#headcannons i guess?

[martiansodas-blog]

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

it’s very easy to get art wrapped around your finger.

and it’s even easier to get him into bed.

your second year of college and you’re able to get a dorm just to yourself. your room is decorated all cutesy with star string lights and a plant and lots of colors. it’s arts safe space. you even made a copy of your key for him.

you love spoiling him and he loves being spoiled. don’t worry, he gives back as much as he takes.

“cmere baby” is all you have to say for him to crawl into your bed.

always always always lays inbetween your legs with his back facing you and his head on your shoulder. he’s taller than you but he’s a lean boy so he doesn’t crush you.

you’ll play with his hair in this position. it’s not uncommon for him to drift in and out. he’s just a little guy! he doesn’t need to think around you.

art cannot feel the weight of the tennis world when you hold him. you’re like a forcefield. he will tell you still talk to you about his sport of course but it’s different.

and as soon as your realize that the more you lean into it.

“who’s my special guy?” you say with his face in your hands. blush running rampant.

“i am.”

“that’s right.”

then you give him kisses all over his face till he’s giggling.

should i write a full on art dumbification fic or no

[critterzone13]

kinda messy but wanted to do something with them

matthew and kevin making their last moments as two people bittersweet sorry if its a lil confusing but heres a lil thing below writing what they said in each pic

kinda my first times doing something big like this

Matthew: man, I couldnt even think of eating cause-

kevin: you know we weren't allow to eat 12 hours before, right? matthew: yes kevin...sorry just trying to make a conversation.. kevin: ah, I tried eating but was caught, wanted a last meal yaknow? matthew: w-we are not dying! just going into...

kevin: a bigger body... yeah but WE dont know what's gonna happen IF we make it- like

kevin: what if we DO become doey, they just- only feed us dough, like for the rest of our lives! and-and ONLY get colors if we're good!

matthew: ....

matthew: that's dumb what both: ... both start snickering

kevin: yeah that is dumb!

both of their laughs slowly go into crying as they hug

[attaiii]

thinking abt dazai writing ominous shit on sticky notes and hiding them in library books, bus stops, old vending machines—anywhere someone might find them and have a silent breakdown. stuff like “he knows” or “don’t sit in the third seat from the left” or just a timestamp and a smiley face. he's not doing it for any particular reason, he just wants to see if he can instill dread in a stranger on a tuesday afternoon. this is his enrichment activity. his weekly giggle. his teeheeing time. he once wrote “run” in red ink on a paper napkin and slipped it into someone’s back pocket just to see what they’d do. he has a folder on his phone titled “social experiments” that is absolutely just blurry pictures of people looking confused and absolutely mortified. he's just a silly little guy with a penchant for minor phycological warefare

[kraenny]

The gang is here

[pressureplus]

❤️ Sebastian Solace Cuddling Headcannons❤️

Warnings: N/A

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• Honestly, considering how much of him is covered in scales? This man stays cool.

• Like a pillow that you've just flipped over to the cold side, but he stays that way literally all the time, not cold enough to chill you but definitely not a source of heat of you're already chilly

• All that said he is 100% a cuddler

• He doesn't produce enough heat to warm himself to a comfortable human temperature so that's what you're for : )

• His chilly ass clawed hands will creep up your warm sides and squeeze, already pushing up against you because GOD you are just a cute little toasty thing, aren't you?

• Has probably snuck up on and spooked you with the former bullet point

• If you aren't careful he will just grab you and stick you in his coat so he can have you with him for the day

• Wants to cuddle frequently, even if it's just holding your hand, he'll take what he can get

• Man's starved for any affection, please treat him like he's desirable and not a giant fish creature

• The way he curls up with you under the blankets in his makeshift bed, snuggling in the back room behind his shop that he calls his own, is so loving and sweet when no one's looking

• He's mean and sassy and rude but when you're having the good snuggle time you aren't getting a WORD of it, he needs the good touch and isn't gonna push it

• You only get any of this if he trusts you. A lot.

• He wraps his body around you like a Snek, frequently doing those little tongue flickies

• The ear fins? Wiggling. The fishy tail? Waggling. It's very easy to guess how pleased he is with any amount of affection and attention that you have to give him

•. . . No matter how hard he tries to convince you like five minutes after you're done that he finds you annoying, know that he loves you, it's just hard for him to admit he likes the attention verbally

• Holds you like you're a beautiful ocean treasure and he is the sea monster that guards it ❤️

[hanafubukki]

Summary: You never expected your cute bunny costume to elicit this type of reaction from Lilia Vanrouge.

