#woc headcanon

[praxcrown5]

Carsona: Praxy

I should be working on important stuff...but decided to draw up my carsona, instead. If I was in the WOC, I'd be a beige 2007 Saturn Ion with "earrings" on both rearviews (the one on the right changes daily, the one on the left is always a piston cup) and blue "lipstick." She and her husband, Tarlin (a 1999 Mercury Cougar), run a rock and outdoor adventure shop in Radiator Springs (where Mr. Feeler used to be). They were part of the first wave of new business to move into the town during it's LMQ era Renaissance.

Even tho I inked this, it's still very unpolished (no proportion adjustments or cleaned up lineart--you can sill see where I corrected the markers with a white gel pen). Been trying to sketch cars every day, challenging myself to get better with perspective and whatnot. She started out as one of my sketches.

Sketches from today. Trying to draw Ghost (an OC from my fanfic) from memory...

[lenaplush]

🚗My headcanon about relatives of cars.🚗

I think that cars are made in a factory. The factory is very complicated, I can't even figure out exactly how. But it is, of course, very important for them. Factories work non-stop. Cars are small at first, and then they grow up (magic, no matter how)) it may not be exactly as I drew it, but it's approximately.

Some initially do not have biological parents, they are looked after in an orphanage in the first days, they are taught all the most important things, and then they live their machine life, and can find a parental, brotherly, etc. figure (for example, how Doc became like a father or grandfather for McQueen) they are quite independent on their own. They learning how to car! 🥺

But some babies are ordered from the factory, or waited for, and taken by parents (like, for example, Francesco's mother did, most likely he was made to order because they look alike)

As far as I remember, Francesco is the only one whose biological parent we saw. But I could be wrong! Aww cute drawing)

My headcanon can easily be destroyed if the parents of other characters become known.

One of the confirmations of this headcanon is that the Mater's sister does not look like him. But most likely the creators of the cartoon did not care, because it is one of those cases when in cartoons relatives of characters we have never heard of suddenly appear. There are some slight similarities, well ok it's Mater)

[praxcrown5]

What it's like to be the parent of a child going through their first appetency phase in my World of Cars headcanon...except rather than a fish, it's their older sibling or a metal statue that they discovered at the local park.

[isabelckl]

his to keep (smut)

carl gallagher x collateral!fem!reader

your brother was dumb enough to use you as collateral for his drug debt with Carl Gallagher. Now you’ve ended up in his house—waking up in a dimly lit room, completely alone, with no idea where you are or what he plans to do with you.

cw⚠︎: 18+ NSFW, age gap (no minors), dubcon elements, mild violence/threats, language, degradation, name callings

Your brother really outdid himself this time.

One night, he made the most reckless, heartless decision possible—he sold you to Carl Gallagher and his guys. Just handed you over like you were nothing more than a bag of groceries. Carl didn’t even blink. Took the deal immediately. Your brother had a habit of buying drugs he couldn’t afford, and this time, instead of coughing up the cash, he offered you as payment.

And Carl? He accepted.

You knew who Carl was. You’d seen him around before—heard his name whispered in your brother’s messier circles. You knew your brother had done business with him more than once. But you’d never interacted with Carl yourself. You stayed away from all that. You didn’t do drugs, didn’t hang out with people who did. You kept your head down.

But now, all that distance meant nothing.

Now, Carl Gallagher knew exactly who you were. And you weren’t going anywhere. Now, you’re waking up in a dimly lit room. Your body aches from the awkward position you must've been in. The air is heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and silence.

You slowly sit up, eyes scanning the space. It’s bare cold. Just shadows and silence. You get up and walk toward the door, heart pounding in your chest.

Before your hand even reaches the doorknob, it creaks open from the other side.

Carl Gallagher stands there. Leaning casually against the frame like he’s been waiting. Arms crossed. That smug look on his face that makes your stomach twist.

“Well hey there, sweetheart,” he says, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “Find what you’re lookin’ for?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. “This ain’t a hotel room, so don’t get any ideas about sneakin’ out.”

Then he steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re here ‘cause your brother owes me money. And since he’s too much of a screw-up to pay up, you’re the collateral now.”

He gestures to the couch like he owns everything in this room, including you. “Come on. Sit. Let’s talk about how this is gonna work.”

You stare at him, confused and stunned. Your voice barely comes out. “My brother what...?”

Carl chuckles, dark and humorless. “He sold you to me. Came up short again. No surprise there. So I gave him a choice, cash or something else of value. Guess which one he picked?”

He leans in, eyes locking with yours, cold and unwavering. “You.”

You shake your head slowly, disbelief sinking in. “I know he’s an asshole… but seriously? When can I go… home?”

Carl stops pacing and turns toward you, smirk fading into a sneer. “Home? You really think you’re goin’ anywhere?”

He steps closer, voice low and sharp. “Not until your brother pays me back. Every damn cent. And even then…” he pauses, eyes narrowing, “I might just keep you around. Never know when I’ll need another little guarantee.”

Before you can step back, Carl grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “So don’t waste your breath, sweetheart. You’re mine now. Whether you like it or not.”

You turn your head away from his grip, eyes drifting around the room. It’s a living room, technically but the guns on the wall, the locked cabinets, the tension in the air—it screams something else entirely.

You glance back at him. “Are you… a drug lord or something?”

Carl just gives you that crooked grin.

He doesn’t have to answer. Carl takes a step back, a trace of pride in his voice.

"Drug lord? No," he says with a shrug. "More like a businessman. I provide a service. People want it, they pay me. Simple as that."

He nods toward the wall lined with firearms, each one looking like it has a story of its own.

"Those? Tools of the trade. Helps keep things... orderly around here."

You watch him move to a nearby table where he casually pours himself a shot of whiskey. He drinks it in one quick motion, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and speaks again.

"This life isn't pretty. There's violence, betrayal, all kinds of nasty stuff.”

You stay quiet. You slowly nod, your eyes drifting to the details of the room just to avoid looking at him directly. There's tension in your shoulders, and you try to hide it by pretending to study the setup.

"Are you alone here?" you ask, your voice soft but curious.

Carl looks around the room like he's doing a quick check before answering.

"No. I have a few guys working for me. Keep an eye on things, handle business. They're not here right now. Probably out on runs or handling other stuff."

He leans against the table again, arms crossed. He watches you closely, and there's a slight smirk on his lips.

"But with you here, things might start shifting. Could use someone with your... particular set of talents, if you know what I mean."

You meet his eyes, your brows rising slightly. You shake your head quickly.

"I'm not interested."

Carl chuckles. It's a deep, gritty sound that fills the room.

