#the headcanons... i lob

[katanayume]

uhhuuhuhyuuuun i got some. lil edits of the sephirah i made last niiiight

js credit me if ure going to use this 👍

[spark-circuit]

working getting my captain ocs back in LobCorp so i can get proper transparent pngs of them for shitposts (Nine should be in Extraction) but!!!!! the squad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

bonus image:

*cheery Rema voice* "Just the two of us!~" *deadpan but still sincere Piper voice* "We can make it if we try.~"

[markerofthemidnight]

MALKUTH HEADCANONS I REQUIRE

The reason why she only refers to employees by their ID is because employees die so often in her department that she’s stopped bothering to learn their names. Anyways

I imagine she admires Chesed’s work ethic, but still doesn’t lead her department in the same way he does because she thinks, with how forgetful and clumsy she is, she’d probably never be able to just juggle so many different tasks like he does (especially when half of those tasks are supposed to be done by the employees…)

She did, however, tried to get herself hooked on coffee like him, thinking it would improve her performance, but eventually decided that it wasn’t for her (which, given Roland’s reaction to it in LoR, is probably less out of personal taste and more out of how Chesed brews coffee…)

However! Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and Malkuth doesn’t give in so easily! So instead, she settled for blue WellCheers cans, which actually did the job surprisingly well…

…until an incident where she suddenly went missing overnight after an employee failed to notice the can they were delivering to her was opened.

The employee was fired, Malkuth herself was replaced, and now giving WellCheers cans to her is one of Lob Corp’s many weirdly specific rules.

Another weirdly specific rule is ‘do not let Malkuth read Dream of a Black Swan’s profile’.

Elijah isn’t too uncommon a name, but I think we can all imagine how freaky it would be to read about such horrible things happening to someone who literally shares the same name as you.

On the whole, she doesn’t allow herself to get much free time. She’s always itching for something to do, and on the very rare occasion that she checks off everything she needs to do in her notebook… she’ll just find something worth her time!

Thus, you know the story of those random days in the company where she starts randomly storming in and out of various departments asking if she can be assistance with her typical cheery attitude, but a hint of desperation behind it.

Various employees have compared her to the Queen of Hatred when she gets like this.

[r3therat]

Okay, I believe I am the only person who has this opinion, but when I read the caraval series, I imagined Jacks with a ponytail. In my mind, he had slightly long hair and it was up in a ponytail for some reason. I soon realized my mind had failed me.

When I then read ouabh I just imagined him with shoulder-length hair, but apparently I'm still incorrect.

I NEED LONG HAIR JACKS

I need to draw long hair Jacks.

Yep.

I will eventually, just you wait.

[breakfastteatime]

Cal staggers aboard the Mantis looking… well, he doesn’t look good. Perhaps he tangled with Zeffo’s wildlife and came off worse. Greez stares at him, cataloguing injuries. Cal's hand is torn up, there’s blood seeping from his hairline, and what is with that massive black eye?

And speaking of his eyes…

“Are you high?” Greez’s voice comes out at least an octave higher than he intended, causing Cere to stick her head out of the cockpit.

“No!” Cal does not help his case by bursting out into laughter. “I wish I was.”

Cere steps out. “Cal? What happened?”

He turns to her, but his eyes don’t quite meet hers. Cere frowns. Greez has a bad feeling wailing in the back of his mind. Whatever Cal’s about to say, he knows it’s going to be very, very messy.

“Uh, so someone used a flash grenade on me.”

Greez grabs the table to hold himself up. “Someone from the Brood?”

Cal winces. “Yeah…”

So, this is Greez's fault. “Oh, kid, I am so sorry.”

Cal flaps a hand in his direction. “It’s not your fault, Greez, don’t worry about it.”

“But –”

Cere interrupts, and she sounds nearly as incredulous as Greez. “Cal, are you blind?”

“Blind?” Greez feels sick. The kid’s blind?

“Only temporarily,” Cal insists. “Although it is lasting longer this time. Weird.”

Weird? That’s all he has to say? It’s weird being blind? And then a new terrible thought dawns. “Wait, how did you get back here?” Greez demands.

Cal shrugs. “Used the Force. Kinda, y’know, sensed where stuff would be.”

