#grandson💙

[lady-storms-world]

#theodor💙 #bursdagsguttenvår💙 #5årgammel 17 mars 2023 Gratulerer så mye med dagen til Mimmi sin storgutt! Hipp hipp hurra!!! #loveyoutothe🌙and🔙 #bestegutten #barnebarn❤️ #grandson💙 #happybirthday🎂 #grandkidsarethebest superstolt av deg og du er så utrolig flink, beste storebror og fetter noen kan ha! Og så fin:-) mimmi elsker deg og er kjempestolt av deg! (ved Ørje) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3hYn1oWcMK8BUz6AOc_OefmH5CkGgQm7EEtE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[57pearls]

“Grandpa!” William yells loud and strong. “Let’s do this together, I love working with you, and besides you make it fun!” William is now almost 11 years old. The heart connection and joy from doing projects together or just puttering on the property is a special bond that grows over time. . We prize these years and hope to impart a genuine love for the dignity that comes from stewardship as an expression of our gratitude to God for all that He has entrusted to us. Working the land will grow a boy into a man with a humble heart ♥️ . Caring for the land is a gift, so Ron shares that with William when they work. Sometimes they whistle songs, sometimes it’s funny jokes, but it’s always just about being together. That’s the real prize. That’s true wealth. . The brush and broken branches were removed from the hill. Clearing property is a job for the resilient soul. . The cool breeze whispering spring time weather is around the corner. . Both William and grandpa look at each other, winding down the job. For eight hours this young man worked. Not once did he complain or opt out. . Grandpa, stops and looks William in the eyes and tells him, “you��ve got stamina, you’re character and perseverance is so amazing! Thank you, William for a job well done! Nona and I are so proud of you ” . . . #landclearing #land #landscape_lover #workisgreat #grandpalove #grandson💙 #workisfun #57pearls #bastroptx #funtimes #rewarding #rewardtime (at Bastrop, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpMaBT2OLeK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[black-salt-cage]

Rickorty (Rick Sanchez x Morty Smith) stimboard ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾ ☽ - ✰ - ☾

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ for anon!

[thrpr0phetuseek]

"Guess who?" A familiar voice calls in a sing-song tone from the river, echoing through.

Odysseus uses the echo to swim to the edge of the water without being heard and reach a hand out to gently scritch up Tiresias spine in an attempt to tickle them.

[*the prophet yelps in surprise, quickly whipping around and bonking the invading hand with his staff*]

[*upon recognizing the voice, however, he softens and lowers his staff, shifting and leaning down towards where the hand had reached from*]

“My dear friend, love, what was that for? You have no reason to reach under my cloak, and if you wanted my attention or to speak, your beckoning voice was enough. Besides, surely you’re mature enough to see no use in tickle attacks.”

[witchywithwhiskey]

Hi! 💙

For your impromptu springtime ask game, I'd love to request Ransom Drysdale with smut prompt 3. “do you want them to hear you being such a slut?”

Thank you in advance! 💙

a scheme on a spring day

pairing: husband!ransom drysdale x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, anal play/butt plug, anal sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, choking, daddy kink, dirty talk, light degradation, light humiliation, praise kink, light bdsm, orgasm control, pet names (baby, baby girl), aftercare, fluff, light family angst, established relationship

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: hi hi thank you so much for sending in this prompt!! this turned out to be a little more angsty than i anticipated, but sometimes i just wanna smuggle Ransom away from his family and cuddle him—and this was my opportunity to live out that dream!! anyway, i hope you enjoy!! ♡

You knew better than to let your husband convince you to go along with one of his schemes, but Ransom Drysdale had a way of winning you over to his side. In fact, it took shockingly little convincing from Ransom to get you to go along with his idea to make a boring visit with his family more entertaining. 

But then, he was your husband, and you trusted him. Besides, you knew you’d get just as much enjoyment from his scheme as he did.

Eventually, anyway. 

Still, you couldn’t help but rue the moment you’d given in to Ransom’s idea when you walked into the Thrombey house desperately aware of the plug in your ass that shifted with every step you took.

From an outsider’s perspective, you knew you looked every bit the presentable wife on Ransom’s, wearing a pretty spring sundress with sandals. But you and your husband knew the extra accessory you’d worn, and it gave you just as much of a thrill as you were sure it gave Ransom to know what you were hiding beneath your skirt.

By the time you arrived at the Thrombey estate, you’d already soaked through your panties on the short ride over from the home you shared with Ransom. To make matters worse, you had to make small talk with Linda and Richard while worrying about your arousal dripping down your thighs.

Thankfully, Ransom kept his hand on your lower back, his touch having a steadying effect on you. That is, except when his palm occasionally dropped low to grope your ass, making you shoot him a warning glare when no one was looking. 

He ignored you, pretending to play the part of dutiful son and grandson. You were the only one who saw the way he gritted his teeth, making the muscle in his jaw pop, when Richard or Linda gushed over how you’d turned Ransom’s life around. How you’d finally been the one person to set him straight.

No matter how many times you tried to brush off the comments, telling them that Ransom had made himself a respectable man, they persisted. When you could tell it had become too much for Ransom—and you worried over the state of his teeth if he kept grinding them—you politely excused yourself and your husband from the conversation.

Before you could get roped into a sales pitch for Joni’s latest pyramid scheme, Ransom guided you to the back of the house and out onto the porch, though he didn’t stop there. When you set foot in the lush green lawn and turned your face up to the bright spring sunshine, something inside your chest loosened—which only reminded you of the plug wedged deep in your ass.

Ransom paused for only a moment to brush a kiss to your lips, a thank you for getting him away from his parents, and then he grabbed your hand and began tugging you toward the tree line that separated the lawn from the rest of the Thrombey estate. 

Behind the house, there were paths that meandered into the forest and Ransom led you down one of these until you were hidden in the trees. There, scattered along the forest floor were hundreds of small purple flowers, sprung up thanks to the spring rains. 

You admired the blooms as you walked behind Ransom, your husband picking his way carefully off the path and beneath the shade of a massive tree.

Turning to you, Ransom wrapped you up in his arms and kissed you again, a more thorough plundering of your mouth that had you moaning against his lips. Your knees went weak beneath you, but your husband’s strong arms held you up, your fingers digging into the soft wool of his sweater. 

