#so many hc's in this

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

[wondersinwaynemanor]

imagine the brooding, intimidating Batman fighting criminals in the street when he hears this special ringtone in the comms and they're for specific people: his grandkids.

he has to hide in the shadows and goes Grandpa mode, clears his throat and coos lovingly to the comms to talk them.

Nightwing: Oh, he's cooing again.

Red Hood: Lian must have called and asked for more fruit loops.

or

Spoiler: B's doing that baby voice again, it's kinda creepy.

Red Robin: My baby must have dialed, he likes his grandpa's voice.

The rest of the batkids: WHAT BABY?????

Superboy: Our baby.

the batkids curse in different languages, confused and shocked.

***

when some of the rogues or criminals hear Batman in his Grandpa mode, they think he's gone soft.

nope. he's more determined, more restless, more protective, so he won't stop unless they're in Akrham or in jail.

but it's worth it when he comes home to little kids, who are excited to see him.

[choochooboss]

Kalosian Emmet ideas are very entertaining rn, keep them coming ahah!!

[danmeichael]

shout out to shen qingqiu for being the most controversial mxtx lead despite also being the only one who isn't a serial killer.

[mindie-arts]

Fuck it *ponifies your military men✨*

This might be my new obsession-

[buriedknight]

Lady Rellana of Castle Ensis

[kate-bot]

more dumb billford for u

[tuwam]

traces

@urianius

very rarely does the winter court offer time to breathe. there’s something about the air there, tense, like they’re always on the brink of something. like there’s something ready to snap, similar to the way the weight of icicles and snow can pile atop a branch for years or seconds before it gives. the winter court for all it’s beauty in snows and whites, is always shrouded in a quiet silence that leaves other son its edge. it’s why daniel had kept his distance, he doesn’t mind the cold but he minds always being on edge. he likes to relax these days, and he likes to be lax in how he approaches things.

as a captain he’d been quite the hard ass, not to the point of making it hard for his men to follow him but the respect he’d garnered came form his tactical ruthlessness and efficiency. he was still quite lax on any other day opting to kick back when they didn’t have practice sessions and ordering his men to take breaks on watch when they needed. but - still, like any other person in the winter court, he checks his back more than he’d like to admit.

so. for reasons that shouldn’t be hard for anyone to guess, his extended vacation to the spring court had been expected. he trusted those who led the winter guar din his stead and though daniel worries about how they get along with that pompous of a leader, he’s got faith in them and he’d rather his orders come from afar than from the siphoning hell the winter court has turned into. 

the autumn court, in all its occasional muddiness and fog, has a heaviness that’s allowed him peace of mind. they’re a proud race, the autumn fae, political to a fault, but they are peaceful, not as mischievous and wishy-washy as the summer and spring courts. they’ve allowed his presence for what he can teach their sentries and for his own diplomatic prowess. not to mention daniel has it rather good with the royal family here, having spent time making sure he made more friends than enemies during his king’s own tyrannical path. he’s here on diplomacy, but really this extended vacation became cemented when he realized much of the winter court would rather not venture out to find him, what with how strict the autumn court could be about their borders. 

there is some residual of the winter court found in the autumn court and that’s probably why he finds more peace of mind because it’s not home but it’s close enough. it’s not as big a scenery change and he doesn’t have to check every corner for a spy, the autumn fae now just scurry when they lock eyes with him, laughing, giggling rather than out of spite or mistrust. in the winter court, he would get the giggles, the fear, and a bit of mistrust from those he didn’t trust on his guard, those who followed his king too close and he worried he would have to expunge at his own hand. he grew tired of that.

it’s because of the peace of mind here, that daniel thinks he’s become quite soft. not because kihyun hasn’t stopped letting the comment slip each time they run into each other, but because he can feel it. because - despite knowing the presence of kihyun meant his peace was disrupted he acknowledges it was a form of peace. because he finds himself slipping into habits that would’ve never crossed his mind back home.

habits like - getting lost in a romance he’d have previously denied himself. not just him but - back home, with the positions he held and the positions of the one who held his heart, he wouldn’t have dared. and now he dares. peace makes him dare. he dares to sneak in moments like this - despite knowing ahyeon has come to rip him from his haven and into another conspiracy - he’s stealing her from her chaos for a second. 

he’s not sure how long they’ve rested here, the autumn court has quite a few groves full of branches and stumps covered in moss, little caves they like to carve into rotted trees and underbrush. it’s quite homey, sometimes covered with a morning dew that’s either a cold fog or a warm dew. today it’s warm, and daniel has taken it upon himself to drag ahyeon towards it under pretense of showing her something that will help win over the autumn court to their cause. they had that in the bag, once they sweet talked the summer court’s prince, the autumn court would follow them.

that is a situation for another day. right now, ahyeon isn’t fussing against him, she’s talking he’s sure but somehow it’s lulled into nonsese as they sit in one of the mossy groves. she’s going to notice that he isn’t listening much, probably call him out on it, threaten to leave, but daniel still feels the press of her wings against his chest and he knows that latter isn’t the closest option. ahyeon prefers keeping her wings low and tucked down, so when she’s allowed to rest them on someone who won’t mind the weight - she always chooses too. plus, a lot of autumn court clothes allow for a more comfortable material, so when they rest against his vest, he knows they’re cushioned and less of a burden. 

he never minds the weight.

‘you’re not listening are you?’

he laughs, something he’s found is quite easier in the autumn court. their jokes are a bit dry, dark even but it’s still easier to laugh and he quite likes it. he likes how ahyeon’s brows furrow the first time she hears it and then watches as they soften. here - he has more time to study the subtleties in her expression and if he won’t call her out on it, he’ll still do something about it. like hold her closer, try to kiss her.

