino tell the day before. You let each other pick at your plates. He notices a little bit of cocktail sauce on the corner of your mouth. He kisses it away.

You blush, and he laughs, telling you that it’s alright, that you’re adorable. You both eat the entire meal, leaving nothing behind.

Dice smiles softly as he sets the tray aside to deal with later. He pulls you into his lap, his hands running over your sides as he leans forward to kiss you.

You giggle back at him, kissing him warmly and resting your hands on his chest, slowly making your way back down to his tummy. You smile and gently squeeze the flesh, Dice moaning loudly into your mouth in response.

Keeping your lips on his, you gently push him back onto the bed, your hand lowering back onto his boxers and massaging his growing erection through the fabric.

Dice’s hands are cupped onto your face instantly, groaning loudly into you as he grinds his hips into your hand.

You smirk softly and pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth with his. “That lunch was delicious, but I’m thinking… maybe I’ll have some dessert before dinner, just to hold me off. What do you say?”

Dice’s face flushed a glowing pink color in an instant, and moments later his boxers are yanked back down. “Woah, sweetheart! You must be really hungr— ooOHH!~”

He shrieks in pleasured surprise as you take his dick in your mouth, lowering your head all the way down until you can feel his tip push against the back of your throat.

Dice’s hand finds its way to the back of your head and keeps you steady as he throws his head back and groans in ecstasy.

“Fuck, baby! How the hell are you so good at this?! Ohhhh my word, don’t you stop now. I need you. I need you, sweetheart!~”

You smile slightly as you start bobbing your head up and down, the slight slurping noises you make driving your husband mad.

Dice is a mess as you continue to suck him off, spewing out sweet praises left and right. The pitch in his voice, the way he’s gripping onto your hair, and the delectable taste of his cock makes you close to climax yourself.

However, you keep control. It’s not time yet. Not until after dinner. You can hold it out until then. Dice’s exclamation pulls you from your thoughts.

“FUCK! Doll, I’m gonna cum-! ShitshitshitSHIT!~”

You moan in delight as his seed bursts into your mouth, traveling down your throat. Barely able to breathe, you suck him off one last time to clean him up, and slowly take your mouth off his dick. You grin up at him, licking your lips as you lean upwards.

Dice watches you in admiration as you crawl off of him, laying back beside him and tracing your fingers over one of his pectorals. His face cannot be more pink even if he tried. He is glowing. He loves you so much. He needs you. Fuck.

And you need him. Desperately. You wish he would take more breaks. You want to wake up next to him much more often than you do. You want to spend the entire day in his arms. You miss him dearly.

“I love you, Dice.” You start, brushing your fingers over his flushed cheek. “I love you so much. I wish you’d let yourself take more breaks. I want to do this with you more often.”

Dice looks down at you as you speak to him, frowning slightly in guilt. His hand gently cups your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. He plants a kiss to your forehead, and then your cheeks, and finally onto your mouth. When he pulls away, he’s smiling sadly at you.

“I love you too, sweets. I don’t say it enough, and I’m sorry for that. But god, I need you. You’re everything to me…” He presses another kiss onto your lips, whispering into your mouth:

“I’ll have to take days off more often, then. You’re irresistible, my dear. I don’t know how you do it.”

You beam at his words, hugging against him and nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. You pick up his addicting scent of cigar smoke, scotch, and a hint of French cologne. You exhale softly, smiling at how Dice shudders as your hot breath hits his skin.

Your husband pulled you onto him so you’re using him as a pillow, embracing you warmly. His hands move onto your back as you rest comfortably against his chest.

“You’re everything to me, sweetheart. I cherish you.”

You cherish him just as much, and you’ll prove it later on.

Dinner rolls around, and it’s possibly the best meal you two have had in a while. Filet mignon, medium rare, with roasted brussels sprouts, truffle mashed potatoes, and caviar. A meal fit for a true king and his liege. The food tastes exquisite.

And of course, a king needs to be fed sometimes, right? During the meal, you press a kiss to his cheek and grab his fork from him. Before he can ask what you’re up to, you grab a piece of steak with it and push it into his mouth.

“Sweetness? Is something the matter— mMFH! Mmm…” Dice is surprised at first, but quickly catches on with what you’re trying to do.

He smiles lovingly, biting into the steak with his teeth and allowing you to retract the fork. He chews thoroughly and swallows, rubbing your back gratefully as you scoop up a bit more of the food.

You continue to feed your husband, thrilled with each satisfied hum he gives you, notifying you of how great the food tasted.

Eventually, the plates are empty, and your husband is full to the brim.

“Goodness, I can’t eat another bite. Thank you so much for cooking this up, babydoll. It was amazing~”

You blush at his compliments, kissing his cheek and grinning in adoration.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it sweetheart! I enjoy cooking for you when I get the chance~” You murmur softly and rest your hand over his stomach for the third time that day, rubbing your thumb over it as it greets you with a small vibration.

Your other hand reaches around and rubs his back, and you notice the amount of tension he has in his muscles. You lean forward so he’s looking at you, and you smile softly.

