#donna headcanons

[doodl3b3ans]

Headcanon. Donna only uses Italian when speaking to Angie. And/or when she’s being polite to strangers and/or friends. Just imagine her gentle, soft voice, “Buonasera, tesoro. How was your day?”

[gothamite-rambler]

Thrill Seekers

Konner Kent: Okay, we're high up, but you just gotta jump-

Tim (Red Robin): Let's go!

Red Robin jumped out of the plane, not wearing the parachute, but holding it in one hand.

Nightwing fell backwards holding the parachute against his chest.

Jason walked out like the plane was on the ground, holding the parachute like it was a lunch bag.

Donna (impressed): Thrill seekers, freaking thrill seekers I swear.

Kon: Is that a qualification for getting adopted by Bruce?

Donna shrugged with a smile and jumped out next with Konner.

[incorrectbatfam]

Teen Titans first meeting except they independently get in trouble and are put in timeout in the same room at the Watchtower, Breakfast Club style

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares

[pseudowho]

Cunt-Drunk

18+, MDNI, just a filthy little drabble...

For @delirious-donna , my Higuruma brainrot muse

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Hiromi didn't often go out with his colleagues. But one week, duty called, and he was obliged to attend karaoke and drinks with his firm's new clients. He was going to be out for hours. It was a Saturday night, and you were off too, and he was absolutely incensed because--

"They said no spouses allowed! Can you believe it?" Hiromi ranted, clattering around the kitchen in a strop, shoving scattered files into his briefcase, "It's almost like they think I'd spend the whole evening talking to you, and squeezing your thighs under the table, and--"

"--well let's be honest, Hiromi, you would--"

"--and who could blame me, really--"

"---Hiromi it's just one night, I won't be doing anything interesting anyway, just go, and have fun, and send me videos of you doing karaoke--"

Hiromi scoffed, clipping his briefcase shut, "I do not do Karaoke."

He stood staring down at you, straight, and tall, and serious for a moment. You bit your lip, barely hiding a smirk. Hiromi slumped dramatically, his face crumpling into a look of abject despair. He cupped his hands around his mouth and nose, head tipped back.

"...do I have to?" He whined. You did not answer. You simply sidled up to him, straightened his tie, and pulled him down by it, pressing a kiss of promise to his lips, so prophetic that he moaned into you.

You whispered against Hiromi's lips; "Off you go, my brave soldier. Have a drink or six for me."

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You worked your way through the usual bottle of Shiraz that you and Hiromi shared on a Saturday night, but, without him there, being drunk just felt sad. You took yourself to bed, in just one of his shirts fished out of the laundry, and fell asleep in the thunk way that only drunk women do.

You woke in the small hours of the morning with a jolt, feeling yourself dragged down the bed by two strong arms looped around your thighs. You squeaked, reaching down and tangling your fingers in a familiar shock of grey-streaked black hair.

"I-- Hiromi--" you started, mumbling and half-asleep. You heard a giggle from between your legs.

"Shhhh," Hiromi slurred, and giggled again. You heard a p-tuu, and felt a glob of warmth, slippery-wet, dripping down your labia. With little warning, Hiromi lathered his tongue between your folds, and you cried out, your body still sizzling with the wine.

"...missed you," Hiromi whined, nuzzling between your puffy folds, "...wanted...to see you...our S'day night...ruined...s'boring without you..."

"--Hiromi--" you panted, dazed and disoriented, "--just come to bed--"

"Shhhhhh," he whispered again, loudly, "m'fine...right here...pull m'hair...jus' hold onto somethin'..."

Hiromi ate your pussy without remorse, without restraint, as drunk as could be, and fucking the bed in his sloppy, rumpled suit. Hiromi moaned, pornographic and dirty, every time he fucked his twitching, aching length against the sheets.

Still suckling your clit between his lips, Hiromi reached down to hook his cock up to press against his belly, his cockhead frictioned deliciously between his black happy trail and waistband.

You had never been eaten out in a way that was so primal, with Hiromi fucking his tongue into your heat, massaging the area around your clit with his liquor-soaked lips, and rolling his tongue over the hard little pearl of your clit until you almost blacked out, your nerves stripped bare by the shock and wine.

Hiromi was rough, looping his arms over your thighs and dragging you back to his mouth every time you mewled and tried to crawl away from him. He'd respond with a sharp nip to the inside of your thigh, and an admonishing look, before rubbing his face savagely from side to side over your sopping cunt and clit, growling into the wet mess he'd made of you.

