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Do you do lok request? What about bf headcannons of how bolin tahno and huan in. Relationship

Yep. I gotcha( *¯ ³¯*)♡

This is actually my first time doing head cannons so I hope you like it

Let's start with

Bolin

He would definitely bend sculptures of you or anything you want or even make something out of lava.

He seem to be supper into PDA. Anywhere he is with you he feels like he is on top of the world

Bolin is an outdoorsy type of guy but if you like being indoors he doesn't mind he loves spending any time with you that he can

Expect. The. Unexpected

If your ever feeling sad he will always be there fore you to vent to him or just sit in silence

Puppy love is a good way to describe the both of you. Joined at the hip

Mako is constantly annoyed by Bolin always talking about how much he loves you that he usually would rather spend time with the prince

All around he is a loving guy with a big heart

Huan Beifong

He sees you as his masterpiece

If you have any way of life that are different from his don't worry cause he doesn't judge

If you have any insecurities then this is the man that will help. Would you say you are art and his his eyes there is nothing to take away or add because your insecurities are what make you, you.

If you are a energetic person he will tolerate you taking him where ever you wanna go

His mother loves you and is glad that her son could find someone who makes him happy

If you love art you two would be painting with each other

or better yet if your a earth bender you two would sculpt each other's faces and keep them

He loves you for you so be yourself

I'm so sorry y'all. I tried writing the request that I had but nothing but a few sentences came to mind so I'm opening requests in hopes of getting my brain juices flowing.

SO REQUESTS ARE OPEN NOW.

Rules + masterlist

first post of the year letss gooooooo

demon slayer spoilers. This is very short.

demon slayer masterlist

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Imagine being Muzan's younger sibling who ate a blue spiderlily and knowing where they bloom but not telling Muzan cause your scared of what he'll do. Instead you go to the demon slayer corps and tell them everything you know just to go back to your brother and act like you didn't betray him, even though he knows. Every meeting you gather information to give to the demon slayers and at the end you watch them fight muzan while trying to watch him from the shadows but he knocks down the building u were hiding behind and everything stops once he sees you.

You start to cry while he tries to kill you, hashira and kakushi protecting you. In the end you watch him turn into a big baby and burn in the sunlight, not realizing that the sun is burning you too. But you let it.

The end

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Hey! I love this series and I was wondering if I could get tagged when you post the next part? No rush but if you could then thank you! I’m going to go and read some of the other stuff you have now. Bye have a good day!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ, thank you so much for reading. I glad you like it. I'll be sure to tag you. I hope you have a good day too❤

Hello! Only if you could, can i request some headcanons of the hashiras (if it's possible all of them, if not, you can choose whoever you want!) seeing reader (who's also a hashira) as an older sibling figure?? Please and thank you :D

I hope you are having an excellent day! <3

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ thank you for requesting. I hope your day is excellent as well.

*Some Spoilers*

Kyojuro

You trained him (along with his father) before he became a hashira

Kyojuro would have so much respect for you

He would do anything you told him to

As sweet as a puppy

Shinjuro doesn't mind having you around

To him it's like he has another child but he hates the fact that your a hashira

Senjuro is the same as Kyo.

Whenever you two are partnered for a mission Senjuro sends you off with snacks he made

Sanemi

He would ignore you the best he could

You helped him and genya after their family died

He treats you almost the same as genya once he realized how much he cared

He tries to dial it back on how rude he is around you cause you don't tolerate it

Genya on the other hand comes to you for almost eveything

You scold him a lot b/c of how he treats genya

Acts as if he doesn't care but he does

Giyuu

This man can finally keep someone who he cares about alive long enough to call them family

He feels as if he can talk to you about anything and everything

He would give his life for you if he had to

You try to get him to talk to the others more

Doesn't always work but at least he tries

Gyomei

Tries not to cry and much around you but he can't help it

You've done so much for him with little to no reward out of the kindness of your heart

It's enough to make a grown man cry

He although gyomei can't see he imagines you as an angel in human form

Shinobu

Along with her late sister you were always with her

You worked in the butterfly estate

She doesn't keep her fake smile around you

She knows she doesn't have to

You are one of the few who have seen her mad

Tengen

His wives love having you over after hearing many stories of his sibling hashira

He calls you his sibling

He acts like you are siblings

He fights you like you are his siblings

He brags to others that you are his strong sibling

You ARE his sibling no matter what

Mistsuri

Bone crushing hugs

Absolute sweetheart

Shares any snack she has and constantly invites you to eat with her, sometimes with rengoku or obani

You are her scary dog privileges

She admires evey thing you do and praises you to no end

Muchiro

Smiles like how he does in the manga

He remembers everything you tell him

He is often around you

If someone has the balls to be rude to you he will put them in their place even if you tell him not he

Constantly forgets your also a hashira and can take care of yourself

Obani

Emo guy and his snake plus cinnamon roll reader

You were the first person he ran in to after he escaped his family

You've been together every since

He takes anything you say to heart

You secretly try to get him and mitsuri together

Whenever he can't find Kaburamaru it's because you have him

He knows he's not the easiest person to talk to and that's why he appreciates you sticking around so long

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking. 

