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#headcanon he likes sweet stuff

sandeewithtwoe · 2 months

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requests still open? then can you draw fluffynight plss 🙏

This ship gives me “I’ve only known Ccino for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself” vibes

Ccino belongs to Black-Nyanko

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

#art #utmv #me answers #sanscest #fluffynight #nightmare x ccino #ccino sans #nightmare sans #nightmare is drinking hot chocolate #headcanon he likes sweet stuff #while dream likes bitter #cause it’s funny

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veinsfullofstars · 21 days

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“Quit laughin’, ya bastard, I’m dyin’ over here! Get me some starsdamn milk, for cryin’ out loud!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, in which lunch is interrupted by a disagreement on spicy food and some improper use of the Sharing mechanic. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Based on a personal headcanon that DMK enjoys spicy food and Daroach vehemently does not.

UPDATE: I foRGOT HIS EYE SCAR?? HeLLO??? (fixed it now but starsdamn it this is why I shouldn't post stuff the second I finish heck dang it all veins get some sleep would you)

Started 04/06/24, finished 04/09/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK and DR sitting side-by-side enjoying some lunch together - a sandwich for the thief, a plate of spicy curry for the knight. DMK (his mask pushed up to the side of his head, bits of curry stuck to his face) idly eats his meal with a fork as DR picks up and scrutinizes a small bottle of hot sauce the knight had set aside, a brow raised in disappointment.*

DR: “Ultra spicy,” huh? Blech. How can you stand this stuff, Dark? Like, can you even taste anythin’ anymore? (Besides pain?)

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DMK: Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Here, want a bite~?

*setting his fork upright in the curry, DMK pushes his plate aside and turns towards DR with the most mischievous expression, reaching up to grab the collar of his cape. DR turns his head sharply, dropping the bottle and the sandwich, as the knight starts tugging him towards him.*

DR: What’re you-? Hey! No! No! Don’t you friggin’ dare, Dark, I swear to Nova-

Panel 3

*DMK stands up and yanks DR down towards his face, a hand clasped on the back of the thief’s head to hold him there. DR flinches (VFX: two large exclamation points), knocked off his feet and holding his paws out in surprise. A wisp of steam rises from between them, curling into a little pink heart at the top. Text reading “*Face-to-Face SFX*” hovers behind DMK.*

Panel 4

*DR jerks away from DMK, red-faced and doubled over in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out with a fresh red burn on the end, steam emitting from his face in puffs. He frantically fans at his mouth with one paw while shoving DMK away with the other.*

DR: (breaking the dialogue bubble in places) AAGH!! Ow! Star-burnin’ son-of-the-void what is wrong with you piece a’- aaaughh dammit stars dammit ow ow ow ow!!

*DMK cackles, leaning away with one arm held up against the rat’s pushing paw, one eye shut and mouth stretched open in a wide smile, a single incisor prominent within and a touch of blush at the corner. Text reading “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA” hovers behind him surrounded by laugh lines.*

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lavleyart · 2 years

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"Come to me, Ravenheart. Messenger of Evil!"

I was inspired by the Xandria song "Messenger of Evil" and at the same time I was watching the Witcher series and I can't stop analyzing the lightning while I try to watch said series. So I just tossed the lightning I witnessed in the scenes into a Vaati picture.

That one took hella long and is kinda special to me so every interaction means a lot 🥺💜

#yes he is vegetarian and a sucker for sweet stuff #in rps i keep having him eat fruit stuff and pastries like a king #also i headcanon that he hates alcohol because of the loss of control so he actually drinks grape juice but would pretend it was wine #he just doesnt want to be seen as baby because hell is he anxious about his reputation to a toxic degree #i designed cups and bowls fitting to Vaatis theme #the crest on the throne is a fanmade vaati flag from reddit user wufflytime #vaati #vaati fanart #vaati the wind mage #legend of zelda vaati #loz fanart #loz vaati #minish cap #zelda fanart #zelda #legend of zelda #tloz #the legend of zelda #my art

