#headcanon

[animentality]

[msmorbidcuriosity]

i love when ppl write Hawks to be a little bit morally corrupt. like cmon, this man CANONICALLY has a restaurant that he takes ppl to when he wants information out of them. He's gonna lie... maybe even a lot.

[oh23]

remember when i said Bruce would forget his kids arre adopted?

imagine the same thing but opposite w damian for some reason.

Damian starts showing interest in medical stuff and Alfred lightly comments, "just like his grandfather," and Bruce hums with a finger on his chin, "Ra's?" and Alfred gives him a look and THEN Bruce realises, oh his father. his side of the family. because he's the dad. for real this time. ohhhhh.

[plethorawrites]

(A/N...blurb because I'm burnt out)

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Thinking about how Jason Todd would be obsessed with you regardless of your garments in bed. Like, you want to wear lingerie...for him? Seriously?

He would never consider someone wanting to actually look pretty for him, but you're already gorgeous so of course it makes his brain go fuzzy and the urge to run his hands over every inch of fabric (what there was of it) was impossible to resist.

He loved it.

But seeing you in a T-shirt, especially his? Just as perfect.

Because you're comfortable with him, claiming a piece of his life like it was your own, too. It was massive on you and he could fuss with it as he wanted, sliding his hands under it or pulling the shoulder down to kiss your skin. You were "lazy" those nights, and yet so damn beautiful.

He didn't care which it was. He loved them both. Loved you in anything, everything, and nothing.

[sponge-kiebt]

my first reaction was that snake would not know that. but then it dawned on me. he would have learnt about it through otacon talking about his collection of japanese girls love manga. and being the pure of heart killing machine he is his takeaway would have been "girls can have sex with each other"

this really is the image of all time. its more than just a picture it's like a sister to me

[elise-the-blind]

Unless there's a part I've forgotten, I don't think at any point anyone points out or suggests that Jak resembles or shares physical attributes with Damas. You'd think if he did at the very least Sig would notice that this random kid sorta looks like a younger version of his friend. Hell, I'd argue that even Praxis should have had his spider senses go off, even just a little bit.

Damas still becomes protective of Jak pretty quick tho, and by the end easily sees him like a son (oh the painful irony), so there's something about the way Jak looks or acts that tips Damas off that this random kid they found half dead in the desert might be more important. (I remember one scene where Damas admits they think the same but that's not where I'm going with this)

All this ranting has brought me to the conclusion that Jak is actually the spitting image of his mum. No one but Damas is able to recognize any familial connection because he's the only one who's able to pick up that sort of resemblance.

That or maybe Jak just passed the vibe check idk, Damas had his dad senses saying "we need to adopt this scruffy, sand covered, edgelord of a teenager' I guess.

[sleepy-cone]

Broke: The batfam separates Tim and Damian to stop them from fighting each other.

Woke: The batfam separates Tim and Damian because they both encourage the others' absurd logic to justify feral behavior.

...

Tim: "See when I can focus directly on a case with no interruptions, my success rate goes up exponentially." (Hasn't slept in 56 hrs.)

Damian: "Statistics don't lie"

Tim: "Statistics don't lie"

...

Damian: "When I adopt more animals, it makes me happy, and if I'm happy, I work better with a team."

Tim: "And you help an animal that needs a home."

Damian: "EXACTLY!"

Tim: "If anything, its irresponsible to let them roam the streets as strays."

Damian: "That's what I said!"

...

Tim: "So one of the executives of this firm has been stealing some stuff, but unfortunately, he also has the resources and status to get him off the hook with a light sentence. Which sucks."

Damian: "What if you add a more serious crime to up the charges?"

Tim: "...That is GENIUS! I have dozens of cold cases that I've solved, but the culprits have already died! Im sure one of them could easily pass as him! "

Damian: "I can help if you need any evidence planted."

Tim: "Sure thing! I'll let you know when i find the right felony to give him!"

...

Dick: "At least they're having fun and getting along?"

Bruce: "This is not better. Stop trying to pretend this is better."

[kalkaros-is-the-boss]

Okay, I have a headcanon, that Severus is actually one of the few (or only) professors that can tell Fred and George apart. They don’t realise this for a long time, because he just calls both of them ‘Mr. Weasley’. Until one time George comes to sit Fred’s detention for him, due to whatever reasons. Severus barely looks at him, and just goes ‘Get out of my classroom, and get your brother here right now.’

[rottengriind]

The Slender-man and his proxies...

