My Entry For @d2artevents’s Solar Embrace Zine!

just some Gabe and Martina headcanons cause I just keep thinking about them.

they met during high school, they meet through a mutual friend that introduced them and Gabe fell in love instantly. Gabe liked to play the bad boy persona but when he was around her, he turned into a squishy mess. 

Gabe immediately went into the army after high school but still kept in contact with Martina. she was his texting buddy, Gabe got more courage through the phone to ask her out and promised to take her somewhere nice when he was done with training. 

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SONAMY COMIC RAAAAAAHHHH🗣️🗣️

This was based on @the-sinful-voice-witch 's post about the first interaction between Amy and Sonic in the movie. I couldnt stop thinking about it so I HAD to draw it! Hope you like it!

TW violence, blood, dagger/knife, gun

I've been working on this for awhile now. It's from the last chapter of WatM that I posted a couple weeks ago (I should have a new one this week) and I finally finished it last night. I don't usually stick with a project this long so I'm pretty pleased with it. Thanks @echosong971 for the advice!

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 05: ELITA ONE

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 5: ELITA ONE, la robot guerriera per eccellenza

Fra le primissime Fembot ad apparire nell’universo dei Transformers, la più famosa è certamente ELITA ONE, che esordisce nella storica puntata Alla Ricerca di Alpha Trion come capo della resistenza Autobot contro i Decepticon su Cybertron, dopo che Optimus Prime e Megatron partirono dal pianeta per finire sulla Terra. Nel vecchio doppiaggio italiano la chiamavamo “Elita Uno”, ignorando del tutto l’etimologia effettiva del nome. Esso, infatti, rispecchia quello della sua controparte maschile sia nella pronuncia sia nel significato di “ottimo” e “primo”; più specificamente, “Elita” è un derivato di “elite”, a sua volta dal latino electa, che vuol dire “colui/colei che è stato scelto/a”. Quindi, potremmo dedurre che il nome di questa Fembot è traducibile in “La Prescelta”.

Nome a parte, ciò che ha reso famosa Elita One nella G1 (oltre a essere leader delle Femmine Autobot e una Bot che “non conosce la paura”), è il suo legame affettivo, quasi al limite del sentimentale, con Optimus Prime, nonostante tale scelta rischi di cadere nella trappola dell’incesto. Come i fan di vecchia data sanno, infatti, nell’episodio della Stagione 2 L’Alba della Guerra i due (al secolo Ariel e Orion Pax, rispettivamente) furono ricostruiti dall’anziano Alpha Trion utilizzando pressoché le stesse “componenti genetiche”, come se i due fossero fratelli ante litteram. I più, al massimo, potrebbero notare un’analogia nella mitologia antica, in quanto anche Zeus ed Era sono sì fratelli ma comunque coniugi e sovrani dell’Olimpo.

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Sfortunatamente, Elita One non conserva altre controparti omonime all’infuori della “Movie” e della breve ma intensa apparizione in Animated. Nel primo caso, è attiva più nei fumetti che nel film dove effettivamente il personaggio debutta (il secondo della saga, La Vendetta del Caduto del 2009) e, estetici omaggi G1 sul cartaceo a parte, di certo la conosciamo meglio come la motocicletta viola “sorella maggiore di Arcee e Chromia e uno degli ufficiali più stretti di Optimus Prime” del Movie-verso di Michael Bay. La versione Animated del personaggio, invece, ha l’aspetto della forma iniziale di Elita One, cioè Ariel, di cui riconosciamo la caratteristica “coda di cavallo”. Lo schema cromatico utilizzato qui è però verde acquamarina e giallo – ben diverso dal rosa e bianco del personaggio G1. Sempre per strizzare l’occhio al G1, anche questa Elita One ha un potere speciale, sebbene di natura ben diversa: “prendere in prestito” e riprodurre fedelmente le abilità altrui, il che ricorda Rogue dei supereroi mutanti X-Men della Marvel. Inoltre, secondo quanto detto da Derrick J. Wyatt, il suo altmode avrebbe dovuto essere una futuristica auto Cybertroniana (ennesima citazione dell’omo-nima G1), se almeno si fosse salvata in tempo dalla mutazione biosintetica che di lì a poco l’avrebbe trasformata in Blackarachnia (di quest’ultima parleremo in una puntata apposita).

