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babytarttdoodoo · 8 months
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I am completely projecting based on my own childhood experiences but in my head jamie tries not to stim in front of other people -because it pissed his dad off- but when he's tired or stressed or just relaxed and not paying attention he starts stimming sometimes around the other guys without realising it
This has been chilling in my drafts for a few days so sorry for the wait!
Yes, Jamie absolutely got constantly told off and berated for 'fidgeting'. "Stand up like a man" was a common reprimand, coupled with a shake or slap to the back of the head.
While he couldn't make himself stop, he certainly adapted. I touched on it in my ADHD diagnosis fic but I think Jamie started wearing jewellery and tucking his hands out of sight so he could be more subtle in his habits.
He also probably gravitated to things like knuckle cracking and nail biting when he was younger.
I think he absolutely does things like snap his fingers and bounce his knee when he's comfortable without realising it. He'll full on chew on his necklaces around the team, where he'd just spin one of his rings with anyone else.
It's an early warning system that he's stressed out and needs handling with care whenever he's spotted in the locker room with non-food items in his mouth. Many a pen has paid tribute.
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blackspring4577 · 3 months
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Four and X are a type of couple who both get distracted and spend a good hour looking at a cool bug one of them found outside
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vindictiae · 1 month
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I like to think of the fact that the Decepticons had their own version of Chronolingua.
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pilots-and-protons · 2 years
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Been listening to The Delta Flyers and they point out how in early episodes,  B’Elanna pronounces her own name like “bey-lanna” as opposed to the usual “buh-lanna” (she also initially has an unusual way of pronouncing “Chakotay” early on, if I recall). Then in another episode, a fellow former-Maquis also pronounces her name as “bey-lanna”, and I keep thinking of Lursa and B’Etor, the latter of which is pronounced more like “bey-tor”.
So in conclusion, I’ve decided that my headcanon is that both versions are correct; essentially “bey-lanna” is how Klingsons pronounce it in their original language, whereas “buh-lanna” is the more common translation/pronunciation when said in Federation Standard. And what with both a human and a Klingon parent, I consider both accurate pronunciations of B’Elanna’s name (and an in-universe explanation for why various different people have pronounced it one way or the other).
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dandelionlovesyou · 2 years
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the thg series is filled with interesting characters who have captured our imaginations. do you have any headcanons about a character from the series who was not given a last name? (ex: cato, thom, portia, etc). could be from any of the four books. 😀
Hi there anon 😊
I'm super flattered that you asked me! I wish I had a substantial answer for you but I'm new to this fandom and still have a lot to learn and think about. I'll be thinking of your question as I write my stories and see where my headcanon pops up (if that makes sense at all!)
I do 100% agree with you about the books being captivating, heck I'm here and this is my deep dive into fandomhood! I just fell in love when I read just the quotes (the lines gnawed at me until I got a hold of the e books!) When I read the books, a whole new world exploded and then I got into fanfiction, writing, and Tumblr.
I'm so sorry, this is not the answer you were looking for 😂 I just can't resist sharing how the books brought me here.
If ever, I've always imagined Thresh having his roots into baking/ flour milling. If he had lived, I think he would be Peeta's partner in D12 when the Mellark bakery gets rebuilt. They'd talk about flour, flour mixes, fermentation, and whatnot for hours because Thresh has this intuition about grains that can be traced to his ancestors. His family understood the land and the growth of plants very well. He will get along well with Katniss too, because they both love and respect nature.
I have a story (I'm not sure if I posted it already or not, I just have stuff on my computer 😂) where Peeta has an apprentice from D11. His name is Leny and I imagine him being related to Thresh. Maybe a cousin or something. Anyhow, Leny knows grains like the back of his hand and he and Peeta just clicked when they met.
In my story Companion (an AU), I wrote Annie (not Annie Cresta), the adopted daughter of Katniss and eventually Peeta, interning in D11. It's just a short mention in the story but that's my homage to Rue and Thresh.
I think after the war, when KP are settled, they would keep in touch somehow with the families of Rue and Thresh. Not super close relationship but enough to let their families know that they never forgot their sacrifices.
This turned out to be longer than I thought of. Thank you again for asking. For sure I will carry your question with me.
Take care anon!
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vdyuong · 3 months
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Σ('◉⌓◉’) I’m not really sure if I’m elaborating my thoughts with drawings very well.
Do you get the vision? I mean like since Kabru’s thin from all the dying it’s easier to see the muscles. And I also tried to put my hands in drawing Laios’ body based on Ryoko’s drawing. Laios with happy trail is also very cute to me, I like him like that.
Scars are cool too! But I think healing spell would cure the wounds completely to the point it seems like you’ve never had the wound before? Idk.
And then there’s these two 👇🏻
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(๑>◡<๑) 고마워요!
