#kind of a headcanon lol

[v-lilith-v]

[photo id: a graphite drawing i did of Amandla Stenberg as Rue as a woodland fairy. her dress is a bodice of fern and moss, and a skirt of larger leaves and more moss. her hair is in goddess locs and her wings are luna moth wings. /end id]

[essycogany]

SonAmy Headcanons

Because why not.

This is how I personally see their relationship. I’ll try to keep it somewhat accurate to how they’d act canonically. I’d say where they are now is great, but I’d like to add a few things. Some of these may or may not be influenced by other amazing creators.

You are free to steal if you want.

Sonic and Amy mostly act like a couple in private areas or when they think no one is paying attention. They might tell a few of their friends, but often try to keep things discreet. Even if their overall relationship isn’t different in a third person’s perspective.

Tails: “You two sure you’re not still friends or are you actually together?”

Sonic And Amy: “Yes!”

Sonic’s the most chill and casual boyfriend and shows a good amount of affection. Amy is an overjoyed and loving girlfriend who shows a huge amount of affection.

Amy does her best to not tell most people about her and Sonic. Making an effort to call him her “best friend.” Sonic doesn’t mind it much, even saying it’s “not a big deal.” Leaving Amy confused.

Sonic tells whoever he feels like telling that Amy’s his girlfriend without thinking and thinks it’s funny when she’s shocked about it.

The hedgehogs are unsure of what normal couple standers are. They usually already know what works for them. Except who they should tell.

Sonic shows affection by kissing Amy on the hand and hugging her. When feeling extra, he carries her and takes her out on a run. Amy shows affection by constant cheek kissing, hugging, and ear rubbing. (which he pretends to not enjoy but does.)

Examples:

These and basically everything that happened between them recently are what I have in mind in terms of physical affection.

Instead of kissing they touch each other’s cheeks.

Sonic (being a casual boyfriend) puts his arm around Amy’s shoulder indistinctively in public.

Both hedgehogs forget how they got together. All they remember is it happening.

They enjoy having tea with Cream in order to hang out more. And to spend time with Cream of course.

Amy instantly starts cooking more food after Sonic finishes eating.

Sonic and Amy love gardening and cooking together after defeating Eggman.

Amy admires Sonic’s knowledge about plants, guitars, and books. Sonic admires Amy’s optimistic side whenever she geeks out about silly stuff.

Their brief arguments stems to worrying about one another or what cake tastes better.

Sonic’s favorite times with Amy are when he teases her and she chases after him.

Amy laughs at Sonic’s jokes. Even when they’re not funny.

They both find bungee-jumping romantic and relaxing.

Amy and Sonic plays with each other’s quills when they’re bored.

The best dates are when they’re on dangerous adventures. Sometimes dates aren’t fun when nothing crazy happens. On those days, they go find trouble to be satisfied. But normal dates can be cool if it means they get to travel together.

Amy mostly sends gifts on holidays and Sonic gives gifts when she doesn’t expect it.

Sonic only dresses up when Amy reminds him. Amy doesn’t mind if he forgets because she ends up buying him outfits. She even makes Sonic a red hoodie and he wears it a lot.

When apart for a long time, they write each other letters.

Sonic randomly comes over Amy’s place at any time of day without warning. She acts as if she doesn’t like it, but really enjoys the company of her boyfriend.

On movie nights, Amy and Sonic always forget how long Sonic stays and ends up sleeping on the couch together with one head on top of the other. The same thing happens when they go outside for a “short run,” and end up sleeping outside.

The blue blur’s way of saying “I love you” back to Amy is by using sign language or saying “right back at ya.” He’ll eventually start saying “I love you,” later on. Which surprises Amy to no end when he does it out of nowhere.

The romance Sonic and Amy have isn’t only romance, but an updated version of their friendship. The ability to still be their own people even when in different places. Sonic and Amy are a power couple whose love for adventure strengthens their love for each other. The hedgehogs are equally as happy as when they were close friends. That is what keeps them attached.

That’s a rap! This most likely will never happen, but I don’t mind. Them officially being friends with crushes on each other is stellar and I’m satisfied with it.

