#random headcanon of the day

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

The jedi robes aren’t a uniform particularly it’s just that the temple is by monastic tradition largely self-sufficient and that’s the basic humanoid clothing they make on site with fibres they grow. Ahsoka bought her clothes with her pocket money. Obi Wan wears temple issue clothing exclusively for the simple reason that he spends his whole allowance on gifts for children and booze.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Random headcanon of the day:

Doc has rats. He likes them because they're smart, clean, and cute. Sometimes when he's walking around the base, you can see one on his shoulder, or sticking out of his pockets.

[remy-roll-writes]

Random headcanon of the day:

Aryu's mother is hard of hearing so when at home, Aryu uses sign language.

[vlyapewi]

《 Ballista 》

After watching the original Ballista video, I can't help but think of him being a total weeb or smth--

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Valentines Sex? Yes."

Sipnosis: Wake the fuck up, it's V-day, and Satoru is horny. Ge got you gifts too, but, like, does it matter??

Pairing: Horny!happy!Gojo x f!reader.

Note from the author: This is kinda like... A funny smut? It's an actual smut scene, just with random jokes hear and there. - I'll be making more smuts about v-day today, so look for Suguru Geto and Shoko Ieiri in the next one.

As you wake up to the usual feeling of having your clit sucked on, you see the normal sight of your boyfriend in-between your legs and eating you out like the five star meal you are. But, you also see a few heart-shaped boxes, jewelry boxes, some fancy gold-plated rings, along with what looks like expensive clothing that is BEAUTIFUL, and lastly a few gift cards for different places.

"Good morning, princess. Happy Valentines Day."

He smirks up at you, sliding his tongue in and out of your entrance, licking up the liquids that spill out like water. That causes you to whimper slightly out of pleasure, happy about the gifts along with getting aroused by his usual antics.

"G-good morning, 'Toru... W-what's all this?.."

He looks up at you and hums, happily licking line from your hole up to your clit, then sucking and pushing it down with his tongue.

"It's Valentines Day, mamas!"

he grins, all giddy like a child. He kisses your pussy a few times, which makes you smile and look down at him. You gently grab his hair, which is just muscle memory at this point. He slowly takes down his pants, licking your inner thigh before lightly stroking his cock through his underwear.

"You know I love you, Princess? You're so pretty, and do sweet to me."

His words make you smile again, letting out a hum and gently pushing your head back. He wipes some of the spit on his tongue and smears it around before going back to sucking on your clit, taking his boxers off so he can rub his length a few good times.

You move his hand and replace it with your own, letting a small "'Toru," as you do. And that's all you have to do. He's looking right into your eyes while he's sliding his tongue into your entrance, on all fours, while you stroke his dick at a steady pace. Soft moans and whimpers are flowing from both of you until a light

"T-toru... P-please... Stick it in, inside..." He looks up at you, brain lagging from the sensation of you jerking him off, before his eyes widen with a bright smile.

"Ohhhh!! Yeah, sure!" He says in a happy-go-lucky tone, so jovial and innocent, as if you're not both about to fuck. After very, very little hesitation, he gently pins you on your back by your hands, immediately finding your hole, which, other men you've been with have failed to do, (it's a learned skill) and thrusting into you. Still with that happy grin, he giggles out a moan while your eyes roll back. You smile when he smiles, but your heart rate and breathing pick up, heat flushing to your cheeks.

"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty princess... You're taking me so good! I'm so proud of you~" He says like a proud parent, going a bit deeper, a bit faster, mercilessly pounding into your g-spot.

"H-haaah.... Y-yeah..." You string out, seeing stars at how he praises you while he stuffs you full of his dick. You clench the sheets, moaning a bit louder when he licks your neck.

"Such a good girl for me! You're doing so good, Mama, so good... Hehe, look at how deep I am! Can you see it? Can you see the bulge in your stomach?"

He says in a fast and exited tone, enjoying every aspect of this. You can't even reply, gulping back air as your eyes flutter shut.

"S-Satoru... I-i-i'm-... Cumming..." Your voice cracks, light tears pooling at the tips of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. He nods enthusiastically, a wide grin on his face as he lightly huffs.

"Me too, pretty girl. Cum on my dick, please?"

He says as he gently kisses your collarbone, which is enough to send you over the edge. You both release at about the same time, your legs shaking and heart pounding.

"So pretty...." He stares down at you before rolling next to you and hugging you tightly, kissing your neck over and over again, the gifts long forgotten about.