“Honey, why don’t you lay down for me? You have a lot of tension that I think I should take care of for you~”

Dice obeys without question, laying down on his stomach. He turns his head to gaze up at you, a tired smile spreading across his face. Smiling back at him, you grab the bottle of scotch you left on the nightstand, pouring both him and yourself a glass.

You hand him his glass and he downs it in one sip. You do the same with your own, and refill both glasses. Both do you drink it all, and another refill is passed around. Soon enough, you both finish the entire bottle.

Starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol kick in, you straddle Dice’s waist as you move your hands over his back. You gently push your palms into his flesh, kneading away any tension you find.

Getting buzzed himself, Dice groans loudly underneath you, tired eyes slipping shut as he relaxes into your touch.

“Ohhh, my LOVE… your touch is addicting… could you move a little to the left? A little lower? FUCK-! Oh god, right there baby… that’s it… ohhhh~”

You chuckle to yourself as he continues to murmur in approval, kneading all his troubles away. You slightly ache for him the more tension you find, wondering how long it’s been since he last had a good massage.

He needs a new office chair, you think to yourself as your hands work their magic. His back deserves it.

Your hands work out every last knot in his muscles you can find. By the time you finish, Dice is barely awake beneath you, about to pass out into a food coma. But you aren’t finished yet.

“Roll on your back for me, honey.”

He hums and obeys, resting his arms behind his head and smiling up at you.

You return his grin as you lean overtop of him, your mouth sucking and kissing on his collarbone and chest while your hands work on his stomach one last time.

Dice is certainly awake now, and he is whining desperately for more as you work on his front. His arms snake around you and his fingers dig into your back as he begs for you to continue what you’re doing.

Your smile widens as you feel something hard push into your pelvic area, knowing just how you were going to finish off the night with him. Using one hand to keep up the work on his tummy, your other hand makes its way down to his crotch.

You bury your hand underneath his boxers and give his hardening dick a massage without the clothing in the way this time, and you relish in the King’s reaction.

The man is howling beneath you. His head is thrown back to give your mouth extra access to his neck area, and his hand is gripped onto your wrist, almost moving your arm to massage his cock himself.

“Baby-! Oh, darlin’, you’re driving me crazy-!! You’ve been teasing me like this all day… If I don’t get the chance to fuck you soon, I’m going to go insane!~”

He’s so desperate for more, you think to yourself as you remove your precum-covered hand from his groin, smiling warmly and tilting his head towards you so he could look you in the eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’m so glad you enjoyed the meals we had today… I need you to do one last thing for me… consider it a bit of dessert.” You move your hand up to his mouth, pushing your digits inside and having him suck his juices off of each finger.

He happily complied, putting his tongue to good use, licking and sucking off every last drop until your hand was completely clean.

“Good boy… alright honey, I’ve had my fun. I’m all yours~” You lean back and beam at him, letting him sit up and quickly strip you of every piece of clothing you have on.

Dice leans forward and takes you in his arms, lovingly shoving you onto the bed and pinning you down the bed with his hands. He was smiling down at you with those bright green eyes of his, glinting in hunger and mischief.

You giggle to yourself and reach forward, finally pulling off those boxers for good and tossing them off the bed with your discarded clothes. This was it. You were both buzzed as all hell, the whiskey slowly working more of its magic on your systems.

Dice had been waiting for this all day. He was going to enjoy finally being able to fuck you senseless; he figured you deserved a reward for treating him so well.

He barely even had to lift a finger, when it’s usually him who has to do all the heavy work for his boss. It felt so great to have the tables turned in his favor.

Your husband leans down and bites on your shoulder as he pushes himself inside of you, adoring the high pitched squeals he squeezes out of you.

Your hand claws hungrily into his back, nails digging into his flesh as you adjust to him. Your other hand reaches and cups the side of his head, fingers tapping over his pips. That was a good decision.

Dice growls from above you, gritting his teeth as he begins to push in and out of you. You treated him like royalty today, and he would be damned if he didn’t give you some type of payback. He’s sure to let you know how much he worships you as he begins to ram himself into you.

“Ohhh, babydoll, you’ve treated me so well today… you’re so good to me, you know that? Do you know how much I love you? How much I appreciate you? A good little angel like you deserves a reward… I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to WALK the next day~”

You shriek loudly in pleasure as he pounds right into your favorite spot, drool leaking down your chin as you buck your hips along with his thrusts. Your movements, along with his, are sloppy and unpredictable.

But neither of you care. You can barely tell. You both are just so happy with each other, and you want to take advantage of the impeccable feeling of making love. You both have been waiting for this.

A whole day of eating, sleeping, joking together, and loving each other, all for it to come together with a night of steak, alcohol, and sex. God, what more could you two need? Nothing else mattered. All you care about right now is each other.

Love has never felt so euphoric.

“Ohh, my King!! I love you! I love you so much-! BABY-!! I’m getting close-! Ohh SATAN, I’M GONNA CUM!!” You cry out in warning, nails digging deeper into his skin as your genitals start to tingle.

“It’s alright, darlin’! I am too!! IT’S ALRIGHT! CUM FOR ME, BABY!~” Dice groans in response, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s about to release.

