#headcanonsss

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

cuddling hcs for pure vanilla cookie? Ty

Ask and you shall receive, fellow Anon…Voila!

Word of notice; None of my headcanons are canon/official! That’s the point!

Sadly doesn’t have too much time on his hands from duties, so you probably would have to be the one to ask and make an effort to arrange it…

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Unless he’s particularly exhausted. Would come to you trying to keep up a composed facade but will very well ask you straight to your face. He’s not shy, just respectful.

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Would love to lay his head on your lap if he is tired from the day.

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If you give him tea or a blanket or anything to help him feel more comfortable, he would absolutely melt. He takes care of so many people and is a stable foundation for many to lean on, so it’s nice to be on the receiving end for once. It makes him feel like he’s actually loved, instead of being revered for being “backup help” for some people. Acts of service is one of his love languages, after all.

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This is an incredibly common and obvious headcanon but I’m going to say it nonetheless; he smells very nice. The soft vanilla scent is relaxing, and sometimes makes you feel like you’re floating.

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If you miss him a lot when you two have to be away from each other, he gives you a scent pouch that smells like vanilla for you to sleep with instead. It even has his soul jam shape embroidered on it!

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Is most likely the “big spoon”. Can be slightly protective at times, so this is more comfortable for him to make sure you’re safe, there in his arms. Very agreeable with different positions though, he doesn’t really mind.

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The hat is...uncomfortable for the both of you, to say the least, so he usually takes it off.

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Honestly? More verbally affectionate than physically, but this is cuddling we’re talking about―it's the definition of physical affection.

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However my point still stands so I say he says a lot of sweet things during cuddling, with a hint of self-derogatory, stuff like “I’m so lucky to have you…I don’t know what I did to deserve you/If you weren’t here to stop me from being unwise I’d be in a much worse state.”

Psst...you're welcome^^

[alexandraisyes]

Inquiring minds* want to know: do you have any favorite Iida/Mei headcanons?

*technically just me

I DO!!!

Okay so first and foremost ofc my baby my uhhh what do u call it oh fuck yeah my magnum opus of my world building!!! (This is v relevant)

The class 1-A weekly schedule (my british bf helped me because "what the fuck is this american bullshit no one outside of the states has their schedules look like the same shit every single day fix that right the fuck now" not verbatim but this was essentially the message). As you can see the hero courses are required to participate in one functional engineering course because if their shit breaks in the field they won't always have a support team to fix it.

Mei, of course, is fucking addicted to the shop, and would be in there often even during other courses including 1-As. She helps him with the course work and eventually he starts dropping by her lab under the guise of “monitoring course safety,” but it turns into quiet lunches surrounded by blueprints. Mei talks a mile a minute, and Iida sits politely absorbing every word until he bursts out with a dramatic “THAT’S BRILLIANT!” and she grins like she just won the lottery.

Pretty soon Iida becomes Mei’s unofficial “safety officer” in the support labs. He can’t help himself, he’ll stand at the ready with a fire extinguisher or hold up an arm shield when she’s testing something volatile. Mei finds it hilarious and reassuring at the same time, since most of the staff just sigh and let her blow things up. He’s the one who insists she wear her goggles properly, and she humors him more than she would anyone else.

Mei loves designing gear that lets him “burn rubber.” He’s already got raw speed, but she can’t resist tinkering with stabilizers, exhaust dampeners, or retractable calf bracers. Iida acts like it’s too much, but secretly treasures every prototype she hands him.

Neither of them are very smooth. Mei treats everything like a transaction of parts and results; Iida treats everything like a public service announcement. When they start dating, it isn’t because of a confession but because one day Mei straps a custom wrist brace on him and calls it his “girlfriend model,” and he takes it seriously. From then on he introduces her as his partner in a very matter-of-fact way, and she just runs with it.

Mei is hyperfocused, often skipping meals and sleep. Iida is obsessive about order and routine. They end up balancing each other’s extremes: he makes sure she eats, she makes sure he lightens up. If she’s been awake for thirty hours, he’ll physically scoop her up and deposit her on a couch or down at the 2-H dorms. If he’s stressing himself into a spiral over leadership duties, she’ll shove random gadgets in his arms to distract him until he laughs.

Mei doesn’t gush much, but she loves his hands. The way they tremble after overusing Reciproburst, the way they clench when he’s trying to stay calm. She sketches gauntlets just to watch him flex through them. And Iida, though he’d never admit it outright, is floored by her fearlessness. Her willingness to throw herself into sparks and shrapnel to prove an idea works feels like heroism in its own right to him.

