#i love forehead bonk

[jel-randombooth]

Hi

Hello my dear brother.

Forehead bonk♡

[lazylittledragon]

STOPPPP I JUST NTOCIED GALE'S HAND GENTLY RESTING ON CYRA'S BACK ON THE KISS PAGE I'M SO SICK RN

he is a GENTLEMAN

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Good wizard~

[biting-miguel-ohara]

The End of the Line (Update)

Well. This is it. My official break post

I was gonna try and finish some requests I had, but I’m no longer sure I can get to that. Writing for Marvel’s just no longer fun for me

So I’m taking a break from this blog and Marvel content for a while. I’m not saying I won’t post anything ever, but if I do it’ll be scattered. It’ll probably take me a while to fall back in love with Marvel so I won’t be posting anything consistently until then

I’m sorry to everyone whose requests I didn’t get to. If I do get the inspiration to write something, I’ll post something, but I make no promises or guarantees

Thank you to everyone who’s supported me so far. I love and appreciate you. You’ve kept me going and been my most welcoming audience so far. Thank you

As a quick but shameless insert, if anyone’s interested in Star Wars, I will be writing for that fandom hopefully soon. I’ll share that link on my main blog soon if anyone wants to follow

I guess it’s the end of the line now. Thanks for sticking with me so far. You’ve been an amazing fandom and I’m so grateful for you all

Love, Stevie 💙

[fountainpenguin]

"Picture of your face in an invisible locket... I had a bad feeling. But we were dancin'... swaying as the room burned down." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 32 - “Starve (Etho, Scott)”

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I am once again bringing you scenes of Etho cuddling up to SnifferMyFeet while Sniff growls reminders that even though he has Joel's memories and misses being Boat Boys, he wants Etho to treat him as a separate person.

If I had a nickel for every chapter Etho's touched this man and thought of Joel, I would have 8 nickels. I'd have 40 cents. That's as much as 1/4 of our story. And that's terrible.

#smalletho - Etho once again working through his touch starvation and Boat Boys Issues™ Many references to Joel, but he doesn't appear. Large flashbacks of him and Etho in next week's chapter, though! <3

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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This preview section jumps into shippy vibes- Proceed at own discretion.

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Etho - Fox

Status: Holding out a hand

Self-taught programmer, full-time hero

💙  🧡  💚

So, uh. That string tidying, huh? You're setting yourself up for disappointment if you want to do that with an endermite hybrid. They're the best in the business and they'll mock you the whole time you set up. Sniff's smug and giggly about it, too, as Etho pushes him down on the bed and hangs back to study him. He's really tattered the code on the bottoms of his bare feet. I mean, shoe code gets tattered too, but usually those soft parts of a skin design hurt more.

"You gonna use your mouth?" Sniff asks, eyeing him up.

"In a shocking turn of events, the programmer has tools for fixing loose code. They're in the other room." Etho takes Sniff's wrists and pins them above his head for a second, then takes his ankles and stretches them out. Classic textbook pose for the work, even though they'll probably move to the carpet for obvious reasons before they start; he doesn't need weak pixels dropped all over his bed. "Stay," he commands, and Sniff sticks out his tongue and double flips him off without moving his arms. So Etho can't be mad.

But he does lean over, sliding one hand beneath Sniff's cheek, easing it behind his head. He curls it back around and lifts it just enough to scrape his palm across Sniff's brow, beneath his floppy dark brown hair. It's thick and feels like swamp plants in his hands. He still smells like well-treated water. Chlorine. Like one of Gluon's hotel builds with the fancy pools. Or the waterpark server. Never did find out why. Etho breathes against him without pulling back. Despite the wet scents, Sniff's warm soul's like fresh-baked bread against his hand.

"Oh my goodness… You're so pretty. You are so pretty…"

The metaphorical light fades from Sniff's mismatched eyes. Etho pulls back, waiting for a pinch or slap. Sniff turns his face away. Only his Joel side's visible at this angle as he squirms. "Get your eyes checked, Eefo… I saw my reflection when I got my water. I'm stitched together with hand-me-down parts. You don't mean that."