You hit your peak first, screeching in pleasure as your juices burst from your genitals and start to leak from you, dripping down your legs and onto the sheets underneath.

Dice cums right after, his seed exploding into your hole. It’s his turn to fill you up this time. He moans loudly as he rides out his orgasm, keeping his throbbing cock inside of you as you both pant heavily, trying to catch your breath.

Eventually, he slips out and grabs a few tissues, wiping you down so no residue is left behind. He’d hate for you to wake up sticky in the morning.

You smile tiredly as he finally lays down beside you, shifting closer to him. Your legs throb in pain, but you don’t care. The relaxing feeling from the alcohol and the high from your orgasm is more than enough to make up for it.

Dice sighs in content, pulling the duvet to cover you both as he shifts closer to you. His hand sneaks around your side, tickling you slightly. When you erupt into a series of drunken giggles, he can’t help but join you.

You both laugh with each other, holding each other close, just happy to be together.

Neither of you worry about the hangover you’ll surely have when you wake up. Neither of you think about the fact that Dice will have to work in the morning. Neither of you care about the sweat clinging to your skin. Fuck it all. None of it matters.

11:45 pm. You both are passed out drunk in each other’s arms, without a care in the world. Satisfied. Full. At peace.

Dice should take days off more often.

King Dice x Reader “Day Off” Headcanons (SHOW)

It’s rare for a huge star like King Dice to take a day off when he’s in such high demand. It’s even more rare when he loves his job. Not that you could ever blame him.

Dice’s show airs on the radio almost every single day. Usually, he will get up bright and early, kiss your forehead, and head off to start his day. You wake up alone, but he’ll always leave you a lovely note, inviting you backstage to watch his show live.

Sometimes, however, you get lucky.

Every once in a while, you wake up, and see that you’re not the only occupant in the large bed that morning.

Your eyes flutter open, and you feel your heart skip a beat when you see the sight in front of you.

Dice is fast asleep beside you, gently snoring in your ear. A tiny stream of drool trickles down from his slightly open mouth and onto his pillow. His hand rests overtop of yours, the morning sunlight beaming inside the room from the large windows and hitting his figure perfectly.

He’s beautiful. It’s extremely rare that you get to see your husband like this, so peaceful. He’s usually up before you, and gone before you can even greet him. This is such a nice change of pace.

He works so hard, you’ll think to yourself as you gently stroke his cheek with the backs of your fingers. He deserves a good rest.

You smile and gently squeeze Dice’s hand, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere and pondering what you could do with him today. It was his first day off in a long while, so you wanted to make it count.

After a few minutes, you slowly crawl out of bed, tucking your sleeping spouse in with a kiss on his forehead, and leaving the room. Yes… you knew just how you wanted to spend today with him.

You head into your kitchen, grabbing the ingredients to make breakfast and getting started right away.

The sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup flood the room as you cook, humming gently to yourself. You wanted to surprise your husband with a nice breakfast in bed… and maybe a little something extra, before you both got started with the day.

He’ll probably want to have a night out. We rarely have those. Isn’t that celebrity party he was talking about happening tonight?

Though to be honest, you’d be content with having a night in as well. Just you and him. Together. Relaxing in the comforts of home. That sounded lovely.

But really, it doesn’t matter what you do. As long as you both have fun with each other, that’s what counts-!!

You jump in surprise as a pair of arms suddenly hugs you from behind, and a husky, sleepy voice greets your ears.

“My my, how the tables have turned… it seems that I was the one to wake up alone this morning.”

You chuckle and turn your head towards your husband, grinning and sneaking a quick peck before turning back to the pan in front of you.

“Good morning, my love. I take it you slept well?”

“I slept like a baby. I must have been tired, I didn’t even notice you leave the room. How about you, doll?”

“Peacefully. It was so nice to wake up beside you this morning, that rarely happens.” You reply warmly as you stack the last pancake you make onto the plate.

Dice feels a pang of guilt at your words, and hugs you a little tighter.

“I’m sorry I work such long hours, sugar. Even more so that I don’t take many days off. I know it mustn’t be very pleasant to wake up alone so often.”

You take his hand and squeeze reassuringly, smiling as you turn to face him with the plate of pancakes in hand.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I promise. You work so hard to put on a perfect show, and you do such a good job. I only wish you had more chances to relax and unwind.”

Dice smiles lovingly back at you, accepting the plate you offer him and kissing the top of your head. He loves your cooking. He wishes he could have it more often.

You embrace him, resting your head on his chest and inhaling his scent. Cigarette smoke, cologne, and a dash of cinnamon. It’s addicting. He’s addicting. You love him. So much.

“It was meant to be a surprise, but we can still have breakfast in bed if you want!” You laugh softly and take his hand, interlocking your fingers with his.

“That sounds perfect, sweetness. You’re perfect. I love you so much.” He murmurs sweetly, gently squeezing your hand and heading back to your room as you grab your own plate of food, along with drinks for him and yourself.

You both eat in bed together, making nonchalant conversation. You bring up the stray cat you keep spotting every time you leave the home. Dice laughs, and suggests adopting it. The food is delicious.

