#[This World Needs Hope: Headcanons]

[sacred-coffin]

UGH I WAS LITERALLY TALKING ABOUT TRAGIC SISTER AND TERZO’S MOM YURI THE OTHER DAY. THIS IS SO AWESOME YOU GET ME. ignore my main this is regular hit sister imperator blog gogodollie.

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I just think it would be awesome if they kissed. And sure it would make their respective families so mad. That's what's fun about it

Your boss/step mom is making out with your mom.

Your boss/ex is making out with your other ex.

Your boss/mom is making out with your dad's ex who is your older brother's mom (and btw your older brother is a cunt)

Sister imperator is allowed to get messy. As a fucking treat

[cyanbeetle]

I’ve tried like 500 times to articulate my thoughts about nonwhite superman and how much that adds to his childhood of loneliness and every time I hit a stumbling block because the topic makes me too insane to think but please hold my hand and imagine this little boy trying to grow up in rural Kansas and being the only person he’s ever known who looks like he does. This little boy who never has a proper answer when people ask where he’s really from, and even once he knows the truth of himself he can never safely share it. Please imagine him fighting every single day to belong and never being able to no matter how hard he tries because people will always find something questionable in the very way he looks. A lot of the superman mythos is dependant on Clark’s ability to assimilate but when you take that away what is left?? He’s just a kid fighting so hard for a belonging he’ll never have a hope in hell of being handed. Oh it hurts my heart

[businesscasualart]

I’m curious if you have any thoughts or headcanons about Onslaught and alcohol. I imagine being a semi-functioning evil team is stressful and if Psimon is chucking everyone’s vapes then cigs and 420 isn’t an option, then alcohol is the second best thing right? Besides drinking together is team building and leads to this wonderful thing called “actually talking about your trauma instead of bottling it up for once”.

AAAA sorry about taking so long to get around to this.

I need to stop checking my inbox until I’m FULLY ready to yap and ramble. I need that lil blue dot reminding me I have asks so bad.

That IS a good question and I’m so flattered that y’all bother with my content. <3 I think they’d be at least somewhat different about alcohol.

(Sorry for any typos in advance, I wrote this mostly at various doctor’s appointments. ALSO. Last thing to apologize for. I’ve never vaped or smoked when I wrote the last part, but I also have never consumed alcohol and that fact may be more evident in this one)

Cw: Alcohol and some references to alcoholism, uh…references to angst but maybe more comfort than angst, kinda all over the place <\3

Okay so, in the beginning, Onslaught was Mostly teens. Psimon was BARELY even old enough to drink in America at the ripe young age of 21, flat. And I thinnkkkkkk Psimon is American? Even if he’s not, it seems the rest of Onslaught is, so I think  Psimon would probably step up and be all “No, no,” confiscate all the bottles and cans and it’d make the teens so mad and indignant. Literal felons are being BABYSAT. Even when they travel where the drinking age is lower. 

But when the teenagers turn old enough to drink, they have a whole little birthday celebration with what they can get, and of course, offer the first taste of alcohol. Their choice for what it is, as long as the team could afford it. Of course, they laugh and tease if they recoil from the taste. 

Most of the team is pretty fond of drinking, usually together. It’s nice bonding.

Devastation is the only exception to the “Psimon Says no alcohol until you’re 21” rule from the beginning. The team can argue “She is LITERALLY one (1) year old” all they want. She is LITERALLY built different, Psimon is fine with her drinking. 

Idk if she particularly has a preference for any kind. She’s probably one of those who subscribe to the belief of “It ain’t right if it doesn’t burn a bit going down”. Wine is probably somewhat…nostalgic. For some reason. Takes her back to someplace she can’t name, someplace she’s never been, but I think that’d be one of the only reasons she might prefer wine. Her taste may be all over. May be whatever’s strong and good. I’m no alcohol savant, what do I know? 

She likes to drink to celebrate and to bond, sometimes to ebb at stress. It takes a LOT to get her drunk, but that’s not gonna stop her from getting drunk when she has the time and money burn on it. She gets drunk and gets even more jovial and warm and open, though she’s usually relatively open. Also, haphazard. She becomes a big fan of violating people’s personal space. Hugs, patting backs, throwing her arm around them, leaning on people shorter than her, etc.

It can annoy a lot of people if she does it too much, Psimon strangely doesn’t seem to mind too much tho…aheem…

Besides that, Psimon’s generally against the team drinking to the point of drunkenness, but there’s little to actually do about it; he struggles to track all of their limits, and when he’s focusing on one, that leaves all the others alone. He tries to avoid getting drunk himself instead. Someone has to stay sober, and his psionic powers don’t mix well with too much alcohol. And he’s the leader. It makes the most sense that it’d be him to keep his wits about him.

The Terror Twins are hearty drinkers; they also can drink a lot and get very warm and jovial when drinking, like Devastation. Any outing to a bar feels celebratory with them. They decided they don’t like to get fully drunk though, not too regularly. First Tuppence decided this, then Tommy when she pointed it out to him. They don’t want to open up more quickly than they intend. Psimon can relate to that, so he defends them when they drop out. That doesn’t stop them from having fun with everyone else though, or helping when things get bad. They’re usually decent at opening up on their own time anyway. 

Shimmer and Mammoth like to follow Psimon’s lead and keep excess drinking to a minimum. A couple of shots, a glass or maybe two, it really depends on what it is, but that’s it. Mammoth can take more than his sister, just by merit of him being so much larger, but he doesn’t like the taste of alcohol at all while his sister does. However, the second either of them get any kind of buzz ebbing at their senses is the second they quit. 

If they’re found sitting down and downing drinks, something is wrong. They’d only let go so much if they’re trying to drown their problems. Then, they can use some company. Someone lending an ear to their sorrows doesn’t sound half bad. 

If another team member is in a similar situation and needs someone to simply sit next to them and just be, or listen, Baran and Selinda are quick to be there for them.

Junior drinks for fun, he’ll seize any opportunity to drink. That man is getting “Krunk” as the kids say. He doesn’t know his limits and if he did, there’s no telling if he’d actually adhere to them. He WILL blackout if no one keeps an eye on him. He will be puking in the trashcan. The rest of the team has to steer him away from opportunities to drink lest he develop alcoholism at the tender age of 5-minutes-into-being-able-to-legally-drink. 

His mood becomes turbulent and fragile. He’ll typically be happy, loud, reckless, aggressive; but at the mention of the wrong thing or at the sight of something that takes him way back, he can breakdown rather easily. It’s actually pretty common for his drunken stints, when they get out of hand, to end in tears. Junior has to be one of the least repressed members of Onslaught, due in no small part to moments like these; where he lets his emotions run rampant and they go down a bad path. 

He’d expect ridicule, but Onslaught is actually very sympathetic to his struggles and complaints, whatever they may be. He can air his dirty laundry as much as he wants with little to no judgement, something he’s not used to. Once he starts, it’s hard to stop, but the team will listen until the end and it’s something he’s really grateful for. Despite being a troublemaker and general criminal, he tries to pay the team’s kindness towards him forward as much as he can.

