#&& permanent record; headcanons

[iceiclehorned]

When do you gaze at your soulmate?

when they’re unaware

they don't always see you. but that's a good thing. this is when you love them most. when they are so absorbed in their thoughts you can just sit there and enjoy them existing. it's the way they move through the world which made you fall in love. the grace with which they walk their path. the stubbornness. the dedication. they know their place in the universe and somehow, that makes you feel a little more confident in your existence too. they know who and what they are and there is nothing more beautiful to you than the ability to witness it all. in the simple things and the big things. the expressions they make when they think no one is looking. the way they laugh when they're not holding back. the little swears under their breath for no one but themselves. you love it all and you want to spend the rest of your life being their life's witness.

tagging: @eternallyserpentinebutterfly @the-lytenye-realms @bxd-kxrma @boomania @dracomultiverse & anyone else that wants to partake!

[roastyoualive]

HEADCANON ASKS

@zoomingupthathill asked: is there a small habit that they do every day?

There are a few of them! One of the first things he does when he wakes up is make his bed. (Or, he tries to. Sometimes depression kicks his ass. But even just pulling the blankets kind of back into place helps.) It’s a habit he made himself keep up. In canon, it’s because his room is small, and he doesn’t want to make more work for his mom. Mess takes up space. Their apartment is tiny, and he has to fit basically all he needs in it - he doesn’t have room to let things pile up. It just won’t fit. And he feels bad leaving chores for his mom. He barely ever sees her, since she’s often working one of two jobs. A lot of the time he only gets an hour with her at most. He doesn’t want that wasted by cleaning. 

There’s also, subconsciously, the fact that his life is a mess that spiralled out of control the day his dad got arrested. He loved his dad and his dad loved him, and once Barron was gone, Warren lost everything. They had to move, his mom had to work around the clock, he lost his friends, and the super community ostracised him. It’s chaos. His room is one small thing he can control. He likes to keep it that way - it helps him feel more secure. 

In other verses, he likes having his room neat for different reasons - ranging from easy to up and leave to force of habit to conditioning - but yeah, he always makes his bed. It helps. 

Another habit he has is that he always checks the fridge door before he leaves the apartment. He usually has a to-do list there (though his chores never really change), and more importantly, sometimes his mom leaves notes there. There are days when those notes are the only communication he gets with her. It’s usually just little things. Notes that she’s going to be home late, what she got for dinner, that she loves him, that she hopes he has a good day at school. Typical mom things, but it means the world to him. 

He also makes sure he has his work uniform in his school bag. He has to go right from school to his job a lot of the time, and it’s easier to just get dropped off from the bus closer to the restaurant than go home and walk. He just needs to make sure he has everything he needs. 

Those are the main three! There are some smaller habits, too. He always double-checks to make sure the apartment is locked whenever he enters or exits the building. Given where he lives, that’s just common sense. He’ll double-check his desk(s) at school before he leaves, just to make sure he didn’t forget anything. He tries to do the same with his things at the restaurant and his book bag before he goes to sleep at night, but sometimes you’re just tired. (He’s tired a lot.) 

But yeah, that’s the big ones!

[gyaruhana]

Hiiiii! If it isn’t to much of a bother could I maybe request Yandere Niragi headcanons?

-🧸

Suguru Niragi - Yandere!Niragi Headcannons

Synopsis: yandere niragi headcannons !!

A/N: may have made this a little dark but it's niragi there's no way to make him bright..

Warnings: NIRAGI, non-con elements (it's niragi what do you expect), yandere content, smut content

➠ First things first, I think it's pretty clear he'd be one of the more scary yanderes

➠ the moment he sees you, you're all his no matter what

➠ given his reputation at The Beach, no one stops to help you whenever Niragi clearly makes you uncomfortable

➠ they honestly just ignore and avoid you

➠ Niragi doesn't hide his obsession with you and his behaviours either

➠ He's super touchy with you and always planting kisses on your neck regardless of if you like it or not

➠ don't even try push him off because he'll get really annoyed and warn you not to fuck with him

➠ If someone is stupid enough to even breathe in your direction, he'll shoot them dead in front of you immediately

➠ If you have the audacity to talk to someone else, he will hit you and then shoot the person you talked to before blaming their death on you

➠ if you don't return his forward advances, he will just force himself on you

➠ whether he drugs your drink or just drags you away depends on how he feels and if your the type of person to put up a fight

➠ he will tie you down to the bed if necessary

➠ fighting back is not recommended because he gets violent fast

➠ Reaaaally into choking you

➠ his hand is on your throat the whole time he's fucking you

➠ he will carve his initials into your body to stake a permanent claim on you

➠ If you cry about it, he honestly gets turned on more because he loves your tears

➠ calls you every degrading name in the book as well

➠ his goal is really to fully break you so he can mold you into 'his perfect bitch' (as he puts it)

➠ After the first time he fucks you, he's always dragging you around and keeping you close to him

➠ there's really no chance of escaping given that everyone will snitch if they see you out of fear Niragi might hurt them otherwise

➠ Niragi stopped fucking other girls after you but that just means he's always on you since he has a high sex drive

➠ During games, he goes out of his way to keep you alive because he wants you with him forever

➠ If you're in a situation where you'll die and there's no chance of saving you, he'll fuck you and then kill you with his own hands

➠ he is absolutely into gunplay for the record

➠ finds it so hot to shove a gun in your mouth or even into your tight hole to watch you cry out

➠ of course, the gun is never loaded because he's not trying to accidentally shoot you

➠ he doesn't tell you that though because he likes the fear in your eyes when he threatens to pull the trigger and kill you if you disobey him

➠ big on hair pulling too

➠ he loves pulling your hair to pull your head back or dragging your around by your hair when you misbehave

➠ he keeps you inside his room most of the time because he really doesn't want anyone else to see you

➠ especially in the swimsuit/bikini you have to wear on The Beach

➠ when you have to go to play a game, he doesn't let ANYONE look at you

➠ the moment they do, a bullet is shot right between their eyes

➠ overall, very forceful yandere who hides nothing from you and proudly destroys you

"You fucking slut. Fighting me for what? You're clearly enjoying this," Niragi says as he fucks his cock into you roughly. He had his gun in your mouth so it's not like you could protest his words. All you could really do was cry and hope for the best. Niragi let out a cruel laugh at your tears as his free hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed it slightly. He loved seeing you like this with every fiber of his being. You were so pretty and, although you tried to fight him at first, you were finally submitting. He loved how your body went limp and you just gave into the way he was thrusting his cock in and out of you quickly with no proper rhythm. He was having too much fun destroying you. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you with my seed, yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you? To be fucked full of my seed and turned into my bitch? Yeah.. yeah, you would,"

[smutinlove]

ᴅɪᴄᴋ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ—ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ

—ladies, i love you. this is for y'all <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dick is just another softie. He will literally worship you after sex. He'll bring you water and a snack and tell you how amazing you were. And he'll obviously run you a nice and warm bubble bath.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

This man knows he has THE ass. He is definitely proud of it and so are you. As for you, he loves your boobs. Dick loves watching them bounce as you ride him. He is a fucking boob man. No question there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He has a breeding kink. Dick wants to fill you up, over and over. The thought of you carrying his kids gets him every time. He wants you dripping.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dick will record you sucking him off just so he can jack off to it when he's alone. What can I say? This man is wild.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dick knows what he's doing. He knows how to fuck a girl and keep her wanting more. He knows exactly what makes you scream and arch your back.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves telling you how well you're doing and he just cannot stop praising you. He'll tell you how much of a good girl you are and he will definitely say, "you're so good for me, baby. that's right, you're my good girl. you're practically made for me." this man is feral.

But if you piss him off? Your face will be sinking into the pillow, your ass up. He will relentlessly pound into you, pulling your hair a bit. (you will definitely be left a panting mess. and he will definitely degrade you a bit, calling you pathetic and down bad for his cock)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dick is just another silly tease <3

This man will flirt with you and put you into the craziest positions.

And he definitely gets cocky (contributing to his ego. it's as large as his dick) when you cum quicker than usual.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dick is THE definition pretty boy. He keeps himself neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dick is cocky. BUT he loves you. He's very open to showing his affection for you in certain ways. He's definitely the kind of guy that will give you a massage after sex. Dick will also whisper sweet things like, "you did so good, baby."

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dick is the kind of guy that'll moan your name whenever you're not around. Why? He misses you, meaning he's a total softie at heart.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM — This man will tie you up, whether it be done by using ropes, handcuffs, belts, he will do it. He also likes to inflict punishments (he can punish me all he wants) Bondage, disciplining, dom/sub, etc

Breeding kink — Dick definitely has a breeding kink. I swear, he will blow his load into you at random times during sex and he'll go all cheeky and silly, watching you squirm. He loves the thought of you carrying HIS kids.