Il suo recente ritorno, almeno tra le pagine della IDW nella saga dedicata a Windblade, la riporta ad assumere lo stesso look aggiornato e migliorato della “vecchia” G1, molto rosa e bianca ma con una caratterizzazione molto diversa all’originale, poiché in questo universo viene ritratta come una spietata tiranna e carceriera, decisamente meno femminile e dolce. Per quanto riguarda le apparizioni su schermo, invece, segnaliamo la trilogia War for Cybertron, nuova serie in onda su Netflix che ripercorre la guerra sul pianeta natale dei Transformers in salsa G1-esca e in versione quasi integrale – e quindi con un sapore completamente diverso da quello a cui eravamo abituati dai videogiochi Activision/High Moon Studios. Eccola di nuovo come capitana della Resistenza Autobot e affiancata dalla storica socia Chromia, con l’assetto vintage un po’ stilizzato e un’inedita livrea sul rosso magari per distinguerla meglio da Arcee, che anche lei ha il rosa come colore predominante.

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Ancor più infelice è il destino del personaggio nelle vesti di modellino Transformer. Per Elita One, infatti, non è mai stata prodotta alcuna figure che la rappresenti in nessuna iterazione conosciuta, neanche un modellino G1 della stessa. A omaggiare tale versione, semmai, è stato il Deluxe della linea Cybertron uscito esclusivamente per la BotCondel 2009, ma era solo un repaintdella Decepticon Thunderblast – una scelta, tutto sommato, non errata, data la forma della testa di quest’ultima molto reminiscente a quella dell’Elita One originale.

Anche la linea Movie le è stata particolarmente ostile: la Hasbro, all’epoca della linea legata al secondo film della saga, aveva più volte annunciato la presenza di questa Fembot (in classe Deluxe) assieme alle sue sorelle in modo che i fan potessero finalmente cercare di riprodurre il fantomatico Combiner che le tre motociclette avrebbero dovuto formare nella pellicola – una scena poi tagliata per ragioni tuttora sconosciute. Altrettanto ignoto è, invece, l’esclusione di Elita dalla linea principale, scatenando l’indignazione generale da parte dei fan... finché l’azienda l’ha “resuscitata” nel 2010 come repaint del Deluxe Chromia, anche se il risultato finale non soddisfaceva per nulla i più puristi, neanche la versione giapponese Takara con i colori più fedeli alla controparte cinematografica. Solo il set esclusivo dei negozi Target che la vede insieme alle altre due moto contro Sideways ridipinto ad hoc, e la figure inclusa assieme a Skids nella linea Dark of the Moon: Human Alliance del 2011 hanno in parte aggiustato il tiro. Una piccola luce in fondo al tunnel inizia a intravedersi grazie all’arrivo dei Studio Series, e in questo caso Elita One è venduta insieme alle sue sorelle moto come un trio in classe Legion, e “finalmente” col design fedele alla controparte Movie. Certo, la modalità Combiner è ancora fan-made, ma è rassicurante avere tra le mani un modellino scolpito come dovrebbe essere, seppur con dieci anni di ritardo!

Fino a oggi, per l’iconica leader delle Femmine Autobot non esisteva un effettivo modellino che la ritragga simile alla G1 o, volendo, una versione migliorata e moderna di quest’ultima. A parte l’ennesimo omaggio come carta collezionabile nel vecchio videogioco TRANSFORMERS: Legends per dispositivi mobili, in cui la si vede sì col suo look originale, ma con l’altmode di motocicletta col quale è diventata famosa (o famigerata, che dir si voglia) nella saga cinematografica di Michael Bay. Poi, finalmente, la macro-famiglia Generations ci propone non uno ma due bei modelli, un Voyager da Power of the Primes e un Deluxe da War for Cybertron: Earthrise. Purtroppo non sono stampi originali ma remold pesanti di personaggi preesistenti, ovvero quel mostro di Starscream da una parte e un’accettabile Arcee dall’altra... il che ha senso, poiché negli anni Ottanta Elita One aveva l’altmode di una quattroruote Cybertroniana. Rossa e bianca, ma pur sempre nostalgica.

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CONCLUSIONE

Per quanto relativamente ancora rare, la scelta di proporci anche dei TF femminili allarga la categoria di utenza dei fan, avvicinando il franchise sempre più alla sempre più ambita parità di genere. Non siamo più portati a vedere i robottoni come prodotti esclusivamente per ragazzi, e questo ha anche ampliato il nostro modo di vedere il loro universo. Elita One è stata la capostipite, insieme alle sue colleghe, e poi vedremo l'arrivo di Arcee nel film dell'86... insomma, anche Cybertron assomiglia sempre più alla nostra Terra. Il che è un bene, secondo me.

