#scuffed headcannons

[lululandd]

been having really autistic thoughts about ghost lately and i have some extremely niche headcannons:

♡ he’s one of those people that leaks military vehicle blueprints and manuals to win petty arguments on war thunder forums. how fucking dare this civilian say he doesn’t know his shit! he’s been inside Challenger 2 for the past 2 weeks! better leak the AESP (army equipment support publication) to win this internet squabble. gotta put TankWaifuwu83 in his goddamn place, and fast.

♡ he tries, and most of the time fail, to limit his in-game spending to £100 a month.

♡ has unpainted warhammer figures in his flat, theyre gifts from gromsko (the man caught ghost staring when he was yapping about warhammer and the polish dude thought ghost was curious. he wasnt. he was just dissociating in gromsko’s general direction)

♡ collects stamps because his mum used to—mans would grab them off bins if he spots any—and brings them when he comes visit, showing her new ones and would tell stories of where/how he found it.

♡ a metal detectorist in his *cough* limited *cough* free time, and can identify bullet casings and musket balls (minié balls) by type and approximate year of manufacture. he collects those in a jar by the front door because it’s the easiest place to put them and he counts that jar as decoration for his flat. (he hides those when you come by at first, not wanting to look more like a weirdo than he already does)

[cloudluvrrr]

Past.

a/n: YALL WANTED THIS BAD OMG so pt 2 to my before fic, basically it goes a little further back and a lot more in detail after his planet blew up :3. This one’s long! But Tysm :)

Past boothill x reader ft some headcannons. (Gender neutral w some fem indication later on)

forwards reckon rebound

--

-Boothill was a sweet kid, a little dumb at times but he always gave his effort. Always curious and helping out on his families farm, helping his dads with his siblings as hes the 3rd oldest .

-He never gave much trouble as a kid, always listening other than sleeping in more or sleeping on hay sometimes.

-his family wasn't made of money, but he always had everything he needed or want.

-Growing up with the idea girls had cooties...as he eats crayons.

-he learns guitar as he got one for christmas, he goes to the local church to learn how to play it. He'd bring his scuffed up cd player to show the teacher the songs he wanted to learn.

-His parents take him out every weekend, teaching him how to hunt, ride a horse or how to shoot a gun.

-he has a habit of looking off into the distance. Wide eyes as he looked off into the sunset wondering what was beyond his small family and tribe.

-He loves stories, often reading picture books at the library or getting one of his parents too read it to him before bed. As well as sneaking into his dads room to watch his shows, his favorite being of an outlaw.

-His family went to church once in awhile, but always went during christmas. Boothill hated dressing up, but he loved the songs. When he learned guitar would join as well, playing christmas songs.

-Everyone in town knew him, he was always making a name for himself.

--

-You'd show up in his life while he was in school, messily drawing on his math paper (instead of doing it) with his tongue out as the teacher announced a new student. As you were a new student in 3th grade, boothill being boothill would introduce himself as the class sheriff to impress you.

"I'm Boothill, the class sheriff! I keep everyone in line, and make sure they all do what they're supposed too!" he said in a confident tone puffing out his chest.

-Thats where it all began.

--

-the teacher put you beside him which made him often pout and utter that you had cooties, while he didn’t do his work.

-he often ‘patrolled’ during recess but in reality no one wanted to play with him. (Since he had two dads and he looked nothing like them) they didn’t like how different he was from them. So he decided to give you a shot, since you also only sat on the swing set.

‘Hey..’ he said with a slight frown ‘..I’m not busy today patrollin’ wanna play’ he asked looking away with a small dust of pink on his cheeks

‘..sure, you can push me’ you said perking up

—

-after that you’d always sit on the swing set together, as he’s talk about anything and everything. How he didn’t like waking up early, how his youngest sibling kicked him in the shin, his horse, how Nick complimented his shooting. He loved talking about his family

‘..maybe you should come over.. you’d like the meatloaf my daddy makes’ he said kicking his feet against the dirt ‘if you want too.. it’s a big White House with a barn ‘bout 10 minutes from town’

‘I’ll ask about it, I’d like to see your animals. All we have right now is chickens, and they get annoying’

You went to his farm, his family was happy he'd made a friend. That was the first of many visits!

--

-You two soon became inseparable as you grew older and closer, everyone in town knew when one was around the other probably was too.

-Always going to school festivals together, shopping, staying out at night, laying in fields at night looking at the constellations, coming home wet from splashing each other with water.

-It was a romance from the novels you read, the only part left was the confession. You often thought about it, 'maybe this week..' you'd think as another day went by and he hadn't confessed.

-Until that faithful day

-The sun was setting, it was a day like any other. He seemed a bit on edge but it was normal.

-

He was sitting up, his chin resting on his shoulder as he stared out at the cornfield near his house mindlessly. The sky a peachy tint as you laid on his sheets, looking up at him admiring his long hair and jawline. '...I like you" he said softly his gaze never leaving the window.

'really?' you couldn't believe it, finally it happened. 'I like you too, ya know' you replied still admiring his figure. His gaze meets yours and eventually his lips. The same lips that introduced himself in the past, chapped yet soft.

You'd never felt more in love.

-

-the next few weeks didn't change much, kisses here and there and he'd get more touchy. But he also spoke more about the future, how he wanted to either build or fix a older house. He wanted a small family, a farm and barn animals.

'I'd like to fix up that house at the end of town" he said leaning against the barn door looking off into the distance once more, as you looked over his barn cats kittens. 'You think you could?' you add standing up and leaning in front of him

'Yeah, make it all nice and pretty for you' and smile wrapping a hand around your waist. 'A pretty kitchen, cozy livin' room, big room..' he said with a small giggle kissing your nose.

'it'd be a dream baby'

-Soon after he told you he was dropping out of school, he was 17 and decided he didn’t need to further his education. And just help out his dads on the farm, while he scrapped together some money. You were mad, but understood he had a different path and mind than yours. Even if you tried arguing with him that he only needed 2 more years to graduate, he’d blow it off and just go fix his truck.

