#MINI HEADCANON TIME

[littlecrittereli]

Okay I have so much to say about the wonderful sketch you just posted but the FIRST thing I have to say is HARD AGREE about the hammocks you can NEVER convince me that they all just sleep on hammocks or on the floor every night. At some point they must have bedrooms somewhere in that big ol' flying turtle.

EXACTLY??? like im sorry thats a giant ship, you CANNOT tell me they didn't have enough room for bedrooms. The ship was constructed with the intention of being a traveling research team, why would it not have bedrooms?

I can definitely see them pulling out the hammocks some nights maybe when they park the Tortuga in a really scenic spot and the weather is nice and they just wanna spend some time in nature. I can absolutely see them camp outside often. BUT WHAT IF ITS RAINING OR ITS TOO COLD/HOT?? liKE?? they do not just sleep in the hub im so fr

Anyways. I sketched up this little blueprint of what I think their rooms would look like/where they are positioned in the Tortuga. It is not accurate at all in terms of like... spacial awareness. IDK ITS JUST A SILLY SKETCH

[aseuki]

Taking a moment to touch on some more seasonal aspects of Reaper/Underworld culture! The Annual Office Party™ is an event that is much looked forward to, even if the ensuing consequences may be...less than ideal >:'D

Again, major props to @humming-fly and @alagaesia-overlord for helping put together the brain cells for this and for also let me drag around their OCs like the rag dolls at all times <3

Closeups of the polaroids in the first panel are also under the cut! 👇

[mikimakiboo]

Holding hands

When Nightmare was a kid in Dreamtale he used to always hold hands with Dream, whether it was for reassurance when scared, not to get lost when they went for a walk or simply because they felt like it, they would always be holding hands. It was comforting to them and especially to Nightmare since it was a break from the bullying, when he hold hands with his brother then he knew no one would come bother him.

After the corruption he couldn't hold hands anymore with his brother, obviously, or with anyone. At first he thought that he would be fine, but the lack of reassuring contact was actually very affecting him, he needed to hold hands with someone, to feel safe again, but he just couldn't, and holding his own hand only felt ridiculous...

But one day, after a fight with his brother where he was left greatly weakened, he went with his gang in an AU to collect negativity. All the time they were in this AU Nightmare felt unsafe, Dream or the Stars could arrive at anytime and he wasn't strong enough yet to fight back or protect his gang. He was anxious, panicking internally but trying to stay calm as to not worry his boys, but it was too much, and without really thinking, he reached for a hand to hold onto.

Everyone froze to look at him, but he didn't look at them, freezing too. Why did he do that ? Were they going to laugh at him now for showing such weakness ? Were they going to be disgusted by his pathetic need for reassurance ? Were they going to leave him ?

But as he was starting to panic he felt a gentle pressure on his hand and the gang moved again, without saying anything. Nightmare followed, looking at the hand now firmly but gently holding his, and for the first time in centuries, he felt safe.

[le-panda-chocovore]

Toji isn't a man of words, yet alone feelings. But he knows when he is in love, he just finds it hard to express himself. What he doesn't know is that it shows. He shows it, all the time, and it's so clear and obvious that Shiu feels his heart stop each time it happens. It's all in the little gestures, the soft looks, and the daily things Toji does when he's with him.

Toji doesn't sleep much, because he doesn't like to and because he's a really light sleeper, and noise can wake him. So he's often the first to open his eyes in the morning, but he doesn't move. He lets the sun rises by the window and lights up the room with its warm rays. He looks at Shiu still in the dream world, breathing lightly, and looking so comfortable. Toji never wakes him up, but he realizes immediately when Shiu stops dreaming. The first thing he does is kissing him. On the forehead, on the cheek, or in the lips, depending on the mood. And he teases, "Hey sleeping beauty, welcome back to the living world." And it makes Shiu groans, but he likes it. It's sweet, it's soft, and it helps him waking up better.

Toji isn't a good cook, but he knows Shiu is excellent at that. And Shiu hates having Toji in the kitchen because the man is a mess and makes a mess. He keeps talking nonsense and tries to eat the food Shiu's cooking. If not, he tries to steal food in the fridge. But Shiu can't bring himself to kick the man out when Toji slides behind him and puts his hands and Shiu's hips. Toji then lets his chin on Shiu's shoulder, maybe gives him a kiss on the cheek or the neck, and calmly hums. His grip is light enough to let Shiu move freely. Sometimes he asks, "what are you cooking today ?" and sometimes he doesn't say a thing. Sometimes he opens his mouth to ask for a taste of the food, and sometimes Shiu feels generous enough to let him have it.

