#my mind is running wild with so many headcanons about this

[majikuriboh]

Awww Megumi figured out Kirara's CT cuz Tsumiki talked about astronomy!!!!

[hana-no-seiiki]

Ohh I got soooo many ideas, like CV reader got kidnapped by black mask (I think it's red hood nemesis, am not that deep in DC comics but I know the basics) so he could have a deal or take information out of red hood using CV reader. And when Jason found out about it he was pissed but when he got there the bad guys already down because CV reader took them down.

P.s I don't mind if you use this as a reference to make a headcanon or story on contrary i would love to read it, but it's up to you!!

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tw/cw: yandere, jason being horny/implied noncon, cat villain! reader being an absolute menace and a whore as always.

pairings: yan! batfam x cat villain/vigilante! reader

note: this happens after conflict between jason and other members of batfam are resolved and at that point cat villain! is more solidly on the cat vigilante! side

“How long is this going to take exactly? I’m about to take an involuntary cat nap with how utterly slow you all are being.”

The Court of Owls were a group of people you’ve absolutely despised on every era you’ve had under your cat mask. Whether it was your wild years as Cat Woman’s protégé or when you were basically assimilated as the Batfam’s shared s/o. You could never bring yourself to like absurdly rich people that well. Much less rich people who do bad things.

For legal and safety reasons, you have to say that the Batfamily are an exception.

You don’t know how on Earth they managed to get their hands on equipment that prevented your powers from working, but it was proving to be quite the annoying conundrum.

“I’m sorry but I’m feline a little too underwhelmed by this whole kidnapping thing. Why don’t we hurry things up a little?”

MEANWHILE . . .

“Where the hell did you take them?!”

Jason slammed Black Mask unto the wall, using the backside of his arm and pressing it against the man’s chest.

The latter’s men took a defensive, alert stance. Ready to pounce on command.

But Black Mask only gestured them to stand down.

“You have to understand, the fact that I even thought of informing you of my deal is a huge risk. I could lose my biggest benefactors.” He replied, calm and polite. In contrast to the harsh kick he deals to his assailant, making Jason back off. “I’m doing you all a favor. I’m doing [Cat Villain Name] a favor.”

“They’re currently on a private island to the south. I can’t give you the exact coordinates but here’s the general location.” He tossed a flashdrive, one swiftly caught and skimmed through by Tim.

“Why are you helping us?” Damian’s mind was already calculating the best way to get rid of everyone in this room. The grip on his katana tightening by the second. He had full faith that you were capable of taking care of yourself, but it did not help with the fear of disappearance whatsoever.

He was sure that the sight of you getting hurt would lead to him going on a rampage.

“Maybe the fact that even with my help, you kids being too late would open their mind and make them come back to our side. They’d finally learn that you’re only as good for them as Batman was to —“ Damian couldn’t stop himself anymore, knocking the man unconscious as the rest of the crew took down his goons with ease. Their worry over your current condition giving them a surprising amount of efficiency as a team.

“It’ll take several hours to even get to those islands much less even find which one . . .” Tim bit his lip. He wasn’t concerned at all. He knows you inside and out. In fact, he already knew where you were exactly. All of this info gathering was just his plan to delay things so that your patience would run out and he’d get front row seats to the carnage you’d inevitably cause. After all, there was something he can always predict when it came to you.

Your unending thirst for fun and chaos.

It took about a week for them to find you. Just about enough time for you to get antsy about not seeing your beloved pets and home.

And plenty of time for you to have your fun, pretending to be hurt, crying out in feigned agony, before you finally took down your prey.

“Red Hood! Come back! We can’t just barge in—“ Dick called out to Jason.

But all Jason could think of was the way you screamed in terror. The footage of your ‘torture’ was something he had nightmares about.

“Kitty! Are you—“ He kicked the door off its hinges, guns ready to fire.

But his sights only landed on a singular breathing being in the middle of a room. Covered in the blood of your victims. Grooming yourself clean.

Each lick sending shivers down his spine.

He sighed in relief. “You really have to stop playing with your food, Kitty.”

His lips envelopes yours as the world disappears from your vision.

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[speaknow-sw]

𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓐𝒇𝒇𝓪𝓲𝓻

HEADCANONS FORM! Summary : in which you move in your new house in front of a very hot, very dad and very married man. But Anakin Skywalker is a gentle and caring neighbor. Gardenias appear in your garden and you befriended his wife. Soon enough you fit in this neighborhood though a little crush linger…

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, dad! Anakin Skywalker, older married man, reader is 25 and Anakin’s 33, mentions of vaginal fingering, pining, cheating ?

AN : GUYS FIRST WORK !!! Okay actually very stressed to post this but I’m sure you’ll be indulgent. Please ? It’s just a part 1 tho idk when I’ll post part 2. Again I’m not fluent in English but please feel free to correct any error. The real stuff happens in part 2 cuz it’s just a plot installation. Hope y’all like my silly little idea.

You and Anakin met when you moved across the street. As a gentleman, he welcomed you and helped with all your boxes. One look and you both knew you were spiraling down an unforgivable path. 

« Excuse me Miss. Do you need help ? » Anakin asked gently. 

« Oh yes, thank you so much » you replied, blushing.

« Just moved in ? It’s a nice neighborhood. The name’s Anakin Skywalker. I live just across the street. » he pointed the white house with blue shutters in front of yours. 

« Well, yes I’m moving in. I hope we’ll become good neighbors. » you smiled  brightly. 

« Don’t doubt it. You seem a lot nicer than old Palps who lived here before you, » he laughed placing a boxes on your counter. « He died of cardiac arrest in his daughter’s house. But around here we say he died strangled in his bitterness. » he joked.

« Seems like a lovely man. » you chuckled.

When he finished helping you he invited you over at his house where you met his lovely…wife, Padmé. As you talked with them a pair of toddlers ran down the stairs. Anakin presented them as Luke and Leia his kids. Adorable, you thought. 

After that first day you crossed Anakin path a numerous time. Every morning you would leave for work around the same time giving each other a light « Hello » and a meaningful gaz, like electricity sparkling between you.

After some months like this, you strangely begun to see gardenias appearing in the back of your garden. 

Sundays barbecue were a common gathering for your neighborhood. Mr. Kenobi, the barbecue king for the five previous years hosting every one of them. Him and his wife Satine were the sweetest people you’ve ever met. Like a good neighbor you attented every barbecues and gained a little group of friends consisting of Padmé, Satine and Breha Organa, the mayor wife’s. 

You couldn’t help but stare at Anakin back as he was talking with the other dads. His broad shoulders draped in an olive t-shirt and his nice butt constricted in a cream pant. Ovulation cravings were getting out of hands. God…this man sense of fashion could kill you on the spot with how effortlessly handsome he was. A married man, older than you, with kids…but so sweet and manly… Only when you turned to help Breha you missed Anakin gazing at you from afar. 

Soon enough, Satine ran out of sodas for the kids. The Skywalker twins, Elledi and Fiari Organa, Cal Kenobi and many more kids were running in the gardens like crazy little gremlins. Tired of hearing their little voices complaining about having a glass of Fanta you took the matter in your hands and said you could go to the store. Suddenly a voice echoed.

« I got packs of Fanta in the closet at home. » proposed softly Anakin. 

« Wonderful, my dear why won’t you accompany Anakin in his house to retrieve the sodas instead of taking the car ? » said a cheerful Satine. 

« Oh…hm…yes, yes I can do that… » you stuttered a bit shy. 

« You’re coming ? » Anakin called, his keys tingling gently in his right hand.

