#dmcb headcanons

Woohoo!! Almost done with all my current requests. Not looking forward to linking them all in the masterpost though and tagging them. Song recommendation: rage your dream // m.o.v.e

                       -Admin Ebony

I’ve been listening to some K-pop lately and its not that bad. I really only like two (2) songs though. Song recommendation: natural // imagine dragons

                                             -Admin Ebony

He was so aggressive when he first asked you out. It was astounding to watch. Seeing this tall individual with an angry expression clutching a bouquet of flowers. The proudly presenting them to you.

He would have this cute stammer while he did it, making his cheeks flame red and his ears go hot. “G-go out wit-with me!” It wasn’t even a question, more of a demand.

He might look mean and be fierce but he is one of the most gentle people you will ever meet, He treats you think glass that might break under his lean hands.

He doesn’t do much PDA, but he loves to hold your hand, which if you’re shorter can sometimes be difficult considering his own height.

When there are any signs of trouble, you can bet this man will pick you up and spirit you away with the ease of a man who frequently works out.

You often find him mumbling raps to himself and if you are in the position to listen closely enough, you’ll hear that most o them are about you.

He is also incredibly supportive, aggressively so. It is to the point where he leaves messages and affirmations on the bathroom mirror with a marker in big and bold serial killer letters.

He is slightly meticulous about his appearance, even if it seems otherwise, so expect him to ask you to shape up his eyebrows if you have the skills.

Let this boy do things for you, he’s quite the caretaker and busy body so nothing else shows him your love more than letting him take care of you.

I’m an awful artist but I’m practicing and getting better. Song recommendation: graffiti // samantha ft. melody federer

                                 -Admin Ebony

First and foremost: this kid screams when he finds out that you’re an artist because art is hard and you’re just so great at it. Like even the stuff you think is bad is magnificent in his eyes and everything you make he just wants to cry over because you’re just so amazing and special.

He likes to watch you paint if you’re a painter. He’ll even listen to you complain about how hard oil paints are to work with and that watercolor is easy to mess up too.

If you’re a writer then he’s always ready with obscure facts and likes to walk around cemeteries with you when you need name inspiration.

If you’re an illustrator/ graphic designer then he’s always bringing home good ideas and nice batches of your favorite drinks on the nights when you can’t sleep because there's something wrong with the picture and you just don’t know what it is.

He’s super wholesome really, making sure you never run low on supplies and bragging to all his friends that you’re just so amazing and deserve more recognition.

He really likes to pose when you need a figure reference, but he does sometimes have a hard time staying still.

He asks you to teach him how to draw and write basic stuff, relishing in the way your hands guide his and how you give out genuine praise willingly.

He doesn’t expect for him to b the subject of your art at any point but if it happens then he’ so happy and flustered that he might actually cry.

If you get published or sell your work then the first thing he does is take you out to a fancy celebratory dinner.

I’ve never written a trans character but I imagine this is perfect practice. I’m sorry if it doesn't seem satisfactory. In this, they haven’t had surgery yet, there’s only binders and hormones. Song recommendation: sadness is taking over // flora cash

                                        -Admin Ebony

Ryo:

When you first told him, you were so nervous that he would be disgusted and would hate you for what you wanted to be.

You weren’t planning on telling him but suddenly the topic of sex came up

And Ryo mentioned that he would like to have you (quivering) in his bed at some point.

When you finally got the words out and tears were in your eyes, you looked up to gauge Ryo’s reaction.

Expecting to see a disgusted and nonplussed man, you found yourself looking into bored eyes and a straight-lined mouth. He shrugged and said, “Cool.”

“What do you mean ‘cool’? Like you don’t hate me.” Ryo looked disgruntled that you would even suggest such a thing. “No, because there’s nothing to disgusted about. You could be an actual fucking fish and I’d still like and support you.”

You thought you might actually die from his words. Joy filled every pore and you hugged the poor blonde half to death.

Nothing changes in the relationship really. Ryo literally doesn’t give a shit.

Akira:

You knew that if anyone would be understanding about this kind of thing it would Akira.

You tearfully confessed to him when you had received threats and hate mail about your gender.

Akira’s first reaction was to tear out their throats and hang your offender's bodies on a stake. Luckily you stopped this from happening.

This boy is domain wholesome about the situation. He helps you regulate your hormones. He makes sure your binder is on correctly and doesn’t hesitate in correcting people about your pronouns. He even helps with voice training.

What a prompt!!! I cry everyday and I don’t know why!! Song recommendation: lone digger // caravan palace

                                           -Admin Ebony

Fayetteville isn’t as bad as people make it out to be, at least not the area where I am. I haven’t gotten mugged yet so I can’t really complain. Song recommendation: bounce // the cab

                                        -Admin Ebony

You balanced on the balls of your feet, looking up at the dark-eyed male with hesitance and wanting. You craved his company almost as much as your stomach demanded food. It was a strange thing to feel. You never thought something would keep you awake at night and yet here you were, sleep deprived and nervous as hell.

Akira caught your staring as he stopped walking, dropping your intertwined hands to his waist. “What is it, babe?”

You flushed red, shaking off his hand as you stuffed it into your coat pocket, hiding under your scarf. You averted your eyes and let out a gruff response. “It’s nothing, keep walking.” Akira tilted his head to the side, an owlish imitation. He took your hand again, having the nerve to pry it from your pockets. You unconsciously moved closer due to his oddly warm body. It was below freezing and this kid had the nerve to wear a light jacket and some holey jeans.

