I personally headcanon Kaldo as a bit of a germophobe, hence the constant wearing of his gloves. He doesn’t like to touch things with his bare hands and especially hates bare-handed touching of other people, whose hygiene habits he doesn’t know or trust.

Though Kaldo knows logically that he’s someone others consider handsome (he has a fairly large fan club that never lets him forget it), he doesn’t actually care too much about his own appearance and isn’t vain about it like Ryoh. He is hygienic, clean, and he takes care of his physical health, but when it comes to his appearance, as long as he looks neat and tidy and fits the public image of what a Divine Visionary should be, that’s all that really matters to him.

One of Kaldo’s most prominent traits, a canon thing we see so very often, is his huge sweet tooth. He is obsessed with and loves everything sweet and a meal isn’t a meal without some sort of sweet element to it for him. He brushes his teeth religiously after each of his meals and snacks because he knows the havoc sweets can play on your teeth but he still manages to get cavities caused by his diet which he ignores for as long as he can, mostly because Kaldo dislikes (and is a little scared of) the dentists. He mostly just really hates their lectures on his chosen diet, to be honest.

I have a personal headcanon that Kaldo, as a hobby, is a beekeeper and he gets all his honey from his very own hives. He names each of his hives and talks to his bees while he tends to the hives.

Because his personal magic has to do with heat, I think Kaldo’s body runs hotter than normal as well. He’s very warm to the touch and he tends to always feel warm. It’s very rare for him to get cold and when he does, it annoys the hell out of him.

Kaldo likes just quietly observing other people. He’s a little nosey, to be honest. He likes knowing other’s secrets and he hoards all the best gossip, though he’s not loose tongued with it. It just delights him to know things he shouldn’t or other’s secrets.

You beamed at Fon, not really paying attention to where you were going in the crowd, just thriving off the joy you felt all around you, wanting to keep him in your sight even as you moved backwards through the crowd. Which is why, within only a couple moments of doing this, you felt yourself connect solidly with another body from behind.

“I’m so sorry!” the apology was quick out of your mouth as you spun around to face the right way, the bags in your arms crinkling and rustling, almost falling and causing you to grip tightly to them to stop yourself from losing any. It was an awkward little moment, trading what seemed like endless back and forth apologies with the person you’d bumped into, your cheeks ruddy now not just from the cold.

You felt the weight of a couple bags slip off your arm and you stopped mid-apology, suddenly anxious that you’d been unable to grab bags that you’d been trying so desperately to save, only to find a hand covered in red, woolen mittens lifting them from your arms. You looked up into Fon’s handsome face, watching him as he rearranged the bags in his already quite full arms, and could only smile.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said. “I was doing alright carrying them.”

You’d seen what Fon’s well-honed body looked like underneath the many layers of winterwear he was wearing, admired all his hard work and dedication but still, as he shifted all the heavy bags onto one arm, reaching out with his other mittened hand to grab your own, you couldn’t help but swoon a little inside over both the romantic gesture and the strength he was displaying.

“I know you can, but I like taking care of you,” Fon’s reply came in his usual calm, sweet tones, accompanied by that fond smile he always seemed to hold just for you and you alone and, like every time, your breath caught, just for a moment, as you stared back at him, your own eyes showing just how his words affected you, how much of that same fondness you felt in return. “I remember seeing both a tea stand and a very promising looking noodle stand,” Fon continued on, the two of you now walking hand in hand through the crowds. “Why don’t we take these to the car and then we’ll go get something to eat?”

“That sounds wonderful!” Your enthusiasm was evident, though you were glad that your winter coat muffled the sudden grumbling of your belly. You weren’t aware of just how much shopping had taken its toll on your appetite but now that food was mentioned, you realized you were practically starved and your footsteps sped up.

