#headcanon monday

[homeofthelonelywriter]

HM: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

(A/N) I think this is the first time since I started with Head Canon Monday, that I post something that wasn’t a request...still, since all the clumsy!Reader HC were so popular, I thought I would do them with an underrated character. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x clumsy!Reader

Warnings: none

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(Am I the only who thought that he was extremely hot in this scene?)

let’s start with the good thing

he’s a doctor

no matter how badly you hurt yourself, he knows how to fix you

honestly, that is probably how you two met

you somehow managed to hurt yourself and had to go to the hospital

and he just happened to be your very attractive doctor

after that, you became a regular there

and he made sure to always be the one to treat you

after all, he knew about the connection as soon as the two of you met for the first time

and connection or not, you couldn’t deny that you were falling for him

after a few months of your regular visits there was suddenly another doctor treating you

you of course asked where Carlisle was

and you were told that he no longer wanted to be your doctor

which confused and hurt you

but as you were about to leave the hospital, Carlisle pulled you aside

at first you wanted to ignore him, still hurt by his rejection

but as you walked away from him, he called something after you that took you by surprise

“Doctors can’t date their patients.”

you, of course, immediately turned around and jumped into his open arms

after you calmed down, he officially asked you if you’d like to go out with him

you said yes

duh

you quickly found out about the vampire thing

they weren’t really hiding it that well

after you two started dating, Carlisle developed some strategies to keep you from hurting yourself

one, he’d always be by your side

before dates, he would pick you up at your front door

and after, he would insist to bring you at least to the front door, if not even up to your room

two, if you insisted on going hiking with him, he’d insist to carry you most of the time

that would also count if it was slippery during winter

three, he would be the one to drive the car

again, especially during winter

his reflexes are just better than yours

four, no wet dishes for you

or knives

just anything you could hurt yourself with

five, he essentially babyproofed the house

no carpets you could trip over

extra sturdy railings at the stairs

if he would not carry you up and down those damn things

he even babyproofed your house

six, first air kids EVERYWHERE

and all his kids had to learn about first aid

especially Emmet, Alice and Edward since you spend most of your time with them

even you had to complete a course

and you always had to carry a first aid kit with you

seven, Jasper would have to slowly get used to you

and you would not be allowed to be alone with Jasper

either Carlisle, Edward, Emmet or Rose had to be there with you

eight, no wrestling with Emmet

this one was only implemented because Carlisle found Emmet and you play-wrestling one day and, if he could, he would’ve had a heart attack

nine, high heels or pumps only on special occasions and when someone was with you

ten, tell Carlisle if you hurt yourself

even if you think that it’s nothing

he loves you

and is worried shitless about you

he just wants you to be safe

and for that, he would do anything

but don’t even try asking him about turning into a vampire

#carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen fanfiction #carlisle cullen imagine #carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen fanfic #carlisle cullen ff #carlisle cullen headcanons #carlisle x reader #carlisle imagine #carlisle fanfiction #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #twilight fanfic #twilight ff #headcanon monday

[aloha-obi]

In some AU out there I like to think there’s a Batman that started out as more “Brucie” the playboy bachelor than self made fighting machine. A Bruce Wayne who was actually more accustomed to throwing epic parties than punching bad guys. A Bruce that tried to drown his grief in every pleasure the world has to offer… until he finds his Robin.

Dick Grayson who comes from the same type of tragedy, only he doesn’t have a billion dollars (or a father figure like Alfred) to fall back on.

This little kid who wants to take on the mob personally - is now targeted by kidnappers who want Bruce’s money - and is suffering from a complete lack of self preservation and the innate compulsion to swing from every chandelier in Bruce’s home.

This kid, who some people in Gotham’s high society look upon with a predatory gaze and whisper things like ‘Talon’ and ‘Court of Owls’ and a dozen other things that Bruce isn’t sure about…. But Dick has nothing and no one and Bruce HAS to step up and be there for him.

So Brucie, with his years of marital arts training (because he still loves his fitness and the ability to defend himself) has to quickly become someone who’s able to protect this kid. Everyone in Gotham thinks Bruce has matured and settled down because he’s a father now - and they aren’t Wrong per se but really - when your kid is that much of a daredevil/trouble magnet, a Bat-themed vigilante gets born out of necessity because Robin was going to go fight the darkness with or without Bruce’s help.

