#headcanon prompt

[rpdepartment]

mundane headcanons

🌅 morning routine

at what time do they generally wake up?

do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?

how many alarms do they need to wake up?

are they a morning person?

bathroom first or breakfast first?

do they take a shower to wake up?

coffee, tea, milk or juice?

sweet or savoury breakfast?

what do they like to have for breakfast?

do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?

do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?

🚿 personal hygiene

how often do they take a shower/bath?

shower or bath?

shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?

do they use specific perfumes?

do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?

what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?

🍕 food breaks

do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?

do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?

do they tend to have leftovers?

how often do they get fast food?

how often do they go to restaurants?

🧹 chores

are they the one doing most chores in the house?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?

do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?

do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?

🚗 transports

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )

do they own a car?

do they own a bike?

are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?

do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?

do they like going on trains?

do they like going on boats or ships?

do they like going on airplanes?

📱 phone

what phone do they have?

do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?

how often do they check their phone?

do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?

how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?

do they have games on their phone?

what's their background and lock-screen?

💻 social media

are they registered to any social media?

how often do they log in?

how many followers do they have?

do they follow a lot of people?

how easy is it for them to block someone online?

what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?

did they ever get in an online fight?

do you think they'd have callouts about them?

😴 sleeping routine

at what time do they tend to go to sleep?

do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?

how much does it take for them to fall asleep?

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they dream often?

what kind of dreams to they tend to have?

do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?

do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

what's their usual sleeping position?

where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Finnick Odair in the bedroom...

Finnick holds a lot of trauma, repressed shame, anxiety, fear and worry around sex. Due to him being forced into prostitution by Snow after he won the games, sex became quite traumatic for him. He was trafficked and every day, the effects still haunt him.

He trusts you so he opens up to you about this, about these issues and my god, your heart breaks into one thousand little pieces.

He's open about it and has learned to talk about it and he tells you awful, horrid stories about his experiences. You cry with him, reaching out with kind hands to wipe his tears away and kiss him on the forehead.

"We don't have to, Finn... Not until you're ready and if you're never ready then that's okay. I want you to be comfortable and if you never want to have sex, that's okay but please just let me know. Tell me how you're feeling and what you're comfortable with."

He can't tell you how much he appreciates you saying that. The love, awe and admiration he has for you in that moment is overpowering.

He likes to kiss you and for a while, that's as far as he'll take things. He wants to go further, god, he wants you so bad but he's just not ready. You understand and you don't push.

When he is finally ready, my god... it's the best night of your life.

He's tentative at first, slow hands relearning skills he hadn't used in a long time but muscle memory exists and soon, he's confident and smirking.

He kisses you everywhere, head between your thighs with a skilled tongue. He grips your thighs as you lose control under his touch.

When he raises his head, he's smirking big and wide.

"You taste divine, gorgeous. Absolutely intoxicating."

He could spend hours between your thighs. He gets off on getting you off; he loves knowing how good he makes you feel, loves knowing that it's him that makes you feel this way.

He's a perfect mix of rough and gentle.

He doesn't overstep, if you're not comfortable with rougher sex, he'll keep it passionate but if you are comfortable with rough sex then get ready to wear his hand like a necklace.

He'll push your head into the pillows as he fucks you from behind, moans getting trapped in the sheets of the bed as he leaves red handprints on your ass.

He likes he tease you so denies you of orgasms until you're a screaming, sensitive, quivering mess.

He likes tying your hands up, using them to hold onto as he fucks you from behind, likes leaving you defenceless so that he can ravage you.

He'll leave love bites everywhere, he's possessive; he likes when other people know that you're his.

Breeding kink one hundred percent. He likes filling you with his cum, likes pushing it back inside you with his fingers and his tongue if it dribbles out of you.

He likes risky sex in public places; likes the excitement of the risk of someone seeing.

He gets jealous sometimes which results in hard, fast, possessive sex anywhere; against a wall, over a table, in a bathroom... anywhere.

[memies]

Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

[rpdemon]

send me an emoji + a character and i'll show you what they would wear for...

