Random but deeply specific character headcanons I think about at 2am while writing my fic, What Haunts the Veil
Adrian “Alucard” Țepeș
Favorite Color: That very specific indigo-blue twilight right before true night.
Biggest Non-Existential Fear: Deep, open water. Not because he can’t swim (he can) but because he doesn’t trust what lives where light can’t reach. “It’s not natural,” he mutters, as if he, a dhampir, is the height of nature.
Favorite Food: Pan-seared steak with garlic and rosemary, medium-rare, with a glass of red wine that costs more than most towns make in a week. He cooks like he fights: precise, practiced, and slightly showy if no one’s watching. (If someone is watching? He’ll never admit how much he likes the attention.)
Hobbies:
Reading, both esoteric and dramatic. (He’s a sucker for tragedy.)
Sword forms and technique drills when no one’s around.
Cooking, especially when he’s anxious.
Quietly collecting first edition books and restoring bindings like a librarian with a secret god complex.
Possibly woodworking. (He will not talk about the time he carved a matching set of hairpins because he noticed a certain traveling partner of his kept fighting her hair on windy days. No, he didn't give them to her. Yes, they're still in his coat.)
Biggest Pet Peeve: Loud idiots. Especially when they smell like ale and breathe through their mouths. Especially if they have a whip.
Favorite Season: Early winter or late fall. A time when things go quiet. When the trees are bare and honest.
Araura cea Trădată (OC💜)
Favorite Color: Lavender and sage (she’d claim she likes “sunset hues” or “wild flora tones,” but it’s lavender and sage. Fight her.)
Biggest Non-Existential Fear: Spiders. She's trying to be calm about it. She's a Seer of the Thread Veil, okay? Threads? Great. Webs? Fine. Fate? Not much you can do about it. But eight-legged horrors with too many eyes? Absolutely not.
Favorite Food: Sweet pastries, especially plum tarts, braided breads, and summer orchard desserts. Her hands might be stained with ink and salve, but she can knead dough like a witch casting a spell.
Hobbies:
Reading folklore and field journals, especially with marginalia.
Gardening. Particularly the medicinal and poisonous kind.
Sketching symbols and sigils or the occasional portrait. Sometimes of herself, sometimes...not. But those are secret.
Staring dramatically at ancient ruins while whispering to the gods of the Veil.
Biggest Pet Peeve: Arrogant men who think they’ve outgrown myth, or worse, think she has nothing to teach them. (Bonus ire if they misidentify a plant she knows could kill them in three seconds flat.)
the shock i felt when i saw the 'dick grayson & roy harper' tag on ao3 had like half the number of fics as 'jason todd and roy harper' lmao like i just want some og titans fics at this point 😭😭😭
Giyuu x Kanae in the academy au? Like Giyuu and her eating lunch together maybe?
EYY GIYUUKANA!! gonna be honest, ive only shipped them through sanemi (so, sanekanagiyuu of smth) so ive never written or drawn anything with them BUT ILL GLADLY ADD THEM TO MY SILLY RAREPAIR SHIPS <3 / idk if you can tell but i got carried away writing this 😭 i forgot to make them eat lunch together :(
Giyuu was always so quiet and apart from the rest of the teachers. He’d always been like that, seeming to prefer his solitude—which was a bit odd considering his profession was to be in the same room of, like, 30 students per hour. Many of the students and teachers have described him as… less than pleasant to speak to. The students complained mostly because Giyuu had somewhat put himself in the duty of telling off the children who strayed from rules. But despite the negative comments towards Giyuu, he had his own small, adorable sides. The ones where he was more than a self-isolated man who liked chasing children through the halls. Sides that he seemed to allow only a select few to see. Kanae was one of them.
Most of the time, it was intentional. Letting the softer sides of himself slip out. But there were a couple times he wasn’t even aware Kanae had witnessed. For example, the first time she saw him smile.
It was late in the day, with only one or two students left. Really, they were only there because they were either one of the staff’s children or younger sibling. Kanae was leaving now, having gotten a text from Shinobu that she needed to be picked up. As she made her way out of the school, she spotted Giyuu standing beside a woman who resembled him. Intending to greet Giyuu—or say goodbye—Kanae had stepped forward. Before she managed to say anything, she registered a smile that seemed to light up Giyuu’s entire face. It was kind and content and softened his features, contorting the usually stoic face into something like a soothing day. As if she had seen something she wasn’t meant to, Kanae left, ducking away and pretending that she’d never made the fleeting detour that had her conjuring the smile in her head for the whole way towards Shinobu’s university.
At the time, it had felt wrong. Like she’d intervened into something personal, something only for Giyuu and the woman whom she’d learned to know as Giyuu’s older sister. But as time had passed, Giyuu began to relax around Kanae. And, eventually, he did smile. At her. Because she had always been so kind to him, despite the complaints he had received from others. She had never shared them. She had only offered him company and food and, well, smiles. He was still quiet, of course, that came inevitably, no matter who he spoke to. But his silence came comfortably, less tense, around Kanae. So they were able to sit together and not worry about how quiet Giyuu was being, not worry about trying to make conversation. And, with how much time they spent with each other now, Kanae could speak without wondering if Giyuu was actually listening, able to discern his reactions. They were subtle but there. She appreciated the fact that he would listen to her rant, regardless of if he found it interesting or not (she could tell when he was uninterested and found it amusing that he wasn’t in the least aware she could do that).
Given how different they were, it did come as a surprise for the rest of the teachers when they caught on with the fact that the two were constantly around each other. The contrast was easy to see and no one would deny that they were an unlikely pair. But at any questions about it, Kanae would simply say, “Opposites attract!” with a smile. She also used that as her explanation for when Giyuu asked why she bothered speaking to him. He’d asked enough times for her answer to become something like a tease—now accompanied by a mischievous grin and followed by a sigh from Giyuu, who actually didn’t mind.
Their friendship became something very treasurable, both caught up in the peace they found with each other. So much so that when Giyuu spoke one day, a rarity in general, they were both caught completely by surprise by his words. His own eyes widened much more than Kanae’s, a hand clamping over his mouth. But after Kanae got over it, a smile made itself known. If she were being honest, she had begun to see him in a different light. She hadn’t said anything, not quite willing the risk in mentioning it. Clearly, Giyuu hadn’t meant to say it either, his panic stirring in the way he scrambled to correct himself, shaking his head as if arguing with himself. But Kanae was quick to calm him, saying, gently, that the feeling was reciprocated—mutual in the way she also didn’t want to do anything to their friendship. Nevertheless, they did settle on something. Something that wasn’t completely a romantic relationship, but could never only be friendship. Something without a label, just for them, just for the soothing of the heart that appeared when they were together. Because Giyuu and Kanae fit like two puzzle pieces, clicking immediately without a second thought.
idk how to end things but uhm this was so fun to write expect more of them<3
