#or mass headcanons

[propussyslayer]

harry: tell me about my parents, professor. did you and my father get along?

remus:

remus, who shared his first kiss with james while high: well we weren't that close but

[incognitoduck11]

more fuffy textposts because they're just like me fr

(gay and clinically depressed)

[moss-on-a-pebble]

Shoutout to Verity Gavèlle: one of the only parents in the Ace Attorney franchise that isn't evil, absent, or dead.

Bonus doodle:

(Trucy is referring to her magic acts lol)

[baekhyoris]

bf!shisui who is a golden retriever in a clan full of black cats.

bf!shisui who's primary love language is physical touch. who—when alone with you—can't keep his hands off of you. who finds it so cute when you give him a hug before he heads out on a mission. who always whispers "one more," whenever he's caught up with kissing you. it's never just one more with him.

bf!shisui who's an absolute menance that loves teasing you. it's one of his favorite pasttimes.

bf!shisui who's second language is quality time. who loves nothing more than to be at home with you and just be. who in those moments, doesn't feel like shushin no shisui, the shinobi who has a flee on sight order. for a moment, he allows himself to forget about everything related to his life as a shinobi and simply focus on the feeling of you in his arms.

bf!shisui who loves when you play with his hair. who can spend the entire day laying on your lap and let your gentle fingers scratch at his scalp. he'll insist that he won't fall asleep on your lap this time, but he always does.

bf!shisui who regularly trains with you (if you're a shinobi). who takes great pleasure in pinning you to the ground and can't help but tease you when you squirm and try and break free from his grip. expect a kiss on the nose during these instance, his playfullness coming out.

bf!shisui who never thought domestic life would be so sweet. waking up next to you every morning, greeted with the sight of your relaxed, sleeping face. who holds you from behind whenever you're cooking. and whenever he doesn't have any missions, is purposely slow with eating just to indulge in the simplicity as long as possible.

bf!shisui who keeps dates simple, but meaningful. who's favorite is when he would take you out to a small clearing in the outskirts of village, lay down next to you and watch as the stars. who is much more interested in watching your face, illuminated by the moonlight.

bf!shisui who can read you like a book, perseptive to the point you wondered—one more than one occasion—if he can somehow read your mind. you can't hide anything from him. who's incredibly attentive, notices the smallest things like if you have a new favorite food, or if you got a new pair of sandals. it comes to a point where it feels like he knows you better than you know yourself.

bf!shisui who confides in you about a lot of things, but never about the situation regarding his clan and the brewing coup de'etat. he can't bring himself to do because he knows you'll worry, knows that you'll try and get involved for the sake of his safety. who refuses to put you in harm's way.

bf!shisui who starts to distance hisself towards the end of his life. who knows that he doesn't have the willpower to go through what must be done if you try and talk him out of it. as much as he loves you, he has to do it. for the sake of the village and for the people who he holds dear to his heart.

bf!shisui who—after giving itachi his right eye—asks him to send you one last message and handing him a small box before falling to his death. who's thoughts are filled with your smile and laugh and his favorite moments with you playing like a slideshow in his mind.

bf!shisui who leaves behind small trinkets in the box, things that remind you of your time together over the years which itachi gives you in the days after his death.

bf!shisui who's guilt is palpable on the pages of the letter he wrote for you before he died as he apologizes for leaving you behind. who hopes to find you again in another life and thanks you for being with him when he was still alive.

bf!shisui who's love for you is eternal.

requests are open!!

[oristian]

During the time when Elain had little control over her visions, she would occasionally send flashes and sporadic images down the bond to Lucien. At first, he found them amusing—so tangled and obscure that he rarely understood what they meant. That is, until he started to see himself in the fragments of the future.

The visions started off gentle—almost idyllic. Elain and Lucien wandering through sunlit gardens, sharing afternoon picnics in the countryside. Mornings where he indulged her with tea and trinkets gathered from his travels, while she moved about the kitchen, preparing breakfast. They rode together on horseback, side by side, as they explored the courts of Prythian, the world stretching wide and full around them. For a heartbeat, Lucien allowed himself to believe they had become something akin to friends—companions, even. And he could have lived with that, despite the yearning deep within his soul.

Until the visions followed him oh so late into the night.

