#╚»★ Ask Answered

[mermaus]

@tunichtgxt asked:

"I really didn't know if you'd like the dress, but it suits you." Sylvain had never chosen a dress for his date but his father demanded it, seeing her did invite a lady to a dance, to a rather pampous party. now he wouldn't rejoice seeing who he invited, but Sylvain wasn't going to let this family tradition for a dumb crest and mating for special powers go on. It was useless. peace was closer than ever... or so he'd like to believe.

╚»★ If she had to be entirely honest, Iris wasn't used to wearing something she didn't make herself, but for the sake of formalities, she was willing to indulge and wear something else. However, she hadn't really expected Sylvain to pick out such an extravagant dress or her, to a degree that she felt unworthy of it for a moment..

But, given that this was a fancy noble party, she could at least understand why it was so flashy.

"It's a bit stuffy.. but it's really beautiful! I'm not the best judge at this, but if you say it looks okay I'm willing to trust your judgement."

[bokutosbabe]

I have no idea if this is where asks are sent but I am CRAVING some Oikawa or Ushijima figs rn 😍 OR EVEN DAICHI IM DESPERATE ID EAT UP ANYTHING YOU WRITE I BEG

AHAHA YOU FOUND THE PERFECT PLACE TO COME i love literally ALL of these characters but i chose to do ushijima since i’ve been wanting to write for him😻 i can always do the others if you want!!

Greatest in the League

a/n — i def put my own spin on this so i’m so sorry if it’s not exactly what you imagined😭🫶🏼 also made reader gn since a gender wasn’t specified . ALSO YES I MADE USHIJIMA OBLIVIOUS HE LITERALLY THOUGHT HINATA WAS GRIPPING ONTO BRAZIL BC HE WAS ON THE “OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD”

content — ushijima x gn! reader, ushijima and reader are married , fluff, set in time skip (at the olympics actually), secret relationship, honestly not much to talk abt, i think that’s it- lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — Ushijima Wakatoshi, wing spiker and outside hitter for the Olympic men’s volleyball team, has a secret. Something only two people in the entire world know of, including him.

✿.｡.“ where’s the trophy? ”.｡.✿

one point.

one point was all that separated Japans men’s volleyball team from the champion title. a singular point that rested on Japans side of the net. Ushijima watched as the other team served

one. komori’s perfect receive- no one expected any less

two. atsumu’s terrifyingly beautiful set, every spiker they had running for the ball.

three. straight to ushijima wakatoshi.

the ball smacked against his palm, and boom. The other team had no time to even react as the wing spiker all but slammed the ball onto the other side of the court.

23-25

“AND JAPAN TAKES IT ALL!!” the announcers could be heard from the booth they were seated in. While the other team had shuffled off the court, the japan’s team was celebrating- many arms thrown around Ushijima, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

where were you?

The paparazzi had flooded the court, taking pictures of all the players while the giant trophy of the world’s best team was brought out, and yet ushijima needed to see you first.

“good job wakatoshi!” the males ears caught the three words, turning around as he heard your voice- spotting you standing at the railing that separated the many onlookers from the court.

“hey ushiwaka we need to take a pic with the trophy- hey where are you going?” he heard hoshiumi’s voice loud and clear, but his focus was on a familiar face in the crowd—yours. Without a second thought, he pushed through the throng of reporters and fans, his powerful strides carrying him swiftly toward you.

if there was one thing you hadn’t expected from ushijima after all the years of being together, it was this. you watched in awe as he came running over, the determined look on his face softening the moment he reached you. He didn’t say a word, simply enveloping you in a tight hug, causing many eyes and cameras to be turned towards the both of you.

After getting married two years ago the two of you had decided to keep your life out of the public eye, i mean- ushijima wouldn’t want his beautiful partner to get bombarded with all the questions that were sure to come their way, but as of right now he couldn’t care less.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, much rather showing his feelings through actions, so that he did. the star player leaned down before pressing a kiss to your lips, the camera flashes going off in the split second the two of your lips were connected.

