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joanplou · 5 months

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Been bouncing round my head the idea of Ritsu & Mash from a pruned timeline as Lostbelt Kings.

In this timeline, they were separated after Chaldea.

Thanks to shenanigans and a good amount of deception from the foreign god they become beast VII of humanity and end up being the destruction of the world.

The singularity takes place inside Chaldeas. The globe model Chaldeas.

#fgo #fate grand order #fate #fate series #fate/grand order #mash kyrielight #gudako #ritsuka fujimaru #gudamash #beast vii fate #headfic

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thiccmok · 2 years

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#just my oc #and hwang simok #i have #extensive #headfic #they are cute and soft #my happy place #stranger #tvn stranger #hwang si mok #fanart #my art

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enchantedchocolatebars · 4 months

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Surprise Mother's Day Brunch

🦉 Original headcanon 🏠

💕 Ao3 version 🎉

For Mother's Day, Luz and King decide to throw Eda a surprise brunch party after Luz explains the holiday to King.

Hooty, stretching his long, feathered neck in at random after hearing the two, decides to help them because of course he does.

Luz is on cake duty, King is down to set up the decorations, and Hooty?

Well, being the MENACE that he is, he wants the liven up the celebration with a little music. He coughs out some black shades and a pair of black headphones. DJ HOOTY IS NOW IN THE OWL HOUSE!!!

Once everything is set and ready, Hooty turns off the lights. He, Luz, and King then take shelter in their hiding spots and attempt to suppress their giggles as they await Eda's arrival.

Hooty: Be quiet, everyone. Including me. SHHH, whose making that noise? Oh, it's me again.

When the front door begins to open and Eda enters inside, the lights are immediately switched on as everyone inside hops out of hiding and excitedly greets her with the words, "SURPRISE! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!"

After a sudden jolt, Eda stood still. She blinked. The owl lady couldn't believe her eyes. Mother's Day was not a day she was familiar with, but being bombarded with hugs and gifts from her kids, along with the effort that was put into this party for her, made her smile and shed tears of joy.

She was truly loved by everyone who lived in her owl home.

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facewithoutheart · 4 days

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Sometimes I’m like “man it’s weird people didn’t like that chapter of All I Ever Wanted was the World” and then I remember I haven’t posted it.

#same with chapters I’ve written in my head but not it paper #what do you mean people can’t comment on your headfics?!?!?!#sounds fake but whatever

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artemisia-black · 1 year

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Really tempted to write some short vignettes of just Aeliana - as her own character away from canon characters

#i love her and want to have her aristocraticing around europe #do i have the time? no #does it live in my head rent free? yes #a headfic

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transmascwillbyers · 2 years

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trans will byers (very valid) what kind of cake do you think is Will & Mike's favorite

Ahhhhhh byler cake anon! Thank you for the compliment on the url, it's hard to always slay this much.

Anyways, I feel like Will would be into really obscure cake flavors, for some reason? Like someone would give him a vanilla or chocolate cake for his birthday, and he'd just be like, "Okay, I appreciate the thought, but this just... no." He's a cake hipster, basically. Enjoys stuff like caramel cheesecake, strawberry basil cake, caramelized banana- okay, now I'm just making myself hungry. Sorry.

I feel like Mike would just... really really love chocolate? Idk, there's just a vibe. And every time Will cooks some ridiculously creative cake, he'll enjoy it and be grateful but also just be like, "okay, this is great, but where's the chocolate? I asked you to make me chocolate, Will." And they'll "fight" for like, five minutes, but it's not really a fight, it's more like... they're just kind of bantering, and laughing, and teasing each other while also just being dorks in love at the same time.

And then Will would just drive to the store and buy a chocolate cupcake for Mike because he cares so much, and Mike would just be ridiculously grateful every single time, y'know? Because he knows it takes effort, and he knows that he was being kind of a tease before, but seeing that Will cares so much that he gets his favorite cake flavor means so much to him, for some reason.

...Jesus Christ did I just write an entire fanfic about cake I-

#byler #byler cake anon #idk i just started thinking and my brain went like #no no this is a story this is beautiful this is everything #anyways enjoy the ficanon... headfic?#it's a working title

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aquaticpal · 8 months

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Had headfic!feels, doodled about it

#zelda #zelink #my art #ocarina of time #rough sketch #oot my beloved #triforce hands my obsession

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necronatural · 4 months

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Headfic update. This one is about rodya

#update #head au #limbus company

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rowanthestrange · 6 months

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You know Scherzo and the…holding hands…mechanic? You reckon that might have started out as something very (well not very) different in someone’s smutty headfic?

#probably not #sorry #just came to me and i had to burden others with it

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tealenko · 10 months

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We need to talk more about MEA

Against all odds, I really like Mass Effect Andromeda (once you mod all the bugs and all that stuff XD) and I'd love to see more people talk about it...

So let's talk about it!!!

