#type: headcannons

[imheretoreadafic]

Hear me out: Batfam Au, where Bruce is a bird hybrid. Almost nothing changes. Bruce is still the usual angsty, mentally unstable, justice loving guy. The bird features add next to nothing, so he still very heavily relies on his intellect and has that charm of being one of the only humans in the Justice League.

BUT

He now has the instinct to pull his kids under his wings. He tries to hold it back. But sometimes, he just can't help himself and attempts to pull his very dangerous children ranging from ages 10 to 27 under his wings despite only half of them fitting under there comfortably.

This results in Dick awkwardly bending over or going on his knees so his bird father can properly brood him and calm his anxiety after someone almost dies.

This results in Jason having to be extra brutal for a few weeks so that everyone forgets about Batman pulling the injured crime lord onto his lap and wrapping his wings around him while they waited for the others to come help with his stab wound. (And so they forget about Jason playing with his wings to calm himself)

This results in Tim, after spending multiple days awake, being suddenly picked up and surrounded by black feathers.

This results in Bruce’s wings faintly glowing because Duke is hiding in them to take a nap.

This results in Damian stabbing his wing the first time he did this because it scared him and Bruce barely noticing because he was too busy making soft chirps to the boy.

This results in Cass designating his wings as her safe space when things get too bright or too loud.

This results in Bruce having to figure out how to contort his body enough to semi wrap his wings around Barbara in her wheelchair.

This results in Steph putting bows and hair clips in his feathers.

This also, at one point, results in Clark being very confused as his friend wraps his wings around him after a krypotonite incident almost killing him.

[chroniclesofskz]

Waking up next to your boyfriend

Bang Chan

Warm Embrace: Waking up to his strong arms wrapped around you, making you feel secure and loved.

Good Morning Kisses: He greets you with sweet kisses, often peppering your face with soft pecks.

Planning the Day: Excited to share his plans for the day, he’ll gently wake you up with ideas that get you both motivated.

Cozy Atmosphere: He sets a warm vibe with soft music playing in the background, making the morning feel wholesome.

Cooking Together: He loves to cook breakfast together, turning the kitchen into a fun space filled with laughter and teamwork.

Lee Know

Playful Awakening: He playfully nudges you awake, often pretending to still be half-asleep for comedic effect.

Bedhead Antics: He loves to make fun of your bedhead, but he finds it adorable and often takes pictures.

Cuddly Moments: He enjoys lingering in bed, cuddling and teasing, making you smile as you start the day.

Shared Snacks: He loves to share snacks with you, turning breakfast into a fun and cozy event in bed.

Dancing in the Morning: If he feels energetic, he sometimes gets up and does a little dance, getting you laughing and awake.

Changbin

Mellow Vibes: Waking up next to him means starting the day with his calming voice talking about his dreams or plans.

Hugs and Snuggles: He’ll pull you tightly into his chest, offering warmth and affection as you wake up together.

Morning Workouts: Sometimes he suggests a light morning workout or stretch, making it a fun way to wake up.

Goofy Conversations: Engaging in playful conversations and jokes that make you laugh while still in that sleepy state.

Breakfast Buddy: Excited to make breakfast for you, he enjoys preparing meals that you both love, often with a playful twist.

Hyunjin

Gentle Awakening: He’ll wake you up softly, usually by brushing your hair back and whispering sweet words in your ear.

Morning Art: Sometimes, he might want to sketch or doodle you even while you're still waking up, capturing your sleepy beauty.

Silky Sheets: Enjoying the feeling of soft, silky sheets, he loves to wrap you up in them before getting out of bed.

Dance Breaks: He enjoys playful dancing to soft music in the morning, bringing a fun energy to your wake-up routine.

Shared Morning Coffee: He makes your favorite coffee, and they enjoy sipping it together while enjoying those quiet moments.

Han

Instant Laughter: Waking up to his jokes and funny faces instantly lifts your mood and starts the day with laughter.

Pillow Fights: He might initiate a playful pillow fight, turning mornings into a fun and energetic affair.

Snack King: He’s likely to bring snacks to bed, making breakfast a casual yet delightful experience.

Deep Talks: Enjoying deep conversations as you both slowly wake up, he loves to talk about everything and anything.

Spontaneous Plans: Full of excitement, he might suggest spontaneous adventures right out of bed, making every day unique.

Felix

Sunshine: With a bright smile, he tends to wake you up with the sunlight streaming in, wanting to make the day as positive as possible.

Melodic Voice: He might sing softly or hum to you as you wake up, creating an uplifting atmosphere.

Playful Teasing: Enjoys playfully teasing you about your sleepy state, making you laugh as you start to wake.

Cozy Cuddles: Loves to pull you close for warm cuddles, often wrapping himself around you as you both enjoy the morning stillness.

