#One day shall she reign /* (HEADCANONS.)

[paperpeacock]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day (ˊ˘ˋ*) I would like to request headcanons/oneshot of Gn-reader x Keith kogane, where reader is Allura's younger sister please (๑•̀ᴗ-)

Hi! I hope YOU are having a good day ♡, I loved this request so much! thank you for sending it to me, I hope you enjoy it!

Keith x Reader - Notice me

♡Summary - being the younger sibling to Allura meant no eyes were on you, that is until Keith met your gaze.

Princess Allura of Altea, commander of the castle and explorer of the stars, conquering evil and a guide to Voltron. She took charge and pride in her work, striving for victory whilst pushing those around her to do the same. These qualities are just a testament to the future queen that lies inside her, oh how great her reign could have been. However, more often than not, when one shines so brightly, they in turn must cast a long shadow that despite her good intentions, fell upon her beloved young sibling. Y/N was cast into the darkness, with little attention to their name. But a flower needs sunlight for how will it ever grow? No, it shall wither and wilt, eventually perish. Only then would Allura see the carnage of her brilliance. But by then it would be too late. 

“Alright Paladins, with that settled, this meeting is adjourned!” She beamed; the rest of the team smiled at her. You watched from your corner hiding, gimlet gaze eyeing your sister's every move. You hadn't a reason to attend the meetings, according to Allura they ‘didn't require your insight’ but that never stopped you, After all you cared about the paladins, they were your friends, so a situation involving their livelihood might pique your interest just a little.  

“Shouldn't we come through the third route instead?” An ashen voice snapped. 

OfCourse, you had an ulterior motive to attending these meetings. The red paladin stood, crossed arm clad in annoyance, his fiery gaze shrouded in his raven bangs.  

“Keith, I think it's best we stick to our original plan, it’ll take longer, yes but it's just so we don’t get noticed” Shiro encouraged, Keith, let out a huff, complying with his reasoning. It was then his sable eyes flickered to you, peering from behind the corner. You let out a small gasp before sticking your back to the wall, shielding yourself from further embarrassment. Little did you know, the red paladin found this quite amusing. 

With that the meeting finally met its close, with everyone ready to head back to their rooms. Allura and Coran also left, yes believe it or not but the princess doesn't stand on her perch the whole day. So, you took this as an opportunity to use the castles computer system, you were shy about asking for it.  

You swiftly padded towards it, small jolts of excitement with each bouncy step. Your fingers quickly got to work, swapping out all Allura's bits and bobs and going on to your desired tabs. You let out a quiet laugh as you reached your data point. However, without your awareness, the red paladin stood propped up upon the doorframe, silently studying you.  

“Are you allowed to use the castles control system?”  

Your heart leapt through your throat! And thus, your fingers followed, fumbling with unknown buttons and keys. You spun round to face him, his midnight gaze filled with laughter. 

“Well, this castle is also mine” You reminded, straightening your posture as he drew nearer. You heart ran laps beneath your chest, pumping extra blood towards your cheeks. 

“True...” he nodded, now standing next to your figure. There was a silence between you two, as your fingers drummed upon the glass top. 

“So, why did you stay behind” you timidly pried, unable to meet his gaze. Now it was his turn to feel fluster as a scarlet shade was painted upon his face. 

“I-...I just wanted to see what you were up to” 

“Really?” 

“Well, you were staring at me the whole the meeting, so I thought I'd come talk to you” 

Your eyes widened in embarrassment, his only grew in amusement.  

“I-I was just-” 

“You were just what?” 

His face grew closer to yours as the space between the two of you shrunk. Today a surge of confidence as filled Keith and with it he could finally approach his timid admirer. 

“O-okay now you're just pushing it” You nervously laughed, shrinking beneath him. 

“Am I? 

He took a strand of your hair between his index and thumb, fiddling with it gently. If your heart drummed any faster your bloodstream might burst. 

“Keith” you placed your hand upon his own, prying it off your hair. 

Suddenly, the sound of sliding doors gliding open rung through the room, paired with a very distinguishable gasp. 

“Keith? Y/N?” She cried. As if the magnets were reversed you both snapped away from each other. Even Allura had scarlet upon her face after witnessing such an intimate sight. 

“Its not what you think-” 

“Nothing happened!” you both tried to reason with her, but the princess was having none of it. 

“Y/N, I'd like to speak with you. Now.” and with that, you lent Keith a sorrowful gaze before having to face your sister. But even with the looming dread that followed you, your heart still fluttered and bubbled in excitement. Because for the first time someone chose to notice you, and not your sister. 

#keith kogane x reader #my writing #fiction #keith kogane #voltron fluff #voltron

[sankttealeaf]

Can we have more rue gortash headcanons please? I love them so much :)

OF COURSE sweet anon :D ask and ye shall receive 💛

gortash taught rue how to dance properly because the one and only time she danced at a ball it was a mess. (too bad she never got to try it out in a real setting with him)

speaking of balls - i deeply headcanon there to be some coronation ball after gortash is crowned archduke (the dragon age inquisition quest of a similar fashion is still in my head) and the two dance there, sharing ways in how rue is "definitely going to stop his plans" and gortash is "not going to let her unless she asks nicely". she puts her dancing skills to use here :)

been thinking about an au where rue doesnt get tadpoled and they get to live being evil rulers together too. they marry for "political purposes" (gortash knows rue wants to kill him and trusts her not to do it randomly one day). theyre horrible people who definitely spend the first few years tadpoling anyone important they can use for their own gain

also in the same au they'd have a family :) its the worst. (this au actually sucks because rue has the worst time of her life & gets nothing out of the arrangement apart from free reign to kill who she wants. there's something kind of heartbreaking that even in their "happy" ending, rue isnt happy. teehee)

rue "i dont want children ever im going to rip out my insides" durge vs enver "but what about my legacy 🥺👉👈" gortash. it doesnt matter. they will all die in the end.

anyway back to canon im going to leave it on a happier note for you

rue likes to cook! cooking is like murder but more methodical. (exploring this in the next chapter of my fic but-) sometimes she'll cook for her and gortash. only sometimes. 9 times out of 10 he asks her whats in it and shes like "flesh :D from an animal. not saying which one!" and he has to guess. one time he guessed wrong because she lied - there was no meat in the meal. just a lot of very oddly specific mushrooms she refused to go into detail about

they'd probably try and cook together a few times but gortash just gets in the way and she throws him out of the kitchen the moment he touches the wrong pan

(he has servants to cook for him. and rue now, i suppose)

theyre so silly to me

#; tea time #anon #thanks for indulging me :D #i think about them A Lot and its a little unhealthy #durgetash #oc ; rue #; chaos + control

[crackedpumpkin]

For the send me a character thingy, what about cole ??? 😲

since you love him so insanely much ❗❗❗

Hello love!! Sorry I'm responding so late omg, I was out celebrating the end of my internship yesterday and slept in today~ ( iwoke up at 430pm :D)

Send me a character!

Favourite thing about him:

Eyebrows. And his hair. I will not elaborate other than the fact that I might have a type.

Personality-wise I just love his calm nature and like, subtle way he takes care of everyone idk he's just there for you with a bunch of chocolates if you're having a bad day, and a bouquet during your graduation.

Least favourite thing about him:

Doesn't exist.

OH OH OH AND THE FACT THAT HE GOT SO FUCKING LITTLE TO ZERO SCREENTIME IN THE MOVIE. im still pissed about that, in case it wasn't obvious. Should I post an essay on that shit i get so unreasonably miffed on this fr;;;

Favourite line:

"Uh, hi, sorry to bother you. I'm Cole, Master of Earth, and this is Jay, Master of Blabber." Gets me every time.

broOTP:

LAVA ON GOD, especially in Prime Empire. I genuinely love their interactions just so, so much but Jay and Cole together are like,,,, another strong contender.

