Heyo, hopefully this is not too late but for your Headcanon Requests I'd like to hear what you got for Faith: The Unholy Trinity.
not at all late! headcanon requests are always available unless otherwise specified in my header ♡
i do have some more meta-y posts i've done in the past, mostly centered on john. i'll include those as reference because these headcanons are gonna be about him again. not necessary reads, but if you're interested in how i see him as a character then:
detailing my interpretation of john's psychiatric state and his experiences with yale
examining the intersection of mental health and faith + extracted audio files relevant to the post
john, garcia, religious guilt, and murder as sin
i just love that fucked up little priest.
gif source.
so that's why imma hit ya with some...
FATHER JOHN WARD X GN!READER HEADCANONS
WARNINGS: mentions of organized religion (christianity), i will die on that hill), institutionalization (brief), divorce (brief)
you've known john as a prominent member of the local congregation for a while now, regardless of if you were also a part of it or not. more often than not, you'd always see him alongside his darling wife.
the two of you became acquainted outside the church walls, often catching each other on walks around the local parks or visiting the town library. john would often stop by to pick up orders from the seminary institutes located near populous areas of the state, and was always happy to join you at a table to study, even if you were just reading something casual.
if it were the latter, you'd always find yourselves having whispered conversations about the plots of what you read. as much as he probably knew he shouldn't be, john was wildly invested in the fantastical worlds and "taboo" topics (magic, scifi science, etc.)
at some point, you'd start checking out an extra copy to slide his way. at first he was hesitant to accept them, but eventually he'd accept them and bring the books home with him to read. the two of you would always catch up on the plots the next time you found yourselves at the library.
it became a routine; a ritual almost. part of you felt a bit guilty as feelings beyond friendship stirred, knowing he seemed to be happily married, but john was always just this friendly with people! you knew that to be true, especially when you'd catch passing glimpses of him helping folk around town.
this is why it came as a shock when he stopped showing up and nobody would say anything about him. it was almost a bad omen to mention his name. the congregation thinned out over time, his wife moved out of the area and was said to have divorced him, and the atmosphere of the small town was different. very different.
when you did find out what happened (re: the first meeting with the martins and john's institutionalization), you were worried. that was your friend, after all!
it took a while after his release to find him again. he tried so hard to vanish off the radar and it'd nearly worked. however, certain activities taking place at the new apartment complex were more than enough to put you on his trail.
that's when you found him waving lisa goodbye as she drove off to find somewhere safe to go. just as he was about to get into his car, you ran over and hugged him. the sudden geature caught him off guard, but he seemed happy to see you...
and to usher you into the car so the two of you could get away from that place. he was brief with his explanations of what happened, but the subtle smell of blood and the exhausted look on his face was more than enough to clue you in that things were dire.
the two of you found yourselves sat upon a park bench overlooking a lake. the park was long abandoned as the sun set on the horizon, and more so when the moon had fully risen while the two of you caught up on what happened over the past year.
a blanket of silence fell over you two as you let everything sink in. then, you slid your hand over his and told john he wasn't alone.
it took him a moment to pick up on the implication, but when he caught that sincere look on your face, he swallowed and held your hand in his. a faint, albeit noticeable, blush coated his cheeks as he commented how this reminded him of his days as a child, sneaking out with lisa to sit in peace; away from the scrutinizing eyes of his family and the church.
you laughed and rest your head on his shoulder to test the waters. he moved a cautious arm to wrap around you and encourage the gesture.
from that moment on, the two of you would simmer in your feelings as john concluded his business with gary/astaroth, garcia, and the second coming. there were many nights you would have to pull him from the edge as you cleaned his wounds, but whenever he looked at you... he saw hope. saw there was something worth fighting for.
which is what made the moment you finally kissed, stood in the rain alongside the road out of town as garcia said his goodbyes and left for new pastures, that much more powerful.
I saw your requests were open and wanted to ask for a FTM trans reader, it can be with any character, I've been so deprived of transman representation that I'll literally take anything 🙏🙏
hey hey! thanks for sending something in <3 since ya gave me leeway in choosing the character, i'm gonna go with one of my fave characters!
i also kept the relationship somewhat vague, but it could be platonic or romantic! it's just dudes being dudes and getting into some innocent trouble.