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thoughtssvt · 3 months
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nanami being the type to get upset that his wallet was stolen simply because someone else has a picture of you in their possession
nanami who goes along with your antics-- like pulling him into a photo booth-- because he loves you. unlike what you thought he wasn't all stiff and awkward. he wore a gentle smile on his face as he mimicked your poses. throwing up a relaxed peace sign in the first, happily squishing his cheek against yours in the second, taking matters into his own hands in the third as he tucked his finger under your chin, tilting your head until your lips met.
nanami who spins your desk chair until you're facing him, making sure your work is saved and your tabs are closed before taking your hand in his. he kisses each of your knuckles softly as he pulls you to stand, leading you to your bedroom because it's all too late and you'll be able to work better with a fresh brain in the morning.
nanami who hates working overtime because he'd much rather be with you. he'd much rather massage your feet while you're nose deep into a book or listen to your deep breaths when you fall asleep with your head rested on his shoulder.
nanami who never thought he'd be able to have a partner while being a sorcerer.
nanami who is grateful to have met you because you showed him he could.
nanami who would light the world on fire if that meant being with you for the rest of his days
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arggghhhsstuff · 6 months
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forever obsessed with percy being weird. off-putting. strange even. a cryptid maybe. an urban legend if I may. my boy is the son of one of the oldest, most powerful gods, has been in FBI's records since the age of twelve, fought and won two wars against immortal beings, went to hell and back. I think he's allowed to be a little odd.
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sugarlywhispers · 4 months
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the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.
— I'M DYING HELP.
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theorphicangel · 7 months
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thinking about collegebf!gojo staying over for the night, constantly complaining about your single size bed.
“stop kicking me.”
“m’not kicking you.”
“Yes, yes you are satoru, don’t even try to deny it.” You huff, grumbling into your pillow.
“Is it my fault that you have a small ass bed?” Gojo exclaims, “I can’t even turn over right, I’ll pull a muscle.”
“leave then.”
your bedroom fills with immediate silence as soon as the words leave your mouth. your stomach nearly drops, regret creeping across your skin. you’ve only been dating satoru for a few months but you’ve known him for years and can already predict his reactions when it comes down to situations like this.
there’s two possible ways he could take this. one: he could turn into a brat and actually leave, giving you the silent treatment until you guilt trip him into talking to you by buying him sweet cinnamon buns for breakfast. or two: he plays along and actually ends up kicking you out…of your own bed.
awaiting his response you whisper his name tentatively.
“satoru—“
“take it back.”
“or what?” you tease, despite there is anxiety in your tone.
“fine then.”
Satoru sits up and reaches for his phone on your bedside table, immediately his fingers start typing, you watch him silently as he scrolls.
your mind gushes over the possible things he’s doing on his phone. finding ways to break up with you? Texting someone to pick him up? Ordering an Uber to leave?
the thought of it makes the regret take control over your whole body.
“I take it back!” you exclaimed suddenly, your arms wrapping around him, securing him tightly so he can’t leave. “m’sorry,” you kiss him between your speech,”don’t leave me — I’ll buy — you all the cinnamon— buns that you want.”
“whoa, whoa, whoa, who said anything about leaving? If anything we’re leaving together.”
“we?” you repeat.
“I’m looking for one bedroom apartments with a double bed.” He emphasises on the last part, “m’ getting sick of these dorm rooms.”
“wait really? you want to—“ you pause, swallowing thickly as the words come out of your throat.
“you want to live together?”
Gojo looks up, the glow of his phone screen illuminating his face.
“Of course baby, unless you don’t want to?”
“I do!,” you say exasperatedly, “I want to. I just didn’t think…”
“what?”
“well, right now? we don’t even have any—
“shhh—“ satoru presses a finger to your lips, “don’t start worrying that sweet little head of yours sweetheart, I’ve got it all figured out.”
you frown, pulling away his hand, “don’t sign anything without letting me see it first satoru” you warn.
“or course!” He says, “what do you take me to be, an idiot?
“sometimes.”
satoru glances up at you, his expression declares full offence. this is the moment where he’d choose to get up and leave but thankfully your sweet lips play as a smart distraction.
“but you’re my idiot, satoru, and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”
“would you still buy me all the cinnamon buns-“
“no.”
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starr-ofthevoids · 2 months
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I love the “Mumbo’s some kind of supernatural creature” headcanons, and I love the “Mumbo’s just a guy” headcanons, but may I propose: “everyone thinks Mumbo is some sort of creature thing but he’s actually just a bit strange”
“His eyes are so red they basically glow!” My guy inhales enough redstone to power a small machine on the daily.
“He’s nocturnal! He’s always up at night!” Insomnia.
“It’s like he teleports! He just appears behind people” he’s just naturally very quiet and people don’t hear him walking up.