OTP:

really? i'd say me and him, but refer to the first least favourite thing bit. So, I think my OTP for him would be cake. let him and cake be together and peace shall reign across the land.

noOTP:

Cole and Vanya fr. They're genuine besties plus it's just kinda weird imo, since it's so sudden if they spring it on us and isn't she younger than him???

random headcanon:

I would bet good money that Cole is a cereal before milk advocate. Like, imagine pouring milk first, then cereal in front of him?? he would side eye you so hard. Also, i think that cole and zane are lowkey besties that gossip idk i can just picture him texting zane about some shit that happened like Nya burning the toaster or lloyd falling off a cliff

unpopular opinion:

doesn't exist. Man's perfect :)

Song I associate with him:

I don't have a particular one, but idk go stream Super by Seventeen

Favourite picture of them:

I kid, I kid, check this:

LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO CUTE ADORABLE HES SO-

i could just bake him in an apple pie oh my god.

#CPRambles #ninjago #ninjago cole #asks #this is fun people send me more pls #what else should i do #i should interact more besides just post chapters maybe #idk should i

[straykidsnerd255]

Please may I have a Detroit: become human headcanons of Connor with a human female S/O who he is married to..(S/O respected androids for a long time..she was raised by an female android named Judy and after her parents died in an accident shortly after her birth)..Connor met his S/O in the Police force (S/O was a police officer) when he was assigned to S/O and Hank for android investigations...S/O worked so she could provide for her five year old son, Gregory who is under the care of Judy (the android who raised you when you were young) herself..considering that S/O was a single mother at the time. S/O defended Connor when he was discriminated for being a android and worries about him when he risks his life on jobs..(Gregory definitely seems to like Connor and asked Hank if Connor was going to be his Dad *it was obvious that the android had feelings for Gregory's mother*) and showed him there was more to life than just work and treated him with the uttermost respect.

Here you go! I hope that you enjoy it!<3 I apologize if this doesn’t add up to the request, I allowed my brain to take reign on this one.

When you were younger, your parents died in a horrible car accident, resulting in their deaths. Judy, the android your parents had bought to help care for you, hid you away so the people and authorities couldn’t take you from her. She continued her job of taking care of you and with the funds that your parents had left behind, she bought a secluded house away from most wondering eyes. Judy spent her days caring for you until you were married and living with your husband and newborn baby.  However, when your baby boy, Gregory turned 5, your husband was murdered. It broke your heart to know that you were no longer with someone who loved you. 

Judy could feel the hurt in your soul and decided that she would step in and help you take care of Gregory. You were so grateful that Judy stayed with you. You opened the front door with arms full of groceries and a smile on your face. “Judy! Gregory! I’m home!” you called out. Judy walked into the room with Gregory running after her. “Mommy! What did you get from the store?” Gregory asked, trying to peek into the bags. You smiled and grabbed the bags before he could see in that bag. “Not yet my son, there are things in the bag that are for your birthday tomorrow.” You said. 

“Judy, I want to inform you that I am partnered with Hanks and an android named Connor. I will be out of town for a while. It is an investigation on an Android, but I haven’t received any information on the job itself yet. Tomorrow night is when the investigation officially starts. I do have to run to the Station to talk with Hank and meet Connor, so you are in charge of dinner for you and Gregory. Could you also make sure he gets ready for bed and in bed by 8 pm?” you asked, shouldering your purse and turning back to the door. Judy gave you a pleasant smile. “Of course Ma’am. What shall I make for dinner?” Judy asked, taking the other bags of food and presents from the table. Gregory sat on the living room rocking chair pouting that he couldn’t see in the bag. 

“Just mac-n-cheese and chicken nuggets are fine. You remember the recipe I use right?” You asked. Judy nodded her head and immediately turned and headed to your room to make sure the presents were hidden and came back downstairs to put all the food away. You chuckled before turning to your son. “You be a good boy for Judy Gregory. I will be here in the morning to celebrate your birthday tomorrow. We can go out and get breakfast if you would like.” You said, dropping to your knees. Gregory’s pout lifted when he heard you would take him out to breakfast tomorrow. “OK, Mommy.” He said, jumping down from the rocking chair to hug you.

You stood from where you were kneeling and walked towards the door. “Judy, I will be home sometime after midnight. Please make sure that Gregory is tucked in bed and asleep before I get home.” You said, a smile on your face as Judy nodded her head and disappeared back into the kitchen. You left the house in a hurry and climbed into your car. As you started the car and pulled out of the driveway, your cell phone began to ring. 

“This is Y/n L/n. How can help you?” You pressed the answer button on the earpiece in your right ear.  “Y/n, are you on your way to the station?” Hank’s rough voice called out. “I am indeed sir. I will be there in 5 minutes.” You said. Hanks immediately went into what the meeting was going to be about and that you would be meeting Connor, an investigative Android that would be helping Hanks and you on the investigation starting tomorrow night.

“Do you mind if Connor stays with you and your kid?” Hank’s sudden question made your head spin. “I don’t mind. I do have an extra charging station he could use. I don’t know how my son will be when a new android is present.” You mumbled the last part more to yourself. Hank soon bid his goodbye as you pulled into the station. You ended the call, turned the car off after parking, and exited the car. You stretched your arms out before entering the building and looking around in awe.

“Detective L/n I presume?” A well-dressed-looking android with brown hair asked. You turned and noticed the android and smiled. “My name is Connor. I will be working with you and Hanks. As you held your hand out to shake Connors, another officer pushed his way past knocking Connor to the side a bit. You glared at the person. “What the hell was that for? Watch where you are going!” You snapped, causing the officer to jump in his place. He turned to see you standing in front of Connor with the angriest look on your face. He simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his papers and walking away. 

“You didn’t have to do that. I know they hate me.” Connor said even though you could see the sadness in his eyes even if he was an android. “Well, you will be living with me, my son, and the android that has been caring for me since I was a child. I hope that you feel welcome in my home.” You said, gently linking your arm with his arm and walking towards the meeting room Hanks mentioned he would be in. Connor looked down at your linked arms and couldn’t help but feel like he was somewhat human at that moment. He could sense that he was growing attached to you even though he barely just met you. 

{After the meeting}

“I understand. I will do my research and see what I can find.” You said, taking the papers from Hanks and heading out to your car. “Connor, let's go home.” You said. Connor looked at you with a blank expression but his mind was running a mile a second. He followed you out to the car and made sure that you entered the car safely before he started heading towards the bus. “What are you doing Connor, get in.” You said. You watched the android open the door and climb into the car. “Don’t worry, you can do anything that I do.” You said, putting the key into the ignition and starting up the car. 

When you returned home, Judy immediately opened the door before you knocked. “Welcome back Y/n. Who’s the guest?” Judy asked. “This is Connor, he is the new android that I am working with. I was asked to house Connor for the time being.” You said. Judy nodded her head and gently pulled Connor into the house. “Welcome. Please, anything you want to do, you can do. You don’t have to ask for my permission.” You said, smiling sweetly at Connor. A yawn escaped your lips and before you knew it, Connor lifted you into his arms and carried you to your room. You didn’t ask him to, but he felt like he needed to. 

{Next Morning}

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON!” You called out, handing Gregory a birthday present. He tore through the wrapping paper and grinned so wide. “You remembered!” He yelled, pulling the stuffed bear out of the box and hugging him tightly. “Look closer, Gregory. That bear is a little more than just the one from the store.” You said, taking the bear and flipping it. Gregory’s eyes widened and tears soon filled them. “This was the bear daddy had when he was a child.” Gregory started crying and you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. 

