#j's hc

[ithacantrickster]

homesick Odysseus hours

[mncxbe]

# . ݁₊ ⊹When you transferred to Shiratorizawa during your second year you didn't expect to have a full blown crash out in the first week. As a new student, there were many things you needed to take care of— bringing documents back and forth from the secretary's office to the medic to the PE teacher. Just as you were entering the gym to drop off the last papers, the file tucked between your chest and the cup of iced coffee in your hand, scrolling on your phone, a volley ball came crashing against you. You froze, looking down at the coffee spilled over uniform and documents before looking up to see a guy jogging towards you. "Sorry, miss–" he began but you quickly cut him off, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Dude what's wrong with you? Can't you aim?" you huffed angrily, cringing at the feeling of the wet shirt clinging to your skin. "I was literally on the side of the court didn't you see me there?"

And so you went off at the massive guy in front of the whole volleyball team until you eventually stormed out of the gym, your face flushed from anger. Unbeknownst to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima was hooked. Staring aimlessly at your shrinking figure, anxiously grasping the volley ball in his hands, Ushijima tried to make sense of the strange flutter in his chest. And from that day on he followed you around like a puppy, his sharp gaze finding you in the cafeteria during every break. Despite his friends' taunts and comments about how whipped he was for the new mean girl in school he always came to sit by your side, bringing you a little treat— a soda, milk bread or whatever cake the cafeteria was selling that day. You thought it odd at first but figured he wanted to make up for the unfortunate accident on the day you met so you let him stay.

And Ushijima stays, silently at first, looking over your frame with that stoic expression of his, his eyes following your manicured nails tapping relentlessly at your phone. "Do you have something to say or what?" you snap after a few days of this behaviour, looking him over and Ushijima feels dizzy from how pretty you look with your brows pinched together and that angry little pout on your face. "I was wondering if you don't like the fruit cake. You haven't touched it."

You roll your eyes, pushing the cake towards him. "I don't eat kiwi, it's gross." Ushijima nods, staring blankly at the tart as he rubs his hands together. "They don't have anything else today." he begins and before you can spit another biting comment he speaks up again. "Maybe we could grab something else after class? If you want."

The captain's words make you pause for a second, his earnest look softening your anger. You finally notice how nervous he seems, fidgeting under the small table in the cafeteria while waiting for an answer. Then it occurs to you that maybe you are too bitchy to him— after all, why hold a grudge against some guy who you just met? One who was handsome, polite and bought you sweets too. So instead of throwing another scathing remark at him you nod. "Alright. But only if there's no tart."

Ushijima visibly relaxes at your approval, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "Yea, no tart. Got it."

Yea, his friends were right. He was totally whipped.

[petalbcrnes]

oh, i’ve been gone for a few days, but !!! i have a little something for you guys <3 changing up my post’s styles a bit. i’d like to focus on headcanons and small imagines from now on. (dw my series won’t disappear). i just want to try something new! 🌷

a/n: not proofread, this work is sfw. have fun reading. MASTERLIST HERE !!

✹ ꕀ 𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 : ‘ 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽? ’ ( ✦ )

( ✦ ) In a few words, to describe a relationship with Jason Todd would be a fever dream, a reverie you didn't even know you were in until those sea-green eyes hit you like waves; you find yourself wanting to lose yourself in this dream.

Despite being a man with a reputation of a rather not-so-savory kind, he unexpectedly shows the most softness and tenderness for his partner out of all the Bat-boys.

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 ⠀. ᰋ .. 🪻

JASON TODD loves quietly. He's subtle with his affections. The fact he loves you will be shown in the small details that collect over time. You don't even notice it at first. He's not used to expressing his feelings in a way that's obvious to the fleeting eye. Only someone who pays attention would see how utterly devoted your boyfriend is to you.

It's the way Jason always has a hand on the surface of your back or waist, guiding you through crowds or holding you while cooking in the kitchen. The touch serves as a safety net for you and a chain that connects the two of you. He needs you close to him. Your presence in the early morning or even in the busy streets of Gotham City has him feeling even calmer.

Jason devotes himself to learning everything about you. He silently watches you when you talk about the things you enjoy. It's a soothing sound to his ears. He makes sure to keep any important detail you mentioned tucked away in his mind.

The specific drink you like at that coffee place you've grown attached to, that book you've been reading (he's picked it up too, he wants to talk about it with you), what temperature you enjoy your tea, the route you take during your day—do you want that pretty ceramic cup he saw at the shop? He thinks you would. He's getting it for you, because when you're happy—he is too.

🗨️: Sorry, I talk too much.

