#FULL of headcanons bro

[nova-nove]

silly friendlocke moment

this is part of a bigger drawing that i didnt wanna fully make digital

so its just mikey deez because i wanted to make him my discord pfp lol

plus uhhhh gerber i guess

heres the digital one plus the original part of my drawing i used

[turtleblogatlast]

I like to think Mikey carries around so much random stuff in his shell that if you picked him up and shook him he’d rattle like a maraca.

[kindaasrikal]

Garmadon and Morro, and their unused dumbassery in the departed realm, part 5:

Part 4 - Part 6

*arguing with someone, maybe Chen*

Morro: yeah? Well why don’t you go SUCK MY-

Garmadon: *covers his mouth* he didn’t mean that.

Garmadon: Well, he did, and I share the sentiment, but in a more dignified manner.

Morro: Garmadon, what’s that.

Garmadon: what is what?

Morro: *pointing at the very fast flying object hurtling towards them.* that.

Garmadon: *turns around uninterestedly to see.* hm?-

Garmadon: *look up to see his father flying full speed ahead on top of a dragon, standing with a sign saying “WELCOME SON AND GRAND CHILD, WORDS WILL BE SHARED IN THE NEXT FEW SECONDS, BE PREPARED.” In bold.*

Garmadon: *blinks up at it*

Garmadon: *picks Morro up and makes a run for it* all of our mistakes hurtling towards us, child.

Morro:…why, is your father, the First Spinjitzu master, chasing us?

Garmadon: It’s punishment in the form of torture.

Fsm: *wishes to smother them* YOU CANNOT RUN, MY CHILDREN.

Garmadon: Morro, dear child, genuinely, what is wrong with you.

Morro: *standing being half alive half not (literally half alive half dead one side of his form has a body the other does not. You can see his insides.), glowing pink, and tied to a tree as he floats upwards. He has the most blank expression known to man.* I blame Wu, and only Wu.

Garmadon: He is not even dead.

Morro: yet.

Garmadon:….what did you do-

Garmadon: Morro.

Morro: mmshshh *laying face down on the ground, just cause he can*

Garmadon: No- Morro.

Morro: what? *muffled by the grass.*

Garmadon: Child, you had a bowl cut?

Morro: *shoots up* WHERE WHAT WHY HOW-

Morro: *having just entered the Departed realm, bumping into Garmadon for the first time since the other was chained up*

Garmadon: Morro, what a pleasure.

Morro: *jumps.* Garmadon, I see you made it out of-

Garmadon: *raises an eyebrow.*

Morro:

Morro:

Morro: ah

Morro: what…are you wearing?

Garmadon, who traded his clothes with Lloyd right before he left, as a last minute gift before they never see each other again: *scowls* it’s better than what you’re wearing.

Morro: I DIED IN THIS?-

Guys please im losing ideas i gotta scrounge up the worst ones imaginable in my head.

Anyways the Fsm defo jumped Garm and Morro, bullied them, and smothered them in love. He’s been lonely for the past few years. No i do not take criticism this is definitely the fsm.

I miss Morro. And Sensei Garmadon. I rlly want smth on these two.

[tornado1992]

Little four year old Tails fainting, Sonic takes him to the emergency room and they do some x rays and stuff and discover that he has internal damage in most of his abdominal organs besides some broken bones that never healed properly and Sonic feels so guilty because he thinks it’s because he’s been “dragging” Tails to fight Eggman alongside him. Tails tells him that he was in pain from a while back before he met Sonic and he thought it was normal because even if he was hurt being with Sonic made him feel so much better than he’s ever felt before so he thought he was already cured from whatever was wrong with him and the pain he always felt was just a permanent side effect.

[marclef]

Can you draw Fakino just being an annoying big blob that bothers Peppino while he’s cooking or sthm

PS: I’ll take the chance to say that I LOVE your art ! there’s something with how you draw your characters, the expressions and really unique to you and make your art very distinguishable :3 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

(AAAHHHH, well thank you!!! ❤❤ also so sorry i've taken so long to finish asks, i've been busy with a whole lot of stuff and it's hard to get drawing time in 😔 here are some sillies for you though, because Peppino probably has to deal with shit like this near-daily)

[aimedis]

darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.

"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.

"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."

marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.

they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)

(bonus !!)

imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

How I picture this conversation would go during the aftermath of the Brooklyn battle in the movie.