Hey again, the slenderverse hyperfixation is coming back... This is an interpretation/headcanons that I have abt them

Also, The Cat Hunter belongs to Trashy-Blaze

[pukefactory]

•☽────✧˖°˖ DISC CHANNEL ˖°˖✧────☾•

★ Summary: A Compilation of Dating Headcannons Featuring Salesperson ENA X Reader

★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)

★ Genre: Headcannons, SFW

★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

★ Image Credits: @astirluciver

☆ Ena doesn’t just meet people—she collides into them like a half-glitched hurricane. Your introduction? An over-the-top sales pitch delivered at lightning speed, her “salesperson” side grinning as she aggressively tries to trade a questionable item for your socks. No, really. She wants your socks.

☆ Ena’s love language is wildly inconsistent. One moment, she’s wrapping you in a tight hug, twirling you around while laughing like a maniac. The next, her pale side is staring you down, deadpan, hands on your shoulders: “You must never leave.” Cue a dramatic thunderclap that wasn’t even there before.

☆ Planning dates with Ena is like spinning a wheel where every option is pure chaos. Picnic in a gravity-defying landscape? Movie night, but the screen keeps showing your own dreams? A candlelit dinner where the food changes flavor every time you blink? She insists she has no control over it, but that mischievous glint in her eye says otherwise.

☆ Ena loves giving you presents, but they’re… concerning. “A completely normal rock,” she says, as the rock hums ominously. “A perfectly ordinary mirror,” she claims, but your reflection is waving at you. You still keep them all—because, weirdly enough, they always come in handy.

☆ When her pale side takes over, she suddenly becomes intensely protective. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, she’s materializing a megaphone out of nowhere to call them out. Loudly. Publicly. The sky itself seems to tremble at her wrath.

☆ Ena has a habit of grabbing your hands and spinning you through different worlds mid-dance. One moment, you’re in a quiet park, the next, you’re on a floating stage with applause from an audience you can’t see. She swears it’s just good lighting.

☆ Trying to sleep with Ena in the same bed is an experience. Some nights, she clings to you like a cat, mumbling in binary. Other nights, she vanishes mid-slumber, only to reappear above you, whispering cryptic nonsense. “This slumber will never end, dearest.” Sweet dreams!

☆ When she gets too flustered around you, her form starts glitching. Her expressions flicker between extremes: manic grin, deadpan stare, existential crisis. Sometimes, she turns entirely monochrome for a solid minute before rebooting with a nervous chuckle.

☆ No one says your name quite like Ena. Her “salesperson” side sings it like an over-the-top jingle, while her “meanie” side mutters it like a divine prophecy. And then there’s the other voices, the ones you don’t recognize, whispering it from places unseen.

☆ At some point, between the absurdity and the impossible, Ena leans into you, her voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “You are my favorite constant.” A rare, genuine moment before reality bends again.

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[bats-and-the-birds]

Situation where Clark has formed a tentative working relationship with Batman, but somewhere in that time, Batman acquired Robin and, naturally, didn't tell him.

Clark finds out about Robin's existence when a ten year old Dick Grayson in full Robin gear breaks into his apartment at two in the morning and shakes him awake because Batman's missing and Alfred's away and Bruce taught him that, in the case of emergency, Superman was one of the only people he could trust. Bruce just didn't think to tell Clark that he was, by all means, his son's emergency contact.

Clark: -wakes up to a small boy that he's never seen or heard of before in a cape and a mask with lenses that reflect light like a cat's perched on the edge of his bed in a pitch black room-

Dick, calmly: Hey, Batman's -- stop screaming -- Batman's missing. I need help.

[dcoraclestan]

One of my headcannons is Bruce has no idea how to hold a baby.

A toddler he’ll throw on his hip.

A child he’ll give a piggy back ride.

A newborn? No idea how to hold it.

I imagine he holds it the same way he carries firewood in his arms. Just awkwardly holding his arms out with his wrists curled up. Ollie has made fun of him for it many times and now he refuses to learn how to out of spite.

