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Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.
#vulcans#I don't think all Vulcans dress the same and headcanon that there's a buunch of different styles on Vulcan#BUT I DO think that older middle aged men flock together regardless of species#and that it's funny that Vulcan has like The Vulcan Hair[tm] - why'd they do that to themselves HEHEHE you're lucky your dad's telepathic#I really wanna see fashion subcultures for other plaaaanets in star trek#I wanna see Klingon Goth#I wanna see fashion styles specific to that species because of that species' culture#like how we have niche niche fashion trends#the other day I thought about it being Vulcan counterculture to do your makeup as if you've been crying#popular with teens but adults do NOT like it
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Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.
Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"
"Why Clark, we need a machine--"
"Run along now."
Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*
#saw a post about clark being super useful that inspired this one#when they see superman on tv they're like wow i wonder who that nice well behaved boy could be#smallville#superman#clark kent#superman headcanons#dc comics#batfamily
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Princess in Shining Armor
#echoes of wisdom#zelda#zelda fanart#loz#loz fanart#i had this headcanon that eow zelda really likes puns#like REALLY likes them#to the point that it starts to get on links nerves bc she just won’t shut up#like no one’s laughing#she’s the only one giggling#I might make art about that too
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favorite Bruce Wayne hc of the week: you’re allowed to follow him into the Cave to continue your argument, but he’s going to start undressing and pulling off armor while heading for the showers and if you get an eyeful, that’s on you.
It’s an effective tactic and stops a good 60% of those arguments in their tracks. The remaining 40% are usually intense enough to follow Bruce into the showers and yell at him while he’s casually showering off grime and blood.
#thoughts#bruce wayne#batman#dc#headcanons#he doesn’t care about nudity but#usually Clark does LOL#Hal Jordan doesn’t care he was military
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Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to
#UGH I ADORE MY DAUGHTER#she’s my little rockstar living her best life >:(#all of class A and B as well as the big three have such a soft spot for her and would definitely show up to any music event she performs at#aizawa is a proud dad and can’t believe his little girl is all grown up :(#I also headcanon that Eri sings songs that hint to bkdk to GET IT TOGETHER because she loves her bigger brothers and wants them to be happy#Eri believes in love and Kota thinks Bakugou is a lame old geezer who won’t do anything about lmao#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#my art#mha#bnha fanart#boku no hero academia fanart#my hero academia fanart#eri fanart#eri#Kota and eri#Kota#mha 403#bkdk#bakudeku#eri chan#Kota Izumi
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@mindboogling and i have been brainrotting over the unnamed Solace family members for like two days straight, the implications make me severely ill please take them Boog designed the sibs, i designed the mama. they dont have names idk what they should be...
#sebastian solace#mak's art#roblox#fan art#headcanons these are headcanons#we're just being silly over here#im extremely normal about his family#if he gets home they have to catch him up on everything he missed in the last 12 years#they bullied me into posting these/j
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desertduo are NOT beating the allegations rn
#double post my bad#also messier than usual because my pen was about to DIE#wild life spoilers#wild life smp#life series#life smp#trafficsmp#trafficblr#mcyt#goodtimewithscar#gtwscar#grian#gtwscar fanart#grian fanart#grian minecraft you cant just SAY THAT DUDE!!!!!!#this whole session fueled the winners remember past games headcanon tbh#fruut salad
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love you, love you, love you;
mr. crawling x reader
plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k
a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.
masterlist • ao3
Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.
Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.
And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.
Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).
So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.
You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.
Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.
You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.
You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…
That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.
That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.
So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.
You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.
The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.
Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.
Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.
It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.
Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.
Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.
“Close, close, close,” he repeated.
It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.
Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).
Words were never the problem, it seemed.
Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.
#homicipher#mr crawling#mr. crawling#homicipher fanfiction#homicipher x reader#homicipher x you#homicipher x mc#mr crawling x reader#mr crawling x you#mr crawling homicipher#homicipher headcanons#homicipher smut#mr crawling smut#homicipher mr crawling#yandere x reader#x reader fanfiction#cross posted on ao3#x you smut#x reader smut#xposted to ao3#i wrote this after a nap after playing the game for 4 hours straight and then i had this like dream about it#and i woke up ferally desiring mr crawling like it was insane#i wrote this with possessed and perhaps crazed love#i am very normal about fandoms thanks#yapping in tags again i see
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Headcanon that when Jason so much as says “ow..” on the comms the rest of the batfam immediately assume he must be dying.
#look Jason NEVER complains about being in pain#so it must be BAD#and after one close call#(and one death)#they’re not taking any chances#jason todd#batfamily#dick grayson#batfam#robin#bruce wayne#ghost talks#red hood#batman#damian wayne#tim drake#batdad#headcanon a
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Jason Todd babysitting baby Damian.
Jason looked around as Damian sat next to him. The little baby stared at the man with a blank stare.
Jason (rubbing Damian's chubby cheeks with his hand): Tiny baby. Precious. Soft. You are a cute baby.
Baby Damian smiled then giggled.
Jason: I can't believe you share his DNA, or her DNA or her father's DNA.
Jason booped Damian's nose making the baby giggle and cover his face.
Jason: All right, got that out my system. Let's go play in the dirt.
Jason picked up Damian and took him outside.
Jason: Battled my brother, taking care of my dad's secret son, getting paid. It's gonna be a good year.