BD-1 issues a squawk.

“And BD helped. A lot. I fell over a few times to begin with. Gonna have to replenish those stims, huh?”

BD-1 warbles.

"You used them all?" Greez asks. Because if he still had these injuries, what else had happened?

"I'm absolutely fine, Greez, seriously, don't worry."

"You're blind and bloody!" Greez groans. "This is not fine!"

Cere steps up close. Cal accepts her ministrations with all the grace he can muster. “Your pupils have dilated,” she says. “What can you actually see?”

“It’s all very white,” he says. “And I guess whenever I’m looking at something bright, it hurts.”

“Right,” Cere says with the tone of a woman on a mission. “Let’s get you somewhere dark. You need to give your eyes time to readjust. And we definitely need to clean you up.”

BD-1 beeps something and Greez decides to interpret it as ‘I told you so!’

Sighing dramatically, Cal allows himself to be dragged away. Greez goes too, because he’s not going to relax until he’s sure Cal’s not permanently injured. He’s Cere’s assistant, grabbing supplies as needed, including a lengthy washcloth for Cal to rest over his eyes.

“I could meditate with my eyes closed,” Cal suggests as he takes the cloth and obligingly places it over his closed eyes.

“Later,” Cere says. “I want to be sure there’s no permanent damage.”

“It’s my own fault,” Cal says as Cere wipes out the massive gash hiding under his hair. “The bounty hunter threw the flash grenade when I knocked them off the cliff and, like an idiot, I looked right at it.”

“So the bounty hunter landed a few blows?” Cere asks.

“Nah,” Cal says. “I fell a couple times trying to get back up a cliff.”

Greez hears himself moan. Because of course Cal climbed cliffs while blind. Why wouldn’t he? A normal person might sit down and have a perfectly understandable panic attack. Cal? He climbed. “And you definitely hadn't gone blind before this?” Greez asks. “You’re not hiding some terrible brain injury?”

“Nope, definitely the flash grenade,” Cal says. He doesn’t flinch when Cere applies bacta to his head and moves onto his injured hand. “Promise.”

“How?” Greez can’t get his head around this. “How did…”

“Like I said, the Force and BD helped,” Cal says.

BD-1 is very proud of himself.

“Explains why your hand’s missing a few layers of skin,” Cere comments.

Greez figures he’s better off not looking.

“Yeah, that stings,” Cal chuckles, the sound strained.

“You did well to get back here,” Cere says. “Using the Force for such an extended period would not have been easy.”

Cal gives a huge yawn to prove her point. “Yeah, never done that before,” he eventually admits.

It’s not a comfort at all to know a blind Cal was out there experimenting with his abilities. Why are Jedi like this? “You didn’t think to call for help?” Greez asks.

“Nah, it was fine.” Cal yawns again. “Totally had it under control.”

“That hand says otherwise,” Greez says, daring to take a look at the strips of skin hanging loose. Oof, bad idea. Very bad idea. That’s gonna haunt his dreams. He draws breath to continue.

Cere nudges him, a silent note to keep quiet.

“Tell me all about it later,” Cere says. "I know we train without our sight, but not quite like this."

Cal’s only response is a grunt. By the time Cere’s finished, he’s fully asleep. She asks Greez to dim the engine room's lights to further help Cal's eyes to readjust. They leave him under BD-1’s watchful gaze until, precisely one hour later, Cere goes to wake him. Greez stays in the galley, chewing on a thumb. Cere returns without Cal a little while later. She reaches over, gives Greez a pat on the shoulder. “It’s blurry, but his vision is returning. He’ll be fine. His eyes need longer to adjust. And he probably needs to sleep for a while yet, so leave him be.”

“Alright. So he's gonna be okay?”

"He'll be fine," Cere says, heading back to the cockpit. "And picked up a useful skill."

Giddy with relief, Greez bakes sorry-for-bringing-the-Brood-down-on-your-head-but-hey-you're-not-blind cookies, ready for when Cal wakes up.

[rottenomelet]

sun

-has two different handwriting: a neat cursive and a sloppier one. sloppy one is for children - big, bold words are easier to read and sometimes sun has to write down things for the children. neater handwriting is for signatures. (your friend! sun ☀️!)