“what’s with the photos?” he asked you as his hands rested on your waist.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of words, so when he had a post game interview with many bombarding questions about the person he had kissed, he’d decided actions would speak louder than words.

let’s just say, twitter and all news articles were buzzing about the outside hitters showing his left ring finger being adorned with a silver wedding band during the interviews.

✿.｡.“ he just comes running over to me ”.｡.✿

it’s super short and i actually hate it. i’m so sorry it took this long😭

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[rqpawz]

Pspspsps cld you coin 'PseudoMAP' ? Wherein some1 feels as tho they're a 🗺️ due 2 intrusive thoughts n / or trauma ? Thanks in advance. :]

𝜗 pseudomap coining request : complete ! ︵

꒰ᐢ. .��꒱ : pseusomap - an identity where someone identifies as a map , or feels as if they are or supposed to be a map , due to trauma !

｡ᴗ ᴗ ) : coined before ? consider this a recoin or an alt flag !

[cxncrie-a]

@hellshoard asked: The doe wasn't new to Heaven. She knew the ins and out of it. She knew who everyone was. So when she ran into Adam, of all angels, she's quick on her feet to back away. Pink fluffy wings fluttered for a moment, tucking against her for tightly, "Quite sorry, good fellow! Seems that my head was up in the clouds today."

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting.

" Fuck bitch what the fuck. "

   It unfortunately caught him off guard to the point his grip on his cup loosened enough for him to drop it. Well, so much for finishing that drink, and now he's going to have to go get another one. Feathers fluffing up briefly in anger, he mumbles something under his breath before turning to look at Allurina. 

" No shit bitch, you just made me drop my drink. " Classy. " Fuck's your problem anyway, tits? You always got your head up in the clouds that you can't pay attention to where the fuck you're going or some shit? "

[starsinthenigth]

Hey there! I think you're still doing requests! (i hope you are-) Could you do a oneshot with Leo and an overachiever reader? a reader that would go above and beyond for their grades and won multiple competitions, known for their smarts that often burns themselves out and pull all-nighters and all that jazz?

Take your time, eat, drink, etc! -MysticMidnight

|★| A/N: Hiya hey, uuuh- just to let you know, this is a bit of a slow burn and it's also quite long. The reader is gender natural, by the way. I feel like this could use part two so yeaaah.. we see If I make it. I hope you enjoy. By the way, this is my first ever one shot, so I hope you enjoy <3

|��| TW: mentions of burnout, mentions of (reader) pulling all nighters

|★| Other warnings: long oneshot ahead, Leo may be occ.

|☆| Tropes: romantic, angst-y

|★| Request: Leo with an overachiever reader

Another message notification pops up onto their phone, which is followed by the short, familiar, high pitched ringing that reminds them that someone just texted them. It's the seventh time today, well, the seventh time in half an hour to be exact, almost as if the messenger is eager for them to reply, however, their attention remains on the note book that's placed on their desk. (Reader's) gaze is locked on the page, the half of the sheet is filled and scribbled with multiple assignments and notes that they finished, looking at the freshly written letters and numbers on the worn piece of paper with a proud, yet tired look on their face. Their hand lets loose off of the pen, setting it aside for a moment to take a small breather before they move on to the next piece of homework that they have. Although the assignments felt never ending, that didn't stop (Reader) from getting them done and even if they didn't have anything to do in terms of homework, they would make up an assignment of their own, all for the sake of learning and learning, in order to achieve more in life.

Sometimes, they would set aside stuff like hang outs, friends, and most importantly their own health- as well rest and taking breaks, even if they are short ones. The most of a hangout they would do is if they study, or go to a competition with someone, in order for their friends to see them thrive at their victory. And the most of a break that they would allow themselves to take was to just take a deep breath, to mentally prepare themselves for the next thing. And at the moment, it felt like the time to catch that break.

