#do i have a headcanon tag yet??

[pmpwbrrs]

Gourmand why are you like this. How can you make living things out of the blue fruit you ate 3 minutes ago. How do you make a living breathing fucking snail? You can't even eat it, and yet you can spit it out, how the hell does that work? Put that thing back!!! Why is it alive??

And how can you make a goddamn neuron from an overseer and. What was this.... Hold on

AND KARMA FLOWER. And how can you make an overseer from neuron+ANYTHING!!!!! FROM ANYTHING!!!!!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!!

[raycatzdraws]

ribbonwood

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

i wanna know more about svsss menopause

They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.

[laureliciousdefinition]

I’m back b words. Deal wit it

Past sillies: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Yall know the drillll modern au headcanons with no rhyme or reason yadda yadda yadda see you under the cut *dab*

-ppl always assume Arthur is a beer guy. But tell me he wouldn’t love something more silly like a high noon or a white claw

Charles is a wine lover!!!!!!!! He bonded with Hosea over it :)

Tell me Dutch and Hosea wouldn’t have a fancy little wine cupboard in their house.

-Charles and Arthur are BOTH hardheaded about pain

Both refuse to take an ibuprofen for a headache despite the other telling them to multiple times

When Charles had appendicitis he insisted Arthur didn’t need to leave work for it (he did, of course)

John, on the other hand, thinks that every little ache is the end for him. Which does not bode well in a marriage to Abigail who has a frighteningly high pain tolerance

-Charles and Arthur are both acts of service lovers so they’re just constantly uno reversing each other with caring acts

-John is lactose intolerant. Y’all know I’m right

-John and Abigail absolutely “checked” their kids’ candy after trick or treating

Mysteriously all of the peanut m&ms were bad and had to be….. thrown out………

-speaking of Halloween, Charles’ mom sent Arthur a picture of baby Charles dressed up as a little dinosaur in 1992 and he hasn’t stoped giggling about it bc it’s JUST SO CUTE :’)

Arthur quietly wishes Charles could’ve been around when Isaac was little enough to go trick or treating. Charles came into the picture right around the time when it became uncool for him :(

-Isaac, Jack, and Marston Daughter all went to see the fnaf movie together

Arthur and John were so grateful that Isaac is old enough to drive now because they’ve had to sit through so much fnaf lore over the last 9 years and just. Do not get it

“So the bunny….. ate someone????” “Ugh dad were you even listening!!! Let’s start from the beginning.”

-one time when he was like 5 John was digging under the seat in the family car and got stuck

15 min had passed before Hosea was like …..where is he

Arthur, all of 8 years old, ran out and couldn’t stop giggling at little Johnny kicking his legs and crying

Dutch pulled him out, assured him he was fine, held back his laughter….. mostly

-When they were kids, John and Arthur had a trampoline

Arthur and the other kids in the neighborhood (namely Sean, the weirdo kid next door who was in John’s grade) would always popcorn John and he would cry

Sometimes Dutch would bounce on it and play with them but he hurt himself trying to prove he could do a backflip (he could not)

-Hosea has seen every single episode of law and order: SVU

I imagine he also made Arthur/John watch old man shows with him growing up like the Andy Griffith show

When Isaac was a baby and Grandpa Hosea would watch him, they’d cuddle up in his grandpa recliner and watch those sorts of shows :’)

-Abigail went through a weird pottery phase a few years ago so there’s a variety of oddly heavy mugs and plates in their kitchen

John is VERY proud of her though do not get it twisted. He drinks his coffee out of that heavy ass mug every morning

-This is the correct johnigail dynamic. I’m right

Thanks as always for supporting my sillies. Apologies for taking so long with this one, school was kicking my ASS for a moment there but teehee I’m almost done with college, just one month left😵 and I’m sure while I painfully hunt for a job I’ll have much more free time to dick around and spew my silliness everywhere

[muzzleroars]

Since eh... Michael is decomposing/rotting so to speak, would he still retain that same his "face"? Or would it melt like how Gabriel's did

he's uh. he's well.

