#headcanons to dabbles

[giggly-squiggily]

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

THE WALL PINNING AHH! *flails* I love that troupe so much kjerkjarjkeajlrejkjk I adore your brain, Nym- this is amazing! I've gotcah covered!

“Thanks, doll.”

Shinsou fullbody shivered, cheeks warming as he shot a dirty glare at his grinning boyfriend. Midoriya was back at it again with the pet names, and Shinsou was absolutely hating it!

Well…at least that he was telling himself anyway.

“What’s wrong, sugar snap?” He asked innocently, pure evil shadowing those brilliant green eyes. “You look red- are you getting sick?”

Diabolical! Shinsou closed his eyes as he willed his face to cool. He’d get him back! He had to! There was no way he was gonna let this…

Oh. That might work.

“Pumpkin?” Midoriya was still smiling, though his voice took on a touch of concern when Shinsou stared back at him, unreadable. “Babe? You good?”

“Izuku, do me a favor?” Shinsou used his soft voice- the one that made his boyfriend weak in the knees without the need of his brainwashing. “Make your hands like this.”

“Oh…oh, okay?” Stunned momentarily, Midoriya did as told, bringing both hands into a conjoined fist. Then he raised one set of fingers up. “Now what?”

Shinsou didn’t respond. Instead he locked his fingers into Midoriya’s raised ones. Seconds later he lifted their joined hands before pinning him to the wall, a hand on the back of his head protecting it. Midoriya let out a high pitched squeal before laughing, face flushing to a bright pink as he looked up at the other. “Ohoohho my- hehehello there!”

Still not speaking, Shinsou leaned in close so they were nose to nose. That only worsened the smaller boy’s blush, his giggles increasing in speed and pitch. “Hiihitoshi! Sahahahy sooohohohomething!”

But he didn’t. He just kept him there, pressing their foreheads together as his hand came back around, brushing his flaming cheek. “Izuku- look at me.” When Midoriya did, Shinsou let a slow grin pull on his lips. “Good boy.”

That did it. Midoriya made a soundless noise as his legs gave out, just barely held up by Shinsou’s steady hand. “Oh my GOD! You’re a menace!”

“Says the one insisting on pet names. You’re lucky you’re cute.” Shinsou snickered as he gently pulled Midoriya back by the chin, pecking him on the lips.

#headcanons to dabbles #dabble #shindeku #shinsou hitoshi #izuku midoriya #wall pinning #I freaking love that troupe GAH #Midoriya can't handle being called 'good boy' #it gets him WEAK #thank you for coming to my ted talk alkjrkjaerjkaejkr

[legendofzoodles]

Legend's hair across @linkeduniverse

I think this change happens over only a few days and he was in rabbit form for an afternoon. I would suggest Twilight's marks were once like that too, but considering he was in wolf form for days if not weeks at the start of his adventure and how often he switches form now his marks are essentially permanent. Even if he swore to never transform again.

#look at the pretty sunset boy #the chapters were named after his stunning ombre hair #change my mind #linked universe #lu #linkeduniverse #lu legend #linked universe legend #legend linked universe #lu angst #lu thoughts #lu dabble #lu headcanon #lu headcanons

[yeagrave]

hi op….i ADORE ur art & perchance would u ever drop some hangster cooking together sketches …. 🫶🫶🫶

cooking together (sort of...)<33

#ty for the ask <3 #I've realised I unintentionally draw bradley as a leftie so I guess that's a headcanon of mine now lol #bradley is the main cook of the house but jake dabbles with varying degrees of success #hangster #sereshaw #my art #slowly getting through these! #gray answers

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

More headcanons of the Nimona trio being domestic dorks

Whenever the trio gets sick of each other they’ll ask the person in the trio they’re not pissed at to handle them

It always goes something like this “Ambrosius come get your kid they won’t leave me alone-“ “No Nemesis come get your husband he’s being a stick in the mud”

