#come get yall headcanons

[multifandombullshitbabes]

Thinking abt ages of blue eye samurai characters.

Mizu is like. Im pretty sure canonically 19/20. Im leaning towards 20, cuz im choosing to believe fowler meant 20 years literally n the white men came to japan also during the spring. Its just a very literal n simple read of the scene but yh im choosing that. Mizu is a spring bby :'))

Ringo, as carefree and unburdened as he may act, he is not a child or even a man-child, hes an adult man who's just very very sweet n cute. Imo? He's like. 23. Hes just infantilized a lot by his father n others that he seems way younger

Taigen is only a few months older than Mizu imo. They seemed basically the same age as children, but i think taigen is justtt a wee bit older, n yes he does use that against mizu when he finds out. Im votingggg a november bby. Between autumn n winter

Akemi i can only see as being 21/22 for some reason. Idk if its even logical i just see that. I need to research more into what edo period japan thought was normal for when a woman should beat children, but i think it was young, like maybe around the 18 years of age. It also depends on how old do those men think a woman needs to be before shes barren or smth. I do think akemi is 22, more because its obvious she is still young, but not a teenager.

For funsies i think takayoshi is like. Between 25-27. Im still undecided. But he is a few years older than akemi. I dont think hes older solely cuz hes the younger brother, n im just going off of what i see in their mother, but if she had the eldest son at 18, and i hc her as being around 45-50, then i think he has to be (the older brother) around 27-32. She probably had the two sons n they went "thats good enough, anyways", n left it at that.

[pftones3482]

Listen, I hear y'all and your Touch Averse Autistic Donnie headcanons. But may I take a moment to present you with the option of: Physical Comfort Autistic Donnie, who is very comfortable touching his family and friends and with them touching him? And who uses physical touch as a way to show love without words?

Bc once you start looking for it, he is CONSTANTLY in physical contact with someone, and it's almost always in an affectionate way

[a-whispering-echo]

huh, okay, i guess i will!

[starrystevie]

part one

dating a popstar isn't exactly where eddie ever thought his life would be going. said popstar being the one and only steve harrington definitely wasn't a part of that idea, either. you know, the steve that was littered up and down his body in varying colors and styles, scripts and swirls, large and small love letters to his music on whatever space looked too empty. dating that steve was a concept that eddie never took the time to put actual thought into until they met on his tour.

it became a reoccurring thing, the whole "eddie in steve's tour bus, ending up with far less clothes on than he came to the concert with, showing off a new piece to gentle fingers and softer than soft lips" thing. and that reoccurring thing turns into the "steve learning what the inside of eddie's apartment looks like with the sunset painting the walls only to wake up to see what the sunrise makes it look like with far less clothes on than he came over with" thing.

it's on their second official date in the city, when they drink enough vodka sodas to make them just past tipsy and they tumble into eddie's apartment wrapped around each other, that steve see's it. or well, her. eddie strums over the red guitar's strings lightly once before turning back to steve with a wide grin and grabby hands, sauntering over in what he must think is sexy but has steve snorting out a laugh instead.

"you play?" he asks as eddie nuzzles into the space between his shoulder and neck, open mouth kisses tickling the sensitive skin, making his fingers dig just so into eddie's hips.

"mmhmm," he murmurs back noncommittally, focusing more on making temporary bruises form on the pale skin under his lips. "i'm in a band sometimes."

steve laughs with a shake of his head and threads his fingertips through eddie's hair, pulls him back enough to lock gazes, drags his fingers across spit slick lips because he can't help it. "how are you in a band 'sometimes'? most band guys i know are hardcore about it. life or death for the music, you know?"

"well, maybe i'm not like most guys you know, harrington." he says it with a smirk, one that gets returned, before he goes back to steve's neck and has hands wrapped tightly around his hips again.

steve doesn't let it go after that. it's a few days later that he asks eddie about the band, about what music they play and if they have any songs, any albums. asks him to play a song for him as they sit in the moonlight with sated smiles and something love-tinged hanging in the air. it becomes their thing, steve sings for eddie when they're in his tour bus and eddie plays for steve when they're at his apartment. they show their unreleased stuff to each other and it feels good, feels right.

"hey babe, come here for a second" steve says one day on his second tour since the two started dating as eddie brushes his teeth in the hotel suite bathroom. he pads out with bare feet on hardwood floors and finds steve standing next to the full-body mirror examining his bare torso with far more attention than he's ever paid it before.