When Ransom pulled away, he didn’t move far, his forehead pressing to yours and his deep breaths ghosting past your lips, making you crave him more. 

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, baby,” he murmured, squeezing you in his arms and pressing a quick kiss to your swollen lips. “I think it’s time daddy gives you a little treat for being so good.” Ransom bucked his hips against you so you could feel the bulge in his pants, making you moan again.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you cried, throwing your head back and baring your throat to Ransom’s hungry mouth. His trailed kisses down your neck, grinding his erection against your belly until both of you were desperate with desire.

Then, he turned you around and knelt behind you, pushing your dress up past your hips and baring your ass to him. He pulled your panties down your legs, ducking forward to sink his teeth into the plush softness of your ass, making you squeal loudly. 

“Ransom!” you admonished your husband, shooting him a look over your shoulder, though there was no real heat to your tone. Especially not when Ransom licked the bite mark he’d left, wringing a soft whimper from your lips.

“You know I can’t help myself when it comes to your ass, baby,” Ransom said, exactly zero repentance in his tone. You huffed a laugh, but the sound devolved into a low groan when your husband began to play with the plug in your ass, pulling it out and pushing it back in. “You’re such a good girl,” Ransom murmured, pressing kisses to the globes of your ass between his words, “Wearing this pretty little plug for daddy—now it’s time for your reward.”

With that, Ransom eased the plug from your tight hole, tucking it into his pocket while he pulled out a small bottle of lube. He spread more in your ass and on his cock when he pulled it free from his pants. Then he was helping you sit down on his lap, his cock sliding easily into your tightest hole.

You gasped and moaned, feeling Ransom’s cock stretch your ass even more than the plug. But wearing it had prepared you well enough that it didn’t hurt. You only felt the delicious fullness and pleasure of Ransom filling you up, moaning happily when your ass pressed flush against your husband’s thighs. 

Ransom leaned back against the tree you sat beneath, pulling you to recline against his chest, making it impossible for you to move. All you could do was sit in your husband’s lap, your ass impaled on his cock, your pussy dripping down between your legs and coating his balls while you enjoyed the warm spring day, the sweet scent of the purple flowers filling your nose and the breeze rustling the trees of the forest.

“Enjoying your treat, baby?” Ransom rumbled in your ear, a little bit of teasing in his tone that made you squirm. Both of you moaned as you shifted and Ransom’s big hands grabbed your thighs, spreading your legs wide open. “Such a filthy little slut, baby girl,” he groaned, cupping your pussy in his palm. You whined, trying to grind against him, but he spanked your cunt instead, making you cry out. “Soaking wet from taking daddy’s cock in your ass when we’re supposed to be spending time with my family.”

You didn’t have a chance to respond because Ransom shoved three of his fingers into your pussy, the intrusion feeling so much more overwhelming with his cock buried in your other hole. You screamed. Your back arching away from Ransom’s chest, your head falling back on his shoulder, and the piercing wail of your pleasure filling your ears and the forest around you.

Quick as lightning, Ransom’s other hand flew to your throat and he squeezed it tightly, cutting off the sound. “You’re going to have to be quiet, baby girl, unless you want them to hear you,” he growled in warning. 

But at the same time, Ransom’s fingers began fucking your pussy, plunging sloppily into your cunt, his palm slapping against your clit with every thrust. It was all you could do to shriek and squeal as pleasure consumed you.  

“Do you want them to hear you being such a slut?” Ransom taunted you, his words only making you writhe and squirm more on his cock. “Do you want them to find you like this—my cock buried in your sweet ass, my fingers fucking your tight cunt, and you unable to control yourself because you’re such a fucking slut for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, not even knowing if you were agreeing with your husband or simply urging him on. Your pleasure was building, coiling tight in your core, and you knew if he kept up his treatment of your body, you were going to come. “Please, daddy, please can I come?” 

“Already, baby girl?” Ransom teased, warmth in his tone. You whined your answer, pressing your throat into his hand and he chuckled. Your husband brushed a kiss to your cheek, fucking you harder with his fingers, grinding his palm against your clit every time they bottomed out in your cunt. “Go ahead, baby, come whenever you want.”

That was all you needed to tip you over the edge. Your screams of pleasure were stifled by Ransom’s hand around your throat, choking you hard enough that your entire being was reduced down to the feeling of his cock in your ass and his fingers in your cunt. Your orgasm was explosive, your body going tight and shaking through wave after wave of ecstasy.

Your husband grunted in your ear, and you knew from the way his cock throbbed in your tight hole that he was spilling himself deep in your body. A pleased smile curved your lips as you sagged back against his chest, letting the warmth of his come fill you with as much satisfaction as your release had.

Heaving a deep groan of relief, Ransom’s body relaxed beneath yours, his arms circling your waist and holding you tight against his body while he pressed butterfly kisses to your cheek, neck and shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was as soft as his kisses, a contrast to the rough way he’d fucked you.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “I needed this today.”

You stroked his arms soothingly and turned your face so you could capture your husband’s lips in a gentle kiss. “I know, Ran,” you whispered when you pulled away. And you did. 

You knew how hard it was for Ransom to see his family. No matter how hard he tried, they still only saw him as the black sheep. In fact, marrying you was the only right thing he’d done in their eyes. 

It made days at the Thrombey house nearly unbearable, which was why you always went along with Ransom’s schemes to make it enjoyable for both of you. His ideas were often filthy and naughty, but they meant giving your husband the reassurance he needed to get through the day. 

So if you had to go along with a scheme on a spring day to help your husband, you were more than happy to do so—especially when it ended with the both of you smiling and content in each other’s arms.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Kids Of The Future

FastForward!Turtles x reader

A/N: Been having this idea for a while now, so decided it was time to write it down💙❤️💜🧡

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Arriving in the future and meeting Cody Jones, the great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil isn’t the only family surprise you and your turtle boyfriend stumble upon.

Warnings: I’m not sure what warnings apply to you meeting your own future great-grandchildren.

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Leonardo:

After the whole ordeal of finding Mikey somewhere in futuristic New York City in the year 2105, it was a relief to be back in Cody’s penthouse. Watching Raph and Mikey fight over the TV remote was oddly familiar and comforting. Master Splinter was right; adjusting wouldn’t be a problem.

“Well”, Leo said, turning to you with a small smile. “I guess date nights are going to be quite different for the time being”.