If Psimon does end up drinking to lose his troubles, he usually does it alone, when everyone else is asleep. Or at least when he thinks everyone else is asleep. Sometimes someone will wander about looking for a late night snack or a glass of water, or even search for him himself. He dislikes being caught like that, dislikes not being so impervious and put-together for the team. 

Without fail, they’ll sit with him awhile. They’ll ask, they’ll listen, they’ll joke or comfort or sit in silence. Psimon will wither in place or try to get them to leave him be, but they’re a stubborn lot. They’re far from the most “upstanding” of company, but they treat him with the same care, empathy, and concern he tries to treats them with; and Psimon finds afterwards that, despite not enjoying being caught in a state of weakness or forced to open up, he wouldn’t have rather it have gone any other way.

[sincerealev]

OHMG HI I love your deh fanart please feed me with some headcanons for my five bbs 😔🙏🙏

Hello!! Thank you so much, that means a lot <3 /gen

I've made some posts already with hcs of the sillies, you can find them here:

Evan hcs

Connor and Zoe hcs

Jared and Alana hcs

So, HERE'S MORE HEADCANONS THEN 😼😼

(ty to my awesome gf for helping me think of hcs cuz my mind was almost blank at the moment of writing this 😭🫶)

Connor helps Evan study for math tests, and Ev helps him with literature assignments in return <3

Evan constantly "steals" his boyf's clothes, and jokingly claims that there’s “an imaginary contract between them” that states that, the moment they started dating, Connor's clothes also became his

They enjoy watching horror movies together <33 (Connor got him more into horror movies). They'll have sleepovers a lot, and have horror movie marathons past midnight

"Hey, Ev... What if we watched [horror movie] and kissed during the scary parts? 🖤"

Their favorite horror movie to watch together is Scream (1996)

Alana and Evan are besties 🫶 Like, very close friends

Sometimes they'll have sleepovers, and Alana will tell him gossip about the school (which she's got a ton of). Even of people Evan doesn't know of, but he eats it all up 😭. But they'll also gossip about their crushes/partners,,

(before Evan and Connor started dating) Alana would sometimes give Connor advice to ask Evan out and stuff

And Zoe would give Evan advice on how to talk to and ask out Connor

Alana and Evan are library buddies, and during college they both got jobs at a Barnes And Noble

Zoe and Jared are one chaotic duo. They'll text and facetime a lot, sending each other memes, and also will plot different pranks to pull on their friends lol

All five have pets:

Evan has his golden retriever, Aspen, which I've talked about before 🫶, Connor has a white ragdoll cat, Winter, which I've also talked about... Alana has a bunny named Cocoa, Zoe has a ball python named after a Greek god (I always forget which one), and Jared has a tortoise named Sheldon (of course (also Sheldon turned out to be a girl lol) )

(more under the cut cuz this post is getting long)

Zoe and Jared will put their pets up against each other and have them race

Jared for some reason can do a near perfect Mickey Mouse impression 😭 And he likes using it all the time around his friends. For example...

Con: (after Jared said something that annoyed Connor) Kys.

Jar: [Mickey Mouse impression] Ohoh!! That wasn't very nice, pal! ☝️🐭

Zoe is also guilty of stealing clothes... She's stolen some of Jared's graphic tees, and is yet to return them 💔

The whole gang loves going to Alana's house, because the energy there is just perfect: All cozy, and feels like home. Alana's grandma is very fond of them all too <33 And will give them all delicious food and deserts when they go visit

Murphy twins headcanons!!! Zoe will sometimes read through Connor's diary, which he doesn't know...

The twins will pull pranks on each other a lot (their parents are already used to this)

One time, Connor put fake spiders in Zoe's bed while she was sleeping. That next morning wasn't very pleasant

Connor and Zoe will ALSO constantly steal from each other's closets; Lucky for them, they're very close in size

They love going to the mall together and being goofballs

On family road trips, the twins will always argue over who gets to control the music

Though they won't admit it to anyone or each other, everyone around them can tell they get along very well and love each other <3

Oh yeah... I don't remember if I've said this one before, but they also argue a lot over who was born first (they're both convinced it was themselves), but their parents have never told them because that'd just be fueling the fire more lol

Now for Evan and Zoe... They give each other music recommendations

Zoe will recommend music from Feeltwood Mac or TV Girl, and Evan will recommend Radiohead songs

Zoe treats Evan as if he was her own brother (where Zoe is the older sibling, obviously 🙄 (Evan is literally older))

Zoe will never grasp the concept of Evan and Connor being together. How can such a nice and polite guy like Evan be with such a mean old ogre like.. her BROTHER?? 😞

Since Evan is close with Alana, Zoe’s gayass will ask certain questions,, such as, “What’s Alana’s favorite candy?”

Jared and Evan hcs: Jared honestly considers himself to be part of Evan's family. They have a cousin type of relationship, and Jared honestly looks up to him (He’d never admit that)

They play video games at Jared’s house, and one of their favorite games to play is Cuphead (you know who is who. Evan's also VERY bad at that game, but he still enjoys playing)

There will be moments where they both geek out over something they both enjoy, like a new comic book series releasing or something

Evan will always be the first person Jared goes to for advice

From when they were younger, Jared had stolen multiple of Evan’s toys and to this day is YET to return them (they both forgot, obviously)

And finally, some more Treebros hcs to finish off:

Evan is often Connor’s “muse”, when he draws or paints (he's got MULTIPLE drawings of Evan, and when Connor shows them to him he gets very shy <3 But Evan is always VERY impressed)

Sometimes they go on late night drives and will park in empty parking lots,, and then kiss <3

Connor has convinced Evan to try shotgunning with him, and it was definitely an experience 🦋

Evan is obsessed with doing his boyfriend’s hair and styling it, he'll do ponytails or even braids

[puhpandas]

Veering Off Course

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Gregory and his family get a call that Vanessa, whos in a different state for college, has gotten hurt. Gregory calls Evan, and Evan is able to use the things he's learned about himself since meeting Gregory to help his friend with his emotions regarding the situation.

Its early in the morning on a Saturday when Evan gets the call. It woke him up, so all he does is blink groggily and swipe at the screen blindly while propped up on his elbow until his thumb hits 'answer' on his phone. "Hello?"

"Evan." It's Gregory, and the serious tone to just that single word clears up Evan's brain as fast as lightning. He scrambles to prop himself into sitting up and rubs at his eyes with one hand.

"Gregory?" Evan asks, looking at the little icon he set for Gregory's contact of a picture of Evan and him at an amusement park. "Is everything okay?"

It takes a second for Gregory to respond, and it causes the anxiety that had steadily began to bubble inside of him to surge. "Gregory?"

"Sorry." Gregory finally answers. "I-- Uh... can you..." His friend struggles for words, and Evan tries to be as patient as possible as it becomes clearer every second something is wrong. "Can you come over? Like right now?"

Evan flounders for words for a second, but manages to force his mouth to say, "Of course."