Playful Breakfast: He wants to make breakfast fun, asking if you can create funny faces with the food on your plates.

Seungmin

Soft Morning Greetings: He wakes up with a gentle smile, often starting your morning with sweet, soft kisses that make you feel cherished.

Cozy Cuddles: Seungmin enjoys snuggling close, wrapping his arms around you tightly and enjoying those peaceful moments together.

Calm Conversations: He loves to talk about his dreams or plans for the day in a soft, soothing voice, creating a comforting atmosphere.

Breakfast Together: He takes pleasure in preparing breakfast together, playfully arguing about whose dish is better while enjoying each other's company.

Charming Humor: His dry wit and playful teasing will have you laughing in the morning, making it a joyful start to the day.

I.N

Sleepy Snuggles: Enjoy waking up to find him still half-asleep, pulling you closer for cozy snuggles and warmth.

Soft Morning Voice: He might mumble sweet things in a soft voice, making you smile as your eyes adjust to morning light.

Shared Blanket: Enjoys sharing blankets, often trying to steal more than his fair share as you both wake up.

Playful Morning Routine: Loves to make the morning playful, perhaps by suggesting you wear

[graciescott27]

POKER FACE!

his classmate keeps trying to figure out a cheat sheet for his expressions…

cw: kinda angsty with his backstory, language, classmates to friends to possibly lovers (really ambiguous ending)

wc: 1.3k

Rin Itoshi has an excellent poker face. Sae had taught it to him. He never let any of his emotions show through his expressions. If his big brother could do it, then so could he. Since he had never learned emotions, he hid from them. They didn’t exist if no one could tell him what he felt.

No one ever learned how to look past Rin Itoshi’s poker face. It didn’t really benefit them to, at the end of the day. This one girl in his home room, though, always stared at him with curious eyes. It was the most unusual expression on her face every time. Rin had never seen anything like it. Her eyes were analytical with narrowed eyebrows. Her lips were sucked in and pulled to the side just a bit with just the slightest downturn to them. The first few times, he thought she was mad at him. He returned the glare.

When the observing continued long past when you should’ve stopped being mad, Rin began to think it was something else. Did you want to ask him a question? Did his hair look stupid? Had he given a dumb answer during a lesson? Maybe you had known Sad before he left for Spain somehow. He was only really popular because of his brother, after all.

Eventually, the day came where you slammed your hand on his desk and gave him an accusatory point. You were grinning wildly, though, which he found quite contradictory. You seemed to be quite bad at keeping your emotions in.

“You’re confused,” you announced proudly.

Rin looked at you like you were crazy. Well, to the best of his abilities. His brows were drawn together just a millimeter more than normal. He held his lips tighter together than usual. That was it. “Excuse me?”

“You’re confused,” you reasserted, lowering the hand you were pointing at him with. You were leaned in too close for his liking. “Right? Your right eyebrow raises a little when you’re confused, I think. Doesn’t it?”

Yeah, maybe it did. He had never thought about it before. You being right didn’t do anything to help the fact that he had no fucking clue why you were talking to him, though. “Why is this important?”

“Because you look dead all the time,” you scoffed, leaning back and crossing your arms in one fluid motion. “I’m trying to figure out the code.”

He still had no idea what you were talking about. “The code?”

“Yeah. How to read you. You don’t ever express anything, man. It’s weird.”

“You’re weird,” he scoffed, turning his head to face away from you.

You snapped and pointed at him again, laughing. “That. More of that.”

And you rushed away, grabbing your bag off your desk and running at a group of girls.

Maybe you had just escaped an asylum.

You continued to observe him over the next few months. Every day after classic you came up to him and tried to guess how he was feeling. You were right every time. Rin was beginning to think that his poker face wasn’t as good as he thought it was.

And then that horrid snowy night came. It was still winter. Rin’s practice had finished a few hours ago already. It was getting dark. He was probably going to get a bus ride back home soon. Rin had quickly made a habit of staying later after practice every day. Sae was coming back home. He had to show his brother just how much better he had gotten.

He didn’t get much of a chance to show off.

After that day, there was a change in your daily analysis. You didn’t tell him that he was excited right before he left school to play a match. You didn’t tell him that he was tired from training or that he was confused about a math lesson. Now you only gave him two answers. You’re sad. You’re angry. You’re sad. You’re angry, you’re angry, you’re angry. You’re sad. You’re sad. You’re sad, you’re sad, you’re sad, you’re sad. And still, despite how much he shrugged you off, you were still right every time.

He snapped at you one day. He told you to shut up, to fuck off, to leave him the hell alone. By some act of God, you actually listened. You stopped your interrogations completely. He only realized then just how much you talked to him. Ugh. Ignoring you might end up being more difficult than putting up with you.