-but while you were at school getting educated (weirdo) he eventually fixed up the old house at the end of town he always spoke about. He’d also made a small ring, with a single stone on it. He could afford a real promise ring, but he thought this one was more special. Even carving their initials on it.

-one day when you both were old enough, and you were out of school be finally brought you to the home. And promising to stay by your side.

‘Your lyin’ you said looking at the delicate ring

‘..no? I want you to be by my side, while I save up for your weddin’ ring’ he said softly slipping it onto your finger.

‘Cause your my past present and future’ he said pressing pecks all over your face.

-soon you both lived together, slowly building your life on the farm, getting chickens, moving his horse from his family’s farm to your forever home. It was a dream all over again

-it was mundane, you would tend or the animals and boothill would fix things and do the heavy work or sometimes you’d do the heavy lifting and when he’d leave for a few days. At the end of the night you’d lay in bed together. You wouldn’t have it another way.

-when there wasn’t work done he’d sit out under a tree playing his guitar, watching you put his shirts on the clothes line. As he hummed and played love songs.

He’d sneak up on you snatching you into his arms and tackling you into the grass. As he admired your laughing face.

-19 was when he found the baby girl in the cold, lost in thought. When he heard the cry, and your lives changed once more. Now a family of 3.

-it was hard, you didn’t make much money. But his family had hand me downs, boothills old crib and toys. You’d sew her dresses, boothill would attempt at making hats and mittens for her as well.

They were always too big, and he’d say she’d grow into them while the girl sucked on the fluffy oversized mitten in his arms. Looking up at him with wide eyes, he wasn’t even 20 and he felt fulfilled.

-when she was a little older and starting to crawl around and walk a little, he carved her a small cherry wood guitar.

She couldn’t play it, but when he had his out he gave her the small guitar so she could ‘play’ along side him.

-he loved the days where he’d sit outside and the little one was waddling around picking up dandelions and handing them to him

‘Oh for me? Their so pretty darlin’’ he smiled softly ruffling the girls hair and letting her waddle around more as she babbled to herself.

-sometimes he’d think of leaving but

-it was all perfect, a house he’d fixed, a barn with animals, his perfect lover, a daughter, all he needed was to make it official. An engagement ring.

-he was saving for months, finally he had the money to buy the one you were eyeing at the store.

‘I’m going to the market’ he announced putting the bills in his wallet.

‘Can’t I join? I got a bad feelin’ Boothill, them ipc people don’t like the town’ you said.

He hesitated ‘it’s just my usual errand nothing special’ he replied kissing you. ‘I’ll be back take care of her for me’ he smiled kissing the girls cheek.

—

Only to return to ashes, he’d heard two workers joke about this very tragedy. He thought nothing of it. Not till he heard the explosions, and saw the flames. He couldn’t bring himself to go inside, he can’t imagine what it was like.

He couldn’t bring himself to tears, those twenty years he’d spend building his life with you gone.

The ashes of your once blue home, the farm on fire. He couldn’t bring himself to search for your bodies, he barely made it to find your family pictures.

He didn’t sleep, for 3 days and then he slept for 3 days straight. Before leaving behind two crosses over the sight.

And he finally left the planet, he spent a few months searching before he found a doctor that could help him.

He decided he needed to end his life, to kill his current self. Leave his past, and that’s exactly what he did. His mechanic fixed him.

All he remembers is the taste of metallic in his mouth and seeing his heart removed, as he died.

His rebirth into Boothill

—

Basically a yap session and excuse to talk ab him again after the 2.6 story line :P might add or not

Hope you enjoyed 😣

tags :3

@jassy-ine @shuzoku @sneakylilbartender @kita-01 @edxo @blueangelstone

[brain-amoeba]

i was sent this ask:

"Hello, you! can there be a headcannon where, (Scout, Sniper, demo, and my favorite Texan, engi) hugging S/o and the merc is like: “Oh no I’m in love with them” as their face is all red? And, S/o is sorta worried about them and asking “you good?” this scenario has been itching my brain for a few days lol

Anon jilly🦭🌺"

and i believe you may have forgotten to turn anon on when submitting the ask, so i still saw your url. out of respect for your anonymity, i will answer here instead of from the inbox, so hopefully it still finds you well! also i hope you don't mind i do a mini scenario for these as opposed to HCs, just to give yall a little more content :3

Mercs Getting a Big Ole Hug

Scout

-You two always had a strong bond, and a dynamic like childhood friends. It was always fun and games with Scout, and when the time came, he knew how to comfort you and be there for you albeit in his own clumsy and Scout-y way.

-It wasn't until he noticed the way the other Mercs looked at you did he start to see you as more than just a friend--he now became acutely aware of how soft your skin felt when it brushed up against his, the way your hair perfectly framed your face, every small detail about you, and he couldn't believe he never noticed any of this before.

-It was your day off, and as usual, you spent it with Scout. The two of you tired yourselves out playing catch outside, as well as other fun roughhousing typical of your other pastimes. While running for the ball, you tripped and fell forward, but Scout was quick enough to catch you, and held you in a tight embrace. You instinctively wrap your arms around his torso and bury your head in his chest. He maintains his grip on you, but his face is as red as his uniform--all of a sudden the outside air feels cramped and he's getting clammy. It was like getting hit with his own Atomizer: all the times he's admired every little thing about you coming together all at once to beat him over the head with the realization that he was in love with you.

-You finally let him go, looking up at him and yelping a bit in surprise. "Scout?! What happened to you? Should we go see Medic?!" You ask frantically, concern showing on your scrunched features as you took in Scout's seemingly-ill state. "N-Nah, I'm okay, really! More than that, actually...I feel amazin'." He gazed at you with a softness you hadn't yet seen before, but it sparked a warmth in your heart and your tummy that you didn't oppose.

