#ulumi headcanon

[parushontas]

I have a headcanon that Ulrich has a real motorcycle as soon as he is old enough to have licence, because it's very practical thing if you live in a big city and its vibe is really matching with him.

So he is used to pick up Yumi or Odd from school, gym or other places. With Yumi, they look like the members of local bike club, a badass powercouple with pitch black helmets, big boots and leather jackets (safety first!); so serious so stunning, you don't wanna mess with them. Pink Sakura flowers on Yumi's helmet and dark brown or green pieces that Ulrich wears are the only colouring that they have. Sometimes they carry Épée or Sabre with, fencing is a fun and different training way for them.

With Odd, it looks like he has the Rainbow as a passenger. Odd has a couple of neon coloured jackets; mostly purple, pink and yellow. His helmet has the drawing of Kiwi that he painted by himself, occasionally carries weird art class materials with him and dances when they stop for red lights to entertain people in traffic jam.

The gang also have a secondhand Vespa that used to belong one of Odd's sisters; Aelita, Yumi and Odd ride it, because sometimes Ulrich's bike is too much for them. Jeremy still prefers electrically powered scooter.

Ulrich also has extra jackets, in case Yumi forgets to bring hers. The one from Kadic football team has 'Stern' written on its back but on the other one's back, it says 'Ishiyama', because he isn't the fan of his own surname and when he joined the uni's team, he simply lied to them and had Yumi's surname written.

#code lyoko #ulrich stern #yumi ishiyama #odd della robbia #jeremy belpois #aelita schaeffer #ulumi #random though of the day #code lyoko headcanon #if you are bored and wanna draw something pls feel free #ulumi headcanon #ulrich stern headcanon #yumi ishiyama headcanon

[thecoldandcruel]

“Maybe friendship was only a way to escape. We know that our love will destroy us if we take the next step in the middle of the battle. I couldn’t count all the things we did, all the battles we fought side by side, all the times we wanted to say the other the truth. But I can’t risk this, you, because I need you too.”

#ulumi #code lyoko #noir+power/battle couple+them= perfection #ulrich stern #yumi ishiyama #my headcanon about cold war episode #that Yumi really heard the I need you line from Ulrich #made my day

[sailorlyoko]

Odd Della Robbia headcanons

Tws for self-harm, odd's sisters, mental illness, homophobia, and homophobic grandmas

: Has ADHD

: Used to self-harm before Ulrich, Yumi, and William found out

: listens to radiohead, backstreet boys, Lou Vega, n'sync, and T.a.t.u

: His sisters, Adele and Louise tend to use him as their punching bag

: His sister, Pauline is very protective of him but doesn't really show it

: He uses jokes as a coping mechanism

: He's Italian on his mother's side of the family

: 100% Bi

: has a very high metabolism

: had a prophetic dream about crashing Laura Gautier's wedding

: He is an Ulumi shipper

: loves puns

: Sissi has feelings for him

: Looks really good in drag

: His cousins are named Alberto, Marco, Orlando, Bruno, Leone, and Lucrezia

: He has dated half of kadic academy's female students except for Yumi, Sissi, Milly, and Tamiya

: Once accidentally released 19 goats into kadic academy while the song September by earth wind and fire played on the p.a system

: Writes Ulumi fanfic

: Is also a Jerlita shipper

: Is currently dating william

: Is a little spoon

: He knew he was bi when he saw ulrich shirtless for the first time

: His rendition of all the things she said by t.a.t.u is a deadly weapon

: Can dance really well

: He dyes his hair

: might be dyslexic

: Once cussed out sissi in italian

: Is a amazing artist

: Writes fluff fics

: Theme song, All-star by smash mouth

: he is a leo

: He is icelandic on his dad's side of the family

: His aunt's a therapist

: He is the token gremlin of the group

: His grandma reacted poorly to him coming out and beat him in an attempt to make him straight

