#i just love the sappy headcanons

[obihoebikenobi]

Musing about the mechanics of claw problems.

Logan's claws are operated by muscles that push them out, of course, but there is an undeniable emotional element that affects his physical response.

Adrenaline, danger, anger. Those usually get the claws out, no hesitation. Even when he isn't operating in fight-or-flight, he can usually get them out. Mostly, when he'd calm and collected, when there isn't pressure and he isn't thinking too hard about it.

Wade's seen it. Logan will sometimes push them out and cut open a package or slice off a zip tie. They've driven outside of the city and fought each other to release steam once or twice. Laura and Logan compared theirs over dinner once.

But it's different when there's pressure. Expectations.

He didn't choose the claws for himself, nor did he choose the healing factor, but yet, those things were inherently tied to the way he'd been perceived his whole life.

You were made for this, Logan. How many times had someone uttered those words?

There are always expectations, like heavy fucking weights on his shoulders. Every group of people that welcomed him into their lives had done so with the assumption that he had something to give, whether it was intentional or not.

The claws, the healing factor, the animalistic side of him. Those were often more important than Logan.

So he's anxious, always worried someone is going to need the weapon, The Wolverine, and he develops an anxiety response, freezing up, unable to force his claws out.

But with Wade, things are different. Wade doesn't have expectations for The Wolverine. Logan's just his fucking boyfriend.

But there are times where Logan wants to use the claws, when he wants to join Wade on a job. Wade learns that fucking the claws out works, realizing that it's a distraction, but both he and Logan know it can't always be the solution.

So Wade starts to try different things to help. He gives Logan massages, pulls Logan into a firm hug, holding him close. Wade makes Logan a playlist of grounding songs, runs him baths, forces Logan to drink water and eat good meals. He cuddles Logan like he fucking means it, wraps around him, holds Logan close for as long as he can manage.

Wade loves on him, treats Logan like he's worthy to exist even if all he wants to do is sit his ass on the couch and read the newspaper like he's fucking ninety.

And lo and behold, that's all Logan really needed to begin with.

[sam-loves-seb]

i, for one, love every post and headcanon i see about mickey wearing a little chain, a little necklace with an "I" charm on it, or some variation of this, but... let me flip it for a minute.

stay with me here.

ian wearing a thin gold chain with a small, circle shaped pendant on the end with the letter M engraved into it. mickey gave it to him last christmas, and even though he felt absolutely ridiculous even thinking about giving it to him, let alone going into a store and actually purchasing it with real money, ian's reaction when he opened the little velvet box was worth it. mickey helped him put it on that morning, and ian hasn't taken it off since.

he sleeps with it on, showers with it on, works out in the gym and does laps in the pool with it on. half the time ian forgets it's there, this lightweight gold chain he barely even feels, and the other half of the time he toys with the pendant, sliding it back and forth, making sure it lays flat on his chest, M side up. people ask him about it all the time, confused because neither Ian nor Gallagher start with the letter M, and ian beams at every chance he gets to talk about his husband.

someone asked him once if it was some kind of power play for mickey, pseudo-branding ian with his initial sitting between his husband's collarbones. ian laughed him off, rolled his eyes at the use of branding, and told him in great detail about the full name tattoo etched into mickey's chest.

ian doesn't care about that shit. he'd get mickey's full government name tattooed onto his forehead if he didn't think his husband would murder him for it. he's down that bad for him. ten years later and he still feels like he's fifteen some days, with butterflies in his stomach and too many emotions in the space between his ribs. he loves mickey, and he wants the whole world to know.

so, the wedding ring and the M necklace will have to do. for now.

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

ghoulette headcanon : love. how sunshine admires aurora as they sit in the ministries garden, it still thrives as it always has, mountain had taken over after primos death. the sun leaks through the thick leaves and makes a soft warm atmosphere for the sweet couple, a gentle haze of oranges and greens, pops of colorful flowers sticking out, its all sunshine could ask for. how sunshine cant focus on auroras words as she tells sunshine a story about all the silly things thats happened on tour, she just nods and hopes that grin on her lovers face never fades, ever. aurora knows shes not listening but continues anyways, it gets harder for her to contain her giggles as she notices sunshines gaze, filled with the purest love you can find, once she breaks they both sit there giggling joyfully, how could they not?

