are u an Aaron Stan? If so, would u mind sharing ur Aaron hcs?

I don’t have many but what I do have is:

- Once Aaron actually starts trying in his sessions with Betsy, a few months or maybe a year in, he says something that really shakes Andrew to his core. Maybe something about how it made him feel to walk into that room in Nicky’s house and see what he saw, how for just a moment it felt like he was looking at it happening to himself. They talk about that one right up until the end of the session, but when they get back to the dorms, it doesn’t feel right to split off and go their separate ways and pretend like nothing was said. I like to think at one point, maybe then, Andrew takes him up to the roof and listens to him talk. And Aaron does, because he’s kept it inside for so long, not even talking to Katelyn about it, because it didn’t feel like his business to share. It felt like something he couldn’t say because it did happen to Andrew, not him, and it feels selfish to say there was that tiny part of him that can’t get over seeing it because of how identical they look. Andrew gets it, because the twin thing alongside the drake thing is a touchy subject. Maybe Andrew shares a little bit back, and that’s when they actually talk to each other for the first time about ~stuff~ outside of their sessions with Betsy.

- He also cries when he hears Andrew talk about his past with Drake on the stand at his trial. Andrew doesn’t look at him, not even once, but it absolutely destroys Aaron to hear what he went through. Andrew is outside having a cigarette by the time he’s leaving, and Andrew accepts the comforting hand that squeezes his shoulder, because as much as Aaron feels like he should hug him, that’s the best he can offer.

- I’ve shared it before, but Aaron loves German music. He’s into techno music/house music, and loves a good rave.

- Aaron is a normal or angry drunk on most alcohols/spirits, but on wine he’s a bubbling baby. Two glasses of white wine and he’s crying. He doesn’t drink wine.

- Once he gets qualified and graduates med school, most of the foxes text him about their medical questions. Andrew would just text him a picture of a cut that could be infected, or a digit that could be broken, and he’ll just respond “go to the ER” or “get a cream, ur good”. He’s passionate about his job, and secretly loves that his friends and family trust him enough with their medical problems to ask him for advice. Unless it’s Nicky, because he’s a hypochondriac, so he’ll happily tell him that a simple bruise on his foot that will that will heal in a week will need to be amputated. It’s like preparation for being a Dad and having to say the same thing to his kids.

- It wasn’t a hard decision to make, but when he gets married, it’s really really difficult for him to call Andrew and asks him to be his Best Man. Katelyn is on his ass for MONTHS to just say it to Andrew, but every time he tries to pick up the phone and ask, he thinks of an excuse not to. They’re together for Christmas or Thanksgiving a couple of months before the wedding, and when Neil and Katelyn are tidying away dishes, he asks Andrew out onto the porch for a cigarette. Andrew doesn’t say much, and winds him up about it because he can tell how anxious he is to ask, but he agrees of course. It’s a huge weight off Aaron’s shoulders, but Andrew just calls him stupid when Aaron tells him he was afraid he would say no.

- He has half of a fake tooth because one got chipped during an Exy match. He is really self conscious about it even though it’s barely noticeable at all. It’s the one regret he has about having played Exy in college.

- someone made a post recently about him being allergic to some type of fruit and honestly. He seems like the type to be allergic to kiwis.

- He’s a paediatric doctor once he gets certified. He’s really good with kids, and keeps stickers in his lab coat.

- He shaves his head at one point after Andrew goes pro, mostly because people keep coming up to him on the street and asking for pictures, thinking he’s Andrew.

- He goes to the Olympics the first time Andrew plays, and he can’t help but feel hugely proud watching his brother play. It’s the time that it really sinks in for him how much his life has changed since they first met, and how much purpose Neil has given him.

third life grian. i think he burns something chronic. anyway. peregrine falcon. i do want to get around to drawing scar and bdubs too

bonus mumbo

for some reason i enjoy so much the idea of kyle actually genuinely liking cartman’s appearance. like, he would never admit it – especially to cartman – but somehow eric really is a perfect match for kyle’s preferences.

therefore he can’t possibly stand the idea of cartman changing his appearance to become more “beautiful” in other people’s opinions, because kyle likes him the way he already is — and kyle already is sure cartman is beautiful.

so eeeevery time cartman has even a tiniest thought of losing weight, kyle makes sure he will change his mind.

cartman: I don’t know, man, maybe I really should lose weight… I mean, I’m hot as hell right now, but imagine all those girls who will go completely insane when they see me all skinny and sexy?

kyle: Gross. I don’t want to even think about it.

cartman: Are you jealous, Kyle? Or are you just envious ‘cuz I get more females’ attention being big-boned than you do with your thin ass?

kyle: Don’t you flatter yourself, Fatass. When was the last time a girl looked at you without a terror on her face?

cartman: Oh, shut up, Jew! You’re just afraid you’ll look even uglier next to me.

kyle: So you’re going on a diet, right?

cartman: Right!

kyle: Okay, good luck with this. …Oh, wait, isn’t this a KFC restaurant right there? And, wow, look: I have fifteen bucks right here! Damn, that’s just perfect for a double portion of chicken...

cartman: No… you sneaky little…

kyle: Huh? What’re you saying? I didn’t quite catch it. Do you wanna join me, Cartman?

cartman: …I hate you so much, Kyle. You’re going to burn in hell for forever. More than that: I will turn your life to hell myself–

kyle: So you’re going or not?

cartman: …Yes.

