#do these classify as headcanons??

[acupofteaintheafternoon]

What if you and Edgeworth shared a spotify playlist?

i'm goooing to wait until someone asks me a question about my blog and why did i start it (and wait for requests)

pretend that this actually happens and spotify exists in the ace attorney universe

So yeah, you both have a premium spotify account assigned to each other (he doesn't pay for yours this time, your money)

Be careful with what you add there.

I imagine he’d come up to you and genuinely ask why the flying fuck did you add an erotic song in your (his) playlist

‘’Who is this artist called Ayesha Erotica and why do you listen to her? I don’t quite understand what you see in her songs.’’

He is capable of deleting some of the songs you added there so watch out(you can add them back just to annoy him)

He adds classical music , that's all. Nothing much nothing less (STEEL SAMURAI SONGS IN THE PLAYLIST)

Bro made a spotify account just to listen to his favourite classical music artists (AND STEEL SAMURAI–) you know this man is dedicated 

He is too ashamed to say that he added metal music in it (because his sister dragged him to different concerts while they both were kids) so he turns it down saying that you added it and forgot about it

But what about your music? What about it? You both share a playlist so you have to listen to each other’s tastes

Well to start off with the basics, he’d listen to anything you add in that playlist (yes even the erotic songs that he talked to you about)

And this is how he gets introduced to different genres of music, not just classic or the famous most recognized top 0.0001% Steel Samurai themes

He is genuinely praying for your wellbeing if you listen to something like Ayesha Erotica (he is traumatized, *deeply*)

He has to be sincere with himself (which he isn’t 90% of the time) but he enjoys some of the music you added there

In 90% of the cases he doesn’t mind the lyrics of the songs or the meaning of them but if an explicit or a REALLY sad one plays then he skips it. Simple

If you somehow as an ‘’accident’’ add a brainrot song there then he’d cringe on the spot and ask his inner self ‘’Why out of every song of this existence, why this monstrosity? I absolutely despise it just why this? Why?’’

Torture him with that music nonstop and you'd get an annoyed Edgeworth that will simply ignore you for 1-2 days

Universally (just me), we can all agree that he would like Bad Apple!! if you add it on your shared spotify playlist

If you both share the same music taste (classical music) then boom you can consider you both married and neither of you has proposed

Let Edgeworth decide on the picture of the playlist and for the name, he would leave the playlist be named the name spotify puts when you both don’t know how to name it and the picture be nonexistent 

''Is it really that hard for someone like you to customize a playlist? Fine, I guess I have to do it for you.'' (proceeds to leave it with the automatic settings)

He loves you no matter what and you both sharing a playlist made him happy 

[javaghoul]

the text books/research papers a decade or so after ghoul legalization: how do they refer to ghouls? Are they classed as Non Human Animals like dogs, cats, higher primates etc?

Does a new category open up? Humans/Extra RC Cell Beings/Non Human Animals?

U just know that a bunch of scientists and linguists will spend years and tonnes of funding debating this shit before putting "Ghouls" in the dictionary.

And I bet they'll do it without consulting one ghoul in the process.

[aroaceleovaldez]

my notifs recently got me thinking about the very random concept of "what if there is a second, secret CHB. directly below normal CHB." and i ended up brainstorming it in the discord.

context for how this originated: one was just a random notif on my post talking about the tunnels under the Hephaestus cabin, and the other was some tags from @drksanctuary on my fake readriordan article mentioning the idea of a chthonic demigod camp.

so. my brilliant (read: "smashing my 2 brain cells together") idea: the elaborate and seemingly infinite tunnels under cabin 9 are remnants of an abandoned underground CHB that exists directly underneath camp. It's basically just normal CHB except in a big cave system, probably connected to the labyrinth somewhere and has the separate tunnels, and instead of the Olympian cabins it has chthonic cabins. there's probably also some infernal nymphs and etc down there too. since all chthonic demigods can learn to shadow-travel they probably used that to get down there, and a lot of chthonic demigods probably have geokinesis just by nature, ergo the tunnels (for when they don't want to shadow-travel, or can't).

in brainstorming with the discord we decided it could be cool if some of the cabins lined up with the above-ground cabins, either for thematic purposes or associations or whatever. Like there's maybe a Hermes and maybe Poseidon cabin in the chthonic CHB too that just link to the above-ground ones, but also like Persephone cabin lines up to Demeter cabin because of course it does. and maybe Hecate cabin lines up to Cabin 8 cause Artemis is sometimes 1/3rd of Hecate. Maybe Angelos cabin is beneath Cabin 1, and Zagreus cabin is beneath Cabin 12. Things like that.

The other ones i thought of were either Hypnos or Thanatos cabin lines up with Apollo, because twins, and the other is just right beside it (because twins). And Charon's cabin is beneath Cabin 9, ergo why the tunnel system connects to it (because Charon. Ferryman. Surface access. It makes sense in my brain).

[becauseplot]

it’s late at night so i’ve decided fuck it, time to share my tiny q!phil headcanon: q!phil is stuck in the limbo of “i don’t know if what i feel for you is platonic or romantic or physical or aesthetic or some secret other thing but man i sure do have Feelings for you, that’s for fucking sure” towards q!missa. phil looks at missa and his brain goes “‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️” and simply does not elaborate at all whatsoever. friend-shaped? partner-shaped? just-has-a-really-wicked-sense-of-style-shaped?? who fucking knows, but man, missa sure is!!! he sure is. yep.

[prowerprojects]

Headcanon:

Tails has no natural affinity towards interfacing with the chaos emeralds and usinf their power, etc.

He wouldn't be able to perform Chaos Control or go Super on his own no matter how hard he tries.

Knuckles can sense the Emerald energy (even the shard from the fake one that Tails made), andnmost regular people can feel that there's power inside them when they hold them. But to Tails it's just rocks.

He still knows they have the power. Obviously. (On top of everything, a Chaos Emerald radar was his first invention that he made in the series) But he can't feel it or connect with it.