Connor looked at the young boy and felt the urge to hug him too but just placed a hand on his head. Gregory looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He wiped his eyes and turned back to you. “Is he my new dad?” Your face went bright red. A knock on the door saved you from answering your son’s question. “Hank, what are you doing here?” You asked, concerned that something happened. “I just wanted to come and check on everyone. I also heard that it was someone’s birthday today as well.” Hank said squatting down and holding out a present for Gregory. 

Gregory grabbed the present before looking at the man. “Can he be my new dad?” He asked, pointing at Connor. Hank looked at Connor and you with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe after the mission, Connor can take your mother out on a date. How does that sound?” He asked, patting Gregory on the head and standing back up. “Enjoy your morning and afternoon, I will see you guys at 7 pm sharp,” Hank said before leaving and going back to his car.  You turned to your son to see him smiling up at you. You laughed while shaking your head. 

#Detroit become human #female reader #requested #@the-letter-horror-lover #enjoy #Connor #one-shot

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere!Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Slight NSFW [mention], kidnapping, manipulation, toxic relationships. 

We all know that Howl is very much a ladies man; he knows exactly how to pull women in, and captivate them so that they fall in love with him easily. 

For Howl, it’s all a game. He catches the eye of a girl, no interest on his part of course. She just happens to be in his line of the game. He knows what to say, how to present himself to perfectly fluster and simultaneously intimidate every other person there. He doesn’t venture outside the castle often, and when he does, there’s an air of fear; there’s such awe left in his wake. 

And he loves it. This drama queen feeds off it.

But we also know that Howl is a runner. He cannot commit to anything, hating the restricting nature of feeling tied down. I mean, he abandoned his apprenticeship. With this in mind, Howl makes the most unlikely yandere. But he actually is highly dangerous, although he doesn’t really look like it.

He’s afraid of himself in a way. He understands that he is quite powerful, and after practically going rogue, Howl gets his kicks with spontaneity, with the complete unexpected in life. 

When he meets you, he expects you to give him all your attention, like everyone else. But you brushed past him, looking at his fancy clothes, his blonde hair, sapphire eyes, green jewels swinging from his ears, and the beautiful pendant around his neck. He was picturing it now in his mind, getting ready for the look of adoration, the tense of muscles, the scarlet blush upon your cheeks.

But you looked away. You gathered your belongings, perhaps stowing them away in your satchel, and you just looked away.

What?

Is that it?

You weren’t even interested in him. Howl was still so stunned he had nothing to say, no suave and seductive voice to tempt you into his charms. He was in awe of you; you looked at him with such indifference it made his head hurt. Not with heartache or pain or anything like that. But he could not deny that he wasn’t curious.

Well, of course, not only does this not sit too well with Howl, he is very much a delusional person in this kind of state. However, he is incredibly smart and calculating and he balances these two personalities scarily very well. 

Like I said before, Howl is a very dangerous yandere, and he thrives on his blantant misinterpretation of a mere womanizer to scamper away, unsuspected, unscathed, and free to do what he likes.

Howl doesn’t really hold on to grudges that much, or anything; when he loses interest, he tosses things away. Not all though. 

You, you, YOU. 

Why won’t you leave his weary mind after days of being apart? Why is his  conciousness telling him to look for you, and not relent until he’s succeeded in doing so? Despite all the signs, all of the telltale signs that shows he’s just a little too invested in you, he writes it off as his bad habits resurfacing to play another game. 

And, of course, Howl Jenkins shall oblige!

Howl is a patient man, make no mistake. He finds it enjoyable to watch things go down for a while; no matter how trivial, poking fun in plain sight at innocent civilians never gets old. 

When he finally gives in to trying to find you and play with you for a little while, Howl pushes aside all distractions to do so. That means traveling through counties and villages, towns and cities until he’s found you again.

Howl is desperate for love and affection that isn’t because of his looks. He really wants someone to love him, not the image he puts across, not just above the surface with his tantalizing blue eyes that pull you in and trap you. 

You saw through that. You barely gave him a second glance and while it peaked his interest initially, it annoyed him for days on end. Usually being teasing and indifferent to Calcifer’s complaining, he found himself snapping and getting easily annoyed. Markl began to subtly keep his distance on bad days. 

Now, though, he’s become delusional. In Howl’s mind, you are to blame for his interest, for his inability to keep his mind off of you. You are the sole reason for his burgeoning obsession that seems to be running the show. He tells himself that when he finds you, it’ll leave. This painful, utterly agonising sensation of having you in his grasp, playing his game will go far away. He’ll seduce you, definitely, take you to bed and have a good time and his obsession and all-consuming desire to play the game, just you and him will just...go. Poof.

Except when Howl does find you, he doesn’t feel like letting go of you. 

Ever. 

And while this does take him by surprise, it all starts to make sense for him. 

Because looking at you now, bundled up in his arms, crying in anger and confusion, he sees in the stars that this was meant to be. 

He waits until he’s sure you’re asleep [more like passed out from exhaustion-] to really, really get a good look at you. He notices for the first time your cheeks and how they’re squished against his pillows and wrapped up in his sheets so perfectly, it’s like you’ve been here many times before. He notes how relaxed your closed eyes seem to be, no furrowed brow or scrunched tight eyelids; just complete and utter serenity. 

You’re just so perfect. Could you be a god, some kind of deity perhaps?

He’s in love for the first time in a long time. He may have let it slip by then, selfish and uncaring, but now?

Oh no, Darling, you don’t stand a chance. Howl will do anything to keep you hidden from those bastards’ eyes  protect you, to love you and most of all, make you see that he’s the one for you.

 Always.

You sat in the boiling water filling the bathtub, limp and tired, unresponsive as Howl bustled around you, his task completely focused on getting you ready for bed. Once upon a time, you would have refused to call him by name; instead you settled for ‘bastard’, ‘prick’, and ‘I hate you’. 

You even tried to sleepily mutter these things under your breath, not caring now that you were being lifted out of the bath, and dressed in a white gown. You cared even less when feeling your mind slip away into a soft sleep, curling into your body with comfort, clinging onto Howl’s pillows.

However, in front of his ‘housemates’ [ you could only guess what a talking fireplace could have to do with his wacky moving castle ], you were frightened. Howl didn’t even have to say a word; he had you smiling and  acting somewhat normally in front of ‘Calcifer’ and the little boy, Markl, you thought his name was. 

But you could always feel the sliver of magic take a hold of your wrists from behind, a little voice telling you that staying here was for your best interest, what more could you want? It promised you eternal love, devotion and affection, coated with a sickly sweetness only Howl could pull off. 

All in all, you stopped resisting after a while. Howl was annoyingly patient it seemed, and it frustrated you to feel as though you were a child all over again. He smothered you, insisting on doing the most trivial of things for you, never snapping back at you, never doing anything to remotely answer back at you in the same manner whenever you resisted his help.

It didn’t click until you had cursed at him mercilessly, screeching and crying, pulling at your combed hair, that by acting like this; he looked better than you. He looked above you. Compared to your tantrums, Howl looked calm and collected and completely willing to help you in any way possible. 

But why was he doing all of this? 

Why did you wake up in his bed, with his lanky arms draped all over you as if you were lovers? Why was he spoiling you, letting you wear his clothes, feeding you? What was he trying to convince you of? 

“Darling, I have some new nightclothes for you. Do you want me to help you into them?” He was slower, more gentle tonight as he strolled around his room. He was delberate though, not forceful exactly, but it was more of an atmospherical warning. You could just tell; if little Y/N tried anything, something would happen. 