: He has depression

: He is an Esfp

: He had an emotional breakdown in William's arms after kiwi died

: His films are average at best

: He looks peaceful when he sleeps

: He is a theater kid and proud of it

: He loves phantom of the opera

: He is a grass type trainer

: once had a dream about singing opera

: His dreams are weird

: Once spiked the punch with red bull

: MUST have caffeine

: Ships Yolanda With Jim

: He is a multi-shipper

: Is often mistaken for a girl

: Sounds like teddie from persona 4

: Once played final fantasy 7

: Is a gamer

: becomes the second tallest after hitting puberty

: Has a Myspace account

: He is not a pervert despite being a ladies man

: He can't sing for his life

: had long hair in elementary school

: Has connections

: his phone case is a cat

: He read romeo and Juliet

: His worst subject is math

: Once caused a cafeteria riot

: He can speak English

: He gets pissed when you call him short

#odd della robbia #headcanon #code lyoko

[code-lyoko-headcanons]

Hiroki has made a blog on Tumblr completely dedicated to Ulumi.

When Ulrich and Yumi found out about it, they were not happy. They confiscated Hiroki's phone for 3 weeks, but that didn't stop him. He still posts whenever Ulrich and Yumi aren't looking.

#code lyoko #code lyoko headcanons #yumi ishiyama #ulrich stern #hiroki ishiyama #ulumi #this is totally something hiroki would do lol

[daylighteclipsed]

First of all the thEME SONG O BOI I'M NOSTALGIC. Also I love it how in the first episode Ulrich and Yumi can't like.. Touch without blushing :'D when (much later on) one of my favorite scenes is just them cuddling together asleep without a care in the world lmao they're idiots I love them

dude I love the Code Lyoko theme song SO MUCH. I wish I could add it to my Apple Music playlist lmao It goes so unironically hard. I’ve heard it over 95 times now, but it never gets old, and it’s so fun to sing, kind of like the Danny Phantom theme song. So much nostalgia attached to them.

okay but!! I was just thinking of making a post about how, like, significant it is that Yumi feels comfortable falling asleep on Ulrich now. It really speaks of how close and comfortable they are with each other, especially like you said, compared to the first episode, when just sliding closer to each other and bumping shoulders when they’re scared made them blush.

lmao dumb nerds

They really do become like best friends, and I love that. The blushy discomfort is cute, ngl, and I’m sure they do still get butterflies when they touch–Yumi pulls away pretty fast when it looks like Ulrich’s waking up here; they’re still kinda shy–but when they touch now it’s with a sense of security. They know each other. They trust each other. They’ve been through so much together. And I personally like that better in relationships, when the uncertainty fades and the comfort sets in. You just feel really warm and safe when you’re with the person. Like…you’re home, I guess. But anyway.

I also love in Swarming Attack when Ulrich recieves that fake love letter, and he’s kinda freaking out about it because he isn’t sure how he feels about Yumi yet. “That’s the problem: I’m not in love. I’m not sure yet. I can barely talk to her.” Like its incredible how much that changes. How he goes from being nervous just talking to her to calling her up to chat on the way to the lake with an easy smile on his face. How he goes from a cute little crush to (I’d argue) falling 100% in love with this girl as he does get to know her, flaws and all. Vise-versa for Yumi; it’s just kind of more obvious for Ulrich, ya know. But they’ve both seen each other at their best and their worst and love each other, and that’s really important. Ugh, I love it.

Also cause you just watched this ep: isn’t their hug at the end one of the softest things ever, like I’m crying?

Code Lyoko should’ve ended with Ulrich and Yumi finally, successfully going to the dance together since they’re interrupted every time. The first episode was a dance; the last episode should be a dance too, and it should be full of nostalgic parallels that make you think of the first episode and how far all the characters have come since then. Just, totally full circle. And Ulrich and Yumi should finally confess their feelings and kiss and start dating through that dance, the last middle school dance for Yumi; that’s the cheesy, heartwarming, parallel-filled content I’m here for.

#inkerii #ulumi #code lyoko #i headcanon thats how they get together #through the end of the school year dance post-s4 #ive started to write fic for it and everything #lmao #what wouldnt i do for you

[breziarchive]

majimako for miao93 on twitter/ao3, prompt being their headcanon for makoto learning self defense. now, thanks to the prospects of being ride hard or die hard ulumi fan for code lyoko, i’ve written plenty of sparring fics, so there is a slightly different approach to this one, hope that’s...pool with you.

((GET. IT.))

