#Headcanons to dabbles

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyy!! Uhm, I don’t really know if it’s okay to request this for the drabble event since it’s in the latest season of Demon Slayer- if it is, I hope you can accept my request. If not, feel free to ignore this request!

When muichiro regains his memory and is back to his old self, acting like an actual teenager, he likes teasing Romantic!Reader for fun, exploiting every weakness he finds in his s/o hehehe preferably with tickles pls

Awwww! I love this so much jarjkaekjrejkarj Muichiro is a dollbaby- he deserves only the world! I've gotcha covered, anon!

“Eeh! Stop!” You cried, leaning away when he poked your hip.

“Why? Are you ticklish?” He poked you again, giggling when you swatted at his hand halfheartedly. “I didn’t know this- did I forget or were you always this sensitive?”

“Shush! I’m trying to make the pla-ahahne!” You yelped when he poked you again, this time in the waist. “It’s gonna be croohohoked!”

“That’s fine. Means I’ll win.” Poke poke poke. Each jab and prod made you giggle and twitch, the plane in your hands getting more and more wrinkly. 

“Thihihis is cheheahhaating!” You cried, reaching out and poking him back. To your delight, he yelped and flinched, surprised at his own ticklishness. “Oh you’re ticklish too? Bring it on!”

“Oh I will!” He dropped his own plane and began poking you right back, laughing as you giggled and squirmed. A battle commenced, the two of you abandoning your projects as you jabbed at each other's torsos. He managed to land a solid prod at a particularly bad spot- making you squeal and fall back.

“Gotcha!” He quickly clambered on top of you, scratching at the spot with all ten fingers. You squealed and writhed, kicking your feet and throwing your head back as you burst into laughter.

“Muhuuhuuhichihihihro noohohohoho! Aheahahhahaha, it’s nohohohohot fahhahahahir!” You tried to get him back, squeezing at his sides and making him twitch. Alas- his Hashira training overruled whatever rank you were- leaving you basically defenseless. “Gehahahahhaa cohoohohme ohohohohn! Leheheheht mehehehe up!”

“No way! You’re so cute like this.” He teased, drinking in your smile. “I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a while; I want to take my time.”

“Ohoohohoh I sehehehee hoohohow it is! Whehehell- thahahake this!” You brought your legs up, wrapping them around his waist and twisting. A power move you learned from Shinobu- you were able to pin him on his back. “Thehehere!”

Muichiro blinked, slightly dazed. Then he was laughing, open and freely and happy. “Yohohou did! That was cool- teach me!”

You stared, then you were laughing too, leaning down and hugging him close as the two of you giggled yourselves silly. “I wihihill! I’ll shohohoohw you laahhahater.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

[matrixriot]

ok i know everyone's always like "bakugou is so the weeknd coded" or "bakugou def listens to pierce the veil".

however.

i like to headcannon that katsuki bakugou is actually a freaking classical music nerd.

before you start throwing tomatoes at me, i always imagine this little scenario:

katsuki bakugou is in his room, tensely studying (prob using flash cards because nerd), when all of a sudden, denki bursts into his dorm room.

"hey bakugou!! we're all hanging out for lunch today!"

...

"bakugou? can you hear me?"

katsuki sits in focus, his large noise cancelling headphones doing their job by cancelling out denki's voice.

when all of a sudden, denki sneaks up on bakugou and snatches the headphones right off his head. denki puts the headphones on his own head and starts listening, only to say...

"wow bakubro, i didnt know you were into... ballerina music?"

katsuki stands up and slams his hands onto his desk. he grabs denki by the collar, grabbing the headphones, and puts them back on.

he yells at denki,

"THIS IS VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS CONCERTO IN G MINOR DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM"

ok end scene this was a really stupid thought and i def couldve written this better but

[togament]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢. ʚ𖦹ɞ

૮ . . ྀིა⁩

[legendofzoodles]

Legend's hair across @linkeduniverse

I think this change happens over only a few days and he was in rabbit form for an afternoon. I would suggest Twilight's marks were once like that too, but considering he was in wolf form for days if not weeks at the start of his adventure and how often he switches form now his marks are essentially permanent. Even if he swore to never transform again.

[yeagrave]

hi op….i ADORE ur art & perchance would u ever drop some hangster cooking together sketches …. 🫶🫶🫶

cooking together (sort of...)<33

[mackenziebrooks]

Genya and Sanemi Dabble

Mentions of :oral sex, female receiving, nipples being pinched, Genya called Master.