"What if I do, though?" He crouches lower by the bed, bringing a hovering thumb to Sniff's scalp. Sniff glances at him, then away. So Etho breaks that barrier. Slowly, the thick part of his hand eases down to touch Sniff's head. Sniff scrunches up his eyes again, giving the faintest little nod. Etho holds very still a few seconds (Sniff's pixels are so loose on his skin, which was the whole point of this cleaning project anyway) before he speaks again. "I'm sorry you can't see that yet. Body issues are tough; I've got issues too. Sometimes my fox traits get away from me… Been thinking about modding out, but it takes centuries of paperwork." His next stroke of hand (a circle on his head) is firmer, sharper, and Sniff mutters something under his breath as his cheeks freckle up with blue again. Cute. "If it were legal, I'd probably just unthread. I'd miss the bullet paths, but you make vex life look so easy. So good." He draws his hand around in one last loop, then eases it down Sniff's cheek (on his Grian side) to his neck. "Hey, take a closer look next time you're out. There's a lot of interesting people out there. Some wear faces that aren't even humanoid. Have you met MumboDrone or iCam? … And you know, it's just a skin."

Sniff putters his lips, staring towards the ceiling. His fingers lift, dancing across the backs of Etho's knuckles. "You just want me to stay late again. Gods, you're so lonely… Listen, fella- I know my strings are a wreck. I was an endermite before a vex; be pretty messed up if I couldn't tell. I'll let you clean me up, but I'm not playing sleepover. You can't make me."

"Mmhm." Oh man, I want to press my head on yours. He really wants to, noses brushing, hair tufts scraping, but he refrains, you know. He's kneeling, balanced on his heels, and Sniff's saying 'Yes' to the hand but looking unsure. So he won't. "Stay as long as you want to. Just let me clean your code and then you can leave. I promise I won't be mad."

"You smell like bread dough…"

"Yeah? My code wouldn't taste too good right now. Squeaky clean."

"Oh, that's too bad." Absentminded. Distracted. Etho eases back his fingers.

"Are you okay?"

Sniff clicks into focus again and then swishes up, sitting on the bed instead of lying down. "Yeah, thanks. I'm good, actually. The water helped."

"All right. I'll be right back with the cleaning stuff." He leaves without another touch, pausing only to switch off the portal still glowing in the corner. He leaves the desk lantern glowing like it is. It's fun, in the dark. The light's so low, it's like a fox's den in here.

The nice thing about being a programmer? He has no end of scrapers and combs to choose from. He pays the living room a visit to get the tray from the coding desk's drawer and some rolled-up pieces of carpet (ignoring the less than subtle smirks Beef and Pause give him as he strolls by). Etho brings the whole tray to his room and sits on the bed with Sniff, just talking to him and explaining how effective these tools are for different things. Sniff seems to recognize a lot of them, which is no surprise, honestly. Since Joel doesn't do logouts, he has a whole cleaning routine. It takes him forever.

"You know," Sniff says, digging through the tray, "using combs is cheating, actually. I can do the cleaning with my teeth still attached. I bet foxes can too. I mean, it's code work; all the code-eating species can do it." He flicks his gaze to Etho, who kneels across from him, tail waving in the air. Etho doesn't answer, so Sniff goes on. "You know what's fun? 'mite bundles."

"'mite bundles,'" Etho repeats. "Like… Endermites inside a bundle? Is that fun? That's a new one to me." Where is he going with this?

"Yeah, it's when you put endermites in with some of your supplies and go out on adventures. When you want your supplies, you have to dump everything on the ground and try to use your stuff without getting bit. If you get bit, you have to send your coords to server chat. Easy way to get killed, so you'd better not. You can play it in Between, too. Pig has an endermite living in his studio. For every time it bites him, he has to keep his weapons in a chest for an hour when he gets home. It means I can do whatever I want to him, really. Usually he just runs. Sometimes we duke it out bare-fisted. Have you ever seen him with a black eye and a tooth knocked out? Just me, I guess- It probably doesn't carry when he leaves the server. He looks so goofy when he smiles; I'm chuffed to bits with that. Gods, you wouldn't believe the bruise he left on me this one time he pushed me off an end ship. He smirked about it for days, no joke. No, actually. Can't believe his head even fit outside the server."

Etho smirks back, hidden in the mask and hidden by his fingertips. His chin rests against his hand. "What'd you do to him? You didn't let him get away with that, did you?"

"Hell no! I picked up a shulker and I slammed him on the head with it. I bet you didn't even know you can peel 'em off the wall- they're so clingy. What'd he do then? I think he put down a bed and blew himself up trying to get me with it. Oh, he's so lame. I like him so much."

