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resourcesofaqueen · 8 months

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Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

#rp meme #inbox meme #headcanon meme #rp ask meme #rp prompt #roleplay meme #character meme #ask meme #ask game #muse meme #ask rp meme #ask rp prompt #prompt #meme #headcanon

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nintendoteuthis · 9 months

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Trying a new format to break my long squid science silence with ^^

#splatoon #splatoon headcanon #splatoon biology musings #my headcanons #oc

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prncessjaeger · 22 days

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husband 🎀

prncessnote: i made another one…personal favorite ✊🏽

“hey babes, so today me and my friend are gonna go out of town for the week, and we got-…” your boyfriend looked around for this said, “friend” as you continued talking, nudging you to get your attention, “candied bacon…looks weird but-.”

“who’s the- where’s the friend?” he cut you off, making a pout form on your mouth, “huh?”

“nah don’t, ‘huh?’ me, who’s your friend?” you could see his temper rise the minute you giggled, trying your hardest not to laugh, “what? yeah nah, nah let’s restart the fucking video, talking about “my friend,” fuck outta here.” he reached for the phone and pressed the big red button and watched you set up for the intro again, fixing yourself up,

“anyways, hi guys, so me and my friend are going out tonight-” you heard your boyfriend sigh and let out an “you motherfucker” while blowing his arms up in irritation, “hey what’s wrong? you don’t wanna go out no more?” you feigned to seem more concerned, trying not to blow your cover, “nah don’t i wanna go out no more, the fuck? stop saying that shit”, he mocked you per usual and looked at you more sternly, irritation written all over his face, “what’s the issueeeeee-?”

“the issue, is that you keep on saying “friend”, like who the fuck is your friend baby?” a grin appears on your face when you say, “well, you’re my friend, aren’t you?” it took him some deep breaths to calm himself down, “but i’m not your friend-” he stopped himself, knowing sometimes you could get a lil ditzy in certain situations and instead he mumbled out, “just restart the video baby,”

so, you went ahead to click the button again to restart for the third time, yet this time you watched him hold your hand in a “couple-y” way, showing off the beautiful promis ring he gifted you, hoping you wouldn’t try that “friend” bullshit again…

…but in your true fashion, you continued with the act and was met with the response, “aht! again.” you sighed and rolled your eyes yet this time you didn’t stop the recording, “bro, why do you keep stoppingggg?!”

“causeeee, i’m not one of your fuck ass friends! like damn, stop saying that shit forreal,” watching him blow up in your face almost made you cackle aloud, seeing you finally got his ass all riled up, but your boyfriend continued on with his ranting rampage, “…and not your bro either. i’m your boyfriend practically your husband, so get it right or we gon keep doing it over and over again until it’s right,” you watched him inch closer to your face and you nodded slowly, “so baby, can you please do it again? and do it right?”

“y-yeah, mhm,” you watched his lips form into a smirk, watching you restart the video hopefully for the last time, and this time, your boyfriend began kissing all over your hands, and when you looked at him in confusion he ushered his hand in a, “as you were” type of motion, “hi my loves, today me and my boyfriend are gonna go out and try gonna try candied bacon with my boyfriend-”

“nope, do it,” he chuckled, hearing your groans and shielding away from your small slaps, “what now?”

“you didn’t say, husband-” you rolled your eyes hard, “oh my goodness…”

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fic-over-cannon · 4 months

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I always think love takes Jason Todd by surprise. He doesn’t go searching for love, but it sneaks up on him, slips into his life when he’s not looking. It’s so unexpected in the ways it arrives but he always, always makes room for it when it does.

Embracing love and all its possibilities is not without its own difficulties. He worries love is like a searchlight, going room to room in the walls of his heart and the chambers of his mind, illuminating all of the peeling paint and broken glass. That fear makes him shy away instinctively. It takes conscious will and steeled nerves to let himself be known, to be loved, but he does it willingly. Like a moth to a flame, the risk doesn’t deter him from coming back again and again, to get a little bit closer to that source of light.

Love shifts Jason’s outlook. Love doesn’t consume him, doesn’t take him over and possess him completely, but it grounds him. Anchors him to a present safe from the dangers of his past. The welcomed glow of the lighthouse lamp to a ship on storm tossed seas. Love brings Jason back to life in ways he didn’t even realize had withered. It’s not the cold glow of the searchlight, honing in on the evidence of crimes long past, but the warm glow of candle light smoothing over edges and lighting up dusty crevices.