[cup1dluvhss]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ BREAKUP & MAKEUP, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ tired of hamzah’s lack of interest in your relationship, you attempt to break up with him but you end up doing the complete opposite (request).

| warnings: smut, dirty talk, angst

| taking requests!

you were lying on you and hamzah’s shared bed in your apartment, your lip captured between your teeth as you observed him from afar. he had a lot of work to do through the night, and you figured you might as well hang out with him considering you had nothing better to do.

to be truthful, you and hamzah weren’t on the best terms. you didn’t talk as much as you used to, and the lack of ‘i love you’s’ shared between the both of you was scarce. but, he was busy and at first, you figured things would get back to normal soon.

but they never did.

it had been two months since the two of you genuinely laughed together, and you were starting to get bored. you missed how things were, and you mourned the relationship you once had with him. however, when you brought it up with him, he looked as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

this obliviousness continued the next two times you tried to talk to him, and it was the third time which finally had you making a difficult decision about whether or not you wanted your relationship with him to continue. you had told yourself you’d ask him to talk again soon so you could tell him how you felt, but that was two weeks ago.

you swallowed, and realised it was now or never. you didn’t want to lie around waiting for him to finish work, because you knew you’d be waiting a while and would leave in the morning before he was up. then you’d come over again, and the process would repeat.

you sat up in bed, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. you should have been sad, or nervous, but you weren’t. you knew there was no fixing your relationship now.

‘hamzah?’ you said, your voice soft as you rose off the bed and walked over to him, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

‘..mhm?’ he said, his attention clearly not on you as a sigh escaped his lips, his eyes briefly flickering in your direction.

‘can we talk—please?’ you said, looking away for a moment, trying to add an element of seriousness in your voice so he’d listen to you. that didn’t work however, because he didn’t respond to you and made no effort to make it look like he cared about anything you had to say.

‘hamzah, are you even listening to me right now?’ you snapped, your brows furrowing as you scoffed, your lashes fluttering as you blinked rapidly.

‘i’m in the middle of something, y/n.’ he said, his voice stern as he rolled his eyes. that was your last straw. the way he went out of his way to make sure you knew exactly how little he cared about paying attention to you, how much stress it caused him for you to merely open your mouth.

‘i wanna break up.’

his head snapped in your direction, and his eyes were wide. you almost laughed, considering it was the most attention he had given to you in months and it was over you ending your relationship with him. he immediately pushed his chair away from his desk, and stood up in front of you.

‘y/n, are you serious?’ he said, his voice holding an element of disbelief as you scoffed, looking at the floor as your fingers tangled together.

‘yes? hamzah, we’ve barely spoken for months. we don’t say i love you anymore, and whenever we hang out it’s always like this.’ you said, your hand gesturing between the computer and the bed, your eyes slowly meeting his.

he looked desperate, like he had a million words to say, yet couldn’t say them for some reason.

‘baby, please. come on, we can work this out.’ he said, reaching for your hands. he took them in his own, before you sighed and took a step back, your hands slipping from his grasp.

‘no hamzah. i’m done.’ you said quietly, turning around and running a hand through your hair, before making your way over to the bed to grab your phone and some of the other things you had brought with you. you gasped slightly when you felt his hands grab ahold of your hips and spin you around.

‘so that’s it, then? you’re not even gonna give me a chance?’ he said, his voice slightly alarming you. he sounded aggressive, his tone ragged like he was genuinely angered by your actions which were his own fault.

‘you’ve had many fucking chances, hamzah. don’t act like this is out of the blue.’ you hissed, attempting to push him away from you, but he caught both of your hands in a rough grip, the feeling making you wince.

you looked up at him, swallowing as you observed his expression. there was no sadness or desperation, just—anger. pure, undeniable anger.

‘so your really gonna fucking do this then, huh?’ he whispered, his face so close to yours that you were scared to breathe. you tilted your head at him, struggling to find any sympathy.

‘yeah, i’m gonna fucking do this.’ you said, nodding at him as he began replicating your actions, a smirk playing at his lips.

‘yeah?’ he spoke, his tone almost mocking as your breathing became uneven and miscalculated, the proximity you held with him making you feel slightly nervous.

‘yeah—’

before you could get anymore words out, hamzah’s lips were on yours. rough, and passionate. you immediately went to to push him off of you, but that feeling of discomfort melted into something more. it had been months since he’d kissed you like this, and you had missed it.

his lips moved against yours, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist as he guided you over to the bed in the corner of the room. he guided you down until you were sitting on it, before his hands pulled your legs onto it, your lips not parting for a second.

‘fuck, i’m so sorry sweetheart.’ he mumbled against your skin as his lips began to move down to your jaw, pressing weak kisses here and there.

‘i’m so so sorry.’ he whispered again, his hands sliding up your little pyjama top as you whined in response. you thought he was being sweet with you—genuine. but you quickly began to second guess everything when you felt his teeth against your skin.

‘can i make it up to you, baby?’ he said, his head raising from your neck, his eyes locking onto yours as they softened for a moment looking at you— all flustered and ready for him.