"Okay." Gregory replies, and a surge of worry shoots through his chest when Gregory sounds like he might cry. He takes a breath on the other end, then, "Please hurry."

After that, Evan only lingers enough to respond with a short confirmation and goodbye before hanging up the phone. It takes him record time to shoot out of bed, sling on some shoes, and get down the street a few houses to Gregory's own.

His mind had played multiple awful scenarios of what terrible thing could have happened the entire time, but his worry does not ebb when he makes it to the porch and knocks on the door to a teary eyed Gregory.

Evan's immediately herded inside. Freddy has his phone in his hand pressed up against his ear, and he's pacing around the room. Aunt Chica and Aunt Roxy sit in the living room. Bonnie is sat in a dragged-over dining chair by Freddy and frowning.

It's dead silent in the house; even the TV and seemingly endless energy flowing through and causing bustling noise is snuffed out to nothing. Evan watches as everyone sits completely seriously and quiet, hands held in their lap or thrumming against something.

Impatience, is what Evan first thinks of. They're waiting for something. News, maybe? Freddy is on the phone. It's so silent you could hear a pin drop. Or somebody else's phone vibrate.

Evan's dread and anxiety only get worse when Gregory shuts the door behind him and tugs on him a bit. Evan follows without struggle, thousands of words and questions on his tongue when Gregory leads him to one of the unoccupied seats in the living room; a loveseat.

He sits down with him, and Gregory's face is scrunched up in barely restrained worry. Evan watches his friend, who's been an anchor for himself for so long, tremble and hunch in on himself. "Gregory?"

Gregory's eyes dart to him, and Evan leans down, hunching forward with his elbows rested on his thighs like theyre their own personal bubble. Evan's own brows furrow, and he feels the familiar thickness in his throat just at watching his friend be upset.

Evan grabs at his hand, squeezing it tight and lacing their fingers together. "I'm really worried, Gregory... please tell me whats wrong." Evan pleads. "Please?"

Gregory nods unsurely after a moment, and Evan watches him swallow thickly before turning to him fully. "Dad got a call from the University of Oregon today."

Evan's brows raise, but he nods to keep going. The University of Oregon is the college Gregory's sister, Vanessa, had left home to go attend. Evan hasnt gotten the chance to meet her, yet. She's already been gone two years strong, with a seemingly bright future. Evan's heard Gregory and his family talk about her enough to know her talents.

Gregory's breath hitches, and Evan wraps his other hand around Gregory's, the one he already has ahold of. He sandwiches it in-between his own and hopes it's enough comfort.

"Somebody called us and told us Vanessa got into a car crash today. On campus."

It's like a bucket of ice water is poured on Evan's head. His feet go cold, and his eyes widen to saucers. Fear shoots like an arrow through his stomach. When he stops reeling from the news, he watches Gregory begin to shake and lose the carefully gathered composure he'd put up since Evan arrived.

"They said..." Gregory's brows are furrowed so much it looks like it hurts. Theres a clench in his jaw and a wetness to his eyes Evan isnt used to. "They said she's already been taken to the hospital and is in surgery." He frowns, and theres a twist in his lip that Evan is so familiar with. "They... a-all we can do is wait. They told us they'd let us know any updates."

The house is thrown back into such jarring silence after Gregory stops talking that Evan's ears start ringing. Which makes it clear as day when Gregory's breath turns harsh beside him.

Evan tears his eyes away from the floor and ignores the twisting feeling in his chest to look at his friend. He has his face buried in the hand that isnt held by Evan and is shaking in a way where you can tell theyre trying so hard to keep it together. Gregory's angled away from him, but Evan can see the panic on his face even from where he can see.

Evan's breath hitches, and the thickness in his throat begins to turn into burning as he scootches closer to Gregory on the couch and sets a hand on his shoulder. He tugs a bit until Gregory gets the message and let's him wrap his arms around his middle and hold him close.

Gregory makes some sort of horrible, upsetting hitching noise that causes the dam to break for Evan, before he sort of flops against him and brings up his own arms to clutch at his T-Shirt. Gregory's head thumps against his shoulder, and it's one of the only times Evan really becomes aware of the height he has on his friend.

"Its okay..." Evan says into Gregory's shoulder, because it's all he knows to do in the moment. He glances around and sees that Gregory's family has shifted to the dining room, leaving them alone. Evan finally feels the tears slip from his eyes as he presses closer, hugging him like his life depends on it. "Its okay, Gregory. It'll be okay."

"It's--" Gregory says, and Evan can hear how much his voice shakes with barely contained tears. "Its not. I can't-- We can't even go see her. We can't go and wait for her to wake up, or anything... we just have to--" He cuts himself off, and Evan feels Gregory shake harshly against him.

"We just have to sit here." Gregory says, voice thick. "I dont know what to do, Evan. I don't know what to do."

And its only that sentence that causes Evan to grapple at what to do, if his friend can't. And all he can think about is how himself would react if it were Gregory getting hurt.

All he'd be able to do is cry, he realizes. He wouldnt be able to do anything. Just wait and be scared.

But that's what Gregory is getting at, isnt he? He can't do anything. That's the thing. Evan has known Gregory long enough to get him. To know, him. Evan knows that Gregory doesnt sit around and cry like Evan does. He prefers to get up and do something about whatevers wrong.

Hes a problem solver instead of waiting around. A fighter instead of a crier. No wonder hes so bent out of shape about this. To have a loved one in danger, and when you're so used to getting up and making a plan to fix a problem and are forced to sit in standby...

Evan eases them down against the cushion of the couch, not once untangling themselves from eachother. Gregory shakes, but he does not cry. "So what would you do if you could?"

The hair from Gregory's bangs brushes against Gregory's neck as he moves his head. "I'd... I don't know. I'd at least try to get to her." Gregory says, voice unbelievably quiet. "At least get to her. Then figure it out from there. Just so I'm not waiting on phone calls."

Evan nods against him, his chin scrunching up Gregory's hair. His tears have long since stopped falling, but he knows he has dry tracks on his cheeks. "You have a plan."

Gregory makes some sort of noise that would sound like a snort in any other circumstances. "I would if I could." Gregory replies, squeezing his arms a bit tighter. "But I cant" He sighs, shuddering and heavy. "I just have to wait."

Evan hums. "You're worried, and you're stressed." He makes the same noise Gregory just did. "I know how you feel... I really do. Maybe not your exact situation, but... I get what it's like to feel helpless." He says. "You know what I would do?"

Gregory hums this time, questionative. Evan rubs circles into his back. "I'd sit there and wait, and wish for it to different. And when it wouldnt be, I'd cry."

Gregorys head shifts against that crook between Evan's chin and chest, almost like hes trying to look him in the eye but the hug prevents him from being able.

"All I ever did was cry." Evan says when Gregory doesnt respond. "Its the only thing that I could do to cope."

"...So..." Gregory asks, and his voice is thick again. "You mean..."

"You're stressed." Evan answers. "You're stressed and you're worried. So... why dont you let it out?"