"I figured you'd say that. But that’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts."

He pushes off the table and starts walking toward you. His steps are slow, controlled, and deliberate.

"For now, let’s just get you settled."

He stops right in front of you. His presence feels heavy, like he takes up more space than he should.

"You’re gonna need clothes. Food. A real place to sleep. Can’t have you starving or freezing on my watch."

You glance up at him, your voice quiet. "Yeah... okay." There's something with this man that makes you terrified, leaving you not to question anything, now.

A small smile forms on his face, like he's satisfied with your answer.

"Good girl."

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and lets them jangle for a second, but he doesn’t hand them over yet.

"Room’s upstairs. Second door on the left. There’s clothes in the dresser and toiletries in the bathroom."

He tucks the keys back into his pocket instead.

"Consider them a welcome gift. But don’t lose them. You’ll regret it."

Carl’s tone shifts again, firm but calm.

"If you need anything, you come to me. No one else. Understand?”

You nod slowly, feeling awkward. "Got it. Thank you.. You're kind for someone as..” You trailed off, not knowing whether to continue or not.

That earns another laugh from him. He shakes his head, clearly amused.

"Kind? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of what’s mine."

Then he steps in closer again. His voice lowers, quiet and tense.

"You’re under my protection now. That means you follow the rules. No smart remarks. No games. You step out of line, we’ve got a problem."

His hand rises, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is soft, unexpected.

"But since you seem to get it, I’ll give you a pass. For now."

Carl turns away and heads for the stairs without looking back.

"You owe me," he says as he climbs. "And I always collect.”

After showing you to your room, Carl disappears into the kitchen, and the faint clatter of dinner being made fills the silence. When he calls you down with a cold “Dinner’s ready,” you find him already at the table, watching you with a dark, unreadable stare, like he’s already decided something you don’t know yet. The meal is quiet and tense. After finishing his drink, he tells you not to wander. “You wouldn’t make it to the gate.” Then he heads to the basement. Left alone, you clean up and eventually drift into a dim, dusty library. You barely have time to breathe in the scent of old pages before you feel Carl behind you. His presence is heavy and calculating.

“Find anything interesting?” he asks, his voice low and echoing slightly through the quiet space.

You glance over your shoulder as he leans casually against a shelf nearby, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He studies you like he’s trying to figure out what page you’re on before you’ve even opened the book.

“The library’s my favorite part of the place,” he says. “Always liked the smell of old pages, the quiet. Not often I’ve got someone to share it with.”

He starts pacing through the aisles, his fingers brushing along the book spines with familiarity.

“What brings you here, hmm?”

You shrug and pick up a book at random, not even looking at the title.

“I don’t know… just thought of doing something.”

Carl raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your vague answer.

“Something, huh? Could be worse. At least it’s not stirring up trouble.”

He steps closer, just enough to peek at the book you picked.

“Ah. Poe,” he murmurs. “Always had a soft spot for the twisted ones. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart,’ ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’... good stuff. Messed-up, but honest.”

He straightens and folds his arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.

“But let’s be real. You didn’t come down here to talk literature. What’s really on your mind?”

You look up at him, uncertainty tightening in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m still… looking?”

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Still looking. For what, exactly?”

Before you can answer, he closes more of the distance between you. His voice drops to something softer — not gentle, but more private.

“This place can be stifling. But it’s not just hallways and locked doors. If you’re curious enough, there’s plenty worth discovering.”

He leans in, his breath grazing your ear.

“Want to explore some of the more… intimate corners of the estate? Find out what doesn’t make it into the house tour?”

His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and steady, nudging you gently between the shelves.

“Say the word, and I’ll show you a side of this mansion no one else has seen.”

You glance up at him, startled but unsure why your pulse quickens.

“Intimate corners?” you repeat, your voice shaky, trying to laugh it off with a nervous smile.

Carl smiles too — but it’s a different kind of smile. One that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You step back, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze as you turn to the books on the shelves once more. “I have a boyfriend,” you lie, feeling a pool of heat between your legs at the situation immediately.

Carl frowns, clearly displeased by your rejection. "Boyfriend, huh? I figured you'd cling to some naive notion of love and loyalty. It doesn't matter to me, though."

Carl steps closer again, his voice low and menacing. "You're under my roof now, and my rules apply. No more discussions about outsiders or commitments. You're mine to toy with, and that's final."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. "Now, let's try this again. Are you going to be a good girl and follow my lead, or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

You look up at him, gulping before stepping back, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

His grip on your wrist tightens as you attempt to pull away. "Too bad, sweetheart. You're already here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so."

Carl yanks you back against him forcefully, pinning you between his body and the bookshelf. "Now, I asked you a question. Are you going to behave, or do I need to demonstrate what happens when you disobey?"

His free hand snakes around to cover your mouth, silencing any protests. "Shh, none of that. You're not in control here; I am. And I always get what I want."

He presses his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the hardness growing beneath his jeans. "So, are you going to be a good little slut for me, or do we need to have a little fun first to teach you your place?"

You breathe heavily as you look up at him, the dim library lights casting shadows across your face. You shake your head, reluctantly.

He tightens his grip on her wrist, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. "No, Mia. You're not in a position to shake your head or refuse me. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say."

He slides his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Breathe, baby. We're just getting started."

With his other hand, he hiked up your skirt, exposing your panties to the cool air of the library. "Looks like someone is already getting excited. Isn't that cute?"

He rubs his palm against your clothed pussy, feeling the heat building through the fabric. "You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good, even if it means submitting to me."

He leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You're so wet,” He whispered before setting your panties aside.

You keep your eyes shut tight, body trembling as Carl's fingers grazed your bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His touch was electric, igniting a fire inside you that you couldn't control. You arch into him, craving more of his attention, more of this forbidden pleasure.

His fingers dipped between your folds, stroking your sensitive skin with expert precision. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmurs, teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

You moan, the sound muffled against his palm. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, chasing the intense sensations he was creating.

Carl didn't disappoint. He circled your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your knees weak.

"You like that, don't you? Getting fingered in a library where anyone could walk in and see what a dirty slut you are for me."

His words should have horrified you, but they only turned you on more. The thought of being caught, of being seen as Carl's plaything, was strangely exhilarating.

He pushes a finger inside you, then another, stretching you open. His pace was relentless, driving into you with deep, purposeful strokes.

"Come on," he coaxes, voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers. Show me what a good girl you can be."

Your body tense, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

Carl seemed to sense your hesitation. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles around the sensitive nub.

"Let go, baby," he commanded, fingers pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt. "I know you're close. Just let it happen."