Just imagine a ‘Brucie’ who wants to forget his grief through partying more than punching criminals … and then imagine how that partying DILF becomes BATMAN - born from protective love instead of long held grief.

#dick grayson #batfam #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily headcanons #robin!dick #I need the 50k word fic on my desk by Monday #Himbo to Hero Bruce #Brucie Wayne #batman and robin #batfamily #batfam au

[midnightorchids]

You’re sitting on Jason’s lap, kissing his neck while he’s on the couch in his black Armani suit. He smells like one of his expensive colognes and faintly of the cigarette he decided to smoke after his shower. He looks pretty layed out underneath you. His hair’s slicked back, eyebrows are furrowed and shirt’s half unbuttoned.

He knows he’s running late for another one of Bruce’s galas, but he’s not making any effort to stop you, except for when he lets out a whiney “fuck, don’t leave any marks,” when your teeth graze the sensitive spot on his neck.

His eyes are closed shut, but his hands pull you in closer.

Shit, he really doesn’t want to leave…

#crying i have a final on monday i should be studying #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood headcanon #red hood imagine #batfam

[steddieas-shegoes]

Steve Harrington, age 7, being forced to join Boy Scouts because his father wanted him to learn how to “be a man” but didn’t wanna be the one to put in the work

Eddie Munson, age 8 and three quarters, forced to join Boy Scouts because the CPS worker who placed him with Wayne said it always looked good when the kids were involved in extracurriculars

Steve and Eddie becoming best friends because they both hated the uniform, and the activities, and having to please a bunch of men who had nothing better to do than hang out with kids three nights a week (and one Saturday a month)

Steve and Eddie earning every badge out of spite for their situations, not because they actually cared about tying knots or starting fires (okay, actually, that one was kind of cool)

Steve’s dad actually coming to a badge ceremony and seeing the way he hugged Eddie, known trailer trash, and immediately deciding that Steve no longer needed to be in Boy Scouts

Steve being sent to sleep away camp that summer so there was no risk of him being around Hawkins kids, only to come back with weekly swim lessons and a commitment to the local Little League team that “could really use your arm, son”

Wayne being granted full legal custody of Eddie so he didn’t have to work so hard to impress CPS anymore, letting him stop Boy Scouts as long as he found a hobby, pleased when it was guitar

Steve and Eddie finding their way out of the Upside Down together because of what they learned in Boy Scouts, laughing about how only two good things came out of that whole time: tying knots and becoming friends

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #it’s a Monday from hell #if I have one more phone call I’m gonna commit a crime #so here’s a little thing that’s not much but it’s honest work

[flametrashiraarchive]

No one asked but... I'm trash and it's Muzan Monday!

NSFW Muzan headcanons

NSFW beneath the cut obviously.

Now I know you're thinking "demon daddy is the ultimate top"

And you'd be right 99% of the time.

"I permit your continued existence solely for the purpose of my pleasure."

He fucks you when he's angry, stressed, disappointed...

So, multiple times per day.

The thing is, he can change the shape and size of his body

And that includes his dick.

So some days he's just a normal level of stressed out and just want a nice easy ride, listening to the symphony of your moans.

Wants you nice and wet so he can hear it slapping.

Other days he's beyond pissed and will make his dick huge, cramming it into you and pounding you until you scream.

And let me tell ya, that thing is not always smooth and human-looking.

Ridges... bumps... mouths

Making you cum is a point of pride. Knowing he can elicit a reaction from you with the simplest touch gets him off.

Sometimes he likes to experiment with new ways of bringing about your ruin.

And Muzan has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

He can exert pressure on objects at will and manipulate vibrations in the air

Which is an ability he'll sometimes use on you.

You'll just be going about your day and feel a sort of tingly pressure down there

And notice Muzan is staring at you with a faint menacing smile

He loves to watch you try to keep your composure as he makes you cum with his mind.

Degrades AND praises.

"Oh, my pretty little slut is such a pathetic, whimpering mess."

"Mm, yes you're pleasing your king well. Such an obedient harlot."

"There isn't a single hole in your in your body I haven't defiled, is there? You belong to me, don't you? Say it."

But sometimes... sometimes...