🩲 : underwear 😴 : pajamas 🏃 : gym clothes 🤿 : a swimsuit 🕴️ : a suit 💃 : a ballgown 👗 : a cocktail dress 🩰 : a ballerina tutu 👰 : a wedding dress 🎃 : a halloween costume 🎉 : a clubbing outfit ❄️ : a winter outfit 🦩 : a summer outfit 💌 : a first date outfit 👩‍🚒 : a work uniform 🧽 : a maid outfit 🦇 : a goth outfit 🌏 : a travel outfit 👩‍🏫 : a school outfit 🎙️ : a vintage outfit 💖 : their favourite outfit

[thathcwriter]

The Hurt/Comfort Alphabet

A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?

B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?

C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?

D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?

E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?

F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?

G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?

H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?

I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?

J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?

K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?

L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?

M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?

N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?

O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?

P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?

Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?

R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?

S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?

T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?

U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?

V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?

W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?

X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?

Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?

Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?

[ikemenomegas]

anon: do you think any of the omegas could be pregnant without knowing they're pregnant?

a/n: I had to look up whether this was a thing, turns out there's something called "cryptic pregnancy" where you don't know you're pregnant for at least half of the pregnancy. And certainly anyone can be pregnant for shorter periods of time without knowing about it, but this is the route I went.

Which Omegas who are most likely to have a cryptic pregnancy:

The ones most likely are those who are least attentive to their bodies, and those who often ignore symptoms

Suguru Muriel Erwin

Also:

Asra Yuta Haku Alucard

c/w: mpreg, pregnancy talk, varying levels of anxiety from the parties involved, mentions of oral sex and painful sex

Suguru

Even Monkeys Fall From Trees

Click

Clack

Clack

Suguru was standing in front of you with a turbulent expression in his eyes.

The pen in your hand was a baton you waved around, looking into your mate's eyes. "Yes?"

Clack

Normally you might tease him a little about the stubborn, pinched look about him, but you looked down at the things he was throwing on your desk.

Click clatter

Two more long sticks of plastic with a distinctive shape were tossed before your eyes. They hit one of the ones on the table already and flipped it over like a menko piece.

You looked back up at him, eyes wide. Two more sticks were clenched in his fist.

"How many of these did you take?"

Your chair scraped against the ground. With trembling fingers, you picked up one of the tests and then put it back down. You picked up another and then another.

How was this possible?

You came around the desk to Suguru's side and took the last two tests from his hand.

"This one isn't--"

"It's seven out of eight," Suguru said. "I've been doing them for a week. The evidence is pretty strong that it is."

"We've been so careful," you whispered, half to yourself.

Suguru's hand flexed as though he wanted to place it over his belly but couldn't bring himself to do so.

"What made you test it? You've been more tired lately, but you don't look very different."

He hesitated and then plucked one of the tests from the table. Two violet lines filled the result window.

"I felt something move."

You felt lightheaded. "Suguru, that's--"

He just looked at you from underneath his long dark lashes, golden gaze molten.

He'd missed his last heat, but they had become less regular as stress and curses piled up so neither of you had thought anything particular about it. There had been that brief bout of what you both had thought was stomach flu after he went to Kanagawa about four months ago.

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know."

Muriel

Animal Instinct

It was only exhaustion that kept you from running down the forest paths to Muriel's hut. Five months had been long enough, no need to start off your reunion with your omega by face-planting in the the dirt or breaking your ankle.

He had sent Inanna with you and she also panted at your side. She would trot ahead and wait for you, or disappear only to slink back to your side and press her wet nose to your palm.

"I know, we're almost home."

Inanna gave an answering growl, low and friendly, and pressed against your leg before pulling away again.

The hut came into view all at once through a gap in the trees and your heart leapt at the thought of Muriel, of home.

Inanna gave a high pitched yelping back and the door was open, Muriel ducking through it, before you even made it past the protective charms.

Your omega caught you up in his arms, lifted you like you weighed nothing, drew you to him and buried his face in your neck. He kissed you and when he looked at you, his eyes were unguarded.

Despite your long absence, it did not take long to get settled back in. The shop was kept in its usual organized chaos, the hut in its close warmth. A few more trinkets went up on the carved shelves, and Muriel was shoving an awful lot of blankets to your side of the bed whenever you laid down to read or take a nap, but things were gradually descending into the ordered chaos of being back where you belonged.