Or “Bal go get your son from prison he got arrested again” “Oh so he’s my son today?” “Yes when he’s stupid enough to get caught he’s your son” 

If you're wondering why Nimona doesn't just escape its cause they find it hilarious when Bal has to come to bail them out at random points in the day

There are also times when they’re proud or happy and they’ll say things like “I’m gonna go get my daughter ice cream” “Since when is she just your daughter?” “Since right now when she helped me fix my prosthetic” 

“Hey boss where’s my Nemesis I heard he got in a fight today” “I thought he was my Nemesis” “Not when he puts three guys in the hospital he’s not” 

Bal is one of those people who sees something and says “Why would I buy that when I can just make it” AND HE DOES

Nimona has a bad habit of fucking up speakers so Bal just set up a sound system throughout the house 

If the trio weren’t such antisocial losers with three friends combined their parties would be amazing

He made Ambrosius a skincare cabinet just so he could put actual medicine in the medicine cabinet 

When Nimona moved in he asked them what their ideal room would look like 

She gave him a rough draft and he did all of it

They spend a week tearing that room apart so they could soundproof it so she could rock out without disturbing the boys

She has sick ass LED lights and she’ll change the colors depending on her mood 

Ambrosius and Bal helped her paint the walls the most obnoxious shade of neon pink And then they didn’t complain when she spray painted over said walls 

It’s worth it to see her visibly relax when she enters her room

This man has gutted and put back together and rearranged their little house so many times it’s unrecognizable 

I also feel like everyone in the trio is a crafty bitch

They all have a million little hobbies that have produced even more trinkets that fill up their whole house 

Their house is this weird combination of comfy yet chaotic and it's a minimalists nightmare 

Cleaning is also a nightmare but they wouldn't change it for anything 

Back when they were in the institute Ambrosius was a terrible cook -♾️/10 his cooking would put people in the hospital 

After the knighting ceremony was the first time he was living by himself and didn’t have access to free food so he taught himself how to cook

Honestly most people would think he would give up

I mean there are only so many times you set water on fire before you throw in the towel

But he's a stubborn brat and cooking took his mind off of everything so he stuck with it

One day Bal came home to the smell of cooking and he assumed it was Nimona 

He swears to this day he had a heart attack when he saw Ambrosius in front of the stove and Nimona comfortably sitting at the dinner table not helping at all

He promptly dragged Nimona out of there like a bomb just went off and warned him not to touch Ambrosius’ food

He told Bal “The more you call it a biohazard the more I want to eat it” 

So Bal used him like a test dummy 

When Nimona finally did try it they turned to Bal and complained that he lied 

Bal thought he was being pranked until he was forced by Nimona to try the food 

And it was good 

More than good I was fucking amazing 

He asked Ambrosius quite frankly “Who are you and what have you done with my husband” 

Ambrosius just rolled his eyes and told him to eat the food

Bal never gave up on finding out how and slowly but surely he started asking like a normal person

And Ambrosius never answered like a normal person

His answers would range from “A chef never reveals his secrets” (“that’s a magician love” “just zip it and eat your food”) to “I’m never telling you so suffer and finish this meal I lovingly cooked” (“is it still considered love if you knew I was gonna suffer?” “Yes” “…. Makes sense”)

#nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona headcanon #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #goldenheart #I just know the trio are crafty bitches #Bal dabbles in a little bit of everything #Nimona likes to whittle #Ambrosius likes to crochet #He's made everyone he loves at least one stuffed animal

[procrastinatingrockstar]

Wyllstarion sun and moon symbolism, but Astarion is the sun and Wyll is the moon.

Astarion as an eclipsed sun, radiant, blinding, and hidden in darkness. People who marvel at the sight of him are harmed and blinded.

Wyll as the harvest moon, warm, abundant, and crimson red. He guides in the darkness for the sake of others, even if it means he must shine longer than others are expected in the cold night.

And then they kiss.