With a sharp cry, you did as he said. Your orgasm crashes over you, waves of blinding pleasure radiating from your core. You convuls around his fingers, juices flooding out of you and coating his hand.

He kept fingering you through it, drawing out your climax until you were shaking and spent.

Finally, he pulls his hand away, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring your taste with a satisfied groan.

"Delicious," he said, eyes locked on yours.

After Carl left you there, you felt used. Used and disgusted with yourself for letting a stranger finger fuck you in the library. You hurry upstairs, showered, hoping the hot water would wash away the remnants of your body's response to his touch. But as you stand under the spray, hands roaming your curves, you couldn't escape the way your pussy clenched at the memory.

You slept it off, but in the middle of the night, you woke up to someone eating your pussy. The room was dark, but you knew it was Carl by the way he grunts against your clit. He spreads your legs wider, pushing them up towards your chest as he dove in, tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, your cunt tastes even better than I imagined," he growls before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your back arch off the bed, hands fisting in his hair as he devoured you. His tongue was relentless, thrusting inside you, stroking your walls, lapping up your juices. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to the intensity.

"Your little pussy is so greedy for me," he pants, coming up for air. "Bet you've been fingering yourself thinking about my cock all night."

"N-no," you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

He chuckles darkly, "Liar. Dirty little slut like you can't get enough of my touch. I just know you're a slut who'll let a stranger fuck her the moment I saw you."

Then he was back between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your wet heat. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and licking until you are a writhing mess beneath him.

"Come for me," he demands. "Let me feel this slutty cunt spasm on my fingers again."

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name. He didn't let up, fingers pumping in and out as he rode out your climax.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Carl crawled up your body. His jeans were undone, cock springing free, hard and thick. "My turn now."

He grabs your legs, pushing them back towards your chest as he notches the head of his dick against your entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips already snapping against yours. "Gonna wreck this perfect little cunt."

He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the room filling with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans.

"Take it, slut," he growls, one hand gripping your throat. "This is what you were made for - being stuffed full of my cock."

He angles his hips, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. Your pussy fluttered around him, greedy for more.

"That's it," he pants. "Milk my dick with this slutty cunt. Fucking hell..."

His rhythm grew erratic, chasing his own release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck hard enough to leave marks. "Fucking cum on my cock like a good girl," he commanded. "Now.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching around Carl's cock like a vice. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you. "Fuck yes, that's it. Squeeze my dick, slut."

He thrust through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure. Your moans echo off the walls, mixing with his grunts.

With one final snap of his hips, he hilted himself and came with a low growl. His cock throbs, pumping hot seed into your spasming cunt. "Take it all, baby," he pants, grinding against you. "Every last fucking drop."

As the aftershocks subsided, he collapsed on top of you, still buried inside. You were both sweaty and panting, hearts racing. He nuzzles into your neck, lips brushing your skin.

"Goddamn," he murmurs, voice rough. "That was... something else."

He lifts his head to look at you, dark eyes smoldering. "I'm not letting you go now. You're mine."

He kisses you then, deep and filthy, tongue tangling with yours. You could taste yourself on him, musky and sweet. He rolled his hips lazily, his softening cock slipping out of you.

"Clean me up," he orders, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Taste how good we are together.”

....

[amethystheartsx]

LADS MEN WITH DESI GIRL HCs.

Alright ladies its my first time making any post on my own on Tumblr, its 3 in the morning and I am on my leuteal phase so, yeah, the grammar in this sucks cuz if you haven't guessed it already, English isn't my first language, also this isn't proof read either. I just had my phone and messy ADHD brain filled with ideas. Anyways, THIS IS FOR MY DESI GIRLS AROUND THE WORLD. Seriously tho I made this because every time I read any headcanon it was hard to relate with most of the things, so I took matter into my own hand with encouragement from @syluskiwifeyyy so enjoy my Desi babies.(under the cut)

Xavier:

This boy is enthralled by you, its not just the golden tan of your skin that gets him, its those deep dark eye and luscious thick hair too.

Xavier is a foodie I can totally see him loving the Desi meal you both cook together (well you cook and he stands their holding your utensils for you, maybe pass the spices, will pout after handing the wrong one)

I see him as being a gol Gappay fan boy

Xavier will sit quietly and hear you talk about your people.

Also about the shenanigans of your relatives.

If you show him any nakhre, he will be confused at first but do his best to make you happy and fulfill your demands (and you will melt in an instant because...look at him!)

He strikes me as the guy to deeply appreciate the culture, and will actively try to learn more about it.

He will also be the kind that your parents will approve off, sweet kind caring, with government job and oh so innocent looking (but only we know the real deal hehe)

Xavier is also respecting of religion so if it comes down to it he will wait till marriage (tho I bet all boys will since they are respectful, and understanding and oh so very patient, So i won't be adding this point in the rest).

Xavier will partake in all your traditional festivities, and since your parents love him he will be there following you while holding your anchal (catch him glaring at the relatives who did you wrong lol).

Huge fan of saree's, will get you beautiful waist chains to wear over them with his initial on them (because of course he will).

Will give you nothing less then queen treatment because a that is what you deserve.

Will wakeup early just to see the the morning sun make your skin glow.

Xavier will sweep you of your feet so fast your own parents will push you towards the marriage, not to let a gem like him slip

Xavier loves when you put henna on your hand. He finds it so alluring.

I can see him holding your hand and lovingly trace the pretty patterns on it and then kiss the palm. And when he sees his name artistically hidden in the design, he.will.melt.

All blushy and giggly like the love sick fool he is.

"So does that mean we are now together forever my little star"

Rafayel.

Now this man will love the way you will dress, the vibrant colors and intricate designs of your clothing that sets you apart from the others.

He love LOVES that you wear your culture with pride.

Will buy you the fanciest of Bengals and most expensive jhumkas.

Will paint you in them, especially in the golden hours.

Sharara is his favorite because it makes you look like a princess in his eyes.

May or may not use your duppata to wear as his own (he wants to match with you come on)

Like Xavier will also hear you ramble about your relatives, but will not be quiet about it nu huh.

He WILL have a thing or two to say to them if they meet him ( but one glare from you and he is sat)

You parents do like him, yes, but most of the time they are like ???? While interacting with him.

Oh and if you show him nakhre, he will show YOU nakhre. (But you will win the contest ofcourseeee)

Rafayel not only respect culture he cherishes it. I see him integrating few things into his daily lives.

Also he will draw the most beautiful henna design on your hand, not just on occasions but anytime he feel like it, or you ask for it. (might do it on your whole body you never know)

He will share some of his lemurian culture with you too

And you both will end creating a mix of the two and make personal family tradition that will be followed with ages to come.