The burden of command is too much

Muzan will, on occasion, permit you to top him.

"Speak a word of this and it will be the last thing you utter."

There isn't a restraint in the universe that can truly contain him, but he likes when you tie him up

Surrendering control makes him feel vulnerable and that's something he isn't used to feeling anymore. It's a thrill he only allows himself to feel with you.

Expects zero mercy.

Bares his teeth and growls as you fuck him.

Leaves claw marks in the floorboards.

and just milk his cock.

Moo-zan

But he absolutely cannot keep his composure when you go down on him.

Your mouth is his ruin.

The only time you will ever see his face flush is when you lick his tip and maintain eye contact.

Put the tip of your tongue in his slit.

The man's a mess.

His back fully arches and he starts to pant

His voice cracks when he's close

"Nggghhh damn you... m-more... I'm cu-ohhhh fuck fuck ffffuck..."

Likes to read to you afterward while you lay your head in his lap.

Acting all dignified and calm as if he didn't just whimper so loudly he alerted Kokushibo.

Gently twists your hair around his fingertips as you start to fall asleep.

"You belong to me," he says.

He means "I love you."

#muzan headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #kny muzan #lord muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer muzan #muzan x y/n #sub muzan #muzan x you #muzan my beloved #muzan mondays

[earthnashes]

“I ain’t king for nothin’.”

Quick lil doodle of Bowser to celebrate the big man now being on the big screen! :>

#Super Mario #nintendo #nintento headcanon #my art #my stuff #Bowser #koopa #doodle #monster mondays

[ddejavvu]

for multiverse Monday, can I request rockstar!eddie and shy!reader? I love their dynamic. maybe just a fluffy night on tour?

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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You're spending another night on Eddie's tour bus. You're staring at the small patch of wall that's at your feet, a blackout curtain pulled by your side that makes it nearly impossible to see your boyfriend. You do, though, from the light of his glowing phone.

He snorts at a quip a character makes in the movie you're watching, but you're too distracted to hear it. He digs his knee into your side, turning to face you with questioning eyes, "Babe? What'sa matter, that joke killed. Not even a giggle?"

"I didn't hear," You admit, "What did he say?"

"He said 'you should tune in to this reality and squeeze your boyfriend's butt," Eddie turns to you, wriggling his ass behind him to offer it up to your grip, and you flatten your hand there with a soft laugh.

"So? What's up," Eddie kisses the puffy skin beneath your left eye, "Too tired for a movie?"

"Just thinking," You hum, and Eddie kisses the words off of your lips.

"'Bout what?"

"Your friends are out drinking," You remind him, as if he's forgotten you have the bus to yourself, "And we're here."

"If you want, we can catch 'em at the club," Eddie offers, propping himself up on his elbow in bed and subsequently slamming his head into the top bunk, "Ow! Actually, maybe I shouldn't drink with a concussion."

"Eddie," You sympathize, letting him bury his face into your shoulder as you stroke through his curls. You press a kiss to the crown of his head, healing his ailments with a sweet smooch.

"We can go if you want," He speaks, lips puckered from how his cheeks are squished. They leave sticky stains on your shoulder, "I just thought bars weren't really your scene."

"They're not," You admit, fingers tickled by Eddie's frizzy curls, "But I thought they were yours."

"I drink sometimes," He shrugs, pressing a damp kiss to your neck, "Clubs aren't as fun now, though. They're mostly just for finding hookups, and I don't need those anymore."

"But there's music," You reason, untangling a knot in his hair, "And lights, and dancing, and your friends."

"Mm, I can do all that from right here," Eddie finally pulls his face out of your shoulder to stare down at you, hovering above you, "'S called a dance party, babe. Held 'em all the time with Wayne when I was younger. He was damn good at the YMCA."

You snort at the mental image, huffing out a slow, soft sigh, "Are you sure you would rather stay in here?"

"Duh," He looks at you like you've asked him if he's absolutely certain the earth is round, "You're here."

"That's it?" You wonder, "That's all you care about?"