Except Inanna wouldn't sit still.

Usually she sat by the fire or crept about in the brush, ears always angled towards Muriel or you. Content to be close, but comfortable to be far. Even though she was a familiar, she was still an animal, and you'd expected it to take a few days for her to be comfortable being much distance from Muriel.

It was much longer than days, and she's not comfortable with any distance at all.

She wines and paws at Muriel and she's giving you reproachful almost like she did when you first arrived at the clearing. She keeps bringing carefully killed game to the hut and won't leave you alone until you cook it up, and unless Muriel eats some, she won't touch it. When you trace the line of hair leading down Muriel's belly, she barks, high and sharp, and then sulks something terrible when you both start to fuss over her.

You're at the shop for tea and mention it to Asra when you're coaxing the fire salamander awake.

"It's very odd behavior for her, although Muriel's being a good sport about it. He never minds it, but it's making me worry if there's going to be an earthquake or something. Have Malak or Faust been acting oddly?"

Asra shook his head. "Nothing here. Although, Malak's not really the best indicator of danger."

That made you laugh, remembering the catastrophic squawking you'd briefly heard from him during Lucio's coup.

"It's not the hut. We checked for termites and patrolled the forest, and everything's as safe as it gets out there."

"Are either of you feeling under the weather?" Asra gathered the mugs onto a tray and shooed you up the stairs to the rooftop with the kettle in your hand.

"I don't think so? At least I feel fine and she wasn't like this when we were traveling. Maybe we should check Muriel though."

"Check what?" he asked, handing you and then Asra out of the steep staircase and into the garden. From this high across a good portion of the neighborhood was visible before buildings started to get tall again.

"Are you feeling okay? You hardly ever tell me if you're sick. Asra thought maybe Inanna could tell something we couldn't."

Muriel looked at where the familiar in question was laying her head on her paws, watching him closely.

"I'm feeling fine, I think," he said.

Muriel and Asra exchanged one of their silent looks over your head when you started to arrange the tea tray. Asra began tracing a sigil in the air, purple and white sparks falling into place and casting their light over your mate.

It was several long moments before the diagnostic spell was complete and several more as Asra's magic gently inquired into the state of Muriel's body.

You saw it, the moment Asra's eyes went wide.

"What is it?"

"Are you sure that you've been feeling alright? No nausea, dizziness? Heaviness, maybe?"

"Asra, what's going on?" The fading but ever present fear of the plague or something like it propelled you from your chair, a hand going to your mate's shoulder.

Muriel looked up at his old friend warily and reached up to place his warm hand on yours. "Nothing that seemed out of place. Is there something that worries you?"

Asra laughed, light and joyful. "No, Muriel. We're going to be very busy in the next few months, but I'm not worried. How could I be when I'm going to be a godfather?"

You and Muriel looked at one another with matching shock.

Erwin

Whippoorwill (includes nsft)

*the world map of snk is apparently our world map turned upside down and backwards, which... makes Paradis island into Madacascar -_- but almost like England weather wise. I think it's a coward's move to assume Paradis is northern hemisphere, so I hc that just as things are "reversed" in the Arcana setting, the same is true here

Spending a sabbatical in a 1500 year old villa was not what you had expected when you had sealed your bond with Erwin. It was, however, a very nice perk.

With a cup of something warm on the table, a stack of papers to read, a fragrant breeze, and your mate, shirtless and lightly glistening with the evidence of his morning exertions jogging in the direction of your balcony, it was perfect.

You put down your papers and leaned your head on the railing, shamelessly ogling. He'd left before you were properly awake when the morning was still dim so you hadn't seen him leave, which seemed a great oversight. Your mate was shirtless and wearing a pair of those fancy exercise pants he liked, which were thin enough to cling to every muscular contour of his shapely thighs.

He'd been somewhat sensitive to the warmer northern summers and taken to wearing linens or simply less whenever he could. Not that you were complaining.

Being at the villa also seemed to be doing something to his libido. You decided to worship your mate's strong shoulders and delectable behind the next time, which you did not expect to be long in coming.

"You're drooling," a voice said.

