#oc headcanons

[itzrix]

Purple let the kid play

It's not a part of the story i just wanted to draw them 👀

[writes-too-much]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤTHG Headcanon Questions

₊˚⊹ ㅤmostly THG-based questions but there are plenty of options for non-THG OCs and, obviously, you can edit as you see fit! Enjoy and please ask me about my fictional babies. PLEASE. if you don't clarify which OC/character, i will legally be required to pick a fav.

how do they see themselves ? a hero, a villain, weak, strong, caring, etc ?

did they volunteer ? as a Career, for a loved one, etc ?

are they proud of their Games ?

how did Victory change them most obviously and more discretely ?

ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ?

when they got back to their District, how did their family see them ?

when did they feel the safest before their Games?

where do they now feel the safest ?

ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something or someone ?

what is a fear they never talk about ?

do they feel ostracised, embraced, famous, etc in their home District ?

what new fears did they develop from their arena or even afterwards ?

how do they handle the Games season each year ?

do they feel like they still owe someone from the arena ?

what object/token they always carry with them since their Victory ?

what's their worst coping mechanism ?

who have they never forgiven and never will ?

ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ?

did they recieve a 'warning' from Snow ? if so, what did it look like ?

do they see their reflection the same since their arena ? how is it different now ?

ㅤwhen was the last time they cried and about what ?

do they see animals differently after any possible muttations from the arena ?

did they develop a new fear since their time in the arena ?

did they get closer or more distant from their Mentors now that they're Victors ?

ㅤdo they still believe they’re worthy of being loved ?

do they have an ally they wish won instead of them ?

ㅤwhat is their main love language ?

what does their Victor's Crown look like ?

ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ?

what kind of nightmares or other PTSD symptoms do they get ?

ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ?

was any of their family reaped/followed them into the arena ? to what end ?

what’s the one choice they regret making or not making ?

what’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

what kind of drunk are they ?

how do they think the Capitol vs the Districts vs the other Victors percieve them ?

what is a scar that they have but never talk about ?

ㅤdo they have a favorite lie they like to hear ?

would they ever revisit their arena post-Rebellion/after it becomes a memorial ?

do they see themselves starting a family ?

are they friendly, flirty, standoffish, or other with the other Victors ?

what is their Mentorship style and does it change over time ?

what does “home” mean to them ?

what District would they most like to visit if travel was freely granted ?

do they have any pets ? kids ?

[slumberwithtea]

I don't know if masks are flexible but I wish so I could squish his face

[pergarizard]

The "Beatles Cartoon" Friend Group In A Nutshell:

[valeriewarrior137]

More info about Bittersweet Choco Cookie!

She discovers new things on her expeditions. So she meets various cookies too! Ya uhh, that's all for this post byeee!

Bonus:

[sweetiechichi]

...introducing babydoll!reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

babydoll!reader ♡ ⟶ ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 she smells like strawberry shampoo and secrets you’re not ready to hear ⟶ “you’re bleeding,” she says, tilting her head, voice syrupy. “do you want me to kiss it better?”

babydoll!reader walks like she’s always on the edge of a dream. she lives in a cozy, little room at the top of the castle tower filled with sun-faded lace, frilly bed sheets, and a pink stuffed bunny with one ear half-ripped off (his name is mr. sunday, and she will cry if anyone calls him creepy). her mirror has lipstick kisses along the edge, each one sealed with a wish. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

what makes her lovely...ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

♡ can’t stop twirling her hair around her manicured fingers when she’s nervous (or when mattheo’s staring too hard again). ♡ writes her name with little hearts over the “i”s and dots her love notes in glitter gel pen like it’s a spell. ♡ is constantly found in oversized nightgowns, fuzzy socks, or little lacy camisoles layered under too-big cardigans she “borrowed” from mattheo. ♡ keeps her record player spinning sad old french love songs while she stares out the window with a cigarette, waiting for someone who probably won’t come. (mattheo always does.) ♡ always looks like she’s been crying, but it's in a romantic, porcelain doll way. she cries at poetry. she cries when people are mean. she cries when mattheo calls her “dollface” in his sharp-soft voice.

how she feels... she’s a: ♡ crybaby in the best way. tears pool at the corners of her eyes when she’s overwhelmed, but she’ll never raise her voice. she’ll just pout and sniff and make everyone feel horrible. ♡ hopeless romantic who dreams of being kissed in the rain or carried through a thunderstorm. has a whole pinterest board of dramatic scenarios where mattheo saves her. he doesn’t know yet. ♡ soft manipulator, but unintentionally. she bats her lashes and frowns, and somehow the boys are running to get her a blanket and kiss her forehead before she even opens her mouth.

