#lgbt+ headcanon

[gc-lgbtplus-headcanons]

My spongebob headcanons

These are based on implied canon and canon, but I haven't watched this show in so long so please tale this with a grain of salt.

Spongebob is bi oriented aroace, biasethetic, bialterous, & canonically aroace. He has a mesh (alterous crush) on Squidward and on Sandy.

Patrick Star is canonically aroace.

Squidward is bi and has a crush on Squilliam Fancyson.

Sandy is a straight ally.

[autistic-dumbass]

Feeling a bit curious, as I value your input on this...

I was wondering what your trans headcanons for the Mortal Kombat characters are? Could be as many or as few as you want :)

I’m gonna use this to list all my lgbtq+ Headcanons going in order of first appearance:

Johnny cage-bisexual trans man

Sonya blade-bisexual trans woman

Raiden-asexual Non-binary

Kuai Liang-bi sexual

Kitana-bisexual

Mileena-lesbian

Jade-trans lesbian(her relationship with kotal was comphet)

Kabal-bisexual trans man

Cyrax-gay

Ermac-asexual non binary

Sareena-demisexual

Fujin-non-binary asexual

Tanya- trans lesbian

Reiko-gay

Frost-trans lesbian

Kenshi-bi sexual

Li mei-bisexual

Nitara-lesbian

Darius-gay trans man

Hotaru-asexual

Havik-gender-fluid asexual

Ashrah-demisexual

Taven-bisexual trans man

Scarlet-lesbian

Cassie cage-lesbian

Jacqui Briggs-bisexual

Kung Jin-gay

Erron Black-bisexual

Cetrion-asexual non binary

Geras-asexual non-binary

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

There are three kinds of LGBT headcanons:

Actual queer coding / metaphors ("Nimona is trans because her creator made her as a way to express his feelings as a trans person")

Vibes ("Link is genderless because I said so")

It's funny ("Phoenix Wright is asexual because he's the Ace Attorney")

[somonnne]

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[poppitron360]

Ok so obviously most Greek demigods are bisexual or queer of some kind. But is it really because they’re descended from Greek Mythology? Or is it just because they all at some point see Percy swimming in the lake shirtless?

[candycornstudios]

I drew a comic about why Goldlewis knew Bridget is trans. My headcanon is that Goldlewis is transmasc, and that’s how he figured Bridget was struggling with her identity during the beginning of her Strive arcade route. He also gives huge transmasc vibes tbh

[violetskylights0]

Overheated (18 +)

MechanicVi! x SingerReader!

Summary: After your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere you expect an agitating afternoon with a greasy old man. But after seeing Vi maybe engine troubles were welcomed.

The mechanic was not where you dreamed you would be on your cross-country road trip. Yes, your car was a piece of shit, but you had it inspected before you left, and now, all of a sudden, you were in some random town in the middle of nowhere, quite literally pushing your car into the lot.

You huffed and tried to catch your breath as you walked into the body shop, the chime in the door alerting anyone nearby of your presence. You must have looked insane—your car engine smoking, sweat soaking through your white tank top, and jean shorts offering only a little relief in the heat. You gritted your teeth, preparing to deal with some creepy old man who'd probably try to upcharge you for the next few hours.

Until she walked in.

“I’m gonna assume you’re the one who just pushed a ticking time bomb into my lot?” she drawled, her voice rich with dry humor.

You blinked. She definitely wasn’t a creepy old man. In fact, you were pretty sure she was the hottest woman you had ever seen. She wore a tan tank top clinging tightly to her chest, her work coveralls tied at the waist. The heat must've been unbearable in the back as she used a rag to wipe down her forehead, trailing it down her neck, and you couldn't help but notice the faint abs that peeked out as she moved.

“Hellooooo,” she said again, and you realized she was already talking to you.

Shit. You cleared your throat, trying to salvage the moment. “I—I’m so sorry, I just… It’s, uh, hot.”

“Not from around here, huh?” The woman smirked, her gaze flicking over you like she was sizing you up.

“Passing through… well, was, until,” you said, tilting your head toward the car.

She laughed, a rich, carefree sound. “Help me push it in the back, I’ll take a look.” She walked past you, giving you the perfect view of her back muscles flexing under her coveralls, tattoos snaking across her skin.

