#Hcs

[noneknowingaxolotl]

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I do think Eddison Watts has a praise kink.

It’s strange, because being worried over is certainly not his favourite thing, and he really does hate being condescended. It’s the genuine reassurance that gets to him in a way nothing else does. It’s you telling him how much you’re pleasing him in that low, breathy tone while his tongue works between your legs. It’s Volt mumbling how good he’s doing into his neck while his hands slip under his shirt. God forbid the two of you team up, talking about how wonderful ‘our dear Eddie’ is when he’s only a metre away from you, pretending not to hear (and covering the front of his pants).

It’s not something he’s exactly willing to admit. He’ll groan out a long, exasperated “stop” when you tell him you think he’s hot when he’s mid-fix. He’ll scoff and roll his eyes when Volt leans across the bar, just to whisper how much he admires his bartending skills. He’ll turn away so you can’t see his flush, step back so you can’t feel the heat radiating from the mechanical core of his chest. He knows the moment he verbally admits it, he’ll never hear the end of it.

But the sounds you draw out of him when you whisper ‘good boy’ into his ear while tracing your hand further up his thigh? Those speak for him. Rarely, very rarely, in moments of extreme mental and physical fatigue, he might even beg for you to take care of him.

The embarrassment is worth getting to have his chest pressed to yours, Volt’s against his back, the two of you talking over his ruined body about just how good he is, how pretty, how loved… He’d let his head fall back onto Volt’s shoulder, all while holding onto you for dear life. You’d share a chuckle above him, and he wouldn’t even be able to defend himself, not like this. Not when he finally felt like he deserved all the honeyed words that caressed his skin. Like he was worth something to you.

[blossombabbles]

When did he fall?

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Haha... You sure are having fun, aren't you?

The actor often had trouble letting loose and enjoy many things. He always felt himself up on guard, ready to jump away from a situation at any given moment. But you... there was just something about you that made him want to guard you entirely too.

The first time he remembers feeling that was the day you came here, on your own, accompanied by Zenji despite any protests and didn't come to see Haku, you came to see him. He wasn't surprised by this, thinking it was another case of some nature you needed to see him about ... However... the tea went without such incident. Your hands were vacant of anything, just presenting yourself with a large smile that made his chest tighten.

"What brings you today, I haven't heard of any mission?" He blinked, soft smile on his face but when you simply said you were bored and wanted to see him, he felt knocked off a horse. Of course he obliged, making tea, having casual conversation, enjoying your usual banter.

Waiting. On edge. Poised and ready for that underlying reason you came here. Did you want a scoop? Here on some kind of angle? An embarassing photo, what? What did you want?

Apparently? Nothing. Just his time. By the time you'd left, he'd padded back to his room, thinking about anything he could have said that would have given something away you might want. Guilt dripped over him, washing in like rain and so much colder... Why would you of all people want something from him? You only ever cared for him...

Ah how foolish he had been.

That was the moment his protective instinct started to wrap around you, wanting to defend against anyone who dared question you. Because you were the most honest person he'd ever met.

Maybe it was wrong to want to keep you all of the sudden, to want you to come back all the time and spend more time with you, to finally touch your skin and see everything you've ever hidden behind those beautiful eyes of yours...

But he did.

Ah! As wonderful as you are, how can I pick just one instance? Every one of them sparks me with color~

You had always been charming, abundantly so, there was no mistaking that in his heart of hearts you were to be his. Should he have been alive simply a year longer he would have gladly taken the opportunity to ask you to be his partner.

His darling, his doll, the beautiful creature that graced his vision nearly every day now that took him by storm. To pinpoint the moment his heart had been shaken would be to ask the sky why its blue but for you he would try his best to date it.

As he's sure you know by now, he often forgets himself to be dead. But regardless he talks to you, plays for you, attends classes with you, yet you've always managed to respond to him without giving his presence away. You had even invited him to watch you sleep - should he be bored being unable to on a constant basis.

You were unfortunately correct, as astute as you are charming, in his lack of inspiration he'd been having he wasn't enjoying his long nights. Daringly, as he has before, he went to your room to simply vent his frustrations to an ear that could listen but not stir, yet as he knocked (he's still a gentleman after all) and entered his crimson eyes fell on you.

Comfortable, curled up in the most gentle position with your hair haloing your head. Oh his heart ached, he felt far more ethereal than he ever had before, lighter than air, more elated, oh he was floating!! ... He was already - BUT! You were just adorable... As he floated over, laid beside your bed as to give you a respectable amount of space, he heard you stirring.

He instantly apologized, admitting to needing your ear in a moment such as this, so lonely and isolated at this hour. He knew it was unkind to stir a lady at such an hour. But you reached out your hand like you could touch him - truly touch him, perhaps in your tired state forgetting you couldn't and your hand passed through his. Yet you smiled anyways and said you'd be happy to fall asleep to his voice.

