#💫—headcanons.

[craigspacemancraig]

sp boys hair headcanons!

stan marsh

as a kid, he doesn’t care much about his hair, most of it being hidden under his hat. it wasn’t a nuisance to him or anything, he just didn’t think about it.

his hair is naturally wavy, but his wool hat makes it frizzy enough for him not to notice. doesn’t help that he doesn’t use conditioner or any leave-ins.

he bleached his hair in high school after some family drama. a panic attack from being terrified that he’d grow up to be his dad and nothing would change for him. kyle helped with it and made sure that he didn’t fry all of it off. wendy also had to force protein treatments and deep conditioners to make sure of that.

his blond hair definitely helped with his confidence. this was also around the time he found his clothing style so he definitely felt a better sense of identity.

in college, he ended up growing it out just above his shoulders before cutting off most of the bleach (which gave him the most stereotypical frosted tips that eric and kenny made fun of as long as he had them).

kyle broflovski

oh this poor boy. we already know he is not very comfortable with his hair.

as a kid, he’s so insecure about it. he hates how curly it is (4a-4b), how red, how fast it grows. almost every hour of the day, he covers it with his hat.

despite how he wants to present at school, he cares so much about what people think of him, so the ginger jokes still have a lasting effect on him. also none of his family has his hair texture, so he doesn’t really have a support system at home. sheila tries her best, at most she makes sure his hair is healthy, but she doesn’t know how to help style it.

cut his hair short in middle school because it was easier for him to manage and he thought it looked “more presentable” like that. as it grew in high school, he got an undercut so the back would stop matting from his hat.

stan got him a terrance & phillip themed bonnet for his birthday by the advice of wendy and bebe. kyle wears it to bed every night instead of his hat.

nicole is finally the one to help him out with styling, showing him some low-maintenance mousses and curl creams to use. i picture them hanging out in face masks with nicole practicing braid ideas for herself on kyle.

he still wears his hat as an adult, but gradually less and less. it becomes more of a nostalgic comfort item rather than something he needs daily.

eric cartman

knows how to take care of his hair, but doesn’t care enough to do it. he’s able to when he needs to convince people he’s nice.

uses a basic shampoo, conditioner, and leave in. lianne bought him a nice hair oil that eric never uses but always keeps it on his desk.

keeps his hair short. it’s easier for him handle on a daily basis and he just thinks it looks better on him.

he doesn’t wash his hair as often as he should so his scalp is super oily (the only reason his hair isn’t frizzy like the other boys).

in middle or high school, he probably dyed his hair a stupid color, immediately hated it, then dyed his hair back to brown. he still gets pissed off when he finds the color on his towels.

his hair doesn’t change much as he grows up, he just styles it more consistently as he gets older. i see him getting a corporate job straight out of college (and is hated immensely by hr) and being forced to look dressed up more often than he’s used to. he gets pretty good at raking a cream into his hair and blow drying with a coffee in his hand at 4am.

kenny mccormick

both from always having his hood on and never brushing, kenny’s is hair extremely tangled and dry.

as a kid, there would always be sticks and leaves stuck in his hair, even if he never took his hood off that day.

even as they get older, karen likes to braid kenny’s hair and cover him in ribbons and cute hair clips. he thinks it’s really cute and almost anytime his hood off is when his hair is practically sparkling. they also got matching locks of their hair dyed pink or purple.

only gets his hair cut with kitchen scissors so he has a lot of choppy layers (his hair is pretty straight so this is the only way he can get any volume). because of this, he changes his hairstyle pretty often. though, he likes keeping his hair longer so he can properly tie it back.

he does enjoy taking care of his hair, but he’s usually too busy to do anything other than wash it. he uses sweet scented shampoo and conditioner (strawberry, vanilla, coconut, etc).

[gojoscloset]

NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately like—

I know I need to stop but I can’t stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and they’re so embarrassed but you’re chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.

Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldn’t affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.

Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasn’t the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didn’t need an explanation, you just needed him.

Gosh I’m a slut for tropes like these. Like yes love me love me love me love me.

[owly-lumi]

I had this drawing in mind for months lol. Roddy and boombox Soundwave 💫🌟✨

Extra without alt mode :')

Btw thanks @sketchy-mf for the musical help🤌🏻

🔹Btw I'm reopening the commissions if there were people interested!.

unfortunately I couldn't dedicate much time to Tumblr, but if there are questions just send me a dm!

[kimmie2me]

Dynamite and His Player 2

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Twitch Gamer!Bakugou x AFAB!Reader

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Bakugou glances over at the camera, brows furrowed as he adjusts his headset. "Alright, you extras, get ready to shut the hell up," he growls, his voice laced with annoyance. "She’s real. I’ve got her right here, and she’s playing with me tonight."

You laugh off-screen, causing his chat to explode with reactions. Up until now, they didn't believe a word Bakugou said when he claimed he had a girlfriend. After all, this is the guy known for his explosive reactions when things go slightly wrong. He grumbles, trying to keep his cool, but the slight blush on his cheeks gives him away.