Context: *Mario and Luigi are sitting at the table in their families' apartment. Their mother and father listen in while Mario telling them the story, getting near the part of when the wedding took place*

M&L's father: "Wow! You guys went through so much in what, a day? I'm surprised you guys were still standing after all of that!"

Mario: "Yeah, getting that star definitely helped with our injuries. Especially with mine."

M&L's mother, putting a plate of hot food down in front of him: "Well, I'm just glad you boys are safe and sound. If I was there, I would have given that turtle man a piece of my mind for hurting you two."

Luigi: "I'm sure you would have, ma."

Mario: "No doubt about that. I feel like I'm forgetting something else that happened."

Luigi: "Oh yeah, I remember what you forgot. Mario had to put on a bear costume in order to save me."

Mario: 'blushes and coughs awkwardly while burying his head in his plate'.

M&L's Mom: "....he dressed as a bear?"

Luigi, nonchalantly while continuing to eat his food: "Yep. Looked all plush and cuddly, too."

Mario, glaring at him: "Lu..."

M&L's Father: "What? Why the heck did you have on a bear costume?"

Mario, through clenched teeth: "It was actually an animal called a tanooki, and it helped me save Luigi from certain death during the wedding."

M&L's mom: "Ooh! You guys were at a wedding? Was it lovely?"

Mario: "Well, we weren't invited per say. Luigi and the other captured prisoners were going to be sacrificed in "honor" for the wedding to commence, and I was fighting the Koopas in the kingdom below with DK. So, in order to get where they were, I had to get a power up that allowed me to fly up there just in time to save him."

Luigi, grinning smugly: "And he was this close to becoming the ring bear-er."

Mario: "Luigi, I swear..."

M&L's father: "What’s a ta-whoo-ki?"

Mario: "it's pronounced ta-noo-ki, dad, and it's a type of raccoon dog and -"

Luigi, without missing a beat: "And the only thing that he actually can live up to in his name now."

Mario: "Oh, will you SHUT IT?!?"

[goldenflurry]

A few silly doodles I’ve done recently

[p4nishers]

let me just say this: if crowley EVER makes an actual move on aziraphale and aziraphale gives even a HINT of reciprocation it's over for him in SECONDS bc u know aziraphale half asses nothing so it'll be like crowley tries to brush their fingers together and aziraphale fully beams at him and interlocks their fingers in seconds. crowley stares speechlessly at their hands for 5 minutes, looks up at aziraphale and faints. crowley gets aziraphale flowers and aziraphale puts them in the very center of his shop where everyone can see and keeps them alive for months. crowley fights a giggle every time he sees them. crowley offers his jacket on a cold night and aziraphale wears the jacket everywhere for weeks and gushes about it to everyone he meets. crowley chokes on his breath every meeting aziraphale is in it without fail. crowley slyly asks aziraphale on an actual romantic date and aziraphale SLAMS down their wedding invitations infort him of like "im so glad u asked, dear, i've been waiting for this" then launches into a rant about flower arrangements and table cloth colors and crowley is left blinking at him and trying not to explode. poor snake.

[pianokantzart]

By The Numbers (Pt. 2)

Luigi hoped to use one of his own special talents to give the Super Mario Bros. Plumbing company the leg-up it needed to succeed. But as usual, for all his good intentions, the younger of The Mario Brothers finds himself in over his head.

Part one: X Part three: X

Also available on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52624285/chapters/133658035#workskin

______________

Once more, Luigi’s eyes darted around in search of his brother. In the half-second it took for him to remember he was alone, his mind clung to Mario's name and face, and held to it like it was the only thing that existed in the world. He remembered when he was smaller, shuddering at everything from leashed dogs, to rumbling thunder, to overzealous distant relatives. He would clutch at his brother’s hand and press close, and Mario would smile at him with a big grin, full of holes from all the baby teeth they worked together to knock free.

“I got ya’!” That was what he’d usually say, taking on the intonation of one of the many superheroes he loved to watch on TV, beaming with pride in his own bravery.

He grew braver as they grew older, while Luigi merely found new methods of holding himself together. The words “sensitive” turned into less forgiving words: sap, sissy, pushover, wuss, crybaby.

In fifth grade, he and his brother stumbled home from school covered in bruises for the first time. That was when their dad first taught them to throw a punch. 