Some kind of spell, or perhaps even a curse to teach you a lesson.

Ah, there it was. Another gift. 

Did he think you’d simply tolerate him because of his lavish, his blatantly excessive gift-giving?

Why did he look at you with such sickening adoration on his flawless features? 

At last, his bustling seemed to cease and he took a longing glace back at you. He probably only meant it to last a few seconds but the longer he gazed, it just became a cold and glassy stare. 

You knew the feeling of ‘zoning out’ well, but his eyes became darker and darker. Some kind of shadow must have passed over him or something, because he snapped out of his eerie trance and threw himself onto the bed. 

You yelped in surprise, pulling your hands to your sides, hastily spreading them out on the soft quilt like spiders, your legs pushing your body back ever so slightly, eyes wide. 

Howl chuckled, but it was filled with a sinister undertone that you weren’t used to at all. He snapped his head to the right, his hands already unraveling a silk-encased package. 

“I saw these while in the town today and couldn’t help myself.” 

Pulling out the brand new nightclothes, you unwillingly let out a pleased gasp. It was a set of matching pyjamas. They were satin, smooth to the touch and a beautiful shade of emerald, not too bright at all, but not dark either. 

Sometimes, you enjoyed this sort of treatment from Howl, albeit, very guiltily. He was always polite, courteous and kind, willing to help you with anything, but you also couldn’t help but feel a sense of horror, lingering long after you fell asleep. As if it were some kind of parasite. You just couldn’t for the life of you place your finger on it. 

You had learned to never keep him waiting for anything; he was a busy man and as much as he liked to have free reign of his work, he liked to be organised too.

This time you had apparently spent too long admiring your gift rather than answering him.

“Isn’t it lovely, Y/N? I thought it would suit you divinely.”

“Y-yes, it’s beautiful, thanks so much H-Howl.” 

Not wasting any more time, he sat up from his previous position on the bed, and somehow managed to gracefully snatch the nightclothes away from your trembling hands, and shooting you a look as if to say, well, take your clothes off. That was the less sinister version. Howl’s eyes took on a new darkness that growled, or I’ll do it myself. 

Your hands flew to your neckline, undoing the small ribbon that held the soft cotton on you, and allowed Howl to thread his fingers through the material, travelling towards the bottom of the garment and pulling it over your head whilst you lifted your arms, feeling the comfort of the soft sleeves peel off your arms. 

The blush on your face was unmistakeable. It was another embarassment being bathed by him, but this? Stripping you out of your clothes? It didn’t help that he was aware of your inner battle, and having an annoying, but otherwise barely noticeable smile on his face. 

His hand reached over with the satin nightclothes, urging you to take them. You did, carefully so, slipping them on against your flushed body, his cerulean orbs watching intensely. 

As if he didn’t want the image to go away. 

When you had finished dressing yourself, you stood up and  tentatively walked to the mirror, even slightly stumbling on your feet, and gasped in pleased surprise. You looked...beautiful in the nightclothes. The satin felt so smooth on your skin, and the emerald shade brought out your e/c eyes nicely. 

A few moments later though, you gasped for a whole different reason. Howl slipped his hands around the front of your torso, letting them wander further and further down, reaching your thighs with a renewed urgency, pressing you back against his body.

“I didn’t hear a ‘thank you’, darling.” His tone was teasing, but you could detect a hint of anger, annoyance was it? As quickly as the shadows came they departed, leaving you at the mercy of the wizard Howl. 

“No matter,” he rasped against the nape of your neck, placing soft, heated kisses against your skin,”You can say thank you, whilst begging on your knees.”

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sorry about that ending, it just needed to come to an end before i drove myself mad with the procrastination :)

but what did you think of it?? there really isn’t enough Howl’s Moving Castle fics, let alone yandere ones, but i like how it came out. 

to the person who requested this, Howl, is 100000% the gentle dom we ALL NEED OKAY

#yandere Howl x reader #yandere studio ghibli #howl x reader #yandere howl pendragon x reader #headcanons #x reader #x you

[rodeoxqueen]

Can you do more head cannons of The DMC boys taking care of their baby girl???

Howdy,

I do not think I’ve written headcanons of Dante, Vergil, Nero, and V with a baby daughter? Well, no time like the present. 

Enjoy, 

Rodeo 

Dante 

“Baby. Baby girl. Baaaaaby!” Dante calls as his daughter, white-haired and arms covered in baby fat, gurgles with joy. 

Literally the love of his life. The babe looks just like him, with white hair and blue eyes. 

Lady and Trish adore the baby girl and do not trust him to dress their niece cutely. So they spend all his money buying the cutest little shoes and dresses. The baby fever is so bad for them. 

Dante is so protective of his little demon child. He duct tapes all the sharp corners in his shop. It’s Hello-Kitty and red duct tape. It’s such an eye-sore but he’s so proud of himself. 

He doesn’t use her crib. Every night, his daughter cries when he puts her in the crib. He ends up taking her to his bed, her little body resting on his chest, moving to the rising and falling of his form. 

They eat meals together, both covered in bits of food. Messy eaters, the two of them. Dante always seems to eat incredibly leaned back and his daughter copies him, leaning to the back of the baby seat with her little feet crossed.

 She loves sundaes and slaps the table when she can’t get any. Dante can’t resist giving her the strawberries to gnaw on. 

“Shithead! You’re going to give her cavities!” 

“Nero, she doesn’t even have teeth yet.” 

Sometimes they just nod at each other.

“Hey, boss lady.” 

“Dah.” 

“Very nice.” 

He gets a tactical baby carrier, much to everyone’s disgust. 

His little baby girl is often found latched onto his leg, cooing and refusing to leave from her father’s proximity. 

Vergil tries to hold her and she cries immediately. It’s because Vergil looks like a very serious Dante and that doesn’t sit right with her. 

The twins tried dressing the same and brushing their hair the same style to see what she would do. She keeps pointing to the other and saying “da-da” and grabbing at the other twin. Eventually, she starts fussing. 

Well actually, demon children can detect parental pheromones. She likely figures out who is who very soon and will not unlatch from her demon daddy. 

“She’s got quite a grip,” Vergil comments as blood soaks into Dante’s shirt where her hands clung to him.  

“Her claws came in early.” His brother grunts. His hands aren’t even on her, she is completely supporting herself with her little devil hands. 

Dante will walk out of the house with his hair done like his child’s. The last thing a demon sees is the merciless face of Hello Kitty on a barrette on Dante’s head. It’s quite frankly scarier than anything else. 

See Exhibit C-(credited to @aztarion)

Vergil 

“This is my daughter. If anything happens to her, I will kill Dante and everyone else in this room and then I will kill Dante again.” 

“Vergil what.” 

This man does not use babytalk. He talks to her in complete sentences with words Dante doesn’t even know, his child babbling in return. 

“Child, I grow quite jaded by this tirade. Either participate in nap time or stay put,  I shall not heed your intentions to stay up.” 

“Abababa!” 

“I will not tolerate your churlishness.” 

He does his best to dress her in blue. They match all the time. 

He isn’t great with doing hair that isn’t his. His daughter has all her hair swept back like her old man. She copies him, slapping her forehead and swiping her stray strands of hair back. He smirks at her likeness. 

Vergil had to be taught how to change a diaper by Nero. 

No baby carrier, he will hold her to his waist at all times and she chews on the handle of the Yamato. He just lets her. 

He doesn’t buy her toys, everyone else does.

“Child, you must stop collecting tributary from your relatives.” 

“Bababababa.” 