[jekyll-doodles]

So it's clear that wakey wakey au Rubedo and Citrinitas prefer not to have one, but are they even capable of growing beards?

if they wanted to, suuure.

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

there's like this little devil on my shoulder pushing me to post a little thing about Gashudouin, but then the angel on the other shoulder is telling me that not only that would drag me down the Gashudouin rabbit hole, it would also not reach anyone in the best case scenario and make me look really goofy in the worst case scenario.

Guys what do I do

[hxperion]

Compassion: 4/10

𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 7/10

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 4/10

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 4/10

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 : 4/10

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 : 8/10

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 : 5/10

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 : 7/10 (oh this is a interesting one)

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 4/10

𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 9/10

𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 : 7/10 (he is loyal to those in his close circle. but still won't hesitate to throw you under the bus if he thinks you done something to wrong him)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 : N/A (this is very complicated for Jack and can be its own post)

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 : 6/10 (would be higher if his wife was still around)

𝐀𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 : 5/10 tagged by @kaibacorpbros tagging: @achroanimus @riiese and you reading this!!

[mike----wazowski]

ive wanted to project this fucking ocd episode onto a blorbo for ages but literally couldnt think of a plausible character for it to work with (i know i couldve just written an original story but shut up no i couldnt) and then i realised. chidi from the good place is literally the definition of moral scrupolosity ocd. I finally have justification to vent about ocd through fic <3

[macestro]

"There we go, Asami! Don't you look so pretty?" said one of the caretakers in the orphanage where she resided, placing her hands on top of her shoulders while smoothing out the creases of the dress that she helped her into, much to Asami's chagrin.

Even though that's her face, her eyes—herself that's staring back at her in the mirror in her room, nothing felt right. This body of hers, even, didn't feel right. She wants to jump out of her own skin, throw the dress on the floor—do anything else except this in this moment, yet Ito Asami knows that she can't. Despite how much she's said she didn't like being forced into girly norms, they still enforced them on her since that's what they deemed as proper of a growing and blossoming girl of her age.

It's times like these that make her wish her parents could rise from their graves and tell them to stop, however for now, Asami swallows down her objections, as much as she doesn't want to and just nod in response to her question.

Another part of her slowly shrivels up and dies by doing that.

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However, not all hope is lost.

Something she did landed her on Quilish Wammy's radar in his quest to raise successors much like he did with L, someone that she got to meet and forge somewhat of a kindling friendship with. They were fairly quiet, withdrawn, but that didn't stop her from trying to reach out to them however possible to continue to be their friend.

And then when it concerned the test that Watari—not Quilish Wammy—she promised L that she'd do whatever it took to ace the test with the highest marks possible so that they wouldn't be alone. And, sure enough, that promise would be filled by her. Instead of being known as Ito Asami, she'd be solely known as A, or Ace, two names that she vastly preferred over her birth name.

Though, an occasion like this deserves a significant change in one's appearance. After saying their thanks for the praise they received, they excused themselves to go to the restroom, saying that they needed just a moment alone to take care of something. Once alone, A takes a good look at themselves in the mirror, and with a shuddering breath, they open one of the drawers to find a pair of scissors and grab a fistful of hair.

Almost as if they've been possessed, they frantically start hacking away at their long, luscious locks in clumps—they're not 'pretty', they're not girly, they're not anything except themselves!

It isn't until their hair is roughly at their shoulders until they finally feel free to be themselves, to be A.

[codnasties]

141 🍆 headcanons 👻🧼🧢🚬 (🌽 link)

ghost 👻

ghost's cock can be classified as a weapon, because it ticks every single box: it's long, it's thick and is very fucking heavy. like have you seen the way this man walks? yeah, he has to carry that fucking thing between his legs, because he's a shower. he has that kind of dick that flares a bit around the middle - delicious if you ask me -. and breeder balls that hang low to to go with it.

i feel like ghost doesn't really care when it comes to hair, he tends to have a full bush, letting it grow as it wishes. but when he's feeling a bit cheeky, he may trim it a bit. and with said breeder balls, he cums a decent amount - more than average -, thick and gooey, definitely a pearly white. his cock is as pale as he is, but when he gets hard it turns a dark shade of red. also, he's uncut.

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soap 🧼

first things first, soap is a grower, not a shower. but his cock is on the longer side and a bit skinier. the stretch is still incredible and the way he sometimes isn't able to fit the whole thing inside of some poor things hole. his balls hang quite high up.

this man has a jungle down there. i don't think he has trimmed, much less shaved in ages. thick coarse slighly curly hair covering his balls and the base of his cock, it's dark colour contrasting againts his skin. definitely uncut. his bulboust tip a bright shade of pink when he gets hard. and he leaks, like a lot, the second he starts getting hard he always makes messes with his precum. he has runny cum, but it's lovely for the dirty shit he loves to do.

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gaz 🧢

i love the little consensus we all have that gaz's cock is pretty. because he does. a little darker than his skin with some protruding veins running along it - the kind that you just want to lick -. i would say that he has a quite average cock in lenght and girth, but it ain't about the weapon, it's about who handles it and how. and let's say he's a fucking expert at it ;)

i'm sorry to be that bitch but he's cut. but he has suck a big tip, the kind that stretches you out with just the first inch. unlike his fellow teammates, i feel like he full on shaves it. my biggest headcanon about gaz is that he cums a lot, thick pearly white seed that pools at his balls and covers his fist when he jerks off or loads someone's hole up when he fully fills them up.

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price 🚬

price may not have the length, but he does have the girth. this man has such a thick cock, and quite heavy at that. he's fully unable to hide his dick, even when soft it still quite bulges and strains against his pants. he's another one with some fucking full breeder balls, always ready to get some pretty thing leaking with his cum. of course, he's uncut, like yes king let that foresking show.

his top turns a pretty light shade of pink when he's aroused. he definitely has one hell of a bush,- fully unkempt, he doesn't even trim it. he used to keep up with it every time he shaved his beard, but he doesn't see a reason why he should keep doing it - and god bless him for it -. also, just the same way his hair and beard are greying, so are his pubes ;)

[sansaorgana]

— STILL PURE

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — Feyd yells at his daughter for interrupting him at work. His wife confronts him about his behaviour as she tries to explain to the little Countess that her father was never taught how to express love.