You can’t help but watch as Dice eats, your heart warming up at how much he appears to enjoy the food. Definitely not heating up a little about how perfect he looks. That’s ridiculous.

He just… how does he make something as simple as eating look so pretty? So hot? He’s truly a wonder. You unconsciously trace your fingers along the edges of his head, making your way down to his stomach.

Dice shudders at your touch, swallowing his last bite of food. He sets his plate aside and sits back, allowing you to slowly unbutton his silk pajama top. You pull the fabric back, exposing his torso, and your hands hungrily start to run over his skin, making Dice laugh beneath you.

“Goodness dear, your hands seem to have minds of their own… what do you say we spend the day in tonight?~”

You pause in your tracks, looking at him with wide eyes. “…What?”

Dice looks back at you in slight confusion, a little worried he might have said the wrong thing. “How about we stay in tonight? Have a day, just the... two of us?” He asks sheepishly, his cheeks reddening slightly.

You were in shock. You were sure that he would want to go out. He wants to stay in? Just the two of you? No interruptions?

Your face leans in so it’s mere inches away from your husband’s, your eyes searching for untruthfulness. But you found none.

“…Sweetheart?” Dice murmurs in question, his hot breath gently hitting your face. That was enough to make you crazy.

You kiss him, hard, causing you both to fall back on the bed. He immediately kisses back, wrapping his arms around you and burying his hand into your hair. When you pull away, his face is glowing pink in excitement.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” Dice laughs softly, cupping your face with his free hand.

“Dice, I haven’t had a day off with you in a long time… and you want to stay in today? Just us? No one else? Of course it’s a yes!” You exclaim in excitement, peppering his face with kisses.

Dice feels another slight tug at his heart from guilt as he rubs your back. He feels bad that he doesn’t spend enough time with you, and makes a mental note to try and take more days off so he can satisfy you.

Meanwhile, you are working on pulling off the silk top he’s wearing, leaving kisses and love bites on his collarbone. Dice eagerly helps you, slipping his top off and tossing it aside.

As a thank you, your hands move down to his stomach and give it gentle rubs. As you massage his tummy, Dice groans in pleasure and wraps his arms around you, panting slightly.

“Ohhh, baby… it’s barely 10:00, and you’re already driving me mad… I can’t wait to spend the entire day with you, my love~”

You smile in response and lean down, pressing gentle kisses onto his stomach.

Dice moans softly as you settle on top of him, straddling his waist. You gently walk your fingers up his chest, trailing up to the sides of his head.

Your fingers gently brush over the ridges of his pips, and you relish the sweet whines you receive from the action.

“Sweetheart! Ohhh, fuck! Please, please don’t move your fingers… I promise, I’ll take such good care of you!~”

You giggle at his words, leaning down and planting a kiss to his lips before muttering into his mouth:

“I’ll be the one taking care of you today, my King. Just sit back for me.”

Dice slightly trembles in excitement, and you feel a telltale hardness bump against you. Smiling warmly, you help Dice peel off his silk pajama slacks, and massage his hardening dick through the fabric of his boxers.

He shrieks in ecstasy as you work, squeezing his eyes shut. You grin at how easily he becomes undone for you. It’s adorable. Precious. God, he’s so perfect. It turns you on.

After a little while, you feel his boxers become wet with cum, and smile at your handiwork. At this point, Dice is a panting and sweaty mess underneath you, letting you know that you’ve done a great job.

“Shit, sweetheart… remind me to suggest staying in more often, if this is the result… my word, you’re perfect~”

You beam at his words, rubbing up and down his bicep.

“I’ve waited so long to finally have you to myself for a whole day… I’m going to enjoy this, and I hope you will too.”

“Oh trust me doll, I am~” Dice replies smoothly as he sits up, holding you tenderly. “How about we have a bath before lunch? With as many bubbles as you want. I’ll even turn on the massagers while we’re at it~”

You nod excitedly, letting him stand up with you in his arms. He carries you off to the large bathroom, setting you down on the counter as he turns on the bath and sets it to the perfect temperature.

As the bathtub fills up, Dice is focused on getting you undressed. His hungry eyes lock with yours as he seductively peels off your pajamas, and then your undergarments.

You shiver slightly from the coolness of the marble against your skin, and Dice chuckled fondly, picking you up off the counter.

“Don’t you worry, sugar. I’ll warm you up soon~”

His husky voice in your ear sends chills down your spine as he carries you to the now full bathtub, slowly setting you inside before slipping off his own boxers.

He grabs a bottle of bubbles from the cabinet, squirting in a decent amount before climbing into the tub.

You are drawn to him like a magnet, shifting over to him and resting comfortably on his chest.

The bath idea is a wonderful one. You always enjoy the feeling of his warm, smooth skin against your own. In a way, it makes you feel safe and protected.

You smile softly, pressing gentle kisses onto his face and neck area as you grab one of Dice’s many loofahs, massaging the soapy bath water into his skin.