That's when puzzle pieces started to fall into place, no, it wasn't just then, but that was certainly the start of his affections becoming more potent.

You were his muse.

You really are just begging to be teased, huh?

You always ask the strangest questions without thinking them fully through first, it really makes a guy think that you just crave more of his behaviour. He could come up with a million instances to make you blush, anything to just get a rise out of you and it would be so worth every second of it.

But fine, he'd give you a real answer. After a few fake ones - while they certainly helped, they weren't the one.

He wasn't typically a jealous guy, usually he was extremely go with the flow and I'll do what I have to, he knew himself and he was very comfortable in the fact that he only got jealous in the crush stage. After that once he had a person, he was usually extremely comfortable again. Not like it suddenly solved every cheating ever, but it always helped him to have an obvious claim.

So imagine his surprise when that feeling pressed hard on his stomach the moment he saw you talking to someone on equal ground to him, Rui, in the library. It's only natural you'd research your curse, it's only normal this guy would go with you.

Still, he felt it... like he was being threatened somehow, like his standing was being shaken in your heart. Of course he liked you before that, yeah, that was obvious, he'd made it obvious despite you either not noticing or playfully being ignorant... But this was the only time he'd actually worried about it.

Somehow he just started acting before be could think, casually walking over like there was nothing behind it. Like he wasn't a snake in the grass trying to grasp his prey and take it away from the other skulking predator. Rui wasn't stupid, he'd catch on, but hopefully you wouldn't in the time it would take him to grasp you away.

The moment of relief only came when he had you away, when he was taking you back to the dorm. Subaru and Zenji were of no threat to him, at least as of right now. But he could always get your eyes back to him if he just ... Put in a little more time and effort. Which he would. When he could and once he'd have you all to himself, a name tattooed in transparent ink across your skin reading his name - he would finally be able to rest.

... Until you'd want to go on a date. Then suppose he'd put some effort back in.

[andy-in-space]

WAITTT date everything and agere omg i love that,, if you dont mind. i think abel would be such a sweet cg to little!reader 🥺 playing his route i just kept thinking i need him to hold me and take care of me and aughfgh

that's so real anon he'd be the best caregiver ever

cg!Abel hcs!

- he's not strict, but he does have rules when it comes to your well-being. he'll make you three meals a day. you don't have to eat it all, but at least a few bites before he'll let you leave the kitchen.

- you do have a bedtime, and he'll make sure Teddy is ready to cuddle up. he knows that sleeping can be hard for some littles, so he sits by your bed with his hand rubbing circles over your back.

- Abel loves to care for his little. he'll make the best southern comfort food you've ever had, he'll wrap you up in his clothes, and he'll even carry you around the house. he's tall, and he's definitely strong enough to hold you.

- his names for you include: sugar, dumplin, sweetheart, baby(boy/girl), honey, cutie, and darlin. he prefers to be called either Dada or Papa, but he doesn't mind Daddy either.

- you may have to explain to him what age regression is at first, but he understands almost immediately and is SO excited he gets to take care of you. he loves that you trust him with something so personal.

- he'll bring you to meet Dasha while you're regressed, sit you on Koa's lap, ask Kopi to make you hot chocolate. he loves to show you off to his friends because he's so proud that he gets to watch over their human.

- lets you sit on his back while you watch Telly. they'll make sure to put on your favorite cartoons, maybe a nature documentary if Abel's trying to get you ready for a nap.

- Abel lets you have playdates with other littles while he talks to their caregivers. you and Mateo cuddle while Abel and Betty discuss the best ways to get their babies to nap. you play a board game with Parker while Chance begs Abel for advice about calming his little down.

- he loves to be affectionate. he'll cuddle, holding you against his soft body with strong, muscled arms. he'll kiss your forehead, his beard scratching against your soft skin. he'll even let you sit on his lap, allowing you to rest against his comfortable stomach.

- if you're having trouble falling asleep, he hums lullabies to you. you can feel the vibration in his chest, the way his deep voice immediately makes you feel sleepier and sleepier. it's impossible to fight the hazy, comforting feeling. once you finally let yourself sleep, Abel just smiles and plants a final kiss to your temple.

[majimaisms]

[aquato-family-circus]

do you think bob and cassie ever passed each other during their respective isolations. like bob has to go harvest his shitty little mushrooms while cassie's out tending to her shitty little bees

and bob glances over at her crazy witch get up and cassie glances over at how disheveled bob looks

and they dont say anything and everything's bad

[inkperch]

Hi! I was curious of if you had any Sunlight Sisters headcanons. I also find your headcanon of one member of the Hunter’s having a parent/guardian be member before them interesting. Have a nice day/evening.

