Headcanons: Aesthetics (Raymond Smith) - What smell(s) are they, what flower are they, what season do I associate with them, do I think they have a favorite aesthetics, songs, etc.'
Requested By: @will-grammer
A/N: Headcanons are below cut. Most of the songs chosen are based on vibes alone. This is also the first time I am attempting this format of headcanons, so it may change in the future.
I may also add onto this in the future as I find things that remind me of him.
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Smells:
Woody scents like walking through a forest after a gentle rain.
An expensive cologne you cant place the specific scent of, but it makes you feel warm and comfortable.
Cinnamon and Wood Smoke
Peppermint scented aftershave and beard oil.
Freshly ground coffee with a hint of cocoa.
The scent of thick parchment paper of an old book.
A smokey burning smell that could be either gunpowder or charcoal.
Flowers/Seasons/Etc:
Raymond is Autumn.
The browns, oranges, reds and gold colors of Autumn.
The leaves changing, falling, and decaying. The full cycle of life.
The crisp cold air that hangs like fog, with rays of sunlight shining through.
He is the evolution of Autumn to Winter than you never see, but feel in your bones.
Walking down a wet paved sidewalk as leaves float down from the trees overhead. Your feet crunching the leaves underfoot.
He is a Biden's Flower. A barbed and bristled plant with a colorful flower hiding it's dangerous parts.
Quotes/Lyrics/Songs:
'aut viam inveniam aut faciam' - I will either find a way, or I will make one.
"Knowledge will give you power. But Character will give you respect."
“If an idiot is in power, never lose the patience. Otherwise you'll be fallen to his level.”
'I Feel Free' by Cream
'I Heard It Through the Grape Vine' by Marvin Gaye
'Bad Moon Rising' by Creedence Clearwater Revival
"Well you think that you know what I am but you don't. 'Cause I say what you can't and I do what you won't." - Halestorm; 'Sick Individual'
"I was told a million times. Of all the troubles in my way. Mind you grow a little wiser. Little better every day." - Queen; 'Keep Yourself Alive'
Other/Misc
Tweed suits and hounds tooth plaid.
The sound of ice clinking in a glass.
A gold, brown, black and copper color palette.
He is the sound of rain hitting the umbrella overhead as you walk.
The distant city at night that somehow lulls you to sleep after a long day.
Dark Academia mixed with Mafia Aesthetic.
Books, a neatly folded coat, perfect handwriting always in the margins, an empty glass, and a gun.
xx
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gentle kisses before drifting to sleep. the scent of rosewater, spice, and english lavender. freshly-baked pastries and exotic tea in the gardens. neatly combed hair, and a single strand that refuses to be tamed. bear hugs and peppered kisses. the smell of freshly-pressed shirts. dried ink and fresh parchment. poetic confessions. slow dances, overwhelmed with love. candle-lit dinners. piggyback rides and the taste of cotton-candy. soft smiles and longing glances. overwhelmed by memories, crying at midnight.
joseph joestar is . . .
the thrill of adventure. the scent of peppermint, citrus, and sandalwood. an inextinguishable fire in his eyes. observant glances, hidden behind a sunshine smile. soft socks, warm feet. being friends with everyone. boisterous laughter that fills the room. drunken confessions and accidental kisses. hugs from behind. love at first sight. fast dancing, with dips and twirls. flirty winks, wandering touches. gentle gasps, and the rustling of sheets. stomach filled with butterflies. staying awake for too long. forgetting to say ‘i love you’. lost friends, and the nightmares that follow. bitter loneliness and alcohol.
jotaro kujo is . . .
black coffee hiding a single tablespoon of crystal sugar. the anchoring scent of sea water, nicotine, and petrichor. moonlight against ocean, sand beneath foot. seafoam and seashells. late nights with dog-eared pages and ambient music. warm turtlenecks by the fireplace. kisses with a hint of saltwater. paranoia and danger and sacrifice. mournful gazes set upon the night sky. neck kisses and coffee dates. chaos and beauty and everything in between. heartbreak and castle walls. broken promises, unsent letters. memento moris. the responsibility of great power.
josuke higashikata is . . .
warm arms wrapped around your waist. sweet goodbye kisses, pressed against your forehead, and lovely hello kisses, pressed against your lips. the scent of hairspray, fresh laundry, and a hint of cologne. soft hair, tousled and undone by the wind, and the accompanying click of tongue against teeth. jeans, torn at the knee. half-empty bottles of hair gel. midday naps, staying up late. fingers smashing the controller buttons. nuzzling into your neck and whispering gibberish. hurried handwriting, passing notes in class. paper airplanes, lighters, and midnight walks. carefree smiles, subtle sadness.
giorno giovanna is . . .
sunlight hidden behind clouds. the scent of fresh bouquets, old books, and dark chocolate. rich soils, fresh fauna, and a hidden waterfall. morning-born birdsong and the rustling of leaves. soft grass underneath fingertips. boyish charms and a voice like liquid gold. hawk-like eyes, knowing smiles. the scent of bakeries and bookstores. the welcome of a home-cooked meal. nature walks, wooden cabins away from sight. flowers pressed between pages, preserved. bullet journals and sticky notes. righteous heart, disingenuous smiles. old scars, heart of gold behind bars. being scared of opening up.
jolyne kujo is . . .
pink cheeks and a starry gaze, full of dreams and desires. the scent of soap, lipstick, and fresh vanilla. bruised knuckles and scraped knees, hidden behind cute band aids. vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles. brightly-colored contacts, and fresh hair dyes. leather skirts, fishnets, and combat boots, slightly frayed at the sole. neon eyeliner and oversized sweatshirts. dancing the night away. lost hair ties, later found on her wrist. smeared lipstick and blood. hopeful gazes set upon the ocean. old picture frames, torn pictures. longing and never receiving.
This goes towards Headcanon territory. And I based my headcanons with their vibes. Got it?
Prosecutor Ito (Mega Man Battle Network 6)
Academia. He fits for both Light AND Dark. Although, Green Academia is also there. His color palette are beige colors, he's a prosecutor and we encounter him in Green Town, which focuses in Law AND Nature. (Now that I think about it, Green Town is Green Academia material?)
Remy (Street Fighter III: 3rd Strike)
Oh boy. He's swinging between Emo AND Goth. He works well on both ways. His color palette is composed of dark colors (his black Jacket and brown boots) and bright colors (his turquoise hair and red pants). That's why the dual aesthetic swinging, but he's swinging towards Emo, because of his hair and especially his more emo, angsty personality in-game. Although his attitude and personality also give me Grunge vibes, but just a bit.
Jacket (Hotline Miami)
Synthwave, come on. His game is part of the Synthwave aesthetic/movement. But... I need to imagine a Vaporwave Jacket. That could be a fun idea.
Gauchito (World Cup Mascot)
He's a Golden Hour boi. Golden sunshine, Blue sky. His colors are Sky blue, White and Yellow. (I mean, he's an Argentinian boi. Those are the colors of the flag) And he's a happy, brightful boy.
ME-Tan (OS-Tan)
Old Web and Y2K. I mean, she's Windows ME Gijinka. Now I want to imagine a Frutiger Aero variant of ME-Tan.
I have decided that Ashido has pink freckles, and Todoroki and Kaminari both have very faint freckles because I want them to :) do you have any little aesthetic headcanons?
dude I LOVE your lil aesthetic headcanons. I think Katsuki has a ring of gold around the outside of his red eyes and that Kaminari's eyes have flecks in them that reflect light. It is very noticeable and goes with his electric theme because his eyes look like they're sparking :D