With their chest slowly rising upwards, their breathing is soon tagged along with a yawn that's about to spill from their mouth, a yawn which they try to repress by locking their lips shut- before sliding their hand up to their face in order to keep it from coming out. They feel the muscles in their sore collarbones stretch as their shoulders rise, their head sliding upwards a bit, their gaze shifting from the notebook to the ceiling in a matter of seconds. That proud little smile that played on their lips just a moment ago vanishes off of their face.

They can't deny that they feel a little dozed off at the moment, although, they have more work to do, and they shall get it done.

They force their body to relax once more, feeling a little limp from the lack of movement. They've been sitting down at their desk for a couple of hours now, refraining themselves from getting up until they've finished everything they have and want to get done.

Shaking off their dizziness, replacing it with determination to finish more assignments, they hang their head down low to stare at the notebook, blinking a little in order to get rid of their hazy vision. The letters and sentences on the page become a little distorted at first glance, however- (Reader), has already memorized what they wrote down, along with what they needed to do. Their fingers stretch forward onto their desk, reaching for their pen- their hand feeling a little limp as they do so. Their eyebrows narrow a little at this, their fading gaze locking onto their hand, glaring at it for a brief second.

It's almost as if they are mentally scolding themselves that it's silly of them to stop working, just because of a little fatigue.. Well, fatigue that's slowly taking over their body that is.

Despite that, (Reader) pushes the tired feeling away, attempting to battle it with a want for pride, knowledge and satisfaction, therefore pushing themselves further as well, to finish their homework. Normally, whenever they are in need of motivation, they would lock their eyes at the multiple medals and trophies from both past, and recent competitions, prizes and rewards sit proudly on their shelf above the TV set in their room, but at the moment, they feel as if they can't bring themselves to strife their attention away. As their hand begins to pull the pen towards them, shifting in their fingers in order to get a good grip on it, the faint- and this time, somewhat distorted sound of the message notification that emits from their phone, passes through their ears once more, followed by screen flashing automatically. The bright glow of their phone is one of the few things at the moment that successfully captures their attention, although their brain- is telling them to not allow themselves to look or do anything that could wipe away their focus. Nonetheless, they snap their head at the glowing device, the light that contrasts through the dim room sends a small stab of pain towards their head, making them shut their eyes closed for a couple of moments, their eyelids feeling as if they are glued.

They slowly open their eyes, trying to adjust their vision to the environment around them Secretly and silently, they prayed that their eyes would remain closed- however, that prayer was short lived, as it was eliminated by yet another fast, strict scold of their brain, therefore opening their eyes so that they can at least get a glimpse of who is messaging them at this hour.

And once they do so, their eyes are met, or more likely re-introduced, to the vibrating, and bright device, along with the name of the eager messenger.

'That Dorky Jupiter Jim Loving Slider'

Their fatigued mind does a little equation in order to remember who..

oh... Leo.

(Reader's) eyes widen a little at the realisation. The person who was messaging them was their partner. He was messaging them for at least half an hour and they didn't even spare a glimpse at his messages. They felt a small pang of guilt hit their mind, almost like waves to the shore. It drowns away their determination, though, it's just for a moment. Their hand shivers a little as it abandons the pen, their fingers being a little stained with the blue ink that was meant to help them complete their assignments and it's now instead, inching closer to their phone to unlock the screen, and enter the messaging app. Squinting their eyes at the white screen, trying to make out the texts of their partner with a fuzzy vision, they sense another yawn coming their way. Their hands twitch a little, lips sewing themselves shut in an attempt to contain their energy.

If managing to stay awake after pulling four all nighters in one week was a competition, they would unfortunately lose, despite the many wins that they've had so far.

And it's a competition that they, like many others, have to win. But the few things that could help them win are their stubborn mindset, the glow of their phone and the muffled knocking coming from behind their window.