Love steals its way into his heart accidentally, but every loving act Jason commits is done with intention.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine #jason todd fic #red hood x you #red hood x reader #sunnie writes 🌻#character musings

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home-of-renn · 4 months

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What if when ghosts - including Danny - enter that form with a ghostly tail it means they have to consciously be aware of their own physical appearance.

For actual ghosts it's not that big of a deal since most of them already have the disconnection from humanity that comes with death. Many of them have either been dead too long to remember what a human form should properly look like while others just straight up don't care, and for most, it's just subconscious and they don't have to really think about it.

But Danny's a little anxious about it.

On one hand, it means that he gets to play some really great pranks on Sam and Tucker, but on the other hand, it also means that most people end up terrified and starkly reminded that their local superhero is, in fact, just one of the many ghosts that he fights.

But I'm not talking huge differences in appearance - nah, I'm a fan of unnerving, pre-eldritch Danny.

So in the heat of the moment Danny slips up and his arms may appear just a little too long, his teeth a little too sharp, his body distorted just enough to make your hair stand on end. His eyes reflect in the dark and his Lichtenburg scars stand out a little too starkly against his bloodless pallor. His suit loses that hazmat sheen and dulls to a smokey charcoal black, looking far too tight, stretched to its limits against muscle and bone, fused with his skin.

His hands get a little too big and his victorious grin stretches a little too wide across his face.

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, if you get a little too close, you can see something reminiscent of burn scars crawling up his neck and across his jaw, wrinkling his lips and creeping higher with his anger. The flesh, web-like and raised, but just as colourless as his complexion. Scars that only those who'd been saved and clutched tight in Phantom's arms have ever claimed to see.

But only sometimes.

Most of the time Phantom isn't even scary in the traditional sense - just the extreme Uncanny Valley sense. Most of the time Phantom is sarcastic and quick-witted and almost charming. Most of the time.

Nowadays Danny's got a better grip on it. It doesn't happen often.

But when it does, the Fenton's claim that it's proof of Phantom's deceit, hiding his sinister nature and deceiving Amity Park. It's something his parents never fail to use to try and prove just how inhuman he really is.

#honestly shapeshifting would help him out alot in fights #but he'd have to get over how traumatising he'd look #dp #danny phantom #home of renn #danny fenton #eldritch abomination danny #eldritch danny #dribble drabble #dp prompt #musings #the fenton's a+ parenting #angst #dp headcanons #dp hc #creepy danny fenton #uncanny valley danny #ghostly tails

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tommykinard6 · 8 days

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Should I be eating and resting? Yes. Am I? No, so come join me for a dissertation on Tommy Kinard being lonely.

Edit to add a note since I saw a reblog about it: Tommy has no canonical age right now and Lou is 39, 40 later this year, so that is my basis for saying he’s 39.

Now when I say lonely, I don’t mean that he has no one whatsoever. I can picture him going for drinks with his team or having some Muay Thai buddies that he could call up if he really was inclined. Maybe an old army buddy or two.

But there’s something about Tommy that’s just achingly lonely, both when he was at the 118 and now at Harbor.

Tommy had a broken home, or some other kind of unstable childhood. Maybe his parents split, maybe he was mistreated, maybe he was in the system or was passed around family members. Maybe he was isolated as a child because he was a little overweight (I think Lou said something along those lines) and was bullied. I think Tommy didn’t really have any friends until high school, when puberty hit and maybe he started working out and probably joined the football team. I don’t know if anyone remembers what teenage boys are like, but I can imagine they were the same as they are today back in the 90s/early 00’s. Because around this time, Tommy might’ve started to realize that something was very different about him.

Now this isn’t a meta about how I think Tommy dealt with his sexuality (maybe I’ll do one of those later) but I think he never would’ve risked his football friends knowing even if he himself could acknowledge it, which I doubt. So he messed around, got in trouble with these guys, hung out with the bros, and pretended to be interested in girl talk.

Of course, eventually, his buddies all got girlfriends and he was always the odd one out again.