"Uh-huh," Eddie lays proudly against you once more, hair fanned over the pillow, "A dance party wouldn't hurt, though. Think you could handle Love Shack?"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #multiverse mondays #ddejavvu’s multiverse mondays #eddie munson au #rockstar!eddie

[pope-neuro]

It’s that time of week again isn’t it

#medic Monday #tf2 medic #tf2 #medic my beloved #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #tf2 shitpost #tf2 headcanons #medic #tf2 hcs

[vervainium]

theodore nott headcanons pt 2

(bc u guys are sl*ts and wouldn’t stop asking me [i had one person request LOL])

a/n these are more like… romantic maybe? maybe even emotional? i like them tho i like them and now they’re all canon because i said so and the harry potter community basically created him out of thin air so 😁💁🏼‍♀️

firstly i believe in curly haired theo

it’s common knowledge in my community that i believe theo is smart

i think he is articulated and he knows how to process his words

he could be a REALLY (hot) good english professor

my point; hozier type words

i think that he is a naturally deep lover

he is so emotionally raw and i think he writes it all down in this cute little note book that he keeps under his mattress

perhaps he even lets you read it or gives it to you, we will never know

i think that hes secretive with his love though

anyways um

i think he loves eye contact

it allows him to connect better with people

i think it would be his thing to talk with his eyes

his eyes can be very expressive i believe like super expressive

like you make eye contact with him and suddenly you know his every thought

i honestly love the whole selective mute thing

he values his voice and his pride and it’s almost like a sacred thing because he isn’t talkative at home with yk… the big ol man

oh this might be short okay speed round

a great baker

specifically pastries

loves a good fantasy novel

he would love game of thrones and the house of the dragon

secretly super passionate about muggle life me thinks

loves to sit alone with himself

i actually think he’s stable in his self image!!!!!

i know this is controversial but hear me out he has such an example of what he doesn’t want to be (his dad) and he also has good examples (his trusted teachers)

i think he has a very good idea of who he is and who he wants to be

as you read these again bc they’re so good, i know you will, listen to angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier

bye!!!!

#vervainium #theodore nott #theo nott #vervains headcanons #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #harry potter #slytherin #BAHAHA ITS TECHNICALLY STILL MONDAY #ITS 10:49 #i love theodore nott #he is actually my dream man like i need him #ummm digital footprint #i just enjoy emotional intimacy 😁

[galacticnovie]

i'm normal about this egg

#kirby fanart #kirby #magolor #magolor monday #doodle pile #magolor headcanons #kirby headcanons #i guess this is part reference sheet too #feel free to ama about this lil dude :)

[homeofthelonelywriter]

HM: Jughead x Reader with cold hands

(A/N) Here is the request of the lovely @lady-of-lies. Thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like it!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none 

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before you and Jug got together, he honestly barely noticed your cold hands or feet

after all, most of the time, he could blame it on the weather

and he never really got to notice that your feet were just as cold as your hands

but after you got together

boy oh boy, he got worried quickly

at first, he just blamed it on the weather again

but after some time, it was clear that there was more behind it

but he also didn’t want to ask you about it

instead, he tried to do subtle things to warm both your hands and feet

like making you hot water bottles whenever you’re at home together

and burying you under blankets

he would also buy you the warmest and softest gloves and socks he could find

maybe even pick up knitting and make your gloves and socks himself

and who knew that heated gloves exist

Jughead does…now

but he soon had to admit that nothing really helped

so, he did what he does best

research

he looked up different reasons for cold hands and feet on google

and that is never a good idea

after he saw a few scary diagnoses, he immediately confronted you 

(in a concerned way)

and you had to spend some time calming him down

he was literally freaking out

wanting to get you to the hospital or a doctor and some sort of medical professional

he only stopped when you told him that you had already been to the doctors and they confirmed that everything was okay and it wasn’t anything serious

he breathed a sigh of relief and apologized for freaking out

but that didn’t make him stop doing everything in his power to warm your hands and feet up

and hey, by then, he is really good at knitting

#jughead jones #jughead x reader #jughead imagine #jughead fanfiction #jughead headcanons #jughead fanfic #jughead ff #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale fanfiction #riverdale imagine #riverdale headcanons #fanfiction #headcanon monday

[starrystevie]

"since when do you know how to use a gun?"

steve's standing in the bunker doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, hip balanced against the door frame. he's watching eddie meticulously clean what used to be a basic rifle that's turned into some monstrous thing hopper built with an additional barrel and multiple scopes. they just got back from a big fight that took a lot out of them all, so he's not surprised that eddie stays silent before clicking something into place. the sound of the metal echoes off the barren walls and he finally turns to look at steve.