Wait, knocking from the window..? Their head spins at the direction of the noise. It falters for a second, going quite for a short period of time. Soon enough, that sound was substituted by their phone vibrating in their hand. That little notion was followed by the sudden sound of chirping sounds, that came from the same device. (Reader) didn't even have to look to understand who was calling them, they recognised the caller by the sound of the off the ringtone. A sound that they understand when their mutant partner is calling them, the sound of red eared slider turtle chirping.

Despite knowing who it was, the sound surprised them and jolted them awake, for a short period of time that is. With a heavy heart, and a hitched sigh, they leave behind their wants for knowledge, just for a couple of moments to go and either greet him, or to try and explain to him to leave alone them with their homework, their body shivers a little from exhaustion as they pull themselves away from the chair, their feet struggling to stabilize them.

They felt a small groan rip from their hoarse throat, which reminds them that they have to drink water, although- they brush off that thought. With their hand squeezing the vibrating device and their body practically slumping, (Reader) forces themselves to straighten their posture as they walk, or more likely stomp closer to the window. As they slumped closer to it, the shadowy- although recognisable silhouette of the blue cladded terrapin waiting at their window fills their vision, a sight that would usually surprise them in a positive manner, however at the moment- they saw it as a distraction. But they couldn't bring themselves to protest against it, not at the moment at least.

After reaching the window of their room, they raise their arm upwards to knock back to him, the cool and smooth surface of the thick glass making contact with their soft skin, the light pressure of their knuckles creating a couple of quick tapping sounds which immediately grasp the turtle's attention, who whips his head to look at them through the thick glass. Once his focus is locked onto them, (Reader) catches a glimpse of a little grin appearing on his face, which gives them the message that he is happy to see them. However, they don't open the window immediately like they would usually do, therefore not allowing him to enter.

This causes his smile to falter a tiny bit, an undertone of concern could be briefly seen on his face. The slider's mouth opens, mouthing something at them- his faint voice slips away from both (Reader's) ears, and mind. Nonetheless, they still notice his concern and they decide to not waste any more by just letting out their partner in the cold. With quick, yet forced movements, they began unlocking the window, putting their hands on its smooth sill, pulling it in order to get it open.

It was normally a swift motion, however, they struggled to get it open, as their arms started to feel weak as well, but they managed- and once they did, their legs thumped backwards so that they can make room for the mutant to come in, which he swiftly did- in almost excited pace. A cold gust of the fresh, midnight wind tagged along with Leonardo's entrance, bringing a rather pleasant contrast to the damp atmosphere of (Reader's) room. Letting fresh air in their room is, as well, one of the things that they forget to do whenever they study for long periods of time.

They can't argue with the fact it's pleasant having Leonardo over, however- there are more pleasant things in life, like gaining knowledge and fixing up their grades.

"Oh, man- that felt like forever.." The blue clad complained in a somewhat playful manner, his voice rang around his partner's room, filling the silence that they were so used to these past couple days. However, there's a worried undertone creeping up on his words.. one that's familiar with them.

"Yeah, uh.." They can hear their own voice straining a little as they start speaking, that same hoarse tone finding its way in their words. It makes them want to grimace, and the dryness that is stuck in their throat as they try to clear it is not any help either.

God, they really need to get some water, and they are not the only one who thinks that. (Reader) shudders a small breath, trying to recollect their energy that abandoned them just a few minutes ago.

"Leo- listen, about the messages, I'm sorry but-" Once more, they start speaking, feeling as if they own their partner an apology. They try to make their voice a little more audible to both their and the sliders ears, as it sounds a bit scratchy for comfort. Despite their attempts at soothing their discomforting tone, it's all in vain- and it's not long before they are cut out by the slider.

"Woahwoahwoah! I've- I've got a question.." He quickly shushes them up, the little smile he had on his face begins to fade away into an expression of worry as he takes a mental note of their state. Their slumping, their tired looking state. It was a worrysome sight to look at, but the mutant should have expected something like this to happen. He can also guess the reasoning behind their lack of responses for the past hour..