Toji is a freeloader, he has no shame in that and doesn't plan to give Shiu his money back at all. But he can be nice sometimes, he doesn't like feeling in debt and Shiu has been generous toward him for a long time. So Toji tries to find ways to pay him back. At first, when their relationship was something blurry between Coworkers with Benefits and an actual couple, he proposed to suck Shiu's dick, or any kind of good sex. Now, Toji makes sure not to eat Shiu's favorite dish when he grabs something from the fridge. He finds pretty jewelry and perfume at the place of the target he just killed so he takes it and brings it to Shiu's place because he knows he finished Shiu's expensive shampoo the week prior. He buys something (food, clothes, keychain, some pretty decoration) with the money from a job he took and then "forgets" it at Shiu's place, and never asks for it back.

Toji doesn't like alcohol, but whenever they eat together he takes a bottle of wine out of Shiu's cellar to put it on the table, because he knows Shiu likes his breaded pork with some Merlot. And when Shiu looks like he had a rough day, Toji looks for some whiskey or soju and pretends he wants to drink something awful to go with the mood, but in the end he's just giving his glass to Shiu.

Toji is very soft after sex, he is actually a sweetheart once his desires are satisfied. He strokes Shiu's face and let his fingers runs slowly against his spine and smiles so lovely when he feels the body shivers against him. He asks Shiu if he's fine, if he wants to shower now or later, if he needs a drink or anything. And if Toji topped, he carries Shiu to the shower and helps him get clean, then carries him outside the bathroom to the bed, and he cuddles against the man until they both fall asleep. If Toji was the bottom, he would lean towards Shiu's touch and breathe deeply against his skin. He would leave little kisses on Shui's shoulder, neck, and cheeks, and he'd hum softly when his man slid a hand in his hair.

Toji knows his boyfriend is tense whenever he has to deal with some clients, and he knows Shiu is worried after a big job. Because people in the underworld aren't clean, and because the man gets people killed for a living, and they both know the risks. It happened before, it can and will happen again. Sometimes the family of a target tries to reach for him and take revenge. Sometimes a contractor betrays the engagement and tries to put Shiu to silence. And sometimes, Shiu is simply very tired to negotiate with rich assholes. He doesn't sleep well when this happens. So Toji rolls in the bed and spoons him, and kisses the back of his neck or head and says it's fine. He feels Shiu relax a bit in his arms, so he kisses him again and holds him closer.

Toji isn't a coffee drinker, even though he can occasionally enjoy a cup. But when Shiu spends the entire day in his office, answering calls and writing emails, not taking time for lunch and looking physically and mentally exhausted, Toji turns on the coffee machine and brings his man a cup, shuffles his hair, and teases him about the face he's making. Sometimes it convinces Shiu to give up and take a break, other times it lightens him enough to endure the work a bit longer.

Toji is an addicted gambler, but he decided early in the relationship that he would never use Shiu's money for his bets.

There are plenty of things that Toji isn't. First of all, he's not a sorcerer. It doesn't stop him from killing them, or anyone trying to hurt Shiu. There are also plenty of things that Toji is, and very few are positive. But for sure, Toji is a man in love, and the words never leave his mouth, but his kisses and his fingers and his eyes scream them as loud as they can every day. And it's enough for Shiu. It's plenty of enough.

[achromaticegoist]

She Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

stupid comic on why they grew apart

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this is just me projecting onto Bill (aka psychopathic Disney villain) don’t take this seriously pls 🤫🤫

Jheselbraum the Unswerving more like Jheselbraum the Tsundere

[aalien-s]

They’re very well adjusted/ref

[fluffypotatey]

I find it deeply aesthetically pleasing, character-wise, that Arthur and Merlin are both very much like their mothers, which is especially meaningful in Arthur's case since he's never known his mother beyond a single painfully brief meeting in "Sins of the Father."