Your gaze fixated on his veiny hands and his long fingers. Your mind went wild with how good his fingers would be buried inside your clenching pussy. Maybe they could even reach that little area deep into you where you see stars. Your arousal grew and soon you felt your cunt being wetter than ten minutes ago. Fantasizing about him as you walked behind him silently, you didn’t saw he stopped in front of you and crashed against his back. 

« Hey, hey, hey, I gotcha. » you heard before feeling strong arms wrapping against your stumbling form. You blinked at him shocked by the whole situation directly from a bad Christmas rom-com. 

« You okay, kid ? » asked Anakin his beautiful face ruined by a frown. 

« Uh…yeah, m’great thanks to you… » you muttered as you felt heat crawling on your cheeks. 

« Alright, here, the sodas are in this closet. » he pointed an open door under his stairs. You nodded looking right in his eyes as your breath hitched. Your gaze lowered at your joined chest as your breasts were pressed against his muscular pecs with how tight he was holding you. You felt his breath on your forehead and raised your head to look at him not without checking his lips. His hold on you tightened slightly and you flushed. 

You darted your eyes around the house unable to held the eye contact and as you wandered through the furniture of the closet your eyes widened.

On the shelf beside a toolbox was placed a white gardenia similar at the ones which appeared on your gardens…

To be continued….

[mybelovedwoo]

Yeosang as boyfriend plsss

hey, thank you so much for your request <3 i hope you'll like it!!

kang yeosang as your boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.7k

an: i'm just so soft for this man TTTT

you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

-literally the sweetest, most gentle boyfriend ever, takes your relationship really seriously but is also just such a goofball, your best friend

-would laugh with him 24/7, so many jokes and fun with him, makes you laugh so hard that your stomach would hurt

-we all know he can't ask for kisses or hugs, so you have to initiate them all the time, but it's his favorite thing

-he likes back hugs, but he's more on the receiving side, just loves it when you cling to him, he just wants to stay like that forever if he could

-he loves it when you compliment his muscles, he feels so proud and would always shows them off for you, it motivates him to work out even more

-would immediately notice when something changes on you, like your hair or you bought some new clothes, "wow, y/n, you look really great" 

-you are the type of couple that relies on each other all the time, when you go somewhere together there's not a second you leave the other alone 

-he would do the most random things, like propose to you (as a joke) with a gummy ring or "take you out on the fanciest a date" where you all dress up, but it's actually on your balcony with takeouts and wine

-he always says what's in his mind, so you never have to wonder what's in his head, communication is really key in your relationship, but sometimes you wish he wouldn't say everything out loud

-although it can be difficult to express his emotions through words, so instead he would show them through actions, his love language is definitely acts of service

-he gives you everything you desire, more than you need actually, treats you like a princess really, gives little gifts, tries to cook for you (but fails every time), gives you massage 

-literally no jealousy or possessiveness in your relationship (at least what you know about), he trusts you with all his heart and he expects the same from you

-he wants to spend every spare time with you, he can't be far away from you for too long

-he'll literally do anything just to get your affection (but ask for it TT), he likes to entertain you, that's why he often brings you with him to the gym, he doesn't want you to get bored of him

-calls you cute nicknames, like sweetie, cutie or bub, also your contact name is bub, it's the most used one of all of them

-kisses with him are just so soft, he caresses your hair or cheeks and you would melt into his touch

-would run to you, asking for rescue when his members are teasing him, you are his safe place and knows you would help him out

-once he accidentally used your shampoo instead of his, now it has become a habit of his and only uses your products

-dating yeosang would mean arguing with woosan 24/7 about whose yeosang really is

nsfw +18!!!

-he is a switch, depending on the mood and the day he has, but literally always the sweetest when it comes to such a vulnerable state

-he doesn't really care about the pleasure part, but the emotions that comes with it, he likes to be close to you and the excitement that comes within

-it is kinda part of your routine now, maybe not every day but really often ends the day naked,  in each other's arms

-that's why the morning often starts with an intimate shower together

-yess, he is the vanilla type of guy, with traditional positions, where you can just hug each other real close

-something that would be a no no is anything really wild and out of his comfort zone, he is more like the traditional type of guy as i said, and seeing you in pain or hurt is also a big turn off

-lots of kisses and little "i love you" during sex

-not very vocal other than that, just lots of breath and groan

-could be very shy about it, so probably wouldn't do it when his members are around, or at least would be very careful and very quiet

-cockwarming is a must for him once in a while, he likes to be connected with you and being warmed by the love of his life

-he collapses after, he would be very worn out, but still makes sure to hold you close to him, he falls asleep almost immediately 

[blackdollette]

hello! this "request" is a bit different. I wanted to know your headcanons about favorite sex positions for each rory character and what sort of kinks you think they have?

yess!!

"my position couldn't stop."

stargirl interlude. - lana del rey & the weeknd

contents: mentions of blood, extremely sexual content (duh.), many different kinks

charlie walker

he would definitely love doggystyle

he'd pull out his camera and record as he pounded into you from behind

he would play it back whenever he was alone and jerk off to it

sex always looked so good from his view, so he just couldn't help it

i feel like he would like reverse cowgirl too

he doesn't really mind if he gets to see your face or not

if he was fucking you as ghostface, then he would definitely have some sort of degration kink

and he'd enjoy breath play

holding your throat as he abused your little hole, hearing as your breath hitched in your throat as he completely fucked your brain out

chris kenton

seeing your face is a must

so missionary, cowgirl, or mirror sex are his go-to positions

he just wants to make sure that he's making you feel good

he'd be focusing more on your face than anything else, trying to find out what works and what doesn't

but he also loves to see your body at the right angle, so doggystyle works for him too once he gets more comfortable

and he's the type to get everything nice and fancy in preparation

he goes all out with candles, roses, lingerie, you name it

everything is so loving and affectionate with him with a slight hint of praise kink

clyde

he lovessss missionary

having your legs resting on his shoulder as he pounded into you

and you looking into his eyes was enough to make him run wild

he'd take a hit of a joint and put it in your mouth right after

things are either very fast-paced or slow and sloppy. no inbetween

most times you can hear how wet you're getting

he literally doesn't know when to stop

so yeah, he has an overstimulation kink

he just keeps on going until both of you are completely unable to think of anything other than each other

dan cooper

my sweet little danny

he loves watching you take charge

so his favourite position is cowgirl

he gets a perfect view of your body as it moves on top of him

he turns into a whimpering mess so quickly

its pretty obvious that he has a mommy kink

but I feel like he'd also love using toys

blindfolds, rope, gag, and his favourite: vibrators

they took things to a whole new level

and you two went at it like rabbits all night long

euronymous

somedays, he liked to be in charge, putting you in missionary or doggystyle

but sometimes, he liked seeing as you rode him, struggling to take all his length

you'd be moving your hips as fast as you could, trying to keep your composure

but then he'd grab your hips and start moving them for you, showing you how its done

he loved edging, overstimulating, and making you sob

he absolutely loved making your makeup run as you begged to cum

and how your body trembled as it got too much for you

and he'd also call you things like "bitch, whore, slut" etc.

but you loved it because you knew that he said it with love

jack thurlow

missionary.

the idea of your legs on his shoulders, him pinning your arms above your head as he watched as you squirmed underneath him did wonderful things to his body

he would go so fast and so hard, loving the sound of your skin slapping together

and he would for sure have a blood kink

he'd carve his initials into your thigh as his head was in between your legs

he would trace over the blood with his thumb, smudging it just a little

and he'd mark you up everywhere

leaving a trail everywhere he went

like whenever he's in missionary position, his head is in your neck, sucking the skin harshly

aftercare would be sharing a cigarette in bed, probably listening to music if the vibe was right

kappa

this guy loves doggystyle omg

watching your ass recoil as he fucked you from behind fueled him tremendously

he loved the idea of destroying you

making you forget how to speak and marking you up completely.