"... what are you doing?" eddie questions with minty-fresh breath as he comes to stand behind his boyfriend with a chin over his shoulder. he scans over steve in the mirror from his cheeky grin down to the moles dotting his chest down to his ribs where there's-

"oh," his eyes grow wide, steve's hands grab his to pull them around his stomach and press his back to eddie's chest. "that's..."

to the naked eye, it's just a few bats. it's small enough to be hidden away under shirts and polyester, easy enough to explain away to prying eyes. but eddie knows what it really is. he thinks back to the night he first played him the bare bones of "bat out of hell", the song he wrote during his roughest time that wouldn't go anywhere other than his notebook. but now he see's it on steve's skin, etched into him like a stark reminder of him and them and the love that courses in their veins alongside the ink that was purposefully chosen.

eddie presses a lingering kiss onto steve's cheek, eyes closed as he breathes in the air that surrounds the love of his life and thinks about how lucky he was that he was on shift the night of steve's first show in indianapolis.

"figured you have enough pieces of me, i wanted to have a piece of you, too."

[softluci]

inappropriate everything [mdni plz]

this is probs the most explicit post i’ll ever do, just because i cannot get it out of my head, but um: immediately minors dni. immediately no. IMMEDIATELY no. k thx.

so, um. i have friends who are perfectly sane and normal people until they see an attractive person who they like, be it a celebrity or a character or whoever. right? okay. here are some of the things my friends say when they see someone they find just, like, Absolutely Stunning:

“i’m literally creaming—sorry, i mean creaming—SORRY, I MEAN—” “my back is arching” (alternatively: “why is my back arching?”) “almost meowed” “mmmeow” “purring…” “i’m literally chewing/gnawing on my phone” “my throat feels so empty rn :/” “i want them so bad please i am on my hands and knees BEGGING” “gripping my sheets” “sir your boobs look a little heavy…do you need me to hold them for you?” “bites them bites them bites them bites—” “they are so sexy it’s like a disease” “i want them so bad” “every time i see them i grip my sheets and curl my toes" "they're too fine i want to slam my head into the wall” “just moaned out loud”

anyway. this is gonna be pt 1, w/ just luci; when will i do the others? who knows! i'm returning to the abyss right after this, but enjoy!

lucifer 

he isn’t in the wrong here. you are—why were you on the phone in the kitchen and not your room? what lucifer was doing hardly counted as eavesdropping, really. voices carry in the house as is, and you were being loud. as a matter of fact, he was on his way to tell you to quiet down, and he just so happened to be curious as to what you were talking about, and with whom.

“no, barbatos—don’t fucking laugh, this isn’t funny—” you could hardly speak, trying not to laugh yourself.

eyebrows raising in mild shock, lucifer leaned against the doorway, waiting for you to notice him. thinking about it—lucifer was being very courteous. he could’ve listened to barbatos’s end if he wanted to, but he had enough respect for him to refrain from doing so. he contained his “eavesdropping” to you out of the kindness of his heart and, as a result, he had no idea what—who—you were talking about.

“that man, look—that man. you get it. you get it. you’re the only one around here who knows my heart, i’m telling you.” 

the conviction in your voice stung him, jealousy simmering in his chest. he’d heard enough, he decided, and pushed off the doorway with his shoulder. he stepped towards you in silence, fully intending to interrupt this clearly fruitless conversation—

“lucifer is such a genuine problem, but there’s no solution.”

he stopped, eyes widening. was he a problem for you? why would you go to barbatos instead of him? what—

“that man is so sexy, it's like a disease. no, it—why are you laughing?” your laughter was loud, strong enough to have you leaning against the counter for support. 

lucifer blinked. once, twice, before your words sunk in. then, while you gasped for air, he continued towards you, pride swelling in his chest. a smirk settled onto his face, threatening to widen into a grin as he let you carry on.

you tried to continue talking as best you could, “barbatos, i am in distress—i am dismayed—do you know what i go through when he calls me to his office? do y—i have to prepare myself. i have to steel mys—you don't know what it's like.” you collapsed against the island in a fit of giggles, inhaling sharply to try and catch your breath. 

lucifer heard—because all bets were off now—lucifer heard barbatos in a similar predicament on the other end, chuckling quietly. for barbatos, that was quite close to hysterics. by that point, he'd truly heard enough. more than enough, actually. he thought it best to alert you to his presence, as a courtesy—otherwise, who knows what other secrets you might've spilled? and what if someone less kind heard you? that wouldn't do.

lucifer took a final, soundless step forward, standing close enough that you couldn't turn around without touching him. he reached forward, plucking your d.d.d. out of your hand with ease. you whipped around, and he inched closer, trapping you between him and the counter. “barbatos,” he drawled, grinning at you, “they'll have to call you back. apropos of nothing, of course.” 

perhaps not polite of him, but lucifer hung up before barbatos could respond. although—he imagined his friend was quite amused at the moment. he slid his free hand around your waist, to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. your heartbeat was erratic—you were so dramatic, it was cute. he slid your d.d.d. into your back pocket, aware of the steady rise in your temperature. he kept his hand on the small of your back, bringing other up to your chin. lucifer enjoys eye contact, you understand, right? now—

“a disease?” he leaned into you, breath ghosting along your face. “that wasn't very nice.”