BJ BLAZKOWICZ &/X FTM!READER - FIRST MEETING
WARNINGS: mentions of nazism (very brief; critical), casual drinking, pre-srs reader (fun fact: the first top surgery was conducted in australia in 1942, and the practice made its way to chicago in the 70s)
there is a lot of things you can do with a nazi and a hatchet. you'd heard the saying as some sort of rallying call amidst the american resistance, but you never quite knew how it started.
but then there was a trail of breadcrumbs. small things that lead to you getting into contact with someone involved with a larger group. they were your in to the eva's hammer, home of the largest resistance force out there.
the leader was a younger looking man by the name of wyatt. at least, you'd heard he was. when you finally did see him, though, it very much seemed like it was the rest of his inner circle taking the lead on operations. either way, you got along with the group pretty well.
things were awkward at first, understandably so, but there was just… a lot happening.
and that was when it became clear there was one member of the leadership you hadn't met yet: william j. blazkowicz. terror billy.
you'd heard legends of this man and the hell he'd gone through taking on some of the top cogs in the fascist machine. you'd seen pictures and videos of him. but seeing him in person? now that was a moment.
you remember climbing the narrow stairwell into "club kreisau," the little common area above the cantina where a few members found themselves playing pool or sipping back some cold drinks to forget the horrors outside the ship's hull. bombate had mentioned it in passing, saying you should make sure to drop by sometime and "remember to live a little" amidst it all.
that's how you found yourself at the bar, idly chatting with the french bartender about whatever came to mind. she offered a drink, but you shook your head for now. the thought to drink crossed your mind, but you'd rather get a feel for the atmosphere before lowering your inhibitions for the evening.
as the two of you chatted, the stool next to you was dragged out and a large shadow fell over the wooden counter. "ah, mr. blazkowicz. it is good to see you again. the usual?" the man beside you nodded, and she turned to sort through her stock.
his attention was on you, noticing the way you'd straightened your posture and subtly cleared your throat. he raised an intrigued brow, offering a minute wave of his hand. "at ease, newbie… you, uh, are new, right? not crossin' any wires i hope."
you nodded and introduced yourself, reassuring him that you'd only been with the group for a few days now. he gave a slow nod in response and offered a hand, saying it was nice to see people still fighting.
the bartender set a cold beer on the counter, and bj cracked it open. he took a slow, deep sip, savoring the coolness in his tired throat. as his head tilted back, you noticed the metallic gleam surrounding the circumference of his muscles. his gaze caught yours. "you drink?" you shrugged a little, and he nodded to the bartender to bring over another drink. you accepted.
and one thing led to another. and to another. next thing you know, the two of you were chasing shots and shooting the shit like you'd known each other your whole lives. the longer you drank, the thicker that sweet texan accent got, words slurring together with glee as he'd talked about this and that. then the two of you got the bright idea to hustle down to the shooting range and, quite literally, shoot the shit.
except you two didn't make it there.
instead, you took a detour that led to you, and some others who'd found themselves bored, engaging in some friendly wrestling. nothing too serious, but enough to break a sweat. some shirts came off, some didn't. yours did, and thus revealed the intricately placed medical tape sprawled across your chest.
bj was the only one who really seemed to notice it amidst the drunken haze, and his head tilted with a puppy-like curiosity. it was oddly cute, coming from a terrifying man like himself.
a creeping sense of unease settled in your gut, worried about a potential reaction. you'd seen the group was diverse, but you weren't sure if that extended beyond what you had seen so far. part of you expected the worst.
instead, you were simply met with a rather charming grin and an affirmative nod. the gesture was simple, but effective, both in its messaging and in bringing the man to nearly topple over against one of the chairs. you stepped over to help him regain his balance, and that grin became sheepish.
" 'll be alright. but, uh... mind helpin' me back to my room?"
after that night, your relationship with bj blossomed into something that made you feel right at home amidst the resistance.
inspired by this post by personification-of-darkness (+ follow up tags bc these are so good too)
placed under a cut bc i rambled a lot! i'm sorry— (and before any jackasses comment "wait this is serious?"... yea. it is. your fave "men" are actually women. hope this helps <3)
starting off with a non-trans headcanon to explain the rest of this post. (again: everything here is my headcanon. you can disagree but i'm not going to tolerate any nastiness about that disagreement)
but going off the timeline/assumption/fanon that the slayer is a descendant of william joseph "b.j" blazkowicz, i like to think that the men of the family did follow in similar naming conventions (generally) as a way to honor the lineage. a lot of military-oriented families do that. patriotism/nationalism is a bitch—
like... b.j's son would have been william joseph blazkowicz jr, then so on.
