#junk drawer (headcanons/thoughts)

[27spoons]

yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson

what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260

natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.

inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.

"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"

nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.

"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"

her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"

"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"

nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"

your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"

she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”

before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"

you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."

a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."

your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.

and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."

you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 

you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.

nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 

she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 

one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."

"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."

the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"

"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"

"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."

your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"

another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."

you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 

she does.

three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 

nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 

she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 

her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."

[aveysdollhouse]

where they’d live with you! - slight modern au

summary: headcanons of how’d it be to live with them, as well as personal interior preferences! established relationship, hinted f!reader.

ft: chuuya nakahara, osamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, nikolai gogol, fyodor dostoevsky, edgar allen poe & karl (mentioned)

warnings: suicide (dazai’s part), religion (fyo’s part), possible mischaracterization, not proofread, overall fluff.

a/n: lmao thought of this while writing ms.deity and thought this would be a great example for smaller reqs, 2am posting ig (scheduled post.) enjoy!

♡. c.nakahara - penthouse

likes open space a lot, along with wonderful views.

likes to spoil so you’ll often switch penthouses every couple of years.

scented candles everywhere, all the same sent organized by season.

giant hat rack in your bedroom, coats are hanged in chuuya’s ‘important coat closet.’

two bathrooms one specifically for the toilet and one for showering/bathing, absolute heaps of towels hot, clean towels.

you and him have had a housekeeper for quite some time, a nice old lady who stays next door. chuuya paying for her own apartment, quite the kindhearted man.

king sized bed with perfectly adjusted heating pads.

you both have a yearly rented personal sauna in the buidling.

wine seller down in the buildings basement, majority of the bottles are labeled ‘chuuya.’

♡. o. dazai - studio apartment

small but well organized (barely.)

dazai chose it due to it having a perfect spot for a suicide (or double.)

well lit fireplace that’s automated due to his laziness.

all in one bathroom, almost the size of the bedroom.

has a window seat, dazai often listens to music there.

outside window ladder that leads up to the roof, often ending up in rooftop dates.

you live on the top floor since dazai wanted to make a ‘splash.’

slight library with only dazai’s favorite novels.

close-ish to the ada, closer to the pm, probably to torment that ginger.

♡. e. ranpo - apartment

the second floor of a candy shop a acquaintance of his knows.

spacey but chock full of file cabinets and candy dishes.

relatively near the local police station / detective agency to spite them, (they don’t know he’s even there.)

glasses display case that’s most definitely a need, well according to ranpo.

personal area for karl, decorated for when ranpo is needed to take care of him.

poe often visits with new novels/books where him and random often discuss on the balcony while you make dinner.

queen size bed with a squishy feeling like you’re gonna sink in.

drawer specifically for ties and caps, majority in different shades of lavender and light brown.

subscriptions to all crime channels and newspapers, often leaving him in the morning sucked into them.

♡. n. gogol - cabin

off in the far woods where the next town is around two miles at most, nikolai often finds it refreshing from the sky casino.

nikolai built it by hand, and overcoat, saying that ‘a cabin for lovers should be built with that love.’

wooden fireplace that crackles in front of the couch and coffee table.

outdoor bathroom/toliet, more ‘efficient & free.‘

nikolai has a more open bird cage filled with doves, and the occasional pigeon he’ll ’save’ from the city.

has quite the cozy feel to it, often leaving your friends speechless when visiting.

there’s a lake nearby where you do your laundry and dishes, sometimes used for leisure.

coat rack near the door often filled with overcoats more than your own jackets.

you often receive free food from the farmers market since the aging market owners find you both quite a cute couple.

♡. f. dostoevsky - renovated home

the house was built from a old church of fyodor’s religion, causing him to put the most effort into making it perfect.

stain glass windows were replaced with glass portraits of the two of you.

nikolai often visits with goods for the pantry, causing fyodor to grumble if it’s junk food at best.

in the kitchen there’s a cabinet dedicated to personalized glasses and dishes, often endearing words in russian.

fyodor has three cellos placed delicately in his study, all well tuned as usual.

fyodor doesn’t really seem to wear any other hat than unshankas, so you bought a personalized a large hat box for the hat style, he admires you gift deeply.

along the house is a apple orchid, since fyodor finds them a quite literal ‘need’ in life.

fyodor doesn’t set mouse/rat traps instead putting out barely harmful glue traps so that he can have them in a fell crafted cage in his study.

fyodor’s study is a mix of a music hall and a library quite literally the bulk of the house.

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[wing-ed-thing]

Hashirama Domestic Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 What? What do you mean Hashirama can either run a unified village or be a housewife?

𓆃 Hashirama, wonderful, peace-loving man that he is, wants and loves nothing more than to provide for his family. He needs no encouragement and will go above and beyond to provide in the household.

𓆃 And providing also includes domestic labor, and Hashirama is more than enthusiastic to do laundry, dishes, and general housework.

𓆃 He has a system, you see, and is more than happy to don an apron and spend an ungodly amount of time doing work around the house.

𓆃 And, to everyone's surprise, he performs many chores better than you! You'll come home to find the spices organized and labeled and the everything drawer that had become a catch-all for all of your miscellaneous junk miraculously showed wood at the bottom again.

𓆃 He's equally— if not more— passionate about the tasks he doesn't know how to do, like repair work or a complicated recipe. You're bound to come across some failures like a poorly hung light fixture or a terrible variation of what should be a simple recipe, but Hashirama will persist until he gets it right.

𓆃 For better or for worse.

𓆃 Although, Hashirama tends to start with the most abstract tasks first, sometimes emptying out the pantry or some obscure closet or box, only to leave right in the middle or his reorganization process.

𓆃 He is a busy man, after all, and practically has a country to run. Hashirama is prone to letting work distract him, and insists on constantly being on call.

𓆃 He's at work, even when he's not at work, and is even more terrible at delegating. And so, sometimes you'll come home or pop your head into the next room to check on him only to find the room looking like a wind jutsu blew through it.

𓆃 In a similar vein, Hashirama is easily distracted by nostalgic things, finding items in his cleaning efforts and getting distracted by them before he inevitably has to take off.

𓆃 Despite his love of making his home, Hashirama tends to have an unpredictable schedule when it comes to actually tending to it. He'll usually have a period of time when he's constantly cleaning paying attention to things, before an acute village emergency occurs and he leaves your home in disarray.

𓆃 Other times, he'll finally return from a long bout of working and stress-cleans for hours and refuses help.

𓆃 In fact, he'll sweep you up in his chore rush, thoughtfully adding running you a bath and making you a dessert or dinner into his mental list of tasks.

𓆃 And for all the chores he performs at once, Hashirama always knows where everything is. Although, this doesn't mean he tells you where he's relocated your kunai or other working tools, but he never tires from fetching things for you.

𓆃 You, however, certainly do.

𓆃 And as nice as it is to come home to a clean house or a series of thoughtful gestures, they aren't very consistent and can oftentimes lead to Hashirama spending less time with you than he already does.

𓆃 Hashirama is already booked more hours than he isn't. He rises before sunrise each morning and works into the evening on most days. Not to mention that the time he does take for himself is often interrupted by people who call upon the hokage for help.