Okay, the past days If we are being literate. (Reader) can as well sense, what he is going to ask-

"Oooh- Is that medal new??" ..Only for their prediction to go out of the window as they now hear the distracted and rather amazed tone of voice of their partner, his focus doing a whole 180 as his eyes lock on the shelf that holds all the rewards that they've earned. Upon seeing him get so thrilled over their achievement, (Reader) lets a mental sigh of relief to cross over their hazy mind, as well as feeling a stinge on pride pinching at the corners of their brain. In these types of cases, they would happily explain to him the effort they put into gaining their prize, sharing fun facts about the things that went down at the competition as well, although now, it didn't feel like the best time for explanations, no matter how much they would like like to talk. So, to keep things short, they just give a quick nod- a tired smile forming onto lips as they do so.

Their head then shifts directions, eyes now glueing at the notebook on their desk. At this point, they can barely recognise the containments on it, despite the fact that it's used as a reminder for them to get their homework done. The longer they look at it, the more Leo's compliments and positive comments begin to spill out of their brain, soon, completely missing his distracted rambling.

Those assignments. They have to get them done. They have to finish them. They need to-

"(Reader)? Hey-! The earth and the galaxies are all calling to (Reader)!" It's not long before the slider snaps them back to reality, the motion of his gloved palm running up and down their face, just inches away from touching them. The quick motions block whatever sight they once had with the scribbled sheet. It resulted in a small yelp to rip from their throat, therefore startling both themselves and the blue clad. They almost forgot he was in their room for a moment. Hitching a sigh, before relaxing their body-they make one last attempt to clear their throat, rapidly fluttering their eyes so that they can fix their poor eyesight. However, their slumping state is bringing great worry to their partner and before they could even get a word out, he cuts them off.

"Eeggh.. Yeesh, you don't look- you don't look so good."

He looks at their face. It appears to be a little hollow, exhausted even, there are dark bags that surround their eyes as well.

He thought about making a little joke, asking what kind of brand those bags are- a joking question that he usually makes to Donnie. However, he acknowledges that this might not be the moment for such jokes.

A grimace takes place scrunches up on his face, it's not particularly a look of disgust, but rather a look of solicitude. A look in which, despite their fuzzy vision, is noticed by (Reader). They know that he is right, they know it.

|★| NOTES: ..Theres way more that i want to add, so I feel like i have to make a part two. Also I am sorry for any potential grammar mistakes sbsjs. Also, the ending might feel a bit rushed-

[strgrlxox]

in the mood to be handcuffed to a bed and pounded hard into the bed by abby is t-that too much to ask 😔

ughhhhhh yes!!! my legs r shaking thinking about how she would actually growllll on top of you. she'd be so fucking pussy drunk that it's all she could think about––whenever you tried to squirm away from her, her hands would clamp down tighter on your hips, keeping you perfectly in place for her and for sure leaving bruises 😭

she'd be the definition of feral but she can't help it when it comes to you . . . she literally craves you ;; abby needs you carnally. she'd say things that are so cutesy and sweet but given the context of what she's doing makes them sound so fucking dirty.

"i wanna give you everything." , "you're mine, you know that? all fucking mine." , "you were fucking made for me" like hello?? she's so fucking yummy.

don't EVEN get me started on how unrelenting she'd be. you could come seven times for all she cares, she's so fucking pent up and wants needs you so bad that it doesn't even matter. she wants to fuck you foreverrrr.

[enluv]

haven’t been on here in a bit (will be dipping out again please don’t get used to this) but I made these in light of hanji’s recent instagram posts (for u @junityy)

thank you for existing user _doolsetnet 🔥🔥‼️

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

definitely ooc, but. mighty punching convergence

SMACK

[mermaus]

@martyrtsm​ asked:

"What happened to you?" (Yuu and Leila uwu)

╚»★ Leila knew someone would ask about her injured arm eventually, after all.. what could a farmer possibly do to break their shoulder and arm like that? Nothing normal clearly.