[pand1on]

My personal HC is that Shadow learned how to play guitar from Sonic, so can we get the two playing a duet?

they're playing the new fall out boy

[cebwrites]

hi!! I noticed you didn’t have anything for roger so hey, why not? Could I request a lil Drabble or headcanons of roger and rayleigh with a VERY nervous/jumpy gn S/o? I have ptsd and HATE being touched, and tend to jump or snap at anything that touches me unexpectedly, and I tend to get panicked easily if I feel cornered. I always wondered how those two do with that sorta thing! Tysm!!

a/n: hello hello, the main reason i didn't have anything for roger was because i'm not too familiar with him haha, but this is something i can relate to to an extent! i've been going to the same hairdresser for years but without fail every time he touches my shoulder to let me know it's my turn in the chair i flinch 🥲 (on the flip side though i do like touch a lot, just not when it’s unexpected ;; )

ah well i’m not too familiar with these characters yet, so in any case i hope you still like it! ;w;/

with a jumpy s/o (Roger, Rayleigh)

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Roger

He’s loud, he’s imposing, he’s there - when Roger steps in a room everyone knows it, not just because of his size but also the weight of his presence - and I don’t mean Haki either

Roger’s very touchy around the people he cares about, his crew, the red and blue runts that have more or less become his sons, and any partner he has as well; he has a lot of love and only wants even more to share it

To someone who doesn’t quite share the same sentiment, though, this is... less than ideal

There would be mis-steps at first, big and small, with Roger’s nature potentially giving his partner a serious although unintended scare, but he’s a quick and keen learner (not to mention incredibly apologetic, prostrating to you in his quarters until Rayleigh smacked him to quit the theatrics)

Roger’s usually aware of how imposing he is, but after the first incident he’s much more careful - he never takes any snapping to heart and as an added bonus Rog takes up a lot of space when he sits down, so it’d just be you and him close together if you feel like you’re up for the contact

Roger always leaves the reigns in your hands, mindful of being too overwhelming by accident again, but can never quite hide his joy when you do show him affection, grinning as brightly as the sun itself when you brush your hand against his face in the morning, allowing him to gently kiss the back of it before either of you are quite fully awake

Rayleigh

Rayleigh on the other hand would have a keen eye for this, picking up on it from the start, making sure there was always an adequate amount of distance between the two of you and announcing his coming/goings so you’d never be spooked or surprised by him

Perhaps even a little too well, however, he realizes when you ask him late one night after everyone’s hit the hay, all cuddled up in one giant pile on the deck while you made yourself comfortable in a small nook away from much of the noise, if this quirk of yours made him dislike having you as a partner

He’s quick to realize his mistake, calmly reaching out a hand to take or reject at your leisure; Rayleigh explains how it was never his intention to alienate you in any way, how he only wanted to make sure you could feel safe around him given how touchy-feely and ‘in everyone else’s shit’ the rest of the crew tended to be, much like their captain

Rayleigh is used to being the one to initiate any contact if at all, so he’s grateful for what small hints you’re comfortable showing him from time to time, like falling asleep on his shoulder, where he fights himself internally on whether or not to give your snoozing head a little kiss - his heart eventually wins out, planting a quick one to your hair before you or anyone else saw

[torchickentacos]

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[tf2-headcanons-and-stuff]

Whats some of the crazier stuff you think engie does? Cause, like, all of the mercs look like they're unhinged except him

Oh anon, let me tell you, Engie is definitely just as unhinged as the others. He just knows how to hide it better and when it's appropriate to show it lol

One thing he made was a robot dog

He just kinda made it at like 3 in the morning because he was stumped with his other projects

And so he made a dog. yeah

Scout loved it. although it did not love Scout

It became scrap metal by the afternoon; mainly because long story short it attacked one of Soldier's raccoons (you know. as any robot programmed to be a dog will do) and ate Scout's snacks that he left in his room and terrorize Archimedes and so it was used as target practice by a few of them