REQUEST — (1)

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Feyd is already the Baron in this fic but I assumed women cannot inherit on Giedi Prime so the daughter is "only" a Countess while her younger brother is a Na-Baron. I used my headcanon that if half-Harkonnen children have hair, then they're white because they lack pigment. I also wanted her to have big black Harkonnen eyes so badly... Basically, I wanted Feyd's daughter to look like this:

WORD COUNT — 2,990

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

STILL PURE

Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was circling around the big table in the conference room where the huge orb of Giedi Prime had been replaced with Arrakis’ one as one of his advisors was explaining the difficult situation regarding the spice production. The new wave of Fremen rebels who worshipped the long gone and deceased Muad’Dib decided to continue their idol’s legacy as they sabotaged the spice production controlled by The Harkonnen forces. The Governor of Arrakis was slowly losing control over the situation and Feyd would rather avoid going there himself. He was needed on Giedi Prime – especially now when The Emperor was on his deathbed. He had to be around in case something important would happen and everyone knew The Baron had his eyes set on the Imperial Throne. Feyd had to choose a new Governor of Arrakis or provide the current one with good advice, hoping for the Fremen problem to disappear soon. It was worrying him because it was giving him a bad reputation at the moment for having problems on Arrakis – it could make some leaders of the great houses to think he was not worthy enough to become the next Emperor.

Feyd’s hands were clasped behind his back as he circled like a shark and all his advisors looked down, taking a step back whenever he approached them. They knew his temper would only rise when he was angered whenever he would experience problems of such nature when it came to reigning over The Harkonnen properties.

“What does the Fremen leader say? Stilgar? That was his name?” Feyd barked at one of the scared advisors.

“Stilgar says he has no control over the cultists. He does not support their actions. He wants nothing but peace, my Lord,” the man bowed his head.

“How bad is it? The most important thing so far is to keep the problem on Arrakis a secret,” Feyd hummed to himself.

“Five percent of the decrease in the spice production income,” the other advisor answered. “Not bad, but can be noticeable in the amount we export.”

“We shall export some of our own private reserves to cover the loss. In the meantime, we have to deal with the cultists,” Feyd decided, already annoyed at the fact he had to sacrifice his own supplies just to cover up the careless governing of Arrakis which was not his fault. “Send more troops there, the operation should be classified confidential. Threaten Lord Volonov to take care of it. He’s got a month before I replace him with someone more capable…”

Quiet pat pat pat sound coming from the corridor was becoming louder and louder until the black doors finally opened slightly and the guard standing by them spotted a pair of two big black eyes staring up at him. 

“My Lord,” he tried to catch The Baron’s attention but Feyd had his back turned on him as he angrily explained the details of the operation to his advisors.

Little Countess Sevina Harkonnen gave the guard puppy eyes as she struggled with the heavy doors. She wanted to come inside and he didn’t know what to do. He was aware that his Lord Baron did not want to be interrupted but he didn’t want to close the door in the girl’s face either. He peeked outside but there was no servant around and The Baroness was not there either. He decided it would be better for the girl to come inside instead of letting her roam around the fortress alone.

She smiled widely at him and jumped inside the room happily as her white hair bounced. She was lucky enough to inherit most of her mother’s looks although her skin was paler, her hair lacked pigment and her pupils were nothing but two completely big black orbs – those were the eyes even her father did not have but they were a result of the pollution her mother’s body had been exposed to on Giedi Prime at the time of her pregnancy.

Not realising how tense the atmosphere in the room was, she approached her father as all the advisors and servants were making wide eyes at her. She stood behind The Baron and pulled on his shirt to make him turn around.

At first, he flinched at the odd feeling of someone pulling him. Who would dare to do that? He turned around quickly with an angry expression on his face but then he looked down and spotted his little daughter. She startled a bit at the sight of his annoyance but she kept staring at him with her big black eyes filled with love and excitement.

“What are you doing here?” Feyd barked at her.

“Can you play with me, daddy?” She pleaded with a big grin.

A few lords smirked at that and Feyd’s jaw clenched. Not only had she interrupted him but also humiliated him.

“Can’t you fucking see that I’m busy?!” He lashed out at her and she took a step back as her eyes filled with tears and betrayal. “Get out of here!” He pointed at the doors.

They opened at that very moment as the nanny entered the room and looked around, surprised at the sight of scared faces and the little Countess being in the centre of attention.

“There you are!” She opened her arms at the sight of the girl. “I’ve told you not to interrupt your father, he’s in the middle of a meeting,” she reminded nervously as the girl ran up to her and hid her face in the folds of her skirt. “Forgive me, my Lord,” the nanny bowed her head at Feyd-Rautha.

“You’re useless,” he drawled. “Get out.”

“Y-yes, my Lord,” the woman held Sevina’s hand and walked out as quickly as possible.

You left the nursery where your son na-baron had just fallen asleep. On your way back to your chambers, you passed by the doors leading to your daughter’s room and you froze at the muffled sound of sobbing. Concerned, you decided to enter without knocking.

Little Sevina was crying on her bed as the scared nanny tried to calm her down by rubbing her back and shushing her.

“What is going on?” You asked as the doors closed behind you.

“M-my Lady Baroness,” the nanny stood up and straightened herself to bow down slightly.

“What happened? Why is she crying?” You asked her in an accusing tone.

“I… I lost her out of my sight when we were playing earlier today, I’m sorry… I found the young Countess in her father’s conference room. She had interrupted The Baron during a council… I think he lashed out at her, my Lady…” the woman tried to explain nervously as her hands shook.

