#☼ headcanon.

[thyunalloyed]

if he ever shows you that fuckass crossbow he built, it's because he's trying to recruit you.

[sirenscriptures]

it may not be evident at first phases of your relationship together, but shouta has grown a certain appreciation when plans cancel.

sure, it’s nice to get out of the house once in a while. and there’s no doubt in the world that any chance he gets to spoil you by reserving your favorite restaurant for a night out, or booking a getaway for the two of you, he’s going to take it with pleasure. yet…the older he gets, the more he appreciates the time spent at home with you.

there’s something healing to him in the way you gently pull him back into the covers on those lazy mornings, the initial plans you both had made for an early breakfast now a million miles away as you snuggle yourself back into his chest.

he swears he can see that sly little smile of yours thinking a false ‘hmm, maybe tomorrow morning…’ even through his own groggy eyes. but who is he to complain? there isn’t a world that exists where aizawa wouldn’t want to have you curled up next to him, like a cat who gets everything they want.

maybe it was a bad habit…at least some would probably say. but to him, any habit that gave him an opportunity to have more time with you was worth keeping around, even if it meant tempting many plans that you’d share in the future.

[preeningpisces]

May I propose Kenjaku-Geto twin au

[breezypunk]

happy first takemura tuesday of 2024! ♥︎

[wooziorgans]

Jihoon is polar bear.

i have no idea what this means but yknow what i see the vision.

here r some polar bear facts that are kinda woozi coded. (u can all thank my autism for this one)

1. polar bears r very patient

when it comes to hunting, sometimes they go between 2-10 hours looking for prey because they primarily wait for seals to pop out of holes in the ice.

woozi just gives me patient vibes. he will wait for you to talk about something, and he definitely has to have patience to deal w the rest of svt.

2. polar bears are the biggest land carnivores

woozi eats n he needs his protein to stay big n beefy so. uh. yeah.

3. even tho polar bears are born on land they spend most of their time in the water

woozi’s from busan n he likes swimming so this one counts probably.

4. polar bears are typically six to nine feet in length

ha ha funny sex number woozi has sex probably idk i am running out of facts. im high as hell rn (legally) help

but ur so very right he IS polar bear.

[exandriaborn]

every time caleb and dorian interact it feels like smushing my two special interest barbies together, but i have not been able to stop thinking about "you have many things that i am... envious of."

dorian has spent time with essek. he's now spent time with caleb too. he's been to their home (and even went out of his way to compliment their "lovely home" to caleb in episode 111.) he's seen the way the caleb and essek's home is not only filled with their immense love for each other but the love of the nein and how much that warmth and friendship means to both of them. he's seen their cute garden and all the jester artwork and the portraits and he's envious.

but the second caleb asks him what he means, the king of compartmentalization kicks back in and dorian just says "well, it doesn't matter." he showed his cards too much and it's right back to bottling up his feelings because allowing himself to hope for a life of love and friendship and warmth like caleb and essek and then nein have found in each other still feels like a distant hope he doesn't want to acknowledge.

[roronoacherries]

not be filthy as shit but … quick nsfw zoro drabble below… 🚫🔞⚠️

zoro punishing you by flipping you upside down, resting your thighs on his shoulders, slowly lapping at your sopping cunt while he fucks your throat, thrusting roughly and ceaselessly until he’s close. his hips come to a halt then, a firm hand reaching for the back of your head, holding it still against the base of his cock, your face against his balls, as he forces you to take all of his cum.

you can feel his breath against your aching heat, his grunts sending vibrations through your body. your hands grip his thighs tightly, wanting, needing him to let you cum soon, but his tongue moves painfully slow as he savors the taste of you.

“‘m sorry, zo’. i’ll be good, please-” you sob. his cock is still hard in front of your face and the sight of it is enough to make you want to drool. you give him slow licks and press opened mouthed kisses to his tip. “please, i’ll be a good girl, daddy.”

as soon as your lips wrap around him, you’re met with another harsh thrust. “daddy ‘ll let you cum as soon as you learn your lesson and show me you can use that mouth for something useful, instead of being a little brat.”

but he loves the way you moan around his cock and he can’t help but make more of that pretty sound come from your lips. it’s his fault that you’re such a brat, you think. how could you be anything else with the way he spoils you?

[venuscheered]

birdhouse -

what happens when marilyn finds a helpless baby bird? and why is it that belch huggins feels the need to step in?

*** a drabble i wrote today featuring marilyn fenix and belch huggins, slight hints at ocxcanon, but not overpowering. 1641 words.