Vergil does not trust those two women with his child. However, he finds his daughter points to Trish and makes grabbing motions. Trish coos at her in her slender arms and laughs when she chews her hair, his daughter gripping Lady’s finger in her other hand. Vergil stops, and realizes-

This is the closest he will ever see his mother hold his child. He finds he does not mind it. 

Vergil’s daughter is protected by his doppelganger, who moves stuff out of her crawling path and ensures she doesn’t bump her little head. 

He also does not use the crib. But he tried. His baby daughter cried and reached for him, her little face scrunched up with sadness. 

“It is for your own good. You must be independent. The world is a hard place, sleeping alone is the least you can do.” 

The baby continues to cry and Vergil relents, eyes soft as he takes her back. He holds her the entire night. 

“Perhaps just this once, my little lamb.” 

All grown up, his daughter will find her baby photos in a neat scrapbook, all images were taken by Dante of Vergil holding her every night. 

Nero 

Youngest dad here, quite frankly the most competent. 

He grew up taking care of other kids, no matter how punk rock he is, his instincts to take care of kids shine through. 

She has a black pacifier that’s shaped like a skull. 

He is so clingy to this little girl, knowing how he grew up with no parents. 

His little girl is always with him. If not, she’s with Kyrie. She has to be convinced to go play with other children. 

“Hey, can an uncle hold his niece-” 

“Frick off, I’m her dad.” 

“Censoring yourself, are we?” 

He gives up swearing near her. That swear jar paid for a new school building next to the orphanage. 

Nero melts when his little girl scratches her nose the way he always does. Some things are just genetic. 

His little girl has his temper. She kicks and screams and slaps him when he doesn’t give her what she wants, although she is an angel in general. 

His kid is the first one to fully trigger, a very angry and blue one-year-old with horns and astral wings, literally bursting with demonic energy and snarling. Nero sheds a tear in pride after she slashes the side of his face. A bag of frozen peas in hand, he looks at her with joy. 

“She’s going to be so kick-butt. Just like me, huh?” 

His daughter is tolerant of her grandfather. In the arms of Vergil, she glares back at him. 

“She will be a very strong Sparda,” Vergil comments as she rips a button off his jacket. 

Nero is so soft with this baby girl. He’ll scream at Dante and his father seven ways till Sunday but coo in baby talk with her. 

He sings her to bed the classics. 

“But I’m a creep, I am a weirdo. I don’t belong here…..” Nero rocks his daughter side to side as she softly breathes. 

“N-Nero?” Kyrie asks from the doorway. He casts her a glance. 

“It’s Radiohead.” He says before returning to his loving mumbles. Kyrie sighs. 

V 

“Oh my darling. Look at you, little star.” He beams as he taps her little nose. Her hair is white just like his when Nightmare is unbound. 

He adores her, this little crawling bundle of joy. 

Cane in one hand, he holds his child in the other. 

“Wow V, human babies sure are squishy looking gremlins.” 

“Griffon-” 

“In a good way!” 

The two other familiars are also dedicated to his daughter. Shadow likes to clean her with her tongue, causing her hair to stick up in all directions. 

Griffon collects things that are shiny and gifts them to her little fat baby hands. 

Unfortunately, babies are very grabby little people. Griffon caused a power outage one time because the little starling pulled his tail feathers out in curiosity. 

Of course, V reads to his child his poetry. It’s the only way she can be put to sleep.

She fusses and V simply holds her up and asks her what the matter is. She babbles and squirms and V does his best to understand baby talk. 

He lets people hold her, although he is nearly inches away to retrieve her in case she is displeased.

Dante is the favorite uncle and she loves to play peek-a-boo with him.

V nearly keels over one day when she managed to absorb Shadow, soft baby skin decorated by black spider lilies. She returns Shadow in the form of a kitten although the big cat quickly turns back into a grown panther.

She tried it with Griffon. Yes, of course he pops out again a swearing baby chicken.

“My dear, what on earth?”

“Da-da!”

She pulls on V’s hair, threading her fingers through the midnight strands. She also puts her hand on his gently-sloping nose. He doesn’t mind it, although her fingers can be sticky. 

He keeps a little bell on his cane to waggle over her head when she is bored. She loves it and reaches her little hands to the sound. She likes to take his rings and clink them together. 

Sometimes, he gives up and just eats the same baby food she does. 

He’s a very patient father, although she can easily exhaust him with all the demands. 

“The queen reigns over all.” V muses as she throws a tantrum. 

He has a day-to-day journal of her development, full of pressed flowers and inked poetry of his Little Wanderer. 

#devil may cry #vergil sparda #dante sparda #devil may cry imagines #dante headcanons #dmc imagines #dmc v headcanons #dmc5 v headcanons #vergil headcanons #daddy Dante #dadgil #dad Nero #daddy V #parenting headcanons #request #daughter headcanons

[probably-haven]

Hello!

So I’m the anon who asked for more Archon War Venti headcanons and I just loved it! I really like reading your headcanons cuz some of them are similar to mine but mostly are headcanons that I didn’t think of so it really is nice to read and see your thoughts about Venti!

I feel like as if I’m asking too much but could you keep doing these types of headcanons? Like it doesn’t have to be Archon War headcanons but like some headcanons about Venti’s relationship with the Ragnvindrs and Gunnhildrs. Because the first Gunnhildr was the first one who prayed to Barbatos and the first Ragnvindr was his friend who left but came back and I really wanna hear your thoughts on that!

And I’ve decided to get off anon cuz you just replied to my texts and I wasn’t expecting that so I’ve got a short confidence boost that I am completely taking advantage of! And thanks for the advice! or uhh comment? observation? I’m not entirely sure but thank you for that! I’ve heard that be said to me a few times and I have been trying to be more, uhh, assertive so thanks for that!

rfouierjkhfkecs i actually came across information on Gunnhildr and the "Red-haired warrior" yesterday when i was doing more research into the rebellion against Decarabian and I was like "wow this would be really fucking fun to research and theorize on, but its too specific/niche to include unprompted no matter how much i want to" but bestie you prompted, and im literally so happy right now because I didn't think I'd ever really get the chance to post about them!

also lmao yeah, i tend to try and reply to as much as I can, since it's a good feeling when someone does and all. but yeah, no problem! I’m glad you felt confident enough to reveal XD. 

This may be structured a bit more like analysis/theory/just citing canon things at first before it gets into a more headcanony format.

ehe i have so much free reign on this it's lovely

More Archon War Era Venti: one two three

spoilers for Venti's backstory and Diluc's(kinda, i think, just in case)

first things first, laying down some canon background because before yesterday i hadn't heard of either of them outside of that one cutscene.

the very reason Decarabian had his storm wall up in the first place was because at the time Andrius had declared war on him- and his tower, and the city of Mondstadt by extent, were basically constantly under attack by Andrius's blizzards, which since he was still alive back then, were a lot bigger and covered basically what seems to be the whole of Mondstadt outside the barrier.

This meant that people had two options. Live in the city under Decarabian's oppression, or live outside the barrier, and brave the blizzards of a warring god... which was not a good idea

but the Gunnhildr clan(not yet called that) tried- and they almost died because of it. In the midst of a blizzard, the clan chief's daughter, named Gunnhildr(which the clan would be named after later) sent out a prayer that was heard by a wandering wind spirit. And the faith of that prayer gave the spirit enough power to create a small shelter to protect them.