#wyllstarion #wyll ravengard #bg3 headcanons #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #dabbles #look at it #bloodblade

[bruciemilf]

OoOo my God I just keep thinking abt Bruce starting to play video games after his kiddos move out bc he feels lonely and Selina is like, babe, here.

Shows him animal crossing and is like, make an island and get villagers! " It's super cute. Not really YOUR type of game, but -"

but Bruce isn't listening bc he's looking for birds with red chests and Selina is like WHAT the FUCK because Bruce somehow managed to swimmingly build half an island already??? And get all hot on demand villagers?

" I accidentally opened this thing," referring to a damn TWITCH stream that Selena left on his computer (she does yoga tutorials) "And people just...Started giving me stuff"

It's just so funny to me because like. Everyone is curious over where he lives because everything's so...Dark. Bruce says the manor is having electricity problems. [Bat screeching]

" ...Ignore that."

He plays other games as well, but I specifically want one of the batkids to accidentally stumbled over his stream where he plays minecraft and there's bird houses all over

#dcu #dc #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #selina kyle #batfam #batfamily #headcanons #i love bruce playing cute games but ofc he'd dabble into horror too!! he'd be so good at untangling mysteries and finding clues #and yes people do thirst over him and call him daddy

[mackenziebrooks]

Genya and Sanemi Dabble

Mentions of :oral sex, female receiving, nipples being pinched, Genya called Master.

——————————-

It wasn’t quite clear to you when both Shinaguzawa brothers said they wanted you. Sure you loved both boys in different ways but for you it was hard. So when Genya and Sanemi both come into your room to talk to you, it was clear they wanted to share you. Before you could even react, Sanemi had already captured his lips with yours, kissing you hard and long enough to slip his tongue into your mouth. Genya, couldn’t help himself and started to pull your shorts and panties down. His older brother maybe a Hashira, but Genya was going to be the first to taste how good you actually were. You turn your head to look at Genya when you felt his tongue flick your clit. Yet it didn’t last long when Sanemi grabbed your jaw and made you look back at him. “Keep your eyes on me princess, Genya isn’t the only one in control here” he growls.

“Shit Nemi, she kinda got more wet from when you did that to her” Genya smirked as he shoved his tongue into your warm cunt. Sanemi grins and couldn’t help but guide you to lay on your back. “Have to let master enjoy his meal kitty, don’t want to upset us do you?” He said as he pinched your nipples. Making you let out a sharp moan.

This was going to be interesting night you thought.

#sanemi shinaguzawa #demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer dabble #shinaguzawa genya #genya x reader #genya x you #genya x y/n #sanemi x you #sanemi smut #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x y/n #demon slayer sanemi #genya smut #hashira #demon slayer smut #sanemi imagines #genya imagines #sanemi headcanons #genya headcanons #demon slayer headcanons

[thursdayisfriday]

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ︎⋆˚✿˖°

⤑ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Gyomei himejima x M!reader

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: mention on rimming, size kink, cursing, mention of cock (just a little smut dabble^^)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ''

Gyomei kissed on (M/N) shoulder as tears ran down his boyfriend's cheek. (M/N) face was flushed red as he tried to breath properly. Himejima held onto (M/N) thigh with one hand as he felt the insides of (M/N) with the other hand, he couldn’t help looking down at the smaller male in his lap with a worried expression. He looked absolutely fucked. His tongue was hanging out and his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Gyomei finger him. The hashira was starting to think that maybe this was a little too much for the small male, considering how thick his finger was. For if his finger was too big for the male what was going to happen when he wanted more than a finger in him. Troubled, Gyomei went to remove his finger making (M/N) whine from the emptiness. “ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ”

(M/N) looked up at the male with a huff, gaining back his conscience a little. He was afraid this would happen, for this was his idea all along. They'd been dating for eight months now and the most that they would do was makeout and masturbate with each other. (M/N) wasn’t going to let Himejima back out now.