He didn’t do college. The army was his next step. And I feel like this might have been the first time in his life he wasn’t lonely. He’d learned to blend in by this point and he worked with some great people. But as he started making real friends for the first time, he also started losing them as the war tore them away.

Tommy left the army and joined the fire department. There was an aching hole where the camaraderie of the army had filled previously and with no education beyond a high school diploma, Tommy thought the fire department would replicate that. Not the police though. He’d had enough of guns.

(And ohhhh now so many ideas on his thoughts during the sniper)

But he ended up at the 118 and quickly realized that his team had maybe more of a DADT stance than the army. He realized that he had to put on an elaborate act to fool his fellow firefighters, who had more time on their hands and more prejudice they were willing to wield to pick apart his life. Tommy, who maybe had only just started to acknowledge he felt differently about guys with less panic than before, had no choice but to backslide. He acted and acted and crafted a person he wasn’t until the day that maybe he was. Sal was his closest buddy at the 118 and Tommy had no doubt that Sal would be one of the first to make his life hell. Gerrard seemed to look at Tommy as some sort of mentee. Boxed in by two notorious bigots, Tommy had never felt more claustrophobically alone.

Chim was the first one to reach out a hand of friendship, or at least the first one that didn’t come with caution tape, but he was also an “other” and Tommy, who was confused and afraid and had just had his captain call his bluff on his fake girlfriend, lashed out. Then he allowed Chim in and Chim wasn’t interested in being besties but he was a great drinking buddy and movie buddy and Tommy felt safest around him.

Then Hen came and Tommy watched her get the same treatment he was afraid of. Not that he had to worry about the racism, and he was aware of the privilege, but Hen didn’t exactly hide herself and he watched them bully his lesbian coworker. He let himself get pulled into it all and hated himself for it, but was too cowardly to break away from it. He wasn’t sure why Hen had forgiven him, but she became the only other person on shift he felt even a little safe around other than Howie. But then Chimney and Hen became best friends and Tommy fell to the wayside. They still included him, sure, but they were always a pair and there was something there that Tommy didn’t know but longed for. A closeness he’d never felt.

A best friend. A juvenile idea to him, but one he’d never truly had.

Then Gerrard was gone and Sal got transferred and the 118 moved forward under Captain Nash, but Tommy felt left behind, even in what was the most united A shift team yet. Because he was over 30 and was starting to be unable to ignore everything that he’d had to hide under Gerrard, as he no longer had a distraction from it.

He’d been a pilot in the army, so he transferred to Harbor. And Harbor was great. He wasn’t best buds with anyone (he was starting to think that was never in the cards for him) but his team didn’t carry the same baggage that the 118 had.

So Tommy started to come to terms with himself. He started to date for the first time and came out to his team. And he had several boyfriends, but most couldn’t handle the job or his baggage or the desperate need he had to be wanted. His most long term partner cheated and the one he fell hardest for couldn’t deal when Tommy was injured on the job. Even within his own relationships, he felt like he was destined to stand alone.

Tommy was 39 years old and alone, as always, when Chimney walked back into his life, dragging an adorable and also extremely hot blonde and a stoic brunette that radiated ex military in a way only ex military could know. And then Hen was there and they were trying to rescue their captain and his wife and they clearly loved each other fiercely and like family.

And as Tommy listened, flying through the remnants of a cat 5 hurricane, he thought to himself that he should’ve never left. Simply just never found himself if only that meant being part of the family the 118 was now. However, he knew deep down that he still would’ve been alone and on the outside.

And they rescued the survivors and Tommy thought that was it but then Eddie wanted to hang out. And they liked the same things and had similar experiences and Tommy couldn’t help the hope. Because the loneliness had grown stifling and now he could breathe a little. And then Evan, the cute blonde, wanted a tour of the hanger and he thought that maybe he was being hit on.

And then at the end of it all, Tommy was left realizing that he’d wedged himself between two best friends and that was what happened when he allowed himself to hope. So he went to Evan to apologize. He would get Evan and Eddie to talk to each other and then would fade into the background.

But then Evan was sweet and apologetic and told him that he was part of the 118 family simply by helping them. Tommy couldn’t help it. Here he was, at 39, with a little boy still waiting inside of him to be soothed. And Evan was hot and sweet and Tommy couldn’t help himself.