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[l0ud3r-th4n-h3ll]

Ughh i love it when nikki shoves his forehead on me i’ve never seen anyone else do that before it’s so weird and endearing he’s like a big cat

Oh and someone explain why he does this i need to know what the psychology behind it is

[mayisgoingnuts]

How are you so cool it’s wild not only do you have those amazing characters and art but you’re so nice and kind and I’ve seen you give the courage to others to do their own things and that’s so incredible

all the things you create have so much thought and love put into them even your sons has an arch and a story (mines are just me or a completely different character *cough PBG cough*) I hope that one day I can have such an amazing amount of talent and care and be an inspiration like you

thanks for being so amazing you deserve the world >:3

JAJSJJS. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

[rosesncarnations]

Supervisor

[ksen-noodles]

gives a gentle and tired bunt to all my mutuals

[xo8ball]

i bonk heads with my cat and he loves that. we do a little bonk noise. and i kiss his little kitty forehead.. but here's the Bonker

[wastelandcrown]

i dont think touching foreheads with someone like we are cats would fix me...but it couldn't HURT-

[emotional-piece-of-meat]

Batkids + “I need my dad” moment 

When Dick has “I need my dad” moment, he goes straight to Bruce. No matter where he was, he'll find Bruce to hug him or to rest his head on his shoulder. He becomes uncharacteristically quiet, and Bruce holds back as tightly as Dick holds him.

Jason hates with burning passion having “I need my dad” moments because it makes him feel small. It reminds him of a little boy who wanted nothing more than protection and comfort from his dad. And Jason hates to remember that this boy is still here.

Cass, on the other hand, cherish her “I need my dad” moments. It overwhelms her with love and joy, because she finally has a parental figure she can trust. Cass bonks her head into him to show her love, and you better believe that Bruce gives her tons of forehead kisses after.

Tim was weird out by “I need my dad” moment when it happened for the first time. He never had a dad he could rely on, so he didn't know how to process this craving. He still doesn't, and to these days he feels that these moments do not belong to him.

Damian doesn't understand this whole "I need my dad" kind of thing. He feels it, sure, but he doesn't understand what it is. He's already out of touch with his emotions, this one is too complicated to analyze and as useless as other feelings in his opinion, so he ignores it as he usually does with the rest of them.

When Duke has "I need my dad" moment, he asks Bruce to visit the local psychiatric hospital with him, because he doesn't have the moral strength to do it alone. Although Duke loves his surrogate father, he truly does, sometimes he just needs his dad. 

Bonus:

When Bruce has "I need my dad" moment, he brings Alfred food and asks him to cook something. Because, growing up, Bruce often watched Alfred cooking and such a routine gives him a certain sense of comfort.��

[nok-joke]

I like the headcanon of forehead touches being important in zaun culture, more so than they usually would be.

Forehead to forehead may as well be saying I love you, it's usually kept for family or life partners (platonic or romantic)

Forehead to cheek is kinda like a cat nuzzling you, it's still used when people are rather close, but it's lighter. A quick bonk

Forehead to shoulder/back/neck can be a thing of comfort or sometimes just a quick "I'm glad you're here" and is more common among close friends than others

Forehead to hand (usually palm, but hand in general) is an "I trust you to take care of me" or "I want comfort" type thing.

[loliwifyofkokushibo]

Demon slayer headcanons

The characters : Gyomei Himejima, Giyuu Tomioka, Rengoku Kyojuro, Douma! , Kokushibo.

Reader is swimming in the river , and changing behind the tree

Gyomei Himejima

she dips in first, gasping at the cold water. She thinks she’s alone. Peaceful…

then she hears (and felt) a splash like a damn whale landed

She turns with wide eyes.. it’s him. Just in his clothes "it’s refreshing" he says gently.

she shrieks and tries to swim away "NO GET OUT IM NOT DRESSED PROPERLY!" He follows slowly. Calm. Too calm

"You’re drifting into the deep part. Allow me to guide you back—" he grabs her waist. SHE YELLS

"YOU ARE THE DEEP PART—LET ME GO!" He is not even fazed. He lifts her out of the water like she’s a kitten. Carries her to shore while screaming "you’re embarrassing me I’m drowning—"

(He wraps her in his haori)

…. ….. ….

POOR MAN IS LITERALLY BLIND

HE. DOESN'T. EVEN. MEAN TO.

He's standing there, head bowed like a monk, and she's behind the tree peeling off her wet clothes

"No peeking... okay?"

"Ahm .. um..Of course." (He is blind)

BUT...

A wind blows. A twig snaps. And walk towards. Just a bit.