Erwin's friend dropped onto one of the deck chairs, rubbing the dome of his stomach. Levi and his Alpha had joined you two for a much needed break a few days ago, and you were a little concerned that they were going have the baby while on holiday.

You looked at him, amused. "Isn't that my right?"

Erwin was coming up the stairs, pulling the towel you'd set on the railing over his shoulders.

"Beautiful omega," you crooned in his direction, smirking at Levi's disgusted scoff.

Erwin bent to press his lips to yours, his hand on the back of your neck.

You hummed into it, smiling. His scent was thick around you, his skin radiating warmth. Forget waiting for him to initiate. You must just ask yourself if you could take him for a little tumble before he showered.

Levi's alpha emerged on the terrace with a pair of porcelain cups and just smirked knowingly as you tugged Erwin through the door with you. The sound of their conversation with Levi faded quickly into the background.

"Should we try for one?" you murmured, padding with your mate across the cool tile towards your room. You'd talked about it before, but the interaction with Levi had put the image of Erwin with his toned stomach rounding out with your child in your mind. You knew pregnancy came with hardships, but the image had you suddenly looking forward to it.

Erwin's hand radiated warmth in yours, keeping the chill away, and you were already imagining that shared heat in bed.

"Why not?" Erwin's ice blue eyes were entirely focused on you. It pulled shivers up and down your spine.

You pulled your fingers through his hair. Strands were already falling onto his forehead after his run. It never failed to entice you, seeing him undone.

He pulled you towards the bed falling back onto it when his knees hit the edge. You could smell his arousal as he spread his legs and leaned back, smiling at the ceiling. You tugged on the cuffs of his pants as he refused to help, dragging them down until you could pull them off entirely and throw them onto a nearby chair.

Erwin propped one leg up, exposing his hole, already glistening with slick, but you took your time, pressing your lips to his knee and the inside of his thigh until his burning gaze threatened to consume you.

Still you skipped over where he clearly wanted you, pinning his body below yours and making no effort to direct the prod of your cock.

"Ask me," you said the words low in your chest voice, rumbling and teasing, catching his lips in a kiss.

You leaned over him, pressing your palms on either side of him. His hands came up to your sides, fingers rubbing circles into your hips as you began sucking marks down his chest. He groaned as you hit a particularly sensitive spot below his left nipple and you sucked harder, intending for the mark to bruise, and feeling rewarded by the new wave of arousal that wafted up.

You slid back down until your knees were on the floor, fingers digging into Erwin's hips. He shivered beautifully when you licked from the lowest edge of his hole to the tip of his flushed cock. You teased the edges of him with your fingers, while you sucked the tip of him, pulling him ever so slowly into your mouth, eyes flickering up to see his head fall back against the mattress.

You fingers went in easily, two at once, sliding into him and stroking gently at his walls. You hollowed your cheeks and swallowed him in deeper and moved your fingers until you were pressing upwards in time with the movements of your mouth.

A long drawn-out moan was your reward, as well as your omega reaching for your hand, which you happily provided, twining your fingers together and groaning your name.

"Do it. Let's do it. Let's have a baby."

You'd been together for years now and you knew what he liked, what could make him pant with pleasure, as when you flexed your wrist and pressed your fingers more fully inside of him, or when you growled around his cock, the vibrations moving through him.

You also knew when the sound he made was not a gasp of pleasure but of pain. Immediately you eased off of his cock and stopped moving your fingers. He was clenching tight around you, but his teeth were gritted and your mate was breathing carefully through his nose.

"Sorry," you murmured, rubbing circles on his abdomen to try and ease the cramps. "You're okay."

He made another pained sound when you tried to pull out, "Wait."

"Of course." You made soothing noises low in your chest, crooning meant to calm an omega and massaged Erwin's lower belly.

The flush was quickly leaving his cheeks and soon you were able to pull your hand free of him.

Erwin gave a murmured assent when you asked if he was alright if you helped clean him up. You rinsed off your own hand and quickly brought a soft warm cloth to your mate. The cramping seemed to have passed as you carefully swiped the cloth over his hole and then his cock, but you still placed another warmed towel over his stomach while you finished cleaning up.