Fon insisted, when the two of you got to your car, to be the one to load the gifts into the trunk for you, something you happily agreed to. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. He really did spoil you; it was all you could think, as you stood waiting for him to be finished. While you waited, your eyes took in all the going-ons around you. Even back this far, near the back entrance of the Christmas market, there were still booths up, bright displays of Christmas cheer, and lots of little surprises and demonstrations. You enjoyed checking them all out, your attention divided between so many things. At least, it was divided until you caught sight of a photographer. Curious, you watched, wondering what was going on there. Was it pictures with Santa, perhaps? Impromptu photos to commemorate the market? You watched silently, your smile dying into an almost there smile, something wistful but still happy, as you watched the photographer and his subjects. You watched as couple after couple stepped forward under an arch that you’d first thought was just decorated with pretty greenery but that you quickly realized must be mistletoe. They’d stand in the middle of the arch, both of them would look upwards, before kissing, the photographer catching that kiss perfectly on camera. Some of the couples were shy, hesitant, blushing throughout it. Others went full-out, laughing as they dipped their partners before planting a big one on them. They all looked so in love, so happy in the moment.

You sighed a little, watching them, genuinely happy for each of those couples you saw approach, kiss, and collect their photo. You would happily pay whatever the photographer was charging, would happily take the place of any one of those couples. But you knew Fon well enough. While he spoiled you and it wasn’t that he shied away from touching you in public, showing you affection and letting others know how much he cared about you in public, it was kept to only touches, handholding, small things like that. He’d never seemed to want to kiss you in public. You’d never really asked him why…you shouldn’t be greedy, wanting more than the magnitudes of love, affection, and devotion he already gave you but still, there was something inside you swooning and wishing for such a romantic moment as you watched.

“Ah, they look happy.”

Fon’s voice right by your ear made you nearly jump out of your skin, a sharp gasp escaping you that made him chuckle low in his throat as he studied you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. You were just very interested in that booth and I don’t think you heard me arrive,” Fon apologized.

“You scared me!” you said with a laugh, your eyes going back to Fon. Only momentarily though…you kept looking back at the booth, entranced by what was happening.

“You seem quite engrossed by what’s going on. That must be mistletoe?”

“I think so,” you answered. “It’s a romantic idea, kissing under the mistletoe, and then having a picture to remember it is really cute too.”

Fon was silent for a minute, his face solemn, his dark eyes studying you as you watched the shrinking lineup for the photographer. Finally, the corners of his lips lifted into a barely there smile, a little bit of a smirk, and once again, he caught you entirely by surprise.

Your gasp of surprise was quieter this time, accompanied quickly by a blush as Fon quickly leaned down, his lips warm against your skin as he brushed his lips against your cold cheek, his fingers raising the edge of the winter hat you were wearing just long enough for you to feel his hot breath against the sensitive curve of your ear as he whispered to you.

What things do they always carry with them?

Nikki’s normally carrying her wallet in her pocket. Like Jude’s, it’s one of those Velcro men’s wallets, black with a red dragon pictured on it. She carries her phone with her, along with headphones. If people are getting too annoying and her friend’s aren’t around, she’ll often put headphones on just to tune them out. She does carry around mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, though she doesn’t really showcase this side of her to many people. She also often carries extra disposable contacts and contact solution with her, since she can be a little prone to losing her contacts.

Jen is one of those types of people who like to travel light. She doesn’t feel like she needs to carry too much around with her and sticks to the bare basics of what she absolutely needs for the day, meaning that what she carries can vary from day to day. Her usual consists of her phone, her cardholder and occasionally her change purse if she has cash, her house keys, a mini first aid kit, and a spare hair elastic. Other than that, as mentioned, She’s typically quite happy just with those basic ‘needs’ (at least in her opinion), but she will carry more based on her plans for the day. If she’s going out to do something special or heading out for a day out, she considers most possibilities and is responsible – she’s the one to bring an umbrella if there’s so much as a 40% chance of rain, for example. She’s also the one of the girl’s who routinely carries around a ‘period pack’ with her with spare tampons and pads.

