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waiting for him to get out of the shower but it's sosoo late already so you fall asleep in his bed... and his heart MELTS when he finally steps into the room. he doesn't dare wake you up so he gets his boxers as quietly as possible and just gets in the bed with you. he pulls you closer and throws the blanket over the both of you. in your sleep you turn yourself over and he swears he stopped breathing for a minute. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and his hands find your waist. he hopes you're having good dreams.
#off-world drabbles#you guys were going to watch a movie:(((#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd drabble#jason todd blurb#jason todd au#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#migs#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru drabble#gojo satoru blurb#jjk#atsv#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru drabble#geto suguru blurb#geto x reader#angel boy#miguel o'hara drabble
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ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! ENHYPEN REVEALING THEIR NON!IDOL S/O
╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. idol!enhypen showing you. 𖥔 ݁ fluff LIB? fem!reader req 727wc.
𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 everyone knows okay everyone just does. it's in his eyes, it's in the way he speaks, it's in his body language, it's in the way he dresses, it's in the little advice and messages he leaves on weverse, it's in the pictures he posts. just everything exudes that he's a taken man desperately in love. his reveal is normal, an official announcement from the company the day after their contractual dating ban is over. appearing on a talk show after all excited to tell everyone about you to be hit by the realization that people actually did have idea just not that you are non celeb.
𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 he does not give a fuck about anyone but you. would reveal it so nonchalantly like he's on a live and fans accidentally spot you moving around in the background and he's like,"oh yeah that's my girl, would y'all like to say hi?" he'd call you over and have you sit on his lap the entire time, though not showing your face he doesn't want your privacy getting taken away. you both would laugh and interact with the comments and answer fan questions like you've been public for years. talking about first impressions, who's more clingy, why you chose him yk.
𝗷𝗮𝗲𝘆𝘂𝗻 he's scared, not for himself but for you. baby doesn't want his baby getting those hates and threats. he takes a little safer side, writing a personal note addressing the love of his life and asking to be respected and given privacy. monitors the response and as soon as everyone seems accepting he's showing you off everywhere he can, from talking about you on lives and interviews and shows to posting little tmis on social media. fans even grow to tease him with your name challenging him to things he wouldn't otherwise do. cutesy and hot alike.
𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻 he has no intentions of revealing it like until he has a baby with you or something. but poor guy is so bad at concealing his feelings like he's on a show to give advice on fans queries and there's this specific question about how do you know you love someone and hoon is just K.O. ed rambles on about how there's this internal feeling and you just know it when you look at them, they're the best in the entire world and everything. then later on panics when articles surface about it, "oh my god baby they know! they know!" and he ends up confirming the rumours.
𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 this guy can't wait to let the world know about you, his special person, his home. takes every chance he gets to reveal y'all but the manager jumps in every single time telling him it's not the 'right time' yet. he's so annoyed now, he's taking it the dispatch way. sneakily going places without cover, not necessarily to you and then when the articles are out jumping at the first opportunity to introduce his lovely partner through a message to his fans. talking about how long he's been waiting to let them know this important person and how much he loves you.
𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻 my boy is soft launching it. he's posting these random ass pictures of succulents and cardigans and hairpins and lipgloss and everyone is so confused until he starts with pictures of hands that are too pretty to be his, skirts with thighs that couldn't be him and lastly a picture of him twirling around someone with the caption,"everyone meet my baby! :))" and after that he's making everyone sick with lovey dovey pictures of you everyday everywhere, twitter, instagram, weverse you name it, everywhere! fans be getting every little update of your love life.
𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶 leaves little hints and tricks here and there to get the fans crazy with suspicions but at the same time not enough to expose y'all. plays at it for about a year before he gets impatient and unsatisfied with just little bits and pieces wants to upload full on vlogs about his days with you. wanting to post things like 'dance challenge with my beloved' literally has it on the tip of his mouth "i love my girlfriend," begs the company to let him reveal it and they're like we never stopped you?? so he does talking about it with fans- my girlfriend does that too! my girlfriend would love that!
taglist ( open. ) @kangseulgithegreat @s00buwu @luvyev @pockyyasii @nctislifue @ashtxrie @miniature-tragedy @jayujus @nanabbg @thoughtsmeander2tumblingblindly
#enhypen imagines#k-labels#THEY WOULD LOVE TO SHOW YOU OFF TO THE WORLD🥺#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#enhypen scenarios#enhypen soft hours#enhypen soft thoughts#enhypen drabbles#enhypen heeseung imagines#enhypen jake imagines#enhypen jay imagines#enhypen sunghoon imagines#enhypen sunoo imagines#enhypen jungwon imagines#enhypen niki imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen x you
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I NEED MATTHEW PATEL SFW AND NSFW HEADCANONS/DRABBLES RN PLS PLS I NEED IT
Matthew Patel x (AFAB) Reader HC/Drabbles
I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM MY (almost week long) SLUMBER TO SPITBALL MY HEADCANNONS ONCE AGAIN (NSFW and SFW)
NSFW below the cut !!
