#would this count as a headcanon?

[rymaninlimbo]

Can you imagine meeting him in a dark, lowly bar?

He sidles up to you, a sideways grin on his face as he spoke, “Care to let me buy you a round, sweetness?”

You scoff at his boldness, but there’s something about a man in uniform that is… alluring~

[prettyguardian-sailorbiscuit]

I can imagine that whenever Zoro and Sanji bicker during a fight or in the middle of a battle, it turns them both on.

And if they're not beating the crap out of someone or something, they would make out and have the roughest sex ever.

[buckymorelikefuckme]

27 dresses au where reader is in love with sam wilson. bc why wouldn’t they be? he’s amazing and kind and funny and perfect. it’s harder to not be in love with him.

so imagine reader’s genuine fucking surprise when their best friend flies in to visit and immediately hits it off with sam. reader is panicked bc they cannot let their friend end up with sam, but they also can’t let themselves do anything truly heinous to their friend and ruin their happiness. and then, bc they’re a major pushover and incapable of saying no, they watch their best friend and sam fall in love with each other and eventually get engaged.

reader is even more surprised to find out her favorite journalist who covers the weddings column in the paper is sam’s best friend, steve rogers, and is writing a piece for their wedding. bc of fucking course, right?

steve gets the sense that there’s something you’re hiding right away and makes it his mission to find out what it is. he didn’t plan on falling for reader in the process.

[asinglebluefeline]

So I've been thinking about Dick's canonical skydiving hobby and also about his many flying friends, and now I can't get this image out of my head:

Whenever Dick is in a workaholic funk or particularly stressed, one of the Titans with the ability to fly yoinks him and flies him to the sky and then just lets him go. It's for enrichment. It's like air jail so he'll take a break he can't opt out of, but actually fun for him. (They catch him at the end because they're usually too spontaneous to grab him a parachute)

[bolithesenate]

What happens when a Jedi Initiate dies?

It cannot always be prevented, the galaxy is a dangerous place, especially for children, and the Jedi are still only mortal.

Accidents happen. Illnesses exist.

Tragedies do too.

The Crèchemasters are highly trained to prevent that, of course, but they too are only mortal. They too can fail.

The death of an Initiate is a heavy burden, for the entire Temple. It doesn't happen often, but when it does it is a heavy burden. It is from that burden that one of the Order's most sacred traditions stems from.

They may die an Initiate, but they will not join the Force without guidance.

When an Initiate dies, they automatically gain the rank of Padawan – no matter their age. They will posthumously be taken in by a Master and be gifted a braid and a lineage. If they already found their crystal and built their saber, these too will be taken care of by their new Master.

Some Masters of such Ghost-Padawans, especially those who had a bond before their passing, will live the following years as if they had a living student. They will not take on another until the Force or they themselves deems them ready, at which point the High Council will hold a honorary Knighting.

Because while the Order might lose an Initiate, no Initiate will ever be left alone.

[dawnbreakerluna]

EXPECTING (W. SYLUS QIN) wc. 366. involves discussion of pregnancy, abortion. possible allusions to a one night stand/multiple affairs. reader has conflicted feelings about pregnancy. sylus is oddly sweet. (he's a good man savannah)

it’s a nerve wracking sensation when you type out the text, more so when you press ‘send.’ (“do you have time to talk? it’s urgent.”) while you were initially set on one decision about the newfound knowledge of what was happening with your body, you felt it was only right to reach out to the other person responsible for this change.

sylus responds to your urgency with a phone call, and you don’t sugarcoat a thing. you don’t give him time to finish greeting you with that grating lilt of his smooth voice.

“missing me al—” “i’m pregnant.”

it’s funny how quickly he leaves the n109 zone, to be by your side in linkon city. no matter the feelings you had before, and no matter the mystery of what you two saw each other as after you mission wrapped up, you’re grateful he’s made it a priority to be with you in this moment. a reminder that his good graces always surrounded being at your side in an instant whenever you called.

you didn’t realize how much you needed him, needed someone, until you’re both sitting down in your living room and talking about everything in depth. in short, sylus supports you with whatever choice you settle on. but as he begins to explain the logistics of aftercare following an abortion, talking about doctors and clinics he knows of… you find yourself feeling oddly emotional.

despite the shared feeling that neither of you sought out the ambition to have children, you see yourself with sylus, raising a powerful, compassionate soul. a being that would be so precious and dear to the both of you. someone who would hold a piece of you, a piece of him. in your lost thoughts, you don’t recognize the slow onslaught of tears that fills up in your eyes, and it’s sylus’ touch brushing against your cheek to catch the droplets before they fall entirely.