J: But I want to hear you.

There are moments in your relationship when the confidence Jason tried to show you slowly crumbles around you. He doesn't realize that it's the walls he has built around himself finally disappearing when he's with you.

It's shown in the way he sleeps soundly next to you. The way your touch doesn't send spikes through his skin. The way he's more open talking with you. It comes to him naturally—talking with you all night, words slipping past his lips that he wouldn't trust anyone else with.

Acts of service is an important part of a relationship with Jason. He's up before you are. The hot cup of your favorite drink sits steaming on the counter. He's already fussing around the kitchen, trying to cook up a meal for you. (Keyword, trying. I don't have much faith in his cooking, and neither does he.) He's the first to go out for groceries. His hands are always full of the bags you carry. No matter how many times you reassure him you're okay on your own, he shakes his head. He's doing this because he wants to.

🗨️: It's okay. I can carry them.

J: No, no. It's okay. While we're at it, give me that bag you're holding in your left hand, looks heavy.

🗨️: You literally have five bags already!

He has a habit of resting his head on your shoulder or placing his chin on top of your head when he’s tired. He’ll murmur something like “Five more minutes, babe” if you try to move.

I already mentioned in a previous post that you two are not only lovers. Friends to lovers is the romance I see Jason being in. You're his best friend, and he's yours. You're the first one he looks for in a room because you're the only one who really knows him—in and out. He's Jason Todd to the rest of the world, but to you, he's your Jay. The Jay you met and slowly became friends with. The Jay you spent hours huddled away in a library with. You two discuss books non-stop in hushed whispers. Those whispers slowly turned into something even bigger, something that settled deep in your bones.

Jason adores physical touch, but only from you. He’s the kind of guy who acts grumpy about PDA but will still pull you into his lap when you least expect it. Forehead kisses, temple kisses, pulling you closer by the waist when someone walks too close to you—those are his specialties.

Dates include, you guessed it, library dates, that cozy restaurant you two found, the park during the evening, the homey feel of your shared apartment at midnight while a cheesy romance movie plays in the background, late-night walks around the busy streets while the kaleidoscopic colors of the city dance across your figures. It's all very saccharine sweet and simply soft.

The pet names I see Jason using are: a classic babe, pipsqueak (a more teasing one), a shortened version of your name, and pretty.

Jason isn’t a fan of social media, but he keeps a private account just to follow you. He never posts, never likes anything, but he’s always watching. If you post a picture of yourself, he’ll send a text: “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Might be surprising to some, but he's a big gossiper. He's talking about everyone and everything with you. It's a monthly talk you guys have. Basically, gossip buddies.

Arguments are rare with Jason. I've already mentioned that love with him is a process of boundaries and promises to take things slow. I think the two of you don't cross any lines.

Even if something happens, he cannot bear to get mad at you. You're his person, his other half. It ends with apologies, and he needs to be in your presence for the next few days (like a cat with separation anxiety, following you from room to room).

God forbid someone threatens you in any way. Which in itself is rare, because of the automatic scary boyfriend privileges you have. Though, if someone is foolish enough to try, all you need is to give Jason permission, and the person is getting into big trouble.

He likes to write little notes for you. Slipping them into your book, sticking them on the bathroom mirror, or tucking them into your pocket. They range from “Don’t forget to eat” to “You looked so pretty this morning, I almost forgot how to breathe.”

He walks you to class. Shyly, he takes your hand in his and has a small celebration in his mind that he managed to do it. Off you two go, strolling through the campus as if it's your own world.

I think Jason would playfully tease you too. He's your best friend and now boyfriend. It's a requirement now. That's where the pipsqueak pet name comes from. He enjoys your reactions, the little huffs of exasperation or the way you try (and fail) to glare at him.

If he ever catches you crying, Jason immediately goes into comfort mode. He might not always have the right words, but his arms are strong, his voice is gentle, and he’ll hold you as long as you need.

🗨️: You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be okay.

J: I know you will. But I want to be here.

Jason is so in love with you, it’s ridiculous.

But at the end of the day, despite all the teasing, all the quiet acts of love, all the soft whispers and quiet mornings, Jason Todd is just a man who loves you with everything he has. And he always will.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. 🌷 ♥︎

© petalbcrnes | all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are not allowed to be reposted, translated, or modified.

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[married-to-google-translater]

Skully J. Graves relationship toughs

Skully would really love you.

You would be his phone wallpaper/lock screen.

Most likely, he would ask you to dress up in a cute Halloween costume.

Skully's two greatest loves~

Definitely the type who would remember all the details of your relationship.