Your husband sighs shakily in response, holding you close as you wash all his problems away. Every time you scrub over a spot with tension, he moans and relaxes into you. You smile softly, happily kneading away every knot in his back, arms, thighs, even his stomach.

Dice thanks you by lovingly biting at your skin, making his way down to your chest, his thumb brushing over one of your nipples.

You shudder in response, and let out a soft whine of your own as he takes it in his mouth, gently sucking on it as he massages your chest.

You feel yourself grow heated again, and to your luck, Dice cups your face, pressing the tip of his cock against your hole.

“You’re captivating, baby… let me repay you for that wonderful massage~”

And he does. He slips inside you, earning a pleasured squeal from you. Kissing your cheek, he takes the loofah from your hand and washes you, letting you have control of your movements on his dick.

You both work together, as a team. You focus on grinding onto his length just hard enough to keep the water from splashing over the tub, and he washes your body.

You both even finish at the same time. You help him reach his orgasm, and he finishes scrubbing down every part of you. Both of you are left more than satisfied by the time Dice drains out the water.

He lifts you out of the tub with care, setting you down and drying you off with one of his fluffy towels. You’re given one of his bath robes to wear, because he knows you like them better. They smell like him.

Once you’re both dried and robed up, you both head down to the kitchen to get started on lunch.

The early afternoon is filled with laughter as you both cook lunch together. Dice hasn’t had the need to cook in his life, so he’s much more behind, but it’s sweet to you that he wants to help.

He is BANNED from ever using the pan after he almost burned the house down. And maybe the mixer, after he accidentally exploded flour in his face. His mincing is a little uneven, but it does the job well.

Dice doesn’t care that the kitchen is a mess, or that he has to wash his face off from the flour. Every time you laugh at his mistakes, his heart flutters, and that’s worth a thousand kitchen disasters to him.

You both end up eating a fantastic lunch (mostly thanks to you). Afterwards, you both clean the kitchen together, and Dice changes into some lounging clothes.

You both cuddle in bed for a while. Dice reads one of his many books to you, and you get entranced in his voice.

If your hand unconsciously makes its way to his tummy to massage it while he reads, well, he doesn’t mind. Especially not if it makes its way to his dick afterwards. In fact, he encourages it.

After a half hour, the book is forgotten about.

You decide you want to try doing Dice’s makeup. He lets you. He doesn’t mind if you get a little eyeshadow on his cheek, or apply too much foundation. In the end, you actually do a pretty good job. He keeps it on, because it makes you happy.

Supper time rolls around, and Dice helps you cook again. He’s placed on chopping duty, just on precautions. You work everything else, but dinner is on the table in half the time it usually takes you. It’s funny to both of you how even just a little bit of help can really do a lot.

And of course, what is dinner with King Dice, without a little whiskey and wine to go with it?

The food is amazing, and Dice isn’t shy to let you know that. You blush as he praises you, and recall that he did indeed help as well, and give him a bit of credit.

He laughs, and jokingly remarks:

“Well, I AM your number one seus chef, after all!”

His elegant charm in the way he jokes with you makes you erupt in drunken giggles. He joins you. He can be cocky sometimes, but that just gives him the ability to joke about himself as well. It’s cute. He’s cute. Real cute. God, you’re tipsy.

You both finish eating, and Dice can’t eat another bite. He is stuffed. And you are, too. Well, maybe not completely. Your husband will take care of that later.

“Babydoll, c’mere for a second~” Dice calls out to you after you wash the last dish, handing it on the rack to dry with the rest. Curious, you head to the living room, where he was tampering with the radio.

“The radio? Wait.. oh my god, Dice, I’m so sorry. That party you were talking about a few days ago should be happening right—”

“Fuck the party, sugar. I’m enjoying myself right here, at home. I’d rather spend the day with just the two of us, where I don’t have to put on a front for other people. It’s exhausting. Now come here, I didn’t call you into the living room to fuss about some hoity toity party~”

He gives you an inviting smile as he switches to the channel he was looking for, an upbeat jazz tune gracing your ears.

Your face turns as red as a tomato when he comes up to you, offering you a hand and asking flirtatiously:

“May I have this dance, darling?”

Well, how could you refuse an offer like that? You smile and take his hand, squeaking as he pulls you gracefully towards him.

You never ever understand how Dice can dance for two. You were never a good dancer yourself, and even now, you couldn’t dance to save your life. But Dice…

He’s so smooth on his feet. The first time you both danced, and you expressed that you weren’t good at it, he was nothing but reasurances as he guided you across the dance floor.

“Just hold onto me, angel. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

Not only did he keep you from falling, but he danced for you. It was like you were floating, as he twirled you and swung you and practically swept you off your feet.

If there was one thing Dice would ever be able to do perfectly, is dance. It’s his love language. And the cherry on top of the cake? Is when he would sing along with whatever was playing.

“When I hug ya. You stay hugged, when I dig ya. You stay dug…”

You’re brought back to the present with Dice’s smooth voice as he twirls you around, pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

“When I kiss you, baby! EVERYBODY knows that I’m wild about you!~”

He never fails to make you grin. He never fails to make you loved. He may work harder than anyone, but when he gets the chance to spend time with you, he always makes up for it. Because he’s special. He’s perfect.