“You’re useless,” you sighed and she widened her eyes. “Get out, I’ll deal with that myself,” you pointed at the doors and she bowed down once again before leaving quickly.

You approached the bed and sat on the edge of it as Sevina raised her head to look at you. Your heart squeezed in your chest at the sight of her cheeks covered in tears.

“What happened, sweet darling?” You asked her gently while you caressed her back.

“Why doesn’t daddy love me?” She asked with so much pain and sincerity in her tiny, shaky voice that you nearly cried yourself.

You knew it wasn’t true. Feyd-Rautha loved his daughter. Even though he had been a bit disappointed she was not a son in the beginning – he had only said not to worry about it much; that the boy would come next. He had been treating Sevina as if she was made of glass in the first months of her life, so scared of accidentally hurting her because hurt was all he knew.

“Oh, Sevina, don’t think that…” You sighed and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Daddy loves you so much,” you assured her but of course she wasn’t convinced. “He would kill and die for you, little girl,” you added.

“I don’t want him to kill and die for me, mummy,” Sevina sobbed as those were the concepts she was too young to grasp. “I just want daddy to play with me.”

“He doesn’t know how to play, Sevina,” you fixed her ruffled hair while trying to explain calmly. “He didn’t have a mummy or daddy when he was your age. The way I kiss you or hug you and play with you… He has never had it, darling,” you felt a few tears streaming down your cheeks. You were angry at your husband for yelling at your daughter and making her feel unloved but you were also angry at all the suffering that he had gone through in his past.

There were scars and damages that could never be undone, no matter how much you loved someone.

“And you’re big enough to know that daddy shouldn’t be interrupted when he’s working. You know that he tends to get angry more easily then,” you reminded her. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wanted daddy to play with me,” she snuggled closer to you and you kissed the top of her head, rubbing her tiny arms with your thumbs and cradling her softly to calm her down.

Feyd had been back in your chambers already when you entered. You froze at the sight of him, irritated. However, he seemed to act as usual.

“Five percent,” he snapped at you, although not angrily. “We will have to replace the loss with our own supply so the other lords don’t realise we are expecting problems on Arrakis. That stupid son of a bitch Volonov can’t handle a few cultists and…”

“I don’t care about any of that,” you interrupted him and turned your back on him to approach your vanity table and sit by it, pretending to be more interested in reapplying the powder.

“What?” Feyd was visibly surprised as he watched you in disbelief. You had always been a support for him, especially in difficult times. You both had been plotting on how to take over the Imperial Throne and now you weren’t interested in something as important as the problems with harvesting spice on Arrakis? It didn’t make sense to him.

You ignored him and focused on brushing your hair now, watching him from the corner of your eye in the reflection of the mirror of your vanity table. He approached you, hesitantly.

“What do you mean you’re not interested?” He tilted his head as he leaned in, trying to intimidate you but you didn’t even flinch.

“I’ve just spent an hour calming down Sevina. You yelled at her,” you eventually looked up to look deep into his eyes. He took a deep breath in, irritated.

“She should have learnt by now not to interrupt me,” Feyd straightened his back and walked away. “She’s spoiled,” he added. “Knows nothing about discipline. It’s your fault.”

“She’s a little girl,” you turned around. “You can’t expect military habits from her. She’s your daughter, Feyd.”

“She’s lucky I only yelled. If I interrupted my uncle as a child like that, I’d be punished!” He raised his voice at you, frustrated that you were defending your daughter and making a problem out of something that he considered to be normal.

You hated it when he would raise his voice at you. You stood up angrily and yelled as well.

“Oh, so you think she should be raised the same way you were?!” You asked. “Alright then! Go to her room, grab her by the neck and flog her back with a whip just because she wanted to play with her father!” You pointed at the doors furiously as your eyes were burning with wrath. “Go on! I dare you.”

But Feyd didn’t even move. His jaw was clenched as he was staring at you speechlessly.

“Go. What are you waiting for?” You kept pushing him. “Go on.”

You kept looking into his eyes with so much intensity he eventually gave up and looked down, awkwardly as the guilt started to creep in. You won.

“You rejected her. She thinks you don’t love her,” your voice calmed down but it was still vicious. “And I was assuring her that you do but it felt as if I was assuring myself, too,” you added, just to hurt him. “I can’t stand to look at you, Feyd-Rautha,” you drawled and approached the doors to leave him alone but not without striking the final blow. “I can’t believe I wanted to give you children so badly,” you turned your head to look at him as he looked up, surprised at your words, “because you don’t deserve them.”

The doors opened in front of you and you walked out to go back to your daughter.

You were sitting on the black fluffy carpet in the middle of Sevina’s room. She was on your lap, with her tiny arms around your neck, cuddling you. There were toys scattered all around the floor but she wanted to take a break for the loving cuddles. She was very unusual for a half-Harkonnen and you were very aware of the fact she was making most people around feel uncomfortable.

Not only her father but everyone in the fortress were stiff around sweet little Sevina who was so full of life and curiosity, always wanting to hug everyone – even servants and guards. Wherever she went, there was a sound of laughter and a sudden feeling of warmth. Countess Sevina Harkonnen was the very first little girl living in that fortress in a long time and she was so different from all its inhabitants. She was too young to know that she was a daughter of Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen – a man feared all over the Empire. That her bloodline was cursed with death and violence. She was still pure and innocent. Perhaps she was a living proof that The Harkonnens were not born this way after all – but they were made in the endless cycle of abusive upbringing. You did not want the same fate for her. You knew she would have to get rougher with time but you hoped she would still remain gentle, too.

The doors to her room opened and you looked up. At the sight of your husband, you protectively put your arm around your little girl. You doubted that he wanted to do what you had angrily suggested before but you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t anyway. Sevina stiffened at the sight of her father and clung to you. It brought you pain to realise that at that very moment she was afraid of him.

“Sevina, we have to talk,” Feyd stood above you two as he started in a serious tone. You gave him a scolding look and your little girl hid her face in the crook of your neck, hiding. “You know perfectly well not to interrupt me while I’m working.”