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sunshinereddie · 2 years

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i have a hc of eddie not really liking coffee, but he always drinks it because he works early and he hates mornings and he needs something to wake him up. so every morning he makes his coffee, and he tries different ways to make it taste better, but every time he still ends up having to force himself to drink it.

but then, after all the events of ch2 and when eddie and richie start dating and move in together, eddie comes into the kitchen one morning to see that richie has woken up before him, which is a surprise on it’s own, but even more so that richie has made him coffee. richie wishes his boyfriend good morning with a hug and a kiss, and puts the coffee down in front of him, and eddie obviously accepts it, he doesn’t like coffee but he’s not gonna refuse the coffee that his loving boyfriend has made for him, he’s not a monster.

except, when eddie takes a sip, it’s... not horrible. it actually tastes good. like, really good. eddie chugs the entire thing, and demands to know what richie did to it, meanwhile richie is just standing there confused like, “uh... i just put milk and sugar in it?”

and maybe to richie it was just milk and sugar, but to eddie, it was more than that. it’s another sign to eddie that richie has been that missing piece in his life, that richie has been what he’s needed all this time.

#turns out eds has just been burning the coffee beans all this time and thats why it tastes like shit #he's also been trying to pretend that he likes just black coffee all this time but my mans likes sweet stuff #give him coffee with milk and sugar <3 #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #reddie #reddie hc #reddie headcanon #it #it au #it hc #it 2017 #it 2019

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magnusmodig · 3 months

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||. thor feels like the type of menace to drink his coffee completely black and actually enjoy it. ...and then proceed to take it black just for the sake of making everyone around him uncomfortable out of jest. (not that he doesn't like coffee with cream or sugar... but even then it would stay either on the strong side of coffee grounds (hispanic coffee style cafe bustello my beloved) or only lightly tampered with.)

#(idk he doesn't strike me as a /sweets/ person)#(not that he doesn't like sweets either ... but ... there's probably a threshold he has when sweet becomes TOO sweet)#(like he'd be able to eat danishes and pies and stuff just fine... but probably not smthn on the level of-)#(-pecan pie. which is INCREDIBLY sweet. like near tooth-achingly sweet)#(and anyways i'm writing about him getting coffee and this thought went through my mind)#( ooc . ) — stories that leap from the page .#( headcanon . ) — glory to the man who toils for his land . may it ever prosper .

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 2 years

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angel wings- g.satoru

synopsis: you ask gojo to tattoo you.

warnings: mentions of sa. mentions of sa tattoos. childhood trauma. mature themes. mentions of groping and unwanted advances (18+)

a/n: a part of me didn't want to post this and wants to delete this while another part of me sees this as something that has to be mentioned. I have no idea where this surfaced, but I want everyone to know that I admire you for being here. sa is not a joke and should never be treated lightly. if you know anyone or you yourself struggle with sa, please reach out to anyone- whether it be me, a friend, a counselor, or a trusted individual, I encourage you not to internalize your emotions for they are valid.

"I want to get a tattoo, gojo." you speak, slowly aware that the path you chose meant a change in your relationship. "and I want you to do it for me."

"really?"

"yes," you breathe, in hopes of composing any shaky speech, "I uh... I did some research and I saw how much people use medusa as an exam-"

"we don't have to talk here," he says, motioning to the back, "we can talk in my room if you want."

"okay."

this was it, you think, following his larger frame from behind. gojo was everything but energetic right now, you noted. his footsteps were gentle, breathing serene, and his movements were graceful. the dress shirt he always liked to wear was rolled up, covered by a black apron. one he always wore by custom as it was -according to him- his lucky 'cloak'.

you met gojo during your sophomore year of college, an art class you thought he was too advanced for. the professor, though disliking his character, couldn't say anything about his art. it was beautiful, detailed, profound, and striking.

they're looking at you, you whisper to him smugly during a group project full of girls. they want you to draw them.

I won't draw someone because they ask, he whispers, I only draw from inspiration. right now, your hands are more inspiring than their faces.

you look down, seeing your hand hold a pencil as a sketchpad rests against your thighs.

you're only saying that because you want me to do your part of the project.

oh right, he smiles teasingly, that was my plan all along. befriending you to get my work done.

a cleared throat pulls you from your memories, gojo leans against a wall, "okay, now you can tell me."

