#myheadcanons

Like they file it away as one of those things where he probably just saw it at the sidelines not really like thick in battle since he has the orb to worry about.

Until finally one day Gale holds a special series of seminars/demonstrations for in the field spellcasting for fights or crisis. He invited all the party members he could in these seminars

Suddenly a former shar worhipper, gith, vampire, devil, is that the blade of frontiers(?), the legendary jaheira and the hero of baldurs gate just are there to help the demo/seminar.

A nighttime demo for Astarion, A lesson on how to cast light spells and be alert for rogues. Not to mention how to maintain concentration when you get shot by an arrow, Gale will say as Astarion shoots an arrow at him. ( at some point an arrow does sink in Gale's shoulder and the whole class freezes but Gale just tuts disapprovingly while Astarion just acts innocently like he doesnt have a longbow in his hand)

Karlach makes a demo on how to distinguish devils and how to kill them. She and Gale also show how to deal with a raging barbarian in a fight as a wizard, Hint human shields i mean tanks companions are important.

Wyll is charming the socks of the audience and shows self-defense tactics when an enemy too close. Oh yes he used to be a warlock but his patron was a devil so he had to cut ties with her

Shadowheart talks about healing spells and being aware of the your companions healths. She especially emphasizes the importance of being able to self heal in emergencies especially for wizards while giving pointed looks at Gale while Gale awkwardly(or guiltily?) shuffles and clears his throat

Laezel talks about the battlefield positions and best placement of wizards in the field to help the strongest soldiers and she also shows which of the body parts they should aim their spells. (I like imagining Laezel having her baby strapped on her while doing her demo or using her baby to show which body parts)

gabriel was a rather punchy teenager. he’s had a boxer’s fracture in his right hand and his septum is (very subtly) deviated from a previous break, but you’d have to know what to look for in order to notice it.

nathalie is a somewhat restless, anxious sleeper and can be prone to waking up for no reason at all. she sleeps with a weighted blanket to relax her body and keep herself asleep (but being the little spoon also really helps…).

gabriel has the odd little “superpower” of being able approximate measurements at a glance with incredible accuracy. very useful for tailoring.

nathalie has a particular penchant for linguistics and keeps several languages under her belt. given any free time, she does her best to maintain fluency of them.

gabriel is shockingly tactile. he’ll twirl pens when idle, his fingers are often the first part of his body to reflect his emotions (twitching when intrigued, clenching when irritated, etc.), and he learns best when he can get his hands on something.

nathalie, despite the effort she exerts to appear impassible, has certain tells: she looks to the left when she’s lying, and to the right when she’s flustered.

gabriel’s taste in music is largely: french classical, 50s chanson française, 50s/60s rock n’ roll, and 70s punk.

nathalie has a little scar at her hairline hidden by her bangs, from when she’d fallen out of a tree in youth. despite entertaining many intellectual, indoor hobbies, she also really enjoyed spending time out in nature by herself.

gabriel’s early designs and first few collections were very art nouveau-influenced, but he’s since progressed toward art deco and remained staunchly in that general sphere.

nathalie likes to recommend books as a means of showing affection. if you recommend one back, and she likes it, she’ll like you even more.

gabenath are ambivalent to the horror genre at best, but nathalie is most compelled by folk horror, gabriel by religious horror.

gabenath both have their preferred bar sport: nathalie is killer with darts and gabriel remains undefeated at pool.

gabenath’s zodiac signs are aquarius (gabriel) and capricorn (nathalie); gabriel’s birthday is in january and nathalie’s is in december.

gabenath are on-again-off-again smokers. if one of them is smoking, it’s inevitable that the other one will eventually fall back into the habit.

Okay, but consider: Olo'eyktan Jake Sully as a big Lion.

Not literally, but in everyway that matters.

Jake Sully is not a leader you fear. That's the thing people get wrong about him at first.

He laughs. He jokes. He's easy-going — he sits in the dirt with the kids, claps your shoulder, and breaks the tension in a tense council on purpose. People mistook that for weakness once. They learned, very quickly, that the easy-going manner was never softness. It was a man so sure of what he could do that he never needed to show it. He only spends the lethal version of himself on the things that earn it. The smile is free; the violence has a cost, and he only pays it for the clan. For the Pride.

And here's my favourite part.