The game loads up, some horror-puzzle co-op that requires a ton of coordination. But while Bakugou’s all business—focused on solving puzzles and surviving—you have other ideas. You’re busy teasing him, wandering off to explore the map, or purposely messing up just to get a rise out of him.

"Can you just—dammit! Will you STOP wandering off?" Bakugou snaps as he watches your character take another detour. "We’re supposed to be working together!"

You grin at the screen, purposely moving your character in circles. "Aw, come on, Suki~ We’re just having fun, right?"

His jaw clenches, and he mutters something under his breath about "not having fun if you keep screwing around." But his viewers are eating it up, laughing at his frustration and flooding the chat with comments like "She's brave for messing with him, LMAO😭😭" and "Bros .4 seconds away from exploding his monitor for the 10 millionth time🪦"

Eventually, he just huffs, slouching in his chair and mumbling, "Fine. Do whatever the hell you want. I’ll just wait here." His expression says he's beyond annoyed, but the hint of a smile peeking through his scowl gives away that maybe, just maybe, he's actually having a little fun too.

Grumpy Twitch Gamer Bakugou Headcanons

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— Every time he messes up, he narrows his eyes at the camera with that “are you stupid?” glare. Chat spams "IT’S NOT OUR FAULT!” and "WHY R U LOOKING AT US LIKE WE DID THAT??" but he just huffs, “If you idiots weren’t DISTRACTING me…”

— Bakugou’s streaming style is brutally honest—constantly throwing out curses like it’s second nature. If he dies in-game, his go-to is, “How the hell am I supposed to win with this garbage game?!” and he never blames himself, ever.

— He has zero chill. Every so often, he’ll pound the desk so hard that the camera shakes, and one time he punched his mic so fiercely that it cut out, leaving chat in hysterics as he tries to fix it, muttering about “this piece of crap gear.”

— After every gaming session, he gives a review of the game he’s playing—most of which devolve into full-on rants about terrible controls, stupid enemies, and “whoever the hell designed these levels.” At this point, it's an entire essay by the time he's done.

— There are moments when he hits the mute button just to scream or cuss off-mic. Chat sees him red-faced and mouthing words, knowing he’s losing it, which makes them spam laugh emotes to annoy him further.

— Sometimes, when things get really bad, he just simply says "Okay." and goes quiet, leaning in close to the screen with this intense focus. Chat knows that if he’s silent, it’s only because he’s plotting to obliterate whatever got him killed.

— It’s become a running joke with his followers—every time he streams, they place bets on which piece of his equipment he’ll break. He’s replaced his keyboard three times already and had to upgrade his camera stand because he broke the last one during a particularly heated rage quit.

— When he finally beats a level, he acts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “See? Wasn’t even hard, you just have to not be a dumbass.” Cue the smug smirk.

— Occasionally, in his absolute rage, he’ll end the stream immediately after a loss. One second he’s there, screaming at the game, and then—stream offline.

— Despite all the rage, he’s actually insanely good at gaming. When he goes on a winning streak, chat blows up with admiration, but he barely acknowledges it. “’Course I won—who the hell do you think I am?”

— He has zero patience for backseat gamers. “Oh, you think you could do better? Why don’t you go start your own damn channel, then!” The mods know by now to instantly time out anyone who even hints at suggesting how he should play, and the ban count is astronomical by the end of each stream.

— Occasionally, Bakugou gets so into the game that he goes almost silent, and chat jokes it’s an ASMR session because all they can hear is his intense breathing and muttered curses. “Oi, STOP saying it’s ASMR, it’s not ASMR, you freaks!”

— Loading screens are his worst enemy. Every single time, he glares directly into the camera, arms crossed and seething, ranting about the “stupid long loading times” and how he could’ve “beat the damn game twice by now.” and how "a whole child could've been born by now." Chat watches in suspense because they know the rage is simmering, just waiting to explode.

— If he’s playing a console game, the controller does not have a safe future. He’s thrown it across the room, slammed it on his knee or desk, and even threatened it like, “You’re next, you little piece of shit, keep messing up on me.” He’s gone through so many controllers that his sponsor had to send him extras.

— When he loses in a PvP game, he has 1,001 excuses. “Lag. Dumb luck. Exploiter. The devs nerfed my character, obviously.” If chat calls him out, he just scoffs, “You think that was my fault? Keep dreaming.” And the mods instantly clear out any “L” spam from chat because he’s already dangerously close to slamming his keyboard.

— His channel has special emotes for when he loses his temper—explosion icons, angry Bakugou faces, and even one of his own “ARE YOU FUCKIN’ KIDDING ME?!” face. Chat spams these whenever he starts heating up, which only fuels his fire.

— His viewers love to try and provoke him. Someone will innocently say, “Hey Dynamight, I think you missed something back there,” and he’ll instantly pause, glare at the screen, and say, “I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING, DUMBASS, WE'RE MOVING ON.” It’s like a game within the game for his followers. (He goes back to check right after.)

— “Easy mode?” he scoffs at the suggestion. “I’d rather throw myself into a fire than play on easy mode.” Even if he’s dying over and over, he’ll never, ever change the difficulty. Chat has tried for months to get him to switch, but he’s stubbornly loyal to “the only real mode” (aka Hard Mode, Nightmare mode or above).