Choking — He loves being in control. And if he's frustrated/a bit angry, his hand will magically make its way to you neck.

Honorable mentions: Spanking, orgasm control, exhibitionism, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He will do it anywhere. This man has no shame, I mean come on—he has the best ass in Gotham. AND HE KNOWS IT. He will fuck you in a bathroom stall, in a car, a random alley or even on a roof-top. Bonus points if you get caught.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is horny af. If your shorts are a bit too tight, he will definitely notice that. And suddenly his hands are creeping up your thigh.

+Hot and angry makeup sex after arguing oml

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not hurt you in anyway that'll scar you permanently. And nothing too serious either. Scat/piss is a NO.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He will eat pussy like it's his last fucking meal and he will be proud of it. He'll bring you to your limits, edging you and denying your orgasm. But if you're giving him head, you better be experienced. This man will gag you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Highly depends on his mood.

If he just returned from patrolling/crime fighting and is high on adrenaline? Cancel your plans.

You two fought and suddenly you're wearing something slutty? Prepare to suddenly be bent over the kitchen counter.

On the other hand, you gave him a massage and cooked his fav meal? Get ready to be worshiped and clinged onto. He also loves reminding you that he's the one fucking you and not those "lame and ugly guys" from clubs.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Dick likes to take his time with you. But if he's really horny and you're at some gala or public event, he will drag you into a bathroom stall, bend you over and pound into at an incredibly fast pace.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

This man loves taking risks and experimenting. He'll definitely be down to try something new. Except sharing you. He never believed in "sharing is caring."

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man is wild. He isn't a sex addict but he is horny 24/7. He could go for a 2-5 rounds with a bit of recovery. (Recovery being him eating you out.)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dick "super into trying new things and is very experimental" Grayson definitely owns toys. He definitely owns a dildo and a pair of handcuffs (in blue duh!!) and other sex toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing you. He doesn't get angry or upset. But he definitely gets petty, turning him into the most teasing fucker in bed. (It's fact-checked too!)

Denying your orgasm and overstimulating you is his thing. He'll touch you EVERYWHERE expect where you actually want him to.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He actually doesn't give a shit whether he's loud or not. Dick is definitely not afraid to let out the sluttiest and most disturbing sounds ever.

And he will want you to match his volume. "Don't be shy, love, I wanna hear you scream my name."

This man does not care what your neighbors think. Hey, it's even better if they hear! They'll know HE is fucking you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Dick loves fucking you when you're wearing his clothes. (Especially something Nightwing-themed) The mere thought of you covered in his hot cum while you're wearing his clothes drives him insane. He is feral and he knows it.

+he def listens to heartless by the weeknd while he destroys your cunt

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's definitely big and thick. Like 6-7 inches. 🤭

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Dick "I can go 5 rounds without breaking a sweat" Grayson has a HIGH sex drive. We've mentioned this ladies, he is a horndog. He will do it anywhere. Anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dick will never sleep before you do. He always makes sure you fall asleep first. And he'll wait around 10 minutes after you fall asleep just to make sure that you're okay. He's a total softie <3

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noticed we needed some more dick grayson content. here it is! i hope yall enjoyed <33

also, here are some HOT things i found on pinterest:

SLUT!

bro is def switching the positions for me

yes, officer, i have been a bad girl.

HIS ASS OMG. BABE, SIT ON ME!

[madameisaacpereire]

random modern tsh au headcanons

bc i cannot stop thinking about how each of them would be if they were gen z 🤍 tried to keep all of this as true to character as possible

Edmund ‘Bunny’ Corcoran

- Writes his essays with Chat GPT last minute

- Uses swipe to text

- Doesn’t have Marion on Snap (at least for a good, long while)

- Always has a cookie or snack cake with him when he showers

- Voted for Trump proudly

- Does not, somehow, own a MAGA hat. or at least, he doesn’t have one at Hampden

- Spends hundreds of dollars on Subway Surfers and Minion Rush every month

- Will not get anything with cinnamon dusting bc he inhaled cinnamon in public once by mistake

- Often sells Cloke ½ of his ADHD meds

- Makes Henry pick up his prescriptions

- Bluetooth Headphones. Bunny gives me major Beats vibes, tbh

- His favorite candies are Satellite Wafers

Francis Abernathy

- Keeps a refillable vape on his person at all times (his is silver and as small as refillables come,) but also has Strawberry Lemonade Loon disposables hidden places he frequents. Two in his coat pocket. One in his book bag. One hidden in his room. Two hidden at henry’s. Even one in an empty classroom at the Lyceum. He smokes cigarettes sometimes, too, but likes the accessibility of vaping

- Complains often about the TikTokification of “quiet luxury” and “dark academia”

- He has both WebMD apps

- Plays computer Sims at night & has a Sim for each person in the Greek Class. He keeps this secret bc in his Sims game, he’s married to Charles

- Walks out of the room when politics come up

- Spends time practicing writing in different fonts

- Has a pretty sizable internet following, most specifically on TikTok because he posts his outfits to brooding sounds. To his knowledge, the group is unaware. (Except Charles, anyway.)

Richard Papen

- Always asking Judy and Francis if he can hit their vapes. Will not touch Charles’s vape with a 10 foot pole.

- Dab pen under the mattress

- ‘Borrows’ Bunny’s adderall on occasion

- Sleeps through the day & forgets to eat so frequently that he has a permanent $800 dining dollar balance

- He peels his lighters until they’re white and leaves them around campus

- Has a 3 year long Duolingo streak in one language. Scottish Gaelic, of all things.

- Follows Francis’s TikTok on a burner account and spends hours stalking his posts

- He likes brat, secretly. He listens to it at Judy’s while they gossip and get high

- He’s very into Letterboxd even though he doesn’t often watch movies anymore

- A day does not go by that he is not at least looking on Depop

Henry M Winter

- Has a flip phone that he keeps in the breast pocket of his coat

- Everyone thinks he doesn’t know how to text but Camilla showed him (her first phone was a flip phone,) he just texts her and Bunny exclusively. it takes him 15 minutes to draft a text, though, so Bunny usually calls instead

- Has a collection of bespoke vintage lighters

- Keeps a single pair of unworn Golden Goose sneakers at his parents house bc he’s fascinated by the way they look so beat up and awful, yet so expensive in the same breath.

- His suits are all custom

- Always one slip of the tongue away from passionately ranting about AI & US literacy rates, or how people who vape are cowards

- Has a very large stash of swiss chocolate in his bedroom

- Bunny forced him to buy a signed Duran Duran record during one of his phases & Henry still listens to it on occasion

- Francis gifted him The Cure’s Three Imaginary Boys & Wish on vinyl freshman year and he very much enjoys listening to those on occasion as well.

- Has a 10 step Korean skincare routine

- Will not drink soda of any kind. Water, coffee, and good liquor only. On very rare occasion he’ll have some juice

- He orders his liquor online because he can’t find anything good local, and Julian always signs for it. This started when he was 18 & just kept going on, even after he could sign for things himself

- Has never voted. Does not look at the news in any capacity. Would not know who the president is if it wasn’t for Bunny

- Once expressed that he found the Eras Tour rather grand & everyone pretended not to hear him because how does he even know what that is

Camilla Macaulay

- Always looking for an excuse to mention one of 3 things: how she does not have much of an internet presence, how she’s the only girl she knows who doesn’t like Taylor Swift, & how she only reads weird girl literature and classics.

- Does not carry cigarettes bc she likes to just take them from Charles or Henry

- Giggles (at least internally) every time she thinks of or speaks to Bunny after she has read Bunny by Mona Awad

- Learned how to do laundry on YouTube when she first moved to Hampden (their family always sent laundry out)

- She knits

- She tints her lashes at home to keep up the illusion of not wearing makeup

- Borrows Francis’s vape often (when Henry isn’t looking)

- Has a Samsung frame TV in her bedroom & she uses it to play study ambience that’s just paintings and classical music

- At one point she has the same haircut as Charles. They’re surprisingly difficult to tell apart when this is the case.

Charles Macaulay

- He’s got an instagram DM roster he can’t even scroll to the bottom of

- Has a tiny tattoo on his ribs of Camilla’s initials (which are also his initials- he was blacked out when he got it) and as a result refuses to swim in the summer

- He likes wax sealing envelopes. It’s relaxing

- Smokes Camel Blues (Lights) & carries a Cool Mint Puffbar disposable vape for when he inevitably loses those

- Has been known to purchase a blueberry RedBull on occasion, though he usually chugs it before anyone else in the Greek Class can see

- Also uses a burner account to stalk Francis on tiktok. Francis knows it’s him, though, because he wasn’t very inventive with the username (when will he learn to leave it as user random numbers??)

- His entire fyp on that account is Francis, people who look strikingly similar to Francis, & slime tutorials with Lifetime movies playing

- Wired headphones truther

[fluffydeoxys]

Sanford and Deimos Scar Resource

In making my designs for Sanford and Deimos, I wanted them to reflect every injury they've incurred thus far in Madness Combat. So I've put together a resource, noting every significant injury that would result in a scar.