HOWEVERRR....
i don't see the slayer as having been a william (nor a flynn... i'm sorry i find that name so ugly even if it may be the most "lore accurate").
also, because in families that do take liberties with the naming and carrying tradition (speaking from experience wrt my dad's side of the family; my brother is the third in line with the same name but each person goes by a completely different name verbally), not every child is going to have the exact same name! there will be variants, some parents may focus on the initials, etc etc.
so, i personally take some liberties and consider b.j to still be a nickname for the slayer. my headcanon name for the slayer is bruno józef blazkowicz.
soo...
when the slayer's egg finally cracks, i'd imagine likely during the events of eternal or during the ancient gods dlcs (though there were definitely some questions prior, especially during the dark ages/when first broken out of the maykr's control)...
i see the slayer wanting to maintain the tradition, maintain the little bit of connection she has to her past life (the one she's lost all physical ties to, beyond the torn photograph of her wife and son under her desk).
so, for a new name, i like the idea of bronisława (fem. of bronisław; derived from borna "protection" and slava "glory").
or, for something more american-centric (considering the fact that in line with b.j's lineage, she'd be polish-american): brygida (polish vers. of bridget)
if you ask me, i like both equally! for the rest of the post, though, i'll be using brygida for convenience!
so! with that here's some more thoughts i've been rotating around:
brygida is 100% a butch lesbian. she has no/minimal discomfort with her actual mode of dress or presentation; the crew cut stays 💪
i just... don't see her being feminine! it's not who she is, and that's okay! there is so much pressure for trans women and fems to match binary femininity to be taken seriously... and it sucks. i think, given the rest of her characterization (and what little we see of it beyond the glory kills and demon slaying), she just would not chase that conformity. she's very comfortable doing her own thing.
more specifically (re: her sexual/romantic orientation), i headcanon her to be an alloaro lesbian! she's not romance repulsed, but her attraction to others isn't romantic. she does, however, get very strong queerplatonic, emotional and sensual (and sexual; though the two are different) attraction.
the only person who'd likely end up knowing is vega/samuel/the seraphim. and not even because she told him, but because like.... he's omniscient. like that.
would be the type to diy her hrt. like. that's just a given, to me. she doesn't have time, or desire, to get super friendly with the armored response coalition (arc). they're a military group focused first and foremost on the combating of hell's invasion. even if they did have the medication available, looking at how it's modeled after the us military, i'd doubt they'd actually provide it with that context (re: how hrt is demonized for usage by trans folk but willingly given to cis folk). also because diy is badass and she would be able to pull that off, given the fact she medically takes care of herself as is (and based on the fact she makes her praetor suit herself, has an innate understanding of her biochemistry)
because she's been on the brain and i have a lot of personal headcanons for her characterization that i'd like to share with my fellow transfem!slayer truthers. if ya missed it, here's the part one to this post where i talk specifically about her name (brygida) and her gender identity/orientation as a whole.
i imagine her to be in her late 40s/middle 50s physically. by technicality, thanks to the usage of the divinity machine, she's really... much older. well over 100, iirc the timeline correctly. but she's definitely on the older side
her wife's name was anastazja and her son was named tobiasz. they typically used the americanized spellings (anastasia; tobias) in their day-to-day lives, though. it's a similar situation to the blazkowicz name becoming blaze throughout the older lore (wrt the descendants of bj from the wolfenstein series)
which, speaking of the wolfenstein series, a little dialog i imagined between if brygida did ever get to communicate with her great great grandfather (whether as a ghost or returned from the dead)... he would be supportive of her! considering his characterization throughout the franchise, and the general worldbuilding, i feel like he would be ignorant in the sense that he uses older (potentially problematic) terminology, but he respects brygida
... and yes, bj (as someone who was canonically alive during and after ww2) would compare her to christine jorgensen <3
but back to brygida!
we all know the photo of her, her wife, and her son was likely torn up because she couldn't stand looking at herself alongside them after feeling like she failed them during the initial demonic invasion... but i like to imagine that she regrets it not only because it was the last image she had of them all together, but that she also wishes she kept it to see how she's changed once she starts diy-ing her hrt
she's a nerd at heart. we know this to be true within the canon. all the books, comics, and collectibles? the fact she effectively built and reworks her own suit from scratch? she's a nerd. not super familiar with video games but absolutely would geek the fuck out finding out her favorite comic series became a video game
which... as a fun nod to the "holy trinity" (doom, wolfenstein, duke nukem)... brygida's favorite comic series is the duke nukem series. she loves most of the issues, but she constantly finds herself re-reading the glorious bastard run
her favorite duke nukem game would be duke nukem II (1993)
PRINCE AHZRAK X GENDER-NEUTRAL SENTINEL!READER HEADCANONS
inspired by my fic, which you can read here (18+)
WARNINGS: mentions of war, death, and injury. themes of worship and mental manipulation.
the prince has had his eye on your for quite some time, though through the lens of destruction opposed to infatuation. your rank among the sentinels did not go unnoticed, nor did your prowess on the battlefield.