Despite his newfound refusal to interact with you, You still kept track of everything he felt. You knew the answer key by that point, so it wasn’t too hard to figure out. He stopped being as sad. After just a few weeks, you could already tell how much more frequently he was angry. You didn’t know what had happened. There was no way to know why he was mad. You couldn’t ask. There was no way he would want to speak to you ever again. 

He had left for the Blue Lock program pretty fast after that. You didn’t know where he was for the first few weeks, actually. You had asked at least five different people before you finally learned where he had gone. You did as much research as possible on whatever the hell this thing was, and watched his schedule just as closely as you watched your own. You had never seen him play before, so when you saw the announcement for the Blue Lock 11 v. U20 match, you decided to go. It was mostly on pure impulse, sure, but you had nothing else going on that day.

Yeaaah, turns out that he was good. You had heard about it over the years. Everyone in Japan probably had. Both of the Itoshi brothers were unstoppable. But really, you hadn’t expected any of them to be that good.

After that, Blue Lock TV became a thing. You were able to see the rankings as they were updated. Unsurprisingly, Rin Itoshi stayed number 1 nearly the entire time.

When he came back, he had absolutely no idea that you had spent so much time practically stalking him. You weren’t going to tell him, either. That would make you look utterly insane. So your relationship with him stayed static as he finished his last ever month in school. If you wanted to save anything — which you desperately did for no clear reason — you would have to act fast.

He came up to you first, though.

His expression was unsure and his eyes were shifting every direction. He finally looked at your face and mumbled, “You’re mad? Or worried?”

You cocked a singular brow, looking up at him. “I’m not mad or worried.”

“So you’re… sad?”

You laughed and shook your head. “I’m not sad.”

His face was fully scrunched as he concentrated on your face. “Happy?”

You shrugged, closing the book on the top of your desk. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“So confused?”

“You could say that, I guess.”

Confused why he was finally speaking to you again? Absolutely. You had spent all of that time watching everything related to Blue Lock just to keep an eye on him and no he was talking to you again. Did you manifest it somehow? Did he figure out that you were being a total creep and he was confronting you?

That was how you had become friends with Rin Itoshi. Through harassing him constantly over what his facial expressions meant, you had somehow earned his trust. You never learned why he had become so upset before he left for Blue Lock. You never learned why he lashed out at you. But even despite the lack of knowledge about why he felt the way he did, you at least knew that he did really feel it. The why never ended up mattering too much in the end.

You two kept in contact long after he moved to Madrid to play for Re Al. He never learned that your friends would tease you anytime an article came out about him. You never learned that his teammates would make fun of him anytime he got a notification from some unknown girl with a heart attack the end of her contact name. The lack of knowing never really mattered much in the end.

@graciescott27

[wifelivvyx]

Coffee, Chemistry, and a Bit of Fate.

ArthurTV x Reader.

love this love you

The coffee shop had that cozy, slow-Saturday-morning atmosphere—soft acoustic music playing in the background, the scent of espresso and vanilla lingering in the air, and the quiet hum of conversations filling the space. The line wasn’t too long, just a few people ahead of you, including the guy directly in front of you, who suddenly let out a dramatic sigh.

“Oh, brilliant. They’re out of the croissants.”

His voice carried the kind of devastation that made you glance up from your phone. Dark brown hair, messy like he’d just rolled out of bed, and a hoodie slightly crumpled like it had been thrown on without much thought. He was staring at the display case like it had personally betrayed him.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Tragic, really.”

He turned his head toward you, eyebrows raised slightly, and in that moment, something shifted. It wasn’t overly dramatic—no slow-motion effect or cinematic music playing in your head—but there was a brief pause, a flicker of curiosity in his expression that made your heart skip, just for a second.

“Right?” he exhaled, shaking his head. “I came here specifically for that. I might never recover.”

You smirked. “There are other pastries, you know.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms like the mere suggestion offended him. “That’s quitter talk.”

That made you laugh—a real laugh, not the polite kind you give to strangers. And the way his lips twitched up, like he was pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of you, made your stomach flip unexpectedly.

The barista called the next order, and Arthur turned back to the counter with a sigh. “Guess I’ll just get a coffee. Boring, but reliable.” He paused for a moment before glancing back at you. “What are you getting?”

“Hot chocolate.”

His eyes lit up with amusement. “Hot chocolate? Strong choice. You don’t mess around.”

“You say that like it’s controversial.”

He leaned slightly against the counter, watching you. “Some people might call it childish.”

“And those people are wrong.”

Arthur let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “You know what? You’re absolutely right.”

The barista handed him his drink, and you moved to the side to wait for yours. But instead of heading toward the exit, Arthur lingered, sipping his coffee like he wasn’t quite ready to leave yet.

“So,” you started, tilting your head, “was this a croissant-specific mission, or do you come here often?”

“A bit of both,” he admitted. “It’s my go-to spot when I can’t be bothered to make coffee at home.” He nodded toward you. “What about you?”