Skully would normally be a polite gentleman.

He would love to hold your hand and would definitely kiss it a lot.

You'd better like halloween because Skully would talk about it a lot.

Halloween season is his favorite.

It would also be a time when you would dig pumpkins together and scare people~

He would really appreciate your relationship.

[fromdove]

MY JASON TODD PHYSICAL APPEARANCE HEADCANONS !

welcome to my ted talk. go ahead and sit your semi-literate goblin ass down and take notes, because i am about to paint you a portrait of this man so vivid you’ll think i dipped my brush in the lazarus pit itself.

HETEROCHROMIA. one blue eye & one green eye. im a very big and firm believer on this. this is my religion. this is my prayer. jason todd's eyes are my gospel, and I am the devoted disciple on my knees at the altar. he's always had them, before the lazarus pit & AFTER the lazarus pit. (although after the lazarus pit id like to point out that his eyes got a bit brighter especially the green!). i saw fanart once of this—just one image—and it was enough to send me into a trance. my jaw unhinged like a snake

LARGE SHARP ALMOND EYES. eyes sharp enough to cut!! real real real. sharp enough to gut someone in an alley. you get looked at by him and feel like you need to apologize for crimes you haven’t committed yet. yup that. they soften when he looks at you tho bc ur his amazing angel faced baby.

HIS GODDAMN JAWLINE. the kind you see on statues. could cut diamonds. so perfect. brutal. Pythagoras would rise from the grave with a boner, calculator in hand, shaking and crying overwhelmed by the sheer geometry of him. drooling. weeping & erect.

6'4!!!!!!!!!! MY MAN IS TALL. A GIANT. GARGANTUAN. and that’s the final word. idgaf. don’t come in here with that “canon says he’s 6’0” nonsense. fuck canon. canon is a lie built by cowards. they've screwed up my babies too many times to count. my Jason ducks under door frames and casts shadows over people trying to insult him. he intimidates every man in a ten-mile radius just by standing up.

BULKY. (not crazy bulky like those steroid obsessed body builder protein-powder-in-the-veins monstrous freaks but still jacked af. (like in this picture: click here and here) . he’s jacked like a Greek statue, like a renaissance painting of a war god.

white streak. white streak 24/7 for the rest of infinity. all night. every universe. every reboot. i don’t care. Non-negotiable. he got it from the one and only pit. he tried to cut it, dye it, tried everything to get rid of it at first but it just kept growing back and the dye would never work on it somehow ??/ so he just gave up lmao

OKOK his nose. my fave nose to picture jason with is an sightly upturned nose with a bump in the middle. do you guys know what kind of nose im yappin about? here is a visual: click here

ive seen fanart with jason with the j scar and i just think it fits his character and backstory. yes it was from that makeup-smeared tragedy of a circus reject. but fuck him!! this is about jason peter todd. my baby is still hot af anyways so.

SHARP CANINES. BITE ME WITH THEM. LORDDD MOTHERR GODDD. Carnivore-coded. was he born with them? is it a lazarus thing? either way theyre sharp little bastards. He tries to be careful, he reallyyy does but sometimes, mid-kiss, they slip. he nips you. he pulls back, eyes wide, guilt-ridden. you’re breathless. he spews like a million apologizes coz the last thing he wants to do it hurt u. but u dont care bc it feels so goddamn good... STOP ME)

Full lips that look like they’re always swollen from a brawl or a kiss.. with a slight cupids bow. god. yes. the corners/edges of his mouth are sharp (does that make sense?? help). he also has scars extending from the corners that look like smiles, they only stretch a few centimeters out. not that long at all. joker’s parting gift, poetic as it is cruel. OH AND he has the Toji scar !!! this one right here: click here

dark brown hair thats wavy & fluffy heeheheh (2c textured.) not straight, not curly, that luscious in-between mess that stays tousled and tragic and stupidly sexy no matter what. fluffy. thick. ruffles in the wind like he's some sad, angry prince. you run your hands through it and he pretends he doesn’t melt. he is NAWT a victim of the male pattern baldness epidemic. bye no no no no he doesnt bald thanks to the lazarus pit.