Engie kinda forgot he made it tbh

But the dog is not the point; the point is is that Engineer makes a lotta batshit crazy things--or, at least, has the ideas for them, but pursues better ideas

He just only makes these Insane Ideas if they somehow provide use to him (Exhibit A: Gunslinger)

It also tends to be done when he is low on sleep and therefore cannot think things over--better times to do it, since his Smart part of his brain (not the engineer part, but the Hey Maybe We Shouldn't part of it) tends to be quieter and easier to ignore

Like if one of his coworkers needed something? And it sounded just like a horrible idea? As long as they make a good case on how it would be useful and not backfire horribly, then yeah he doesnt see why not

And if it does go horribly wrong? like when Scout asked him to make a never ending can of Bonk! Atomic Punch? (Which could be done, mind you, with a large reservoir of Bonk, along with a portal there and then one into the can, as well as some sort of mechanism to turn it on and off) Well then Scout will learn to think through his thoughts and listen to Engie's works (he does not learn this, but i am sure we all are aware of this)

I think he would tend to make a lot of crazy gun shit. gun that shoots knives. gun that shoots bombs (which yes may just be a grenade launcher but his is Much Better and Cooler)

Engie would also just make things for everyday use. he modified is truck so it can go over 200mph in like 5 seconds. probably made a multi tool but like for cooking utensils

(I would list more crazy things since that's what you asked but uh. im not exactly the creative type over here)

All in all he's still as crazy as the others, but he is able to hide it better. also he knows how to put that crazy brain to work and make something cool and/or useful

[raydianbluesandhues]

any de blob hcs? he my favorite dude

Navi here!

I RISE FROM THE DEPTHS to talk about my favorite guy

i have been. Dead i am so glad someone asked about him. finally my autism

Anyways

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I have stated before (though rather vaguely) that Blob is not Raydian, but is instead a subspecies known as Ultrechian/Ultrechter (doesn’t matter, same thing)! They’re basically opportunistic carnivores that, while they also mainly eat fruits like Raydians do, WILL eat meat if given the option. They’re almost the same thing as Raydians from a biological standpoint, with the only difference being they can process negative energy in food form.

And then I realize I never made that post about them like I said I would, so we’re going to make this a multi-topic post now! Buckle up because I really like to ramble

Everything in this specific universe is made up of some form of energy. Color Energy is regarded as “positive energy”. It’s what plants and animals and most living creatures are made of. Color Energy is the diluted form of Pure Energy, which comes directly from the sun and dilutes as it comes into contact with Raydia (and other planets). Think of it like a prism, if it makes it any easier.

Raydians have thinner skin that allows them to take in and release Color Energy, similar to how plants function. They are, essentially, walking color energy filters, and most living things act the same way. Color Energy also manifests in the form of emotion, so when a Raydian is in a particularly good mood, they produce more color energy than normal. Negative emotions manifest in the form of Negative Energy, otherwise known as Ink, which is produced in a specific organ that I am going to call an “ink sac” because if you couldn’t tell already I’m not the most creative person when it comes to naming things

Negative Energy and Color Energy are opposites to each other. Too much Negative Energy in one area can completely negate the Color Energy present, and the same can be applied in reverse. Raydians cannot handle a high amount of Negative Energy, and Inkies cannot handle a high amount of Color Energy. They’re both opposing forces.

So what happens when a Color Energy based organism dies?

The thing is that the opposite of Color Energy is Negative Energy, and when it is absent, Negative Energy tends to fill that void. Since it manifests when they are angry or feeling any other negative emotion, when they die, their bodies quickly decompose and start producing a rather alarming amount of ink. It’s why the trees were all dead as well; without color energy, they’re simply dead.

The same thing is applied to animals. It’s why Raydians don’t eat meat: they lack the proper organs to properly process it, and even then what the hell is their body gonna do with it?

Well! Ultrechians know what to do with it!

Ultrechers live in a slightly more hostile environment. Their planet is a bit further away from Raydia, so they aren’t getting a whole lot of Color Energy as a result. So! They have to make do with the energy present. They have thicker skin because of this, which is meant to trap in whatever energy they consume. They eat fruits, which contain high amounts of Color Energy, but another good way of getting energy is by eating things that also contain it.