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

Fluff for my man Genji ❤️❤️❤️

Genji Fluff HCs

(This is post Blackwatch Genji, bc I've written fluff for that Genji twice man)

For someone so badass, he can also be kind of needy

Genji is kind of like a cat, where he'll just get extra close to you and when you run your hands through his hair, the whirring of the machinery in his body makes a purr sound

So, he's basically cybernetic cat ninja?

Very cuddly, though it will take some reassuring since he thinks his body isn't viable for affection since it is mostly made from carbon fiber.

He is very wrong, it's smooth and glossy and can heat up or cool down which let me tell you now anon is super nice.

Genji, while he won't admit it, is still a gamer at heart.

Gaming nights where he'll sit on the floor with you in his lap

He used to play competitively in arcades, but he found that with you he prefers to play games where you two works as a team or just enjoy each other's company

If you don't play games, he'd still like you to join him and watch as he plays a story-based game like Witcher 3 or Dragon age

He enjoys music A LOT

You took Lucio's suggestion and asked Genji to hook up his suit to change color to the beat of the music

He loves nothing more than to goof around doing silly dance moves with his RGB suit going off

We all know, no matter how much you love Genji, he can't dance for shit. His dance emote says it all.

If it's movie night? You know he cries his ass off at Titanic

He can't sing either, but he'll clear the feels out of the air by singing Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On"

It's horribly out of tune, but also just utterly charming that Genji's even trying.

As a nighttime routine, he has to plug himself in to a massive industrial charger on his side of the bed forcing him to lay on his back. (Not without giving you goodnight hugs and kisses)

While Genji can't move, you however, still can.

You can lay on his chest or hold his hand, his body heating up the bed and if you fear the dark, he's a ninja nightlight to chase the shadows.

A/N: While I hate playing against him, he is cute to write.

Requests: CLOSED

Special Delivery (Cayde-6 x Reader)

“Here are the items you missed on your last mission. Hope to see you again!” You said to a fellow Guardian. He thanked you and walked off.

Today, you were helping your friend Kadi55-30 at the postmaster office. The other day you saw how much items she had to deliver and asked if she wanted help. Kadi nodded eagerly and thanked you in advance.

Another Guardian walked up to you.

“Name please.” You said sweetly.

“Nina!” The Guardian stated, smiling brightly.

You walked to the back of the small vendor and looked in the ‘N’ section. You found a small box with a hand canon and a warlock arm band. You walked back and placed the box in front of the girl.

“Here you go Nina! All the stuff you missed on your last mission. Enjoy!” You said. Nina nodded and giggled before skipping away.

“(Y/N), do you mind making a few delivers for me?” Kadi asked, as she walked up next to you.

“Sure! Just tell me where to take them.” You reply. Kadi waddles to the back and returns with a stack of colorful boxes. She hums while she unstacks them. You knew a few of the names on the boxes and blinked in surprise when you see a box for a certain Exo. You gently picked it up and attempted to see what was inside. Before you could get a peak, Kadi made a squealing noise. You looked up and saw her rush towards you.

“You okay Kadi?” You asked, voice full of worry. Kadi gently took the box from you and taped the top shut. You gave her a questioning look.

“It’s a s-special order for Cayde.” Kadi tried to explain, her voice cracking a little. You nodded slowly and picked up all the other boxes.

“Please don’t open it again.” Kadi said quietly.

“I won’t. I promise.” You reassured her, walking off to deliver the packages.

You headed towards the Bazaar and climb some stairs that lead to Guardian apartments.

You quickly arrived on to the first stop and placed the box at the door. You rang the door bell and skipped away.

Next, you took the elevator and went up to floor 4. You walked down the hall and found the correct room. You rang the doorbell and a Guardian answered. You happily handed them their deliver and they thanked you before running inside excitedly to open it.

Now, all you had to do was deliver Cayde’s package. You knew he wasn’t at his apartment. He was probably at his Vanguard station in the Hangar. You hummed as you made your way to Cayde’s area.

There were a few Hunters talking with the Exo. They needed a quest to do together and Cayde was deciding which one to give them. You patiently waited until he was free.

“(Y/N)! How’s my favorite Guardian?” Cayde said, eyes twinkling.

“Hey Cayde. I’m helping Kadi today and she needed me to deliver this to you.” You replied, placing the box on the table. Cayde quickly grabbed it and looked at you.

“You… didn’t happen to open it, did you?” He asked. You shook your head. Cayde let out a sigh of relief.