You snorted at his comment, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You think so?”

Leo nodded before placing a peck on your lips, causing his brothers to let out noises of disgust. But then someone came through the front door of Cody Jones’ penthouse.

“Hey, Cody!”, a voice sounded in the hallway, causing the turtles to stiffen, looking in the direction of the noise. Even Cody stiffened a bit, his eyes widening as if he had forgotten something.

You held on to Leo’s arm, watching as a young man walked in. His skin was green, and on his back he carried what looked like a small shell. His four fingers on his right hand, carried something that reminded you of a phone, reading from a hologram projected by the said phone. “Have you heard the news? Absolute chaos downtown. Undocumented aliens causing chaos with the peacekeepers and destroying a gravity level 3 road. It’s a mess! They even have pictures, and they kind of look like…”

Once he saw you and the turtles, he halted, before quickly pulling for the blaster on his left side. Cody told him no, as Leo moved a hand over to protect you, he and his brothers ready to jump at a moment’s notice.

“No, Kai!”, Cody yelled. “It is okay! They are with me!”

The so-called Kai looked from the fight ready turtles to Cody at his side. He hesitated for a moment, before he left his blaster alone in his belt with an audible sigh.

“We have talked about this Cody”, he said, looking like a tired older brother. You fought a chuckle. He kind of reminded you of Leo. “You have to tell me when you have people visiting. Remember last time? Where I almost shot up your and Darius’ business meeting, thinking those investors were there to kidnap you?”

“I’m sorry Kai, but it was kind of a spontaneous visit”, Cody said, rubbing his neck.

“Cody”, Leo said, drawing the young Jones' attention back to the turtle, rat and human, still ready for any attack. “Who is this?”

“I could ask the same thing”, Kai said. You were surprised at how well he matched Leo’s tone.

Cody started scratching his cheek, seeming a bit nervous, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them. “Uhm… Kai, this is Michelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Master Splinter and…” You saw Kai’s eyes widen, as if he was realizing something. His gaze moved straight to you and Leo. “This is Leonardo and (Y/N). Leonardo and (Y/N), this is Kai. My personal bodyguard and uhm… your great-grandson”.

Silence fell in the room. The stare down that happened between you and Leonardo and the shocked Kai had taken up every sound.

Great-grandson. You and Leo had a great-grandson. That meant you and Leo would have children. You and Leo would have children! The thought rocked your head, and from the expression on Leo’s face, he was just as shocked as you were.

“Personal bodyguard?”, Raph asked, crossing his arms with a disapproving look. “What kind of personal bodyguard isn’t home when their boss brings strangers home?”

“It’s my day off, okay!”, Kai exclaimed.

“Bad excuse”, Mikey teased, bringing a hand up, causing Kai to scowl at him.

“Bad excuse or not”, Donnie said, staring at Kai. “There’s no doubt that he’s a lot like Leo”.

“Would it surprise you to hear that my grandpa used to say the same thing?”, Kai asked.

The conversation that unfolded between Kai and Leonardo’s brothers was wild to say the least. You and Leo stood staring at them, not truly sure what to say or do with your future great-grandson in the room. Yet you still turned to Leo, not being able to hold your thoughts back.

“Whatever date nights you got planned while we’re here, I think it’s fair to say they’ll be successful”.

Leo nodded in agreement.

Raphael:

Still shaken by the incident on the road, you, your boyfriend Raph, Donnie, Leo and Splinter followed the “walking pile of scrap metal” - as Raph had called the robot - into the big penthouse apartment. Your boyfriend was still fuming, angry at the fact that all of you were in a nice penthouse while Mikey was out on the street somewhere.

Leo thanked the robot for his help, and mentioned how they needed to find their missing brother, but the robot continued talking about how his Master had ordered him to bring them there as fast as possible. You could feel the anger radiate off of Raphael whenever this Master was mentioned.

But then you met this so-called Master, and your world got turned upside down. A 15 year old boy named Cody. Cody Jones. The great-grandson of Casey Jones and April O’Neil. To say you were shocked was an understatement. But you were soon about to learn some more shocking news.

As Cody was explaining where he had gotten his collection from - his ninja turtles collection that is - Raphael noticed something that almost made him smile. His beloved sais, being on display just as proudly as his mask had been. Oh how he had missed them!

So as Cody, and his ginormous robot named Serling, continued to explain, Raph went over to the display, his fingers tingling as he got closer to the weapons.

He chuckled as he reached out for them. “I have missed ya!”, he said, a smile growing on his face. “Come to papa- Ow!”

Before Raph had been able to grab his sai, someone had slapped him over the fingers, causing him to retract his hand in pain. He turned to that someone, expecting it to be that Serling robot, only to be met by a turtle like humanoid, with flesh toned skin and an anger burning in her eyes.

She pushed Raph away, stepping between him and his sais.

“Hey!”, Raph yelled, immediately bouncing back. “I was in the middle of something, spoil sport!”

“Do not touch them!”, she yelled, blocking Raphael’s way.

“You don’t tell me what to do!”, Raphael yelled. “Now move! I want my sai!”

“You’re sai!? They are not you’re sai, you thick shell head! They are the sai of my great-grandfather! He used them to fight the Shredder, and used them while saving the world, several times! So if you think you’re worthy enough to call them yours, you’re not just mistaken! You’re dumb!”, she yelled in Raph’s face, the two of them locked in a growling match.

“Rogue”, Cody said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “That is your great-grandfather, Raphael”.

You saw as the realization hit both Raphael and Rogue the same time with the same exact expression. You blinked, taking in the scene in front of you, feeling as if a rock sank to the bottom of your stomach. It was like watching twins, except one was green and the other and a human skin like complexion.

“No way”, you heard Donatello whisper right behind you.

“You’re kidding, right?”, Rogue finally asked Cody, side eyeing Raphael harder than Raph had ever side eyed any one. Even you could tell they were related, and it was almost frightening.

“I am not kidding”, Cody answered, stepping between the two of them. “Rogue, this is Raphael, and as you know, your great-grandfather. And that-”. He gestured towards you. “-Is (Y/N), your great-grandmother”.

Rogue stared at you for a moment, before turning her gaze back towards Raphael. “Really, grandma? You look that good and you chose this”, she said, gesturing towards Raph.