His hand reached up to grab the soft silky robe that covered Gyomei's shoulder, pulling the male down for a heated kiss. Their tongues glided alongside the other and (M/N) grinded on Gyomei hard on, trying to remove the robe off of his naked body. Gyomei groaned. (M/N) was desperate. Desprate to feel his Boyfriend fuck to oblivion, till he couldn’t move anymore. Himejima held onto (M/N) hips, stopping the male from moving. He paused for a second to look at the boy on his lap.“ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱʟᴏᴡ,ᴏᴋ?”

(M/N) nodded knowing that he’d be pleased with whatever happened next. Gyomei shifted, moving so that he was now pinning (M/N) to the floor with (M/N) legs around his waist. His cock threatened to come out of his rode as the robe slipped off his shoulder.and onto the floor. His big hands cupped (M/N)’s Chest as he kissed down the man's body. Once he got to his hole he gave it a few licks before giving (M/N) a quick rim job. (M/N) arched his back and moaned, gripping onto Gyomei’s hair and the bed sheets next to him. “ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ''Gyomei mumbled. (M/N) pushed his body down on Gyomei's face, trying to get more friction, but Himejima stopped him; holding onto his waist as he removed his tongue from (M/N) hole before he ever got to cum. This time Gyomei was fully naked. His robe was on the floor and his hair was a mess, he hung over (M/N) making his cock touch the man's belly.

“ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪ’ʟʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ, ᴍʏ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ” ⋆˚✿˖°

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

#x reader #x male reader #fanfic #x male y/n #romantic prompts #gyomei himejima #gyomei smut #kimetsu gyomei #kny gyomei #gyomei headcanons #x male reader smut #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #anime x male reader #anime x you #dabble

[beybuniki]

one thing i noticed (form personal experience and by observing other artists) is that the longer you draw and create, the more boring it gets to simply replicate references, especially when it comes to characers' fashion choices.

with bnha, i keep mine pretty simple and basic because teens ARE very trend-loyal, but mainly im just lazy lol, but when i AM motivated, i love to think about characters' personal style, what could influence them, but also more trivial things such as budget into account, which is why i love to draw Deku in basic tees or clothes provided by his school (while bakugo gets to wear ed hardy and shoto wears arcteryx). i also love to limit the items like its just more realistic to me when someone as ordinary as deku wears the same 5 crewnecks all the time

which brings me to my actual point, namely that the more frequently you draw, the more you learn to do research andto combine your findings into sth new rather than staying faithful to one reference, and i think that's what makes good art so good, being able to draw inspiratioin from all kinds of niches and creating something that feels very authentic and suspends the spectator's disbelief. sometimes i see art and i know exactly which fashion editorial or which kpop idol was referenced, and I'm not insinuating these are bad things i do that too (less frequently now but i sure did!), my point is it's kind of nice to see how ALL artist start out with rather derivative art but eventually move on to create more authentic art that is less about drawing beautiful and perfect people and more about trying to individualize them and that ALSO means giving them weird clothes, scars, asymmetric eyes, a receding hairline etc. like drawing the same beautiful character 200 times gets so boring and it's just more fun to try and make them a bit more human

#i do have a lot of fashion headcanons but i rarely actually draw like that im so lazy #and again im also still stikcing to references and sometimes pretty closely #but this is an observation that i like to think about #as i said i just love artists that draw from a big and diverse source of references and inspirations #and the same applies to other forms of art as well ofc #just because you enjoy one genre and want to write in that genre doesnt mean you should limit your knowledge and inspiration to that genre #its pretty detrimental like you have to read ALL kinds of things #otherwise it's hard NOT to create a derivative work #and you see that with a lot of mangas #like you can kinda tell which battle shonen mangkas are only into other battle shonen and which ones are well read overall #SORRY #or when people who only read fics write their first original story and its an apposition of tropes #my point is its important to dabble in all kinds of niches #dont aim for perfect skills in one niche i think its more fun and beneficial to give everything a try

[giggly-squiggily]

I headcannon that Hawks is feather ticklish. I imagine him as this laid-back guy who has a wicked love if using his feathers to tickle unsuspecting villains into submission... bur is actually super ticklish himself and can even be tickled by his own feathers

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Oh my god YES! Hawks beloved- being sensitive to his own feathers akrjkaerkjaerkjarkje This is delightfully mischevious- I've gotcha covered, friend!