"since i started hunting with dear old dad when i was 6."

he pulls off a scope, peers inside and frowns at something steve can't see before blowing against the glass lightly. there's a rag sitting next to him covered in some mix of blood, guts and grease and steve wouldn't be surprised if it isn't the first cloth he's had to use on that particular rifle. it's one of nancy's favorites, after all, and she's not known to clean up after every fight.

eddie looks good with a gun in his hand, steve thinks in some dark recess of his brain that ignores the part where he hates guns. he thinks about the part that loves the focus on eddie's face when he holds one instead, his jaw set in place. eddie looks older, they all do, but with scars dotting his face and wrapped around his neck and days old stubble covering his chin because they haven't had enough water for a shave, he looks mature.

there's a permanent scowl on his face that seems wrong, takes over where cheeky grins used to be. he misses the days where eddie's laugh was the only thing ringing in steve's ears, when his eyebrows weren't pinched in the middle, when he would play alongside the kids with wild expressions and jokes to match.

steve guesses coming back from the dead could do that to a guy.

"hey," he offers, a bit quiet and hard to hear over the clinking of the metal and the ambient sounds of the underground bunker they've lived in for months now. eddie's head stays dropped over the gun as he cleans but he gives a hum in response, so steve takes it as a go ahead. "i think i'm ready to take you up on that offer."

eddie snorts. he wipes some grease over a piece of the gun before setting it down on the table to grab something else steve couldn't name if he tried. "gotta be more specific, stevie boy."

"i want-" steve huffs and readjusts his stance to look more serious. he wants to bring eddie back, but that might be too hard to do in the apocalypse. "i want you to teach me how to shoot."

they spend their allotted 30 minutes above ground later that afternoon in the open space that used to be an old garden. there's trees surrounding them and cans sitting on an old cardboard box structure yards ahead of them. everything's tinted red from the upside down sky that bled into hawkins a year ago and never seemed to leave.

the only gun steve wanted was a handgun, a tiny thing that he can hide in the back of his waistband if he needed, backup for if he lost his bat in a fight. it's not that he wants to shoot, that can be left to nancy and hopper and apparently eddie now that he's healed up enough to fight. no, steve just wants a way to connect with eddie again. a way to bring a little glimmer of light back into his eyes that look more and more like the upside down darkness everyday.

"you need to hold it tighter, steve." eddie's next to him with an arm hovering under steve's elbow as he aims at the pepsi can in the middle of the stack. "it'll throw you back when you shoot, so you gotta be ready."

steve lets his fingers curl tighter around the gun, careful not to press down with his pointer finger that's over the trigger. he can hear eddie huff under his breath and then suddenly he's there, hand curled around his arm and chest pressed against his side. eddie's hand whips up to wrap around steve's on the gun and he shakes his arm like he's testing how tense steve is.

"noodle arms ain't gonna help you. hold it tight."

there's something about the red sky and decay in the air and eddie's gravely voice in his ear that gets to him, his southern drawl more prominent now that he's come back. it's like he's trying to be wayne, trying to replicate what he thinks a man should be because the best model for it that he's had is wayne. steve plants his feet firmly in the ground to ignore the icy shiver passing through his body.

eddie breathes in deep and steve copies him, his shoulder pressing in firmly to eddie as he does. it feels like the first real breath he's had in a while and all it took was eddie munson touching him for steve to breathe again.

"that's better," eddie says and drops his hand from steve's elbow to hover somewhere around his waist. "be relaxed, but concentrate. keep steady and don't let your eyes look away. how do you feel?"

even though he asked a question, steve feels like he shouldn't answer. in some ways, it feels like a trap, like if he says what he actually feels then it's all going to fall apart. but there's this part of him, this tiny, nagging part of him that doesn't want to go back into the bunker without telling eddie how he's felt for far too long.

"okay, i think."

"go ahead and shoot when you're ready."