-really good at distracting little kids or getting their attention (which is very difficult to do).

-in general: plays a lot of games, coloring, snack time, storytime. etc

-storytime is fun! sun reads books like dr.seus. he absolutely, 100% does all the silly voices. sometimes he reads a story in the beginning of the day and then incorporates it into a lesson (i.e. are you my mother and then making mothers day cards or smth)

-he’s slightly better with toddlers or small children then with babies. it is a little difficult to balance a baby in his arm as well as take proper care of the other little ones. not to mention that babies prefer quiet and sun often has to be loud to be properly heard. small children also take to games and game rules better

-sun absolutely loves fun but fun never comes above the rules for him. he is a caretaker first and friend second - it is never a difficult decision for him to put safety above a good time.

moon

-has very pretty cursive writing. no need to write things down for kids during naptime so he only has one, typically for signatures but its rare for kids to ask ((sweet dreams. moon 🌙))

-very small babies prefer him to sun because he’s quieter and its easier to sleep on the naptime attendant. and secretly he prefers them to small kids - much easier to put to sleep w/ a lot less complaining

-in general: bedtime stories, playing calm music, watching over the kids, making warm milk

-his favorite book for storytime is goodnight moon (ironically) but he also reads a lot of beatrix potter

-bedtime stories are different than storytime: the goal is to make kids drowsy, so moon doesn’t do voices (the most he does is an emphasis on certain words). reading hyper active books like dr.seus defeats the purpose.

-on days where sun had a more chill day planned out (macaroni art or making cards/ornaments), moon has to play some kind of intense game with the kids to tire them out (i.e. red light green light)

just some headcanons that i thought of today

[3lji]

I imagine that He Tian in his half-asleep-state couldn't tell if Mo was really touching him or if it's a dream. Once he's more awake he's like 'oh fuck oh fuck' because he's afraid to push Mo away again. But then Mo is blushing and not pulling away and he is like 'oh fuck oh fuck' all over again. Just for a different reason.

omg i love this because we totally were thinking along the same lines!!!! <3

i actually think that tian may have believed he was dreaming - i mean, what a surreal few days he's been having!?!?!??!?! and that's why he was kinda spaced out. however i do think what he said is totally our on brand he tian hahahaha. i do wonder though whether he thought this was a dream.

i reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy love that their relationship progressed so much so that this makes mo OUR MO and he scolds he tian, but also he isn't running away or anything like that! i really hope they cuddle up together (omg someone recently commented on how large he tian is on that bed like... OX can you stop catering to our kinks but also never stop actually pls ty) and we get more of those UTTERLY DOMESTIC images of them cuddling (mo with his hand in tian's jammy top, tian with his arm around mo.....)

i cannot believe i am alive in this timeline lmaoooo <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 i almost am afraid of the next chapter

[causeimcrayzeebee]

i feel called out

these are my results 😝😝

[hyperfixation-headcanons]

Ace Attorney Headcanon #4

Blackquill was considering moving out of the legal world and becoming a psychologist before UR-1 (not like a therapist or a psychiatrist but just studying and researching the way the brain works because he found it interesting and wanted to help advance the field)

After Metis died was when he started using his psychological knowledge to manipulate people in court.

[spark-circuit]

my Extraction Team Captain “9″ kept haunting my brain until i drew him. but also it’s past midnight so this is all he’s getting.

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

Durge should have disadvantage on history checks they don’t fucking know anything

[tunasama13]

Me for the last 5 months

(Also most of this stuff is my interpretation, if you don’t agree with it that’s totally fine!)

[paracosmicessence]

GSKDUGJDAUJAJFTYA RAAAAAAAAAAA WHY ARE YOU SO NICE AND SWEET

you really made me tear up tho like bro 🥹🥹

currently cat-coding them pretend this doesn’t look bad

[textmel8r]

[ SMAU ] 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍 ! in which the jujutsu kaisen men accidentally send you a nude of themselves .