“whatever you choose, i won’t hesitate to be by your side. you are my priority, above all else.” he assures you in an oddly tender tone, “this is your choice, and no one will take that from you. they wouldn’t even get the chance.”

[fallen6253]

Calling him dad:

I feel like Cale would have a blank face with mildly wide open eyes if the kids were to call him dad.  Raon would fumble with the words a little because while he considers him his father, he still feels shy about being so open about it.  Hong is beet red while shouting in a mix of embarrassment and excitement about proclaiming this to his dad’s face.  On would say it a bit quietly but steadily, glancing away for a second before maintaining eye contact because she wants him to know they mean it.  She looks almost unfazed but there’s a slight red on her ear. They see Cale have a blank look on his face and know it’s because he’s an idiot and needs a moment to process. Which is absolutely right because he’s like ‘me? Dad? Where did they get that idea? Well, not that i mind, but– when did this development happen?

And he’s close to saying they should not call him that if they feel weird about it, but he sees the genuine excitement on the boys’ faces, and the fond determination on On’s face that seems to know his turmoil and tells him that yes they mean it and no this doesn’t feel weird it feels liberating and suddenly he can’t say anything.  He just pats each of their heads before letting them fall into his arms in a warm embrace.  

Because children should be happy.

And his kids will be happy for as long as he can make it so.

So if calling him ‘dad’ makes them feel like this, he’s okay with it.

(He’s more than okay with it)

He ignores the way his chest feels.  Because that’s not important right now.

What’s important is that On started sniffling like she was about to cry.

That was new.  On had never made such an expression.  She seemed happy and relieved.

Like the weight she had been carrying as the older sister that was thrown away by her home was finally lifted from her small shoulders.  The usual serious expression was gone.

And Cale hugged her tighter.  He ignored the way his arms trembled from the effort.  So did the kids.

Because children should feel like children.

And On was feeling like a kid again. 

And her siblings were right there with her.

With their dad.

With this large yet little family of theirs.

In their own corner of the world.

[joeyjar99]

Robin!Jason Todd tried secretly listening to an audiobook one night because crime was super slow and there was a stakeout and he had to keep an eye on everything, but it’s boring.

It worked out well, so he starts doing it more often.

Sometimes he doesn’t get the chance to turn it off or tune it out during a fight, so he then sometimes ends up reacting to the book out loud involuntarily, like saying “what?!” and “no!” in front of bad guys.

It still goes on for another couple weeks until Batman figured out what’s been going on and bans audiobooks on patrols.

(Jason still does it during stakeouts. It’s not patrol)

[three-realms-archive]

Love Me, or Not?

Satan sat alone, in a forest far, far away from the House of Lamentation. He sat slouching, his back against an oak tree for support, surrounded by ripped and torn roses. Hissed, aggressive, angry mutters left his lips.

“Love… Not… Love… Not…”

A small crowd of cats also sat on and around Satan’s lap. They peered up at what the Avatar of Wrath was doing; at his fingers, bloodied and cut from the roses’ thorns. With their feline stare immoveable, their eyes judged.

“They love me… Love me not. Love me… then love me not.” Satan continued to mutter, with increasing desperation. “Loves me… Not?! Not?!?!” He roared as the penultimate petal was plucked off, shifting into his demon form and clawing at the de-petaled rose until it was nothing but tatters of stem and leaves hidden amongst the blades of grass under him. The cats continued to stare, and judge, and stare.

“Are there really no other words in this stupid ritual?!” He growled, violently whipping his head around to find the book he had brought with him. ‘A Woman’s Guide to Romance’, written by a human in the 1800s. He frantically flicked to the relevant page, scanning the walls and fences of text to find something - anything - he had missed about how to do the ritual. Maybe a loophole to add on a petal? Maybe this book was too old? But in Satan’s mind, two-hundred years wasn’t all that long - so the writing inside must still hold up.