Your breath came out and halted in the air, visible and dissipating into the atmosphere around you. Did demons never feel the cold? You contemplated asking Akira but your nerves got the best of you, a problem you normally had as a regularly reserved person. It was a wonder that Akira had chosen you out of the many others he could have. He thought he was lucky to have such a caring and kindred soul such as yourself.

Akira led you across the street, diligently looking both ways before glancing back at you. He shot you a smile and you narrowed your eyes slightly, not liking the way the male seemed to simper. That was not to say you weren’t overjoyed, because you were very happy. Akira said today was a perfect park day if you ignored the below-freezing temperature and heavy clouds looming ominously overhead, a foreboding to your cowardice and anxiety.

You and Akira seated yourselves by the frozen fountain, taking in the icy landscape surrounding you. Then your eyes slowly wandered over to Akira, much to your displeasure. Settling your vision on his lips, you sighed in yearning. Taking a deep breath you shield yourself in preparation for what felt like the most stressful thing you would ever do in your life.

With flushed cheeks, you gently tugged at Akira’s ear. He turned to you, eyes searching you for an answer. You inclined your head, puckering your lips slightly as you huffed out small words in an even smaller voice. “I want...kiss.” Akira beamed immediately as soon as the word ‘kiss’ left your lips, leaning into you with vigor.

This will certainly be interesting. I also have a werewolf Akira too. Song recommendation: barbie tingz // nicki minaj

                                  -Admin Ebony

Promptober 5: Vampire

Could you have possibly been any more basic? Going into a dim and overgrown house at night, that was even conveniently placed in the middle of nowhere. Well, at the moment there seemed no other options. With no cell service and a low car battery, you needed some help. Now you just had to pray there would be some for you in the house.

You looked at the wooden oak door with hesitance, peering in the slit of glass provided that was covered with a light film of dust and grime. It was hard to see in but you didn’t miss the flickering of a candle in the corner of the corridor. You rapped on the door. Once, twice. No answer, leaving you to gently nudge open the termite eaten wood, wincing as it scraped along the splintering floorboards. The sound echoed for yeards behind you, making you hurry into the house and shut the door. Who knew what was out there? Without realizing it, you had trapped yourself inside with the worst thing in these parts.

Taking the candle dish you peered around, looking at cobwebs and observing the dust covering everything. Someone obviously lived here, the candle was a dead giveaway. You called out, asking for a name or even any assistance. You could hear nothing but your breaths, coming out in plumes of uneasiness.

Your footsteps left the dust disturbed, leaving a trail that a lone shadow patiently followed. You could see it in the corner of your eye, it had been following you around the house for quite some time. Yet whenever you turned your head to catch a clear glimpse of it the space was occupied with nothing but puzzlement and emptiness. That was until you were rounding a corner. Without looking back you whipped out a hand and clawed the air, catching onto cloth and yanking it towards you. The shadow let out a gasp and stumbled as you grinned in triumph.

Pushing them against the wall you surprising met wide blood red eyes and youthful features lined with masculinity and power. He was tall, with an untamed shock of black hair that touched the peak of his upturned color. The cloak hung on him like air, there were no folds but it somehow outlined his apparently lean body.

“Who the hell are you?” Your voice was sharp and your eyes narrowed in apparent suspicion.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, revealing teeth far too sharp to be humanly possible. Teeth that could pierce his tongue if he even dared to run it over them. “Funny thing to be asking a stranger in his own home. The real question is: who are you, tasty morsel?”

Song recommendation: i can’t see you in the dark // rei brown

When you were a child, you were always taught that people were simple things. They cried when they were sad, yelled when they were angry, and smiled when they were happy. It didn’t take you long to learn that this was in fact not true. When people were confused and scared they didn’t run away and hide. No, they would hurt and stay ignorant. They thought it was best to stay clueless then let the information change them. No one wanted to change, despite what they begged and preached about.

These people were no different. All this rioting and this mob, simply because humans were not the only things here. Demons were frightening and complex, but no more evil than humans. It did take a corrupt human to make a demon after all. You did not fear for your life, ducking behind a trash can as fire and screams followed you. This was how it had been for hours, it seemed like. Dodging death and people who refused enlightenment. You could only hope that Akira was safe.

You wanted to blame him, you wanted to blame Ryo. You knew, however, that the universe worked in enigmatic ways you could never truly comprehend. That’s why you hid, you hid so Akira wouldn’t have to worry about you trying to fight the mob head on. Your lover was already in so much more danger himself.

So when you heard the overhead flapping of wings and feet scattering you were confused. Not confused enough to riot and kill, but it was simply curiosity. Had the danger passed? Had  demon come down among them to seek vengeance? You let out a scream as a hand wrapped around your forearm. You heartbeat erratic and sudden sweat building under your arms and where your knees creased. You beat against your assailant, desperate to live another day. You had to see Akira, you had to make it through the night and find him.

“Calm down, (Y/N)! It’s just me.” The voice belonged to Akira, and you relaxed slightly. You stopped fighting and looked at the beast that was your Akira. His fur was damp and dark with blood, and you hoped it wasn’t his. He cradled you to his chest, placing achingly sweet kisses on your forehead. You peeked your head over his shoulder and saw Miki and Miko approaching. You smiled and gave them a small wave. They returned the gesture with as much vigor.

“Are you guys alright?” You asked with concern lacing your words.

Mako wrapped an arm around Miki’s waist and nodded, “Yeah we made it out fione, there was some blood shed.”

You felt Akira flinch into your embrace, hating the idea of hurting any humans. You nodded in understanding, “That’s good to hear. I just hope everyone else make sit out okay.”