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It wasn’t quite clear to you when both Shinaguzawa brothers said they wanted you. Sure you loved both boys in different ways but for you it was hard. So when Genya and Sanemi both come into your room to talk to you, it was clear they wanted to share you. Before you could even react, Sanemi had already captured his lips with yours, kissing you hard and long enough to slip his tongue into your mouth. Genya, couldn’t help himself and started to pull your shorts and panties down. His older brother maybe a Hashira, but Genya was going to be the first to taste how good you actually were. You turn your head to look at Genya when you felt his tongue flick your clit. Yet it didn’t last long when Sanemi grabbed your jaw and made you look back at him. “Keep your eyes on me princess, Genya isn’t the only one in control here” he growls.

“Shit Nemi, she kinda got more wet from when you did that to her” Genya smirked as he shoved his tongue into your warm cunt. Sanemi grins and couldn’t help but guide you to lay on your back. “Have to let master enjoy his meal kitty, don’t want to upset us do you?” He said as he pinched your nipples. Making you let out a sharp moan.

This was going to be interesting night you thought.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son” 

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic” 

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not” 

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house 

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet 

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like 

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood 

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls 

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable 

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house 

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare 

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything 

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital 

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona 

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it” 

So Bal used him like a test dummy 

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied 

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food 

And it was good 

More than good I was fucking amazing 

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband” 

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

[procrastinatingrockstar]

Wyllstarion sun and moon symbolism, but Astarion is the sun and Wyll is the moon.

Astarion as an eclipsed sun, radiant, blinding, and hidden in darkness. People who marvel at the sight of him are harmed and blinded.

Wyll as the harvest moon, warm, abundant, and crimson red. He guides in the darkness for the sake of others, even if it means he must shine longer than others are expected in the cold night.

And then they kiss.

[jewelulu]

Jewel: *trying to figure out how to get to an exit on the mall map after Floyd got them lost* the faster I figure this out the faster we can go home.

Floyd: what am I supposed to do

Jewel: FLOYD go for a walk or something

Floyd: by myself

Jewel: yes.

Floyd: really? Where?

Jewel: ANYWHERE

Floyd: can I go that way

Jewel: yes… okay.

Floyd: *walking the opposite way of where he pointed*

Jewel: don’t go far

Floyd: OKAY

[giggly-squiggily]

Mha headcanon to drabble

Shoji has meeannn tickle nibbles.

(Headcanons to Dabbles: OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

I am but a simple woman; I see Shoji- I scream. I see opportunity for Lee!Tokoyami- I scream some more. I see opportunity for some TokoSho and think to myself: what the fuck-what a wonderful HC this is! Friend- I've gotcha covered! :D

“I’m hungry for some chicken.”

“What-” Tokoyami blinked, starting to turn towards the other, but a small nip to the back of his neck made him jerk and squeak. “Shoji!”

“What? It’s not me- it’s them.” The other boy grinned behind his mask, darting his eyes at the tentacles growing out of his left side. “I don’t know what they’re thinking. It’s like you and Dark Shadow.”

“It’s absolutely not th-Ahahaht! Cehahhahse this beehheheahvior!” Tokoyami squirmed as more tentacles surrounded him, gently nipping at his neck and sides. They weren’t painful- he knew no bruises would come from them. They were just so tickly! “Shohohoohji!”

“Like I said, I can’t. Though chicken does sound good right now.” He creeped forward, gently gathering Tokoyami from behind to hold him in place, his limbs carrying on their tickles. “Or perhaps…raven?”

“Yohohohou’re so strahhahange! Gehahahaha, lehehehet me goohoohoho! Chiiiiirp chiiirp! Gehahaha nohoho! Nohohoh thehehehehehre!” Soft clicking sounds radiated from the bird student as he kicked and wiggled, blushing fiercely beneath his feathery face. “Shohohohohji, pelahaahahse! Chiiiiiiiirp!”

“Wow- your musical today. It must really tickle.” One of the tentacle mouths said with a snicker, nuzzling Tokoyami’s chin.

“He’s so cute! Check this out!” One by his side called, taking a breath and blowing a massive raspberry against the cloth, making him squawk and cackle. “Tickle tickle, Fum!”

“Shoohohoohji! Chiiirp Cahhahahall thehehehem oohohohoff! Aheahahhaha chiiirp Mehehhehrcy!” The smaller boy cackled out, feeling his lungs pinching from the lack of oxygen. “Pleahahhahahse!”

“Hmm..okay.” Shoji stopped, pulling his limbs back but keeping the other trapped in his webbed embrace. “Thank you for the meal.”

“Eheheh..hehehehe..yohohou’re indehhshsescriably devious.” The smaller boy groaned, fussy as Shoji gave him a gentle squeeze. “Truly diabolical.”

