#lot head cannon

[bamsara]

Hello :P tiny reminder that my Lamb and Joon (my yellow cat) both use They/Them pronouns :P

[lucabyte]

Perceptive kid, I wonder just how much they pretend not to overhear.

[treef-greef]

twt req :] shoto being smothered in kisses ☝️🙂‍↕️

[caslutz]

jamie being obsessed with those tik tok/internet trends and always asking roy them but he thinks they’re so stupid and won’t answer. but jamie keeps bugging him so eventually he’s like “yes jamie i would still fucking love you if you were a worm, i think about the roman empire fucking never, if it’s really that important to, yes i’ll peel your stupid fucking oranges and get all the nasty white shit off too, and no i don’t want to break up. now go the fuck to sleep, it’s 2 in the fucking morning.”

[umbrellagoaway]

Soda: "one fis-huh twoah fis-huh"

Pony: "are you serious?"

Soda: "YOU PICKED A HARD ONE ON PURPOSE"

Steve: "ITS A DR SEUSS BOOK YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT"

[masterrainb0w]

No one really knows how to handle what happens after.

[wishingly-mesh]

I’m baaaaaaaaaack~! :3

Symas be upon ye

[disgruntleddonnie]

Him busy eating worm, too busy to even respond to Leo 😥

Tho we can all agree that he's eaten objectively worse things... Wanted to try a sillier style and honestly, I like it :3

[moonkanex]

made a new/actual ref for my evil x design :] so I don’t have to use the two drawings under the cut for reference every single time I draw them lol

They are Non binary, but are afab (just like me teehee) cause i say so!! My blorbo my rules!!

it’s so weird to me how much my style changed from the first time I ever drew them to now,,

Also the worm man boxers were really funny to me, they were originally going to be black so,, you’re welcome lol

OLD VERSION(s) + LORE UNDER CUT

Void walkers are like a void dragon to put it simply, afabs have horns, fur, spiked & clawed feet and feathered wings and amabs have mostly scales, but can have fur, peats and more dragon like wings, NATURALLY, Void walkers are partial shape shifters so they can look/have whatever features they would like really :]

all voidwalkers are NATURALLY dark in color, fur or scale. Some change their colors if they so choose to but some, like Exiona, didn’t really have a choice,,,

I’m still working on like, a diagram/study sheet of voidwalkers in general BUT you’ll see more of amab voidwalkers when i eventually get around to actually redesigning my Xisuma design lol

[wheatcak3]

i recently was reminded that i make this face a lot when im drawing 😳

[luxiguess]

hello guys i would like to make a psa of sorts!!!!

so theres this guy that i have been seeing around... it seems like they have gotten a decent amount of traction, but the more i look into their stuff the more i am put off in a way. Which has happened a lot when looking more into peoples accounts

I have seen that they have posted some... very suggestive and straight up cp works that included mob in it... but basically they are a creepy reimob shipper.

But basically I found that they hated serizawa which is a red flag in its self but the reason why they hate serizawa and serirei is because serizawa adds nothing to the story except for him having to "touch grass" and that his fans are annoying or smth????? they also said they head-cannoned serizawa as a "certified predator" to excuse the fact they were sexualizing mob??????

I really dont care if you age up mob your still sexualizing and shipping a character that is a middle schooler for the majority of the series.... And also the whole "fiction doesn't equal reality" is so weird and stupid like your still sexualizing a minor. Just because its fiction doesn't mean it can't effect someones thoughts or perceptions on things. fictional cp is still illegal!!!

some freaky stuff they said/drawn!!!!!

Im just really sick of seeing so many reimob stuff and a lot of it is normalized like.... thats really not something we should be encouraging or something that was even implied!! its just really creepy and your projecting your weird fantasies!!!

But i would really like to say that you need to be much more careful with the things you're engaging in. Please look more into the creators before reposting/rebloging their stuff!!!!

please dont engage in this persons content

[shih-coulda-had-it]

reference sheet for toshinori's U.A. classmates (AKA, the class of cannon fodder)

[achillianacedemia]

Did I dye my hair red because I kin Neil Josten? No.

Am I now realizing I kin Neil Josten, and also I dyed my hair red... maybe.

[kae-eee]

charming sibling yap session bc im obsessed

apple forced daring to have playground weddings with her but she never let it get to the kiss

she said that that part should be saved for when he wakes her up

i think raven has had at least a little crush on darling sometime before dexter

darling absolutely had a crush on cerise

i also think darling may have romanticized the idea of apple but never did really like her

daring and rosabella qpr??

i understand him as aroace but her as straight so is that a thing she can do? idk

heres where the real yapping starts

darling really and truly resented her brothers at some level for such a long time

daring much more so than dexter

imagine living your whole life watching two brothers constantly being trained for everything that you want to do and be in life

one of them, your twin who you share everything but a “purpose” with, doesn’t even want it

you’d probably give anything to take his generic prince charming destiny

he’d probably like to switch with you too.

it’s not his fault and you would never hate him for it, but it’s gotta hurt.