“First time here, actually.”

His lips quirked up. “Oh, so this is fate, then.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Fate?”

Arthur took another slow sip of his coffee, pretending to consider. “Yeah. If I’d come earlier, or if they still had croissants, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. But here we are.”

You studied him for a moment, amused by how easily he spoke, how natural it felt. “So you believe in fate?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. But I think sometimes, things just fall into place. Right people, right time.”

There was something about the way he said it that made your chest feel strangely warm.

Before you could respond, the barista slid your hot chocolate across the counter. You reached for it, fingers brushing against the warm cup, but Arthur was already nodding toward an empty table by the window.

“Since we’re both here, and neither of us seem to be in a rush… fancy sitting down for a bit?”

You hesitated for half a second—because sitting with a stranger you’d just met was a bit out of the ordinary—but something in the way he was looking at you, expectant but not pushy, made it easy to nod.

“Yeah, okay.”

Arthur grinned, leading the way as you both sat down at the small wooden table. The window beside you overlooked the street, where rain had started to lightly drizzle against the pavement.

“So,” he said, resting his forearms on the table, “since fate brought us together, tell me—are you a coffee person at all, or strictly a hot chocolate purist?”

You laughed, taking a sip of your drink. “I like coffee, but hot chocolate just hits different sometimes.”

Arthur nodded approvingly. “Respectable.” Then, with a small smirk, he added, “I feel like we’re already getting to know each other on a deep level here.”

“Oh, absolutely. Core values and all.”

He grinned, then tilted his head. “Alright, then. Tell me something random about yourself.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. “Something random?”

“Yeah. Something I wouldn’t guess about you just by looking at you.”

You thought for a moment before answering. “I once accidentally ended up in a marathon because I took the wrong turn on a morning walk.”

Arthur nearly choked on his coffee. “You’re joking.”

“I wish.” You sighed. “I was just trying to get my steps in, and the next thing I knew, I was being cheered on by strangers.”

Arthur was full-on laughing now, shaking his head. “Did you finish?”

“…I did.”

That only made him laugh harder. “So you’ve technically run a marathon before?”

“Half-marathon.” You pointed a finger at him. “Big difference.”

“Nah, I’m telling people I met a marathon runner today.”

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face didn’t fade.

And just like that, the conversation flowed effortlessly.

You talked about the most random things—movies, places you’d traveled, stupid childhood stories. Every time there was a lull, Arthur filled it with another question, another joke, another grin that made you feel like maybe this was the best decision you’d made all week.

You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the rain outside grew heavier, and the coffee shop started to empty out.

Arthur glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at you, lips twitching slightly. “So, since fate brought us here and all…” He trailed off, then smirked. “How about I buy you a croissant next time? You know, when they actually have them.”

You bit your lip, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… I don’t know. Are you always this forward with strangers?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Only the ones I don’t want to be strangers for long.”

That made your stomach flip in the best way.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just held each other’s gaze, and it was that same feeling from earlier—the unspoken sense that maybe this wasn’t just a casual meeting. Maybe it was something more.

“Alright,” you finally said, smiling. “Next time, then.”

Arthur’s grin widened. “It’s a date.”

And somehow, a simple coffee run had turned into the start of something neither of you had seen coming.

[xmads-omensx]

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: allusions to smut

Inspired by this post that the lovely @thenmaybehellaintsobadafterall tagged me in 💕💕

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @bloody-spades @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @dsireland86 @missduffsblog @overmydeadbodysblog @dominuslunae @littlebear423 @blade-dressed-in-red @rumoured-whispers @eclipseeetop @xxkittenkissesxx @theanarchymuse95 @blackveilomens @lilgarbitch @lil-garbitch @concretejunglefm @museonfilm @death-ofpeace-ofmind  @xxkatsatwatwafflexx @kissestomyomens @flowery-mess @athenexe

It all started when Noah was away on tour in Australia and sent you a fit check video.

You had asked him to do it purely as a joke but he was serious about it. He needed you to have a laugh when you woke up to see Noah standing in his hotel room telling you about his outfit while Matt stood off to the side looking confused.

In one of the videos, he had walked over to the window behind his phone to open it a little, and had knocked his phone down in the process.

The angle had given you a great view of his throat tattoo as well as the fact that his shirt had ridden up ever so slightly.

You replied with your fit check, even though you were blushing heavily and stumbling over your words as you spoke.

Noah thought this was weird and asked if you were okay, to which you replied that you were fine.

He ended up asking Alana what she thought. Since she was a woman, hopefully she could offer some insight right?

She watched Noah’s fit check and instantly knew what had happened.

“You made her flustered with that angle” she had explained.

“Oh.” Noah replied, looking back at his phone.

Then genius struck.