“He knows so many random facts, there has to have been around for ages to learn all that” he’s just a nerd.
Mumbo gets nervous anytime someone tries to interrogate him, making the hermits even more suspicious, but in actuality he’s just worried they’ll be disappointed and he’s starting to realise they probably won’t believe him no matter what answer he gives.
There’s a server-wide bet going for who can figure out what he actually is. Grian, who’s known him for years and knows full well that’s he’s 100% mortal and human, shows up and starts egging the hermits on by “dropping hints” as to what he may be, much to Mumbo’s dismay. Grian thinks the bet is utterly hilarious.
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babytarttdoodoo · 8 months
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💕: What seemingly meaningless action of theirs is most beloved by someone close to them? Do they know how much they love it?
You know the tongue thing? That 😜 thing? Yeah, everyone loves it. Everyone. And most would not admit to it under pain of death.
Roy thinks it is stupidly attractive. Keeley always found it so cheeky and funny. Georgie knows it means he's absolutely not sorry for what he's done or is about to do. Simon is always relieved by it, letting the silliness calm the knot of worry he always has about him. Ted took it as a sign of belief. Sam sees it as confidence incarnate.
I could go on. Just.
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blackspring4577 · 4 months
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Fun fact: all integers are 55 cm (21 in) tall in my headcanon vision. Six is an exception, she's 53 cm (20 in)
Two-digit integers are slightly taller, 60 cm (23 in)
X is 50 cm (19 in) tall
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sketchyfandomgirl · 10 days
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Thinking of Ghost carting around a tiny notebook, it’s basically a keychain that hangs from his belt loop. The kicker? It’s cute. Like, uncharacteristically so, for a man like Ghost that is.
It’s fucking pink. With goddamn glitter and a cat on it. With a small, pink pen to match!
Everyone who’s seen the keychain all think they’re having a damn stroke seeing the stupid thing for the first time. It’s so small, like if was meant for a kid, so what the hell is a Lieutenant doing with a fucking keychain notebook?
The purpose is debated to this day. To keep track of all he kills in the field? Marking losses? Reminders for the future? Fucking journaling his feelings?? No one even know if Ghost ever uses it, but are well aware that the man is strangely protective of his notebook, like some sort of rabid dog. snapping at anyone who tries to take it, and god forbid someone touches it. At least they know he’s aware of the pink notebook.
But the real reason Ghost even has it? Why would he even carry such a dainty, childish thing like that? How could he even manage to write so small with such large, almost clumsy fingers?
It’s where he writes his jokes.
It’s his fucking personal joke book.
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dmitriene · 8 days
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bouncing on simon's fat cock that nestled deep into your slimy, squelching cunt, you're wearing his pajama shirt with a cracked, frayed skull print on the dark fabric that lifts up with every slap of your supple ass against his muscular, lightly hairy thighs.
shirt flutters up every time you plunk down on his meaty shaft with a loud squelch of your gooey pussy, throbbing tip oozing pearly precum against your sleek walls as simon rolls back his head with noisy sighs and growling moans, beefy hands pawing at your pretty body through the black fabric.
you don't let him get under the shirt to squeeze and stroke your naked skin, slide up to tease your perky nipples, you only lean closer to cover his neck with sharp bites and hot kisses, watching the fair skin turn burning red under your soft lips.
your delicate fingers crawl between your own legs, touching the slick of juices that smear the inside of your willowy thighs, finding the throbbing nub of your engorged clit, flicking the puffy flesh and making the walls of your cunt pulse and clench, which pulls chocked, whiny moan out of simon's thin lips
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— “bloody hell, g-god — i'm close, s-sweetheart, slow the heck down!„ yet you don't hear his plea, all the sounds in your ears are incoherent buzz as you arch your back like a cat, white flash of pleasure rolls through your body, making your gooey cunt clamp on simon's fat cock, spurting with your sweet, creamy cum.
it triggers his own orgasm, causing simon to twitch as his dark eyes roll back back into his skull, calloused hands roughly grip the curve of your waist, pinning you in place, letting his cock press into your spongy spot and jerk with spurting ropes of his thick load.
simon's ragged gasps lost against the background of your sweet, slurred mewls of — “s-si! fuckfuckfuck, feels good!„ as he fills you with jerking hips and shallow pumps till your combined cum leaks from your creamed pussy back towards his hairy pelvis.
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.
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alastorss · 3 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.
He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.
Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.
Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.
At least, that's what he thought.
There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.
"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.
Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.
But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.
"Why, thank you, darling!"
He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.
He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.
The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.
Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
You have some nerve, he thinks.
Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.
It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.
So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.
There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.
"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.
"Why would something be the matter?"
He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.
You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"
"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."
You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?
Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.
His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.
"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.
Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.
His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.
"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."
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