SFW:
-This man is a cuddler
- he’s like a Kohala hanging onto a tree he will not let go
- he’s basically a second blanket all of his body weight is on you
- he’ll definitely buy you flowers or do one of those cheesy flower spreads along with a candle lit dinner for your anniversary
- he can not cook
- he has burnt water
- he can bake though
- specifically really good at making all types of cookies he’s got a box of secret recipes and he will kill you if you touch them
NSFW:
-Whimpers and whines
-DEFINITELY a sub like
-he’s a little bit of a pillow princess at times
-favourite position? Cowgirl/Reverse cowgirl
-he’s definitely a lap sitter at times
-when you’re busy and he’s needy he’ll just like plop himself down on your thigh n start humping it like a dog until you give him attention
-if you kiss his neck he will MELT.
-boob guy
-VERY MUCH a boob guy
-you wear a shirt with a low cut collar and he’s DROOLING
#smut#scott pilgram takes off#scott pilgram vs the world#scott pilgrim#matthew patel x reader#matthew patel#matthew patel smut#fanfic#fluff#headcanon#drabble
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so FUCKING tired.
#phuz drabbles#tired of the world in general but esp this needless site hopping#why bother anymore#everywhere i go ends up burning to the ground bc its run by some fucking moron ceo who hates trans and gay people#and our art is always gonna be sold off to ai skimmers against our wills#the internet was a mistake#from now on if u want me send me a letter via carrier pigeon#maybe tumblr should have died if its coming to this#just gawd leave us tf alone
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I love the idea of the fae being a mafia. Everyone sees faires as these cute ladies and guys with delicate lil’ fairy wings and flowers and stuff but, just imagine. Fae court mafia boss lookin like Al Capone but, pointed ears and occasionally they’re get their wings out.
“So, Yous come to me at the day of our big Midsummer shin-dig huh? Yous come to disrespect the Summer court?”
“Send’em our boys shows our “guest” how we do things ‘round the fae wilds.”
Not to mention this gives a ton of body diversity in fairies too. Sure you have wise old slender fae women who have been ruled the days for on end, but have you considered an old fae woman short and stocky with a sleeve of rune tattoos smoking a cigar. Sure she may look like an old grandma but, that’s Queen Fleur “Fifi” of the Winter court. Don’t accept her kind smiles and cookies. That might end up getting you stuck in doing her dirty work.
#urban fantasy#modern fantasy au#modern fantasy#modern#fantasy series#urban fantasy worldbuilding#worldbuilding stuff#fantasy world#worldbulding#fantasy writing#drabble#fae#faeries#faeires#never piss off the fae#or you go sniffin’ dasies like the last guy#also side note Fae Mafia will get on your ass if you even TRY to harm the environment. every single court will be on your ass
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My god, a spin off of the masquerade event basically writes itself:
You got a character based off of Frollo, Rollo, the OG consumed-by-lust-freak, you got Malleus who couldn’t be happier that you’re tagging along to Noble Bell College, throw in the fact Rollo seems to acknowledge MC as an admirable person paired with his hate-crush on Malleus, who gets to spend time with you, add a bunch of jealousy on both ends, and it’s perfect.
That is to say, I’d feel better writing out the scenario once we have a grasp on why Rollo seems to hold Malleus with contempt(?), but you can bet that I am staring at this event with eyes wide open. 👀👀
#gold drabble#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland spoilers#n/sfw in the tags#the potential is THERE#I could literally work it one of two ways#Rollo develops a yearning crush on MC and is jealous towards Malleus#OR Rollie develops a crush on MC AND Malleus in which he’s mad that he has a crush on Malleus#but he can’t help it because malleus is so amazing even though Rollo’s got his own harbored reason for why he hates him#but then MC is so wonderful? and seems to be friends with malleus. how is that possible?#so Rollo just sits there#angrily stewing in his own thoughts consumed by lust#I would bet—against his own will—that he’ll daydream about getting double teamed by Malleus and MC while he pretends that he doesn’t want it#and it’s oh so sinful. No please don’t caress me with your hands and tear off my clothes and make me feel a world of pleasure#I’m a good little catholic boy#Rollo ^^^
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cigar
my final More Drabbles Monday drabble for the @thehauntedair Starless Sea drabble event <3333 its been real
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Dorian and Zachary have made a delightful new discovery.