Long silence occurred. You could see Feyd’s struggle as he had no idea what to do to fix this situation between him and his daughter.

“Sevina, apologise to daddy,” you looked down and she looked up with tears in her big black eyes. “You shouldn’t have interrupted him and you know that, darling,” your voice was soft and calm and she sniffed.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Sevina turned her body around to face him but she refused to look at him.

“Now, you apologise to Sevina for being mean,” you looked up at your husband and you spotted panic in his eyes. “Now,” you insisted sternly.

“I’m sorry for being mean to you,” Feyd crouched down to be on her level. She hesitantly looked at him. “Can I get a hug, too?” He asked and his voice broke a tiny bit. 

Slitting someone’s throat open was less awkward and unusual to him than to ask for a hug. Your heart ached for him but you were an adult capable of understanding his patterns. Sevina was not. 

Her heart was big, though, and she loved her father, so she would forgive him everything. She nodded her head with a happy smile and ran into his arms to squeeze him tight. Tears pricked your eyes at the sight.

“I love you, darling,” Feyd whispered quietly with his cheek pressed to the top of her head. “I would kill for you. I would die for you,” he confessed.

“But she doesn’t want any of that,” you explained. “She just wants you to spend time with her.”

“Is that right?” He looked down at his little girl and she looked up with her puppy eyes as she nodded. Her tiny hands reached out to cup his face.

“I love you, daddy,” she assured him. “Can you play with me?”

“I don’t know how to play, I’m sorry,” he admitted with guilt in his voice.

“I will teach you,” she hugged him again.

Feyd put his arms around his little girl and pulled her closer. You crawled on the carpet to give him a hug, too. You could feel that he was slightly trembling, so you leaned in to place a kiss on his temple as your hand caressed his head soothingly.

“It’s not weak to show affection,” you reminded him in a whisper. “I’ve never loved you more than when you are like this.”

Feyd laid his eyes on you. They were filled with a mix of pain, guilt and relief. At the end of the day, the only approval he was seeking was yours. You had him wrapped around your little finger.

“So, how do you want to play?” He asked Sevina as he caressed her white hair with admiration. She clapped her hands cheerfully.

“I want to be a Princess,” her eyes sparkled. “And you’ll be my guard.”

Feyd chuckled at that, showing off his black teeth. Sevina giggled as she had never found them scary.

“Soon enough, my darling one, you’ll be a real Princess,” he assured her.

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[pumkinzee]

TIMELESS ˏˏ HUSBAND!JASON GRACE

summary: Just headcanons of Jason being a SPLENDID husband because I love this man with every cell in my neurodivergent body

pairing: Jason Grace x gn!reader

tw: There is a small section of nsfw BUT there is a cut, so don't worry

This man is a MASTERMIND, obviously you talked to him before he made the "okay, it's the right time" decision.

DEFINITELY he will remember whether you prefer gold or silver, he would be devastated if he was wrong.

I thought long and hard about this...Jason wouldn't ask Leo to help him make his ring. 😔 first I thought about it and then I LAUGHED because it would be "lol my best friend made our ring" and it sounded stupid.

He spent HOURS going from store to store dragging Piper and Leo to pick out the perfect ring until he finally found it.

You were living in New Rome happy and content, yay!

He spent MONTHS planning how to propose, reading up on when it would be a good idea and when it wouldn't, thinking of all the possible reactions if you said no or if you said yes. He was ready

(He wasn't)

He would never admit that he cried when you said yes.

It was a small wedding, believe it or not. Not exactly simple, but somewhat small, with few guests and a lot of ambiance (courtesy of Leo) that made it sentimental and special for both of us

You were the BEAUTIFULEST bride/groom in the world

He would fight if anyone DARED to take the title away from you

He cried when he saw you walk in. Thank you for your attention.

Okayyy 🙄 maybe my intro was BAD but I couldn't just throw out the headcanons I wanted without a little bit of context. SO.

Since your relationship started you had lost the ability to open doors on your own, how did you think he was going to behave in your MARRIAGE?

The door of the car, of the house, of some restaurant, shopping mall, whatever. If it was classified as a "door" he would open it for you

He also pulls up the chair at the table, sits after you, gives you his jacket, helps you jump over mud puddles, puts his hand on the corner of the table when you bend over, walks on the side of the street, pays for all your dinners. That man does EVERYTHING for you

He's fascinated with carrying you. He's also a fan of lifting you up in the air and spinning around with you in his arms while bursting into laughter because he simply loves you too much

He would wear "I LOVE MY WIFE/ HUSBAND" shirts with the most serious face in the world when he goes out to the supermarket or something like that and you're not with him

He has at least one picture of you in his wallet

He sleeps VERY rigid, sometimes you get up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water or go to the bathroom and freak out thinking he's dead. As the weeks went by, he stopped sleeping on his stomach like a dead stone (if that makes sense) and made the decision that cuddling you was much more how

It's like hugging a big teddy bear. He's always the big spoon, even though deep down he's very much in need of affection and wants you to suggest being the small spoon so you can shower him with cuddles :(

Yeah, he probably grew up on strict schedules thanks to the Romans, but I'd like to think he had a hard time sleeping. So, when he was sleep deprived and it was after ten o'clock, I knew it would be a lost night. You both spend the evening sitting at the kitchen counter drinking tea and talking about life

The next day you spend most of the day cuddled up in bed doing lazy

Sticking to the strict schedule: he gets up before you and watches you sleep. He is deeply grateful to have you in his life, he fills your face with soft kisses to avoid getting up and tries to sleep a little longer until you get up

If he doesn't manage to sleep, he gets out of bed, tidies up the house a bit, and wakes you up with breakfast in bed

Whenever he comes home from work, he brings a bouquet of flowers with him

LOVES kisses on the forehead, my baby turns red when you give him one, he literally turns into a puppy in need of affection

nsfw cut!