[anistarrae]

shadow bandee design i made awhile ago :D (jan 17th, 24)

i feel like mirror bandee would be very skilled without putting the effort in, getting where they are by power, instead of earning it through putting the work in. this would lead to them becoming over-confident and become the cause their biggest weakness. a friend pointed out this would mirror dedede in the beginning of the series too!

[eemamminy-art]

I love to think of the exarch being gaunt and thin and sickly looking, so consumed by duty and guilt and literally consumed by crystal that he loses passion in eating.

But then G'raha is full and round and healthy and he wants to try every single food he can and enjoy life 🥰

[miahasahardname]

finds character i relate to immensely, immediately starts projecting

[unknownsigils]

happy pride!

[babacontainsmultitudes]

So it was established in the last episode that Taylor still believes in Santa (tbh I wouldn't be surprised if it's come up prior to this ep too but anyways-) so... Do you think (saint) Nicky been has portalling in every year since the betrayal to sneak in a gift for his son amongst the pile? That Cassandra doesn't even notice because it's just one among the many many presents she herself has bought and wrapped? But every year without fail... Taylor gets one gift that simply says "from: Nick" and well, obviously that has to mean it's from Santa (a conclusion which Nicky expects him to come to, and why he can sign his name at all, though he misses when he could just write "dad"). And one year when he's still quite young, a sleepy little Taylor actually catches Nicky in the act, and Nicky wishes more than anything that he could just *stay*, but instead he only softly tells Taylor to go back to bed, and Taylor thinks that Santa is a lot younger and a bit sadder than he expected, but what's he gonna do- not listen to Santa Claus? So he smiles meekly at the man he does not know to be his father, and hurriedly heads back to his room.

Also yes of course Nicky eats the fucking cookies left out of course he's not gonna pass up on free cookies (which are home-baked to top it off) come on that's a given.

[autisticlancemcclain]

Could you explain your position on Shallura? Since Allura was established as a teenager when she started dating Lance and Shiro was very clearly an adult. I can understand the bi shiro headcannon but the shallura thing worries me

i am going to remind yall that i have been in this fandom since 2016. and in the early seasons, allura was not established as a teenager. in fact she was coded as older, as closer to shiro's age -- there was a specific divide between her and the younger paladins that she did not have with shiro. they made her younger (both explicitly and in mannerisms) as the show went on. and i do not give a fuck about voltron like...post s4 and i didn't even watch s7-8. so like. especially with older fics, im going to enjoy shallura.

[quinn-pop]

the return of my dedede wedding headcanon

he likes to keep it lighthearted and sweet; most of why people like having him officiate is because of his charisma. he’s great at handling whatever situation and usually good at ad libbing. and he genuinely loves doing it because well. it’s a party and it’s about people caring for each other, what’s not to love?

(tbh he probably tries to hide how much he cries at weddings but he just really likes love lol)

also! dreamland culture is kinda complicated, being made up of so many species from all over and who knows where, so there are a lot of different wedding traditions and no one way to do it

anyway, silly art

i just really felt like drawing something soft

[gatorlovebot]

continuation of this blurb here. also important to read this blurb. read the rest of my king!simon blurbs here.

you needed an escape, a moment of reprieve from all the political talk. one of the downsides of accompanying simon everywhere was that you had to sit in on every single one of his boring meetings with his advisors and court members. land negotiations, peace treaties, civil disputes, blah, blah, blah. you didn’t understand most of it, words going in one ear and out the other. you needed just a moment outside of this suffocating room.

it’s almost as if the universe was listening to you, or maybe it was just simon wanting to put you out of your suffering for a moment. he nudged his empty tea cup towards you and you jumped at the opportunity to leave. you excuse yourself quietly and gingerly walk down the corridors to the kitchen, taking your time. 

you go through the motions of making simon’s tea just as he likes it, something that had become muscle memory to you years ago. you rub at your shoulders as you let the tea bag steep, soothing out tension from sitting in an uncomfortable chair for hours. simon would be wanting lunch soon, the meeting wouldn’t go on for much longer, you tried to convince yourself as you made the walk back to the grand hall. 