𓆃 Hashirama cares deeply about the village, and isn't very good at drawing boundaries when it comes to his role as hokage. Even so, given that he's the very first person who has even been in such a position (he did make it up after all), there is no guideline for his performance— only his own internal, high expectations.

𓆃 And so Hashirama seems almost absentminded in the time he spends at home, rushing off with little notice or being forgetful when it comes to plans.

𓆃 The worst part is, is that you know he doesn't not care. And every time you bring it up, Hashirama is so genuinely sorry, promising to do better and creating an actionable plan to do so.

𓆃 And it works for a bit. You have consistency for perhaps a few days, until there's another work emergency and he's gone again.

𓆃 He insists he can do both, and yet, it never seems like he can strike a balance. You know he means well, but it takes more than a few attempts to get your points across to him.

𓆃 You don't think he really sees what the problem is, and you're not oblivious to the weight that's on his shoulders. Part of you battles with the other, debating on what amount of criticism is really fair when you knew what struggles you would face in being with the hokage of the newly established Hidden Leaf Village.

𓆃 One moment it feels like Hashirama loves you more than anything in the world, and then the next, the village is all that matters.

𓆃 You wonder which one Hashirama is going to land on in the end.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

@rahatake

[edmcmayonnaise]

simon-related ramblings from me to my poor favorite dbda discord server, in no particular order...

Yes I am unhinged and no I don't know how they've allowed me to remain on the server. It is a miracle.

Simon is a tall awkward boy with a crush on his classmate that ended in oof

Maybe simon played tennis?

ugh simon went from doing some old wives tale style magic to try to get edwin to just ~~notice him~~ but it doesn't work, so ofc magic is't real, right? so of course no harm in just scaring the boy you like but can't be like or else by doing a fake ol' demon summoning ritual from the old tome you snagged from your elder brother's dumb bookshelf. Oopsie.

("plucking ‘yarrow from a young man’s grave’ in order to bind unknowing men to them for all eternity" ugh simon sneaks out a lot at night so there we go. yarrow hunting for simon it is)

"i look smart with my cap but i slay withouuuuut gooooodbyeee simon" as he tosses the hat and it gleams in the moonlight

ugh how soft would it be to have a fox-hunting fic

oof au where edwin and simon don't die and go into the intelligence service together

simon still gotta fix the telephone switch board

simon is the office receptionist

simon in a cute crochet muffler

​​The idea of Edwin exhausting himself to care for Simon because then he doesn’t have to face his own trauma is

wow tho headcanon is that simon loves his mama so much

(in reference the french horn hanging in the attic during charles' death scene) simon gives big french horn energy

omg the visual of simon in edwin's desk junk drawer and edwin pulls out orbmon, sighs, and says "this is where you've gone off to-- been looking everywhere for you." I ended up writing a fic similar to this thought.

to have both edwin and simon enjoying seaside would be cute

mah boy simon repping the pigtail pullers

if the show was my cat king (it was) then simon was the moment i forgave myself and decided I deserve to pursue happiness 

[ovwechoes]

Sleepless Nights & Supports (Headcanons) I can't sleep and my head's focused on writing, so I'm taking it as an opportunity to talk about what the supports would do if they couldn't sleep, and how that would affect them. My asks are open, and requests are welcome!

Ana Amari: Ana struggles a lot with sleeping, and always has. It's her kryptonite, and it's something she's become accustomed to. If she doesn't simply give into the lack of sleep and carry on with her day as though she had a restful night, Ana will often be found doing household chores. Things like laundry, cleaning, sorting her junk drawer, tasks of that nature help her to unwind and get back to sleep when she knows she needs it. Ana's the type of person who usually can cope for the day with any amount of sleep, though, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't complain to anyone who asked about her night about it. She's not groggy, just whiny when she's tired.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin: Baptiste can be inpatient when he can't sleep - he doesn't fathom how it could take longer than 10 minutes to fall asleep, even when Angela's explained this to him. It's hard for him to be patient and give his body the time it needs to get to sleep, so often he'll rush the process by having alcohol before bed. His favourite is red wine, often enjoying a glass or so if he can't sleep that night. However, Baptiste has a bad habit of drinking too much out of frustration for not being able to sleep, resulting in awful hangovers that require IV drips from Angela for the mission that day. He's not the type to be restless, but Baptiste's not really able to sleep when he has a lot on his mind, or when his past is lurking in the corners of his thoughts.

Brigitte Lindholm: Brigitte's one of the lucky few who can sleep anywhere, anytime with very little needed to get her to sleep. She flaunts it from time to time, bragging about how she can get to sleep very easily, and can get as much sleep as she wants no matter what. However, when she is restless and unable to relax her body and mind to sleep, Brigitte can be found doing very straining tasks, forcing herself into an exhausted state and resulting in an episode of hypersomnia. You'll find her in the gym, relentlessly exercising until she can barely think nor stand fully without feeling as though her body's going to collapse into itself. Brigitte's been scolded many times by Angela and her teammates, often being told that she doesn't need to do this to tire herself out, but she won't listen. It's the fastest, most efficient way for her to go to sleep and her pride won't let her admit that it's not the healthiest thing to do.

Illari Quispe Ruize: Like Ana, Illari is accustomed to lack of sleep and has found ways to cope throughout the day when she's gotten next to no sleep. It's something common for her, and she doesn't tend to force herself to do anything to get back to sleep or make it more comfortable. She's tried everything - drugstore sleep meds, magnesium glycinate, lavender pillow sprays, everything she possibly can. It's never helped, though, and for years she took this as something she'd have to live with. Illari viewed it as her personal punishment, so until she met Angela and was prescribed PRN medication to help with her sleep, she never did anything about it. Now, she takes diphenhydramine, an antihistamine that causes drowsiness and can act as a sleep aid, needed only for the moments when she desperately can't sleep. It took Illari a while to actually use them, and she feels silly knowing she didn't for so long with how effective they can be for her. It's something she's thankful to Angela for, and understands now the importance of getting proper sleep.

Kiriko Kamori: Kiriko doesn't struggle with her sleep as much as she used to, often finding her vigilante activities drain her quickly. However, if she's pushed herself too far and can't go back to sleep, you'll find her doing mindless activities like nonograms and sudoku, tiring her mind out until she has to give into the sleep. It's something she's always done to help relax her, and now it's used as her own personal sleep medication. Kiriko's the type of person who sometimes works herself to death, forgetting to eat or sleep because of the importance of her work and her role in the events coming up. So, when she is restless and can't fall asleep, she's usually at the end of her rope and becomes very agitated easily.

Niran Pruksamanee / Lifeweaver: You can't tell me that Niran hasn't dabbled in weed before, especially with his sleep. Niran's the type to find herbal supplements to help with his sleep, starting with CBD before using edibles and carts to help him relax and numb his mind. His restlessness comes from his imagination, and his need to improve the world around him. He'll be kept up with countless thoughts and ideas about what he could create or implement to better the Earth's environment, and it keeps him up well into the early hours of the morning if he doesn't do something to quiet his mind and shut out the thoughts for some time. It's something he doesn't like to talk about much, not wanting the opinions of others to be pushed on him unwanted, but he's always open to share with other people and get high with his colleagues if they're experienced with it too. When he is extremely tired though, he can be non-verbal, struggling to speak properly and he struggles with moving or doing things that aren't minute or necessities.