“What did you get?” You asked, still curious.

Cayde looked over to you, eyes searching your face. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly before he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you behind his workspace. You blushed as he turned to you. You could feel him heating up.

“I umm.. I actually g-got something for you…” Cayde said, resting the box in your arms. Your face lit up and you quickly open the package.

Inside, was a custom made cloak. It was black, blue, and white. There were a few stripes on it but what caught your attention were the symbols at the bottom. There was a white Ace of Spaces and blue Heart.

“I hope you l-like it.. the Ace is to remind you of me and the Heart is for umm…” Cayde trailed off, looking at the floor. “It means… that.. you are my Queen of Hearts… so… it’s us…”

You squealed and jumped onto Cayde, wrapping your arms and legs around him. He let out a yelp before chuckling and wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Thank you Cayde. I love it so much!!!” You said before peppering his face with kisses.

Cayde heated up even more and started to stuttered while you stopped and realized what you had done.

You pulled away and hid your face in the new cloak. Cayde shook his head before walked over to you and pulling you tightly against him. He gently tilted your head to look up and he pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle and sweet. Cayde hummed happily and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You two separated and blushed madly at one another. Cayde stepped around you and took off your cloak before putting on the one he got you. You twirled around and giggled as Cayde whistled is amusement.

“Looks good on you, (Y/N).” He said, voice full of admiration. You bowed gracefully before hugging him.

“Thank you Cayde. This is the best gift I have ever received.” You said, kissing his horn. Cayde’s face heated up and snuggled into you hug.

“Do you have to help Kadi more or can you stay here with me?” Cayde asked while you two walked back to his station.

“I’m sure Kadi can hold down the fort.” You said, taking his hand in yours. Cayde kissed the top of your hand. A few Guardians giggled and cheered. You blushed while Cayde chuckled.

The rest of the day consisted of kisses, helping Cayde assign jobs, and tickle fights. And later that day, you and Cayde cuddled the night away.

the quality of each page is different cuz I drew them weeks apart from one another

Neon Lights? PT.4

Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

Summary: Hazard decides to take you somewhere else calmer.

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Hazard paced the garage, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, frustration etched across his face.

"Where the hell am I supposed tae take them?" he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. His accent thickened when he was annoyed, words coming out sharp and clipped. "Can’t be anywhere too fancy—don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some posh git. But it cannae be a dive either. Fuckin’ hell..."

Sitting cross-legged on the workbench, Boomslang smirked, her boots tapping against the metal frame. "Y'know, if you stopped overthinking this, you might actually figure it out” she said, her tone light, teasing. "Just take them to a café or somethin’. Nice and easy. Neutral ground."

Hazard stopped pacing and fixed her with a skeptical look. "A café? Are ye daft? That’s pure boring. What if they think I don’t give a damn?"

Boomslang rolled her eyes. "Haz, not everyone’s expectin’ explosions and chaos every second. It’s about keepin’ it chill. You don’t need to impress them with a parade."

He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Aye, but cafés... I dunno. Feels too... soft."

"Exactly why it’s perfect" Boomslang countered, smirking. "Show them you’ve got more than just the leather-jacket, gang-member act. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it."

Hazard let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented. "Fine, fine. A café it is. But if this goes tits up, it’s on ye."

Boomslang laughed, throwing up her hands. "Don’t worry, champ. If it bombs, I’ll buy you a round to drown your sorrows."

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The café turned out to be quieter than you expected. The warm, inviting lighting gave the place a cozy ambiance, the faint scent of roasted coffee mixing with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It wasn’t the kind of spot you’d imagine Hazard frequenting—he looked out of place.You arrived first, settling into a booth tucked away in the corner. The barista had just brought over your tea when the bell over the door jingled. You glanced up, and your eyes widened at the sight.

Hazard walked in, but gone were the torn leather jacket and chains. Instead, he was dressed in a soft, oversized hoodie, sweatpants that looked like they might’ve come straight out of a lazy Sunday afternoon, and sneakers that were suspiciously clean. His blonde hair was tucked under a knitted beanie, and for once, his posture was relaxed, almost casual. He spotted you immediately, his face breaking into that familiar grin as he made his way over. “Hope I’m not late” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Not at all” you replied, still trying to reconcile the Hazard in front of you with the one you’d come to know. “I just... wasn’t expecting this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “What, were ye expectin’ me tae show up in full Phreak gear? Thought I’d give yer poor heart a break today.”