Sniper

-Sniper wasn't exactly one for PDA, let alone physical touch. Just didn't tickle his fancy. But you, something about you gave Sniper the desire, for the first time in ages, to hold, touch, and generally be around someone of his own volition. But for some reason, he just couldn't find it in himself to act on those desires. Whether it be his own deeply-instilled professionalism or cowardice, he couldn't tell. Whatever it was, all he knew was him being afraid of scaring you off. So he did nothing. The minimal interactions with you now would suffice, and his imagination could do the rest.

-You weren't exactly having the best day. Just yesterday, you scuffed a one-on-one encounter with an enemy merc that cost your team the mission, and today's target practice was not kind to you either. You found yourself alone on the range, tears of frustration pooling in your [color] eyes as you trudged along to set up the target dummy Sniper once again. Overwhelmed by frustration, you found yourself hugging the Sniper dummy for even the slightest sense of comfort, dropping your rifle to the dust below with a thud. The real Sniper, who had volunteered to check on you, heard the sound of your rifle hitting the ground as he left the base. The impact immediately spiked his adrenaline and caused the worst thoughts to run through his mind. He quickened his pace, almost falling over in place once he beheld the scene. Sniper couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings watching you embrace the dummy of him. A warm flush crept its way to his rugged features as he realized the depth of his feelings for you way-exceeded his expectations.

-It's now or never, he thought to himself, finally finding the courage to approach you. He put a large gloved hand on your shoulder, eliciting a fearful shriek from you. Your face reddened with embarrassment, stammering as you tried to come up with a good excuse for your behavior. Wordlessly, Sniper wrapped you up in a tight embrace which immediately soothed your worries. "Shhh. It's alright, roo. Don't cry, now." He spoke just above a whisper, and despite being there to comfort you, he himself was trembling with anxiety at what he's just done. When you finally gathered yourself and parted from the Aussie's embrace, your eyes widened. "Sniper! What's gotten into you?!" He looked down at you with a slight smile, as if it would conceal the way his heart pounded in his chest.

"You have, sheila."

Demoman

-He wasn't always drunk! Okay, maybe he was, but that didn't mean he was always unaware. He was especially aware of a certain little merc who always took him to bed, always got him water, and always made sure to wish him a goodnight, even when the rest left him to drink himself to oblivion. He thought of you very fondly, like a close friend more than just a colleague. You were the first of the bunch to ever show a genuine compassion for him and actually attempt to care for him even in his drunken state (and he knew that was no easy feat).

-It was another night like always, the rest of the team off taking care of their own business while Demo had some precious one-on-one time with his scrumpy, this time accompanied by you! And you were actually drinking with him! It was the weekend, after all, and you decided what the hell, why not, and let your hair down a little. While not nearly as intoxicated as your Scottish companion, you definitely felt the buzzy warmth of drunkenness sneaking up on you. You felt more bubbly, confident, and silly. You gazed upon Demo fondly as he slurred through stories of missions, both failures and successes.

-Right as he was getting to the story's climax, he raised his arms above his head for dramatic affect, and you impulsively leapt into them. "Awwe Tavichhh, I wuv when you tell stowiesss" you mumbled into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his torso as if he'd leave you any second. The sudden show of affection almost sobered Demo up a bit, but he quickly dropped his arms and returned your embrace. In his drunken state, the warmth of your body against his felt like fire, and he couldn't help but notice the way you fit perfectly into him. Demo soon grabbed your shoulders, moving you back to meet his gaze. The sudden serious look on his face sent a shiver down your spine. "D-demo! What's the matter?!" He took in your flushed face as if he were looking upon the Mona Lisa herself before finally speaking, "Oh it's nothin, lass. I just enjoy lookin' at ye."

Engineer

-You were lucky enough to get some time off when you were informed this go-round of contracts did not include you. To your surprise, they didn't include Engie, either. You discovered this when you bolted for the workshop in a panic as you realized your prized headphones were destroyed! You were about to go on a walk before fishing them from your backpack and soon met with the disappointment of your prized possession in tatters--wires frayed, and hanging down almost mockingly.

-As you busted through the double doors of Engineer's workshop, he jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his wrench. "Well howdy to yourself too, darlin'!" He regained his bearings and approached you with a chuckle. "What's got you in such a tizzy, hm?" You simply raised the broken pair of headphones up*, looking at him like a lost puppy. "M-my headphones are destroyeeeddd!" You whined. Engie, behind his goggles, looked at you with a twinge of pain in his eyes just from hearing how distraught you were. Though he was empathetic to your "loss", he couldn't help but admire how adorable you sounded when you whimpered, and got a bit of an ego-boost from how you immediately came to him for aid. Engie took the headphones from you, inspecting them closely as he set them down on a nearby workbench. "Y'know, dear, these might not be a lost cause...let's see what some good ole fashioned Texan ingenuity can do!" He assured you with a sly smile.

-You fidgeted nervously as you watched over his shoulder while he tinkered away on your poor headphones. "Can I get you somethin' to drink darlin'? Maybe some water?" Engineer didn't take his eyes off the headphones as he spoke, currently re-twisting and wrapping wires before getting to work on the broken frame of the device. "I'm okay, thank you, Engie..." Truthfully, you were just too nervous to take your eyes off of the headphones while Engineer repaired them. Of course, you trusted his skillful hand, but with them being such a meaningful item to you, you couldn't help but hover over his shoulder and watch. Suddenly, Engie spoke up again, this time with a command-- "Close your eyes, dear." Nervously, you did as you were told. Engineer turned to face you, gently placing the repaired headphones on your head. Your eyes shot open and hands immediately went up to feel the newly repaired device now muffling your hearing.