I've simplified it into a basic reference, but note this does not include the injuries from MC11-12, or Dedmos Adventures. They're quite complex/detailed and are better referenced from the original source material.

Under the cut is the full record/screenshots of my findings. (I'm sure someone has already done this, and if so, I'm sorry!)

[Madness Combat 5.5] Their first injuries. Deimos is on the left, Sanford is on the right. You could interpret it as Sanford's injury is larger, whereas Deimos's is smaller.

[Madness Combat 6.5] This is the injury that gives Sanford the bandages on his torso.

[Madness Combat 9] Aww, they're friends. Sike, they're not. Random Engineer win here.

[Madness Combat 9] Two bullets put Deimos down, but

11 additional bullets are what eviscerate his body and finish him off.

[Madness Combat 9] Sanford gets his turn of being hurt later (nowhere near as badly, though), although this injury doesn't seem to appear later in the animations/isn't bandaged. It actually just disappears when Sanford momentarily pops off-screen at the end of MC9.

[Madness Combat 9] My screenshot kinda sucks here, but Hank is piercing the upper left collarbone/shoulder area of Deimos here when using him as a body decoy. Also he gets a shitload more bullets in him but cmon the guys had to deal with enough already.

THE OTHER PLACE - SANFORD

When it comes to the permanence or nature of scars incurred during the Other Place, it's not entirely clear. We've seen only Deimos reemerge from the Other Place, and most of his injuries were filled in/over with rocks. You could stylise these scars as normal scars, or remain as black markings because they are essentially points of "corruption", worsening and growing with time. Personally, I headcanon it as parts of the S3LF and body being damaged and eroded by the Other Place. Regardless:

[Madness Combat 11] Shortly after entering TOP, Sanford's injury is still red, but

it darkens into the corrupt blackness after he warps through a door.

[Madness Combat 12] Slightly worsened injuries, or perhaps lightly redrawn. Note some scars/injuries on his back as well:

Likely from Doc's first failed attempt to retrieve Sanford here:

and then lastly, yeooowch !

THE OTHER PLACE - DEIMOS

This one isn't as interesting because everyone knows about Dedmos Adventures and the wiki has some images, but here's at least an image compiling how his state visually worsens.

[skyguytoast]

JAMES KELLY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

WARNING: after a point it starts to have sexual content

A/N: Hi beautiful people, I watched American Heist again and while I was waiting for my bus I finished these headcanons, I hope you like them, and feel free to comment and share what you think ;)

- James finally asked you out after the fifth time you showed up at the garage with some new complaint about your car—a strange noise, a stiff steering wheel, or any excuse that brought you back to him. He saw right through it. Leaning against the hood of your car with that knowing smirk, he finally said, "You don’t need to make up reasons to see me, sweetie. Just ask me out." You turned red, stumbling over a denial, but the way his blue eyes held yours left no room for argument. With a sheepish smile, you caved, agreeing to grab drinks with him later that night. - At first, James kept things light. He told himself it was for your sake—his criminal record, his brother, the weight of his past weren’t things he wanted to drag you into. But you stayed. And when he realized he didn’t want to push you away, he put effort into making things official. One night, he invited you over for dinner, surprising you with a home-cooked meal—spaghetti bolognese, cheap but decent wine, and a candle flickering between you. It was his way of saying I want this. I want you. - James carried himself with a tough, no-nonsense attitude, but when it came to you, he was different. He made sure you knew how much he appreciated you—whether it was carving out time in his packed schedule, checking in on you with a quick "Good morning, sweetheart" text, or calling just to hear your voice when he had a rough day. He wasn’t the best with words, but his actions spoke louder than anything he could ever say. - Anytime you showed up at the garage, whether to bring him lunch or just to say hi, James would break into the biggest grin. Grease-stained hands quickly wiped down on a rag before he pulled you in—one hand cradling your face, the other wrapped around your waist, grounding you against him. His coworkers always had something to say, throwing in teasing remarks, but he’d just shoot them a glare. "Jealous assholes. Get back to work." Then he’d turn his full attention back to you. - James was a man of physical affection—his hands were always on you. A palm resting on your thigh when you sat together, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back while you talked, arms wrapped around your waist whenever he pulled you close. He loved having you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours. And if you shared a shower, he’d take his time kissing along your neck and shoulders, murmuring against your skin as you told him about your day. - It hadn’t even been a year before James got a tattoo for you. To him, tattoos were permanent, significant—just like you. Whether it was your name in delicate script, a flower that reminded him of you, or something more personal, the moment he sat in that chair, he knew he’d never regret it. It was his way of saying You’re a part of me now. - James had seen too much of the world’s ugliness to ever let it touch you. If someone so much as looked at you wrong, his whole demeanor would shift—jaw tightening, shoulders squaring, eyes burning with quiet fury. He wasn’t the type to throw punches without reason, but if anyone crossed a line? He wouldn’t hesitate to make them regret it. - Some nights, when neither of you could sleep, James would grab the car keys and take you on a drive. No destination, just the hum of the engine, his hand resting over yours on the console, and the city lights stretching endlessly ahead. Sometimes, he’d park somewhere quiet, pull you onto his lap, and kiss you slow—like he had all the time in the world.

SPICY HEADCANONS (+18)

• The first time James made love to you, he was meticulous in his worship, his mouth trailing reverent kisses along every inch of your newly exposed skin as he peeled away your clothing with tantalizing slowness. His husky voice murmured fervent praise and tender endearments, the words dripping like honey as he mapped the terrain of your body, committing every dip and curve to memory. When he finally sheath himself inside you, it was with a slow, deliberate thrust, his eyes locked onto yours, watching for your every reaction as he claimed you inch by inch. He set a languid pace, each roll of his hips a loving caress, determined to brands this perfect moment into your very soul.

• Even as the months and years passed, James never lost his hunger for your body, for the way your velvety walls clung to him like a glove. He would spend hours exploring your secret places with a greed that was both insatiable and worshipful, his tongue delving deep to taste your essence. Watching you come undone beneath him, your back arching, breasts heaving, and a litany of breathless moans spilling from your lips, he felt a primal satisfaction. Each spasm and shudder of your body was a testament to his skill, his touch, his unyielding desire for you.

• On nights when the world was pushing him too hard, James would burst through the door, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with barely contained lust. In one flurry of motion, he would hike up your skirt, unzip it, and bury himself to the hilt inside you in one brutal thrust. The sudden intrusion, the feel of your scorching, silken heat enveloping him, would have him seeing stars, cursing under his breath as he fought the urge to exhaust himself right then and there. He would set a punishing pace, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts and growls mixing with your lewd cries.

• After a day fraught with idiotic clients or last-minute demands from his boss, James would return home, his chiseled jaw clenched tight and a storm brewing in his eyes. Barely a word would pass his lips as you guided him to the couch, his large frame sinking down onto the plush cushions. Before he could protest that he didn't need coddling, you were kneeling before him, your deft fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. The moment your soft palm wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock, he inhaled sharply, any objections dissolving into a low groan. Your tongue darted out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the swollen head, and he bucked his hips forward, silenced by the sudden surge of pleasure. "Fuck," he growled, one large hand fisting in your hair as he pushed you down further on his length, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers.

• James was a man who craved connection, intimacy, and he found it in the dance of his bodies, in the slick slide of skin against skin. It didn't matter if you were straddling his hips, your breasts bouncing with every roll and grind, or if he had you bent over the arm of the couch, your back arched and ass presented. As long as he could claim your mouth, could swallow your moans and whimpers as he plundered the recesses of your throat with his tongue, he was a happy man. There was something primal about the way he kissed you, a raw heat that set your nerve endings alight and made you think to be consumed by him. He kissed like he fucked - with a single-minded intensity that left you breathless and reeling, drunk on the force of his desire.

• But there were times when you acted like a brat. On those occasions, he would flip you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your upper body down against the cushions until your ass was raised and presented, just the way he liked it. He would run a possessive hand over the globes of your rear, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh until you wriggled beneath him, desperate for more. "This is what happens when you're... teasing me, little minx," he'd growl, delivering a sharp smack to your ass that would jolt you forward and set your nerves alight with a mix of pain and pleasure. Then, without warning, he would be inside you, his thick cock splitting you open and stretching you wide around his invading length. He wouldn't start off slow, no gentle buildup to ease you into the rhythm. No, he would set a punishing pace from the start, hammering into you with a force that shook the very foundation of the furniture beneath you.

