#extra headcanons

[wolfy-star1401]

Extra headcanons about little! "Honest" John & kitten regressor! Gideon :

Gideon would be obsessed with his Cg’s clothes when in kitten headspace

Tw; Mention of the Coachman ⚠️

Little! John is extremely afraid of the Coachman {for a good reason}, and he would warn you not to get near nor to trust him {in both big & little headspace}

Tags : @sw124 @nottapossum @theogclownboy @i-ate-your-children @i-love-the-little-things @thedreemer-artrequestsopen @littleconscience @eflen-n-reegee @histroiansofenchancia

[dragon-fly34]

Sketchdump of our beloved Mario Bros in casual wear! I had a lot of fun with these, so much so that I think I’ll do a sketchdump for Peach, Daisy and other characters !We’ll see, have some bite-sized headcanons on Mario and Luigi!

-> Mario and Luigi are the heroes of MK, even though they are heroes they are also the plumbers of Brooklyn, in the near future Mario will be the future king of MK and Luigi will be king of Sarasaland.

-> Even though both brothers are men, they like to wear dresses, usually in their favorite colors.

-> Fans of gamers, Mario and Luigi love playing online with their friends, as well as playing games, they love playing sports! Mario is a fan of karting and Luigi of tennis

-> Mario's sexuality is transmasc bisexual, as I changed my LGBT headcanons, but he sometimes identifies as pansexual. Luigi is bisexual, transgender.

[ribbittrobbit]

these kids are incredibly stressed out

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[accecakes]

Idk how to type with a Scottish/British accent! :"")

Anywhooo~ enjoy!!

[suguruverse]

idk if anyone has ever talked about this but katsuki REFUSES to buy you flowers from the grocery store. like will not even look at it and will steer you away if he even catches you looking at it.

he genuinely looks at you crazy when you ask him why he’s avoiding the huge display of flowers because he cannot fathom why you would want “those cheap ugly shits” over a bouquet from the florist filled with your favourite flowers.

you pout when he drags you out the grocery store and back home only to wake up the next morning to a fresh bouquet on your bedside table with an obnoxiously large orange ribbon that screams katsuki name and a homemade breakfast from yours truly <3333

[dunmeshistash]

are there any canon/heavily implied queer characters in dunmeshi?

Okay, in order from actually canon to maybe delusion

Otta is canonically butch and lesbian.

Lycion is basically a transgender allegory.

Izutsumi says she "doesn't have a type or anything" that she's attracted to when confronted with the possibility

Kiki and Namari, Kiki is always hitting on Namari and Namari reacts accordingly.

Falin and Marcille have that whole thing going on

Hien MIGHT be hitting on a barmaid in a bonus and in the Benichidori extra she appears in a explosion like Falin did in the context of Shuro liking her so maybe, if your heart is big enough, Benichidori has a crush on Hien.

Izutsumi is wearing the nb flag colors in an extra (I just think this one is neat)

Maybe I'm forgetting someone, anyways, sources under the cut with spoilers, happy pride!

Edit: Farcille is only so low because I think the overt flirting and izutsumi saying it out loud counts more? wait maybe I should take Lycion down a few, whatever this isn't objective take the order with a grain of salt

[y3llow-hoodie]

More tma fanart? In this economy??

As mentioned previously I am working on a lil comic that I will HOPEFULLY finish soon, here is one (1) panel as a preview

I have so many frigging early stage/rough drafts of the comic so I might post them later without context lol.

Stay tuned!

[martianbugsbunny]

My TNG poll is over (Data won and I should not be surprised lmao; proud of dealer's choice Will Riker for pulling a solid third) so let's do another one!

Dax and Odo don't get to be in it because that feels like cheating. they're actually trans.

[amosprinz]

[egophiliac]

happy new year Ego!!! Just wanted to let you know that I absolutely adore your twst fanart and the tags are just an absolute pleasure to read! You are my greatest inspiration for my personal twst art and I just wanted to thank you for your wonderful masterpieces <333 if possible, may I ask what are some of your headcanons for the diasomnia family? If not for diasomnia then any other characters are fine as well!

thank you, and happy new year! 💚💜💚 that is amazing to hear; it's always a little bewildering but super flattering that other people like my silly little doodles so much!