After returning from Deuce’s hometown, you and Silver decided to show off your costumes to Lilia and the others.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Lilia commented how cute the outfits were while taking a bunch of pictures.

But you knew something was off as you spoke to Malleus, seeing those magenta eyes watching your every move.

A shiver went up your spine.

You swore you saw a fanged smirk from the corner of your eye.

Breath in.

Breathe out.

Melodic laughter fill the air as you ran.

You remember how Lilia cornered you right before this game of his.

Hand cupping your face as he leaned into you, “Run, my cute rabbit, run as fast as you can.”

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You knew he was playing with you.

Could catch you any minute.

The light touch at your back or your ears teased how close he is to you this whole time.

How it was his choice to allow you to run.

But if you turned this corner…

A stream of water came to view.

“Oh?”

You flung yourself into the water as quick as you could.

The air stilled.

Before laughter broke out.

“Clever little prey. I went too easy on you.”

“I caught you~”

Fuck.

You were so close.

Gasps filled the air.

Clawed fingers wipes the tears clinging to your lashes.

Your outfit in tatters around you.

He couldn’t help the low chuckle escape him.

You were such a cunning prey.

And now? Such a delicious one.

He wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

You had his blood pumping during the hunt and he planned on using this extra energy on you.

“Lilia…”

“Hm?”

“Plea- Ah!”

“Not yet Beloved, I’m far from done.”

His hunger was far from satisfied.

Oh Bunny event, how you entice me so with bunnies💞💞💚💚

[ghostly-bat]

normal people:listens to ASMR to fall asleep

jon:listens to damians heartbeats to fall asleep

When Jon was first getting used to his powers, his super hearing was one of the abilities he had an extra hard time with. Being able to hear everything and anything all at once almost all the time would drive any man crazy, much less a 13-year-old.

Jon asked his dad how he was able to handle all the noise all the time, with tears running down his face out of frustration.

His dad, understanding what it felt like, pulled his son into a hug and gently wiped the tears from his face.

"Well, I try to focus on at least one sound. Sometimes it's the wind, sometimes it's the ocean; it'll take a lot of practice, but trust me, you'll get there."

Jon wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"Does it have to be the wind or the ocean?"

At that, Clark smiled, seeing that his son had calmed down a bit.

"No, of course not. If I'm being honest with you, most of the time I like to listen in on your mom's heartbeat. Or yours." With that, Clark gave Jon a kiss on the forehead, assuring him that everything was going to be okay.

It was a couple of weeks later that Jon was finally able to pinpoint the sounds of his mom's heartbeat, his dad's, and even Connor's. But one night, he decided he wanted to try his hearing out on people outside of his own family, and that's when he realized he could hear Damian's heartbeat.

It was smooth and steady, almost hypnotic. And within five minutes of listening to it, Jon was knocked out cold.

He immediately noticed the difference between other people's heartbeats and Damian's. While other people's hearts can be rather erratic at times, Damian's heart seemed to never falter, always keeping that steady and methodical pace. So on nights when it did falter and become erratic, Jon immediately knew what was wrong.

On the first night he noticed that something was off with Damian's heartbeat, he acted on instinct and flew all the way to Gotham, only to find out that Damian had had a nightmare.

"You get nightmares?"

"Of course I get nightmares, Jon."

Damian just never seemed the type to. Though, when Jon thought about it and considered Damian's upbringing, he felt stupid for even questioning it.

"... Do you wanna talk about it?" he asked.

"No, I'd much rather go back to sleep... Also, how did you know I was awake?" Damian stared at him with suspicion, and Jon decided that it was just better to tell him rather than not.

Once Damian knew that Jon liked to listen to his heartbeat, he wasn't the biggest fan of it at first, but it wasn't like he could really do anything to stop Jon, so Damian decided to let it be.

There were those nights, though, when Damian would have a particularly bad nightmare, and Jon would come knocking on his window to make sure that everything was okay. Damian hardly ever talked about his nightmares, but when he did, Jon just listened. On nights when Damian didn't want to talk about them, Jon simply offered a round of Cheese Viking or an episode or two of whatever anime it was that they were into.

