#FAV characters listen

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 6

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[senblades]

light the king's own path

[privatewebster]

poor old jim's white as a ghost he's found the answer that was lost we're all weeping now, weeping because there ain't nothing we can do to protect you

eugene sledge & o children by nick cave & the bad seeds

[nothingbizzare]

Storm

[nilefreemans]

sometimes you just need to be honest with yourself and admit that your blorbo probably would have different music taste than yourself

[starrstruck-xx]

i love how kh fandom in collectively agrees that the six hour riku is gay video is the best….riku is gay video

[arolegos]

2 sets of drawing jay walker (training myself to like him so ill gaf when DR focuses on him)

[imaginationiscomplicated]

I need to get more people into pulp

[comeback-from-the-dead]

there's nothing worse than seeing people headcanon your favorite character as a "sw*ftie"

[fanficlibrary82]

Pseudo Parents

Word Count: 1,571

Warnings: Other than the fact that I wrote this in 3 hours, none

AN: I've never written for the X-Men before, so feedback is more than welcome!!!

Professor Xavier had called you and Logan in for a special trip to recruit a new young mutant he had located in the middle of Nebraska. “After observing the young man's home life, I think it's best if you two travel to him specifically. I've been mentally nudging his parents towards a “boarding school” but I need a friendly face to make that final push.” He smiled kindly at the both of you, and even though Logan's eyes had fluttered closed with a soft huff, you could've sworn there was the hint of a smile in return.  

The first suggestion was to fly, since it was halfway across the country, but you saw the way Logan tensed and jumped in. 

“What if we drove instead, professor? It'd take us a bit longer, but it would give you more time to relax the parents and warm the boy to the idea of leaving home.”

Logan had silently nudged your knee in thanks. You gently bumped his shoulder with yours, placed your hand on his wrist, and ran your thumb across his skin. 

Professor X watched you both with a soft look in his eyes. Your relationship wasn't a secret, and you were both so fond of each other that Charles knew he had to select you two in particular. His family will feel better knowing that these two can act as pseudo parents in their stead, if only for the ride here.

“Very well, a drive it is. I'll arrange a car and find a few places along the way for you to rest. You're to leave at first light tomorrow morning.” 

You thanked the professor and stood. Logan turned his wrist to give your hand a squeeze as you left the office.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“Always,” you replied, squeezing his hand back. 

X

The drive had been perfectly fine so far; decent weather, you had been put in charge of music while riding shotgun, and Logan had even been making jokes. But once you crossed over into Iowa, night had fallen and had brought a wicked storm with it. While you hadn't managed to convince him to let you drive so far, (“You know I'm no good talkin’ to people. I drive, you convince.”) seeing the turn off for a local motel, you wouldn't take no for an answer. 

“You've been driving for 15 hours, Logan.”

“And? Just means we've only got…” he glanced at the GPS. “6 left. We can sleep when we get there and pick up the kid in the morning.”

You sighed, ready to fire a response back, but the bolt of lightning streaking across the sky made your eyes widen.

“Come on, Lo, this weather is-”

A loud crack of thunder cut you off, making you jump and reach for his hand. 

He took it, deftly bringing your knuckles to his lips before he changed lanes. 

“Shittier than expected?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced your way. He knew a bad storm is what made you realize your powers. Knew the memories it brought back. 

He pulled into the parking lot and gave your hand a squeeze. “You comin’ in or wanna wait here?” Before you could answer, another crack of thunder made you jump and squeeze his hand tighter.

“Group effort it is,” he nodded, giving the back of your hand one last kiss before letting go and grabbing your bags out of the back.

You ran to the lobby, Logan not far behind, managing to only get soaked instead of drenched. The clerk looked up from behind the desk, clearly not expecting anyone. 

“Oh, hi, uh…can I help you?” He flipped his phone face down on the counter and gave an honestly half decent attempt at looking interested. 

“Yeah, we just need a room for the night,” Logan replied, keeping a tight grip on your hand. He was cautious in the best of circumstances, so a shitty motel in the middle of nowhere was not making him feel great. 

The kid behind the counter grabbed some paperwork and a pen, sliding them across the desk. “Just need an ID and card for the room.”

You noticed the way he kept glancing at you, and it made your stomach churn. So, right as Logan reached across the desk, you concentrated, just how Charles had taught you, and made an illusory pair of wedding bands adorn your fingers. Judging by the way his eyes flicked from Logan's hand to yours, he got the message, but you needed no room for doubt.

“What brings you two to Wilton, Mr. Howlett?” 

“Just passin’ through.”

“Oh, baby, don’t make it sound so awful!” You pressed yourself closer to Logan's side and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “He promised to take me on a cross country road trip for our honeymoon. Took us a few months, but we're finally doing it!”