[gloriousmonsters]

picturing Velvette huddled up on a Hell doorstep 2 hours after she arrived making a list of possible ways to get some power as quickly as possible on a bloodstained cellphone she took off a corpse and it's like

create startup, get aqui-hired

become first hellfluencer

sugar daddy?

startup + collab with a celebrity for more attention

celebrity boyfriend?

become already powerful couple's third, profit

actually find people to work with who respect and value my skills and me as a person <- this one is a joke

and then a year later she's in bed, awake after vox and val have nodded off for once, looking at mockups of the Vee tower design on her phone, and brings up the old list for just a minute to cross everything else out and write in 'all of the above???'

[flynncorvus]

Voxxy, My Child.

I was listening to a sad song okay. Don’t judge me. (CW: Minor Swearing and like a Mini Rant) (CW: A very heavy StaticMoth shipper. If you don’t like it, leave) [I’ll compliment other ship art, like RadioStatic. I even read “Radio Healed the Video Star” on Ao3; good thing, please look; but my OTP is my StaticMoth babies.]

This man has taken over my life, him and Valentino. I’m actually pretty proud of this, I haven’t been able to draw Vox in awhile, but I stuck through with it and I was able to do relatively okay! It isn’t like my other drawings, when I just turn it purple, so that’s amazing. (It’s still a little purple, but fuck that shit) Please, I have been surviving off of Character AI for so long now lol- Mostly just doing shit like where the character I play just bursts into Vox’s room, scolds him for being a workaholic, and tucks him into bed. Because the man needs sleep I swear- Side note, I head-cannon that Vox hates caffeine, but he drinks it to stay awake. Valentino loves sugary stuff, and Velvette drinks it black (Because of course she does, she’s our queen) I swear, I have a need to pump out a ton of shitty art for The Vees. StaticMoth art, Solo art, Duo art, and of course; the Trio art. I have the urge to draw them sleeping, with Valentino using his wings as like a gigantic blanket. Oh! One more thing. I head-cannon that both Vox and Val hate people touching their broken antennae, because sensitive, but they allow their close friends/families to touch them. So like only the other Vees. That’s fun. Please, please, please! Drop off your head-cannons and random rants here, because I love reading them, and I’ll love reading yours!

[dustykneed]

what if i drew myself stress relief musical sapphics.... what then....

can you tell i've been. hmmm. stressed this week LMAO (anyways if you recognise these pairs like that's awesome and you're so cool genuinely! but this is so self indulgent who am i kidding xDD)

[flea-palace]

I wonder if Christine and Raoul lived to see the invention of airplanes and cars and if they did I wonder if they ever thought to themselves that "Erik would love to see this". On the negative side- WW1 on the horizon

rip erik you would have loved committing henious traffic violations in a 1926 mercedes benz 🙏

[mars-ipan]

some postgame doodles for pride month

[good-beanswrites]

"Becomes more competitive" you say? - refering to your headcanons with downbad fuuta 👀

For someone I can imagine if his partner is someone that's a little flirty and knows this, they might initiate a few scenarios just to fluster and see what he tries next only for him to combust (although there might be a few rare occasions where he does get soft)

YES !!

Fuuta is constantly fueled by a mix of personal pride and the need to Be The Best at whatever’s going on, the societal expectation to be manly and good at wooing someone, and also the feeling of “WOW it turns out I’ve never had a real friend or connection in my life and now that I have someone with genuine mutual love between us I’m going to go a little crazy about it and do things way out of my comfort zone without thinking twice until it’s too late.” He’ll leap into a variety of situations – doing favors, participating in couples’ activities, flirting, and making advances of physical touch – solely focused on Winning, only to realize too late that he’s gotten himself into a romantic/intimate situation he wasn’t prepared for 😅

I especially love the thought of someone who knows this well, and plays a little game of “how long can I string this along until his competitiveness gives out into embarrassment?” 