Jude, of course, normally carries his wallet with him. It’s chained to his pants, one of those velcroed wallets, probably from Vans. He, of course, always carries his skateboard around with him. It’s his baby and he’s very emotionally attached to it. He has his phone with him and normally a pair of headphones. He has his house keys with him, which are on a lanyard that he just tosses into his pocket. On the lanyard is one of those novelty ‘world’s smallest magic 8 ball’, so he has that on him 99% of the time too and he likes goofing off with it. Other than that, the things he carries with him are almost always constantly changing as he gains interest or becomes addicted to this thing or that.

Caitlin normally carries her stuff in a purse, given that her skirt doesn’t have pockets. She prefers her purses to be ‘cute,’ which to her often means a smaller purse. Because of this, she often doesn’t have a whole lot of space to carry stuff and thus keeps it to the absolute essentials. She prefers to carry cards over cash because it takes less space. She always has her cell phone – she’s very attached to it, almost addicted at certain points. She also always carries lip gloss and mascara, just for any touch ups on the go. Her favourite lip gloss is, in my opinion, probably one of the Anastasia lip glosses and her mascara is always a volumizing formula but never in pure black – it’s too harsh with her colouring. She also tosses her house keys in the inside pocket of her purse, along with the keys to her parent’s car or her vespa if she’s driving that.

Wyatt carries his wallet with him when he leaves the house. He has an imitation leather wallet that he thinks looks really authentic, in a simple fold-over style that he thinks looks classic and mature. He has a debit card but it’s often not got much on it. He carries more cash than anything, with lots of change in his pockets. He also always carries his phone on him and most often, he also has headphones with him. When he doesn’t, he’s still going to listen to his music as Wyatt is definitely one of those guys who will just blast his music in public, since he thinks he has the best musical tastes and those around him are lucky to get to experience the bands he listens to. He’s a little bit of a jerk that way, though he's overall a good guy. He always carries extra guitar picks. His favourites at the moment have classic pieces of art printed on them, making them pretty to look at. I do think that he carries his guitar with him as often as possible, along with extra strings and such in the guitar case. He takes excellent care of his instrument, after all. Other than that, the only thing he frequently carries with him are a small notebook and pen, just in case the inspiration for a song hits while he’s out and about.

Sleep headcanon

Abyss never sleeps well in the dorms. It’s a really good thing that he can naturally just get by with less sleep than a lot of people. As long as he can catch 5-6 hours a day, even caught via napping in places he feels comfortable (like Abel’s quarters), Abyss stays pretty sharp and well-regulated. The problem with sleeping at night in his dorm is that Wirth’s habit of reading late into the night keeps Abyss awake, since Wirth doesn’t realize he makes little sounds while he’s reading and keeps his book-light turned up to the brightest setting.

Sad headcanon

Abyss’s parents never attempt to contact him again after he leaves for school. They don’t send him letters and while he’s tried writing home a few times, to assure his parents of the happiness and use he’s found at school, he never receives a reply.

Happy headcanon

Other than when he’s around Abel, Abyss feels the most at peace alone in the forest. He finds being surrounded by nature to be very relaxing and he craves it, especially after years of being locked up and forbidden from going outside. Everything from the sight of the forest animal to the smell of the earth and plants just brings him happiness and a feeling of inner peace.

Angry/violent headcanon

Abyss is never loud in his anger. His anger is very focused and almost serene, though it’s also always quite violent. If he can avoid violence, he will, in most cases, but this seems to go out the window when people make Abyss truly angry, which happens whenever Abel or his friends are hurt.

Sex headcanon

I really don’t think Abyss thinks about sex all that often. The topic kind of makes him uncomfortable. Because Abyss is so nervous and distrusting of most people, while he does have sexual urges, he prefers to take care of them himself and the idea of being sexual with someone is simply too overwhelming for him.

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

After graduating, I think Abyss moves in with Abel, wherever Abel decides to move. It’s not a discussion and I don’t think Abyss really gives Abel a choice. Abyss has just decided that he would spend the rest of his life serving Abel and the only way for him to do that is to constantly be near Abel.

