Im curious, what are your headcanons for kondraki?
I always love seeing how other people headcanon characters. ~Bones
oh boy!! surprisingly enough i don’t have that many when it comes to doctor konny, but here goes:
an absolute boomer. this is the man that literally states "classical music is the only true music" on his personnel file. he loathes rap/techno/hyperpop. one time wap played on the foundation speakers at site 17 and he did not stop bitching about it even when the suspect was caught and severely reprimanded. clef meanwhile has learned the easy way to piss him off and has the whole song memorized "in case of emergency"
on that note: probably owns a facebook (a strictly monitored facebook account). his posts are either Angry rants About millennials and politics!! with incredibly off putting punctuation ! or absolutely gorgeous landscapes/nature pictures. no in-betweens
big ancap vibes. might or might not own one of those "no steppy snek" flags
tsundere
"listen, jackass, it’s not like i’m helping you cause i want to or anything, i have to, otherwise they’re gonna blame your death on me and light won’t shut the fuck up about it, so get your ass up-" *cue the shoulder he offers to hoist someone up*
covered in scars. maybe a few on his face (?) but definitely everywhere on his body. running across his back, on his hips and even legs-man’s has the self-preservation instinct of a toddler sticking a fork in an outlet. and his body is proof of that
back pain/knee pain. hey, he ain’t no spring chicken, his age is catching up to him. but he would rather ingest a grenade than admit that
has stayed up until 2 am watching cat videos at some point, probably
big soft spot for cats/dogs/animals/cute things that, again, he would rather Die Than Admit
bipolar like bright so the two can get relate to each other’s experiences. they’ll spend a lot of evenings drinking together, just ranting or rambling or doing dumb shit to take their mind off things. may or may not be plotting to overthrow the foundation someday
forgets he has to take his meds every other day, then wonders why he’s acting up/feeling like shit. no, he won’t set a reminder because he’s a stubborn ass and assures you, next time he’ll remember
a HATRED of therapy. he’s one of those people who absolutely loathe the notion of having to sit down and talk about their feelings while the doc "scoops his brains out and examines it under a microscope". it’s actually just his fear of opening up to people and a dislike of sharing more intimate parts of himself with others. he’ll be damned if he tells anyone about that time he pulled out chunks of his hair, scratched himself until he bled, broke all the shit on his desk after throwing it to the ground and bashed his head in a wall. and promptly drank himself into a coma right afterwards, of course
(clef finds him. but he’s used to it. the good cold shower does it, he thinks, and nearly exhausts himself half to death as he drags him all to the way to the bathtub, dunks him in it and turns on the running water. freezing cold. kondraki curses, threatening to cut off his balls, but he’s ultimately too tired to really do anything. clef doesn’t mind, though. he doesn’t mind his outbursts, he doesn’t mind the times he isolates himself and refuses to talk to anyone. he understands. neither of them are okay, but they know that, and they do their best to help each other)