His blind senses pick up the exact second he heard the fabric.

And he freezes.

Face red. Hands pressed together. Whispering like a prayer:

"Lord... give me strength."

AND THEN-A SHOE COMES FLYING.

He catches it midair, like a reflex.

He breathed "How did you know?!" (I mean babe Gyomei you are literally gaint)

"...Because you paused your breathing when I took it off!!"

She's yelling. He's apologizing.

He gives her the shoe back. She throws it again.

Giyuu Tomioka

he was NOT supposed to follow her. She said "Stay on the rocks"

so when she turns and sees him chest-deep, she screeches.

"I said NO!!"

"….You looked like you might slip"

She start swimming away but he follows in his slow, creepy-silent swim style… just gilding like a shark. "STOP!"

"I’m keeping pace"

she throws water at him. He blinks

She SPLASHES HIM. He closes his eyes.

She dives under to escape-only for him to GRAB HER ANKLE UNDERWATER.

She surfaces SCREAMING.

"LET ME LIVE!"

…. …… ….

"Don't look. Don't even move."

He nods. Leans against a tree.

She starts changing.

BUT

He hears a small cough.

He panics. Turns his head out of instinct—

dies

She shrieks:

"| KNEW IT!!!"

FLYING SANDAL. DIRECT TO HIS FACE.

He doesn't even duck.

"...l deserved that." He muttered

She's yelling behind the tree. He's standing there with a shoe print on his cheek.

Looks straight ahead like a soldier.

"I'm not even breathing anymore."

Rengoku Kyojuro

He cannonballs in like a fireball.

"MY LOVE!! I JOIN YOUUUU!"

She screeches, swims for her life.

He's laughing, splashing like a golden retriever, sending waves that SWAMP her.

"You cannot escape this flame!!"

She tries to hide behind a rock. He bounds over it like a sea lion and GRABS her waist.

"-PUT ME DOWN!!"

"NEVER!! TOGETHER WE SHALL SWIM INTO THE SUNSET!"

She kicks. He laughs harder.

"Let go!! I'm BARELY WEARING!!"

"Then I'll close my eyes and hold you tighter!"

(chokes on her own laugh-scream)

…. ….. ….

Oh, he says he won't peek.

"I shall stand guard while you change!"

She runs behind the tree.

BUT THEN-

His thoughts get over him. Just a little peek, making sure there is no snake or something right?

He leans around the trunk.

"'AHー"

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"NOTHING!! I WAS GUARDING!!"

She throws a sandal like it's a shuriken.

SMACKS HIS FOREHEAD.

He actually stumbles back.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"SO IS THE NEXT ONE!"

BONK. Two for two.

Douma

He dives in immediately, fully clothed.

"You thought you could escape ME~?" (She didn’t even escape)

She SCREAMS, swimming backwards.

"YOU PERVERT I'M NOT WEARING ANYTHING UNDER THIS-"

"Even better~!"

She THROWS a rock. He catches it. WINKS.

She swims fast. He swims faster.

Then he disappears.

SILENCE.

She panics. Looks around.

SUDDENLY—he rises from the water in front of her, grabs her by the shoulders.

"Caught you~"

"LET ME GO YOU SLIMY CREEP_"

He pulls her under briefly just to hear her squeal.

Then lifts her up and twirls her in the water like she's a spinning fish.

…. ….. ….

LITERALLY YOU CANT TRUST THIS MAN.

"Okay~ change behind the tree~ I promise not to peek~"

Smiles like the devil. (He is devil btw)

She glares.

He closes his eyes with exaggerated innocence.

But two seconds later?

He climbs a branch.

He's crouched. Eyes wide. Hands on cheeks like he's watching a soap opera.

"Oh~~"

BUT SHE HEARS A TWIG SNAP.

Looks up. Sees his head poking through leaves.

"DOUMAAA!!!"

FLING—a sandal collides with his face

He laughs as he falls out of the tree.

Still holding the shoe.

"Can I keep this as a memento?"

"NO."

Kokushibo

He doesn't chase.

He walks in.

Slow. Like he's entering a battlefield.

She's halfway across the river, sees him wading in with his robe hiked up and DEATH IN HIS EYES.

"W-Why are you coming in?! You don't even like cold water!!"

"…."

She PANICS. Starts doggy paddling away.

He moves without ripples.

Just... like a horror movie.

She trips, flails.

HE GRABS HER.

She SCREAMS.