He was sitting at the headboard, propped up on the pillows there when you returned. He turned and pressed his forehead to your breastbone when you settled in beside him, fingers carding through his sweat-dampened hair.

"Sorry."

"It's nothing for you to apologize for," you assured him.

"Let's try again some other time," he said quietly. "Maybe during my heat it won't be so bad."

"It shouldn't hurt at all," you reminded him.

"Hmm." He turned his body and drew his knees up so he was curled next to your body.

"When is your next heat? We should see someone before then."

There was a heavy pause. The cramps had been happening sporadically for a little more than a month now, and you'd been pushing Erwin to see a doctor. He'd wanted to wait until after the move to the villa, and then until things became less busy, and then until after his friends had visited, but it had been something you'd kept a worried eye on.

"I'm late," he finally admitted. "It was supposed to happen last week, before we had visitors."

"Darling, why didn't you say anything?"

"It happens somtimes, with omegas" he said patiently. "It's not a big deal."

You nuzzled into the top of his head. All you could do was trust him.

"Do you think you could eat something?" you asked, after a moment. "I know not everything has entirely agreed with you, but you did go for a run this morning."

"In a bit," he said, pulling you closer.

You scented him gently, running your hands up and down over his shoulders and his side. He made an irritated sound and you felt the sudden tightness in his back as another cramp rippled through your mate.

You massaged it out the best you could, pressing the heel of your palm into his lower back and rubbing more gently over the hard planes of his stomach.

You didn't know what was going on, but it worried you.

*unfortunately, like a lot of people i find reference photos on pinterest. disclaimer, i do not own these pictures, i also do not know who does or where they come from (with exception for Muriel's being an in-game postcard). If you need me to take down the photos because you own them or the style inconsistency is driving you as nuts as its driving me, please message me and I will do so.

[miserycorde]

[[ Open-ended character prompt for you all, because I’m thinking about how characters tend to have unhappy endings in Soulsborne games…

If your muse had a horrible boss form, what would it be? What would they be corrupted by? Would they become completely monstrous, or maintain much of their original appearance?]]

[cat3ch1sm]

🐸| hello everyone! i made the mistake of staying up until 3am and came up with these cracked hxh headcanons. yes i know i write for hxh way too much which is why i need u guys to send requests for other fandoms😀 not that i don't love hxh hcs and ur totally welcome to send those in, but if u have any thoughts for the fandoms i write for send them in<33

🥝| also my birthday is in three weeks omg. stg i still feel like a little kid

🌱| anyways enjoy these hcs<33 they're definitely not canon but it is funny 2 imagine😭💀 ily guys

part 2 with the butlers??? let me know🤭

part 3 with the phantom troupe??? LMFAOO

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ maybe some homophobia?

how would the Zoldyck family react if they find out that hisoka and illumi are an item?

silva

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bro is still kinda trying to get the "illumi likes men" thing. silva can kill hundreds of people at once and is the most feared assassin ever, but when it comes to his kids actually having... like... lives... his mind just empties.

・❥・so when illumi just pulls up with "hisoka and i are dating" in the most unemotional tone known to man, silva's brain doesn't really process it right off. he sits there for like ten seconds straight in silence with an intimidatingly blank stare. imagine the little "loading..." thing over his head

・❥・and then he gets it. he blinks. looks at hisoka and illumi awkwardly, with a brow arched or something. then looks down at kikyo, who is sobbing on his shoulder into his shirt.

・❥・he stares at his wife for a few more very long seconds before looking back up at his son and his maniac pedophile clown bf, rolling his eyes as he gestures with his head for them to just go.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kikyo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ she was never on board with hisoka and illumi's whole thing to begin with. she does not understand why Illumi wants to spend all his time with hisoka, who she thinks is creepy and overly eccentric, when he could be spending time with a lovely woman who also kills people to carry on the Zoldyck name.

・❥・and she really wasn't with the gay thing anyway. she would have lots of perfectly eligible murdery women meet illumi in hopes that they would get together and bear a Zoldyck child. but here he is. kikyo just cannot understand it.

・❥・although, it's a tiny bit less about the gay stuff than it is about the fact that it's hisoka. hisoka. him of all people. why? his aura is repulsive, he runs around in crop tops, heels, waist trainers, makeup, and pink hair. illumi had already been poisoned, kikyo could tell, when he started with the crop tops as well. but it had been worse than she had thought. now here they were, the disgusting clown and her perfect illumi saying they were dating.