— If he actually wins a match, he’s unbearable. He’ll sit there, grinning and basking in his victory, smirking at the camera with a smug, “And that, extras, is why I’m better than every single one of you.” Cue chat sarcastically clapping.

— He once had a bet with his mods that he’d try to do a stream without cursing or raging. He lasted five minutes before he exploded, screaming, “THIS GAME IS FUCKING RIGGED!” after an unexpected jump-scare. The mods were dying, and he banned half of them out of spite (they were unbanned five minutes later, but still).

— Every time he’s about to start a new game, he’s got this exaggerated, dramatic intro: “ALRIGHT, EXTRAS, prepare yourselves ‘cause we’re about to dominate the shit outta this game. And if I see anyone backseat gaming, you’re banned. Don’t even THINK about telling me what to do.”

— Every now and then, when he dies for the tenth time in a row, he just deadpans to the camera, “I swear to God, I’m deleting my channel after this.” Chat knows he’s bluffing, but they still spam crying emojis like “NOOO PLEASE DON’T” just to mess with him.

— Every so often, when he’s focused on a tough level, he’ll mutter something like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad, chat. Don’t tell anyone I said that,” and the comments absolutely blow up with hearts and “WE LOVE YOU, DYNAMIGHT.” He immediately goes red and yells, “Didn’t mean it, idiots!” but it’s too late.

— Once, he rage-quit a game so hard that his entire setup fell silent. He’d punched the desk, and the screen went black. Chat watched in shock as the stream just… cut off. The clip went viral, with an entire 30-minute compilation titled “Every time Dynamight destroyed his setup” He came back the next day, reacted to it, and you already know he gave the video a thumbs down and left a long hate comment.

— His mods convinced him to play a “relaxing, casual game” that was secretly full of jump scares. The first time it happened, he almost flipped his entire desk. He immediately banned half of his mods and told the rest they were “on thin ice.” Chat still laughs about it every time he plays a “cute” game.

[ellifromspace]

these are the murderbot artworks Tommy Arnold did for the Subterranean Press omnibus editions of the series, and a photo of Kevin R. Free, who narrates the murderbot audiobooks. when fans complain about the casting for the tv show, there is a very real basis for it in these past official/canonical aspects of the book series

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

Russia (Ivan Braginsky) x Fem!Reader Smut Headcanons

Summary: Just me and my dirty mind rambling on, that is all 😚

Contents/Possible Warnings: breeding kink, SMUT, MDNI

Despite how cruel he is/comes off to as others, Ivan is terrified of being too rough with his partner. Sex is an intimate experience for him in every way possible, so he wants both of you to feel as good as possible.

He'll be as gentle and soft as he can, acting almost as if you're made out of porcelain and you'll break if he moves even slightly just the wrong way.

He's a big man and he knows how strong he can be, especially if he's too lost in the pleasure you're giving him. He holds back a lot more than he'd like to, but to him, it's all worth it knowing that you're not at risk of him accidentally hurting you.

Expect a lot of you being on top when your relationship first begins. It's a position that lets you go at your own pace, something that reassures him heavily. He doesn't want to be too controlling and turn you off, after all.

If you want things a bit (or a lot) rougher, you'll have to ease him into the idea; letting him know you won't break, and you can take a lot more of him than he may think. It takes him some time to really consider it, and when he's finally on board he's still cautious.

But once you've gotten into the swing of things and he realizes just how amazing the experience is for you both, he'll stop holding back.

Every part of him is big, and his cock is no exception. His favorite thing in the world is to hear the sounds you make as he sinks into you, whether it be slow, and full of teasing or quick, and filled with excitement and raw desire.

"Oh? Does that feel good?" He'll ask you with an innocent smile as he pounds into you, watching as your eyes screw shut and your back arches in pleasure; his thick length managing to hit all the right spots.

He can only keep his innocent facade up for so long, however, considering how tight and wet you feel around him it doesn't take long before you're trapped beneath him, growls and curses escaping him as he loses himself in the pleasure.

His second favorite thing has to be filling you up with his cum, making sure to release as deep inside of you as possible. The idea of you getting pregnant sparks something inside of him that nothing else does. Even if you're on the pill, the thought alone still excites him, even if it comes without as much risk.

Anyways, that was my quick little ramble lol.

[st4rspup]

regressor !! powder hcs .ᐟ⋆˙

✦ almost every time, she regresses without noticing!! she regresses the most when upset/sad, and easily becomes overwhelmed with her emotions & her involuntary regression kicks in, which can make her very frustrated since she loses the ability to pinpoint + verbalize what she’s feeling

✦ she usually regresses to around 2-4 yrs old! ✧₊⁺ when around that age, she can be either nonverbal or semi-verbal, which also depends if she isn’t too upset

✦ but there are times when she feels a little bit older! the oldest she’ll regress to is around 6-8, and then she’s usually more talkative!