ALSO yes he’d support cartman’s decision to lose weight for himself but he just hates the idea of cartman changing his body just for social standards. and i just want at least one person to completely adore cartman’s looks and compliment him and i think kyle’d be the one to do so. once he get over his embarrassment, he’ll start telling nice things to cartman once in a while and cartman who is absolutely not used to genuine praise will be so. fucking. happy. every time.

"one day, i cut him an apple. when he saw it, he laughed" (click for better resolution!) ,,, tag from @elliotly

I like to hc that Metal Sonic claims to despise Orbot and Cubot and believes things would be more better with them gone when in reality those little fucks are so ingrained into Metal's daily routine it's more off-putting when they're not around

Okay, just for a moment I will speak about my Keith sexuality headcannons.

First off, he’s asexual and sex repulsed. (Aka I’m projecting and having a great time doing it) he doesn’t care for it at all, he doesn’t mind jokes tho,

He’s also demiromantic and gay. He’s had like two crushes in his life, the first being some kid in elementary school who moved away when they were 11 and the second being lance. Though the crush didn’t quite start until the space whale when he realized he missed him so much and started thinking about it more.

You obviously don’t have to agree with me, but this is how I write him

anyways seeing Duncan still with the Schism at the end left me like ☹️

if eddie was dating someone with opposite music tastes to him, he is def making fun of you. and when you make him a mixtape of all those cheesy romance songs, fully knowing he will hate everything on it, he will tell you to keep it. that he’s “not listening to that shit”. but you play it for him anyways. he’ll pretend it annoys the hell out of him but secretly loves when you sing those cheesy lyrics to him. squishing his face in your hands while you sing to him about being head over heels. he will roll his eyes, push you away. “babe, stop. i don’t find this amusing.” but hearing your endless giggles at his annoyance makes him fall even harder. 

and during those heated make out sessions in the back of his van at lovers lake, one of those cheesy songs will come on the radio. god help him when you can’t stop yourself from putting on a show for him. the first beat is enough to stop you in your tracks, both of your eyes widening. yours in excitement, eddie’s in fear of what has just been unleashed from five seconds of a shitty song. “sweetheart… don’t you dare…” but oh, you do dare. straddling his lap, hands wandering his entire body as you belt out the lyrics. on the outside, he is the picture perfect definition of pure frustration but really his heart is about to beat out of his chest. so full of adoration he thinks he might just die. when the song ends, you’re a mess. out of breath, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, a grin of satisfaction on your lips. a mess, yes. but his mess. eddie’s pretty little mess.

you pretend that the mixtape is purely a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. not to be taken seriously. however, you don’t go anywhere without that mixtape. on those lonely nights away from eddie, you’ll listen to those songs. maybe shed a tear or two. it’s silly, you think. how silly of you to get attached to such corny songs. it’s not like he’s gone forever. it’s only been two days since you last saw him. but you just can’t help but let your mind wander to the moments those songs have been the soundtrack of. in the back of his van. in his trailer. your emotions are just too much to bear. so sure. you let a few stray tears fall. there’s no shame in that.

if you think you have it bad, think of how eddie feels. dropping you back off at your house late at night. watching you walk up to your front door from his van. not after pulling you back several times to share a kiss or two… or three… or who are you kidding, you lost count after the eighth time. “eds, i really have to go. i work tomorrow!” but you know putting up a fight is pointless. “it’s just one more kiss, doll! don’t you want to give your man another kiss before he has to watch you walk away?” always the dramatics with eddie. he’ll finally let you go. counting down the minutes until he can see you again. back at his trailer, your smell still lingers. a shirt of yours on his bedroom floor. a hair tie on his dresser. and something else.. your mixtape. he’ll consider using it as an excuse to drive back to your house. but no, you really should get some sleep. he doesn’t want his angel losing any sleep. he should put it somewhere for safe keeping. he’ll toss and turn all night, missing you. your warmth next to his. your hair tickling his face. the way his arm falls asleep from the weight of your head. he gives up the idea of sleep for the night. opting for a cigarette on the trailer steps instead when he notices your mixtape. still just sitting there. “this is so stupid” he’ll think to himself as he puts the tape into his stereo. and so he listens to your mixtape all night. missing you. as much as he tells himself how those songs are utter shit, he finds himself humming along. blushing at the memory of you on his lap, whispering the lyrics in his ear, goosebumps running down his spine. finally lulling himself to sleep.

a few days later, you’re back at his trailer. “i was looking everywhere for this!” he hopes you don’t notice that it had been sitting in his stereo since the night you left. you most definitely do. obviously you have to ask him what this “shitty” music was doing in his radio. a smirk on your face. he denies denies denies. “you must’ve left it in there, babe. you know i wouldn’t listen to that crap on my own free will.” you drop the subject. he’s glad you do because he can’t damage his image by letting you know he spent every night listening to that god forsaken tape.