Okay, I went into my Celine hcs (I'm guessing that's what you're referring to?) briefly but to go a bit more into it:

Celine was raised with the Hunters duty by her mother and a sorta. I want to be clear that her mother was Not doing this on purpose and was actively fighting/feeling like a pos about it, but on some level her mother considered it her fault her father died. That she could've saved him if she weren't recovering from childbirth at the time. So, yknow, not the best parental habits-

She mostly fought down that misplaced blame by just. Throwing herself into training and taking Celine along. So like.

Not the best parental habits.

(Celine blames everything wrong in her life on demons, of course. The only other person she could blame is her mother, or deciding that life simply isn't fair at the ripe age of Child)

Meanwhile Miyeong was from just. A normal family. She just had normal parents and a happy home life.

So Miyeong's parents took one look at the sopping wet cats their daughter dragged home oh would you look at that, one kid just became three.

(I don't have as many fleshed out hcs about the third members backstory, but uhhh, I parallel her to Rumi so do with that what you will lmao-)

(related note: I parallel Mira and Zoey to Celine and Miyeong. Because I'm always a slut for a cyclical narrative-)

Just generally the Sunlight Sisters were all low-key night owls, and would sit around late into the morning shooting the shit and talking about Trauma together, and frankly its the closest Celine's ever gotten to going to therapy (she's firmly of the opinion that all her issues are tied to either demons or demon hunting, and thus something she can't talk about to anyone outside of that world. Which. Like. Probably true but still-) (one of her aunties has seriously considered getting a goddamn psychology degree just to make a loophole Celine would accept-)

The Sunlight Sisters were the first time Celine felt like she could ever escape the shadows demons cast over her entire life.

So, when Rumi was born with patterns and Miyeong desperately trying to come up with an excuse, Celine did not take it particularly well.

The ensuing screaming match got the attention of the third Sunlight Sister, which is the point it escalated to a physical fight- one Celine can only remember the ending to: her sword bloodied, both the people she loved cold at her feet, and a baby she swore to protect.

....anyway!

Some lighter headcanons:

-Rumi was Ryu Miyeong's stage name. Miyeong was not good at coming up with names, much to the other twos mockery.

-during the pregnancy both of her bandmates were borderline begging her not to actually name her kid after her stage name Miyeong we made that bet five years ago while absolutely hammered you don't need to stick to it-

-Celine's also a stage name, but, due in big parts to the angst above, she's been going by Celine casually and professionally for so long she doesn't even react to her actual name anymore lmao (helped by her real name being something embarrassing- I don't know enough about Korean name culture to be specific, but I'm thinking like. The equivalent of something like Gertrude, yknow? Something really old fashioned and kinda embarrassing-)

-mentioned this one before but: Miyeong was low key unhinged. Like. 'Beats demons to death with a folding chair while Celine chases her around with both their swords making sure she doesn't get killed' kinda unhinged lol.

--Before she met the other two she was pretty isolated socially: she had a habit of taking similar violent tendencies out on any acceptable target, mostly bullies, and like. That didn't exactly make her many friends.

---after meeting the Sunlight Sisters, she does cool off a lot through a mix of a reliable stream of Acceptable Targets and also friends willing to do Stupid Shit with her to fuel the adrenaline addiction behind this behaviour-

-Celine has a knife collection.

-Celine's the usual centre but she's actually the least standout member of the group, but Miyeong and The Third One I Really Should Pick A Name For both specialise hard, meanwhile Celine's a polished, reliable jack of all trades.

-Thirds their choreographer/dancer, Miyeong's their best singer/lyricist. Celine's the only one allowed to talk to reporters without a script.

-Celine was in love with both of them and willing to admit it about neither-

-Rumi's dad was their manager. Celine and Third hated his ass even before the demon twist because what do you mean your dating one of the talents you manage, fucker?? Miyeong blink twice if you want us to stab him-

-Rumi Sr had a plan similar to Rumi's plan with Jinu, to use the powerful demon with wavering loyalties to turn on Gwi-ma and defeat him for good. Unlike Rumi, Miyeong planned to outright kill him, and see what demons chose to do with their newfound freedom before going forward with any plans of the Golden Honmoon, in no small part because of her hubbie

--it's impossible to know if this would've worked or not. He was scared, and backed out- maybe he would've found his courage at the final moments and salvaged it, if she'd had a chance to go through with it with or without his help. But the next time he saw her, it was a confrontation with Celine over her grave.

-(I said lighter but some of these are NOT lighter lol)

-Celine's mother did a complete 180 into doting grandma for Rumi, as parents do. Celine was absolutely hellbent on keeping Rumi's patterns a secret from her, as a result. She got several very angry phone calls from her mother not long after What It Sounds Like. Rumi never hears a word of it, and as far as she's ever aware, she never had any problem with Rumi's patterns.