I don't think I really have any really solid headcanons and also canon keeps validating me left and right (FLUFFY DOMESTIC DIAFAM IS REAL). mostly just kind of...impressions and general thoughts, if that makes sense! lately though I've been kind of obsessed with thinking about Lilia's hair, and specifically when/why he ended up cutting it. (l-look, we're bouncing around the timeline and I gotta make decisions about these things when I draw, it's relevant) (I mean I would probably be weirdly fixated on this anyway, but.)

I think I've settled on the idea that he kept it long until he went to NRC, partly because 1) I like drawing The Ponytail, and 2) I think he thought of NRC as a chance to reinvent himself a bit! he gets to go and be a wacky carefree teenager for a few years and have fun! (officially he's there to keep an eye on Son #1, but how much trouble could he get into, really.) so he gave himself a Cool Teen Haircut to go with his fresh new Cool Teen Persona!

also maybe he had some reflection on his hair's troubled past with three kids...

...and had to weigh his vanity versus the fact that he was going off to be around hundreds of kids on a daily basis, and. the choice suddenly seemed obvious.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Huh? Why are they called the Strawhat Pirates? Obviously because they all wear straw hats!!!! (Well except for the captain)

[l3viat8an]

Do you remember that old TikTok prank that was something like wiping away my bf kisses to see what he does? Could you do Lucifer and Mammon’s separate reactions to MC doing that? 

This ask made me giggle cuz I remember actually doing this prank jskjsks so ofc I can nonnie!! These are very silly / goofy, ‘n ooc like everything on my blog <3

I feel like Lucifer won’t say anything at first. You just wiped his kiss off… it’s not a big deal… but as soon as you leave the room he’s racking his brain, trying to think of anything he could’ve done wrong in the last few days to upset you or if it’s possible he’s been neglecting you? He has been extra busy lately…

After a few hours of deep contemplation he figures that it must’ve been a random thing. After all it was still early in the morning when you did it… maybe you were still half asleep and didn’t really mean to? yes that must be it!

Later in the afternoon when he kisses you again and again you wipe it away with the back of your hand, Lucifer does a double-take. but still, he doesn’t say anything.

(By now he’s probably going to guess it’s a prank- and he’s not going to let you just ‘win’ after making him worry first thing in the morning.)

In the evening just before bed, Lucifer tries again by giving you another, proper, kiss on the lips. and now that you’re too tired to remember you were pranking him- you don’t wipe this away kiss and he’s so happy!! He’s smiling to himself as he presses another soft kiss to your cheek and then another to your temple whispering, ‘good night, darling.’

Now Mammon would start pouting the second you wipe away his first kiss and he tries again immediately! kissing you a little longer the second time-

It’s not a big deal that you wiped away the first kiss, but when you try to wipe away the second kiss??? Hell nah!!

Mammon actually grabs your wrists, not hard- he’d never hurt you. he’s just holding your hands away from your face so you can’t do it again.

Pouting and saying, “Oi! Stop that already, ya gotta keep this kiss!!” as he kisses you again, even nerdier than before.

Mammon acts like he doesn’t care when you try to tell him it was ‘just a prank.’ although he looks so relieved-

But he’s still going to pout and on top of that he’s going to be extra clingy all day, kissing you any chance he gets and insisting that now you owe him 5000 kisses! To be given whenever he asks and you can’t say no! you can but he’ll pout even more.

(and really you’re lucky- Mammon actually wanted to say 10,000 kisses but that seemed like a little too much so he cut it in half. Just for you <3)

[ikarakie]

mike has a panic attack.

it's sudden and it's terrifying and eddie has no idea what to do. one minute they're all yelling and laughing and just playing d&d, and the next, mike is collapsing to the floor struggling to breathe. gasping out the same two names over and over again. the panic attacks eddie's had before were never, never this bad. for a fucking awful moment he thinks he's about to watch wheeler die.

lucas stays with him, crouched by his side and talking in gentle tones. murmuring words of assurance that, while good, don't seem to reach his friend. dustin had sprinted out of the room yelling into a walkie talkie as soon as mike went down, so eddie has no fucking idea what he's up to. not that he's able to focus on much other than the kid (because, god, he's so young, what the hell has happened to him?) trying and failing to just breathe.

he tries the shit that worked for him, trying to get him to breathe in time with his counts, but it's like mike's ears are full of cotton. there's not even a hint of recognition in his eyes as either him or lucas speak.

dustin returns exactly three minutes later, trailed by the last guy eddie would've ever expected to walk through the doors of hellfire club. steve harrington zeroes in on mike like a hawk, crosses the room quickly and crouches in front of him. lucas scoots away, visibly relieved to see steve, so eddie reluctantly does the same. mike's knees are to his chest and he's heaving sobs so powerful they wrack his entire body. for about thirty infuriating seconds, steve just watches.