Damian (happy): Ah!
Jason: Thank you.
#jason and damian#batfamily#batfamily chronicles#batman#jason todd#batfamily shenanigans#batfamily headcanons#young justice#the canon that Jason knew about Damian is one i fully accept#bruce wayne#talia al ghul#jason todd is good with kids#sweet revenge#super cute too#batfamily funny#batfamily comedy#batfamily fanfiction#batfamily fluff#batfamily feels#microfiction#flash fiction#script fic#headcanon batfamily#batfamily fic#batfamily microseries#part of my batfamily flash fiction#dc fanfiction#batfamily chronicles flash fiction#batfamily flash fiction
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13yr old Sirius telling 13yr old James that his "sister was absolutely out of limits" about 12yr old pre-transition Regulus.
15yr old James telling a very angry 15yr old Sirius that, in his defense, he had said his sister was out of limits, not his brother.
#this is canon i was regulus#marauders era#marauders headcanon#marauders#sirius black#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#all about fandoms#multifandom
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putting astarion's sewing skills to worthwhile use
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#astarion#astarion bg3#bg3 astarion#bg3 scratch#scratch bg3#owlbear cub#bg3 owlbear#i see lots of headcanons about tailor astarion making clothes for the companions#but some crucial members seem to get overlooked!!!
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Roommate!Simon Riley that looks at you and his heart squeezes, beats against his chest until it nearly hurts. something about seeing you in the morning makes something click in his brain - your hair messy and a little matted, soft pillow lines on your cheek, eyes half lidded and groggy. it makes him feel off, a sensation that makes his jaw clench. he wants to nip and bite at you, squeeze you, hold you tight and never let go. he’s not familiar with cuteness aggression, hasn’t heard of it and is unfortunately unaware
Roommate!Simon Riley that thinks something is wrong. he likes you so damn much, why does he want to nearly maul you every time he sees you? it gets him worked up when he sees you lounging on the couch in ratty clothes, an old pair of shorts and a stained hoodie. cute. his teeth are itching to just bite at you, fingers twitchy with the need to paw at you. that’s not normal, right? isn’t he supposed to see you and want to hold you gently? act soft and mushy like a normal coupl—? well, you aren’t a couple. he doesn’t know where this is coming from, but he only has one way to work it off
Roommate!Simon Riley that’s been nailing the same punching bag for over an hour. his knuckles are numb at this point, sore and starting to get bruised, but, damnit, he’s still thinking about you. the other gym members are silently avoiding him, eyeing him as he takes another swing at the bag. you looked so adorable eating breakfast, dropping your fork and grumbling— another punch. you looked so charming when you realized you put your left shoe on your right foot— another swing. another connection of his fist to the bag sends it flying, and Simon still wants to smother you lovingly
Roommate!Simon Riley that comes home sweaty and out of breath. he took a shower at the gym, but he decided to run home - took the long way. he hears you laughing, delighted little giggles spilling from your lips. he walks up behind you, looks down at your phone and hums, “What’s tha’?”, he asks. “Aah— it’s a baby hippo! Isn’t she cute? I just want to squeeze her so hard.”, you coo, swiping to another video. squeeze her? “Really? Why’s that?”, he asked, attention drifting towards you. “I dunno, sometimes you just see something cute and want to crush it a little, you know?
Roommate!Simon Riley that does know, and suddenly he feels a little less weird about wanting to squeeze you until you pop, “Yeah, I get it.”
#maybe a little off-putting!simon that stares at you?? hmmm???#constantly thinking about suffocating you against his chest while he hugs you so damn hard /affectionately#roommate!ghost#roommate!simon riley#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanons#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod#cod thoughts#call of duty#hit post
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By Your Side
#botw#botw fanart#breath of the wild#breath of the wild fanart#post botw#botw fan comic#totk#totk fanart#this happens between botw and totk#I was thinking about how link is still zelda’s knight in totk#even though after botw there isn’t any obligation for link to stay#so this is like#missing scene#headcanon#yea#the legend of zelda#zelda#zelda fanart#loz#long post
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demigods who know how much an average loaf of bread from the store costs:
leo — he was between foster homes a lot and often ended up homeless. he knows the cost because he's spent many times counting out the spare change in his pockets and praying he has enough.
percy — he and sally went/still go on grocery trips, and he rants to annabeth if the price goes up. want to know how the economy's doing? ask percy about bread prices.
demigods who do not know how much an average loaf of bread from the store costs:
annabeth — maybe back when she was with luke and thalia, but she's been in camp half-blood for most of her life. bread just appears on a plate in front of her, who is she to question it.
frank — he's a nepo baby.
hazel — she's been dead for 70 years. seeing what the price has been inflated to now may kill her.
jason — he was raised by wolves. lupa does not have time to worry about the inflation rate of bread.
nico — he was cut off from modern society for 70 years.
piper — she's also a nepo baby. and she spent a lot of time shoplifting, so the illusion of cost doesn't apply to her.
#pjo fandom#pjo#heroes of olympus#pjo headcanon#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#frank zhang#hazel levesque#nico di angelo#percy ranting about bread prices#“its gone up 40 cents annabeth. 40 cents. thats nearly 50”#“half a dollar more and its still the same bread. the economy is in shambles”#headcanon#these are my opinion they are not law
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