[roe-and-memory]

i saw a tiktok about how men usually get their first flowers at their funerals and… it made me think…

imagine its race day, lightnings on the track, sallys in the pits, and she just. randomly gets the idea to get him flowers. its sudden, an abrupt urge to just go get them Right Then, so she tells the crew she’ll be right back and slips out of the pit and infield, and finds the nearest flower shop.

lightning likes flowers because she does, he’ll listen to any of her botany rambles any day, even if they dont make much sense - but hes gotten her flowers hundreds of times and shes never returned the favour. she picks the ones with the most meaning, the ones that mean i love you in every way no matter what, the ones that remind her of him. when shes successfully created a bouquet of flowers that is him in any way you can think, she buys a card. and she writes him a love letter. she names every flower she put in the bouquet and what they mean. and she tells him how much she loves and adores him, and how she’ll always love him more than anything. she adds a couple cheesy compliments in there too, seals it up, and makes it back to the track just in time to watch him take the checkered flag; he wins the race.

they meet in victory lane, and she hands him the flowers first (keeping the note safely in her bag until she can give it to him when its quieter) and. just imagine him standing on top of his car, hands thrown in up in the air in celebration, with the flowers clutched in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other and and. god i love them

she gives him the card later that night when everythings quieted down — docs outside the motorhome drinking a beer with strip, and the crew is working on the car and getting the garage cleaned up — so its just them. with the flowers safely in a cup on the kitchen counter, she pulls it out of her bag, hands it to him, and gently prods for him to read it then.

hes not the emotional type, its been drilled into his head by a couple different people that hes not really supposed to cry, but its a great improvement when he tears up a little bit while reading it. she cant help but smile because god. isnt she lucky?

when he finishes reading it, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hands and ushers for her to come closer and they end up cuddling on the couch (doc finds them about an hour later, curled up together, sound asleep. he throws a blanket over them and leaves them be)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

picturing the master/missy doing domestic, every day things is so funny to me because like. how many times do you think simm!master stabbed himself in the eye before he finally perfected putting on pencil eyeliner? imagine him furiously bleaching his hair with some grocery store box dye in a truck stop restroom only to spill half of it on accident because he wasn't watching what he was doing. missy spending hours picking out her clothes and doing her hair and makeup just to kidnap/threaten people like the absolute menace of a girlboss she is. do you think dhawan!master ever had to complain to his tardis for getting the measurements of his suits wrong sometimes when he went through his never ending wardrobe, demanding it give him something actually worth wearing. stuff like that

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

Hey. hey what if I did some

Disassembly Drone stims :0

Tapping/rubbing wings on things

Flapping/rattling wings

Clicking teeth together

Running teeth along wing blades

Rubbing knife claws together

Various animalistic noises; i.e. chirping, rumbling, clicking

Tapping tail point on various surfaces

Waving tail around to hear the whooshing noise it makes

[strawberryspence]

sit with you in the trenches

Steddie Week / Day 4: Hurt/Comfort ( @steddie-week )

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Eddie paces around the small living room. All the lights are open, every single one. It’s the only thing that gives him comfort.

The television is murmuring softly in the background. The man is still going on and on about the names of the victims of the fire.

Eddie wrangles his hands, waiting to hear the worst news of his life.

“Hanes. Hanewood. Hawork.”

Eddie pulls on his hair, a breath of relief caught on his lungs.

No Harrington. Steve’s fine. He’s just late. A day late. His “stickler for a schedule” boyfriend has been missing for a day and Eddie can’t even do anything. Can’t do anything because if he does anything it would raise questions.

There’s a crunch of gravel outside that makes Eddie jump, immediately opening the trailer door. There it is. The beamer.

Eddie freezes on his spot, a sound in between a sob and a cheer escaping his mouth. He watches as Steve comes out of the car, but the side door also opens, and— who?— Eddie squints. Robin Buckley comes out.

“Hey, Eds.” Steve greets him, his voice cracks, as soon as the lights hit him. Eddie gasps.

Steve’s face is swollen. Swollen is saying it lightly. His left eye is swollen shut, his lips busted. He’s still wearing the damn Scoops Ahoy uniform.

“Oh my god, swe— Steve.” Eddie pulls the door open, but his eyes stray to Robin who’s glued beside his boyfriend’s side.

Steve pulls her closer, “Eddie, you know Robin, right?”

“Yes.” Eddie trails slowly.

“We were in the fire together and she didn’t want to leave my side. But then, I wanted to go see you.” Steve says, “She’s safe.”

Robin nods earnestly, “I am a lesbian.”

“Oh.” Eddie whispers, blinking before saying, “Oh. Come in, come in.”

He opens the door wider for the two of them. They both stumble inside the trailer like conjoined twins, falling immediately on the couch.

“What happened, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, though he is afraid to hear the answer.

“There was a fire.” Steve answers, “I saved Robin and a few other people. Hence… my face.”

He moves to get an ice pack for his face and blanket for Robin. Eddie doesn’t fully believe it, but it doesn’t really matter right now.