As obedient and attentive as Luigi was, Mario was far more eager to put the newfound knowledge into practice, and practice he did… over and over and over. If ever some inflated ego leapt upon Luigi’s meekness like a shark smelling blood in the water, Mario came out swinging. ___ Luigi barely kept his footing as he was thrust into a barely lit corridor deep within the subway, all but abandoned and perfectly empty in the early morning hours. His freedom was short lived. The moment he tried to retreat the ringleader took hold of him once more, one hand snatching his shirt collar as the other seized his sleeve. In a sleight of hand trick that, in any other circumstance, Luigi would have admired, the man pulled an ace of clubs from Luigi’s wrist cuff. “See?” Warren said, waving the card toward his three companions, “Told’ ya he cheated.” Warren. That was his name… the large man with the golden lapel pin; bad at poker, good at sleight of hand. Luigi had managed to overhear some of the muttered conversations while he was dragged away. The three others– who had thus far gone nameless– were uninvolved in last night’s gambling, but interested in helping Warren “settle the score.”

At once, the three were upon Luigi, tugging at his clothes in search of more hidden aces. “Wait! W-ait!” Luigi tried to argue, his voice hitching on every yank and shove, “The dealer would’ve noticed if I had played any extra caRDS-” A vicious tug on his vest broke off his sentence and one of his little golden buttons. Luigi bent down and tried to retrieve it from the ground, but before he could his left sleeve was gripped, yanked, and ripped along the length of the cuff, nearly dislocating Luigi's arm in the process “Ow! A-and even if he didn’t!” Luigi continued, trying in vain to guard his suit from further damage, “There were cameras on us the whole time! Surely someone would’ve noticed if– hey!” Luigi’s argument was halted when his hat was snatched from his head. He instinctively lurched to grab it back, but the two men on either side of him held tight to his shoulders while the third nameless thug turned the green cap inside out, gripped the inner lining, and began to rip it away, much to Luigi’s horror.

“No! Don’t! Not the hat! My Mom made that for me!” This sentiment caused all four confronters to erupt into gales of laughter, forgetting their fruitless search in order to mockingly yank at Luigi’s cheeks and ruffle his hair.

“Awe, his mom made that for him!” “Oh no! Did you hear that? Not his mom!” “Awe, is Mommy dearest going to chew you out?”

Luigi’s breath quickened. His cheeks turned red and hot as a tiny ember of anger flared up amidst his panic. Teeth grit, he redoubled his efforts to escape, yanking with all his might against his captors to the point that one of them was nearly knocked off his feet.

He was on the verge of wrenching a limb free when Warren, who had mostly stayed off to the side during the ordeal, charged him.

The plumber hardly had time to see the danger coming when a ham-sized fist slammed into his stomach, calloused knuckles blunted with golden rings knocking the fight clean out of him in one fierce, world-shattering blow.

‘Oh, he definitely has boxing experience’ drifted through Luigi’s mind in a moment of disconnect before the pain of the impact crumpled him to the ground, gagging and coughing, desperate to both reintroduce air to his lungs and keep dinner in his concussed stomach.

___

By ninth grade, their father was reconsidering the lessons he’d taught when Mario came home with a black eye and disciplinary note curled up in his raw fist. A classmate had shoved Luigi into a locker hard enough to send him to the ground in a mess of books and papers. Mario, predictably, leapt upon the bully like an angry cougar.

“Have you lost your mind? Did you think for even a second before doing anything?” Luigi heard his fathers frustrated voice through the thin wall of their home. Pressing his ear up against the wallpaper, he heard his brother respond, equal in tone and volume.

“I was just trying to protect him.” “Stop using him as an excuse! Luigi’s never gonna stand up for himself if you do all the standing up for him.” “He shouldn’t have to!” “Look at yourself, Mario! You're gonna get torn apart if you try to be his shield your entire life.” Things fell quiet for a moment. Their Dad was the first to break the silence, now speaking far more calmly as Luigi heard the disciplinary note crinkle in his hands.

“A week of out-of-school suspension won’t look good on any college application, but short-term it’s probably for the best. Luigi needs to learn to fight his own battles, and you need to learn to control yourself.” Stepping back from the wall, Luigi sat down and thought it over, letting the guilt swim deep inside his stomach as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He wanted to do better. He intended to do better. He imagined a week where he stood firm, bracing against stray shoves and kicks with raised fists and an unwavering glare, the way his brother did. Be a man for once.

He didn’t, of course. He spent the next seven days on high alert, keeping his head down and his mouth shut, careful to avoid any hallway where danger lurked, spending lunch hours helping teachers shelve books and clean erasers. When the bell rang he dove into the center of his throng of peers to stay carefully hidden from view until he made it to the little light post right outside of school grounds, where his brother stood waiting for him at the end of every day so they could walk home together.