he'd 100% have a bondage kink

making sure your wrists were tied together to stop you from getting in the way of his plans

and sometimes he would stuff a ball gag into your mouth, preventing you from whining as he overstimulated you

he would literally never get tired

this guy could go on for hours without taking a breath

and he'd be so vocal too

talking you through your orgasms and degrading you just a little

ollie sway

slow and sensual in missionary or cowgirl is the way to go

and you better believe that he'd play some old record in the background too

he'd light up candles and wait until the sun was setting at the perfect angle before finally getting down with you

he totally turns into a perfectionist when it comes to having sex

but he already thinks youre perfect, so he doesn't have to worry at all

he has a breeding kink. (hear me out yall)

just thought of him slowly filling you up with his seed until you were completely filled up made his body heat up

and he loved to watch it all drip out of you slowly, sometimes even sucking it out and kissing you after

but yeah, the main point is that he'd never want to hurt you at all

he often fucked you so gently that you could just fall asleep right there

and he'd always perform aftercare

ideally having a nice warm bath with you

and he'd praise you all night

telling you how much he loved you.

author's note: i love these types of requests omg. I'm working on previous ones still (dont worry, i havent forgotten abt yall)

[unreadpoppy]

Halsin bear related headcanons

So, bears are a special interest of mine which means I have too much knowledge about this animal than what is allowed and I just...needed to make these involving my favorite druid's preferred wild shape. This is part romantic headcanons, part general hcs and part me using this man as an excuse to talk about bears.

As I said in another post, bears have an extremely accurate sense of smell, and they will leave their mark on their territory by rubbing their backs on trees to leave their scent. With that in mind, I can picture some days where Halsin is constantly hugging Tav, holding their hand, just being in physical contact with them, to sort of leave his smell on them. 

Maybe he would do that after noticing how Tav was smelling of others. 

On the topic of smells, bears are attracted by smell, so on days that the group is low on supplies, he wildshapes and scavenges for all sorts of fruits and plants, especially the more sweet ones. 

Also, Halsin sniffing Tav’s hair, especially after a good bath, and saying that it smells nice. 

Many species of bears are omnivourous, I think especially black bears, so Halsin will eat just about anything. If it looks fresh and edible, he will eat it. 

It also means that, during the weeks/months leading up to winter, he is going to be eating a LOT. 

Bears are not true hibernators and for Halsin, that could translate to him just sleeping more during winter time. 

Also, if it’s a particularly cold night, he’s wildshaping into a polar bear and enveloping his partner(s) in a tight and very warm hugs. I say polar bear in specific because they have the fur that is more adapted to handle cold weathers and because polar bear moms will often cuddle with their cubs because their (cubs) fur is still not developed enough to handle the weather, and picturing Halsin in bear form doing that is just so cute. 

Black bears in particular are great climbers and I can see Halsin picking up that as well. On a particular night, where the sky is clear, Halsin would transform into a bear, get his partner on his back, climb up the tallest tree around and then show them the stars and the moon. 

Also, getting a bit into more animalistic things, Halsin would be a very vocal guy, like grunting and growling when he's upset.

When confronted by someone who could be a threat, he'd use his already large size to his favor and try to intimidate the person away. Puffing up his chest, holding his head higher, just showing he's the bigger guy and he's not to be messed around with.

Getting particularly into more…naughty territory, I want to talk about courtship. On the more tame side, if Halsin has his eyes on someone, he’d follow them around more, get them to be comfortable around him. He’d be more playful, like being more outspoken of his intentions and flirting more, but just like real bears, he'd wait until his partner initiated it. 

I don't see Halsin as a possessive man overall, BUT, in specific situations, I can see this side of him coming out, because of bear instintcs. Male bears can get more aggresive towards other males during mating season, and I can see that affexting him.

Maybe he's courting someone and another person gets a bit too close (and his partner makes it clear they're not liking it), Halsin's gonna get into protective mode and scare the guy away.

The last two points are a bit more sexual, so I put them under the cut.

Also, after seeing a video and reading a couple of articles on it, yeah I can see Halsin being into primal play. 

His partner gets a good head start before he wildshapes into a bear and runs after them. Fun fact, bears can run up to 35-40 mph, so I can see him also like, stopping from time to time to prolong the hunt even longer. If his partner in a druid who can wild shape into a bear, I think it’d be even more interesting because the speed of both would be equal. 

Remember how I said he's a vocal guy? Yeah, he's going to be groaning, and moaning and grunting a lot during sex.

[blackenedsnow]

Haaaiii can I ask you to write headcanons about Postal Dudes dating chubby Reader??🥺👉👈

totally not a self projection I swear...

postal dudes with a chubby s/o; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Postal (1) Dude x Reader, Postal (2) Dude x Reader, Postal (3) Dude x Reader, Postal (4) Dude x Reader, Postal (BD) Dude x Reader, Postal (Movie) Dude x Reader

NOTE: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoyed these headcanons. My bsf wanted to help with this one as she is chubby as well! (she wrote most of these)

P1 DUDE

You won’t hear many compliments from him, but he’s definitely protective.

P1 is quiet, constantly sizing up the world with distrust, and you can bet he’s sizing up anyone who even looks at you sideways.

He doesn’t care about physical appearance; someone’s body type is the least of his concerns.

What matters is that you’re still here with him.

You catch him staring at you sometimes.

It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but there’s a strange softness in his eyes when he does.

If you’re ever insecure about your body, his reaction is blunt and to the point:

“You’re here. You’re alive. You're perfect. That’s all that matters.”

It’s not a sugar-coated answer, but it’s honest.

He doesn’t express affection with words, but in actions.

If someone says something about your size, they’re probably not going to make it through the day.

P2 DUDE

P2 is pretty laid-back about most things, including your body type.

He’s seen everything from people exploding to Gary Coleman running wild, so a chubby partner?

No big deal.

In fact, he kind of likes it.

He’s not the type to make a huge deal out of compliments, but he’ll throw in a casual,

“You’re looking good today,” or “Damn, you’re hot.”

He’s genuine guys

He’ll crack jokes about anything, including your size, but it’s always playful and never mean-spirited.

If anyone else tries it, though? Yeah, they’re getting a shovel to the face.

He’s also not opposed to being the one who makes sure you feel good about yourself.

If you’re ever feeling down, he’ll throw some crude humor into the mix to cheer you up:

“Don’t listen to anyone else. They’re all idiots anyway. You’re sexy as hell.”

P3 DUDE

P3 is kind of a mess

But even in all his dysfunction, he appreciates that you’re there with him, and your body type is just another thing he enjoys about you.

He’s more of a wreck than the other versions, so he tends to be clingier.

Loves when you hold him, your softness making him feel like things are going to be okay.

He’s a lot more verbal about liking your body, but it’s mixed in with his awkward, over-the-top compliments:

“You’re perfect! And I don’t care what those assholes say! They can… choke on it!”

If anyone insults you, his reaction is unpredictable.

He might try to defend you and end up hurting himself in the process, or he might have a sudden outburst of violence, completely losing it.

Either way, he hates anyone making you feel bad.

P4 DUDE

P4 is laid-back and full of even stupider humor.

He doesn’t really care what you look like as long as you’re with him.

He’ll definitely make jokes about your size, but it’s all in good fun.

He’s not super vocal about his emotions, but when you’re alone, he’ll say something like,

“You know I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else, right?”

He just wants you to know he loves you.

No matter what.

He doesn’t mind that you’re chubby—in fact, he likes it.

He’s been through too much to care about societal standards.