・❥・it was enough to make her burst into tears- and cry she did. the second illumi finished his sentence, the waterworks began. now it was too late.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

zeno

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "Like I care. Just don't have sex in the house."

・❥・enough said

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

alluka

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i don't know how she'd find out, really. maybe killua told her? but despite the fact that Illumi doesn't even consider alluka a family member or even a human being, she'd be thrilled for him <\3

・❥・"Big big brother has a boyfriend? Really?!"

・❥・she'll want to know everything about hisoka- what he looks like, how he behaves, what about him attracted her brother. romance thrills her, no matter who it's between or if the people involved are trying to kill her☹️

・❥・"Will I get to meet him? :D"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

kalluto

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he'd been collecting clues for a while. he noticed when illumi stopped cutting his hair, when his clothing style changed, how much more often Illumi was going to hisoka for assistance in missions and such rather than his family- whether he actually needed the help or not.

・❥・and when illumi joined the phantom troupe "per hisoka's request," and when he spoke of an "engagement ring" and "prenup" despite there being other less fruity terms he could have used to describe the contract- kalluto was almost 100 percent sure.

・❥・ the kicker, though, was when kalluto found out that they had contracted each other to kill... each other. they both shared the same twisted idea of "romance" and "friendship," and this basically set kalluto's suspicions in stone.

・❥・so kalluto half-heartedly played dumb when Illumi announced their official status as a couple- but long story short, he wasn't surprised. he isn't really fond of hisoka, but he sees no point in messing with the relationship, so he doesn't care much overall.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

milluki

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ this mf doesn't look up from his computer screen and potato chips and weird dolls long enough to even notice that hisoka existed, let alone how much time he and his brother spent together. so he's wayyy out of the loop when illumi makes his announcement.

・❥・bro almost chokes to death on his snack when illumi's done. when he finally pulls himself together, he gives Illumi a look and is basically like "ew, weirdos"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

killua

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ *screaming intensifies*

・❥・illumi. his psychopath brother. hisoka. the pedophile clown man who has a crush on his twelve year old best friend. dating. illumi. gay. with. hisoka. what the fuck what the duck what the fuck

・❥・this could go two ways. one, illumi makes his announcement, and killua immediately starts dramatically falling to the floor and screaming hysterically while pretending to vomit. may or may not ask if he can put a hit on himself. hell, he'll demand someone put a hit on him- he'll be waiting with open arms for them to come and end his misery

・❥・or, killua takes matters into his own hands. he doesn't react at all before calmly exiting the room, walking through the halls, entering mike's domain, and simply climbing up the dog's fur into his mouth. perhaps he'll take a stroll up to the roof of the house and throw himself off?? either way, he's ending this shit

[c0uls0n]

Pet Names They Call You...

Golden/Lightning and Marauders era boys head-cannon

Warnings: None.

Harry Potter:

Sweetheart -

Ron Weasley:

Love -

Draco Malfoy:

Angel or Princess -

George Weasley:

Sugar -

Fred Weasley:

Honey -

Seamus Finnigan:

Buttercup -

Dean Thomas:

Babe -

Cedric Diggory:

Doll -

Neville Longbottom:

Dove or Petal -

Remus Lupin:

Pumpkin -

Sirius Black: Pet -

Peter Pettigrew:

Muffin -

James Potter:

Hun -

Regulus Black:

Beloved -

Let me know if you’d like me to write how or why they call you these pet names!!

[lgbtqlegends]

ava giving sara different types of massages, please?

hi anon!! thank u for the ask, n im so so sorry it's taken so long for me to answer!! i haven't been ignoring these asks, life's just been a lot lately n i haven't had much motivation or capacity to do them. but i'm hoping to get through the ~21 that are sitting in the inbox soon cause mod choco and i have smth really fun planned for the inbox afterwards!!