“What, this? It ain’t nothin. I was a lil too close to the blast radius of one of my bombs in the mine while tryin’ to blow up some annoyin’ slimes. Hit my arm straight in a boulder.”

[kidlantern]

Small.

- 🌸

Uh? I'm not small!! >:(

I am, uh, very tall yes! Very veryy tall >:3

[bokutosbabe]

hey! could you do jouno hcs please?

AHHHH ABSOLUTELY. ty for the ask!!

Jouno Saigiku x Reader Headcanons!

a/n— sadistic characters make my brain go brrrr

content— jouno calls reader ‘darling’, possessive bf jouno, gets kinda deep for no reason in the casual hcs, jouno is a meanie, mirror sex, jealous sex, temperature play, incorrect use of ice and wax, p in v, slight voyeurism(?), markings, and i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!!

synopsis— cute little headcanons with jouno in the sections of casual, relationship, and nsfw!!

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casual headcanons

fear of heights. up high in the air is the one space where he can’t hear much besides the wind and smells everything that wafts his way; he just feels vulnerable while up high.

cooking master. when you have to deal with tecchou and his disgusting mixtures all day, you’d want to make yourself some homemade comfort food too

can play the piano like a GOD. it was one of his many passions before he lost his sight, and even afterwards he never stopped.

secretly loves being around the other hunting dogs. when he’s alone he can’t see or hear.

^^^he gets scared of being trapped inside his own mind due to this

he dreams of having a world where everyone can exist in peace with the hunting dogs protecting the city

was an only child

loves listening to teruko and tachiharas banter because he never got to experience something close to siblings fighting before

can speak at least two languages but no more than four

very much an early bird

amazing chess player, literally so strategic *cue mastermind by taylor swift*

likes bitter tastes more than awfully sweet tastes

loves puzzles, he just enjoys feeling around and using his intellectual skills and heightened senses to put them together

likes loud rock music more than what others assume he would like(he actually hates classical music. he finds it boring.)

runs hot like a damn oven

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relationship headcanons

meanie!!!!

jouno is literally as if satan made a special person to just make your life as difficult as possible.

jouno loves you because of your mind

you’re just as charismatic as he is and he enjoys how you two can just communicate without words. him with your heart rate and breathing pattern and you with his facial and body movements 🫶🏼

even if he’s a meanie , jouno still enjoys coming home and cuddling with you

will he initiate it?

absolutely not.

until he was in a relationship with you, jouno never realized how much he enjoyed another persons touch

jouno will make your life with him a living hell though, make no mistake

like i said; he runs hot and makes it everyone’s problem

you two can simply be laying in bed like normal civilized people, but if you mention you’re hot? he’s grabbing your waist pulling you closer to your furnace of a boyfriend.

“ get off of me! ”

“ you don’t wanna cuddle with me, darling? ”

jouno isn’t someone who will talk about your relationship at work or with anyone he’s not comfortable with

so when he first tells tecchou about you? he shocks himself

he definitely accidentally told you he loved you first

“ yeah, yeah. love you too. ” he’d said after you called him annoying

or something like that

your meanie boyfriend just loves you so much🫶🏼

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nsfw headcanons

like i said guys; jouno is M-E-A-N

man is a grade 1 tease

literally a power top!!

he loves just hearing your heartbeat pick up when he’s fucking you🫶🏼

and the sounds? man could bust just off of them.

like i said; he runs hot, so temperature play is one of his favorite things

he loves hearing your gasps when he pours hot wax on your body, always careful not to hurt you

he absolutely is obsessed with your whines when he runs ice around your tits, making your cute little nipples hard🫶🏼

you think you can make him jealous and he wouldn’t teach you a lesson? tough luck.