A ship of smoke sails a sea of heads in a Harbour bar. Dorian takes another drag of his cigar, pleased with himself, as Zachary marvels at the details. Next he puffs out a galloping horse with two men riding, and Zachary smiles.
Later that evening, though, they’re across the bar, engaged in different conversations.
Dorian catches Zachary’s eye and blows him a kiss. The cigar smoke escapes his lips as many hearts, which float over to Zachary.
When the smoke dissipates in his face, he beams. It smells like Dorian.
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🐝 🗝🗡
#the haunted air#the starless sea#tss#zachary ezra rawlins#dorian tss#zachary x dorian#zachary/dorian#zachary ezra rawlins x dorian#zachary ezra rawlins/dorian#dorkary#daiquiri#im pleased that this is how im finishing off this event actually#im real proud of all the drabbles ive written and all the drabbles i will write later and add to the posting schedule ghahahhaha#but i think this one is real sweet#i call this my gandalf headcanon#big thanks to kristin for entertaining this thought with me before i shared it with the world
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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 in the known world came to an end, by means of the most catastrophic disaster in history: The Doom of Valyria. Much was lost in the cataclysm that claimed not only the land, but the peoples who lived there, along with their secrets. What truly transpired for such a grand power to COLLAPSE in a single day and night, is still up to debate and speculation, even four centuries after it occurred. That it was the work of the gods; that the greed of the Freehold brought about their own demise; that inter-fighting and assassinations consumed them; that a magical accident unleashed chaos. Perhaps there is truth to one, a few, or all of these claims but as disputed as they are, only those who PERISHED know of the cause, and are now forever silenced.
They were people both alike and unlike others, common folk with simple lives and nobles with wealth and riches that could shame many a King’s fortune. But true power resided with those families who rode upon the backs of the most majestic creatures ever known to man: DRAGONS. Those men and women held the title of DRAGONLORDS. Their blood possesses a unique and some say magical bond with dragons, for sorcery was also a gift they knew how to use well.
With the fall of Valyria, however, all of this knowledge was LOST. The lives that these Dragonlords led now deep in the waters of the Smoking Sea; most of their names erased from the pages of history… but not all. Few as they are, some survive, scribbled down on some record of an essosi bank or the faded scrolls in an old palace behind the Black Walls of Volantis. It’s all that remains of a Dragonlord by the name of VAEDAR OF HOUSE VALARYS, the last to hold the seat as head of that noble valyrian family.
It was the year 134 BC, a respected Dragonlord, sorcerer and firemage known as Maeron Valarys was halfway through his term as elected Archon of the valyrian city of Draconys. His family—Wife, sons and only daughter, who was with child—had temporarily taken residence in their palace at the city south of the then whole valyrian peninsula. It was a beautiful structure, polished stone gleaming under the sun, sitting atop a cliff overlooking the warm and usually tame waters of the Summer Sea. It’s there that the archon’s first grandchild was born to his eldest son and daughter—who were married in accordance to tradition—Aeron and Vaenya, giving the newborn babe the name of Vāedar. In the High Valyrian tongue, the name meant ‘Song’.
The Valarys Dragonlords were a renowned family, powerful enough to have a position of significant importance but not so as to partake in the dance of power with the two highest ones. They possessed over a dozen dragons, with the eldest being a century old when the Doom befell the land. They were masters of both miner and domestic slaves, but also provided several working freeborn families with shelter and education, whilst they tended to the produce of the territories held in the Lands of the Long Summer. In time, not only did House Valarys grow most of their own food—thus depending less on fellow nobles—They began dealing in the business of wine, and also in fabrics through select patronage in the trade. It was under the rule of the last head that the Valarys reached the height of power by earning the support of not only the freeholder nobles, but of many of the freeborn citizens. Vaedar Valarys meant for change to happen, but as it so often occurs, it was already too late.
#it short but it a drabble right? xD so must tag as drabble#but yes this is actually from a story i started writing cuz i like to do little short stories some times of the characters#even though i rarely finish them but I TRY but anyway it's not like.. too much info because it's an excerpt from it so it feels cut off#but i thought it would be nice to share as reference and more info for him and the world building#[ D R A G O N L O R D ] Vaedar#giving it a title? nah xD#drabble
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Peach Wine Punishment (Snippet)
Minors Do Not Interact
Synopsis- As a pirate captain, Cyrus likes to think he wears the pants in the relationship.
And whenever he fucks up, Tillie is there to remind him who's boss.
(I only own Cyrus, posted with "Tillie's" permission.)