"So, what happened today?" Mario asked, eager to keep a tally of whoever needed to face justice when he returned to school. Luigi shrugged. "Nothing," he said, quietly and truthfully, eyes fixed to the sky overhead.

___

“Did you hear what I said?” Luigi felt his hat returned to his head and shoved over eyes by the same large hand that knocked him to the ground. “What did you do with my money?”

“Put- … put it away.” Luigi wheezed, grasping to create some sort of response as he still reeled from pain and fear. The few words he could whisper out proved coherent enough for Warren.

“Should’ve figured. A guy as smart as you knows not to carry that much cash around, huh?”

Luigi let out an audible whimper. Scattered laughter rippled through the nameless three before Warren continued. “I’m sure you won’t mind accompanying us to the nearest ATM? Get me my cash back, plus a bit of interest for all the trouble you’ve caused. Sound fair?”

Luigi felt something ice cold and agonizingly sharp pressing up against the side of his neck. He couldn’t see it, his hat was still held firmly over his eyes, but he had a guess about what it was. Message received: this was not a discussion.

“Sounds f-fair.”

And with that, a half-dozen hands laid hold of him and yanked him to his feet. Once more he was dragged away, ushered hurriedly through the lighted subway tunnels and up the stairwell to the city streets above. For a moment, Luigi felt a glimmer of hope that he might encounter a police officer on patrol, or find some opportunity to break away from his captors in a crowded location, where they wouldn’t dare attack him so boldly or make good on that knife’s silent threat. But it was still early morning, and though it was the city that never slept there were small dingy back alleys that wasted away in uneasy slumber, where any desperate screams would be met with turned heads and shuttered windows.

___

By twelfth grade, Mario had better control of his impulses, no longer jumping fences, climbing scaffolding or starting fights, no matter how noble the reasons. If he or Luigi suffered a particularly cruel offense settling the score was reserved for outside of school property, where fewer and fewer had the gall to actually face Mario man-to-man. As much as he looked like a thirteen year old with a mustache, he hit like an oncoming train, and did not know when to back down.

Given his behavioral record and mediocre grades, Mario’s batting average had been his best hope for getting into college, but in truth he had no interest in it. A scholarship was beyond his grasp, and coming from a blue collar family he felt he belonged there, and was excited to take part.

He liked working with his hands. He like working with people, staying active and solving problems. He didn’t want to be the brains behind any operation, he wanted to be on site doing the heavy lifting. It was no mystery to anyone what trade most captured his interest. Mario was already tearing through instruction videos and old manuals about waterworks and pipe repair. It had reached a point that family and neighbors didn’t even need to call in a professional whenever the toilet got stopped up or the bathroom sink sprung a link. He seemed to have a real knack for plumbing, and every time, Luigi was there to hand him whatever tools he needed.

“There’s a new business that just opened up.” Uncle Arthur said one night at the dinner table. He slid two bright blue business cards across the table toward Mario and Luigi that sported a “Wrecking Crew” logo and a phone number. “They specialize in small-scale demolition, but they do construction too. They’re in dire need of workers, so I don’t think they'll think twice if you ask to apprentice under whatever plumbers they’ve got on hand. Keep at it, and after you two get licensed and rise in the ranks, you can make up to eighty grand annually.”

“Now hold on, we all know what Mario's big life goals are. What about this guy?” Uncle Tony chimed in, elbowing Luigi so hard he nearly choked on his lasagna.

When Luigi recovered from a coughing fit, he found all the eyes of the dinner table upon him. He coughed a little longer to buy himself time to think, embarrassed to admit hadn’t seriously considered it. Of course, it had crossed his mind now and again. It was all anyone talked about at school: graduation and plans for the future. But Luigi did not care what he did for a living, just so long as it paid a decent wage and gave decent hours, allowing him time to do his chores and tend to his hobbies. He was not a man of wild goals or lofty aspirations, he simply wanted to earn his keep, live his life, and be with his brother.

“That’s good money!” Luigi agreed, picking up the business card and looking it over, “I’m interested if Mario’s interested.”

“Interested!? Ha! Just wait Lu!” Mario exclaimed, talking with a mouth still half-full of salad in his excitement, “When we’re done, there won’t be a single slow drain or leaky pipe anywhere from Brooklyn to Queens!”