I feel like once you get to the point of marriage, Rafayel will make it such a beautiful and soulful day. He will be pulling all stops to make the dreamiest wedding come true, after all you are his beloved bride *sigh*

Zayne.

Congratulations you are your parent's second favorite now.

And you will be marrying him.

If zayne is not every Desi parents dream son-in-law idk what he is. (Tall, handsome and DOCTOR)

Now for zayne he loves you, so much. Everything about you is enticing to him. But damn it girl why are you getting dizzy every time you stand up.

Best believe he is going to take Care of your anemic ass.

Will ask for kheer whenever you feel like spoiling him and ask him what he wants you to cook for him.

Zayne is a shalwar qameez enthusiast I don't make the rules.

Its elegant, its classy, its comfy, hell he wears the men one whenever he can.

Especially with floral print and/or embroidery.

Will handle your nakhre like a pro, the fire is extinguished before it could even burn.

And he does it like its an honor for him, his sweet gentle smile and those loving eyes.

Yep zayne loves that he is the one...maintaining you (ykwim)

Brings you gajray almost everyday after work. He loves to see you wear them.

Zayne is the kind of guy will encourage you to embrace your feminity.(is thats what you want of course)

Loves your long hair, no matter the type but he seems like wavy hair kinda guy.

Will put flowers in your braids, jasmine specifically.

Zayne will also be the kind to listen and only speaking when you specially ask him too, he is a rock. The most reliable guy to have with you.

During family events he will socialize to show he is willing to be the part of, not just the family but the whole damn village (cuz you know we Desi have bi as fuck families.)

Zayne will come home to see you doing your thing weather it be work or reading or cleaning he just comes behind you and hug. "It was long day with out you meri Jan" (siiwskjsoshs).

Also also also after you are married he is the type to call you "begum" (I am throwing myself off a cliff aisisisiwow)

Sylus

Someone posted something along the lines that you will make this guy go back to his dragon roots the moment he sees you in a shiny lehnga and gold jewelry

Don't be surprised if you find yourself in a cave being hoarded away by him lol.

But no seriously he loves that you like gold or wear gold because now he has a reason to spoil you with the most expensive accessories money could buy

Now sylus is also a Saree guy but will also appreciate a lehnga too, specially when you do the twirl in them.

"Its for the culture darling" he says "the girls in Desi culture wear gold ear rings straight out of the womb" you have no idea who told him that, he just knows.

Loves it when you show him nakhre, cuz now he has a reason to spoil you rotten.

Your snobby relatives just don't exist any more lmao (jk jk...or am I?)

Sylus is also a foodie so whenever you make something for him he would be over the moon delighted, and will compliment with every bite.

This happens every single time no matter how long you two have been together.

Sylus will go above and beyond for traditional festivals. Will be doing the most honestly.

No you do not need that many pathakay, this isn't some kind turf war damn it sy.

Oh yeah your parents love him too he is so charming, suave and successful fruit seller. (They don't care where the money is coming from their daughter is now rich!)

Also out of all the guys I can only see him being a fan of cricket honestly so if you like that then you two will be having a blast watching it together.

Will stop you from throwing the TV when your team looses lol.

Sylus will always be there for not just you but your entire family, your Lil sibling got in trouble with the wrong crowd, Luke and Kieran are there to kick their ass.

Everyone's favorite damad jee.

And boy oh boy when you get to the wedding stage, yeah, this man is putting ambani to shame, mhm mhm.

Sylus will indulge in everything you ever wanted to do, will do everything your parents never let you do. He will heal that inner child of tours without even knowing.

Caleb

Cooking dates, cooking dates COOKING DATES AAAAARGH.

doesn't matter if you hate cooking, you will be sitting their like the pretty girl you are as he works around the kitchen cooking up the most banging chicken Tika biryani and all you have to do is keep your pretty brown eyes on him.

Caleb is a pilot of course your parents Love him duh.

Caleb is very possessive man so yes you will be accompanied by him where ever you are going. He just might the your duppata with his watch on purpose.

Caleb is more on the side of indo-western. He Loves you in Kurti and jeans and outfits like that but damn it you look good in everything how is he suppose to choose.

"Now we are stuck together for good pips"

Teases you about your nakhre, but will be bending over backwards to keep you happy.

Oh and you are only allowed to show him those nakhre, do it in front of any other male specie and he will be huffing and puffing and all up and over you.

"Pips let me do it for you, tell me what is it that you want?"

You two are getting Desi street food all the time even if he complains his cooking is better he will do it for you.

Caleb will occasionally snitch on you to your parents behind your back tho, but not to get you in trouble but to make sure his parents will trust him more to take care of you (hey in this house we like our men a little crazy)

What can I say he is just looking out for you.

You and Caleb will always be fighting for your lives during ludo and you will flip the board cause why is winning again and again, its YOUR game for fucks sake.

But if you want to short circuit his brain just put those pretty tanned legs of your on display, even tiny bit. He is gone. Caleb exe has stopped working.

When he confesses to you he does it in the mist sharukh khan way possible (ifykyk)

Is pretty sappy and romantic. On your anniversary he will learn and okay the song "suraj huwa Madham" on his guitar (ajwhwusjs)

Every time you bicker he makes it up with gajray as well.

[stargirlfics]

sweet as silk, just like lavender

Alfred Pennyworth can’t keep his hands off you even if he tried

1.3k words - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: semi-public sexual acts, exhibitionism

from this ask prompt: alfred being obsessed with having his fingers inside you at all times

He always had you so eager for these moments, even if you were shy to admit it, Alfred could always tell by the way you melted into the flex and curl of his fingers buried between shaking legs, that you loved this just as much as he did.

Muffled moans and the hushed curses that leave your parted mouth are just encouragement, the loveliest kind of reward for a man so enraptured by the way his fingers filled you this perfectly. 

It’s like you were made for him and must be why he can’t ever get enough. 

Always left aching with need at the thought of watching you unravel before him, sweet and sticky folds parting for a thick middle finger because he was far from undisciplined in taking the time to stretch you out, he liked to be thorough with you.  

And judging by the way you were already grinding your hips into the pump of his forearm, the slick mess from your pussy leaking around his knuckles, Alfred thought maybe he could fit in a third after all. 

“Please! Feels so good, oh god…” You’re pleading, unable to keep your body from chasing after his touch, desperate for more but also painfully aware of where you were. 

You were supposed to be keeping quiet, had promised you’d behave and not draw attention to the creaking wood of the reading bench tucked in this quiet section of Wayne Manor’s library.

It was just impossible to do so when he leaned in like he was doing now to hush your cries with his free hand.