Romantic headcanon

Abyss, despite being uncomfortable and really embarrassed about real life romance, actually really enjoys romance novels. His favourite genres in romance are romantasy and historical romance and he really loves stories about dashing knights who serve and are in romantic entanglements with their lieges.

Family headcanon

Abyss never wants to build a biological family of his own. The idea terrifies him. He doesn’t want to risk passing on the Evil Eye. He doesn’t want to risk ruining a child’s life like that. On top of that, because of the actions of his own parents, he worries that he would become like them and would neglect or traumatize his own children.

Friendship headcanon

I think that, though it takes several years of repeated, consistent contact and kindness, patience, and understanding on Lemon’s part, Abyss does eventually become friends with Lemon as well as the others, making her his first female friend. She helps his eventually become more used to talking to and befriending girls.

Quirks/hobbies headcanon

In an odd little physical quirk, Abyss blinks way less often than a normal, average person does. It’s a little unsettling at times, honestly.

Likes/dislikes headcanon

Since I did a like for Abel, I’ll do a dislike here for Abyss. Weird little headcanon but I personally headcanon that Abyss hates bubble gum. He doesn’t like the feel of it in his mouth; he hates the sounds it makes while he (or other people) chews it. He doesn’t even really like the smell of it.

Childhood headcanon

Back before his Evil Eye manifested, when he was a young child, Abyss was a really happy kid and very beloved by his parents. He loved tagging along after his mother during her day to days and looked forward to the one day a month that his father would do ‘take your kid to work day.’ Abyss would get to sit on his father’s lap, scribbling out drawings or doing practice worksheets, while his father worked and he always felt like such a big boy doing that. Because he did have such a loving home and such a happy childhood, it made what happened when the Eye did manifest so much worse for him.

Old age/aging headcanon

Abyss lives a very long life. I think he ages gracefully and he keeps his mental wits about him way into old age. He goes deaf and starts losing some of his sight before he loses any mental functioning.

Cooking/food headcanon

Abyss isn’t the best cook and he doesn’t enjoy it. However, he worries about Abel’s diet, so he puts in a lot of time, effort, and work into learning how to cook, even if it’s not an enjoyable process. He feels real pride and happiness the first time he makes a home-cooked meal for Abel that Abel compliments. To spend more time with his first friend, Abyss even has Mash teach him how to make cream puffs, though he typically prefers to buy them from Mash – Mash’s always taste better and Abyss can never figure out why.

Appearance headcanon

Though a lot of other people consider him as such, Abyss does not believe that he’s handsome. He doesn’t have a lot of self-esteem and self-confidence and that extends to his looks. It’s not that he thinks he’s ghastly looking and super ugly, if you take away his eyes. It’s just that he finds others to be much better looking.

Random headcanon

Abyss has really hairy legs. Sorry, I know it’s random and odd, but just a personal headcanon I have for him.

Any other question of your choosing

How athletic is she? Is she into any sports?

Sora is naturally very athletic. This started right from childhood, where she always preferred much more active forms of play compared to more stationery forms of play. For example, even as a very young child, rather than sitting around and playing out vivid imaginary scenarios with her dolls, Sora would rather have been outside, running around and playing hide-and-seek, tag, and other childhood games. She excelled, when she was small, at climbing things, especially trees, and just kind of loved running around. She’d honestly prefer running someone to taking her bike, unless it was a really long way away, and her and her friends would sometimes have fun little ‘challenges’ where Sora would try to race and beat her friend while her friend rode their bike and Sora was just running.

She was made fun of in elementary school by some very insecure little boys because she was not only faster than them but often easily beat them while playing sports or during sports day festivals.

I think Sora’s parents supported her athletic nature. Instead of trying to force their daughter into more stationary and ‘feminine’ endeavors, they allowed her plenty of outdoor time and even signed her up for a variety of different sports leagues and classes. Sora had a lot of physical energy and her parents felt that allowing her to work it out through physical activity was better than trying to force her to suppress it.