michael retains little of his angelic features, save for a few barbs/feathers that cling to the right side of his face. i liked the idea of him having something that mimics his light as he is not truly fallen, but i wanted it to contrast with fire in how it moves and behaves. i settled on a stringy, smog-like haze based loosely on soot tags, which are webbed threads made of substances that didn't fully burn after a house fire (do NOT look them up if you have a fear of spiders/spider webs!!! they're gross lol) the haze will slowly induce rot into anything it touches, though it doesn't seem to be spreading (good!) i also wanted physical remains of the lion flame that once crowned his head, so he has a set of lion teeth that overlap his angelic set (normally never seen beneath their face shield - i love giving angels all these like. weirdly vestigial body parts. they were never used, but instead something god left behind as he figured out how to make them and changed his ideas on how they would work) michael has not looked at himself, rather having raphael check beneath his helm occasionally to note any changes or deterioration.

[withdenim]

Man this house is fucked up!!! Who fucked these kids up!!

[jikimo-world]

Germania's Death

[impofthegasstation]

this was meant to be a quick doodle. it wasn't :') ddoes anyone else care about duke

[poisoned-pearls]

Finished the line art for them!! I have both toned it irl and plan to digitally color it, but I like how this looks too so

Fankid run through under cut

From right to left: Vivienne Schoenheit (Rookvil) Faraja Kingscholar (Leona) Ellie Felmier (Epeldeuce) Samir Al-Asim (Silkali) Nami Ashengrotto (Jamiazu) Neo shroud (Idikei) Emil Schoenheit (rookvil) Tamaki Leech (Treyjade) Mallerie and Malick Draconia (Malleyuu)

[dylanconrique]

it’s my random headcanon that whenever chenford and wopez are casually hanging out together, lucy and wesley always end up having heated debates about myths, ghost stories, conspiracy theories, etc. and at the end of the night that results in them play fighting and mocking each other and jokingly threatening violence like irritated siblings.

[toshkakoshka]

iauwhjahahhs i know we all lov to talk about how much heimdall sucks but it’s admittedly rather interesting as to why he sucks. he’s a very well written minor villain, one wrought with intentions that were only meant to serve asgard and the all-father but would ultimately fail in doing so, and you just wonder what kind of abuse this guy has been through (if you believe the mind-control post that he’s stuck in that state of loyalty bc of odin courtesy of this post that i’ll link when i finally fucking find it), because he also happens to be a son of odin— he knows he is to be used, but it makes you wonder if he knows how much he doesn’t mean anything to odin, just like with the rest of the sons. and well

he actually does talk about how everybody isn’t honest, how he’s bitter about that fact and how he’d rather take it up towards being honest with people. (Is this also a bite at Odin? or is he restricted from seeing Odin’s mind because of that “mind control”?) the fact he doesn’t like people and the fact people don’t like him…? it’s interesting how much it seems that he doesn’t care about that part, seems to have accepted circumstances the way they are, but it’s also just… really sad, man.

heimdall doesn’t have anything except asgard going for him. even in death he was rewarded with dismissal for absolutely nothing because nobody cared about him.

he’s honestly pretty tragic bruv

[dynmghts]

i did NOT linger on ch402-405 long enough because as far as i can tell katsuki brought himself back right before all might was brought over by all for one, right? but with the distance, he wouldn't have seen them, nor did he have any sufficient means of closing such a distance THAT fast. so how did he know to go to the ledge and observe below?

either those on the field told him where izuku was, or he heard izuku scream for all might. or BOTH - which is more plausible, because yes, he can trust izuku will win, but with all might in danger and dragged toward ua by all for one, it put everything in jeopardy.

and so what do you mean katsuki bakugou, dynamight, symbol of victory, likely heard izuku's cry for help from below, and charged straight to him - trusted that he would be pointed in the right direction? what do you MEAN he probably heard the desperation in izuku's voice the moment he breathed life again, and his first thoughts were; izuku is in trouble. all might is in trouble.

katsuki didn't even give himself time to live again before he went into another life-or-death fight, because what follows is that he doesn't just save all might from all for one's clutches. he goes to end all for one so he'll never achieve his goal.

because those two people are the largest testament to the man he's become, and he'll defend them with his life - like he did before.

i am unwell.