You laughed, gesturing to his outfit. “I mean, I didn’t think you even owned sweatpants. You look like you’re ready for a Netflix marathon, not a café.”

Hazard chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Can’t be struttin’ around in leather all the time—gets a wee bit much for the heat, and besides” he smirked, “I hear the ‘comfy’ look is all the rage these days. Figured I’d try tae keep up.”

You shook your head, smiling as you sipped your tea. “Well, it’s definitely unexpected. But I’ll give you this—it suits you.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening. “Aye? Well, maybe I’m just tryin’ tae impress ye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “Sure, Hazard. You’re definitely here to impress me, not because you secretly love a good cappuccino.”

He laughed, a sound that felt unguarded, real. “Ye’ve caught me. Fine. Maybe i do love a good cappuccino. But don’t tell the lads—they’d never let me hear the end of it.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about the chaos of tour life, and Hazard shared stories about his quieter moments with the Phreaks—nights spent fixing up their hideout, impromptu movie marathons and they’re helpful ‘charity work’.

“You’d like ‘em” he said, stirring the last of his coffee. “They’re a pain in the arse sometimes, but they’re good folk. Loyal. And they’ve got this habit of takin’ care o’ each other, even when they’re bein’ daft.”

“I can tell” you replied, resting your chin on your hand. “The way you talk about them—it’s clear you really care.”

He shrugged, but the flicker of vulnerability in his expression didn’t go unnoticed. “They’re family, aye? Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter much. Ye look out for yer own.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I get that. Being on tour, my band and crew—they’re like family, too. It’s not always easy, but... you find ways to make it work.”

Hazard studied you for a moment, his gaze unusually serious. “Ye’ve got a good heart, love. That much is obvious.”

Your cheeks warmed under his compliment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the menu. “And you’ve got a way with words, don’t you?”

Hazard could only lean back, arms resting casually on the table, but his gaze was sharp as it settled on you. “Y’know, I’m impressed with ye.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? What for?”

“The way ye carry yerself” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "On stage, ye're aw fire an' fury—screamin' yer heart oot like ye're ready tae tear the place doon. But offstage? Calm, collected, like nothin' could rattle ye."

You chuckled softly, running a hand through your hair. “Gotta keep the chaos contained somewhere, right? Besides, someone’s gotta keep things in order when the band’s running wild.”

And that he knew well off.

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As the two of you stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hit you like a sudden wave, causing you to shiver involuntarily. You hadn’t expected the drop in temperature, and the light jacket you’d thrown on earlier wasn’t doing much to keep the chill at bay.

Hazard glanced over, sharp as ever, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yer freezin’, hen?.”

“I’m fine” you lied, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Ach, don’t be stubborn” he said with a smirk, already shrugging out of his hoodie. In one smooth motion, he tugged it over his head, revealing the black tank top underneath.

Your breath caught for a moment as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and defined arms, muscles flexing slightly as he handed you the hoodie. It wasn’t flashy or overly showy—just solid, real strength that came from years of hard living.

“Here” he said, holding it out to you. "Won’t have ye catchin’ a cold on ma watch."

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating as you reached for it. “You’ll freeze without it.”

“I’ll manage” he replied with an easy grin, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think I can handle a wee bit o’ cold better than you.”

Reluctantly, you slipped the hoodie on, the oversized fabric engulfing you in warmth. It smelled faintly of him—coffee, leather, and something undeniably Hazard.

“Better?” he asked, watching you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“Much” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“No bother” he said, leaning back against a lamppost, the faint glow casting shadows over his sharp features. His tank top clung to his frame, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the slight curve of his lips told you he’d noticed you noticing.

“You’re not bad at this whole ‘gentleman’ thing, you know” you teased, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

He chuckled, crossing his arms in a way that made his muscles stand out even more. “Don’t let it get around, aye? I’ve got a reputation tae keep.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As the two of you finally reached the point where your paths diverged, Hazard glanced at you one last time, his expression softer now. “Keep it, if ye want” he said, nodding toward the hoodie. “Looks better on ye anyway.”

“Don’t push your luck” you shot back, though the warmth in your tone dulled the sharpness of the words.

He laughed, the sound low and rich, and gave you a quick wink. “Worth a shot.”

Hazard walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. For a man who commanded a room with his presence, he was surprisingly unassuming now, blending easily into the quiet street.

“You know” you said, breaking the silence, “this was nice. A lot nicer than I expected.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ye thought it’d be terrible, did ye?”