Luigi smiled wide. Mario’s adoration of what everyone else considered “mundane” was infectious. Where one saw a job, he always saw an opportunity to change the world for the better– to be a hero in what little ways he could. “I’ve got ya’!” Luigi exclaimed, reaching out for a fist bump that Mario eagerly returned, “Nobody stands a chance against The Super Mario Brothers!”

___

Behind a poorly lit gas station was an ATM machine, glowing gloomily just off from the alleyway that separated a derelict motel from a liquor store. Luigi was escorted into the presence of the screen’s eerie glow where bold white letters read PLEASE INSERT YOUR CARD across the smudged screen. He breathed a quivering sigh and tried to pull himself together, attempting to look on the bright side.

Easy come, easy go. For all he’d earned, it was only one night’s work. It was one very lucky night’s work, but he couldn’t expect that sort of good luck not to come with a retributive flash of bad luck to balance out the universe. Maybe he could keep just enough in his bank account to get his clothes fixed.

He reached into his vest for his debit card… … and his fingers slipped their way through a giant hole, where the seam at the bottom of the pocket had been ripped completely, no doubt the victim of the aggressive treatment his clothes received in the abandoned subway station.

He swallowed, and hoped with all his heart he misremembered. He checked his other vest pocket and his pants, growing more and more anxious as the men around him grew irritated.

“Looks like someone’s trying to buy himself some time.” Warren muttered with a tone in which Luigi could practically felt that blade being unsheathed.

“I’m not! My c-card! You… l must’ve dropped it!” He let out a stressed chuckle while keeping his eyes on the ATM screen.

PLEASE INSERT YOUR CARD 

His hands went back through his empty pockets a second time as he felt the four closing in. The world spun and blurred as he tried to figure out his next move and calculate the odds. What could he say? What could he do? What was the likelihood Warren would make good on his threat? How many people had been killed for less? How many had he killed for less?

“Luigi!”

At first, Luigi thought the voice was nothing more than his imagination, but his captors perked up and turned to the source of the sound, so Luigi could not help but turn too.

His heart leapt and dropped in a conflicted dance of excitement and terror. There, standing on the darkened street corner, was a very angry looking Mario.

[nikikikiko]

bc of my maka nightcore post ive been thinking a lot abt what music the characters would like and i am convinced ive figured it out… sorta.

soul & tsubaki like jazz and i refuse to change that, they are THE jazz for your soul meme, but soul also really likes just about anything so maka is thoroughly SHOCKED he cannot handle something like nightcore

Tsubaki also loves her vocaloid music. she’s a proud hatsune miku supporter and has dragged blackstar down into hatsune hell with her. i imagine vocaloid is what they play for group study sessions when they need music

I like to think Blackstar talks big but his music is actually full of j-pop , musical theatre , and a hint of whatever else everyone else listens to. His playlist is potentially the scariest of everyones bc there is a high chance this guy listen’s to never gonna give you up unironically and this time is the peak of rickrolling so watch ur Back.

Patty is a huge supporter of death metal and rock. On the other hand, she too is a nightcore fan but only nightcore of my little pony friendship is magic songs. somehow that feels right

Liz and Kid actually uhm share a music taste they share rap, lotus juice and some pop. they also generally r easily going to cry at movie instrumentals bc they r SO PRETTY (and who can BLAME them???)

crona nightcore supporter but like also supporter of the fucked up vocaloid songs. like yk the ones that kikuo makes or okaa-san and what not. but maka has definitely converted crona into how to be a heartbreaker nightcore superiority and it has tainted how crona learns how to enjoy pop music now (soul is DYING in the background)

is this real no is it my headcanons now yes

[skyblueartt]

Me YAPPING about some guy (William🤨) again

Me writing a multiple page essay with cited sources (source: trust me bro) about how I genuinely believe that William Afton loved his children ( no he was not the world’s best dad) but Evan’s death sent him into a fucking SPIRAL, shattered his relationship with Michael (I feel like this is where bad dad Will could come in for sure…), but even with their rocky dynamic since Evan’s passing, his loves his dear Elizabeth and would just go insane if he ever lost her too. :) wouldn’t that be terrible.