Not only does Arthur look like Ygraine (which adds several layers to the clusterfuck of his and Uther's relationship) but it's clear that he takes after her temperament, too. Yes, he sometimes shows his father's temper, and yes, he does stupid things when he's in a temper, but unlike Uther, who literally took his prejudices to his grave and beyond, Arthur never stays mad at people, and he's overall a far more caring and kind person than his father, which is an interesting case of nature vs nurture.

And then on the other hand, we have Hunith, who told a mounted, armed brigand to go fuck himself, later fought another (also armed) brigand with a twig broom, harboured fugitives on multiple occasions, and raised an illegal magic child out of wedlock, and Merlin "Fuck the Police" Ambrosius, who got in a fistfight, got thrown in jail for the fistfight, called the prince a bitch to his face in a public market square, got in a second, armed fight all within his first 48 hours in Camelot, and then committed treason on a daily basis for the next 10+ years, compared to Balinor, who became a weird antisocial hermit that lived in a cave for twenty years.

couldn't have said it better myself bestie

also, there's a reason hunith and ygraine never met in the show. their dynamic duo would outshine everyone, they'd be unstoppable, untouchable, I FEEL ROBBED

[friend-lover-traitor-narrator]

Flufftober 2024 - Day 5: Hurt/Comfort

Ice gets a short glimpse of Maverick after hop 31, before Maverick gets ushered into the medical ward, before Ice and Slider get ushered into the medical ward, too. With every fiber of his bones, Ice wants to walk up to him, comfort him, tell him that it wasn't his fault. But he can't, he can just watch him from afar because they aren't friends. Basically, they are nothing to each other, rivals maybe if such a thing even exists outside fiction, but that's it. No connection that would justify comforting or being comforted by the other. Still, he wants to comfort him because it fucking wasn't Maverick’s fault. If at all, it was his, Ice's, fault. His jetwash. Him being reckless, just once. He could blame Maverick for that, pushing him to his limits and beyond. But he doesn't. It's his fault. Maverick has nothing to do with it.

He doesn't remember how he ends up on Slider's couch but here he is now. Slider is sitting next to him, talking. Ice isn't listening. He can't. Maverick's voice, distorted through the comms and panicking, still echoes through his head. Will probably haunt him forever. It's his fault. It's his fault. Only his. Maverick will never forgive him. Ice will never forgive himself.

He doesn't remember how he ends up with Slider's curls in his face but here he is now. It's dark outside by now and he's still on Slider’s couch. Slider's asleep, snoring softly, lying on top of Ice, chest to chest. It should feel uncomfortable and wrong but it doesn't. Slider's weight, the even movement of his body with every breath… it's weirdly soothing.

Ice knows he's just woken up but each time he closes his eyes again, he sees Maverick's empty eyes when they dragged him into medical, and his voice is ringing in his ears, desperate and frantic.

“It's not your fault,” Slider mutters. Ice doesn't know if he's awake or not and he doesn't reply.

At some point, he must have fallen asleep again because he wakes with a start. Slider's still on top of him, still asleep. It's still soothing but not enough. Reluctantly, Ice wraps his arms around Slider's torso, places his hand on the small of his back. Maybe it'll help.

“You'll be fine, Tom. He'll be fine, too,” Slider mumbles only seconds later and Ice removes his hands, feeling caught. This is wrong. It's wrong to sleep like this, so close to another man, but Ice can't make himself move away. He knows it's wrong but it feels too right, too comfortable, too soothing.

“How do you know?” Ice asks in a whisper.

“I just know. Trust your RIO,” Slider replies and presses his lips to Ice's shoulder for a second. “And now put your arms back around me. I want to continue sleeping.”

Ice doesn't know what he'll make of all of that when the morning comes but he does as he's told, wraps his arms back around Slider's waist, even nuzzles his nose into his curls and falls into a dreamless sleep.

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[rudimentary-rutabaga]

So I watched Toy Story recently.

Short comic I did in about the span of an hour.

[infernothechaosgod]

I already made a post about how I think mickey and oswald have diffrent anathomy from other cartoons/ their current versions

Tldr They can do all the old timey cartoon stuff like take off their limbs or streach em out lots while others cant

But I think I forgot to mention a personal headcanon of mine in witch oswald and mickey (julius too) instead of being born like a normal toon from birth Where made/sculpted out of ink (it really set in my brain when I found out minnies parents are shown, so are donalds and goofy's but never mickeys exept one mention in a comic)

That all being said to add onto diffrent anathomy headcanon, I like to imagine when mickey gets really upset and for once doesnt hold it in he starts melting, that sight is extremly rare and often he can quickly pull himself back together so anytime someone sees this they freak out

But since he can pull himself together quickly alot of people think they were just seeing things...unless he gets really upset then he just pulls an epic mickey 2 death animation

[sneeb-canons]

Its pretty easy to tell if Heart or Mind are gaving s nightmare.