“Oh fuck…look at you. So gorgeous when you do that.” He groans when your tongue suctions to the two fingers keeping your mouth occupied, pleased by the frantic little whimpers he could still hear in your throat. 

It makes him throb when he glances down to watch where your pretty, greedy cunt is taking what he was giving, gripping him so tight he doesn’t think he can stop. 

He’d never want to either, not when you look up at him with glossy eyes that begged for the release so close to crashing down over you now. 

You were addictive in every sense. 

The first time Alfred remembers doing this together in precarious places it was his office at work, the memory making him smile. 

It was his fault for getting you so worked up throughout the day, he could say that, but then there was one too many heavy looks exchanged, your enticing voice in his ear asking him to touch you and suddenly he was doing exactly that, nevermind locking the door properly. 

He had you on your hands and knees that time, right there on the sofa across from his desk, being only slightly firm with his tone when he scolded you for driving him crazy but really he wasted little time before his silver beard was tickling your thighs as he tasted you and teased your clit at the same time. 

“You’re all I think about, you know that darling?”

Rumpled waistcoat’s and ties be damned when you were bared for him, the urge to devour and savor, to give and push you was too compelling. He knew right then and there that you could reach back and grab his hair and he wouldn’t mind if you tousled it.

How could he when he’d finally slid a finger inside and watched your lashes flutter, the quiver of your shoulders, that lovely little gasp and all the moans that followed. 

No, he didn’t mind one bit, it was perfect, he even had to retrieve your underwear from between the cushions afterwards. 

You’re a bit less concerned about getting caught than he is but he thinks that’s part of why he loves getting you off like this, the thrill is exciting.

It makes his heart swell and his cock harden that you trust and desire him so much to let him keep you teetering on the edge for however long he wanted to keep you there and then hearing you beg like that, he wanted to earn every praise and cry for more. 

You always listened so well too, determined to be rewarded with a ride on his fingers, reminiscent of that time in his car where he’d made such a mess of you. 

The windows were just beginning to fog when he pulled away from a heated kiss to reach over the console, curious hands roaming underneath clothes. 

Until he was touching the soft velvet that was you, moving back in for another embrace with a growl on his lips that you swallowed without hesitation. 

“What am I gonna do with you, hmm? Feels like you’re about to come all over my hand and I’ve barely started.” 

You answered with a whine then, needing to grab his shoulder to steady yourself the tighter the tension inside you swirled until he was withdrawing his touch to taste your very essence off his fingers, uninterested in keeping you waiting any longer. 

Even in the awkward confines of a car he could curl his fingers just right, nudging against that sweet, spongey spot that made you melt into pieces, the pleasure climbing with each slow and measured push of his wrist. 

Alfred could be so gentle but intense, nearly overwhelming you with bliss and leaving you happy and hazy for hours after and nothing short of that was acceptable for him. 

He’d spend hours like that if he could. 

It’s why he’s got your legs pushed back almost to your chest in this private corner of the library now, your t-shirt bunched around your waist and presently what he was using as leverage to rock you back into his thrusts. 

“Think you’re ready, love?” 

“Yes, fuck yes please. I want it…want you so bad, Alfred.” 

The way you say his name cracks something open in him and he’s fitting a third finger next to the two already filling you to the brim. 

Pulsing and warm, the added stretch has you covering your mouth to stifle the noise threatening to rip loose from your chest but the ache of pleasure just seemed to grow spreading from your center to the tips of your pointed toes. 

“That’s it, there you are such a sweet little thing. Mmm, I’m proud of you, darling.” Alfred coos against the inside of your knee.

He can’t help but swell with pride, his eyes trying to commit the sight of you to memory. 

Dew beading up on your pretty, bronze skin and the taut tremble of your muscles as he picks up pace just a little, striving to make your head fall back against the stained glass window above you. 

In his mind you deserve to be immortalized in the glass too, the vision that you are. 

His forearm braces when you jolt into his touch, fingers pushing a little deeper and keeping that relentless pressure against your walls while his thumb rubbed soothingly over your clit, again and again. 

“Ohh thank you, I’m-shit I think I’m-“ You’re trying to warn him, caught off guard by the sudden grip around your hips with his other hand, effectively keeping you in place. 

He doesn’t have to say a word, knows you’ll be dripping down his palm any second now as your head tips back and exposes your neck, pulse beating wildly.

You let yourself float away, leaning into everything you were feeling and letting go like he would want you to do, your lips meeting his again in a fiery heat, a passion so white hot you want to scream from how it makes your nerves tingle. 

But Alfred is right there to hold you together as you fall apart and he’s all you see when the pleasure begins to ebb and the warm comedown washes over you. Just like always. 

It’s delicious and delectably filthy and neither of you wanted it any other way. 

Forever thinking about being in compromising positions with that old man! This was fun to write and I hope you enjoyed! Also listened to DRIP by EVAN GIIA while writing this/brainstorming for this, the title comes from the lyrics and now I’m gonna go look at pics of Andy Serkis hands, do not disturb lmao

Thank you for reading 🫶🏾

<3 dividers by @/saradika-graphics <3

[praxcrown5]

God, I love this HC. :D

may i offer this thought for the feral racers hc

racecars are like loyal little guard dogs (not little at all. those are metal beasts) with the people they love. they just kinda like. imprint on people and its like an immediate switch to feral mode when they perceive threat and danger to loved one. and they do that thing where they try and make themselves bigger to intimidate enemies.

idk if its something similar like this has posted about or discussed before but uh yeah. the feral racers hc just kinda read to me as racecars being like dogs. wolves. instinctually wild animals. i like how strip and doc being particularly old veterans translates into them being Extra Dangerous or Extra Feral, something like that. though i dont even think racecars get normaller the newer/younger. i think the next gens are just a different flavor of freak (i.e. chewing, zoomies) like they're domesticated sort of in a way

YES YES exactly

ok many thoughts. lets see here

so ive been thinking about this and. the thing is. that part of what makes this headcanon so fun is that theres actually canon precedent, in a way.

Lightning for example. is crazy protective. like instantaneously. zero forethought, action only, putting himself between the Danger and the Friend.

some examples:

in cars TVG, Chick hires the DRH to rob Mack so Lightning will be without supplies for the upcoming race. when Lightning hears that Mack was very upset about it from Sheriff, he gets so pissed off he takes to the streets, tracks the DRH down, and proceeds to spend all night chasing and beating the shit out of them until they drop his stuff. not because he was Robbed, but because they Upset Mack.

i think its funny that Sheriff doesnt say Anything. he just nods in agreement. ...not that i think Sheriff could have stopped him though. Lightning is sort of Insane about Mack. Mack is the greatest. [two quality versions. one oldschool for nostalgia and one more HD]

in the comics (admittedly ive only read in sections), Mater was beefing with Bubba, Lightning also started to get pissed off at Bubba being rude + protective of Mater:

i dont know if Lightning would be good at fighting or get his ass beat terribly. either way, i want to watch.

next up is my favorite example: the thunder hollow crazy 8 race. Lightning LEAPS in to help Cruz several times. it is my fucking Favorite.