“Yup”, Leo mumbled. “That’s Raph junior, alright”. You couldn’t help but agree.

“(Y/N)”, Raph called out, arms crossed and gaze firmly fixed on Rogue in a new staring contest. “Remind me to teach our children some manners, ‘coz this one obviously has none!”

“Great”, you breathed out, rolling your eyes. “This is going to be fun”.

Donatello:

“So, let me get this straight”, you said, standing from the spinning chair and walked closer to your boyfriend, Donatello, and Cody as they continued working on the Time Window. You haven’t even been here for a full two days, and the two of them were already looking for a way to get you back. You didn’t blame them for wanting to work fast. You and the turtles’ presents in 2105 could prove dangerous in more ways than one, and could only get worse the longer you stayed there. “You live in this big cool penthouse all alone, just you and Serling?”

“Yeah, mostly”, Cody said, helping your boyfriend connect two wires too small for his own three fingered hands.

“What do you mean by mostly?”, you asked, your brows frowning.

“Well, I have a family that comes and visits every once in a while”.

“Family?”, Donnie asked with a pleasant smile, watching as the wires got connected. “Does that mean there are more Jones’ out there?”

“No, not really”, Cody said, chewing his cheeks with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “They’re not really family, but I see them as such”.

“I know what you mean”, you smiled, before mindlessly letting one of your fingers trace the edge of Donnie’s shell. “I have the same feeling about a group of people I know”. Donnie smiled at that comment, taking your hand to give it a small kiss.

“They have been friends of my family for quite some time”, Cody said, just as thoughtful as before. “I’ve pretty much grown up with them”.

“Will we ever meet them?”, Donnie asked.

“Yeah, maybe”, Cody said, getting slightly nervous. “They usually show up uninvited - not that anything is wrong with it!”, he quickly added, seeming almost panicked. “It’s just the norm. Their parents are busy, you know. With all that quality control at O'Neil tech and paperwork and…”

“Quality control?”, you asked. “Do their parents work for you?”

“No”, Cody smiled a little sheepishly. “Their parents own part of the company, just like their parents did and… their parents…”

“Their parents?...”, Donnie repeated, confused.

You and Donnie wanted to ask what he was talking about, when a pair of young sounding laughters erupted from just outside the lab. Cody sat up, panic in his eyes as he looked towards the door. Suddenly two green young humanoids came into the lab, laughing at something one of them had said. You were shocked to see the small shell-like outlines on their backs, and their shortened number of digits on each hand and foot.

They saw you and Donnie and stopped dead in their tracks. “No way”, they mumbled as they enthusiastically poked you and Donatello, eyes wide and smiles big on their faces.

“Nova, Orion, be nice”, Cody sighed, sounding like an exhausted parent.

“But Cody, it is them!”, Nova exclaimed before jumping on you, her arms wrapping around you in a hug.

“This is amazing!”, Orion said, jumping up and down in front of Donatello. “I have so many questions! Mom and dad literally have a picture framed of you and grandma in their office! There’s so much I want to know, grandpa!”

“Grandpa?”, Donnie asked in confusion. “I’m sorry, but I think you got the wrong person. I’m only 18, and very much childless”.

“Yeah, obviously”, Nova said, still hugging you tightly. “You and grandma don’t have your first kid before 29”.

“Okay, that’s enough”, Cody said, pulling the two young terrapin-like creatures off of you. “Great-grandchildren, what can you do?”, Cody smiled, hoping to relieve you and Donnie from your shocked expressions, as he started pulling the young hyperactive twins out of the lab.

You and Donnie sat and stared after them for some time, before finally turning to one another.

“They have that from you”, he said, before turning back towards the wires.

“With the way you and your brothers act, I’ll have to disagree. That’s definitely from your side”, you said, leaning on his shoulder and watched as he worked.

Michelangelo:

In the short time you had been in the year 2105, you had actually liked it way more than you thought you would. The food was good and the air was fresher than you had expected. But even better was the entertainment. The movies were amazing, especially on Cody’s brand new TV, that would allow the viewer to enter the movie, watching it while standing and moving around the scene as it pleased them. You and your fun loving boyfriend, Mikey, had already made great use of that feature, often bringing junk food along with you, snacking loudly during even the quietest scenes. Never had you thought that you would be able to wave your fries in the face of the villain of a horror movie.

But if there was one thing better than the food and movies of the future, it was the video games. Both you and Mikey agreed; the video games of 2105 was absolutely amazing! The storylines, the dialog, the graphics! Oh! How you wished you could get to see something like that in your own lifetime! Especially something like Helix.

As soon as you and Mikey learned about the existence of Helix, no one could get you or him to stop playing it. It took merely a few days before you had finished and played it through half a dozen times. So when the two of you learned about the upcoming sale of Helix 2, you and Mikey were over the Moon Station, begging Cody to take you to the mall to get it. And much to your happiness, he did, although with a sigh as you can Mikey started running circles around him.

Once at the mall, your enthusiasm didn’t diminish in the least. With big eyes you took in your surroundings. Aliens of all sorts mingled among each other, talking and buying everything from clothes and normal day to day articles, to high end luxuries from big name brands, that you had not yet heard of.

As you walked through the mall in search of the game store, hand in hand with Mikey, followed by his brothers and Cody, you came by the open space that went several floors up and several floors down. A viewing spot, where you could see people on escalators and elevators, along with the restaurants down on the ground floor. That was when you noticed the advertisement on the big screens that hung around on the floors. It was for the new Helix 2 game along with a strangely familiar guy, who stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips, posing over the neon green title of Helix 2.

Mikey noticed how your attention was drawn off to the side, and followed your gaze to the advertisement. He stopped dead in his tracks, causing the rest to stop in confusion.

“Who the shell is that?”, Mikey asked, pointing to the terrapin-like person on the holographic poster, where the title shone and the guy winked at the people watching him. “Awfully handsome fellow though”.

“Oh, I feared this day would come”, Cody sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Michelangelo, that is Dash. Dash Hamato. Five times winner of the Intergalactic Gaming Championships, and a pretty good friend of mine”.

“Wait, Hamato?”, Leo asked, hands in the air. “As in, Hamato Yoshi?”

“Yup”, Cody said with a nod. “Hamato as in Michelangelo and (Y/N) Hamato. The great-grandfather and great-grandmother of Dash Hamato”.