After a battle, or a big hunt — after he's spent everything leading — he crashes. Not just tired. Gone. Like a big lion dropping into the grass after a patrol, he has hours where his body simply pulls the plug, because he's decided it's safe enough here to be useless. The whole clan steps around him when he's down. You do not wake the thing that just carried you all home. Especially when that thing also so happens to be Toruk Makto.

Except.

The only ones allowed to break that rule are his wife and his children.

Picture the apex predator flat on his back, and a whole posse of cubs climbing all over him — one of them yanking his tail, another pulling his ear. And Jake, the most dangerous person in the room, just takes it. His teeth flash for a second. A growl. A snarl, if they really push it.

And then it tucks away. All talk, no action — just like a big lion with his cubs. He's genuinely irritated; he's exhausted, his whole body begging for stillness, and he does nothing to stop them. And that is the deepest trust there is, because the same teeth would have snapped at anyone else.

And Neytiri? She doesn't tiptoe. She walks straight in, lowers herself onto him, and the snarl simply dissolves. She's the only adult he reads as safe before his mind is even awake. She can hear the difference between the all-talk growl and the real one instantly, and to her it's almost funny — all that noise, and he won't move an inch.

He goes under completely once she's there, as though her arrival is the signal his body has been waiting for to finally let go.

The whole pride defeats the lion. And he lets them.

PS. I am absolutely writing this one!

When Laia is pissed at him for something minor, she starts reading a Vlad biography or a history book on Romania

Laia starts favoring dresses with many buttons or long zippers because she likes Mehmed slowly undressing her every night

Laia has probably read and annotated her fair share of Mehmed II biographies. She and Mehmed probably have a True or False game where she'll bring up a random fact she learned about him, and he'll clarify what actually happened

Sometimes, when she's in his arms and ready to go to bed, she'll smile and go, "Tell me about the summer of 1720" (or any other date). And he'll stroke her hair and lull her to sleep with stories of that time

...Mehmed probably prefers being the big spoon, as opposed to sleeping face-to-face, considering how much he likes being behind her

He secretly reads books on her interests, so that when she's having trouble with, say, a painting, he can casually give informed suggestions and look like a hero worthy of her admiration

Is it time for Hochstetter headcanons? Okay. Twist my rubber arm.

Hochstetter

Born in 1903 in Frankfurt, Germany. Hochstetter had a brother, Konrad, who was ten years older and the golden child. Everyone loved Konrad, and Hochstetter idolized him. When Hochstetter’s father died in 1910, Konrad took over his father’s duties as breadwinner of the family. Four years later, WWI began and Konrad, the dutiful son and patriot, went off to war. Hochstetter remembered praying every night for his brother to be safe. But, within months, Konrad had been killed, leaving Hochstetter heartbroken and angry. 

Hochstetter’s mother, also heartbroken, began to develop an unhealthy relationship/obsession with her only remaining son. She would berate him incessantly, threaten suicide, and then smother him with affection. This unhealthy dynamic greatly affected Hochstetter’s emotional well-being and regulation. Everytime he would think of escaping, he was sucked back in and he became angrier and more bitter. He also became a social outcast amongst his peers which fueled his resentment.

The war ended before Hochstetter was old enough to enlist. This frustrated him as it denied him the opportunity to avenge his brother’s death (which was when his life began to derail.) It also meant he had one less avenue of escape from his mother. However, being a gifted student, when he graduated high school, he enrolled in college with the intention of teaching. There he met a lovely young woman, Viktoria, and became infatuated with her. His attempts to woo her were aggressive, but with the pool of young men severely depleted, she agreed to begin a relationship with him. Having never really had a positive relationship to model, it was rocky and he often crossed the line. But Viktoria slowly taught him how to behave (with varying degrees of success). They became engaged and he even began to make friends.

And then the Spanish flu hit. And, like that, his fiancée and steadying influence was gone. His mother told him Vikotria’s death was his punishment for leaving her and that no woman could take her place. Hochstetter’s resentment and anger grew.

Eventually, he graduated and found work as a teacher. The Depression hit hard and Hochstetter was let go (his over-enthusiastic application of corporal punishment was certainly a factor). He struggled to find steady work and faced harsh criticism from his mother as a result.