Warnings- Rope play, Crystal Handcuffs, Edging, Alcohol Mention.
Tags- Less explicit prologue, OCs, Switch vs Switch Dynamics, Elven Male, Catgirl, FFXIV setting.
Word Count- 800 words.
“This is peach ice wine” Tillie said slowly, spying the thin glass wine bottle, label long since scratched off. Convenient.
As Tillie took a sip of the peach wine and noticed the unmistakable gold flecks dancing within the liquid, her eyes widened with surprise. The distinctive trait of Garlean ice wine was impossible to miss, and it left her in a whirlwind of mixed emotions.
Captain Cyrus Mendoza was still occupied on the blue quilts of the bed. Shifting his hulking form to get comfortable sitting up, despite the flimsy ropes from their last round of lust starting to dig into his thick wrists anchored to the headboard above him.
As she waited for his response, Tillie took another sip of the wine, allowing the flavors to linger on her tongue. The taste was exquisite, the fruity notes complimented by the subtle hints of spice and the ever-present gold specks. But even the sweet nectar of her favored drink couldn't contain the nagging suspicion that started consuming her thoughts, sending a twitch of anxiety through her tail.
“And 'ere I thought it was brandy” Captain Mendoza deflected with a rumbling laugh. He rolled his shoulders, cracking the aching joints, and the taught ropes creaked under the strain. “Must be your lucky night”
“Garlean Ice Wine” Tillie turned on her toes to study his face. Her claws tapped against the thin goblet in a manner Cyrus thought much less threatening than she intended. He smirked at her, Tillie's attempts to be menacing always just made him want to press her back into the quilts even more. He could tell her patience was running low from her accusatory tone but he couldn't help but push her buttons just a bit more.
“Could be Ishgardian” He closed his eyes and shrugged in his bindings. He peeked through his lashes at Tillie to judge her reaction. “After all, Garlemald isn't the only vintner of ice wine you know.”
“'Ishgardian', my tan arse.” Telxiope snapped, feline ears flush against her hair. There was a fiery edge to her tone, a mix of frustration and a desire for honesty. After all, they had always prided themselves on their openness and transparency with one another. Tillie wouldn't tolerate half-truths or evasions, especially when it came to matters of their safety and the risks Cyrus was willing to take. Glass still in hand, she swiftly stomped over to the smirking elven bastard.
“Oh sweetheart, ease these up right now,” a grinning Cyrus jerked his head up towards the mass of knots securing his wrists, “an' I can show you how tanned that arse can get.”
Using her free hand to grab the mess of knots to steady herself, Telxiope swung her knee over his body to kneel over his hips. The swift motion dragged her shawl, her only covering, over his hot erection. The silk fabric pulling an aching hiss from the captain beneath her thighs. Crystal grew like frost under her hand over the knots, rapidly solidifying into a mass of quartz and rope.
“I don't think you're in the position to be giving orders, Mendoza” Telxiope snarked back, the claws of one hand tapped against the crystal-enforced bindings, as she placed the goblet on the bedside table. The combination of her steely tone and unshakable grin sent a ripple of anticipation down Cyrus' spine.
Her hands moved from the crystal formation that bound Cyrus's wrists, to his broad chest, teasingly tracing the contours of his muscular arms with her thin claws along the way. She loved having the ability to bring him pleasure or torment with just a touch. Her eyes never left his, filled with a mix of desire and mischief. Cyrus found himself captivated by the fierce determination in Telxiope's eyes, breath hitching in the captain's chest excitedly. He knew better than to underestimate her fiery nature.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his neck, her lips hovering just a hair's breadth away from his ear. Her voice dropped to a tantalizing whisper, carrying a blend of seduction and barely restrained red-hot frustration.
"I know the taste of Garlean wine, Cyrus, even if I couldn't see it in the golden flecks that dance within this glass," Telxiope breathed with that same steel edge to her tone. Her words punctuated by a fanged nip at his earlobe and the ting! of a sharp claw striking the goblet ringing low in the room.
"Now, my dear pirate, I suggest you start talking. Tell me the truth, and tell it now." A wicked smile curved Telxiope's lips as she heard his heart beat beat against his chest. Her hips subtly grinding against his in a tantalizing rhythm, pulling a tortured needy groan from the elven captain beneath her.
“Did you go after an Imperial ship, after I expressly forbid you from doing so?”
Will post more Cyrus and Tillie if I get permission.
#Cyrus: What could go wrong pissing off my retired-from-saving-the-world lady love??#oc: cyrus mendoza#Zaz drabbles#snippet#ffxiv ocs#ffxiv oc#oc smut#tw alcohol#tw restraints#minors dni#cute divider by @CafeKitsune
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“We could die tonight.”