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Majima traced the lip of his whiskey glass several times over, lazy and content as he sat on the end of the bar. It was just him, the barkeep slowly closing for the night, and Makoto quietly playing billiards in front of him. She couldn’t play well, but as she’d told him before—she didn’t want to play billiards to play well. It was just a curiosity to her, using muscles in ways she wasn’t used to. Her arms were strong and her hands precise, but all that didn’t count for the finesse and calculations of a tricky cue ball. A soothed smile rested on Majima’s face as he lifted the glass to his lips and took another sip, watching her move in a loose dress down to her knees.

She was not so slight as when they first met. This was not a bad thing—in fact he breathed secret sighs of relief whenever he’d run his hands down her body only to feel it plumper than the months before. The night they first made love her hip bones jutted from her skin, as if in correspondence to the angry pink scar on her side. As the pink faded to white and paler her hips softened and her ribs disappeared from sight he marveled at how far she had come—from the cowering blind girl to a self-assured massage therapist. Lately too he had begun to feel toughness beneath her skin; all the muscles growing from the classes she had been taking in aikido.

He had never been one to know the details of the fancier, less streetwise stuff, but she had figured it was the best for her after some light research. The art of using an opponent’s force against them, ideal for people her size against people like him. In gleaming moments of masochism (so it seemed to her) he would eagerly ask for her to show him what she learned, in the most violent way possible. Most times he was quick enough to react in time before anyone really got hurt, though there were times she caught him by surprise even when he was trying to surprise her. She still had a long way to go to catch up with the Mad Dog, but the stalemates between them seemed to be growing more and more common. The proof of that laid in his smile.

The last of the whiskey burned pleasantly like winter memories down his throat and he slid the empty glass to the silent barkeep. The sound of his boots hitting the hardwood floor as he slid from the stool caused Makoto to stand up straight from the pool table, cue in hand. Even the way she held it, though casual, made it seem like she was ready to use it at a moment’s notice. That was his training—to not only be aware of attackers but the environment, should the environment come of use to her. Of course, part of that was brutally learned over and over again from his encounters with Kiryu; he was so much more of a traditional weapons man. But it never hurt.

“I play solo only, sir,” she rebutted before he opened his mouth. Laughing through his nose, he regarded her as the Mad Dog would; head tilted back, eye narrowed but glimmering.

“That so? Me too,”

“Oh no—,” Makoto stifled her giggles as in one step he circled behind her and stretched his arms around her own, “Goro!”

“Who ya callin’ Goro?” he teased into her cheek amidst pecks, “It’s only you an’ the pool table, in a smoky bar three an’ a half hours past midnight,” he tested the heaviness of the cue in her hands before laying it on the table’s edge, hands flush against her grip.

Makoto was struggling to keep her frown, sputtering laughs here and there as he guided them through the motions of a shot. It was sloppy, even for Makoto, knocking the seven-ball in on an unplanned mistake when the fifth hadn’t even been touched.

“Ach!” he feigned despair and buried in the crook of her neck, “Terrible! My pro career down the drain!”

Makoto had utterly failed at this point and was laughing too much to respond, tickled by his beard, his nose, the fringes of his hair, the band of his eyepatch, everything.

“Majima ‘Eight-Ball’ Goro, they used to call me! And they’d call me that again if I went back for one more round against the odds!” he wailed melodramatically. Makoto sniffed then pulled the cue back, lightly jabbing him in the abdomen.

“They’ll start calling you ‘One-Ball’ if you keep this up, mister,” she teased.

He gasped in horror, pulling his face back as his hands closed around her belly and pulled her close, “Did ya learn how?”

“On the first day!” Makoto reminded him, “Though I wouldn’t need to know how wielding a pool cue about,”

Majima hummed in curiosity and approval, one hand slipping from her to dip into his jacket. The warmth of his breath returned to the nape of her neck as he leaned back in again, one hand gently removing the cue from hers.

“Pool cues are unbalanced an’ impractical,” he murmured to her, “Try this instead.”

Makoto’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as the hilt of the dagger slid under her palm. It wasn’t until Majima’s hands closed over hers around the sheath did she open them again, looking down at the beautiful but deadly thing in her hands. It had spilled blood, many, many, many times. In her name, in his name, in no one’s name. Yet it still shone, polished like the day it was made. Somehow this didn’t betray the ugly past, becoming eerie and heavy in her hold. She said nothing, only inhaling with the fullness of her diaphragm to keep her calm as she had been taught.

