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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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It’s months post-Starcourt, but the “fire” is still a mainstay on every local station. Newscasters pluck experts out of the woodwork, investigators and fire marshals, even a conspiracy theorist or two, and every stupid interview fades into the background as the mundanity of Hawkins, Indiana settles across the town like a well-worn blanket. It has become a part of the local color, rolled out at events, when cameras spotlight the new mayor, the new police chief, the high school sports teams trotting out in thinner numbers than before.

Steve skulks away from all the pomp and circumstance of the pep rally, the echoes in the gym sealed inside as the heavy metal doors slam shut behind him. He shoves his hands in his pockets, glances right and then left, over his shoulder and back again. Why is he nervous? He shouldn’t be nervous. He checks his watch, taps it as though the hands are lying to him, as if he needs to shake them awake. Time is moving too slow. He decides to trek out early.

This is for Billy. Steve repeats this in his head over and over again, a reminder, because Billy is healing but the healing is slow, and he’s in so much pain all the time, and nothing is touching it, — nothing is helping him. Steve’s pretty sure that Neil’s restricting his medications, that he’s not giving Billy the best chance at getting better, and the mere thought of it makes his blood boil. His heart breaks at every wince, every sharp inhale, every coiled muscle. Steve has held Billy, sobbing, in agony, for too many nights. He can’t just do nothing. He feels useless and he hates it. He has to do something. He has to help somehow.

The thought entered his brain sometime in the last week, on one of the many sleepness nights he’d spent hunkered in the dark of Forest Hills Trailer Park, the trailer empty save for Max dozing on the couch in the living room, Billy curled miserably in Steve’s lap in the bedroom.

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered, stroking Billy’s tear-stained cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I know it hurts.”

He’d already shaken every last orange bottle cluttering the nightstand, all of them empty. Max had scrounged in the bathroom but only came up with a few Tylenol capsules and some kind of muscle cream, neither of which would do Billy much good. Neil was supposed to refill Billy’s prescriptions, had snatched them from Susan’s hands when she’d offered to do it, but so far he’d only come home with brown bags of bourbon and the occasional six pack.

Steve had been holding Billy, rocking him, trying desperately to comfort him, when the arc of Eddie Munson’s headlights across the way caught his attention. An idea formed, and now Steve is sitting at a rickety picnic table in the middle of the woods staring at the black lunch box Eddie had slammed onto the wooden slats.

“It’s not for me,” Steve says, leaning over to peer into the box, reaching in and frowning at the little baggies of weed. He plucks one up, sniffs it, is surprised to find that it’s not some knock-off. He’d almost expected oregano. Such disappointment would align with his mood.

“You don’t have to lie, Stevie,” Eddie says, coy, teasing, as if he thinks that Steve is trying to keep whatever reputation has clung to him since high school.

Steve shakes his head, admits the truth, “It’s for a friend.” Well, a half truth. He eyes Eddie, wondering how much he can trust this boy he’d barely looked twice at since elementary school.

“Sure, man,” Eddie shrugs, still not believing him. “As long as your friend can pay.”

Steve resumes his shopping, sifting through Eddie’s supply. “You got anything stronger than this?” he asks, pinching a baggie between two fingers.

Eddie whistles. “Harrington still likes to party.”

“Listen,” Steve says, harsher than he means to, and Eddie stills. “It’s— I’m…” He sighs heavily, flings the weed back into the metal box and scrubs his hands over his face. Eventually he says, “It’s for Billy.”

“Oh.” Eddie’s features soften.

“I know his family moved out by you,” Steve says, choosing his words carefully. “I don’t know how much you’ve seen of him.”

“Not much,” Eddie admits. “I know he was in the fire,” he says. “That he got hurt.”

Steve can’t help but snort — derision, disgust, annoyance all bubbling to the surface. “The fire,” he scoffs, shaking his head. Then he remembers himself, recalls the purpose of this particular mission. He composes himself, says, “He got really hurt. It’s bad. I’m…worried about him.”

Steve isn’t sure he likes the way that Eddie looks at him when he says, sincerely, “Yeah. Sure.” He looks like he knows something. Hell, he probably does. Steve gets sloppy when he’s nervous, and visiting Billy sets every nerve-ending ablaze. He doesn’t doubt that he’s parked too close to the trailer once or twice, that Eddie may have seen the Beamer cut through the back entrance of the park.

“I just want to help him,” Steve says.

Eddie looks down. He digs a bitten-down nail against the knotted wood of the table, bites his lip, scuffs the heel of his sneaker against the dirt beneath him. “I like Billy,” he says after a while, and when he looks up Steve can tell that he means it. “I mean, I don’t know him well. Not like you do.” Again, that look, that wisdom, that knowledge. “But I like him. We smoked together a couple times. He’s a good guy, underneath it all.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “He is.”

Eddie is quiet for a moment, and then for two. Steve finds himself anxious, worried that Eddie might decide that he doesn’t like Billy enough to help him. Then Eddie takes a deep breath and asks, “How bad’s the pain?”

“Really bad,” Steve answers quickly. “If it’s a scale of one to ten, he’s off the chart. He’s supposed to be on— I…I don’t remember the name of it. But, his family…” This isn’t Steve’s business, not his story to tell. He bites his tongue, keeps it simple. “Money’s tight. He can’t always get his meds. But he can’t survive on baby aspirin and ibuprofen, you know? He’s not in good shape.”

Eddie takes this all in and then he asks, “Will you be with him tonight?” When Steve fumbles, Eddie clarifies, “All my stronger stuff’s back home. I don’t carry it around — too expensive, not worth the risk. But for Billy…” He opens his palms. “I’ll stop in. He can take what he wants. But someone should probably stay with him. I’ve got prescriptions. Safe enough. But, new meds and all, and if he’s as fucked up as you say…”

“I’ll be with him,” Steve says. Eddie smiles and Steve thinks that he’s got him, that he’s got them, all figured out.

For his part, Eddie keeps his promise. He arrives at the trailer under the cover of night. Max is gone for the night, a much-needed sleepover with El granting a brief reprieve. Steve is on the couch with Billy lounging against him pretending not to be uncomfortable. The pain gets worse at night, and Steve can feel in setting in, can tell by the way Billy’s muscles spasm and tense, by the soft little whines that escape when Billy shifts in his spot.

Steve is relieved when Eddie knocks on the door, a feeling that is only half-tempered by Billy’s lack of reaction to Eddie seeing them together, so close, so exposed. Billy’s shirt is off, the fabric too scratchy and painful to bear. Only a thin veil of gauze hides the worst of his still-healing injuries, red, angry scars snaking out from beneath them. Billy barely moves away from Steve, even grabs onto him to help ease himself upright, as Eddie lets himself inside.

The transaction is swift, easy. Eddie presents pill bottles like offerings and Billy turns them over in his hands, selecting a drug with a name he recognizes. Eddie is casual, friendly; he charges a nominal fee that Billy scoffs at even as he downs the pills, dry-swallowing in one gulp.

Eddie lingers after the exchange, settling at the far end of the couch, watching music videos with Steve and Billy as the night stretches on.

It’s not long before Billy begins to slump against Steve, body uncoiling as he snuggles close, his head tucked beneath Steve’s chin, resting on Steve’s chest. Steve holds him there, cards a hand through Billy’s hair, wants to cry because Billy isn’t and he’s so damn grateful for that.

As Billy drifts off, Steve looks to Eddie, opens his mouth to thank him, but stops when he sees Eddie’s furrowed brow, his frown. “What’s wrong?” Steve asks.

Eddie blinks, tries to look away from the roadmap of scars cross-crossing Billy’s back but can’t. “It wasn’t a fire,” he says plainly, eyes flicking to Steve’s, “was it?”

Steve is quiet for a long while. He holds Billy closer, as though afraid that confessing the truth will somehow take him away. He’s spent so many nights dwelling on the look of him, small and bleeding, gasping for breath, on the floor of the mall. He’s spent so much time scared of losing him.

