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the biggest questions detective pikachu answered
no one but professional trainers has a full team of 6 in the pokemon universe because it would be a fucking gigantic hassle to deal with 6 animals, let alone different types that need different things
some people don’t evolve their pokemon because imagine having a fucking cat and then you can choose to make the cat five times as big and strong. would you do this if you weren’t battling.
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POV: Your life is about to change forever...
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josh heuston as constantine corrino in dune: prophecy 1.02
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I’m visiting my friend right now in her 18th century home she’s restoring where the lights don’t work in one part of the house, creeping to the bathroom like some sort of haunt, feeling for the walls with rising dread, utterly lost in the perfect darkness, like Jonathan Harker in Dracula’s castle, if Jonathan Harker were the sort of person to trip and stand there cringing in the night as his can of trader joe’s sparkling rhubarb-strawberry juice bangs all the way down the oaken staircase, one step at a time, the cacophony of a freight train, and then proceed to practically crawl through the remaining dark to the bathroom for a washcloth, to wipe up the trader joe’s sparkling rhubarb-strawberry juice before it can soak into the wood floor, with the fevered terror of lady macbeth hallucinating blood on her hands
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From "Corvo Bianco" comic released by Dark Horse and CDPR
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do you have a masterlist?
I do not, but all my fics are tagged #headcanons, and you should be able to search by character or fandom through those tags!
Mainly because I have so many fics, I might have to go to the trouble of making an actual directory lol
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Batman/Superman World's Finest #035 (2024)
Art by Kris Anka
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Geralt and his bf cuddling up in kaer morhen. Just cuddling on a windowsill under some thick blankets enjoying the falling snow over the valley. (What a veiw that would be!) can you tell a little story with that setting perhaps?
The cold doesn't quite reach Geralt. The songs say the mutations turned all witcher blood to fire, but Geralt knows that cold affects him just fine, he simply has a higher tolerance to it because of mutations and the endless residual decoctions lurking in his system.
Perhaps the true reason for this warmth lies in his arms.
Geralt leans his head down, sniffs your hair, lets the scent wash through him. Ask anyone, he's not the poetic type, but ask him to describe the way you smell and he will find the most lyrical and most brief summary he can muster.
Maybe the answer is much more obvious and it's the heat of numerous blankets draped over yourself. Geralt would find it amusing - no, strike that, he does find it amusing. But along with that, it's just adorable. And he won't deny that the physical touch is glorious.
Geralt is a Witcher. And most people daren't deal with a Witcher, let alone touch him. But you - whether bravery or naivety or a need for connection greater than his - you fearlessly initiate and continue contact. Geralt had never cuddled before you. Bed sharing was usually transactional, and with Yen, let's be honest, if cuddling occurred, it was more Geralt holding her than her actively participating.
You seem to crave his touch. You hold his hand on your own, you wrap your arm around his waist and invite him to hold you round the shoulder. You cuddle into his chest as if it is a safe haven. You play with his hair, his nose, his lips, his chest, his arms. There is never fear on you - and though Witchers cannot smell emotion like people think, he can usually hear the elevated heartbeats, see the shortness of breath, the dilating pupils, the contraction of muscles as they tense - none of the signs of fear from you, ever. Not towards him.
Lambert would find it insulting, he chuckles to himself. Geralt finds it... enchanting. More than any sorceress' spell.
"Witchers can hear the snowfall, you know." He smirks. It's a game sometimes. He makes up some wild, outlandish 'witcher fact' and practically dares you to call his bluff. There's enough weird shit that IS true to often disguise well whatever he comes up with.
"Oh, really?" You grin, leaning back against him as the valley beneath Kaer Morhen is coated in snow like powdered sugar. In an hour or so, the clouds will drift and the whole valley will be obscured in fog. "What does it sound like?"
"Like biting an apple. Crunch, crunch, crunch."
"Ew." You respond, and Geralt can feel you cringe while imagining the unappealing noise. "That doesn't sound right."
"Snow is wet and crunchy. Ice crystals grinding together."
"Yes, but they land on top of each other, not crunch, don't they? It should be more like a tinkle or a wet thud."
Geralt laughs. "Ah, yes, I forgot. The Continent's expert in onomatopoeia is in my arms."
You turn to raise an eyebrow at him.
"You do know I studied at Oxenfurt? I taught a class or two at Oxenfurt - I know big words!"
"I believe you." You smile, craning your neck to kiss the underside of his jaw, and Geralt is immediately mollified. "You know what? Tell me about it."
Geralt chuckles. "It's not all that exciting."
"I like hearing your voice anyway."
"Alright then... this was way back, sometime in..."
And Geralt talks, you cuddle against him, and the snowtouched valley is slowly lost in fog. Safe. Happy.
Home.
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