And he really liked Evan. Evan was adorable. But their first date didn’t go as planned and Tommy knew he was already whipped. So he removed himself before someone could get hurt. Evan deserved better and so did he, even if the loneliness was stifling again.

But then Evan texted him and looked at him with sparkling blue eyes over too sweet coffee and wanted him. Him. He wanted Tommy and to have something with Tommy and he wanted him to come to his sister’s wedding with him.

And Tommy looked at him and saw someone who could finally fill the ache he’d felt his whole life. He saw a man who he knew he wanted to take a chance with. All he had to do was jump.

And he did.

And it wasn’t solved, not immediately and never fully. Too many wounds were left gaping for too long to ever heal. But for the first time in his life, at 39, with the 118 surrounding him and Buck as the sunshine at his side, Tommy finally felt at peace.

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indigosunsetao3 · 3 months

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Naptime

I had a rough night of sleep last night so I took a much needed nap. Then these ideas came to me whilst trying to get to sleep this afternoon.

Everyone loves a good nap. How do the COD men use that time?

Some are NSFW. Perspective is a female reader.

Alex

"I didn't sleep well either, we've got a few hours."

Drags you off the couch because why waste the option of a big comfy bed? Quick about removing his clothes down to his boxers and climbs into bed while you're still working on removing your sweatshirt. When you're ready he slides over to the cold spot of the bed to give you the one he's already warmed before scooting to lay his head on your stomach. He pushes your shirt up so he can rest his cheek on your bare skin then twists his head this way and that for a bit asking silently for head scratches until you finally relent.

Time passes and your head scratches grow weaker as you doze off but sleep just won't claim you, lingering just outside of your reach. With a huff you gently move to peel Alex off you thinking he's asleep but he tilts his head up to watch you, blinking a few times

"Still awake?" He hums a bit, his eyes heavy with the almost sleep before he rolls over you, wending his way between your legs. "What can I do for you?" He has his arms resting on either side of you, one hand moving to brush some hair off your forehead.

Despite him not pressing the matter you can feel him digging gently into your thigh and and you raise your hips to his gently for a moment causing him to chuckle.

"I mean that is one way to wear yourself out. Oxytocin is good for sleep," he grins as you roll your eyes at his need to show off his random knowledge. You move again and reach for his boxers, your fingers making quick work of them as he helps you out of your own underwear.

Alex is unhurried and tender as he takes you, his body tired but no less attentive. His hands slide up under the t-shirt your wore to bed to expose your chest because he prefers the feeling of skin to skin. After some luxuriously slow and long thrusts that feel like they hit every nerve he gently pulls your legs around his waist to help push him deeper as he kisses at your neck and shoulder. He's slowly drawing out an orgasm as he grinds down on you, the pleasurable friction his body is creating on your core is enough to push you over that edge as he kisses you deeply, capturing your moans in his mouth. He finishes not long behind, letting your body work him over as he rests his forehead on yours to watch your face as you come back down with him.

Ten minutes later you're out. Curled up on his chest as his hand makes long sweeps up and down your arm to keep you lulled to sleep before he eventually follows.

Gaz

"I'm always up for a cuddle."

Helps you out of your clothes because, no, you will not be sleeping in his bed in pants. Gives your bottom a playful swat before he all but tosses you into the bed, which has so many pillows its almost obnoxious. Almost.

His bed is luxurious, soft down pillows with a thick comforter and a pillowtop mattress pad that you sink into. He takes his sleep very seriously because when he's deployed he's lucky if he finds a soft patch of dirt to lay in or he's fighting with Soap for the back bench seat of the truck. The fight usually ends up with them sharing it laying in an awkward feet to head position and half sitting up leaned against windows.

Pulls you tight against him, your back to his chest, as he weaves his legs between yours and slides his hand up your chest so his palm is splayed across your breastbone. He buries his face in your hair breathing in your scent before noticing you haven't fully relaxed yet.

"Breathe with me, yeah?" He presses his hand a bit firmer against your chest so you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, slow and relaxed. He can feel your heartbeat start to slow and eventually notices how you've relaxed in his grip as you've fallen asleep.

He doesn't move from his position, used to having to stay perfectly still when he's out in the field doing sniper work for hours. That's fine with him though, he enjoys sitting in the silence listening to you breathe and the little mumblings you utter while asleep.