[mofuguru]

𝐀 𝐭𝐨 𝐙: 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

❝ Worship like he’s a god. Suffer like you’re his favorite toy. ❞

— an alphabet of depravity with Ryomen Sukuna

starring. sukuna x female reader

concept. headcanon ⸻ 700+ words

warning ! this work contains. nsfw themes/smut which means only people above the age of 18 can engage

A – Aftercare

Rough sex doesn’t mean no care. He won’t cuddle you, but he’ll wipe you down with a smirk, kiss your bruises, and force water down your throat like it’s a command, not concern.

B – Body Worship

His hands roam like a curse — devouring, gripping, branding. He loves making you feel small beneath him, every inch of your body taken, kissed, bitten, ruined.

C – Control

Sukuna is a sadist with a god complex. He decides when you come, how you beg, when you’re done — and you always beg.

D – Dirty Talk

Filthy. Brutal. Taunting.

“You’re nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.”

“Say it again—who do you belong to?”

E – Exhibitionism

He has no shame. Would finger you in a crowd just to watch your restraint crumble. Bonus if it’s somewhere sacred. He gets off on desecration.

F – Fucking Style

Vicious, unrelenting, deep. He doesn’t make love — he claims. He’ll hold you down, fold you up, fuck you into oblivion. He doesn’t stop until you’re boneless.

G – Gripping

Hands around your neck. Fingers deep in your hips. Teeth on your shoulder. You’re his canvas — bruises are his signature.

H – Hair-pulling

Especially when you’re on your knees. He yanks your head back with a fist in your hair, his voice gravel in your ear:

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I – Intensity

Eye contact that burns. Touches that leave you shaking. Sukuna fucks with purpose — to break you and rebuild you in his image.

J – Jealousy

He doesn’t get jealous. He gets possessive. One look, one touch from someone else and suddenly you’re being bent over, punished for tempting others.

K – Kinks

Breath play, degradation, power play, fear play, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, blood, rituals — he’s ancient and depraved. There’s nothing he hasn’t tried.

L – Lingerie

He tears it off. Every. Time. Doesn’t care how much it cost. If it’s black or red and lacy, though? He’ll keep it on just long enough to ruin it.

M – Marking

Bite marks, scratches, hickeys, runes carved with cursed energy into your thighs. His name, his claim, permanent and raw.

N – Noises

He’s a low growler. Grunts, snarls, the occasional mocking laugh when you’re squirming under him.

“You’re so fucking loud. You want them to hear you?”

O – Oral (Giving)

Face-fucking is more accurate. He uses your mouth like it’s a throne, one hand holding your head, the other on your throat — feeling himself down your neck.

P – Pet Names

“Brat.” “Whore.” “My little sacrifice.”

But when you’re good? “Sweet thing.” “Mine.” That rare softness drips with danger.

Q – Quickies

In alleyways, shrines, temples, battlefields. If he wants you, it’s happening. His hunger waits for no one.

R – Restraints

Cursed energy cuffs, ropes, even his own extra arms — he’ll bind you until you can’t move an inch, then make you beg to be touched.

S – Sensory Play

Blindfolds. Hot wax. Cold metal. Spells that amplify touch to unbearable levels. Every second becomes exquisite torment.

T – Toys

He doesn’t need them — he is the toy. But sometimes he’ll use plugs, vibes, or even cursed objects, just to remind you who owns your body.

U – Unholy Sex

Altar-fucking. Blood rituals. Sex that feels like a sacrament twisted into sin. Sukuna is divine desecration.

V – Voyeurism

He doesn’t care if people watch. Sometimes, he makes you watch yourself — mirrors, recordings, a clone standing back while the real him ruins you.

W – Worship

Not of you. By you. On your knees. Lips on every inch of him. Praying to the only god you’ll ever need.

X – X-Rated Details

He’s big — everywhere. Veiny, thick, mean. You feel him for days. And he knows it.

“Still leaking? Good. Let them see who fucked you like that.”

Y – Yearning

Sukuna doesn’t do love. But he does obsession. You’ll feel it in the way he watches you sleep — like a lion guarding its kill.

Z – Zero Mercy

Once you’re his, he won’t go easy. Even if you cry, scream, beg — it only fuels him more. There’s no safe word that can save you from Sukuna’s need.

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[armysantiny]

-[Xavier; soft bf headcanon

P: Xavier x gender-neutral reader | G: fluff, headcanon | Inc: canon-compliant, nap times with Xav, Xav being a supportive office bf lmao| Wc: 456 | W: some under the shirt touching but nothing much| R: PG-13

Usually, I start off these headcanons with how I think the pre-relationship bond formed

But the game does already that for me, so thank God for that

I will say, the moment he became your boyfriend, Xavier has this cute ass smile sorta just etched onto his face for the next 24 hours

He’s so unbelievably happy he gets to have a romantic relationship with you in this timeline

All that backtracking was worth it because you can both be together

He adds a cute heart emoji to your contact name (which is already a nickname <33) and makes his profile picture a selfie of both of you

Suddenly his camera roll starts filling up with candid pictures of you

Not mentioning all the times you nick Xavier’s phone to take snaps of him sleeping to tease him with later

He gives you a copy of his apartment key and a little galaxy keychain

“So you can come in whenever you want”

Doesn’t tell you that he hopes you’ll be over all the time, if not just move in permanently

He’s given you full jurisdiction of his kitchen

By which I mean you have forbidden him from making anything that requires extensive use of cooking equipment

For all his cooking ‘skills’, Xavier has a concerning track record of blowing shit up in his kitchen

That aside, you do get pulled into nap times with him pretty frequently, whether you’re also sleepy or not

Xavier likes having you in his arms <33 helps him sleep better or so he says

His favourite place to wrap his arms around is your waist

Just holding you close while he powers down for a few hours

Not to mention how he likes slipping hands under your shirt every now and then <3

Sure, he’s getting his much-desired sleep, but teasing you is definitely on the table, and all in good fun

Especially when the way your breath hitches echoes in his ear~

Boosts his ego just a little, but shh~

Moving on!

Xavier isn’t one to broadcast your relationship to everyone in your office, but he’s definitely not going to hide it

Why should he?

He brings coffee and snacks to your desk when you’re filling out reports and paperwork, patting your back with a good job midnight before returning to his own desk

Gentle fleeting touches when you’re battling Wanderers together

The occasional hand kiss when you’re walking home

Xavier is very adamant on you not overworking yourself

So, he may or may not have convinced Captain Jenna a few times to hand him some of your missions when he sees you looking under the weather

Can’t be Linkon’s best hunter if you’re burning yourself out, now can you?

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[nameless-pirate]

Kid: smutty headcanons

Summary: just some smutty Eustass Kid headcanons. Tags: nsfw, for both afab and amab reader Notes: I have permanent Eustass Kid brainrot. I love him.

– MDNI –

I actually don't think he's that much into one stands. I've seen a lot of fics and headcanons portraying him as such, but I don't really buy it. He's a ride or die kind of a person and I think he prefers to have one person (maybe two if we count Killer) with whom he can explore kinks and sexual fantasies.

That being said, he's most definitely not a virgin. He wouldn't want to die without having sex and the pirate life is dangerous, so one day when they stopped on one of the islands for longer, he had a brief and sweet sexual affair with one of the tavern staff. If he goes out to have fun and the mood strikes, he usually goes for blow jobs.

He masturbates a lot. It's a great way to relieve at least some of his frustration. So he does it in the morning, before going to sleep, every time he showers, and whenever he's bored.

Not going to sleep with you on a first date, but also not going to let you go without a hot make out session after which both of you would masturbate in the shower (separately!).

Not going to sleep with you on a second or third date either. It's not a strict rule, but he'd prefer to wait. The anticipation is part of the fun. But I think he'd also like to feel more secure before going all in.

Because once you two have sex and it's as good as he'd imagine or better, he's not letting you go. He wants you close. Forget personal space. He wants to be your number one priority and touch you whenever he wants. The first week after you spent the night together will be spent in bed. Killer provides the food. He knocks on the door then leaves the plates in front of it.

Loves blow jobs, hand jobs, and any other forms of you touching him. It doesn't even have to lead to anything, you can just keep your hand on his dick, and he'll be happy.

Once he performs oral sex on you, get ready for a long pleasure session. He usually prefers to work you with his hand, so when he decides to go down on you, it's not an appetiser or dessert; it's the whole damn meal.

Soft during the first night. Gentle even. He wants to learn about your body and what you like.

Once he knows what makes you moan, it's game over. He wants you loud, so he'll focus on whatever you like till you scream his name.

During sex, he wants to hear his name only screaming or as a whisper/whimper when you beg him for more.

A huge fan of quickies.

Holds the record for the number of destroyed panties. Say goodbye to your favourite pair of undies. He'll rip them off.

But if you say that you'll stop wearing underwear altogether, he can't stand that. You need to open a lid to get to the inside of a treasure chest and he likes to rip it off. It's part of the experience. So he'll tear it off you with his teeth or his hands.

(afab) This doesn't apply to bras. Free the boobs and let him glance at your nipples.