Logan looked down at you curiously before noticing the band around your finger and his. He smiled, leaning in to kiss your temple. “I wouldn't've heard the end of it if I didn't, baby.”

The clerk nodded and hummed, clearly losing interest as he turned to make your room key.

 Logan huffed out a low laugh and mouthed Honeymoon? You shrugged. First thing I could think of. 

“Well, uh…congrats. Have a safe rest of your trip.” The clerk handed Logan the cards and gave you a tight lipped nod before returning to his phone. You gave him a smile in thanks and Logan guided you to your room. 

“So we're married, huh? When'd that happen?” He grinned, unlocking the door. 

“I wanted a summer wedding but you insisted on winter, so we compromised with October.”

He shook his head, stepping back so you could get out of the rain. He locked the door and you leaned against it, knowing he'd sweep the small room for bedbugs and burglars alike before letting you so much as sit on the bed.

“Who all was there?” Logan called as he poked around the bathroom.

“Only our friends; Ororo, Scott, Jean, Hank, Kurt. The professor officiated. Did you know he was licensed in New York?”

Clicking the bathroom light off with a satisfied nod he leaned against the opposite wall and smirked at you. “I didn't, but I'm sure it was quite the ceremony if you planned it.” 

You smile fondly as you cross the room to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands fell to your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“What was our first dance song?” His voice rumbled against your ear as he spoke softly.

“The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face,” you replied and he hummed in approval.

“Roberta Flack?”

“Is there any other version?” You tease and tilt up to look at him. 

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Not one I care to hear,” he smiled before he leaned down to kiss you. 

You threaded your fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, smiling against his lips. His grip on you tightened as his lips made their way across your chin and down your neck.

“We showerin’ tonight or in the mornin’?” He muttered.

You didn't miss the we in his sentence, and pressed against his chest with a raised eyebrow. “You tryin’ to get me naked, Howlett?”

He snorted and pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “I mean, if we're married, I feel like that's part of my job.”

You laughed and gave him another quick kiss before pulling him towards the bathroom. 

X

After you had showered and changed, you crawled under the blankets and Logan was quick to follow. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. You tucked your face into the crook of his neck and slid an arm across his chest. Your body slotted against his side and he tangled his legs with yours. His fingers found their way under your night shirt and gently caressed your skin, and you both sighed as you settled in for the night, feeling safe and warm in each other's arms.

Despite only living a few rooms apart at the school, it was rare you slept in the same bed. You both loved your students (even if Logan would never admit it out loud), but they tended to get a bit out of hand when their teachers got into relationships. You had both agreed early on that it was easier to just be coworkers while school was in session. Which made a night like tonight that much more special. With the rise and fall of his chest and his arm tight across your waist, you were lulled to sleep.

Once your breathing evened out, Logan turned to look at you. Your face fully relaxed, eyelashes fanned across your cheeks, he felt his chest tighten. A long time ago he gave up on the idea of love. For a man like him, real love was near impossible, the thought of them leaving or dying before he had visibly aged sabotaged any real chance he thought there could be.

But here, with the rain finally slowing and the moonlight shining across your face, he knew there wasn't any other word for what you had. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your hairline. 

“I love you, baby” he muttered against your skin. More than you'll ever know. 

[thursdaysyme]

oh i’m sooooo sorry the character u like is an asshole. no you can’t change him sorry, thats how he comes. no sir if you want a morally perfect soft boy please return my man to me. god forbid we have character diversity. i’m so sorry you couldn’t handle the idea of assholery bc you desire moral perfection. i wasn’t aware u wanted an au of jesus christ himself.

[demidruidart]

✧˖°.✨️🐚 Darling Dear 🐚✨️⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★

Back with (another) redesign :] who I'm much happier with how they turned out, so here is my updated version of my Dear, who I've named renamed Calliope Valentine.

‎‧₊˚✧ ☆ Dear headcannons (Damn crew dynamics) ☆ ✧˚₊‧

☆ She/they/he pronouns with a preference for more fem terms

☆ Pansexual & Genderqueer/fluid

☆ Afro Latina/Egyptian

☆ Voice claim: Aabria Iyengar (specifically her laugh) and Garnet (SU)

☆ Has a fluffy black cat named Pele

☆ Love language: words of affirmation & physical touch (Is just as much of a hugger as Hux 💚) Will sometimes bite >:]

☆ Dark academia & mermaid/siren core 💙

☆ Water elemental basics and fine arts professor

☆ Hobbies: learning ASL, crochet, embroidery/sewing, commission artist on the side and does ariel acrobatics (the hoop is their favorite) also loves thrifting

☆ One of the sweetest and kindest people ever, even when they're being a menace. Is absolutely terrifying when he needs to be (Is regularly compared to the ocean and moon)