He was very tense on your wedding night, he wanted everything to go perfectly

Let's talk about how this man has a kink with breeding

Yeah, you guys take care of yourselves. He's walking RESPONSIBILITY. But there are times when he begs you to let him fill you up.

I'm a faithful believer that he's got a happy trail

He's got a lot of it, he's the son of ZEUS, let's talk about that

He likes to use his powers

I mean, if he's fucking you with his fingers, he likes to release little sparks to make you squirm

He loves hickeys. I don't think he would like them in visible places as he likes to keep his sex life private, he doesn't like hickeys on his neck, although he would never tell you that

He is not very noisy, ONLY when he is desperate or submissive

(You once put a tie in his mouth to shut him up and he came in less than twenty minutes)

I'm sorry, but it's kind of hard to provoke him.

Maybe reveal more skin, lie on his legs, massage his shoulders

Idk, okay? I'm asexual lmao

But he SHOWS YOU he wants to do it when he puts his hand on your thigh and gently moves it to your inner thigh

Also when he gets behind you and leaves kisses on your neck....

Baby, take care of him for me, this man has a HUGE dick.

keep that information to yourself

nsfw cut!

GIRL DAD 🙏

If you have kids (more specifically, a daughter) he would find a way to play with them at all times in his free time

If it's a daughter, he would play tea parties with princesses, get her hair and makeup done and do fashion shows in ridiculous outfits

If it's a son, he would love to have those cliché moments where they play ball.

He just wants to be a good father and keep his family away from Zeus/Jupiter :(

My Latin American readers; imagine the 7 of them having a CARNE ASADA at Leo's house, surely, with their kids running around in the yard and playing

Surely he would like to have two children

Thalia is the cool aunt (and lesbian, idk) that every Christmas shows up with cool gifts.

He spoils your children a lot, he has even bought them candy and gifts behind YOUR back.

Of course you notice when you clean their rooms and see a mountain of candy stashed away like drugs

He's very overprotective, postpartum depression gave HIM

His favorite thing in the world is take your kids to work day

He never lets you pick up your kids from school, he has to go himself or he'll throw a tantrum

Halloween is just an excuse to dress up as Superman and earn some candy out of it.

Pets? Yes. DOGS.

Loses his glasses frequently (courtesy of your kids).

If either (or both) of them get any modifications to their powers, he'll get even MORE overprotective.

You'd try to convince him to buy the "If lost return to Jason" and "I'm Jason" shirts.

( eventually you do)

When your daughter has her first boyfriend and introduces them to him, you'll be the calm parent, he'll show why the title of Jupiter isn't just for show.

Poor guy, he will leave that house with a lifetime of trauma.

He's VERY sticky, you literally take care of two kids, a dog and a husband.

©pumkinzee

[cherryfennec]

no idea if you're yaking asks atm but what do you mean by the boomerang flower being man made??

(also I humbly request to use these hcs in the next time I write a mario related fic)

Hi! So about the Boomerang Flower.

Out of all the Flowers in the Mario Games we have seen so far the Boomerang Flower sticks out from the rest. Instead of a magical power/ability it instead gives you a physical weapon (as well as the shell and helmet that of a Boomerang Bro).

It's something that provides its user with things that wouldn't exist naturally in the environment (like fire or ice, clouds/bubbles relate back to water+air and the wonder flower exists because of stardust). Because of this I classified it as man-made in my take of the Super Mario lore.

Just like how we bred lemons (not naturally occurring fruit) from citrons and oranges, or how we made carrots orange, the Boomerang Flower was made by breeding the plants with desirable traits to reach a goal set by people. In this world we also have magic though.

The way I see it is that at some point in the past the inhabitants/creatures of the Super Mario world have acknowledged that The Original Flower has great potential for evolving (based on all the other Power-Ups it turned into under different environments). They decided to use that to their advantage and give it a new purpose. Since not everyone was able to use (nor at that point master) the magic from the Power Flowers to defend themselves, they instead made it turn into a tool. The easiest weapon to replicate was a boomerang, in which they eventually succeeded.

The Boomerang Flower we know today works like this: normally it behaves like a normal flower however when picked from the stem its petals harden and it becomes a solid shape, aka the boomerang to use. The only indication it used to be a plant is a small crack on the side that looks like this.

However it's insignificant enough that it doesn't hinder the boomerangs trajectory. As for the Koopa armour, I couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation so I might just call it magic...

Nowadays Boomerang Flowers are planted/spread around by chosen workers/adventurers in more dangerous and stranded places where it's hard to get help, so you can have an easier to use weapon/way of protection just in case you do run into trouble.

In the end thank you for the question and for reading, if any of my lore headcanons fit your imagination feel free to use em!

[chiaraswritings]

Batman Vs Bruce Wayne Headcanons: Date Night with fem!Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Smut, comfort. 18+.

Important Note: 18+ suggestive headcanons begin after the stars (✶ ✶ ✶), and will have a star (✶) in their intro.

Author's Note: Don't come for me, it's been awhile! For everything. This is my first time posting headcanons so I'm sorry if I didn't do them right. Nonetheless, I hope you're all having an incredible summer, and I hope you enjoy.

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☽ Batman

☽ Batman not wanting to take off the Batsuit until you have to physically take it off him. And then physically put the matching hoodie you got on him.

☽ Batman not being anywhere near finished with the case he's working on.

☽ Batman letting you sit on his lap while he "finishes up real quick".

☽ Batman grumbling because you saw him rubbing his eyes, and now you're worried about the blue light from the Batcomputer affecting him. "The computer is not the enemy, (y/n)."

☽ Batman looking over your shoulder to see who you're texting and rolling his eyes that you're actually playing a merging game.

☽ Batman letting you fall asleep on his lap, and when you wake up, he still has his arms in the exact same position around you as he did an hour ago. The only thing that's changed is the screen.

☽ Batman rolling his eyes fondly when you get bored by his research on the screen. "Technically, this is classified information. You're not even supposed to be reading this."

