silly headcanon time

Maggie actually texted her message to Aziraphale but because he doesn’t have a modern phone it arrived through the mail slot

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

My two favorite ships: Ford x sleep and Stan x happiness

y’all know i’m an “eddie calls steve every pet name under the sun” truther, but tell me why it only occurred to me now that eddie would absolutely call him loverboy

and not even in that sarcastic, goading tone that he has but like…

so soft and so genuine with kisses pressed to his cheek and a quiet “missed you loverboy” and steve’s cheeks flush the prettiest pink

The bond of two high school kids who died on the first day of school together

I read This post and was already emotional about this line so I worked it into the art I wanted to make of them

okay but holding Eddie’s hair up in a makeshift ponytail while he eats you out? the two of you trying to bang out a quickie in the back of his van but unfortunately he was poorly prepared, leaving his usual scrunchie that he stole from you on his bedside table. “Eds…” you giggle, his curls tickling your upper thighs. “well don’t laugh…” he begins to pout but you simply collect his hair into your hand and he dives back down. he attacks your clit like a starved man, causing you to yank his hair. he moans against you, the vibrations only seem to aid in your approaching orgasm. you reach your climax in record time, only releasing his hair when you start shaking and push him off of you. yeah… Eddie might be “forgetting” that scrunchie more often…

don’t know where he came from but enjoy these three America headshots I drew through my lectures

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

Vil Shoenheit knew that very well.

It was why he strove to always be his best.

To be the Fairest One of All.

But more and more, while he still strives for this goal every day, he noticed he only wished for one person’s opinion at the end of the day.

Yours.

To be the most beautiful in your eyes meant more to him than anything else.

A statement he would let you know in the private of your rooms.

When you looked at him with your eyes gleaming so bright?

He truly was the Fairest One of All.

I need Miguel as a boxer rn. Like imagine him being in the ring and you see ur name tattooed on the back of his neck like from SouthPaw, and he looks over at you with that stupid smirk before absolutely K.Oing the shit out of his opponent. And then with the adrenaline still rushing though his veins, he has a whole make out session in the warm up/locker room with you, talking bout some “you like seeing me up there don’t you, seeing me get dirty like that.. I can see the way you stare… mhm.” HIS VOICE IS A LITTLE SHAKY AS HE CHUCKLES AND KISSES AND TOUCHES AND **** WITH HIS *****. IM CLENCHING MY TOES AT THESE THOUGHTS.

absolutely screamingggg at this.

him knowing that you’re watching him would only fuels his punches. like he’d be slamming the guy. fr poor guy getting beaten to a bloody pulp. and after when everyone had begun to disperse you felt a hand wrap around your arm or shirt, tugging you somewhere far more secluded and actually off limits to those who aren’t boxing. but he wouldn’t care, just bringing you closer as you stare at him wide eyed.

his hands would eagerly move to your waist and up under you shirt. “pretty thing like you probably shouldn’t be here.” it would be a normal thing between you two. miguel’s said that it’s no place for someone so fragile as you. even if you try to deny so. “shh…that’s alright…” he’d be saying, pushing you up against a wall as he’d begun to place sloppy kisses all over your neck. “your my pretty fragile thing aren’t you?…yeah…so sweet in letting me wind down by letting me taste your skin…so sweet of you…”

he’d said you probably shouldn’t come back. but you always do, heart beating a mile a minute. miguel knows that you will come back every time, his hand now moving to spread your legs around his waist as he hoists you up. “you know…you get me a little distracted sometimes…sitting on the side line, looking all pretty f’me…it’s f’me right?” you’d shakily nod, as he’d slightly grind into your soaked pussy, now capturing your lips in a heated kiss. “such a pretty thing…” he’d mutter, feverishly kissing you harder, claws inbedded into your thighs as small whines escape you.

Fire Emblem themed wedding. The romantic Fates soundtrack is playing. Your rings are modeled like Byleth’s. You both have excessive amounts of makeup blush to mimic the blushing portraits. The priest reluctantly asks “… do you accept to uh (checks notes) S-Support ?? your partner, forevermore, and to never- hey are we really sure this is right- oh uh- to never, ever .. duplicate the game file to S-Support another … ? Do you promise to take care of them, whether in (grumbles) phoenix or in classic, even if life’s difficulty suddenly becomes infernal, till permadeath do you part ?”. You both say yes.

Steve and Bucky who are both in love with you and each other so they start hooking up with each other and are still pining over you. You catch them hooking up

"Can I join?"

🤭

I see your “catching them hooking up” and raise you “them moaning your name and talking about you while they hook up”

Cw: fleshlight use, oral sex (f & m receiving), vaginal fingering, double penetration, cum eating

It’s something they do pretty regularly. Bucky’s thrusting the fleshlight up and down Steve’s cock, pretending it’s your pussy. He’s saying to Steve, “She feels so good doesn’t she? You know wanna come inside her? Fill her up?” while Steve clutches onto the bedsheets and moans your name. Then you come in, completely forgetting to knock. You just wanted to ask them about a mission report when you see them. The words just fall out of your mouth. Steve’s a little embarrassed but Bucky’s just fucking smirking and says “what are you waiting for doll?” You’ve never undressed so quickly in your life and they’re both just staring at you with hearts in their eyes as they take in your naked form. Steve’s face is flushed red when you go to him first. He’s so hard and when you ask him if you can take him in your mouth he nearly faints. Bucky watches intently as you bob your head on Steve’s cock. He touches himself as he watches, until watching isn’t enough and he comes up behind you. He teases you with his fingers making you whine around Steve, which then makes him moan in return. You pull off Steve for a moment to beg Bucky to stop teasing you and he’s quick to relent, plunging two of his thick fingers into your soaking cunt. He curls his fingers into you with such skill as he tries to prep you to take his cock. He makes you come at least once on his fingers before he decides you’re ready. Steve’s barely holding it together when Bucky finally thrusts into you, forcing you to take Steve deeper. They both moan loudly when you gag around him. Bucky strokes your clit to make you come again, telling Steve to come down your throat. He does so, chanting your name like a prayer and you’re not far behind him. Your orgasm washing over you as he spurts into your mouth. You pull off of Steve, your head coming to rest in his lap as Bucky picks up his pace, rutting into you to chase his own release. You notice then that he’s babbling on, talking about how good you feel. How much better the real thing is. Steve’s stroking your hair tenderly while he praises you, telling you how good you’re taking Bucky. Bucky’s hips start to stutter the closer he gets and Steve pulls him in for a kiss as he comes in you. When he pulls out his release runs down your thighs and you’re suddenly manhandled onto your back while Steve maneuvers himself between your thighs and cleans up the mess Bucky made. Bucky kisses you as Steve makes you come on his tongue. You’re completely disheveled and exhausted when they took you into their arms, Steve spooning you with his chest to your back while Bucky faces you so you can lay your head on his chest. They let you rest knowing the three of you have quite the conversation ahead of you.

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Why did I write this

My one wish in life is to be able to stop picturing ink5oul as awkwafina this is the worst curse known to man