#wednesdays are for head canons

[sinsdaycorp]

I just want to remind everyone, Wednesday and Enid spent the night cuddled up after defeating Crackstone. For their own peace of mind, they snuggled and held each other so damn tightly - they were worried the other might disappear if they didn’t. They were worried, but holding each other close all night long, they protected each others from dreams that could have haunted them.

Enid, no matter what, to this day, still remains the only one Wednesday will not shrug away when she’s touched.

They hold hands, they occasionally fall asleep talking to each other, they share sweet soft kisses. They share little inside jokes that with one shared look will have Wednesday smirking and Enid breaking into giggles.

At the end of every day, they share time on the balcony, Enid enjoying the marrow-liquifying haunting pull of the bow across the cello strings before they curl up in their pushed together beds and spend their slumber wrapped around each other in a way that never looks comfortable, but for them, it’s the most relaxing way to sleep, legs tangled, arms clinging and wrapping around shoulders and waist, the occasional barely there kiss across the nearest flash of skin as they doze off for their sleep.

[meowmeowhissss]

☁️Larissa weems head canons☁️

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NSFW is bolded

Exp: (nsfw) blah blah blahhhh

Pet names: dear, darling, sweet thing, dove, angel, my love, my rose, sweetness

- constantly washes your clothes and the bedding (clean freak)

- rushes to the bathroom when she hears you turn on the shower

- (nsfw) presents as a top, but is the biggest bottom around town

- loves kissing your temples and cheeks

- constantly tries to get you to match her aesthetic

- 100% a sugar mommy

- spoils the shit out of you

- spends her days off cuddling you on the couch while reading a book

- messages you over and over until you respond

- clingy

- you and her job are her only priorities

- FaceTimes you during her lunch break

- only takes you to expensive restaurants

- lets you play with her hair

- praises you like she gets paid for it

- parental issues

- very easily jealous

- (nsfw) gets off from massages

- neck kisses are her weakness

- talks in a whisper when trying to sleep

- groans in her sleep

- (nsfw) shapes shifts her own strap

- loves a cup of tea before bed time

- didn’t come out as queer until later in life

- insecure about being a shape shifter, but you love it and encourage her abilities

- begs you to give her a foot massage after she’s been standing in heels all day

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[writtenicarus]

I hope that somewhere in the world, maybe in an apartment in London or a nice cottage by the coast, James has just tucked Regulus up in bed and kissed him on the forehead and now they're cuddled up and ready for bed.

[nerdanel01]

wip wednesday

No game this week, but I’ll share the opening from the next chapter of for love is strong as death, which is finally coming along 😈

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‘I don’t regret it.’

‘The last thing I want is for you to go back to Nevarra.’

‘Emmrich, I’m so glad you’re here.’

What a fool she’d been. What a naive, selfish, short-sighted idiot. How brief it had been, all the warmth and affection and gratitude and, yes, love that she had felt for Emmrich since his arrival at the Lighthouse, since their reconciliation—less than a fortnight before Agnes came to wish she had never allowed Emmrich to follow them through the eluvian and out of Nevarra to begin with.

She should have left him behind in the Necropolis, where he belonged.

“The final blight is upon you, Wardens!”

[d-llahanspade]

I started drawing Enid and then somehow shifted to a goat-wolf cryptid???

Either way it ended up looking really good

[anbadann]

Larissa Weems Headcanons (SFW)

And a pinch of nsfw.

She would *love* to just hug you, especially from behind and at the waist.

When Larissa wants attention she wouldn’t ask because the blonde fears that you would be annoyed or she’s interrupting something. That’s when you come in to comfort and cuddle with her(or be a absolute whore.)

Every once in a while, Larissa would have anxiety/panic attacks. The blonde relies on you to help clear her mind.

Larissa would worry, a lot. From if you say “later,” but the time never comes, to planning and perfecting the Rave’in.

She loves when you wear a crop top, especially lace ones that give her imagination something to work with. Sometimes when you wear it, she gets so distracted that the blonde forgets that she was working on a important email.

Making sure your safe and happy is a must. She’ll ask/check in on your throughout the day, Larissa would give you her own snacks and drinks if you were hungry. Basically she’s a service top.(or bottom, just saying)

[enidsinclajr]

idk what other people head canon enid's middle name as but i've chosen phoebe for my fics after i went and googled greek names relating to the moon and it fits perfectly, at least to me cause:

means 'bright' or 'shining' which suits enid well

not technically a moon goddess, but the name is related to a number of them

is the goddess of prophecy (love that connection to wednesday hehe)

idk it just matches well. sounds very enid like to me lol

sorry if my research is wrong but i just thought it fit so well lol. i actually ended up writing a fic about this at an airport gate too because why not

[dayntee]

WIP Wednesday - Ch. 20 of Arlathan U

Thanks for the tag, @luzial ! I totally didn’t have this scheduled in queue and went back to add credit for you when I got tagged, that’s crazy talk, who would do that.

