Please please tell us about your thoughts about everyday-life ghouls! I‘d love to hear about it /g

I think, when he's slept alone, Dew wakes up before everyone else. He gets up. Stumbles to their little kitchen. In my mind the kitchen and the "common room" are attached to each other, either through an open door way, or just one bit room that's split between several uses. Either way, Dew stumbles in. Shirtless. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Hair down, in his face. He's barely awake. He makes a pot of coffee. He puts the kettle on for tea. He starts taking stuff out to make breakfast. Dew will get through his first cup of coffee--and half of breakfast prep before Mountain shows up. Dew's already made his tea, it's steeping on the counter when Mountain walks in, a pillow crease across his cheek. Looking bleary-eyed but here, awake. He and Dew will exist together in silence for a while. Dew drinks another cup of coffee. They work together toward breakfast. It's different every day, but Mountain can discern pretty easily from what's laid out where Dew was going with it. They work well together in silence. Dew brews another pot of coffee as Mountain puts a tray of bacon in the oven. He pours the leftovers from the first pot (brewed stronger than the second) into their communal jar of iced coffee in the fridge. The others start to emerge just as breakfast is ready. The bacon comes out and Cirrus and Aeon show up almost at the same time. Sunshine comes next, then Swiss and Aurora. Rain and Aether are always last. Sleeping in until the last possible second. Sometimes they both have their tea (Rain) and coffee (Aether) brought to them in bed. But usually they show up toward the end of breakfast. Just as Cirrus and Cumulus are getting ready for their morning walk around the lake (sometimes others join them, sometimes they don't). Mountain eats with the bulk of the ghouls and departs with them too, heading to the greenhouse to get an early start. Dew eats when Rain and Aether eat. Once everything is done and cooked and everyone else is fed. It's quiet in the kitchen by then, everyone else already getting a start on their day. Rain and Aether help Dew clean up. And then one, or both, of them will try to persuade Dew to go back to bed for a nap. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he refuses--goes and does something productive. But more often then not they compromise and end up on the couch a few feet away. Snuggled up together, napping, under the guise of watching TV.

Don't know if this hc makes sense or not but I feel like a few kids of the aphrodite cabin would probably be like one of those early morning people because of their extensive skincare routine. Like these bitches really be up at 5am in the morning washing their face and everything. Basically those skincare obsessed girlies.

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it's a cold and rainy day over here so imagining richie and eddie together on a cold rainy morning. they wake up and neither of them want to get about of bed because the sun isn't even up yet and it's cold but it's so warm under the covers. richie tries to convince eddie that they don't really need to go to work, and eddie almost falls for it, but not quite, and reluctantly escapes richie's embrace- though he immediately puts on one of richie's hoodies because that's a pretty close feeling to a richie hug. while eddie's getting himself ready richie makes his way downstairs and gets coffee and breakfast started for them, finishing up just as eddie enters the kitchen- still wearing richie's hoodie over his work clothes. eddie walks up behind him and wraps his arms around richie's waist and watches him scramble some eggs and listen to the sounds of coffee brewing and rain pattering against the windows. eddie then pours coffee for himself while richie plates their food, and they sit beside each other as opposed to opposite each other at the kitchen table, because eddie is still a little sleepy and likes to lean against richie's shoulder and richie likes holding eddie's hand because eddie's hands are always so cold in the morning, and sure eddie could heat them up by wrapping his hands around his hot mug of coffee, but they both prefer do it with the good old fashioned hand-holding method. eddie cleans the dishes while richie gets dressed, and then they both suit up in their raincoats and eddie makes sure that richie is wearing enough layers and zips his jacket up all the way and richie grabs both of their umbrellas, and then they're off.

GRIZZ!! Sorry for drinking coffee on the job, I won't do it again, promise!!

i have this headcanon that scara genuinely has the shittest alcohol tolerance on planet earth because ei just didn't? factor in the idea that human beings tend to have vastly different tolerances depending on the person? she just knew that drinking that funky juice made people red faced and stupid and rolled with it

Elizabeth wakes up early naturally. She is usually an early bird, whether by habit to get chores started, just to enjoy dawn, or her thoughts woke her up. Falling asleep isn't difficult, all the physical effort she does during the day ensures she sleeps as soon as her eyes shut under blanket.

Mornings are kind of "me" time for her too. Just her and her thoughts and handwork if everything is ready before others get up. No one else in the house wakes up unless has to. Kids are at that age lmao. School, nooo let me sleep.

Had a heartbreaking thought re the revisiting of Order 66 in the Kenobi show and the Youngling Murder.