“No,” Steve says eventually. “It wasn’t a fire.”

Eddie slides closer. He places his hand on top of Steve’s, which is holding Billy’s. He looks like he might say something, but he doesn’t. He just sits there, squeezing Steve’s hand, which squeezes Billy’s. Steve finds he likes the feeling, the warm weight of Eddie’s quiet understanding, his gentle support.

#harringroveson #harringrove #mungrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #and then they all became boyfriends the end #this started as a headcanon and then i got carried away #steddilly #stilldie #lex writes fics

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fruity-fruition · 23 days

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Tenma siblings headcanons from the top of my head

I'm a FIRMM believer that Tenma siblings are very physically affectionate (i.e. hugs, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, high fives, shoulder bumping, cuddling, hair ruffling, etc)

This takes Toya fully by surprise when they do it to him outright, without any room for denial.

Tsukasa was eating breakfast with Saki and Toya before realizing he was going to be late for a meet-up with Wondershow.

He has this thing, where he instinctively kisses Saki on the forehead before he heads off, so he does. But, in his unfiltered older brother instinct and disarray, he kisses Toya on the forehead too. And just. Leaves.

Toya kinda blue screens before snapping back and being like "what."

Saki doesn't even bat an eye lmao she just kinda looks at him like he's a little weird.

Toya: (literally saw Tsukasa kiss Saki's forehead first before beelining to him without any hesitation) "I think... he mistook me for you"

Saki: "Toya you dumb fuck (/affectionate) you've been one of us since you stepped foot in our house"

Tenma siblings cuddle a lot, usually on the couch during movies. Tsukasa in the middle, Saki to his right, and Toya to his left. They aren't aware of the set position but whenever they switch, all of them all at once just think "something is not right rn"

While cuddling, Tsukasa often uses his right hand (which Saki is leaning on) to either scroll his phone, read, or so show work (costume designing, script writing, ideas, etc). He always leans his head on Saki's. He uses his left hand to run through Toya's hair.

Toya starts referring to Saki and Tsukasa as his siblings and family outside sometimes.

Saki and Tsukasa listens to pop music sometimes. Not their main music taste, but enough for it to be significant.

This culminates to a very confusing moment for VBS, who've met Toya's biological, douche, emotionally constipated classical music family, when they hear Toya say "Oh, yeah I know Taylor Swift. My family listens to her sometimes."

Which scared VBS to their core because why is Harumichi Aoyagi listening to western white girl music

Tsukasa loves baking and cooking. It's a stress reliever thing for him. This is a huge bonus for his siblings (mainly Saki. Toya's not a huge sweets person) because there's always sweets in the pantries.

Toya never sneaks into the kitchen alone, he wouldn't dare. Plus, again, not a huge sweets person. Saki, however, is a horrible influence. They often have 2am gossip, accompanied by brownies and vanilla ice cream.

Toya and Saki can't cook for their life. (I know canonically, they're okay-ish, but hear me out.)

Toya, raised as a rich kid for most his life, has never cut a single raw ingredient in his life until his late teen years.

Saki's been hospitalized for the majority of her life.

Tsukasa's the only Tenma sibling with cooking and baking skills (considering he had to fend for himself for a while)

While they were baking together, Toya and Saki managed to get the batter on the ceiling AND explode the microwave because the batter had too much eggshells in it when they put it in. Tsukasa had to call Rui over to fix it.

Tsukasa: "I can't pay you for now, Rui I'm so sorry-"

Rui: "Don't worry about it, Tsukasa"

Tsukasa: "I'll repay you in sweets when we're done?"

Rui: "...preferably not ceiling ones but yeah I'd like that"

Speaking of,

Ruikasa starts dating and Tsukasa swears that Rui had nothing to worry about when it comes to his family. They're welcoming! They're open! They'll love him.

Rui decided to not tell him about the glares coming from a certain pinkish blonde and split haired boy when they announced the news. (At least the parents were sweet)

Toya and Saki actually has no real gripes against Rui. They're protective, sure, they will eventually corner Rui and interrogate him, but Saki just thinks it's funny and Toya is just Toya. Rui's paranoid lmao

Akito punching Toya in the main story left a bruise (as seen in the official animation) which Tsukasa and Saki got really concerned about during their arcade hangout (Toya's first 3* side story).

Tsukasa figured out that Akito was the one who did it, and ranted to Saki about it. But he retracts it when the duo made up.

Saki isn't letting that shit go, oh no. This GINGER punched her brother?? Then, she started hearing about how Akito likes messing with Tsukasa, even insulting him to his face sometimes.

So she has a personal beef with Akito. Who didn't even know she existed.

When Akito first step foot into the Tenma household, he was dreading the presence of Tsukasa, but to his shock and horror, Tsukasa is actually more tame at home.

His biggest worry should've been the girl with pigtails, who, upon seeing him, got up from her chair and heads straight to her room. not breaking eye contact.

It takes a while, but Saki and Akito gains an unlikely alliance.

Names I gave to the Tenmas:

Tenma siblings: All three of them, at once

Tenma Twins: Saki and Toya

Tenma brothers: Tsukasa and Toya

Prototype Tenma: Tsukasa and Saki

(real original I know)

Kohane is Wondershow's number #1 fan, probably Tsukasa's number #6 fan (I love her but her competition is Saki, Toya, and Wondershow. Idk what to tell you. At least she got a number)

She absolutely loses it when Toya got them all free tickets to one of their shows.

Akito dreads going. An is slightly excited. Kohane is radiating pure joy.

Akito nearly cries when when Kohane admits that she actually likes Tsukasa as a person, not just a performer, when she properly meets him.

Akito: "An you're my only hope. Toya's biased, Kohane's insane"

An: "idk dude Tenma and Kamishiro are pretty cool when they're not actively trying to blow the school up"

Akito: "An please"

I have so much more idk maybe I'll post more later

#pjsk #tsukasa tenma #saki tenma #toya aoyagi #toya tenma #tenma siblings #tenma tsukasa #tenma saki #tenma toya #aoyagi toya #project sekai #ruikasa #for a brief moment #pjsk headcanons #this started as a small post but I got carried away #fru posts

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bakugousolos · 1 year

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Meow meow meow. Imagine being barbarian!bakugos wife and sitting him down to braid the sides of his hair 🤤🤤. Like everyone just kinda stops and stares at how you easily lead him towards your seat and have him plop down in front of you, he doesn’t even know why you brought him there. 🙏 just happy to be with you n in your presence.

#mha drabbles #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha headcanons #mha x you #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #barbarian bakugou #meow meow #i just came tbh #LOL this is so random #yummy man i need him #omg putting little beads in the braids too!!!#kinda starts a little trend and soon everyone has little shinies in their hair #i got carried away

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mauvearts · 1 year

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#N♥l♥finweans

#at least ¾ of them #aka two show-offs ...and Turukano #fingon #aredhel #turgon #silm #silmarillion #The Silmarillion #tolkien #this started as a doodle just for some outfitconcepts #well... i got carried away #also somehow i nailed the facial features i imagine for them??#if you are wondering - they are dressed up for the starfestival of the Vanyar (annual celebration of Varda and her stars)#everyone is wearing flowy garments made out of soft and sheer white fabric #very little use of bling #but very extravagant makeup including dust of goldleaf around the eyes #as extended family of the vanyarin court Indis' children and grandchildren are always welcome to celebrate #(the feanorians not so much - but Tyelko sneaks in from time to time 8D)#but thats all just headcanon material 😅

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kanene-yaaay · 2 months

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Sousou no Frieren- Tickle Headcanons

This anime has me in a chockehold and ain't letting me go so soon so I might as well share all the daydreams and thoughts living in my mind rent free since I watched it and decided that!!! Hey!!! I can add tickles to that!!!