So Chapter 20 is taking quite a while for a number of reasons:

New job, who dis. I just have a lot less time to write than when I was unemployed (which, you know, of course)

This is a painfully plot-heavy chapter. Lots of things are coming together here, and you're going to get a good look at some of the fundamental "AU changes" that make this version of Thedas mine

Because this is so plot-centric, I'm making it a point to both (A) make sure I haven't forgotten a bunch of hanging threads and (B) inject humor whenever I can so it doesn't get too dry or slow. After all, I wrote this as crack first.

Solas and Ellana are in totally separate areas. As the two leads, that means a lot of perspective switching and basically twice as much going on in the background.

I've been so regularly providing a weekly update, and now it's looking like this one might take up the three to complete, just because of how slow I'm going. I get bursts of writing in here or there, but there's a lot I'm keeping track of and it's been the heaviest lift thus far. Word count's over 9000 (insert Vegeta screaming here) and I'm not where I want it to be yet.

The opening's pretty solid though, so I thought I'd share a snippet of that while ya'll wait. Thank you for your patience. Big life changes are hard to manage, and I'm having fun writing this; life just needs to come first.

He took a glance over at his phone and picked it up. She’d only been there for a couple of hours, but hadn’t sent anything. Either she was still busy talking to the Veilguard or the signal truly sucked out there. 'Well, just in case.’ // S: I hope the trip out was smooth. // He didn’t anticipate getting a response anytime soon. When his phone buzzed a few minutes later, he snatched it back up again. // EL: Wasnt entirely prepared to get grilled on our relationship by my students, but otherwise- // // S: Oh? Any salacious details I should know you shared? // // EL: Those only go to Harding // Solas snorted. He was pretty sure Lace probably saw that as a punishment more than enjoyable girl talk. // EL: And sometimes Dorian // That was less reassuring.

Tags for @psykergirl and @opal-apparition if you haven’t been poked already because I can never get enough of either of you. ❤️

[alrightbuckaroo]

Happy Wednesday everyone! Hope the sun is shining wherever you are (unless it's already too hot; if it is, then I hope a nice breeze finds it way to you.)

Thanks for the tags, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @jesuisici33 and @sanjuwrites, as always! Here's some more of my Parisian summer romance. (Maybe for a minute or I might risk sharing the whole thing!)

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TK hasn’t known Carlos very long, but sometimes he feels like he’s known him forever.  He knows that he’s got two sisters, one married and one that hates the institution of marriage entirely. He knows that Carlos’ father is a Texas ranger who has a weakness for a good Chili con carne and he knows that Carlos’ mother makes the world’s best Chili con carne. 

TK knows that Carlos is a control freak and he knows that Carlos doesn’t know that he’s a control freak. He knows that Carlos has a tendency to suppress any emotion that could risk showing a crack in his cool, calm, collected demeanor. TK knows that Carlos doesn’t know TK knows that. 

So, when TK is woken up by a panicked Carlos who’s hopping out of bed, as opposed to in it, he can’t help but ask, “What’s wrong?” 

Carlos releases a flurry of words that topple over each other. The only discernible word TK can catch is ‘bed’. That mixed with Carlos’ frantic pointing at said bed causes TK to further investigate. 

“Huh?�� TK looks under the comforter as Carlos watches on. Carlos waits for TK to join him in his terror, half expecting him to jump out of the bed the way he just did. What Carlos doesn’t expect is TK disappearing under the comforter entirely, reaching for the unwelcome inhabitant. 

TK peeks his head back up, only his hair and his eyes are showing; but Carlos can tell he’s smiling. He lowers the comforter, smiling in that special type of way that Carlos simply just adores and reveals that he’s holding a tiny little creature in his palm. “It’s a lizard.” 

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tagging: @reyesstrand, @strandnreyes, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @rosedavid, @chaotictarlos, @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @basilsunrise, and here's an open tag for anyone who wants to join in on the fun (tag me back, i want to read!)

[jtl-fics]

All Hallows' Day!

WIP Wednesday - 12/20/23 (Closed) | FIC: All Hallows' Day

Kevin spends the next few hours meticulously researching about the history of epidemiology. He has a history of medicine class this semester and he's never enjoyed Aaron's company more than when they get to talk about history together.

Neil and Andrew never make an appearance during the day and he does hope that they get the backseat cleaned before he has to sit in it.