Hawks lived for chaos.

Especially the tickly kind.

The issue that came with it though? He always toed the line of risk and reward, playing with fire-quite literally.

“Well well.” The flame spoke back to him one day, feather caught in hand and twirled around a few times. “Now who’s got the power, pretty bird?”

~~~ “How is it you’re covered in these things and yet are still so sensitive to them?” Dabi mused, sitting on Hawk’s thighs as he dragged the stolen feather up and down the blonde’s back, making him squirm and cackle beneath him. “I’m barely even touching you and you’re acting like I’m trying to kill you.”

“Thahhahahahat’s becahhahahhause you ahahhhahahre! Geahhahahahhahaha, Dahhahahahbi, plehahahahhahsae!” Hawks squealed out, feet kicking the best they could as he buried his face in the nearest pillow. He just had to try and tickle Dabi today, didn’t he? The opportunity was there, but so was the risk, and Hawks laughed in the face of such a thing as he drew his feathers.

And now it was laughing back at him. Lovely.

“Huh- maybe it’s the whole “Can’t tickle yourself thing”, yeah? That’s why you're immune?” Dabi considered out loud, swirling the feather behind Hawk’s ears and earning a squeal. “Wouldn’t be much of a hero if you reacted like this every time you went to fly.”

“Yohoohhohou shuhuhuuht your mohohoohuth! Geahhahahahaha-AHAHHAA NOOHOOHOHOHOOHO!” Hawks’ squirms intensified when Dabi dragged the feather along the base of his wings, the movement slow and deliberate. “NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, looks like the bad spot’s even worse with these.” Dabi snickered, dragging it again and again over the spot as Hawks’ laugh turned silent. “Aww, where’s my song, pretty bird?” He switched back to dragging it along the blonde’s ribs, earning a booming cackle. “There it is! That’s right- sing for me.”

Hawks learned to be more picky about his risks going forward.

#headcanons to dabbles #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #fluff #*screaming crying dancing around* #I love Hawks being feather ticklish akjerjarkjaekjr #Dabi is evil in this one whoops-

[madeholyy]

you choke on your words, but you swallow them faster ; leon kennedy / reader

you had always been afraid of the dark

[ requited love, yearning, hurt/comfort]

You had always been afraid of the dark. Of how it swallowed everything whole like a starving wolf. Your mother always told you that Boogeyman didn’t exist, but he didn’t have to. They ask you how it feels to be so brave. It hurts, it hurts. Because you weren’t brave, it was a facade you wore like a prayer. What was a girl to a God? A sacrificial lamb, a beautiful martyr. He, ever so unkind, left you to rot in the dark each time it nipped at your heels like a herding dog. Your girlhood died where the moon’s illuminating stream of light met taunting shadow. Your place in the world was fragile at best and carnivorous at worst. Or perhaps that was your pessimism hanging off your shoulders worn like a cloak. Cynicism you kept locked away deep inside the barren cavity of your chest as if it was the only thing holding you together. Has fear made you a harsh critic? You had always been hungry for the mundane, the average; a sense of normalcy.

You wished to be ruthless like Persephone, but you were much too soft. The Underworld was not your home; you had lost that long ago. Your mother wove kindness into you and your father his tenderness.

But this wasn’t about the way you were enlaced with benignity to the marrow of your bone. It was about the way your thoughts consume you and steal from you. The way the ocean churned and crashed against the rocks below steep cliff sides.  And how you wished you bled ichor when God gutted you open from navel to throat like your intestines ached for breath. The lingering pieces of girlhood clinging to your person for life and finding none. You were the embodiment of tragedy crafted by human hands; a byproduct of what happens when someone takes what doesn’t belong to them. 

Leon was not unlike you. Perhaps that is what attracted you to him in the first place. He was tenderness veiled beneath bruises— oh, how vibrantly black and blue— not even time could heal. Your wounds sung a similar tune, fitting together like a puzzle. The current he pulled you in with was inescapable, but you hardly wanted to call for help from the shore. Especially not when those impeccable blue eyes held your gaze with such intensity. His stare beheld a harsh winter, but summer peeked out from behind dark pupils with all the warmth it could carry. His reputation preceded him.