He hurried off to a window with good lighting and took a photo from that same angle to send to you. *the picture attached at the top*

“Like what you see?” He captioned it.

You replied with 🤭, which made him grin like an idiot.

He had finally found a weakness to torment you with whilst he was away on tour and he was ready to abuse this newfound power.

He sent photo after photo after photo, as well as some videos too, making sure that you were getting some weird kick of joy whilst he was away.

Naturally, he giggled like a misbehaving child as he took the photos and sent them to you

He thought that since he couldn’t be with you to make you flustered, this was the next best thing.

Noah had made you promise to send him a photo of you blushing in response so that he could see the effect that he had on you whilst he was away.

You did as he asked and you had never seen a happier man than when he walked through the door of your shared apartment when your was over.

Sure he had his fun on tour, but nothing beat making you all blushed and flustered in person.

And best believe he took you straight upstairs so that you could see that angle in person, preferably on your knees.

[ankosblog]

Oooh so funny I have the exact same headcanon on how they wake up ! 🤩 Jayce is a morning person, and Viktor is a night owl but struggles in morning. Thats why Jayce is always first at the man and make him coffee when he arrive 🥰 I wrote a fic about this if you are interested !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62473027/chapters/159882763

one of my jayvik hcs

So we all agree Jayce gets up bright and early, followed by Viktor. But imagine this: Jayce is getting ready and is in the middle of tying his tie when Viktor walks in, still half asleep and groggy, walking over to Jayce and fixing his tie. And Jayce just.. lets him. They both know Jayce could do it on his own, but it becomes a routine, a moment of shared intimacy before they go about on their day.

[randomasfuk]

Would the bat boys have kids

And what type of dads would they be

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Bruce Wayne: no-fucking-shit bros making the justice league 2.0

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Dick Grayson: He would marry the mother, love his family, and want to be a dad, but he’d be terrified of messing them up or not being good enough for them—mostly because of limited time. He’s especially afraid of becoming like Bruce, even though they’d be completely different. I could see him occasionally getting overwhelmed, and when that happens, he might snap a little. But he would apologize relentlessly, explain to his child that he was wrong, and try to do better—and he would. He’d be an amazing father, spending every spare second with his daughter child. He would also become much better at saying no to others when it came to prioritizing his kid. He would love his child with all his heart and do everything possible to help them with anything, ever.

There would be no vigilante work for them until they were much, much older—around 17—and even then, the kid would have to beg. He would much rather they never got involved at all. I could see him trying to quit being Nightwing unless he was absolutely needed. When his child reached a certain age, he would be honest with them about it. He would love them unconditionally. I could also see him wanting another child—or maybe even a few—after having one.

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Jason Todd: He doesn’t want kids—he’s scared to—not because of time but because he doesn’t want to pass on the desire to be a vigilante, as well as the mental illness and addiction that runs in his family. But he would absolutely end up adopting more than one kid—street kids with nobody, kids like him. And he would make damn sure that under no circumstances would they be doing any vigilante work. He would do everything humanly possible to protect them from that life and to be everything Bruce wasn’t or couldn’t be.

He tries his hardest, but showing affection isn’t his strong suit. Still, he gets there for his kids. They know they’re loved unconditionally. He would go to the ends of the earth for them—to the grave and back (again)—and they know it. He would also take better care of himself for them. He’s honest with his kids about his life, but he uses it as a warning, making sure they don’t follow in his footsteps.

Out of all the boys, he’s the most likely to inherit Bruce’s “adoption addiction” to some degree, though never to the point where he has too many to manage or so many that they don’t get enough quality time with him. He would also be a safe haven for his kids’ friends—anyone could stay anytime.

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Tim Drake: He doesn’t really want kids either, but I could see him getting someone pregnant. He probably wouldn’t stay for the sake of it. If he loved her, he would, but if it was casual or a hookup, he’d try—but if they weren’t compatible, he wouldn’t force it. Not because he wouldn’t care about the kid, but because he’s smart enough to know that staying together for the wrong reasons could lead to resentment, disagreements, and an unhealthy environment. But he’d make sure things were on good terms and that he was always present in his child’s life.

He would be a good dad, but the most like Bruce. He wouldn’t be as emotionally available as the others, but he would do unspeakable things for his kid, and they would know they were loved—he just shows it differently. Out of all of them, he’d be the most open to allowing his kid into vigilantism, though he still wouldn’t be thrilled about it. He’d also be the most likely to hide it from them—but he’d fail. Not because he’s bad at it, but because that kid would be a motherfucking genius just like their dad.

He would seem to prioritize being a vigilante over his kid, though that wouldn’t be the case in the slightest. Still, his child would sometimes feel that way, and Tim would have to reassure them otherwise. As much as he loves them, he wouldn’t want another.