This became routine as they got older, until one night Jon decided to try a different method. The reason for this method, though, was because Jon was particularly exhausted, having stayed up extra late studying for his 12th-grade history test he had the next morning. But hearing the spike in Damian's heart, despite his exhaustion, wasn't going to stop him from comforting his best friend/crush.

"I'm just gonna lay here and hold you until you fall asleep..."

"Don't you have a test in the morning?"

Jon groaned, already having laid on Damian's bed with his eyes closed. He gently pulled Damian down onto his chest, draping an arm around the smaller boy's waist.

"I'll be fine. I have flight and super speed for a reason."

Jon was able to quickly fall back asleep, listening as Damian's heart steadied, and Damian realized he didn't have any more nightmares when he slept next to Jon.

_____

Some part where inspired by @tarta-de-limon comic that they did a little while ago. I just love that it's widely accepted among jondami fans that yeah, Jon definitely listens in on Damian's heartbeat 🥲

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

We all know Levi is a huge acts of service is his love language type of man, so do you ever imagine that he would love to do your hair?

Like imagine it, you’re sitting down on the floor, your head in his lap as he sits on the bed. He gently combs his fingers through your hair, the brush sitting beside him as he occasionally plants soft and barely noticeable kisses on the top of your head, hoping you don’t notice.

[ducksydoodlesofficial]

Sooo I guess there's a world radio day... And it's today!

[gomzdrawfr]

"Don't cry."

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

trigger warnings: angst, childhood abuse (referenced + mentioned), canon-typical violence (referenced)

notes: this is an x reader fic, also apologies for the grammar and errors if any

read more to continue this short drabble

“Don’t cry.”

His voice was hollow, rough, forced out before the words had a chance to settle.

Simon said this whenever he knew you were about to cry, eyes glossy and watery, lips trembling.

It wasn’t gentle, nor a plea. It wasn’t meant for comfort or to keep you from falling apart. It was rough, low, and scratched at your ears in a way that made it hard to bear.

It felt more like an order, one you weren’t sure was meant for you or for himself.

“Just… don’t.” He repeated, the words more for himself than for you. Something swirled in his eyes behind the mask, a faint glint catching the light, like shattered glass.

“Simon,” you whispered, voice cracking, but he cut you off with a sharp edge, ending the conversation before it even began.

You thought it was because of the life he led—the danger and discipline that flowed through his blood. You thought he was telling you not to cry because he needed you to be strong. After all, he was a soldier—a man who had seen more violence, death, and despair than you could ever imagine. You assumed he couldn’t stand to see weakness, the vulnerability that came with it.

But there was more.

There was always more with him.

You didn’t know what those words really meant to him, how deep they ran, how they had been carved into his very bones, how they play on repeat in his head like a broken cassette tape on those colder nights.

You didn’t know that those two words were all he had ever heard growing up, the only comfort he could muster when his mum sobbed after another bad night, when Tommy curled up in the corner of the kitchen, scared and bruised, whispering into the dark.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He had felt helpless as a boy, kneeling before his family, wanting more than anything to do something—anything—but lacking the strength or power to act. He couldn’t make the pain go away. He couldn’t make the tears disappear.

Hearing those heart-wrenching sobs, those sniffles, those whimpers—it made him feel like that little boy again: lost, powerless, useless.

But the tears always came, and they never fixed anything. Crying didn’t make the bruises disappear. It didn’t quiet the screams. It didn’t make the shouting stop. All it did was twist his stomach inside out, wring his heart until he didn’t even recognize it anymore, and made his breathing all the more suffocating, like he was drowning in someone else’s grief.

It made him feel small.

Seeing those same tears in your eyes brought him back to that place. And he didn’t know how to deal with it. How to make it better.

He hated it. He hated feeling like that small boy again, hopeless, like he was failing all over.

Because Simon loves you, he truly does, more than himself, and yet he can’t bring himself to face you in these moments. 

Turning his back away from you, his head dipped lower, as if he were willing himself out of the memory that bubbled up, out of the pain that no amount of time or distance could dull.

Tears didn’t fix the past. They didn’t heal the scars that had been left on his soul.

“Simon-”

“Don’t cry… please.”

When he turned away, when he avoided your tears, when he grew distant whenever you broke down in front of him—it wasn’t because he didn’t care.

He just didn’t know how to handle it.