There was a question constantly hanging off the tip of your tongue. Can I come home to you? It rattled against your teeth with its overwhelming presence. Especially the night Leon’s lips stood a mere inch from yours with his breath fanning over your face. His pupils blown and his eyes staring into yours as if you’d disappear if he blinked. A moment ago he almost lost you to the same God he abhorred with every fiber of his being and now you stood before him with the same gaze he was watching you with. Oh, how he ached. His fingertips itched to run them through your scalp and pull you closer. How could I ever say no to you? He would reply back if you ever so dared to finally ask him. But he merely stepped back and walked away as if he wasn’t about to take you whole. You forgot how to walk after.

 And you always thought he was invincible. Like nothing even divine could touch him because he would walk away with only a scratch. But you were mistaken. The dark tendrils dancing along underneath his skin in place of his veins frightened you; reminded you of his mortality. You had always been afraid of the dark, but what you should have been afraid of was losing him. And it hung heavy in the air throughout your mission. He was all flesh and bone and borrowed time. Leon was human and humans bled.

Now it was your turn to ache. It came to you like second nature, like breathing, like loving him. Would if you could reach your trembling hand into his chest and rip the parasite out from the depths of his ribcage. You’d hold it in your bloodied hand and squeeze until it bursts. But perhaps your anger was misplaced. It merely performed its duty based on instinct and survival with naught a word of influence spoken in its ear. It would not exist without the aid of another locating a host. The true catalyst was just beyond their grasp. This, however, did nothing to alleviate the anguish and resentment. They were already branded in your bones.

Then Leon would give you that look. The one that cushioned your heart like he was cradling it. It would send a flutter of emotions in your chest with the intensity of his stare. Your face would soften, the hardened expression relaxing into exhaustion and worry. The way you looked back at him threatened to crush his guarded exterior. He would reach over, slow like you were a frightened animal, and gently caress your supple cheek with a gloved hand. Then the dam broke. The tears overflowing from grieving eyes, the struggle to contain the oncoming tidal wave. His hand, his glove. His everyday scent was replaced with something deeply earthy, deeply dreadful. Your own hands cup the one holding your cheek with a gentleness you’d seen in small doses, tiny peeks like morning sunlight through curtains. There was no exchange of words and no need to. These hesitant touches you both partook in said more than mere verbalization ever could.

There was always a lingering wish to be more than this. An unspoken pleading that bounced between your longful gazes. But for now you’d settle for the smaller moments shared in times of reprieve.

When he did speak, his tone was unfamiliar. A warmth blossomed in the hollows of her chest.

“I know.” And he did. He always did. Confirming it was just his way of keeping those three words at bay when they threatened to spill from your swollen lips. Leon didn’t want to hear them because he knew if he did he would give in and he wasn’t good enough for you. You shook your head and inhaled a shaky breath. Leon bit the inside of his cheek and leaned forward only to rest his forehead against yours. You couldn’t have him. He wouldn’t let you. No, Leon was war torn and splintering at the edges. He was meant to be swallowed by the sun, meant to be incinerated to mere ashes. His life was not his own.

The next time you found yourself shadowed in darkness, you felt empty. The unknown lurking beyond your field of vision around castle walls did not chill your nerves. Nor did they cause the hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. You were alone, but you discovered a fear greater than the one before. And it scared you even more.

#my works #i guess this would constitute as a dabble?? #maybe not bc its 1k words lol #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy imagine