HERDS HER BACK OUT ONTO THE TRACK

and then he jumps in front of a speeding attack-bus and takes a metal sawblade to the drivewheel for her. NO thoughts, head empty, protect Cruz. love this man. apparently, type-c school busses can be between 10-20,000 pounds. crunch.

and my last example on this topic: the radiator springs 500 1/2:

these racers show up in town looking for trouble. its supposed to be a silly little western parody, but in terms of this headcanon it comes off as territorial as hell imo. wdym other racecars show up at his house to fight him. hello. and then they insult Stanley, which deeply upsets Lizzie:

cue getting their asses kicked by mcqueen. that is HIS freaky old woman.

[i love this short]

so yeah. my terrible guard-dog-horse-thing-car.

Doc is largely The Same:

14 billion KEEP OUT signs. shooing Lightning away from his friends family because he is A Perceived Danger. another racecar standing in his lawn barking. yeah. you territorial old wet rag.

I agree with what you said its very in line with the vibes of the headcanon yes. true and real. def like dogs/wolves, and i personally try to throw some cat/horse stuff in there too. again, i blame being an x-men/wolverine fan.

a few other tidbits from source material for funsies:

^that ones wallpaper, apparently. for like a Room. in a house. my cars wallpaper merch thats 2018 xrs drag racing diecast merchandise.

Doc was so amped to do racecar stuff again he wakes Lightning up in the middle of the fucking night to run around in circles with him the moment he shows back up in town.

they lost Guido in the fucking sand.

Cars Origins: Struck By Lightning quick aside: "everyone's going to think something is wrong with me" Lightning these are not mentally stable thoughts im so sorry.

second topic: generational/evolutionary differences.

first of all i would like to point out that my basis for strip especially being some sort of craazzy toothy freak is entirely the headcanon of @youhavehitawall that i adopted out of coolness. non has some lore about the weathers that explains it, but basically it boils down to a repeated expression of racecar genes getting more pronounced the more generations it travels down (so long as its an expressed gene).

now for the nextgens (funny calling them that in 2025. theyre all in their 30's lmfao. not saying thats 'old', but they arent rookies anymore, damn does time fly). [disclaimer: dont quote me on this, my knowledge is an approximation] in real life NASCAR, they used very old technologies right up until about 2012. carburetors, leaded gasoline, 4-gear h-box frontend transaxles, reticulating ball steering, etc. most of these things vanished from the dealership road cars between the 60's and the 90's. Meanwhile cars like Lightning and Cal are still running this stuff in the mid-aughts. so when the nextgens came along, they showed up with fuel injection, e85 15% ethanol fuel, 5-speed sequential rear-mounted transaxels, rack-and-pinion steering, bigger aluminum wheels, bigger calipers, and less ground clearance/more areo, there was a very sudden and massive shift in what sort of technology was being run in the piston cup. tech-wise, Lightning +co were very similar to cars like Chick and even Strip. the change in tech could be a good marker for other genetic shifts too. cars change much, muuuch faster generation-to-generation than mammals. its Moore's Law in a way: theyre machines. add that to the incredible 12-week turnaround in which every team booted their driver and replaced them with a 'nextgen', and ive had to spend some time wondering Why? why??? thats brutal! Doc certainly warned us, but goddamn. imagine if that happened mid-season in any real sport! holy shit! (i still want to know more about the fan's reactions to this...) in the context of this headcanon, i Also wonder about what you said, the nextgens being feral in a little bit of a 'different' way. maybe theyve got easier-to-handle temperaments; an added bonus to their overall higher speeds+better track times. uhm. Jackson being the temperament-outlier here, maybe.

to be fair, he did get fired after throwing too many fits.

Cars Origins: Storm Chasing

But yes... racecars!! they are a lottt to handle. the driver AND the incredibly powerful machine mashed into one?? hooo boy. honestly i am a bit fearful of racecars irl. very loud, very fast, smell bad, they breathe fire, etc. why not reconcile that by making the talking ones into Beasts. theyre already crazy, already quadruped, my brain just starts assigning horse/wolf to them. and some of it comes down to me loving logan-wolverine tropes. protective growly little guy with pointy teeth. yeah can i get 5 more of these little fanged bitches.

ok i have to stop yapping now this turned out quite long, but i still have Things to Say about this headcanon/worldbuilding. i didnt even get into the amazing bonds racecars seem to have with their teams/families (the 'imprinting' thing you mentioned!). very fun!!

thanks for the ask!!

[celestetumbledryer]

batfamily(´∀｀=)

TL;DR i have encountered a predominantly white area of this fandom. If possible, please humanise poc characters like you do or would love to the rest of the cast. please scroll to the bottom of this wall of text to see the inspiration for this post as well as some amazing batfamily blogs!!!!

hello!! i don’t usually make posts by myself, but i am not longer secretly passionate about this topic. this post is more about POC issues than batman. upon saying that, i will only really cover batfamily characters that the stereotypical fandom engages with.

it is ironic that i would usually just skim through a post this length so think of this as a brain…dump..? ehe. also, i have an small device so this post may seem longer to me than it is to you.

i know that i am fairly new to this part of the DC fandom, but i assure you, much unlike many other tumblr blogs, i actually do read comics!

i have been getting into batman family related comics and decided to see some fan content because i loved seeing people with shared interests!!!!

unfortunately, like any place on the internet, i have encountered prejudice and shallowness(i may contribute a little to the latter hehe….)

1.

The Kane(Batwoman) Family are non/practicing Jewish. They are also ethnically Jewish, though i am apologetic to say that i am not sure of the exact ethnicity.

2.

i am aware of Richard Grayson/Robin/Nightwing’s Romani heritage(I couldn’t find a reliable source regarding a specific group, sorry!😖 most likely Kalderash!). This character (sadly, among many others) has been heavily objectified in both the fandom and the canon. Romani characters still have often been reduced to racist jokes and stereotypes in fiction. I’ve seen head canons of Nightwing not being able to speak English growing up but rather just a Romani dialect and im just like ’???’ a foundation of his plot was that he was part of a performer(trapeze artist) in a travelling circus. This is usually influenced by racially motivated prejudice. Also, if a performer is verbal they would be very much so to entertain to entertain the audience. One thing I'd like to share is the cooking thing from my last post. I feel like cooking is a great skill to have when representing culture. It's okay to be clumsy or not the best at cooking. Not always achieving a good result when cooking is fine. However it is a life skill. Only ever ordering takeout is not the most healthy for anyone especially someone who needs alot of energy and nutrients. Take care of yourselves !