(amab) He gives the sloppiest blowjobs. He leaves lipstick stains on your thighs and bruises on your hips as he pushes you to fuck his mouth harder. He NEVER forgets about the balls. He'll lick or suck them at the beginning. Definitely fingers your ass while blowing you.

(afab) Eating pussy? More like devouring. He loves everything about your pussy. He always starts by saying how lovely you smell before taking a long lick along your slit. There’s nothing he enjoys more than the sound you make when he swirls his tongue around your clit. And since he likes to use all the tools he has at his disposal, he’ll finger you while eating out. Pussy or ass—your choice.

Up for anything. “Don’t knock it off till you try it” is his motto in bed.

He loves to fuck you from behind but if he’s nearing his orgasm, he wants to see your face. Happy and all fucked out—just as he loves it.

He can and will go multiple rounds.

Prefers to cum inside of you. That’s how he marks you as his.

Leaves you with hickies, bruises, and scratch marks. And you better not cover them—those are masterpieces he’s proud of.

[saturnniidae]

More dragon rider disability headcanons for disability pride month!

(Ones specifically abt Hiccup are here)

Ruffnut has hypermobile EDS (when the twins were doing some bit that was basically Guinness book of world records she said smth abt 'worlds stretchiest skin' and my mom made a joke and said 'ruff has eds!' And it stuck)

A joke Ruffnut loves to make is saying Tuff is so insufferable she should just run away to join a circus and become a contortionist. She thinks it's the funniest thing ever

Hiccup also has some weird hypermobility stuff going on, when Ruff learns this she calls him a fellow circus freak (affectionate) and offers to let him come with her when she runs away. The response she got was "I'd rather stick my hand in Fenrir's mouth."

Tuff is visually impaired in his right eye from a childhood injury (another joke taken seriously)

All the riders are neurodivergent!

Snotlout has a frequently irregular heartbeat as well as memory issues due to how many times he's been struck by lightning. His whole book he wrote in that one episode isn't the only writing he does, he keeps a notebook to help keep track of minor things he might forget.

Astrid tries to make Hiccup breakfast in bed when he's having bad pain days and is too tired to do it himself. She almost burns the house down every time, so Toothless will go and get the other riders to help out while Astrid is kicked out of the kitchen and sent back to bed

Hiccup can be really fucking mean sometimes! Usually it's intentional bc he's in a bad mood and wants to be left alone. If it's seemingly unprovoked though, the others know it as a sign he's likely in pain and needs to be left alone (he still insists on getting work done but usually Toothless annoys him into resting)

Astrid has aches in her leg from when she got shot with that arrow, it being poisoned with dragon root did something to mess up the healing process so its worse than other old injuries (Dragon root isn't poisonous to humans but still having it in your blood stream isn't a good idea). She's also very mean when she's in pain, especially because it ruins her schedule since she can't train. Eventually her and Hiccup come to an agreement when they're having bad pain days they'll meet up in one of their huts and just. Sit together enjoying the others comforting presence but rarely talking

This is because Hiccup and Astrid both hate being in pain in front of people, they both share that almost extreme fear of vulnerability and the best they can do is take comfort in each other

Hiccup and Fishlegs are hyperfixation buddies! Fishlegs is the only one who doesn't get mad (it's just fond exasperation) when Hiccup wakes him up in the middle of the night to infodump, they just bounce off each other talking about dragons until woah suddenly the sun is rising and that is when Fishlegs gets upset because he values his sleep

All the riders have burn scars of varying severity. They literally work with dragons there's no way they wouldn't. And they all deal with their pain in different ways, but are unwavering supportive of each other when they can be

I've said it before and I'll say it again, a lot of characters should be disabled.

I know, cartoon logic and all, but the things that happen to these guys are things that should affect them for the rest of their lives. And watching characters struggle with permanent change like that, the realization you can never go back to how things were, and eventually healing and learning that's okay! You can still find happiness and be happy and it doesn't make your pain any less valid! It's so important to me and that's obviously reflected in my interpretations of my favorite characters lmao

[roastyoualive]

RANDOM ASKS || ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Anonymous asked: what is warren's relationship with zach and ethan like? 

Well, it’s different if you mean his relationship with Zach, or his relationship with Ethan. He reacts to them both differently. They are, after all, very different people. Let’s start with Ethan. I know people say this about Will, but in my opinion, Ethan is the real soft boy of the group. He’s the smallest. He has his moments where he stands up to himself, but there aren’t a lot of them. Zach’s kind of a dweeb too, but he’s taller than Warren. (Warren hates this, by the way.) Ethan isn’t like that. Warren took one look at Ethan in the hall, and his first thought was that the kid was going to get skinned alive. He wasn’t exactly wrong. The more he got to know Ethan, the more he figured that would be the case. Yes, Ethan learns to stand up for himself, sort of, but it takes a while. And even then I imagine it can be difficult to get that kind of confidence all at once. So once Warren is forcibly adopted, he decides he’s going to take care of this kid. He has to. Sky High is cruel and unforgiving and Ethan is going to get ripped to shreds. I don’t think he tries to make it obvious. He doesn’t want people thinking he’s ‘soft’. It’s a perceived thing, but he knows at the same time his image does keep him safe. He’s not stupid. He’s gotta keep that up. It comes in handy. It especially comes in handy for looking after Ethan. 

Beyond his protective streak, I think Warren and Ethan bond over science. This can take people by surprise, but Warren is a nerd. He’s a scholarship kid. He’s always reading. He’s smart. He likes having Ethan around because they can actually talk about chemistry and stuff. 

Beyond that, I don’t have a whole lot to work with. I’ve yet to write with an Ethan, and we were DENIED OUR THREE SEQUELS D I S N E Y, so. I’m fine. Not bitter.

Let’s move on to Zach!

I don’t think Warren is quite as guard dog over Zach. Ethan is the one who keeps hiding behind Warren in the final fight, after all. Plus, like I said, Zach is tall. Taller than Warren. And as I said, Warren doesn't like that. He doesn't like being shorter than people. As much as it does sound like a joke, it makes him feel antsy. It activates his fight or flight. Like I said, Warren uses his image to protect himself. It keeps him safe. People don’t mess with him directly because he’s scary. It’s partly why he’s so different at the Lantern as opposed to how he is at Sky High. He doesn’t have to protect himself at the Lantern. It is very hard to feel scary, intimidating, and safe when he has to look up to talk to Zach. No, he doesn’t have to look up a lot, but still. It bothers him. 

Beyond that, though, he likes Zach. He’s a good kid. A little awkward, sure, but a good kid. He means well. He’s one of the first people to shove food at Warren when Warren isn't eating. What do you mean you aren't hungry? You’re huge and on fire. You have to get your calories, my dude. 

Seriously. 

I like to think they share a love of comic books. Warren will read anything, but we see him reading a graphic novel or comic book a few times. He likes that kind of thing. He and Zach bond over that. They go over to Zach’s house to watch the movies sometimes, too, since Warren usually can't afford tickets.

And the three of them play video games together.

Will comes too.

It's boys' night.

[wwereaderinserts]

Would you please do dating headcanon with Damian Priest? Please.

Sincerely,

@terrortwinunicorn

Hooo boy I physically had to stop myself from writing more and more for this one, I was locked and loaded lmao

Dating Damian Priest

First things first - this man is absolutely massive so height difference

He’s definitely jokingly used the top of your head as an armrest a handful of times while you’re hanging around friends or family

You’re almost permanently a passenger princess whenever you two go out anywhere together

And Damian loves to rest his free hand on your knee or thigh while he’s driving along

He lets you have full control of the road music when the mood takes him - naturally, you sneak in a song you know he doesn’t like just so you can see his reaction

He’ll shoot you daggers for a split second before he laughs along with you

You’ve definitely ‘borrowed’ one or two of Damian’s shirts or hoodies, even if they’re ever so slightly oversized on you

And you’ve purposefully forgotten to give them back to him

When they stop smelling of him, then you’ll give them back

But not without stealing another two to replace them, right?

Damian gives the best hugs, you just know it

You manage to rope him into taking part in whatever latest couple’s trends videos are going viral

He’s a willing participant and it takes everything in you both not to break out into laughter when you’re recording

It usually takes a good few attempts until you manage to get a shot where neither of you are noticeably laughing

And in turn, he manages to rope you into baking with him when you both have the time

But if you’re busy and Damian’s the one with a little free time, he definitely surprises you with your favourite baked goods to come home to

You’re obsessed with looking over his tattoos when the opportunity arises

And speaking of tattoos, one of you convinces the other to get matching tattoos one day

Nothing too big or noticeable - more just something that only the two of you need to know about

If you’re into the same music as he is, you definitely tag along with him to gigs

You’re his biggest fan and you always have been, and that’ll never change anytime soon

[vickyvicarious]

Hi I came across a post of yours about Dracula and documentation. Which for some reason made me wonder about the final preservation of the documents they were writing in real time up until their ultimate goal was achieved. We here in the epilogue 7 years later that everything they produced is still preserved and will see the light of day again when the Harkers' child grows up enough to read them.