“We could,” Eddie whispers, the words slip softly into the night, hover between them, thicken the air that Billy swears he’s already choking on.
We could die tonight.
Eddie’s eyes shimmer, like the lake at his back, he takes a tentative step closer. “We might,” he whispers and Billy breaks their gaze because he can’t do this, he can’t.
Eddie smiles, presses his fingertips gently to the blonde’s jaw tilts his head up, “hey sweetheart,” he breathes, and Billy’s face twists with pain, he can’t lose this.
“Baby,” Eddie murmurs, Billy glances up, “kiss me the way, that you would, if we died tonight,” and something cracks deep in his chest as Billy’s hand slides gently into Eddie’s hair, as he slowly leans forward and presses their lips together.
They kiss and they kiss and they kiss on the edge of Lovers Lake.
They’re desperate and deep and they breathe each other in, as tongues meet, as teeth press, as the salt of silent tears passes between them and when they finally pull apart they’re both gasping, lungs burning.
Billy looks beautiful as he raises a shaky hand to Eddie’s cheek and murmurs “please don’t watch me go, I can’t…” Eddie cuts in softly with a smile “I get it darling, I won’t,” and Billy releases a final shaky breath, pulls his hand away as Eddie presses his eyes shut.
And as Billy leaves and Eddie stays they think,
Please don’t die tonight.
Just a very little scene that popped in my head when I was listening to the heart wrenchingly beautiful song - Kiss Me by Dermot Kennedy.
#billy hargrove#stranger things#eddie munson#mungrove#this is in my#harringroveson#world it’s just a small focus on these two Steve is off somewhere else#at this point#strangerthings#fic#writing#dermot kennedy#kiss me#Drabble#Spotify
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This is what I imagine dating Tate is like ngl
YES. YES TUMBLR USER POPPYWINE YOU ARE CORRECT. tate thinks he's never experienced true happiness until you sat on his face for the first time. oh my fucking god he can't get enough. he'll be moaning up into you bucking his hips against nothing death grip on your hips and thighs any time you try to wiggle away. it's intense and amazing and he literally cannot get enough.
#drabbles#tate langdon#tate langdon smut#tate langdon drabbles#tate langdon x reader#ahs#ahs smut#ahs drabbles#ahs x reader#ahs murder house#literally he wants you to completely smother him and use him to get yourself off#best of both worlds tbh#tumblr user poppywine
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you: crushes are so dumb
jason: i know. whenever i'm near the person i like i just start acting stupid
you: but you're always acting stupid???
jason:
jason: yeah, don't think about it too hard
#found this so long ago idk who to credit but it's so funny#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd drabble#jason todd blurb#off-world drabbles
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Strolling through the tags, I sometimes come across headcanons that present themselves as analysis. This technically injures no one in the real world, but I think it is an important distinction to keep in mind, if only for clarity’s sake.
Fanlore presents a rather good definition for “headcanon” as “a fan’s personal, idiosyncratic interpretation of canon, such as habits of a character, the backstory of a character, or the nature of relationships between characters. The term comes from the fact that it is the canon that exists in a fan's head.”
I would like to compare this to what is said of “meaning” by Terry Eagleton in his delightful How to Read Literature:
“Meaning is a public affair. There could not be a meaning that only I was in possession of, as there could be a plot of land that only I owned. Meaning is not a matter of private property. I cannot privately decide to make the phrase ‘hermeneutical phenomenology’ mean ‘Meryl Streep’. Meaning belongs to language, and language distils the sense we collectively make of our world. It is not free-floating. … It signifies a compact between human beings in a specific place and time, embodying their shared ways of acting, feeling and perceiving. Even when people conflict over such things, they must agree to some extent on what it is they are arguing over, otherwise we could not call what they were doing conflicting …
It follows from this that a work of literature could not mean something to me alone. I might see in it something that nobody else does, but what I see must in principle be shareable with others for us to call it a meaning … [A quirky, unexplainable connection between words on a page and a reader’s eccentric imagination] could not be part of the meaning of the words. It is simply a random private association. Meaning is not objective in the sense that municipal car parks are, but it is not just subjective either. The same is true of literary works themselves.”
Of course here we’re dealing with more than just literary works, but the logic still applies.
A headcanon is fancy, an amusing way to interact with the source material when it has piqued our interest to such an extent that we cannot help writing our own ideas into it, diving into it, contributing to it. Analysis and interpretation, on the other hand, are concerned with its meaning—what we can take from the text (in that broad sense we’ve come to give the word “text”) as it is offered, as can be proved.