"...okay."

they stand in silence for a beat. steve can feel eddie's breath tickling the long hairs at his neck and there's a ringing in his ears that he doesn't know what to do with. the air is more suffocating than ever and steve wonders if he pulled out his pocket knife if he could cut through the tension.

eddie's hand finally lands on steve's waist and it blazes through him like a bullet. how is he supposed to shoot a gun, this all powerful thing, when eddie is there? he's breathing and he's alive and he's right where steve wants him to be. he knows he must tense up, knows he must take in a shuddering breath at the contact because-

"stop," eddie says, breaking the silence and pushing away from steve. he feels colder now, the fire that licked along his veins not 3 seconds ago diminishing at the distance between them. steve sighs, takes his hand off the trigger and lets his arm hand limply at his side. "why did you ask me to help you with this? why not nancy or hop?"

his questions hits steve like an accusation and steve wishes he had expected for it not to happen. this is eddie now, he's a little bit harsh and more than a little bit angry at the world. and god, steve had hoped that being with him, that being outside with him would help just even for a minute.

he wishes the upside down would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape the glare that eddie's throwing his way, but he couldn't stand to be an addition to the pain eddie carries around on his back. steve looks him in the eye, shoulders pushed back and something like determination on his face, and hopes he can feel what he's feeling, too.

"you know why."

it's whispered but he knows eddie hears him. it's loud, always loud in hawkins now, but he knows eddie hears him.

somewhere in between dragging eddie out of hell and nursing him back to semi-okayness and staying up in the middle of the night with cold rags on foreheads and arms wrapped around waists, something started growing. steve knows he can't have all of eddie from 86 back, and that's okay. he's not the steve from 86, either.

but he'll try with every last breath he has to see him smile again.

eddie steps closer, shuffles his boots across the dirt until he can take the gun from steve's hand. he does something with it that steve can't really see, unloads the ammo and puts the empty pieces into the deep pockets of his cargo pants. there's lighting flashing across the blood red sky and he's sees it mirrored in eddie's eyes.

"you mean it?" eddie whispers back. steve is strong and he's been holding on for so long to see a light like that in the dark brown pools he's staring into that it cracks a smile onto his face and he sees eddie's lips pull up just the tiniest bit to copy him. it's a start.

"yeah."

steve knows they don't have much time left topside and soon enough hopper will be yelling over the speaker they wired up to the bunker door that they have to come in. he knows they don't have much time left in whatever hawkins has become, more and more creatures breaking through the liminal space between worlds every day.

they don't have the time, but steve would tell the earth to stop spinning for eddie any day, and fitting their palms together to tangle their fingers seems like the right way to spend whatever time they have left.

#uh oh i started watching shadow and bone and seeing jesper with his guns has done something to me #this is way too long for a monday morning but sometimes you just have to write when you're anxious at work right #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #tw: gun mention #tw: gun use

[michsmeesh]

have u ever drawn modern au jovier? love all ur work btww^__^

i have drawn them already but i'll gladly draw them again and again and again and again and

#this. took. 3 days #this is gonna be the last request for a while #maybe even last proper art post for a while bc i'm going back to work on monday snif snif #but i hope this will feed y'all well while i focus on work for the next few weeks 😭 #anyway i can and WILL talk about my modern au jovier headcanons #at least in this universe they can be somewhat happy :// #they just make me sick what can i say #also if you see any mistakes in this no you dont. #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #john marston #javier escuella #jovier #michsmeesh #my art #art request #modern au

[faeriegirl]

🩵💛

#hatsune miku #kagamine len #vocaloid #miku monday #miku x len #miku #len #vocaart #my headcanon is len is an idiot whenever miku is around #miku thinks its cute 🩵

[apoptoses]

Have you ever been reading Devil’s Minion and thinking to yourself, “damn, I just can’t nail down a face for Daniel”? Have you watched Interview with the Vampire and felt like neither Christian Slater nor River Phoenix hit the mark for you?

Allow me to introduce you to James fucking Spader.

Look at him! Is that not the face of Daniel, completely fed up with Armand feeding his cigarettes down the garbage disposal?

He’s got the naive and beautiful face but ALSO the defiant yet beseeching thing down! Also he was like 22 here, which is right around the age Daniel met Armand so he’s at peak Healthy, Pretty Molloy here. No wonder Louis decided to take him home!!

“Do you know what a zip code is, or a tax bracket? I’m the one who buys all the goddamned airline tickets. Millions. How are we going to get millions! Steal another Maserati and be done with it, for God’s sakes!”