Or, at least, that’s what he had thought before he had gotten ‘loves me not’ on two-hundred of these stupid roses.

He hadn’t even heard of this game before you, even with all his reading up on the three realms. He had walked in on you gently picking off the petals of a daisy in the RAD courtyard and had approached you, inquiring as to what you were doing. His eyesight still got slightly blurry at the sight of you and his pact mark on foreign skin, the power of the pact still very fresh. It had only been a few weeks, after all. If anything, it was better for you to stay far away from him with such power - such wrath - under your control and yet… You had stayed. Calmly, as if teaching a child, you had explained the premise of the ritual, with Satan doing what he did best: learning. He had learned about how to do the ritual; that some do it for closure, and others for self-assurance; that you did it every time you had a crush.

He also had learned what your favourite flower was, and had briefly imagined him presenting you a bouquet. He had learned that your laughter reminded him of bell chimes, that your scent reminded him of his favourite tea and that your giggles reminded him of a cat’s purr.

And, after what seemed like hours of you talking and him listening, he hadlearned that he loved the way it felt to hear you talk with your head on his shoulder. He had learned he loved to look at your face when you talked. He had learned that he loved to look at your lips talking, pursed and pretty and so soft-looking -

… He had learned a lot that day.

He had learned you had a crush and had relished in your smile when, on your first try, your final petal had been ‘he loves me.’ Then he texted you later that day; and learned that your crush had five letters in his name.

Quickly, he had researched forests with an abundance of flowers and went to the one that would be the furthest away from the prying eyes of his brothers. If he could replicate your result, he’d have definite proof. Proof that it was okay to act on these feelings that have been eating away at him for so long.

But now, two-hundred destroyed flowers later, things were looking bleak.

As he looked down at the mess around him, Satan thought of you. As pretty and as delicate as a rose; as kind, strong and persevering as the flowers too beautiful to deserve a life in the Devildom, but continued to thrive regardless. You: the flower too beautiful to deserve the fate of being torn to shreds by the Avatar of Wrath, like the roses around him.

… Suddenly, a buzzing in his pocket.

He took a deep breath, seeing the message on his D.D.D was from you.

> heyyyyyyyyy, Satan <3

> hehe this cat looks like you hehe

A picture popped up of you snuggling up to a demon cat, not minding the its tiny horns pressing into your cheek. Instinctively, he reached up to lightly touch his own horns. His breath hitched. If you were alright with horns - with the monstrous side of him - then maybe…

Resolute, Satan stood up and dusted himself free of flower bits with one hand; using the other to type out a response.

> It looks adorable. Where are you? I’ll come see it in person.

He paused, before adding:

> I have something I need to tell you.

Why should he let the flowers decide whether you loved him not?

He could get the answer from you himself.

(another attempt at romance, and sappy romantic satan is always fun. there’s a brief reference to that chat where he asks who you would date and i was chortling because man that was bold asf, actual props to him. he strikes me as someone who would research and prep for all scenarios beforehand, then kick his feet like a teenager under the covers of his bed when mc responded.)

[camouflagedlove]

Eddie living in the apartment above Steve and he's So Loud. He stomps around in the dead of night. He gets home late. He plays metal music at almost full volume. The only time he's quiet is when he's not there.

Steve meets Robin, who lives in the apartment next to him, and they bond complaining about their mystery neighbor who has no consideration for others.

One day after the two are good friends and have drank a bit too much they decide to go upstairs and show the mystery neighbor a piece of their minds. They get up there, knock all confidently and Eddie opens his door jeans swung low on his hips, tank top on, sweaty from rocking out to his music and Steve just freezes. Robin goes to tell him off and Steve is no help whatsoever.

"What can I do for you?" Eddie asked a bit snarky.

"You can keep it down for once!" Robin said drunkenly. She turned to Steve looking for support but all she saw was his dumbstruck face. "No, no, what is this?"

"You got something to say big boy? Do I need to keep it down for you and your girlfriend here?"