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୨୧˚ cw; pre relationship, profanity, suggestiveness, mentions of drugs in toji’s

୨୧˚ an; CRAZY amount of requests for this so here u go!! dw i will eventually do a part 2 to this as well :P thank you for all the pre relationship ideas you guys have been leaving me i lob you sobs

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[tinydefector]

TINYYYYYYYYYY

Headcanon for human effect !!!!

Rodimus discovered how soft the ambassador is because once, they were in a meeting with UM and Megs about security protocols. Rodimus is bored a bit, so he tries to get the liaison's attention, in vain.

So he just... pokes them repeatedly in their side, because how else would he do that huh?

His digit dig a bit too much in their side, he can feel the warmth and the squishiness, and is surprise when they yelp and laugh.

"URGH!?- Rodimus! stop that it tickles hahaha!"

Oooooohh... ooh he has it baaaad... they just made the cutest noise he heard in a long time... he found their weak spot...

Megs and Mags just stare at him disappointed because the captain is unfocused and disturb the Ambassador.

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Warnings: post smut, getting walked in on.

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The sound of shuffling and slight movement in the room is what makes the ambassador,  bleary eyes cracking open slightly as they take the form of a blue mech in. "Mmm Traxies?" They call out softly looking up from where they lay against Ratchet's chassis. 

Ratchet's optics online fractionally to see Traxies frozen mid-stride, jaw hanging open in blatant surprise. Drift stirred awake as well, arching a brow plate at youngling in undisguised amusement. 

Venting softly, Ratchet greeted their charge in familiar tones. "Good morning, Traxies. Causing trouble already, before the sun cycle?" Traxes gulped audibly, tripping over his pedes in haste to explain. "J-just wanted some energon, don't mind me! Uh - didn't mean to interrupt..." He trailed off, wide optics roving over the three in utter disbelief. 

Drift finally lost composure, snickering into his servo. Ratchet merely cycled a ventilation, serenely cradling the now-wakening ambassador. They pull their blanket closer in embarrassment being caught in such an undress state.

 Traxes cycled his optics rapidly, pedes rooted to the floor in awkward shock. "Uh, hey Ambassador. Fancy seeing you here..." He trailed off, field pulsing distressed embarrassment. Drift took pity, sending the younger mech. "Relax, kid. But you might want to be quick before this becomes anymore awkward for everyone”  

The medic frowned half-heartedly before turning a softer expression to Traxies. "I wasn't aware you would be back today." His tone is soft. Traxes shuffled awkwardly, kicking at imaginary scrapes on the floor. "So you - uh, fraggin' my friend now?" He blurted before wilting under Ratchet's stern glare. 

Drift howled laughter, drawing a foam pillow and lobbing it at the pouting youngling's helm. "Don't get your wires knotted! Go fuel up, we'll be along shortly." With a mumbled apology, Traxes beat a hasty retreat.

The Ambassador groans and presses their face into Ratchet chassis out of embarrassment. "Fuck" They mumble as the feeling Drift move to get out of berth. Their body felt like jelly and they truly didn't want to move, but knew they had to.  Ratchet's chassis hums beneath the ambassador's cheek. "There now, no harm done," the medic soothed gently. 

Drift stretched languidly as he rose, pausing to send them both fond smile. "He'll get over it. Ain't the first time that mechlet's walked in on more'n he bargained for." 

Ratchet rumbled a quiet chuckle, stroking their back with utmost care."Stay as long as you need." He whispered to them. They let out a sigh. "I've got work today Ratchet, Bridge command meeting about our next port and sending reports back to Cybertron. I think we might also be heading back to Cybertron. I don't look forward to having a holo meeting with Prowl again" they explain. 

Ratchet let out a theatrical groan at the Ambassador's words. "Primus spare us all from Prowl and his endless bureaucracy," he grumbled. 

Rising smoothly, he settled their draped guest against the berth with utmost care as he recovered their clothing and bag. "Well then, best get you ready, can't have you leaving looking a mess sweet thing." 

Drift poked his helm back in, wearing an impish grin. "Sounds like Ratch better patch you up right quick, Ambassador. Can't be limping through a vid call with Prowl looking like you spent the night trapped under this lugnut!" 

A rude gesture was the medic's only response, though his weathered faceplates crinkled with wry humour. "Scoot, you rusting gearstick - go make yourself useful." 