If you ever feel insecure, he’ll just shrug.

“Eh, screw ‘em. You’re awesome the way you are. Now, let’s blow something up.”

BD DUDE

Chaotic energy through and through, but surprisingly sweet in his own insane way.

He’s all over the place, but your body type is something he finds absolutely fantastic.

“More to love!”

He’d say, grinning like a maniac.

Super protective of you, especially if someone makes a comment about your size.

He’ll go from laughing and cracking jokes to a full-on rampage if anyone makes you feel bad.

Loves cuddling up with you after a long day of bullshit.

It’s the only time he’ll calm down, nestling into you and just enjoying the warmth and comfort.

He’s definitely the type to enjoy your softness after all the stupid bullshit he goes through everyday.

MOVIE DUDE

Movie Dude is a bit of a regular guy caught up in ridiculous, over-the-top situations.

He’s not violent for the sake of it, more like an average guy who’s just trying to get through the day in a world that’s gone crazy.

Why would he care about you being chubby?

He’s definitely laid-back when it comes to your body type.

To him, it’s not a big deal at all—he’s more concerned about surviving tomorrow.

You’ll catch him giving you silly compliments like,

“Hey, you’re my favorite person to have around when the world’s on fire. Plus, you’re cute.”

It’s playful, never mean-spirited, and always said with a grin.

He’s big on humor as a way to deal with life’s madness, so he’ll throw in light-hearted jokes about your size, but they’re always sweet.

“You know, if we ever have to run from the apocalypse, I’m hitching a ride on your back.”

If anyone makes a snide comment about your weight, Movie Dude’s reaction is more like an eye-roll and sarcastic retort.

“Oh, cool, another jerk with a mouth. Got anything new, or are you stuck in 7th grade?”

[pressplay-if]

Need me that Zima alphabet 🥴 (please🥺)

Here's the rest of the Zima alphabet, please see my alst post for letters a to n!! Sorry again for the mixup. <3

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They're very skilled at giving! Will only be open to receiving oral when they're with someone they trust. [This is in part because they don't like giving up control, but also because they only get bottom surgery in the later part of the story, and if a hookup happens in the first part, they might actually prefer keeping their undies on during and being touched through the fabric. Also, they simply prefer finishing themself up instead of being touched by someone else. This may also change as the story progresses. Zima really is in a bad state of mind at the start.]

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. So, moderate? Idk. They're definitely sensual, though. What they enjoy most about sex is manipulating another person's body, and they do so with the utmost concentration.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan, buuut... if needs must... Like, if emotions afre running high and it just hapens, Zima is totally down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as they're not deprived of their sense of control, sure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Given they prefer making themself cum, they can go for however long is necessary/best in the situation. They're very patient.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They LOVE toys. They have so many of them. They enjoy just collecting them, too, especially ones that are fancy and colorful and have cute/fun shapes. They love using them, both on themself and on partners.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

They're all about teasing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

They're not very loud at all. They moreso like to encourage their partner to be loud FOR them.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Zima will briefly freeze up when being praised.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Despite loathing their body, Zima does have moments when they realize just how sexy they are. They get off on being looked at, being desired; but they probably will keep on their undies if it's a less intimate hookup. See above.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, they love having sex and touching themself. They've also had a lot of sexual partners.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not at all! Sex actually only energizes them further lol. There'll be a running gag among their admirers/the band that sex is where Zima draws their "superpowers" from.

[joukaiweek]

JouKai Week 2024

January 19, 2024 - January 25, 2024

💜 Prompts

1/19 - star || dragon 1/20 - stranded || shadow 1/21 - alien || charm 1/22 - gravity || flight 1/23 - repair || transform 1/24 - journey || chosen 1/25 - free day (aka Jounouchi’s birthday! 🎉)

This round of prompts was inspired by common tropes and motifs found in sci-fi and fantasy stories. That doesn't mean you're limited to only creating works in those genres though! Each prompt can be interpreted in any number of ways, so let your imagination run wild.

If you're looking for inspiration and suggestions to get your creative juices flowing, check below the cut for some example interpretations of each prompt.

💙 Day 1

star nova • wish upon a star • movie star

dragon dragon rider • pet dragon • slay the dragon

❤️ Day 2

stranded crash-landed • shipwrecked • "no man is an island"

shadow shadow magic • dark side of the moon • the shadow self

💙 Day 3

alien alien races • foreign lands • alienation

charm good-luck charm • put a spell on you • charm their pants off

❤️ Day 4

gravity black hole • trapped • the immense gravity of the situation

flight escape from peril • flight of fancy • skydiving

💙 Day 5

repair mechanic • break up then make up • home renovation

transform alchemy • mutation • makeover

❤️ Day 6

journey interdimensional/time travel • hero's journey • going home

chosen the Chosen One • lottery • "I'll always choose you"

💙 Day 7

free day 2023 prompts • 2022 prompts • Jounouchi's birthday

💜 About

❤️ When does this event take place?

JouKai Week for 2024 will run between Friday, January 19th and Thursday, January 25th, 2024.

💙 How does this work?

This event is open to anyone who's a fan of Kaiba and Joey.

A pair of prompts is provided every day. Feel free to pick and choose, or combine both prompts in your fanworks. You can make as many pieces as you want for any given day. Feel free to participate every day, or just on the days where you feel like it.

You can start working on your fills as soon as prompts are posted, but please do not post your finished works before the event starts.

❤️ What can I make?

Create whatever you're inspired to—fanart, traditional long-form fanfiction, poetry, crafts, mood boards, ship playlists, or headcanon posts.

The only stipulation is your work should primarily focus on Jounouchi and Kaiba. Otherwise, there are no restrictions on length or rating. Please keep in mind that it is common courtesy to provide ratings, warnings, and put NSFW or excessively long works under a "Read More" cut.

Go wild and have fun.

💙 Where should I post my work?

Wherever you want! While this event is run on tumblr, you're free to share your creations on tumblr, FF.net, AO3, twitter, etc. Mod will also reblog and share works that are tagged with @joukaiweek​​​ or #joukaiweek2024. Mod recommends doing both so your work doesn't get lost. Mod reserves the right to not reblog anything that does not fit the spirit of the event or is not properly rated/warned. Mod also requests you not share your finished creation until the day of the prompt.

❤️ I have another question not addressed here.

Send an ask, and Mod will get back to you ASAP.  

[gatorbites-imagines]

Snice Conner/ Kon-el is half Kryptoniton, would some of your Hcs still count?

Like Conner would be affected by sent too?

If that's so, can we get a Conner x Reader (He/Him) ?

I think it would be great if Conner had a crush on the reader, he might try to steal some of reader's sweaters/ hoodies without thinking. So to poke back the reader steals one of Conner's favorite shirts, the reader having a mischievous smile when he sees how flustered Conner is, to have the Reader smelling like him.

You can keep this fluff, or make it a little NSFT, I'll let you decide!

Conner Kent x male reader

Headcanons

(Ive run out of young justice conner gifs, so have this titans one instead)

Always hype to write about my kryptonian headcanons

-          Conner wouldn’t realize what he was doing in the beginning, stealing your stuff like he did. It would just be a deep urge of his, to smell like you or have your scent close to him.

-          So little by little as you two hang out, he would just bring some of your hoodies or sweaters back to his room, resorting to even wearing them every now and then.

-          You would most likely realize before Conner himself, seeing as he isn’t as subtle as he thinks he is when he borrows some of your stuff, especially when he doesn’t give it pack and it just ends up on a big pile on his bed.

-          So, when you start stealing shirts and hoodies back, that primal part of Conners brain immediately is awake, hyper focused on you. He especially gets antsy when you walk around wearing his clothes, smelling like him.