[creeps-writes-creepypastas]

🪓 Ticci toby relationship hcs

🪓Toby who got almost immediately attached to you

🪓He always wants to cuddle and touch you, not even in a nsfw way either, he just wants to be close with you

🪓He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

🪓Turns into putty in your hands, relaxing immediately

🪓Will almost always go straight to you after a mission

🪓Will expect you to shower with him, c’mon you gotta, pleaseee?

🪓He will beg you

🪓He likes to just cuddle you after a long day

🪓it helps him calm down

[kayberrie]

She’s a such a little shit. I love her.

headcannon that while Logan tends to do this only when he doesn’t have utensils, Laura does it all the time just because.

also I’m unseasonably proud of that background

[sillys-little-blog]

Two (babysitter) and Four (little) headcanons ⋆.𐙚 ̊

Four is super whining when regressed, prefers X to take care of him

Four will whine for hours till X reassures him he is okay being with Two

Two is kinda an awkward babysitter, not really knowing how to calm Four down but they try their best.

Four will get really touch starved and hold onto to Two, even though he doesn’t really like them, he still wants physical comfort

Four will bite Two when he doesn’t get his way

Four has a phase were he wouldn’t eat anything unless it was dyed blue, Two was pretty tired of this. (This was just to mess with Two)

Four is super chaotic and moves around a lot when regressed, Two having to keep watch on him, making sure he doesn’t ruin the hotel 

Four has frequent tantrums, blasting holes in the celling and screeching. 

Two does have a lot of trouble babysitting Four but they don’t hate it, they think regressed Four can be silly sometimes

[attaiii]

possibly hot take but I think it’s actually more in character for Dazai to not have a tragic backstory in the traditional sense. like no dead parents, no childhood abuse (at least not overtly). just a brain wired for entropy. just a kid who looked at the sky and couldn’t feel anything. a child who should’ve been fine—but wasn’t.

I love the tragic orphan story as much as the next guy, but isn’t it worse if he had everything he needed and still turned out like this? not because the world hurt him, but because of his own brain. because his chemistry betrayed him before anyone else had the chance to. dazai’s not the product of trauma. he’s the product of existential rot. he’s not broken by something—this is just who he is. a factory defect.

it’s the difference between “i hurt because they hurt me” and “i hurt because i exist.”

like yeah it’s sad when someone’s shaped by their circumstances, but dazai is so, so unsettling as a character because his pain is self-generating. he didn’t need outside influence to spiral. to turn into what he became.

there’s something so deeply upsetting to me about a character who isn’t reacting to tragedy, but who is the tragedy. the kind of person who you want to save, but there’s nothing to save him from. there’s no villain to fight. no curse to break. it’s just him and the awful weight of his own existence.

dazai is not a story of destruction followed by redemption. he's a story of continuance. of surviving in spite of. he is not healed. he is not saved despite bettering himself some with the agency. he just keeps living by the thread of a promise because someone good looked him in the eyes and asked him to keep going.

and I just personally find that so much more devastating.

[mmelete]

LU Warriors Headcanons

I saw @hyruledwarriorr's post about Lu wars headcanons, so I am going to yap now.

Warriors wears royal blue socks. With tiny little fairies embroidered. (he sewed them)

AND he knits. lots of knitting. And sewing. All of the above. (Just not crocheting, that's Legend's thing)

I've seen this before but I'll say it again: he bleaches/dyed his hair to match the Hero of Time's. His natural is hair color is probably closer to Twilight's hair.

He has a fake smile and his real smile, and his real smile is crooked (and he has dimples, but only on one side).

And similarly, his fake laugh is basic, but know in my heart that War's true laughter is like delirious sleepover giggles or something.

POLYGOT WARS, my beloved.

Modern LU Warriors would def wear crocs. And he'd probably be obsessed with croc charms.

Warriors would love ABBA. Or just any song from 2005-2015. And if he ever saw Wicked, he would lose his voice scream-singing Defying Gravity.

Warriors would play Oregon Trail and he'd put his pets as his "family" and he'd cry if they died in game.

[codeearth]

An illustration I made for the Dracula Secret Santa, for @aranov , who requested an everyone lives gift! As such, Lucy lives to see more sunrises, and watches them happily with her friends on an early walk

It’s the first time I try a sepia palette and I’m quite proud of it! Also finding what they should wear was very fun, I love drawing period clothes