[moonlightsmasquerade]

What would happen if Thatcher or Adam had a nightmare? Would they try to comfort each other? Btw Love you art!!

Aw Thank you!

Hm, If Adam were to have a nightmare, first off his reaction to his nightmares post catalyst is bad, the scream is so loud it could wake the dead. Of course Thatcher would know immediately (guy barely sleeps anyway)

Thatcher's way of comforting is to be there for someone, to listen, maybe offer a blanket or a drink if they need it. He waits for Adam to get comfortable with talking about the nightmares, because turns out they tend to involve very upsetting situations (the hand hallway with Sarah and how poorly that could have gone, his and Evelins breakup/possibly giving her MAD, him and Jonahs arguement and Jonah's death. Basically the people he's hurt)

Thatcher isn't good with words, but he tries to say that he understands the feeling, the feeling that you're responsible for every misfortune, that you could have stopped someone getting hurt, that maybe if you had made a different choice things could have been better. He may not understand the 'being an alternate' part, but he understands the guilt. Thatcher is very patient with him, even in the beginning when Adam would scream at him to go away, Thatcher would still say, "If you want to talk, I'm here." Adam may not say it, but he does appreciate it.

The best Adam can do is asking if Thatcher's okay, being an alternate means he's become much more aware of when someones afraid. There have been a few times where Adam's attempted to be nice and ask if Thatcher's alright after a bad nightmare, and Thatchers been a little bit freaked out that Adam knew he had a nightmare even though he never mentioned it, but the sentiments nice (?) at least.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

have you ever talked about Adam and Belle's wedding ? what they wore, if they ran off/tried to hide from guests, etc, etc, etc ????? please share I love weddings

EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! okay so actually fun fact i made a big master post about much of this stuff a couple years ago. SO GO READ THAT! but then come back because that’s Mostly about the ceremony which means here i can discuss the reception >:)

actually i also have this tiny one from the ceremony. okay NOW reception time

i’m guessing the reception took place at their palace in paris. i know they have one, because they live there sometimes, so that’s probably where the reception was. in the ballroom!!!! (and the dining hall for the FEAST!)

i say this in that other post but yeah i mean obviously dancing was the biggest aspect. belle danced with her father and adam danced with mrs. potts and at other points belle danced with lumiere and adam danced with plumette. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY??? adam and belle danced with each other almost Constantly.

they were very often beside each other, holding hands or adam’s hands on her waist. though they would get separated sometimes because so many people wanted to talk to them!!! :-(

this wedding was CRAZY like soooo many people came to it. the ballroom is like 4 times the size of the one at the castle in villeneuve. it’s just this giant hall and it’s full of people and mingling and laughing and dancing

WHICH IS VERY OVERWHELMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so i think (and gosh i’d love to write this sometime, but haven’t yet) i think at some point belle catches the look on adam’s face and she can just tell he’s way too overstimulated. in general he has a pretty good social mask but gosh it’s just the biggest event he’s been to in a Long Ass Time. so belle quietly takes his hand and leads him away. even the courtyard is full of people, but she knows he needs fresh air, so they go up some stairs and too a secret random room that has a balcony. and the noise change is so dramatic but Necessary. it is Silent now.

anyway they stand on the balcony and adam isn’t saying anything at first but he hasn’t stopped holding her hand

and belle squeezes it and asks if he’s okay and he eventually smiles at her and says yes. why did we invite so many people? and it makes her laugh. which makes him laugh :)

she hugs him around the waist and they both just breathe and look out at the view of sweet lovely paris. they probably talk more but i’ll save that for when the fic is ever created 🩵🤍

anyway after that little break they do eventually rejoin the party and continue dancing the night away. it’s just such a whirlwind of a magical day.

[i-am-tiny-sun]

Who sends you this typo?

• Bachira

• Shion

• Gagamaru

• Floyd Leech

• Shinichiro

• Shidou

• Idia (when he gets the balls-)

• Baji

• Ryusei (Sato)

• Nahoya

• probably Kalim

• Ruggie

A/N: I needed something to post so here’s this for now…will be expanding on this with my other listed fandoms later on

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.