as you made your way to the door, you spotted simon’s new secretary leaving the room. when he spotted you approaching, a timid smile appeared across his lips. “i was hoping to catch you.”

you two hadn’t really gotten off on the right foot, him making a witless joke about your relationship to simon right in front of you. but you didn’t have the energy to continue to be angry at him, you were still reeling from the visit by the southern royals, who had only left a few days prior. you had all these complicated feelings towards simon and that fucking princess, you hadn’t really had time to think or care about simon’s new secretary. 

you did have to admit though, that despite his poor attempt at a joke, he was doing a much better job than simon’s previous secretary. the duties of a secretary were quite simple and mostly involved writing, not talking. so far, during the meeting, he had kept his few comments quick and concise. unlike simon’s former secretary, who could ramble on and on until someone stopped him. 

you plastered on a pleasant and polite smile, “and what can i do for you, secretary?”

“just a moment of your time, perhaps,” you nodded for him to continue, “i ,again, just wanted to apologize for my derogatory comment when we first met. i had let an ignorant assumption of you cloud my judgment and for that i’m very sorry.”

you had to admit that he seemed genuine and that it may do you a bit of good to accept the apology so as to create a pleasant working relationship between the two of you. the secretary had been brought on to staff right before the arrival of the southern king, so you two had not worked as closely because of the visit. but now with the southern royals gone you and the secretary would be consulting about simon’s affairs regularly. 

“i appreciate your apology, sir, it means a lot for you to admit your poor judgment.” you replied, genuinely. it did mean a lot to you, having to endure years and years of rumors spread around the castle about you without anyone taking into consideration you or your feelings. it was refreshing to hear someone state so clearly that they were wrong about you.

all he did was give you a subtle nod, moving out of the way of the doors before responding, “i’m looking forward to working more closely with you, my dear.” and with that he walked past you down the corridor. 

you made your way back into the room, back into your chair to the right of simon. you quietly placed the tea cup in front of him and as he reached for it your fingers touched for just a moment. it was your first moment of physical contact with him since he had taken out the princess. you pulled your hand back abruptly and tried to casually sit back down. 

“thank you, love.” simon remarked, taking a sip.

the meeting hadn’t gone that much longer, simon wrapping everything up with a simple declaration that he was craving lunch. as you gathered your’s and his things you were again approached by the secretary.

his voice was quiet, “another moment of your time, my dear?”

you noticed the documents in his hand, not too excited to talk business after hours of mind numbing discussion over the king’s affairs. before you could respond you heard simon’s booming voice from the door.

“ay, it’s lunch time, love.” love. you wanted to roll your eyes at him. he was standing in the threshold of the room, impatiently waiting for you to join him so you could accompany him to lunch. he didn’t even wait for you to gather your things and yet he’s standing there demanding you join him? 

“oh, your majesty, i was just hoping to go over the itinerary for your upcoming trip with her.” the secretary explained, gesturing to the documents in his hand as explanation. 

simon looked perturbed, his brows furrowed. you couldn’t help but find it humorous, how easily he was irritated by someone pushing back against his wishes even just a little bit. 

“just small details, your highness, it will just take a few minutes. i promise she’ll be joining you soon.” the secretary reassured and you didn’t think it would work on simon. he hasn’t wanted you out of his sight as of late, much to your dismay. 

simon gave you a long, hard look before finally shrugging his shoulders. “don’t complain to me when your food is cold.” and with that he turns down the corridor. 

and this is how he’s been for the past few days, hot and cold. one minute he’s complimenting you and the next he’s being a right prick. you roll your eyes and try to relax the tension out of your shoulders. “sorry for him.” you don’t know why you’re apologizing on simon’s behalf, somewhat of a reflex at this point when simon is in one of his moods.

“no need for apologies, dear.” he assures you with a charming smile. shuffles the papers in his hands and considers them for a moment before setting them back down on the table. “i must admit my intentions are not to go over some itinerary with you.”

your brows furrow in confusion, what else could he possibly need from you then? 