THICK DARK & FULL STRAIGHT BROWSSS. IDCCC THIS MAN HAS THICK BROWS. These brows have seen things. They furrow when he’s pissed (which is like always lmao), They’re intimidating, god-tier brows kinda brows. oh oh and theyre also kind of upturned !

his fingers. jesusususususus. Veiny. Long-fingered. Calloused. Worn. His knuckles are always scabbed (from fights). His nails are short, His fingers could snap a neck, but you just want them on your throat for different reasons. And the rings? Thick, heavy, sharp. Some brass. Some iron. they double as weapons. like i just know if someone pisses him off the rings are going to hurt like straight up fucking hell.

this man has long lashes. like long enough to collect dew. Thick enough to cast shadows. curled at the tips. his lashes are criminal. like wtf. theyre the kind that make mascara cry. they frame his eyes and face perfectly

scars all over. he has the autopsy scar on his chest, he has scars on his back too. his face, arms, legs, everywhere. bullet grazes, knife cuts etc..his entire body is a war journal basically

he has eye bags and dark circles which is a given considering what he does and his lack of sleep. They're not “oh, I pulled an all-nighter” eye bags, theyre bruised purpulish blue with a bit of red. u can seen some veins. his eye bags r a little puffy. this paired with his sharp eyes make him look very very intimidating to others but not to u, bc wdym intimidating? he's my angel?? he would never hurt a fly?? tf?

a few extra's!!:

A slight scar on his eyebrow from a fall off a fire escape in crime alley when he was 12. Never stitched it (despite the constant nagging from bruce & alfred). he said the blood made him look cool. (my angel baby i love him)

a voice that’s deeper than you expect. gravelly. like he chewed cigarettes for breakfast and chased them with glass. but it dips soft when he says your name. unbearably soft. traitorously tender.

faint cigarette burn on the inside of his left forearm. from back when he thought pain might be the only thing that made him real. said it was an accident. it wasn’t.

A barely-there tremor in his right hand. Old injury. Nerve damage.

[bananafire11]

He has arriiiived. I think i got almost everyones suggestions.... oh and wretched is there too

[curiouslymyown]

Remus Lupin uses the word ‘fuck’ like a comma

[spacegoblin2106]

James: you alright Moony?

Remus: yeah, fine

James:

Remus: …ok, maybe not fine fine

James: anything i can help with?

Remus: no.. yes, I mean… not, ugh

Remus: can you do the thing?

Remus: please?

James *hugs Remus*

Remus *stiffens then melts into James’ arms*

James: I’ve got you Rem

Remus: thanks Jamie

[petalbcrnes]

✴ ‎ ❝ 𝓙𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 headcanons ❞

── SYNOPSIS: what is 𝓙𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐃 like when he’s jealous?

── 💬 a/n: finally wrote smút again,, anywho i’ve had this hcs idea stored in the back of my head for some time and here we are ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

⋮ ⌗ DIRECTORY .ᐟ.ᐟ b. wayne version .ᐟ.ᐟ

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 ⠀. ᰋ ..

𝓢𝐅𝐖 ₊˚⊹

Jason is a man who has clawed to keep anything resembling tenderness in his life. He tries to keep anything soft and comforting to him close and away from prying eyes.

One of those things is you—you with your saccharine sweet words and smile, one you direct at him. Delicate hands you use to softly touch him and cup his cheeks as if he is deserving of it. You walk with him with hands intertwined and leaning into him, and he can't help getting addicted to that sweetness.

God forbid someone threatens the sanctuary he has found with you. It could be someone looking at you for a longer time than the norm. Or someone grazing you with their touch. Or them trying to make you laugh with jokes that seem a little too forced.

It's not as if Jason will use force right then and there. There's no overflowing feeling of anger there at first.

The first thing he feels is actually fear. Insecurities fire awake, and then that turns into a churning feeling of jealousy.

He'll make his way over to you, wherever you are. He'll wrap an arm protectively around you. His hand slowly drifts from your shoulders to your lower back, and you can feel him sink into your skin through the fabric.

Through a tense smile, he'll look at you, already feeling your presence soften him. "You alright, babe?" He'll put emphasis on the pet name and relish in the way the person's face morphs into a frown.

Though he quickly forgets them and sinks into your hold like a koala. You could tease him for it if you want to see him even more frustrated and flustered.

You could push him, and the patience he has might run out.

𝓝 𝐒𝐅𝐖 ₊˚⊹

When you two get home, Jason's not even waiting for you to lay down your belongings. He already has his hands pawing at your clothed skin, desperate and wanting more.

He'll break the contact once every few seconds to beg you to say you're his: "All of you, you're mine, right?" It starts off with a tone that borders on a whine, and then it slowly changes.

He would kiss you breathless. It's sloppy, teeth clashing into each other. It's desperate more than anything else. He wants and more so needs to prove that the two of you only belong to each other.

After getting your consent to do so, he has you thrown over his shoulder, already heading for the bedroom.