"r-right. I was wondering if you could do a tattoo. I did some research on what I'd like... but a medusa tattoo is too obvious..." his silence remains as he encourages you to continue, "I was thinking some flowers, maybe a ladybug... just something that symbolizes moving on." you pause, "are you still doing those temporary tattoos?"

"still am," he replies factually, "they last about a few weeks to a few months."

"that's good," you sigh in relief, "I didn't want something permanent. sounds perfect."

gojo seems to show no exterior expressions, his facial structure remains the same; serious. and you can't tell what his eyes are thinking under the covers over them.

"I could give you some wings..." he mutters under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. "let me get my sketchbook..." he pulled you to his artist desk, offering you his chair before he sketched the details. and you were surprised to find that this was just what you wanted.

"how does your inner ankle sound?" he asks, biting the tip of his pen between his teeth, "we could try your forearm too, but if you want something private then your ankle would be-"

"that's perfect," you nod, "do you have any appointments for next week?"

"I was actually hoping you could stay and I could finish it by tonight..."

"but aren't you full like two weeks in advance?"

"only when I want them to," he smiles, "I have some hours open for drawing or for walk-ins. I like it that way."

"okay... so do you want me to sit?"

"yeah," gojo points with his pen, "you can sit on the chair. I'll elevate the chair so that your ankles are at a good level, is that okay?"

"yeah."

I can't believe we finished that assignment in one go, you breathed as you lay on your friend's couch that same day. the clock across from you read 3:03am.

yeah, but it was us who did most of the work. gojo frowned. all those girls did was stand there and look pretty.

you forced a chuckle, yeah but don't you need pretty? artists need muses too, you know.

he shrugs, not always. sometimes... what we need is practicality, order, and stability.

then... you didn't find that today?

of course, I did, he said, I found that and much more.

oh yeah? like what?

like... you, for example. if it weren't for you, I probably would have quit already.

that doesn't sound too convincing...

he laughs at something you can't understand.

you never know, do you? he grins, but that's okay. it's getting late. do you want to stay the night? I think it's too late for you to be driving at this hour...

I wouldn't want to impose, you say, I'm sure you have to wake early for tomorrow.

nah, he grins, I can sleep in. if you want, you can take my bed.

there's no way I'm doing that to you.

come on, he nudges, it's just a bed.

your, bed. you enunciate, I'm not doing that to you.

it's just a bed, he casually rolls his shoulders, or are we gonna discuss till dawn? I'd rather be sleeping already.

alright, you fail to hold back a yawn, but I'm sleeping on the sofa.

don't be ridiculous, he says, sleep on my bed. it's clean if that's what you're worried about.

I never... you lose your words, I didn't mean to-

-it's fine, he smiles, now, can you go to bed? man needs his beauty sleep.

fine.

I've got some pj's if you want, he says, suddenly getting up. I've got some basketball shorts and a tee that'll fit, if you want.

satoru, you say his name for what seems like the first time, I'm not doing that to you-

-I'm just being a good host. come on, will you let me be one? I hardly have people over. come on, please?

you finally accept. for the remainder of the night you sleep in gojo's borrowed clothes, and his bed. meanwhile unbeknownst to you, satoru happily snores from the comfort of his own couch. a warm satisfaction swirls in his stomach; knowing that you were sleeping in the best place of the house.

"is there any reason for the tattoo?" he asks you, holding the pen in his hand, "you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

"I..." you struggle to find air, "I wanted something to commemorate my freedom..." you watch as satoru takes a glance at you before he arranges his ink cart. "I didn't have the most ideal childhood..."

"so it's a childhood tattoo?" he asks.

"kinda, well, if you consider my childhood a childhood- which I don't think was." you sigh, hoping to not get too gloomy, "you remember in grade school when all the kids used to have their parents bring snacks for school parties?"

"yeah,"

"my parents were never like that," you shrugged, "maybe it wasn't a priority... I don't know for sure, but as a kid... all you care about are those small things, you know? game nights, camping, and field trips..."