Long-term, I like to think they keep crossing paths. Even if Iida stays a pro hero and Mei goes full industry, she insists on personally maintaining his gear. Their relationship becomes a public “symbol of collaboration” between heroics and support. They roll their eyes at the PR angle but secretly love it.

Sorry for the ramble haha, I can see them working out really well in canon tho

[tadpolesonalgae]

Headcanons: First dates for different seasons

Elain x Reader

a/n: I haven’t written anything, let alone a headcanon post, in so long I fear I am wildly out of practice. I hope this is a cosy read for you, and thank you for making your request!! <3

warning: fluff!, 0 dialogue, mostly a description of a vibe-y itinerary

word count: 691

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First Date ideas with Elain: Probably somewhere outdoors, with a memorable experience. 

 

For springtime: a wildlife walk in the countryside. 

Anytime from mid-March to early May, heading out into the surrounding forest, following the narrow, winding path, stepping around dappled spring sunlight sifting between new leaves and budding petals. Keeping one eye trained on the pamphlet page detailing local birds and insects inhabiting the area, the other scanning grasses and tree trunks. Carefully overturning the leaves of bushes to peek at the creatures underneath, nosing at settled log piles, and bug hotels, hoping to catch a glimpse of a blue-tinted shell, or iridescent wings.

Setting off in the morning, returning to the cafe for sandwiches and pink lemonade at midday. Shielding your food from mischievous squirrels and blackbirds. Then moving on to view the gardens in the afternoon, taking with you each a sweet treat to feast on as you wander through the budding hedgerows. For Elain, a lemon and poppyseed muffin. For yourself, a thinly-iced slice of carrot cake. 

For summer: Cherry picking.

Summer Court is the best for harvesting cherries, vineyards and orchards spreading far across the country hills. Elain wears a floppy straw hat, wrapped with a pale polkadot scarf to shield from the sunlight. The weather is humid, the scent of freshly-picked fruit fermenting the air. 

You’re both happy to take a long lunch break, dining happily beneath a wide, linen parasol. Glasses of apple juice, and ginger ale are a welcomed sight, ice cubes clinking in the effervescent liquid. Blackberry tarts, honey cakes, rosemary and thyme biscuits. Cherry, raspberry, and blackcurrant jam all available in miniature glass pots for spreading thickly over well-buttered bread.  Elain takes care not to bruise any of the cherries she picks, sneaking a few over to you as the exertion weighs down. 

For autumn: Museum date, and tea-tasing.

There’s a lot for Elain to learn about, being new to Prythian. You spend the morning hours mulling over ancient paintings and artefacts, all carefully preserved behind enchanted glass cases. Tapestries, parchment, and linen scrolls. Miniature recreations of towns and cityscapes before Amarantha’s rule, some now little more than rubble. 

In the afternoon comes the tea-tasting: tables laden with brewing kettles, a selection of the most popular teas from each court gathered together. A variety of black, green, and herbal. Tiny porcelain cups for tasting, selected biscuits to go along with each brew. Night Court leans more towards spices: cloves, cinnamon, and ginger. Day court is heated blended dates and walnuts, milk and nutmeg simmering over a mild flame. Autumn court is apple, cinnamon, and blackcurrant, to no one’s surprise. Spring serves camomile, peppermint, and lemon and ginger with a teaspoon of honey to taste. 

Elain meets each brew with equal parts delight and reluctance. Curiosity at the novel variety, excitement for the expanded palette. Hesitance to so readily accept something so distant from what she grew up with. Peppermint seems to be her safe choice. Mango and bergamot from the Autumn Court’s table coming in at a close second. 

For Winter: A frost fair (crafts included)

Bundled in furs, thick mittens, and cosy socks. Breath clouding from your mouths in foggy puffs, the tip of Elain’s nose showing red, her cheeks flushed in the cold. You peruse the market stalls together, peering at knitted scarves and jumpers, sipping on mulled wine, or sweetened cocoa to keep your stomachs warm. Inside a large tarpaulin tent are a selection of activities: pottery painting, crafting solstice garlands, shortbread classes, leaf pressing, book binding. 

Night falls swiftly in winter, and you share an evening circuit ride as lights dance in the darkened skies. Snow pads the ground, as deep as your knees, weighing heavy on pine branches. Thick-antlered reindeer carry your cart with ease, contentedly trotting along the familiar pathways. Glittering faelight run parallel along the course: yellows and oranges glowing like stars, their light and colour glittering in the snow. The two of you sit close together for warmth, mittened-hands tentatively clasped as you breathe in the cold winter air, basking in the surrounding peace together.