Eventually though, he can't quite manage to keep ignoring his phone buzzing in his pocket. He pulls it out and sees 'Nicky (Call me)' a name that Nicky had programmed in when he had first put his phone number into Kevin's phone ages ago and Kevin could not figure out how to change.

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[urfavisaromantic]

wednesday is aromantic!

[another-corpo-rat]

wip wednesday

tagged by @corpocyborg, ty!!! <3 tagging with no pressure!! @theviridianbunny, @wistereia, @wanderingaldecaldo & @luvwich tfw work has slaughtered most of my motivation to work on things, but i do have some wips in the pipeline, starting with the closest to done:

Pale Yellow

featuring @pozerjacket's darling boy Kauri, and Victoria in a not great mood. Titled after the woodkid song. there's just a few more paragraphs that need re-written before i comb through it again

It’s a familiar enough thing; Stunzer’s voice was always as bright as his mood when he was off-duty – and she was yet to be privy to him not in a good mood. He was one of the rare few who could claw genuine joy out of the shithole that was Night City, a skill she would perhaps envy were she a lesser woman born to parents selfish enough to bring a child into a life condemned to the gutters. But a lesser woman she was not and she’d have no need for it now, not with a one-way ticket booked for London. First-class of course, because she wouldn’t allow herself to suffer lesser.  She was in agony enough as his smile and tone grated against already raw nerves. “Stunzer.” She says, sharp and cold as if she was interrupting someone’s stupidity in a meeting— And really that didn’t seem far off. She did feel him utterly idiotic with that stupid smile and aggressively pleasant mood. Painfully genuine and foolish for it. But not entirely so, at her word the switch flips and his bright smile drops into something more presentable, practiced. Professional. Good. She did keep his contact details for reasons beyond warming her bed. “I have a job for you,” and she could do without her voice sounding rough to her own ears; the words rasping against her coarse throat, “no fixers, no middlemen. Meet me on the Ebunike in Northside if you’re interested, Maelstrom shouldn’t give you any trouble.” She cuts the call before he can speak and wonders why she didn’t just send a text.

That Unwanted Animal

and then there's the untitled very much in the planning stages smasher-getting-pegged fic thats still in the bullet-points format in my document atm. even the title is a placeholder from the amazing devil song

“Fuck you, Blondie.” “If that’s what you’d prefer.” There’s enough of a pause that he seems to be considering it, his jaw working as if he’s caught the safe-word between his teeth and is shaping it with his tongue. “Or,” she croons, with the practiced softness of a suit guiding someone towards the answer they want, “you get on your back instead. See how you feel then.” “And how the fuck will that help?” A click of her tongue, derisive. “You think I let the dolls look at me?” Another pause, another moment of consideration. It’s a bold-faced lie and he knows it, knows she’d sooner break their jaws for looking away rather than forcing their head into the pillows. But it’d hardly be the first time they accepted one another’s lie for their own sake, twisting and working with it just enough to iron out the kinks in their reasoning. Safely tossed away immediately after, to be brought up only when their bickering turns to arguments and a way to shake the other’s foundation. Her success is marked by another huff and the deep dip of the bed as he rolls to adjust his position, ungraciously kicking her in the turn. His smirk is too wide and the late ‘move’ too amused for it not to be purposeful. But her annoyance is short-lived, much shorter than she’d like but— anger is a difficult thing to hold onto as he gets comfortable, the air stolen from her lungs with the picture. [describe adam here. Be horny with it] Those thick legs frame her now as she settles between them, trailing a hand along his inner thigh and almost regretting having him on his hands and knees in the first place. Almost. If she didn’t suggest it for his sake; comfort was rarely a luxury offered in either of his lives, because what does an 8ft war machine need of goose-feather pillows and a gentle hand? Nothing, if he were to be asked, but he was extending a deeper trust than she expected, and so it was the least she could offer in return.

[allylikethecat]

Talk Shop Tuesday:

Since I loooove headcanons, could we get some about Fictional!Mattys relationship with Carly, Adam and baby Christopher in OAF 🤗🥹

Yess Talk Shop Tuesday! I deeply apologize that this came in after I had shut my laptop for the night so I could focus on The Familiar (so far, not as good as Ninth House but I'm still enjoying it I think) so I am just now answering it, BUT this is a FANTASTIC question and one I have gotten VERY excited about omg! Here are some of my personal headcanons for On a Friday pertaining to Fictional!Matty's relationship with Fictional!Carly, Fictional!Adam and Christopher!

Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly were actually friends long before Fictional!Matty met the boys

Everyone thought Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly were going to end up together before they both ended up presenting as omegas as teenagers and then it was like ah yes they are platonic life partners / BFFs forever

Fictional!Matty's parents are both betas, where as Fictional!Carly's are an Alpha/Omega pairing, meaning that Fictional!Matty spent a lot of time at Fictional!Carly's house growing up, and her parents were the ones that gave him a lot of the initial omega talks

Fictional!Matty was initially a little apprehensive when Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam started dating even though he was the one that set them up, like that was HIS Fictional!Carly but then he ended up becoming the biggest supporter of their relationship when he saw how happy they both were

Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly did one of those weird not recommended blood pact things when they were teenagers and consider each other the closest of family / pack

Fictional!Matty was there every step of the way when Fictional!Carly got pregnant (even though it stirred up some weird feelings for him) and Fictional!Carly couldn't have imagined making it through without Fictional!Matty at her side

As far as Christopher is concerned, Fictional!Matty is "Uncle Matty" and he fully doesn't realize that Fictional!Matty and Fictional!Carly aren't actually brother and sister - he basically has three parents

When Christopher was first born, a small section of the internet was convinced that he was actually Fictional!Matty's (that small section of the internet is still convinced that) and just assumed he had gotten pregnant and had him during lockdown

Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George are VERY close obviously, but Fictional!Matty is much closer to Fictional!Carly and therefore by default Fictional!Adam

The "good" guest room at Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam's is Matty's

Fictional!Matty takes Christopher on special "Chris and Matty" adventures when Fictional!Carly and Fictional!Adam want alone time

When they went on the At Their Very Best Tour (SATVB didn't happen in this universe) Christopher didn't understand why both Fictional!Matty AND Fictional!Adam were gone, usually he got to have one or the other

Sometimes Fictional!Adam lays in bed at night and wonders how his child ended up being SO MUCH like Fictional!Matty

Thank you so much for sending this super fun ask! I hope these were the kind of head canons you were looking for? I feel like I might have just gone into more of their history but oh well.... they are all besties and it is great. I hope you continue to enjoy On a Friday and that you are having a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[spinderella-umbrella]

Peter did it all for love.

I have this head-canon that Peter was in love with Bellatrix; all consuming, obsessive, love at first sight that took him by the throat from the first time he saw her.

I think 11 year old Peter made a decision then and there, that he would do anything to be in her orbit, and his line of thinking landed him in Gryffindor.

At first, this was in the form of befriending Sirius. This looked like an obsession in itself, with Sirius and by extension, James, because he didn’t have anything in common with either of them, and had no idea how else to ensure they kept him around.

But then Sirius was disinherited, and no longer Bella’s favourite cousin. He turned to Regulus, which ended up being a much better fit. They bonded because at the time, they were both feeling as if they had something to prove and were both disgruntled and disappointed by Sirius’ decisions.

Things were heating up in the war, and when the marauders hadn’t even noticed that Peter and Regulus were friends, Regulus realised that Peter is in the perfect position to be a double agent.

Perhaps they were friends for a while. I think that the war would have separated them, some, which is why when Regulus turned on his master, Peter was none the wiser. Perhaps Regulus knew he couldn’t trust Peter- he was a demon of his making, wasn’t he?

Of course, Peter said yes to being a double agent. Because if he became a Death Eater, he would be closer to Bella. And that’s what it came down to, impressing the Dark Lord, and by extension, Bellatrix.

It wasn’t enough that he had been a successful double agent for years, it wasn’t enough to be on their side. To get Bella to love him, he had to do something big. A grand gesture, if you will. She would surely leave her husband for him if he demonstrated his power and dedication.

He gave up one of the first people he had been able to call a friend. Someone who trusted him enough to be the secret keeper and protect his family. And for all Sirius had done, he had to pay for his crimes. He convinced Sirius not to tell anyone of the change of plan- he already didn’t trust Remus. He was ripe to be framed. And framed he was. Peter led him to a street full of people, and blew it up. For Bella. For Regulus. For the hell of it.

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

Wip Wednesday| Instructions on Mindful Focus | chapter 1 | Past posts: X X X X X X X X X X X X

He hesitated, [no doubt calculating any number of things]. Martha could almost see the battle between his well-honed suspicion that has no doubt kept him alive all this time and his Wisconsin breed need to return polite small-talk. Agent Hunt answered slowly, like he was warily picking his way through a verbal minefield, "They're confused… They aren't really sure how or why they were taken in for crimes they'd never committed." Agent Hunt looked weary, admitting, "They've been asking if I can come stay for awhile. I think they're still a bit rattled." Martha made a note to see what she could do to grant that request. Agent Hunt seemed to be a protector at heart and it must be painful to not be there for his family. It would be better to return him to his flock.

[thelionheartedo3]

After I finish camelot au in 900 years I'm gonna have to drop all the ramblings I have that don't actually fit into the story