Ghost

"I'm not tired love, but feel free to go nap in my bed."

He's sitting on the couch reading a book, one ankle propped on his knee as he leans against the arm of the couch. When you don't move from standing there staring at him with your arms crossed he glances up once he finishes his current paragraph. Lowering the book down into his lap he stares right back in silence, not giving into your attempt to guilt him to bed with you.

Without a word he reaches his arm across the couch and grabs a pillow, pulling it to his side and patting it into place. He then goes back to reading his book, a silent invitation for you to curl up next to him on the couch. That's the most you're going to get out of him.

He is a next level snuggler at night but when he's not tired he's not going to waste his time laying in bed. Laying in bed without being sleepy means his mind can run and if his mind runs it goes to those dark places he fights so hard to keep locked up.

You decide this is better than sleeping alone so you curl up on the couch next to him, grinning a bit to yourself as he pulls the blanket off the back cushions to cover you. He never takes his eyes from his book as he flips the blanket open and settles it over you, tucking it up under your chin.

Once you are settled he gently plays with your hair as he reads, twisting the locks around his fingers absently. It helps settle you into sleep, one of your hands sliding up to rest on his thigh before you slip under.

When you wake sometime later you tilt your head up to find Ghost has rested his still open book on his chest and has fallen asleep leaned back into the cushions. His hand, that has enveloped yours gently, twitches with his sleep. 'Not tired' your ass.

Price

"I really need to finish this paperwork. Don't look at me like that."

You sigh at him as you stand in the doorway to his office. You were both up late the night before and you can see the bags under his eyes but he's stubborn. He has paperwork that he's been putting off to spend time with you but now it's piled up, literally, on the side of his desk.

Knowing defeat when it looks you in the face you head back to the bedroom and crawl into the huge king sized bed alone. Grabbing your body pillow you curl around it, throwing one bare leg over it so you can grip it tightly. The white noise machine of ocean waves rocks you to sleep.

Feeling guilty Price zips through all the items he can knock out quickly, his finished pile finally growing larger than his incomplete. When he looks at the clock and two hours have passed he leaves the office to see if you're up yet but the house is silent. Making his way back to the bedroom he pauses in the doorway looking at you, biting back a small groan at the sight.

The only item of clothing you had worn to bed was a pair of lace underwear, his favorite. You had done it on purpose because you knew at some point he'd come to check on you. You knew how he liked to look at you when you slept, what it did to him to when he got to wake you up with his hands all over you. In your sleep you had thrown off the covers and your bare skin was on full display wrapped around the pillow.

"Laswell is going to have my head," Price grounds out as he crosses the room and takes a seat on the bed. His hand gently runs down your spine to come to rest on the hem of your panties. Flicking his eyes to your face for a brief second he lets his hand slip under the material to find the heat of your center and he dares to slip a calloused finger into your folds. "Fucking hell," he mutters feeling the slickness there. Not stopping he finds your clit and starts working the wetness over it, gently coaxing you out of your sleep with little whines and moans.

"You win," he mutters into your ear with a grin as he slides the lace off your legs, rolling you over into your back while you're still half asleep and spreading you wide for him to look at what he's touching. "You can help me with my paperwork afterwards."

Soap

"Sore already? We barely did anything at the gym."

His words were a tease as your cut him a glare after groaning and wincing when you rose from the couch. He had you up at five that morning to go for a run then hit the gym for weights. You had mentioned to him in passing you wanted to get stronger and ever the one to want to help, Soap has been dragging you to the gym to train you.

Thanks to some insomnia the night before not only are you sore you are dead on your feet. With a yawn you tell Soap you're going to lay down for a bit and he all but jumps up from the couch to join you, tossing his notebook where had been doodling away onto the end table. He has a meeting with the team later and he was just going to push through but if you're napping then he's napping as well. Any excuse to get you into bed with him.

As you strip down he notices the wince as you remove your sweatshirt and frowns a bit. He was messing with you before but if you actually hurt maybe he did push you too hard.

"That bad lass?" He runs his hands over your shoulders and works his thumbs into your neck and shoulder eliciting an appreciative groan from you. "Go lay down," he offers with a jerk of his head, "I'll work out some of those knots." He disappears in the bathroom as you finish stripping down to your underwear before flopping down on the bed on your stomach.