“I thought it’d be... chaotic” you admitted with a grin. “But I’m glad it wasn’t”

“Well” he said, his tone teasing, “I’m glad I managed tae surprise ye. But I cannae promise I’ll always be this calm. Chaos is kinda my thing, after all.”

You laughed, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I think I can handle a little chaos. But I’m on the move again soon, so if you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve, you’ll have to text me about them.”

“Ye want tae keep in touch?”

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. “Tour gets lonely sometimes. Besides, it’s not every day I meet someone like you.”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words, his usual bravado faltering. “Aye, well... ye’ve got my number now. Use it whenever ye feel like it.”

“I will” you said with a smile. “I’ll try not to blow up your inbox too much.”

“Ach, blow it up all ye want” he replied with a grin, his confidence returning. “Better tae hear from ye than tae wonder what ye’re up tae.”

With that, the two of you exchanged goodbyes, and as you walked away, the oversized hoodie wrapped snugly around you, you couldn’t help but glance back once. Hazard was still standing there, hands tucked into his sweatpants pockets, watching you with an easy, unshaken confidence.

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New Message from: Hazard ☢️💜

“Before you run off, meet me at the usual spot. One last pint, one last chat, aye? Call it a send-off. Or maybe just me bein’ selfish and not wantin’ to wait months to see yer face again.

I want to take you somewhere nicer”

Genji headcanons because i cant stop staring at him 👁👄👁

oh my this gif is so pretty

this isnt a headcanon, this is canon, i just wanted to say it: have you seen that man's ass?!?!?! double cheeked up frrr

smack it

catch him off guard

pinch it or something

you'll leave the man confused for days

tend to his wounds because the man fr needs healing smh

as your tending to his injured state, lay kisses all over his face

tell him how cool he looks, it will definitely boost his ego in a good way

tell him he's hot, he deserves it, just know that he will deny it with a bright red face

you and him definitely make fun of Hanzo, it's just required

he gets really insecure about his scars and the fact that he is literally mostly cyber, so please tell him otherwise

give him all the words of affirmation you have because it always does make him feel better

DONT TOUCH HIS SWORDS OR ANY WEAPONS FOR THAT MATTER

1. he doesnt want you to get hurt

2. those are his life, so if you touch them he will lecture you for an hour

he is little spoon

that's canon

mhm

confirmed

if in the moment he wants to be big spoon, he will bury his face in the crook of your neck

he will also just do that when he is little spoon, but cuddling you back

it's little spoon, but he's facing you, ya know?

he doesnt snore, he just has cute little breaths <3

he likes making fun of you, but never to hurt you, just to play about and it's cute because he really gets himself and you giggling

play videogames with him

especially stardew or animal crossing, i just so those chill games as his vibe

i also think he loves botw, so cuddle him as he's just exploring the world

he would introduce you to zen and y'all would kick it off immediately, trying to pull pranks on genji

pick flowers for genji, he's a sucker for it

get him a cat and he will be yours forever

make fun of his bowlcut from when he was a kid and feel the wrath of more than likely a tickle or pillow fight

when you and kiriko are together, you are taking Genji DOWN

just expect a lot of love and sweetness from Genji <3

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@tonberry-yoda

How about a head canon of Cayde-6 with an affectionate fem s/o? ~🐱

Cayde-6 With Affectionate S/O, coming right up!

Cayde-6:

- Honestly, he is so happy. He’s lost quite a bit in life and he always ends up being the one to cheer everyone up, so you are his safe space.

- You’re just always so sweet and kind, and your smile... He’d die for your smile. Again that is.

- Will always try and treat you to something you like but if you are down for it he’d love to cook something with you. Even if you are bad at cooking, he is worse, but he just would love to spend that time with you.

- It’s a battle of the cuddles. He’s affectionate. You’re affectionate. People place bets to see who can surprise cuddle who more often. It’s a messy ordeal. You end up knocking eachother down sometimes in a tackle hug.

- If you two are lying in bed, and he gets up to go do work, and you just gently mumble his name through a sleepy grogginess or gently hug on his hand, he will instantly drop next to you and say something like “Well since you forced me to and absolutely won’t let me leave.” as an excuse to stay with you.

- You wrap your arms and legs around him at that point and kiss his face all over.

- Please leave lipstick stains on his face. Even if you normally don’t wear it it’s just a delight for him. He loves showing you off to fellow guardians.

- You officially become the other parental unit of his thousands of hunter children. They will visit you and call you mother/father/preferred term. They would all die for you cause your just so nice!!!

- You two have a very healthy relationship and are very wholesome together.