Steve stutters and Robin chimes in, "Not his girlfriend; his neighbor and best friend!"

"Right, she's just my friend-my best friend, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

Eddie chuckles, "Alright, did you come to tell me that?"

Steve seems to sober at that, remembering what they came here for. "No, we came to tell you to keep it down."

"Yeah!" Robin said.

"Oh, well for someone as handsome and apparently single as you, sure I'll try and keep it down."

"Thank you!" Robin says, exasperated. She looks over to Steve who has a different face on now, less dumbstruck more lovestruck.

"I think I'm gonna go back downstairs now...leave you two to...talk. Or hopefully nothing too loud."

After that Steve and Eddie both get noise complaints.

[nothing-but-flowers88]

Luke and Din seem like the type to get married without telling anyone and be so wrapped up in the lovey dovey honeymoon phase neither of them bother to call.

Leia only finds out when she asks about Luke’s beskar pendant, and Luke just nonchalantly tells her Din gave it to him as a wedding gift. Of course she’s furious

“why wasn’t I called? You didn’t want your own sister at your wedding??”

“There wasn’t any wedding, we thought we were about to die on an imperial star cruiser and he asked me to marry him right then and there, sigh it was so romantic”

“😤”

Meanwhile Din realizes the different treatment he’s getting as the hero of the galaxy’s husband. Like him walking into a republic hanger to get a new job from Teva and everyone goes silent the second he walks in. He’s got a hand on his blaster just in case, until Wedge pats him on the back and congratulates him. The second Leia found out she of course told Han who is such a gossip, then the honeymoon period seems cut short when everyone they know starts showing up trying to celebrate. I have a lot of ideas about this but then the post would be too long…

[spiritofboredom]

Do you guys think Stanley has like, really good control over his mind?

Just thinking about the flashbacks Dipper saw in Dreamscaperers of nerdy looking little Stan, and then how in Weirdmaggedon it was totally blank when Bill showed up

(Obviously, those were done for the sake of keeping the twists, but like....)

I mean, he remembered Xyler and Craz in his "dream", maybe Stan saw Dipper thinking that he hated him or something

[jekylljekyllhydejekyllhydehyde]

Jackson and Holt but after their trigger turns to music their clothes don’t switch with them

So they clash styles and fight for a while (and end up looking ridiculous in public as a result) until they find a way to mash their styles in a way that works for both of them:

If Holt dresses the body, he has to pack a solid color button up, a bowtie, and a sweater vest for Jackson (Holt usually has a bag prepared ahead of time so he can just grab it and go).

If Jackson dresses the body, he has to pack Holt’s jacket and a T-shirt (that’s been pre-approved by the Holtster and isn’t dorky). Jackson preps morning of- He puts at least a little effort into making sure the shirts he picks for Holt match their pants.

Usually they wear pants in any shade of black, gray, or brown. Sometimes other neutrals. If either of them plans to wear patterned pants (or pants that don’t “basically match everything”) they have to pack a pair of solid black pants too.

When Holt packs clothes for Jackson, they’re just thrown into a bag. When Jackson packs clothes for Holt, they’re in a neat pile.

They always have Jackson’s glasses and Holt’s headphones with them, that’s just a given.

Of course, it’s still not perfect and likely never will be. Sometimes either of them will push the other to pack extra accessories. Sometimes what Holt has prepared ahead of time for Jackson doesn’t match their pants and shoes the day of at all. Sometimes they “forget” things for the other and sometimes they genuinely forget.

They own a few pieces of reversible clothing, with each of them claiming a side. They’d probably have more, if Holt didn’t claim that a lot of reversible clothing was “lame inside and out”.

[charmwasjess]

headcanon that Dooku didn't go to any nefarious lengths to get Sifo-Dyas's Archives password to delete Kamino, he just thought hard about everything he knew about him from their years of friendship, typed in "bootylicious123", and it worked on the first try.

[elitadream]

Basically the whole Mushroom Kingdom

Knowing how Mario and Peach “secretly” feel about each other must be exhausting😆

THIS. ☝️😭

Especially for Luigi, omg. >< I mean sure: Toadsworth, Daisy, Toadette and all the Kingdom's citizens would have a hard time keeping their mouths shut when watching Peach demurely clasp her hands together to make a wish - ever the same one, no doubt - and sigh dejectedly to herself in quiet longing.