-Without a second thought, you pulled Engie into a tight embrace. "Engie, you're the best!! Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, nuzzling his chest a bit as the two of you embraced. His large gloved hand gently caressed your back, giving it a slight pat in response to your praise. While Engineer typically maintained a relaxed exterior, internally, he was practically melting. A proper southern gentleman such as himself couldn't be indecent in the presence of a lady, but the fog on his goggles and pink in his cheeks said otherwise. You pulled away, removing the headphones. You went to inspect them further, but the sight before you stopped you dead in your tracks. "Engie?! You feeling alright??" He looked like he was about to pass out--and he felt like it, too.

-Engineer simply nodded, placing his ivory-colored cowboy hat on your head in response.

*this is exactly what i envisioned for this scene btw

[snowypichu]

little bit of mundane/slice of life zestmilla headcannons because i'm soft for them

Carmilla doesn’t really like tea. She much prefers black coffee. Since she knows it’s Zestial’s favorite she drinks it when they are together, but only if it’s full of milk and sugar to mask the taste.

Carmilla loves to wind down in a bath filled with fresh lavender. When Zestial finds this out, he begins to grow lavender in his private garden to give to her. It takes him six months to find success, but now he delivers a glass vial of fresh lavender to her every two weeks.

Carmilla is the one that patched up Zestial’s hat. She would always tease him about how old and scuffed it was until a hole was ripped in it, and he still refused to take it off. She immediately takes it and finds the first scrap of fabric she can in order to mend it. She never properly learned how to hand sew, and she pokes herself with the needle multiple times, but she is rather pleased with how it turns out. Now she loves that he wears it all the time.

Zestial’s favorite pastime is reading a good book. Something that he used to do alone, but since Carmilla entered his life that has changed significantly. Now they sit together with Carmilla curled up to him and her head on his shoulder. Most of the time she is on her phone answering emails or looking at business reports, but sometimes she reads along with him. She reads much slower than him, so he always has to wait for her consent to turn the page. Because of this he would rather read aloud to her, but she claims his voice will just lull her to sleep.

Zestial falls first but Carmilla falls harder. (Literally argue with the wall on this one 🥱)

anyways i love them so much and i love fluff so you get this, might or might not include these in my fic at some point

[mstormcloud]

SONIC OC!!! And Espilver fankid hehe!! People on insta helped me name her Mirai and she’s a marten! (She/her, though Espio and silver use “they” until they learn her preferred pronouns)

(The formatting on the comic part is a little scuffed it reads top left, bottom left, top center, bottom center, top right, bottom right. Sorry about that whoops)

Under the cut I’m gonna give her full lore dump which includes my headcanon on how Silvers time travel works but trust me you don’t need to read it all.

The TLDR is that Silver found her in a ruined future and in exchange for allowing her to exist outside timelines much like himself she now has time-bending powers (kinda!) She can adjust the time of any object (for example turning water into steam by sending it to its future where it evaporates.)

Ok so let’s start with Silvers time travel cuz it is actually relevant. The way I headcannon it working kinda combines all the ways we’ve seen it in canon.

I’m not gonna address 06 cause it didn’t happen in this timeline and also the method of time travel is similar to the own used in Rivals 1: using the power of the master or chaos emeralds.

So first off I headcanon that Silver being sent back to the past in rivals 1 was actually somewhat of an accident. He was on Onyx island when it was sent back. And then between Eggman Nega admitting he used the master emerald and (I have a rivals rewrite when this happens but that’s a post for another day oops) Shadow teaching Silver about the Chaos emeralds and how to harness their energy - Silver realizes he can use this power himself to send himself back in time Again but this time to stop the Ifirit from ever growing strong and therefore saving his future.

Doing this caused two things: one, now Silver himself was a living paradox where he both exists but can’t exist at once, and two: the timestones became aware of his determination to protect the world throughout all of time. The timestones then blessed Silver with the ability to exist outside the timelines and now he’s the only Silver throughout all time, but in return he now has the duty to Always save the future from destruction. The portals that appear to being Silver to the past or future when he’s needed is created by the timestones.

Now, to Mirai. Silver found Mirai in one of many ruined futures he had been called to prevent, and despite knowing that bringing anyone from the future back to the past could inadvertently cause a paradox (like he himself almost did) he knew he couldn’t just leave the child alone in a ruined future. They’d die. So he brings the child to the timestones and begs them to allow Mirai to be capable of existing outside time similar to himself so he could bring her home and she could live safely. The timestones really like Silver so they agree but also make it clear this cannot happen again.

When the time stones bless Mirai they also give her the ability to control the time of objects. She can turn water into steam, re-form broken relics, manipulates clay where she can create different weapons by sending the clay into alternate “futures” - one as a sword, one as a scythe, etc.

While this power can be very useful it’s also somewhat unreliable, so she also had Espio train her in Ninjitsu and with certain weapons.

I’m undecided on if I want her connection to the timestones mean that like Silver she has to go through the portals when they open. I think it would be interesting but idk if I can handle that level of angst oops

If you read this all thank you!!

[graylinesspam]

Because i just reblogged a similar post making up Clone slang, and it got me so excited I can't sleep, I'm gonna catalogue the slang I already use and maybe add more later.

Some of these I got from studying legends novels/guides.

Dirtside- referring to being deployed on a planet.

scuffed- referring to a younger clone that isn't shiny but isn't experienced either.

The robes- The jedi council

Off gassing- taking a piss. (A reference to a headcannon of mine that gas canisters for blasters have to be completely emptied before being disposed of).

past the perimeter- also reference to pissing or otherwise taking part in solo activities with ones pants down. ie "where's ___?" "He's past the perimeter"

"Star eyed/ seeing the sun"- referring to the transition period in which a shiny first makes it off of Kamino and is fascinated with the outside world. think Omega stopping to feel the dirt.

Rotated- gone to bunk/cot to sleep. usually meaning got off duty.

"Seeing lights"- depending on the situation either seeing an enemy or seeing a Jedi. Referring to clones keeping a look out for one another during stealthy moments, either stealthing around enemies or otherwise breaking rules their Jedi wouldn't approve of. lights referring to droid eyes or lightsabers.