“i’m listening.”

‘daniel.’ “your hair’s getting longer.”

she stops whatever she was going to say - but it’s probably because his hands are flitting through the strands. most winter court keep their hair long but because of her travels, he’s assumed she’s allowed it to grow out a bit more. he’s grown used to seeing past the fringes that stop at her shoulders and the wires that take up most of the space. now, because of the length, they’re getting caught and fed through the wires that make up most of her. as his hands find the wires he’s struck with a sense of familiarity. they’re cold to the touch, as most things from their court tend to be but daniel finds a strange calm whenever he touches them.

there’s some newer ones. 

“did the pattern change?” he asks without really expecting an answer. ‘what- what are you talking about.’ daniel snorts, she always finds a way to sound so defensive. but - that’s a very winter nature. daniel can always find the breaks, and shakes in her words that affirm why she even allows him to touch them. he’s sitting up among the moss, ahyeon shifting as well with the movement, and its so he can lean closer, press a kiss to her shoulder that she doesn’t shake off.

“this one right here, used to be shaped like a spiral.” he doesn’t need to point out which one, because he’s hands have been tracing that same spiral for years. it’s his favorite, because it looks like the shape of her eyes, though he’s sure he’s never told her that. the heaviness of the autumn dew almost makes him want to. he bites the words instead by keeping his lips to the cool wires that circle atop her shoulder blades. there are quite a few spirals on her back but the one in the middle is his favorite by far, it falls right where her wings meet and it would be dwarfed and hidden by them on almost every meeting. when he’d seen it - it was when they’d both stopped lying about the way they fell for one another, and well - more intimate circumstances had led to him discovering it.

‘what....what is it now?’

ahyeon’s voice is lower, strained and daniel tries to make sure she doesn’t feel his smile when he places another kiss to her shoulder. instead he sits back to get a look at it, fingers still tracing the lines that lead to it, being careful not to agitate her wings.

“can’t really tell.” ‘what do you mean?’

now she’s irritated, but maybe it’s more out of fear. daniel does know what the symbol is, it’s almost identical to the tattoo that wraps around his wrists and starts the slew of tattoos up his arms, but, ahyeon is stressed, they’ve got quite the mess of meetings today and he doesn’t want to burden her with that. not now. so he presses another kiss to the collection of jagged diamonds, the spiral still visible between it all, and feels her shiver between him.

‘daniel.’ she only uses his winter name, and winter fae language under specific circumstances. daniel smiles, feeling a bit wicked at his sole ability to get this reaction. instead his arms wrap around her, allowing enough space for her to fall back again as his chin hooks onto her shoulder.

“found the spiral.” ‘you’re insufferable.’ “you choose to suffer.”

she makes no comment but he can see the smile curve around her cheek.

‘we have to get back.’ “five more minutes.” ‘daniel...they’ll look for us.’ “just five ahyeon. i promise.” 

he’s being wicked again, using the same language and her own winter name to get her to fall pliant against him, with a sigh she makes sure he hears. they’ll hear it form kihyun, boy will they hear it. but he’ll put up with it for the way the warmth starts to settle around them.

[fl00mie]

headcanon generatorrr

and full :b

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[nkogneatho]

This is a PSA for all the writers who exclusively write only fluff and angst:

we love you. we still read your fics. no we don't care if it doesn't have smut in it. it is still valid and it is beautiful. thank you for existing. have a good day.

[haliaiii]

reading up on argenti’s lore

[i-eat-mold]

Teen skk this teen skk that. How about dazais deep depressive episodes where he didn’t brush his teeth or his hair or shower and after a few days of not seeing him around work chuuya would go to his container, grab him and wash him like a dog. Wet black cat. Dazai is just annoyed. Chuuya lets him sleep at his place during the bad parts of the episode “so he doesn’t skip work leaving all the paperwork for him” but really it’s because he doesn’t like thinking about dazai alone in that cold container. Even the most annoying person on earth should have more than a mattress and four metal walls, I guess. So chuuya has him stay over during those days. Is it such a hassle really to make a little more food when cooking dinner? Both of them have always had trouble sleeping so might as well spend the night together watching shitty sitcoms or talking shit about coworkers or setting up pranks for mori instead of looking at the ceiling all night. In this essay I will.

[tb-png]

catching up on some Zzz - 🧼🧢👻

there’s something so intimately cute and just adorably human about people squished together in a train napping

OKAY HC TIME HEHE:

- ghost has soft shoulders, soapgaz love it

- gaz has specific music if he wants to listen to something while he sleeps, soap can sleep to anything so they always share earbuds

- ghost listens to whatever shuffle puts on

- soap always takes up the most space + needs to cuddle SOMETHING

- ghost tries to stay awake & alert (book in hand, 1 earbud out) but he gets too cozy btwn them

- as the big strong boyfriend, ghost knows he should be looking out for them, he always gets this crushing anxiety about being unable to protect his team and his loved ones. With Soapgaz tho, he knows that his srgs are some of the most capable ppl, that can hold their own (and even protect him too) so when his eyes get heavy, for once in his life he feels comfortable just sleeping

[divinemach1ne]

was thinking a lot about optimus and bumblebee, especially the hc of bumblebee bein really young at the start of the war and optimus being there for him ... they are big comforts for me so i really wanna draw them a lot! so many hcs i need to get out.. a little look into my mind heres the flat colours cus i really like them :]

i wasnt going to shade this or give it a background originally but... i got ... carried away .. . .

[nouverx]

crawls in here

Humbly requests more of your human! Al bc I’m unapologetically obsessed with him👀….

GOOD because I am also obsessed with him

He's 29 Mimzy!! Run!!

[vita-divata]

Noatak running errands in civilian disguise I made for him <3