Anyway, at first I was going to just write about Himmel and a few other selected characters from both adventures but GOSH suddenly all out of nowhere I start daydreaming about ALL OF THEM and so... This long post was born. kjhgfdfghjklkj not all of them are going to be very long and it can be OOC but I hope you still like to read it as much as I liked to write! <3

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Himmel

(We are not going to talk about how much time I spent trying to choose just one gif) Our dear dead wife <3

He LOVES tickles and no one can convice me otherwise, I mean! Look at him! He definitely play that card at any moment he can

Cheering someone up? They say that laughter is the best medicine! Another boring day stuck in a cabin waiting for the snowstorm to go away? Nothing better than a tickle fight to make the time pass! Comforting a sad kid they just saved and are bringing to safety? Add a few wiggling fingers and watch that beautiful smile appear right way! Someone is literally just minding their own business doing nothing at all GET TICKLE ATTACKED!

He is a charming, playful, dramatic bastard and he knows it. He is using every and any opportunity to plentily tease the person, praising their laughter, pointing how lovely is their every reaction, gasping in false offense at any threat of revenge.

He will definitely laugh and snicker together with the person and sometimes let out honest comments that weren't supposed to be teasy but are like 'I didn't expect you to be so ticklish' or 'Wait, it tickles? Right here? That is so cute' and take the matters on his own hands to find at least one (1) new tickle spot when he tickles a friend because their surprised face right before descending in unstoppable giggling is way too priceless

Now, I need you to listen to this very very carefully: he can NOT take what he dishes out. at all.

So much squirming and trashing around. He can't control himself at all and won't even try to hold his laughter back, letting it ring loud and free, dying with any kind (literally, anything will do) of tease and pleading for his life as if he is being killed on the spot.

Somehow is totally blind to tickle traps. Sometimes just to mess with him Heiter would hold his cup up and ask for a toast and when Himmel complied he would latch on his ribs and rip my bro. he's dead on the floor. He never seems it coming even if they already done this a dozen time before.

Always crumbles with the tickles. A squeeze on his side and his legs transform in noodles immediately. That doesn't mean that he is a easy target though, if you decide to tickle him be prepared for some revenge

His main target and partner of tickle fights is Heiter, even though they manage to pull the rest of the party to their shenanigans sometimes too, even getting to listen to listen Eisen low, amused chuckles and Freiren tiny smile.

Talking about that. There is just one very specific occasion all his self preservations, squirms and defense disappear in the same second: when Frieren is involved.

Once, when both Heiter and Einsen decided to gang up on him, she decided to get into the fun with a few pokes and the VERY MOMENT Himmel realized that she was tickling him it was over.

He became a boneless mess of hysterical giggles on the floor not moving a single inch and taking all the tickling with no protests, completely lost in the fact that this was Frieren having fun, being silly and playful with them and his brain shortcurted and suddenly he became 1000000000000 more ticklish instantly.

Excuse me honor he is SMITTEN

If he is tickled for long enough or on a specially ticklish spot he lets out a loud, high pitched crackling that never fail to amuse his friends because he gets extremely red at that and tries to cover his face at any cost.

Besides that, he is not flustered at all about his liking to tickle and be tickled. It's a fun activity, a nice way to bond and it bring happiness to everyone! What is there to be embarrased about it?

Though other teases can destroy him rip

Is extremely and I say extremely gentle and caring when tickling Frieren. Soft scribbles, light scratching and steeping away not before too long has passed. Sometimes get lost in the happiness and joy of the moment but it's quick to come back to reality so that his tickling never lasts too long and he gets smiley about it for the rest of the day.

Gets grumpy about how he never manages to catch Einsen by surprise but immediately loses his pout when the warrior decides that he is not the one who started that war but he is the one who will finish it.

When he takes too long to decide a pose for their statue they start to attack him with plenty of pokes and squeezes until he finally makes up his mind.

Sometimes they just do that while he is posing to mess with him too. Especially because Himmel will try to pretend nothing is happening and attempt to keep his pose on the very beginning until he eventually breaks down in titters and protesting giggles.

It never lasts long. But he keeps trying

Has The Smirk.

Softest and most playful aftercare ever. With plenty of comfort and smiles.

Heiter

Our flawed priest <3

Do not have The Smirk but he has an entire aura about him that you can't really point what it is but suddenly there's ringing danger bells in your mind and on outside he looks normal, just taking a drink but then you blink and then BOOM he strikes

Can and will destroy someone with tickles with just one (1) hand because his other one is too busy carrying his cup

Gets stupidly silly when tickling someone. He will chuckle together with the person and use the goofiest nicknames, teases, tickle traps and everything else he can think of. It's the whole ordeal, really. He has no shame.

It's quite neutral but leaning to positive when it comes to tickling, but since Himmel is always dragging him into tickle fights he can't help but get a little bit of playful revenge. After a few years he started a couple of them by himself too.

Is horribly skilled with the nimblest and deadliest tickles ever.

Also. Changes from side to side of a tickle fight easy as water and will always help who offers him more drinks. So be careful when siding up with him to not get too close or comfortably into tickling range.

Somehow, incredibly lucky in finding tickle spots, be with random pokes to call the person's attention or some soft scribbling to hear some giggles and smile amused and content at them.

Also adept to cheer up or comforting tickles, creating a lot of fond memories with Fern in the nights she couldn't sleep and they both shared some good tea while watching the sky.

Will try to curl up in a ball when tickled and his only protest is to be careful with his glasses.

Not really very affected by teases. Says a lot of nonsense when is tickled tho

Frieren

HEEEEERRRRRRRR <3 <3 Our old lady

Has the tiniest, sweetest smile when tickling someone. it's adorable.

Do not engage in tickle fights but it's not against them. Usually would just stay in the background with Einsen while the other two got caught up in their giggly shenaningans

Her biggest moment was when she decided to show everyone this magic spell she learned some decades ago and then suddenly everyone is attacked by a bunch of wiggly, fluffy feathers that followed them no matter how much they squirmed or jumped.

Tickle spell tehee

They never got to know if she did that to mess with them or if she truly just wanted to show the spell.

Is more curious about tickling than anything. Thinks it's a nice way to make her friends laugh, but it's also very neutral about it, won't actively seek revenge or anything.

After years with both Himmel and Heiter, also lightly tickled Fern once or twice for the sake of cheering her up.

Ticklish ears ticklish ears ticklish ears ticklish ears-

The first time Himmel tickled her he immediately fell on the floor ded because it was too much cute.

(The way he looked at her that day is a fond memory for her, she doesn't quite know why, tho.)

Not really a squirmer and her laughter is mostly silence, full of small giggles and one or two hiccups. Like soft tickles the best, since it is not unbearable to feel and actively leaves her w a light, quite content feeling afterwards. She could take a tickle fight, tho.

Fern

<3 Somehow the most responsible adult in the party <3

Terrifying ler, can and will use your weakness against you.

Just as she does when fighting, thrives when her victim understimate her power and is quick and ruthless to bring them to their destruction.

Will tickle the person usually as a way to get them to do something (probably a chore they forgot) or admit something while having the most unimpressed face ever seen by humankind

She can be both incredibly merciless and very very kind, depends on her mood, the person and the context

Only like being tickled by someone she really trusts and not around another people so no one will her being silly like this.

Get very embarrassed just for thinking how childish tickling is, but treasures the soft moments with har friends and family, just like every other playful, fun, nice memory

When the person (let's be honest here, probably Spark) is too occupied laughing their heart out also let's out the tiniest, softest smile, pretty much like Frieren

Used tickles to cheer up Spark once and promised to do 10 times worse if he even THINKS about mentioning that to anyone

Snorts. SO much of them. If she is laughing they will automatically appear no matter how much she tried to hide them between her hands.