Marilyn Fenix, she was never a crafty girl; when it came to her skill sets, it usually had something to do with athletics. She was a nimble little thing, flexible, and just about everything you’d expect a cheerleader to be. It’s what she knew, and it came effortlessly to her.

So when she slipped into woodworks, just about every student stared at her. Not even the instructor did much about it, watching idly as the blonde helped herself to some scrap wood, glue, and a few screws here and there. It was almost painful to watch- actually, it was painful to watch, especially for Belch Huggins. A brow raised as he watched the girl aimlessly hammer away at a screw like it’d been a nail. He’d almost felt embarrassed for her, if it wasn’t so damn grating.

About six screws in the cheerleader holds up her creation. All eyes on her, but not one set daring enough to look at it in any way less than positively; Marilyn was a nice girl, and simply put they didn’t have the heart to laugh at her - not to her face, anyway.

Belch however, wasn’t like everyone else. He was the kind of guy to tell it how it was, and sure, he wasn’t the brightest when it came to academics, not usually... But he was crafty as all hell - wood works, metals, anything he could do with his hands? The guy was a genius. So when his eyes set upon the final product he couldn’t stop the obnoxious laugh expelled from his gut.

“The fucks that supposed to be?”

It caught the attention of everyone, the hazel eyed cheerleader as well. He was met curiously by Marilyn, her lips parted as if she’d wanted to bolster ‘A bird house... duh!’ ditzy as some might peg her to be... Not even she could defend her carpentry skills. “A bird house..?” his question was met with one of her own.

“That ain’t even a box.” Belch was honestly impressed, strolling over as he’d snagged the makeshift (and glorified) box from her hands. “No bird is gonna live in here, and I ain’t even gonna mention how you used screws with a hammer.” The box is tilted around - mismatched wood grain, uneven edges, a waste of perfectly fine wood as far as he was concerned.

“Well, you kind of just did.” Marilyn could only retort under her breath, her frame shrinking down in defeat. She watched as the bully deconstructed what she’d spent a good twenty minutes on. A short gasp as he’d tossed it. “Hey..!”

Marilyn was promptly, and gently moved aside. Belch had something to prove, he always had something to prove. And while one might psychoanalyze that at a later date... It didn’t take a genius to realize he’d been building her a proper one. All she could do was idly wait and watch the master at work. In the time it took for Marilyn to build her birdhouse, Belch produced one of a much greater quality. They couldn’t even be compared in all honesty.

“It’s basic, but whatever. It’s a birdhouse.” Belch practically shoves the structure into her hands, before he thrust his hands into the depths of his pockets. Gauging her reaction. Marilyn’s lips pressed together, eyes curiously scanning what Belch had made - for a guy who was seen as so mercilessly destructive, he proved he had a calculating gentleness to create. Marilyn admired that, evident with eyes that sparkled even under the florescent lights of the workshop. “It’s perfect..” Marilyn decreed, her voice more of a hush as if she’d been talking to herself.

“course it is.” His confidence was met with thankful eyes from Marilyn, his gaze immediately darting away. Don’t look at me like that, damn it. “What’d you need it for anyways?” Belch wasn’t sure if he was asking because he actually cared, or if he needed to quickly recover from his lack of social skills when it came to girls.

Either way... Marilyn seemed more than happy that he’d asked. “Found somethin’ wanna see?” Her voice was hushed, as if whatever she found was top secret. Class had been over anyways, prior to this Belch ignored the bell for probably the first time in his life. His legs betraying him in following her down the hallway - and out the school.

While Marilyn hugged onto the birdhouse, she led him outside past the field. There was a lot of foliage and Marilyn knelt over and carefully pulled out a small cardboard box hidden within some bushes. The moment the box shifted, a piercing squeak came from inside. A little bird, small and sporting a few feathers, it was tinged a soft red. Had Marilyn known Stan Uris; he’d be able to tell her it was a Cardinal hatchling.

“I found him out here, I think last night’s storm separated him from his nest.” Marilyn replies, a finger gently nudging the bird, soft plumes nuzzled against her finger. “Isn’t he cute?”

Belch Huggins didn’t do cute, if a word in the English vocabulary could be any more foreign to him, it’d be cute. His head tilts, brow raised as he watched the pathetic little chick chirp away. It was smaller than a chicken wing, and anymore thought on the subject would have made him strangely hungry... So with a shake of his head he steps forward. “It’s ugly.” Belch noted that Marilyn didn’t seem to approve, evident by the downturn of her eyebrows and purse of her lips. He... didn’t like that expression on her all too much, it tugged on him for one reason or another - right then and there he vowed to keep his big mouth shut.