When her father past, she became the new leader and also a priestess. She would later lead the clan to fight Decarabian alongside four others. And basically the Gunnhildr Clan ended up as like sworn protectors of Mondstadt

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as for the red-haired warrior, who is basically assumed to be the earliest known ancestor of the Ragnvindir clan(im gonna refer to as Ragnvindir for convenience sake, even though "Ragnvindir" is technically a different character from Vanessa's era)theres not much information on him, but heres what i have from the various wiki's

- he was a wanderer

- one of the first to use the sign of windblume to find other rebels(so he's intelligent)

- actively propped up the nameless bard so he could watch as the tower was destroyed

there's this little tidbit too from the Windblume Ode bow's description that im probably gonna talk about a considerable amount too: "Atop the ruins of the ancient tower, amidst the cheers, songs, and tears of those who had newly won their freedom. A red-haired warrior turned his back on the newborn god, hidden like a single raindrop in a tidal wave of humanity. He was first among those who passed the secret sign of Windblume, the one who wove threads of dawn throughout the long night. His name has since been lost to time, but his deeds are still remembered in song." followed later by "The fate of this clan will likely never change: they shall ever live in the darkness and bring forth the flame of dawn."

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Now I'm going to start with the Ragnvindir(geez, why's it spelled like that tho)

My idea of his character is basically formed by a mix of Ragnvindir stereotypes and just generally analyzing text.

So what do we know about Ragnvindir's for sure? they are shady motherfuckers- or at least they rarely operate in the spotlight. also damn, these guys are more cursed than anemo vision wielders- like the only one who didn't canonically lose someone close to them was Crepus, but considering that Diluc doesn't exactly have a mom..... he probably did

so what do we know? - he was close with the nameless bard - he was intelligent - he likely operated primarily from the shadows "ever living in the darkness" - he was a wanderer - he abandoned Venti during the celebration - but his deeds were still remembered in song, so Venti and him were likely still close

now the question of the century: how will i choose to interpret "turned his back on the newborn god"? And honestly, I'm- not sure- at first i assumed he abandoned him completely- but Venti did still make sure to carry on his memory- which could just be Venti being Venti, but for the sake of sanity, this is how I'm interpreting it.

A lot of things happened to the Ragnvindir that day. He lost a friend, saw another become a god to replace the one they had conquered, and he saw his goal, his reason for being in Mondstadt, come to fruition. "see the world through my eyes" the bard had said, and the Ragnvindir had been a wanderer even before. Sure, the people had won freedom, and that was to be celebrated, but he's intelligent to recognize that people would likely see him as one of the key figures in leading the rebellion. And for him this was a solemn time, and ending to a chapter, and not being one to operate in the spotlight, the last thing he'd want is to be swept up in festivities and attention at a time like this.

It also likely didn't help that he's probably smart enough to understand the idea of "power corrupts," and seeing the wind sprite just readily accept the mantle of Archon was likely not the most comforting thing to happen in the given situation after all. But Decarabian was gone, and Andrius had ceased his blizzards, so without a word, he slipped into the crowd and left, a wanderer once more.

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now back to Gunnhildr

she was the first to receive an anemo vision from Barbatos, no I do not take criticism on this "the power bestowed on her by Barbatos" like please, they basically said it.

It also mentions that she crowned Venti with laurels(symbol of vistory) after the battle- the book Biography of Gunnhildr additionally says "the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever."

I really like this because it conveniently ties into my past headcanon about Venti granting visions to the people of Mondstadt and having them be the ones to erect wind barriers and defend the city in his absence.

So in the Archon War I like to imagine that the Gunnhildr clan had a lot of people who were actually granted visions and were basically in charge of protecting it from those who would attempt to ambush them.

Mondstadt essentially became known for this- the fact that the mortals within it were strong enough to fend off the force of a god without support from their own.

but regardless, Gunnhildr, as she had before, served as a priestess to Barbatos, the closest thing that Mondstadt had to a ruler, and yet she only took charge of prayer and protection.... i hate to just- equate them to their descendants- but to an extent- her role was kind of like a merge between Jean and Barbara- Except with a whole lot less structure.... i really dont want their characters to just be carbon copies of the descendants but- c'mon, the comparison was right there.

anyways besties- back to Venti so i can tie them in

The Archon War was one of the worst times for Venti in his entire life thus far. And the time immediately after Decarbian's fall, while Gunnhildr and the Ragnvindir were still alive, was the key period of time in which things could have gone very differently.

Venti is the god of freedom. That's a reoccurring theme and I think I've made that abundantly clear. But during this time, Venti was anything but free.

I've mentioned before how he would stay far from the city of Mondstadt so the shockwave of his death wouldn't reach him, should he fall.... well- Venti is new to a lot of things- godhood- humanity- war- freedom- and at this point he was trying hard to figure out how to be Mondstadt's god without becoming Decarabian, and while still being able to survive, and make sure they survived, and see the world for his friend, and carry on his friends legacy.

And this is a lot of stuff for what was once a carefree elemental being, and there were certain things that had to be done for this to happen. He couldn't just stay in Mondstadt, or he would grow weak and his people would be vulnerable to attack, but he couldn't abandon it, because despite being able to fend for themselves, there's always hat just in case. He couldn't stay in any one place outside of Mondstadt for very long or he'd be found and killed. He knew in order for Mondstadt to survive he would have to take an active role in the war, strengthen himself so he could defend Mondstadt, and thats exactly what he did.

He started by going after the less powerful gods, ones he had a chance at beating with the power he got from the Gunnhildr clan and the rest of Mond, and by wiping them out, he would grow stronger, so he kept it up- working his way up the metaphorical ladder.

but he couldn't let anyone near him either, because he knew just what would happen if he was attacked then. Were it not for Gunnhildr's prayer, the early years of the Archon War would have been without contest the loneliest time of his life, and there would be nothing he could do about it, bound by survival and his attachment to the legacy of his friend, constantly fearing for his life and going against his very nature as the god of freedom. Frankly thrust into that circumstance that early on, and having to face it alone, it's likely that Venti would have caved under the pressure and dropped his attachment to either his survival, or to his friends legacy... or just something entirely worse(isolation messes with brains) so I'm attributing the fact that he didn't do that to Gunnhildr's companionship, speaking to him and guiding him through it as he had guided her through the blizzard some time ago.

I also like to think that she's responsible for founding at least a number of the different celebrations that still happen in Mondstadt even now.

Ugh supportive warrior priestess- we stan

anyway meanwhile! we got the Ragnvindir

He hears about Venti taking part in the Archon war during his wanderings and returns to Mondstadt to check in, wary of what he might find.

Venti, who hadn't seen him since the rebellion, is elated to say the least and they do a bit of catching up because they need it

and then the conversation turns more serious, and the Ragnvindir brings up a third thing that Venti needs to hold onto- his humanity.

See, in the early years, just desperate to get a foothold on the world, Venti's first number of targets were just indiscriminately going after those he knew to be weaker than him, and the Ragnvindir points this out, saying that while it's not necessarily bad, if he keeps doing it, it won't be long until he causes his and, by extent, Mondstadt's legacy to be tainted by a reputation for slaughter, no better than any of the other bloodthirsty gods that frequented the war's fields. "Think of what the bard would do, we were both close enough to do that much"

And Venti becomes yet more caged, but recognizes that he's right, and this is another turning point, that in the coming years would keep Venti from losing himself.

also- Gunnhildr, Venti having told her about the Ragnvindir's concerns that he now shared, probably organized some kind of event (not unlike the right of part, but also, yes unlike it) that was deliberately intended and designs to serve as an excuse that Venti could chose to take to visit Mondstadt, something she know he desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't allow himself for fear of putting them in danger. But if she made it an official celebration, then it would give Venti the opportunity to visit his people again, under the guise of it being a responsibility, not having to deal with the moral implications of doing so at a time when he was already dealing with enough of those already.

