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[irreverentdisease]

part 6 of drawing danganronpa in no particular order: KIYO$!!@!! i love him so so so much hes my wife my love 🙏

i actually finished drawing him within a day bro i was READY. the headcanons took me a bit longer cause i have so many random little niche ones and couldnt decide which ones to include here 😓

[lamponellatempesta]

I don't think we have enough Brooklynn content, so here it is my contribution with this picrew!

This is a potential version of her a few years after the events of chaos theory where she compensated for the traumas she definitely suffered with piercings (as I think you see lmao) and tattoos, in the picrew they weren't available but to me she's totally a girl who loves tattoos. I personally really like her design with short hair, but even with this length of hair, she looks divine. I dyed her hair pink because the blue that was there didn't really convinced me, and pink is always a great option. From the pin on her jacket, you can definitely guess another of my headcanons about her.

[animentality]

[doodleswithangie]

headcanon that stan hates wearing glasses (for many reasons) and went without them for years until he really needed them

[Image Description: Comic of a younger Stanley Pines from "Gravity Falls." Alt text is provided and copied below the cut. End ID]

A younger Stan squints at his blurry reflection in the mirror, leaning in really close to see himself clearly. He sighs and grabs a pair of Ford's glasses on the dresser. Putting them on, he stares at his reflection. "Welp," he says, "this is unsettling."

He turns away from the mirror to adjust his tie, saying, "But it can't be helped." His reflection is now a disheveled Ford, mirroring Stan.

[mountainshroom]

If she has no fans call the ambulance cause I am dead

[bumblingbabooshka]

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.

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

[bats-and-the-birds]

Situation where Clark has formed a tentative working relationship with Batman, but somewhere in that time, Batman acquired Robin and, naturally, didn't tell him.

Clark finds out about Robin's existence when a ten year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear breaks into his apartment at two in the morning and shakes him awake because Batman's missing and Alfred's away and Bruce taught him that, in the case of emergency, Superman was one of the only people he could trust. Bruce just didn't think to tell Clark that he was, by all means, his son's emergency contact.

Clark: -wakes up to a small boy that he's never seen or heard of before in a cape and a mask with lenses that reflect light like a cat's perched on the edge of his bed in a pitch black room-

Dick, calmly: Hey, Batman's -- stop screaming -- Batman's missing. I need help.

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

multilingual batkids. they learn each others languages so they can mix and match. for example:

tim in french: have you figured out how we’re gonna tell b we’re not going to that gala yet?

damian in arabic: no i thought that was thomas’ job?

duke french: me? no jason said he’d do something

jason in arabic: hey don’t drag me into this!

dick in romani: i’m gonna kill him i really i am

steph in russian: who are we killing?

dick in english: ah! nobody! wait i didn’t know you spoke romani

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason in english: wait my greek is rusty say it again slowly

tim in greek: you’re an asshole

jason: …. you motherfucker

cass signing: nice drawing

damian in chinese: thank you

dick yelling at bruce about something he did

jason in spanish: what language is he speaking right now?

tim also in spanish: uh all of them i think

jason: does bruce even know-

tim: no he doesn’t

[damianwaynerocks]

saw someone say months ago that the best cover story for jason coming back to life in the public eye is to say he was in witness protection. and i agree with that! but id like to add: jason would make a public statement saying that the reason he was in witness protection is “i saw joker kill robin”

[ahfrickenfrick]

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

[lamponellatempesta]

JWCT COUNTDOWN

DAY 1: Favourite Character

This is the little piece I've written for my favourite character or my favourite girl, Brooklynn. It's located on the first night on the mainland after being rescued.

(Countdown gently created by @campbenji )

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It’s the first night at the hotel, the first night after returning to the mainland. It’s one o'clock in the morning, photographers and journalists still flock under the hotel where the 6 teenagers who survived isla Nublar and were brought back to the mainland that same day stayed. Brooklynn is looking at them, sitting by the edge of her room window, after getting washed and settled and putting on pajamas after months; she was still realizing that she should no longer need to run for her life, fight to survive and she would sleep in a real bed. She didn’t know if she would be able to. The relief of being back in the arms of her parents, Manuel and Noah, had been shattered by the cameras, the flashes and the questions of journalists, who once she knew how to answer, but not now. The only thing she wanted was tranquillity; she turned to look at her parents, who were resting in the other bed, a smile came out.

The cologne of her father Noah and the cinnamon scent of her papito Manuel filled her nose and embraced her, began to lose hope of being able to smell again those smells that reminded her home, They reminded her of the warmth of the people who raised her and tried to protect her from that world that was the internet. The internet.

Before it was his whole life, now she did not know how to react; she did not know how to answer the questions of journalists on her channel "I do not know" she had answered, maybe it was an evasive answer but it was the truth. She didn’t know. She didn’t know what she was going to do from then on; everything was hazy, confused and muffled.

She had to admit that she was already missing the silent nights of Nublar where the only audible sounds were the roars of dinosaurs and insects, you had to watch your back every minute, but there was peace, in a way, in the end it wasn’t so bad, she got used to it.

The background chatter she heard from outside made her head beat and she felt more trapped than she did on the islands, the thought of having to face everything on society again, What her old life entailed made her feel bad, she felt the tachycardia rise more she watched the photographers, the flashes shoot; she preferred to look inside the room, back to her parents. She breathed. Brooklynn decided to get up by passing his bed and going to settle in that of Manuel and Noah, among them and got comfy. She needed their warmth, their home smell, their hugs and their affection...their protection. The two parents soon embraced her and held her as tight as they could. They too must have suffered her lack and now she would not have rejected those attentions that she once called too much honeycomb; now she just wanted them.

The last thing she perceived was the cuddling of her father Noah stroking her hair and her father Manuel singing her the lullaby when she was little, the first night they slept together after her adoption. When everything was fine. When she was happy and felt it. It was again like that one night seven years before, in their London home; outside there was hell of the orphanage just left behind, but she was safe in her parents' arms.

That night it tasted the same; it had left the chaos outside and was safe in the arms of Dad and Papito. It was a new start, a new beginning, full of uncertainties, but Brooklynn felt protected and safe, like that night of the past. This was enough for her. This was enough. She fell asleep with a smile on her face and some tears that had crossed her cheeks. She would face the hell that was waiting for her outside, but she would face it the next day. Now she’s just a child finally safe.

[violent138]

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*

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[naylissah]

You know what?

(Draws your favourite ponies as POC)

This is for the weirdos in the fandom attacking artists for drawing headcanons🤭🤭