"YOU'RE A DEMON-"

"Then why did you tempt me by coming here in first?"

He lifts her, holds her against his chest.

"Now I'm soaked," he says coldly, "you'll pay for it later."

(She's red from head to toe.)

…. ….. ….

He says nothing.

Just gestures to the tree.

She hides behind it. Starts changing.

Thinks she's safe.

But Kokushibo??

He has six eyes.

He pretends to close the front two.

But the others...

Are sneaking peeks.

She finishes tying her skirt and turns to glare.

"Wait a sec... your eyes-YOU'RE LOOKING!"

He calmly blinks.

"Only two were watching."

"ONLY—??!!"

She throws the sandal so hard it BOUNCES off his chest.

He doesn't flinch.

Just picks it up. Hands it back.

"Your accuracy is improving."

She screams.

LOL IM SORRY I WAS OUT OF IDEA AT HIS PART

That’s all thanks for reading!

[teddypoi-qd]

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[trashcanfanfics]

hi! this is my first time requesting but i saw you wanted to write for jason?

so how about jason cuddling with reader in his apartment, when dick or tim etc come to get him for a mission and catch him with the reader? i’m thinking a whisper-shouted squabble while they try not to wake the reader up lol 😭

could be a one shot or anything you like!

I love this

The window slowly opening caught Jason's attention. He went through a sequence where he could attack the intruder while keeping you sleeping so peacefully. The slight shifting stopped once he heard a familiar, annoying voice.

"Jason? Are you--Ow!" Tim's voice was cut off as a coaster hit his face. The teen glared at Jason and was about to cuss at him before he saw you and Jason cuddled on the couch. You shifted slightly and snuggled closer to him. Jason put an aggressive finger to his lips, his other hand on your lower back, glaring right back at Tim.

"What do you want?" He hissed. Red Robin looked between the two lovers and a grin slowly took over his face. One that meant Jason was never going to live this down.

"B needs your help." Tim whispered, hands up in a placating gestured. "Something's happening in Crime Alley--"

"Take care of it yourself." Jason's whisper made Tim pause. Jason? Not wanting to take care of things himself? Impossible. Was your influence on him really that strong? Tim looked at you again.

"You're giving us permission to enter your territory?" Tim put up an arm, gesturing to you, still snoozing, head on Jason's chest. "Because of them?" Jason's glare turned down right deadly. He picked up another coaster from the coffee table.

"Just get out already!" He scowled. You shifted, causing both of them to stop and hold their breath. You moved your hand slowly rubbing your eye before resting it by your head. They both relaxed. Until you spoke.

"Is there someone else here?" You lifted your head and looked at Tim. Jason let out an annoyed sigh, making you look at him with a frown. He felt his heart clench. "Why is there a vigilante in the living room?"

"I don't know but he's leaving." Jason looked pointedly at Tim. He held his hands up. You sat up and Jason grunted as you pushed on his chest to climb off of him. "Dammit." You ignored him, looking at Red Robin.

"Hey, look, I just came here to tell Re-Jason. Something." He turned towards the window to go. He put his hand up to the comm in his ear. "Red's busy." He listened to a response before looking at you, who was still looking at him with a tired confusion. He smirked at Jason who groaned and flopped his head back.

"Dammit." Jason got off the couch and put a hand on your shoulder, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear. "Hey, go to bed, I need to talk with him real quick." You leaned towards him, gently bonking your head against his, turned, kissed his cheek and left the room. Tim watched the whole thing with a shit eating grin.

"They're cute." Tim knew he was getting on Jason's last nerve. It was in the way he grit his teeth and clenched his fists. "Listen, I'll just tell them you got caught up with some goons or something." Jason sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Give me a few minutes." Jason entered the bedroom to see you curled up and snoring softly. His heart fluttered and he smiled. It was quickly wiped when he remembered he came in here to change into his gear. He sighed in annoyance and quickly threw on his armor.

"--and they were--oh, gotta go." Tim quickly shut up, noticing Jason coming back into the living room, Red Hood gear on. "You know you could just stay." Jason squinted his eyes at the teen.

"Whatever, let's just go." He pushed past Red Robin and climbed out the window onto the fire escape. Tim followed. They both grappled away, Tim going two buildings over while Jason only went one over.

"I'm here." He called into his comm. "What--" He was cut off.

"Who's the lucky person?" Dick's voice was full of smug joy. Jason glared through his helmet in the direction of Tim, who was now gone. He was going to actually kill the kid this time. Once he catches him.