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Pushing Up Daisies Headcanons

Disclaimer: Pushing Up Daisies it just a working title at the moment, and so is the child’s name.

Her full name is actually Charlotte-June Hargreeves.

Charlotte was born when Five was 54. The result of a rather drunk and poor decision.

Her parents do not get along to they agreed she'd have two first names one they each liked.

Five rotating between denial and trepidation after Charlotte’s mother shares the "good news".

Five and her mother are bitter rivals and Charlotte's creation makes things even more rigid.

Five surprisingly being elated the day Charlotte is born, July 4th 1960. The first time he holds her in his arms he can feel his world brighten.

Charlotte is his world now.

Five having to leave her for his Commission work, which pains him.

Charlotte’s mother leaves her. She’s raised in the incapable hands of her aunt Maggie in Decorah, Iowa, during the 1960's.

Charlotte proudly being apart of team normal for a time.

He sneaks away every now and then to see his daughter on the farm.

This dude makes a big deal when his little girl makes him a ‘World’s Best Dad’ mug for fathers day. It looks like shit but it's his shit.

He's still a sarcastic asshole but he at least tries to filter himself around Charlotte. (Though he still ends up cursing around her a lot.)

Five adores Charlotte’s pure innocence, she hasn’t yet been exposed to the real cruelties of the world, he intends to shield her from them for as long as possible.

Charlotte’s aunt hates his visits, she says he's a bad influence.

Charlotte finds gifts left for her randomly all over the place, all the time.

He's very attached to Charlotte though he'll rarely admit it to anyone. And while he doesn't talk about it she knows she’s loved.

Five has to make adjustments to his time traveling plans so he can bring his daughter with him.

Charlotte’s dad "borrowing" her. Taking her on his Kennedy assisanation assignment. (So she’s there when he leaves the commission.)

Charlotte initially freaks out at first when her dad becomes a thirteen year old asshole and she surronded by people she’s never met, in an all new time period.

All of the Hargreeves losing there minds over Charlotte-June H. Not just because of her existence but she’s so freakin adorable and precious.

If anyone gives Charlotte shit Five will not hesitate in destroying them.

Stand by Me Headcanons

Warnings: mentions of sexual abuse, child abuse, and trafficking.

I really do have too many ideas in my head and not enough time to write full stories for them all. So here’s another oc I made awhile back. For Criminal Minds. Of course this is again platonic.

This little girl was born in Grants, New Mexico. However at two weeks her mother disappeared and her father moved them to Harbor Springs, Maine to be closer to “friends.”

Her father is in no way a good person.

By age two she was sleeping on the floor in the basement with a series of other children. She was always the youngest and only girl.

Wondering why the other children got taken when new people came around.

Despite the circumstances the boy actually are very protective of the little girl as protective as they can be.

She develops a brother sister relationship with most of the boys.

They can’t protect her forever.

At age three she’s violated for the first time by a pair of her father’s “friends.”

This leads to a more within drawn personality, trust issues, and dissociative behavior amongst other things.

Develops a type of Androphobia. A fear of men.

Being less affectionate and trustful to the boys in the basement though they’ve done nothing wrong.

At age four her father and the guys face some heat for their trafficking ring and decide to get out of dodge.

Amid the chaos another child helps her escape. While she does get far enough to hide in a ditch by the road. The older boy isn’t as lucky.

She’s found by a nice couple and brought into the Police Department.

Complete emotional detachment and dissociative behaviour.

When the department discovers she was one of the trafficked children. Guess who they call to help find the others?

The Behavioural Analysis Unit.

Derek, Spencer, Rossi being the team tasked with investigating the area you were found.

First meeting J.J. as the Hotch suspects the child would be more open to an interview done by her.

She’s not here for it. She just sits in her chair.

Derek, Spencer, Rossi don’t find much, however they find the other child’s hoodie with a name on the tag. ‘Daniel’.

They return to the department to regroup and rethink their approach.

Hotch asks Spence for his opinion on the little girl.

When Spence meets the child for the first time he recognises her stance, and behaviour as dissociative.

He gets some ice cubes.

The child slowly comes back too, immediately bursting in to tears in response to her proximity to Spencer and Hotch.

She attaches herself to J.J., however she still refuses to speak.

Coloring pictures that unintentionally help with case.

Being curious about the man who gave her ice cubes.

Shoelaces headcanons

“I want to write a fanfic for it, about dead kids… In a non morbid way.” ~Me to my college bud.

The concept for my fic is fairly simple. Centering around the question what happens to the children who are unborn? For one reason or another they never truly lived. So they were never good or bad. They are complete blank slates.