☽ Batman letting you order Chinese food to the manor from his phone. You abandon his lap only to run up and get it, coming back with the plastic bag. He only eats when you hold the chopsticks up for him (both of his hands are on the keyboard).

☽ Batman allowing you to steal kisses every so often, then complaining you taste like beef and broccoli.

☽ Batman giving you gentle squeezes to check in. He'll run his hand down to yours and squeeze, and you'll capture his hand with your fingers.

☽ Batman finishing his work and turning you in his lap to give you his full attention.

☽ Batman scoffing when you ask if you can watch a Disney movie on the Batcomputer, but it only takes a few moments of convincing before he grumbles and relents.

☽ Batman breathing in the smell of your shampoo as he half-watches the movie with you. You glare at him, subtly telling him to pay attention to the plot, and he finally does. "What, are you quizzing me on it later?"

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☽ ✶ Batman totally not getting distracted when you take off your shirt and go right back to cuddling in your sports bra. Because he's Batman, of course he doesn't get distracted.

☽ ✶ Batman forgetting all about the movie and starting research on you instead. Our ADHD king. ✨

☽ ✶ Batman making out with you in the middle of the Batcave, his hands unashamedly memorizing your curves. Your waist, your thighs, up to cup your breasts in calloused hands, then back down to your thighs again.

☽ ✶ Batman pulling you into the Batmobile of all places for privacy. "What? It's the closest place with a lock." So now you are destined to have sex in his car. Though the darkened windows do give a certain... aura to the tight space.

☽ ✶ Batman pulling you on top of him in the driver's seat, secretly grateful you made him take off the Batsuit earlier. You're soon locked in a kiss again, his lips eager and his hands running over your thighs.

☽ ✶ Batman gruffly apologizing when you bump your head on the roof of the car as he peels off your leggings unceremoniously. "Careful. It's cramped in here." He keeps his hand near your hand after that.

☽ ✶ Batman's hands supporting your hips as you grind against him, you can feel his growing erection through those goddamn sweatpants you made him wear. The only noise he makes is low grunts and deep exhales through his nose, clear signs to your trained ear that he's enjoying this.

☽ ✶ Batman keeping his hands on your thighs the entire time you ride him. His fingers roughly dig into your skin, keeping your legs parted, helping you move up and down. His lips find yours, muffling your shrill moans.

☼ Bruce Wayne

☼ Bruce Wayne not really having a preference between going out and staying in.

☼ Bruce Wayne loving the way you dress up when you try a new restaurant together. You have the best smear-proof lipstick, so he can kiss you as often as he wants.

☼ Bruce Wayne keeping you close when he sees a camera lens pointing at them. If the picture's going to hit the news, he wants everyone to know you're his girl.

☼ Bruce Wayne not really paying attention to anything but you. He mumbles absently to the waiter, his eyes trained on yours. It could be the completely wrong dish that comes out, one he despises, and he wouldn't really care. He's too happy being with you.

☼ Bruce Wayne not minding your requests to stay in instead of go out. He'll take off his jacket and shoes without a second thought, handing you one of his hoodies to stay warm in. "Here. You're going to steal it later anyways."

☼ Bruce Wayne putting on your favorite Netflix show as you curl up into his sheets. Word on the street is he wanted to buy the whole show just for you, and when the company turned him down, you had to stop him from punching the representative.

☼ Bruce Wayne binging a pack of Oreos with you, and then kissing you even with cookie in your teeth.

☼ Bruce Wayne keeping you close when you fall asleep, but even then he doesn't turn off the show. By this time he's way too invested in the plot he once rolled his eyes at.

☼ Bruce Wayne waking up in the middle of the night to see you re-watching the episodes you slept through, and gladly watching them again. He's so bad at not spoiling the ending. You'd think he could keep a secret, with all the secrets he already keeps.

☼ Bruce Wayne falling asleep right at the climax (he's already seen), and you low-key getting pissed off at him because you're so invested and on edge.

☼ Bruce Wayne drifting in and out of sleep until you finally fall asleep with him, the show playing in the background. You'll have to finish it another day.

☼ Bruce Wayne waking up before you do and brushing his teeth so he won't have morning breath when he kisses you.

☼ Bruce Wayne insisting you can't just eat Oreos for breakfast, though you argue it has the same nutrients as a muffin would.

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☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne insisting he only joined you in the bathroom so he can shave, and nicking himself more than once because he was sneaking peeks at you in the shower.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne finally giving up on shaving and watching you in the shower without shame. His eyes follow the lather that runs over the curve of your hips and down your legs.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne staring for so long, you finally open the shower door as an invitation. He strips in record time and steps in, quickly turning the water to a hotter temperature.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne being fully aroused from the moment he steps in the shower, but taking the time for foreplay. His hands move from your waist, to your stomach, then between your legs, his fingers doing nimble, skilled work there.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne wrapping one of your legs around his waist, his lips doing their duty on your neck, his fingers working between your legs where you need them the most. He usually takes the lead in foreplay, reducing you to a mess in his arms.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne keeping his hand between your legs as he thrusts into you, fingertips pressing against your bundle of nerves. He knows exactly how to please you, and how to not overstimulate you.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne murmuring sweet (sexy) nothings into your ear as he fucks you. All you can do is open your mouth in a silent moan, your breath coming out in a long sigh.

☼ ✶ Bruce Wayne resting his forehead against yours, the water running over your lips, making them look so inviting. He's not so lost in pleasure that he can't notice this, and he pauses his thrusts to kiss you like you're an addiction. Your hips buck, the lack of movement annoying you slightly. He grins and resumes, his fingers moving in between your bodies, fucking you in all the right ways.

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Upper Moon Yandere Headcanons 

Characters: Douma, Akaza, Aizetsu, Kokushibo.

Description: If I’m being honest, I suppose this is how some of the upper moons would express their love normally, but a lot of it is unhealthy. For that sake, I’ll classify this as yandere headcanons for the upper moons with a female reader.