It always struck me that Anakin was surprisingly good at handling Ahsoka even though he had never wanted a padawan. Whether you see it as brotherly or paternal, he cared not just about her physical well being but her emotional/mental well being too. He made a game for them to play on the battlefield to take away the more grating horrors of war a child should not have to deal with (and even managed to get another Jedi in on it, because christ they all need some fun). He had this kid for like a day or two and by the end of it was all, ‘lmao Obi-Wan can’t have you, my padawan now’.

So, what if Anakin actually always wanted kids and was, despite all expetctaions, quite good at looking after them. It was something he’d had to make peace with becoming a Jedi that he would never have and therefore tried to avoid putting himself in that situation. Though he might roll his eyes and make a big deal out of creche duty, he quite liked playing with them or just letting them use him as a climbing frame when he suddenly hit 6ft tall. Children are simple to be around, painfully honest which he could appreciate, and have the wildest logic he would get a kick out of. There was no ulterior motive with the younglings, no need for his insecurities or doubts to kick him up the ass. They liked him.

So Vader just wiping out the whole lot of them from the Temple? It’s more than just being a statement of his resolve to eradicate the Jedi and any future the Order might have. It was a promise to himself. That by doing this he was killing yet another part of Anakin Skywalker, another part of himself, forever.

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What are Balan's and Lance's morning routines?

They couldn't be more different, first of all!

Balan: Will get out of bed at 4:30-5am willingly like some kind of madman. Make coffee and read the newspaper or over various reports/visitor profiles he'll have for the day. Then he has his sometimes hours-long self care routine which includes showering, skincare, makeup, haircare, it's a whole ritual that really gets him excited to start the day! He'll inspect his suit and make sure it's in pristine condition. After he'll start his rounds and give people their daily duties, if they don't already have them assigned. He'll also meet with Lance to discuss what kind of visitors they have for the day, and go through the schedule for each of them.

Lance: Will roll out of bed MUCH later, after probably being up for far longer the night before, unlike Balan. I feel like they would opt for caffinated tea instead of coffee. They also have a self care routine but it's not as long or regiment as Balan's, enough to take care of their general hygiene but not over the top. Maybe they will use an old suit so long as it's not actually dirty (and ignore Balan, if he pointedly asks about it). Makes breakfast or picks at leftovers and then head to the meeting where Balan will assign everyone their duties.

u wake up with him and he makes u a cup of coffee;

Greaseball and Dinah do their nighttime beauty routines together, side by side.

I personally headcanon that the reason that the townsfolk all unquestioningly accept the farmer despite them being the weirdest person (?) alive is that they've all lived in the same tiny, rural, seemingly isolated town for most of their lives and have no real experience with someone from outside it. They probably just accept that that's just how cityfolk are, and it would be rude to question it. Like yeah, they sometimes barge into their bedrooms wearing a trashcan lid as a hat, present them with their favorite meal, and then fuck off to fish until they pass out at two in the morning, and routinely take one-way trips to Calico Desert with no way to get back, only to be spotted heading into the mines early the next morning, but they're from Zuzu city. Besides, that meal they pulled out of their backpack was pretty damn good

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

Evenings are spent preening himself. In absence of a reflection Astarion has become quite adept at his beauty regiment by touch alone. A bath. A bottle of oil to affix his hair just so. A small straight brush to apply the kohl around his eyes. An application of his custom made perfume to mask the scent of undeath about him.

Petty vanity and appearances have to be kept, after all. They are his tools to ensnare and trap. Whether for his master or himself. He won’t kid himself. He feels he was always like this. When he was a Magister. He’ll be damned if looked anything, but good.

If he’s feeling particularly vicious towards himself or his circumstances, he will gaze into a mirror. He won’t see a damned thing of course, but it’s a habit he can’t quite stop himself from doing all the same. Perhaps one day something will stare back. Perhaps one day he can recall the color of his eyes or the shape of his nose. Until then, there is only glass.

Good that picking the wedding song is Jonathan's job bc Nancy had a Jennifer Rush tape in her room in s4 which means that her Jonathan song is probably The Power of Love and Jonathan is just not dancing to that.

Not the "world's greatest love songs" infomercial song 💀

I LOVE her but Nancy's taste in music is questionable at best

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: Simon hasn't been able to stop thinking about your relationship and how not making a commitment to you might lead you to running off with someone else. He needs to solve this.

Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), suggestive thoughts, canon-typical swearing.

It was strange to Simon that the two of you had settled into routine together. Most nights he’d pick you up after finishing work, he’d bring you back to his home or drop you off at your flat. More often than not Simon would cook you some good food to fill up your empty tummy, then roll around in the sheets together. The next morning you’d wake up beside him and he’d set to making you a hearty breakfast and discuss plans for the days. Those plans typically of doing exactly what you’d done the day before, spending time together and… though he’d never say it aloud Simon enjoyed it, he looked forward to it.