You’re truly wild about him.

And boy, you’ll definitely remind him that in the bedroom.

Dice finishes the song with one final twirl, picking you up and spinning with you in his arms, rendering you both dizzy and lovestruck. He turns off the radio, puts you down, and you kiss him. Hard.

He doesn’t expect it, letting out a pleasantly surprised whine. That only pushes you further. You walk him to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

Your lips plant kisses everywhere skin is exposed as you shove him down on the bed, dropping your bathrobe. His hands are instantly glued to your sides, hungrily tracing your figure.

His clothes are off in record timing, discarded haphazardly onto the floor. His cock is very happy to see you.

You’d be lying if you didn’t feel the same.

Your mouth has never moved so fast onto a dick in your entire life. And you don’t think you’ve ever heard your husband squeal as loudly as he does, either. He takes your hair in his fist, and frantically bobs your head up and down onto his length.

You happily take him, letting his tip push against the back of your throat. Eventually, you’re moving on your own, and Dice is helping by bucking his hips into you, literally fucking your mouth. Talk about dessert.

“Ohhh GOD! Darling, you’re taking me so well… FUCK-! Please don’t stop! You’re being so good to me, I don’t deserve this.. you’re perfect. JUST LIKE THAT!~”

His high pitched cries of satisfaction encourage you more, and you continue your work, moaning loudly into his cock as he trembles underneath you.

When he releases into you, you take every. Last. Drop. If a little cum leaks out of your mouth, you lick it away. And man, does that turn Dice on.

He moves forward to switch sides, but you press a finger to his lips, smiling as you coax him back down. The alcohol does wonders on him; he’s like putty in your hands. It’s perfect.

“Easy there, sweetie. Let me take care of you tonight~”

Dice knows better than to argue. Grinning back at you, he lays back, giving you complete authority to do as you wish. Boy, do you take that to your advantage.

“You have a beautiful voice, my love… Thank you for that wonderful song in the living room. Would you be a dear and sing for me again?~”

Before Dice can breathe, your left hand is pumping his cock, and your right is massaging his chest and stomach area. And boy, does Dice sing.

He vocalizes.

“Oooohhhh, heedle heedle heedle HEEDLE!~” he cries joyously. “Skeedledobop, dodeedle ze zaaaAAYM-! SHIT, babydoll! DON’T STOP!”

And you don’t. You want to hear more. More. You lean in and kiss him as your hand moves up and down his dick, your thumb running across the head.

“Your voice is wonderful, honey… I can see why you’re number one on the radio these days~”

“OHHH, SHIT!~” Dice throws his head back, howling as he reaches his peak a second time. “FUCK, SWEETHEART! SAY THAT AGAIN!”

“Of course, my King. Anything for my Number One~”

Dice screams in pleasure as he cums into your hand, his shaft twitching and throbbing in your grip. You smile and release, offering your hand to him so he can lick his juices off your fingers.

He happily complies. His tongue is put right to use, licking and sucking off every last drop of his spent from your hand. Smiling, you position yourself right above him.

“Such a good boy you are, my King… I think it’s time for your reward, for doing such a great job~”

“Oh PLEASE, baby! I’m ready! Fuck me, dammit!”

You comply, sliding yourself right onto his hardness. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you start to bounce onto his cock, grinning as he immediately bucks his hips to match your movements.

You drum your fingers along the sides of his head, and whisper right in his ear:

“You deserve all of this… don’t be shy baby, moan. Cry. Sing. Use that pretty voice of yours for me, my Number One~”

“OHHHHH, scoobah do do be do dAYYY!~” Dice cries as you ride him. “Say that again, dollface!~”

“Say what again? Please be specific, my Number One…”

“YES! YESSS! I’m your Number One! I’m your Number ONE!~”

You grin as you pound yourself into him, moaning loudly when he reciprocates. You throw your head back and squeal in pleasure, crying out to him as you start to get close:

“You are MY Number One, honey! You ALWAYS will be!~”

You reach your peak, and it feels glorious. You scream in pleasure as you release your fluids all over his stomach, the warm feeling of your spent and that final remark you make sending Dice over the edge as well.

“WAAAYOOOOOO!!~” he screeches, bucking his hips into you one final time as he explodes his seed inside of you, finally stuffing you to the brim. That was it.

You both pant heavily as you slide off of him, leaning down and licking your fluids off of your husband’s stomach. He almost gets off again as he watches, whining and moaning every time your tongue glides over his skin. Fuck, you look stunning.

You finally collapse beside him, and he’s immediately clinging to you, spooning you as he buries his face into your shoulder.

“Thank you doll, for making today special. Everything I do in this life, I do for you… You’re perfect. You’re everything I need…”

Dice spews out praises left and right, and you can feel his dopey smile against your shoulder.

The both of you finally satisfied for the night, Dice’s body heat combining with yours, his hot breath on your shoulder, his soft, tired voice in your ear, and his hands resting over yours, make a moment that is going to be worth the horrible hangover you two will have in the morning.

You wish you could stay like that forever.