Lúcio Correia Dos Santos: Lucio's the type of person who, if they could tell they're gonna have a restless night, would have a warm cup of decaf tea, have a bubble bath with lavender scents, and would set their room up to be extremely warm so that he can encourage his body naturally to ease into sleep easier. He's used to noise and business, and often finds it comforting to sleep to because of his upbringing in the Favela, so he enjoys playing a movie or a tv show in the background of his room whilst he rests. Lucio won't be watching it, just simply using it as though it's music to settle his mind down and rest to. He's definitely the type of kid who would wake up to the scooby doo movie end credit screen that's been playing for hours on the DVD player.

Angela Ziegler / Mercy: Angela has every remedy for insomnia known to man, and has tried every single one. I like to imagine she has a spreadsheet for what kind of restlessness she's experiencing (in terms of what's causing it) to help her decide what she's going to do that night. Stuck in the past? Mindfulness journal. Aches or illness causing insomnia? Relevant flu and cold medicine to help cure her ills, alongside pain killers. Simply unable to rest her mind? Diphenhydramine will do the trick if magnesium glycinate isn't touching the sides. She's tried everything, and often rarely will have a restless night that isn't easily cured. Angela will always help those around her too with their own sleep quality, often sharing her spreadsheets for those who need/want them. However, when she can't sleep no matter what she tries, she's a pain to work with as she's groggy and snappier than usual, not tolerating any of the jokes thrown her way from her co-workers no matter who they are.

Moira O'Deorian: Moira doesn't struggle with her sleep anymore, as she's the type to prioritise it to the point where her rigorous routine tires her out to exhaustion. Sometimes, she'll have sleepless nights simply because she's working or there's construction going on wherever she's sleeping and so she can't fall asleep. The only things that really keep her up without her consent is noise, and she detests anyone that would interrupt vital time to rest her mind for the next day's research. She complained for months when Akande brought in a construction crew to redo his own bedroom, and wouldn't stop throwing daggers his way with her stares and glares. It got to the point that Sombra bought her a white noise machine, and encouraged her to try it through her refusals and rebuttals about the worthiness of such a small device. When she did though, it helped her more than she expected and now it's become an integral part of her night time routine. Moira's unapologetic about the noise as well, often claiming that if they don't like it, then they shouldn't be okay with construction for months at a time all day and night.

[hero-deserves-to-be-happy]

As per post I saw about you wrote about imagining Hero crying over deleted unrelated posts -

I just got a stark imagery of Hero being a hoarder in a "but what if I need this later" way, like adding a loose wire/charger/cord thing to a box already full of them (but organized neatly) or other things like that.

I found it funny and maybe this blog would appreciate the contrasting ideas that is Hero being clean and organized (as per his side of the room) while being a hoarder at the same time. How would he deal 😂

Hi there! Thank you so much for your ask! We absolutely love getting to talk to fellow Hero enthusiasts and were so excited you wanted to share some Hero thoughts with us! (A/N: I (Acacia) am briefly breaking my hiatus to take this one because I actually wrote about Hero���s “secret” messy junk drawer in a fic once. ^^ Needless to say, I really vibe with this idea and it fits really well with my own personal headcanons & perceptions of Hero as a character!)

This is such a fun headcanon and given that Hero is so practical, it definitely makes sense to me. I can absolutely imagine him being the type to agonize over throwing things out sometimes because, exactly like you said, he’d question “What if I or somebody else needs this someday?” even if he already has plenty of whatever it is already. Your imagery of Hero with the overflowing box of cords is awesome! Love that very much!! I can totally imagine Kel just casually asking him “hey you got an extension cord?” and Hero pulls out an entire box with 20+ cords in it 😂😂 Perfect!

In my mind, Hero is also very responsible and kind of thrifty/discerning about how he spends his money, at least on himself. We see in the canon he’s extremely generous when spending on other people such as when he gives Sunny $10 to buy flowers for his mom even though they only cost $2 a piece, but as with a lot of Hero’s kindnesses, I don’t think he extends that generosity to himself (perhaps why Kel is so insistent on buying him the cookbook as a present since he knows it’s a luxury Hero would enjoy but wouldn’t buy for himself, but I digress) I can see his responsibility playing into the hoarding too with him thinking “It would be irresponsible to throw this out because I might need it someday and if I do I’d just have to buy a new one.”

As to how he would deal given the fact that he is so neat, tidy, and organized, I agree he would try to keep his collections organized as best he can, but I also agree it would be hard to deal with overflow, so perhaps they end up in some messy junk drawers somewhere which are likely kept “secret” on account of them being so messy (not because they hold anything embarrassing).

Everything of Hero’s is so perfectly organized on the surface and, to be fair, often under the surface (i.e. I imagine his sock drawer is probably color coded), so you likely couldn’t tell just by looking at Hero’s living space that he had a tendency to hoard things as everything is so clean and minimalistic, like a room in a catalog. But then he has this secret messy drawer (or in this case multiple drawers) filled with the randomest old things like a bunch of cords, batteries, papers, and other odds and ends he thinks might be useful later…

He hides these disorganized drawers because they’re a mess and he’s Hero—everything about him is perfect. A mess of any kind even in a hidden drawer nobody will probably ever see is unlike him, but I’m inclined to think maybe it isn’t that unlike him after all. Hero’s room looks perfect, but there’s still a small messy space, a part of it that’s less than perfect—a part that’s real and lived in, just like Hero himself in a way. Hero appears perfect, but under all his accomplishments, accolades, and successes, his role as this idolized big brother to the group, and Sunny’s idealized view of him in Headspace, there is part of him that’s just a little bit messy, a part of him that’s just little bit less than perfect. A part of him that’s real.

He’d rather everyone think of him as perfect and plays along with pretending he is because he doesn’t want anyone to worry about him, but the truth is, he doesn’t have to be perfect and pristine all the time and it would probably be better for him if he wasn’t. He deserves to be a little messy, to have an unorganized drawer or a whole collection of extra cords he “might need later.” He deserves to be human.

Thank you so much again for the ask! Our ask box is always open for respectful Hero thoughts, questions, discussion, and/or appreciation so please don’t be shy, fellow Hero enthusiasts. We love hearing from you! Take care 💙

[when-hyperfocus-hits]

PART III of @connectionterminated13 headcanon! This story kind went far from the whole original headcanon, and if you have any suggestions as to where it should go, please let me know! <<PART I>>

<<PART II>>

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When we walk out of Freddy’s, the atmosphere is different than before; like the energy in the air before a bad storm. 

I rush Cassidy with me, the wind pushing my bangs up and whisking Cassidy’s dark hair around her head. 

“So he’s just going to make us walk to his house? Screw him.” I instinctively reach to my coat pocket for the familiar cigarette box. Not now. Don’t need any little kids getting second-hand smoke.