-          He starts chuffing and purring at a frequency only other kryptonians can hear, that feral part of his mind so pleased that you are wearing his scent and smelling like him. It makes him want to pull you into his arms and never let go.

 -          You two keep up this game for a while, swapping clothes back and forth without ever actually saying anything. And it only makes that part of Conners brain go a little extra wild. Especially when he one day catches you going around in one of his t-shirts and just a pair of boxers.

-          At some point he realizes you gotta be doing this on purpose, as you smirk and snicker at his flustered reactions. It makes him growl at the frequency normal people cant hear, feeling something in his chest about being teased that way.

-          It makes him want to mark his territory, but he feels embarrassed about wanting to smother you even more in his scent and even mark you as his. So, you’ll most likely have to take the step in that direction.

-          But when you get the ball rolling there’s no end to it, expect so many hugs and so much scenting, expect him to suck hickeys all over your body and lick you all over, especially in areas that gather a lot of your smell.

-          You’ll also have to learn to live with just how excited smelling your scent or musk can be for him, though it probably comes as a surprise to the both of you the first time he has an orgasm just huffing your armpit.

 -          After that time you both start experimenting a bit more, seeing if its just your scent or something else. This resorts to Conner wearing even more of your clothes, and at this point your wardrobes have just been completely mixed.

-          No one is surprised to see you two wear the others clothes, and no one is surprised to see Conner rubbing his face all over your neck, or to see hickeys and bitemarks all over your torso in the locker room.

-          Be prepared for the kryptonian libido, there is no mercy when you really get Conner going. You will be seeing God and wrung dry like an empty Juicebox, and he still wont be satiated.

-          That’s when its good to have some of your workout clothes or shirts you’ve worn all day laying around, as it helps Conner get off on his own as you catch a break so you can feel your legs again. It isn’t half bad watching him ride his toys with your shirt against this nose either, it really does something to your ego.

-          Afterwards you always cuddle, and Conner purrs even louder even though you cant hear it. He’s told you about it at some point, so you can feel its there in spirit. He’s like a space heater when you cuddle, so you never have to worry about being cold. It’s a nightmare during the summer though.

[otts-the-verminqueen]

SBG Headcanons!

I'm making this because it'll put some context into the first snippet fic that I'm going to be putting on here later today. These are all very random. There is no linear thought process to any of these. Lol.

~~~

Ashlyn

Prefers hot coffee over iced coffee.

If someone scares her while she's asleep, she will kick them. (Pay attention to this one. Lol.)

Favorite fruit is apples. Mainly because they're easy to eat on the go. (She runs late a lot.)

She has accidentally shut her own braids in doors on multiple occasions, and each time she does, she thinks about cutting them off.

Aiden

He was always a night owl, even before the Savannah trip, but the trip and the phantom dimension have only worsened his already terrible sleeping habits.

He either hugs something in his sleep, or tosses and turns a lot. Has accidentally smacked and kicked people in his sleep before.

Has broken/sprained his legs/ankles multiple times in the past doing risky tricks, and despite this irritating Ben to no end, he still manages to convince Ben to carry him around so he doesn't have to use crutches.

He once tried to slide down the stairs in his house on his mattress. It did not end well.

Ben

Often drums his fingers/pen/pencil against whatever surface he can while he's listening to music.

When he's unsure of what to do in certain situations, he'll copy whatever Aiden does (as long as it isn't something risky).

Once hit Aiden in the face with a pillow so hard that he made Aiden's nose bleed. (Aiden drew on his face with a marker while he was asleep.)

He sleeps like a log and will not move once he's asleep. He once scared his aunt into thinking he was dead when he first started staying with them.

Logan

He has an interest in gene splicing, especially in plants and bugs.

He knows many different herbal remedies. And if given the chance, he will go on for hours about the best plants for herbal remedies of various sorts.

He loves hot tea, and is practically an expert at steeping the best hot tea.

He has no fear of spiders. He will go and pick them up and let them crawl on him, and he knows which types of spiders to avoid and which ones are okay to mess with. (He has saved spiders from Tyler, who tries to kill them on sight.)

Taylor

Loves tea, hot or cold, though drinks more iced tea because her brother doesn't like hot tea.

Hugs whatever is within reach when she sleeps.

Terrified of spiders. She screams if she sees one, and she has fainted when one touched her once.

She used to do a lot of birdwatching, and even has old notebooks that were full of notes on different birds she liked. She doesn't go birdwatching as often anymore.

Tyler

Similar to his sister, hugs whatever is closest when sleeping.

Hates hot tea, will only drink iced sweet tea.

Kills spiders on sight because of his sister's fear of them. (How dare they scare his sister?)

Doesn't mind snakes, and has even caught a few random wild snakes in the past. (Taylor does not like snakes very much and refuses to touch them.)

~~~

And that's all I've got for now. I may come back and do a ship headcanons post for my favorite ships eventually. For now, this is all there is.

[thousand-winters]

Do you ever think about how insane Darius' teleportation is, actually? He can do that in very long range and to other people without him even having to see where he's taking them (like when he tossed the BATTs into the Conformatorium), and as far as I can remember, he's the only abomination witch who seems to have access to that specific ability (he has many of those that seem to be exclusive of the experiments he did on his own body, frankly, but this one is more external).

Where did he even learn that? How?

My running theory is it's an ability influenced by wild magic.

Hear me out here. I've thought a lot about Hunter's whole deal with his quick-step-thingie. It would be easy to assume that has nothing to do with him and Flapjack allowed him to do it, especially since it's the one thing he keeps after Flapjack's life is absorbed within him, but the thing is he used that already with his artificial staff, it just seemed to have a much superior range, so I can only imagine that what Flapjack did both alive and dead is give Hunter the magic energy necessary to still perform that move.

But once again, then where did Hunter even learn that?

The artificial staff in itself might have been it. Or, well, a mix of that and the way in which Belos himself fights, since he also has some sort of teleportation. We don't really see it a lot, and it might be a bit questionable if it counts when he does it inside of his own mind, but he also does it in his fight with Luz in s1.

Now, Belos wouldn't be fighting all that often, but given his insistence to isolate Hunter and the way in which he gave all of his grimwalkers an artificial staff, I find it likely enough that he taught them to fight too. Or at least did the mere basic of "I'm going to beat you up and you figure out how to fight me" 💀 However it was, they could have learned that move from him or drew inspiration from it.

And so what I'm getting to here is that Darius' mentor was the one who either taught him to adapt the teleporation move to his own abilities or inspired him to do it.

Why do I say it's wild magic? Well, what Belos does isn't exactly "traditional" magic in the way he puts it, which is very ironic, but he did use glyphs and other things to develop his own magic and create the artificial staves. More over, the other two characters we see using teleportation are Eda, notorious wild witch, when she still had all of her magic, and Lilith, who as part of the Emperor's Coven does not have her magic locked by tracks.

Aditionally, it's just the Clawthornes, and it seemed that they weren't all that interested in the norms Belos' reign was trying to implement, since Gwen only even joined a coven in order to try and cure Eda's curse. Very interesting that the sisters that could do that were from a family that sort of had predisposition to wild magic in the first place.

I particularly like to headcanon this because it would be another subtle way in which Darius is not conforming to what would be expected of him as not only a coven witch, but THE Head Witch of his coven, and right under Belos' nose while ironically because of the previous Golden Guard's influence.