3.

Cassandra Cain/Batgirl/Orphan is usually characterised as reserved and non-verbal in the fandom space. I don’t hate this, but unfortunately leans towards a generally negative archetype in Asian women characters.

She is often depicted using very repetitive and simple words. Though her struggles with language have been portrayed through her comics, she is able to form grammatically correct sentences. Please do not infantilise this character. this is not just a problem with fiction; it happens too much with Asian people in reality. i have no ill intention against agere.

She does take things to the extreme if she so desires. You just couldn’t handle a strong traumatised woc/hj.

people really don’t like it when i say that i like this character. i have received threats. i wonder why..

Not really related, but I’d like to say that ASL is not objectively easier to learn than spoken languages regarding a popular headcanon.

4.

i've seen a lot of headcanons of a Latino Jason Todd/Red Hood(i don’t really have anything against this), so i looked more into it. I've seen people say they enjoy this headcanon simply "because he is poor" which i'm sure is not in all what it means to be Latino. i cannot speak for this group; i hope my message is received well.

5.

i’ve seen popular headcanons of a Black Steph Brown/Spoiler. i don’t really have anything to say about this. what are your thoughts?

6.

Black hair, bowl cut, intelligence and under 6ft are reasons I’ve seen people headcanon Tim Drake/(Red) Robin(which writers intended to be Jewish) as NEAsian. i think you can infer why. However, it is not a problem whether you fit into a specific group in within your identity or not.

7.

i’ve been told by multiple people that Duke Thomas/Signal is nothing more than a “token Black” character which is in itself a trope stemming from racism. Black characters are often reduced to a comic relief given little or no depth. i understand that he is a character only introduced in the last decade so there are not as many iterations compared to other bat family members, but it doesn’t make him any less interesting to be explored!

8.

I generally dislike the “demon spawn” super serious characterisation of a child Damian al Ghul Wayne/Robin. Yes, he is traumatised, but he is still a child. i know that in some iterations he is quite uptight or arrogant. this does not stop him from being a youngest child. i don’t think he would have the emotional spectrum of a rock. i believe that he is a quarter Arab(and/or Iranian??) and Han Chinese!

*this post has many flaws, please leave a message in replies or my dm if you are upset or would like to add and edit to this post!!!!

this post was inspired by @/zoomiie.net on tiktok. they explained it much better than i could ever.

“you could tell if a specific fandom in particular is explicitly majority white by the way they treat their POC character[s]”

link to video will be in notes

“let people have fun”

i do not intend to stop you.

i am speaking out about the casual racism present in fandom spaces.

here are some dc comics blogs that do not stop me from having fun.

@numberonedukethomasapologist Len creates a blog focused on the bat family character Duke Thomas(The Signal) that humanises the character in his unapologetically Black culture. it is actually the first batfamily blog i encountered !! please go support him PLEAS PLea p

@brucestalia is a Talia al Ghul centric blog that is very active(multiple posts a day), usually posting about BruTalia. the ship is usually presented with visual media, song lyrics and fan fiction.

@nightwingsgypsyrep the usertag speaks for itself! she doesn't have many posts, but there are some fun Romani Grayson(x Kory) moments !!

Holy racism, Batman!

Celeste Tumble Dryer ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[evg-pacer]

HC FOR HUM!CHARACTERS FROM CARS 2

TOMBER

- Tomber likes to eat horse intestines, as Yakuts do.

- He has spare parts, things, and tools scattered everywhere in his garage. If you ask him where the screwdriver is, he will tell you its exact location.

- HE HATES COMBING HIS HAIR, BUT SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS LOOKS NORMAL. HOWW

- Tomber and Finn have something more than friendship, maybe even flirting. But because of work, they don't move on to something more.

- He loves autumn. Dry plants, empty streets and cool weather are what you need for happiness.

ALEXANDER HUGO & IVAN

- They beat each other up even if there's no reason to

- Alex likes to piss Ivan off and then run away from an angry man.

- Ivan takes care of Alex, but without him seeing it. For example, covering a guy with a blanket when he sleeps, or doing something nice unnoticed.

- They're gossiping.

VICTOR HUGO

- Victor loves gold and elegance

- He pretends that he doesn't care at all, but in fact he doesn't.

- Black tea... mmm....✨✨

- When he gets mugged, he tries to reach out to the other person to hit him, but he can't move because of his disability. Then Alexander comes, and together they run after the offender to beat him up

[barbiiecams]

rafe and his caribbean gf in the tropical 💘

[praxcrown5]

WOC Collective Nouns

Cars: "Lot" (because pun)

Trucks: "Jake"

Boats: "Mooring"

Submarines: "Pod"

Trains: "Trailing"

That is all. *Dashes back my room to be anti social*

[rycusfunnies]

hello! i'm a zündapp fan living on the other side of the world. i thought i was the only zündapp fan but i was excited that others liked it too. after i saw zündapp drawings on the internet (yours :) i downloaded tumblr and saw the text please talk to me. and here i am writing :) i have a lot of cars and planes drawings, animations, stories but none of them are on the internet. maybe i found a suitable person to share my zündapp drawings with. (yes i can't get the right tone when talking to people) so, do you want to see it?

Might as well post them here. These are kind of outdated but I think they still hold up well. BTW LOVE UR PROF ART TEEHEEE

On this doc we separated headcanons into "Human and Car"

I gotta say I was still cooking when I made this ages ago when I had just gotten back into the fandom. I still consider this my own canon for him. I forgot who made the recruiting families HC tho forgot to say I DO NOT TAKE CREDITS FOR THAT.

[faerieemetal]

「 ✦ VAMPIRE!CHRIS MOTIONLESS HEADCANONS ✦ 」

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

please read my blog rules and guidelines before interacting. minors, blank blogs and ageless blogs, will be blocked.