Cassidy tries to pull her hair back as the winds grow stronger while we walk to Henry’s house. 

“I think we… make a left here.” I’ve been to his place so many times before, how could I forget? Though… it has been a while since he’s invited me over. He changed completely after that night…

I don’t want to think about that night.

Cassidy pulls me a bit away from the street as more cars pass by. I’ve always wondered how they do that, just pass by without a care about the people they see along the way. 

I recognize Henry’s house by its light green color and white picket fence. Despite his house looking perfect, his life was far from it, and you can really tell from the inside. 

When I open the front door, the house seems normal, almost untouched by time. 

“It’s just as I remembered it…” I say more to myself than Cassidy. Though, the poor girl seems more shocked at the sheer size of the house with its high ceilings and grand wooden staircase. 

Despite it only being two floors, Cassidy asks me over and over if we’re in a mansion. 

“It’s too small to be a mansion,” I say, looking around.

Some things are of value though, like intricate decorations and silverware shiny enough to see my clear reflection on it. 

“Why are you taking those things?” Cassidy asks me from the sofa that looks giant compared to her. 

“I’m just borrowing it.”

“It’s not nice to steal…” She wags her tiny finger at me.

“It’s not stealing!” I defend myself. “We need these things to make it out there. Henry was the one who invited us into his house without supervision. He was practically asking for it.”

 She doesn’t seem to protest when I jog up the stairs to look for anything else that could be of use. I grab a backpack big enough to put in my findings. 

His study is just as messy as his office; blueprints with incoherent scribbles and papers full of text line the floor. 

“The blueprints could be useful,” I tell myself, swiping the mostly intelligible ones. I rummage through the desk drawers full of random trinkets like paperclips and notepads. Amidst the junk, I find some money, enough to buy a motel room or something far away from here.

I scurry around the other rooms upstairs, finding the master bedroom. It’s mostly clean with its unmade bed and random clothes on the floor. It’s cleaner than mine at least. 

Nothing of interest other than some clothes I thought might fit me. Walking back out into the hallway, another room catches my eye that I didn’t notice before. It’s shrouded in darkness, all the way at the other end of the hallway. 

I hesitate before walking over and opening the door to a small room. It’s by far the cleanest room in the house. A small bed rests in the corner and a small pile of stuffed animals lay on the other corner. A little girl’s room.

“Charlie’s room…” I tell myself, recognizing her favorite toys in the small pile. Ella, Stanley, Theo…

My first thought shouldn’t have been to give these to Cassidy… but I have a feeling Charlie doesn’t need them anymore. She’d want someone to take care of her toys. I gently put them in my backpack with the other stuff I borrowed.

“Cassidy—!” I call for her as I jog down the stairs. 

“Mike!” She runs out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs, holding a crumbled slice of chocolate cake with her bare hands. “I found cake!”

“Oh… Thanks,” I take it gingerly. “Maybe get some actual food and put it in my backpack, ‘kay?”

She comes back with tupperware with random items that she seemed to like the best. A single slice of pizza, rice, and more cake. 

“That’s enough,” I stop her when she tries to bring more cake. “I can get us more food, it’s fine—”

“Oh, okay!” She smiles, eating the slice of cake she brought instead. 

I figure the faster we leave the house, the faster we can get out of this town for good. 

“Wait,” Cassidy stops me before I can fully open the door. “Why are we leaving?”

“We can’t stay here. My dad will find us sooner or later, and by the way Henry’s been acting, he’s not going to put up much of a fight. I’d rather skip town and get the hell out of here for good. I can’t take this anymore.”

Her big green eyes stare up at me, until she seems to eventually understand, and solemnly nod. “So… I can’t see my friends again?”

I stop. I feel my ears getting hot again. “...You’ll see them again one day, Cass. I promise.”

With that, she quietly follows me out of the house, ready to walk again. To where? I don’t know, anywhere. Anywhere but here.

[muzzledmikey]

Emizel + 5 and 12 for the ask game

5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

HMMMM... my first thought is jerks by car seat headrest <3 its so fizzfangs to me and has emis Energy

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

i have. SO many. it has snake bites & gauges methinks. he probably has a handful of shitty stick and pokes too :3 i will never end the he/it t4t fizzfangs propaganda they are boythings in love. he for sure collects shit like lighters and bottle caps theres like a random side table drawer in the demons hideout just full of his junk. he's a pretty talented artist i think! good at lettering and graffiti

[korrasamibottles]

I can’t figure out if Asami has a little ocd or if she’s like. The least ocd person ever. Wildly disorganized. Papers and gadgets everywhere. Thoughts

I don't know about ocd because that can manifest in a lot of different and unexpected ways unrelated to being organized BUT I actually do have a lot of weird headcanons about how organized Asami is (or isn't) depending on the situation, so THANK YOU for asking......

I think growing up with a wealthy, famous, and influential father could've given her some sort of complex about needing to look composed and competent at all times, regardless of whatever she might've been experiencing internally.

And I'm sure she was under an incredible amount of pressure to make sure Future Industries continued running successfully when she took over, and since she was a 20yo woman stepping into the shoes of a 50yo man, I think it makes sense to say that maybe she felt like she needed to appear hypercompetent or else nobody would take her seriously.

What I'm getting at here is that I like to think Asami might struggle to stay organized in the traditional sense of the word, but she doesn't want anybody to know it, and she spends a lot of energy making sure they don't.

SO:

I think the warehouses and workshops at Future Industries are the most well-organized places on the planet. Every tool has its proper place, every single item down to washers and bolts has its own bin, and everything–everything–is labelled. If the show was set some decades after the 1920s she'd be running around with one of those little portable label makers, but alas. She writes them out by hand. Her system works perfectly and everyone is encouraged to help maintain it so PLEASE put those bolt cutters back in the exact spot you found them thank you 😁 <-this is Asami feeling unhinged and smiling through it.

Her office at work looks nice and clean and organized. 50 million (labeled) folders tucked away into file cabinets that don't have a speck of dust on them. But I KNOW she has a junk drawer in her desk. Maybe even an entire junk closet where she stashes things she doesn't have a good place for because oh god a potential investor will be here in five minutes and the place is a mess since she started tinkering between meetings. She's still able to keep track of things because she has A System, but nobody else would be able wrap their head around how her system works. If anyone other than Asami opened the junk closet, I think it would look like one of those images deliberately edited to make everything in it unrecognizable:

Home is where the pattern really breaks down. To me. I think the places guests might reasonably see are neat and tidy, but her and Korra's room is a mess and they're both too busy to care. And besides what would be the point of trying to appear perfect when they've seen each other naked and heard each other fart. You know. Korra will ask if Asami's seen her hairbrush, and Asami will be like "oh yeah sorry it's on the chair by the window underneath the jacket I wore today." And so on.

Her mini home workshop is a disaster. She knows exactly where her wire cutters are when she needs them because she remembers setting them down and dumping a heap of tangled wire on top of them yesterday, but like. It doesn't look good. Nobody should ever try to "help" by rearranging things though, because then she won't be able to find anything.