Her shoulders and head shake with giddy energy when is being tickled. It's everything <3

Einsen

*LOUD INTELLIGIBLE SCREAMING* AAAAAA

As I said on Himmel's part, not really one to start the tickle fight but a quick one to finish it.

Not really very ticklish and not very easy to be caught out of guard so rip his opponents, really

HOWEVER, he has one single incredibly and horribly ticklish spot right under his knee that he immediately DIES when it's tickled and it's an automatic win for the person, so the thing is of every fight is: will them be able to get him there before he gets them? That is the big question

Not really a teaser, prefers to tickle the person in silence while mapping the places that get the biggest reactions so he can focus there.

Could or could not have used this techinique with Spark to 'train his resistence' once (an excuse that his friends were very fond to use with him) but no one will ever know because if you ask him he will just stare at you and let out a single chuckle before going on about his day and Spark will Blush and Die before answering

Made mental bets and always knew the score by heart of Himmel x Heiter fights

Used to think it was a silly and pointless activity. But after their ten year adventure came to treasure and be fond of silly, pointless activities

Loud, booming laughter or no laughing at all. No in between.

Spark

DA BOI WHO DID NOT DESERVE THAT PAST AND NOW DESERVE ALL THE LAUGHTER EVER

Do not mind tickling at all!

It kind of reminds he of his brother, since when he was a kid he was the biggest tickle monster ever. Not only on those training tips he used to give even while being extremely busy, but he just loved to appear out of nowhere behind him, carry and put him on his shoulder and tickle him while walking back home, pretenidng he was carrying a bag of 'extremely wiggly vegetables!'

He also used pokes and prodding to help him with maintaining his form while wielding a sword. Even if extremely common, Spark still squeaked everytime he poked his armpit to remind him to not his arms so far away from his torso

Still, everytime he is tickled that boi just can't form ANY coherent sentence at all, no matter if he is full on belly laughter with just a few giggles, his mind immediately turn into a mushy mess

Won't go down without a fight. Running away, attacking back, squirming as his life depends on that. Most of the time squirming away from it only to dash in a sudden bolt of energy and then come back in a surprise tickle attack to get revenge.

Tried to get Fern back once for tickling and they ended up actually fighting but some days later she started a tickle fight so he ??? is just very confused??? if she actually hates it???

(But to see her loosing up, giggling, laughing out loud and being so full of playfulness and joy... wow)

He likes to throw a few playful teases here and there when he is tickling his friends, with plenty of snickers of his own and pointing out how ticklish the other person is or about their delight reactions.

!!Tickles games!!!

His entire face gets extremely red when his laughter begins to sound higher or crackly. Can NOT take any tease about that at all.

Sein

OUR EVEN MORE FLAWED PRIEST <3 <3 <3 Come back pls

THE MOST TICKLISH PERSON EVER

And his best, amazing, ruthless friend Gorilla was more than happy to remind him about it all the time

Until nowadays he can't really see fingers wiggling in his direction without immediately getting a wobbly smile and giggles instinctively creeping up on his throat

His brother also would tickle him when he was a kid and later would gladly snitch all the 'truly good, hidden tickle spots' to his friend much to his dismisse

Will trash, squirm, plea, beg and promise to do anything when tickled. Especially if we'retalking about light, soft tickles. Those make him go absolutely crazy out of his own mind

Even so, he doesn't mind it too much. Still, gets extremely embarrased and complains about how childish it is.

Def made AND lost bets again his friend and got tickled as a "payament". Also I can see them both having competitions to see who takes the longest to laugh, say uncle, keep their arms up and etc :D

Sometimes gives Spark a few tickles just to mess w him and snicker at the jumps he gives.

Spark got revenge so rip.

#me seeing how most of the gifs w Frieren she is always together w Himmel and vice versa: *sobbing. screaming.losing my mind.* thats fine :)#gonna be honest tho. gosh. every gif is so full of memories and amazingness. They're all always around each other and you just can FEEL #how much they care and aaaaaaaaaaa #putting them all in the microwave and shaking with no mercy LEAVE MY BRAIN ALONE kjhgfdfghjk #Ticklish!Himmel #Ticklish!Fern #Ticklish!Frieren #Ticklish!Einsen #Ticklish!Heiter #Ticklish!Spark #Ticklish!Sein #Sousou no frieren tickles #sousou no frieren tickling #Tickle headcanons #Kanene's tickle headcanons #Kanene's fic #Himmel's brainrot is STRONG #Still sobbing about Sein btw. How DARE he makes a rational choice that fits perfectly his character and development and go away to find his #friend instead of staying with the party HOW DARE HE I GOT ATTATCHED DAMMIT COME BACKKKK #Not to mention the fact that we get attatched to Himmel simply by the memories Frieren carries. Gosh.#To actually SEE the amount of adoring love and care that his gaze carries EVERYTIME he looks and interact w Frieren but also to see how muc #he just loves. everything around him and everyone. he cares and fight and protect and I can NOT. I can not and that is it #I gotta stop myself now or I will slowly descend into madness if I start talking about all the dynamics and interactions in this story. gee

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i just feel like kei would take FOREVER to finally confess his feelings to someone. like years. he’d probably try to convince himself not to like them and do everything to avoid them or lose feelings. but then once he finally does confess, he’d be trying to marry them like 2 months into the relationship lmao

ahhhh!!! i love him!!! i hope he knows how loved he is!!!

i like to think that sometimes he doesn't know how to process emotions?? or that he does, but just compartmentalizes and tucks them away, y'anno?

takes him some time to actually figure out what true, genuine, deep love is. he never had that growing up, instead just became a puppet for the commission and he didn't know how to be anything but that.

he's probably so oblivious. first time he gets butterflies when he sees the person he likes, poor baby probably thinks he's coming down with the flu :( he doesn't get why he feels like he's floating, or why his breath catches in his throat when he sees you. he knows life feels good when he's around you - that you ease his mind and his worries melt away, but he doesn't understand why.

he'll do something like ask rumi about it, conflicted as all holy fuck because this isn't something he knows. and rumi will just laugh and pat his shoulder, saying something along the lines of, "oh pretty bird, sounds like you've got a crush."

i'm sorry... a what? he'll give her a look of confusion, quite possibly the cutest frustration that rumi's ever seen, and she'll laugh even harder.

"you know... love?"

there's no way. you and hawks are just friends. what he feels for you is nothing more than admiration and loyalty. a deep friendship and nothing else.

...right?

silly bird. he doesn't know what to do with himself. every time he sees you now, his heart skips a beat and his feathers stand on end, wings puffed out like he's been spooked. he curses rumi in the back of his mind, because there's no way.

one day you reach out to pass him the coffee you'd bought him, and he just about falls the fuck out when your fingers brush. not because it makes him flustered and shy, but because he finds himself wanting more.

no, no. this isn't right.

he gives it a few weeks. and after a few weeks, he realizes rumi was right. and that scares him.

he's out of denial, but now he's just terrified because he doesn't know what to do with the situation. what does this change? should he tell you? no, he shouldn't tell you, because it's not important.

he hides his feelings well, a well-trained façade that he's developed over time, and carries on as if this whole love thing doesn't exist.

because it doesn't, right? it's nothing, he'll feel like this for a month and everything will go back to normal.

so he carries on, like normal. continues to do his job, continues to pick on you in the mornings, especially when you haven't had your coffee, continues to share late-night laughs and flight adventures with you.

he pretends not to feel the longing, the ache in his chest, the feeling of loss.