you could just be talking to tecchou or tachihara, but if he hears your heartbeat pick up or hear the slightest change in your tone? be ready to not walk for weeks

he’ll take you home and make sure you know who you belong to

MIRROR SEX🙏🙏

obviously he can’t see, but sometimes if you’re bad enough, he’ll make you describe what you look like to him– and if you stutter? he’ll slow down until you’re begging for him to hurry up and ruin you

he would never ever share you with anyone. you’re his and he’s yours

he’s definitely more of a receiver of head more than a giver, he just loves hearing your cute little moans while you’re choking on his cock🫶🏼

will make you play with yourself in front of him if you’ve been just a little too naughty

if he’s on an away mission he’ll call you and will jerk off to the sound of your voice

loves marking you with hickeys

your neck, thighs, and tummy covered every time after he fucks you.

jouno just needs everyone to know that he owns you❤️

he makes me giggle, sorry if these aren’t great i rushed them just a bit!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! thank you sm for this ask!

[rqpawz]

AAM stimboard? :3

𝜗 aam themed stimboard request : complete ! ︵

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ : hellooo :3 i hope you enjoy !! making this was so fun bc i love the aam flag colors ... ᴖᴖ

[nervocat]

Hey guys.. decided to do this lol

[ ★ - mutuals, like this post to receive and indirect abt you ]

[starsinthenigth]

★werhhhh, hi, heya (—‹ —) ?? /pos★

[strgrlxox]

Can you please right Ellie and Joel smut where Ellie has a bad day and Joel comforts her?? (◠‿◠✿)

UMMM???? imma assume u don't know what SMUT is cause no i cannot write joel "comforting" ellie in a sexual way??? this has to be typo???

[moonlitarcticfoxnebula]

Hi I've been watching WOY and I was wondering if you had any ideas or headcanons for Commander Peepers?

Hello! While I have thought about this a little bit, I actually came up with some new ones thinking about this some more, and it was pretty fun! Anyways, without further ado (drumroll, please), here are some headcanons/ideas for Commander Peepers:

Coffee: I'm sure this one's pretty common, but I think that Peepers more often than not will drink his coffee black for the bitterness and caffeine but quite enjoys drinking sweeter coffees (like lattes and cappuccinos) and will sometimes allow himself to drink one for enjoyment.

I think that it is a possibility that Peepers initially joined Hater in order to use his power and eventually subvert him. But... he ended up getting attached.

I think that Peepers is actually rather feared/respected by the other Watchdogs, and this especially so because Peepers has a lot of control and power within the Skullship and system of operations, organizing most things within the ship.

This is pretty much canon, but I'm pretty sure Wander helped Hater and Peepers build (or rebuild) their friendship. Especially because Peepers seemed genuinely fearful of Hater and the fact that Hater could use his power against him but slowly grows more comfortable around Lord Hater and more confident in his ability to deal with him.

This one is very random, but I feel like Peepers might not be the best artist but certainly respects art to a certain degree (though there are still styles that he looks down on, like abstract art and cubism).

I think Peepers lacks the skill to draw well but can definitely doodle. I think he probably doodles occasionally while dealing with paper work, though he does the unthinkable and does it on a separate piece of paper (after all, he can't mess with the documents and look irresponsible or childish or any great number of things)

This one's also pretty much canon (The Brainstorm), but Peepers is really good at making and editing videos, even if just for a presentation that the person watching won't appreciate (Lord Hater). Still, he puts a lot of time and effort into it and ends up being really proud of them. (once Andy finds out and gains the confidence, he will definitely beg Peepers to edit one of his videos (just one!) with all due credit)

Also practically canon, but he really does respect Sylvia and considers her a rival, still relating to her as a generally level-headed fellow who has to deal with a childish friend

This ended up being kind of long, but I hope you like the response! Definitely feel free to ask more things. (*^▽^*)