As you squirmed and yanked the roots of his hair, clamping your thighs around his head, Hiromi mumbled into your pussy, focusing his tongue and lips on your clit before abruptly sliding three bunched, long fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and fast with them until he felt your silky sweet spot.

Hiromi fucked the bed in time, imagining in his drunken stupor, that the wet squelches and frantic cries from you, were from his cock slamming in and out of you instead.

"--c'mon baby...in m'mouf, cum in m'mouf...good girl, so good, s'good...gonna cum...m'gonna cum...fuuuuckkk, shit--"

Dragging you with biting, sucking, growling urgency through your orgasm, Hiromi came in tandem; his ruts into the mattress, and his pitched, desperate moans became slower, and softer, as his seed poured out under his shirt, soaking the white fabric, sticky and cloying against his twitching belly.

His fingers still inside you, his nose and mouth still between your folds, face-down on the bed as you came down from your absolutely feral high...you heard a snore.

Rising on shaking elbows, you looked down the bed. Cum-soaked, drunk, and sticky with your arousal, Hiromi snored soft, drunk snores into your pussy.

In the morning, you showed him the photo you took of him, this way, before watching the video Hiromi's colleague sent you of him singing old rock songs while the whole karaoke bar cheered him on.

[batcavescolony]

So you know how artists irl will draw celebrities? Do you think fans in superhero universes draw them? If so I think I'd be funny if they draw a mantle character (a mantle with multiple people as them) but the eras are so mushed together the hero's can't help but analyse who they were trying to draw

Donna: ok black hair me?

Cassie: but I had a black wig in early YJ days

Donna: true. Is it Yara?

Cassie: No it's short sleeve, I think it's you?

Donna: it can't be I never had red pants, jump suit yes, but you had red pants!

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Jason: found another fanart of Robin

Steph: not me it has Black hair and is male

Damian: legs aren't exposed, so that leaves me and Drake

Tim: but the cape is full yellow that was Dick and Jason

Dick: their's no weapon so that doesn't help

Jason: but it had my front hair curls.

Dick: the 'R' is blocky Tim started the pointy 'R' so maybe it's one of us with pants?

Duke: is it a 'We are Robin' Robin?

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Or characters that look similar from a distance

Mia: Blonde Archer Girl with Red, no other color.

Cissie: well it's not my original Arrowette suit, it's full body.

Mia: didn't you have a tactical suit?

Cissie: yes, but it wasn't as streamlined. Did you loose your hood anytime? Maybe they saw you without it?

Mia: I'd still have a yellow without the hood, the bow is wrong.

Cissie: eh people usually draw them wrong, it's gotta be you the artist said they saved them, it's been awhile since I've been out.

Mia: we don't know the age of the artist maybe it was in your Young Justice days

Cissie: that makes me sound old, never say that again.

[sparrowssally]

Headcanons about what Fourteen does once he moves in with Donna’s family

Gets bored after approx 48 hours and decides he’s going to get a job to “help support the family”. Donna has to bail him out of a job interview gone wrong when he keeps trying to insist he has “900 years of on-the-job experience” and tells him to just rest for awhile.

After a week of Rose begging him to take just a short, secret trip in the TARDIS—just so she can really know what Mars looks like for her class project—the Doctor sneaks her out and they fly off in the TARDIS. Donna can’t even find it in herself to be mad anymore when she looks in Wilf’s telescope and sees her daughter smiling in the door of the TARDIS with the Doctor standing proudly behind her, as they fly home.

To give him something to do, Donna decides to give the Doctor the weekly shopping list to pick up at the store…until he starts calling her every other minute asking “but what kind of ice cream do you want?” “I dunno, just pick one” “DONNA THERE ARE 20 DIFFERENT FLAVORS”

The Doctor uses the sonic to renovate the shed to make it bigger on the inside, and one time Donna goes out to get him for dinner and promptly screams as she falls into the massive swimming pool right inside the door, as the Doctor sits in a lounge chair sipping a glass of wine and laughing at her

[northernfireart]

Bonus:

A thought that decided to randomly strike me and never left my head. Considering I completely ignore the canon dumb ass clothes change. To me he still was in thirteenths clothes.

[datbitchbonnie]

Girls night x3c

[whore4gwen]

Re8 Women dating HCs

Contains: Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Benevento, & Mother Miranda

WLW

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Tags: Light talks of manipulation, narcissism, and sadism, mental health issues, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, possessiveness, slightly unhinged behavior, MY personal head cannons, very slight suggestiveness, Mirandas fucking God complex, isolation, religious elements, cuddling, poor perception of love, & tax evasion.