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Damian Wayne: As much as people say he’d want to continue his family line and legacy, I feel like with his character development, that wouldn’t be the case. He would not want or have kids because he simply doesn’t want them, along with ending the cycle of generational trauma and abuse that he under no circumstances wants to even risk continuing. And having a child out of obligation is just wrong and unfair to the child. He is content without a child. Unlike some others, there would be no accidents, no whoopsie-daisy surprise you’ve got a baby shocks for him.

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Duke Thomas: He would want to be a dad and would quit being a vigilante to raise his child until they were at least 16. When (or if) he returns, he would be completely honest with them—unless they inherited his abilities, in which case, they’d know from the jump. He would be a very loving father and would be in a committed relationship with the mother before having a child. On the rare occasions he and his partner argue, the kid would be none the wiser.

He’d be second only to Tim in being okay with his child becoming a vigilante, but even then, there would be very specific rules. His kid would never go out alone, never go on dangerous missions—only stakeouts or quiet patrols—and their life outside of vigilantism would always come first. Again, he would only want one child.

[axl-ion]

Hear me out: Pyro and Scout being in a younger older brother dynamic where they do stuff that gets eachother's nerves (never so bad they actually make eachother actually upset) and then parallel play afterwards.

Scout shows Pyro how to use a blow-dryer to melt crayons onto paper.

Pyro gifting Scout little collages related to sport.

Them burning down a barn of some asshole and escaping via a river.

Pyro stealing Scout's colouring pencils and hiding them under their bed.

Scout drawing on Pyro's gas mask to get back at them.

Them just ganging up to annoy Spy.

Doing a little dance after they killed a guy.

Playing sports together.

Also Scout does understand Pyro's mumbles, not perfectly, but he can.

Maybe I will illustrate some of these.

[icebunny11]

Ignore all the angst- Violet and Xaden grow up and get happily married and they have kids.

Mini violet and Mini Xaden: *reading in their room peacefully*

Mini Xaden: Hey, look

Both: *look out of their window*

Sky: *starts crackling with lightning*

Mini Violet: aw hell nah

Mini Xaden: they're at it AGAIN

Mini Violet: do you know how it felt when thunder started to sound outside the window during school?

Mini Xaden: *passes headphones*

[ninathekillxr]

Can you do Toby x EJ headcanons?

Yes I sure can!

• Definitely yapper x listener duo with Toby yapping and jack listening.

• Jack constantly pesters Toby about wounds that Toby hadn’t even noticed he had. He will spend hours disinfecting wounds and trying to keep Toby from injuring themself.

• Toby explains things to jack that they don’t understand, being a demon and all.

• Probably the least toxic relationship in the manor.

• Toby treats Jack a bit like an oversized puppy. Gently scratching jacks head as if petting a dog.

• When toby is out on missions he will take the kidneys from his victims to bring back for jack.

• Jack is very greatful for Toby.

• Toby is the jealous one in the relationship. Getting annoyed when jack talks to someone else for too long.

• Jack reassures Toby constantly.

• Jack is extremely patient with Toby especially when they are struggling with their bpd.

• Toby definitely have one of his kidneys to jack…

“Do you want one of my kidneys?”

“What…?”

• Jack is paranoid asf about hurting Toby accidentally. Even though Toby wouldn’t be able to feel it Jack still worries.

Nina’s comments~

I’m definitely gonna do more things like this because it’s super fun!

Nina out!

[the-pigeon-queen]

You draw a lot of soft big brother Primo and for that I'm super grateful but like, do you have any art/ideas for unhinged Primo who wants to punch pandas and invade countries and all that? Just curious 👀

Sorry for the long delay :'] I’m sorry I don’t currently have any doodles or art of unhinged Primo, but that doesn’t mean I’m not plagued by Primo thoughts.

The big disclaimer here is that this is all personal headcannons; I’m the type of Ghost fan that generally wants to follow the cannon, but also, you know, is more than fine with adapting and extrapolating a few things… So, all this is about my Personal Primo conjecture lol

Everything we’ve ever gotten about Primo in cannon paints him as batshit crazy, but somehow fandom morphed him into a much gentle figure. And I honestly enjoy both sides and think he can be both :’]

Like… Primo loves his little brothers, but hates humans. He grows a beautiful garden but anticipates the day it will be destroyed in Armageddon. He makes tea blends with the same precision he would conduct a sacrificial ritual. He curls up in an armchair next to a cozy fireplace with an ancient tomb on demonology in his lap. There is a non-zero amount of dead bodies in his garden, feeding the flowers with their decaying flesh.

And he believes there’s something beautiful about that; the cycle of life and death, the miracle of life and the necessity of death.

Primo hates the government and he hates society; he hates humanity. He believes it to be corrupt and evil – and looks forward to the day that it reaps what it deserves. It also means that he doesn’t have a lot of personal objections to doing ‘evil’ things, himself.