✦ once she becomes only able to say very simple expressions (i.e, “mm sad” / “m’don’t feel good”) it’s one of the major indicators that she’s started regressing

✦ when this leads to a fussy pow, vi usually can pick up on it very quickly, often noticing her lack of ability to verbalize how she’s feeling and instantly becoming gentler with her

✦ vi is always tries to be the best big sis she can in the moment, offering her cuddles and reassuring words when she notices pow’s words start to turn more blubbery as she fights off tears

✦ since pow’s usual regression stems from emotional distress, it’s a number one thing for her to have her comfort items close by (bunny stuffy, paci, sippy)

✦ she gets very tearful very fast, and at first feels ashamed to cry, but soon grew more and more comfortable around her big sib as she soothed and comforted her as best as she could

✦ lots of reassurance + gentle baby talking is what makes her feel the most validated and comforted in the moment, it’s the main things that’re the first steps to cheering her back up <3

✦ while she still needs her time to cry n let it out, vi knows when she can transition from the comforting soothing to silly babying that cheers her up, and it always has pow giggling in seconds

✦ usually after crying she can also tucker herself out pretty fast, so vi always offers some cuddles and nap, which pow always says yes in the form of yawns and vi will quickly grab her bunny stuffy for her

✦ loves her bunny stuffy!!! takes him everywhere, always cuddles with him every night—vi knows she can get rlly fussy without her bunny, so she always makes sure to keep him close by when she starts regressing

✦ after pow calms down & her tears stop (and after her nap if she ends up falling asleep), she always needs some play time with her big sis <3 having the silly playtime is another big de-stressor she loves to engage in when regressed! one of her favorites is playing hide n seek, where vi looks for her and her bunny

✦ she absolutely loves when vi gets silly and pulls out a game with the tickle monster—one of her favorite things to do to calm down is laugh a lot and be silly (to help take her mind off of any negative emotion + de-stress), so silly games ending in playful tickles are easily some of her favorites <3

✦ also loves to color + doodle a bunch! she tries her best to color in the lines but vi is always quick with a “wow powpow, did you color that? how’d you do that? no waaay!” which always makes her smile and giggle, forgetting about any initial frustration

✦ always loves having her big sis nearby <3 again due to most of her regression triggered from emotional distress, definitely a regressor that needs a cg most of time!

[diamonddaze01]

for your drabble game.. n what if i say.. minghao + “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.” 🤲

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pairing: minghao x reader | wc: 1.3k prompt: "Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you." au: apocalypse au | warnings: injuries, mentions of death a/n: KAEEE!!!! n what if i sob while writing this

The sky burned with an unnatural orange hue, streaked with ash and smoke. The once-familiar cityscape was a jagged graveyard of broken steel and crumbled concrete. Sirens had long since stopped blaring; now there was only the oppressive hum of silence punctuated by the distant groans of collapsing structures. The world as you’d known it was over—reduced to a fragile shadow of its former self. The acrid tang of fire and metal clung to the back of your throat, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. The ruins of the city stretched endlessly around you, but you pushed forward, your legs carrying you through the jagged remains of what used to be streets.

It started with the storms. The scientists called it climate destabilization gone critical, but the rest of the world just called it a death sentence. Storm surges wiped out entire coasts; hurricanes battered inland cities that had never prepared for them. The earthquakes came next, splitting open the earth and throwing molten fire into the skies, turning the air poisonous in ways even the best respirators couldn’t filter. By the time the floods came, there wasn’t much left to save.

Governments fell. Supply chains crumbled. People turned on one another in desperation as they fought for dwindling resources. The remaining factions—militarized groups claiming to protect what little remained—were as much a danger as the unrelenting disasters themselves.

You and Minghao had survived the worst of it by sheer luck. Together, you’d fled from one decimated city to the next, avoiding the lawless territories and the groups who demanded loyalty in exchange for safety. He was the reason you were still alive—quick-thinking, sharp-eyed, always calm under pressure when everything else felt like it was unraveling.

You could still remember the first time you’d met. Minghao had been patching up his own leg in the corner of an abandoned supply truck, his face pale but resolute. You’d stumbled in, out of breath and armed with a crowbar, only to stop short when you saw him sitting there like he’d been waiting for you. He hadn’t flinched, hadn’t even looked scared, just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow like he was daring you to try something.

“You don’t look like a soldier,” he’d said after a long moment, his voice steady despite the blood dripping down his shin.

“And you don’t look like you’re winning that fight,” you’d shot back, lowering the crowbar just enough to show you weren’t a threat. That was how it began—two strangers thrown together by circumstance, learning to survive together in a world that didn’t want them to.

You weren’t sure when the bond between you had shifted. Maybe it was during those late nights spent keeping watch for raiders, when his quiet presence made the crushing loneliness bearable. Or maybe it was the day he’d handed you the last of his water ration without saying a word, his eyes meeting yours like he knew you wouldn’t let him give it up without a fight. Slowly, without either of you acknowledging it outright, Minghao had become your anchor. The one thing you could count on when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

Now, as you ran through the remains of what used to be your home, all that history burned in the back of your mind. The thought of losing him was a weight you couldn’t bear, one that pushed you forward even as your lungs burned and your legs threatened to give out.

The memory of his calm, steady voice over the radio replayed in your head—I’ll meet you at the east corner of the tower. Just wait for me there. But the tower had collapsed before you’d even made it halfway. Now, it was nothing but rubble and twisted steel, and you were running blind.