Hi I was wondering if you could do teen! Fem! Reader where she’s Charlie’s younger sister. And her relationship with Lucifer. Like is it as bad as Charlie’s? Also it’s up to you if reader lives in the hotel with Charlie or with Lucifer! Thanks!!

Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ I decided to try something new.

Sorry for the wait

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I imagine the young reader lives with Lucifer

Since reader got to live with her dad she got used to the way he would try and avoid topics. She knows he wants the best for Charlie and so does she

Their relationship is great for the most part

both of them took Lilith leaving with Charlie very hard but for reader, she didn't understand most of it cause she was so young but she does remember her mom

reader opens the door to Lucifer's room to find him doing what he always does. Playing with ducks.

"Dad, Charlie invited us to the hotel... again."

He looked up at you with a saddened expression before he cleared his throat, "Umm well, what'd you tell her."

"A definite maybe."

"Good." He went back to what to he was doing.

"Really Dad? Well you don't have to go but I'm going" He didn't respond, "Well, see ya later."

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Batman: Mask of the Phantasm (1993) dir. Eric Radomski & Bruce Timm

hii, could you write headcanons of mako as a boyfriend?

First things first after his relationships all ended in fails he makes sure you know that you aren't a rebound

He's not to into pda and if you do something like kiss his cheek he'll stutter and turn red

With dates he takes you somewhere special and uses his fire bending to preform ticks

He likes when you get along with Bolin

If your a bender and happen to get involved with korra he is really protective

When he was assigned to the prince he didn't like you around him

Not because he doesn't want to be around you but he knows how oushy the prince is and doesn't want you to be uncomfortable

When he's not working he loves cuddling at either of your houses it doesn't matter as long as he's with you

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ hope you enjoy

The little heros

i made this back in like 2020 on my old Wattpad account. bnha season 6 got me into the show again and then I remembered this.

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Izumi Midoriya (female)

Sagiri Todoroki (Female)

Misuji and Kisumi Bakugou (male and female)

Arashi Ashido (male)

 koichi Jirou (male)

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-Izumi Midoriya- 

hair color: black

eye color:dark green

age:4

personality:shy but kind hearted 

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Quirk:mind reader

type:emitter

ability: she can read the mind of anyone she made eye contact with unil that person goes to sleep

drawbacks: if used on more than 4 people at one time user can build up headaches and it doesn't stop till every person goes to sleep. 

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_states_

power:3/5   C

speed:2/5    D

stamina:4/5   B

intelligence:4/5   B

cooperativeness:4/5   B

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-Sagiri Todoroki-

hair color:white w/t red highlights

eye color:grey

scar:around the neck and right foot. It happened when she first activated her quirk she didn't know how to stop it. fuyumi wrapped her in wet towels and held her until she passed out from the pain.

age:9

personality:laid back and introverted

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Quirk: blue flames + red ice

type: emitter

ability: blue flames can turn extremely cold or hot 

drawbacks: easy to lose control and when control is lost user burns themself or get frostbite 

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_states_

power:3/5   C

speed:3.5/5   C+

stamina:3/5   C

intelligence:5/5   A

cooperativeness:6/5   A+

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    boy               girl                       

-Misuji and Kisumi bakugou-

hair color: both ash blonde

eye color: Misuji has brown eyes while kisumi has red

age:4

personality: Misuji is more docile and laid back while kisumi is hot-headed and more aggressive

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Quirk: Twin Bomber

type:emitter 

ability:they can take hits and dish it back 10 times as hard but as explosings. when one takes a hit the other get the power from it and sends it back. usually Misuji takes the hit and Kisumi hit them back. and when they get hit my an inanimate object they can turn that into stored power for themselves(When they fall or something that stores of power for themselves)

drawbacks:N/A

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_states_(Misuji)

power:2/5   D

speed:5/5   A

stamina:5/5    A

intelligence:3/5   C

cooperativeness:5/5   A

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_states_(kisumi)

power:6/5   A+

speed:5/5   A

stamina:3/5   C

intelligence:4/5  B

cooperativeness:2/5  D

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-Arashi Ashido-

hair color:pink

eye color:yellow

Age:4

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Quirk:Dragon

type:mutant

ability:has the appearance and skills of a dragon

drawbacks:unknown

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_states_

power:4/5   B

speed:5/5   A

stamina:2/5   D

intelligence:3/5   C

cooperativeness:4/5   B

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-Koichi Jirou-

hair color:light gold

eye color:black

Age:10

personality:easy going, problem solver, emotional

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Quirk: N/A

type:N/A

ability:N/A

drawbacks:N/A

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_states_

power:2.5/5  D+

speed:3/5   C

stamina:2/5   D

intelligence:3/5  C

cooperativeness:6/5   A+

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If I do doesn't have to follow the story it could just be random scenarios