Also analogically useful is what Professor Eagleton says of Moby Dick’s Ishmael:
“If he is not really called Ishmael, the reader might wonder what his real name is. But if we are not given his real name, then he does not have one. It is not as though Melville is concealing it. You cannot conceal something that does not exist. All that exists of Ishmael as a character is a set of black marks on a page. It would not make sense, for example, to claim that he has a scar on his forehead but that the novel fails to mention it. If the novel does not mention it, then it does not exist.”
A headcanon is giving Ishmael—or, say, Beatrice or any of the other surname-less sister warriors a family name. An analysis could propose hypotheses as to why they do not have surnames in canon to begin with (nuns join monasteries and shed their individual identities in favour of a communal body and spirit just as in the military, when the OCS is both a religious and military organisation and its mission is seen as more important than the individual women who accomplish it; self-sacrifice of this magnitude is a requirement rather than a coincidence, as they are all to be groomed as potential halo bearers, to die in battle and be buried and erased in the secrecy of the Order, chewed up and spat out by the institution, etc.)
A headcanon is akin to fanfiction—it often breeds fanfiction (I myself headcanon Mother Superion and Jillian as lesbians when I sit down to write about them; my shipping them is also a headcanon in itself). An analysis gives way to interpretations that may well fly high, but which must always hearken back to the source material in order to assert their validity. They demand evidence where headcanons can simply be stated and taken for what they are.
Both are (fun!) ways of approaching the main fiction, but they are not equivalent or synonymous.
#i know i'm being pedantic but in a world of post truth i think we all benefit from clarity wherever we can apply it#and it's not like i'm decrying headcanons either#i do block the term because they do not interest me but if you like them you like them and that's cool we can all coexist#i usually prefer my headcanons to be woven into fic rather than flung off into tumblr aether#even so i do write drabbles that are NOT my own headcanons but just experiments. just for fun.#as long as there is fun we're good#but there must also be some sort of coherence. long ago someone called an analysis post of mine a headcanon and lol#i even wrote an indirect little post in response it's somewhere in the archive. it's my pet peeve okay i like definitions#tools need to be properly displayed and defined in order for us to use them#my curse is that i cannot be in fandom unless i pour what i was trained to do for years into it#sure it's fun for me but it also means i need to draw my lines on the sand and this differentiation of hc and analysis is one of them#anyway. i just ask that we use language fondly you know? it ain't much lol#silly blabbering#meta fandom talk i guess
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YOUR NSFW HCS FOR MATTHEW PATEL IS SO DELICIOUS AND YUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you do NSFW alphabet of him please
MATTHEW PATEL
NSFW ALPHABET
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NOTE: sorry for dying again lmao im BACK and with MULTIPLE requests for Matty’s NSFW alphabet here I AM!!
WARNING/CONTAINS: face sitting, degrading, praise, mentions of public sex, bondage and mostly DOM! Reader
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s so huffy and puffy. Completely worn out- but he’ll try his best to take care of you and clean up, make sure you’re okay and comfortable and definitely cuddle with you. (Slightly awkwardly but that’s just Matty for you)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Partners: definitely a thigh guy, like he loves them. Like you’re lying on the couch and he just comes up and places his head between your thighs. He’s. Obsessed.
His: probably his hands, he’s really awkward but super handsy and touchy. At first not really but after a while he just needs to touch you constantly. All the time.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s super awkward so the first time you guys had sex and he came IN YOU he freaked out because he didn’t know if you wanted that or not. You assured you that was fine and that is probably his FAVOURITE place to cum. No debates.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s a little into degrading… like if you walk in on him jerking off and start teasing him calling him “pathetic” and stuff he’ll literally die.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He was 100% a virgin when you met. Look at him. Hes felt the touch of only one woman ever. That woman being his middle school girlfriend. But he tries his best! He wants to make you feel good and he’s willing to put his all into it.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Cowgirl. COWGIRL. He loves when you’re on top, maybe it’s just because he likes you being in charge and that’s the best position for you to do so in… but 100% will actually melt if you ride him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He thought the clitoris was alien propaganda. Enough said.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He doesn’t grow that much hair except in his pubic area. He’s very well groomed but has a nice little happy trail leading up his lower torso.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s so lovey dovey, blubbering almost incoherent praise and whines. Just constant- “I love you”s and “so good- just like that” or “pleasepleaseplease” even if he’s not begging for anything
