Headcanon Requests
Sorry for another non-writing post, but I'm also TENTATIVELY taking requests ONLY for headcanons. It will be a basis of if I'm inspired for it or not.
I'm wanting some requests for things like "how would they react to-" or "how do they-"
You can include any number of the following characters that you want. No limits! As far as I'm concerned, you could just tack an "All." onto the end of your comment and I'll get on it. (Mostly because I know some of these boys would likely never get requested and I wanna write for them lolol)
Requests can include these characters:
My Mains:
Conner Kent
You can request for any specific version, but I'll default to Punk Kon if you don't specify. I've read all the comics, and watched Young Justice and Rise of the Supermen, so go nuts.
Dick Grayson
When I say any version, I mean it. Arkham, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans, Young Justice, and any animated movie he's in (Batman Unlimited etc.)
Jason Todd
Again, any version. Arkham Knight, any comic run, Gotham Knights, Titans (though he's not my fave Jay), UTRH, DITF.
Terry McGinnis
I'm partial to the Rebirth comics version, but I've watch all of Batman Beyond and read every single comic.
The Slightly Overlooked:
Barry Allen
Arrowverse preferred, but I love me some comic Barry.
Oliver Queen
Arrowverse preferred, but I also love Ollie in the comics and whatever scenes he gets in other DC content.
The Under-Appreciated:
Aka, characters I doubt most people are interested in.
Devour
From the Red Hood: Outlaw comics.
King Chimera
From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.
Simon Amal
From the Red Hood and the Outlaws (New 52) comics.
Tom Bronson
From the Justice League of America: All Stars comics.
Tristian Grey
From the Gotham Academy comics.
There's very little content for any of these characters, so I implore you to tack at least a couple of them onto a request. They're all sweet boys, I swear.
32 notes
·
View notes
Magicians way [part 1]
.・゜-: ✧ :-
It's not often that he finds himself in such position, but it does happen.
John Constantine never would have thought he'd scratch the "tied up by a cult to be used as sacrifice to summon a powerful ghost" spot on his bingo card.
He doesn't even feel threatened by the cult, hell, all he will receive from this day is pure embarrassment if the summoning circle is really the one he thinks it is.
Great, it's glowing.
Little bastard knows and is on his way here.
Shit.
"Oh all mighty King of Ghosts! We summon thee! Appear!"
If he has to listen to that badly scripted American movie summoning ritual one more word, he's gonna do some serious damage.
The circle lights up in sickly green, the ectoplasm flooding the insides of the portal as it opens.
And there he stands, the boyprince of the Infinity Realms.
"Hey, dad!" The being greets, swinging a swift fist against one of the cultist.
The rest are frozen and now that they're alone John sees the shit eating grin on the gremlins face.
"Danny." He greets back, watching as his kid swipes some invisible dust from his hat and putting it on back.
"Man, this is so embarrassing for you. Let me just—"
To make matters worse, Danny pulls out his bloody smartphone and takes a picture of him tied up.
"I'm sending this to mom." He's fiddling with the rope, smug smirk on him that John would love to flip off if his hands weren't bound.
"Useless..."
Ah, here comes the blackmail. A kids after his own heart.
The little shit.
Visual picture of Constantine being embarrassed. (Yes, he's tied up with a RED RIBBON for funnsies.)
1K notes
·
View notes
Prompt: "No, I'm not going to tell you to stop crying. You're allowed to cry."
Summary: Hurt/Comfort. Bad days just happen sometimes, and reader can’t hide this one from him.
TW: Insecurity/jealousy, crying, pre-relationship bonding
-
Bad days happened, despite her best attempts, despite the desire to hide them behind forced smiles and laughter to maintain the appearance of ditzy and thoughtless happiness.
Despite the fact that it had annoyed King to no ends at first, her bubbly nature had become an expected part of their almost-relationship, and he wasn’t blind to the sudden shift in her tone and the way her shoulders pulled in to make herself appear smaller.
“That's almost more insufferable than your hopping around.”
[Name]’s brow furrowed, form subconsciously shifting from the withdrawn ball she'd settled in to something more familiar to him, shoulders squaring and head rising high to meet his eyes, even from where she sat on the floor.
“No one asked you.”
He feigned annoyance with a huff, which only made her face scrunch up into confusion. She knew him well enough to see the effort where normally there would have been ease.
Was he worried?
Oh, that was golden. It almost made her feel bad about the reason she was upset being so small.
And being related to him, but she wouldn’t ever tell him that. He was too smug as it was.
“Stop pouting. It’s bringing everyone's mood down.”
Her lips quirked upward, “King, we're the only two here.”
“Regardless…”
The response earned a snort, “You could just admit you’re worried.”
The silence spoke volumes, earning a full laugh.
“For the record, it’s not a big deal. Just pouting, really. No need to worry.” In contrast to the words, tears pricked the corners of her eyes, almost like they intended to spite her.
She saw the horror flash in his expression, the complete unfamiliarity of comforting a crying woman more than clear in the half-step back he took. It almost made her want to laugh again, but all that escaped in response to his reaction was a sob that she made a pathetic attempt to stifle.
“Sorry, sorry,” she rushed to hide the tears, wiping fiercely at her eyes, “I'm fine! Really! I’m- I’m- sorry.”
The awkward silence that settled over them as she muffled her cries against her knees.
This was stupid. All because she was jealous. It was ridiculous.
King sighed as he slid down the wall to rest next to her, an unsure arm wrapping around her shoulders to pull her against his side.
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.”
A few moments passed before she rose her head to look him in the eyes, “Aren’t you gonna tell me to stop crying? This has gotta be lowering the mood more than my pouting was.”
The sound that escaped before his words was disgruntled and verging the edge of irritation, “No, I’m not going to tell you to stop crying. You’re allowed to cry.”
The enablement of her tears only made her cry harder, burrowing her head against his shoulder now, arms going under his own to wrap around his back.
King's own arms pulled her closer to his chest, no words were offered, but that was fine. The very act of holding her was more than enough to quell the ache of insecurities and the jealousy born from them.
Bad days happened, sure, but if this was the result, she could hardly find herself dreading them.
-
A/N - Lower quality and late post because I had a very, very bad day yesterday. So, there is no real proofreading or editing.
1 note
·
View note