your other brother seems to really love his destiny of saving princesses and slaying dragons, and being the most handsome prince in ever after, mostly because he loves himself and that’s all he really is

he couldn’t give a shit about loving or caring for his princess, but you would.

you would pick flowers for your princess, sing her songs and fight for her honor, not just your own

you would be a better prince than he could ever be

you really can’t hate him for that either, he was born into it and you weren’t, it’s not his fault.

when it’s time for his destiny to play out you sit back and watch and still kind of wish it was you even though you’ve found a purpose in being the white knight

blah blah blah dappling kiss goes on

now it’s his turn to resent you and wish he was you because you took his purpose, his destiny, really his life away

but it’s not your fault either.

end of that spiel

not a single one of them is cisgender i just know it

i don’t think that darling really has any feelings for apple

my reason behind this is that huntlynn are clearly in love, but they aren’t destined true lovers

so clearly your destined true love and your hearts desires don’t have to agree

anyway the destiny system is bullshit and im an applebeauty/darling x anyone else really truther

maybe dexters destiny was prince siegfried

i know the go to fandom headcannon is that he’s ashlynns prince but i feel like siegfried fits him more

correct me if im wrong ive never read swan lake

i really love a good transfemme daring headcannon

once someone tagged my post saying we should call her dearest or something else i cant remember but it was cute as hell

but just think about transfemme dating seriously for a second

daring canonically has so little identity outside of being snow whites prince charming

she has insane expectations placed on her to be the bravest, kindest, most handsome prince in ever after

shes obsessed with mirrors

but deep down she really does hate how she looks

after epic winter i think she would start to figure herself out and even post transition she wouldn’t let herself become that vain again

i sort of think dexter would be into dancing

he has fully recorded and edited videos of him doing a dance routine but is too scared to post it

[leylyslevi]

She’s LITERALLY just a girl!!!! >:3

[tinycoded360]

Above and Beyond Chapter 2: Help arrives

Meanwhile, the Ares III crew was busy completing their daily tasks on the surface of Mars.

Rick saw a speck in the distance through his binoculars. As it drew closer, he realized it was something strange - a body? "Hey guys, you should come see this..." he called over the radio.

****

As they approached, they found a pale, skinny humanoid lying unconscious on the ground. The figure's skin seemed to emit a faint glow, offset by stark white hair that seemed to defy gravity. But what astonished them most was the fact that the creature was breathing the thin Martian air without any protective gear. More concerning was the glowing green liquid around it. It was seeping out of the creature, staining the ground below it.

"Is it...an alien?" Mark whispered, equal parts awestruck and apprehensive.

 Dr. Beck kneeled next to the motionless figure. Dr. Beck noted its slender build and the green blood seeping from various wounds. "We need to get him back to the hab."

 Beck frowned when he tried to find a pulse. He could not find one. He wondered if the creature was already dead. But that couldn’t be right. It was still bleeding, and it had flinched a bit when he touched its cold skin. He could see the fluttering movement under its eyelids. Beck tried to keep any rash judgment at bay. This was a new lifeform, and it was highly likely it functioned differently compared to a human.

"Man, NASA's going to flip when they hear about this," Rick said, grinning beneath his helmet.

*****

Danny drifted in and out of consciousness. Voices swirled around him, urgent and confused.

"It's still breathing somehow. The atmosphere here must not be toxic to its species."

"Let's get it inside. Careful now, it's badly hurt."

Strong but gentle hands slid under Danny's limp body, lifting him effortlessly. He blearily took in the NASA logo on the man's suit - Martinez, the pilot. Danny wanted to speak and explain himself but was too weak to do anything. He let his head loll against Martinez's chest as he was carried into the hub.

Danny became dimly aware of hands pressed against his neck, wrist, and chest—checking vital signs. Danny forced his eyes open and immediately shut them against the harsh lights overhead. He was no longer outside. The air here smelled sterile, with an undertone of body odor. Where had they taken him?

Danny heard a faint gasp. A hand smoothed his hair out of his face. They had noticed the moment his eyes opened. A feminine voice was saying soothing words to him. His head hurt too much to concentrate on the words. He couldn’t help pressing his head into the touch of the hand. Danny cracked his eyes open; he could see humanoid figures around him in hazmat suits. He felt his breath quicken. Was he back with the GIW?

The hand on his head slid down to cup his cheeks. He turned his head to the side, away from the other figures tending to him. The face inside the hazmat suit locked eyes with him. She was trying to say soothing words to him and calm him down.

Danny felt his breath even out as he locked eyes with the other person. He felt a jolt of recognition. He knew who this was. It was Beth…. Beth Johanssen. One of the astronauts of the Ares III.  He felt a jolt of excitement, but then he felt a rush of fear; he could feel he was still in his ghost half. What must they think of him? What if they turn him over to the GIW? Do they even know about Amity Park ghosts? Danny wished his powers were working so he could sink through the floor and disappear.

Danny closed his eyes, not wanting to see what they would do to him.

Rough hands grasped Danny's shoulders, peeling off the tattered remains of his suit. He whimpered involuntarily as the fabric pulled away from dried blood. The hands stilled momentarily, then continued their work, more gently this time. His boots and the rest of the suit followed. Danny shivered as cool air hit his exposed skin.