Because of this, I do think Sora has tried a variety of sports. Sometimes she’d only participate in the sport for the couple of months the class or league was in session for. She’d find the experience enjoyable overall, but not something that she really want to pursue long-term. It was this way for gymnastics, basketball, badminton, and field hockey.

That changed when her parents signed her up for soccer in elementary school. She absolutely fell in love with the sport. We see, in canon, that she still plays on soccer teams. It’s something she enjoys with all her heart. She much prefers sports where she’s part of a team and there’s just something about soccer that really appealed to her. On top of that, due to her strong legs and her speed from years of running, she tended to be naturally talented at the sport.

I think that Sora will continue to play soccer throughout her high school years. Even as she grows up, grows into her femininity, and takes up other interests, she never loses her passion for the sport. I think that, even as an adult, she participates in an all-female league with other mothers. It’s fun for them, keeps them all fit and active, and she won’t lie – while she loves her family and knows the other mother’s all love their family, it’s nice for her to really have some outside adult time with other women.

Writing more unrequested posts for SK8, just to establish a good queue for the month’s featured fandom! This time, we’re focusing on the gorgeous Cherry with some general headcanons I have for him 😊 I hope any lovelies who are fans of his enjoy my thoughts here!

Cherry’s glasses aren’t just cosmetic. He actually does need them and he has since early childhood. I think he got his first set of glasses around first grade. He’s near-sighted and his eyesight has gotten worse the older he gets. He has a habit, when working with things close up, of pushing his glasses up on top of his head when he’s really in the zone and concentrating hard. He often wears contacts, especially when skating, but he finds it bothers his eyes if he wears them all day. He doesn’t really feel any shame in wearing glasses and he’ll switch between glasses and contacts without much thought to the matter.

Cherry used to rock a very different aesthetic during his high-school years, as we’ve seen, with quite a number of piercings. I don’t think he’s let all of them fully close over and, if you’re really paying attention, you can still see the holes. The only one that’s fully closed over and healed is his lip ring, which he really misses at times. When he gets worried or anxious, he’ll still worry his lip at the exact spot it used to be pierced because, back when he had the piercing, he’d play with it using his teeth and tongue when he was anxious.

Back before Carla became a thing, Cherry had a bad habit of talking to himself whenever he was alone. He sometimes just needs to do his thinking out loud. Since Carla’s creation, he talks to her whenever he needs to do his thinking out loud and Carla is the only one to know all of Kaoru’s secrets. In a way, he allows himself to be the most vulnerable with her, more vulnerable than he could ever be with another human being. It’s not that he’s in love with Carla, though he prides himself on her creation and can sometimes speak as if she were a real person. He knows that she’s not a real person and that’s why he can be so open with her – machines are logical, easy, and they can’t judge or argue with you. Machines are safe. There is a real bond between Cherry and Carla, but it’s not a romantic love or anything silly like that that he feels, at least in my mind and he does know she could never replace an actual human connection with someone. She’s just easier, for him, than forming those actual human connections.

Cherry is prone to insomnia, in just a silly little headcanon.

Another silly little headcanon that I have for just no particular reason? Cherry isn’t particularly close to his father, who is his only remaining parent. His mother passed and he was much closer to her.

Cherry is an incredibly loyal person. Once he decides to like and believe in someone, he’s going to do everything he can to maintain that connection and friendship. He’s going to believe in his friends and loved ones for as long as he can and when they give him reasons to doubt them, he’s going to grill them about what they’re doing, trying to give them outs and chances to make things up between the two of them. He’s not someone to easily give up on anything or anyone he believes in.

Cherry hates paying cash. He definitely is the type who would use digital banking and he has all his cards saved to the wallet app on his phone or linked to Carla. If he could, he’d make cash a thing of the past and would have the whole world rely solely on digital currency.

If Cherry was given the chance to, I think he’d really be interested in learning to both surf and snowboard.