But they wouldn't know what it's like to deal with a sibling who's literally lovesick. To enter a room and find their brother hunched over and grimacing in obvious distress, his eyes lost and imploring as he would turn and say: "I love her so much, Lou... I- it hurts," with pained and hopeless surrender. To listen to his enamored ramblings for hours on end, yet only have vague and constrained support to offer. To see him hurting so badly on some days, and somehow still having to refrain from grabbing him by the shoulders and yelling "She LOVES you, ebete!!" to his bewildered face. Oh, to just end that needless suffering... It would be so easy. But he can't. When all would be pleasant and bright, he wouldn't mind, and would even take some enjoyment from what he secretly knows... But there would also be times - disheartened and crestfallen - when that silent vow would be very hard for Luigi to keep. 🥺😣

[link7057]

SHARE YOUR HEADCANNONS ABOUT CHRISTINAAAAA 🫶🫶

First, I'm so sorry for the late answer months later 😭😭🙏 Please forgive me and second!! Actually I hadn't thought of many headcanons for her... yet... but she's one of my favorite characters so ofc I thought of some!! I might say silly ones or ones more about her personal life (and definitely not projecting some parts!) I love Christina Posabule 🙏♥️

Music wise I think Christina would like 60s music, rock, and/or synth-pop or idk genres are hard to actually get right nowadays. If it's specfic, "The Daughters of Eve" and Mitski would be part of her favorites fjjdbrbnd (then I think she'd like The Killers especially "When You Were Young" when she was in her teens :)) Speaking of Christina in her teens, she'd want to learn piano or some sort of instrument but her parents probably got annoyed by how much she played so she wouldn't have as many chances. She's definitely a bookworm or just loves reading and also writes in her freetime like little stories or poems. And when Block ended up staying with Orel's family, she was kind of the only one who missed him as her parents didn't really mind/express their emotions about it.

Andddd talking about her parents, they're both VERY controlling and kept watch on what she'd do, the polar opposite with Orel, which his parents didn't gaf where he was 💔💔 Especially Poppit, and I think with Christina's story it'd be a toxic mother-daughter relationship (mommy issues!) rather than her and her dad, and that Poppit rather likes taking charge but to be in "a woman's place" y'know sexism and even tells Art what to do but makes sure that he does what a "man has to." And she'd be veryyy persistent on Christina with how she presents herself and make sure that she was a nice church girl at all times. And Poppit would very much have breakdowns in front of her and vent to her about her own issues... yeah... And whenever Christina was getting yelled at or being told what to do the only thing she could do is not say anything back to not upset them. She was also grabbed a lot like by her wrists or something similar how they showed in the show. When she moved to Moralton, she was bummed out bc yeah she just moved to a new place where she knows no one. Then when she met Orel something about him intrigued her and she's like Oooh y'know what I like this place already... then BOOM! Having to move again :( Also I don't know if it's just me but she's probably homeschooled or she's just attending another school jfjfnntnf and about her past town she'd be doing so many shenanigans during the same time as Orel probably. Another silly thing she might be more confident than him like I think he'd be more shy when he got older fjjdjnfbfn

Also yes Christina was sadistic I had to say it bc... we remember Orel's masochist era... And same thing with her being emo/goth when Orel was and at least for a while when they were teens👍👍 It's canon bc I said so

About when she's an adult, once Orel and her got married and had their kids, she'd be really worried about repeating anything her own mother used to do to her (along with Orel who'd try to be the best dad to his kids and would ask Christina if he was doing a good job if he was too worried about becoming anything similar to Clay or just anything otherwise) and I'm not quite sure about if whether she kept contact with her parents but she probably would but obviously has a strained relationship with them along with Orel's parents... But she would give her own family all her love :D also she's definitely working in a type of job I forgot which one but something that helps people bc she's sweet like that <3 so yeah girlboss !!

I might've forgotten some things to mention or other things I had in mind for her but yeah!! Or it was badly/worded weird perdón. Thanks for reading 💕