He has you mewling while his head rests between your legs like it's heaven. He eats like a man starved, chin drenched in your slick, even moaning into your cunt. He'll flick your puffy clit every second to feel you twitch in his hold.

He has his hands gripping your thighs. He'll encourage you to try and close them, feeling the soft skin around his head just eggs him on to devour you even more.

After he has you dizzy with pleasure just from his tongue, he climbs on top of you, and you realize he's not done with you yet.

He'll have you repeating his name over and over, asking him to finally bring you to that edge; the pleas escape your tongue so easily.

He could never say no to you.

Plus, the way you beckon him by wrapping your legs around his hips and lower back, bringing him closer to your weeping cunt, has him already seeing stars.

And when he finally feels your velvet warm walls wrap around his cock—Jason swears he can see galaxies under his eyelids.

Grunts, moans, and whines. He's more vocal than normally. The room sounds and smells like sex.

He thrusts into you like he's been pulled away from your cunt for months.

After the mind numbing climax, Jason will melt into you. He'll lay on top of you like a blanket. He'll hide his blushing face in the crook of your neck, only now realizing how desperate he'd been.

Though you couldn't really complain, and neither could he.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. ♥︎

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[twstyuna]

First year thoughts

Blanks below if anyone wants them

One is transparent

[butterflyscribbles]

What do the boys do when it's just them and their mama, maddie?

Sonic:

Spa day no doubt. One Sunday a month they both drop everything and spend the day on self care. She brushes his quills in all the hard to reach spots (lowkey takes him back to when Longclaw used to preen him and he melts) and he practices braiding her hair (Jojo has been teaching him).

They paint nails/claws respectively (Sonic would be lowkey embarrassed and say his claws are naturally that bright green under his gloves if anyone found out but shh their secret). Bundled up in fleece robes and surrounded in warm, sweet smelling soaps n such. Maddie is the only one he actively seeks out to just…..chill with. He will with Tom too but he has more fun out romping and getting into trouble with him. Maddie specializes in helping him slow down and relax because sometimes he forgets to. He’s getting better at yoga too thanks to her help.

Knuckles:

Oh baby he is her shadow…

Once he settles into their home (and finally understands he doesn’t need to protect it from everyday construction workers and door to door salesmen) he is insistent on helping pull his own weight around the house, literally in most cases. He’ll accompany her to the grocery store and help around her office at work. He likes horses a lot. What proud and majestic creatures they are!!

Loves watching her cook and is adamant about helping do so himself, with varying degrees of success. He’s even more into yoga than Sonic too. She also used to read to Sonic when he was first brought in. He kind of outgrew it and Tails tears through their collection on his own. Knuckles however…he cherishes the nights where she doesn’t work late and they can continue their book of the month together. His tribe would tell stories around a fire during colder months and it’s a comfort and ritual he didn’t realize he missed so much.

Tails

Where Knuckles is her shadow trailing behind her, Tails is attached at the hip. When they are alone together it’s infodump time, Maddie with biology/ecology and Tails engineering/aerodynamics. The nerding out overlaps when they talk astronomy. Maddie dabbles in it as a hobby and they study the stars together under her telescope.

Tails loves cleaning if you can believe it. Brings him a sense of peace and meditation which Maddie totally gets. They’ll often tackle a part of the house together, find some random junk in the garage or basement and then spend the next few hours talking about where it came from. Sometimes they take a night to do coloring books, just for funsies. She finds Tails is a quiet artist type on the side.

If she’s got all three for the day, she’ll take em to the skate park to blow off steam. Believe it or not she strikes me as someone who roller skated everywhere in college and still has some moves left, leaving her boys slack jawed in awe.

[acid-ixx]

— masterlist !

dick tries to get to talk to you one day without you refusing to look him in the eyes, so he asks you why you're just so afraid of talking to him eye-to-eye, but instead of expecting you to rebut with something along the lines of their neglect towards you and your hesitation to receive their love after years of loneliness, to which he's already carefully curated a perfect response to ensure you're not a burden they choose to take, at least, in his mind is a perfectly good plan—

you instead look back at him and yelp at just how wide his stare is towards you, hands itching to grapple at your body that long since you rejected his offer for a cuddle, as the very first thing that comes out of your mouth is:

"you have miley cyrus' blue eyes," running away just as quickly as you mutter those words before it registers in dick's mind.

[applepixls]

tango asked skizz if he wanted to make out in a recent stream

he looks so proud of himself

at 1:35:50~ in tango's vod "New Science! The Flying Pot Smashers!

[hiding-under-the-willow]

"Put on the lab coat science boy!" I cheer while half of the fandom is still reeling from the minor skin changes he's already made