The only issue with this is that said energy turns into Negative Energy quickly, and this normally wouldn’t be very good,,,,, Ultrechers are built different however. They simply Don’t Give a Shit

The Negative Energy they consume is processed and instead turned into a toxin that is dispelled in their claws and their teeth, basically if they bite or scratch you, you’re going to be in pain for a while. It’s a good way to reuse the Negative Energy that would kill a Raydian in any amount, but also incredibly terrifying if you think about it too much

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So anyways, back to Blob and why all of this is even relevant:

Blob was NOT raised on Ultrect. He wasn’t exposed to said low-energy environment, and didn’t develop the proper tools his species normally would. He can’t produce the venom because of how his body reacts to ink. His skin is thin, like a Raydians, due to how his powers function. Any amount of Negative Energy consumed would likely hurt him instead. He gets tempted by meat, but he doesn’t eat it because

1) He would be seen as a fucking freak, more so than he already is

2) His stomach would hurt later. It’s like being lactose intolerant but you actually listen to your gut when it tells you that You Shouldn’t Have Eaten That

He doesn’t even mind eating fruits! It’s one of the few ways he gets his energy, outside of literally sitting in paint all the time. Plus! Fruits taste good! Why would he complain about eating fruit

Oh yeah, it also hurts his stomach

The thing about Color Energy is that too much of it is ALSO a bad thing. It is a very unstable energy source, and if mixed with Negative Energy, can lead to some… unsavory events occurring (black hole). Yes, Negative Energy is a “bad” source of energy, but Color Energy can be lethal as well. Raydians, depending on their size, require a minimum amount of Color Energy to survive, but also have a maximum amount as well. Too much energy can lead to stomachaches and even death in worse cases. Ultrechers also have a limit as to how much Color Energy they can have, and it’s much LESS than Raydians due to their thicker skin.

Even though Blob was raised on Raydia, he is biologically an Ultrechian. His body will tell him that he has had WAY TOO MUCH energy in the form of him throwing it up later or just in general not feeling good after a big meal. Even though he has thinner skin due to his powers, his body and DNA are still Ultrechian, and his instincts and basic genetic programming are telling him that he has consumed way too much Color Energy in one sitting. He’s old enough to understand his limits, but Blob generally doesn’t give a shit about rules or limits, so you can imagine how family dinners go. Thanksgiving’s a bitch

He also doesn’t eat in front of people. He’s. A messy eater

Some other, smaller, headcanons because I think I’ve rambled for too long and I don’t want to give y’all migraines:

Blob is bilingual and can speak in both Raydian and Ultrechian! Both of the languages are similar to each other enough to where Raydians can (sort of) understand him when he speaks in Ultrechian, but even then he doesn’t speak often enough for this to matter much.

Blob is actually fairly introverted and doesn’t like social gatherings all that much. He can handle a conversation, just not with multiple people at the same time. He hates interviews.

I, personally, HC him as intersex and genderfluid! He literally doesn’t care about how you refer to him, as long as you’re nice about it and aren’t a fucking bigot

Blob is pansexual as well, as long as you’re nice to him then it’s fine

Blob, when angry, tends to fall back onto his native language to call you curse words you didn’t know existed

Blob actually has a bit of a temper and has a limit for how much bullshit he can handle before he simply loses his mind. He tries to be playful about things but he can only handle so much shit

Him and the CU get along well, though. They understand his boundaries enough to give him space when he needs it. He views all of them as close friends, and he even has a sibling-like relationship with both Pinky and Zip. He may have a tiny crush on Arty but he…. Doesn’t act on it in fear of being rejected

He doesn’t remember how he got his powers. It’s a fuzzy and painful memory for him, and he usually says he was born with it to get people to stop asking. He doesn’t remember, and he doesn’t want to remember.

[handmeyourheart]

Yo Redson x succubus Reader fluff Hcs please? No need for NSFW or anything.

Headcanons

Red Son with a Succubus reader!

Characters: Red Son paired with a Platonic/Romantic Reader.

Warnings: I’ve split it into Platonic and Romantic depending on what you guys might prefer, just in case. Also these headcanons have mostly a female reader in mind but if you swap out Succubus with Incubus you should get the same effect!!

Notes: Honestly this request was super fun thank you for your submission!!

Also gentle reminder my requests are open! Feel free to leave an ask!! It would be greatly appreciated. See my pinned post for more details!!

Red Son / Hong Hai’er!

Platonic:

* Low-key/high-key thinks you’re really cool. He loves the fact that he gets to hang out around another demon like him, especially when chasing after mortals had been his main gig for so long, it was a pleasant surprise to make friends with you. A breath of fresh air, even. He acknowledges how capable you are and might even admit how he looks forward to working with you on his next assignment, you might even become a great team together and he can finally win his parents approval. Now if that were to happen it’d only grow the sense of camaraderie between you, enough that he could call you his friend. He admires your race specific traits and really considers you an asset to the team even if you aren’t used specifically for infiltrating or getting close with others like a spy as you’d expect. You could have any job and he’d still think you’re cool and help make a difference.