☆ Lasko bought them their first proper binder as an anniversary gift :,]

☆ One of the few people allowed to cook in Damien's kitchen (mostly) unsupervised (got this head cannon from @simplynims)

☆ Always has snacks and water on them

☆ Hoarder of plushies (They help make Lasko-less nights more bearable)

☆ Favorite animal: Whale shark 🌊

☆ Favorite flowers: Lilly of the valley and hydrangea

☆ Goes on hikes/the gym with Huxley (they help him with flexibility while he helps her with muscle building/core strength)

☆ Loves baking and finds it very relaxing, their favorite to make are dumpster cookies and ciabatta bread (inspired by @lilunholygremlin2 headcanons) (Freelancer usually helps out if they're around for one of Dear's baking times) I'm totally not also projecting my ass is a stress baker lol

☆ Master of scalp massages (Their soothing voice makes it extra relaxing

☆ Dear loves to do Hux and Gavin's hair. He's teaching Freelancer how to do Gavin's hair (Poc/black Gav and Hux supremacy)

☆ Loves to do people's makeup (they love putting eyeliner on the boys Lasko especially)

☆ Will cry during most animated movies

‎‧₊˚✧ ☆ Design Notes ☆ ✧˚₊‧

☆ Has a side shave that freelancer helped them dye and Poodle puff hairstyle

☆ Marks: Vitiligo (right side of face, effecting lashes and eyebrow. Patches cover the majority of their body, mostly on arms, face and legs), and freckles all over.

☆ Tattoo's: Left arm: moon and clouds (inside vitiligo) and vines rapping around the bicep to the elbow, left thigh: Roses and hydrangeas, stars going from their left side to their back and their cat's paw print on the back of her right calf.

☆ Piercings: lip ring, double nose and bridge piercings, nipple piercings, double lobe/helix/mid-helix, and navel piecing.

☆ The gold and blue star necklace is their grandmother's

☆ Ruby thumb ring is from Damian

☆ Water droplet earrings from Huxley

[myewt]

[bfdifan26]

blokes who do fuck all

[fox-trot7]

. The Reluctant Ruler .

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Art reference to Auguste Toulmouche’s 1866 painting “The Reluctant Bride”. I saw someone draw a version of it with Padme and her handmaidens which inspired me.

I think a lot about the endless, eternal pain, the everlasting agony of the princess of the sun. Of course I don’t want to detract from Lunas suffering, but I feel people tend to ignore Celestia as a character. Celestia, the elder sister who works herself to death, burning herself up to keep the world together. Celestia, who with unbelievable strength, in an act that can only be described as masochism, took up both the yokes of ruling during

the day and the night. Did she ever even sleep? Could she? Did she work endlessly, barely ever even considering stopping only to be left alone with her guilt and nightmares for a thousand years?

I’ve always hated how lazy the show's writing was and how it refused to ever have characters have any well, character or change/arcs. Well I refuse to listen to it. Give me a Celestia who works tirelessly to preserve Lunas memory and legacy, her accomplishments, her life and the work she did. Her love and zest for life and the world. Who paints the new capital in countless images of the beloved lost lunar princess, insists on the inclusion of the moon in all the official imagery, who names buildings and charities and initiatives and institutions and orphanages after her baby sister. Scholars and students alike study the stars, frozen just as she left it, and the other accomplishments of Luna, the Lost Princess of the Moon. Mourn Her banishment. Luna when she returns is overwhelmed, she can’t walk ten feet (hooves?) without walking past a statue or building or park with her name on it. She sees just how missed and necessary she was.

Both suffered a millennium of punishment specifically fitting for them. Luna left cold and alone at her worst moment when she decided to cut herself off emotionally and impulsively and violently force everyone to look upon and respect her. Forever marked upon the moon she so dearly loved, where all must finally see her and her light, forever mourning their lost lunar princess. The nights less deep in color, the world in imbalance and mourning. And celestia, who neglected all of her close relationships who helped her remember herself due to her workaholicsm and avoidance issues, is left alone with nothing but never ending duties. Sun-coded in a burn-out self destructive sort of way, desperate to keep everyone warm. An anxious, shaking, internal heat, yet outwardly a practiced grace and smile.

The older sister, who burns herself up to keep everyone warm, and the younger sister, who feels cold and unseen, that her light is solely a reflection of her elder sister’s.

But finally, Luna sees how loved she always was.

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[rosdevw2]

This is so stupid but I been obsessed with him as a concept, what if he show himself as dead Bee but he's not Bee it just the embodiment of Optimus's fear/doubts, his feeling of doubting himself as a leader because of all the people he has been loosing in the war, his fear of failing over and over again, and that ghost is always with him and Optimus has a character development arc cause of that or smth, idk I like drawing my son as a ghost