-it's no secret that sara's had a bunch of injuries throughout her life, so it stands to reason that old wounds would flare up from time to time and give her grief, and that ava obviously would want to help in any way that she could, so she starts getting really good at giving massages

-a lot of times after like rough missions or when any old injuries flare up, ava will bring out the really good lotions and massage oils and give sara a really good, deep back massage. it makes her relax so much and usually by the end of it, sara's like halfway to a really deep sleep for the night, and it sets her up for a really really restful night

-a lot of times during like, free time on the ship, the team will be hanging out n stuff, and if sara is sitting down while ava is still standing, then ava will just stand directly behind sara and idly give her little shoulder massages, not super deep or for any particular reason or anything, she just kind of absentmindedly does it as something to do with her hands

-sometimes sara gets really bad headaches or migraines, so when that happens, ava gives sara a really good neck and shoulder massage, just like really gets in there and puts pressure in the exact spots that sara needs it, and it helps relieve sara's headache/migraine so much, sara kinda just melts into it because it feels so good

-back when they still had ava's apartment in DC, sara sometimes would come home after a really long mission/a really long day or day(s), and just collapse on the couch with ava and lay her legs in ava's lap, for no real reason other than that just happened to be the way she dropped herself onto the couch, but ava made it a habit to massage her calves and her feet for a while, just to help her relax and ease the aching muscles. eventually though, everytime, sara would end up with her head laying in ava's lap while ava played with her hair and she pretended like she wasn't dozing off every 5 minutes

-whenever sara has a really bad/rough day and takes it out on some poor unfortunate punching bag, ava will usually find her in the gym working out her frustrations, her knuckles beginning to get pretty bruised and bloody, and in the softest voice, ava is always like "c'mere my love" and coaxes sara away from the punching bag, holds her hands still and massages them gently as a little unspoken way to remind sara to take care of herself and to take a break, so she'll just gently keep massaging sara's hands until she's lead them back to their bedroom where she's got their first aid kit ready to tend to sara's knuckles. it makes sara absolutely melt every single time, but she can never find the words to express how much that simple act means to her

hope this was what you were looking for anon and hope you enjoyed!! again, sorry it took an ungodly amount of time for me to finally actually answer it lol

[rpdepartment]

SCAR-THEMED HEADCANONS

TW for self-harm

how many scars does your muse have?

is there a scar they don't like to talk about?

do they have any "mundane" scars? caused by a paper cuts, falling against a corner, an operation... ?

do they have any childhood scars?

do they have any battle scar?

are they proud of their scar?

do they tend to hide their scar?

which scar was caused by the worst wound?

do they have any funny story related to one or more of their scars?

do they have any scary story related to one or more of their scars?

do they have any scar shaped in a very particular way?

do they like it when people touch their scars?

did they ever come up with some absurd story about their scars?

do they have any scar caused by someone they still have a positive relationship with?

do they have any scar caused by someone they consider an enemy or a rival?

[ TW ] is any scar a reminder of a near-death experience?

[ TW ] do they have any scar caused by self-harming?

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for working with Jake Peralta and he's secretly in love with you...

When you first started at the precinct Jake was immediately attracted to you. At first it was harmless flirting but when he started to get to know you, things slowly became more serious.

Boyle would tease Jake about his crush on you, bigging him up to ask you out but Jake never did - he always chickened out.

Being put on a case with you was always the highlight of the week. He would high five Boyle under the table and would flash you a wide grin and a wink.

Even if he's not on a case with you, he'll offer to help you figure stuff out or help you with the paperwork afterwards which you always appreciate.

Jake's always very complimentary of you, never overstepping a line but always making sure you know how good you are.

He offers advice to you whenever you need it, it's not always good advice or very practical but he offers it anyway.

His main goal every day is to make you smile and make you laugh and he makes damn sure he achieves his goal. He loves your laugh, loves the way your eyes crinkle, loves how happy your smile is.

If there's a promotion available, of course he wants it but he goes into Holt's office and recommends you. He doesn't tell you but you're the best person for the job and he can't sit there and lie to Holt saying that he's the one for the job. It's you that deserves it so he tells Holt just as much.

He's the first person to congratulate you on getting the job. He couldn't have been prouder of you.

"I mean, why wouldn't you get the job you're awesome?!"

It's Holt that spills the secret. He's giving a speech in the bar and lets slip that Jake recommended you.