His face, flushed and coveted with arousal as he moved atop her—moved within her. Hands gripping at his skin, nails scratching at his arms and back. The whisper of his name repeated as a drawn-out mantra below him. He chased those visions, clinging to them, willing them to be true. The feeling of her supple skin pressed so delicately against his own, the need and want that clung to every promise he would rasp against her ear, the way in which she held him without abandon.

Lucien would wake, drenched in a thin layer of sweat, to the sweet, almost floral scent of arousal wafting in from the room adjacent to him and he would know—

[edenprime]

One of the strongest points of Mass Effect, if not the strongest, is just how well written the characters are. From Shepard, to the squad, to the side characters like Anderson and Bakara, to barely-there NPCs like Ereba and Charr the lovers, Etarn Tiro the enthusiastic turian merchant, Kargesh the krogan who wanted a fish, Lia'Vael, the quarian who gets falsely accused of theft, and the Salarian who wants to buy a memento to his asari lover to remember him by once he's dead.

I feel like so many of them are memorable, and they all serve a purpose to the overall world building. The krogan show that they are not the violent thugs the galaxy has made them out to be. The salarian shows the struggle born out of building relationships with people of a species with a life expectancy so beyond your own. Lia'Vael illustrates what Tali says about the quarians being treated like second class citizens. Those small little side quests have a meaning and a purpose, it doesnt feel like they are Just There, and they add more to the lore of them game to those who care about that stuff.

[laurrelise]

tragic that even with how lackluster the umbrella academy’s final season was, we never got to see five’s house.

i want to see where the old man lives. how does he decorate? does he live in an apartment or was he able to figure out a cute little home for himself? does he have roommates? did he ever learn how to cook for himself, or does he just eat fluffernutters whenever he’s hungry? does he ever get a mr. pennycrumb of his own? (i know he doesn’t, but a girl can dream) does he ever discover a cafe near his home where a decent cup of coffee can be found?

what coffee maker does he have? where does he buy his coffee grounds? how many coffee mugs does he have? i just KNOW he collects them.

he absolutely goes into little shops downtown and finds one that says some stupid shit like “if my coffee isn’t as black as my soul, i’m not drinking it” and giggles to himself in the corner and then spends way too much money on it because it’s just too good to pass up. he’ll smile to himself on the way home and then put on a pot of coffee to try it out for the first time. he hand-washes his mugs even though they’re all dishwasher safe because he wants to make sure they’re going to be completely untarnished when he wants to use them again. he has an entire cabinet for all of his mugs and one other cabinet for the rest of his glasses and bowls and plates because he doesn’t own a whole lot but he does like mugs. and someone will ask him about his mugs and he’ll properly tell them where he got each and every one, down to exact dates and times because he remembers everything and thinking about when he found his favorite mugs makes him feel less stressed. and whoever asked will not get a single word in and they won’t try to because five is talking about his mugs and he doesn’t get a whole lot of joy from material things but it is the simple things that matter. and five likes the simple things. and five likes his mugs.

[the-awful-falafel]

hivemind

[stil-lindigo]

ashes to ashes.

a short comic about the day Ash was born.

Ash's story

Red and Wolf's story

notes:

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all my other comics

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[milkywayes]

GARRUS VAKARIAN: DATABASE IMAGE ACCESS. > PT. 1 : 2160, 2166, 2170. > all files backdated according to user preferences: (terran_coordinated.calendar).

[that-wildwolf]

and on the topic of my love for shepard, it is also part of my love for mass effect and what it is as an rpg. i play a lot of RPGs and similar adjecent genre games, and mass effect stood out to me for many reasons but mostly because of Shepard. I'd never before played a typical RPG where the player character has such a distinct personality and is a character in their own right, a character I can enjoy and root for as much as the NPCs, a character who stays true to their personality no matter how you play the game. It really is a testament to how well she's written. In most other RPGs, it would be ridiculous to say the player character is OOC in a fanfic, but in mass effect it works because Shepard is�� Shepard. A person. A character so many of us love. This kind of thing doesn't happen often. Not a self insert, not a blank slate, but a person with their own story and character.

idk I just love shepard a lot

[madamedramatics]