Evan, out of anyone, knows how valuable emotions can be. He didnt, once upon a time. When everyone would just tell him how annoying it is. How useless it is. How he's asking for it. How he should have toughened up by now. When instead of comfort, he'd receive ridicule and prodding.

That's changed. Ever since a certain someone entered his life. He doesn't think of his emotions, himself so little anymore. So worthless. So maybe that's why Gregory perks up ever so slightly in understanding.

And that's all it takes.

Gregory's trembling turns into shoulder shaking sobs like the snap of a finger. He cries, open and unadulterated, and Evan just hugs him close and rubs his back, offering reassurances like Gregory has done for him so many times.

His own eyes burn when his best friends sobs are heard so openly and he can feel every shudder of his body. Evan's chin scrunches, and the tears fall right along with Gregory as Evan hugs him close, tucking his face into his hair.

"Im--" Gregory cries. "I-Im just so worried about her."

"I know." Evan responds, his own voice breaking as he pets Gregory's hair. His shirt is damp with tears but he doesnt care. "Itll be okay. It'll all be okay."

They stay like that for a while, and Evan can tell Gregory needs it. He needs it. The worry he felt that morning doesnt ever really leave, and it stays ever-present as Evan watches his friend fall apart. They stay stuck together like magnets, eventually only shoulder to shoulder with linked hands on the loveseat, and none of Gregory's family try to peel them apart when they eventually wander back into the living room.

They stay in a state of constant agonizing limbo all day. At 8:00pm, Freddy calls it a night. Gregory protests immediately, but Aunt Roxy calms him down almost seamlessly and convinces him to go to bed.

Of course, Evan follows him. He cant imagine a world where he doesnt. The air mattress stays deflated in Gregory's closet as it has been most of the time nowadays. All Evan has to do is kick his shoes off since he left home in his pajamas anyway and they're wrapped around eachother, tucked in Gregory's bed under his comforter in the dark.

Gregory is silent all throughout the night, even though Evan knows he's awake. Evan just hopes that... he did the right thing. Something knows is that suppressing how you feel isnt good. It never works. No matter how much you want it to.

Gregory taught him that. He just wants to return the favor. Not because he owes Gregory, no. Gregory has long since hammered it into Evan's thick skull that he has nothing to pay him back for. That his kindness is not a deed to Evan, but rather that Evan himself deserves to be treated kindly.

Gregory does, too. Evan knows this with all his heart. Gregory is his best friend and has done more for him than anyone else ever has.

Evan... all Evan did was change. Change for the better. And hopefully he helped the most important person in his life with the things he learned. The things that person taught him.

He hugs Gregory's middle a little tighter, not daring to break the silence. Gregory needs time, but doesn't want to be alone. Evan understands. He does. He just hopes to convey what he truly feels through the one action.

Thank you. I'm here for you. I'll always be here. You're my best friend. I'm so glad you trust me. I trust you as well. So much.

Gregory himself wraps his arms tighter around Evan in turn, and Evan feels like the single movement lso has a deeper meaning he cant read.

They dont speak. They just lay in silence until eventually they fall asleep, stuck together like two puzzle pieces.

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[0rchidm4ntis]

At least the moon will keep him company in the dead of night

[quietlyblooms]

" i can't think of any characters who inspired my portrayal of chiyo " wrong!! h.ideyoshi n.agachika... dok-mi from flower boy next door... sophie hatter... and i swear there's at least one more! and i have to be honest and say that it's been so long since i've watched 2/3 of these media, so take these as vague inspirations -- like hide's loyalty and devotion to his best friend?? such a chiyo thing, but i don't remember his personality nor story enough to say much on that.

dok-mi's struggle with the people and world around her, being too scared to reach for happiness out of fear that it'll disappear ( " happiness being like a bubble " ), is also such a chiyo thing... that one i'm actually pretty confident about bc her story has been character inspo for actual years of my portrayal despite my terrible memory.

even sophie's negative self perception, too, is such a chiyo thing ( not believing she's beautiful or remarkable, and the curse being essentially an outward reflection of her self esteem ) as well as that acceptance of it. " this is how things are, but it's fine. being an old woman suits me. " yet that doesn't mean she isn't frustrated or hurt! there's a time when she blows up! when she cries and lets it out! and when it comes to saving someone she loves, she'll risk it all. truly sophie might be the strongest chiyo inspiration? and i just never sat down and thoroughly thought about it.

i dunno what to do with this information tbh but i'm thinking about it uvu

[darabeatha]

/ What I love about the avenger class servants is that they will always answer the call of the wretched, those who are sinking in the deepest ends of despair, those that are in pain, those who have faced injustices, those whom the world has mercilessly turned their back to, those that are entirely on their own, who have no one else in this world to cling to for an ounce of light. An avenger class servant is truly a questionable spirit to summon, for they will prioritize that small weak spark of life that has desperately called for help, for anyone, over the whole world, and I think that although it's selfish, it is on the same hand, very human, and that's why I like them all a lot.

[crookshanks23]

Willy was gone, and Lark was still standing, gun at his side, staring transfixed at the place Willy had just occupied. Transfixed at the phone on the ground.

He vaguely heard Normal and his friends talking to the Doodler, but wasn't really processing anything he was hearing. Something about calling it "Dood"? It didn't matter right now - his nephew (son?) said he'd take care of it.

Lark was instead focused on the blue sky he saw on the phone on the ground. The blue sky he hadn't seen in decades. The blue sky no one had seen in decades. Because of him.

Unconsciously, the notion of the sky caused him to look up. And that's when he realized - there was light streaming down into the church. The oozing, swarming tentacled mass of the Doodler no longer coated the walls and ceiling. The light caught the colored glass of the broken stained-glass window, scattering multicolored shadows across the ground in front of him.

And something inside him cracked. All the pain and hurt he had been holding inside himself fractured - just a bit. He'd shoved away his childhood that day in the kitchen. The day the sky went red. But the blue sky was back. And like that stained glass, some small part of that childhood was trying to seep back through the cracks.

This was why he should have been fighting. Not to defeat the Doodler. Not to defeat Willy. But to finally come home in a way that he never had since they drove through a purple portal in the Honda Odyssey. And home was that blue sky.

[bmpmp3]

and another thing thats funny about vocal synth communities and the intentional lack of official "canon" for many of the mascots is how it is essentially a fanbase of people holding out headcanons at eachother. i hand you a cartoon character i think is friends with another. you hand me a cartoon character you think makes out with another. and then we hold hands.

[whywoulditho]

ushisaku headcanons because precisely one (1) person asked for it

I meant to just write headcanons related to their asexuality but i ended up typing out their entire middle school, high school and collage years together instead sorry

— after their canon meetcute at the sports center's bathroom before their tournament in middle school, they both secretly hope that they could play against each other, but their teams are already put on different groups and neither of them make it to the final, so they don't get to play against each other. but they show up to watch each other's games. ushijima's team loses in the quarter-finals, which is an impressive climb for a no-name middle school from Miyagi, and Sakusa totally thinks that Ushijima carried his team, but doesn't comment on it. Sakusa's team loses in the semi-finals. after the game, he showers and gathers his things to meet with his sister in the parking lot, then he sees Ushijima, standing awkwardly outside the locker room. Sakusa stops on his tracks, caught still trying to dry his hair on a towel. he is suddenly hyper aware of how red his face must look from the hot shower, his unruly curls and the three pimples on his face. Ushijima walks up to him. at that point, Sakusa has heard the same empty praise from all his coaches and teammates, "It was still a good match. You did your best. You played well." so he's ready for the disappointment, because he didn't want Ushijima to be fake and boring like the rest of them, but here he is, coming to pat his back after a humiliating loss. except that's not what he does at all.