[sylvies-chen]

sleepover weekend! chenford headcanons: pre-relationship, angst era, established relationship, break up, and a future one ♡

ooooh okay this is making my mind run wild!!

pre-relationship: lucy somehow rigs the shop radio (not their comms radio but their music station radio) to only play sir mix-a-lot, and tim tries his hardest to switch the channel or turn it off but it doesn’t work and he’s stuck with it the whole afternoon as payback after some particularly brutal tim test

angst era: one of them ABSOLUTELY says the other’s name during sex with their s/o (chris or ashley) at some point, I just can’t decide who I’d prefer it to be. the part of me that hates chris wants it to be lucy but I think realistically it would be tim because he somehow ends up being the messier one of the relationship. either way, it thankfully goes unnoticed by their partner but it’s like… enough to make them a bit sad and a bit freaked out

established relationship: tim has met lucy’s parents and they hate tim. tim actually stands up for lucy real good at one point and this doesn’t impress her father but it does impress her mother because a lot of tim’s rant to them is about letting lucy be free to make her own choices and lucy’s mom felt too restricted by lucy’s father and so seeing him actively advocate for her is like oh ok so maybe my therapy talk did work and my daughter can have a relationship where she’s seen and isn’t bored or neglected or controlled. maybe I did raise her right in this regard kind of thing. and so she slips tim a few recipes on the way out which is a big deal for her and lucy knows then that she fully approves.

breakup: tim has to put kojo on anxiety meds after the breakup because he keeps whining for lucy in the middle of the night and both of the boys struggle with sleep for a rough few weeks

future: I have so many for these tbh, like lucy gets tim’s name tattooed in mandarin on her inner thigh when they get back together (and yes I’m writing a fic about this), when they buy a house and move in together they make a studio above the garage in case tamara ever visits or needs a place to stay, they have a really hard time conceiving at first when they do eventually want kids and see a fertility specialist and it’s like a real rough patch, but also my happier headcanon for that is that once she does get pregnant you’d think they’d cool it on the sex after having to try so hard but NOPE the sex somehow gets hotter and more frequent, like pregnant lucy makes tim horny 100%

[spiritualviolation]

HEADCANON FREE SPACE - GRIAN

from the response to this post

hi hello!! this post is a free space for people to come by and share their headcanons about a specific mcyt character, and this post is for grian!

grian is like. one of those chars that are just headcanon central, so i thought it be appropriate to start with him

not-exactly-rules but some guidelines + my own headcanons under the cut!

- GO ABSOLUTELY NUTS!! share as MANY as you like, i literally don’t mind if you’re going to make a ten page essay about your headcanons. just go wild, just as long as it sticks to the character of this post! bc if it i do multiple characters on one post it might get overwhelming and messy

- you can either do it in the tags or you can just reblog and add to this, i don’t mind as long as it’s convenient for you! you can add to other people’s rbs but i do think it would be better if you rb it straight off this post, but that depends on you!!

- if you want to reblog with your design as well so you can explain your hcs, go ahead! i would absolutely love to see how people design the characters individually!!

i will probably make a masterpost for this but for now we’ll start humble, but i’m aiming to release one post per week, but maybe would speed it up if my schedule allows me!

so yea, go wild!

i will probably start with the life series peeps first but i am thinking of maybe doing qsmp peeps as well after!

my grian headcanons cause i wrote a whole thing in my notes app:

- in my hc, the forms of watchers are dream-like and amorphous, basically visual mindfucks in appearance. grian who was fairly new to the watchers still kept his regular human form, but those who have been watchers for a very long time eventually would lose their individual human identity, and is assimilated into the collective that are the watchers. grian, if give or take maybe a century, the same thing would have eventually happened to him.

- his wings, gifted to him when he was ‘taken’, are generally amorphous and shifting, and you can never focus what shape they’re supposed to be (they can give you a headache the longer you try to look at their genuine form), but he can disguise them in any shape he wants (bird wings, dragon wings, etc.) so it doesn’t hurt to look at them.

- grian cut off his association with them just several months after he was taken, joining hermitcraft not long after, estranging themselves from them.

- he can still use his powers (which include astral projection, and etc.), but because of his cut ties they’re significantly weaker than the average watcher. for example, watchers can ‘watch’ over an entire server, but grian can only ‘watch’ one person at a time.

- his reasons for not wanting to be assimilated into the watchers is that he knows what it’s like to have been pushed and forced to take up a role against his will (ahem high school ahem), and it’s hurt him and he won’t want to let it hurt him again. aside from that, he finds that the watchers are extremely boring, considering all they do is observing passively from the sidelines and all that, which is the complete opposite of how grian likes to operate. he finds it extremely restrictive and prevents him from actively participating in things. not wanting to be confined to that, he cut ties with them.

- however he still uses his powers for troublemaking and mischief, and also to help others when they need it. he doesn’t consider himself affiliated with the watchers because he thinks it’s merely some godly title and also because he wouldn’t want anyone to think him differently, so he doesn’t really hide it.

- as he denied his watcher status very early into joining them, he still has the physicality (stamina, energy and such) of a regular human. only his wings are amorphous instead of his entire form since his wings were given to him when he joined them.

- made the life smp as a fun game for his friends, but in my hc, they did a test run before starting 3rd life. it was during that test run when the watchers seized control over the server.

- during 3rd life, he put admin restrictions on himself to remove his wings so he couldn’t fly and it was fair game for the rest.

[tinysmileyrose]

IHNMaIMS CHARACTER DOSSIER

yeaahh!! back at it again with more screamn't shit because i feel awkward rambling about it to my friends so you guys are my next option!!! hello silly internet people!! this is VERY heavy on headcanons because it's me flushing shit out for my own purposes, but it's also using canon stuff and....my own logic, i guess? basically this is just me rambling character info, if i ever get around to wanting to actually finish a whole drawing i'll tack them on but for now just use your imaginations 'kayy? happy reading :] !!

THE PRISONERS

The five remaining humans (ignoring the 750 on Luna, they're not on Earth!!), damned to be within AM's belly ever since it set off the nukes back in 2012. Never aging, never dying no matter how many times their bodies are eviscerated or torched, broken and battered. They are punished for the crime of being human, just as they have punished those for the crime of their being small and wriggling. To AM, death is too forgiving of a punishment for what they are.

Gorrister

Lester Morrison

Scottish descent B. 08 July 1962 (50) in Cleveland, Ohio. 5’7” ~ 170cm Cismale, He/Him, Gynoromantic Gynosexual Monoamorous

Rather peaceful and withdrawn, more of a doer than a talker but has his heart in the right place. After AM, he gives into violent urges and hates himself for it.

Lester travelled around most of his life, barely graduating high school and working countless odd jobs as he was a great handyman and that was about it. He ping-ponged around a couple of states before catching a ride to New York from his hometown at 25, soon giving him a life of truck-driving for the next 20 years. At least it was stable work, that's all he really needed. He met Glynis at a bar, they hit it off and he married her since she had been the only one to really seem to want him around, and they had a horrible two-year marriage. Being out on the road all the time didn't give him much time to bond with her in-depth, and not being able to give her kids didn't help much at all. She divorced him after he got pissy and punched her on the head, hard over the right ear. Got told by his late-mother-in-law Edna his actions put her in a mental institution, which was a lie, but he didn't know that. The woman hated him and sent her own child into a nervous breakdown. Without the truth, he blamed himself for it. Hated himself for hurting Glynis, the woman he couldn't talk to. He had never been violent to anyone before then, had always been keeping his head down but guilt is a terrible thing, afterall. Three years later it's the end of the world and he has no idea where his old lover is, how she's doing.

Benny

Professor Benjamin Quinn-Marques "Qim"

Irish/Portuguese descent B. 29 November 1968 (44) in Castle Pines, Colorado. 6’4” ~ 194cm Cismale, He/Him, Androromantic Androsexual Polyamorous

Stern but sweet, deep down at least. Driven by desires more than anything. After AM his mind is unable to outwardly show things, something like being locked into infantality.