You stumbled over debris, your knees buckling, but you caught yourself before you hit the ground. A sharp pain flared in your palms as you pushed up, but it barely registered. The only thought screaming in your mind was Find him.

You didn’t know when you’d started crying—your tears cut clean tracks down your soot-streaked face. Minghao always said you were stubborn. That you didn’t know when to quit. He’d said it with a soft smirk the first time you’d refused to leave his side during a raid. That was months ago, back when there was still hope that things could get better. Back when the two of you still believed survival wasn’t just an instinct but a purpose.

Now, hope felt like a luxury you couldn’t afford.

A shape moved through the smog ahead, a shadow cutting through the chaos. Your heart seized.

“Minghao!”

He turned at the sound of your voice, his silhouette becoming clearer with every step you took. His clothes were tattered, his hair matted with soot and sweat, and a thin cut ran down his cheek, blood drying against his skin. But it was him. It was him.

You crashed into him with enough force to knock the wind out of both of you, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist. His body was warm and solid beneath your grip, and you could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly as he held you just as fiercely.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, his voice firm but edged with exhaustion. His hands shifted to your face, tilting it up so he could inspect you. His eyes flickered over you, taking in the soot and dirt streaked across your skin, the tears still fresh on your cheeks. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine,” you echoed, though your voice cracked as you said it. You searched his face for any sign of injury beyond the gash on his cheek, your fingers brushing over his jacket as if to reassure yourself he was still solid and whole. “I thought—when the tower collapsed, I thought—”

“I know,” he interrupted softly, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath was warm and steady, grounding you. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

But even as he said it, the ground beneath you trembled again, a low groan echoing from the skeleton of a nearby building. Time was slipping away faster than you could grasp it, and yet Minghao didn’t move to run. Instead, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression unreadable.

“Look,” he said, his voice firmer now. “I don’t have much time, but I need to say this.”

“Minghao, we have to go—”

“I love you.”

The words stopped you cold. For a moment, the chaos around you seemed to fade, leaving only the weight of his voice and the intensity of his gaze. Your chest tightened, the air hitching in your throat.

“Don’t,” you said, shaking your head as tears welled in your eyes again. “Don’t talk like that. Nothing’s going to happen. We’re getting out of this.”

“I mean it,” he insisted, his hands steady on your arms. “If something does—”

“Stop.” Your hands gripped the front of his jacket, clutching at him like you could anchor him to you, like sheer willpower alone could keep him safe. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

His lips twitched, not quite a smile, but close enough to break your heart. “You’re so stubborn,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against yours. “But that’s why I know you’ll make it.”

“Not without you,” you shot back, your voice trembling. “We’re getting out of this together. I’m not leaving without you.”

His fingers brushed against your jaw, a fleeting moment of tenderness that felt cruel in its fragility. “Together, then,” he said, as though saying it aloud would make it true.

Another tremor rippled through the earth, the sound of crumbling concrete roaring around you. Minghao’s grip shifted, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours, firm and steady.

“Run,” he said.

And this time, you did. The world was ending, but in that moment, with his hand in yours, it felt like there was still something worth saving.

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[cloudluvrrr]

Past.

a/n: YALL WANTED THIS BAD OMG so pt 2 to my before fic, basically it goes a little further back and a lot more in detail after his planet blew up :3. This one’s long! But Tysm :)

Past boothill x reader ft some headcannons. (Gender neutral w some fem indication later on)

forwards reckon rebound

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-Boothill was a sweet kid, a little dumb at times but he always gave his effort. Always curious and helping out on his families farm, helping his dads with his siblings as hes the 3rd oldest .

-He never gave much trouble as a kid, always listening other than sleeping in more or sleeping on hay sometimes.

-his family wasn't made of money, but he always had everything he needed or want.

-Growing up with the idea girls had cooties...as he eats crayons.

-he learns guitar as he got one for christmas, he goes to the local church to learn how to play it. He'd bring his scuffed up cd player to show the teacher the songs he wanted to learn.

-His parents take him out every weekend, teaching him how to hunt, ride a horse or how to shoot a gun.

-he has a habit of looking off into the distance. Wide eyes as he looked off into the sunset wondering what was beyond his small family and tribe.

-He loves stories, often reading picture books at the library or getting one of his parents too read it to him before bed. As well as sneaking into his dads room to watch his shows, his favorite being of an outlaw.

-His family went to church once in awhile, but always went during christmas. Boothill hated dressing up, but he loved the songs. When he learned guitar would join as well, playing christmas songs.

-Everyone in town knew him, he was always making a name for himself.

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-You'd show up in his life while he was in school, messily drawing on his math paper (instead of doing it) with his tongue out as the teacher announced a new student. As you were a new student in 3th grade, boothill being boothill would introduce himself as the class sheriff to impress you.

"I'm Boothill, the class sheriff! I keep everyone in line, and make sure they all do what they're supposed too!" he said in a confident tone puffing out his chest.

-Thats where it all began.

--

-the teacher put you beside him which made him often pout and utter that you had cooties, while he didn’t do his work.