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Super loud. Constantly whining and whimpering while he does it even if he tries to be quiet he’s horrible at it. He can not keep his mouth shut for more than 30 seconds without letting out a pornographic moan or whine.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Smell. He LOVES your smell. He’s definitely jacked off while sniffing your underwear before just craves anything that has your sent lingering on it. Especially if you’re away.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed, he wants you to feel comfortable and safe and what’s more comfortable and safe than your own bedroom? Also because he’s too embarrassed for public/semi public sex or even doing it on the couch most of the time.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Call him a good boy. I dare you. Run your fingers through this man’s hair and call him a good boy and tell him how handsome he looks and how amazing he is. He’ll literally fall to his knees and worship you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Piss. Shit. He’s scared. You’re scared. You’re both scared. Everyone is scared.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving it to you, he probably asked you to sit on his face atleast one time- really shyly obviously. He came up to you all quiet and stuttering while he asked. RECEIVING THO? he’ll praise you like you’re the second coming of Jesus Christ. “Just like that- so good” literally in love with the sight of you in your knees for him, his cock engulfed in your mouth.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
You usually take charge but when he does he’s kind of in the middle. He’s probably scared to go fast and rough- he’d be scared of hurting you or breaking something. He prefers slower or more paced sex. Very sensual and loving.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn’t hate them but doesn’t love them. He much rather have you all to himself for an extended period of time, he just wants you for ever and ever!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’d be so shy that he’d probably stay very vanilla until you pushed him out of his comfort zone. He’s so scared to ask for things he’s just a nervous wreck 99% of the time.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
You can and will overstimulate him. He can and will cry. Not in a bad way out of pleasure of course! He loves it though, he has good stamina you just live to see him whine and whimper under you sometimes… don’t we all?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s not opposed. Definitely teased him with a vibrator before, tying his hands to the bed and resting it on the tip of his cock, watching him whine and beg for too to stop teasing him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t like to tease BUT he loves to BE teased. Always resting your hand on his upper thigh dangerously close to his crotch, subtly calling him the nicknames you call him in bed in public, ect ect. He pretends to be annoyed but LOVES IT.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Loud. LOUD. LOUD MAN. Whines, moans, grunts, whimpers, begging, dirty talk. He’s constantly blubbering incoherently he cannot and WILL NOT shut up. In a good way OFC!!
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Probably wears a headband to keep his hair out of his face while eating you out or sucking you off- ONE OF THESE:
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s not very muscular, slightly scrawny but not completely. I’d say he’s an in between, like half scrawny nerd half toned gym bro.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s got a relatively normal sex drive, nothing crazy but he will complain if you guys are alone when he’s horny. 100%.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost instantly tbh. Right after clean up he’s OUT. Capoot. Gone.
#smut#scott pilgram takes off#scott pilgram vs the world#fanfic#fluff#scott pilgrim#drabble#matthew patel smut#matthew patel x reader#matthew patel#gideon graves#gideon graves smut#gideon graves x reader
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PSA
A drabble is a form of fiction that’s exactly 100 words. If a story is 99 words or less, it’s not a drabble. If a story is 101 words or more, it’s not a drabble.
100 words or nothing
#*rattles cage* please please PLEASE stop labeling random flash fiction or ACTUAL FULL ON STORIES as drabbles#it’s one of those ones with an actual specific definition#if you want something to call fics ~1k or under#call them ‘flash fiction’#a small slice of a larger world/plot you don’t explore is a ‘vignette’#microfiction is a form of flash fiction#typically refers to 6 word/ 55 word/ or 280 character count stories iirc#like that doesn’t rly matter flash fiction and microfiction are umbrella terms#but ‘drabble’ is NOT#it’s a vvvv rigid definition#that’s why they’re fun practice#anyways every time I see someone label random flash fiction or FULL ON SHORT STORIES as drabbles I cry slightly#both because it means I can’t find true drabble stories#and because there’s this like…derision in fandom authors towards shorter stories#not towards other people but like. sometimes it feels like people are ashamed when their stories are ‘only’ a thousand words or so#no!!!! sometimes that’s just the length of the story!!! that’s fine and good!!!!!#short stories are good!!! that’s a whole adventure in just a few thousand words!!! that’s wonderful!!!!#this isn’t English class there’s no need to go all kuzco’s poison form on your story#or force it to expand beyond what you want to explore#anyways this is getting off topic#PLEASE USE DRABBLE CORRECTLY#it’s okay if u didn’t know before now u do#this has been a PSA
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Out of Reach
While Shael would be the last one to boast about knowing anything related to healing, her proficiency in magitek was something she took pride in. So, it stung her ego to admit that she needed Marius’ help – an Imperial soldier of all people – to figure out what was going on with Saltborn. Shael had the tech to gather all the data, but not much of the know how's on the interpretation of it, in relation to the hyur’s current coma.