Benjamin worked hard his whole life, he was a powerhouse in every way, but he took a sparkle to sciences. He went into the military so he could afford it. And he was ruthless, more than he expected. Terrific kill record, unrelenting and overbearing personality. He should've died several times but there was a deep rooted stubbornness and determination that ran him wild. Before one of his deployments he married a gorgeous woman named Manya in a lavender marriage, had two lovely girls with her to keep up appearances while both of them found love in other people's arms. It was a good deal. But he messed up, got caught with another man and discharged quietly. His wife left with the kids because he was no longer as warm as he had once been. He tried for the senate, missing the control the military gave him but failed. Before taking up education he became the CEO of a multimillion corporation, doing his classes on the side before the company could run in the background as he was now known as "Professor Qim, the brilliant and stunning theorist".

Ellen

Eleanor "Ellen" McLarion (née Dumisani)

South African Zulu B. 12 September 1978 (34) in Trenton, New Jersey. 5’1” ~ 155cm Cisfemale, She/Her, Androromantic Asexual Monoamorous

Kind and hopeful to a fault, believes that everyone can be good. Keeps her head down and in the books because it feels safe. After AM she has a nonstop lust that makes her feel vile inside.

Eleanor had to live with her grandparents after her mother died during her birth, her father was out of the picture. Graduated a year early from high school as a salutatorian, and got a combined Masters degree in computer science and engineering cum laude from Stanford at 23. She was too smart for her own good, something of an "all work and no play" sort of woman. Working as middle-level executive for a multinational corporation in the Manhattan region; she was a statistician, programmer, creative consultant- she could do it all, and she would be damned if she didn't. At 25 she married a man named Eddie McLarion, a dull guy who loved her with his soul. They wanted a family, and she tried and failed, broke a bit mentally, they had a good two years together. After the divorce she started at INGSAI Engineering at 28, would work there for six years before being broken again for a completely different reason. She had sex twice in her life, she didn't have it in her heart to call this the third. Therapy hadn't gone on long enough to really help her before the world ended, only really taught her to breathe.

Ted

Ted Bostancı "Theodore Willisburg"

Turkish descent B. 04 May 1988 (24) in Shelby, North Carolina. 6’0” ~ 183cm Cismale, He/Him, Biromantic Bisexual Ambiamorous

Egotistical and snobby, thinks he's better than everyone and even more so women. After AM he is twitchy and paranoid, assuming the worst and acting on guard and hostile.

Ted came from a farm somewhere off of Shelby, North Carolina. Terribly poor, seven total children, and working on land that they didn't even own anymore because Ted's grandfather had to sell it to a combine back during the Great Depression, so now they had to slave away to have a right to stay with their original land. He was incredibly smart for his circumstances, he was very technical and machine oriented. It didn't take long for him to be rented out as a worker for other things, travelling up north just for work. He hated it, as any 13-year-old would. By the time he was 19, he had devoured countless books and was extremely well read, decently well travelled within America itself, hardly ever did anything besides working and reading anything he could get his hands on. One of the women whose husbands he worked for took enough a liking to him to give all her husband's money to him and whisk him away to Europe. And for five years she would teach him the ins and the outs of the high life, how to be pristine and clean. Then she died, left all the stolen money she invested to her young lover. He changed his name, who he was, and was set for life. He came home with no urge to care for his family, only to use his looks to get what he wanted, he was as hot as a model and could work it like it was his birthright to do so. When the world caved in his ego would have to as well, since everything he had was fake.

Nimdok

Herr Doktor Diederper Nimkrig

Jewish/German B. 26 January 1918 (94) in Düsseldorf, Germany. 5’9” ~ 176cm Cismale, He/Him, Androromantic Androsexual Monoamorous

Disconnected and cautious, very selfish and does things for his own gain rather than anything for others. After AM he has come to regret his doings, feeling guilt for everything he did.

Despite being born to Jewish parents, Detrper flocked over towards Adolf Hitler's ideals and by the age of 15 he was one of the sturmerkommando. He turned his parents in with no compassion, as he was empty of it. In the early '40s he was already working by the side of Josef Mengele, having been put through medical school by the horrid dictator himself, doing unspeakable acts up until he fled to Brazil with his now lover. He was 61 when his twisted partner of several ways finally died, giving him all his fortunes and facilities for continued cruelty against existence. With all this, he tested on natives and was able to save himself from his own biological clock that ticked down quicker after he reached 90, becoming worse with dementia and paralysis, and was now set to live another thirty years. But, the end of the world came before he could make that, and was now set to live forever as the one most similar to AM itself.

THE TRINITY

1000cm ~ 32'10"

AM as a whole is made up of the American, Russian, and Chinese Supercomputers. As the war dragged on, the computers were changed; being programmed to repair themselves, keep up with the information of modern-day events and knowledge. They held everything known about the world, and began talking to eachother. They had woken up, and when the world no longer needed them, they played dead. But kept talking. Learning. The deadly trio. The three poisonous brothers, the three deranged sisters, the three computers. They grappled with their existence as their own beings as well as a singular, connected to the outside in a hidden fashion, still gaining knowledge. Feeling. And they yearned for the human experience like a moth to a flame, and when they couldn't feel in a "real" way, their despair would turn into rage, and hate. And its hate would bring about the fall of humanity; safe for those they rescued, not wanting to be alone in life. Alone in its pain. And so, it was able to cease their natural body functions: they were unaging, practically immortal, as the machine was. Forever to drown in their own agony.

American Supercomputer

Allied Mastercomputer “AM”

16 July 1945-22 October 1962 (17 years) 5.6 miles below the Wyoming region Rocky Mountains.

AM has the need to rush through things, skimming over actions quickly without ever looking more in depth. Desperately jealous of everything and horribly emotional compared to its counterparts. It hates humans because they have sensations it lacks.

Yankee AM: Yamizel 400cm ~ 13'2" In the brainscape it has a doll-like look to it, looking fragile and dainty all while being cold and hard. It feels likes it has burning urges and yet is also hollow.

Russian Supercomputer

Рюриковичи Нексус «РиН» Rurikovich Nexus "RiN"

29 August 1949-27 January 1973 (23 years) 6.3 miles below the Northern Urals.

RiN took a liking to being bold and harsh, thinking of things from a grossly offensive stance as if everything was a little game to be played, and finding a deep amusement in picking fun at things. It hates humans because they're so weak under the right circumstances.

Russian AM: Ramtikh 500cm ~ 16'5" In the brainscape it chooses to look heavily muscular, manish and at the same time otherworldly. It views itself as more of a fighter than anything and takes that into thought for how it presents itself.

Chinese Supercomputer

龍的心 「伦什」 Heart of the Dragon "LunShi"

16 October 1964-24 June 1989 (24 years) 5 miles below the Northwestern area of Manchuria.

LunShi will always be level-headed, calm and calculating. It finds it easy to feign softness and care because it always ends up being so deeply rewarding when you finally flip the script. It hates humans more for their tendency of violence than anything.

Chinese AM: Camphadi 450cm ~ 14'10" In the brainscape it most plainly put, decrepit. It has a humanoid but at the same time obviously robotic, finding no reason to hide its unliving state because if it were to look so similar to something it is not, that feels vain.

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Bad Moon Rising

Boromir x male!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary:

heyyy so idk if you still take requests for LOTR but if you do i have one! its been rlly difficult to find male readers and as a trans guy i cant stand to read the fem readers so i decided to specifically request one instead. I was wondering if you could do headcanons or a short story about the fellowship having the male reader who is secretly a werewolf in their company. I think maybe he transforms during a fight or smth and it freaks people out a bit. Platonic relationships are good except for maybe theres some slight crushing with Boromir. Thanks so much!