"you haven't even told them, yet? how would you know they don't feel the same?"

because there's nothing there to feel. right?

he's assigned a mission that's estimated to last six months - half a year. it's a lot of undercover tactics, halfway across japan in hokkaido, twenty hours away.

when you find out, he knows you're sad, but with understanding. he gives you what details he can, only giving you the prefecture and the time frame, and tells you he doesn't know how often he'll be able to reach out due to the extremity of the mission.

the last night you spend together before he leaves is one that stays in the back of his mind throughout the whole mission. perched on your favorite rooftop that overlooks the city, laughing about stupid memories with tears in your eyes.

it's a long six months, spent communicating back and forth with the commission, relaying information about the suspect and their agenda, stakeouts, late nights and early mornings.

he's tired, honestly. worn out lack of sleep and stress, but he still keeps up on the news footage from back home, watching as days go by that you aren't by his side.

a few months in to him being gone, he's informed that the villainous activity he's been tracking has dwindled, meaning they're laying low. almost four days with no action and he decides to give you a call, figures its safe enough.

he knows you're having a bad day when you answer the phone but don't say anything. there's a long sigh at the other end of the line, and only then do you let out a shaky, 'hey'.

his heart clenches in his chest, a lump forming in his throat, and he misses you.

"songbird, tell me what happened," he says gently, and it almost kills him when he hears you let out a long, shaky sniffle.

you tell him about your day, the rough mission you'd been on and the casualties involved; about how tired you are and how badly you want him to come home. he can only offer you comforting words and reassurances that he'll be home soon.

he hates it.

the phone call lasts for a few hours, continuing until the moon is far into the sky, and not a single soul is awake, except for what seems to be the both of you.

he knows you're falling asleep, your words coming out slow and your breath evening out over the phone. he tells you that you should get some sleep, and maybe take the day off to recover from the days events.

you really must be exhausted, because you whisper an 'i love you' across the line, and tell him to stay safe.

his heart sinks in his chest, and all he's able to muster is, "you too," before hanging up the phone.

he sets his phone down on the desk in his hotel room, and scrubs his hands over his face.

fuck.

days turn into weeks; weeks turn into months. he doesn't reach out to you again, caught up in the thick of the investigation, but time still passes by slowly for him.

four months and two weeks into it, he decides to ask about his agency while he's on the phone with the commission. he's glad to hear that everything is holding up well, and that his apprentices are fairing well without him there. he asks about you, with you being his sidekick and all, and hears that you're doing well. granted, of course, that your last mission left you in recovery girl's care with a broken arm, three broken rubs, and a punctured lung.

he clenches a fist at the news, but knows reacting won't change the fact that he's nearly a thousand miles away and can't do anything to help you.

his internal confliction fuels him to stay focused on the task at hand, knowing that the distraction is only going to make things harder. he's got a little over a month left until he's back home, back by your side.

when the commission decides to test a theory and engage the enemy earlier than intended, it turns out to be a hard battle but it's won. he documents the necessary evidence needed for trial, makes the necessary phone calls and fills out the necessary paperwork, and before he knows it, he's packing his bags.

one month early. one month closer than he was yesterday to seeing you.

the plane ride is long, and he spends most of it deep in thought with nerves. there's a feeling in his chest that he can't describe, and the world feels like it's moving in slow motion.

he arrives at the commission's private hangar and goes through the proper security, heart thumping in his chest while his mind whirls a mile a minute. you don't know that he's coming home, and he can't wait to suprise you.

the flight to your apartment is short since you live downtown, the sky turning a deep red-orange hue above him. it's peak fall, right in the middle of october, and the cool breeze through his wings feels good.

he soon comes to a halt, perching on your balcony railing while he peers inside your apartment. you're curled on the couch, your favorite comfortor wrapped around you as you sleep.

he quietly steps off of the railing and tries the sliding glass door, and to his suprise it opens with ease for him, the faint sound of the door sliding on its tracks echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

he takes in your sleeping form, curled up with the small, stuffed animal version of himself he'd jokingly gotten your for your birthday tucked under your arm.

something in him breaks.

he kneels down in front of you and reaches a hand out, brushing loose hairs away from your face. you open your eyes dazedly, blinking away sleep, now aware of the man kneeling before you.

"kei?" you sit up suddenly, in awe. he sits back on his haunches, and smiles at you, reaching a hand out once more to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"yeah, it's me baby bird," he coos softly, promising. he's almost knocked back when you fly forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck. he holds you firmly to the couch so you don't fall off, his hands squeezing your waist where they rest.

you look up at him, eyes tearing and cheeks red, and he can't help himself. he leans forward and presses his lips to yours, feather soft, only for a moment. he doesn't expect you to tangle your fingers in his hair, careful not to pull, and guide him down into another kiss, a gentle press of lips that lasts a bit longer than the first.

"i love you, fuck," he chokes on the words as they come out, a stutter of breath against your lips. "i love you, have loved you for so long, i-"

you comfort him with gentle hands coming to rest on his cheeks, and bring his face up to look at you.

"i know, pretty bird," he leans into the chaste kiss you press to his forehead, "i know. I love you, too. welcome home."

#why do i turn every ask into a whole ass fanfic lmao #so sorry #i deadass just got carried away #also this is like....#kinda rushed cause i started getting sleepy so apologies #keigo takami #hawks #bnha hawks #bnha keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #hawks x reader #ky writes #keigo takami headcanons #mha hawks

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black-and-yellow · 2 years

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Got something good for you.

#started off as a sketch but then I started reminiscing about that showdown comic and got carried away #still haven't figured out how to draw burns #I'll get there #had to go on Google Images to look for a reference and saw someones arm split open like a squishy red orange #not sure if it was real or makeup but if it was makeup I am extremely impressed #got all the tendons in and all #[plays your hand tendons like a harp]#anyway I want a scene in the anime where Mic properly laughs #but ONLY if he sounds like the guy in the background of the Alton Towers Smiler soundtrack #cannot have my evil laugh headcanon snatched away from me #I haven't watched the baseball OVA yet because it's premium so if he laughs in that and it's completely normal I don't know about it #right it's warnings time so I don't get in trouble #cw blood #cw burns #ever see some kid's post and it's like #tw gore #and you look at it and it's like a little red pen scribble on a knife #it's slightly disappointing. Like I thought I was going to be repulsed. Give me something here #anyway <3 #idk read my old comics they're better than my new content #I peaked with 'yo yo yo you look physically unwell' and it's all been downhill from there #loudspeaker au #villain!mic #hizashi yamada #bnha au

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kaltacore · 10 months

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Some time after the Blight ends, they're invited to Redcliffe. There's going to be a statue in their honour, the letter says, made by one of the best Fereldan artists — and it needs their approval for some reason. A formal one, of course. “At least they didn't pay Orlesians. Let them stick to their fancy chateaus,” Alistair says jokingly, but he seems excited — and Keeris, well, not that much. She doesn't tell him about it anyway. He deserves to feel like a hero for once. Statues and celebrations and all.

It's nice to see Redcliffe rebuild though. It's nice to see anything rebuild — no more darkspawn and barricades, no more walking corpses and burning roofs. Former wastelands are green and full of blooming spring flowers that cover the ruins of something that cannot be restored anymore, completely destroyed houses and fallen mill wings that no one had time to take away; it's a beautiful sight. She'd better stay here instead of going to the castle. She's, frankly, sick of the castles — and they are probably sick of her.

People inside are still friendly, though. Cheerful even. Keeris sees the shade of nervousness crossing Eamon's face when he shakes her hand, but it's not unexpected, really — he couldn't be that fond of her, not after what happened at the Landsmeet, she's aware of that.

The Fereldan sculptor, on the other hand, is very proud and just can't stop talking — about the greatness of his project and how honoured he is to work on it and set the Heroes of Ferelden in stone. Before he bows his head, he gives her a brief look, a strange one for sure, almost terrified — Keeris doesn't know what to make of it nor she wants to try.

Then, he shows it. The art, the concept. It's a big, big piece of paper full of little sketches and drafts and one glorious drawing of a statue in the middle of it.

For a moment, no one says a word.

“What is that?” Alistair asks and his voice sounds genuinely baffled. There are tones of anger in it, loud and clear. Keeris slightly squeezes his hand.

