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ok ok but picture this bear with me
germany walks into prussia’s room while he’s playing video games
he clears his throat to get his attention, and that albino shit takes a little while to pause the game and take off those cheap headphones and looks at his brother to see what he wants
germany hands him a little box, seeming kind of flustered for some reason, like all stiff and shit— well when doesnt he look like that
prussia gives him a weird look and takes the box, opening it to find a little pendant with the prussian flag on it, looks hella expensive
so he’s like “what’s this for it looks like it cost 740238 euros what did i do is it my birthday”
and germany says, “it is father’s day after all so i only thought it would be right”
because since prussia raised him germany’s looked up to him like he was a father
and prussia just kind of sits there in an awkward yet warm atmosphere and then turns off his game and pulls his little bro down into a big hug
If Kevin were to ever grow out of calling Edd "dork", he'll just call him "Marion" to pick on him
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whenever Edd is being extra pestering about something insignificant to Kevin like putting his drink on costars or not putting his feet on the coffee table while watching TV, Kevin would be like, “Whatever you say Marion.” But he always says it under his breath, until one times it slips out, and they’re with a group of friends.
Kevin as an arm around Edd’s neck and out of no where Edd pat’s Kevin’s knee during dinner or watching a movie with their friends and says, “Oh don’t forget you have your meeting tomorrow,” and Kevin kisses his temple and says, “Of course, thank you Marion.”
AND EDD GOES WHITE, COMPLETELY MORTIFIED BECAUSE KEVIN REMEMBERED HIS MIDDLE NAME SINCE HE ANNOUNCED IT WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. Ugh, and Kevin would just chuckle while Edd buried his head in his hands.
SHINJI GETTING A PHONE CALL AT WORK SAYING THAT KAWORU IS IN THE HOSPITAL AND HE STOPS BREATHING AND GOES THERE ASAP AND WHEN HE GETS THERE HE FOUND OUT KAWORU BROKE HIS ARM CLIMBING TO SHINJI’S OFFICE WINDOW SO HE COULD PROPOSE TO HIM BUT OBVIOUSLY THAT FAILED SO HE PROPOSES TO HIM RIGHT THERE IN THE HOSPITAL AND SHINJI CRIES AND SAYS YES AND THEY MAKE OUT AND SHINJI HUGS HIM AND WHISPERS “kaworu…kun…don’t scare me like that ever again” WHILE EVERYBODY IN THE HOSPITAL CHEERS
Enjolras gets pissed off when he first realizes he’s fallen for Grantaire because what the fuck he doesn’t have time for this can’t he just not fall in love that’d be great thx. But then he’s gradually worn down by Courf to do something about it and he writes and memorizes an absurdly long speech to confess his feelings but when he finally meets up with Grantaire and starts it he only gets a few words out before stammering and blushing like the smitten kitten he is and ending with an awkward “I like you and I wanna kiss your face I’m sorry.”
It is now the time of night where I go full-linguist-nerd on everybody.
But in relation to that ship you like, so there’s that.
Enjolras is, according to Brick!canon (which, take that sentence as you will) from the South of France. So he’d likley be from the region where they speak Occitan (langue d’oc; it’s a Romance language related to, but actually, French, it’s fucking awesome). So I headcanon that at’d speak Meridional French, which the kind of French heavily by Occitan (as compared to “standard” Parisian French). Basically, the boy has a Southern accent that he refuses to give up.
And that he actually speaks Occitan. Mostly when he’s pissed off
And (this bit would admittedly work better in modern AU, but) one day, he’s ranting in Occitan, and all of sudden Grantaire replies in the same language, and Enjolras just stops, since he’s never met anybody else in Paris who speaks it.
Technically, all the Amis except Bossuet are from the South, so they all speak it, except him. So Joly tries to teach him.
(Now say Awwwwww)
The Shirt, a Caryl drabble by the First Mate (twisted-and-ginger)
“That my shirt?”
Daryl’s voice startled her, and she only just caught herself from releasing a very high pitched shriek. He’d been sleeping moments ago; she’d been sure of it. Now he stood behind her, close enough that his breath blew hot on her neck. She’d probably never get used to his swift, silent movements.
“That’s it.” Carol turned around to face him. “I’m putting a bell on you before you give me a heart attack.”
He smirked at her, knowing full well he could sneak up on her anytime he wanted. If her nerves weren’t about to get the best of her over the impending run, she’d make some sort of remark to wipe the look clean off his face. She enjoyed few things more than watching Daryl squirm. In fact, just last night in her dream she’d come up with a new way or two to…
“Ya didn’t answer my question.”
His voice brought her back into herself, and she slid her gaze from his face to the garment in question. “Yeah, sorry,” she mumbled. “I’ve got that run with Rick today and I couldn’t find mine. I didn’t think you’d mind. I’ll go borrow one from Maggie if you want.” They shared much, the two of them. Since the people of Woodbury made themselves at home in Cell Block C, they’d gone from sharing inside jokes and easy silences to cohabiting in the same tiny space. She wouldn’t dare tell anyone, but on occasion she’d even pass her toothbrush over to Daryl, who didn’t have one of his own.
Never once had she donned his clothes, though. She’d done so without thinking twenty minutes earlier, and now it seemed like far too intimate a gesture. A shirt’s intimate, but he can use your toothbrush? The logic sounded faulty even in her head. Still, he was a private man, and she worried she may have just stepped over one of those lines she constantly debated crossing, though she always found herself too scared to do it.
He reached out his hand to toy with the bottom hem, and her breath caught in her throat. His gaze raked up and down her frame, taking in the sight of her dressed in his shirt. He stood close enough that she would only need a subtle rise onto her tiptoes to reach his mouth. That line seemed to be the one she inched closer and closer to all the time. Maybe this morning would be the first time she’d cross it.
“Nah, just go ahead an’ keep it,” he drawled, smirking at her again. “Looks better on you anyhow.”
He chuckled at the choked noise that escaped her, and made his way out of the cell without a word. She’d been a bad influence on him.
Just thought I’d leave this here with y’all. After all the headcanon business, this was born. PLEASE REBLOG ONLY.