[jewelulu]

Jewel: *trying to figure out how to get to an exit on the mall map after Floyd got them lost* the faster I figure this out the faster we can go home.

Floyd: what am I supposed to do

Jewel: FLOYD go for a walk or something

Floyd: by myself

Jewel: yes.

Floyd: really? Where?

Jewel: ANYWHERE

Floyd: can I go that way

Jewel: yes… okay.

Floyd: *walking the opposite way of where he pointed*

Jewel: don’t go far

Floyd: OKAY

#twisted wonderland #twst hcs #twst headcanons #incorrect twisted wonderland #floyd leech x oc #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst oc #twst memes #just some silly little dabbles to make up for my absence

[neurotypical-sonic]

also I'm just not fond of the whole "smart/nerdy character is an expert at all smart/nerdy things" trope. tails I'm so sorry for what the fandom has done to you

#he LOVES mechanics (especially vehicles) and inventing. and therefore coding #I headcanon he's pretty knowledgeable about medicine out of necessity but doesnt really enjoy it #and of course has a bunch of hobbies that he dabbles in. but hes not out here with encyclopaedic knowledge #egg.txt #tails #sonicposting

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Baby │ JJ Maybank Imagine

Request: hey! First off love your work! I saw that you wanted tiktok trend requests so could you naybe do the trend where you tell your bf that you want a baby with jj?

Authors Note: Hello! Thank you so much for supporting me and my silly writing. I added the photo that I would use for JJ’s contact.I hope you enjoy reading!

Warnings: Hints for underage drinking, swearing.

Word Count: 634.

Giggling, you shove Kiara away from you and your phone.

“Y/n! You’re drunk and its girl’s night which is two very good reasons not to have your phone.”

“Too late…I already hit send!”

Kiara closes her mouth when your phone starts ringing and you start smiling. “Should I not answer?”

“JJ would blame us, so no.” Sarah says and asks you what exactly you said in the first place to make your boyfriend call you instead of texting back.

“I told him I want a baby.” 

“But he is a big baby!” Cleo states and the other girls agree with hums, thinking just how true that statement is.

Your phone stops ringing before the picture you have for John B contact pops up on your phone screen and the ringing starts again. You press on the green button. “Hey baby.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You don’t care if your boyfriend can hear you laugh silently, you can’t help it as he yells, and his voice goes in a higher pitch you have ever heard. “You know I’m using John B phone, right? Do you call him baby?”

Another voice in the background yells a no as you say, “I know you baby and knew you would find a way to talk to me.”

JJ huffs. “Ah yes well excuse me if I thought my phone was broken when I read your text but then thought your phone is the broken one.”

“If it was, how could I be talking to you-“

“Do not give me your sass right now or your ass will have handprints on it. Now tell me why the fuck you would text me that you want a baby.”

“I saw this TikTok a couple of days ago where this girl texted her boyfriend it. You had to ruin it by calling instead of texting your response!”

“I don’t have a response!” but he does mutters, “I hate TikTok.”

“I know you do…. baby.”

You don’t need to see his face to know he is trying to hide a smile. But you can hear it in his voice when he says, “You can call me that if you stop with the stupid TikTok trend pranks.”

“Never going to happen baby. I got to keep you on your toes.”

He chuckles.  “You are doing too good of a job.”

“I know. But before you go, I do have a question.” He doesn’t say anything, so you continue. “Would you want a baby one day? With me?”

The silene on the other end makes you check that the call is still connected. It is. “JJ?”

“Yes. Only with you, baby. Not any day soon though, okay? I know you would be the greatest, awesomest, and loveliest mother ever and I really want to be a part of all of the est. But I know with all of my shit, I’m not ready yet. We are both too young and reckless. Well, mostly me but you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Right.”

“Right. Good, right, okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, JJ. Now if you it’s okay with you, I am going to watch some TikTok’s with the girls.” You laugh with him and after saying good night, you hang up.