-(the absolute side eye Miyeong's parents give Celine's mother at birthday parties needs to be seen to be believed. It somehow gets even more intense after that)

[allisluv]

Headcanons of Finnick and reader with a Gomez Addams and Morticia Addams type of relationship pretty please🙈

chat i'm gonna be so honest and say that i've never seen the addams family, so i'm gonna do this based off the wikipedia page of them so bear that in mind if it's not accurate. it would probably be best taking it as more of a golden retriever!finnick x black cat!reader relationship more than anything !!

cw: golden retriever!finnick, black cat!reader, fem!reader, both are victors but it's not explicably stated, one sexual reference, other than that just fluffy headcanons!

finnick is super gentle with his partner, especially if you're bristly and broody, like a cat with their back up. he isn't deterred by your deadpan nature or the way you roll your eyes or even your sniping remarks that are aimed to cut deep. he stays true to himself by walking a fine line between being gentle and teasing, and he's steadfast in his approach with you, which slowly wears away a bit of your defences-- and by god, if that isn't a reward in itself, he doesn't know what is.

finnick refuses to be scared off by your quirks, like how you keep flowers long after they've died, or how you make french toast at the oddest hours of the morning, or, perhaps most terrifying of all, how you refuse to fall asleep without socks on.

in district thirteen, after all of the victors were extracted from the arena, someone once joked in the dining hall that it must be exhausting for finnick to have to "save you" all the time. finnick simply arched a brow in response and as if on cue, his eyes drift to the other side of the dining hall where you stab a fork into the table, only narrowly missing haymitch's hand. the reason for him nearly losing a finger? because he had the nerve to try take some of the berries from your bowl. finnick just smiles as the man across from him asks, "she always like this?" finnick smirks and lifts one of his shoulders. "worse, usually. this is her on a good day."

finnick is a hand on heart hopeless romantic, and he's so willing to give you what you need, in whatever way shape or form that may take. he's so quick to pick up on your love language, whether it be physical affection or acts of service etc, and he's planning things around it to the point where he does something so thoughtful that you can't even keep up your stoic front.

finnick finds you the hottest when you're verbally sparring with someone, sorry not sorry. he once watched you tear a capitol man to shreds for calling you a slut, and then walk back to the bar to grab a drink without even breaking a sweat. he nearly dropped to his knees right then and there, both to thank a god he didn't believe in for bringing you into his life, and to show you just how appreciative he was of you.

as much as you like to act like you're an emotionless person, you do show a softer side of yourself with finnick. it's in the way your shoulders lose some of the tension in them when he walks into the room. in the way you lean into him subconsciously when he's close by. in the way your lips quirk at his god-awful cheesy dad jokes. in the way you leave books around your shared apartment with notes for him to find. in the way you would slap someone across the face and take the heat in your stride if it meant they'd piss off and leave him alone. and sure, to other people, it may not have been much, but to finnick, it was the world.

[cartoonguy08]

Hello! Your art and hcs keep me occupied in all best ways. Aaaand now I am fixated on scouts’ (BLU and RED) backstory….. So, I suddenly got a question: what BLU’s think about Scout? I remember that he bothers Engie and Engie lets him get away with his antics, but what about others?? I would be really glad if you’ll mention something about his relationship with teammates :3

(Thanks for drawing and posting, your art makes my day)

Thank you!! As well as thank you for asking, and remembering that one post I made a while back ^^

I explained red scouts backstory pretty much thoroughly at this point. But what about BLU scout?

Referencing the last post about BLU heavy I mentioned clone theory. That the BLU’s are clones of red team (red engineer and BLU engineer being vice versa), BLU scout is the clone of red scout.

Let me explain

Compared to red scout, BLU scout is the opposite of red scout. Physically, they’re the same person, and their memories share, they have the same memories—BLU scout may not be an actual person who lived through those memories because they aren’t his, but he still has them. And in turn, he’s going to have a different mentality because even though he IS a clone, he’s still a person with thoughts and feelings, and no human being can possible have the same thoughts and feelings.

Now, Red scout, was neglected. Horribly. He wanted his Ma to like him, he wanted to BE liked he wanted to have attention but he never got it. So when red scout grew, he became the person that would get attention through acts of service. If he does what he’s told he’ll get praise, he’ll make people proud. He’ll make people very proud of him even!! Now, he does act immature, kind of a jerk, but he mostly has a good moral compass. Because he wants attention, and to get that attention, red scout’s going to get it through praise. He wants praise. He wants people to notice him.

Now BLU scout is the same, but once again, he’s a mirror of what red scout is NOT. BLU scout, is insufferable. So insufferably immature. But why? His memories tell him he was neglected, and because he was so ignored, he grew the mentality of “if people aren’t gonna notice me. Then I’ll just do something to make them notice”. Because of this, he acts up. He does bad things. Why? Because he just wants attention, he wants to feel seen, he wants people to NOT ignore him and the only way he knows how is to act up and be a smartass. Be terrible, be a bad kid/person because that’s how the BLU team notice him. They react to him. He wants a reaction, BLU scout is desperate for attention. Like red scout, he doesn’t wanna be neglected, but BLU scout gains that attention in the worst way possible.