A finger pressed lightly against his wrist, counting his pulse. "It's slow. Maybe 50 BPM?" said a puzzled male voice in a soft tone.

"Body temperature is low, too. Around 85 degrees Fahrenheit," said another voice, this time female.

Danny kept his eyes shut, feigning unconsciousness. He could feel Johanssen's hand gently petting his head, trying to offer comfort. He could sense the emotions around him. At least he couldn’t feel any ill will. But he was still hurt and scared.

"Look at this." A finger lightly traced one of the fresh wounds on Danny's chest, making him flinch. "These are clearly from some kind of blades or knives."

“Hey! Be gentle, you’re scaring him!” The voice of Beth spoke up.

“Oh, sorry.” The male voice answered in a sheepish tone.

"Let's get him patched up, and we can take some samples to analyze."

"....NASA will be eager to get their hands on him for further study..."

“They better treat him respectfully; this is our first contact, and we don’t want to hurt our new friend,” Beth said, her tone fiercely protective.

Danny tensed, preparing for more pain; he whimpered as he felt the pain of needle and thread binding his flesh back together. He couldn’t help the cries of pain that left his lips. He tried to wiggle away but felt multiple hands pin him down.

“I know, I know, we’re sorry, we don’t know if we can give you anything for the pain.” Beth's voice whispered next to his ear. Her hands held his head steady. She kept a string of soothing words, trying to keep her tone soft and kind.

“He probably doesn’t even understand you.” Another female voice spoke. Danny guessed it must be the mission commander, Melissa Lewis.

“But tone might help, see’s he’s not struggling as much.” A male voice argued back.

Danny went in and out of consciousness. He whimpered at the pain of them patching him up.  Gauze followed, wrapping firmly around his torso. He felt relaxed, he felt so tired, and he was still in so much pain. He let out a soft sigh, too exhausted to keep up the act. He felt the pull of sleep. Danny gave in and let the darkness of sleep take him.

"Those were not natural wounds," said Doctor Beck. "The scarring indicates prolonged torture. It might have been some kind of experiment that escaped or a victim of some kind."

“But how did it get here?” Melissa asked with a concerned look.

“Yeah, is a crashed ship or something we should be worrying about?” asked Rick.

“NASA didn’t detect any UFOs.” Melissa pointed out.

“What if someone or something comes looking for him?” asked Watney.

“Let's hope not; if they're hostile, we have nothing to defend ourselves with.” Alex Vogel stated.

 Beck noted the differences between this boy and a human. His skin emitted a soft glow, his ears were pointed, and his nails were claw-like. When they checked his vitals, they found that his heart rate and body temperature were much lower than normal.

Despite the anomalies, the basic anatomy was humanoid. "He's definitely male," Beck noted clinically during the exam. "And based on the development, I'd guess his species matures at a similar rate to humans. He seems to be an adolescent."

Beck then took a blood sample, trying to be as gentle and non-invasive as possible. He had to take multiple cause the first view started to dissolve some of the tools. He had to find a container that could hold the blood. A glass tube seemed to do the trick.

"Be careful with the blood samples," Dr. Beck warned as they collected tissue samples for study. "It seems to dissolve some of our tools."

They noticed multiple scars on his body, evidence of past traumas, and observed signs of infection setting in around his current injuries. A feeling of empathy began to well up within the crew, their hearts aching for this child who had endured so much pain.

"Is he going to be alright?" Beth asked, her voice cracking as she looked down at the unconscious boy.

“Time will tell; we did our best for him,” Beck answered.

They conducted a light examination of his body, careful not to cause him any distress. They snapped photos and scribbled notes for a detailed report to send back to NASA. The news of discovering an alien would be world-changing. This would no doubt turn NASA on its head, probably causing some chaos back on Earth.

As the crew continued to observe their alien guest, they dressed him in a spare jumpsuit that hung loosely on his small frame. It was clear he needed time to heal and regain his strength.

"Let's move him to the crew quarters where he can rest," Lewis decided. They had done all they could for now. She logged the last few notes in her report, tagging it as a high priority for transmission back to NASA. They had decided it would be hard to avoid any contamination or disease from the boy. So they took off their hazmat suits and decided to focus on caring for and comforting their guest.

Watney carefully gathered the boy up, frowning at his lightweight frame. He gently laid him on one of the bunks.

Watney tucked the blanket around the sleeping boy, noting how young and vulnerable he looked.  

The boy's rest was fitful, face pinched as fever wracked his body. Beck monitored his vitals. Beck was unsure of what temperature was normal for the boy. So, he just kept an eye on him to see if he started to go towards distress. Beck had so many questions for their new guest. He felt excitement among his concerns. Beck never imagined they would, ACTUALLY, come across an alien on their mission. Never thought this would be how he went down in the history books.

Beck reached out and smoothed the hair out of the boy’s face. He frowned at the amount of sweat the kid was producing. His body was no doubt fighting off an infection. This kid needed them; whatever he went through was no doubt awful. The kid whimpered but pressed his face into his hand, seeking comfort.

Their mission had changed; this alien kid’s survival was now their priority.

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