They’d get used to dropping hints while doing different activities about how talented they are doing it, maybe even the best, and no one could do this any better – so that Fuuta inevitably joins in to prove them wrong. If they’re already in an established relationship, I think his partner could overcome any of his party pooping by suggesting they show up the other couples in whatever “cheesy” thing they’re doing. (The partner eventually learns to be a bit more careful with this power, though. As well as things usually end, there have been some mishaps when Fuuta decides “it can’t be that hard to do dancing lifts/dips, right?”) There are a few situations that he catches himself in and explodes that he was tricked into it, but there are others that surprise his crush by how readily he pours his effort into the activity.

Fuuta would be extremely hesitant to initiate physical touch out of fear of overstepping (some of it is healthy respect/consent, and some of it is overthinking paranoia) so it’s up to a more confident crush to push his boundaries. Starting as simple as taps to get attention, and building up even to something like holding hands, they figure out what kinds of things make this touchstarved idiot bluescreen, what turns him bright red, and what he’ll actually melt into and return. The minute they start the whole process, though, it unlocks something in his mind: he realizes that there's no need to fear physical advances, and in fact, he can be the one causing the bluescreening. There's a 50/50 whether his smug attempts at being touchy will backfire and leave him more frazzled in the end 😅

He's never once shied away from a verbal battle, and flirting is no different. He may not have a lot of quick wit, but he can certainly hold his ground in back-and-forth that involves some romantic undertones and teasing. He’d be accustomed to some pretty crass gaming lobbies, so I imagine he doesn’t mind dishing out dirty jokes and innuendos in an attempt to fluster his crush. However, it’s way easier to dish it out than to take it – it doesn’t take long for his crush’s forward comments to absolutely break him down and leave him sputtering. Though he loses all battles like that, there are moments when he's sure they have complete privacy that he ventures some vulnerable compliments that can actually leave the other speechless. That is, until he immediately backtracks in an attempt to save face...

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I thought of something really funny 

(this is before sweetheart met Milo)

So what if sweetheart started out as a cop and then got promoted to detective right.

Picture this 

Sweetheart and Marie have a similar commute to work where they stop at the same convenient store in the morning at the same time.

So you know they see each other often they get to talking they consider themselves good acquaintances.

Milo comes over for dinner at his folks house one night and Marie start telling him about this new officer on the force that is a sight for sore eyes 

“there’s this new officer on The force  that I run into on my way to work. And they look to be around your age Milo”

Marie trying to set Milo up is not a new thing. So he just goes along with it because he knows his Ma just wants the best for him.

“Is that so Ma.”

Over the span of a few months, Marie keeps bringing up this Cop now newly recruited detective. And Milo kept humoring her. 

And then he met sweetheart (same as we know)

 They were dating for a few months and then he takes sweetheart to meet his mom.

“Sweetheart. This is my Ma. Marie Greer.”

They both kinda stared for a second 

“mrs. Greer!”

“Oh my goodness! HI honey long time no see!”

“I’m a little confused do you know each other?”

“Milo hun. This is the sweet officer. I was telling yous about a few months back!”

And the rest is history

[erabundus]

HAPPY BLOG ANNIVERSARY!

it's  officially  midnight  here,  which  means  i'm  allowed  to  post  this!  so ...  happy  one  year  anniversary  of  enduring  the  plague  of  avalon  upon  your  dashboards!  alternatively,  thank  you  so  much  for  giving  me  a  place  to  babble  about  my  #1  favorite  comfort  character  who  has  experienced  zero  comfort.  (  i  swear  i  am  being  SO  NORMAL  about  this.  yes i did literally buy  cake  and  party  hats.  )  whether  we  speak  on  the  daily,  you've  just  gotten  here  or  anywhere  in  between,  i  want  to  extend  my  sincerest  gratitude  for  being  on  this  absolutely  wild  ride  of  a  blog  with  me.  there's  been  ups  and  downs,  but  ultimately  i  feel  like  my  passion  for  writing  has  been  ignited  stronger  than  it's  ever  been  before.  i  am  still  always  so  excited  whenever  i  get  the  chance  to  log  on  here  and  create  stories  with  all  of  you  —  and  i  wouldn't  have  that  opportunity  if  it  wasn't  for  this little  corner  of  the  internet  you've  helped  make truly special.