Tell me about your Ryder, headcanons, how they look / behave, your chosen romance, fics, headfics... Whatever your heart desires. You can ask me about mine too, if you're curious :D

Yeah!! If you wanna talk about ANYTHING related to MEA I'm your girl ehehehehe, just send me an ask, comment, reblog or pm me.

That all.... Okay byeeeee!!!

~~tea

And since we're talking about it, here's a random pic of my Ryder to close this post lol

#mass effect andromeda #mea #pathfinder ryder

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cherrybuqu · 1 year

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If you still need Kirby reqs I would love some of Escargoon and Dedede separately 😭😭 maybe a reader who’s more dominant and affectionate? What I mean by dominant is the reader being the big spoon, the one to initiate most hugs and cuddles, the one to lend their clothes to their partner, just a sweet dominant partner in general? I have this primitive urge to hold Dedede in bed

AAHHHHH YES I WOULD TO dont worry ur not the only one to have the urge to cuddle dedede in bed 😼💪

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Headfic (Not specified if fanfic, headfic, or headcanon.)

Tw: ooc dedede :,(

King Dedede:

Oh you are in for a treat!

This man loves you to do death, I mean like, he love love loves you. He likes when you sort of get overprotective over him (hint: hes gonna do something and your trying your best to prevent him from doing whatever)

"Sire, are you sure this is a good idea? What if y/n doesn't approve of this and then stops us! "Hehe, escargoon you make me laugh! Of course they wouldn-" "dedede? Are you trying to get rid of kirby again?" "Told ya sire."

After that you two or erm three went back to the castle and you gave him a good lecture. And cuddles afterwards :)) you being the big spoon of course.

Escargoon

He relies on you 24/7. King dedede is treating him unfair? Your there. Ect, your there to protect him. And sometimes you guys on little picnic dates whenever he has free or a day off (which is rare) you to sometimes go your room balcony in the castle and have a mini picnic date there.

You two sometimes go to Cappy Town and have a date at chef kawasakis after his shift. After alll of that you give him a big hug, go back to the castle, and cuddle in bed as the big spoon. Maybe tomorrow he'll be big spoon. Maybe.

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I HOPE YOU LOVED IT LMK IF YOU WANT ANY CHANGES!!!!!

#hoshi no kirby #dedede #kirby nintendo #hoshi no kaabii #king dedede #escargoon #king dedede x reader #escargoon x reader #ur mom

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ravinoforre · 1 year

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Haven’t doodled in a while. Headfic stuff dw about it.

#i just think it's neat #although sun and moon ruined Rotom for me for a while #Rotomdex pissed me off so much #but i actually like this goofy washing-machine possessing ghost gremlin

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zevuffie · 3 months

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This was written eons ago; I was barely out of teenagerdom. 💀 just feeling nostalgic, and I actually like this piece. Maybe someone out there will, too.

Part of a larger headfic; post FBM, Katara and Zuko make their way across the Fire Nation on a mission (it's a long story). During the course of their trip into the heart of the Fire Nation, they stop at one small village that lies just beyond the coast of the mainland; Vei Hong. It is there that they discover that some of the old traditions are still kept alive, one in particular being dancing...

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Feels Like Rain

She moved like a storm on the sea, push and pull, rise and fall. Dusky, slender arms turned to glowing bronze in the light of the bonfire as she trailed them above her, weaving with the rest of her body. Wiry, strong feet kicked up dust, the motes dancing around her legs like glittering smoke. He lost sight of her for a moment as the dancers continued to dart in and out of the firelight, then there she was again, a light sheen of sweat covering her brow and collarbone. Her unbound hair had a life of its own, sweeping across her face as she spun around, only to ripple and twist behind her, like an opened fan across her bare shoulders and back.

He was too far away to see the details of her eyes, but when she would turn, he imagined he could make out the spark that burned there. And that dress...damn the flowershop girl for lending it to her. The cream-colored material clung in soft, crinkling folds to her torso and hips, the capped sleeves pulled down her arms to leave her shoulders bare. As she twisted and leapt backwards, arms swinging around her, the gold-edged hem did its own pirouette around her shockingly tan thighs, skimming across the tops of them as the girl came back down to earth.

It was far too short for her, who he was so used to seeing in concealing leggings and a long tunic. She was too practical for an outfit of that...that...brevity. The Agni-cursed thing left her entire top half uncovered! Well, not the entire top...but from her shoulders down to the swelling curves of her breasts there was nothing but glowing, bare skin. A hint of bosom at the top of the dress was all it took to have every male ranging from old windbag to spotty adolescent ogling her. It certainly had his attention. (And where, he would dearly love to know, had she learned to dance like that?)