Reds- used to be meds, short for medics. in reference to the red medic symbol.

Smokes/sticks/puffs- the clones have access to both relaxing and energizing smoke able substances. like cigarettes but some are caffeine laced.

Hung up- put on medical hold. unable to fight due to injury.

Cooked- burned by proximity shots or getting too close to a grenade. But minor burns. no need to be hung up.

Stamped- released from medical hold. OR finished with advanced training such as ARC training.

any reference to a helmet or visor being tilted/fogged/on backwards- you're a bad shot.

Green- a shiny who isn't just inexperienced but also overly eager/ by the book. Referencing the green training armor. Dogma was green.

WFE- Waiting for evac, can either literally mean waiting for a gunship, or it can mean killing time at the end of a mission before it's time for their scheduled evac. Can be used as code for hitting up a bar or otherwise wandering in civilian territory occupying themselves.

[tblsomedoodles]

Yknow I really like the idea of Raph just... scuffing his brothers and jsut laying on top of them when they refuse to sleep, sorta like how a mama cat does. He just... grabs Leo or Donnie and lays on top like he's a weighted blanket. Can you doodle soemthing like that?

Lol yes! One of my silly headcannons is that the best way to get Leo to sleep is just to hold him still for at least five minutes. (Donnie gets similar treatment but has to be separated from his technology first. and wrapped in a blanket because soft. lol)

Even funnier, i wrote a very similar scene in my Family Web fic where Leo didn't want to sleep so Raph (and Mikey) pinned him down for several minutes and he was out cold.

Thank you!

[starandcloud]

Y/N pairings that give off "I'm the master mind, they're my apprentice" and "You're only still breathing cause I made a promise"

42!Miles x Y/N.

This one seems really obvious right?

Remember 42! Miles is a vigilante. He doesn't spill blood, so he'd probably think his partner wouldn't either. But I can 100% see Y/N spilling some blood cause some thug left one to many wounds on Miles.

Y/N kicks ass on earth 42

1610!Miles X Y/N

Classic case of "Golden Retriever Boyfriend" and "Black Cat Girlfriend" Y/N hasn't KILLED anybody but they've thought about it.

A lot.

That thought crosses their mind A LOT

Miguel O'Hara x Y/N.

This mf kills, we know this. We all know where this goes.

HOWEVER

I can see Miguel getting REALLY overwhelmed by something and just coming home in a pissy mood so Y/N gently coaxes why he's angry from him. Like if it was people at work, you bet they'd go in an raise absolute hell the next day

Hobie Brown X Y/N

It's interchangeable here TBH, both have "accidentally" scuffed someone up or broken something on someone cause they talked to you or Hobie in a way the other one didn't like

Pavi x Y/N

Pavi is a ray of sunshine personified, a Golden Retriever if you will

Y/N? Yeah more of a storm cloud or black cat.

Pavi got tormented in Middle School so Y/N DEFINITELY broke some noses and scuffed people up

Pavi getting tormented isn't canon (I don't think) just a Headcannon of mine

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Y/N

Again, interchangeable here. With both you and Simon being in the military, you both know how to make someone go MIA quickly

[armandgender]

I am trans dean content starved, so please gimme a little crumb, a little something something, a measly little headcannon (or 30), a rant, anything, I beg of you 🙏 I am on this hellsite only for trans dean Winchester content and I just know you know what's up fr

okay sorry this took SO long to respond to but nothing was coming to me. anyway here’s 822 words of a trans dean s12 rewrite where Mary comes back and they both have to cope with how much everything has changed

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When he spots her, shrouded in that nightgown, long hair as golden as he remembers, he assumes that Amara lied—that her gift for him was to die, and to go to heaven.

That wouldn’t be a bad gift, actually. To finally rest.

But this doesn’t feel like paradise. There’s still an ache in his knees and his upper back, and he’s almost choking on the sticky summer heat.

He takes a few steps, hands flexing, cautious. “Mom?”

Mary rises from her seat and fixes him with a look that lands somewhere between fear and confusion.

When she doesn’t say anything, Dean struggles to fill the silence himself. “Are you.. really���” he struggles to find the words, heart hammering in his throat “…real?” One hand extends towards her shoulder, shaky. It might just pass through.

But before he can make contact, she whips both hands across to grab his arm, hooks her foot around his leg, and slams him face down into the grass. She plants a foot against his neck to hold him there, surprisingly strong.

Yeah, she’s real.

“Where am I?” She demands, the smallest waver in her voice giving away her fear. “Who are you?”

This is gonna be a hard one to explain. “Ah���“ he grunts as she presses her heel harder against his neck. “I’m your son.”

“…Sam?” She starts to ease up.

Oops. “The other one.”

The air hums with cicadas. Dean is suddenly grateful for the fact that he’s facedown in the dirt, because he hasn’t had to acknowledge this truth about himself with anyone in a long, long time, and his face feels traitorously red.

“Deanna?” He tries, the name feeling ancient and foreign, like something he’d read out of one of the old lore tomes back in the bunker.

“No… my Deanna is four years old, and…”

Dean shifts beneath her, taking in a shaky breath. “A girl? Yeah. Didn’t stick,” he jokes.

She tightens her grip painfully.

“Ah— mom. I was four years old when you died,” he reminds her, shaky.

In a flash her grip is gone, feet scuffing in the grass as she stumbles back. Dean rises, palms out to catch the next attack—but Mary is bracing herself on the bench, bent over at the waist like she might throw up.

Believe it or not, Dean knows the feeling. The human brain doesn’t really want to remember its own death, and it hurts like a bitch when it all comes racing back in. He keeps his distance, trying to remember how Mary sees him—imposing and unfamiliar. A stranger.

That’s what he sees reflected in her eyes when she finally looks at him again.

“Listen, I know it sounds insane. I know,” he starts, but trails off, losing his pace. That’s his mom. Not a ghost. Not a memory. She’s real.