So I wonder if this would have been an easy decision to make... or if there would be a struggle. On one hand they have learned bitterly that they must share everything and keep no secrets from each other. On the other hand, the boy is born after they have achieved the reason they had documented everything. Would there have been a temptation to burn it all and protect innocent eyes? Someone completely ignorant reading such a horrific true story will be completely altered in their worldview and be terrified, would it be in character for them to want to destroy or bury it all?

Oh, this is a good question. It is possible it could vary by the survivors... but in the end I do think they would all want to keep it. Here's my justifications (first individual, then overall):

Van Helsing would want the record for educational/reference purposes, in addition to his stated desire for young Quincey Harker to better understand his mother and those who were devoted to her. In the epilogue everyone acknowledges that these could hardly serve as proof after the originals were destroyed, and Van Helsing himself claims "we ask none to believe us!" Still, I can't help but feel that after all he went through to try and gather knowledge about vampires and how to stop them, there's no way he would want to ever completely destroy or permanently bury such a source of knowledge. I think he wouldn't be able to help wondering whether if there had been an organized, relatively trustworthy-seeming account (as it sounds like by and large he got his information scattered in different stories and legends and folklore/wisdom) for him to consult, perhaps Lucy might have lived. The time he had to spend away from his patient learning what to do in the first place opened up so many opportunities for Dracula to get past them - as he did, almost every time. He may never expect (and certainly doesn't want) such a situation to arise again, but I don't think he in good conscience could get rid of this record, just in case it could eventually benefit someone down the line.

Jack Seward lost all his phonograph cylinders when Dracula burned the original records. Of course, the fact that he kept them totally unorganized suggests that he rarely if ever went back to them anyway, but even so large sections of the text were comprised of him pouring out his heart to his diary. I feel like a part of him would want to hold on to that record in some way, particularly his memories of Lucy during that time. A lot of them were agonizing, but they also grew so much closer while he was caring for her. And if you headcanon him becoming a better doctor or leaving the asylum after the events of the book, then the memories of Renfield (and his treatment of him) would serve as a strong catalyst there too. A negative inspiration not to allow himself to develop such unhealthy dynamics with his patients again, perhaps. I personally find that very nice to think about in fanfic and such but it's admittedly not a growth shown anywhere in the book so that's way more speculative. All that said though, I think he would probably care the least of the lot and would be most likely to defer to others if they wanted to keep or destroy the records.

Arthur Holmwood would be the one I think is most tempted to destroy the records, or hide them forever. Even though he hardly wrote a thing, he bared himself emotionally a lot in these records, and they contain the deaths of 3-4 of his loved ones (depending on how much you think he cared about Mrs. Westenra; we do hear at one point that they got along well but it's possible that was more schmoozing his girlfriend's mom than deep genuine affection), as well as the most traumatizing moment of his life - staking Lucy. I can see him not wanting it gone though because of that moment, though. I tend to imagine that he might feel some amount of guilt/distress about Lucy's final end, at least in the odd nightmare. While he surely remembers the peace on her face afterwards and his conviction that she was saved just as well as the rest, if he ever did have any lingering worries the ability to come back to the record would be a reassurance that she truly was saved at the end.

Jonathan Harker is someone I think would strongly want to preserve the record, and to share it with his son despite knowing the fear it would inflict. Frankly, even just for himself alone, I feel like the memory of his period of brain fever would be pretty terrifying. He lived through so much uncertainty about what was real or not, and his diary and the later corroboration of it is what allowed him to gain his confidence in his past and self and sanity again. He mentions in the epilogue that even on their trip to Transylvania "It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had seen with our own eyes and heard with our own ears were living truths. Every trace of all that had been was blotted out." He would not want to blot out whatever traces remain. And that's only considering himself - I think he would never want to forget or erase in any way what Mina went through. He would keep it all to honor her alone, without a doubt. And as for Quincey, I think Jonathan's words on his wedding day about believing there should be "no secret, no concealment" between husband and wife would extend to his child too. At least insofar as major life- and perspective-changing events, which this certainly was. Even if there was no reason for it to ever come up again, by not telling Quincey eventually he and Mina would always be hiding such a large part of their past, and I don't think that would sit well with him. (Plus, for Quincey to fully know how incredible his mother is and all she's been through.)

Mina Harker is the one person whose opinion would be respected the most on this matter. I think if she ever wanted the records gone, then regardless of any objections, the others would all bow to her on the matter. But Mina has all along been the number one record-keeper. Almost all the originals are lost, but in a way, not to her. Because she typed this all out herself, much of it in the very thick of events. I wonder if these 'secondhand' records feel more real to her because as she reads them over she can relive typing them up as well. Regardless if that is so or not, I don't think Mina would ever want to hide anything again - especially given how tormented she felt with guilt. She blamed herself for Lucy's death, knew Quincey died for her sake, and knowing her probably felt at least a bit upset with herself for not opening Jonathan's journal sooner even though she was respecting his wishes in both her waiting and when she did read it. The record of Lucy's last months alive (both with her, and after they separated) aren't something she could ever give up. The time when she thought she'd lost Jonathan only to gain him back again - the weeks she was losing herself and was convinced it was only a matter of time until she fully became a monster. The knowledge of what it is to be Dracula. Even those small conversations with Mr. Swales, and the too-late understanding of what happened to him. I don't think Mina would ever want to erase these, because doing so would feel like choosing to forget them, and they owe it for her to remember. And I think she would want to share it pretty strongly too, for much the same reasons as I mentioned above for Jonathan. (Less so 'knowing how badass I am' but more not concealing such a large part of herself from her son.)

In sum:

The epilogue makes it clear, or at least heavily implies, that none of the team have ever gone back to reread the records in those seven intervening years before the final compilation/end note. And indeed, I don't think any of them would really ever want to do so. (In a way, that makes it easier to say there was less struggle, because they didn't really address the issue until years later, and just locked the papers away and healed in other ways. When they came back they were able to look back at them 'without despair' as per epilogue. If they had discussed this sooner it may have been more of a struggle.) But I think they individually would all have decently compelling reasons to want to keep the option open. They all admit that the large lack of original documents is not conducive to people believing. Perhaps it's not very effective even for themselves, especially as more time passes and those memories seem even more distant/unreal compared to their lives now... but still, it's far better than nothing. And just knowing that if they ever feel the need, they can revisit the past is not something I think they would easily give up.

And that's all not even mentioning the one common reason I think they all would definitely share (in addition to just the general hard-won knowledge of the importance of not keeping secrets that you mentioned which is a major theme and not something to be lightly discarded), and that's a memorial. The record has to be kept to honor those lost, as well as the one nearly so. Lucy meant so much to so many, and the horrible loss of her is what finally brought these people together. Mina's endangerment, too, bound them together, and Quincey's sacrifice to ensure their final victory. It was all so meaningful, and so deeply intertwined with this traumatizing past, that there really isn't any way to properly honor them without making this past known. For Quincey Harker to ever understand the meaning of the name(s) he's been given, then he has to read this record someday. He has to know in order to feel the appropriate gratitude and love for those people he can never meet - and they would most certainly want him to do so, he who shares his birthday with Quincey's death and of whom Mina, Jonathan says, has "the secret belief that some of our brave friend's spirit has passed into him."

And let's be honest: the Harkers' opinions matter most on this. At least so far as the epilogue goes, it doesn't seem like anyone else has children or people they feel the need to pass the tale down to. But even if they never do (whether that means never having kids/partners they want to tell it to aka the 'Jack and Arthur are happily married to each other' take or just assuming they don't want to open that can of worms with people who were never involved) that doesn't matter. Because Mina and Jonathan do. Their kid is named after this group of people, and their entire lives were individually and collectively changed irrevocably, and if they want their kid to know then that's it. That's the answer.

And sure, his worldview will be altered to include terrifying monsters... but he will know the reality of the world they live in. He will know who has fought and even died to allow him to do so. And he will know that whatever terrifying monsters are out there... his parents defeated them together. And they will always keep him safe.

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Charr cubs headcanons 😾

- Average gestation is around 7 months and it doesn't meaningfully impact the parent until the last few weeks. Pregnancy in general is not extremely visible or cumbersome due to the relatively small size of the cub compared to adult charr, and delivery is usually a pretty quick affair.

- Cubs are precocial and within a few days they can follow their parents on any terrain. Born relatively small (30-50 cm), they have nubby horns and no teeth, but are also fully furred and with open eyes and functional limbs. By the time the newborn's parents are done cleaning and nursing them for the first time, the cub is usually already strong enough to attempt to walk on four legs, reaching the ability to toddle within a couple days at most and to jump and climb within a couple more. Such rapid development of physical abilities used to be a great evolutionary advantage and still has its uses, but nowadays it's mostly a headache for new parents, who often have to wrangle their hyperactive cubs for the couple of weeks it takes before they can properly understand what they're told.