TL;DR: I think she's a bit neurotic and hyperorganized at work, and around strangers/people she doesn't know well/people around whom she feels she needs to project an image of competency. But when she's at home and around people she trusts, she can let herself relax a bit and put the Perfectionism Demon down for a nap. My thots.

[27spoons]

rifle does sound enticing….

this was just supposed to be some thoughts about nat fucking reader with rifle, but you get like. a full blurb. have fun, you fucking freaks (affectionate)

okay so you and nat go hunting, right? like you're useless with a gun, but travis is... idk being a bitch or something and wont come out hunting, so you tag along just in case she needs help bringing back a kill, yk?

anyways. surprise surprise, no game. so, you two take a break in the plane a few hours into the hunt, maybe snacking on some jerky or something similar.

so, you're chewing flavourless jerky and kind of annoyed (at both the lack of game and travis being a bitch) and maybe nat has also lowkey annoyed you this trip, for whatever reason. so, the next time she mentions something about the lack of game...

"yeah? mad you couldn't shoot a squirrel, hunter girl?" "fuck off," she mutters, tossing a piece of jerky at your face. "last i checked, i'm pretty sure you couldn't even hold the gun steady."

it's banter. it's fun. silly goofy mood.

but then, like a dumbass, you get ballsy. so, maybe you rip a piece of jerky right out from nat's teeth and try to run off.

maybe it doesn't go as well as you want it to, and she immediately tackles you to the ground.

"asshole!" she laughs, straddling your back and pinning you to the ground, "give me my fucking jerky back!" it's too late. that jerky is already in your mouth and down your throat.

you're laughing as you chew that fucking jerky. laughing real hard. and you keep laughing as she shifts her weight, trying to pin you down harder. like... she's basically grinding your face into the floor of the plane. all for jerky.

she shifts again, mainly cus she's trying to get better leverage on you (she's three apples tall, yeah, but she's fucking nimble), and you're still squirming beneath her like a fucking idiot.

both you and nat had completely forgotten she still had the rifle slung around her shoulder--

until it shifts. heavy and cold, the length of the barrel drags right over your ass, catches between your thighs, and presses flush against your cunt through your pants.

you freeze. nat freezes.

you both clock it at the same time. you clock the fact you gasp in pleasure at the sensation of the metal pressing against your (rapidly dampening) center before nat does. but the second she does notice it?

"holy shit..." she mutters, voice suddenly much lower than it was only seconds prior. "dude, seriously, just--" you try and wiggle out from under her, heat flooding your face--but she doesn't budge. if anything, she leans into it. "was that a moan?" you groan into the floor, but don't deny anything as you press yourself against the gun. "fuck. off." "oh, no. no fucking way. the rifle? you're getting wet from my gun? that's so fucked." but, surprisingly, her voice isn't condescending. no, if anything... it's giddy.

now she presses the rifle into you with intent. she knows what she's doing now, and so do you.

she sees your hips twitch, and she shifts again, adjusting the strap of the rifle so she can get a better angle. the metal drags slowly over the seam of your pants--deliberate now.

your legs tremble.

"jesus," she mutters, "fuck. you're really into this..." "shut up," you hiss, still facedown on the floor (making no effort to move away, mind you) "no, like, dude. this is hot as fuck." a beat, "...want me to fuck you with it?"

you weren't expecting her to say that. she wasn't expecting to say that.

so, maybe you whimper. maybe it's a yes. maybe nat knows that it's a yes, and she exhales a disbelieving laugh.

"oh, that's fucked up." but she's grinning, the motherfucker. "i'm so fucking into it, dude."

you don't really know how your shorts end up around your ankles or how you end up on your hands and knees, but you don't really mind. why would you? nat seems just as eager as you are (and, i mean, who is really more fucked up here? the person wanting to be fucked with the rifle, or the person doing the fucking?)

(...don't answer that.)

anyway, your underwear never comes off, but it's not like it needs to. she gets you off through the fabric (which is now embarrassingly damp. whoops!)

she presses that shit against you like it's her motherfucking job.

the barrel is cold, even through the fabric, but it doesn't matter. you're pressing back into it shamelessly as she drags the rifle up and down your slit through your soaked underwear, like she's tracing where she would fuck you with it if she was going to.

the friction is stupid. barely anything. but her voice in your ear? the way it's breathless and panting like she's the one getting off on this? the weight of her hand on the back of your neck? the way she rocks the rifle forward every time you push your hips into it?

"bet if i keep going, you'll soak right through these panties, huh?"

and she does keep going, the motherfucker.

she pushes the length of the barrel snug against your cunt and holds it there, firm and steady, while your hips stutter against it. she's not even moving it anymore--you're doing all the work. you're the one rutting against the smooth metal like you'll die without it.

"yeah, c'mon," she whispers, "come for me."

you do.

hard.

yeah. you don't think you'll be letting travis ever hunt with her again.

[tomashernandcz]

TOMÀS HERNÀNDEZ

BASICS:

full name: tomas hernandez

nicknames: -

age: 40

dob: december 21st

hometown: briar ridge, south carolina

current location: briar ridge, south carolina

neighborhood: downtown & beach front

occupation: owner of golden hour beach bar / military vet

gender: male

sexuality: heterosexual

relationship status: single

theme song: till i collapse - eminem

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

face claim: octavio pisano

hair color: v dark brown with some graying

eye color: hazel

height:  6'2"

weight: 210lbs

build: athletic

piercings: used to have his left eyebrow pierced but had to remove it when he enlisted

tattoos:

FAMILY:

Siblings: Julieta Hernandez (WC) & Hector Hernandez (WC)

Children: none

Pet(s): none

Significant Relationship(s): both his siblings mean everything to him as they grew up during tough times.

HEADCANONS:

lives in a small house downtown but does have a beach house in beach front that he frequently stays in solely to sit on the beach when he can't sleep which is basically every night

there isn't a day that goes by when tomas thinks about popping a pill

loves to cook and tries different recipes whenever he's able to

in therapy for severe ptsd, depression and anxiety

has a purple heart but threw it in his junk drawer

rocks the man bun and dares anyone to say something

owns a motorcycle even though his siblings beg him to get rid of it

BIOGRAPHY:

There have been many back-and-forth discussions about addiction and what it actually is. Is it mental illness? Is it hereditary? Is it a choice? For the Hernandez children, it was the monster hiding in their closet, under their beds. It was the demon scratching at their every thought. It was the downfall of their family and the reason why they were separated and ended up in foster care. Luckily for them, their grandparents fought the system and gained custody of the three children but it was too late - they were all deeply traumatized by the whole situation.

Tomas vowed to keep his sister and brother safe from that moment on. He was their protector - as a big brother should be. For anything that happened in school, Tomas was there. Someone broke his sister's heart? He broke their face. Someone bullied his brother? Tomas fought back. Everyone knew to stay away from the eldest Hernandez brother and to be kind to his siblings in fear of him.

However, Tomas was forced - by his grandparents - to enlist in the military once he graduated. This broke him. How could he protect his siblings if he wasn't around?

Once there, the higher-ups quickly realized how talented Tomas was at combat. It was all thanks to the years of street fights. Then, later, they saw how deadly he was with a sniper rifle. From that moment, Tomas had a new job and a new position. Years went by and his services were deeply sought out. And weirdly, Tomas enjoyed it. He liked being needed - wanted.