For Heart, he usually starts mumbling or muttering in his sleep, stratching as his chest or arms. He also looks extremely upset, usually.

For Mind, his breathing gets exponentially faster, and usually he starts shaking. He usually starts to grab at whatever’s closest to him.

Somehow, they both can just… recognize when each other is having a nightmare. They just know, even when the signs aren’t obvious. Especially when the nightmare is more like a flashback than anything else. They usually wake the other up and wait until they’ve both calmed down before going back to sleep.

oh yeah and then soul is just there LMAO- he does have a similar nightmare-radar instinct to heart and mind though.

Headcanon #381

[blujaishah]

Is a Rudy x Mini wild west forbidden romance AU webcomic where everything and everyone has stupid names with vintage endings like Atlantfield and Nagsmallard something worth making

@fish-ofishial123 @silverstarssart

[le-panda-chocovore]

At some point, Megumi probably walked into Toji and Shiu having sex on the couch.

"I'm never sitting on that thing ever again."

Toji burst out laughing and Shiu automatically answered "You shouldn't touch the kitchen counter either then." The look on Megumi's face worsened Toji's laugh. The boy was horrified.

"Where else did you two fucked ??" He didn't want to know, he really didn't. But he needed to. He had to know what part of the house he grew up in had been ruined by the unsatiable libido of those two sick freaks.

"The bathroom," Toji started, and the aghast noise Megumi made was priceless.

"Bedroom obviously," Shiu continued. The conversation seemed to amuse him. "The car too."

Megumi had been picked up from school by that car for years. He couldn't believe this. He felt betrayed, and dirty. As if his whole life has been a lie and he only now discovered the reality of his world.

He knew his father and his husband weren't prude and innocent, oh he knew it way too well. He remembered the first time he had asked about the bite marks on his father's shoulder, worried that the man had been hurt by a curse. He also remembered when he found the handcuffs in their room while looking for an administrative paper he had given his dad a few days prior. And they talked about sex. A lot. With little to no consideration for the literal teenager that lived in that house with them, who certainly didn't have to learn that his father likes the taste of Shiu's cock.

So yeah, Megumi knew they were a horny kinky shameless couple. But he couldn't imagine it would be that bad.

"Oh, and the entrance hall too," his father added with a thoughtful smirk. "The last one was reeaaaally good, by the way."

"The last one—" Megumi decided mid-sentence that he did not, in fact, need to know the details of how many times his father had fucked or been fucked, nor where did that happen. "You guys are disgusting."

Then a thought –a hateable disrupting but awfully plausible thought– crossed his mind. He stared at them carefully, and regretted his question before even the words went out of his mouth.

"Did you . . . Did you two ever have sex on my bed ?"

Both of the adults blinked at the same time. The three seconds before their answer were hands down the worst in all of Megumi's existence.

"Eh," Toji said.

"Hm," Shiu completed.

"Oh my gods," Megumi screamed.

He hadn't even put down his stuff since he came home, but he was already walking back to the door and grimaced when he put on his shoes in the place where he now knew they fucked in. He didn't stop when Shiu tried to explain that they were joking, nor when Toji joined him in the entrance hall to tell him that no, that never happened. Megumi didn't trust him. He didn't trust any of them. He should never have trusted them since the beginning. He opened the door and left without a word, because he already talked to them enough. He didn't want to do anything with them anymore.

"Where are you even going ?" Toji asked, but Megumi was already on the street.

They didn't try to run after him. They received a text a few hours later, while they were -again- fucking on the damn couch. "I'm sleeping at Itadori's place. Don't try to contact me." it said. They let him be, not really worried about him.

Megumi stayed there for an entire month before finding the mental strength to finally put a foot into that house. The first thing he did was clean up the whole place with several products, and changing his sheets.

[noyzinerd]

In order for Derek to have a teenaged son, he also had to have been the father of a toddler at one point.