he pretends the mixtape is just a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. but to him, it’s a collection of little poems that remind him just how truly loved he is by you. should he ever forget. and that means everything to him. he would move heaven and earth just to save that dumb mixtape. of course, he would never admit that to you. 

assuming ed is nearsighted, does this mean he had to use contacts here? and if yes did oswald help him do it, ed panicking and saying please please i’m just gonna use my glasses i hate this with a passion while oswald tried to calm him down and gently said just stay still and i’ll be done in a second and butch was in the other room waiting for them shouting guys we’re gonna be late and both ed (half crying) and oswald (angry because that made it worse) yelling shut up butch in response? i think yes. case closed

Huuu

3 and 23 for Darcy 👀

Thank you 💜

I answered 3 already here

23. Future headcanon

I came up with this recently and I love it: In the future by the end of season 3 Darcy will become a teacher at cloud tower. Not sure about her subjects yet but definitely something like practical dark magic. She will also teach her students to watch carefully and pay attention to details. Not every witch has mind control powers but she'll definitely sensitize the young witches to watch 'behind' the things and to explore backgrounds before acting.

Do you have any more hcs for Ghost? Maybe particularly if he got a crush or somethin (if you're comfy with that. if you aren't comfy, you can just do general hcs, I won't mind at all). I feel like I hc him too soft because I like soft but that doesn't really work with COD because these aren't particularly..... soft people. So I really like hearing more nitty gritty and rough stuff bc I think its more realistic. I also love your art and foam at the mouth so hard when I see it!!!!

First of all, thank you anon for the sweet comment about my art 🥺♥ And yes, with great pleasure! 🖤 Ghost has been my "OG" fave for an embarrasingly long part of my life and the character I imagine is by now an hybrid between 2009 mw2 & 2019 MW. Can't wait to see him more fleshed out in MWII. I'll try to two in one your request, and I hope you like this. I know he is a very dear character to many of us.

Rambles aside, here goes: Ghost headcanons!

...Putting these under the cut because it got VERY long oops I love him too much…

Ok so the main thing I headcanon is that he survived Loose Ends. I KNOW that's not canon with the reboot, let alone "survivable" at all in mw2 but this is how things have been cooking in my mind in the past 11 years lol. He survived being shot in the stomach and escaped the fire. Smoke inhalation fucked up his voice though (laryngeal burns are a real thing, and it also "explains" the changed voice lol). He's got burn scars albeit not extensive thanks to his gear.

With all that in mind, he's got like 10 layers of issues, and the first one is that he's a complete control freak, half due to his upbringing and half cos of the "betrayed and almost died" part.

Ghost is both a very focused, cold-headed and efficient soldier... AND the most prone to go AWOL in TF141. If the orders clash with his very strong and personal set of values and morals, he'll either do his thing or vanish. Price is on thin, THIN fucking ice and knows it.

Actual anger issues. The exact opposite of Nikto: Ghost lashes out verbally, never physically. He gets upset really really fast and you'll Hear It. He raises his voice immediately - and he hates that he does it.

A more lighthearted hc that I hold on to dearly: literally so funny when he wants. Sarcasm master but also knows how to deliver a joke with the good tone and a completely unfazed expression. He's a great actor and he's hilarious.

No culinary taste or talent at all but he just straight up doesn't bother trying. Could eat military rations every day.

He's naturally bossy as hell. So, when Ghost has a soft spot for someone, you can see it immediately because he's noticeably Less Bossy. He's the guy who literally cannot hide his soft spots.

His trust is hard earned but runs deep. He absolutely loves his team. He's a reliable friend, colleague, teammate, just watch your damn step because he's loyal, but unforgiving.

Harbours respect for anyone outright. Never underestimates or belittles anyone except for his hierarchy. (Surprising, isn't it.)

He falls asleep easily in the evening… because he's exhausted. His days are spent observing things, shaping his actions along as to know exactly what are their consequences, even for something as minor as like, making food. It's the OCD baby. And it fucking drains you.

He likes when people are defiant. He takes an almost immediate liking to people who think maybe a bit too independentely for the military, in fact.

Weirdly enough, doesn't really like animals. Not the dog person you'd expect him to be.

Bonus: I don't really have a face hc for him. To me he is just his balaclava lol. But I imagine him with dark hair + dark eyes, looking like a regular bloke, not particularly handsome or unique looking. five o'clock shadow, a couple acne scars and, in fact, very kind eyes. Also tall (6'3/193cm) and lanky. [EDIT post-MWII: this one aged terribly but I am in fact 100% adopting his new looks]

The scrapbook from Super Mario RPG. Reblog if you agree

Quill Kipps has exquisite penmanship, pass it on

I love klance #klance4life and obviously 99% of my enjoyment comes from fandom content but if there’s anything that immediately takes me out of a klance fic it’s them using cutesy petnames for each other. I think those two are going to be calling each other by childish insults until they die