She's not surprised at all.

The statue is a man and a woman in Grey Warden uniforms standing in pretentiously heroic poses. A man resembles Alistair very well, with the same features and even the way he holds his shield. It's almost like him, really, just lifelessly stony grey.

A woman is slightly shorter than him: her features are smooth and pretty, her braided hair is long and wavy, scattered by the wind, and her ears are flat. Her face is so strangely, unfamiliarly bare.

Oh, it does make her angry, furious even. Just a little. Even if she shouldn't care.

She shouldn't care, a girl with vallaslin and sharp features and sharp ears and hair too short to cover them.

“Somehow,” she says calmly, looking Eamon straight in the eyes, “I didn't expect less from your kind.”

They argue. Alistair and Eamon, mostly — she herself wouldn't waste time on it nor she thinks it would change anything, but now they can't go away and loudly shut the door.

Eamon says something about his gratitude. Something about the gratitude of his people and how they all cherish both of them here. Something about the cruelness of the world around. Something about the vile, vile people, who are obviously not there, but they will come and they will not tolerate an elf standing in the middle of their beautiful human town. They will not let it be.

Of course, they won't. She saw the alienage in Denerim. She saw what Anora did to it after she gave her a crown and was proclaimed a friend. It always ends up like this. All the promises and gratitude — they never matter. She learnt it the hard way.

“Then,” she says finally, “Don't make it. Don't place it here. If not for my people's sake — don't lie to your own at least.”

Nobody dares to object.

They leave in awkward, unpleasant silence: no farewells, no partings. They don't even stay for the night at Redcliffe. Alistair keeps repeating he's sorry, that he never wanted it to be this way, that he was sure his uncle would do better than this — Keeris laughs with just a little bitterness in her voice. He shouldn't be sorry. She was the one who took his statue away, wasn't she? He promises they will get a nice, proper one. Maybe somewhere in Amaranthine.

Another letter comes, informing them it is going to be a griffon. A beautiful creature, a symbol, a compromise, it says. None of them respond.

When they get to Redcliffe a couple of years later, there it is, standing in a square. No faces, no names and no shameless lies.

People here still recognise them. They wave their hands when they pass by and promise to buy them a beer if they happen to be around. An elven servant in the crowd blesses her path with Mythal's name. A young girl throws her a flower crown.

They do not put portraits in the archives of Weisshaupt after all.

At least there is no woman who never was.

#i'm sorry. i've been rotating this headcanon in my brain for a year now #and i don't have time nor ideas to put it in a fic. so here it is.#anyway really was thinking a lot. about that statue. i know bioware made it the way it is so it could symbolise all of the players' wardens #but uhh. was thinking about it a little too much and got carried away. and here we are #gonna start posting my stuff here more for practice ig. also i got too confident bear with me #my writing #oc: keeris mahariel #alistair theirin #dragon age

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wr0ngwarp · 1 year

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music box

#jet set radio #jsr beat #uhh hm do i put this in the zero beat tag. might as well #zero beat #beat jsr #beat jet set radio #eyestrain #ask to tag #goig back to my roots a liddle bit and drawed something Vaguely Gekidan Inu Curry Inspired.. definitely not an actual style attempt tho #get sillyweird immediately boy.#anyway this art i feel like i got kind of lost and wandered away from my original intention with it but thats ok bc i think it still cool #in uhh me and my sibling's au/headcanons we decided to just go with the ''gouji is beat's dad'' theory #(we did it as a joke but then started thinking abt it seriously :/ kirby fandom era me would be so disappointed in me)#anyway this art was going to be more directly about that and then it was only KIND OF about that. well whatever LMAO #anyway unrelated (mostly) to all that. never let your vaguely egotistical n smug protags near me. i will give them full blown COMPLEXES #i'll make them fucking unbearable. i'll make them think theyre the specialest little guys EVER. Without Remorse.#Are You Paying Attention To Him Yet. ARE YOU.#also like side note but. i think im literally incapable of not making a zero beat look like just the silliest little guy ever #i need to pick one up. and carry him around like a plushie. (would get maimed if i tried to do this)#wait i just looked at my sibling's response wehn i first showed this art to them and part of their reply was ''Beature come and see him;!''#and now i just have fin fin come and see him stuck in my head but with ''finfin'' find+replaced with Beature #Beature come and see him... love and we'll believe him... always and forever Hes your best friend!!!!#closes the music box and puts it in a shipping package. and addresses it to be sent to planet teo. I dont give a fuck #Beat. The Real Computer Beature.#oh my god these tags are like. even more tangential and incoherent than usual for my art blog.#i am just going to click the post now button and free this post from its purgatory.

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madeofstardust17 · 2 years

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I need to know something. The fact that they all knew the lyrics to I've had the Time of my Life means they've all seen Dirty Dancing at some point in their lives.

Now I want to know, did they all watch it at some point in their childhood together? Or did they all watch it in their adulthood separately?

Bc either way I love the situation, but the fact that they did not need lyrics means that they've watched the fucking movie enough times to have it memorized.

Now I'm just imagining seven 12 year olds in front of a TV, all of them transfixed by the video of Patrick Swayze moving his hips and generally being the sexiest man alive

#i can totally see it #klaus had an epiphany on men #allison decided to become an actress to marry patrick #diego was... curious #luther was embarrassed as fuck but kept on watching #ben was the only guy to admit hed loved the movie #vanya and five were a little more focused on jeniffer gray #it doesnt matter how much the guys complained at the start of the movie #the next week they were all sneaking into the attic to watch it again #tua #tua 3 spoilers #tua s3 spoilers #i got carried away #the hargreeves siblings #tua headcanon

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lollytea · 2 years

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aside from their belief that abomination has better oportunities i like to think that they discouraged plant track because she is obviously so good the Head coven witch will want to train her herself but the thought of Terra near their baby terryifies them to no end.

She gets home wearing the plant track uniform and Harvey almost passes out

I believe in my heart of hearts that on the day Harvey and Gilbert met at that young witch program, they wandered out of it like

"I never want to see another plant spell for as long as I live."

"Agreed."

WELL SURPRISE LADS

I figure that they didn't even know the extent of Willow's interest in plant magic nor how powerful she really was in that area. They knew she was somewhat good at it but like. Lots of witchlings pick up various spells as kids before they're seriously trained in their designated track, so they really didn't think much of it.

And ever since Willow was a baby, she was always planned to go into the abomination track. Willow always knew this too. As she was growing up, they would say it to her in passing and Willow was always like "okay cool :)" because her Dads made it sound like the best track ever and also she had no idea how bad at it she was yet. So for her, Hexside and the abomination track have always been linked in her mind because this is what shes been told she would study. Plant magic was like....a hobby I guess?? And because she was so young, she didn't really understand that because she was so passionate about it, she should really try to pursue it further.

And then once she enrolled in Hexside and began studying abomination magic, THIS is when she started to realize that she desperately wanted to be in the plant track instead. However, she never vocalised this desire. Due to her poor confidence, Willow was such a people pleaser. She didn't want to disappoint her Dads after they spent so long hyping up this track. And no matter how terrible she was, they never stopped encouraging her, certain that she would eventually improve if she just had enough support. But this only made her feel worse and she now believed that anything other than improving her grades in this chosen track would prove her to be a failure.

So like Harvey and Gilbert have barely thought about Terra Snapdragon in years and would prefer not to but also they've never seen any reason to think about her in regards to their daughter because as far they've always assumed, she was meant for abominations. BUT YEAH Harvey sees those green sleeves and once he's updated on what the fuck is going on, all of the memories flood back and he's like

"NOT THE CRAZY BITCH'S COVEN???"