Spader is the original 80′s pretty boy you’d assume starred as the leading man in some schmoopy romances or schlocky teen dramas and he did that for a minute. Like check him out in Pretty in Pink-

 Is this not peak Night Island Daniel, in his Miami Vice looking bespoke suit ready to head out with Armand for the night?

Look at him snuggled into his blanket in Tuff Turf, like Daniel hungover and forcibly woken up to honky tonk piano tunes!

But the deliciousness doesn’t end at his looks. Because in true Molloy fashion that man said ‘you know what? I wanna make movies for freaks and weirdos only’

In Sex, Lies and Videotape he plays the sweetest pervert who loves interviewing women about their sex lives, video taping it, and then watching them back naked but not actually getting off! He’s impotent, he’s a gentle and lovely weirdo, there’s vampire!Daniel fodder for days in this one.

Crash is a horny flick that defies all explanation and really you need to go in blind if you’re gonna watch this one, but let me just say this: If Spader and his Wife in this film aren’t the most Daniel and Armand coded couple in cinema history I will eat my shoes. Also there’s tons of beautiful footage of him driving around at night with his blond hair ruffling in the breeze.

Your prefer your Daniel with glasses? Oh, perfect, because in Bad Influence he plays a sweet guy who gets into a fucked up situation with a toxic friend and a sex tape!

In Storyville he lets himself be thrown on the floor and lays there submissively before getting involved in yet another sex tape scandal!

Don’t even get me started on Dream Lover, another smut filled romp (with some filthy deleted scenes if you google the uncut version) which has the most Devil’s Minion promo photos of all time-

Like! Get the fuck out!

I could just go all day about his body of work but some of it you’ve just gotta see for yourself. In pretty much every film you’re guaranteed smut with him being deliciously submissive, extremely gentle with his hands, and down for all kinds of kink. And in most of his movies he gets bloody at least once, like-

this is a shitty picture i took of my laptop but look at the blood at the corner of his mouth! Vampire activities!

In summary, let me hit you with a photo dump:

Daniel laying in a cheap motel room during the chase years!

Daniel with delightful 70s hair!

More glasses!Daniel!

Daniel with a half-buttoned 80′s shirt looking so beautiful it’s no wonder Armand couldn’t NOT turn him!

It’s dark, he’s wet, he looks exhausted!

He’s the ideal beautiful Molloy Weirdo and I will not be accepting any other arguments, goodbye!!

#it's Molloy Monday folks #strap in and get ready for this one #because this one is gonna change ur LIFE #i've been watching his films for like two months now #and they all have DM fodder in one way or another #i just can't believe he moves and touches and kisses exactly how i pictured daniel before i watched any of his stuff #also watching crash is a fucking religious experience #i highly recommend doing so without reading any spoilers #but yeah if you're reading my fic this is the man i am picturing as daniel as i write #ur welcome ♥ #vc headcanons #armand/daniel #daniel molloy #Spader Molloy Masterpost

[ddejavvu]

hi lovely could i request dealer! remus (established relationship) where he notices james/sirius have a crush on you and he's lowkey jealous but also likes to tease them about it :))) thank you!!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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James is staring again. Sirius is more subtle, but he does it just the same. James's big brown eyes are lazy when he's high, drifting over your body like he's perusing a magazine.

Remus knew it would happen. He's sure you've noticed it, too, but you're curled into his side and it ignites a spark of pride in him. You're still his.

James reaches for his lighter, and Remus decides to see how far he can stretch things.

"She's got it here, Prongs." Remus motions to the lighter you're fiddling with, acid green in color, "Go on, dove, light his smoke for him."

You rise to your hands and knees, leaning over to lazily aim the lighter at the end of James's blunt. It means he's now level with your tits, a down-the-shirt shot all that he needs to start squirming. Sirius stares hard at your ass, tongue shooting out to

Remus keeps a firm hand on your bum, patting it when the flame rips to life. You hover as the end of the joint catches, glowing orange as the paper begins to burn.

"Thanks, love." James hums, eyes glossy as he watches you sit back down. Remus reaches around your shoulder to tip your chin up, hand splayed over your jaw as he leans down to kiss you.

"My helper," He croons, and he doesn't need to glance up to know his friends are staring when you kiss at his chin.

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