Ushijima stands right in front of him, looks him in eye and says, "That was an impressive block. I would have loved to try spiking against a blocker like that."

Sakusa can't stop the grin that breaks into his face, "You think you could do it?"

Ushijima smiles, small and geniune, "No." he says. "But I bet I can, next year."

Sakusa decides that Ushijima is his new favorite person.

— they both want to ask for the other's number, but they don't want to be the one asking. so instead they promise to say hi the next time they see each other

— Sakusa asks for Ushijima's number at the summer training camp, when they are both first years in high school. they start texting on occasion, wishing each other good luck when they have a match or a test coming.

— they don't realise their feelings for each other for a LONG time. they spend all of high school thinking they see each other as nothing more than ordinary friends. even though they think about each other almost daily. and text each other good night like a couple of mushy boyfriends.

— on their third year of high school, Motoya finds Sakusa looking up train tickets from Tokyo to Miyagi and asks him about it. to his own surprise, Sakusa gets completely secretive about it, blushes a deep red while trying to close his laptop and telling Motoya to leave him alone. Motoya is immediately convinced that he must have a secret girlfriend. Sakusa wants to correct him, but he finds that it doesn't feel right to deny that accusation. that's when he realises his feelings might run a little deeper than he had anticipated.

— realizing he might be asexual is a surprise to Sakusa. because even though he's known from a young age that sex repulsed him, he always figured it must have been because of his contamination OCD. it was no wonder that someone who didn't even like shaking hands with people would despise being naked in a bed with another human being. it was a given. it just made sense.

in a passing moment between conversation one of his teammates asked him, "What about you Sakusa-san? What's your type?"

"I don't have a type." he said honestly, stretching on the gym floor.

"Come on, there must be something you find attractive. Like, objectively, which one do you prefer, big boobs or small boobs?"

Sakusa pulled a face, "Neither. Ew."

His teammates started laughing then. "Yeah, figures." they said. Then luckily someone else started explaining in detail why one of them was the superior option, and they stopped paying attention to Sakusa.

it made sense, that Sakusa wouldn't find physical intimacy appealing. because he was sick. he was obsessive and had to be on meds since he was 12. he barely made friends. his primary social interaction at school was with his cousin. so people didn't have a hard time believing he wasn't the type of kid that hides certain magazines under his bed or clears his search history every other day. what they didn't know, however, is that Sakusa wasn't afraid of people, he was afraid of germs. he didn't mind hugging his sister when she was fresh out of a shower with a clean pair of pajamas on. he didn't mind touching Motoya's hands since be started using that hand sanitizer. he wouldn't, hypotethically, hate to touch another person while being naked if he was sure they weren't contaminated with germs. he shouldn't mind—

except he does. and for a long while, it only makes him feel more broken.

— after graduation, he announces his decision to go to collage instead of trying out for professional teams. his teammates have known that he'd been studying hard as well as practicing volleyball everyday, but they didn't think he would actually choose collage over volleyball. his coach is pissed at his parents, Motoya tells him to pull himself together and follow his dreams, his teammates all look at him like he's throwing away his future just to make his parents happy. and that might be true to som extent, in the sense that his parents will be pleased that he's going to collage, but it's not just for them. and he's certainly not giving up on his life long dream. his parents think they've won some kind of fight. Motoya thinks he's being a pushover, his coach thinks he's never been serious about volleyball. and he gets sick of it, books a train ticket to Miyagi without really thinking and texts Ushijima to come meet him if he can. he can't think of anyone else whose opinion would matter. he doesn't know why Ushijima's matters. but they sit on the swings at a park near the station and Sakusa tells him everything. he searches for some kind of clue on his face, a fraction of disappointment. they'd been talking about their dreams of playing together professionally since middle school, for fuck's sake. if there's anyone who has the right to be upset it should be him.

"I had always figured you would go to collage, Sakusa-kun." Ushijima tells him, "You've always loved Biology. Why would you have to give that up?"

Sakusa looks at him sceptically, "This isn't you telling me I wouldn't have made it as a pro spiker, is it?"

Ushijima frowns, "Of course you will."

Not would have. Not an alternate version of him, not just a possibility, an actual point in their future that Ushijima can see.

Because he had figured, apparently, that Sakusa would go to collage. Didn't even ask him, didn't even try to confirm his theory. Because it wouldn't have mattered anyway. He doesn't ask him if he still wants to become a pro volleyball player, either. He knows.

I'll be waiting, Sakusa reads on his face.

— Sakusa visits Ushijima in Osaka a few times, Ushijima comes to visit him in Tokyo as well. He sends him tickets to all of his games in Tokyo. Sakusa doesn't go to any of them, but he meets up with Ushijima after to catch up. Ushijima doesn't ask why he never watches the games. he doesn't bring them up during their Defineitely Not Dates unless Sakusa does first. Ushijima, on the other hand, tries to go to all of Sakusa's collage league matches whenever he can. Sakusa tells him he doesn't have to, even jokes about how he never goes to Ushijima's anyways. he shrugs and says, "It's not the same thing." because for Ushijima, seeing a collage level volleyball match is not peeking into the life he wanted more than anything but couldn't have yet. they both understand this, even though they don't say it out loud.

— at 20 years old, Sakusa decides that he's mentally stable enough to handle attending a collage party. Motoya has been asking him for months, and since the house owner is aparently Ushijima's friend from high school, he will be there as well. and if Sakusa just wanted to do something other than sightseeing and coffee (not) dates with Ushijima for a change, sue him. he hasn't seen him in months because of the V League season, he's finally on break and Sakusa just... missed him.

he doesn't know why it's taking him so long to come up with an outfit. it's not like he really cares about how people from his school percieve him. he would have made an effort in his outfits when they're actually sober to see them, if that were the case. and yet he spends about 20 minutes changing from one sweater to the other and another 20 minutes in front of his bathroom mirror trying to tame his curls. he fiddles with the black ring on his middle finger while looking at himself once more in the mirror. and then heads out the door.

the party isn't terrible. Tendou turns out to be a great host, and also have good music taste, which Sakusa is infinitely grateful for. he spots Ushijima fifteen minutes after arriving, but doesn't approach him just yet. he seems to be having fun with his former teammates from high school, and Sakusa doesn't want to cut it short. half an hour of cheap pizza and loud conversations later he finds himself in Tendou's parents' backyard. he sits down on the steps of the porch and drinks his drink absentmindedly. Ushijima plumps down next to him.