#they convince themselves its fine. they dont know for certain if willow will even interact with terra that much #like harvey has probably met darius like twice #but at least darius is NORMAL #im sorry i think i rambled several paragraphs about things that were not in the ask #i know i started off on topic but i got carried away #i have a lot of headcanons about this willow abomination arrangement can you tell #anyway i figure on the day willow switches tracks she and her dads have a honest conversation about #the expectations and pressure they have unknowingly put on her #and they try to be better from now on #so they switch their aggressive support of her to her plant studies instead

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some-vague-curiosity · 2 years

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head-canon that Avior looks like an english teacher dressed, and a punk naked

I just think he'd like to collect the things he learns that reasonate with him, perhaps :)

#redacted avior #redacted asmr #my artwork #digital sketch #redacted headcanons #tattoed man #tattoed!avior #this started with the thigh tattooes and then i got carried away #i really like this idea tho #i forgot to add a tag for annubis but he's there on the left forearm #sorry about my handwritting again lmao

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lunarw0rks · 7 months

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Ur so real for that tho!!! Realistic val <3 itd probably be a bedroom only thing and wouldnt transfer to everyday things

she's so strict outside of the bedroom (because she has to be, and that's how she got to the top of the ranks)

so i DOUBT she would want to be mean to you outside of being a mean dom <33

#realistic val <3 #and don't be the fun police and say 'well if it's realistic she probably wouldn't want anyone and she'd kill you' SHUT UP PLEASE SHUT UP #--OH MY GOD #sorry i got carried away and started arguing with myself #rachel speaks #not writing #valeria cod #valeria headcanons #los vaqueros #kortac operators #kortac #mw2 #call of duty

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katyspersonal · 2 years

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45,46/107 is done

#doodles #wip #this whole mess started with just me trying to make self-reference for what eye/nose shapes each character has #so i don't have quite the same face syndrome #but as always i got too carried away #as you can see from the numbers i am not even halfway done #yes i have focus on 107 characters that are humans/pthumerians and i did not count patients with dialogue and most door npcs #never ask me about bloodborne headcanons ever #cracks are canon btw!#dunno if thats gehrman making manufacturing mistake because his hands were shivering #or doll having cried before and not remembering (crying out a GEM gotta damage face somewhat you know)#or just 30 years of nightmare taking its toll and no hunter bringing some glue with them #all kids these days bring is some dumb hunter tools and progressively gnc clothes!#there was doll repair kit in cut content by the way. honestly some cut content makes no sense to be cut.#but maybe they had to limit nice things hunter is allowed to do to doll to just one because soulsborne games are laconic with such stuff #i still wonder why aging happens in the dream but not in the nightmare #also how does aging really work paired with immortality??????

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ohbother2 · 3 months

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Okay….Adam sfw and nsfw headcanons? I cannot believe I have begun to simp after this trashbag DAMN YOU ALEX BRIGHTMAN-

I have an admission... I fucking love Adam pls keep sending Adam requests in I can't get enough of this man

Also, sorry I've been MIA, I've got a lot of deadlines coming up so updates will be more spaced out over the next few weeks :)

I love Adam but he's quite difficult to write, so pls lmk what you guys think! I tried to keep him in character! (This was far longer than planned lol I just love this man)

NSFW - Minors DNI

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Adam x f!reader - General Headcannons

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You'd been in heaven for many decades, possibly even centuries, before you had ever even entered Adam's radar

He was the 'original dick', as he liked to constantly remind everyone within shouting distance, and spent all of his time surrounded by the higher-ups of Heaven, attending meetings, court-hearings, and dealing with training his danger-tits army for the next extermination

It would take a lot to enter his radar, having to work your way into the correct circles, gain the right connections and attend the right events

But once you're in the circumference of society he haunts, you're on his radar immediately

He's a man with fine tastes, look at his previous wives, he has a type ("fucking bombshells" as he would describe them) and as soon as he sees you in his peripheral one afternoon he's zoned in and absolutely entranced

No one has ever said no to him before, so when you do, he's taken aback. Hiding his confusion and deep-rooted offence with a flippant comment "Oh, playing the hard to get game, babe? Lucky for you I fucking love the chase."

Inwardly, he's fucking fuming, why on earth would you reject him? Alas, he's sure he'll win you over eventually... right?

He's arrogant, he's cocky, he's a self-entitled piece of shit, but he's also determined, passionate, and is anything but a quitter

You will not know peace for months after your reject him

He'll storm into your office whenever he feels like it - which is whenever he has enough free time to do so - bugging you relentlessly as you try and finish your work. He never stops asking questions about you: your day, your hobbies, your love life, what're you doing after work tonight? He's free, he could take you somewhere nice, show you a real fun time

When you stop answering he starts bitching about his day to you, about the local gossip, about some Seraphim that pissed him off, about some bitch at the bar, which he could totally take you to, did he mention he was free tonight?

He doesn't just hound you at work, and you often find yourself coming to a screeching halt in the street and abruptly turning the other way when you spot his iconic mask - he's a tall man, his horns poking noticeably above the crowd as he tries to find any excuse to find and talk to you

When he gets really desperate, after months and months of unsuccessful attempts of gaining your attention, he finally turns to Lute with the all too familiar question "You're a woman, right? What do you-"

The advice she gives is not one he is happy to receive, 'stay away and tone it the fuck down', but he listens, ego taking a massive hit as he watches you carry on as normal

Funnily enough, you start to miss the annoying dick, and you begin to look forward to his far less frequent visits, which mainly consist of you both bumping into each other at work and making polite conversation

When he really can't take it anymore, and he happens to hear rumour about another man planning on asking you on a date, he practically breaks down your office door with a bouquet of flowers, thrusting them unhappily into your hands and asking incredibly politely for you to please go on a date with him

You're both surprised when you agree, and he can feel his face heating up beneath his mask as he whoops, calling a "I knew you'd come around babe, I'll pick you up at 8 tonight. Can't wait to see what you wear." over his shoulder as he bustles back out of your office, practically vibrating until he can tell Lute the news

He's 'The Original Man', and once you become his girl there is nothing he wouldn't do for you - he's constantly swinging by your office and pulling away the less important paperwork, commenting that he can get one of his workers to do it and freeing up time for you both to hang out; he's constantly flying through your balcony with bags of some new takeaway and chatting about this amazing new food place he found as he drops the heavy bags on your counter; someone causing you trouble? If he can't personally deal with it due to some 'relationship' he has to upkeep, he's sure to inform Lute who will have the situation handled before sunset that same day

Basically, he has authority in Heaven, and he's going to use that to make your life as easy as possible

Having a bad day? He can fix that. Oh, not in the mood for sex? Well, he's an amazing cuddle buddy, and he has the softest wings, let him just grab some snacks from the kitchen and then get ready for a night on the sofa wrapped in his strong arms and soft wings

His wings are insanely soft, and big, and despite his best efforts, no matter how long you've both been dating, they will flutter if he hasn't seen you in an extended amount of time, or if you're wearing something particular nice - he can't control it and it thoroughly ruins his bad-boy persona

You're the only other person beside Lute who he feels comfortable with letting preen his wings, and after you start officially dating he only comes to you with the issue, batting his eyelashes and pleading with you to 'take care of him'. You do, and he always breaks his promise not to 'make it weird' until you give him a firm smack on the back of his head - he's fallen asleep more times than you can count with your hands in his wings

He returns the favour, of course, and he sticks to his word like a gentleman, hands remaining firmly against your wings and not daring to wander. He's not a saint, however, and he will whisper less-than-holy things in your ear as he works - he'll stop if you don't play along, and finds himself enjoying the innocent intimacy of it. If you do play along? Oh, boy, his hands don't stay on your wings for long

He uses his wings a lot in his body language, and in your initial stages of courting he'll constantly puff them out to make him seem bigger, trying to impress you with his sheer size - embarrassingly for you, it works

PDA is not approved of in heaven, so he has to maintain his distance from you in public but that is a completely different matter in private

He will take every opportunity to touch you, innocently, whether that be a had on your jaw to bring your attention back to him or to guide your gaze wherever he wants you to look, a hand on your bicep to pull you this way and that, a large hand between your shoulder blades if you're being too slow

In public, completely subconsciously, whichever wing is closest to you will outstretch, barely noticeable to the majority of people, corralling you in closer to his side, and protecting you from whatever might happen - there's no danger in heaven, but still, he likes to know you're safe, and his wings reflect that desire

In private, he's constantly got a hand on you, oftentimes both, on your arms, your shoulders, your waist, the small of your back, your thighs, fucking anywhere - he likes having you on his chest on the sofa, and he finds it funny when he tries to do the same and crushes the air from your lungs

He loves when you cook and he can just stand behind you with his chin propped on your head or shoulder and his arms around your waist. You constantly have to tell him off for whispering foul things in your ear, but he quickly shuts up when you threaten to send him away, his grip tightening against you as he pouts playfully and watches silently

He will actively stretch out his wing when it's cold or windy or rainy, shielding you from the elements with his large wings and loving the excuse to pull you close. "What're they gonna say babe? I'm just keeping you dry."