Warnings: Verbal abuse, death, forced affection, unstable behavior, paranoia, etc. 

Douma..

Once Douma declares something his, it belongs to him until he says otherwise.

Douma’s love is sincere but expressed in a twisted way.

As a cult leader does, Douma provides a facade of a perfect life with him if you stick by his side.

The lack of love and nurturing from Doumas parents causes an insatiable desire for the foreign feelings within him.

Douma uses you to replace the love he never received as a child.

His affection begins in a controlled manner. Consisting of little things such as random hugs, quick kisses, or asking you to hold him for a little while.

Over time, Douma would get a bit possessive. You were lucky if you managed to go more than five minutes without Douma forcing you into hour-long cuddle sessions.

One of his favorite things to do is cling to your body and nuzzle his head into your chest.

The feeling of your body's warmth is the only thing that calms his nerves.

Denying Douma’s love is like stabbing him in the heart from his perspective.

"You don’t really love me, do you..? You're just like my parents."

Denying Douma only makes your situation worse.

In Douma’s world, if he forces enough of his affection on you, you’ll eventually love him.

There are periods when Douma is severely mentally unstable.

During these periods, Douma made it clear that you could not and would not leave his side.

You're extra careful when he’s unstable. Any wrong move, and Douma’s threatening to end everyone close to you.

It’s hard for Douma to understand human emotion. Due to his lack of feelings, he can’t possibly understand why you would want to ever leave his side after he’s provided you with a perfect life.

Regardless of how you feel, Douma needs you too much to ever let you go.

Over time, Douma may possibly turn you into a demon to trap you with him for eternity.

He can’t risk losing something that he may never find again. Your love. 

Akaza..

Akaza would kill for you in a heartbeat if it came to it.

The word love itself isn’t nearly enough to convey how much he loves you.

He would love to buy you little things, such as hair pins, just to see your face light up a bit.

Every time you leave, Akaza must be accompanying you.

Akaza always keeps at least one hand on you.

He wouldn’t mind if you didn’t have much physical strength; that’s what he’s there for.

Akaza would rather die than ever see you hurt.

He has a tendency to hurt anyone who causes you just the slightest bit of inconvenience.

Nobody should ever dare gaze upon you with any ill intent.

The other upper moons avoid interacting with you; they know how Akaza can get when it comes to you. 

You're sacred in Akaza’s eyes; he’s practically on his knees for you.

Akaza can become delusional about your love for him. If you don’t hold the same feelings for him, he’ll convince himself otherwise.

Akaza will literally spend hours kissing every inch of your body to prove himself to you.

With night comes Akaza’s paranoia.

There's much more danger for you once the sun sets.

He won’t leave your side for a single second.

In bed, you're always in Akaza’s arms; he’ll refuse to sleep any other way.

Once the sun rises once more, his nerves calm just a bit.

He simply can’t bear the thought of a life without you.

Akaza will pursue your love until the end of time. 

Aizetsu..

Aizetsu is pretty sensitive. Please don’t be too harsh on him.

He craves your affection constantly; it’s the one thing he needs to keep going.

Aizetsu can get aggressive when you refuse to show affection.

He won’t hurt you, but he might get verbally abusive.

Once he’s calmed down, he’ll cry at your feet, wrapping his arms around your waist begging for forgiveness.

He always regrets his behavior once he’s rational again.

Aizetsu sees the world as a depressing place, and you are the only light in his dull life.

One of his many nicknames for you is Sun. 

When Aizetsu gets deeply depressed, he tends to get distant.

He’s running back into your arms soon enough. 

His favorite thing to do is hug you from behind and follow you around.

Aizetsu is excessively clingy on a normal day.

If he is not all over you, something is wrong. 

He’ll ask you to hold him when his anxiety gets hard to bear; you're the only one who can get him to calm down.

He struggles immensely with his mental health.

You happen to be the one to handle Aizetsu when he’s at his lowest.

A lot of it is taken out on you, and he hates himself for it.

A few hours of being in your arms is usually enough for him to be able to function again.

Aizetsu will always do anything he can to make it up to you the next day, starting off with flowers in the morning.

If you don’t forgive him immediately, he’s on his knees once again choking on his own sobs. 

He can’t sleep without you next to him, helping him keep his depressive thoughts away.

At night, he’ll often rest his head in your lap and ask for you to play with his hair.

The feeling of your hands touching his scalp takes his mind off of the billions of things running through his head.

Aizetsu depends on you, don't fail him.

Kokushibo..

Kokushibo is always lurking in a corner, watching your every move.

He prefers to watch you in silence rather than interact with you.

Kokushibo is aware of his unhealthy attraction to you.

Small gifts, such as earrings or handwritten notes, would be left by Kokushibo on most mornings.

He manages to find something to give you each time he goes out.

Kokushibo secretly has a soft spot for you; you're the only one who knows this, of course.

Any affection coming from you stays on his mind for at least a day or two.

Don't upset him. Kokushibo is quick to completely disappear for a few days to teach you a lesson.

Leaving without Kokushibo by your side is forbidden. Once night falls, you can’t leave at all.

His rules may be harsh, but they're for your own good.

On nights that he’s feeling extra stressed, he may ask you to play with his hair.

There's not too much physical contact between you and Kokushibo, despite his hidden obsession.

He has to have a lot going on within himself to flat-out ask for your touch.

Kokushibo will die protecting you. He vowed to keep you protected, always.

You’ll be kept secret from everyone except Muzan. He won’t have you around the upper moons, especially Douma.

If you're feeling particularly stressed, Kokushibo will sit you down and tell you stories from all throughout his 480 years of living.

Kokushibo deeply appreciates your simple presence since he’s been alone for so long. Knowing that you're there is enough for him.

He spends hours watching you sleep at night; he doesn’t sleep much at all himself.

It brings him a sense of peace to watch your sleeping face, knowing that you're at ease.

Kokushibo can live in some type of peace knowing that you're safe and his.