Leaning over he grabbed a hold of the birdhouse, perching it on the nearby tree - high enough that it’s parent could potentially find it, but low enough so that Marilyn (and even he...) could check up on it. Marilyn watches him curiously, her eyes soften before scooping the hatchling into her hands, and carefully poking it into the birdhouse. “It’s perfect!”

“course it is!”

Day by day Marilyn would check on that bird, it seemed as if it’s parent had come along. Seeing as the nestling had enough strength to continue to chirp about and poke it’s head out the small opening of the birdhouse. On occasion, Marilyn was surprised to have run into Belch there. He’d protest and claim he’d only come out here for a stray baseball... But neither of them bought it and Belch refused to come back at the same time as her again out of sheer embarrassment.

The next time was different, though. It was only out of curiosity that Belch found himself walking across the field, hell he didn’t care about that dumb bird one way or another. It’d fly away soon, and his excuse to come by would fly away with it. With hands stuffed into his pockets, he walks up to the same tree he’d come by every day to see - the same tree that he had to make excuses to ditch his friends for. And it wasn’t until he spotted the shape of Marilyn, hunched over and crying did he feel uneasy.

He takes his place, standing behind her as his eyes study her curiously, like he’d been a fly on the wall watching something he shouldn’t be. That’s when he’d set his eyes onto the small lifeless form of scattered little plumes and the chick which they came from. His stomach dropped, his hand involuntarily tilting his hat downward. Belch knelt down next to her - he wasn’t sure one way or another if Marilyn had even realized he was there but... She was crying.

Marilyn was crying.

Her hands for a final time scoop the small creature into her palms. It’s tiny body melding easily to fit. “Don’t do that to yourself.” He finally spoke out, his own voice evident at the discomfort of seeing her in such a state. Disappointment that he hadn’t been here even twenty minutes prior to catch the damn thing. “Hey-!“

He was greeted with puffy eyes, eyes that had always been so damn happy and bright. Belch was certain he’d never seen her cry before, and he was certain he’d never wanted to again. His gaze averted once more, uncomfortably fixing his hat (it was then and only then that he finally realized he did that whenever he was uncomfortable.) his head nodding in the direction of the tree which their bird fell from. With only his hands, Belch Huggins dug, he dug about six inches into the soil beneath the tree. Eyes expectantly staring Marilyn down when he finished, and the cheerleader shifted to gently place the chick into the Earth. “He wanted to fly.” her voice was raspier than he’d ever heard it before. “He wanted to do somethin - and he couldn’t.”

Belch’s gaze softened, studying Marilyn before he began to bury the bird with the soil he’d dug up. Neither teen said a word when he was done, opting to sit at their knees in front of the tree. A moment of solace. A sniffle left the blonde before she reached over and took a hold of his hands, larger than her own and littered in callouses; It took him by surprise, widened eyes as all he could do was sit and watch the strange girl next to him.

With a handkerchief Marilyn delicately wiped away at the mud coating his hands. She took her time with it too, as if it was a careful practice. Not once did hazel eyes flit up into his direction - no, she knew she’d end up crying again if she had. “For what it’s worth... The birdhouse was perfect.”

“...Of course it was.”

[feuerwizard]

do you have any unpopular opinions about caleb?

to clarify: no one in the rpc is guilty of what i am about to explain, more of the general c/ritical r/ole fandom as a whole!

i wouldn't say this is an unpopular opinion necessarily as much as i do find it a bit frustrating that the c/ritical r/ole fandom as a whole sometimes tends to overlook or ignore what a bad person early campaign caleb really was. they sort of just simplify him to sad quirky boy who likes cats and by the end, he's less sad quirky boy who likes cats.

a bit of caleb meta under the cut because i am obsessed with him.

this is not exclusive to the critical role fandom of course, but fandom, in general, can sometimes ignore a character arc starting from a less-than-ideal place if they have deemed that particular character as a favorite boy who can do no wrong. this absolutely happens in discussions surrounding caleb and his character arc because he ends up in such a positive (or positive for him) place by the end of the campaign. it's very easy to ignore the low if you can choose instead to focus on the high.

as a writer, this is something i feel very passionate about not doing. caleb is such an interesting character to me because of where he came from and the growth he overcomes throughout his character arc. is caleb as bad as trent? absolutely not, but he was still a pretty shitty person and extremely single-minded in his pursuits. even if his motivations were noble (saving his parents from himself) i think we have seen from a lot of popular media that even the best of villains start from noble pursuits. not saying caleb is a villain, not at all, but you get my point. he was clearly struggling with his worst instincts and it's his friends that caused him to start looking inwards.

don't believe me? ask liam o'brien!

i've been watching a lot of old liam interviews where he talks about early campaign caleb and this one stood out to me as the most direct example of the demons caleb was fighting with every day and how he sometimes allowed them to win. when asked why caleb chose to do the blood pact with fjord, this is what he said.