Your mouth fell open. You looked from Cody to the advertisement of Dash, who once again winked to the people walking through the mall. That was your great-grandson?!

“Oh no”, Raph mumbled, facepalming as he realized what was coming.

“Hell yeah sonnie!”, Mikey yelled, fist in the air as he turned back towards the poster of Dash as Raph growled in frustration. “Champion, just like his great-grandpa! I can see that the Battle Nexus Champion gene is running strong in the family!”

“Not this again!”, Raph said, shaking his head in his hands, causing Leo to put a supporting hand on his shoulder.

“He made a deal with Helix after his third win, and is now their official spokesperson”, Cody explained, watching as Mikey jumped in happiness.

“I have to meet this guy!”, Mikey said, before turning to you. “(Y/N)! Our great-grandson is Helix spokesperson! We have to meet him!”

“I don’t know, Mikey”, Cody said, scratching his neck. “Dash is a busy guy. He takes his gaming very seriously and is often hard to get a hold of. He lives on the Moon Base because the darker atmosphere makes it easier for him to practice his gaming”.

“That sounds like a descendant of Mikey”, Donnie chuckled.

“No great-grandson of mine can leave his great-grandparents hanging like that!”, Mikey said, wrapping an arm around you. “First we get Helix 2, and then we get a hold of Dash! Time to teach him some family gaming tricks!”, he said and started marching the two of you towards the gaming store.

[alextydaisuda123]

Grandpa pepper and his grandson Pepperman

I remembered that there was such an old pepper in the game. I have long wanted to draw him together with Pepperman, but I still couldn’t bring myself to do it. I don't know if he's related to Pepperman or not (it's not said anywhere), but I've seen someone make it a headcanon that they're related. And damn, I want it too! ;0;💙 I'll make this a headcanon too, they look so cute.🥺 Both are peppers and both are strong, I suppose Pepperman became so strong and pumped up thanks to his grandfather☺️. And yes, his grandfather is still alive 😌👍.

[quintessenceofdust88]

Gabby, you made ne so crazy about Nonna Rosa and little blobs i can't stop thinking about her find out she's gonna be great-grandma and constantly calling Tommy to make sure he takes good care of his pregnant husband. And they are going to see her and she's knitting so many stuff for babies and absolutely adores pregnant Buck and touches his belly a lot, baking and cooking for him a lot too. She spoils her grandson in law bc she's so so happy and greatfull her Tomaso found the man who loves him and who gives him family. She also speaks Italian to babies through Buck's stomach. Even when they are back to LA. She has so many Italian fairytales memorized and she reads it to babies through the phone . (bc her great-grandchildren would speak it better than their father. She'll make sure if it.)

Tommy even a little jealous his nonna calls every day to speak to babies and Evan, not him, but when he sees Evan, with his belly big, on bed rest, napping while his phone is on speaker and his Nonna's voice reading stories he heard from her too, he feels so happy. That's his family. He did it

Anyway this is my head canon of your fic 💙

DIANA OMG AND WHAT A SWEET HEADCANON IT IS 🥹🥹🥹

I have SO MANY ideas about Nonna and the Blobs, you have no ideaaa!! Let it be known they aren't her first great-grandchildren, but they're her Tomasino's which will automatically make them her favorites!! (Cause Tommy is her favorite grandson given she basically raised him ❤️). But she wouldn't cut him any slack, she'd make sure he takes good care of his pregnant man!

The amount of knitting she'd make for these babies!! She'd make them blankets just like she made for Thomas when he was a baby (and he still has it!!), and they'd be ready when they.come to visit her (like, a week after she found out Buck's pregnant hehe). And awww, her constantly touching his bump and baking him all his favorites! ('Tommy, help, I don't think I can eat any more cinnamon rolls!' 'Sweetheart, I couldn't stop her from feeding you when you weren't pregnant, what makes you think I can stop her now??')

Nonna has the best recipes for morning sickness and for healthy pregnancies ('Pah, drugstore vitamins! What you need is a good Italian chicken broth, Evanino!') and she sends them home with about a thousand Tupperwares when they go back to LA ('Nonna, I don't think we can get through airport security with this' 'Hm, next time you should come in your elicottero, tesoro')

Would you believe me if I told you I had this exact idea of her telling Italian fairytales for the babies?? The same ones she told Tommy when he was a kid 🥺

But I do think she'd come to LA (on her own cause 'I've traveled all the way from Italy sixty years ago, Tommaso, do you really think half a country will keep me from taking care of my boys and their babies?'), at least temporarily, once Buck gets closer to due date because there's no way she's missing the birth of her bisnipoti. ❤️❤️

(They don't have a guest room ready for her, so Bobby and Athena offer for her to stay with them. Two days and they start plotting ways to never let her go back to Indiana again)

She spends all afternoons with Buck, telling him stories about her childhood in Italy while she cross-stitches. And when he naps she talks to the babies in the softest voice so as not to wake her Evanino.

And Tommy? Tommy would of course be a little jealous (he never had to share Nonna's top spot before hehe), but yeah, his heart would burst with happiness. Especially one day when Evan's cuddled up to him on the couch, napping contentedly after they hosted a barbecue for their fire family, and Tommy's gently singing an Italian lullaby for his bump. That's when Nonna comes to him and presses a kiss to his forehead: 'What a beautiful life you've created for yourself, Thomas. I'm so proud of you, bambino mio.'

Anyway thank you smmm for sharing your headcanon with me, darling! Nonna and the blobs mean the world to me and it makes me so happy to see you love them too!!! Your ask truly made my day 🥹🥹🥹

[misslavenderlady]

The Lost Boys - Former/Human Names

We only know the boys on a first name basis, but long ago they had entirely different identities. Here is what they were known as when they were human 🦇

Peter David Williams Jr. 🖤

If you've read my post about the human lives I've come up for each of the boys, you'll know I said that David was a junior that went by his middle name. He had a very cold and distant relationship with his parents, so he wanted his own identity, not that of his father.

His first name, Peter, was his father's. It's inspired by the character of Peter Pan, of which The Lost Boys is particularly inspired by. Being that he's the leader of The Lost Boys, it only seemed fitting that David's real name would reflect on that.

The surname Williams has gotten passed around a bit in the fandom as David's last name. This is quite fitting as it could represent how he's a man of "will", fighting for his desires.