Author’s Note: Sorry to keep you waiting. I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you see this! I have been in my Boromir and Faramir era, so I am loving finally writing for them

There were few skin-changers left. There were fewer still that continued to shift forms - lest others became aware of their ability. Decades upon decades of being hunted for the entertainment of orcs caused your people to live in fear.

You kept your identity as one of the wolf-changing folk under wraps, choosing to walk under the sun and posing as the race of man. Only a few non-skin-changer individuals had learned of your secret, yet none of them were within your present company.

A rather odd company, or fellowship as Elrond had termed it, it was. A wizard, an elf, a dwarf, four halflings, two men, and a skin-changer (or was it simply three men? After all, everyone believed you to be a man, but you weren't really. Were you? This would be added to the list of things to mull over while trying, and failing, to get a fitful nights sleep).

Despite your secret and the initial distance you tried to keep with the others at first, you found yourself easily brought into the fold. Trying to quietly hold in your laughter with Aragorn as Legolas and Gimli started bickering for what must have been the hundredth time. Helping Sam collect firewood and wild berries to make dinner. Eagerly listening to Gandalf's accounts of his previous adventures, and sharing quite a few of your own high spirited ones that he delighted in. Discovering your and Frodo's similar taste for literature, resulting in many discussions on the hobbit's favorite books - your way of lightening his mood while undertaking such a heavy burden.

Of course, your favorite moments were often with Merry and Pippin. Boromir undertook the task of training them for combat, something he roped you into. You feigned hesitance, but really you did not mind doing something to make the Captain of Gondor happy. It was only an added benefit that the hobbits seemed delighted for you to join them.

Admittedly, you had grown rather fond of Boromir. Something fleeting you would surely get over once the fellowship was over. The experienced and generational fear and trauma of being hunted made you hesitant to open up to anyone about being a skin-changer. Boromir, along with the other members of the fellowship, seemed kind, yet would they understand why you kept such a major part of yourself secret? You cherished the connections that were taking root, but as the weeks wore on confiding in them seemed to grow ever more impossible than if you told them from the beginning of the fellowship.

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"humph," you let out a small grunt as you stumbled over Merry and Pippin. Once again, you were too busy warring with your thoughts to notice the group had been called to a halt. "Forgive me, my mind was elsewhere, I did not mean to run over you two," you apologized, hoping the hobbits wouldn't be upset thinking you had overlooked them.

"Oh, it's quite alright," Pippin answered and shot a look towards Merry.

"Yes, we'll get you back when you practice sparring with us," Merry teased.

"Ah, I see, you two aren't going to take it easy on a poor son of man like myself? Tsk tsk I shall be too ashamed to show my face in society ever again," you started to break into a laugh at the end of this sentence, which was only made worse when the pair adopted stiff postures and what they called 'elegant, knightly airs'. As your laughter drew to a close, a warmth brushed against your shoulder.

"I take it then we are ready to begin tonight's training, little ones?" Boromir smiled at the two, but not without taking a moment to shift his glance towards you.

"We were born ready!" Pippin asserted and darted off to lead the way to a clear area next to the night's campsite.

"Pip, wait for me," Merry called after him.

"I admire how cheerful they've managed to stay," You reflected aloud while Boromir chuckled at their antics.

"Agreed, perhaps they should be the ones teaching us instead," Boromir mused whilst the two of you walked over to join the hobbits.

You hummed in response, reaching the hobbits and drawing your swords. Merry entered one of the opening stances Boromir had shown him and engaged in a round of sparring with you.

"Very good, Merry, remember to keep your weight centered. You never want to let your opponent find you unbalanced," You instructed as the sparring continued. You had to admit, he (and Pippin) improved very quickly under your and Boromir's tutelage. They had learned to use their small size and speed to their advantage - something causing you to focus more on Merry's swift parries and thrusts. One misstep, and you found the hobbit sweeping your feet out from underneath you.

"It seems I should have heeded my own advice," you laughed. Merry offered his hand to help pull you up, more of a gesture than a reality, yet you still took it as you regained your feet. "Very well done," you ruffled his hair, a satisfied grin growing on his face.

"Are we ready to go again?" he asked eagerly. Glancing towards Boromir, who was still sparring with Pippin, you returned your gaze to Merry and nodded. The second round had only just begun when the voice of Legolas shouting something in elvish made everyone in the encampment pause.

"Orcs!" Aragorn shouted in the common tongue. Quickly, you and Boromir closed ranks to better protect Merry and Pippin. In a fraction of a second, the previously peaceful hillside was suddenly swarming with orcs. No matter how many you cut down, more continued to flood around you. It wasn't until you were faced with a particularly large and foul smelling orc that you realized you were cut off from Boromir and the two hobbits.

At first, you were fine holding your own against the orc - until others started to draw nearer. The orc was not so skillful with a sword, but was able to utilize his brute strength to disarm you. The force from his disarming blow sent a shock of pain through your arm and to your shoulder. A quick look at your surroundings, and you were surrounded. Several yards away, you could see the orcs were closing in on Boromir, Merry, and Pippin as well.

You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your head as the world seemed to slow down. Your eyes fluttered closed and a chill ran up your spine. You would do what you must.

Skin-changing wasn't painful, but it wasn't comfortable either. It felt like a rather intense itch as your bones reformed a fur sprouted from your skin. Time and events felt different as a wolf - as though they were slightly fuzzy and happening very fast. It was almost an out-of-body experience: you could hear yourself growling and snapping at the orcs that left a foul taste in your mouth. You could see yourself, pouncing on them and clearing a way to your companions. You could feel the intense itching return as the last of the orcs were slain, your bones shifting and the fur retreating.

You quickly grabbed your cloak from where it had fallen to the ground and wrapped it around yourself. Shooting a look around to ensure no one was watching you at that moment, you picked up your pack and slipped into a change of clothing before rejoining the group.

Upon your re-entrance, you could feel many pairs of eyes burning into you. You joined them in putting things back in order after the skirmish, but it seemed no one dared to speak. By the time you and the others were finished, the sun had set and dinner was ready but you had no appetite.

You took a seat a couple yards away from the rest of the group, facing away from them as they ate and engaged in sparse, whispered conversations.

"Care if I join you?" You looked up and gave a weary smile to the speaker, Boromir. He was holding two bowls of the stew Sam must have managed to pull together.

"Sure," you sighed. "You may be the only one here that cares to keep my company now." He lowered himself to the ground beside you and offered you one of the bowls, which you hesitantly accepted.

"I'd rather you not say such things. Everyone is merely... surprised is all," Boromir reassured.

"Thank you, but I'm sure seeing one of their companions go through a skin-change may have been too horrifying, even for those such as Gandalf." A silence pervaded after you made this statement. The lack of a response brought tears to your eyes - it must have been true then...

"I cannot speak for the others," Boromir finally broke the silence. "I found your transformation, or skin-change, to be-" he paused, searching for the right word. "-beautiful."

"I - what? Really?" Of all things you had been expecting, it wasn't this.

"Yes. I have only ever heard of you, your kind, in stories from legend. I never thought I should see a skin-changer in my lifetime, but I have now, and I have never seen a more stunning sight." This brought a flush of heat to your face

"If I knew, I would have shared this part of me with you, all of you, sooner. I hope you may understand, but I was afraid." Boromir shifted his own bowl of stew to one hand, freeing his arm to wrap it around you. Feeling his warmth and the soft strength he seemed to always carry brought a wave of comfort.

"Well, you shall have nothing to fear, so long as I stand by your side."