He becomes an asshole. And he grew that mentality because he realized when he did bad things, people noticed him.

So in general, the only way I can describe BLU scout thus far, is that he’s just a dick. Like, legitimately he’s such an immature jackass that nobody on the team can stand him. Quite literally everybody hates him for the way he acts.

He has a reason to act like this, I just explained it. But it’s NOT an excuse.

Engineer understands scout is acting the way he does due to his background and how he was treated as a youngen. But that doesn’t excuse the fact he’s a dick. But Engie lets it slide. Because he’s a doormat, unfortunately.

Off topic actually, one thing I’d like to add is I think BLU Demo man doesn’t mind scout. Surprisingly. Everyone has strong opinions on the scout but demo likes him simply cuz they both talk shit about the team, they get along well when they’re both drunk too. Demo obviously still feels that annoyance towards scout but not as much as the others.

Now here’s where I have fun answering this. There’s one specific person in particular that LOATHES BLU scout with ALL his being. I’m talking wishes he was dead levels of hatred.

BLU sniper is the number one hater of BLU scout.

Because BLU scout, for whatever reason, isn’t intimidated by sniper. Scout could care LESS on how “scary” sniper tries to be towards him—scout actively RAGEBAITS sniper so bad he finds it HILARIOUS. Scout doesn’t fall for sniper’s tricks, he’s a little smartass like that and sniper has never had such HATRED for someone like this but it is BAD. It is blood boiling levels of “I want to kill him”. Sniper is the biggest red flag of the BLU team but he himself can’t wrap his head around why scout just, ISN’T scared of him. Sniper can scare SPY, BLU SPY, but he can’t scare this little shit?! And excuse me for my vulgar language but I can’t accentuate enough how insufferable scout is to be around. He’s INCREDIBLY immature and pulls pranks on everybody for the fun of it. His main target being BLU Engie cuz Engie just lets him get away with it. But scout’s FAVORITE target is sniper. Because scout finds nothing scary about him. Frankly, Sniper gives him a reaction and that’s what Scout craves. Sniper threatens to kill him CONSTANTLY but scout knows he can’t because they need him, he’s on the team. So, “sorry not sorry!” I think scout knows how much of a red flag sniper is as well, but that’s what makes it funnier, he genuinely doesn’t care. He doesn’t find sniper intimidating, and that IRRITATES sniper to NO END.

TLDR: BLU scouts immature in comparison of RED scout. VERY immature. And BLU sniper is his number one hater.

[fru1ty-d3mon]

Hcs because I'm crazy

When Dick was little, like first living with Bruce he use to cry a lot. Like a lot, he would just be sad.

Grief manifests in different ways, so when he would remember his parents, or the circus, he would just start crying. Occasionally he'd attempt to run away (he tries a lot more once he gets to his teen years I'll get into it in a sec.) He was just struggling with his emotions, and he didn't think that there would be anyone who could truly help him.

And the problem is, Bruce wasn't sure how to help him... It had been so long since he comforted someone. So he goes to Alfred, who tells him to try by himself first, and then he'll help him.

So that's what Bruce does, but he does it awfully, well he thinks so. "Hey kid... " Bruce says, walking into Dick's room, his small body curled up into a ball. He cries softly, Bruce sits on the edge of his bed. "Y'know, my parents died." Bruce says, attempting to connect with him. Yeah, that doesn't help and Dick just hugs his knees tighter.

"I've blocked a lot of my memories about that time... But I remember when my parents were alive, and I think of them like that." He says, looking at Dick, who is hugging a lion plushie that came with him to the manor. (It's from the circus, given to him by the lion tamer.)

"I didn't know that." Dick says softly, his voice sounds tired. He sits up, still hugging the lion. Bruce is surprised, was he finally able to talk to him? Was Dick going to open up to him? Dick moves closer to Bruce, and sits next to him. "My parents were fun, they cared a lot about me..." He says, sniffling softly.

Bruce listens, "So was everyone in the circus. Every birthday was a day to remember. They would make it so special for me." He looks at the lion. It was dirty, missing stitching on it's front left paw, and the fur on the end of the tail was missing.

"What about your mom and dad?" Dick looks up at Bruce, his eyes red from crying and there was a bit of snot dripping from his nose. Bruce smiles, "They were nice, they helped lots of people." He says. Bruce pauses, he goes to speak but his throat goes dry, "They uhm" he swallows but the pain of their death flashes back to him.

Dick looks at him, he's confused for a second but then realizes. He moves closer to him and puts his legs across Bruce's lap. Bruce looks at him, Dick lays his head on Bruce's torso and sits there. Bruce sits there, not knowing what to do. He moves his arms into a hug-like position.