to some degree, he viewed you as a threat equal to that of king novik, commander thira, and the slayer.
you also had you eye on him, too. the battles against hell's hordes were intense, but those where the prince made an appearance had their casualties stack up tenfold. those were the ones that made you question whether you would live to see another day.
your presence, and his monitoring of it, did weaken his strategy. it was harrowing enough trying to monitor the key players in his plans to claim argenta as his own... but your resolve was blinding.
prince ahzrak would find himself studying reports mentioning you in his spare time. he tried to find something—anything—that showed a break. a weakness to exploit. yet on the field there wasn't one. you fought with your whole life each and every battle, and the fact you kept going baffled him.
you were not motivated like novik and thira, nor were you a pawn like the slayer. you were just... you.
and that's what led him to pay subtle attention to rumors. to human talk. to the decreasing morale of the sentinels. in his eyes, if other commanders were breaking under the pressure, you would too.
and you did. the night you'd lost some of your closest companions sent you into a spiral. that was the night he manifested as a vision in your quarters.
him opening a line of communication was meant to serve an ulterior motive; for a while, it did. he used your testimonies—your anger and rage at the centuries long war—to target remnant forces indiscriminately.
that influx began around the time the slayer broke free from the makyr's control, too.
yet even with that happening, and whispered rumors of commander thira's role in the greater history of your people... your faith was weaning. it drove you to re-establish communication. to give in to temptation and guard ahzrak's sigil.
he began calling you 'champion' as a way to mock your role within the sentinels—to draw attention that you, a mighty warrior, had found yourself so vulnerable and desperate before him. it became something more akin to a pet name once you two grew more familiar with one another—when he saw you as a potential equal.
you would not betray your people in the traditional sense, but either way... you knew the second you extended your hand to touch his that fateful night, that you would be shunned. considered a traitor, if anyone had the inkling you still lived.
by the time you had been taken into his domain, you were not treated as a prisoner. he allowed you the freedom to wander the private quarters, and would often leave you to your own devices to continue his campaign against argenta. of course, when you had initially tried to steal looks at the war table, you were promptly returned to his quarters and held under guard for the time being.
yet it worked out, because it allowed you to see a different side to prince ahzrak. he was very... withdrawn, when not on the battlefield. contented to being on his own and finding entertainment in reading over reports, or flipping through whatever books he had scattered about.
when you asked about the books, he was actually quite enthused to explain they were historical texts. theory on various demonology and theology. you recognized some sigils and symbols from your own belief system, though he never elaborated much on why there was overlap (re: "the demons only utilize a portion of the resources that come from the human soul. it was the maykrs and the sentinel priests who discovered and unlocked the true power of the essence. they combined sentinel and hell energies together, refined it, and created… argent.")
of course, the information you did gleam from your brief conversations on the matter only raised more questions about everything you fought for. and the vagueness of ahzrak's explanations served well in your transition into his right hand.
once he had deemed you trustworthy, you found yourself at his side attending briefings. you never left his command center, but you would find yourself often stood beside ulsamir (the witch).
at first, the discussions made you uneasy. the campaign against argenta was a sore subject, even if you learned a lot more about the lore that was hidden from everyone—only confided to the slayer; the outsider. but there were other campaigns he had some oversight into, too. his alliance with the makyr seemed steadfast. of course, it wasn't really as concrete as it seemed, but he held an iron grip over them and seemed to be making plans for further conquest.
while he never asked in the briefings, he would consult your expertise in private. run strategy by you in hopes of pinpointing what it was that made the resistance so persistent.
it was then you finally clued him in on humanity's desire for connection. how even the most isolated find themselves bitter with their "us versus the world" mentalities; how weak they truly are in the grand scheme of things. how dictators—perhaps not too different than the makyrs—will always push until they wear themselves thin, seemingly for no other reason than "because they can, or because they still feel they have something to gain".
he asked if that was why you abandoned your people; because you felt you had something to gain... or perhaps because you found they no longer served your purpose.
you told him the truth: it was because you felt ostracized and that your sacrifices would not serve their gain. it gave him an interesting perspective on the human psyche... and confirmation that the risks he took to take you in were worth it. confirmation that you would make a fine lieutenant under his command.
given power through force during a life or death situation (re: saving kelda and the suit being transferred)...
then forced to be a societal outcast due to said incident...
now gender-swapped in the television series because there was too much "sameness" among other leads (and even side characters) despite being a very well-rounded character...
keeping a very similar name...
and the first introduction of the character being correcting assumed gender AND referring to the presumed reactions of an ally...