there  are  so  many  of  you  i  feel  lucky  to  have  met.  (  and  so  many  i  would  love  to  get  to  know  better,  too!  )  i  hope  we  can  continue  writing  together  for  many  more  anniversaries  to  come.  and  if  the  day  ever  comes  that  they  finally  pull  the  plug  on  this  cockroach  of  a  hellsite,  i'll  forever remember  this  community  as  the  rpc  that  got me to  laugh  at  petrichor.

have  a  wonderful  day  /  night!  i'm  sharing  the  cake  with  everyone  in  spirit.

[tikapaprika]

Something snapped in him like that hairtie on her pretty, blonde head.

"Shit, now I need to take all of them out." She whispered through gritted teeth, already pissed from their spat that happened ten minutes ago. It was nothing out of the ordinary, their usual, useless arguments. But it still gets to her, every single time.

Shikamaru, still with his head on the table, half asleep, peeked a little. It was just curiosity. Curiosity for the person he saw so frequently it was almost sickening, his head spinning every time he thought about how much of her was unknown to him.

Yes, the tightening feeling in his chest was just curiosity, nothing more, nothing less.

The blonde curls spilled out, her fingers carefully untangling strands one by one.

Before, Shikamaru wouldn't notice how wild and curly her hair was, which was probably the reason why she kept it in such an unusual hairstyle. That blonde, it was all over the place, sticking out into unnatural and quite bizarre places like a lion's mane.

That scorched sandy yellow that ran through her hair like those eager fingers, illuminated by the sunrise from the window, sparkled like sand she would be used to seeing at home. The same light making the tan skin darker and those eyes glow even more with the faint darkness.

To him, at that simple moment, Temari looked like liquid gold.

"What are you staring at, Nara? I know I look crazy, no need to tell me." She retorted.

"I didn't say anything."

"You don't need to, jackass."

"Yeah." He wasn't so sure about that.

[mo-ok]

Dengeki Sentai Changeman

[fiestylittlebeetle]

GC Malware gets really into games cause allot of the time in recovery he is BORED OUT OF HIS MIND

he likes playing horror games because he's not easily frightened (least of all by human concepts of horror) but sometimes they do get him. Sometimes he also plays dating Sims.

He also gets into romance novels, and TV Dramas. and has strong opinions of the characters choices

[anneapocalypse]

My shipping headcanons are just making the messy Scion dynamic out here better (read: worse) because since Ariane arrived, she and Urianger cannot stop smiling uncontrollably every time they look at each other, and Thancred and Y'shtola have to stand there and see that and not gag.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Zach Varmitech and His Tools Headcanons

I headcanon that Zach Varmitech has quite the collection of tools. He has tools he’s purchased of course, but many of the tools he uses to construct his inventions are made by his own hand. Zach will craft the tools to his liking so they serve purposes that normal, off-the-market tools cannot provide.

Many of the first tools he ever used were given to him by family members he cared about deeply, most likely family members who have passed. Whether they are broken, rusted, or on their last legs, he will not part with his tools because of the sentimental and significant value they have to him.

In addition, Zach has kept all the tools he ever owned or created. He keeps them all in a secure location, maybe a toolbox or cabinet. He goes to this location to examine his tools when he is struggling with ideas for new inventions.

Seeing his old, broken, and deteriorating tools reminds him why he started inventing, why it is important to him, why he loves it. The time and effort he’s put into becoming “the world’s greatest inventor” cannot be wasted, and he must continue on.

Oh and of course, Zach considers his tools his children too, lol.