#just a little headcanon

[moonshinesonic-moonstarslight]

So... SHQ's eyes. I know common fanon has them as brown or amber/golden. And I have used dark brown eyes for him before...

But I have always imagined him with green eyes.

And it's completely because the 'greedy traitor' character brings to mind the image of the Green-eyed Monster. Willing to do anything to get power and get higher than where you are? Fits the trope decently enough, even though it isn't a proper fit.

I also like the idea of SQH being mixed heritage. Not demon/human, but mixed ethically. Both pre and post transmission. And green eyes are a hint of such things in Asia given that brown eyes are the most dominant over there!

I also just think that green eyes are pretty.

(Side note: I tend to drop the fanon green eyes for SQQ. Partly because of giving SQH green eyes, but also because the possibilities found with his canon pitch black eyes! 'Soulless black eyes' anyone?)

[mrs-sharp]

Weasley: "Alright, you two, which one of you wrote 'Kill trolls' as a task in MC's field guide?"

Sharp: "I can't remember writing anything about killing..."

Hecat: "I didn't come up with a task involving trolls..."

Sharp: "...I'm sure, I wrote defeat trolls."

Hecat: "...I said kill dark wizards."

Weasley: "Merlin, help me."

[anonymergremlin]

"I remember that you mentioned... That they call you demon... Or even devil. Reborn in the void. Something they and you describe as a second hell? Or maybe it is hell itself.

But honestly... Drifter... If you are a demon or even the devil...

Then I will gladly go to hell... Just to make sure I can be with you".

[wingedblooms]

Credit: This stunning moodboard comes from the genius of @bloomingdarkgarden. I am forever grateful for her time, skills, and encouragement.

Background: A tiny headcanon of Elain as she experiences a strange vision while preparing for the winter.

~🌸~

One moment she was a tendril of mist, the next a gilded ray of light flashing through the forest.

As she descended into the cavern, her power had already built into a sparkling river of light, pure and ancient. She was an unstoppable, living force, and she cut through rock as life blossomed in her wake.

Elain blinked and once again felt the fabric between her fingers as she covered the more fragile plants in her garden, the familiar surroundings and movements settling her back into her body. The frost would descend upon them soon and if she didn’t act swiftly, some of her plants would suffer or perish entirely in the coming cold.

As she resumed her gardening ritual, her mind drifted back to the dream. She had, for the most part, learned how to contain her sight, but some dreams would still slip through her defenses. This particular dream had mesmerized her since the earliest days of her change, seeping into her vision like a wave rolling over the shore. She knew now not to fear or resist it, to let this insistent kind of dream—like an urgent message from the Mother herself—flow over her, casting her consciousness off to another time and place.

This dream always offered the same strange glimpse of the future. Flashes of a foreign land wreathed in mist. The swift movements of her body, if she could even call it that. She was always left with this exhilarating sense that she was more than mere flesh and blood and bones. She was everything around her and yet…well, nothing at all. It reminded her of her friends’ otherworldly movements when they slipped into shadow and moved through the walls of her home. Or even Amren’s true form as it swept onto the battlefield, all-consuming and full of rage. Perhaps she would finally find the courage to ask them about it soon.

~🌸~

“And once you were in this body, you couldn’t change?” […] “Are you asking out of curiosity for my past, or your own future?” (chapter 12, acofas)

“The silver thread,” Elain asked. “What is that called?” […] “I call it Hope.” (chapter 15, acofas)

I stared and stared at the black fabric that was like peering into a pit of hell. And then stared at the iridescent, living silver thread that cut through it, bright despite the darkness that devoured all other light and color. (chapter 15, acofas)

Tag: @elainarcheronweek, Day 1: Visions

Read how this recurring vision plays out in part two.

[rochenn]

star wars characters, no matter how old, being awkward at handling paper books because they're too used to digital media>>>

[lostreverb]

I don't blame peter for not wearing his glasses. I mean imagine being an 11 year old boy with silver hair and every kid in class is calling you "old man" already then you find out you need glasses? hell no i'm not wearing those gtfo

[meloms-ao3]

(Headcanon) Not sure why but I have yet again come back to writing Sirius having a hair-pulling kink. But of course, he doesn't like to admit it to Remus. In their daily life, it would probably go something like this:

Remus: *starts playing with Sirius's hair while lying on the couch together* Sirius: *one hand on his mouth, blushing furiously and trying not to make a sound*

[crow-thing]

I think David Kessler is the kinda guy that knows way too many bad puns

[lifes-pinata]

Shuri is afraid of carriages.

She tries to hide it, to make it unnoticeable. But her breath catches with every bump in the road.

One day their carriage lurched to a halt after a particularly bad storm- a wheel stuck in the mud- and Shuri's hands shook, and shook, and shook. Her face white as a sheet.

Jeremy notices these things now, but he didn't always. He doesn't know whether this fear is new, or if he never looked.

He never will know. When he asks Shuli, she just smiles with eyes far too old for someone their age. It makes him uneasy for reasons he can't explain.

It doesn't matter in the end. It's just another oddity to watch for, one of several. Honestly, compared to everything else it's the least concerning. There are dozens of reasons why someone might dislike carriage rides.