“i wanted to get you alone to ask you something,” he reveals. the rest of the room had cleared out, the rest of simon’s men either going to lunch or other meetings. if it was any of simon’s other men you might have been nervous to be left alone, but you wanted to give simon’s new secretary a chance. “you take care of the king, and you do it very well, but who takes care of you?”

you don’t even understand the question at first, who takes care of you? what’s there to take care of? “myself, i’d suppose.” you finally settle on.

“so, there’s no one that picks out your clothes in the morning? or washes your hair at night?” of course not, you want to say but you’re so unsure of the situation now that you just shake your head. “so,” he lowers his voice, deep. “even at night there’s no one in your bed to take care of you?”

it’s an obvious come on, something that doesn’t happen very often to you but when it does you usually feel an awful pit in your stomach afterwards. but, right now you don’t feel dread or disgust. but his dark eyes and sultry voice are definitely making you feel something. you barely whisper out a, “no” at his question, almost stunned at the situation you’ve found yourself in. 

he moves, minutely, to stand in front of you, your back coming into contact with the edge of the table behind you. he reaches up and touches his fingertips along your dress, tracing your hips, a whisper of a touch. “would you like there to be someone to take care of you, dear?”

you desperately want to say yes, want to fall easily into your own desires. you’d never felt wanted before and you didn’t want this overwhelming feeling of want to go away. but then your mind betrayed you and made you think of the one reason why you had never allowed yourself to be propositioned in the past: simon. there was a cruel part of you that wanted, no needed, to be loyal to your king. a part that would never understand that you could never have him. in this moment you hated that part, but ultimately you listened to it. 

you also had to think about the potential of your little rendezvous with the secretary getting around the castle, getting back to simon. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how that would change your relationship. “i need you to understand that i would, i would like that,” you stressed to him, “but i can’t.” 

his face falls and so do his hands from your body. he takes a small step back, making some distance between the two of you. he takes a long look at your face, “i understand completely.” he affirms and with that you feel even worse. it would have been easier if he was an asshole about it, then you could get upset with and storm off. but now you were just left to look at the disappointment he was trying to hide from his face. 

“i’m sorry-” you begin but he raises a hand, stopping you.

“no, no, no,” he tuts, “nothing to be sorry for, you have your reasons and i accept them.” he takes one of your hands, just long enough to give it a gentle squeeze, “the offer still stands, don’t hesitate to call for me.” 

maybe you would. maybe at some point you would gather up the courage to finally do something for yourself for once and not stress yourself out over the potential consequences. you gave him a gracious smile before making your way out the doors again, knowing that simon would be getting rather impatient.

“i thought you said my food would be cold by the time i got here.” you stated flatly as the maid laid out a hot try of food in front of you after you sat down at the dining table, next to simon. he was already halfway through his meal and barely paid you any mind when you finally made your way to the table, instead reading over some documents. his little mood swings were getting to you.

“i said not to complain if your food was cold," he corrected, not taking his eyes off the document in hand, “not that it would be cold.”

you decide not to bring up the fact that he had to command one of the maids to wait until you had arrived to serve you, not wanting to start a petty little argument about how he actually cared. instead you just dug into your meal, feeling famished after a long morning. you wouldn’t describe the silence between you two as being comfortable, as it usually was, but you didn’t allow it to get to you. sitting up from your chair to reach across the table to grab the salt, opting to do it yourself instead of asking simon for help.

the silent tension of the room is cut by the unexpected arrival of simon’s secretary. your cheeks burn at his presence, your mind playing his words over again from just a few moments ago.

“your royal highness, i’m so sorry to interrupt,” he declared, making his way over to the dining table where you still stood. “but i just need your signature on one of these documents from earlier before i take it down to the post.” 

he stands between you and simon, handing the document over to simon along with a fountain pen. it only took simon a moment to scrawl his signature along the parchment, before he was passing the paper and pen back to the secretary with only a grunt in response. “thank you for your time, much appreciated, your highness.” he bows his head, something that he does ironically now, and as he passes you to leave, his hand momentarily caresses your waist.

just a small touch, but somehow simon notices it. “ay,” he barks, “no need to touch the fucking lady.”

the secretary’s eyes widened in shock before stuttering out an apology, “you’re right, your majesty, so sorry to the both of you.” and with that he makes a quick exit from the dining room. 

you huff before sitting again, cutting simon an incredulous look. “you didn’t have to bite the man’s head off, your highness.” you scolded.

his eyes furrow in indignation, “oh, what, should i just let all my men touch on you like that?”