At one point Alfred walked past Dick's room to see Bruce and Dick asleep on Dick's bed. Bruce holds onto him as if he would slip from his grasp and he would never see him again. Alfred smiles, knowing that this was once him and Bruce, he's proud that he's figured out that there's more to life than trying to avenge your parents death.

When Dick was into his later years of being Robin he would get into fights with Bruce often. Everytime that it would happen, a little bit of Bruce would shatter inside. They both hated the fights but they just happened. Average angsty teenage bullshit. (Btw Dick is probably about 13-15)

When Bruce would find out that Dick left he goes crazy. He calls Gordon to have the best cops looking for him. He sends Alfred to drive around a look for him. He calls hospitals to make sure nobody brought in a kid.

Alfred always finds him. Dick sits in the passenger seat of the car, "Why does Bruce want me there so bad if he obviously doesn't care about me?!" He says, crossing his arms and looking straight ahead. "He won't even man up and come get me himself." Alfred doesn't say anything, he hasn't even told Bruce that he found Dick. "Mm." Alfred says, watching the road. " 'Mm!' THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" Dick says, Alfred pulls up to a red light and looks at him.

Angry tears form in Dick's eyes, that he quickly hides. Alfred looks at the light and then at Dick. "Master Dick... " He pauses, looks down, as if he was thinking. "Master Bruce cares a lot about you... I'll have him talk to you when we get back to the manor." Alfred says, turning back to the light, which had just turned green. Dick sniffles and looks down at his hands.

He doesn't hate Bruce but he's not happy either.

Bruce and Dick talk once Dick is back at the manor. They're sitting in the study, it's unnecessarily quiet. Neither of them are good at emotional talks. "Dick, I understand that you're upset at me. But I want you to be safe." Bruce says, attempting to look Dick in the eye. "Alfred said that you think I don't care about you. That, I would have found you myself if I did care." Bruce breathes slowly, looking at Dick who is sitting across from him.

"I do care Dick. I care so much about you. I called 6 different hospitals, making sure that you weren't there. I called Commissioner Gordon to have his troups, to make sure that you weren't in any kind of trouble... I only sent Alfred to get you because I was so busy trying to find you any other way." Dick finally looks up at Bruce, who can tell that he's still upset but he's sorry.

Dick gets up and walks up to Bruce. He hesitates for a second but then gives him a hug. "I'm sorry Dad." He says, his voice breaking. Bruce hugs up back, "I won't do it again." Dick says through tears. Bruce smiles, "I know kiddo... " He says, glad to have his son back with him.

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Okay, I know that was more sad than the other ones, but I really do like it. I think it fits well with the characters. Remember that this is just a head canon. Some (deleted) comments yelled at me when I posted a Cassandra Cain hc story.

[cheschesterpossum]

My y/ns fav drink hc, cus I'm bored

CITF - y/n & SG!y/n + liaison!y/n: cold beer, or just beer in general.

Robot!y/n: oil I guess. They're a robot.

Rogue!y/n: fancy energon wine, high grade. They like getting drunk on occasion.

SG - Rogue!y/n: Energon tea.

Sparkling!y/n (both og and sg): sparkling formula with sweet rust.

Cyber-ninja!y/n: Energon tea.

SG - Cyber-ninja!y/n: Energon tea... the luxurious kind not the cheap one, spoiled hoe.

[starizma]

whats up here’s some lifesteal headcanons

these aren’t well thought out im sorry anyways

planetlord - hes albino and has an afro also he/they and he came from space wow maybe Hes an actual planet lord and they came down to see how earth was doing and never could go back into outer space also Hes agender

jumperwho - couldn’t get hired as a psychologist so she terrorizes ppl now

wemmbu - peculiar shapeshifter

zam - also peculiar shapeshifter btw Zam and Wemmbu are faternal twins and zam has they/he/she/bug pronouns

mapicc - i know, overrated, but hes a dogboy and really hyper with mood swings

manepear and flamefrags- Theyre brothers yeah both with fire powers and yeah

ashswag (s3-s4..) - couldn’t be a banker/businessman so he scams ppl 4 money

squiddo- peculiar bug

spokeishere (kind of s3-s4)- was supposed to be like a demigod or smth idk but he just isnt🤷‍♂️ Thats why he could do the wormhole and exploits also spoke with xe/he/xem/it pronouns neutrois gender but spoke is masc

[lexxieannie]

i want people to remember how human dick grayson is. like. maybe he’s hurt on a mission with the titans or JL and no one rlly takes it that seriously because they forget he isn’t a meta or that he doesn’t have a healing factor or powers, he doesn’t even have batman’s tech. he is so human and can and will get hurt in ways they forget.

[blossombabbles]

Tokyo debunker boys reaction to Mc asking them to kill her: Hotarubi

A/N: I changed Zenji's to asking him what dying is like since... Yk he can't kill you 🫠 even if he could he'd probably scream in horror at such a question 😔credit to @/xienperna again (I've made so many parts idk if u want an @ every time 😭)

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Have you lost your fucking mind?