Then, that night happened. Tomas saved his platoon after hearing chatter of something going down. The result was him getting severely injured with third-degree burns from his torso down to his foot, his leg bones getting shattered, and a few broken ribs. No one believed he would make it, but miraculously, Tomas did. He was honorably discharged with a Purple Heart.

When his recovery from the burns was completed, Tomas needed to get surgery on his leg. Then came physical therapy. Then came the addiction to painkillers. His sister didn't see it, nor did his brother. Eventually, it did get out of hand, and his sister finally saw the signs. They had an intervention, and Tomas went to rehab, covered by the VA. During his tenure there, his grandparents both passed away, leaving money and their home for their siblings.

With that money, Tomas used most of it to open Golden Hour Beach Bar while the rest bought a small house Downtown and a small beach house in Beach Front. Not a day goes by that he doesn't miss his grandparents. But he promised them he'd no longer use pharmaceutical pain killers and now uses medicinal remedies for the pain.

[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

In that au where Misako mistook the Darkley’s brochure to be for a reform school

Her messy office should be considered a villain by itself.

If only due to the fact half of the artifacts in their are very sentient and will gladly kill anyone who doesn’t respect them

The old Hypnobrai pendant said to curse its wearer with bad health was tamed by her polishing it and stroking it’s head just right

A Haunted kokeshi doll owned by the previous empress of Ninjago who was rumored to be a great evil under the layers of her kimono

Dusting the kokeshi and moving her around the office to see new places always makes it less likely to cause minor misfortunes like tea spills

Garmadon’s old helmet he wore while ruling the underworld

A still alive stone army bobble head who’s more of an aloof house cat/toddler at this point.

Who’s more likely to be drawing pictures or watching cartoons on the borgpad mini she got him

Mindroid eventually joins her artifact’s/messy office

Mindroid is feral and will just sit in the corner reading

Ok Headcanon accepted. Misako's office is ridiculous. I mean "Did you just decide to use this corner as the designated trash place instead of buy a trash can!?" bad.

The only reason she doesn't have an pest problems is because the junk is bigger and badder. There is an evil tablet hidden somewhere under a pile of paperwork that is being sated and kept from doing anything nefarious because it has and endless supply of bugs and rodents that keep trying to set up shop in the mess. Misako has no idea. There is a chair that kills anyone who sits in it. Not a problem because it's covered in textbooks Misako has had since the Serpentine War. There are literal gold coins in all the cushions and desk drawers. Very few date to the same era.

Once in a while, a thief gets the idea to raid her office for artifices and treasure. The thought gets abandoned quickly once they lay eyes on the mess. No power or wealth is worth sorting through that.

-Ivy

[genshinlover101]

Hello, can I make a headcanon request in a fluff mannee, and I hope this isn’t too specific? How would Kujou Sara, Raiden, and Ayaka react to, while visiting their Hydro Alchemist S/O, their S/O was working on a special potion. However, something goes wrong, and the S/O ends up tripping and the potion lands on them. In a puff of smoke, they end up trapped in a giant floating bubble (that’s breathable by the way), that they can’t pop. Their S/O starts to panic, as they didn’t mean for this to happen, however they calm them down from inside their floating bubble. So their S/O calms down, and tries figure out a way to pop their bubble, while they remain inside the bubble. Eventually, their S/O finds a way to pop their bubble, and frees them.

Hydro Alchemist x Sara, Raiden Shogun, Ayaka (Separate) 

Characters: Sara, Raiden Shogun, Ayaka

Warnings: none

A/n: I got you 😉 I literally haven’t encountered Sara or Raiden in game yet cause um... I’m still trying to mentally prepare myself for Ayaka’s dancing cutscene. I know all the spoilers though, but I’m sorry if my grasp on their personalities aren’t the best. 

Link to prt. 2

Even though her loyalties lied with the Shogun for saving her life, her love solely lies with you. She gets lonely easily so she visits you in your lab when she’s not on duty. 

You hear the confident clack of her sandals against the wooden floor, alerting you of your girlfriends arrival. You’re working on your newest potion, you wanted to mimic the bubbles made from those pesky hydro abyss mages. Your prototype was formulated around the basis of your own elemental powers from your vision.

“Come closer Sara, get a good look,” you mutter, focused on adding the final touch, hydro slime secretion to the vessel. Grabbing hold of the potion, with a swift turn, Sara was closer than you had anticipated. This caused the potion to fling out of your control and spilling all over her.

shit shit shit, you witness your girlfriend beautifully displayed in a bubble that you had made. She struggles to rip through it, almost like the bubble was on steroids. You were too panicked to do anything, so you just stood there in a daze.

“Hey, what’s in this potion...” Sara was agitated and her face stoic, you knew she was infuriated. She stopped struggling and floated peacefully. God, even though this situation was unwanted she was still absolutely stunning. “Are you listening to me?”

“Oh- um... Just some of my vision?” You say bashfully with a nervous smile. Her eyes bulged from her head as to say excuse me. “Don’t worry though, I’ll find a way to pop it.” You analyze the bubble, wanting to get a good feel of it before popping it. Sara observed you with pure calamity, her arms folded.

You went to a specific drawer across your lab and rambled through a bunch of junk. Here it is, you remember purchasing a wind catcher from a vendor in Mondstadt. making your way back to Sara, you unleash the ameno current. The pressure broke the bubble making Sara fall. You catch her vertically, squeezing her with her arms pinned by her waist so she couldn’t retaliate.

“Aha, Sara aren’t I a genius! Did you see that? The bubble worked perfectly. Hey deliver the prototypes to the Shogun for me yeah? We’ll catch visions faster this way.” All your exciting rambling made her calm down a little. She thought when you geeked out about your inventions it was adorable.

“Hey now, I’m not your little test subject,” She mocks. “I’m your girlfriend, don’t you dare do that again unless you want to die.” You place her back on her feet and give her a quick kiss, looking at each other with content. 

The Raiden Shogun didn’t like how far away your lab was, especially when she was busy 24/7 with her own operations. So she provided you with a whole lab for your alchemy for your birthday. She didn’t see how it opposed to her plans for eternity so what was the harm, besides most of your studies were beneficial to Inazuma's plans.

You were crushing up some dead ley line branch leaves in your mortar and pestle. You were so concentrated you didn’t realize your girlfriend, Ei, was right behind you trying to figure out what you were doing. She occasionally stepped out of her Plane of Euthymia to greet you even after not leaving after centuries. You made her feel confident and loved enough not to fade into the erosion she feared so much.

After dumping the fine dust into the flask, you turn around and splash. oh my-.

Ei opens her eyes after bracing herself and finds herself engulfed in a bubble, she analyzes her situation and attempts to break her self out. “I’m so sorry Ei, I didn’t see you, and-,” her silence scared you more, “This bubble is built to be stronger than abyss mage’s shields by ten fold. I’m not sure how to break you out yet, it’s just meant to be a prototype. Try using your Musou no Hit-.”