Nabi had been the one to monitor Saltborn’s ongoing ailment and communicate with Marius with the device that the Imperial had given them. But in teaching Nabi on how to operate the tech along the way, Shael was picking up knowledge on what various readings meant.
So, when the scan after exiting the lighthouse revealed Saltborn’s entire body lit in bright orange, with angry red blotches pulsing in various areas, Shael’s first thought was to bring him to Nabi at all costs. It looked critical, and if something dire happened to the Confederate and Nabi was not there to help him, the xaela would never forgive herself. And Shael couldn’t have that.
But their linkpearls were fried during their excursion into an underground cavern heavily saturated with corrupt aether and crystallized zombies to boot, and the alarm that had since been raised by Maelstrom at the unauthorized intrusion into Pharos Sirius had made immediate departure out of Western Noscea too risky.
One small measure of comfort was that Marius was able to analyze the data and reassure her that Saltborn was in no danger of dying any time soon. He was suffering from aether sickness, possibly triggered by an overexposure in the lighthouse. Brick had already tried to comfort Shael in telling her what she already knew – that she couldn’t have stopped the midlander from taking on this mission – but she still blamed herself for letting it happen. In Nabi’s absence, she was supposed to ensure his safety through this.
It was only with Brick’s aid that they were able to contact a chirurgeon in Moraby, and with Shael’s knowledge of the area near Swiftperch, she was able to smuggle Saltborn’s unconscious body out. They couldn’t go directly to Mist, they had to avoid all areas that had Maelstrom patrol gating the passage. But at least, Saltborn was in no immediate danger. He wasn’t well, by any means, but he would eventually come out of this aether sickness.
And that was the same news that the chirurgeon gave her once she reached Moraby. There wasn’t anything he could do, other than provide medicine for pain and nausea, and hydrate the man. It was up to the hyur to come out of it.
Shael was certain that Nabi would be able to do something more, the lass always had an inexplicable effect on Saltborn. But her messages sent by courier to their place of lodging in Mist came back unanswered. She nor Ghoa was there.
Had they gone back to the Nylor mansion? Hells… without the pearls, how am I s’pose to know if they are alright?
Then Shael remembered. She smacked herself on the forehead before rising from the table, retrieving Saltborn’s pack to rummage through it. She had given him and a pearl to Nabi! Except his was put in a lined pouch to protect it from his own corrupt aether. So, by all rights, it should have been protected from the lighthouse too.
Shael held up the pearl, and with lips pressed together with hope, she placed it into her ear, calling out into the aether. “Nabi?” She waited. There was no answer. “Nabi,” she called again. “It’s Shael.”
But rather than a voice coming through the pearl, Shael felt something else. The hair on the back of her neck began to rise, just an instant before a pulse washed through the room. She recognized it, it was a much weaker version of the forceful push of aether that Saltborn occasionally manifested in times of need. That version could have thrown her across the room.
Shael immediately spun around, eyes wide on Anchor. One hand went to his forehead, and while it felt still warmer than his usual temperature, it was noticeably less than what it had run the sun before. She pried his closed lids open and blinked when she saw his iris shimmer gold. Not the usual amber of his corruption, but gold… like Nabi’s. What in hells…
Without hesitation, she snatched up the scanner. And what she saw, she had never seen in any previous images before. There was a different color, lighter, less angry, but rather a soothing iridescence, that was rippling through his entire silhouette. But as soon as she saw it, the effect began to fade, as if whatever triggered the process was already over.
Shael stared at the image that was left behind. The angry red hue that had spotched over various parts of his body was gone, and the orange that had filled his entire frame was cooling back to yellow, leaving remnants behind where it hadn’t been before. But mostly, things were returning back to how it had been before the lighthouse.
This had to have been Nabi. Shael couldn’t explain it any other way. But how could the xaela affect Saltborn without actually being present? Unless this was something entirely on his part. He had been around Nabi long enough, had one affected the other? She glanced down to the scanner to note the data that was already being sent to Marius, and for a second she considered stopping it. But short of destroying the device, there was no other way. Besides, the man probably could give more insight on the matter. They had all trusted him thus far…
But there was still no answer over the pearl. Shael’s finger rested lightly over it as if that would beckon the other to answer. But her scowl grew darker the longer the silence went on. Shael shoved the scanner back into her pack and strode quickly out the door to find Brick. They couldn’t sit around any longer. Something had happened to Nabi and Ghoa and she needed to figure out what.
#c&f#can i join the drabble club#corruption arc#we had one job ghoa#shael and ghoa going to be taken off the babysitting list#not that either of them could stop these two from their stubborn ways#although which is harder#protecting anchor from himself#or protecting nabi from bads of the world#you decide
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