"I've been looking for you." he says, just a tad higher pitched than his usual monotone voice.

"Hi." Sakusa says, he raises his bottle to clink Ushijima's own. when he brings his bottle closer, something similar catches Sakusa's eye. Ushijima is wearing the same ring as him.

A single black stripe wrapped around his middle finger.

He cannot possibly know what that means. It's not even that well known of a thing. It never really got popular enough for it to be actually recognizable in public. he must be just wearing it for fashion.

except Sakusa has never seen Ushijima wear accessories. So what if... What if...

"I've... never seen you wear a ring before." Sakusa says carefully.

Ushijima seems to be lost in thought, he blinks, "What? Oh." he says, looking at his finger, "Yes, I don't usually like accessories."

Sakusa looks at him, something like hope trying to bloom in his heart.

"This one, however, um... My teammates told me that it has a meaning. And I find it... Fitting." he adds.

"Fitting." Sakusa repeats.

"To my situation, that is. Or rather, who I am as a person."

Sakusa can hear his heart skip a beat. "Really?"

"Yes." Ushijima says, uncharacteristically shy.

Sakusa lets his heart soar. he smiles, probably too big. he brings his hand to show Ushijima, and then grabs his hand in his. their rings catching in the dim light coming from the porch.

"Me too." Sakusa says, and for the first time, he feels like they need to say it to really be on the same page this time. so he does, "I'm asexual."

Ushijima turns to him so slowly, his eyes wide. Sakusa can recognize the look in them, the utter shock and the relief. the sudden wave of validation. belonging. understaning.

"Really?" he asks.

"Yeah." and he puts his head on Ushijima's shoulder. because he's the one person in the whole world who can truly understand him. and it feels unreal that he was lucky enough to have that kind of person.

they talk about it for the next hour, and Ushijima doesn't pull his hand away until Tendou comes outside to pull them back into the house for a game of pong.

— Sakusa gains a little weight in his last year at collage. he drops the volleyball team to focus on internships and his finishing project. he doesn't lose his form completely, it's not even close to that, actually, his belly is just a bit rounder than he's used to. he freaks out about it. because what if he loses shape so bad he doesn't make it into a pro team? THE pro team he so desperately wants to be in?

Ushijima drops by right before his finals week, and they sit lazily on Sakusa's bed in his dorm room, listening to slow music while Ushijima quizes Sakusa on his reading material. they have somehow grown... closer, over the past few years that they're been visiting each other in their living quarters. Sakusa not only tolerates Ushijima's touch, he seeks for it. he loves it so much he's scared of it. scared of Ushijima finding out just how much it fills Sakusa's heart with warmth and joy everytime he drops his head on Sakusa's shoulder or lays down next to him on the bed while just listening to music together. one time he actually fell asleep, because for some reason, sharing his space with Ushijima is not only okay, it's really safe and cozy.

Sakusa is laying on his bed trying to recall the names of the antibiotic resistence mechanisms, his head supported by the volleyball shaped pillow that Motoya got him for his birthday, his long legs dangling from the side of the bed. Ushijima closes the book after ten minutes of Q&A, "You've got them all correct," he says, "You're gonna do great tomorrow." and then just drops his head on Sakusa's belly.

Sakusa's eyes go wide in horror. his brain goes a million thoughts per second. "shit. he's totally going to think I've let myself go now. Ushijima is so proper about his daily workouts. he's going to think I'm undisciplined and lazy and undeserving of ever going pro—

meanwhile Ushijima is also freaking out because holy shit. that's the cutest thing he's ever seen. it's so soft. he wants to bury his face in his friend's belly. is that weird? why is this so intimate? what is happening? is he blushing?? oh no. how is he going to sit back up and face Sakusa now? is Sakusa tensing up? is he uncomfortable? Ushijima doesn't want to pull his head back from the soft warmth of his belly. it's so nice. it's the cutest thing ever. he wants to die right here. he should get up. why can't he get up?? what is wrong with him???

after an awkward half an hour and a goodbye, he leaves and instead of catching the next train back to Osaka, he goes straight to Tendou's apartment. he has just had a major realization and he needs his best friend to Hear Him Out. (Tendou finds it hilarious that he managed to be a giant idiot about his feelings for years only to catch up because he thought his crush's belly was cute. They eat homemade chocolate ice-cream about it.)

— months later, Sakusa shows up at Ushijima's door unannounced. they had spent the summer practicing, Sakusa got back in shape and watched so much volleyball that all he could see when he closed his eyes to sleep was the popping blue court and various spiking poisitions. he finally heard back from the teams he tried out for. the one that he's been a little more anxious to hear from, was obviously his team. no matter how much Ushijima had assured him that he was more than qualified for their team, that he was probably going to make it to one of the bigger ones he applied for. Sakusa knew deep down that they were both most looking forward to Ushijima's team's email.

Ushijima opens the door, a happy look of surprise immediately takes over his face, "You should have told me you were coming, I could have picked you up from the train station." he says. so easy, so normal for them. and Sakusa can only grin from one ear to another knowing what he knows.

"I got in." he says, he doesn't even have to clarify. they both know what he's talking about. "I got the email this morning. They want me to start next monday."

Ushijima drops the rag in his hand, which Sakusa knows must have been a clean one because he wouldn't reach for a hug otherwise, "That's amazing!" Ushijima exclaims as he wraps both his arms around Sakusa. he doesn't put his head over his shoulder, instead keeps their faces in front of each other. and suddenly he's close, so close in fact there is no mistaking it for something platonic. Sakusa hears him gulp, sees his eyes go to his lips.

Ushijima looks like he's not even sure how he got there. "Sakusa-kun, can I..."

Sakusa nods dumbly.

then Ushijima presses his lips against his. soft, but persistent. it barely lasts a beat before he pulls back. he looks at Sakusa like he's trying to decipher something, which is funny. because Sakusa has long since stopped wondering how they always seem to be on the same page about everything. he smiles at him. then he throws his arms around Ushijima's neck and pulls him into another kiss.

there's barely any fanfiction and no one really understands them the way i do but GOD i love ushiwaka/sakusa so much. i don't usually have rarepairs but they're just so good. and i mean this in a way that's far away from the fanon ushijima that is a basically a sex god and the fanon sakusa that is sexually repressed on a spiritual level. i mean it in a two buffy guys existing in each other's presence, feeling content and peaceful kind of way. in my mind their relationship is so healthy and they're so good for each other. i mean i love an opposites-attract type of relationship just as much as the next person but there's also something so precious in the way two people would just enjoy the same things and find comfort in each other's company. they would get up early even on the weekends off season. sakusa would prepare green juice while ushijima struggles to make eggs the way sakusa likes them. they would have a coffee machine they try new coffee recipes with. they would have a dog that sleeps with them on their bed. they would go on a walk towards evenings to go watch the sunset on the beach. sakusa would teach ushijima how to skip stones on water and ushijima would just be terrible at it. they would like old movies and ushijima would bake and sakusa would wash their dog in their backyard. they would have a vinyl collection and hang their favorite records on the walls of their living room. they would read together and watch volleyball games and give critics and it would all be so silent and so peaceful it actually makes me emotional