A few minutes later, when you are scrolling through your Tikok fyp, a text pop up.

“I’m your baby. You’re my baby. That’s all I need right now.”

The girls see it and start planning out loud how long exactly they will wait to make fun of him for being so cute and a simp. You don’t text back but do take a screenshot. Not for a TikTok. To look back on it whenever you want to.

Maybe one day you will print it and put it in a baby album.

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[paper-lilypie]

This just occurred to me.

For the Ballput au...

Will the nightmare animatronics be roaming the house at night or is it going to be Evan's imagination? I can see Gregory opening the door to get a glass of water only to see a ruined animatronic in the hallway.

That is a fucking terrifying thought and im so happy you mentioned it.

The thing I kind of wanna do with ball pit au is play around with the thought that terrors come to life. So ough i can just imagine a sleepover setting where Mike and Gregory start hearing and seeing shit and its slowly driving Mike insane because the fear factor has spiked to 100 and he’s too afraid to check what the scratching outside the door is—

And Greg does it for him, immediately being met with an amalgamation of yellow, red and razor sharp rust.

So much screaming that particular time.

#gonna dabble with this for a bit #i have my own headcanons about what the nightmare animatronics are and WHO is the true victim suffering their terror but #ough #imagining the kids huddled up in the room #terrified #gregory’s flashlight nearly dying on them and barely lasting the nights #hhh #tucks this ask in my pocket #thanks hun bun!!! #fnaf #ball pit au

[recitedemise]

𝗚𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸, 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲. Still, chalk it up to his thirst for knowledge, not so much for any thirst for power. Gale, a scholar—inquisitive, curious, and infinitely probing—boasts an insatiable desire to learn all that he can. However, as a follower of Mystra, he's from her sole Weave that he's encouraged to pull from; yet, despite this urging, this unspoken rule, the chasms of the Shadow Weave yet bubble in his thoughts. It's powerful magic, of course, warped under Shar like bones or metal, but still, the arcane is mystery, and the arcane delights him, and even clouded by corruption, it still harbors its worth. Put simply, Gale believes that all magic is essentially fair game. After all, it exists on their plane, sits waiting there a touch like a well for your thirst, and so long as you're careful, what's the harm in sampling? In the Shadow Cursed lands, he'd felt the itch to indulge himself, to whet his need, and when he fashioned that lantern without his goddess' permission, there sprung a devilish delight that timidly gripped him. It was like, well, being a boy again, to be honest, with his hand in a jar of biscuits he'd been told to not touch. It was an act of rebellion, spurred a quiver by Mystra's spite, sure, but far more than that, it came from a weakness to feel its power, and to feel the heft of it and to taste its tang. If it's one thing about Gale, it's that he so thoroughly loves magic. And even if said magic is cursed and bedeviled, it'll always have a draw for him, tamable or otherwise. To be sure, there is some hubris at play here as well: he'll be careful, he tells himself. He can manage.

For better or for worse, Gale, though more morally aligned than not, can still find himself weak to temptation.

#HEADCANON. #Inspired by my little Gale origin. #But I DO think Gale would be all... well... I can do ONE little trick with the Shadow Weave. Just ONE. I promise. Then I'll stop. #He wants to at least try everything once. He HAS the potential to really get caught up and dabble too longly where he shouldn't #but for the most part AND with the right company and words he can stave his appetite. #I had Gale fashion the lantern and he went to bed all :))) That was fun. Course it was Gale. Course it was. #Tara: I sure hope you know what you're doing. #Gale: I do! :) #Anyway I'm NGL I don't think I can do anymore writing today. I am so roasted after working till like...4am last night. #And the words are just [empty howling] in my head. I have to draw Christmas gifts anyway so... tomorrow. I'll be here tomorrow.