Also on his travels, the Ragnvindir probably started and spread a number of rumors that could end up working in Venti's favor, not that anyone ever knew it was him of course.

basically Gunnhildr protected the people of Mondstadt and did all she could to keep everyone in as high spirits as possible, Venti included.

And as for the Ragnvindir, he took a more realistic approach, traveling and getting venti followers in far places, spreading false information about him, and just overall making sure that Venti didn't do things he'd regret.

And when they died, Venti would carry their legacy with him as well, not losing his humanity to the tide of war as he very nearly had(though he still often came close), and trying to spreading high spirits where ever he could without fail.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin impact headcanons #genshin theory #genshin headcanons #archon war era venti #genshin barbatos #genshin decarabian #nameless bard #genshin ragnvindir #genshin gunnhildr #genshin lore #genshin spoilers #spoilers #angst #venti angst #archon war #old mondstadt

[hiccanna-tidbits]

this is a genuine, curious question! what's appealing 2 u about jackunzel :^] ??

Sure, I can talk about why I ship Jackunzel!!!

@gryffindorkxdraws has some posts about why she likes Jackunzel here, here, and here, so those are a pretty good rundown of reasons to supplement mine. But I’ll make a list of my own!

Why Jackunzel Owns My Entire Soul: An Essay in Disorganized Bullet Points ~I dig the sun/moon symbolism! Like Jack was chosen by the moon and Rapunzel has the powers of the sun. It’s such a nice contrast, and it also lends itself really well to star-crossed lover-type fantasy/fairy tale AUs (which I am ALWAYS a sucker for!) ~From what little we know about Jack’s preference in girls (i.e. the slight crush he seemed to have on Tooth), Rapunzel seems like EXACTLY his type--bubbly, energetic, optimistic girls with a bit of a maternal streak. I think even the RotG director confirmed Punz is the kind of girl Jack would like! ~Jack also absolutely seems like Punzel’s type--if Flynn/Eugene is anything to go by, she’s kind of into sarcastic troublemakers with a hidden soft side XD And she also seems to like guys who are good with kids, if Eugene reading “The Adventures of Flynnigan Rider” to the younger kids at the orphanage is anything to go by! ~They both seem to be naturally pretty social people who suffered a lot from being isolated for a really long time--Jack had it worse, obviously (300 years--OUCH), but it was rough on Punz as well, growing up for 18 years with no one for company but Mother Gothel and Pascal. Jack, spending all that time with no one able to see him and only the guardians (who weren’t even really his friends from much of that time) for company, would understand that pain a lot. I feel like they’d be able to connect on a really deep and intimate level about the pain they felt at being isolated for so long, and this would give them a really strong bond that I can easily see turning into something romantic. ~They’re both just such genuinely lively and fun-loving people, and I can imagine them having a ton of fun together and just genuinely really enjoying spending time together. Like imagine the snowball fights!!! The ice-skating!!! The sledding!!! Chasing each other through the forest!!! Jack grabbing onto Punz and her wrapping her hair around a tree and swinging them around Tarzan-style!!! Like literally the entire scene where Punzel leaves her tower for the first time and is goofing off and doing Silly Shit for like an hour straight??? Like man...if Jack was there, they’d have the TIME OF THEIR LIVES together. Idk I just really love couples who I think would have a lot of fun together, it’s so pure <3 ~They’re both so loving!!! Like Rapunzel goes out of her way to be supportive to an entire tavernful of terrifying “ruffians and thugs” because they have dreams, and she’s so sweet to Flynn/Eugene no matter how many times he snarks at her and tries to alienate her!!! And Jack loves loves LOVES entertaining kids, and it genuinely makes him so happy to give them snow days :3 I just feel like they’d shower each other with love, and it’s honestly no less than they both deserve!!! ~Rapunzel especially is such an affectionate person, and I can see her doing just absolutely everything in her power to make Jack feel as seen and as loved as possible after 300 years of being alone. And god, does he NEED it, too. Like no way is this boy NOT touch-starved, and with some MAJOR self-esteem issues (although he’s good at hiding them). Rapunzel would do absolutely everything in her power to build him up and make him feel wanted and validated--and since it’s in her nature to do so, it would never feel like a burden or an effort for her. And she’d love him so much that hyping him up just comes naturally! She’s just got the kind of nurturing personality that someone as affection-starved as Jack really needs, and I think she could help him feel safe, comfortable, and loved in a way a lot of people couldn’t. ~For all the fun they’d have together, I also feel like Jack needs someone to ground him a bit and provide the Brain Cell to perhaps reign in that Unchecked Chaotic Energy of his sometimes XD Rapunzel certainly has a smart and rational side--I mean, she charted STARS as a teenager!!! She figured out how to get this stranger she captured to take her into the kingdom to see the lanterns!!! Girl can be spontaneous and goofy, sure, but she’s got smarts and kind of a mature streak that I think mesh with Jack really well. He’d never feel like she was a wet blanket stifling his fun, but she’d also have a sense of when to transition away from goofing off and focus on responsibilities (princess and guardian responsibilities in this case, I suppose?) ~On the flipside, I don’t see Rapunzel as being someone annoyed or irritated by Jack’s antics. She might like...gently scold him if he takes a prank too far, but she never finds his shenanigans to be grating and tiresome the way other people might. Rather, I think she’d be endlessly entertained by him. Like in his memory reel when he’s dicking around pretending to be a deer, she’d get a kick out of that! Jack would always be trying to make her laugh and make her smile, and Punz would love that so much about him! ~They’re both searching for a deeper meaning and a deeper sense of purpose in their lives. Rapunzel entertains herself with hobbies, but doesn’t feel like her life has really “begun” and is desperate to find out if her hunch is right and the floating lights really ARE meant for her. Jack has no idea why he was chosen by the moon or what he’s meant to do, and he’s determined to find out so he can finally have a sense of purpose. Rapunzel clearly wants a sense of purpose too, since she wants to do more with her life than pass the time with hobbies. I can definitely see them bonding over this! ~They’re both just so adventurous, and love to explore! Rapunzel is curious, and loves to read and learn, and she wants more than anything else to see the world and all it has to offer. Jack loves adventuring and flying around the globe spreading winter and fun, and he could show Punz everything she ever wanted to see. A perfect match, honestly! ~Aesthetically I LOVE the similarities!!! Like they both like to go barefoot, kinda showing their free-spirited natures. And I love how they’re both naturally brunette, but had their hair turned a different color by magic. It’s a little thing, but I think it’s a really neat parallel and it helps cement me thinking they really ARE perfect for each other in every little way! Haha XD AND they both have small green companions, and as of Ralph Breaks The Internet, they’re hoodie buddies as well!!! Not that surface-level parallels like that are actually that significant BUT I just think they’re neat XD ~While I am fond of Flynnzel/Eugenzel (still my favorite canon Disney couple!), finding out their age gap is around 8 years admittedly made me a bit uncomfy and just pushed me further into loving Jackunzel as an alternative option. I still really love Eugene as a character and adore his and Punzel’s dynamic, but these days I prefer their relationship as more of a big bro/little sis type thing. Jack I think is the best match for Rapunzel romantically, and Eugene I prefer with Elsa--or poooossibly Tooth, Astrid, or Zarina, if I read a fic that sells the pairing well enough! ~On a related note, I was into Jack x Tooth the first time I watched RotG, but after discovering Jackunzel, there was no going back--I was hooked! Rewatching the movie, Tooth strikes me more as a mom figure/”fun aunt” for Jack, and I actually prefer her with Bunnymund (I am WEAK for “the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one” lmao)

Well, I think that just about covers it!!! I’ll add more reasons if I think of them! Thank you for the ask, and I’m always happy to answer more ship asks about CGI crossover pairings :3

Also @ the anon who asked for Jackunzel headcanons--fear not, I shall provide them!!! I just wanna make a complete list and accumulate all the ones from my various fics so it’s gonna take a while XD

#jackunzel #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #jack frost #rapunzel #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #rise of the guardians #tangled #crossover #my askbox

[innocentbi-stander]

Yet another au that’s been rolling around my head for a while that ended up turning into a little something more. A continuation of my non-human jaskier headcanons, featuring a jaskier who somehow managed to acquire magic post-mountain. 