“How long have I been gone?” She asks, finally getting her balance back.

“Thirty-three years.” Longer than she was ever alive. Long enough that Dean has all but erased any trace of the child she remembers. “And you’re…” she looks him over again, seemingly at a loss for words.

“Dean,” he supplies. He tries to take it as a compliment when she looks skeptical. It would be hard to imagine him as a four year old girl, looking at him now. He’ll give her that.

“Listen, I… I know you, okay? You met John Winchester in 1972. Didn’t like him much at first but he grew on you, and the two of you got married in Reno in 1975. Your idea.” He huffs out a laugh, trying to ignore the anxiety building in his gut. “Your favorite song is Hey Jude. We used to dance to it in the kitchen. I tried to cheer you up by putting it on when dad walked out on us for a few days.”

Mary’s gaze softens. Dean searches her eyes, dying for an ounce of recognition. Love, even. Would she still love him?

She takes a few steps closer, stretching out a hand to rest against his chest, over his heart. Like she’s making sure he’s real. “Dean,” she repeats, trying the name on for size.

“Hi, mom.” Nice to meet you.

They teeter on the edge for a moment. Dean is ready to turn away. To hide his face when she rejects him.

Instead she takes a step forward and wraps her arms around him, warm and tight and god, she even smells the same. It’s a scent that doesn’t quite have a name. Just the scent of home, and of safety. Somewhere under his thickened skin, there’s just a four year old kid hanging onto his mother, burying his face in the soft fabric of her nightgown.

They linger there. It’s Mary who pulls away first. Dean turns to look towards the road, desperately trying to blink away tears. “We should, uh… everyone thinks I’m dead. We should get going.”

[dearmailman]

Hello there!👋

I was wondering if you could do anything (fanfic or headcannon don’t mind) where Frank frankly takes care of a regressed villain reader?

(By villain I mean like Robbie rotten lazy town, pulling pranks,petty theft etc.) if not that’s ok

Please and thank you!

Hello little villain!

I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but it ended up like one of the episodes where Robbie was forced to realize that, just maybe, he does consider Sportacus a friend. Frank and Reader used to not get along, but one sleepover can change a lot.

It’s been a usual day of chaos and crime. You’ve spent most of the day on a lemonade stand scheme in which the lemonade they paid for is actually orange juice and grass clippings with dye - no one actually drank it, but watching their faces turn from friendly to grossed out, forcing themselves to be polite about it- Oh wow was it funny. And Howdy getting mad at you for setting up right outside the store was a hoot!

Your house is less of a house and more of a door in the side of a hollow cliff just at the edge of the trees. Your secret lair, if you will. But it’s already pink and orange in the sky above. You stare at the sky, biting your lip nervously. It’s going to get dark before you can get there. You pick up the pace, shoes scuffing on the dirt path.

Surely you can make it. It’s not too far. Your eyes widen as the fist few stars begin winking at you. You’re only at Barnaby’s?! How!? You start running, looking up at the sky. It’s almost night time. It’s almost fully dark.

“Hey!” Someone yells at you and you trip over your feet slightly, skidding to a stop. Frank is hesitantly stepping out of his door, tying his robe as he walks towards you.

“Reader, what are you doing? You know it’s not good to be out so late- Are you okay?”

When he asks, you register just how hard your heart is pounding, and just how close to tears you are. You don’t even respond to him, you just run past him and into his house. He exclaims, but doesn’t stop you, quickly shutting the door on the encroaching darkness.

You stare at each other, blinking.

“Well that’s just swell, now you’re stuck here,” he gripes. “I’m still mad from earlier by the way. You knew that acidic liquid ruins dirt, didn’t you?”

You smile shakily, still somewhat tearful, as you recall pouring orange-grass-juice on his flowers. “I don’t regret it!”

“Well maybe you should, considering you’re trapped here,” he says, crossing his arms at you.

Your smile wipes away. You hrumph at him and sit on his couch, also crossing your arms at him. “I thought you’d be a better neighbor than that, you know.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, as if to say ‘you’re one to talk,’ but then he shakes his head and tsks at you. “You can sleep on the couch, but I don’t know what else you do to get ready for bed.”

Your face lights up red and you glower at him as he grabs blankets from the linen closet, recalling your routine of bedtime stories on the radio while using your bottle and snuggling your favorite stuffie.

Your face drops. Wait, your stuffie. How are you going to sleep without him? Can you sleep without him? You stand up in panic, bumping into Frank as he was setting the blanket down.

“Gosh darn, what is it, Reader?” he sighs, frustrated. He stops, arms dropping from their crossed position. “Reader, are you okay?”

“Quiet,” you groan. You stare out at the darkness and sniffle, feeling yourself tear up even more. “Tonight’s so dumb! It’s so darn dumb! I was scared, the night almost got me, I’m stuck with the lousiest neighbor around, and- and I don’t have my bear!” You sink back onto the couch, hiding your eyes in your hands.

“Reader…”

“Don’t tease me.”

“Oh close the shades, I wasn’t going to. Unlike you, I’m not rude.” You stick your tongue out at him and he shimmies his head like he’s scolding you silently. “It’s fine, neighbor. Eddie likes bears too, he has some on our bed. I’m sure he won’t mind you borrowing someone.”

You groan at him, unsure how to explain what’s wrong. Your routine is getting to you, and as you start to feel sleepy you’re starting to feel small. “I need mine. My room, my stuff.”

“What do you need that we don’t have?” You make a face at him, and he throws his hands up, exasperated. “You can tell me, or you can not sleep.”

“I… I use a bottle, okay? I listen to a radio show that reads kid’s stories and use a bottle. You can tease me, I know you’re going to.”

Frank, frankly, looks less confused than you were expecting. “That’s all?” You nod, still waiting for the teasing. You tease him all the time, so surely he’s going to. “Reader, don’t be silly, that’s normal. Everyone has silly night time routines. Eddie drinks warm milk and listens to the radio before bed - how’s that any different?”