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[skepticdoe]

i feel like cringe and just being creative and nerdy is being ragged on way too much nowadays.

to everyone and anyone of my fellow south park nerds (or just nerds in general!), keep on posting those headcanons that only really make sense in your own little au! Keep posting those redesigns with niche, long lore behind them!

for a lot of people (like myself), one of the most exciting parts of logging back onto tumblr is seeing all the new things everyones been reblogging and posting. like a little pocket of seretonin!!!

With the way the world is and the rise of nonchalance over traditional cringe culture, we need you nerds now more than ever! so if you're artblocked or writersblocked, keep on doing what you do!! there'll always be people to appreciate whatever you produce!!

:))

[cupcraft]

Im thinking of James Wilson and Gregory House slow dancing at a club thats like EDM music and I think of them dancing fast paced and crazy at like a slow dance setting. And I think of House putting on thr Who or Pink Floyd songs and them dancing in his office. And then when a surgeon plays music in the room during surgery he breaks sterile field to dance with Wilson (bc duh that patient doesnt need surgery anyway) and then i think of them dancing in clinic duty because its "art therapy" (???) And Cuddys like fineee at least youre seeing the patient. And I think of Wilson not liking when House plays the piano because he cant play and dance at rhe same time so House makes him pretend his cane is him to dance and they just wind up making out sloppy on the piano bench instead. Does anyone else think about this

[uselessdollwithplan]

Mathis Headcanons cuz I’m feeling silly 

Despite being rich as fuck , he still owns an Intel computer from the 2000s 

Likes bear hugging people from behind. He loves when people yelp

Has at least ONE of his paintings in an old Romanian museum and is extremely proud. Surprisingly doesn’t brag about it because of how sentimental it is 

Has his chest out for “ religious purposes “ ( WHOR- umm I mean , i likes being a show of)

He likes braiding the archivist hair when their laying down together 

[justpostsyeet]

My little headcanon

Ambarussa are twin and are eerily similar in looks, voice and behaviour. Even as baby their cries are exact same but their hair is slightly different shade of red and it's the only way to tell them apart.

Random elf : Your toddler twin just ruined my dress with colors

Feanor : Red one or more red one

Random elf : ????

Nerdanel : I think the more red one , see the shade of red is slightly more tinted.

Random elf : ??

Maedhros : I agree with mother.

Feanor : Anyway Red will not do it , more red it is.

Random elf : Don't they have name??

All three under their breath : We can't tell them apart ....

[sketchncanto]

Kind of a heavy one, but I have a firm headcanon that Julieta thought Bruno was dead. Unlike Pepa she looks utterly shocked to see him return. I think she understood Bruno and guessed (correctly) that he wouldn't be able to leave Encanto for good, so as he didn't come back, she was forced to accept that something must have stopped him. She sees a lot of injuries in her daily work and it didn't take much imagination to picture what could have happened to him, given that he left in the middle of the night and ostensibly through jaguar-inhabited jungle and steep mountains. She tried not to think about the possibility of suicide (given that in a traditionally Catholic town that would be a taboo subject). She didn't think he would, especially because he was fairly devout, but she had to admit that she'd never predicted him leaving, so maybe she didn't know him as well as she thought. The only trouble was, as triplets she thought that she would have known if he was dead.

Maybe Julieta even heard him knocking occasionally, since she would spend a lot of time alone in the kitchen, close to his hideaway, but thought it was a ghost or a memory. I think like Pepa she told herself a story about Bruno, but hers was that his Gift and his differences were just too much for him to be accepted and happy. It was a tragedy what happened to him but it was over and he was in a better place now. When he came back, even though she was overjoyed to see him, she also had some complicated feelings about it because the truth was a lot messier than that.

(Apologies for the late response)

I like this headcanon! This actually makes a lot of sense. When you look at that scene when the triplets were reunited, Julieta looked like she was on the verge of tears--like she couldn't believe that he had actually come around that corner. That and she never said anything negative about him.

Very curious to see what their relationship will be like in the future. SO many things to say, so many apologies, rebuilding etc.

I have this thought that Julieta hates being lied to--like she's just so warm and open and the thought of someone wanting to lie to her would just break her. So I feel like that moment that her and Bruno get to talk will be super tense--lotta crying and arms flailing lol