"oh god- oh fuck- fuck- will, will-" mike is saying, through stilted breaths. "will, el- el- i can't- they're-"

"mike." steve's voice is like honey, low and soothing in a way lucas' can't be yet. mike snaps his gaze up, finally proving his ears work. "where are you right now?"

"hawkins lab-" mike chokes, and eddie just listens, dumbfounded. "hawkins- starcourt- fuck-"

"no," steve says gently. mike stares at him, slightly less glazed. "where are you?" he asks again, a little more pointed. a few seconds pass. mike's eyes dart around the room.

"hellfire." he whispers, barely audible. steve nods, asks if he can come closer, if he can touch mike. the kid nods frantically, and then his hands are being peeled from where they were curled protectively against his chest. they're placed against steve's instead, and they spend the next few minutes breathing in tandem. harrington demonstrating and mike doing his best to follow.

his breathing eventually evens out, thank god, and the heart-wrenching sobs simmer down into quiet tears. mike all but throws himself into the embrace steve offers, tucking his head under the guy's chin and seemingly making himself as small as possible.

"it's okay, you're okay." steve promises, speaking into mike's hair as he gently rocks them back and forth. "they're okay. they're just fine, both of them. you looked after them so well, bud." he keeps whispering reassurances and sweet, kind words into the little cocoon he's crafted. mike stays curled up there for a while, making a wet patch on steve's shoulder.

then finally sounding more like himself, grumbles, "just 'cos we're hugging doesn't mean i like you." after maybe four or five minutes have passed. steve just huffs a laugh, because despite his words, mike is still clutching steve's arms as he pulls back.

"of course not." steve agrees. mike smiles as his hair is carefully ruffled. turns and reaches for dustin and lucas, who waste no time in piling themselves onto their friend. steve doesn't go far though, keeping a hand in the hair at the nape of mike's neck.

it's only then that he finally makes eye contact with eddie, who's watched the whole thing go down with a sick curiosity. because... who was this guy? this was not king steve, or the asshole, cookie-cutter jock steve harrington that eddie knew of. eddie had thought dustin's nickname for him of 'number one babysitter' had been an exaggeration; that maybe he'd watched them a grand total of three times back when he and nancy wheeler dated, and dustin had developed some fixation on him.

but... no, here he was. having brought hard ass michael wheeler down from easily the worst panic attack eddie had ever seen with the ease of someone who's done it a million times. (and wasn't that a harrowing thought?)

"you mind cutting it a bit early tonight, man?" he asks, softly, and it takes eddie a second to register that he's speaking to him. "i know you've still got, like, 20 minutes, but-"

"no, no," eddie cuts him off, kind of desperate for wheeler to get home and rest. "shit, man. that was... yeah, of course, take him." steve smiles appreciatively (an annoyingly pretty expression eddie never imagined him capable of, let alone directing at him), and turns back to the kiddie hug pile.

"hey, boys? mike?" he calls, all gentle and warm. it makes eddie's heart ache; even more so when all three turn to steve with big, shiny eyes. mike's peek out from dustin's arms. "how about we head off now, and stop at that payphone on the corner of glenview on the way home? give the byers a call in california?"

mike nods, hinging on desperate. dustin and lucas give him one more good squeeze before agreeeing themselves. steve corrals them all up, bids a fucking goodnight to the present company, (plus an extra one for eddie specfically), and shuffles them out of the room. eddie, and the rest of hellfire, are left stunned in the wake of babysitter harrington.

(when mike tries to apologise the next day, eddie absolutely refuses to accept it- and, at lucas' timid request, writes the mind flayer he'd introduced out of the campaign entirely. the next session, it's like the thing never existed.)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

pre angelic revelation, the hotel crew goes looking for Vaggie about some managerial thing and regularly finds her kickboxing in a spare room, beating the crap out of a dummy dressed up in an exorcist's gear and mask

a totally normal way to blow off steam, and one that they sometimes also find Charlie spectating at-

("Aren't you supposed to be against all this violence and shit?" - "Yes! But no actual exorcists are being hurt during this stress relief slash training session! So it's OK!" - "Yeah right. And you think your girlfriend looks hot punching stuff huh." - "Hm? Sorry Husk, I wasn't listening- what did you say?" - "......")

which all well and good!

until AFTER the angelic revelation.....