A/N: Im working on sm things rn it’s not even funny. Despite that, I desperately wanted to post something, so here’s some of my hc. No these are not all my hcs, these are just some of the REALISTIC ones I have. These are based on my own personal perception of these fictional characters. You are welcome to disagree with anything I write, but you’re not welcome to harass me about it. Please keep negativity to yourselfs. Anyways, please enjoy!

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Alcina:

-It’s not that Lady Dimitrescu is incapable of loving another, I just think it’s the way she would love.

-Carnal, possessive, dangerous, a little crazed even. Nothing about the lady’s love is sensual or soft. She’s powerful, domineering, and boy does she relish in it. Of course she’s aware of all the things she could do, all the things you’d let her do. So willing, so compliant, so easy to control.

-Alcina is a narcissist through and through. You will bend to her will, to her every need. You’re hers, after all. (We still love you thou)

-I feel like her love is very incessant, very smothering for lack of better words. She’s not exactly clingy, but she needs you around, she needs to feel your presence.

-Always, and I mean always watching you. Nothing you do will go past her. She needs to know exactly where you are and what you’re doing at all times.

-A bit emotionally manipulative. Of course she doesn’t see it that way, she just wants everything to go her way. What’s so wrong with that?

-I think for the most part she’s a little self aware about her flaws and what not, but I wouldn’t say this with 100% certainty. A big part of her doesn’t really see a problem with the way she is. It’s absolutely normal.

-But to be fair, it’s not like anyone would call her out.. so🤷🏻‍♀️

-Pet names pet names pet names. Alcina absolutely adores them. She only really uses your names unless she’s really pissed. In that case, run.

Donna:

-Shy. So incredibly so that you don’t hear her voice till weeks after working for her. And the way your jaw fell to the ground when you heard it had Angie belly laughing on the ground. If it wasn’t for her, you thought maybe you were hearing things.

-Forgets to eat often. She gets so preoccupied with her dolls, she doesn’t always take the best care of herself. So make sure you remind her to eat:(

-It’ll take AGES to get Donna there, but when you do, she is nothing short of the wait. Very passionate, and a little unhinged.

-Like Alcina, she’s a bit possessive.

-She finally found someone she was comfortable with showing her scare, you’re not going anywhere. You belong to her and that’s final. You’re literally stuck, so get comfortable.

-Values your opinion over everything. Her cooking, her sewing skills, her Garden. Donna swoons at praise. A light pink dusting her cheeks any time you compliment her, no matter how minor.

-Poor Donna has been alone for quite some time now. Touch starved as well as touch repulsed. Have fun with that :)

- Canonically, Donna has really bad mental health issues, which causes her to lash out and make rash decisions. She’s not abusive by any means, just a lot to handle.

-She gets into her own head a lot. Constantly convincing herself none of this is real. That one day she’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.

-I know she has manic episodes. Cannot convince me otherwise. Before you, they were almost unmanageable. Your first experience dealing with Donna during one terrified you. You were so worried about Donna, you had no idea what was happening.

-You tried desperately to comfort her. Unfortunately the voices were stronger than your weak attempts.

-After a while, she finally calmed down and explained that catastrophe as best as she could without scaring you off.

-At first Donna didn’t really understand the purpose of cuddling. It’s not that she didn’t want to, she was just truly confused. After having the significance of cuddling explained to her, she fell in love with it.

-Unironically, she’s the big spoon. She loves holding you, making sure you’re safe in her arms. Now, it’s the only way she can fall asleep.

Miranda:

-This bitch is so crazy.

-All shits and giggles aside, this woman is absolutely sadistic.

-Mind games are inevitable. Especially if she’s truly in love with you, in her dark and twisted way.

-Possessive asf.

-Did I already say possessive?

-Miranda is definitely stingy and will isolate you from your friends/family. Why do you need them when you have her? She’s your Goddess, she’s all you need. Never mind everyone else.

-Definitely the type to tell you to take a nap if you ever say you’re tired of her shit.

-You’re not going anywhere. Nice try, but no.

-I know this is obvious, but her God complex is really top tier. I mean seriously.

-Absolutely loves being worshipped, and not just in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. She wants to be put first, she wants to be your number one priority, your Goddess, your everything.

-She will find a way to incorporate her status & power in everything she does.

-She loves you, but you must always remember your place, under her. Figuratively and literally.

-Despite her cut off personality, she’s definitely a cuddlier. Especially after a long day of failed experiments and aggravating meetings.

-Like Donna, Miranda has been alone for almost a century. She’s so damn touch starved yet also incredibly touch repulsed at the same time. Have fun coping.