He returns with some lotion and climbs on the bed behind you, pinning you down between his legs before he works the lotion in your back. It's cold at first and your shiver but he's quick about warming it, working his hands into the sore spots and kneading out the kinks. Every once in a while you let you a pleasurable moan which makes him chuckle and shift himself a bit to not let you feel what this sight and the sounds you are making are doing to him.

When his hands slide down your side you dare to arch your back just a little bit so you push your bottom up into him. You felt him the entire time no matter how subtle and polite he had tried to be.

"I thought you were tired, you little minx," Soap answers as his fingers grab your hips to pull you more soundly against him. When you wiggle a bit against him he huffs before bending over you to put his mouth to your ear. "Either you stop now, or you aren't getting that nap," he warns to which you smirk and stretch out your arms in front of you languidly like a cat, using your hands on the headboard to give you leverage to push back hard. "Suit yourself," he grins.

#18+ only #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #cod headcanons #my fic #fanfic #alex keller x reader #gaz x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #i should be working on my WIP #nap time #naptime thoughts #random musing

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somorrow · 17 days

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Okay but Dabi loves to tie you up. The sight of you flushed, hands high over your head, your breasts slightly pressed together, and your mouth gagged gets him going. The power he has over you now (and always) never fails to push him further. Your glassy, watery eyes, your red face and the drool slipping past your lips. He wants to hear you whine, plead, try to beg for more pleasure, beg for the sting of his searing hot hands and tongue on your skin. He’s never gentle unless he feels like it — which isn’t often. Your compromising position gives him full access to your entire body, exactly as he wants it. He takes whatever he can from you, your breath, your praises, your orgasm. In fact, he tears it from you almost violently with every jerk of his fingers and aggressive swipe of his tongue. Even when you finish the first time, he’s not done with you. Nowhere close. Not until he hears you say it, or at least try to say it from that pretty, full mouth of yours.

Touya…

He wants to take at least three more nearly painful orgasms before he caves and decides to give instead of take take take. And luckily for you, it’s the exact thing you’ve been begging for all night.

#txt post #reader x dabi #dabi imagines #MMMMM I WANT HIM 2 DESTROY MEEE #dabi headcanons #dabi x reader #dabi smut #mha dabi #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #touya x reader #mha #my hero imagines #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #Raven’s Musings: BNHA

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survivalove · 1 month

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as i think about aang trauma blocking his death out his memory as he gets older, i also remember that his back scar faded significantly throughout book 3 while his foot scar never did.

and the fact that this is something that aang would never request or even think about.

but katara would. and she’ll never forget no matter how much his scar fades. now i can’t get the image of her healing his back in between episodes out of my head :(

idk if this was artist discretion or intentional. i guess we’ll have to see in the gaang movie

pic source and related hc

#atla #kataang #katara #aang #musings #my headcanons #kataangtag

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moonlit-midnight · 9 months

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TWST Imagines: When he misses you

Characters: Second years and Third years.

Summary: What they do when they particularly yearn for you after you’re gone.

Warnings: GN!Reader, angst, written randomly late at night.

When he misses you, he will gaze at the stars that you painted beautifully on the walls of his room. Each star is named after the little things you loved about him.

– Riddle, Azul, Jade, Malleus

When he misses you, he will listen to the music playlist you made together one spring afternoon. Each song talks about his love for you.

– Cater, Ruggie, Kalim, Jamil, Lilia

When he misses you, he will stay in your room until he drifts into a peaceful sleep, hoping he will see you again even if it’s just in his hazy dreams.

– Leona, Floyd, Idia, Silver

When he misses you, he will wear the scarf he once bought for you on a date. He doesn’t care if it’s summer. It’s the only piece that’s left of you.

– Trey, Vil, Rook

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khickuwa · 8 months

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[A gentle breeze on a summer afternoon.]

#apparently i cannot stay away from my muse too long #it was fun experimenting with this piece a bit #trying to keep the rendering quite loose #luke pearce cures artblock #luke pearce #tears of themis #xia yan #art #artist #illust #illustration #fanart #digital art #please appreciate my luke dimple headcanon thank you very much

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nintendoteuthis · 2 years

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Insane headcanon time. Let's have a look at Shiver.