"then..." he asks softly, "where do the wings come in?"

"my home life was never harmonious, surprisingly. I always felt like I was walking on eggshells with everyone that... I didn't know who I was. you don't really focus on your identity when you've got a lot of yelling going on in the house..."

"was there anything physical?" he asks, worry laced in his tone.

"not really," you swallow the lump in your throat. unsure if it's because of the needle approaching your skin or the explanation you were about to give.

"did he ever hit you?" he asks, "your dad?"

"stepdad," you correct.

"same thing if it's a dad," he says, "they're meant to protect, are they not?"

you don't meet his eyes after a moment of silence. he calls your name gently, and you feel shivers run down your spine.

"he wasn't... really a dad." you speak, evidently unsure on how to word your next sentences, "he would...um, as a child... he'd do things in my room. I never really told anyone, because- how could I? we were financially dependent on him. if I told my mom, then we'd probably be on the streets, and I worried about not going to school anymore."

"so you let him."

"yes and no," you want to smack yourself for your answer, "I um... he'd do it most of the time... when I was asleep. so it's not like I hardly noticed anything." a dry laugh erupts from your chest, "but when you're 16 and obviously grown... things escalate further. stares last longer, hands in the kitchen sink lower, and pats on your back end up fixing your bra strap..." you shake your head, smiling to fight off tears.

"I uh... I'm glad I'm gone though. I promised myself, once I get out- I'd celebrate. I'd do something great. I'd get a tattoo against their wishes to commemorate my freedom." you laugh, "and here I am."

when you look down to gojo's frame, you notice how the ink has barely touched your skin. his pen, floats above your ankle, and his eyes are piercing the skin of your ankle. processing things.

"I probably shouldn't have said all that," you frown, hoping your apologetic smile would be enough, "I'm sorry."

"what..." he chokes, "what are you apologizing for?"

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..."

"I'm not uncomfortable..."

"oh?"

"I'm..." he bites his tongue, "I'm distraught... how could you live like that?"

"you get kinda used to it, really-"

"-that's not something someone has to get used to," he replies, "especially not a child."

"but I'm okay now," you smile in hope, reaching his jaw to look at you, "still conflicted at times, but I'm mostly okay."

his eyes won't meet you. "satoru," you call, grabbing his forearm gently.

your friend puts his pen down before turning to look at you. and slowly, you find yourself loosing composure.

satoru's eyes are watery, eyes pink, and the color of his face is not the same luminous color you have known. his hands slide right below your knees, but you don't pay attention to his hands, you frown when you meet his eyes.

"why are you crying?"

"you don't deserve this," he croaks, hot tears run down his face. "I... your childhood was taken from you."

"I know," you whisper, allowing hot tears to stream across your cheeks, "but I'm done, I survived. I don't have to live through that again. and now... I'm lucky to live the life I want for myself." your thumbs reach to wipe down his tears from his beautiful eyes, "I've met the people I want in my life. people I care about, people who make me smile everyday." you grin.

"that's why I love spending time with you. you always find a way to make me smile."

gojo feels his head spin. his skin feels warm, and all he wants to do is close his eyes, but when you're in front of him wearing a smile, he wants to be the stronger one. wants to be the one you tell him things. so he grabs your hands.

"thank you for telling me this." his eyes meet yours, "I had no idea what you were going through... I... I understand why you wanted to do this so badly now.'' gojo fails to see the frown on your face when he lets your hands go, but rather focuses on the new drive pumping through his blood encouraging him to finish this piece. he wants to do this.

the both of you rarely speak a word except for gojo's, tell me if it hurts, when his needle inks your skin. he stops once when you hiss, and proceeds when you nod in approval.

the wings themselves are relatively small. they almost look like a doodle, small enough for only you to see. your secret that no one besides you, and now gojo, will know.

you don't ask him to keep your story a secret because you know he will. gojo is a reliable friend, unbeknownst to all. he respects your privacy and understands the seriousness of the subject never to bring again casually.

as he makes final touches to your tattoo you realize that you hold no regrets, your chest feels lighter, and the air in the room feels cleaner. as if an invisible barrier had been broken.

placing his pen down, gojo sighs, in relief. turning to you with a look you can equally identify as the feeling in your chest. he smiles.