The question crossed his in an instant. It's not as though this beautiful kabuki actor hasn't worked quite meticulously with his parasol, as a matter of fact, he was quite skilled with it. The mind boggling part was you assumed it would ever be pointed in your direction.

He had nothing but kind eyes for you, that nervous smile slightly darkened beneath scrunched eyebrows while he tried to temper his response. You didn't deserve anger, vitriol or even the slightest of insults.

You were desperate. That was nothing to fault.

"I'm sorry, [MC] but I really don't think I can do that for you..." His fingers clasped together in front of him, staring at the shift in your emotions, how sad you suddenly looked.

He let you down...

"I- I don't ... Think you're bad for wanting that, though."

The recovery was quick as it was fumbled, every second more it felt like you were slipping through his finger tips to the point of falling. Maybe you didn't understand you were invaluable to him. Insecurity tingled his nerves, forcing his eyes to the floor like a stray dog. He didn't deserve to be the one you came to because he could never help you...

"then ... What do you think?" The softness, almost shame, in your voice roused him from thought and his eyes met the lack of light in yours.

"I think ... A transformation like that isn't going to happen over night... Yes, you're showing signs, but I doubt you'll just wake up the anomaly..." He paused, smiling if only to encourage you, "Maybe we'll have more time. Maybe by then one of us could have done something and helped in some way... I know Yuri is working very hard for you. A-and we have as well!"

More assured, the captain smiled, nodding to his words.

"and we won't stop until we can solve it!"

He wasn't that naive. But it wasn't naive to have hope so strong for someone you care about, he would manifest it until he couldn't anymore.

Your room had become Zenji's second home, a small safe haven where you two could simply talk for hours, freely mind you until he left for his usual biwa session. At least here he didn't have to watch you give a ... Gold star worthy performance of coughing into your hand while saying what you wanted.

Imagine his surprise when you decide that today's topic would be on death. Death? Well. You wanted to know what dying was like.

"That is not a fun conversation, doll, I assure you there are plenty of magnificent things we could talk about!" Trying to push it off, simply because it's a conversation he doesn't want to have, he manages to get you onto his poetry, which he happily describes to you in great detail if only to keep you distracted longer.

But you're as stubborn as you are resilient and radiant.

Dread presses against his nerves when you ask him again, trying to find some excuse to simply nod away from the conversation. If there's anything he wishes he had from his brother it's his straight forward attitude. If he simply told you No, you'd take it, disappointed, but you would. Unfortunately, the word wouldn't find that tight tongue.

For the first time in a long time, he felt as though swallowing a rock that simply wouldn't go down.

"I cannot speak for all. Nor will I speak on the circumstances that led to it..." A pause, for his own sanity, "death is something that can be beautiful. The appreciation it leaves for life is unmatched by anything else. However. It is a lonely existence ..."

His hands nervously wring together, staring down at them almost solemnly. Zenji hated speaking about it, that much was obvious from his face, the somber look in his eyes that didn't get any lighter with pauses. Waiting for you to politely tell him to stop, that it was okay. But you didn't.

You wanted to hear this.

"You speak and you cannot be heard, you take action and they're unable to realize you, the people you care about are left in abject misery and all you can do is hope for the better and beg those that are capable of comprehending you to assist..."

He sighed, deeply, like exhaling pieces of his life out of his lungs.

"it's okay, Zenji..." Finally, you free him.

Though the human curiosity is only a natural feat, especially about things unknown and so glaringly tragic, it is hard to sympathize when you are the one in the worst position. But you are his darling doll. Even just speaking to you about something so serious and tragic had lightened the ghost load ever so slightly, even if you would never know. He just hoped you would never know his fate.

You are so bright, so vibrant, the most perfect star in this guy who never deserved to go out.

Haku stopped himself mid tea, staring at you with a confused laugh in his throat, looking at you expectantly - waiting, of course for the obvious. But the longer he stared at you, half smile, slight mirth in his eyes he realized it wasn't just some weird joke you said to cope. That's what he'd been expecting, anyways, especially with the deadline getting so close. That would be normal.

Of course, that's why he called you out here today. He wanted to check on you, but a murder proposition wasn't exactly on his conversation list.

"So you can become a ghost and follow me around forever? The devotion is pretty cute but..." He paused, using the tea as an excuse while his mind worked with possibilities, "shouldn't I at least take you on a date first?"

The flirtation landed on deaf ears, not unlike normal, you never seemed to fully notice. Which he didn't know how - he literally asked to help undress you once, he could only get so much more obvious.

"... Sorry," he smiled, forced and slightly off guard, "I didn't expect you to say that ... Now or uh, ever, honestly."