I do not think that makes him a complete monster (because completely chaotic evil characters aren’t that interesting to me). Primo doesn’t go out of his way to be cruel.

Like, Primo has no qualms with sacrificing a goat or lamb on the alter, but wouldn’t kick a puppy. Primo wouldn’t hesitate to kill a man if he deemed it necessary, but he’s always kind to children. He would burn down a government building for fun, but he wouldn’t burn down a family home. He would absolutely have a reporter abducted because the Clergy kept badgering him to do interviews, but would see to it that the reporter had lunch.

Now – the Ghost Project.

Primo had no interest in it. He looked at his father, who he hates, and the flashy, rock n’ roll lifestyle, and quickly decided he wanted nothing to do with it. But he wasn’t given a choice in the matter. He does come around to aspects of it, though. He realizes that music can be a powerful tool to lure people into the Ministry. He realizes that he can influence people with music.

He commits to Ghost; writing songs and performing, singing Satan’s praises. His time as frontman is dedicated to his dark lord. Primo does not want the Ghost Project to be about him – he wants it to be about the message, alone. So, he tries to stay anonymous. He tries to stay separate.

But the people want a rockstar, they want interviews, they want personalization. And the Clergy pressures him to give them that. So, he breaks down and gives them interviews. Primo is old at this point – old and a little bitter. He doesn’t give a shit about the interviews.

So, he gets exceptionally high, sits down, and decides to have some fun with them.

So yeah, sure, he’d hit a panda in the face with a brick, but he wouldn’t do it for free – like, $500 bucks would do it. And sure, hell, he’d be down for some world domination, why not? Sounds like fun. Also, yeah, you know what, his d!ck is 13 inches long, write that down, it’s important. His Ghouls sit there in silent agony while their leader rattles off whatever wild bull he happens to think of off the top of his head, and he’s having a blast watching the interviewer get more and more uncomfortable.

And then his time as frontman is over, and he gladly turns over the Mitre to his little brother and returns to a quiet life of blood sacrifices and quiet gardening.

[jalluzas-ferney]

Hc that Kai learned to make jewelry. Since he knows blacksmithing he knows how to manipulate metals and other materials of the sort, which I feel like was a gateway for him to start experimenting one day and boom he began to make jewelry. Of course it was rough at first but he realized he actually really enjoyed doing so. Espeically because it was way stressful than weapons. He eventually made jewelry for the whole team <3

[graciescott27]

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who met you in your last year of elementary school after kicking a soccer ball straight into your face. He immediately apologized and took you to the nurse.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who dragged you to his first match of the season the next year.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who almost hit you again (the ball missed you by four feet) and felt horrible. That was when he gave you his number so he could send you an apology message.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who started going to your house to study with you and always ended up getting distracted and talking about soccer.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who had quite possibly the most awkward, obvious crush on you in your first year of high school.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who got much better at hiding it after a few months. You had even thought that he stopped liking you.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who would not stop inviting you to his games even if you begged him. 

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who immediately came to you after getting his letter from the JFU. Be was a generally positive person, and you still hadn’t ever seen him that excited before.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who texted you any and every update that he could when he finally got his phone back. He had been doing pretty well.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who made sure you came to the U-20 match. You sat with his parents and tried your best to explain the rules to them.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who wouldn’t stop harassing you over getting a Blue Lock TV subscription once it came out. You gave in pretty fast.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who didn’t shut up for at least a week after he came back about how he was the number one player and he was going to play for Bastard München. (He was too excited to care when you reminded him that he had tied with Rin)

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who almost cried when you surprised him at the airport right before he moved. He gave you the tightest hug of both of your lives.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who continued to text you every day even after you hadn’t seen each other in months.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who never really gave up hope. “Right person wrong time” was still a thing, right?

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who knew he was right to wait when you finally visited him.

Childhood Best Friend! Isagi who completely forgot about every single one of his accomplishments when you kissed him for the first time. The trophies, victories, and international fame didn’t matter. That would be the greatest award he would ever get.

a.n. — idk I don’t think I write Isagi right

@graciescott27

[wifelivvyx]

Coffee, Chemistry, and a Bit of Fate.(pt. 2)

ArthurTV x Reader.

The second time you saw Arthur, it was on purpose.

You weren’t about to leave things to fate again—not when your first meeting had gone so well. So, numbers were exchanged, and a week later, here you were, sitting at the same cozy café, waiting.

Outside, the rain drizzled steadily against the windows, painting streaks of water down the glass. Pedestrians bustled past, their umbrellas bobbing through the gray afternoon. Inside, the café was warm, filled with the comforting aroma of fresh pastries and rich coffee, the soft hum of conversations layering over quiet indie music.

You glanced down at your phone.