"Ratchet, Drift. Thank you for last night, it was lovely" they call to the two mechs before turning around with their clothing in hand to try and get dressed despite how sore they still are. 

“Pah, don't go getting all sappy now," Ratchet huffed, 

"Anytime you need a couple mechs to help...relax tensions," Drift coos only for Ratchet to swat the mech away, vents gusting irritation. But his optics shone with plain affection as they tracked the Drift's movements. "Take care on your travels and try not to let Prowl's do you in" 

Leaving the suite was a struggle, not wanting to get caught as they left. But walking down the halls with a slight limp was something they could easily state as twisting their ankle.

 Just as the ambassador rounded the corner, two familiar figures fell into step beside them - Nadia and Millian, matching grins stretching across their faces.

"Well well, look who finally decided to crawl out of bed," Nadia drawled archly, shamelessly raking her gaze over the ambassador's slightly dishevelled state. "Quite a night, hm?" 

Millian snickered, throwing an arm around their shoulders. "You dog! Spill the deets - whose bed were you warming, to work up such a limp?" Their smirk made clear they already guessed the culprits. 

Wincing, the ambassador tried to shrug them off with little success. "Nothing to tell. I'd prefer to keep my private business private, if you don't mind." 

But Nadia was having none of it, sidling close to share a conspicuous wink. "Ooh, getting cosy with the bot brass, are we? Can't say I blame you - they do know how to show a human a good time." 

Her grin widened at the ambassador's flustered face, taking their silence as confirmation enough. "Guys enough, I'm already in a  bad position if 'this' " they make a hand gesture at the two. "Gets out to Earth or Cybertron, it will be my neck in a noose so please don't" they try to settle the matter. They did enjoy chatting with Nadia and Millian but this was against regulation and if Megatron,  Rodimus or Ultra Magnus got whiff of it, it could mean their job on the Lost light.

Nadia and Millian sobered slightly at the ambassador's sombre tone, exchanging glances. "Alright, alright, we'll can it with the teasing," Nadia sighed, giving their arm a gentle squeeze. "You know we've got your back, yeah? No way would we see you in real trouble."

Millian nodded earnestly. "You're one of us, Ambassador - we look out for our own." Their grin returned, softer around the edges. "But hey, if anyone asks, you definitely did NOT just limp out of Ratchet's quarters. Cross my heart!" 

Nadia snickered, nudging them playfully. Her smile turned sincere as she studied their friend's tired yet peaceful expression. "And between us? I'm glad you found a little respite aboard this floating madhouse. We all need that, now and then."

"Thank you, I'll give you guys some details later but I do have a meeting with bridge command and I need to try and make it look like I didn't just crawl out of bed with two mechs" they mumble softly only for the two to give them a look of pure shock.

"Two?!" Millian echoes in a frankly scandalised yelp. Nadia elbows them sharply, making frantic shushing motions with her hands. 

"Keep it down, you idiot!" She hisses under her breath before turning back to the ambassador with gleaming eyes. "Well well, you little minx - getting cosy with both the medic and robo Samurai" Her grin is positively wolfish. 

concern shadows Millian’s gaze. "Just be careful, Ambassador. Fraternisation regs or no - getting tangled up with high command could spell trouble if word spreads." 

Nadia nods earnestly. "They're right. Not that we don't support you, but..." she fidgets, taking their hands, giving a gentle squeeze. 

"Both Ratchet and Drift made it clear they don't expect anything from me. offered if I need stress relief I was welcome. Plus Ratchet would rather know what I'm getting up to Incase he needs to perform medical on me" they whisper to them as the three walk towards the Ambassador's next stop.

"Hmm. Well that's reasonable enough, I suppose," Nadia muses pragmatically, though a glint of mischief remains in her eyes. "And who could resist the charms of those two mechs? You do have excellent taste, I'll give you that." 

Millian grin softens as they near the lift that will take the ambassador to their meeting. "Jokes aside, I'm glad you've found comfort here, weird ship though it is. Not the life any of us expected, but..." 

They shrugs amicably. "We make the most of what joys we can. And there are certainly perks to rubbing plating with the people in charge." A final wink, and Millian steps back with Nadia, offering a casual salute. 