-he often ‘patrolled’ during recess but in reality no one wanted to play with him. (Since he had two dads and he looked nothing like them) they didn’t like how different he was from them. So he decided to give you a shot, since you also only sat on the swing set.

‘Hey..’ he said with a slight frown ‘..I’m not busy today patrollin’ wanna play’ he asked looking away with a small dust of pink on his cheeks

‘..sure, you can push me’ you said perking up

—

-after that you’d always sit on the swing set together, as he’s talk about anything and everything. How he didn’t like waking up early, how his youngest sibling kicked him in the shin, his horse, how Nick complimented his shooting. He loved talking about his family

‘..maybe you should come over.. you’d like the meatloaf my daddy makes’ he said kicking his feet against the dirt ‘if you want too.. it’s a big White House with a barn ‘bout 10 minutes from town’

‘I’ll ask about it, I’d like to see your animals. All we have right now is chickens, and they get annoying’

You went to his farm, his family was happy he'd made a friend. That was the first of many visits!

--

-You two soon became inseparable as you grew older and closer, everyone in town knew when one was around the other probably was too.

-Always going to school festivals together, shopping, staying out at night, laying in fields at night looking at the constellations, coming home wet from splashing each other with water.

-It was a romance from the novels you read, the only part left was the confession. You often thought about it, 'maybe this week..' you'd think as another day went by and he hadn't confessed.

-Until that faithful day

-The sun was setting, it was a day like any other. He seemed a bit on edge but it was normal.

-

He was sitting up, his chin resting on his shoulder as he stared out at the cornfield near his house mindlessly. The sky a peachy tint as you laid on his sheets, looking up at him admiring his long hair and jawline. '...I like you" he said softly his gaze never leaving the window.

'really?' you couldn't believe it, finally it happened. 'I like you too, ya know' you replied still admiring his figure. His gaze meets yours and eventually his lips. The same lips that introduced himself in the past, chapped yet soft.

You'd never felt more in love.

-

-the next few weeks didn't change much, kisses here and there and he'd get more touchy. But he also spoke more about the future, how he wanted to either build or fix a older house. He wanted a small family, a farm and barn animals.

'I'd like to fix up that house at the end of town" he said leaning against the barn door looking off into the distance once more, as you looked over his barn cats kittens. 'You think you could?' you add standing up and leaning in front of him

'Yeah, make it all nice and pretty for you' and smile wrapping a hand around your waist. 'A pretty kitchen, cozy livin' room, big room..' he said with a small giggle kissing your nose.

'it'd be a dream baby'

-Soon after he told you he was dropping out of school, he was 17 and decided he didn’t need to further his education. And just help out his dads on the farm, while he scrapped together some money. You were mad, but understood he had a different path and mind than yours. Even if you tried arguing with him that he only needed 2 more years to graduate, he’d blow it off and just go fix his truck.

-but while you were at school getting educated (weirdo) he eventually fixed up the old house at the end of town he always spoke about. He’d also made a small ring, with a single stone on it. He could afford a real promise ring, but he thought this one was more special. Even carving their initials on it.

-one day when you both were old enough, and you were out of school be finally brought you to the home. And promising to stay by your side.

‘Your lyin’ you said looking at the delicate ring

‘..no? I want you to be by my side, while I save up for your weddin’ ring’ he said softly slipping it onto your finger.

‘Cause your my past present and future’ he said pressing pecks all over your face.

-soon you both lived together, slowly building your life on the farm, getting chickens, moving his horse from his family’s farm to your forever home. It was a dream all over again

-it was mundane, you would tend or the animals and boothill would fix things and do the heavy work or sometimes you’d do the heavy lifting and when he’d leave for a few days. At the end of the night you’d lay in bed together. You wouldn’t have it another way.

-when there wasn’t work done he’d sit out under a tree playing his guitar, watching you put his shirts on the clothes line. As he hummed and played love songs.

He’d sneak up on you snatching you into his arms and tackling you into the grass. As he admired your laughing face.

-19 was when he found the baby girl in the cold, lost in thought. When he heard the cry, and your lives changed once more. Now a family of 3.

-it was hard, you didn’t make much money. But his family had hand me downs, boothills old crib and toys. You’d sew her dresses, boothill would attempt at making hats and mittens for her as well.

They were always too big, and he’d say she’d grow into them while the girl sucked on the fluffy oversized mitten in his arms. Looking up at him with wide eyes, he wasn’t even 20 and he felt fulfilled.

-when she was a little older and starting to crawl around and walk a little, he carved her a small cherry wood guitar.

She couldn’t play it, but when he had his out he gave her the small guitar so she could ‘play’ along side him.

-he loved the days where he’d sit outside and the little one was waddling around picking up dandelions and handing them to him

‘Oh for me? Their so pretty darlin’’ he smiled softly ruffling the girls hair and letting her waddle around more as she babbled to herself.

-sometimes he’d think of leaving but

-it was all perfect, a house he’d fixed, a barn with animals, his perfect lover, a daughter, all he needed was to make it official. An engagement ring.

-he was saving for months, finally he had the money to buy the one you were eyeing at the store.

‘I’m going to the market’ he announced putting the bills in his wallet.