“…he saw fjord become tempted by power and in that moment, he’s very much like trent, the man who molded him, saw a split second in time where he [fjord] had hunger in his eyes and thought that it could be molded or bent for caleb’s use. and thought, I could take a risk here….and use him and pull a favor out of this.” 

this is very crappy and manipulative behavior towards a friend! liam then follows it up by expressing how guilty caleb felt over it due to his increasing care of the nein.

"caleb was disgusted with himself at that moment...i think that he was a product of his schooling in that moment. and part of him was like 'yes' but most of him went you fucking piece of filth. look at you."

was caleb, as a child, a victim of abuse grooming? absolutely. did this mold caleb into someone not super great? also yes. both things can be true and it doesn't minimize the abuse that caleb suffered. he's a product of his environment and that's what makes his growth so powerful. love saves people. he is genuinely changed by the friends in his life who chose to look past his mistakes and the man that trent molded him into and instead saw him for the person he could choose to be now. caleb is extremely kind and painstakingly earnest. he just needed the right people in his life to allow that to come out again. to allow the softness.

when caleb is talking to essek in the infamous forehead kiss scene, he is not talking just talking about the mistakes he made as a young teenager in killing his family, but he is also referring to the person he was when he met the nein. that is the fool in caleb's mind. not a manipulated child bren. he sees a lot of himself in essek because i think he sees how easily he could have become essek if not for the nein. and also why essek's redemption is so meaningful to him. if essek can do it, maybe he can too.

trauma doesn't define either of them.

i feel so passionate about this because i think caleb's character arc is genuinely one of the most powerful explorations of trauma and healing i've ever seen in a fictional property and overlooking the person he was at the beginning is a disservice to how far he comes by the end. the genuinely good person he grows into becoming.

"pain doesn’t make people. it’s love that makes people. the pain is inconsequential. it’s love that saves them."

[thyunalloyed]

How does Miquella feel about Godwyn's fate?

bad. lmao.

i have a lot of feelings about godwyn's death and the things it represents ( many of which tie in to my interpretations of the erdtree dynasty as a more-than-accurate representation of a broken and dysfunctional family ) but simply: miquella views godwyn's death as an unnatural and sick act, one that he cannot comprehend the reasons behind.

that nascence miquella suffers from affects his worldview too, and gives him a childish mentality of the fate godwyn suffered and in addition the observable things it did to his family. there's a childish desire to "fix" the trauma that godwyn's death caused and a desire to undo or somehow alleviate that suffering -- we see this with how one of his motives is to grant godwyn "true death," or otherwise undo that and grant his brother life again.

it's my interpretation that miquella sees godwyn's death in the same way a younger brother would see the traumatic death of an elder sibling -- confusion. he doesn't really get how to process it, he doesn't get the finality of what happened to godwyn, he doesn't get why it's impossible to just undo or fix the situation. but he does see the pain it's caused his family, he does see how it was one of the factors that caused the shattering. one of the factors that tore his family apart.

it needs to be fixed. needs to be alleviated. this pain can't go on.

[wormb0i]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪɴғᴏ sʜᴇᴇᴛ

tagged by: @zangyo [ tysm !!! im like 396 years late im sorry lmao ] tagging : @impishsensei ; @celesticlnstcrs ; @strawdxll ; @anvevennad / @trelonkan / @digouezh ; @omezuki ; @getsusekaii [ this is rly old so idk if u guys have already done it, sorry !!! ]

Name: 虎杖悠仁 Itadori Yuuji

Name meaning: His last name has the kanji for "tiger" 虎 ( ita ) and "rod, cane" 杖 ( dori ), and his first name "permanence" 悠 ( yuu ) and "benevolence, humanity" 仁 ( ji )

Alias: ‘The Tiger of West Junior High’, which he finds embarrassing ; ‘Sukuna's Vessel’, also not his favourite

Ethnicity: Japanese

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ : 

He is lactose intolerant - I debated a lot about this one because with the way this boy EATS like an animal... I was really torn ! He loves all food and isn't picky with anything at all, but this just feels like it really suits him lmao, especially for the fact that he doesn't care. Catch him eating a triple cheese pizza with mac & cheese on the side and ice cream for dessert, it's all a small (big) price to pay. RIP Megumi's room being right next to him, some nights there's a lot of weird noises coming from Yuuji's room.