You can't believe it. You pull Jake aside asking if it's true. He admits it is... When you ask why, he smiles, shrugs and says, "Because it's you, (y/n). It's... It's you."

You start to see Jake in a very different light after that.

[memies]

TIDBITS HEADCANON PROMPT - For multimuse blogs, please specify muse.

How does your muse relax?

Is your muse a good kisser?

Describe your muse’s ideal holiday.

What does your muse wear to sleep?

What does your muse normally wear?

What is your muse’s earliest memory?

Describe how your muse greets others.

Describe what education your muse has.

What plans does your muse have for the future?

What physical trait is emphasized on your muse?

Is your muse good or bad at learning new things? 

What type of music does your muse enjoy listening to?

Would the muse get along with the mun? Why/why not?

What type of music does your muse not enjoy listening to?

What would your muse describe as ‘comfortable clothing’?

Does your muse enjoy snacking? What do they snack on?

Does your muse pour milk before cereal or cereal before milk?

Does your muse prefer to be in the company of others, or alone?

How does your muse sit? Do they take up space, or keep to themselves?

Describe your muse’s nighttime/whenever they get ready for sleep routine.

If your muse were to go on vacation, what would be the first thing they packed?

Is your muse a breakfast person? If yes, what do they normally eat for breakfast?

What is your muse’s ideal environment (e.g. big city, forest, mountains, desert, e.t.c.)?

If social media existed in your muse’s universe, would they be on it? Which plattform/s?

What is your muse’s opinion on gossip? Do they ever gossip, encourage it, discourage it?

What is the first thing your muse does in the mornings? Bonus: Describe their morning routine.

Does your muse pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain?

[rpdemon]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE HEADCANON PROMPTS

HELENA. ; how does your character grieve when a friend or loved one passes away? GIVE 'EM HELL KID. ; who does your character rely on for emotional support? TO THE END. ; what are your character's thoughts on marriage? YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO GUYS LIKE US IN PRISON. ; what is the worst thing your character has ever done? I'M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE). ; what was your character's experience in high school like? if they didn't go to high school, what (if any) kind of education did they receive? THE GHOST OF YOU. ; what would it take for your character to be willing to enlist to fight in a war? THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU. ; does your character have any vices? what is their relationship to their vices like? INTERLUDE ; what is your character's relationship with religion like? THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM. ; what does your character think is the meaning of life? do they believe there is a meaning to life at all? HANG 'EM HIGH. ; what would it take for your character to be willing to die for someone? IT'S NOT A FASHION STATEMENT IT'S A DEATHWISH. ; how vengeful is your character? CEMETERY DRIVE. ; how does your character cope with loneliness? I NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING. ; what secrets is your character keeping?

[thathcwriter]

Headcanon Ask Game: Heart Edition

Send a heart (or a few), and get a headcanon.

❤️: What little thing their partner does makes them fall even deeper in love every time they do it?

💔: What’s something they can’t look at or think about for too long without getting emotional?

❤️‍🩹: What normal or innocuous thing has their past ruined for them? Are they attempting to remedy this?

💕: What seemingly meaningless action of theirs is most beloved by someone close to them? Do they know how much they love it?

💓: What makes them more nervous than it probably should? How do those close to them feel about it?

💘: Do they believe in true love? If so, do they think they found it?

💝: What’s the best physical gift they’ve ever been given?

💗: Who has gained access to their heart fastest? Did anything in particular allow them to do this?

💜: What do they consider to be the bravest thing they’ve ever done? Would those closest to them agree?

🤍: What’s the most difficult moment they’ve ever supported someone through? Does that person know how hard it was on them?

💙: How do they show love when they’re busy, drained, or otherwise unable to show it to the degree they usually do?

💚: If they’re sick or injured, who is the person they want watching over them? What about their comfort do they find so nice?

🖤: What do they want to be remembered for? What do they fear they may be remembered for instead?

💛: From whom do they most want to hear the phrase “I’m proud of you?”

[general-kalani]

Taking in ideas for more abilities for Joseph rn because I can't sleep.

You can set parameters yourself or have me do it I don't mind, I just want to see what his next ability should be to add to the list.

I'll reblog his ability list again tomorrow.