‎‧₊˚✧ [ PAIRING ─ vampire!chris motionless x fem!human!reader ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ CONTENTS ─ 18+, MINORS DNI. fluff. vampirism. biting. a little bit of blood. mildly nsfw. ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ WORD COUNT ─ 200 ] ✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧ [ DISCLAIMER/CREDITS ─ images found on pinterest. glitter gif found on pinterest and cropped by me. ] ✧˚₊‧

MAIN MASTERLIST // CHRIS MOTIONLESS MASTERLIST

vampire!chris who sometimes comes to see you when you’re working the graveyard shift at your job that’s open 24 hours and just had to see you again

vampire!chris who always tells you how much he adores you and how you make the world a more bearable place

vampire!chris who sometimes has to remind himself you need a moment to breathe when he kisses you

vampire!chris who falls deeper in love with you whenever you cling to him for safety and comfort

vampire!chris who loves using his enhanced strength to pin you down but still careful not to hurt you

vampire!chris who gets possessive and leaves marks in visible places after someone else stares at you the wrong way

vampire!chris who likes to bite your thighs and lick the blood that starts to trickle down your skin

vampire!chris who wants to devour you when he sees you wearing one of his oversized sweaters that swallows you whole

vampire!chris who feels a sense of pride when he sees the healing marks and bruising on your hips and thighs when the fabric rides up knowing he marked you as his and you let him

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© 2024 faerieemetal. do not copy, repost or translate.

[silendastral]

I wanted to talk about it later, but I'm impatient.

In a nutshell, in my fanon, cars' insides calls "drivers" that have gone down the path of adaptation as humans.

Ancient drivers used rounded stones before the creation of vehicles, in which they hollowed out a space and a couple of holes for themselves: for the mouth and for a small limb, thanks to which they push off from surfaces, climb and grab.

Omnivores. Due to the fact that they were not adapted to hunting, they ate mainly fruits and carrion.

Since, in essence, they were initially considered as a brain, then gradually, like humans, they began to evolve (more intellectually than externally).

They go through an almost similar path of development as humanity.

With the creation of vehicles, life has become easier.

Driver's bodies became faster, comfortable, capable for self-heating to avoid cold spells and etc.

It seeps into the details of its body to control it using thin threads of itself, which both pulls and retracts if necessary (for example: repairing, tuning).

Their cycle looks like this:

They are born prematurely, otherwise their mother would have crushed them with her insides by accident.

+ Biology moment: layers ::::0

What would an average driver look like if we could get them out of the car (It's not a tail, it's a stomach...):

In practice, it is not possible to get it out of the body without damage.

+ Bonus:

As for the various unintelligent animals? - In essence, these organisms are mimics... So we have bigger sane beetles and smaller silly-willy beetles and etc.

They don't really control their size. They will copy what they find. Intelligent vehicles figured out how to tame this creatures, which gave rise to the tractors we are familiar with, the bodies of which eventually went out of production for intelligent ones.

And yes, mimics are completely organic, except that the outer cover is imitated as metal. And that's why there may be meat in the markets.

🥩Have a nice day and thank you for reading🥩

[epickiya722]

I won't lie, it rubs me the wrong way very much that some will view Miruko as the "angry one" like Bakugou when she actually only really gotten angry in a fight and in the one funny scene with Bakugou.

Other than that, she actually doesn't get angry. She's chill most of the time we see her or hyperactive.

Even as a kid, she actually wasn't an "angry child". She was just rowdy, but chill. (Read Vigilantes.)

I'm sorry but a child acting out sometimes doesn't mean they're an angry child. They just like to rebel a little.

Bakugou is angry a lot, but he doesn't sneak out and break into underground fights, now does he? (Miruko did that during her school days.)

So, no, I don't think she's an "angry" person. She gets angry in any situation like anyone would be.

[stargirlfics]

naughty or nice? how about both!

Gifting Alfred Pennyworth something special he has to unwrap in private

700 words — 18+ ONLY!

from this ask: thoughts on giving a boudoir photobook to Alfred

Soft, jazzy tunes provided the soundtrack for the drive home, you and Alfred cozied up in the back of the car, reminiscing on the night's festivities.

Another birthday well spent, a compliment he gives you sweetly as he kisses the back of your hand, giving you no choice but to lean into his touch, elated that he had a good time.

You wanted him to feel special and perhaps a little selfishly you’d been looking forward to this point in the night, going home to be alone with him at last. Besides, there was just one more gift he had to open.

Placing the neatly wrapped present in his lap you wish him one last happy birthday, watching with held breath as his brow raised at the words that followed. He wasn’t allowed to open this one until you’re home. 

“Having fun with this, aren’t you darling. Very well, I’ll be patient.” Alfred acquiesced, amused at your unexpected tease. 

It’s all you either of you can quietly think about, your hand on his thigh, sharing glaces every now and then until your fingers laced together and before you know it the car is rolling to final stop. 

You have to hold back a laugh at his quick thank you to the driver before he’s whisking you out of the car by your hand, the quick tap of his cane and your own heartbeat a rhythm all the way up to the penthouse floor. 

It’s good to be home, the soft romance of the gothic arches and spires swaying you both, keeping you close together. Until your breath is going shallow once more, your gift opened. 

He sits up once he realizes it’s a book, his expression of surprise lingering only for a moment when he flipped past the first page, a picture of you on your hands and knees arched so prettily for him on your bed, the next page a coy tease shot of your chest in one of his shirts, another of you in familiar lingerie, each one making his heart throb and his pants tighten. 

The thought of you putting this together for him, a piece of you for only his eyes to see and indulge in made him feel incredible. You spoil him and he’s grateful for this and suddenly so very hungry for you. 

“Christ, look at you. Is that my tie?” he glances up after awhile, loathe to tear his eyes away from such beauty in this naughty photoshoot but your hopeful, sweet as pie expression was just as sweet to behold. 

“Mhm, my favorite blindfold.” You’re feeling bold and are rewarded for it. 

The way he looks at you in between steady flips of the pages like he’s drinking you in from every view of you he could get made you feel adored and eventually when he can’t keep his hands to himself anymore and he’s tugging you in so gently for a kiss that turns searing within seconds, you know and can feel how much he cherishes your gift. 

He marvels at each section of photos, reminding you how gorgeous you were and god it didn’t help when he shut the book to run his hands over the spine, a gentle caress of the cover. He was going to kill you but you knew you’d welcome it if it was like this.

This time it’s you who can’t resist going in for another kiss.

Alfred lets you set the pace but his hands refuse to remain idle, exploring the whole of you, appreciating every swell and curve, the dips of your body, the way you feel so damn perfect under his hands and in his arms. He wants to commit every inch to memory.

You chase his hands and his mouth, gripping onto sturdy forearms, happy to show him how much your own desires matched his but before you could go too far a steadying and firm hand curled against your jaw had you halting the way your hips were already squirming. 

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little stunt in the car, love. I fully intend to spend the rest of the night thanking you for such a pretty gift but not until I’ve had my fun with you first.”

whatever you say daddy!!! 🧎🏾‍♀️