You bit your lip, watching her every move, and when she turned back, you realized she had noticed.

“Coming, dollface?” she teased.

You tried not to let your face betray you, but it was getting hard to ignore the way your heart was beating a little faster as you followed her outside. You helped steer the car, hoping you weren’t acting too nervous—she definitely seemed to have a way of seeing right through you.

When she moved to the front of the car and propped open the hood, you both coughed as the smoke rose.

She glanced around the engine with a furrowed brow, clearly focused. You couldn’t help but watch the way she moved, her hands skilled and precise as she worked.

“Swear my mechanic looked at her before I started this whole trip,” you muttered, fanning yourself with the hem of your tank top.

Vi raised an eyebrow, glancing from the engine to your face. “Yeah, well, I think your mechanic was lying to you, sweetheart. You would be lucky if you make it another 500 miles before something blows.”

You frowned, trying not to let the disappointment sink in. “Please tell me you have better news…” you trailed off, then realized you hadn’t even asked her name yet.

“Violet, but I go by Vi,” she said, wiping grease off her hands with a rag.

“Well, Vi,” you said, your voice almost pleading, “Please tell me you can fix it.”

She gave you a knowing look, her lips curling into that annoying, yet charming, smile. “I’ll try my best, sweetheart.”

You stuck around while she worked, handing her tools and trying not to stare at her every time she bent over the hood. But it was getting harder to pretend you weren’t checking her out. Vi wasn’t exactly subtle either, occasionally catching your eye with that half-grin.

“So, what’s a pretty thing like you doing traveling alone?” she asked, glancing up at you, her voice casual, but her gaze sharp. “Fight with your boyfriend?”

You scoffed, trying to ease the growing tension between you. “No dramatic boyfriend story for you, unfortunately. Just me and my guitar, getting the hell out of my hometown.”

Vi looked at you more seriously now, clearly intrigued. “You’re a singer?”

“Aspiring,” you added, your tone hesitant but hopeful.

“Well damn,” she said with a smirk, “You’ve been making small talk for an hour, and you didn’t bring that up?”

“What? Want me to play a song for you?” you joked, trying to act nonchalant.

Vi raised an eyebrow, her smile turning playful. “Am I not an amazing muse?”

You laughed, but there was something in her eyes that made you pause. “I could certainly write a song about this whole experience.” You let out a sigh. “But that’s the problem… I’m in a slump.”

Vi leaned back against the workbench, her arms crossed. “Comfortable? Stuck in a place you don’t know how to get out of?”

You shrugged, suddenly feeling the weight of the conversation. “I’ve lived there my whole life. Same friends, ex-girlfriends, family. Thought what I needed was a fresh start. But now… maybe I was wrong.”

Vi’s eyes softened a little at the mention of ex-girlfriends, but she didn’t miss a beat. “C’mon, you’re going to let one possibly dying car stop you? You’ve got the best mechanic in 500 miles rooting for you now.”

Her elbow brushed yours as she moved, and you found yourself smiling despite the knot in your stomach.

“And who am I to let my fans down?” you smiled back, the words coming easier than they had all day. But as Vi met your gaze, her look softened in a way that sent a wave of heat through your chest. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“You want some water?” you asked, standing up to break the tension.

“Two doors to the left, there’s a big fridge,” Vi said, wiping her hands with the rag again before turning back to the car.

As you walked to the fridge, your thoughts raced.

Why did she look at you like that? Like she wanted to kiss you? You barely knew her, but you could feel the pull, the way her presence seemed to fill the room. Was it crazy that you wanted to kiss her too?

You grabbed two bottles of water, trying to shake the thoughts from your mind. Maybe this would make a good song. Hopelessly pining for the hot mechanic?

You returned with the water, offering Vi a bottle. “You good?” you asked casually, though the tension between you both was anything but.

Vi worked for another 30 minutes or so before standing up, and wiping her hands on the rag again. “Alright, should be good to go” she said confidently, glancing over to you.

You should have been elated, but for some reason, there was a sinking feeling in your chest. Something you couldn’t quite place.

“Oh… Thanks. Sorry, I just thought it would take longer,” you said, a little embarrassed.