Nerdy Idiot: Running late, but I’m bringing a surprise, so technically, I’m excused.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at your lips. A few minutes later, the bell above the door chimed, and there he was—slightly damp from the rain, hoodie pulled up, carrying a coffee in one hand and a small paper bag in the other.

His eyes found yours instantly, and the grin that spread across his face sent a flutter through your stomach.

“Alright,” he announced, plopping into the chair across from you, setting the bag down between you with a dramatic flourish. “I’m a man of my word.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And what exactly did you promise?”

Arthur smirked right back. “Open it and see.”

Curious, you reached inside, pulling out—

“A croissant?” You laughed, holding it up.

“Not just a croissant,” Arthur corrected, leaning forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. “The croissant. The one I was cruelly robbed of last time.”

You shook your head, biting back a grin. “So, what, you went on a grand quest just to bring this here?”

Arthur shrugged, sipping his coffee. “What can I say? I’m dedicated.”

Warmth curled in your chest.

There was something about him—something effortless. Like you’d known each other far longer than a week.

Shaking your head, you tore off a piece of the croissant. “Alright. Let’s see if it was worth the hype.”

Arthur rested his chin on his hand, watching you closely. His smirk twitched, like he was holding back a comment, waiting for your reaction.

You chewed thoughtfully, making a show of dragging out your verdict. Then, after an exaggerated pause, you nodded. “Solid choice.”

Arthur grinned. “Told you.”

The conversation flowed just as easily as last time. He told you about the ridiculous video he was editing—how he’d nearly been kicked out of a store for filming, how he’d spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to perfect a stupid voiceover. You told him about your latest attempt at cooking, which quickly spiraled into a disaster story, prompting Arthur to lean back with a smug expression.

“I feel like I should be offended,” you teased.

Arthur smirked. “I just don’t want you setting your kitchen on fire.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging his foot under the table. “Rude.”

The minutes stretched into an hour. And then, somewhere in between laughs and stolen glances, Arthur leaned back slightly, studying you with a look that made your breath catch.

“What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

He tilted his head. “I don’t know. Just thinking about how weirdly lucky it is that I ran into you last week.”

Your heart skipped.

You kept your tone light. “Oh? You believe in fate now?”

Arthur tapped his fingers against his cup, pretending to consider. “Well… I did say that ‘right people, right time’ thing last time.” He smirked. “And yet, here we are again.”

You smiled, warmth creeping up your neck.

Maybe it was fate. Or maybe it was just a coincidence.

But as Arthur leaned in, eyes locked on yours, the world outside faded just a little. And for now?

You didn’t really care.

[xmads-omensx]

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: established relationship, mentions of stress, mentions / talks of therapy

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Life had been overwhelming recently.

Work, friendships, family, all of it. You were rapidly reaching your limit.

Your mind was all over the place all of the time, with no time for any sort of break.

You had even begun neglecting your boyfriend, Noah, who had been nothing short of perfect since you started dating.

It all came to a head one evening when you returned home to see Noah sitting at one of the barstools on our kitchen island, probably having used his spare key to get in.

You were startled, obviously, by your boyfriend’s surprise appearance in your home.

“Hey.” He greeted in a quiet tone.

“Hi.” You replied, barely above a whisper.

“Come here.” He whispered, spreading his arms out to his sides as if he was beckoning you into a hug.

You walked into his arms and let him envelope you in a hug.

Then it all came crashing down on you.

Sobs wracked your body as he held you, letting all of the past few weeks and Noah just stood there, letting you.

When he noticed your sobs weren’t letting up, he placed his large hands on your shoulders and manoeuvred you over to the sofa to sit down.

You curled into him as he allowed you to unload your stress.

As your sobs lessened, he began to speak to you.

"I know you've had a lot on your plate recently, but I'm here for you, even if you don't want me and start to neglect me, I'm here." He began in a firm tone.

"I'm here because I love you and I want to keep you safe." He what?

Shock coursed through your body as you registered the words that Noah had just uttered.

"You love me?" You whispered.

"Of course I do." He whispered, meeting your tone.

"Why?" You responded, in pure disbelief that he could possibly love you.

"Because you're you." Noah replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love everything about you."

"Really?" You asked, still in shock.

"Why wouldn't I?" Noah responded with a confused look on his face.

"Because you're you... and I'm me..." You replied quietly, fiddling with the ends of his long hair.

"Oh baby." He begins, before gushing about how he loves every single detail about you. Right down to the colour that you paint your toenails.

The rest of the night was filled with you venting and Noah reassuring you that everything was okay and that you would work together to fix it.

He even helped you set up a therapy appointment for the next week and helped you overcome your apprehension about it.

"Some therapists just don't work for you, and that's okay, we just need to help you find the right one." He smiled.

It was reassuring to know that you had such a great support system in Noah, despite having been neglecting him in the recent days.

You were just two fools in love at the ned of the day.