Marcello Romano 💚

According to Alex Winter himself, Marko never told anyone his real name. Not even the other boys.

In my background story for him, Marko went on the run after he brutally murdered his mother's killer. He lived on the streets for the remainder of his human life until he met David. Being too heartbroken over his mother and too scared of the consequences for taking a life, he told David that his name was "Marco" as a coverup. As far as he was concerned, Marcello Romano no longer existed. When he became a vampire, he was reborn.

When they eventually went back to America, he changed the spelling to Marko and learned to hide his Italian accent.

Marcello means "little warrior", relating to Markos fighting spirit. Romano refers to "of Rome" which is where he was originally from.

Diwane Greyeyes/Dwayne Rivers ❤️

Dwayne is an interesting one because he actually has TWO different human names. One from his time living with his mother's tribe and one living in New York with his father's family.

His father was an outsider who joined the Wyandot tribe his mother was apart of. He learned a lot about their culture and language but sometimes got things mixed up. When Dwayne was born, his mother mentioned the help of the Arendiwane (which is the Wyandot name for the medicine people). His father mistook this as a name and used part of the word to name his first child. Diwane.

The surname Greyeyes comes as inspiration from John W. Greyeyes, a leader and lawyer of the Wyandot tribe. He was buried in the same place Dwayne himself was born.

When his family had to move across the country to New York, his father knew they couldn't use their current identities. It would make them targets for mistreatment and prove to be extra difficult for finding good jobs. So the spelling of his first name was changed to "Dwayne" while his surname was changed to the westernized version of his father's (from Rivera to Rivers).

Paul Henry Moore 💙

Not only is Paul the only Lost Boy to come from a wealthy family, but he's also the only one to not have changed his name at some point. Though he was happy to just go by his first name, as he wanted not to do with the memory of his incredibly abusive family.

The full name is inspired by William Henry Moore, a famous financer who was one of the business owners that merged with Carnegie Steel, which is the industry of which Paul's family got their riches from. Growing up, his parents would call him "Paul Henry" if he was in trouble (which happened a lot).

Ironically, Moore did have a son and a grandson named "Paul".

[ramblingoak]

A Sweater For His Siren

~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~

Mountain x Rain ~ Just another lil snippet from my upcoming story A Petal For Your Thoughts. The fic is part of an au series that takes place in the small town of Lucifer's Hollow.

Previous snippets: here, here, here and here

Warnings: lots and lots of fluff, sfw, enjoy!

As Rain soon finds out, Mountain knits most of his sweaters as well as the blankets he has around his house.

It was something he learned as a kit, bored during the winter with not much to do. His mother had taken him to the local craft store and while wandering around he became infatuated with all the varieties and colors of yarn available. The owner, a woman everyone in Lucifer's Hollow called 'Grandma Goore', had noticed his interest and offered to teach him. From then on he spent many of his afternoons after school diligently creating anything and everything Grandma Goore taught him.

After Rain had swiped a few of his sweaters Mountain decided it would be best to stock up on yarn and make some new ones. Maybe a few specifically for his water ghoul in the hopes that his own would stay safely in his dresser. So with Rain's hand firmly in his they made the trek down Main Street. Passed Omega's vet clinic, Paws and Claws, and Cowbell's record store, Second Pressing. It was tempting to stop in Sweets and Treats, Phantom's bakery, but when Mountain glanced inside he saw Swiss leaning against the counter and he decided it was best not to interrupt the 'master at work'.

Swiss's words, not his.

When they reached their destination Mountain paused, tugging Rain close against his side while he stared up at the store's sign. Grandma Goore had sadly passed away a few years prior but the store was still there, now run by her grandson, Mary. Not much had changed besides the name. The same items were in stock although now there was a dedicated section year round to Halloween. Mary even continued the classes his grandma always taught, having been taught by her just like Mountain was.

"GraveYarns?" Rain's voice shook him out of his thoughts. When Mountain turned to look at him Rain had one delicate dark blue eyebrow quirked up. "Kind of an odd name for a craft store."

"It'll make sense when you meet the owner." Mountain squeezed his hand and led him towards the door. "Come on little siren, let's get you some yarn."

Other snippets from Tales From Lucifer's Hollow: Mr. November (copia x aether) snippets so far: here and here Sweets and Treats (swiss x phantom/aeon) snippets so far: here and here

I've decided not to use my tag list for these lil snippets but if you'd like to be added to the one I'll use for this series or any of my other fics pls leave a comment! Thank you 💙

My Masterlist ~ My Archive of our Own ~ My Ko-Fi Tip Jar

[mamaspark]

I bought this book for my grandson. Being a quilter, how could I not, right?

I decided I would try and make a quilt similar to the one in the book. I don’t think my daughter wants another quilt so it will be going to a friend’s kids. I used the cutest flannel for the back.

On top of that I decided to try a couple of studies too. I need to get the stuffing for them and then I can finish them. I put a dark blue Minky on the back of these. I 💙 how they look!

Happy Halloween friends!! 💙💙💙

[goatcheeseandmilk]

I’m not going anywhere

Short little broppy oneshot abt poppy comforting branch 💕💙

(my first ever fanfic?? go easy on me)

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I’m Not Going Anywhere

The sun was finally setting, revealing a night sky that was covered in stars. After a long day of being on the road and trying to practice their “perfect family harmony” to save Floyd the group decided to take a break before it was time to turn in for the night. JD and Bruce were chatting off in the distance while looking at some tree and Clay was inside the bus getting his bed ready for the night. Branch was busy being lost in his own world. He sat down in the grass, running his blue fingers along the blades. Of course seeing his brothers again after all these years was great and he was happy to see them again but it also wasn’t easy. The whole ordeal exhausted him with the emotional war constantly happening in his head.

He hated the way being with his brothers made him feel like that baby again. Helpless and small watching them walk out the door, leaving him alone with their grandmother who then died at the hands of a bergen not long after. Before her death Branch could tell how much she missed her grandsons. She’d put on a happy face for him of course but he could still hear her crying sometimes at night. He held onto the hope that they would return and that they could be a family again. He built the bunker for them just like him and Floyd had planned all those years ago still hoping they’d come back. Part of him hated them for what they did to not just him but also their grandmother.