Cherry has a surprising interest in and knowledge about motorcycles. He’s a surprisingly talented mechanic, by the way, capable of fixing most problems with people’s cars or bikes, though he’d only do so for people he considered a friend.

            Finally, you could see, through the swirling snow, the lights and façade of your shared home. Skull must have been plugged in the Christmas lights in for you, knowing how much seeing them on your house always delighted you, and you couldn’t help but smile and speed up your steps, almost slipping in your hurry to get home to him but thankfully not wiping out before hitting the stairs of your home. You bounded up them, opening the front door and entering into the warm entryway of your house. Your skin stung at the sudden change in temperature but still, you smiled as you softly shut the door.

            “Skull! I’m home,” you called out, hoping he would come rushing out to see you. You’d kind of expected silence though, just in case he was still sulking. It was always a possibility with him, but still, you’d hoped he’d come rushing out.

            What you were instead greeted with was not at all what you’d been expecting. It wasn’t the sight of Skull’s gorgeous face smiling at you. It wasn’t even the silence that signaled he was still sore about this morning. No, instead you heard a great big crash, a loud and metallic bang, followed by a “shit…goddamn it…fuck…don’t come in yet! Give me a second!”

            While Skull’s shouted words were very empathetic, very worried, you couldn’t obey them. Not with all that crashing and banging and pained sounded swearing. You didn’t even kick off your snow-covered boots as you took off running into the house proper, pushing open the door that separated the entryway from the rest of the house.

            Again, you were caught entirely by surprise and your running steps faltered by the time you were half-way into the living room. You stilled, mouth gaping open, blinking rapidly. What the hell?? You swiveled your head, taking in the sight of your living room, the dining room and kitchen behind it. There was greenery everywhere you looked – it was hanging in the doorframes, above the couch, on every cupboard…was it? Hell, it was even coating the lip of the dining room table and hung on the back of each chair. You approached a bundle of greenery, taking it in your gloved hands and examining it before another loud crash caught your attention and you took off running towards the back of the house again.

            You flew into the bedroom, catching sight of Skull lying on the floor, still softly cursing as he tried to detangle himself from a ladder his legs had gotten caught in.

            “Oh my god, babe, are you okay?” you cried out, rushing to drop down by his side, your hands worriedly going up to touch his shoulders.

            “I’m fine. I’m the immortal Skull after all. It would take a lot more than this to hurt me…just this stupid ladder,” Skull said, glaring down at the ladder and resolutely not looking at you. You still kept touching him, trying to gently guide him to look at you as you examined for any damage. Once satisfied that he was, indeed, as he said, completely fine, you looked around the bedroom, only to find greenery half-hung, almost ready to fall tacked up here as well.

            “What were you even doing with the ladder? What’s up with all the mistletoe, hun?” you asked softly, pulling off your gloves and bringing your bare hand up to cup his cheek, finally getting him to look at you. Skull pouted, gazing at you.

            “This way you have to give me all kinds of kisses and love. Nobody can say no to kissing under mistletoe! Come on, I need love and you’re being so mean, denying it to me.”

            You couldn’t help it, you started laughing. It was soft at first but the laughter only got harder as the half-hung mistletoe completely fell, landing on Skull’s head. Your laughter only seemed to make him pout more, his eyes narrowing as he glared at you.

            “See, you’re being mean…you should be grateful you have such a romantic boyfriend!”

            You made yourself stop laughing, the chuckles slowly dying away.

            “Oh, Skull, I love you,” you said, little giggles still escaping here and there. You leaned in, grabbing the mistletoe off his head with one hand and holding it above his head, the other threading through those pretty purple strands as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his before you pressed into the kiss more firmly, relishing in the warmth of his mouth, the feel of his lips against yours, the little whine of happiness he made as his mouth opened, his tongue darting out to lick along your lips. You were only too happy to oblige, only parting when the kiss started to get particularly heated. You pulled back then to smile at him, planting one more soft peck on his mouth. “But babe, you don’t need to go through all this trouble. I’m always more than happy to kiss you. You just need to ask!”