Season 1

One of the GP residents was formally a social worker on earth that helped raise millions of dollars for planned parenthood, foster care, and rescued thousands of children from unsafe enivroments.

With Michael and Janet's assistance they decide to continue they're work helping eager couples find their kids and perfect their afterlife families.

Not every couple wants kids so not everyone has a child placed with them.

Chidi seems like a guy who would have liked to have a child. Hence Analiese's placement.

Tahini and Jason don't have a kid. Because that would be torture for the child.

Lysie really throws a wrench in Eleanor's working to become a better person plan. Hard to study being a good when you have to also mascerade as part of the perfect parenting pair.

Lysie is such a blank slate having never lived. All of her personality traits and intrests have to develop.

Her obedient started personality drives Eleanor crazy.

The two aren’t really close.

Ana absolutely adores Chidi, she’s his little shadow for quite awhile.

She does however tire of his indecisiveness often making up his mind for him. In the way a living child would.

“No it’s Ah-na. Not a-nuh!”

This kid can’t tie her shoes.

Eleanor’s negative relationship and actions eventually leads to a glitch in the good place. Having an unwanted effect on Ana’s aging.

Everything corrects it’s self.

After the event. Eleanor’s despite her best efforts grows somewhat attached to Ana.

Ana really isn't a confident child at the start. Eleanor teaches her the value of rebelling a little bit.

This teaching actually leads to Eleanor spending a more time with Ana as she develops a broader personality.

Ana doesn’t understand why Chidi’s teaching Eleanor to be a good person.

Analiese makes so many jokes about the fact that she’s dead.

Ana does what neither Chidi or Eleanor thought to do.

“Janet, please get us the comfiest couch.”

Eleanor teaches Ana how to stuff her pockets with snacks, make a churro donut ice cream cake, and be an over all fun person.

Analiese has a low tolerance for Tahani’s superiority complex.

She thinks Michael is funny.

Eleanor, Chidi, and Ana are very dysfunctional family.

Movie nights with all three of them. Ana picks the movie.

“Why does everyone like Elsa? Anna’s the hero.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!”

Imperfectly Perfect

Title: Imperfectly Perfect

Word count: 723

Characters: Shawn Spencer, ocs

Warnings: fluff? Platonic fic not romantic.

Notes: Okay so here's the Prologue to my my short Psych headcanons. The next chapter would feature Morgan in one my favorite episodes. This series sees Shawn Spencer parenting a little Morgan. An anxious darling with a dark family past. This is one series I'm testing out. I do love comments and always read the hashtags in reblogs.

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It was gorgeous day in the lovely city of Santa Barbra. Heat from the sun blared down, under the light the coastal streets seemed to glow. A few feet below the boardwalk docks, the ocean seemed to stretch on forever. The gentle harmonious waves lapped against the rocks and crashed against the peer posts. Yeah the wet month of May had washed away, shifting into the warm moth of June.

Most people were at work, but a few were walking the pier, enjoying the beautiful weather. Some sit on benches, gazing out to see, out to the horizon. Children of tourist ran up and down, ignoring the frustrated calls of their parents. Shawn Spencer walked along the crowd, ice cream cone in one hand. The cruel heat was melting his chocolate peppermint crunch waffle cone down to a nub.

On any other day he’d have Guster at his side. By this hour he’d probably have weaseled his way into getting them a case from chief Vick. But not today. Sure he’d received a call from the department head earlier about a body being be found. But he’d been inflexible, choosing instead to spend the day alone with his favorite girl. Besides from what the chief had disclosed over the phone Lassiter and Jules were more than capable of solving the case without him.

There was a sudden kick to right should, almost making himself drop his waffle cone. His eyebrows drew together and he cast his head upward.

“Morgan,” he gently scolded. “Sweetie you almost made me drop my ice cream cone.”

His eyes were met with a youthful pair. They were the softest brown infused with the golden tones of honey.

The child’s sweet giggle made his heart melt, “sorry.”

Morgan was sweet and timid child. Her hair was the rich color of earth after rain, shining like a bronze medal in the sunlight. And her youthful face was splotched with brown freckles that he simply adored.

“Want my funnel cake?” She offered peeling a piece off of what little she had left.

Shawn didn’t need to be hyper-observant to notice the crumbs that had made a trail down her tank top. And though he couldn’t see, what with her sitting on his shoulders, he was sure there were crumbs in his hair as well.

“How is that even a question you need to ask?” He held up his other hand, leaning forward to ensure she wouldn’t fall off without him holding on to her ankle. Morgan’s smile rose to her cheeks, shifting her freckles. She handed over a piece of her funnel cake to Shawn then gripped at refined tousle up of hair. Her chubby toddler fingers coated in powdered sugar.