He hated them for leaving him especially when he needed them the most. He hated them for leaving him to be alone after their grandma died. He hated them for not being there to do something so their grandma didn’t have to die. He hated them even for trying to pretend like nothing happened since then, for trying to pretend like he’s still that baby they abandoned. Even with all the hate he couldn’t help but still love them. He couldn’t help but still want to be a family again and fix what had become so broken. He could recognize that they all came from broken lives in some way and that he wasn’t the only one who had suffered. All of it was confusing and hard to understand.

His complicated thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. One that he loved to hear, the voice that always seemed to speak the right words when he needed it. The voice that belonged to his favorite face in the world.

“Branch?” Poppy said gently, sitting down in the grass next to him, knees curled up to her chest mimicking how he was sitting, her shoulder resting against his, “Are you alright?” She spoke slowly and carefully. “Not really” is what he wanted to say but then he knew that would lead to a “what’s wrong?” and that was a question that was too complicated for him to even answer to himself.

So instead he replied, “Yea, I’m alright”, in a shaky whisper, not quite selling it like he wanted to. He assumed Poppy wasn’t going to take that for an answer and he knew that she knew better than anybody when he wasn’t really alright. It was impossible for him to hide his true emotions from her.

It was to his surprise when instead of digging for a better response she simply replied to his answer with, “I’m proud of you.” She leaned into his shoulder as she said it and tried to catch his eye.

He looked up from the ground locking his gaze into her pink eyes with a slightly confused look on his face, “For what?” he asked. She gave him a small but genuine smile.

“For all of it,” She said, grabbing hold of his hand and running her thumb along it, “for being here right now, for giving family and trust another chance, for how far you’ve come, for having such a great heart even after everything you’ve been through, all of it.” He looked back at the ground, feeling hot tears spring into his eyes that he tried to keep from falling, she kept her gaze on him and squeezed his hand. “I know this isn’t easy for you, Branch but I’m so proud of you for taking it all in so well. We’re in this together, me and you, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”

Branch looked back into her eyes as she reached up with her free hand to wipe away the tears that fell despite his protest. She always knew exactly what to say to him. Most of the time he felt like he didn’t deserve someone like her. She was, without a doubt, the best thing in his life and he would do anything not to lose her.

That was one of his many reasons for being so hesitant to come on this trip. He knew it would be difficult, he knew how vulnerable it would make him, he knew how many complicated emotions would come up. He was terrified to have the girl he loved see him like this. He was scared it’d push her to give up and leave him just like everybody else had in the past, but hearing her say those words made him realize he had nothing to be scared of. She not only understood him but she accepted and loved him for where he was at.

“I love you,” He said. Three words that seemed so simple and routine but that meant everything to him. Three words that silently spoke a thousand more.

She smiled at him before she pulled him in for a hug, wrapping her arms around him tightly, “I love you too, Branch, so much.” He knew she meant it too and for that moment all of the questions without answers, all of the pain and hurt, all of the confusing thoughts and feelings didn’t matter anymore. He had Poppy and that’s all that mattered.

thanks for reading hope you enjoyed :)

I love them so much

[knight-says-rollout]

JAZZWAVE PLAYLIST

FINALLY

Songs are included ONLY off lyrical content, if I tried to make a genre playlist it would be entirely electroswing (love child of jazz music and electronic) and while I love electroswing there aren’t enough applicable songs for these two

(credit in playlist description but to double down, the art is by ueonyup)

Songs listed below the cut

Lost In The Rhythm - Jamie Berry, Octavia Rose

For Elise - Saint Motel

Stolen Dance - Milky Chance

My Dearest One - Scatman Crothers

The Fall - half•alive

Cringe - Matt Maeson

Make Me Feel Like - Saint Motel

Stereo Hearts - Gym Class Heroes

The Games You Play - Wax Tailor

I’ve got that tune - Chinese Man

Puzzle Pieces - Saint Motel

Crazy Bird - Wild Child

A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

Dirty - grandson

Bells - The Unlikely Candidates

The Good In Me - Jon Bellion

Dear Dictator - Saint Motel

Short Skirt / Long Jacket - CAKE

Move Me - half•alive

Heart of a Dancer - The Happy Fits

Too Late To Say Goodbye - Cage The Elephant

Money - The Drums

Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Until I Found You - Stephan Sanchez

Treasure - Bruno Mars

Fred Astaire - Jukebox The Ghost

Problems - Mother Mother

Move - Saint Motel

Cheap Thrills - Sia

Say My Name - ODESZA, Zyra

Play Me Like A Violin - Stephan

If Only in the Night - Autoheart

The Precious Hours - Proleter

Liquid Paradise - The Speakeasies’ Swing Band!

Grenade - Bruno Mars

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

[anamoon63]

Thank you to @nocturnalazure, @kimmiessimmies and @marcishaun for the question! 😘❤️I decided to answer in one post and with only one sim because I'm having a bit of a busy weekend, I had a small window of time to sit down and do this and I really didn't want to leave anyone behind, so I hope that's not a problem. 😉

TONY LANGERAK

I'm sure nobody expected this, but Tony Langerak was my first ever favorite sim, 'favorite' being understood as a sim you can't stop playing with and that also has its own story. So for this time and in answer to my dear three mutuals who asked me this question, I am going to list 5 facts about my beloved Tony. 💙

THE FACTS:

Fact # 1

Tony Langerak is not technically an OC of mine because he was born in game, but his looks and personality are totally my creation. As his last name says, he is descended from the Langeraks of Sunset Valley; he's Dustin's great grandson and Parker's grandson. He was born in Hidden Springs, then he migrated to Starlight Shores, then back to Hidden Springs, and finally settled in Island Paradise. He has a twin brother, Mike; they are not really identical but if you dress and style them alike, they will look very similar! (BTW, Mike is married to the famous singer Miranda Cho, sister of another famous singer Michelle Cho, both Dale' Cho's aunts. This is where the Langerak and Cho families meet!). Tony is and adult (around the middle 40s), and belongs to generation four of The Kamels of Hidden Springs (One gen before the Cho Brothers). In addition to having a twin, Tony has two older sisters who are also twins, Kamillah and Lillian. And a brother older than all of them, Kurt.