"Knock 'em dead at the meeting, Ambassador. And try not to limp too obviously" they chuckle as the lift doors close. 

Megatron is sitting looking rather bored, but his optics light up when he sees the Ambassador a small smile graces his faceplate.  Magnus gives a small nod while Rodimus smiles like a fool waving before making his way towards them. "Hello Rodimus,  sorry I twisted my ankle earlier and it's not pleasant to walk" they chuckle softly hoping the lie passed over their helms without making them question how. 

Magnus merely nodded greeting, ever professional and stern. "Let us proceed with the agenda. Your tardiness sets us behind schedule." 

Rodimus, of course, could not be contained. "Oof, rough night? Happens to the best of us!" He moves towards them with a smile. "Ratchet patch you up okay?" 

Ultra Magnus sighed heavily. "Captain, please. We are in the midst of official proceedings." 

"I'm alright, Ratchet said it will be fine nothings broken, just going to be sore for a bit." They confirm to Rodimus as the mech picks them up and brings them to the table. Rodimus continues to let his servos and digits poke the Ambassador. Making them fidget. 

"Have we heard from Optimus if we have been requested to return to Cybertron, he was rather worried about Traxies, or if Galactica Union has asked for a new report on our recent travels?" They inquire dreading and hoping they didn't have to have another holo meeting with Prowl. 

Megatron studied the interplay with optics gleaming curiosity. " Captain, do cease your pestering the Liason." His field pulsed amusement as Rodimus reluctantly set the squirming human down. "To answer your query, Ambassador - I'm afraid your schedule remains as packed as ever. Word from Prime requests our return within the decacycle, and the Union demands their tedious status updates with predictable punctuality." 

Ultra Magnus nodded curt approval. "And Prowl as well, regarding the security details and records of the ship. He requires an immediate vid conference to...discuss developments." Rodimus groaned dramatically. "Ugh, leave it to Prowl to ruin a perfect morning. Why can't he just lurk in the shadows like Megs here and let us have our fun?" 

Megatron shoots Rodimus a glare but does make an effort to dignify Rodimus’ remark. "Ah sounds about right, I can't convince one of you to handle the Prowl meeting? I will happily deal with Optimus or the Galactica union, and take on extra work. Please" they nearly beg, only to yelp as Rodimus' digits run up their side  making them stiffen not expecting the contact. "Rodimus!"

Megatron observed with growing amusement as the small human squirmed fruitlessly in Rodimus's mischievous grasp. "Captain, tormenting them will not make their tasks any easier." 

He turned a gaze of singular intent upon Ultra Magnus. "I believe a request was made, Magnus. And as holders of far greater stamina and patience with the Enforcer, taking the meeting would be a small alleviation to your schedule, would it not?"

Magnus's field pulsed reluctance but duty compelled as expected. "Very well. As ranking officer, handling communication with Alliance High Command falls under my purview. I will handle Prowl at the scheduled time."

Rodimus whooped with glee, finally releasing the frazzled ambassador. "Looks like you're off the hook! Maybe you can help me with some more of those charts you were showing me last time so I can get better at reading them." He grinned down at them. 

They slowly lean back into Rodimus as they talk with Megatron and Ultra Magnus. "I'll make sure we are stocked for the trip back, do you need to organise anyone for the quantum generators maintenance?" The Ambassador asks, shuttering again as Rodimus continues to touch them.

Ultra Magnus cleared his intake, field broadcasting discomfort yet compelled as ever by duty. "I will see to ensuring all systems are fully prepped and operational for transit. Your role is coordination with our human team so they are set for a quantum jump, Ambassador."

Rodimus fairly purred against the human's back, appreciating how warm their smaller frame is against his. They are so soft and plush in his servos and primus he doesn't want to let go of them. 

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[miupow]

⭑𓂃 GETTING STONED W/ TXT .ᐟ ୭ ˚. [ HEADCANONS]

☆〜（ゝ。∂）txt x gn!reader ⋆ cw// drugs/marijuana mentions! sfw, tooth rotting fluff <𝟑 kissing, cuddling, implied established relationships

⤷ what i imagine it's like smoking with the boys . . .