“Ya don’t have to use it,” he told her as his fingers flitted away in patterns of waves until they held the dagger from beneath, “Just feel the weight. Feel what it’s like.”

His hands slipped away and rested on her hips as she contemplated it, running her thumbs along the edge where hilt met sheath, tracing the deceptively delicate flowers, admiring the craftsmanship. The world around her softened as if muzzled by cotton and her fingers wrapped around the hilt. Majima was silent behind her as she pulled the dagger a quarter of its way out the sheath.

Even then she could see the intricate swirls of the folded steelwork, like oil winding in water or snakes writhing in a pile. She was barely aware of the thumping of her heart, not only imagining what it looked like streaked with blood but knowing it as well. Bravery wouldn’t be what she would call what made her unsheathe more. It was more a strange calling, animal and primal. Curiosity mingling with unproven but understood knowledge. It was not Majima’s voice calling to her from the dark, not even the Mad Dog.

It was her, and her alone.

She sheathed the dagger. Majima’s chest pressed against her with a deep inhale.

“Someday you have to teach me how to defend against this,” she muttered in a voice much weaker than she cared to admit. His sharp cheekbone pressed against her scalp and the warmth and softness of the man only she knew spilled in her hair.

“I’m never raisin’ that thing against you, Makoto,”

She mused, turning the dagger in her hands to explore every inch even though she had rejected it.

“Then,” she said, even softer than before, “Teach me how to use it.”

He buried himself in her hair, breathing her in, thinking.

“Of course,”

Makoto exhaled with a shiver, somehow more of acceptance than fear.

“Just say when.” He gave her a squeeze, then reached to take the dagger from her. She let it slip from her hands, feeling its weight even when it was gone. Closing her fingers and nipping into her palms with her nails did nothing to rid her skin of its tingling, but it was more of a point of interest rather than distress.

Majima pulled away, paying the barkeep the other half of their bill for him to close early and let them have the run of the place. She took his arm as they left, and he walked slow enough so she could press her cheek against his shoulder. The back of her hand felt it in his jacket—the dagger of the Mad Dog, the everlasting symbol of his true pro career, murder, intimidation, violence, chaos. Skills she was learning for the sake of self defense, skills that were being passed down to her.

Skills that saved her.

She rubbed his arm, gripping his bicep, and pressed against the dagger.

“Goro?”

“Hm?”

“Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He threw back his head and laughed.

#valentine's day boogaloo #majimako #majima goro #makimura makoto #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #MAJIMA ONE BALL GORO

[furlfangs]

Ulrich the triangle boy

I sadly don’t do Ulrich enough justice, but here we go!

Sexuality Headcanon: I don’t actually have any concrete sexuality in mind, and tend to default on bisexual for the sake that I’m a multi-shipper (and bisexual myself)Gender Headcanon: He’s a man, manly manA ship I have with said character: Old school ulumi. More recently I’ve started exploring polyships and willulumi!  A BROTP I have with said character: Ulrich and Jeremie jesus christ take the wheel. Doesn’t matter that Jeremie doesn’t know a lick about sports and Ulrich can’t understand his technobabble; they have some unspoken bond and don’t even have to ask to share space. Season 1 and 2 they were exceptionally sweet, but as the years go by and XANA wears down on them all, Jeremie becomes a bit insufferable and tends to overthink things. They’re still friends, but perhaps not as affectionate and close as they used to be.

ALSO Odd and Ulrich are the default best bros ofc. Good-natured roughhousing and banter between the two. Ulrich tried sparring Odd once and it was all good until Odd licked Ulrich’s hand to get himself out of a headlock. Ulrich refuses to spar with him since.

A NOTP I have with said character: hhhnnn don’t really do notps. Doesn’t take much to convince me to like/appreciate a ship.A random headcanon: If Yumis a string bean than Ulrichs a square slab of beefcake. He quickly lost most of that pre-teen gangliness and would be considered stocky if his height didn’t even things out. General Opinion over said character: He’s such a sweet character, sensitive jocks hold a special place in my heart.

#ulrich stern #code lyoko #cl #headcanon meme