“And yet you let me do it.” Shoji pointed out, feeling Tokoyami ruffle.

“Yes..yes I did. You know- I’m suddenly peckish. Dark Shadow- how about some Takoyaki for lunch?”

“Oo!”

“Huh- oh no, don’t you da-AHhahahhahhahahhare!” Shoji squeaked and flopped back as he was attacked, dark shadow and Tokoyami pinning him with ease as they scratched and prodded at his ticklish spots. “Iihihihm sohohoohrry, I’m sahahhhhaharry!”

“So glad to hear it. Now- let me enjoy my feast.”

[moonspirit]

Ok, since we are talking about toxic aruani:

Babytrapper Armin, who so so desperately wants to make sure that annie is forever and always by his side because she makes him feel finally good enough. Babytrapper armin who needs someone to need him, so he does the one thing that forever ties one person to another

(He would never do this but since we are on the subject… xD)

[N/SFW]

Boi.

Basically Manipulative!Armin with a breeding kink(?) xD

That's quite dark, but interesting! In such a scenario he'd want to tie Annie down with a child because then she's less likely to just up and leave him? Especially for the baby's sake, because the child would need a father and mother. Would Annie really want to give the child a broken home? Would she want to make him/her fatherless? Would she be happy watching her child grow up struggling to form connections because his/her parents have a destroyed relationship? Would she really want to make her child shuttle between home to home?

No? Then please, Annie. You have to stay.

And that results in her never being able to leave him, giving him exactly what he wants - her always by her side.

[beybuniki]

one thing i noticed (form personal experience and by observing other artists) is that the longer you draw and create, the more boring it gets to simply replicate references, especially when it comes to characers' fashion choices.

with bnha, i keep mine pretty simple and basic because teens ARE very trend-loyal, but mainly im just lazy lol, but when i AM motivated, i love to think about characters' personal style, what could influence them, but also more trivial things such as budget into account, which is why i love to draw Deku in basic tees or clothes provided by his school (while bakugo gets to wear ed hardy and shoto wears arcteryx). i also love to limit the items like its just more realistic to me when someone as ordinary as deku wears the same 5 crewnecks all the time

which brings me to my actual point, namely that the more frequently you draw, the more you learn to do research andto combine your findings into sth new rather than staying faithful to one reference, and i think that's what makes good art so good, being able to draw inspiratioin from all kinds of niches and creating something that feels very authentic and suspends the spectator's disbelief. sometimes i see art and i know exactly which fashion editorial or which kpop idol was referenced, and I'm not insinuating these are bad things i do that too (less frequently now but i sure did!), my point is it's kind of nice to see how ALL artist start out with rather derivative art but eventually move on to create more authentic art that is less about drawing beautiful and perfect people and more about trying to individualize them and that ALSO means giving them weird clothes, scars, asymmetric eyes, a receding hairline etc. like drawing the same beautiful character 200 times gets so boring and it's just more fun to try and make them a bit more human

[madeholyy]

you choke on your words, but you swallow them faster ; leon kennedy / reader

you had always been afraid of the dark

[ requited love, yearning, hurt/comfort]

You had always been afraid of the dark. Of how it swallowed everything whole like a starving wolf. Your mother always told you that Boogeyman didn’t exist, but he didn’t have to. They ask you how it feels to be so brave. It hurts, it hurts. Because you weren’t brave, it was a facade you wore like a prayer. What was a girl to a God? A sacrificial lamb, a beautiful martyr. He, ever so unkind, left you to rot in the dark each time it nipped at your heels like a herding dog. Your girlhood died where the moon’s illuminating stream of light met taunting shadow. Your place in the world was fragile at best and carnivorous at worst. Or perhaps that was your pessimism hanging off your shoulders worn like a cloak. Cynicism you kept locked away deep inside the barren cavity of your chest as if it was the only thing holding you together. Has fear made you a harsh critic? You had always been hungry for the mundane, the average; a sense of normalcy.

You wished to be ruthless like Persephone, but you were much too soft. The Underworld was not your home; you had lost that long ago. Your mother wove kindness into you and your father his tenderness.

But this wasn’t about the way you were enlaced with benignity to the marrow of your bone. It was about the way your thoughts consume you and steal from you. The way the ocean churned and crashed against the rocks below steep cliff sides.  And how you wished you bled ichor when God gutted you open from navel to throat like your intestines ached for breath. The lingering pieces of girlhood clinging to your person for life and finding none. You were the embodiment of tragedy crafted by human hands; a byproduct of what happens when someone takes what doesn’t belong to them. 