Shawn never thought he’d be parenting a child, let alone one as brilliant as Morgan. But he’d grown quite attached to the little girl. It was terrible what had happened to her mother, and disgusting what her step-father had done. But now Morgan Canmore was Morgan Spencer.

“Hey,” Morgan began resting her chin a top her guardian’s brown hair. “Can we go to the ac-ac-ackuarium?”

In the short time that Shawn had both known and been the legal guardian of Morgan he’d learned a few things. Firstly, Morgan loved all things water penguins, fish, etc. Hell her favourite stuffed animal was a pacific white-sided dolphin she’d so loving named Urchin. Her favorite color was purple and she was allergic to strawberries—

“Aquarium,” he corrected. He was having inner war with himself over whether or not he should’ve suggested sneaking into the dolphin exhibit.

—Perhaps the most important thing he’d learned was that his more zany eccentric behavior made his little girl uneasy. She could handle his normal outgoing self but there was a line he was careful never to cross with her present.

Morgan’s mouth pushed to one side and her button nose crinkled. “Shawn, I’ve heard it both ways.” Shawn couldn’t help but laugh, pushing down a certain bitterness.

Though he would never admit it, it stung. Morgan still calling him Shawn. Despite being in Shawn’s custody for nearly three months, since the death of her mother, Morgan it seemed wouldn’t be calling him dad anytime soon. That was title he going to have work for. Happily he was willing to put in the time.

Blanket Capes Headcanons

Warnings: none?

(I find myself using Abby Ryder Fortson a lot.) Okay my first ever oc! Yay. I have a text chain spanning the first three and a half seasons for this oc. For so long I haven’t known what to do with her. But now… Eventually I’ll make a short oneshot detailing her first encounter with Barry. Please, please ask questions about this oc. I have so much rant to get out. Now enjoy.

Now rewritten/updated

Theadora Noella-Eve Walker.

Noe was born on December 25th, at 12:01 am.

(One day I’ll write like a first chapter for this headcanon series.)

Thea met Barry at the Central City police department after being picked up for pickpocketing. (It wasn’t her fault.)

She’s a very shy child. Just crumples into a ball in a waiting chair while the officers decide her fate.

Then she meets Barry. She dropped her doll, he picked it up for her.

Barry notices how uncomfortable she is and decides to try to get her to relax.

He’s just his geeky self.

Thea laughs at his goofiness. But only the once, before hiding her head in her knees again.

But then Barry, he has to go back to work.

Just one moment can change everything.

Barry still a bit new to his powers and being well…himself has little impulse control. He offers to foster her upon learning she has no one else.

The first week she living with Barry she practically lived in the family room. Cause her room, Iris’s old room, is scary in the dark and she can form a nest under the coffee table.

This little miss, adores Iris and Joe, very dismissive of Eddie’s existence.

Constantly hungry.

Barry is actually quite patient with her since he remembers what it felt like to feel alone. Since his mother died.

She’s slow to trust, but still loveable peanut.

Thea is possessive of her things. After being on the streets with nothing. She’s protective. Like a Rottweiler puppy. (She has bitten Eddie.)

It’s suspected Thea has autoimmune issues.

Barry is an overprotective foster parent. As he continues to pursue superheroing he racks up a list of enemies. So his protectiveness is understandable.

First time she spells Barry’s name, she spells it Beary

For Christmas she went to a paint place with Iris and painted a heart. When Iris wasn’t looking she put her name on it. It was glazed and Iris never found out. So Thea gave Barry the painted heart for Christmas. She gave him Iris’s heart.

She loves camping, and astronomy. She’s a baby nerd.

Thea is no good sick. Barry isn’t happy when it happens either. She pouts about it for like an hour cause she hates being cooped up inside. Then she camps out in the living room and reads about stars. By the end of the day she’s usually sleeping while snuggling against Barry.

She doesn’t really like sports, she does like watching football with Joe. However, she’s smash at baseball.

Thea doesn’t understand snowball xghts and that your supposed to use soft snow. She uses ice.

After the episodes, “Tricksters” Barry decides, yep, he’s going to begin the long process to officially adopt Thea.

He runs the idea by Iris and she is fully supportive. Iris loves Thea.

Wells firmly suggests that Barry rethink his decision.

Thea passes out after dinner one night. And Barry in a state of panic rushes her to Star Labs.

Wells is strongly against the action.

Caitlin: “Well we know what’s wrong with Theadora.”

Cisco: “This kid is a nuclear reactor, who needs a crazy amount of fuel.”

She needs to eat more calories because like Barry she has a faster metabolism. A way faster metabolism.

You’re a meta-human Thea.