* He doesn’t consider you negatively because of what breed of demon you are, that had never been a big factor that played into his impression of you despite how succubi are often viewed as explicitly low ranked or inferior because of their traits. While he may have been initially apprehensive when you met that you’d approached him for his position, simply being around you lead him to be proved otherwise and he probably later admits in private that he wasn’t sure of your intentions and apologises for viewing you that way which is rather sweet and considerate of him when he could’ve kept it to himself and you’d have had no idea.

* You’re one if not among only a small select few RedSon could consider his friend, especially if you’ve known him since childhood. You’d likely see many sides to him he doesn’t often reveal to others even in the comfort of his own home or toward his parents. I think if you’d be willing, he might vent a lot of his frustrations to you in private— and it can get very emotional. Though you’re always advised to keep your distance from him when he is, I hope you’re prepared for a couple of burns because how could you not console him when he’s talking about some of his genuine insecurities and concerns with you. Red Son always scolds you later for being stupid and getting caught in his flames while applying some cream but you always dismiss it and remind him that you’re friends and a couple of burns are nothing if it can help him feel even a little bit better. It does. It means so much that you care about him enough to suffer like that because you can’t resist his fire like he can. The thought is what counts and it is very touching to him.

* As his friend I think you’d also be subject to long talks with him, often keeping you over to stay at his place for a fun sleepover. He could talk about a lot of things, from his inventions to their blueprints, going extensively into the gritty details of each mechanic and answering any questions you have if you’re actually interested. You’ve never once complained when he does this, sometimes even encouraging him to go off on his tangents as to boost his confidence by some, and even if you don’t quite understand any of his intellectual garble, you can admire how earnestly passionate he is about it all. Talking with you about these projects is often what helps him discover what flaws they might have or how he’s miscalculated at all— he can make mistakes when it gets late and he stays up too long, meaning he has to double check when he gets back to it again after some actual sleep— and if you can keep up with him, he likes rallying his ideas off of you for an opinion. He values you’re input, you’re smart and he acknowledges that it might not be to his standard, he can come to a better understanding of his work through discussion. As much as you’re such a patient, great listener to him, he also lets you ramble about things you’d like when he could use some background noise while making something. Even if he seems distracted, he is listening and might give a few wordless reassurances so that you know he’s paying attention— ‘Mhm,’ ‘How dare they,’ and ‘Oh no he didn’t!’ Are among some of the reactions. If you love gossiping he low key loves hearing about it.

* You would call him the most embarrassing nicknames ever just to bug him. ‘Red Boy,’ ‘Hot sauce,’ ‘Flame brain,’ are a handful of your large vocabulary of things to call him that aren’t his name. He acts peeved off by this, but I also think he’d come to kinda enjoy it.

* You guys have the best close friendship ever. The best sarcastic fights one can imagine don’t even get me started. He can be so dramatic and you are HERE for that, you will respectfully pay that attitude back in twofold. You both make playful digs at each other but know when to draw the line.

Romantic:

* He is so easy to fluster. Too easy, you swear that he must enjoy it. You were the one to first initiate any kind of flirting, but once it seemed that he would get embarrassed but not ever tell you he didn’t like it or to stop, you took it as a mutual nudge to continue your mischief and by god were you brutal. From the corniest, cheesiest pickup lines to the most extravagant, extra displays of affection Red Son nearly ceases all function every time. You can tell when you’ve swung and hit a home run because without fail, even if he’s in the middle of a sentence, he will just pause to process and then just flush like a blazing tomato with sunburn, his hair lights itself up and he starts spouting off obscenities because the audacity of you to flirt with him right here right now. He is just so cute, you’re favourite little nerd who nearly explodes at any given act of romance.

* He is so easy to please. Maybe it’s because of a general lack of affection he received after his dad was sealed away for so long but you’re easily able to tell if he wants something from you, and you’re always happy to provide. He’s just so absolutely soft for you, cup his face in your hands and he just melts at the attentive, affectionate touch. Physical close contact was something he never really had but now that you’re giving it to him, he never wants you to stop because it is so nice and you’re so nice and you’re really just so pretty— he really just turns to mush when you look at him like he’s the only thing that matters, eyes so filled with adoration and love he can’t help but swoon, cheeks painted red in his pursuit of bashfulness. It makes him so easy to soothe. Honestly he’s just super touch starved and loves anything you’re willing to give him, he’d give anything just to be close to you and you’re out here giving him back rubs just because you care, free of charge. You’re out here reciprocating his feelings like it’s not a crime against his heart because he is so utterly head over heels for you I can’t even begin to describe it.