He’ll ask tomorrow and Steve will tell him the same thing. Eddie will learn the truth by himself, in a few more months, a floating cheerleader in front of him.

“Here,” Eddie sits beside him, putting the ice on his boyfriend’s eye, “Robin, do you need anything?”

Robin stares at him with owlish eyes. So different from the girl he had band practices with. He always had his inkling that she might be one of them, but he never thought he'd find out this way.

She shakes her head slowly, accepting the blanket and wrapping it around her arms, “No. This is good enough. Thank you for letting me stay."

They all sit in silence for what could’ve been hours, and Eddie doesn’t really believe in God, but he thanks some kind of deity for letting his boyfriend come home safely.

“I am sorry.” Steve breaks the silence a few minutes later, taking the ice off his eye.

“For what?”

“For being late. For making you worry.” Steve says. Eddie turns to Robin to check on her, but she’s dead asleep on Steve’s lap.

“Does she know we’re dating?” Eddie asks.

Steve smiles shyly, “Yeah. It was a big bonding moment. She thought I was talking about her, leading to her coming out to me and then I told her about my wonderful, metalhead boyfriend.”

Eddie smiles, brushing his hand through Steve’s hair as he lays on his side with a sigh of relief.

“You did good, baby. You just adopted your first lesbian.” Eddie jokes, making Steve crack a smile.

“Does anything hurt? Why didn’t you go to the hospital?” Eddie asks.

“No.” Steve says immediately, like he hates the prospect of going to the hospital, “I just— I just wanted— wanted to see you. I know if I went then you won’t be able to come.”

Eddie smiles fondly, “Alright, Stevie. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you guys wake up.”

Steve hums in response, but he’s already drifting into sleep, falling deeper into Eddie’s arms.

Eddie kisses the crown of his head, pulling him closer to him. The relief of having Steve here beside him, safe and alive, is something he will never take for granted again.

Tomorrow, Eddie will shower him (and Robin) with love and care. But right now, he tightens his embrace around him and let’s the relief sweep him off his feet.

[red-letter-imagines]

Weird Habits TR Men Have with Their S/O:

Haitani Ran

☠️ He has a tendency to play with his partner's belt loops or drawstrings. It's nearly unconscious, the way his long fingers just find their way to his s/o's hips and just kind of amuse himself. There are times he does it to mess with them; he's Haitani Ran, after all. If they're walking in a crowded place, he'll pull his partner by the drawstring of their pants/jacket and call it a leash. Whenever he wants a kiss, he'll pull them by the belt loops.

Haitani Rindou

☠️ This four-eyed bean has his partner as the holder of his glasses. If he has to square up, his glasses will be hanging off his s/o's collar or sitting atop their head. If they happened to wear glasses too, he messes with them by pressing his fingers on the lens (this lil bitch). When he can't find his glasses, his partner will always be the first he'll ask.

Kurokawa Izana (the red color won't work tf-)

☯️ His little habit is fairly simple—he always has a hand on his s/o's waist. No matter if they're seated, walking, running even. He himself isn't sure why he does it so much, but he claims that it makes him feel secure of their presence. His grip is always firm, but not enough to feel forceful. It's snug, and his skin is warm. Plus, it's easier for him to pull his partner in and steal a few kisses.

Kakucho Hitto

🤜🏼 He rubs his thumb over his partner's knuckles all the time. He likes to hold hands, and revels in the size difference. His are rough, battle-scarred and a bit bony; his s/o's are so soft in comparison. He once told them that he loves feeling the skin on their knuckles because it's nothing like his, and that it bolsters a need for him to keep it that way. As long as he's around, they wouldn't have to fight or sully their hands.

Thoughts.

[duskspring]

What if ghouls followed their summoner back into the pit as soon as they died? Like when the Papas were assassinated, left and right ghouls just vanished into thin air.

Omega had been tidying up his and Terzo’s room before dissolving into a pile of dust himself.

Pebble and Ivy were helping some siblings in the garden. The sunlight had them covered in a pleasant warmth, all smiling and laughing together when they suddenly disappeared.

Ifrit was in the middle of flirting with a cardinal when his words were abruptly cut off.

Some were resummoned by Copia; Dew, Aether and Mountain, considered to still have potential in one way or another. No one ever heard from the others again, and the three that returned refuse to speak about that day.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

I just imagine Deimos gives Sanford rocks as a flirtation and San keeps them

[slasher-smasher]

More Homelander thoughts

I literally just wrote this RIGHT as I got up this morning. (4 am kill me) this will probably not make sense.

As much as I would love to see Homelander come heh apart during sex, I think that him being introduced to the most simplest concept of skinship or experiencing intimate things that doesn't lead to hard core pound town would have the same devastating impact on him.