It's probably nothing.

Jeremy keeps watching anyway.

[lithuaniaseye]

There were newsies in other cities other than New York. I’m imagining all different outfits and gangs in different cities. Like in Chicago there could be different groups in every neighborhood (there are 77 I think). also newsies riding trolleys in San Francisco

[seraphim-seeker]

I think…. Though he may never admit it. I think Bloodmoon (the Brash Twin) regrets killing KC deep down because he killed someone who genuinely cared about him and his brother.

Now, that he has lost his brother and a long while back killed his father, he’s starting to feel those words from their last interaction now that he is truly alone and no one cares about him. He suffers in silence and within his own emotions because he doesn’t want to admit that he lives with regret or that he’s in pain or that refusal to change is because he does not really anything past killing, maiming, tormenting, and torture

(Yes, Yes, Bloodmoon is kind of a psycho jerk whose killed for fun and this me being a lil delulu but I think there is hope for him. At least this part of Bloodmoon, if he tries.)

[moonshinesonic-moonstarslight]

Regarding Cumplane sexual dynamics in my writing...

I'm a bottom SQH/Airplane truther (with the appearance of power bottom!SQH for the need of the more dominant side of the man) so that's going to be a thing for any of my more explicit stories with the man. {Mind you, I do enjoy some top!SQH on occasion but I am most likely never going to write it... And it's not something I like seeing with Cumplane for some reason... Yeah, I'm lost on why that is too...}

It's Shen Yuan's bottom energy that's the problem. The man is barely able to dom someone, stick his dick in? Sure, believable. But he's going to be interested in having something shoved up his ass and the Airplane in my head just laughs at the idea of actually topping someone.

So we will have to resort to toys for Shen Yuan's curiosity. The Power Bottom side of things handles the dominantion problem. Mostly, still have to give SQH some sub time occasionally. So digging into Cucumber-bro's brain for his dominant side... Which can be done but he's pouting at me whenever I poke for answers and scenarios.

On one hand, he wants to tie SQH down and have his way with him. On the other hand, he wants to be directed how to move and when to do something. And~ now I have another explicit Cumplane idea dealing with Shen Yuan's need to turn his hated author into a pile of blissed out goo and the fact he wants the same man to force him to his knees and make him use his mouth 'to show how a woman should be pleasured by her husband if you're so sure he's writing it wrong.' (even if those 'parts' in question are there or not) Right... Into the possible WIP pile...

(Mobei Jun doesn't give me this problem, thankfully. Ideal man fits with the god who made him really easily. So there's that. Thank you sir for making my Svsss smut somewhat easier to write. Even if the curse of plot still haunts me.)

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

A small headcanon:

That Powerloader actually does have a proper hero costume with a shirt made of actual protective material.

BUT he doesn’t like wearing it bc it’s an uncomfy material and also he grew out of it and still has not gone to get it re-fitted. So it’s just incredibly small now.

It’s been years.

Bonus ectoloader doodle bc of course:

After trying it on while it’s too small, it’s probably a little tricky to get it back off.

Don’t worry, Higari, he’ll gladly help you :)

[archie-mp3]

Quick little head canon I have for Snape. It doesn’t really make sense out loud, but in my head it does.

Snape uses both she/her and he/him. It’s just a small thing I have in my head, and I thought I’d share it. :’)

[rmg91]

Headcanon: The reason Lumalee is in jail is because she’s a criminal.

[psychemochanight]

When the League meets Baby Robin(Dick), they are genuinely surprised, as it seems impossible that Batman is raising this little ray of sunshine who appeared from between his cape and then proceeded to greet them with the brightest smile they've all ever seen, completely adoring Superman, saying how great Wonder Woman is, and actually laughing at Barry's jokes.

Bruce takes care of his work, but occasionally stops to, in fact, help Robin who is trying to do his English homework. The other members also help out, of course.

So, Hal arrives at the Watchtower, and Robin, seeing the man his dad mentor has been so grumpy about because of the last meeting they had (Hal doesn't understand that Batman is the best at his job and is the one giving directions for a reason, duh!), decides he will exact revenge.

He carries on a normal conversation with the man just as he did with everyone else, subtly leading the topic until Hal falls into the trap:

Hal: What about your mom? I can't imagine anyone putting up with the old bat.

He speaks with all mockery, but then his smile freezes when he sees the tremor in the little boy's shoulders.

Dick: *shuddering and holding back a little sob* my mummy died in front of me a few months ago.... I...

Hal is pale now, because the child actually sobs, and runs off to hide in the cape of Batman, who was now standing, ready to stitch up his child.

He's not the only one, Superman and the others are already there too, looking at him angrily because he made the little bean cry.

Hal is in a panic.

And if he sees how the boy smiles at him when no one is looking, sticking his tongue out at him while moving his lips to send him the message "Don't bother my dad", no one would ever believe him, not while the little boy is now clinging to Batman tightly as he slowly blinks away tears that not even the best actors could ever pull off.

Only Hal knows the devil behind that angel face.

Batman knows it too, but he adores his precious little demon.