Vi raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not ready to get back on the road?”

You hesitated, then mumbled, “Maybe I found something I want to spend a few more hours with.”

Vi stepped closer, her voice dropping lower, her eyes glinting. “Well, technically, you should wait another hour or so before driving to let her cool down…” She was inches away now, her body so close you could feel the heat radiating from her. “But I think you may need some help cooling down as well.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding in your chest as she leaned in even closer. You could feel her breath, the heat of her body just inches from yours, and you knew without a doubt that this was no longer just about the car.

Before you could even think of what to say, Vi’s suede gloves were on your hips, her grip firm and steady. Her other hand tilted your chin up, and before you could process it, her lips crashed into yours in a kiss that was hot, needy, and unapologetically rough.

The heat between you was overwhelming, her presence igniting something wild in you as your hands instinctively tangled in her hair. When you gave a light tug, she groaned, the sound low and gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Someone likes to play dirty, huh?” she murmured, her lips brushing your ear. “Two can play that game.”

Her voice was a challenge, her tone dripping with wicked amusement as her mouth moved to your collarbone. She left a trail of kisses, each one hotter and more insistent than the last. Her hands gripped your hips tighter, lifting you with ease onto the workbench. The cool metal pressed against your thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling low in your belly.

You gasped, your head tipping back as Vi found your sweet spot, her lips sucking and biting just enough to make your breath hitch. She licked over the tender spot, soothing the ache as her teeth left their mark.

“Got it,” she muttered, her voice thick with pride.

The wetness pooling between your thighs was impossible to ignore, and Vi’s smirk said she knew exactly what she was doing to you. She tugged at your tank top, and you nodded without hesitation, letting her pull it off. She tossed it over her shoulder, her eyes locked on yours like you were the only thing that mattered.

Her lips curled into a slow smirk as her gaze swept over you. With deliberate, teasing movements, she pulled her glove off with her teeth, making your breath catch.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, her now-bare hand cupping your breast as if she couldn’t help herself.

Her lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to the center of your chest. Her tongue dragged slowly up your skin, leaving a warm, damp trail in its wake. When her teeth grazed your nipple, you inhaled sharply, your back arching into her touch.

“You sound so fucking good,” she said, her voice a husky rasp. “My pretty little songbird.”

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your thighs squeezing around her waist on instinct. Vi’s lips moved lower, her other glove discarded as her fingers hooked into the waistband of your thong. She snapped the elastic against your skin, making you gasp.

“See, I knew you were a slut the moment you walked in here,” she teased, her voice low and rough. “That little thong peeking out like it was begging to be ripped off.”

Her hands worked fast, unzipping your shorts and sliding them down your legs in one smooth motion. You helped her kick them off, your breath catching as she dropped to her knees between your thighs.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” she promised, her voice dripping with confidence. “I’ll take real good care of you.”

Her fingers found your clit immediately, rubbing firm, slow circles that made your back arch off the bench. You couldn’t stop yourself from tugging on her hair, your fingers tightening as she worked you over like she’d done it a thousand times before.

“F-fuck,” you gasped, your voice shaking as you looked down at her.

Vi’s gaze flicked up, her smirk deepening. “Don’t take your eyes off me, pretty girl,” she groaned before pressing her lips to your core. Her tongue flicked against your clit, her movements steady and purposeful, like she had all the time in the world to drive you crazy.

Your moans spilled freely, the humid air thick with the sound of your ragged breaths. The way her tongue moved, paired with the pressure of her fingers, had your head spinning.

“Get these wet for me, yeah?” she said, bringing two fingers to your lips. You obeyed without hesitation, sucking them into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them.

“Good girl,” she praised, pulling her fingers free and trailing them down your body. She teased your entrance, making you squirm and whimper.

“P-please,” you begged, the word tumbling from your lips.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Her grin was sinful as her mouth returned to your clit and her fingers pressed into you. The stretch was perfect, her pace relentless as she fucked you hard against the bench.

Tools clattered to the floor with every movement, but all you could focus on was the way her fingers curled just right, hitting a spot that had you seeing stars.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, your voice barely holding together as your eyes locked on hers.