So her design is interesting. Notably, she seemingly lacks the black "mask" marking around the eyes that every other Inkling and Octoling seems to have. Why?

Let's look at the other colors present. Her "hair" is colored blue. As I've written about before, this is the result of structural coloration. Almost all blue in nature is produced by reflection of light, not pigmentation - this would be no exception. And her hands have this rich cherry red coloration. That sort of red color, in nature, is usually caused by carotenoids, which are pigments produced by plants and taken in by animals through the diet. So that could be carotenoids (or possibly also structural color). The eye masks, meanwhile, would be the result of melanin, which is the pigment responsible for most black, brown, and duller red/orange/yellow colors in animals. Based on the gamut of skin tones present in Inklings/Octolings we can presume that, as in humans, melanin pigments their skin. And Shiver has very pale skin - meaning there's not much melanin there either. So, theoretically, a lack of melanin production would result in Shiver's pale skin and lack of eye masks, while not affecting the blue hair and cherry-red hand tinting.

Conclusion: Shiver is what an albino Octoling looks like

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #shiver #my headcanons #splatoon biology musings #oc

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pinkrose05 · 5 months

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Sudden realization that we now have a Smol Cloud Quintet of kids on the Luofu.

Warning: contains minor spoilers for version 1.5 content.

After Huohuo's debut and the recent Trailblaze Continuance + Event, I've noticed that a few recurring faces seem to parallel the good ol' High Cloud Quintet of the Luofu, be it by accident or on purpose. And if you know me, then you may have noticed I really like to connect the dots (or in some cases, make up headcanon dots for funsies), so I had to put these thoughts into words.

Going clockwise from the center, we have:

1) The High Elder of the vidyadhara, well-known for proficiency in healing arts, designated mother hen, and.... significantly shorter than everyone else in the group. Poor Bailu. At least she gets to be a short gremlin, and that's neat! Go cause mischief, queen!

2) A talented swordsman who aspires to be the Sword Champion and has an affinity for ice. And for throwing sharp objects as an attack. Kinda funny how Jing Yuan is the only one of Jingliu's disciples that doesn't do that, and yet his own apprentice picks up the habit anyway.

3) A newbie Cloud Knight of somewhat traditional upbringing, who happens to be really impressed by their superior and gets noticed by them in turn at some point (see Sushang's About Yanqing line, and the latter calling for assembly when he joins a team with her specifically).

4) A foxian who's known to be very good at her job, but gets into a lot of trouble and earns a nickname for exactly that (Cursed One for Huohuo, Starskiff Killer for Baiheng), and still miraculously scrapes by every unfortunate encounter.

5) A crafty, short-lived outlander whose home planet was destroyed in their childhood, with them being taken to the Xianzhou as a result, and then rising to fame thanks to their creativity and fiery spirit. They also befriend the aforementioned newbie Cloud Knight, except there's lots of squabbles and teasing involved.

Personally I think they should all be friends. A silly lil group that circumvents the law and gets up to shenanigans. Half of them are already besties in canon too, so it's not particularly farfetched, and the potential interactions between the rest are fun to think about!

Bonus:

Oh my god, they know.

#can't believe that reference is actually canon #anyway i'm rotating these five in my head. they're stacked like tsumtsums and spinning around with various levels of enthusiasm #new friendgroup headcanon acquired! hooray ^v^#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr bailu #hsr yanqing #li sushang #hsr huohuo #hsr guinaifen #smol cloud quintet #pink's musings #honkai star rail spoilers #hsr spoilers

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nanaoise08squad · 2 months

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As much as the new ascended kiss has me going absolutely feral, I'm a spawn girlie at heart❤️🥺🦇🖤 imagine spawn Astarion accidentally catching your lip with his fang. You wince from the sudden pain, though you don't pull away from the kiss immediately. It's Astarion that breaks from the kiss instead, a slightly worried look on his face as he can see the blood dripping from your lip.

"oh shit, sorry my love" he says softly, tracing his thumb over your cut lip tenderly.

"it's ok, I've definitely had worse" you smile, chucking lightly as you studied his concerned expression. A far cry from the man you'd met on the beach all those months ago. His self centered attitude slowly melted away as he opened his heart to you, protectiveness and love taking it's place in a way neither one of you excepted.