* Kiss him. Anywhere. Pepper him with kisses against his forehead, dapple the lightest little butterfly kisses over his eyelids, peck his cheeks like your life depends on it, he gets thrown for a loop every time you catch him off guard and land one on him when he’s least expecting it. But don’t tease him, he will get so pouty and petty, it’ll be difficult to bare if you aren’t prepared for the long run. He is the son of the demon bull king, he can hold grudges no matter how long it takes until he gets the kisses he deserves where he wants them. Give him what he wants and you will receive exactly what he knows you like, kisses against the back of your palm because he knows you deserve to be treated like a princess, kisses to the temple when you’re cuddling with him watching a movie, kisses on your nose and your ears, your neck and shoulders. Anywhere that he can reach that leaves you brimming with glee and giving him such a magical, worthwhile view of your smile.

* You always feel so full feeding on his energy and his love for you, though you always, always confirm with him that he doesn’t have to let you and that you’re okay without it. He reassures you each time that he doesn’t mind because as long as it’s you, he could be leeched dry and still thank you for your time and that if he ever doesn’t want to he will let you know so you shouldn’t worry about it. You always give him plenty of loving in return and always make sure he’s alright before and afterward.

* Not really one for big public displays of affection, but if he ever gets the honour of introducing you to MK and his gang, you bet he will be so ecstatic to show you off. “HEY NOODLE BOY, IT IS I, RED SON! WITH MY DARLING BELOVED!! I’D LIKE TO IMAGINE YOU WITH A GIRLFRIEND.” (Insert an MK has no bitches joke.) He does love showing you off, but if you’re uncomfortable he’ll tone it down, but otherwise it’s a bit embarrassing but he’ll at least offer to hold your hand when you’re out together when not specifically on dates or anything. Speaking of dates, he exceedingly loves taking you out on them when he feels like you both need a break or he just wants to get out of his workshop. Inviting you with him is so much better than going out alone and so you often try doing generic human activities like dining out or getting icecream, taking a walk in a park or watching a film in cinema. It’s pretty cliche but he’s also loaded with money so I think he’d take you to some pretty cool places if you liked these kinds of things.

* Cuddles!! I feel like he’s super unfamiliar with most acts of very domestic affection like that, but if you’re patient enough to teach him the ropes— he’s a gifted learner and exceptionally so when you tell him you enjoy being close with him. Don’t flirt too much while cuddling though, he will combust and you might risk some more burns. But all in all, as much as he’s still not the most sure about the ins and outs of relationships, being with you is the best and being close with you is even better. Within the confines of his own home, he loves cuddling with you immensely. You’re often snuggled up with him while he’s working on his latest projects, on his lap conversing about how this invention is really going to bring out his potential and it’s going to be a real show stopper. You like having your head on his shoulder or against his collarbone, listening to his heartbeat and maybe drifting off to sleep while he’s consumed in his work. If you have a tail and wings, you like holding him close with them, cocooning against him and piling on a couple blankets as well because he will likely fall asleep at his desk tonight as well. You’re the one who has to convince him to sleep properly too, lulling him away with your voice in order to happily cuddle up for the night in bed, like good demons should be at this time. He follows you like a man in a trance, you’re too good at convincing him to have a healthy sleep schedule. You’re a bad influence. But you’ll have him snoozing in your arms so long as you keep rubbing your hands up and down his back comfortingly, drawing random shapes and lines in absent thought with your fingers, humming or softly cooing to him, muttering words of reassurance and affirmation. It makes it so hard to be anything but thankful for the effort you put in to make sure he’s happy and comfortable.

* He’s so great to just hold because he’s so warm, oh you’re cold? Have him sling an arm around you while he averts his gaze because he’s shy and you’ll become toasty in no time. He likes to compliment you, like a lot. He thinks you’re the absolute prettiest, that your beauty puts others to shame and that every part of you is so perfect he can barely manage the words to describe it. Your horns, wings and tail if you have them are the coolest, and his heart races every time you coil your tail around his leg or wrist because you want to be close to him.

* His inexperience in relationships can scare him sometimes, but as long as you keep gently reminding him that he’s doing well and that you still love him it’ll feel like such a success to him. Nothing can beat him as long as you’re at his side and he’ll spare no expense to make sure you feel cared for and loved.