‘Can’t I join? I got a bad feelin’ Boothill, them ipc people don’t like the town’ you said.

He hesitated ‘it’s just my usual errand nothing special’ he replied kissing you. ‘I’ll be back take care of her for me’ he smiled kissing the girls cheek.

—

Only to return to ashes, he’d heard two workers joke about this very tragedy. He thought nothing of it. Not till he heard the explosions, and saw the flames. He couldn’t bring himself to go inside, he can’t imagine what it was like.

He couldn’t bring himself to tears, those twenty years he’d spend building his life with you gone.

The ashes of your once blue home, the farm on fire. He couldn’t bring himself to search for your bodies, he barely made it to find your family pictures.

He didn’t sleep, for 3 days and then he slept for 3 days straight. Before leaving behind two crosses over the sight.

And he finally left the planet, he spent a few months searching before he found a doctor that could help him.

He decided he needed to end his life, to kill his current self. Leave his past, and that’s exactly what he did. His mechanic fixed him.

All he remembers is the taste of metallic in his mouth and seeing his heart removed, as he died.

His rebirth into Boothill

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Basically a yap session and excuse to talk ab him again after the 2.6 story line :P might add or not

Hope you enjoyed 😣

tags :3

@jassy-ine @shuzoku @sneakylilbartender @kita-01 @edxo @blueangelstone

[cceerreess]

Agere!Bruce & CG!Alfred moodboard

Headcanons

🧽• Bruce loves to imitate Alfred, if Alfred is cleaning then Bruce is cleaning fake dishes in his play sink

🫐• Bruce is always watching over Alfred's shoulder when he does puzzles, so now Alf makes sure to get Bruce a kid word search to do alongside with him

🧽• Bruce's main regressed ages are quite small (baby to young toddler)

🫐• He loves laying on the couch and watching old classic movies and musicals with Alf (it lulls him to sleep)

🧽• Alfred is very happy to be able to take care of his boy again

🫐• Bruce adores tending to the garden with Alfie (Bruce mainly just picks up bugs and plays in the dirt)

🧽• Whilst Alfred loves to spend time with Bruce, he always makes sure Bruce goes to bed at time (Bruce is very stubborn when it comes to bedtime)

[craigspacemancraig]

nicole daniels headcanons!

loves dnd and everything fantasy related. when she heard about the stick of the truth game everyone played, she was unbelievably jealous. she eventually made her own character just in case they all decided to play again.

prefers to dm and keeps all her world building and planning in the basement so her room isn’t a mess. she does still have a stack of board games and dice in room that she’s too protective of to keep in the school club room.

doesn’t play basketball too often (she’s more into cheer and volleyball), but she’s very knowledgeable on college basketball and wnba lore and never misses watching a game.

has a collection of bath and body works sprays extremely organized in her room.

doodles flowers and hearts on all her homework and tests. has a bunch of glitter pens and other pretty stationary to draw on her and her friends’ hands when they get bored.

likes crafting and is learning how to sew. she makes most of her hair clips (painting designs and gluing charms to them) and paints her miniatures in her free time. she’s good at sewing up holes in clothes and adding lace/patches to anything she can find.

as a “new kid,” she’s still very out of the loop about most of the stuff that has happened in the town. even the things she has been there for, she doesn’t quite understand.

certified cozy gamer, especially sims 4. she runs her custom content folder is run like the navy. she’s made everyone in their grade and goes on calls with the girls all the time to come up with new outfits and plotlines.

dividers from here!

[compale-writes]

Hihi!!

don’t pressure yourself to answer this straight away as I know you would be busy ❤️

Anyways, considering Sebastian’s past, he has such potential for angst like- Would you be willing to do a scenario or Headcannons on how y/n would comfort him while he’s feeling down or insecure about himself??

(I love all of your Headcannons on him ong.)

- 💫

Oooh comfort headcanons!!! >:•3 Fish boi needs comfort obviously :•3 Thanks for requesting 💫 anon!!!! :•D

• Once you find out he isn't feeling his best, you try your best to make him feel better.

"You're giving me this? Why?"

"To make you feel better, Seb."

"R-really? Thanks, {Name}."

• You obviously tell him that you can't imagine how bad he must feel about himself at the moment but you're willing to try to make him smile.

• He smiles at that, thanking you as he feels himself feel a lot more better than before.

• After he's feeling a lot better, he purrs at you. Not in a bad way but like to show how much he appreciates you.

• As a reward for you comforting him, he allows you to sleep on his tail.

• He'll even give you a discount too.

Divider by @/cafekitsune

[forsaken-headcanons]

Here's a crack ship for you 1x1x1x1 forsaken x hatred blocktales true hatred - 💫 ✝

oh my freaking goodness. yes. we fw this too actually

DUDE WAIT imagine Hatred getting forsaken in its Builderman form LMFOAIDIFJ

it ends up sometimes replacing the actual Builderman in rounds and the first time it happened 1x was pleasantly surprised to see an approving Builderman joining him in the slaughter /silly

[lay-z]

Also, ghost is like 99% percent a whimper. Like you can’t be as quiet as he in and NOT whimper

-🧍‍♂️💫

He's breathing hard, deep and deliberate through his (crooked) nose, trying to keep it together at first, but once you've been together for a little while? Ugh, that man's gonna be SIGHING IN RELIEF when he sinks his cock into your pussy.