연준 YEONJUN

i imagine him high is a lot like him drunk lol

soft, sleepy, cuddly and just the biggest baby whining that he wants kisses now

likes using your lap as a pillow for his head, the type to nuzzle his face in your belly and wrap his arms tight around you-- won't you play with his hair? tell him what an amazingwonderfulhandsome boyfriend he is?

tries very hard not to fall asleep on you but fails every time

pls take care of him :(

finds the other boys annoying when they're high lol but still does it with them because they're his baby brothers and he loves them no matter how much they piss him off <33

cannot smoke without you because he'd spend the entire sesh going "where's my baby?? i wanna see my baby, i miss them so much :(("

수빈 SOOBIN ⭑𓂃

the kind to just stare blankly at the wall for hours

"bin, you okay?" "uh huh..."

probably gets sensory overload easily, don’t have too much going on at once or he’ll get a headache :<

soogyu is my dream blunt rotation im gonna be honest they're so fucking funny they just be sayin shit

high bin says the some of funniest things you've ever heard in your life but he has no idea he's even being funny

"why are you laughing at me??? :(("

gasps when you tell him you love him even though you tell him every day

“REALLY??? I LOVE YOU TOO!!!”

will get into the dumbest arguments, especially with gyu?? “what do you think would happen if you put a werewolf on the moon…” “what the hell is wrong with you??”

“no, dumbass, that’s not even how ufos work. look it up.”

범규 BEOMGYU ⭑𓂃

true delulu headcanon time here but hear me out okay

he's so crazy adhd brain high energy when he's sober but i feel like when he's stoned he's so. chill?

put a movie on or something and he'll be quiet for hours he's just so transfixed by the moving colors and lights

just wants to cuddle with you in silence or like. talk about deep shit

you honestly kind of love it because you'll have conversations about your future and your relationship that gyu wouldn't take seriously sober

he's very upfront and straightforward with his feelings when he's stoned, which is so unlike him

says some corny shit with stars in his eyes like "i wanna spend forever with you" and then regrets it later because he sounded like a dweeb

he's so whipped for you and he can't hide it :<

let him lay on your chest, playing with his long pretty hair, calling him beomie while he looks up at you with hazy, unfocused but so in love eyes

again soogyu = dream blunt rotation gyu is so funny

“do crabs think fish are flying??” type mf i love him very much

태현 TAEHYUN ⭑𓂃

this might be an unpopular opinion but tyun is absolutely the biggest stoner out of the five of them

i feel like he would smoke to relax, not necessarily to get high-- he's on stress overdrive 24/7, especially during comeback season,, he smokes to finally make his brain go quiet for at least a night

big social smoker but also enjoys smoking alone or just with you

i see him the most like his sober self, quiet and content and not really paying much attention to anything

normally you have to fight him to get his picture taken but when he's stoned he'll just let you shove a camera in his face and you love it sm,, "tyunnie!! baby! smile!"

very content with letting you sit on his lap while he zones out, nuzzling his neck-- he loves feeling needed, loves taking care of you

thinks everyone else is very entertaining, just enjoys watching his brothers act like idiots

he's such a bottled up guy, doesn't like to show or talk about how he's feeling ;; but he'll open up easily once you get him loosened up

휴닝카이 HUENING KAI ⭑𓂃

i want to smoke with this boy so bad. it's not even funny.

he's so cuddly and sweet and giggly,,, i lob him,,

he gets too out of it to kiss you so he makes your plushies kiss eachother instead hehe

kiss his freckles :< just give him so many smooches all over his face while he laughs that it tickles

spooning is a need not a want. he'd rest his chin on the top of your head and hold you soso close while you lay on his bed watching a movie ;;

like soobin he probably gets overstimulated easily,, he needs the lights off and he likes when you wear soft/fuzzy clothes,, ur his plushie now :<

will not let you get up for anything at all. will literally follow you to the bathroom and wait outside of the door like a puppy

SOOO much skinship he needs to touch and be touched so badly

goes totally nonverbal when he's stoned. will not say a word for hours

TUMMY RUBS also lays his head on your belly ;;

thinks literally everything is funny. show him a picture of like. a horse and he'd laugh at it