For Garrus Vakarian Lovers/addicts,

Do yall think he ever notices that we take him on every single mission? Even the ones that would benefit greatly from bringing other squadmates? What do you think it would make him feel? Mass Effect 1 Garrus would probably get a massive ego boost. Mass Effect 2 Garrus would be happy to get the stress off even though he feels like he doesn't deserve the attention. Mass Effect 3 Garrus would realize that aside from his god tier shooting, he is literally Shepard's biggest moral support keeping them from falling apart because regardless of whose better for the mission, no one does a better job than him keeping Shepard's sanity in check🥹🩵

[propussyslayer]

"i hate wolfstar!" i scream as i run through a crowd of wolfstar shippers. someone uppercuts me. me and my bag fall to the ground, revealing my fully printed out collection of wolfstar fanfiction. "w-wait! these aren't mine!" i scream, as everyone points and laughs at my fallen figure

[nic0-r0bs]

Read a post saying that L can't possibly have abs, and why I agree with the absurdity of him still being so athletically proficient at tennis, I'd also like to point out that...

he maintains a squatting position like 70% of the time!

His back might be shit, but he should have some impressive thighs, ass, and some core, too!

[probablynottola]

as catholic easter approaches my Midnight Mass hyperfixation comes back like a seasonal allergy

[clioerato]

Music AU (Alternative History)

Steddie Edition

Somewhere in the late 80s, in two entirely different corners of the cultural battlefield, two musical “phenomena” (depending on who you ask) rise simultaneously: Dio and Djo.

Dio is the latest gift to the hard rock and heavy metal scene — loud, unapologetic, and alarmingly poetic. Their lyrics are stuffed with lore, social rebellion, and just enough angst to make a Catholic schoolboy question his life choices. Their newest album, a concept record about a hero breaking free from norms and stigma (subtle, right?), launches them straight into counterculture stardom. Their fans? Unhinged in the most theatrical way. They grow their hair out to match frontman Eddie Munson, wear seventeen rings on one hand, and insist that fantasy is political, man.

Meanwhile, in an aggressively more radio-friendly realm, we meet Djo — the darlings of synth-pop and soft-boy serenades. Teen girls paper their bedrooms with posters of Steve Harrington, Djo’s dreamy lead, and teen boys try to replicate his gravity-defying hair with a can of hairspray that now sells out faster than concert tickets. Video stores can't keep Risky Business in stock (Tom Cruise walked so Steve could saunter), and their latest single — a tender ode to a long-haired brunette with Bambi eyes — plays non-stop on the radio. You hear it at the grocery store. You hear it in your dreams. There is no escape.

Eventually, the media catches wind of the uncanny similarity in band names and popularity arcs. A journalist, clearly drunk on snark, pens a piece joking, “Which came first — the Djo or the Dio?” The fanbase takes this as an act of war.

What follows can only be described as mutually assured destruction.

The internet (well, 1989’s version of it) implodes. There are message board meltdowns. School lockers are graffitied with “Dio Rules” or “Djo 4ever.” Vinyls are burned. Hairspray is weaponized. It’s like the Cold War but with more eyeliner and guitar solos.

Steve and Eddie, meanwhile, have never actually met. Their musical paths are too different to cross naturally. But, of course, they’ve heard of each other before. How could they not? The names were too similar to ignore. At first, they both snorted and rolled their eyes. Then, curiosity hit. They listened. And — disastrously — they liked what they heard. And then — even more disastrously — they caught feelings.

No one knows that Eddie once snuck into a Djo concert wearing a hoodie like a criminal. Or that Steve’s infamous Bambi ballad was, in a moment of weakness and too many late-night thoughts, written for the very much long-haired lead singer of Dio.

(That song now haunts Steve’s life. It’s everywhere. Elevators. Drive-thrus. Dentist waiting rooms. Hell.)

Things escalate to the point where both bands’ managers — Robin for Djo, and Chrissy for Dio (girl power, obviously) — realize the fans will burn civilization to the ground unless the boys talk. So, they arrange a meeting.

Neither Steve nor Eddie knows if the other one’s going to be a complete asshole. But both show up dressed like it’s a first date. You know. Just in case.

One week later, the world gasps in collective confusion as it's announced: Djo and Dio are recording a joint album.

Some call it the collaboration of the decade.

Others call it blasphemy.

But Steve and Eddie?

They call it love at first sight.