- Despite having six mammary glands underneath their fur, most charr have only one cub per pregnancy. Fraternal twins are uncommon and identical ones are pretty rare. Such pregnancies usually lead to the cubs being weaker in their youth, if not even born premature in those cases where necessary care and nutrition aren't met in a timely manner by the parent. Triplets are possible, but recorded cases of fully successful deliveries are few and far between.

- While milk is highly nutritious, it's not enough for the quick-developing cubs, so they start eating meat within a month since their birth, practically as soon as their baby teeth have grown enough, and within 6-9 months they're usually fully weaned. Cubs start losing their baby teeth around 5-6 years of age, obtaining their full array of permanent teeth by mid-late puberty.

- Speech begins to develop pretty early at around 6-7 months of age, but cubs already rely on communication through body language and a set of specific sounds long before their ability to form coherent words becomes useful.

- Cub's fur is usually lighter in color and often more homogeneous than what it's going to be in their adulthood. As their new coat grows in its place, which usually happens within their first 6 months, their actual colors and markings appear more and more defined. Depending on the exact coloration, some charr maintain the same pelt from that point onward, while others keep changing up to their early teens, when it more or less settles for good. There's always the low chance of sudden changes still happening beyond maturity, but not many care at that point.

- The ideal age for cubs to join the fahrar is between 9 and 14 months of age. If possible, it's customary for cubs to spend as many months as they can with one or both of their parents to learn important skills from them. That often leads to cubs getting treated as mascots of sorts by their parents' warbands, but they also get a feel of what their future will be like as they observe the adults.

- Adoption is not really a thing in the Legions, but since there are few fahrar that are able to take care of younger cubs, orphans usually become the responsibility of the parents' warbands or of anyone able and willing to take care of them, at least until they're of the minimum age. Opposite to them due to the insular nature of their fairly closed community, the Olmakhan tend to form large interwoven family units with strong bonds, so adopting the cub of a late relative or friend is not only common, but sort of expected.

- After the growth spurt in their first 2-3 years, in which they at least double in size, a cub's physical development slows down to a much calmer pace, gaining only 2-10 cm per year as they put mass on their gangly frame. When puberty kicks in at around 8-12 years of age, in a handful of years they bulk up and grow exponentially, with full size generally reached around their early 20s.

- Cubs are born with nubs on their heads and dull claws, but within the first month of life both grow to an appreciable sharpness. Horns keep growing but remain short at about 1/4 of their adult size until puberty, when they rapidly develop to 3/4 of their adult size and then grow more slowly in length and width, often past their maturity and into their twenties. Getting itchy around the horns' bases is usually the telltale sign of the start of puberty, as they're the first thing to develop in young charr.

- In the fahrar, cubs undergo over a decade of both physical training and education at the same time, always with a big focus on military strategy and history. The exact curriculum varies depending on the Legion, staff and location of each fahrar, but usually different study subjects and paths are available for the cubs.

- Although their bonds are meant to be suited for the battlefield, cubs in the fahrar are also encouraged to be affectionate with each other during downtime in order to strengthen the sense of fraternity from early on. Trust-building exercises are regularly held, usually focused on teaching cubs how to properly groom and take care of each other, while the youngest cubs have dedicated times for rest during the day, during which they're often instructed to nap in piles as if they were one big litter. As they grow, build proper friendships and "toughen up", grooming and more affectionate behaviors more often than not disappear within the first couple of years, only remaining for their closest friends/prospect warbandmates or exclusively returning for their eventual future partners.

- Fahrar warbands are usually formed between cubs of roughly the same age, but they are not considered official until graduation due to the likelihood of shifting relationships between cubs breaking them up. Still, the teachers still treat them as if they were actual warbands. Fights over the same name are not uncommon when fahrar warbands split.

- Graduation from the fahrar is not a predetermined milestone, it just happens when the Primus deems the warband ready for active duty, usually after they've completed enough field training missions, both while tagging along veteran warbands and on their own. On average it happens between 15-18 years of age.

- While warbands still in the fahrar are already given huge responsibilities and the concept of maturity is more tied to being a "good soldier in the war machine" than age itself, charr are not considered fully-fledged adults until they're at the very least 16 years old, when they're allowed to join the frontlines. Due to that age limits, warbands with younger members undergo a higher level of scrutiny from superiors, as many of those precocious teenagers who think themselves ready for anything are quick to anger at the idea of not being considered adults yet, not realizing that's also a final test to check whether they're truly ready to obey no matter the circumstances.

- Bonus Biologically speaking, charr don't go through heat cycles and can reproduce all year long with brief recurring windows of higher fertility, but external factors (especially low stress and plenty of food) can still prompt sudden hormonal shifts that some still refer to as heat. Due to it happening regularly to charr on active duty but far less often to charr who are not constantly involved in high-stress situations, it's theorized to be an evolutionary behavior aimed at quickly reducing stress and taking all available chances to keep numbers high.

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🎭 Scene Imagine: Smoke & Seduction (Imagine the gif above is you and William instead- while reading this)

Notes: Actually, this is for my Fnaf AU, just like the original Fnaf but set in the 40s... and the storyline? It might be different, but who knows, I'll post about it later. Credits the lovely idea from: @ kazroze on Twitter/X

The dim glow of a single lamp paints the room in amber hues. A vintage phonograph crackles in the background, the needle gently gliding over the record. A slow waltz—or perhaps, something deeper, sultrier, like a tango—fills the space.

William holds you close, his touch firm yet teasing, like he’s always dancing on the edge of control. His lips curl around the half-burned cigar, silver-gray eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches you.

He's enjoying this—not just the dance, but your reactions, the way you follow his lead, how your breath hitches when he pulls you just a little closer.

And then—the moment.

As the music slows, he dips you effortlessly, his free hand cradling your back. You feel the warmth of his breath as he leans down, close enough for your noses to brush.

Then—surprise.

William's smirk widens and before you can even register what’s happening. His lips part just enough to let the cigar slip from its hold—only for him to steal a kiss as he claims yours instead.

It’s brief, intoxicating, the taste of smoke and something undeniably him lingering against your lips.

And just as fast as it happened, he tilts his head back, the cigar falling right back between his teeth like a magician’s sleight of hand. The ember still burning, as if untouched, the smoke curling lazily around his face.

William exhales—slow, deliberate—blowing a wisp of smoke against your skin, watching with unrestrained amusement as you process what just happened.

William (smirking, voice low): "Magic, darling."

Because, of course. It was always a performance, a trick, a sleight of hand—but one he pulled just for you.

🔹Why This is So ‘William’

Theatrics Above All: Everything he does has an air of flair—he doesn't just kiss, he performs it, turns it into a goddamn show.

Mastery of Control & Devil-may-care energy: He would absolutely kiss you with a lit cigar in his mouth and then carry on as if nothing happened. The way he leads, the way he sets the pace—he’s always just a step ahead.

That Damn Cigar: He makes it a part of his signature, his routine—because why wouldn’t he show off, even in something so small?

His Brand of ‘Romance’: Teasing, smug, confident—he enjoys seeing your reaction as much as he enjoys the kiss itself.

TL;DR: William is a man who doesn’t just steal a kiss—he stages it.

✨ Absolutely, utterly William. Literally✨

Also this entire scene drips with that old Hollywood, dramatic, self-assured charisma—the kind of theatrics he lives for. The man treats everything like an act, a performance meant to mesmerize, and you?

You’re his favorite audience.

BONUS: William Afton & His Ever-Burning Cigar: A Headcanon

William Afton is that kind of man—the one who always has a cigar lazily perched between his teeth, no matter the time or place. It’s like a permanent fixture, a part of his signature presence, just as much as his silver eyes and that damn smug smirk. He doesn’t just smoke a cigar—he owns it, makes it a part of his identity. And no one—not Henry, not his employees, not even death itself—can seem to take it away from him.

And everyone else, like the staff and Henry, always wonders why he never has a "stroke" lol.

The Immortal Cigar: No one has ever seen William light his cigar, nor have they ever seen it fully burn out. It just… exists, forever smoldering, like some supernatural entity bound to him. Does he replace them? Is it the same cigar every time? No one knows.

Henry’s Eternal Concern™: Henry Emily, forever the exhausted voice of reason, has long since given up trying to lecture William on the health risks. At this point, he just mutters things like:

“William, that thing’s gonna kill you.”

“How the hell is it still burning? You’ve had it since this morning.”

“You’ve been talking for an hour straight. How is it still lit?!”

"At this point, I think the nicotine’s preserving your body like an Egyptian mummy."

Employees’ Reactions:

Some of the workers at Fazbear’s place bets on how long the cigar will last before he puts it out. (Spoiler: he never does.)