Why am I even thinking about this? She isn't my sister; I shouldn't be worried how many eyes are on her (not that he worried about said sister in the first place). I don't need to be thinking about her in that thrice-cursed (blessed?) dress, or that everyone else is thinking about her out of it -

That was enough for him. He tore his eyes away from the swaying hips and stamping feet, away from the levity of the dancers and the fire that moved them. He made himself focus on his leg, the one that was propped out in front of him; it was still supposed to be broken, but she had healed it for him only a few hours ago -

And there he went again. He wasn't supposed to be thinking of her. He settled himself back against the trunk of the tree, then picked up his discarded knife and set to the small piece of clay in his hand with a savagery that nearly broke the fragile disk in two. Slowly, swirls and spirals appeared, almost as if the music were being transferred in the stone. Stabs of flame, whorls of dust and waves of water broke across the surface of the clay. Don't think, just do. But his mind couldn't focus for long; neither would his eyes. He felt himself being pulled back into the firelight, into the rippling rhythm of the dancers before him. One dancer. She moved to her own music, it seemed, sometimes almost out of time with the others. Certainly her moves weren't like the other girls'. Theirs were coy and submissive, made to draw the eyes of suitors. Hers were fierce, almost savage, as if she listened to a different set of musicians altogether. The roar of the ocean, maybe, or the thundering of rain. But despite this, or perhaps because of it, all eyes were on the wild-eyed girl that moved in the center of the pinwheel like a typhoon.

The music was changing, he suddenly noticed. Becoming harsher, deeper, faster. Because of her, he didn't doubt. Wherever she went, the Waterbender inspired change. (He was living proof, wasn't he?) The other girls stumbled a bit, losing the beat, but then, as if a key had been turned, they, too, became waves. Pushing, pulling, over and under. Leaping and ducking, as if fire were hot on their heels. But still his eyes followed the one at the center of the maelstrom, the one closest to the flames that lit her hair to fire and turned her skin into dusty gold. He watched, the carving in his hands forgotten.

No, he decided. Not quite the ocean. More like a firestorm. An unchecked force of nature that leapt and grabbed, darted and wove through the hearts of men. Fire can be so like water, in the push and pull, the breaking down of the elements before it, the hunger, the potential for destruction if left to itself. She dances like fire.

Slowly, quietly, something passed through him, sinking deep inside his bones and turning them to jelly. His palms were suddenly sweaty, and he blinked, swiping at the moisture that dripped into his eyes. He felt the change, and wondered what it was. Then, just as softly as it had snuck up on him, the feeling passed, and he was left with the nagging thought that there was something he was missing. As if of their own volition, his eyes found the Waterbender in the throng of dancers once more, and something in the air changed, like the charge of energy before a storm. She looks different. He took a deep, steadying breath, and leaned back against the tree once more, following every step, every twist and bend and fall that her body made against the firelight.

Someday, the thought found him. His fingers absently smoothed over the half-formed design in his hand, barely registering the heat that seemed to come off it. Someday, I'm going to dance with her.

Then he glanced down at the piece of clay, at the abstract design he had carved into it, and blinked. If you looked at it just right, angled it a little this way, and squinted, it looked...it looked almost like...

His calloused fingers closed over the piece abruptly, thinking to melt it. But he didn't. He held it in his fist, knuckles white, and looked back up at the water girl that danced like fire.

Someday.

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#zutara #zuko x katara #atla fics #zutara fics #glitterswitch #on ao3

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macbeth-n-cheese · 2 years

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A Smooch for the Toaster

Aka.: This sole-was-a-cop headfic won't leave me alone and this is out of context but I like how it turned out so here it is

I may be obsessed with halftones and aged paper but that's okay because I'm also obsessed with Fallout and the vibes compliment one another

#fallout 4 #nick valentine x sole survivor #my art #yes I know there are no shoulder holsters in game (a shame)

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mikecrewsteacup · 9 months

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My toxic trait is I actually love the "born sexy yesterday" trope as a general rule, or at least the version of it that exists in my head, bc childlike wonder and naïveté coupled with a lot of the sibling-tropes to that hit something primal in my brain. I will write endless headfic about anything that remotely resembles this

#and yes i watched Kyle xy religiously as a kid before I understood why #i saw someone complaining about this damaging trope on fb and immediately sighed dreamily #also contenders for my worst toxic trait: emotionally childish and bratty characters who are adults nominally but not emotionally #Like Eric phantom of the opera - killing people and also crying and very stunted #It's like catnip to me #i shudder to use the term child codes and yet............. my toxic trait is that—#Idk but “can speak like an adult w adult faculties but no street smarts” is immensely appealing for so many reasons as a trope #Partially bc it's relatable partially bc it isn't and it's fantastical comforting wish fulfillment l #Isn't that why we're all here #Ghoul speaks #tgo I'm sure I'll regret using the official tag later

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feralthembo · 1 year

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In my little headfic one of the things Gin always says is "promise you wont stop hating me". YES this ties into what Izuru says in his fight against Abirama Redder in the battle for karakura. YES i am habitually tying these two together like that. NO i will not stop causing them pain. I love themb 🥹💕✨

#this dynamic WILL be showing up in my fics someday #gin cared about izuru almost as much as he cared about rangiku and i will die on this hill #it wasnt a healthy caring but he did care

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