[multifandombullshitbabes]

(Context: im thinking abt my post canon au, i explained on my ao3, u dont even have to read it just know its there)

Mizu revealing her being a woman to taigen AFTER he confesses his feelings to mizu AFTER being bested during their duel once again is literally so fucking personal to me. Jesus fuck... FUCK. Like. How overwhelmingly loved she must feel. How SEEN. Truly for once n not just but loved and wanted!!! Its so personal to me. Just. Taigen, losing, n then immediately leaning in for a kiss. Mizu is lost cuz what?? Why?? N taigen just. Confesses, but hes holding back cuz mizus reaction was not great and he doesn't wanna ruin the friendship they've formed these past months, they've grown so close so fast n its scary but so exciting n so right but if mizu doesnt want this then nothing is happening n its ok he has a CHOICE. Like. FUCK!! N then mizu telling taigen to wait and that night she reveals it. And its just sooo fucking intimate. Its so soft. And maybe taigen is confused but one look at how small mizu is making herself, like shielding herself from him. Like he gets it. The danger of it all. And its his promise to protect her if she ever needs to that does her in cuz. SHE HAS A CHOICE. TO BE PROTECTED OR NOT. THATS SO IMPORTANT TO HER. Yes, she can protect herself. Yes, it feels good to be protected. Yknow??

Mizu revealing her being a woman to akemi totally by accident AFTER they just had an argument abt women's choices in society AFTER mizu accidentally took one (1) big sip of sake, n then deciding fuck it im gonna win this argument, guess what akemi. And that's how akemi finds out. N Mizu thinks akemi is going to hate her, n she does for a bit in silence, but mostly shes just hurt? For herself AND for Mizu. Cause she understands, so suddenly, so intimately, how hard being a woman is and how mizu has had to hide as a man to survive (not even for plot reasons that we know, mizu being mixed AND a woman? Death sentence). And she just hurts. And they thought they'd always have this weird rift between them but they cry and they let it out (for Mizu, for the first time in YEARS) and its just. Its so emotional n so important and so personal and intimate. Its maybe winter all over again, a year has passed since theyd seen each other in kyoto, so much has changed and yet not rly and. They've grown but in different ways. Akemi, in taking life by the reins n being assertive and strong and so dangerously intelligent like shes always been but now, now its crucial to be that. And Mizu in realizing that she truly, truly wants to be loved so badly but to be loved is to be vulnerable and thats what scares her the most, to be weak; but ure only strong if u can be weak too, and thats what she learns. And i think this is where they really get deep into their feelings. Before it was a crush, an annoying one. Now? Oh bby theyre down bad. Yes they are.

[citrus-blade]

I hate being sick

All I wanna do it write my silly little dreamnoblade fanfiction while being wrapped in my silly little blanket and chatting with my silly little online friends but NAH

[mjtheartist04]

Because you gave me baby fever, I’m going to tag you in the headcanon post I’m making 😈

AHH! YES PLEASE DO! I WOULD LOVE TO READ THE HEADCANONS!🤭💗

[starrystevie]

it just makes sense to steve and eddie to get married on new years eve. on the practical side of things, most people will automatically have new years day off. that means they can party as hard and long as they want the night before, well past the big uproar of midnight kisses, crawling out of whatever venue at 3am to finally crash at home. also, you know, getting the tax break for the whole next year instead of only a part of it. 

outside of the practical, it just seems romantic. the idea that they’ll get to start a new chapter of their life together right at the start of one of the world’s new chapters and it seems endless. the world, the years left, their time together, their love. 

they kiss and make it official 2 hours before midnight, heading straight into the reception with all their loved ones in tow. the champagne is flowing and there’s laughter echoing off the walls and people dancing together with their hands up and hair down. eddie and steve are in the midst of it all, flitting between people, hands entwined the whole time. 

and when midnight comes, when their cheeks are rosy from dancing and the open bar, the two make their way over to the balcony overlooking the bay. the party goes on in the venue, the countdown until the clock hits twelve muffled by the shut balcony doors. they wrap their arms around each other as the fireworks go off in the background and in their hearts when their lips press together. 

the ‘i love you’ is silent. it’s in their smiles and in the way steve’s fingers are trailing feather light over eddie’s cheek. the promise of the future is reflected in the way fireworks spark in their eyes. it may be a new year and a new document tying them together but it’s not a new love. it’s worn and it’s home and it’s theirs for all the years to come.

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

i make jokes like "izaya and shinra both have aspd except izaya hates it and shinra posts gore on reddit" but i think the real crux of the matter is that izaya fundamentally dislikes being on the fringes of society and longs for connection in any way he can get it, while shinra is prefectly content to exist outside of society because of his laser focus onto celty. because even if he doesnt have people, he has something. while izaya has nothing.