“I’m not using my Musou no Hitachi on a ridiculous bubble,” She interrupts.  “And don’t think about fetching Sara,” And she read you like a book. “I don’t want anyone else but you seeing me in this state.” You shuffle around her analyzing the bubble. besides the situation, the bubble was perfect and went according to your plans. Additionally, there was no way you could pop this bubble with your own hydro vision.

That’s right! you reached into your pocket to fetch a thick chunk of electro crystal. Placing it right up to the shield like bubble, you used your own vision to cause an elemental reaction activating a surge of electrical shocks. Confident that because an Abyss Mage shield meant to protect the inside contents, wouldn’t harm your girlfriend with the same electric currents made to break it.

After around five quick charges she gracefully fell on her feet. “Impressive right?” You smile cheekily, giving her a kiss on the cheek after wrapping your arms around her thin neck. You’d hope she wouldn’t punish you immediately, “We could use it to capture rogue vision holders??” You offer. She gives you a menacing glare and a tired sigh, debating if she should let you off the hook or end your life right now.

"Okay you’ve convinced me I guess... Only cause you’re cute.” She averts her gaze, clearly embarrassed by your antics.

“Pardon my intrusion,” Ayaka announces as she opens the dusty wooden door with the spare key you gave her. She looks around for a moment and finds you concentrated on smashing a varunada lazurite chunk into small dust particles to add to your concoction.

“Ah- just in time my love!” You smile. “Look I’m almost finished working on this new potion. It’s made to reflect the bubbles form Hydro Abyss Mages. Brilliant right?~”

Ayaka nods, pleased that you’re enjoying yourself. you enthusiastically rip the bottle off the stand containing the potion, and rush over to Ayaka. Suddenly, your foot get caught on a janky floor board and you fall dramatically. Oh my god your potion flies and hits Ayaka, shattering into pieces above her, as the liquid flows down it formulates giant water bubble encasing her. Luckily the shattered glass bounced right off the bubble, causing no harm to her.

Ayaka struggles against the walls of the bubble, she tries wiggling like how she normally does but it’s almost as if the bubble was more resilient than normal.

“Ohmygod ohmygod, Love I’m so sorry. Can you breathe?” You ask in a frenzy.

“Fortunately yes. It’s alright, no need to panic.” she reassured you. “At least the potion works hehe-“ she giggles awkwardly.

“That’s not the point, I don’t know what to do Ayaka- I’ve made the potion but no way to combat it…” you thought carefully while feeling the bubble from the outside. it felt liquid but solid at the same time, like a shield! You’ve got it. She floats to the edge of the bubble that you’re at, placing her hands on top of yours from the inside. She had to admit she was just a tiny bit worried.

You ran to the opposite side of the lab, from a closet you pull out an old sword that’s blade was snapped in half. “This is your former sword Ayaka. I’ve used some Fatui technology to make delusions and applied it to this, so it can make fraudulent Cryo elemental damage.” You figured you didn’t make an Abyss bubble, but a shield. You hope with your heart and soul that this works.

With the sword in hand, you strike the bubble and Ayaka cutely pops out. Acting quickly you the throw the sword to the floorboards and catch your girlfriend in your arms princess style. giving her a couple of twirls before letting her back on her feet.

You kept your hands on her slim waist, giggling together in celebration. She was such a cutie. “See I knew you could do it my little genius,” she wraps her arms around your neck and gives you smooch on the forehead.

“Maybe I should make more catastrophes happen if this is my reward,” You add.

[vikkirosko]

Can you do headcanons for dating the fanon version of bro (cares about Dave, stores weapons safely, not a complete douche ect) and co-parenting Dave?

Oh. It's fabulous. I like this request. I'm not sure that I was able to fulfill the request as you wanted, especially considering that initially I thought that Striders live about the same as in the canon, and with the advent of the Reader, their lives began to change. But I hope you will like the final result. If not, you can always write to me about it. I won't mind writing a different version of events

🧢Bro Strider x Reader co-parenting headcanons🗡

You and Bro have been in a relationship for quite a long time. You knew that he was raising his younger brother alone. And when he offered you to move into their apartment, you agreed. It was a new stage in your relationship. The only thing you were worried about was Dave. You didn't know how he would accept the fact of your living in their apartment

The apartment met you with silence. It was pretty cute there, if of course you ignore the large number of plush asses. Bro gave you a little tour and took you to his room, which will now be your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you managed to notice some movement. But you decided to deal with this later

You only met Dave when you decided to go cook dinner. As soon as you opened the refrigerator, you were abruptly pulled back. A fairly large number of cold weapons fell on the place where you were standing. You turned around, looking at your savior. It was a thirteen-year-old boy

"Um, hi, I'm (Y/N)..."

"Yo, I'm Dave"

You smiled gently. You didn't have much experience with children, but you wanted to try

"Listen, why do you have weapons in the refrigerator instead of food?"

Dave was just about to answer when he was interrupted by Bro, who appeared as if out of nowhere

"Because cold weapons must remain cold"

* Bro's words surprised you. Once again looking into the refrigerator, you realized that there really is no food there

"And what do you eat then?"

"We usually order food delivery"

"What?! No, it won't work that way"

You couldn't leave it like that. You couldn't let Bro and Dave continue to eat junk food. That's why you were going to the store, under the surprised looks of both Striders

You returned to the apartment with bags of groceries and immediately went to the kitchen. You removed the weapon from the refrigerator, put the food there, carefully put the weapon in the drawer, making a mental note that you will need to find a place where it will not harm anyone. After that, you started cooking

When you finished, you didn't have to call Bro and Dave for a long time. The three of you sat down at the table. You looked expectantly at the Striders, waiting for their verdict on dinner. Dave took a chance to try your cooking first. As soon as he swallowed a piece of food, he froze. You were already preparing for the worst, but Dave's words made you freeze

"Stay with us forever. It's not a pity to kill for such a yummy thing"

You smiled while Dave started eating. Bro joined the meal. Were you glad that they liked your cooking

"I'll cook something else tomorrow, so if you two want something specific, then tell me"

After dinner, you moved the weapon from the kitchen to your bedroom. When Bro saw this, he looked at you in surprise

"What are you doing?"