“no, but you don’t-”

he’s quick to interrupt you, “well, i already know you let the guard touch up on you.”

you jaw drops in shock at his accusation. you knew that he had spotted you and the guard arm and arm when you two were accompanying him and the princess, but for him to imply that there was more to it? you were shocked, you were hurt. “it wasn’t like that and you know it.” you snipe back, letting your devastation at his words manifest in disdain. “and besides, why do you even care? shouldn’t you be more worried about your little princess?”

you knew the words are too revealing the moment they leave your mouth, but you’re too incensed to even care. why was he being so cruel? why was he pushing you like this? you never liked to fight with him because he could be so mean.

“oh, the princess? well, i said ‘fuck you’ to that princess the day she said that if i were to ever wed her i would have to cut you loss.” he snarls before sinking back into his chair with a frustrated huff. 

your anger deflates at his confession. earlier that day, during the meeting, he had claimed that a courtship between him and the princess would not be possible, but he never gave a reason. you had never imagined that reason being you. it wasn’t a confession of his feelings for you, but it was an allusion to them. 

you both are quiet for a long moment, bodies sagging as the adrenaline from the sudden fight drains out of you two. you awkwardly push around food on your plate, suddenly not hungry anymore, as you try to come up with words to say to him. 

“after that little display, i put that guard on night duty.” simon reveals quietly, out of nowhere, eyes still on his plate.

you had made a mental note, the day after the garden walk, that simon’s guard had been replaced with one that you hadn’t known as well. it was frustrating, to say the least. the new guard wasn’t as talkative, took his job too seriously. he wasn’t any kind of reprieve from having to follow around simon and the princess for days. but the petty move wasn’t surprising, simon had all the power and he liked to use it as he pleased. 

“why?” you questioned, curious as to what kind of answer he’d give you.

his dark eyes met yours, face open and honest as he reaches across the table to grab one of your hands. his grip is loose, you could easily pull your hand away, but you can’t find it in yourself too. his hands are warm, fingertips calloused against your soft skin, you can’t tell if he’s stalling. he finally opens his mouth, “when it comes to you, i don’t know how to stop being a jealous prick.”

his words don’t bring you as much comfort as you were hoping, jealousy doesn’t mean love. “simon,” you take a moment to collect yourself when your voice begins to waver. “you can’t be jealous and controlling of someone who you won’t even claim as yours.”

shock flashes across his face, seemingly not prepared for you to say something like that. you wiggle your hand from out of his grasp before standing up from the table. “you don’t have anything else planned today besides dinner later tonight, i think it might be for the best if we spent the time between now and then apart.” you declare, holding your ground.

he chuckles, hollowly, “distance isn't the answer to our problem, love.”

“you’re right, but the only one who can answer our problem is you, your highness.” you had devoted yourself to simon years ago, and now it was his turn to decide if he was devoted to you. 

[jojo-schmo]

Just Admit It- Part 1

I've been playing around with possible friendship dynamics of the Beast Council for fun!! I love imagining what kind of childhood they could have in the Forgotten Land all together.

What if Carol and Sillydillo are the fun-loving extroverts? Leon is the introverted one who's been smitten by Carol for a really really long time but he's too shy about it? And Gori is the friend who is an excellent observer and will bluntly tell you what he thinks (and maybe has a tendency to get grumpy when things aren't easily going his way).

Somewhat of a prequel to this other doodle comic about Leon and Carol- everyone here is still a kid ^_^

Part 2

[plistommy]

You asked for a sub and I delivered. You know Steve, right?

[spookberry]

and they were teammates

[purgatorei]

sigh

[jetaloen]

volo meeting rohan's dad

[marvey-sideblog]

Law firm Specter Ross represent gay club in Seattle