Like, ok bare with me and my sleep addled nonsense brain but I would like to just start off with just having him experience some cuddles. Maybe it's early in the relationship (firm believer he is demisexual like me!) and you guys are still getting to know each other and you notice how tired he is viscerally even if he is still plastering that smiley persona. So you offer your lap to rest his head and maybe watch a movie. He might be weary at first but when you start absentmindedly carding your fingers through his hair? Oh man. Everyone KNOWS how that man would melt. Madelyn knew what she was doing with this starved boy.

Next would be a little spicier and—more importantly—fun! I want that man to experience what I call "teenager moments" like pulling him into an empty room just to make out or sneak around maybe into restricted areas for more cuddles and kisses because you know he gets stressed and it's fun to see what you guys can get away with.

Now this is (personally for me) the most important part for him. As I mentioned above, I think skinship for this broken and insecure man would do wonders. The trust in you for him to even consider taking off the top of his suit let alone all of it at the same time would have to be deep.

I think the biggest thing he is sensitive about is his body image. I'd suggest little touches to his neck and maybe sliding your fingers a little under the sleeves of his suit to caress the skin of his wrists and (if you can) forearms bit by bit to get him used to having not only the feeling of other parts of him being touched but to know that you WANT to explore other parts of him. That you are not just there for self satisfaction and want to make HIM feel good. You want to feel his warm flesh under your hands —the beat of his heart, not the pads of the faux muscle that Vaught wants people to think he has.

This is that part where you would combine the intimacy of making out and cuddles with the extra step of removing an article of clothing. He would feel much better when you also remove your clothing. He hates feeling vulnerable.

With Vought shoving unrealistic media and propaganda down his throat since infancy, Homelander would immediately think naked = sex but you would have to convince him that you are not expecting sex. You have to show him that just feeling the skin of your partner against yours can be just as intimate.

You could be in his lap or vice versa and he would marvel in the sensation of having your chest pressed against his with no thickly padded barrier. Moaning into your mouth as you slid your hands down his shoulders and back.

This would be so cathartic for him. He was always expected to give and provide and act a certain way but with just the two of you sitting on the couch or bed, caressing each others skin. Finding small things like his ribs being sensitive or just enjoying the warmth and scent of your naked skin. He doesn't have to worry about fulling expectations. You love him.

Expect tears and sad little whimpers. This man needs a full blown naked cuddle session.

Sorry if this is just random ranting that makes no sense. I had to get this out or I would be consumed.

[moussofshroom]

reiju deserves to be tall!

also some extra sillies…

[mooncalf87]

Could ask about some headcanons on Rosoie and Alastor's beginnings in friendship?

YESYESYESYEYSSYYAGARTAD (explodes)

Rosie and Alastor becoming friends HCS!

They knew each other sense around 1934, but didn't really acknowledge each othwrs presence until 1950

They met at an overlord meeting

They actually hated each other in the beginning. Tried to one up each other for a solid decade until they were sent on an overlord heist together and bonded

FINALLY became friends in 1959, a good 25 years after they met.

They immediately hit it off once they bonded. Gossip girlys. The heist they were sent on was actually a failed mission because they kept getting too damn distracted

Once they became friends there was no looking back. They were the overlord power duo. Carmilla, the one who had sent then on that heist together, regrets every decision she has ever made.

When they became friends Rosie was married to a man named Henry, who was an absolute Susan-ish BITCH, so alastor helped her get rid of her

Murder besties from day one. These two are unstoppable if you put them into a room together with some weapons

Rosie got married again in 1964 (alastor called her a crazy bitch. (He was right too this guy was a jackass))

When the Disney movie "Pinocchio" made its way into hell with the sinners, they watched it together. Were absolutely terrified. They have seen the horrors that come with cannibalism and murder, but nothing could have prepared them for THAT.

They got legally married in 1971. It was a good way to fend off unwanted sutors from rosie

Once the new/proper LGBTQ terms finally started making their way into hell Rosie was HOOKED. She tried to educate alastor (he didn't listen. At all.)

They actually lived together in the apartment above Rosies Emporium for a while. A good twenty years before Alastor disappeared and then showed up at the hotel. Rosie never got rid of any of his things once he left. He still have a spare radio recording room in her hall closet.

Annnnddd that leads us to present day!!

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[vivalich]

BAD EGG

All eggs brought to Alterna are kept in temperature-controlled containers filled with Grizzco's proprietary liquid cure--a mixture of brine water, Salmonid mucus, and ████████. The combination of cold temperatures and cure prevents eggs from hatching while they're stored away. The cure also alters the eggs' properties to prepare them for the later stages of processing.

Any container with an internal temperature of over 40F (5C) must be destroyed as soon as possible and, most importantly, should never be opened.