The gentle clack of a cup against saucer rung out in the space between you, tension so thick he could actively feel it choking around you. He felt ... Bad. Terrible almost. You'd come to him - nearly tripled over your words to ask him and while it was sweet it just ... Didn't.... Work with him.

"I can't really do that. Nothing against you or what you wanna do. But it's against my moral code, regardless of how you feel, killing your friends just kinda sucks..."

"But you have connections..." You mention, slightly hopeful.

"and I won't be putting you in contact with them." It was a statement. Firm but said kindly, as nice of a no as he could give you. You were too darling to him, too precious to lose a month with. Even as just your friend he would happily take it over the next month's he'd be mourning you.

His imagination was vivid, the day he assists in killing you, seeing you fall down dead by his hand or even in connection to him all he would ever see on his hands is a dark crimson spelling out your name. Leaving him asking the question what if he just worked harder? What if he got something out of Darkwick? What if he tried more for you? Demanded answers? How could he ever forgive himself?

"okay... I understand. I apologize for asking-"

"don't, your Highness," holding up a hand to stop you, those fingers are quick to curl over yours, smiling as the rain gently tacks against the windows as it always does, "I'm here for you in every other way that counts. Why don't we just talk about it...?"

"... I'd like that."

"I would too."

[juzt]

Chronically Online Kenma Kozume Headcanons

This is mostly relationship stuff but most can be interpreted either way :] Also, if you have any requests, please send!

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma that before you guys met he definitely used to catfish as an e-girl on discord. He claims it was "just for fortnite skins", but it was really just because he thought it was fun to laugh at random men online. It also doesn’t help that he can make a strangely accurate female voice ..

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who would convince you to let him teach you how to play his favorite games so he wouldn’t have to “queue with others” (but we all know that it’s just an excuse to talk to you more)

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who invites you over to play games together, which always ends up with him beating you every round. But he does end up feeling bad after a while so he lets you win a few games.

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who probably takes games way too serious and whenever he loses a game he genuinely gets so upset. If he gets angry enough, he''ll even quit the game altogether for a few days 😭

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who takes you out on dates in minecraft and you can tell he spent wayy too much time on it, which he did but he did it because he knew it'd make you happy

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who gets so excited whenever you send him a playlist you made for him. Sometimes he listens to them while playing games <3

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who will literally say yes so quickly if you ever asked to match in fortnite, roblox, minecraft, etc.

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who teaches you how to play valorant (if you don’t play it) just so you can "pocket sage" him but its really just so he can spend time with you, even if you��e bad

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who convinces you to troll with him in valorant as your “e-boyfriend” where he would force a really deep voice because he thinks its funny to piss people off

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who would quote memes (and old vines) but whenever people don’t get the reference he gets really embarrassed so he gaslights them into thinking they were just hearing things, and he for sure quotes the wonderland system.

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who gives you all of his passwords to everything and expects the same and if you ever mess with one of his gaming accounts he would probably not care at all unless you mess up his rank (because lets be honest, hes the type to grind to radiant in valorant just because hes bored)

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who plays animal crossing or any other games with you whenever you ask, dropping what he's doing (or finishing up a match) because he LOVES when you play games with him

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who has a questionable sleeping schedule that changes up everyday. For example one night he’d go to bed at like 4am and wake up at 7, the next he’d be sleeping at 8pm and waking up at 5am

ChronicallyOnline!Kenma who forces you to facetime him whenever the other sleeps (unless you’re busy) because have I mentioned that all he wants to do is spend time with his partner?

[illumizoldycksdryshampoo]

NSFW headcanons of choso kamo as your guitarist boyfriend. (reader is fem aligned!)

MDNI.

- His fingers are dangerous.

Calloused, strong, and precise—years of guitar playing made them relentless. He knows it too. He’ll smirk when you squirm and ask, “That’s the spot, right?”.

Sometimes he fingers you while strumming lazily with his other hand. Just showing off.

- He’s obsessed with you wearing his band tees.

Especially after shows. Nothing underneath. You straddling his lap backstage while he’s still sweaty, drunk off adrenaline.

You whisper in his ear that he looked hot on stage and suddenly he’s needy and rough, so desperate to hear you moan.

- He’s not very vocal but deep groans are his thing.

Low, guttural sounds. Panting your name. Cursing under his breath when he gets overwhelmed.

When you take control? He melts. Letting you ride him slowly while he grips the sheets, eyes fluttering shut.

- Praise kink? Yeah.

Especially if you call him “rockstar,” “pretty boy,” or whisper, “your hands were made for this.” He’ll come undone so fast.

- Sometimes, he writes lyrics after sex.

Still half-naked, tangled in you, scribbling half-coherent lines on his phone with shaky fingers. They’re always about you.

(A/N: I SAW THE PIERCE THE VEIL SOUND ON TIKTOK AND CAME UP W THISSS, it’s so good guys listen to it..🫦🫦)