He had always been interested in the Nazi party from its founding and had become a member in the mid-1920’s even before the Depression. But with the Nazi’s promise to end the Depression, Hochstetter became a full-fledged, dyed-in-the-wool supporter. He attended every rally and joined the SA. Finally, he felt like he had some sort of control in his life, and, while he had no particular grievance against them, zealously campaigned against the Communists and participated in terror attacks. His tactics gained him some level of attention and he was recruited/promoted into the SS at the end of 1932. When Hitler purged the SA in 1934, Hochstetter had no compunction over turning on his former compatriots. He was eventually assigned to the Gestapo where he thrived. He used his position to confiscate wealth, dominate women, and eliminate anyone who had crossed him in the past.

When the war started, Hochstetter, an already feared Gestapo agent, redoubled his efforts to find traitors to Hitler and the Fatherland. In 1943, he was transferred to Hammelburg after the emergence of a strangely effective underground operation. His mother refused to move from Frankfurt, and Hochstetter was obligated to visit her on a regular basis (hence his absence from many of the heroes’ capers).

After transferring to Hammelburg, he quickly uncovered the name Papa Bear, but he found it difficult to pin down the man’s identity. At some point, he was obliged to go to Stalag 13 and it was there that he met Hogan. His hackles went up and he instantly latched onto the idea that Hogan was Papa Bear. However, as a prisoner of war, Hogan was shielded by the Geneva Convention and, without proof, Hochstetter’s superiors would not let him make an arrest. Although he would occasionally question/torture Hogan and/or his men, he was always given a time limit and his more aggressive techniques were restricted. This infuriated Hochstetter who became more and more convinced of Hogan’s guilt.

With the war coming to a close, Hochstetter knew he needed to act quickly to get his answers. With the brass scattered and Germany in the throes of defeat, Hochstetter went to Stalag 13 to interrogate Hogan. He knew at this point he could simply shoot the prisoners, but he needed validation. He needed Hogan to crack. However, Hogan was in the depths of pneumonia and in such a state that Hochstetter knew he wouldn’t get answers out of him. So he arrested Newkirk and Carter and took them to Gestapo HQ where he mercilessly tortured them. Still not getting his way, Hochstetter snapped. Proof or not, he would see everyone at Stalag 13 killed. He ordered his men to kill everyone except Hogan who would surely confess after seeing what Hochstetter had done. However, news that the ‘battle of Stalag 13’ had failed due to the intervention of General Kinchmeyer soon reached him. With General Kinchmeyer threatening to arrest/kill him and the Allied occupation mere days away, Hochstetter knew he needed to retreat so he could fight another day.

Throughout his Nazi career, Hochstetter had amassed a great deal of wealth which he squirrelled away in Switzerland. He decided to flee there. But first, he had one last thing to take care of. He managed to go back to Frankfurt, where he smothered his mother. Finally free of her, he was ready to face a new life outside of Germany, biding his time for when he could enact his revenge on Hogan. 

Somehow he managed to get to Switzerland. There he changed his identity to Wolfgang Hoffmann. But he knew if he stayed there he risked capture. So he quickly made his way to Argentina. There he met Elsa Bischoff, the daughter of a wealthy cattle rancher/politician. She pursued him and he found himself in the web of her charms. They engaged in a whirlwind romance and got married. They soon welcomed a son, Wolfgang Hoffmann Jr.

Through various means and connections, Hochstetter tried to track the location of Colonel Hogan. However, it becomes clear that he was incognito somewhere and so Hochstetter turned his attention to trying to locate Hogan’s men. He finally stumbled upon the location of Carter. Claiming he needed to go to America on a business trip, he set off for Minnesota where an old friend (a former concentration camp kommandant) ran a stockyard. He managed to kidnap Carter, eagerly anticipating when Hogan would arrive to rescue him.