Fact #2

Tony didn't go to college; his dream was to be a writer (Illustrious Author). To pursue it, he moved to Starlight Shores with his twin brother and the two of them worked hard to get to the top. It was there that Tony met his first wife, outstanding acrobat Cassandra Steele. His stay at Starlight Shores didn't last long though, as he became an explorer and traveled all around the world to get relics to sell, making money very quickly. His aspiration then changed drastically, now his desire was to have a Private Museum, which he eventually achieved. Also, after getting practically all the treasures he could in his adventures around the world, Tony managed to achieve his primary aspiration which was to become a famous writer. He began writing about his travels, and then he continued with novels of all genres, including an autobiography.

Fact #3

In terms of skills, Tony is quite talented and multifaceted, not only mastering writing but also painting, sculpting, and in his spare time, he plays the drums. He's a seasoned traveler and explorer, he's a professional diver, he's an expert in martial arts, and he practices meditation. Additionally, and thanks to Jeannine, he knows all the secrets of nectar making, has his own vineyard and wine cellar, and, of course, he has his own winery in his vacation home in France.

Fact #4

Today, Tony leads a fairly peaceful life, but it wasn't always easy, it may have been full of successes, but it was also full of failures, mainly his love life, which was quite chaotic. He married very young to Cassandra Steele, but during their marriage, on one of his trips to Champs Les Sims, he met Jeannine Lambert with whom he had an affair that later turned into a steady romance. For a while, Tony led a double life, being unfaithful to Cassandra (perhaps due to his commitment issues). When he finally confessed to Cassandra about his affair with Jeannine, she asked him for a divorce. Tony begged her for a long time to forgive him, but Cassandra wouldn't budge, and they ended up separating. The post-divorce period was a very dark time for Tony, during which he drank himself into an alcoholic. It was difficult for him to get out of it, but he finally did and, once sober, he made the heartbreaking decision to forget Cassandra forever and propose marriage to Jeannine.

Fact #5

Jeannine was not Tony's only romance. After his divorce from Cassandra, Tony had several other affairs, including a marriage with Mia Azul, the red-haired mermaid from Island Paradise; a more or less long relationship with Aislara Alvarez with whom he had a son; and even a steamy affair with Adaeze Min in Shang Simla. But all that is already behind him (apparently), he is now happily married to Jeannine and lives with her and their four children in Island Paradise. Jeannine has been trying to convince him to move permanently to their house in Champs Les Sims, but Tony is not sure, as he is very attached to the island. Recently Cassandra called him and asked him to meet to discuss an undisclosed matter, will she come back to disrupt Tony's life again, or will she let him finally enjoy his peaceful marriage with Jeannine? We will see!

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Additional note: Tony and Cassandra's story has been on hiatus for like two years or more now, but it's still going on in my imagination, lol. I hope to resume it soon.

Additional note 2: I know the answer to this ask was supposed to be only 5 facts, but you know, I'm a compulsive storyteller, plus when I start talking about my sims there's no stopping me, so they weren't really 5, but more like five groups of many. 😋

I have much, much more to say about Tony, but this will be all for today. Thank you all for reading this far! 😊💗

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ they laugh, smiling as they watch their lover, before slowly giving up the attack ]

"There. Call me a mouse again, I dare you."

[ they poke Ody in the side, realizing his limpness from the relentless attack, and they pull them right against them, giving him a close, long kiss before guiding his head to their shoulder ]

"You're limp as a doll, love. I didn't intend to get you that well, but oh well. Rest. But don't you go biting my shoulder again, I'm trusting you."

[ with one more tease, they ruffle his hair, kissing behind his ear then his neck and shoulder ]

ooc: holiday-related asks you say... I'm here to deliver! also, I hope you have loads of fun despite the business!! :D /gen

Holidays were always a fun part of the year for Odysseus; mostly due to the fact it meant extended time with family and friends. Often including extravagant meals and games at his palace.

While the past twenty years had events that made the holidays rather miserable the war, being stuck on an island, and getting into conflicts with the gods there was a few people Odysseus could still spend his time with.

The siren doesn't announce themselves as they approach the prophet's island, deciding to make their presence known at first by getting just close enough to brush his fingers against Tiresias' sides in a surprise tickle.

[ in the underworld, time can feel—and normally is—pretty irrelevant. It doesn’t get colder nor warmer, and there’s no signs for whenever the seasons change. Once dead, your sense of time and space begins to fade away, especially because there’s no need for it. Even still, Tiresias acutely aware that there were certain times more people were excited about one day or week than others, and it didn’t often take a genius to see when that time came around, much less a prophet ]

[ usually they sat closest to their willow tree, or at the highest peak of their isle, but through more visits, they have begun sitting down by the rocky shores more often. Particularly, they have found a perch for themselves on a rock not too far from the island, but not attached to it, either. It was a peaceful rock, and where they sat now, blindly zoning out and instead tuning in to the birds, and the whispers of the souls ]

[codenamesazanka]

what are your lgbt headcannons for the league if you have any? also do you have any trans hcs?

is it correct to call them headcanons when I think we can say the League are all gay/queer in all but name and canon (my interpretation why) So, warning that I'm pretty out of touch with community concepts, so forgive me if I understand a term wrong!; and these are all personally my general take and opinions, but none of them are 100% hard, consistent 'facts' for me even in my own portrayals, plus I’ve enjoyed and support many other people’s lgbtq+ headcanons, but for me I tend to go with:

Shigaraki: gay; grey ace; I enjoy the idea that he's x-gender/non-binary

Spinner: my beautiful wreck of a disaster hybristophiliac gay; demiromantic/demisexual!; I think intersex Spinner would be super cool!!!; very sad lack of trans Spinner content in fandom though

Toga: Okay, this is not a headcanon because Toga is canonically bi 🩷💜💙. I've seen a few trans Toga headcanons before and I love that.

Twice: Bi! bi! bi! I have a friend who says of Jin "He's asexual and he totally fucks," and I love it.

Mr. Compress: Definitely mlm, though whether he's bi/pan or gay, I can't say. I think I like him being bi/pan, though.

Magne: gnc/butch trans woman! And I think she should totally be bi/pan.

Ujiko: his soulmate is AFO and AFO only. I'm curious about the wife or partner he might have had to produce a grandson (Tsubasa???) but think that was a cover. As one must when one is truly married to the demon lord of evil.

All For One: GENDERFLUID X-/AGENDER AFO who didn't care whether hir new body was male or female. <333 This one is canon too. <333

Most importantly, Dabi:

Thanks for the ask!