The biggest difficulty in your domestic lives is the housework, he's an old fashioned man and he's never really had to do housework before. He's gotten better throughout your relationship, but he still absolutely hates washing dishes, but he'll happily sit in the kitchen and keep you company and talk mindlessly as he watches you work. He always thanks you with a kiss

If you ever make him do it, expect to be sat on the counter right next to him and no you cannot leave until he's done and yes you will listen to him complain the entire time and yes he will always slap your ass with a wet hand as payback, cackling as you yell half-heartedly

Deep down, incredibly deep, oceanic levels of deep, past the many many levels of crude jokes and brash humour, of over-compensating confidence and attempted witty one-liners, past the smirk and the puffed chest and the domineering presence, is a man who is cripplingly doubtful and insecure - two of his wives have left him for the same man, and he's absolutely terrified (but would rather burn in the fiery pits of hell than ever admit it) that it's going to happen again

He can seem rude and brash and uncaring, but he really is trying his best, and he's desperate to prove to you, in his own way, how much he really cares (He's scared to admit even to himself how much losing you would crush him)

Because of this, no event is ever half-assed - it's your birthday? He's got the biggest cake he can find and he's made some of his exterminators set up a surprise birthday party for you. It's your anniversary? He's pretending he's forgotten until the morning of and suddenly you've got a reservation at one of the nicest and most in-demand places in all of Heaven

"Come on, sugar," He'd reprimand you mockingly, shit-eating grin on his face at your excitement "you really thought I'd forget my special girl?"

He can doubt himself sometimes, worrying about your feelings for him, but he hides his insecurities whenever you catch him in deep-thought with some lame sex-joke

He doesn't ever want to talk about his insecurities, and he'll never outright tell you what he fears more than anything, but you pick up on it after enough time together

You don't pry, but you do card your hands through his hair when you see his eyes go particularly glossy one afternoon, pressing a kiss to his temple and scratching at his scalp, making your way slowly to his wings and back and taking your sweet time. He closes his eyes and listens to you ramble about your day, which eventually turns into you rambling about him, how handsome he is, how hard he works, and how much you love him and how you don't know what you'd do without him

He doesn't realise it, but you say just the rights things he needs for him to regain that pep in his step and for his cocky words to have more meaning behind them

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He's the Original Dick, and you'd hope he had the goods to back up the talk with the amount of bragging he does

He does; he does have the goods, and some would say he's being humble because what the fuck

He's the oldest human in history - he's seen it all, done it all twice, and he's more than willing to share some of his tricks with you

He's too proud and self-centred to ever let you have complete control, but when he's particularly lazy he'll let you go on top (as rare as this occasion is) but he'll still guide you as best as he can, lifting you easily with his strong arms and sweet-talking you with his sharp tongue

The first time you ever see him without his god-awful mask is during an intimate moment - you're first intimate moment, where you downright refused to continue if he didn't take the cursed thing off his face

Again, he's insecure, and it takes a lot of reassurance and just the right amount of kisses on his jaw and neck for him to be convinced that taking his mask off was worth it

He lets you look at him for several moments, and then he's had enough and he took his mask off for a fucking reason and he's pulling you into his lap and kissing you properly for the fist time

You can compliment him later, he has other things on his mind right now, the main one being fucking you until you can't even conjure a coherent thought

After that encounter he slowly takes his mask off in private with you more and more, learning to appreciate how nice it was to be able to kiss your temple and actually feel you against his lips, as well as how nice it was to feel your lips against his cheek

Still keeps the mask on sometimes, especially when you ask so nicely

He absolutely loves receiving head, resting back in his office chair or against the back of the sofa and letting you get to work, grunts and groans falling from his lips as his hands grip your hair tightly and guide you exactly how he wants you

He will give head as well, he's not selfish by any means, but he much prefers kissing you as you fall apart beneath him - for him, he'd much rather swallow your screams and mutter dirty things in your ear as he brings you to release

Be careful with his wings, especially when he lets you preen them - gentle touches can easily be misinterpreted as passionate caresses and before you know it you're pinned on your back with a red-faced and disheveled looking Adam hovering above you, muttering about how you're a "fucking tease" and if "you wanted it so bad all you had to do was ask, sugar. I'll never leave you wanting."

He knows the power of wings, and his heavy touches against your own when he needs to "Just sliding past babe, what's that fucking look for? Can't a man work?" are no accident. He loves getting you all wound up. He takes it as a personal challenge to do it in public, and his shit-eating grin remains the entire day before he's pressing you against the door of his office or your plush bed and muttering about how fucking needy you are.

He doesn't take being teased well, and he'll glare at you the entire time until he can do something about it - he'll have even less patience than usual, especially for people who aren't you, and often has to do damage-control after he's regained his bearings a few hours later

He's a big man, and he uses that to his full advantage, man-handling you with ease, positioning you exactly where he wants you, pinning both of your wrists easily with only one of his large hands, pushing your legs apart like butter

He can lift you easily, and he'll hold you against the wall, or countertop, or wherever the fuck you guys are, and he'll keep you there until he's done

Lute has walked in on you both far too many times, and she always hurtles back out of the door cursing at you both angrily

He likes pinning you beneath him, spreading his wings over your forms and completely shrouding you with his form - you're fucking his, and no one else will take that from him

He fucking loves dirty talk, and it's a challenge to get him to shut up - he'll carry on talking at you long after you're able to respond, and he'll just start talking about that instead: "Aw, look at you, can't even fucking say my name you're so fucking dumb for this c-"

As said before, he's insecure based on the way he lost his two previous wives and the reflects into the bedroom

If you do degrade him, he'll just challenge you, telling you you've obviously not learnt your fucking lesson and picking up the pace, desperate to prove he's the exact opposite of whatever had just spilled from your mouth - you'll pay for trying to goad him on, he won't relent until you're a babbling shaking mess, stuttering out apologies and taking back everything you had just dared to say to him

Any praise you offer him he absolutely laps up. Call him handsome, tell him your his, tell him there's no one else in the world who would ever compared to him, how good he's fucking you - he'll get so wrapped up in the praise he'll even stop talking, completely focussed on his task of making you feel good, making sure you know there's no one else who could give you what he does

Dig your hands into his wings and he becomes a groaning mess, and it'll only be a few seconds of you muttering those sweet praises in his ears and your nails digging into his wings before he's collapsing on top of you and panting raggedly, still trying to mutter out curses and praises through his gruff gasping

When he really loses control his wings will flap of their own accord, and you've had to completely clear your side tables because he kept accidentally smashing everything that was on them

He likes to rest afterwards, and he usually tries to encourage you into going another round.

He'll tug you into his sweaty side, pulling you half onto his chest as he breathes deeply, immediately asking if you enjoyed it, and when you agree, he'll always mutter something along the lines of "Of course you fucking did, it's me."

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