-Of course she threatened you if you ever told anyone thou. I mean can you imagine THE Mother Miranda being spooned? Imagine what the public would say.

-Fucking tax evader.

-After she gets Eva back, successfully, she lessens up, but only a bit. Like Alcina, she is the way she is and she doesn’t really see the problem with it.

I want all three of them so badly.

[doodl3b3ans]

I think, personally, Donna’s a silver person. Like, silver necklace, earrings. Bracelets? If she wears them. The though I think she’d were toned down crystal bracelets. Soooooo

(Also!! That hair!!! Damn!)

[witchthewriter]

𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴

Please tell me that there's people who love From just as much as I do??

I am definitely writing about the characters. This has become one of my favourite shows this year. I wish it was more well-known!

So I will be writing for:

Boyd

Kenny

Fatima

Randall

Jade

Kristi

Victor

Julie

Donna

And a lot of these will be platonic! But some will be romantic as well 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚♡

[catelyngrant]

So I'm thinking about the Fourteenth Doctor, and the bi-generation, and how he may have come to an end. What happened to him after those years he spent with Donna and her family, and with so many other friends on Earth (oh, I am headcanon-ing, friends), existing day-to-day and beginning to heal? After he learned how to let himself be loved, and shown compassion, and forgiven—and, eventually, learned to love, forgive, and care for himself? What happened when, at the end of this journey, his regeneration energy (I assume?) traveled back (in some hand-wavey fashion) to become the Fifteenth Doctor, who is born out of that love and forgiveness and compassion and is ready to move forward in the universe?

Fourteen becomes Fifteen—but what about the TARDIS?

Fourteen's TARDIS was created for the same reason Fourteen was: they needed to slow down, to be gentle. They needed to find a home that wasn't moving at the speed of light. So maybe this TARDIS is a little gentler, too. Maybe she's a little more careful of herself and her charges.

When Fourteen takes Rose to Mars, they land right where they're supposed to, and Rose sees wonders. Nothing bad happens, and they return home five minutes after they left.

When Shaun wants to see a football match from 1988, he opens the TARDIS door and she takes him right there, flying all by herself, to Fourteen's chagrin.

When Fourteen takes Mel to New York, they have adventures that don't involve running, or hiding, or screaming with anything but laughter. When Fourteen takes Jo, Ace, and Tegan to the Jurassic era, the only danger he faces is when he makes an age joke.

When, after Sarah Jane dies (yeeeears in the future, tyvm), Fourteen takes Luke, Maria, Clyde, and Rani to see Florana—the place he promised to take Sarah Jane all those years ago—the TARDIS chooses the safest, most beautiful moment in time for them to honor her memory.

When Donna and Martha and Yaz and Shirley sneak in for a joyride, they have the time of their lives, and the TARDIS covers for them. (Fourteen suspects, but can't prove it.)

When Fourteen is struggling, and chafing at life on Earth, and just needs to run, to fix things, to solve puzzles, to get away from the day-to-day of it all, the TARDIS lets him. She takes him so many places he's never been before, and they're all beautiful and wild and remind him what he loves about the universe.

(He tries, a few times, to go places that might bring him pain, and she gently refuses.)

And every now and then, someone will try to get in. This TARDIS doesn't have a key; she just opens to those in her care, and refuses entry to those she doesn't trust. She is safe, and so are they.

When Donna's in her eighties and can't get around as easily, the TARDIS takes her where she can manage. When Rose is overwhelmed with the pain of the world, the TARDIS takes her to places where none of that pain exists, and lets her stay as long as she needs to.

They live magnificent lives, and the TARDIS takes care of them. And then, at the end of it, Fourteen is ready for what comes next, and he becomes Fifteen. There's only one Doctor again.

But this TARDIS...

I think she stays, right in the corner of that yard. She leaves and then lands so precisely that roots and ivy grow over her. The Doctor is gone, and eventually Mel and Sarah Jane and Jo and Donna and Martha and everyone that traveled with the Doctor once upon a time in a different TARDIS are gone too.

But Rose is still there. Luke, Maria, Rani, and Clyde are still there. Their families, their kids. The TARDIS opens to them, and shows them the universe. She takes them only where she chooses to, and it's always exactly where they need to go.

She always takes them home, to the garden that once belonged to Donna Noble.

The Doctor finds new companions. Some of them come home to Earth after awhile, but they're not stuck dreaming of the universe. You showed me the furthest reaches of the galaxy, Sarah Jane said. You showed me supernovas, intergalactic battles, and then you just dropped me back on Earth. How could anything compare to that? We get a taste of that splendor, but then we have to go back.