‘hm?’ he said, a smile playing at his lips as one of his hands slid onto your clothed thigh, his thumb beginning to stroke slow, encouraging circles on your skin.

‘please.’ you urged out, completely forgetting why you were mad at him in the first place, the look on his face working numbers on you.

‘that’s my girl. so fuckin’ pretty, aren’t you?’ he mumbled, leaning back down to your face, lips pressing a quick kiss on your own before his hands slid down to your sweat pants, his fingers tugging down the waistband.

his eyes remained on yours throughout the whole process, and you found yourself biting your lip to prevent any sounds from coming out of your mouth.

‘this doesn’t fix things.’ you suddenly blurted out as his fingers began toying with the little bow on your panties, his head looking up at you as his eyebrows raised.

‘oh sweetheart, we’ll see how you feel when i’m done with you.’ he said, his voice filled with sincerity as he watched your eager eyes flicker back down to his body positioned between your legs.

your panties were off next, the process slow and agonising. hamzah was quick to get himself out of his own pants too, his breathing heavy as he positioned himself at your entrance.

‘—hamzah.’ you whispered, the anticipation killing you as your head fell back against the pillow.

‘how bad do you need it, baby?’ he said, beginning to guide his tip between your wet folds, a series of moans spilling from your mouth as you reached for something—anything to grip onto.

‘please, hamzah.’ you whimpered, your little noise morphing into something else entirely as he snapped his hips into you, bottoming out in a single thrust. in the first few seconds, you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened, until you felt his cock twitching inside you.

‘oh fuck, you feel— your so fuckin’..’ hamzah breathed, struggling to find the words as his hands landed on your hips, holding you down as he began thrusting into you roughly.

every snap of his hips made you slip more and more out of consciousness, your head falling back against the pillows as you gripped the headboard, his tip hitting that spot inside you only he could reach every single time.

your felt your body shake slightly, your hips squirming due to the pleasure. hamzah was quick to push your body further into the bed to stop your moving, his fingers digging into your skin.

‘stop fucking moving, i know you can take it. take it like a good girl f’me, pretty.’ he huffed, his thrusts beginning to pick up pace as you began letting out loud, unholy noises.

pressure began building in your stomach, and you felt yourself already beginning to let go. hamzah had never fucked you like this, and weren’t sure you’d be able to leave him if he continued putting this much power into your body.

‘hamzah— m’gonna..’ you whimpered, hands gripping his wrists which were still pushing your body into the mattress, your nails digging into his skin.

‘fuck, baby. let go f’me, yeah?’ he whispered, and almost instantly. his words triggered your orgasm. desperate sighs and moans spilled from your mouth as you lost yourself all over his cock, your mind going blank for a second. you screwed your eyes shut as hamzah continued fucking you through it, his movements not faltering for a minute.

you could tell he was close too, because his thrusts became slow and miscalculated, his chest heaving as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face, a weak smile playing at his open mouth as his eyes stared into yours.

‘gonna cum so fucking hard, sweetheart.’ he whimpered, quickly removing his cock from your pussy before painting your stomach with his warm release, his head falling back slightly as your hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly as more of his cum spilled onto your stomach.

there was a minute of silence before hamzah came back to life, his now thumb gathering some of his release from your stomach before bringing it to your lips, a stupid smirk on his face as he examined your disheveled state.

‘open wide, beautiful.’ he muttered, pushing his thumb into your mouth as you sucked greedily, before swallowing his load without hesitation. your eyes remained on his the whole time, and he stared at you in awe, his pupils completely blown out.

‘fuck—i’m sorry. please don’t go, y/n. i know we can fix this.’ he suddenly blurted out, his voice panicked as you quickly reached for his hands, holding them in your own as you attempted to shush his outburst, your body still positioned under his.

‘hamzah—it’s okay. i won’t leave.’ you sighed, sitting up slightly as you leaned forward and kissed his cheek reassuringly. his eyes practically lit up, and a smile made its way onto his face. maybe what you had wasn’t exactly perfect, but you were willing to give him a chance, especially after that.

[woozysloth]

The author of probably my favourite (alas, unfinished) nuzlocke comic - alterity - had a bit of a bugbear about Gallade and the effect on the Ralts line aesthetically/thematically in terms of their presentation. And I love my boy Gallade but don't disagree, it should at least be open either way. So I decided internally that any Ralts that's okay with or wants to be Gallade just *decides* they're male now.

I love using sexually dimorphic traits in pokemon to make them visibly transgender every chance I get. Everyone post trans girl Pikachu