“Because Eddie stays grown up during it,” you gripe, rubbing your eyes.

“Neighbor,” he says. “Don’t feel bugged out, I can turn on the radio for you. I don’t have a bottle but-“

“Frank, you don’t have to-“

“I can get you a glass of milk and one of Eddie’s toys, and you can sleep. It’s alright, really.”

You feel like a jerk-and-a-half, embarrassed and going small in someone else’s home. You’re so evil to him, too, you don’t know why he’s willing to be so nice. You meet his eyes, still flushed, and only find concern and kindness there. Agh, why do all the neighbors have to be so nice!

“Fine, I- I’ll take the milk.”

Frank nods, smiling, and heads into the kitchen. You use the blankets and pillows he set out to make a little nest in the corner of the cushions and press yourself into it. He comes back in a moment with milk and a purple stuffed dragon.

“Here. It’s, um, Eddie’s least favorite.”

You snatch both of them, and he turns on the radio beside the couch. Only music plays, but it’s better than nothing. He seems pleased with your expression as it evens out into peace.

“Sleep well,” he says, and holds his arms out to hug you. He hesitates a moment and then does so. You feel very embarrassed but… you haven’t actually been hugged in a long time. You cling on a moment, and he lets you.

“Frank,” you start nervously as he separates. “ Can you- can you sleep down here?”

“Oh?”

“Like a sleepover,” you cover.

“Like friends?” he says with a slight teasing smile. You feel a pang of guilt, remembering all of the times you’ve been rude to him or pranked him. He’s being so nice though. And you don’t want to be alone after such a scare.

“Yes. Like friends I guess-“

He cuts you off by patting your head, snickering. “Like friends.”

He sets up a sleeping bag on the floor next to you, and the radio plays soft music as you cuddle up with a neighbor’s stuffie. You feel very, very small, and eventually you can’t respond as well to Frank’s conversation. He understands, and just chats to you one-sidedly until you’re both near asleep. It feels so natural, being relaxed around him. His cool confidence is very calming, like he doesn’t doubt how safe you are for a moment.

You feel oddly soothed, almost taken care of. You stare down at Frank, the lousiest neighbor around, and well- Maybe friends aren’t so bad. Just for tonight. Just until tomorrow.

Eddie wakes you two up with breakfast cooking, confused by you being there but not upset. Frank actually makes you another glass of milk, and smiles at you. Like it’s an insider secret between you two.

And if he invites you over for more sleepovers, it’ll still be an insider secret. If you still prank and tease him, Frank knows it's an act. If you two start spending more and more time together that’s no other neighbor’s business. If Frank offers to be your caretaker, after a few weeks, then he won’t make you admit to having friends. All that matters is Frank, you, a bedtime story and a borrowed stuffie, having the best time in the world.

sfw interaction only

[lord-rodentia]

Mmm, Meta Knights content... Vul is a bit scuffed but that's because I've never drawn old men with beards before.

Anyways, I'ma go be sick now because I put fucking milk into my coffee.

Oh yeah, you get small headcannon from me :)

Said small headcannon: Capt.Vul is like a grandfather to Meta Knight.

[ilovepants14]

Finnick Odair

currently scuffed but I'll fix it eventually

andvys master list

smut

asking permission

all i see is you

till morning comes

anything you want

call out my name

all i need

take it all

into it

cold tables

serene

familiar feeling

trident

survival instincts

saber tooth (pt 1)

fully charged (pt 2)

munch

x snow’s daughter

story

the drought of an ocean

devotion

quarter quell

sick

golden boy

so many universes

free at last

all he ever wanted

apple blossoms

were caught in the fire

undiscovered colours

come back for me (pt 1)

come back for me (pt 2)

headcannons

hard to get

male wife energy

nightmares/PTSD/panic attacks

friendships/relationships/jealousy

jealousy

clingy & protective

toxic relationship with gale

[eternallyqiqi]

"Oh, hello Traveller...are you hurt...? Qiqi...will help you..."

Qiqi is a small child from Bubu Pharnacy who helps out Baizhu. Her memory isn't that great, but she carries around a notebook with her to help with that.

Rules

-NO nsfw. Not even suggestive themes. Not a minor personally but qiqi (in my eyes) is a child. Get a grip on yourself.

-Don't be an asshole. We get it, you lost your 50/50 to qiqi, no need to find a random qiqi rp account to complain about it.

-LGBTphobic, Radfems, or otherwise (hateful of any protected group)will be blocked. OP is a trans man and gets misgendered enough and is tired of it.

-Give me at most 48 hours to respond to your ask, if I dont reply by then you can resend it. If your unsure then just ask me. I'm very busy xd

-Dont DM me unless we're mutuals on @barbatoskisser or @thewindstale. No offense, I just dont like being dmed by randos. Yes i will be checking if I dont remember.

-List your pronouns on your bio or in your first ask as an anon! This helps me, and any other potiential others, refer to you correctly. Wouldnt want any misgendering. Eh? XD

-^ above rule does not apply to you if your a character anon. (Ex: venti, i will refer to you with the pronouns your character has. If you headcannon otherwise or just dont like those pronouns, lmk! <3

-I can do descriptive roleplay AND simplified. I will automatically copy your roleplay style sent in your ask. If you want me to rp a specific way, lmk.("Hi my name is jeffrey." Jeffrey smiled politely. / I'm John, Jeffrey's brother *grumbles*)

-Will use american slang. Sorry, i dont know other slang. Any responses in a language are likely a bit scuffed because of google translate.

-Qiqi can be referred to with she/her, dw. XD if you refer to me, op, use he/him or they/them please~ ♡

Stuff about OP

Names Adin/River, a pleasure! I use he/him and they/them pronouns. I'm 18 and a senior in highschool. I also play the viola and have to keep my grades up, so I'm quite the busy human. If you wanna reach me, just go to @barbatoskisser! I'm (usually) active there from 2:00pm to 9:00pm EST on weekdays and 10am to 11pm on weekends. However sometimes you can catch me during classes chatting away with mutuals if I've finished early (which often happens.)