This means when it's time to roll out to disband a rogue hunter ring, and they get into Derek's newest, badass muscle car with the tinted windows, and Derek dons his sunglasses and says gruffly "They don't know who they're dealing with", that the moment he turns on his car, the Paw Patrol soundtrack immediately blasts from the speakers at full volume.

Or that, once in a while, the pack will hear Derek mindlessly humming a song that's gotten stuck in his head from countless repetitions every single day (because "Again, 'gen, 'gen, Dada! P'ay 'gen!"). And at some point Stiles, being fluent in memes and internet culture, is the only one to recognize the tune and ask "Wait, are you humming Baby Shark?"

And if you think Derek's control was solid before, that's NOTHING compared to the zen master level of composure he has now. When the hunters manage to capture Derek and Stiles and attempt to make Derek turn, they don't realize that, yeah, those sticks with the sonic pinging sound are loud and annoying, but have you ever had to deal with the demonic bat screeches of a 2-year-old for 4 hours that first night after he's not allowed to sleep with his pacifier anymore?

And, sure, being electrocuted loosens a werewolf's grasp on the shift a little bit, but have you ever had to hold back a shift because your child is having a complete meltdown in the middle of a Costco because his sock feels a little funny, and even though you fixed the problem, the ordeal happening at all was traumatic enough for him that it required rolling around on the ground, an additional 7 minutes of screaming, and an attempt to throw eggs out of the cart?

And the "torture" is laughable. Okay, wolfsbane makes you weak and lethargic and makes your skin burn and makes it hard to breathe and makes you throw up black goo, BUT have you ever had a random little girl throw sand in your kid's face, making him cry, and then, after telling her "No! We don't throw sand!", have to deal with an indignant mother yelling in your face because "You do NOT tell my daughter what to do! She is NOT your child and should NOT have to grow up in a world where any man can demand things from her!"?

You want to talk about torture, do you have any idea what 2-Year Sleep Regression is? Do you have any idea what it's like to wake up at 3AM to shrieking and then deal with a cranky toddler that refuses to take a nap, all of this FOR 6 WEEKS STRAIGHT?

Or how about when your 3-year-old has a tantrum because he asked for strawberries and when you give him strawberries you find out he actually meant blueberries but when you get him the blueberries, he has an even bigger tantrum because how DARE you put away the strawberries he didn't want in the first place?

There is a visible moment in which the hunters question whether or not they've made a mistake and accidentally captured two humans.

And after the two of them manage to get out of that mess and back to relative safety, Derek notices a cut on Stiles arm.

Stiles has to bite back a laugh when Derek, without even realizing he's doing it, sticks a Lightning McQueen bandaid on Stiles' cut before kissing his boo-boo better.

[jamethinks]

My unnamed Twiyor fic is about twilight buying Yor a house in preparation for the termination of the operation (ie ensuring she’s in a good position for when he abandons her) and he decides to buy and old run down house and let her renovate it to her hearts desire. The dilemma I have (because I’m deranged) is trying to figure out what style of house they should get. Initially I considered a doing a French townhouse possibly with 4 storeys, basement, main floor, chamber floor and then an attic floor where Loid would be. It would also have a servant stair that would be concealed as an alternative escape route as well as a cellar under the house for extra extra security.

However, that style of houses aren’t very popular in Germany, the Tudor style is more common but I’m having a hard time finding a layout that fits their hypothetical needs. It needs to be big with a proper yard but also discreet and doesn’t stand out, also has to be detached or at least a corner lot, gotta in Berlint since that’s where they work and Anya goes to school there and only Loid drives. It obviously doesn’t need to be too large but Twilight wants to spoil his girls idk what to tell you

I personally hate apartments so I do want to move them out. It would style belong to Loid and eventually Anya. The original story had him and Anya living abroad and Yor in the townhouse with Bond. The house abroad was more of a slick modern mid century style house, buried deep in a forest in upstate New York. Obviously very spy inspired, like something James Bond would live in. As for Yor, I have her a pretty townhouse that was just seeet and pretty and full of life with again lots of secrets and hidden rooms to reflect her personality.

The second WIP would be where Anya returns to Ostania and lives in the old apartment so it doesn’t become useful again but I want it gone.

Also I just think twiyor working on a project together would a good way for them to talk and bond idk idk

[cynameru]

hi what if i told you i'm no longer sane