Vi’s gaze was molten as she looked up at you. “Gonna make a mess all over my hand, huh? Cry so loud the whole street hears you.” She slapped your thigh lightly, the sting enough to push you over the edge.

Your release hit you like a wave, your body trembling as you gasped her name over and over like it was the only thing grounding you.

The air felt thick and heavy as your breathing slowly steadied. Vi stood, pulling you closer to the edge of the bench and capturing your lips in a kiss that was soft but still burning with heat.

“You know,” she murmured against your lips, her voice still rough, “the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced you’ll need to wait overnight for that engine to cool down.”

“Yeah?” you managed, your voice breathless.

Vi smirked, her hands gripping your waist. “No problem. I’ll make sure to give you a full inspection before I send you back on the road.”

Her words made you laugh, but before you could respond, her lips were back on yours. Your legs wrapped around her waist instinctively, pulling her closer.

Maybe car troubles weren’t so bad after all.

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I had a LOT of fun with this concept. Maybe even enough to do a part two if the people want it.

[catrinita-jadez]

As Genderfluid, I approve genderfluid Levander 🩷🤍💜🖤💙

Said I’d draw pride stuff; drew pride stuff Some guitar love with pangender/aegosexual Rachel n genderfluid/demibisexual Levander Tbh I think Rachel is the first person Lev would come out to,,

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Yesterday was Aromantic Visibility Day and I forgot about it 😭 And I haven't done any Pride month art so have this Aroace Dash!!!!

Speedpaint video on my YouTube channel 🌈

[sikuena]

miau miau

[sp0ng3art]

i've been seeing a lot of people redesign the mane 6 and i wanted to take a crack at it. ponies brought me to tumblr so i guess it's going back to my roots lol

lil notes

my sexuality/gender headcanons for em are as follows: twi is questioning but knows she likes girls and guys, pinkie is pan, rd is a lesbian and sometimes uses he/him pronouns, applejack and rarity are both lesbians, and fluttershy is transfem and aroace!

fluttershy's bracelet was made by pinkie; the colors have faded over the years but it used to be bright pink, blue and white (it was a coming out gift)

rarity's glasses are held up by Weird Horse Magic. shhhhhhhh

even though applejack is the tallest in terms of posing, fluttershy's actually the tallest. rd and pinkie are tied for shortest

rd chopped most of her tail off because she figured it'd make her faster. that's her natural mane color, she frequently dyes her hair in various version of the 5 color rainbow

i gave twilight little ballet flats because i though it completed the "cozy nerd" vibe i was going for; her colors are a lot warmer to match the twilight time of day

pinkie is absolutely a raver. cmon she's the party horse

granny smith made applejack's shawl and she wears her mom's hat with her dad's bolo tie on the drawstring (or whatever the adjustable thing on a cowboy hat is called lol)

rarity and applejack are a couple. they are the lesbian aunts who buy you way too many christmas presents

twi and pinkie have a kind of will-they-won't-they thing going on, pinkie is largely oblivious to this and twilight is not subtle about her crush

rd and fluttershy still have known each other since they were kids, rainbow was the first person fluttershy ever came out to before she transitioned

[jalluzas-ferney]

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I was originally gonna give him a small dialogue box saying “finally my time has come” as if they needed someone to go undercover somewhere and he finally saw his chance to pull out his drag queen kit he randomly carries everywhere but oh well I’ll save that for another day

BASED ON THIS^^^

Im surprisingly proud of myself for this drawing like - I thought I was gonna do like crap but I’m actually super satisfied with how he turned out. Like look at him, he looks so pretty😌 maybe I should do drag king Nya next

[shouldbedrawingrn]

BEEEEEE WHOOOOO YOUUUUU AAAAAAARE📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢📢

im having major artblock rn but we’ll see if i miraculously crawl out of it before June is over

(obv some of these are headcanons so just do with that info what you will lol)

[shyjusticewarrior]

Damian: What is gay privilege?

Kate: Better sex.

Steph: No accidental kids.

Tim: Date someone your size and double your wardrobe.

Barbara: Being able to listen to really good music together cause of automatic good taste.

Jason: Not being straight.

[somonnne]

Red hair is ready to fuck and suck you now.

7inches 💦💦💦💦🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆

Reblog if you like trans girls

[leverage-ot3]

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