He prefers missionary, because it allows him to hide bury his face in your neck when he fucks you slow, because that man is BLUSHING FURIOUSLY while he's whimpering.

Watch out when he notices how your pussy throbs and ripples around his shaft, how much wetter you get whenever he does let out a wanton sound, though.

He'll be in your ear like a fucking cat in heat.

[moodient]

Headcanons on what I think the Arcane Characters smell like:

<- masterlist

disclaimer: MY OPINION!! MY OPINION!! MY OPINION!! thank you.

let's start off with jinx:

- main smell: gunpowder

-hints of blood, electricity, and spray can fumes, also a tiny hint of hair dye and crayons.

-modern smell: artificial tropical fruit flavor and still gunpowder. she smells like an energy drink.

vi:

-main smell: sweat and ink

-hints of cologne, leather, alcohol and metal.

-modern smell: strong men's cologne but her musk mixes well with it! (I also love to think she uses axe body spray but that's for shits and giggles.) possibly musk and cedarwood.

caitlyn:

-main smell: lavender soap

-hints of metal (coin smell precisely), more lavender and baby powder

-modern smell: of course soapy smell, but she smells like money and still lavender. expensive but floral.

cassandra kiramman:

-main scent: very floral, lavender and lilac is absolutely her scent

-hints of musk and vanilla

-modern scent: she absolutely smells like privilege and money so she smells like heavy vanilla, saffron and oh, tea leaves!

mel:

-main smell: expensive perfume

-hints of old papers, roses and a tiny bit of blood

-modern smell: she smells expensive but hints of mango and sandalwood in it. I definitely see her a summer girl scent girl. but she's a summer girl with money..

isha:

-main smell: crayons

-hints of sweat and chalk

-modern smell: she smells like gummy worms, that's all.

lest:

-main smell: freshly washed shampoo fur, like a berry flavored smell.. i'm thinking blueberry.

-hints of frankincense and smoke

-modern smell: she absolutely smells like old tarot cards and plants! i don't know but i definitely see lest as a plant momma.

sevika (BIG MOMMA):

-main smell: motor oil, smoke, and a slight cologne smell, it's quite unisex.

-hints of alcohol, gunpowder and metal

-modern smell: I know damn well, sevika smells so fucking good. she has a light men's cologne, something with sandalwood and sage. a powerful scent but subtle, and also.. newspapers?? or old book smell.

ambessa (MY HOT WIFE):

-main scent: milk and honey but also a heavy feminine perfume, something expensive.

-hints of blood and something sweet, like a light vanilla scent..

-modern smell: EXPENSIVE, EXPENSIVE, EXPENSIVE. she literally smells like a billion dollars. oud, vanilla, sweet almond, musk...even saffron, i can see her wearing something unbelievably expensive just because she can.

grayson:

-main scent: light women's perfume, but has small hints of mens cologne in it, she mixes it.. jasmine, vanilla, and sandalwood.

-hints of alcohol (whiskey??)

-modern smell: she absolutely smells like heaven, probably would she smells like the main scent but instead of whiskey, she has a slight wine smell.

a//n: i'll probably do a part two when I'm not drunk!! leave a comment on what you think! 💕

[mimicmimikyuwrites]

America (Alfred F. Jones) x Fem!Reader Smut Headcanons

Summary: Another one of my short, smut-filled rambles in the form of headcanons. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: Cunnilingus, Rough sex, degradation, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, SMUT, MDNI

First things first, this man is the opposite of submissive. Whether he's on top of you or below you, this man is not surrendering his control easily. He's one of the world's most powerful nations, and he's going to act cocky and assertive enough to portray that.

He likes a mixture of degradation and praise when it comes to you. Letting you know just how much of a slut you are for him is something he finds beyond hot, but he still wants you to know how good you're doing for him.

"Good girl." & "You're taking me so well." Are some of his favorites.

This man is either rough and fast or soft and sweet with you, there is no in-between. While he's outgoing, young, and attractive, he's still not that experienced when it comes to things, so he struggles to find a middle ground. Depending on how you like things, you're probably going to have to communicate what you want with him a lot; whether it be a simple "faster," or "slow down!"

He's still a caring partner regardless of his inexperience. Sex is supposed to feel amazing, so he's going to make sure you're both feeling good, but your pleasure always comes first.

Alfred LOVES to eat pussy. He will devour you if given the chance. He's messy and eager, but skilled. His end goal when eating you out is to make sure you're a broken, fucked-out mess, with no room for negotiation.

He's got stamina, expect him to be able to go multiple rounds if you're up for it. He's making you cum as many times as possible, too. It's like a reward for him that has bonus points if your legs are shaking afterward.

He's a thigh man. He likes to grab at your thighs and hold them while he fucks you, and after he's cum inside of you he likes to watch it drip down your thighs. The sight makes him feral.

He's also not opposed to just cumming on your thighs outright.

All in all, Alfred is someone whose eagerness and willingness to please makes up for any lack of experience he may have. I love him so much, thank you for reading my ramble.