Anon List

-💬Mint - she/her

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Tag List

#bubu pharmacy - stuff about bubu pharmacy

#[your name here...] - stuff about you, or its an ask you sent in! Yay! Thia also includea me reblogginf and continuing a roleplay with another rp account.

#patients - asks (but generalized)

#ooc - something ooc happened, oh no :(

#intro - this post right here! Or add-ons to whats been posted here will be under this tag.

[furiousofpanda]

Salutations Stranger

》Oc Asks, Art shitpost and repost blog.

◇ Click to read more ◇ if it's your first time here!

About OP

PLEASE do not use feminine things to refer to me, I'm just not a feminine construct, sorry!

I don't have a set name or gender, see below

Autistic Gendersatyret Demisexual Enbian

Animation Arts and Visual Science Student, Art is my thing.

Memory issues, remind if I forgot something important

Think of this as a "Stew" blog. You'll get a bit of everything here including reposts from my art blog.

Sometimes i'll post my artwork, doodles, you can even ask about my ocs and stories and I'd love to talk about them. My art blog is @plantjester

TAGS

Commissions Here | Toyhou.se | Strawpage

#Freerealestate - Free to use art I've made

#Oc posting - Original character content

#SOAS - Oc story, Sonet of a Singularity

#Ask Posting - Answers to asks

Untagged or fandom tagged posts are shitposts or ideas related to thoes topics, take them lightheartedly

ASKS

Always open, I answer them when I have the time!

I'll do SFW topics/questions

No campaigns or advertisements, even if "vouched"

Headcannons, Ocs, I can write up little stories or scenarios if I'm familiar with the characters (I'm not the best of writers so it will be scuffed a bit)

I'll ignore asks I don't like or ones that go too far

I don't really write fanfiction but I can give a short story thing if asked

Requests for my Ocs are 100% ON THE TABLE AND ENCOURAGED. Will be slow in response depending on the answer since I'll be drawing the response

You can ask about me irl, I really don't mind!

I won't draw characters I'm not familiar with or other people's characters (except close friends or my hubby)

HOUSE RULES

Take everything I repost or say in a comedic manner unless it's a long text post.

Do not send campaigns through asks.

All art tagged under #freerealestate is free to be used without my permission, I'd prefer if you credited but I don't give a care as long as you aren't posing it as your own work or editing it.

Do not use any art that's not tagged as #freerealestate, that's just personal stuff.

This is my house. Criticizing my content offhandidly gets you blocked.

I love interacting and shitposting, if you say something funny in my ask box I'll draw a response back even if I want to.

No original species/Furry discussion on my page unless its a character from a game or show or etc. My comfort of this blog is to have a space away from furry subcommunity drama. Even if i somehow bring it up but don't bother asking about it.

I don't give a care and neither should you, I'm only here to have fun anyways.

[cryptid-catnip]

Masterlist

i'm so sorry for it being so scuffed, i'll clean it up soon lol Yan!Yuri C, E, and H https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/715983633622646784/yandereyuri-x-gnmcreader-alphabet-headcannons?source=share Yan!Natsuki x Shy!Reader https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/716653325036175360/heyy-there-would-i-possibly-be-able-to-request?source=share General Yan!Monika HCs https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/716891512507695104/hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-could-do-like-genral?source=share

Yan!Vriska A-R Headcannons https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717391358484250624/yanvriska-x-reader-alphabet-headcannons?source=share

Yan!Vriska S-Z Headcannons https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717407133112647680/yanvriska-x-reader-alphabet-headcannons-s?source=share

Yan!Kanaya A-M https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717751926391980032/is-it-okay-for-you-to-do-a-through-m-for-kanaya?source=share

Yan!Kanaya x Collared!Reader One-Shot https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717755206495027200/yankanaya-x-ngreader-collar-dont-you-dare?source=share

Yan!Karkat A-E https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717765246663671808/ill-ask-you-karkat-for-the-alphabet-thing-5-by-5?source=share

Yan!Karkat F-J https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717815577389989888/the-beginning-of-the-alphabet-for-karkat-was?source=share

Yan!Jade Harley HCs https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/717827614625185792/yanderejade-harley-headcannons?source=share

Yan!Karkat K-O https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/718219418457522176/k-to-o-for-karkat-please-3?source=share

Rose Lalonde A-E https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/718262180236214272/do-you-got-time-to-do-a-through-e-for-rose?source=share

Yan! Himiko Yumeno B, L, M, and U https://www.tumblr.com/cryptid-catnip/718947296004440064/yanderehimiko-yumeno-alphabet-headcannons-b-l?source=share

[teamtargaryenapologinist]

Drabbles

Sitting on His Lap

“…I had to make sure you were okay.”

“a kiss that isn't meant to happen but it does anyway”

accidentally confessing feelings

Headcannons

Fake Dating

One Shots

Nathan Bateman Buy Me This Challenge

Summary: The guy must get hundreds of notifications and DMs a day, he won’t see it. And even if he does, he’ll ignore it.

Part 2 - Nathan Bateman Wife Me Up Challenge

Rubber Ducky, You’re The One

Summary: The last time he got roped into one of these celebrity auctions, Nathan wound up spending six stupefying hours with a Kardashian, trying to explain why they couldn’t launch their own crypto, ‘K-Coin’, without plans for a public exchange. This? This is way more interesting, but just as mystifying.

That Algo is Fuckin’ Scuffed

Summary: It’s Nathan Bateman’s business card, with all of his contact information on it. But there’s a small hand-drawn → on the bottom. You flip it over and read:Thanks for the fix. Your rate seems reasonable. Looking for a job?     -NB

Part 2

Finicky

Summary: When you asked Nathan Bateman out on a date, you didn’t think he’d be such a finicky little fucker.

Series