Personally (this is just me!) I have never vibed with Will being an abusive father. He SUCKS and I want to boil him alive, I get it, but I like to think he’s a very complicated character. I LOVE the “grieving father went insane” viewpoint and I’m running with that, babyyyyy. I like to even imagine that him and Mike were close until ✨the incident✨. And yeah, definitely not the best father there ever was lmaooo. And after Evan dies it gets so much worse (alcohol, not wanting to get out of bed, blaming Michael, etc etc etc). But BEFORE that?!!!?? Bitch give me dad William Afton (pre Evan’s death), I don’t care how terrible and irredeemable and deplorable he becomes in the future. GIVE ME HIM BEING A CARING PARENT IN THE PAST😭😭😭 give me William going to Michael’s sports games, or letting Elizabeth sloppily paint his nails, or playing along with Evan using his lil fredbear plushie when he’s scared. William why did you have to become evil you bitch. You coulDVE BEEN A GOOD DAD!!!!! Screams

Anyways. This just stems from my fave “the villain loving their family” trope 🫡 I could write about these fake ppl all day if somebody let me

[gingergari]

winter fun is not forever 💔

companion/sequel post to this

[spilledmilkfkdies]

INDIVIDUAL WIZARD HEADCANONS (4 / 4)

『 OGRON 』

-) Despite his somewhat cold upbringing he absolutely loves mundane activities with the people he considers his family these days and will schedule things such as movie or game nights every once in a while, under the guise of it being a teambuilding thing. If you consider scrabble teambuilding, sure. Will still pretend he's forced to be there though, especially if an activity is planned by someone else.

-) The amount of assassination attempts this man has survived is almost comical. A compilation of them would still take up an hour or two. He progressively became less phased by them as they went on as well, reacting with a mere sigh to the last few.

-) Horses are his favorite animal with cats a close second, but if he spots a horse and a cat next to each other, you bet the horse has his full attention. Knows how to care for them because his family owned a couple of horses themselves back in the day, his favorite one being his mother's. Ogron didn't learn how to ride one himself until a couple years after he left home.

-) Vain. So very vain. His hair routine takes forever and his skincare even longer. Buttering his pale ass up is unironically one of the quickest ways to get to him. In whatever way. Unfortunately the nature of his magic causes physical distortion to happen more quickly, so he gets fixed up the most frequently.

-) Cannot handle spicy food. It will make him go as red as his hair, cry real tears, no longer be able to breathe through his nose, it's awful. Has threatened people over this and consumed SO much milk. Most lactose tolerant person on the planet.

-) His father's side of the family used to consist of noble and high-ranking magic users, but they all began seeking out human partners to dilute the magical bloodline due to. Prior agreements. With certain "people". Ogron himself would've been forced to marry a human as well, but obviously chose to make an attempt at saving what little remained of the ancient magic roots in his blood instead.

[eggyolkguzzler]

Do you have a middle name Lexy?

Something like, Alejandro Diego Mullner Fernandez de Garcia ?

PFFFT! Ha! Not exactly... My full name is Alexander Josh Mullner.

Sorry if it's not as cool as you were expecting.

[active-mind-15]

Accidental Siblings AU Headcanon #2

[Ramblings related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

Just thinking about my Accidental Siblings fic, and I have this headcanon that Bokushi, despite detesting being on the receiving end of babying of any kind, is still very clingy to Seijuro because he's so used to sharing a body with him that he doesn't like the way it feels when they're apart.

So, like, if Seijuro were to talk to him as if he were a child, he would face Bokushi's wrath. But Seijuro has full freedom to put Bokushi in his lap, hold his hand, and carry him in his arms. Pretty much any type of skinship short of kisses is perfectly fine to Bokushi and, to an extent, is something he craves (only Mibuchi has kissing privileges x).

The thing is, Bokushi is bad at voicing things like this, so he'll never outright say he wants a hug or something. He'll kinda just walk up to Seijuro, look at him a certain way, and hope he takes the hint. Luckily for him, Seijuro is very perceptive, so he never has to worry about Seijuro not understanding what he wants, and Seijuro doesn't tease him for it, either. If he sees Bokushi wanting to cling to him, then he lets Bokushi cling without another word.

At first, Bokushi would only display this type of behavior if it was just him and Seijuro alone, but over time, he gets more comfortable being clingy wherever they happen to be. If they're out in town and Bokushi is tired of walking? No matter, he will simply turn to Seijuro and let himself be lifted into his arms.

If Bokushi is relaxed enough, he'll fall asleep, which Seijuro is secretly SO fond of because that means Bokushi trusts him to keep him safe and secure. Like, he'll feel the way Bokushi goes lax against him, and he just gets this overwhelming urge to protect. He very much loves being a big bro.

Anyway, I just wanted to put this out there because I had so much brainrot regarding this fic of mine that I just had to release it from the dungeons of my mind.