#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)

[tenderwatches]

if jayce stayed to save Viktor, viktor would have to fight not to "heal" him

I'm obsessed with the idea that Viktor would struggle against himself/the Hexcore to not assimilate Jayce especially bc our boy walks up to the commune PTSDed to fuck with a leg that has healed so shit-ass that even our pacifist Jesus wants to re-break so he can heal it it'll heal properly

imagine Viktor clutching his staff until he can't feel his fingers, resisting the hexcore's insistence that he reach out and brand jayce with those fingerprints

imagine viktor desperately wanting to reach out to touch him, just to feel him, but being afraid he'll pull jayce in imagine Jayce fighting with him until Viktor finally lets jayce hold him, viktor balling his hands into fists against his thighs so he won't—

[hoshizoralone]

I feel like i remember somewhere you saying your Samus interpretation was trans??? But I cannot remember for the life of me if I made that up or not

Also! Hope you’re doing okay, your art continues to make me smile in scary as hell times

in my art i don't have that interpretation (i don't wanna take credit for that when its not my intention while drawing). i'm chill w the headcanon tho and feel very touched when trans people relate to my sammies in some way

[qinluna]

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.

[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��

[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.

[chibishortdeath]

Ya know, Castlevania tackled the concept that life after defeating Dracula could be difficult for a Belmont with Richter feeling like he’d lost all purpose and reason to go on living if not for saving others and fighting against something—

But, do you think any of them before him felt that way too?

I mean it sounds kind of miserable, being raised your whole life to be solely relied on for one moment… and then what? How do you handle the sudden shift to ‘not being needed anymore’? Evidently, most of them didn’t have very much happen to them after the events of their games since we don’t get to know—

But, do you think any of them ever got better? Do you think anyone before Richter ever learned how to live for themselves? Did Richter?

Anyway it’s 8 PM and I’m sitting around wondering if any of the Belmonts were still happy after their happy endings (debatable if certain ones got happy endings tbh but anyway), Konami can u check on them, I’m worried—

[unrelatedsideblog]

Sanji has very few makeup and feminine clothing magazines, which he occasionally, compulsively buys on the islands, but he is terrified that the crew will find them so he hides them among his collection of porn mags

[i-may-be-an-emu]

(grape depression spoilers)

UHM OKAY WAIT

IN GRAPE DEPRESSION

ALESSANDRA (the blue fairy) SAYS PINNOCHIO WILL JUST BE A DEAD KID.

WHEN HE DIES AND TURNS TO WOOD HE REFERENCES THIS.

HE HEARD.

PINNOCHIO HEARD THIS. HE HEARD THE FAIRY SAY HE WAS “a bit sh**“ AND HEARD HER SAY HIS DEATH WOULDNT MATTER BECAUSE GEPPETTO ALREADY HAS A DAUGHTER AND A VINYARD.

THIS POOR CHILD.

HE ALSO HEARD HIS FATHER’S DISTRESS AT THE IDEA OF LOSING HIM BUT HE HEARD HIM STILL NOT MAKE A DECISION.

NOW IM WONDERING HOW MUCH ELSE HE OVERHEARD. WHAT IF HE KNEW HE DIED. WHAT IF HE JUST SAID HE JUST “had a little sleep” TO COMFORT HIS FATHER.

WHAT IF HE FEELS RESPONSIBLE FOR MAKING EVERYONE FEEL OKAY ALL THE TIME. WHAT IF HE FEELS GUILTY.

[lainalit]