Spoilers for Hochstetter's Revenge Below the Cut

art by jaelpenaloza on yt btw. shes not a great person but this post. aint abt her next u actually get my hcs!! ➤ he's able to open his mouth and stuff but only really does it if hes trying to creep someone out, is comfortable/around his friends, or if hes lazy and just wants to . he prefers keeping his mouth closed otherwise ➤ very erratic but in a. 1 moment hes abt to kill u next hes gonna play minecraft with u kinda way

➤ speaking of his favorite video game is minecraft . no reasons just vibes tbh ➤ fidgety asfff especially when he's nervous ➤ unpopular opinion (i think) but i think he's omniromantic demiro/ace . preference for guys id imagine ➤ rlly likes objects that are cutesy and pastel but he never wears anything cutesy or pastel. he just likes looking at the pretty colors ➤ if he wasn’t all big and nasty he’d be really fatherly. like a lot more than classic sans ➤ unofficially nightmare’s second in command, he doesn’t really get any privilege by it they just like joking about it ➤ officially the guy who advertises the group to people he thinks would be of use or he thinks nightmare would like. other than nightmare himself of course ➤ targets dream in fights over anyone else

➤ obsessed with christmas. always looks forward to december and is the only one in the bad sanses who actually cares abt the holiday. would genuinely fight in christmas clothing if he wanted but nightmare usually says no 🙏

➤ he has horrible depth perception . he aims his knife using sheer luck

After endless begging, Steve relents to letting Eddie paint his fingernails black. Eventually Steve finds himself admiring them regularly it isn’t long before the look begins to grow on him, so much so that he defends it to a nosy Dustin

Next on Eddie’s list for Steve are getting him his own set of skull rings

Robin saved two-months worth of her salary from Family Video to surprise Nancy with a denim jacket. But not just any denim jacket. One she picked out herself and curated with an assortment of pins and patches just for Nancy, spending days sewing on said patches with concentration and care, all the while a hovering-Steve watched over her shoulder.

When Robin gives her the jacket, Nancy’s face lights up in the biggest grin and she arches on her toes to give Robin’s cheek a kiss to show her appreciation.

Steve doesn’t even try to hide his jealousy over Nancy’s custom “killer fit” as he likes to call it. Anytime she wears it, which is very often, Steve can be found in the corner, a pout on his lips. To his dismay, the many hints he drops around Robin about how rad he thinks the jacket is don’t even register with her

Eventually he resorts to grumbling about it to Eddie, hands on his hips, peeved that Robin didn’t give him one when clearly he’s her best friend. “Because that’s the exact kind of thing best friends would do, right? Give each other jackets with all those patches and crap.” He’d pause before snapping his fingers in earnest, “Maybe she’s making me one too, as a surprise or something!” At which Eddie would nudge him gently and say, “Keep tellin yourself that pretty boy.”

One time Steve asked Eddie what his hair would look like pulled into a bun, at which Eddie eagerly appeased his curiosity, pulling it into a tousled updo, winning a grinning look of approval from Steve. Eddie now regularly wears his hair this way, just for Steve

Lucifer: Lu. Takes a long while for him to not glare at them whenever they use it, but eventually treasures the nickname. Usually because they only use it when they visit him in his office in the middle of the night, and they say it with such tenderness, so it feels private and special. It's less embarrassing than Lucy, in his eyes, too.

Mammon: Monnie. Flusters him at first, but soon loves it, again because they usually save the nickname for when they're alone together, so it feels more intimate. The fondness in their voice when they call him Monnie, usually paired with playing with his hair, makes him melt every time. Calls him Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby when they're flirty, and it short-circuits his brain.

Leviathan: Usually sticks with Levi, or Leviachan. If they're ribbing at each other they'll call him Lolicon, which he's quick to fire back at by calling them Fujoshi. It's all in good fun, and Levi enjoys the closeness of being able to mess with each other like the besties they are.

Satan: Usually sticks with just his name, much to his relief (it's embarrassing) and dismay (why doesn't HE get a nickname?!). Eventually MC starts calling him Big Cat, usually when trying to calm him down before he blows up at someone/something.

Asmodeus: Asmo is their go-to, but he and they also both call each other love, babe, hun, etc., which makes him incredibly happy. He was initially sad that he didn't have his own personal nickname, but considering MC uses the affectionate pet names all the time/in public, it gives him some bragging rights over his brothers.

Beelzebub: Beel, of course, and Bub/Bubs. Sometimes even Bubba or Bubby if they're in a particularly playful mood. Really any variations of the above. Makes Beel smile and feel all warm and fuzzy. He also gets called Guinea Pig whenever MC is cooking and needs a taste tester.

Belphegor: Belphie, no surprise. Cowboy much to his chagrin. They revel in how he grumbles about the nickname, so it only makes them use it more and more. Calls him Heifer when they're annoyed at him, usually when he's clinging to them in his sleep and won't let go.