These new companions, they return to Earth and their lives there, but every now and then, they swing by that old house that the Noble family has lived in for generations. They say hello to this old/new box, and she invites them in.

They don't have to say goodbye to the universe. She's right there in Chiswick, waiting for them.

And sometimes—on rare occasions, when they need it, or when he (or she, or they) does—she takes them to the Doctor.

[spaceagesparkledust]

Random Doctor Who hcs Part 2

Martha tries to teach 10 how to cook. It isn’t that he can’t. But he’s also not the best and he needs something substantial in his life. He absolutely hates cooking in 1969 but Martha refuses to do all the work. 

Each moon landing Martha and Ten dressed as different people. It became a competition on finding the most outrageous costume in the TARDIS closets. 

I am a firm believer in Ten and Martha becoming better friends after she leaves. I need this in my life. 

Tentoo and Rose hold hands all the time. All. The. Time. 

Nine walks around the TARDIS without his jacket on sometimes. It freaks everyone out. Rose stares at him a bit too long, trying to figure out if she likes it or not. 

“What” 

“You’ve got….arms.” 

Jack flirts with him about it. Rose says it makes him look soft and Nine decides right then and there he’s never not wearing the jacket again. (This is a lie, he’s willing to look soft when Rose looks at him like that)

Listen listen listen forget the flow of time for a second: Rose, Martha, and Donna all get along like a house on fire. They have the best times. They can and will fly the TARDIS without the Doctor just watch them. 

Rose takes Tentoo to look at animal shelter dogs when he misses K-9. (They wind up getting two dogs and name one K-9.2)

Rose meets Jenny on one of her dimension hops. She never finds out she’s related to the Doctor but keeps thinking she’s familiar the entire time. 

Wilf brings the Doctor home sometimes like you’d bring in a stray cat.

I love the idea that Tentoo takes Wilf’s name. John Wilfred Tyler-Noble.

[dragongirl642]

Hey! Could you do some headcanos/ a One Shot where Donna Beneviento finds Out that you Always sleep With one of her dolls at night. Like you cuddle With them to sleep better you know what i mean lol.

Awww this is adorable. I love this prompt!

Have some headcanons 🧡

Donna falls in love with you all over again every night. The sight of you holding her creations gives her the same rush of oxytocin as a parent does seeing their partner hold their child close.

She will sit on the side of the bed and gently brush the back of one hand across your brow.

She will want to sleep with you in the cuddle pile. (Although she may feel the tiniest hint of jealousy at not being the one you're exclusively cuddling ... but she made the dolls so technically she's receiving cuddles by proxy.)

She loves that you're not scared of her dolls.

She loves that you show them affection even more.

Spoil them too much and the dolls may start trying to call you "dad" or "mum". They will stop if you call them out on it.

Since you cuddle them to sleep. Donna will grow plants with calming effects that aid sleep, and fill her dolls with their essence or spray them with perfumes made from the most potent plants.

If you have any respiratory issues that would mean the sprays could be harmful to you, she will invent a new fabric woven from the plants. If you have allergies or skin issues, she will invent, grow, and formulate a new medicine or chemical to get rid of your allergies.

There is nothing this woman would not do for cuddles (or proxy doll cuddles).

The dolls will try and sing you to sleep. It will either sound really terrible or really good, depending on the dolls involved and the condition they are in.

If you love music, Donna may make a few special dolls with woodwind innards or internal bells to sing for you. She will buy the woodwind instruments from the Duke or (after great deliberation) she will ask Heisenberg for help.

She will also sew some pajamas for you; thermal and padded to make sleeping in the cold manor surrounded by dolls more comfortable.

Donna will also perform more repairs on the dolls than she did before. They can't have any sharp edges (porcelain) or molding threads if you're cuddling them.

Angie will demand cuddles. She wants in on the cuddle pile.

Since you are completely comfortable around the dolls, tea parties are a regular occurrence.

Donna will blush like a tomato if you pull her into your lap during those tea parties (regardless of your gender).

Angie will demand to also sit on your lap. (All the dolls want to sit in your lap, give in you are now their second parent).

Donna loves you ... and the fact that you find comfort in and trust her dolls, and by extension, her, just gives her another reason to love you.

[frankencanon]

I like to think that the reason bi-generation was so rare and mythical and unheard of and why it happened now is because it's an extreme self defense mechanism of the Time Lords — even more extreme than regular regeneration.

Simply put: the Doctor was too stressed. All of that stress built up over time more and more and more, until...

Until, much like with Donna and Rose in The Meep, the Doctor split themself into two so that they could share the burden.