[yearszero]

DISCLAIMER : the following headcanon may have vampyritic untones but i want it made clear that kenzie is not a vampire in any shape or form.

well mackenzie is immortal and does not need to eat/drink to survive, he does need to "feed" to keep himself "sane." the nature of kenzie's job involves fetching souls from earth and dragging them to hell on lucifers behalf under false pretenses. when a soul enters hell, be on lucifers terms or the souls natural demise, it is put through a series of excruciating punishments and torture based on the kind of life they lived. this all seems standard for a depiction of hell. however, in my lore there is another layer added to this fact. souls are not tortured for all of eternity, they are tortured until the devil needs to feed. there is a process in how this works but essentially once a soul has reached a certain point, they either become a mindless demon among lucifer's ranks or his next meal.

in order to explain what the feeding entails, i need to explain the constraints of how hell as a place effects you there psychologically. how it works is the longer you are there the more of your "humanity" slips away and you eventually forget who you were in your prior life. these were conditions set forth by god when he banished his most trusted angel to the fiery brimstone. in order to retain his sanity lucifer would need to feed on the human essence of the fallen souls. this process evolves a ritual and making an elixir from the decaying soul. consuming their essence would erase the soul from existence and they would disappear rather than becoming a monstrous demon.

there is not a particular draw for who succumbs to madness and becomes a servant, over who is snuffed out forever. the process is randomized, though occasionally the devil choses to keep certain souls as his demons.

now in terms of mackenzie, he has to follow the same ritual that lucifer does. however he only gets what his master allows. knowing his servants status as gods chosen, his powers are much more powerful making the decay process slower. nonetheless, it is still very much traumatic for him as he suffers many a moons before getting his essence potion.

circling back to his occupation, sometimes the souls mackenzie drags back with him are innocents; specifically requested by lucifer for mackenzie to kill and make essence from. this is but another torture tactic for the devil to remind him of his place.

so to sum it up, innocents are often used to make the elixir that keeps the half angel and half human sane.

[eclips-moon]

The Batboys being clingy headcanon:

Including Duke and Bruce <3

Hope you guys like it!

Tim Drake Tim’s clinginess is low-key, but it’s also constant. He’s the type to text you “What’s up? I miss you <3” while you’re just sitting 5 feet away from him. If you so much as stand up to go get a snack, he’s immediately there, like, “Where are you going? Don’t leave me.” He’ll lean against you, his hand finding yours without him even realizing it. When you're watching TV or reading, he’s definitely leaning into your side, trying to get as close as possible without being too obvious. But if you move to shift positions? Nope, he’s following you. He’ll slip his arm around your waist, all like, “Don’t think I didn’t notice that.” He’s not a big PDA guy, but when it’s just the two of you? Prepare for cuddles, hand-holding, and small, random kisses. He’s gotta be touching you constantly.

Jason Todd Jason is obsessive, no doubt. He’s that partner who’ll try to act like he’s tough and independent, but the moment you show him any kind of affection, he’s all over you. Like, you can’t just hug him. No. He’ll climb into your lap and basically trap you there, rubbing his face into your neck like a cat. He’s gonna constantly ask for kisses, too, but not just little pecks—he wants full-on, deep kisses where he can pull you close and remind you that you’re his. If you’re doing something, like, working or even hanging out with friends, he’ll try to drag you away, be like, “Hey, come hang out with me, stop ignoring me for two seconds.” He’s possessive, but in the cutest way, constantly needing your attention. If you even talk to another person for too long, he’ll give them side-eye and pull you back to him like, “You good? You’re not gonna leave me for some random guy, are you?” He’s also the type to cling to you in bed, hogging the covers and curling up like a human koala.

Dick Grayson Dick’s clingy energy is pure gold. He’s the most affectionate of the bunch and doesn’t shy away from public displays of love. He loves hugging you from behind, nuzzling into your neck, and just randomly planting kisses all over your face. He’ll text you “miss you <3” every few hours when you’re apart, and when you’re together? It’s all about touch. He’s sitting on your lap, or leaning on your shoulder, or pulling you into his chest just because he needs to be close to you. If you’re watching a movie, he’s definitely going to have his head in your lap, just to be as close to you as humanly possible. He gets giddy when he gets attention from you, too. You could be playing with his hair, and he’ll melt. He’ll whine like, “I’m not clingy, you’re clingy. But also, I love it. So don’t stop.” Honestly, Dick doesn’t care if he’s acting like a bit of a puppy—he’s obsessed with you, and he makes sure you know it.

Damian Wayne Damian’s clingy moments are hilariously dramatic. He might start out cold, acting like he doesn’t need anyone, but as soon as you show him any affection? He’s all in. He’ll randomly grab your hand and hold it like it’s the most important thing in the world. If you try to walk away from him for whatever reason, he’ll growl and pull you back in, like, “Where are you going? You’re staying right here.” He has this whole vibe of “I don’t need anyone else, just you”, so if you’re talking to someone else or looking away from him for too long, he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and be like, “I don’t think you should be talking to them. They might steal you away from me.” In bed? He’s a hug monster, wrapping his arms around you like he’s never letting you go. He’s all about the intimacy, though—when it’s just the two of you, he’ll be soft and surprisingly vulnerable, making sure you know that he needs you more than he lets on.

Duke Thomas Duke is lowkey super clingy, but in the way that’s goofy and endearing. He loves to follow you around, like, just wherever you go, he’s tagging along. You’re going to the kitchen? He’s there. To grab something from the laundry room? He’s there. If you sit down, he’s sitting on the floor next to you, asking if you want to “cuddle and watch dumb shows together.” He’s always finding excuses to touch you—like, his hand will just casually rest on your knee or he’ll come up behind you and play with your hair. And if you don’t give him attention? He’ll pout, even if he’s trying to play it off, like, “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss? C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.” He’s the type who’ll give you a silly smile, lean in for a kiss, and then pull you into a full-on hug like, “Don’t go. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s all about the hugs, especially after a long day. You’ll be just chilling, and suddenly he’s like, “Hug time, right? Let me get one.”

Bruce Wayne Now, Bruce is not the type to openly admit he’s clingy. He’s still the stoic, brooding billionaire who’s been through a lot, but when it’s just the two of you? He’s softer than anyone expects. He’ll always make sure you’re physically close—his hand on your lower back, your legs touching when you sit next to him, and if he’s standing near you, his hand will casually rest on your arm. When you’re working late or doing something serious, Bruce will occasionally pull you away for a few minutes just to kiss you or hold you close. He’s not great at asking for attention, but when he’s feeling clingy, he’ll show you through little gestures. You’ll find him just sitting beside you in silence, just content to be in your presence. He’s a man of few words, but when he’s clingy, it’s all about the touch—the way he holds your hand, how he presses his shoulder to yours, and how he’ll insist on driving you home or waiting up for you, just to make sure you’re safe.