There was the times when Simon was left feeling lonely because you weren’t around. It was when he wouldn’t see you from one day to the next because you were busy working on an art project or work had left you exhausted. Simon was a solitary person, not needing or even wanting other people around him, or… at least that was how he’d felt before meeting you.

So, what was this? A question that Simon had never asked himself before, but now it was burning inside of him. Never before had Simon desired clarification, but as it currently stood you were just two people living independent lives that slept with each other and spent time together. That left opportunity for you to find someone else and bring them into your life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, it certainly wasn’t something you’d mentioned before but it still left that door open for someone to take you from him.

The thought of losing you filled him with utter dread. How was he supposed to sleep at night with your body to curl around? He’d started buying extra food when doing his weekly shop, who was going to help him eat it all? Plus, all your favourite snacks were filling the cupboards, if you weren’t here then they’d just go to waste… Besides, there wasn’t another living soul out there that would be able to make you fall apart as quick as he could.

Bloody hell. He was in deep here.

That night after a long shift at work you were curled up beside him on the sofa, blanket draped over your legs, snacks between your lounging bodies and eyes fixed on whatever dumb show you’d thrown on the TV. You hadn’t seemed to notice that from beside you Simone was stewing silently, mind racing with how to broach the subject in the most subtle way.

These questions and that anxiety was beginning to build up inside of Simon, his knee was bobbing relentlessly, muscles wound tight, fingers tapping furiously against the arm of the sofa like a metronome. How was he going to do this? How was he going to ask for clarification on what you were to each other? What did he actually hope the answer was going to be? He wanted you, right? Only you. He didn’t want another living soul to have you… fuck, the thought of someone else having their hands and their lips on you. It made him seethe.

“What are we?” The question tumbled from his lips, short and frustrated. It caused you to look up at him, brows furrowed. “Sorry?” “You… do you ever do this with anyone else?” He looked down at you through intense dark eyes. “Do I… watch TV with other people?” You questioned, almost not following his line of questions.

Further frustrated Simon bit out. “Do you fuck anyone else?” That made you begin to fight a little smile, finally figure out what he was trying to ask. “And the rest of it… everything we do together… like going for walks, or to dinner… or just watching TV like this…” He gestured to the way you were lounging so comfortably behind him, sans any make-up and looking so relaxed. “Do you?” Simon asked, you simply smirked as you flitted you gaze back towards the TV and muttered easily. “Would it bother you if I did?”

This question only made him stew and simmer again at the thought of someone else being in your life like this. The thought of them kidding and making you fall apart only mad his anger bubble further. “Mm.” He grumbled out, keep his dangerous eyes locked on you.

Reaching across to rest a delicate hand on his tattooed forearm you mentioned softly. “I don’t do this with anyone else, Si.” You informed him, watching the tension leaving him body in that moment. “Only you.” You quip with a little shrug of your shoulders, before continuing. “If I’m not here with you then I’m at work and I’m wishing that I was here with you or counting down the minutes until I’m going to see you again or wildly ignoring all of tasks and remembering all my time with you.” There was vulnerability to your tone as you informed him that. “Then I see you and I’m happy in all those hours before I’m back to being on my own and wishing it’ll happen all over again.”

You were in deep too. With the way that Simon was looking at you, you could have been convinced that there wasn’t anyone else in the world. “Simon, are you trying to ask me something?” Reaching up you brushed your fingers against his face delicately before following with a gentle few kisses against his cheeks and temples and jawline. Every action made forced his body to relax, coaxing his anxiety away before finally the words came. “What if… we did do this everyday? Just… us two…”

You gnawed your lower lip. “I could get behind that.” You agreed with a tiny shrug of your shoulders. “So… if we did do this… what would I call you?” You quirked a brow at him. “My boyfriend?” Simon grimaced. “Love, I’m not a boy.” He muttered, snatching some of your snacks and beginning to munch away. “How about my lover?” You purred playfully and once again Simon groan and threw you a look. “So… just my Simon?” You raised your brows at him, this time he didn’t seem to fight your suggestion, simply smirked.

“Mm…” Then he nodded, much to your surprise. “And you’d be mine.” It was like your heart exploded in your chest, smiling at him and trying not to act overly excited and frighten him off. “I guess I would be~” Then leaning forward you kissed a couple sweet kisses. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Not moving too fast?” You ask, concerned that Simon might change his mind all of a sudden and end up hurting you both. “M’sure, babe.” He responded, pressing a sweet kiss to your nose. "You're mine."

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