Others whisper theories—maybe it’s a special kind of cigar, maybe it’s a trick, or maybe William just isn’t human.

The janitor swears he once saw the cigar relight itself when William walked back into the building after a meeting.

Casual Disregard for No-Smoking Signs:

At company meetings? Cigar.

In the break room? Cigar.

Literally standing next to a "NO SMOKING" sign? Cigar.

Inside the animatronic maintenance room? Henry wants to strangle him.

If a kid asks about it, William will just grin and say something like:

"Oh, don’t worry, dear—‘s just for show.”

(Cue Henry wheezing in the background because NO, IT’S NOT, WILLIAM—)

Does It Ever Affect Him?

Somehow, William never coughs, never wheezes, never even looks remotely affected.

If anything, it only makes him more smug when people point it out.

One time, a security guard sarcastically asked:

“Hey, boss, you ever gonna, y’know, put that thing out?”

William, deadpan: “Why? You worried ‘bout me?” [smirks, puffs cigar in their face]

The guard walked away mentally unwell.

Possible Supernatural Implications??

Maybe the cigar isn’t normal.

Maybe it’s tied to him, like a manifestation of something deeper.

Maybe, even in death, the smoke lingers—like a ghost of him remains, curling through the air long after he’s gone.

🚬 William Afton's Emotions Manifesting in Smoke 💭

William isn't just a man of words—he’s a man of unspoken gestures, of controlled theatrics, of making the smallest things feel like they mean the world. So if his smoke is an extension of himself, then, of course, it would betray his emotions when he isn’t careful.

How His Emotions Influence the Shape of His Smoke

Love / Adoration → Heart-Shaped Smoke

He never means for it to happen. One moment, he's just exhaling, lost in thought, eyes lingering on you, and then— a perfect wisp of smoke curls into the shape of a heart before dissipating.

The moment he notices, he immediately waves his hand through it, dispersing the evidence before you can see.

His ears burn, and he scowls at the cigar like it personally betrayed him. "Bloody hell..." he mutters under his breath, taking another drag, this time ensuring it's just a normal, straight puff of smoke.

Annoyance / Frustration → Jagged, Sharp Smoke Trails

When he's irritated, the smoke becomes erratic—harsh, broken wisps that don't settle into any particular form.

It’s restless, uneven, just like his mood. He might not say he’s pissed off, but his cigar sure as hell does.

If you point it out? He huffs, turning his head slightly. "Tch. You’re imaginin’ things, love."

Amusement → Spirals / Loops

When he’s entertained—whether it’s teasing you or just enjoying himself—his smoke moves in lazy spirals, almost playful in the air.

If he’s feeling particularly smug, he might even blow little rings that stack atop one another like a performance.

Bonus: If he’s challenging someone, the rings get tighter, almost like targets. It’s his way of saying, "Come on, then. Impress me."

Deep Thought / Obsession → Lingering Smoke That Refuses to Disperse

When he’s hyper-focused on something, the smoke doesn’t drift away like normal—it hangs in the air, thicker, denser.

Almost as if his thoughts are so consuming that even the smoke refuses to leave him behind.

You could wave a hand through it, and it would still take its time fading away.

This happens most when he’s thinking about you, and he doesn’t even realize.

Anger / Possessiveness → Dense, Unbroken Smoke

If he’s truly pissed off—or worse, feeling territorial—his smoke becomes something almost alive.

It moves with an unnatural weight, curling around him like a living thing, lingering like a warning.

It doesn’t break apart. It stays solid, looming, unwavering—just like his emotions.

If another man is too close to you, the smoke seems to drift between you and them, a barrier that wasn’t there before.

You notice. He pretends not to.

When He Finally Lets You See It

The first time you catch his smoke forming something—maybe a heart, maybe something softer—you call him out on it.

His silver-gray eyes widen ever so slightly before he immediately exhales another puff to cover it up.

"Hmph. Load o' rubbish, that," he mutters, turning his head away. But you see the corner of his lips twitch.

After that, he’s more careful. But sometimes, just sometimes, you’ll catch him slipping—and that’s when you know exactly what’s on his mind.

"Love in Smoke" — William Afton's Unconventional Love Language

Headcanon & Analysis (ithinkimgoininsanebecausewhatthehellamiwrite)

William Afton is a man who communicates in ways that aren’t always spoken—he thrives in subtleties, teasing touches, sharp gazes, and smirks that speak louder than words ever could. So, of course, it makes perfect sense that in this AU, where his ever-burning cigar is practically an extension of himself, it would become a part of his love language too.

He’s the type of man who makes a spectacle out of intimacy, who enjoys control, theatrics, and pushing boundaries—not necessarily in a dominant way, but in a way that says: "I want you to react to me. I want to see what you’ll do."

How He Uses Smoke as a Love Language

Blowing Smoke in Your Face—Teasing or Territorial Gesture

Afton's the kind of bastard who’d exhale a slow, deliberate stream of smoke right in your face just to see you squint, wrinkle your nose, or swat at it.

His eyes glint in amusement as he hums, “What’s the matter, love? That delicate little face of yours too fragile for a bit o’ smoke?”

But if someone else were to do it? No. Absolutely not. That’s his thing.

Trapping You in a Smoke Ring

Imagine him holding you against a wall, one arm bracing beside your head, cigar between his fingers.

He takes a slow drag, his lips curling into a smirk, then—puffs out a perfect ring of smoke around your face, trapping you inside it.

“Go on, then. Breathe me in, doll.”

It’s not just about teasing—it’s about owning the moment, making sure you’re focused on him and only him.

Sharing the Smoke—A Different Kind of Kiss

This is where things get intimate. It starts as a joke, maybe.

He sees you watching him, eyes lingering on the cigar between his lips.

"What, love? You curious?"

Before you can answer, he takes a deep drag, leans in way too close, and breathes the smoke straight into your open mouth.

His eyes never leave yours. The heat of it, the taste of him mixed with tobacco, the deliberate slowness of his exhale—it’s intoxicating in a way that has nothing to do with nicotine.

"Good, innit?" he murmurs, voice like gravel, thumb brushing absently against your jaw. "Just relax. Let me show you how it’s done."

Lighting a Cigar Using a Kiss (Ultimate Power Move)

You’re sitting on his desk, legs draped lazily over his lap. The air between you is thick—charged.

His cigar has gone out, and instead of relighting it normally, he holds it between his teeth and gives you a lazy smirk.

“C’mere, love.”

He tugs you in for a slow, deep kiss—one that leaves you breathless. And as he pulls away, the cigar is relit.

He exhales a thin stream of smoke with a chuckle, watching your reaction. “Magic, huh?”

No one knows how he does it. You don’t ask.

The Look—That One Look

The way William looks at you when he does these things is what truly makes it intimate.

His gaze is never the same for anyone else—sharp, dark, filled with something unspoken.

It’s possessive, but not in a suffocating way—more like he’s memorizing you, branding the image of you into his mind.

That’s what makes it so lethal.

🐇 Scene Imagine (another one cuz WHY NOT) — “Breathe Me In”

You’re seated on his desk, one leg crossed over the other, watching as William leans back in his chair, cigar pinched between two fingers. The office is dimly lit, the scent of old wood and tobacco curling in the air like something nostalgic.

His silver-gray eyes flick toward you, sharp beneath the low glow of his desk lamp, glint like molten mercury, restless and unreadable, a storm trapped behind glass.

"You're staring, love."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Maybe I'm just waiting for you to choke on that thing."

William chuckles, low and indulgent.

He takes a deep drag, the ember at the tip glowing bright—then, without warning, he exhales, a slow, deliberate puff of smoke curling in your direction.

You flinch, waving a hand in front of your face, and William just grins. Smug. Amused. Infuriating.

"Oh, come now. Don’t be shy. You wanna give it a try?"

You raise a brow. "What?"

Before you can react, he shifts forward, cigar slipping between his teeth. His free hand grips your chin, tilting your face up, and he leans in close��so close you can feel the warmth of his breath against your lips.

Then, he exhales—slow, steady, intentional—letting the smoke drift past your parted lips.

Your breath stutters. The scent, the warmth—it’s him, invading your senses in a way that’s both dizzying and deliberate. His thumb brushes against your jaw, grounding, teasing.

"That’s it, doll." His voice is all gravel, smooth and rich. "Breathe me in."

For a moment, neither of you move. The space between you is thick—charged. And then, just as quickly, he pulls away, the smug grin still curling at his lips.

The cigar is back between his fingers, like nothing ever happened.

He smirks. "Y'look dazed, love. Want another go?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

And William? He just laughs.

William makes everything a game, even intimacy. The smoke, the teasing, the touches—they're all deliberate. He wants you to feel it, to be hyper-aware of every single moment with him.

Because that’s what he does.

He leaves traces of himself behind—in smoke, in touches, in the way he looks at you.