"I'm putting weapons away so that Dave doesn't get hurt"

Bro was surprised by your actions, but did not interfere

This is how your life began with Bro and Dave. You had to do a lot to make a habitable apartment out of the den of two bachelors. Washing mountains of laundry that was washed only when necessary. Cleaning of dangerous objects to a place where no one will get hurt because of them. Cleaning of the apartment as a whole. You spent a lot of effort on this, but you achieved the desired result

Communication with Dave was a separate important topic. You were concerned that the boy was not getting enough attention and care. Especially considering how cold and silent Bro was. You tried to communicate with Dave as much as possible, but trying not to push him at the same time. You were interested in his hobbies, his social circle, and the boy, who was not used to care and attention, began to reach out to you. He continued to wear the mask of an eternally calm and ironic guy, but he felt warm from sincere care

You saw that Bro was trying to be a good brother. He took care of Dave, though not openly. You assumed that Dave didn't know about this, given that the brothers ' relationship was strained

When one day Dave came all beaten up, your chest turned cold. You hurried to get a first-aid kit and, having seated the boy on the sofa, began treating his wounds. Dave said everything was fine, but you weren't going to listen to him. After treating the wounds, you asked what happened. The boy didn't want to talk, but the appearance of Bro gave answers to your questions

"Leave him alone, it was just a normal strife, nothing like that"

You froze. What? An ordinary strife? Is this a common thing for them? You couldn't believe it. You weren't going to leave it like that. I couldn't let Dave be constantly beaten up by his own brother

That same evening, when you and Bro were about to go to bed, you told him that you needed to talk

"Listen, I understand that you have your own parenting methods, but beating is not an option"

"It's good for him"

"Is it good for him? Are you serious? There is no living place on it"

"He can protect himself, I can't allow him to be beaten by the first freak from the street"

"But you forget that he is still a child. A child who needs care, understanding, and not just endless survival training"

You sat closer to him and put your arm around him, resting your head on his shoulder

"Listen, I understand that you want only the best for your brother. But he needs not only to be able to stand up for himself. He needs love and care. I want to help him. I want to help you both"

Bro sighed heavily and hugged you, then kissed you on the temple

"Okay, I'll try to be gentle with him"

You snuggled up to him and smiled

"Will you cook an orange pie tomorrow in honor of such an event?"

You laughed and kissed him

After your conversation, Dave's life has become better. The fights on the roof continued, but after them Dave did not feel like a piece of chipped meat. You took care of him. You started spending time like a real family. The three of you watched movies in the evenings, chatted about nothing. Dave told you about his best friend John, who lived in Seattle. He showed you his comic book. He opened up to you. And it made you happy

* Your relationship with Bro was also going pretty well. He tried to take care not only of Dave, but also of you. He often hugged. He showed tenderness. Every time you kissed in front of Dave, the boy grimaced and made a fake "ugh" sound and was indignant. Bro scoffed at his younger brother's behavior. You and Bro used those rare occasions when Dave wasn't home to spend time alone with each other. At such moments, you joked that you were like a married couple who wanted to have time to make love before the children returned from school. And, in fact, it was

Dave's birthday was approaching, and you decided to surprise him. It took some time to persuade Bro, but he still agreed to take part in your idea. A special guest was due to arrive for Dave's birthday. His best friend, with whom Dave can spend a few days. You were smiling while hugging Bro. In secret from him, you have prepared a surprise for him, because it just so happened that Dave's birthday and Bro's birthday were on the same day. You felt happy. You felt like you were part of a real family. And your happy life together was just beginning

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for the ask game: i would like some elwin headcanons please

A

Elwin, as well as having funky tunics, also wears funky socks. Shoes are a big no for him, so you'll see him walking in the hallway with neon pterodactyl socks on.

He loves sliding into rooms to make an entrance.

He has so. Many pairs of socks, so, so many. In fact, there's a betting pool at FoxFire to see which ones he's wearing. (Dex is usually the winner. That is, until Keefe goes to live with Elwin. After six days of in a row of correct guesses, he's kicked out.)

B

Elwin, along with collecting stuffed animals, has a huge collection of legos. He loves them so very much. He's one of the most exposed elves to human culture. He has a lot of knick knacks from all over the forbidden cities.

But. Back to legos.

He has the big sets. The small sets. But he has one proud accomplishment. He made a whole city out of legos. It isn't a practical city. There are weirdly shaped buildings made of saturated blues and yellows. He has lego men set in the weirdest of places.

He actually has a room dedicated to them. He has to warn people not to go in there, since there's a "bunch of extra junk" when in reality he doesn't want to risk anything being damaged.

C

Elwin never cries. Somehow, no matter the circumstances he can keep his emotions in. Ever since he was a kid, he'd never cry. Maybe it had to do with how he was raised. Maybe he'd learned that showing his feelings was a waste of precious time.

Because no matter what Elves thought,

Time was precious.

Because as he was learning, death was a lot more common than he had thought. But he wouldn't, couldn't show that this affected him. He just had to keep smiling. Keep laughing. Make sure that these poor kids, and families, and, well, people, could have a shoulder to lean on.

Because what else could he be if he wasn't healing someone?

No matter how many deaths on his conscious, he could keep the grief from showing.

He could keep the guilt away. He pushes it down and pretends that it isn't there because he needs to be there next time. Next time someone's hurt. When someone's dying. He'll save them. He has to.

or else- well he doesn't want to think about what else could happen.

D

Elwin is genderfluid and aro ace. He helped Keefe get through their gender breakdown, and helped them realize that they aren't alone.

He and Livvy tried dating but then they realized that the spark just wasn't there. They remain best friends to this day, and hang out to have tea every Thursday. (She's the only one who's seen his lego room.)

Elwin has also been to pride every year a couple of years, and has even brought along some of the kiddos to help them out. He's very out and doesn't hide it in the slightest.

He has both flags hanging on the wall in his office, and even keeps little pins for all of the Foxfire kids who come through.

Like a student will just say that they like his flag and he'll pull out a whole drawer and ask if they want one. He also has a bunch of motivational stickers and posters but that's not the point.

100% has the most accurate gaydar anyone has ever seen.

(The first time he met Tiergan he just. Silently slid a rainbow pin over the table without a word.)

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so I did one of these a couple months ago for Hawks, and now (thanks BNHA season 4 I guess) I’m doing  Aizawa Shouta headcanons/thoughts/scenarios too, so enjoy;

a lot of people think this, and sadly I do agree - due to his quirks side effects/long use, he has to have eye drops, but as it progresses his eyes keep getting worse. and worse. his eyesight is already getting blurry. 

his quirk also giving him headaches is another thought I’ve heard that I have to agree with. bitches don’t have a quirk like that, work full time, do paperwork, have an irregular sleep schedule, and deal with ‘problem children’ (Izuku I am looking at you) without developing chronic headaches. 

cats. we all agree that Aizawa + cats = yes. why? they’re a companion, and most of the time want to be near their ‘owner’’ while still being in their own space. they’re low maintenance (ie. bathe themselves). they sleep a lot. Aizawa likes them, not just because they’re cute, but because when he needs company but don’t want people, they’re the next best thing.

d a d z a w a ~ he adopts Eri and Shinsou and in my mind that is canon. (Izuku and Mirio are like the cool, fun cousins that the kids want over all the time, but you think are exhausing but you put up with it for a few hours ‘cause of the smile on your kid’s face). 

I have a feeling he doesn’t eat well. mostly because he doesn’t have time to cook proper meals, nor the time to eat them. though he does know large list of diverse and surprisingly healthy fast food places. on his wages he can afford it, and he knows he can’t just eat junk all the time. 

he has a number of the yellow sleeping bags. he rotates them out on a repeated cycle so that they get washed after a few weeks of use. they can smell musty if he doesn’t. no one has ever seen more than one at once. 

Hizashi takes him to karaoke. the first time it was just them both. then Nemuri joined. and then more. and more. though he doesn’t like singing, if it’s a small enough group with people he likes (not trusts, just likes) then he will. 

he has scarves. he’s very proud of the fact he has a whole drawer full of just scarves and the cats like sleeping in them. 

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