Leon was not unlike you. Perhaps that is what attracted you to him in the first place. He was tenderness veiled beneath bruises— oh, how vibrantly black and blue— not even time could heal. Your wounds sung a similar tune, fitting together like a puzzle. The current he pulled you in with was inescapable, but you hardly wanted to call for help from the shore. Especially not when those impeccable blue eyes held your gaze with such intensity. His stare beheld a harsh winter, but summer peeked out from behind dark pupils with all the warmth it could carry. His reputation preceded him.

There was a question constantly hanging off the tip of your tongue. Can I come home to you? It rattled against your teeth with its overwhelming presence. Especially the night Leon’s lips stood a mere inch from yours with his breath fanning over your face. His pupils blown and his eyes staring into yours as if you’d disappear if he blinked. A moment ago he almost lost you to the same God he abhorred with every fiber of his being and now you stood before him with the same gaze he was watching you with. Oh, how he ached. His fingertips itched to run them through your scalp and pull you closer. How could I ever say no to you? He would reply back if you ever so dared to finally ask him. But he merely stepped back and walked away as if he wasn’t about to take you whole. You forgot how to walk after.

 And you always thought he was invincible. Like nothing even divine could touch him because he would walk away with only a scratch. But you were mistaken. The dark tendrils dancing along underneath his skin in place of his veins frightened you; reminded you of his mortality. You had always been afraid of the dark, but what you should have been afraid of was losing him. And it hung heavy in the air throughout your mission. He was all flesh and bone and borrowed time. Leon was human and humans bled.

Now it was your turn to ache. It came to you like second nature, like breathing, like loving him. Would if you could reach your trembling hand into his chest and rip the parasite out from the depths of his ribcage. You’d hold it in your bloodied hand and squeeze until it bursts. But perhaps your anger was misplaced. It merely performed its duty based on instinct and survival with naught a word of influence spoken in its ear. It would not exist without the aid of another locating a host. The true catalyst was just beyond their grasp. This, however, did nothing to alleviate the anguish and resentment. They were already branded in your bones.

Then Leon would give you that look. The one that cushioned your heart like he was cradling it. It would send a flutter of emotions in your chest with the intensity of his stare. Your face would soften, the hardened expression relaxing into exhaustion and worry. The way you looked back at him threatened to crush his guarded exterior. He would reach over, slow like you were a frightened animal, and gently caress your supple cheek with a gloved hand. Then the dam broke. The tears overflowing from grieving eyes, the struggle to contain the oncoming tidal wave. His hand, his glove. His everyday scent was replaced with something deeply earthy, deeply dreadful. Your own hands cup the one holding your cheek with a gentleness you’d seen in small doses, tiny peeks like morning sunlight through curtains. There was no exchange of words and no need to. These hesitant touches you both partook in said more than mere verbalization ever could.

There was always a lingering wish to be more than this. An unspoken pleading that bounced between your longful gazes. But for now you’d settle for the smaller moments shared in times of reprieve.

When he did speak, his tone was unfamiliar. A warmth blossomed in the hollows of her chest.

“I know.” And he did. He always did. Confirming it was just his way of keeping those three words at bay when they threatened to spill from your swollen lips. Leon didn’t want to hear them because he knew if he did he would give in and he wasn’t good enough for you. You shook your head and inhaled a shaky breath. Leon bit the inside of his cheek and leaned forward only to rest his forehead against yours. You couldn’t have him. He wouldn’t let you. No, Leon was war torn and splintering at the edges. He was meant to be swallowed by the sun, meant to be incinerated to mere ashes. His life was not his own.

The next time you found yourself shadowed in darkness, you felt empty. The unknown lurking beyond your field of vision around castle walls did not chill your nerves. Nor did they cause the hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. You were alone, but you discovered a fear greater than the one before. And it scared you even more.

[neurotypical-sonic]

also I'm just not fond of the whole "smart/nerdy character is an expert at all smart/nerdy things" trope. tails I'm so sorry for what the fandom has done to you

[windor-truffle]

"Why is the land forgotten?"

"I don't know. It seems we will have to uncover this mystery together."

[pokemonxhyperfixation]

Touhou Headcanon 4

Sanae is a MASSIVE Doom fan. She has frankly excessive hours on DOOM 1 and 2, hates DOOM 3 with a passion and lost her fucking mind when she somehow (probably through Sumireko) learned about DOOM 2016 and Eternal. Why? Simple, Kanako had a scheme. She got her daughter into DOOM in order to get her mind aquinted with demon killing as a shrine maiden. Given that she’s sleeping with a Youkai, it didn’t work but it’s the thought that counts!