"you're free, angel."

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tvrningout-a · 7 months

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i think i've mentioned that it varies how seriously drinking a vampire's blood is treated depending on the vampire ( some consider it as a step towards marriage/forging a long-standing bond whereas others treat it very casually with romantic/sexual partners ), and cyrillo himself takes it pretty seriously. he won't offer his blood to just anyone, particularly after what happened with hulda -- being able to feel his apprehension towards their relationship only served to push her away and hurt her. he doesn't want to make the same mistake twice and thus is very selective with whom he shares his blood.

that being said, if cyrillo offers his blood, it is with the intention that he wants to be with you for the foreseeable future. he doesn't want anyone else, doesn't believe he will want anyone else as long as you're alive. if he offers his blood to you, it's because he doesn't have any doubts about you, about his feelings. if he offers his blood to you, then it's as good as him offering his hand in marriage, tbh. he will not phrase it that way, i don't think, more likely explaining that he wants to give himself to you in his entirety just as he wishes to have every piece of you.

to offer his blood is to offer his heart and soul; it is a connection of such intimacy, in his mind, that marriage does not matter. who cares about a piece of paper, about titles? he just wants you. you're all he needs.

#marriage is nice bc it gives cyrillo a reason to be like 'hehe look at my spouse <3 /my/ spouse so gorgeous so perfect <3' like a sap!!#but truly he doesn't care as long as he and his partner are on the same page #but catch me giggling and kicking my feet as i think about cyrillo offering his blood to somebody #he gets so intense and serious when it comes to this stuff bc it's just like!! yes he's very old and yes in vampire culture #it's normal to have multiple casual partners but when he has romantic feelings he stops all the casual stuff #and it's only the one (or two/three if a polyship) person for him #listen i could just ramble about him and being in love bc i think he's so cute and sweet but i'll stop :' )))#headcanons | cyrillo

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dirtyoldmanhole · 7 months

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i was clicking around on FE wiki and it reminded me that bifrost exists. aka super legendary 'revive one (1) of your people' staves aka reskinned Aum.

the staff that boss!gunter drops in revelation when you fight/"kill" him. that staff.

why the hell does he have it?

the only other time it shows up in fates is a random treasure chest in conquest near the end (in hoshido), so it's not really tied to the character or a location in an obvious way.

but it's the kind of thing that i can't see anankos giving to him because why help your enemy?

we're firmly in headcanon territory here, but ngl i could see gunter checking out some of the chests beforehand (he does collect some treasure for you if you decide not to fight mikoto two chapters before, so not an unreasonable assumption). he grabs it, holds onto it.

he's obviously not a staff user so he doesn't intend it for himself... kind of begs the question that he knows corrin's going to defeat/kill him and basically has it for corrin to find.

even after straight up betraying corrin he's still looking out for you.

:') p a i n

#agony even #meta #i tend to think about a lot of the fucked stuff he did so when he does like (1) genuinely sweet thing for corrin/you i'm all [GROSS SOBBING #more of a stretch but weirdly enough i could also Kind Of see it being anankos looking out for you given well. Actual Dad spoilers i guess?#'technically the evil half of your actual dad possessing your father figure slash yandere ossan husband who just betrayed you technically'#“it's complicated” understatement of the fucking century lmao #oh my god poor azura post-rev if you headcanon corrin/gunter LOLLLL she's all 'i'm ... just not going there' given she knows Who anankos is

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lady-zephyrine · 24 days

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I imagine that since he's the same species as Kirby, Meta Knight also has to eat a lot in order to keep his energy up.

Sometimes he can be found completely passed out because he didn't eat anything yet that day.

#Zephyr speaks #I imagine it's also an excuse for why he eats sweets #But the man loves sweets regardless #Dedede also likes to bake him cakes and stuff so that he has something to keep his energy up #Puffballs in general are like little stars when you get down to it #headcanons

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