Charlie: "Vaggie. Please don't tell me that's actually YOUR exorcist armor."

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "Don't say you've been punching your old exorcist mask, imagining your own face under it."

Vaggie: "......"

Charlie: "I do NOT want to hear that you've been beating up on your past self this entire time- while I was watching! -and using punishing yourself by proxy as a way to cope when you're stressing over feeling like you're not doing enough here and now."

Vaggie: "........."

Charlie: "Vaggie why aren't you SAYING anything!?"

Vaggie: "You told me not to!"

Charlie: "ARGH!!!!"

post revelation, Husk goes looking for Vaggie in the training room like usual, and finds her standing helplessly in front of the exorcist training dummy as a tearful Charlie clings protectively to it with a full body hug

husk decides restocking the bar can wait. he's not getting paid enough to deal with This

[hunnidmilly]

deserving; sub!roman headcanon

we all need a small break. especially your man—the most dominate man you know. be his peace. his breath of fresh air…he deserves it. (overlaps when he was champion…i miss him *sigh*)

warnings: smut.

parings: sub!roman x black!reader

sub!roman appreciated the small moments of coming home to you; a hot meal, clean house, and a hot bath waiting for him. you’d clean him off and when he’d step out the bath, you were ready to give him a massage. he always vocalized his gratitude towards you taking care of him when he needed it most.

sub!roman wasn’t always shown. your man was a true dominate—a leader. you followed him and he adored it knowing you put your entire faith and trust into him. he worked so hard in WWE. carrying the titles for damn near 3 years was starting to show work on his body, and his mental. so moments like these were rare. times when he’d let you lead him for a change.

sub!roman was a natural at pinning your hips down and digging his dick into your pussy and filling you to the brim. stretching your pussy on his dick to accommodate him, to make you cum over and over as you’d thrashed around under him…but you wanted the same reaction from him too.

sub!roman craved those releases. such as you standing behind the giant circular bathtub in your shared home, his long and girthy dick in hand as you stroked him in a sensual motion. your hand barely being able to wrap around his dick in its entirety. his head thrown backwards on his shoulder as moans emitting from his chest kissed the celling, “you like that baby?,” you quietly asked in his ear “i love the sounds you make for me baby.” you could feel his hips swiftly thrusting upwards to pump his dick in your warm hand a little faster.

sub!roman knew you wanted to join him—the ache in your pussy becoming more prominent. the sounds he made was so sexy, it made your pussy wetter and clench with each sound. you wanted to take your other hand and work yourself towards your own release, but tonight was about him. he deserved it. “tell me when you’re cumming, mkay?”

sub!roman was desparate. he was about to blow all over your hand if you kept stroking him, making sure to squeeze his angry red mushroom tip when you neared the top. “you’re doing so good, baby. you like it when i tell you how good you’re doing?” his moans growing louder as he neared his release, his chest heaving. “i know baby, i know. you’re gonna cum for me, mkay? don’t hold back. let it all out baby.” you sucked on his neck and placed loving pecs on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your strokes. “aw, fuck baby. ahh, don—don’t stop baby, please,” his voice sounding a tortured rasp “i can’t stop—i won’t. i promise. not till you cum.”

sub!roman felt the room spinning. it was dizzying. addicting, even. his mind was clouded with only one goal. he felt he body shudder before letting his mouth open on a whimper. chills raced through your spine. your wetness drenching your boy shorts. seeing him like this set you off. needy for anything you’d give him. “you said you’d always give me what i want. cum for me, baby.” your name fell from his lips as a breathless chant. his body going ridged against you before violently shaking and flexing his abs. “y-y-ahh, fuck! i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” warm hot spurts pouring out from his dick onto the top of your fist. roman always came a lot; it creating a waterfall, dripping down the sides of your hand.

sub!roman couldn’t say a word. you continued stroking, wanting to milk every bit of stress out of him “you did so good. you feel better, baby?” his head was spinning. between fighting his tremors off, catching his breath, and your hand still stroking him created an overstimulation. he let out another small whimper as he felt his dick ache for another release. his dick never falling limp, “you wanna cum again? hm? you deserve it. you work so hard, ro.”