“You really are my Number One, love. I don’t just say that to get you off. I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else…”

Dice grins at your words, planting a soft kiss onto your neck and whispering softly:

“The good news is, you won’t have to. I’m not going anywhere, baby. I love you.”

That, you suppose, is all you need.

You both fall asleep to each other’s heavy breathing, basking in your warmth, your love, and the memories you’ve made.

One day off is worth a thousand days of hard work.

#king dice x reader #cuphead #king dice #the cuphead show #cuphead dont deal with the devil #smut #king dice headcanons #king dice cuphead #headcanons

[minaillus]

my headcanon on which students would be groupmates w each other in schoolworks(based off filipino schools cause i know nothing else) 

this is based of es(!) era!

warning! it’s really long ;w;

2A

trickstar gang (minus mao) 

anzu and makoto carry the entire group. they give subaru and hokuto fake tasks to make them feel like theyre doing something

natsume, adonis, souma

they always eat together at the back of the classroom so they end up being groupmates)(they do relatively well but natsume has to be the leader all the time or else it crumbles

2B

mao, ritsu, mika, naru 

mao carries 50% of the way cause he's only human. ritsu usually does the rest of the 50% in one night and always gets them amazing scores. he’s like a miracle worker

mika and naru hold up the manila paper or sets up the projector. 

mika always makes the presentations :3)

koga and yuzuru are left with each other since naru always insists her group to be 4 members.

 they get the best scores everyone else in class wants to be their groupmates)

3A

Chiaki, Kaoru, Sena 

they are the dumbass group. kaoru is basically a slacker and sena is an idiot. chiaki is only human so they get barely passing marks. 

no one else wants to join this group...

none of them get stressed over their grades... maybe chiaki a little

Shu and Madara

Shu absolutely REFUSES to be with Eichi. So he just works with Madara.

I think they get fairly good scores together and always pass on time.

People are a bit scared to join this group because of Shu but it’s better than previously mentioned trio

Eichi and Keito

everyone else wants to be in this group. it’s easy A because keito insists on doing it all himself.

eichi tries to help but keito really just wants to do it solo... (whats the point of group work if you dont work with each other keito ;w;)

3B

Kanata, Rei, Wataru, Leo

they have the capacity to get the highest scores in their class. they dont cause they are always absent.

during presentations the teacher just gives up when theyre not there

Nazuna, Kuro, Tsumugi

Nazuna would rather die than team up with the oddballs(and leo) so he groups with kuro and tsumugi.

Nazuna is always the group leader! This group always gets great scores! 

When it comes to like diorama based projects though nazuna insists that tsumugi does not help in carrying because he’s scared tsumugi will drop it

1A

midori and tetora

they do pretty well.

they fight a lot though because midori is always “ugh such a pain” and tetora wants to strangle him

hajime and tomoya

they do ok!

idk what else to say

Hinata

hinata jumps from either grouping with midori and tetora or hajime and tomoya depending on his mood.

1B

Yuuta, Shinobu, MItsuru

they work well together! though sometimes hinata tries to help yuuta out and yuuta gets a bit annoyed

shinobu works hard! he puts up all nighters making sure everything is good!

Tori, Tsukasa, Sora

Tsukasa absolutely HATES grouping with Tori but Tori insists to group together(to bring Kasa suffering)

Sora and Tsukasa work really well together !

This group gets the highest grades in their class

#mina rambles

[orange-coloredsky]

hi im still here and freaking out about. far harbor. here's my weird 10-going-on-21 year old autistic synth extraordinaire being a catalyst for me infodumping faraday headcanons

tw for a mention of suicide & just. general institute dehumanizing bullshit

"No way you're that old." Shaun laughed halfheartedly, tried to keep his demeanor light. He bit his tongue to prevent himself from completing his thought -- Synths like you don't last that long. Records of decommissions and suicides took up more disk space in the Institute's archive of first-batch synths than anything else. Piles of evidence showing the mass production of self-aware beings was far from sustainable. But after years of hardware review and cognitive recalibration software tests, the gain-to-loss ratio evened out. Shaun recalled the single designation-B synth that was always pacing up and down the hall across from his and Father's dormitory. She was a good worker, Father had said. A sweet girl of fifty-four. Residence maintenance, the best of her crew. Her occasional bouts of hysterics were well worth her steady hands with the plumbing.

The breathy chuckle that came from Faraday was equally grim. "Not the first-first-batch, no. I was a couple years down the line. Maybe early '30s? I don't remember." He tapped a pen on his chin in thought.

"Designation K. Robotics handled me. I tended to work with gen-ones and twos -- stuck fixing busted hydraulics, usually. If I was really lucky, one would come in with a unique software error for me to pick apart." "Some of the human scientists liked to watch me work. You know, back then, we were novelties. But others probably wished I would just mop the floors or something instead."

Electricity thrummed in the background. Terminal upon terminal filled with Institute-proprietary materials: memory and horribly simplified emotional data from a machine older than any being on the whole island, barring Shaun's own mother. The makeshift archive was puny by Institute standards, but a goddamn miracle to anyone else in a 500-mile radius. Acadia's knack for technological innovation started to make sense. "They let you touch software? That was unheard of by my time. I'd get my ass handed to me any time I touched a computer."