His grandpa taught him martial arts ! I think he'd teach him tai chi and karate in the backyard when he was a little kid and I can just see a montage of it in my head w Yuuji growing older and getting better, holding the stances better etc ;-;

He's a very good cook in the way that he's very good at improvising and coming up with delicious dishes from whatever ingredients he can find lying around. He will cook up one pot meals in his little single burner and it's gonna be the most delicious thing you've had in years.

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ :

Watching movies lol

Reading manga

Reading conspiracy theories and bringing them up as discussion topics, especially if he knows it's something stupid lmfao, he will pretend to believe it just to keep arguing and get his friends riled up lmfao

sɪx ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇs / ʟᴏᴠᴇs :

HMMMM this one is hard bc he loves a lot and very indiscriminately ;-; he loves all his friends and mentors and ouuGGHH but i guess honorary mentions are of course his grandpa, gojo-sensei, nanamin, megumi and nobara, and choso too

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs :

Not listening to what his grandpa had to say abt his parents

.............. you know.............

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs :

you know what, i don't think it's necessarily a PHOBIA but i feel like clowns unsettle him LMFAOOOOO

being left alone (aka ppl he loves dying)

[lancelot-sharpkeen]

[ anyway tier list of the killers lance could totally beat up or who could wipe the floor with him ]

[roronoacherries]

it's the first day of hispanic heritage month aka my time to be obnoxiously mexican as fuck

[venuscheered]

Cheerleaders in Derry

This is going to be a long post where I go on about uniform design for a needlessly loooong time, so here is a complimentary spacer <3

Me waiting for Welcome to Derry to see if they have any cheerleader characters so I can draw inspiration from the uniform. Above the spacer has the one from Chapter 2, but uniforms change throughout the years so neither of them would be 1:1 how Marilyn's looks. So I'm glad I get SOME creative liberty. But I know Welcome to Derry will likely have something given this is in their set production:

I'll probably keep the simple DHS logo for whatever uniform I end up with her. The mascot shows that the primary team IS baseball ( to the surprise of no one who knows the novel haha. )

Cheerleading isn't as common for baseball; but it's not unheard of. So let me sip that delulu juice some more. With the girls field hockey team also, you can't tell me there aren't more sporting events at DHS. Cheerleaders simply make sense lol.

red polos for the girl's field hockey team, and me wishing I could see the costume design up close for the emblem but oh well! (I'm not going to comment on the skirt, I hate it despite being a plaid skirt girly.)

I feel like it's safe to say Red is going to be the primary colour of the uniform. Gold will likely be present as well, I don't THINK the uniforms in ch.2 are for Derry High so the Red/Black scheme likely wouldn't be as accurate but who knows. Red/Black and Red/White are both really easy to work with and can absolutely be changed up.

Here are some inspirations I plan to pull from!

the varsity jacket is simple enough, probably with the DHS emblem somewhere on the chest. Not given to the cheerleaders; but likely given TO them by whichever guy happens to fancy them lol.

I also like the idea of sleeveless for hot weather, but the simple white sleeves for cooler days!

[feuerwizard]

i have been chuckling over this post all day. the fact that caleb canonically has three sending stones already; the one he found at the beginning of the campaign in zadash, one to beauregard post campaign, and one to orym (bells hells.) i also imagine he has to have at least have one additional to essek.

but now i’m just imagining him with a giant, dorky key chain of color coded sending stones that essek helped him organize and put in alphabetical order.

this stubborn man will sort through 10+ sending stones on his keychain trying to find the right one before he just caves and learns the sending spell.

[bluezenzennie]

Valinor's weather forecast

Warning: Suggestive, Manwë being a whore.

Thanks to @cilil @wandererindreams and others for this amazing conversation about how Manwë affects the weather, I've been laughing my ass off, to the point my stomach hurts /pos OIÆJFDSÆOIj!

Clear sky: No nut day. Windy: Manwë solo venture ( Wonder where this will go ). Cloudy: Manwë petting. Rainy: Manwë fucking. Thunder: Manwë twerking. Lightning: Manwë orgasms ( As Cílil said: "Yes, it's the sky jizz." Tornado: The big bird d. No wind: Manwë is either sick or is having a dry day. Foggy: Manwë mutual pining/Aroused. Dewy: Manwë and his morning wood. Hurricane: Manwë doing it rough. Light drizzling rain: Manwë is having wet dreams. Hail: Melkor crashed the party. Blizzard: Melkor pretending to be Manwë.