the pretty things...

glossy lips. baby pink lace. mary--janes and garter socks. blush on her nose. stuffed animals on her bed. rhinestone hair clips. a pearl choker. her voice is breathy and gentle, so much so that mattheo sometimes grabs her chin and tells her to “use your big girl voice, baby.” she's always cold, always bundled in someone else's jacket, and always clutching a hot drink she forgets to finish.

him & her – he calls her “baby” or “angel” when he’s annoyed with her, but “babydoll” when he’s desperate to keep her. – he brushes her hair for her when she’s too sleepy. once he tried to braid it, and she nearly cried at how awful it was, but she kept it in all day. – he hates seeing her cry, even if it’s over something small. he’ll clench his jaw, mutter "fuck," and immediately start pulling her onto his lap, mumbling “what happened, love?” – he thinks she’s fragile, porcelain, breakable. and he wants to be the one who protects her even though he knows he’s the one she should fear. – he lets her paint his nails baby pink and then goes to class with his hand around her waist like “what the fuck are you looking at?”

ପ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ଓ 🌸🤍

“he’s so mean to everyone. but he kissed the top of my head and told me i was his soft place to fall. so i think he’s good. just not for anyone else.” -- babydoll's diary ༝༚༝༚

[pittsick]

INTRODUCING… ELLIOT MERCER .ᐟ

ELLIOT “ELI” MERCER:

nerd | new to the party | oc from stranger things universe.

moodboard ✹ playlist ✹ faceclaim by ephraim ellis

❝some things are easier to keep quiet, not because they’re wrong, but because this town doesn’t know how to listen.❞ — elliot.

ABOUT:

FULL NAME: elliot mercer. NICKNAME: eli. AGE: 18 (s2+3) / 19 (s4) / 21 (s5). PRONOUNS: he/him. SEXUALITY: bisexual (closeted). HOMETOWN: hawkins, indiana.

HIM:

5'10" (177cm).

dark brown wavy hair that always falls into his eyes.

soft brown eyes with permanent dark circles and round glasses.

lean build, slightly underweight.

favors muted colors: oversized sweaters, flannels, worn jeans.

hands usually tucked into sleeves or pockets.

has a scar on his chin from falling as a child.

PERSONALITY:

eli is observant and reserved: the kind of person who watches before speaking. trauma has made him guarded, but highly empathetic. he’s sarcastic when comfortable, but his humor is rare and sharp. he battles nightmares and hypervigilance after surviving the demogorgon and hides vulnerability with quiet, awkward bravery. he doesn't know how to talk about his fears or pain.

BACKSTORY:

elliot mercer grew up learning how to stay unnoticed in Hawkins; loved quietly, questioned rarely, and taught early that some things were better left unsaid. by his late-teens, he knew he was different and kept it buried, telling himself the ache in his chest was just another secret he could carry. everything changed the night he rode home from work near lovers lake and stumbled onto a demogorgon feeding in the woods. he survived by accident, hiding as a gate tore open reality in front of him. after that, sleep became impossible, fear followed him everywhere, and Hawkins felt permanently unsafe. everyone thought he was unraveling and only the party believed him. joining them didn’t erase the trauma, but it gave his fear a name: and for the first time since the woods, eli wasn’t alone.

AESTHETIC:

flickering hallway lights at 2 a.m., bike tires crunching over gravel long after dark, oversized sweaters with sleeves pulled over shaking hands, the smell of rain-soaked leaves and old paperbacks, cracked knuckles from nervous habits, staring at analog clocks and counting the seconds between ticks, half-finished homework smeared with pencil eraser dust, sleeping with the light on, the hum of vending machines in empty places, bruises he doesn’t remember getting, thrifted flannels that smell faintly like detergent.

best paired with . . . steve harrington.

TAGLIST:

@duncanatorr @userhotd @stargral @222col @grimsonandclover @nozhdyved @elenacarey @gelotime @lvve-talks @theodotpng @dumbbandpoetic @hisfavoriteweepingangel @i-cant-stfu @bluestrd @larasreality @khxna @challengers4ev @coochiemama3000 @eepwtf @rayrayyyyyyyyyyy @stqrfirez ( to be added )

©️ pittsick.