"Well, there wasn't much choice back then. The Institute wasn't particularly well staffed. All of the founders were long dead, as were most of their children. Their grandchildren were running out of... options, when it came to reproducing a replacement workforce."

Shaun listened raptly as Faraday spoke, pleasantly surprised by how easily this information was given. His parents had made it sound like all Acadians were some unsolvable enigma -- as guarded against outsiders as their neighbors at the Harbor. Yet here he sat in the private room of one of the colony's three figureheads; and the man was perfectly content to reminisce to a stranger.

To a child. Shaun saw his appearance in the faint reflection the observatory window offered. He took this opportunity to push further while he still could.

"So then you left. Why?"

A despondent exhale. "Why did any of us leave?"

#my art #fh #txt #long post #shaun #faraday #in my brain: designations are less to do with when you were made and more to do with what you were made to di #my idea is the closer to the end of the alphabet the more like. in depth your job/likely the more privileged youd be #like coursers are x y and z. top of the game shit. #j k l m is like. middle class. e and before are the ones who were treated the worst probably #faraday being around when gen 3s were first being stabilized + his status as a synth who was allowed to work alongside humans as opposed to #'for' them all the time probably allotted some freedoms that a lot of others didnt have. like being trusted with programming knowledge #hence why dima's archive is so well cared for

[kanerallels]

HERA BEING A TRICK RIDER IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. do you have any more headcanons for her?

THANK YOU I AM VERY VERY PROUD!! And if you're talking about this au, I do! (if you're talking generically, the answer is also yes lol)

Hera joined the circus as a trick rider when she was around 17 or 18. Kanan joined a year or two after

She's been with them pretty consistently for about... *pauses to math* eight or nine years when Sabine joins them. However, she's had times where she leaves for one thing or another, usually to help people

Zeb (the trapeze artist) had a bad fall once, and Kanan and Hera temporarily took over for him. (Hera learned because it felt like flying and Kanan learned because Cal Kestis, his childhood friend, dared him to)

Hera has one other horse-- Phantom! The Ghost is her ancient truck, which she's kept living for years because she's an incredible mechanic (Kanan calls her a miracle worker)

When Sabine joins the circus, she takes charge of the costumes, and redesigns Hera's to look like a bird (because flying). I'm torn between it being a phoenix, a bird of prey, or some kind of cool looking green bird

#thanks for the ask!! #hera syndulla #circus au #swr #kanera

[vievecorcityrp]

Headcanon A to Z

Players who are interested should reblog this post if they wish to take part. Please have your askboxes open so others can send asks in!

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why?

B - Boy/Girl - What is their gender? What’s their relationship with their gender? Has this changed over time? How does their gender identify relate to their gender expression?

C - Caregiver - How do they give/receive care best? Do they care for everyone or just a small number of people? How do they react to someone in need?

D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others?

E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others?

F - Friend - What kind of friend are they? How do they judge potential friends? Where do they draw the line between platonic and romantic relationships? How far would they go for a friend? How do they handle conflict in relationships?

G - Growing - How have they changed over time? How has their self-image changed? Are they more or less of a risk-taker? Has their approach to romance changed?

H - Hero - What makes someone a hero in their eyes? Who is their biggest hero in life? Why? Do they consider themselves to be heroic?

I - Inventor - How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach?

J - Joker - What’s their sense of humour like? Do they enjoy slapstick comedy? What kind of humour do they enjoy in others?

K - Know It All - Are they a Know-it-All? Do they actively seek out new knowledge? How do they behave around others how have a great amount of knowledge on a topic?

L - Lover - How do they show love? Do they love themselves? Do they believe that all you need is love?

M - Miracle Worker - Who or what do they consider to be a miracle? Do they believe in magic?

N - Navigator - What’s their sense of direction like? Do they have a set path in life that they’re planning on following? What do they do if they’re knocked off course?

O - Organiser - How organised are they? Do they have any unusual organisation systems? What would cause them to be uncharacteristically (dis-)organised?

P - Philosopher - Are they particularly philosophic? What do they believe is the purpose of life? Do they have any particularly strong convictions or ideologies?

Q - Queen - What kind of leader are they? Are they entitled? What have they inherited from their parents? How powerful are they? Do they act superior towards others?

R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive?

S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves?

T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice?

U - Ugly - What traits to they find unattractive in others? Do they have any of those traits themselves?

V - Visionary - Do they have a plan for their future? How imaginative or creative are they? Do they have vivid dreams?

W - Witness - What do they consider the best thing they have ever seen? What would they most like to see in their life?

X - Xceptional - Who is the most exceptional person in their life? Are there any rules that they have notable exceptions to? What gets them excited in life?

Y - Yes! - Do they believe in luck? What makes them feel lucky/grateful?

Z - Zoo - What’s the favourite animal? Do they ever behave animalistically? If they were an animal, what animal would they be? Why?

taken from @justocrphelp

#task tuesday #vievecorcitytask