[spxllcxstxr]

Being in an Established Relationship with Jayce and Viktor • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: I am desperate for more Jayce x Viktor x Reader content! Would I be able to request headcanons for what an established relationship with them would be like?? 🥺 -- @spatialwave

Warnings: gn!reader, first time writing arcane and jayvik so I hope it's all good!!

A.N: Andy (@spatialwave) has inspired me so much so PLEASE go read their beautiful writing! You need to understand I got this request LAST NIGHT, I just had to bang it out I was writing like a FIEND. I loved writing this so much, I hope to write more in the future!! Hope you enjoy!

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Being in a relationship with Jayce and Viktor is like being a part of an old married couple that simultaneously bickers all the time and is just falling in love all over again every day

Jayce is like a ray of sunshine on a summer afternoon

He's clingy--but not overwhelmingly so. Jayce just has to have some sort of body part on either of you at all times (except in the lab unless he's feeling especially in love that day)

He loves putting his arms around your waist, chest pressed up against your back and lips ghosting over your neck. Jayce is a bit more subtle with Viktor, since your other partner prefers smaller touches, so their fingers are always tangled together. Some days Jayce will even sneak his hand into Vik's back pocket, making the slimmer boy light up red from the neck up

Jayce is also the type of boyfriend that will always have you two on his mind. He picks a flower from someone's garden to give it to you because "the vibrancy of its color reminded me of your eyes," or buys a little knick knack for Viktor because "I thought you would find it hilariously stupid" (Viktor will put it on his already cluttered desk at the lab because Jayce was right, it is stupidly funny)

Jayce will always get an A for effort because even if he can't remember how you like your coffee or tea, it's the thought that counts

Has bigass puppy dog eyes and he fucking knows how to use them against you two

All he has to do is look between you and Vik with those golden eyes are you're both putty in his hands

Speaking of being putty in hands, Jayce is the cuddler of the relationship

Which is good because he is also the space heater of the relationship too

Will basically have Viktor curled up on one side and you on the other. His face will be buried in Viktor's hair, placing sleepy kissed on his scalp. His fingers will rub circles on the small of your back. Jayce is the best pillow and blanket in all of Piltover AND Zaun

Viktor, on the other hand, is like the moon at midnight

He loves the both of you in a slightly different way than Jayce

While Jayce is more touchy and exuberant with his love, Vik is certainly more subtle, though that doesn't mean he loves you two any less

He is actually exceptionally smitten with you and Jayce. It's like his walls come crashing down whenever you two are with him. He could come back from having a disagreement about a project with Heimer, with his jaw clenched and brows furrowed, and then he'll spot you and Jayce in your shared apartment and it all melts away

Viktor isn't carrying the world on his shoulders with his partners around him. He knows that you guys will lift the hefty weight from his shoulders

While Viktor isn't as touchy ad you or Jayce, he shows his presence in other ways.

Viktor will always have at least one eye on you at all times. It's not that he doesn't trust you two (on the contrary, you two are the only people he trusts with his life), he just needs to know his lovers are ok

Jayce could be tinkering with something in the lab and 50% of Viktor's attention will be on him. Making sure he doesn't shock himself or mix the wrong chemicals together. And if that does ever happen, Viktor drops everything to help him. He masks his worry with wit, but the mask is transparent for you and Jayce

Viktor is also the one with the extreme attention to detail. Your coffee or tea is always right and always the right temperature in the morning. A scarf is always hanging on the coat rack near the front door on chilly days for you. Puts a bookmark in the book you're reading when you unexpectedly fall asleep reading on the couch

He is so big on being a gentleman. Will open doors for you two, pull out seats during a nice dinner. Also is the type to lift up your hand so he can kiss your knuckles (he knows this drives you wild and he struggles to hide a smirk at your heated face)

The three of you are witty and biting and funny in your own ways, quips are basically thrown around every hour of the day. The day isn't complete without someone rolling their eyes. Teasing knows no bounds--the apartment, the lab, a fancy dinner, in front of councilmen and women--doesn't matter

Every day you feel lucky to have these two as your partners, you really hit the jackpot with them. They're caring and attentive and loving in ways no one else is

And they feel the exact same way

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[quietlyblooms]

i'm writing a lil reply, and i'm so amused bc i think one of chiyo's favorite places really is the convenience store near her apartment. she's there not just when she has writer's block but when she's treating herself for getting tough chapters finished. she's there when she can't sleep. she's there when she just needs to get out of her apartment. i think she considers it one of her safe places? bc she typically goes really early or really late, and at those times, the world is much quieter, and it feels a little bit like she's alone in a comforting way.

it's also just the fact that it's a familiar spot with familiar faces. it sets her heart at ease to set foot in that convenience store, as silly as it might sound.

[quantum1mmortality]

omg uhhhh…

curly giving/receiving head headcanons??…

it’s so generic but I’m on the floor sobbing I’m desperate for more of this man, you’re an incredible writer and I love what you’ve written abt curly so far!!

I want to give this man the most world shattering head he's ever had in his whole life, like soiled sheets and fucking mind boggling orgasms. RIGHT NOW

Tw/cw; Afab!reader, cunnilingus AND filatio!!!! that's all I think

Not proofread

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Receiving

He whimpers.

No but like seriously, he does whimper. He'd be so caught up in the feeling that just slips out, along with him saying your name ofc 🤭

He'd be more of a sheet gripper than a hair gripper. Like I said in my marriage hcs, Curly tries his best to not be rough with you; and in his eyes, gripping onto your hair is being rough.

He mainly thinks that way because he's under the assumption that it hurts you, which he wants no part of. So, he sticks to what he thinks is best for you.

But sometimes he just can't help himself, the pleasure he's feeling overrules his own morals, and he breaks.

So every once in a while, he'll grab a hold of your hair and just.. push you down a little further and hold you there. It isn't his fault, he doesn't mean to! But he feels awful about it in the moment

Once he's finished, he's an incoherent mess. He's so fucked out he can't even form words properly, but after a few minutes he can say "thank you". Why does he thank you? He thinks it's nice; a gentlemanly thing to do.

He'll eventually apologize, just give him a few more minutes to compose himself.

Giving

Curly would be the type of man to constantly want you sitting on his face. And I mean CONSTANTLY.

He'd definitely use it as foreplay all the time. Even if you don't need it, he'll still insist. He probably gets more pleasure from it than you do.

Even though he doesn't want to hurt you, that rule for him doesn't apply when he's eating you out. His hands leave actual MARKS from how hard he's pulling your thighs down while trying to keep you still.

Do you guys remember what doja cat said about big noses? Curly would DEFINITELY position your waist in a way that your clit is resting on his nose. And then he'd use his grip on your thighs to rock you back and forth, as if you're riding it

As you can imagine it doesn't take long to cum after he starts doing that, and he's not letting a single drop go to waste. It's his favorite snack actually, he likes working for what he deserves 🤭

More often than not he'd ask to do it again, but it takes so much energy out of you that you physically can't sit up. It's like he's sucking the life out of you, both literally and metaphorically.

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A/n: Got me holding my breath I've been dreaming of this all night, thinking all the time about you hope that's alright