"well, at least let me kiss it better darling" he hums, tongue flicking over your skin to catch the bood before pressing his lips to yours in a gentle, loving kiss.

I'm just weak for spawn Astarion being soft and fluffy with Tav, I just needed to do SOMETHING while I'm stuck at work till 6 😭

#astarion hc #astarion headcanons #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion acunin #musing while im stuck at work unable to play #possibly ooc? fuck it we bhall

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kerstrel · 1 year

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mini headcanon:

Bruce is STEM-minded. Dick does well enough in school to get by and prefers STEM, much like Bruce.

Then Jason.

Jason loves books. He loves history. Jason is as humanities-oriented as you can get in a kid. Even after he dies, his love of literature doesn't. When Dick needs to relax, he's in the gym flipping and jumping. Jason's in the garden reading.

Jason had been with Bruce for several years after adoption when he had his first public breakdown. He was at the dining table, staring at a big red F on his math exam. And he cried.

Bruce knew Jason had an inferiority complex, but to see it laid out so openly was heart-wrenching.

Tearfully, a sad Jason held up the paper and whispered, "I did my best. Dick said this class was easy. How come when you're good at English, it's only okay? How come you need to be good at math to be smart?"

And Bruce couldn't bring himself to answer.

He wanted to help Jason with math, but he was busy and Dick was busy, so Jason grit his teeth and figured it out on his own. (He barely got a C in the class.)

Later, after the resurrection, Jason is hanging around the manor when Tim rushes inside. His lip is quivering and an essay marked with a bright 63% is clutched in his hand. Instead of lording it over Tim that this one thing came easy to him, Jason sits next to him.

Jason accepts he's the English person in a room full of math geniuses. He talks Tim through the essay because he needed someone to talk him through his own school struggles.

Jason makes the decision to help his brother and Tim manages an A in the class.

And Jason is happy for him. Jason is happy for Tim in his successes and failures. He's there when Tim wins a math award, and there when Tim needs help with an essay.

Jason figured he'd be there since no one was there for him.

#jason todd headcanon #jason and tim are brothers your honor #i'm not projecting #jason todd likes reading #big brother jason todd #batfam #bat family #kneeko writes #musings from beyond #jason todd #tim drake

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS * collection #2

how does your muse get local news and updates on current events? are they up to date with all the latest goings-on or do they prefer to avoid it altogether?

did your muse grow up with any particular television shows? do they have a favorite, or a memory tied to these shows?

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

does your muse stay up to date with the latest fashion trends? describe their style. where do they typically buy their clothes?

who was their first celebrity crush?

what would your muse's bio say if they were on a dating app?

what kind of phone does your muse have, and how customized is it? does it have a basic case or something more unique? is the screen cracked? do they have a popsocket or other accessories on it?

who was the one family member your muse always looked up to, if any?

if your muse drives a car, have they personalized it in any way (bumper stickers, things hanging from the rearview mirror, etc.)?

if given a choice between having a night in or spending the night out on the town, which would they most likely choose and why?

what are your muse's favorite scents, and what do they associate them with?

what kind of shopper is your muse? are they a slow, methodical shopper, a list-maker, or a grab the items and go kind of person? how long do they usually spend getting their groceries? how long do they spend clothes shopping? do they use changing rooms?

if something bad happens, who will your muse call first?

what social cause is your muse most passionate about and why?

if your muse was made into an action figure, what would their five catchphrases be?

what are your muse's biggest fears, and what caused them?

what's the one thing your muse constantly does and wishes they could stop doing?

does your muse know how to fight? describe their fighting style. if someone was threatening them and about to attack, how would they respond?

will your muse eat at fast food restaurants? if they're on a time crunch, what type of food will they grab?

did your muse's parents pass down any quirks or habits that your muse now does? what are they?

does you muse like road trips, or would they prefer to fly in a plane?

what are their thoughts on roadside attractions and tourist traps? when visiting new cities, do they prefer to see the most popular sites, or pretend to be a local and blend in?

what does your muse's bedroom look like? is it cluttered or clean? do they use the overhead lighting, or use lamps and other things to provide a better ambience? do they make their bed every morning or leave it unmade?

is your muse a 'this is a really nice box, i should save it' kind of person, or do they tend to throw things out no matter what?

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