Enjoy!

acquired magic Jaskier au:

He was a completely normal human up until he and Geralt separated after the mountain

While he was traveling on his own Jaskier was attacked by bandits and critically injured, left to die in the woods

Right before he was about to bleed out, an old witch stumbled upon him in the woods 

She took him back with her to her cottage and healed him

Jaskier was very very very confused when he woke up in bed in yet another unfamiliar face

He was even less enthused when he discovered he had woken up with yet another witch in his general vicinity (he had had enough 0f witches for a LIFETIME)

The bard had a few frantic minutes where he tried to plan his escape, most of that plan included him just screaming and running away as fast as he could

Jaskier was shocked then when the witch introduced herself as Elena, a witch who had lived in the forest alone for decades often helping local villagers and wounded travelers

She tells him how she had stumbled upon him in the woods and seen how gravely injured he was

Elena had not brought anyone back to her home in years, but she had sensed something in him and knew she had to bring him with her

They talk for hours over tea after Elena changes his bandages, and Elena is quickly charmed by Jaskier

The bard finds himself spilling out secrets and feelings he had never planned on sharing with anyone, about his awful family, his unrequited love for Geralt, Yennefer, and what happened on the mountain

Elena comforts Jaskier and feels a fierce protectiveness for the bard that astounds her

The witch can tell her magic has made a special bond to the bard

Jaskier enjoys Elena’s company so much that he stays with her at the cottage long after he is healed

She teaches him everything there is to know about healing, about witchcraft and potion making, about the herbs to gather, and all the flowers in the forest

Elena lets Jaskier pour over her old spellbooks, finding his fascination and curiosity with old magic hopelessly endearing

Jaskier finds a parental figure in Elena that he never had with anyone else

One day Elena tells him of a ritual she had been researching for ages, where a magic user could divert part of their magic to another person

She tells him that she has come to view him as her own child, and it is very important that he has some way to project himself other than his daggers (also the immortality would be an exceptional bonus)

Jaskier agrees, and on the next full moon they execute the ritual

The bard collapses, and sleeps for two weeks, and when he awakens he is overjoyed to find the ritual has worked

Cue immeasurable shenanigans with magic user Jaskier, because the bard is competent but also crazy, and does not understand how to reign in the great power he has suddenly been granted

He sneezes and an entire field of buttercups and dandelions grow

Jaskier gets too excited and everything in the cottage flies into the air

Sometimes when he laughs too hard the colors of his doublet change

Once when he was angry at a traveler who spit at Elena’s feet a chasm opened up in the middle of the road and almost swallowed the man whole

It takes months of hard work with Elena, but Jaskier finally begins to get a better grasp of his powers

It is at this time that he begins to hear word of Nilfgaard moving farther and farther north

Jaskier also hears whispers of soldiers searching for the Lion Cub of Cintra, a Witcher, and a purple eyed witch. He is even more surprised when there is also mention of the witcher’s bard

The next time he goes into down for supplies for him and Elena, he hears word of a white haired witcher who passed through asking for word of a bard

Jaskier knows then what he has to do

Nilfgaard is after him as well, and if they are after him Elena is at risk, and he can’t stand his dear friend getting hurt

Also, for some reason Geralt is searching for him as well instead of getting the hell away from Nilfgaard and knowing the witcher’s stubbornness, he won’t stop until he is found

He packs a bag and says his goodbyes to Elena, promising to come back as soon as possible and making her promise to stay safe

Jaskier spends a week tracking down Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri, who have thankfully moved further north

The bard is so close to the trio, only a half mile away, he can sense it, when he is attacked by two griffins protecting a nearby nest

The Jaskier of before the mountain would probably have been a dead man, he would have screamed and tried to run away

The Jaskier of now is different, he is powerful, he has learned to defend himself and he does it with fierceness and grace

The bard sets his shoulders, and turns a steady gaze towards the shrieking set of griffins

He takes a deep breath and cracks his knuckles

The power is building up inside his chest and he takes the lessons he has learned from Elena is these past few months and puts them to good use, letting the power flow through his chest, down his arms, and twist around his fingers 

Taking down the griffins is effortless, swift and strong, and when he is finished there is only a heap of feathers on the forest floor

Behind him a small gasp sounds out, and Jaskier whips his head around to see three figures standing in shock several meters away

The gasp clearly came from Ciri, small and blond and smudged with dirt from the road

Geralt stands beside her, his hand halfway through pulling out his sword and stuck in place where he had clearly begun to go and assist Jaskier. His face is furrowed in deep confusion and Jaskier barely keeps himself from laughing at the befuddled look

Yennefer is calculating, staring at the bard as if she had never seen him before, even as a smirk starts to overtake her face

Staring at the three of them Jaskier resists the urge to freeze in place, he is a performer, the least he could do is keep up an act on nonchalance

He forces himself to relax his body, fulling turning around and wiping pretend dirt from his hands 

The bard knows he looks immaculate in a sapphire blue doublet, not a hair out of place

He forces a smile on his face as he raises a hand in greeting

“Hello! I heard you were looking for me, thought I’d make it a bit easier but things never go without error” He waves dismissively at the pile of feathers behind him, “but as you can see, I took care of it!” 

Jaskier can practically see a vein threatening to burst through Geralt’s forehead as he struggles to reconcile the image of Jaskier the helpness bard with the Jaskier who just took down two griffins with a powerful display of magic

He opens and closes his mouth several times, and Jaskier takes a moment to ruminate on how much he looks like a fish

Eventually Geralt wins the battle with words, but it's clearly not a very glorious victory because all that comes out of his mouth is “How?”

Jaskier beams. He knows there is much to be said between them, words to spoken, an apology to be delivered, boundaries to be set, but right now he is just so happy to be back with his witcher that he places that all temporarily behind him

“Magic of course, Geralt, though that is a very long story that we should maybe cover elsewhere because I’m not sure if you heard, but the entirety of Nilfgaard seems to be after our heads. We don’t have the luxury to dawdle”

Jaskier scoops up his pack and his lute and strolls forward

When he comes to a stop Yennfer meets his eyes, a mischievous glint growing back the second

“So you have magic now?” she asks, as though the answer isn’t obvious

Jaskier plays along though, taking a second to look at his surroundings 

“It appears so.” he responds gravely

They stare at each other in silence for a moment before breaking into small smiles

Jaskier doesn’t quite understand the weird comradery he can feel starting to build between them, but something deep inside him tells him that it isn’t a bad thing. It feels like something very, very good.

With a wave of her hand Yennefer summons a portal, “Shall we?”

In a move that shocks the bard, Yennefer holds out her arm, and Jaskier sees it for what it is. A truce, a tentative extension of friendship, an acknowledgement of their combined destinies with the witcher and his child surprise

Everything is not perfect. There is an entire army after them, there is unresolved feelings, a reluctant love triangle, many due apologies, and the matter of Jaskier’s newly acquired abilities to be discussed, but that all seems like problems for future selves to solve

Right now, Jaskier simply takes the witch’s arm and steps through the portal towards something new.

#the witcher #witcher #the witcher geralt #the witcher ciri #the witcher yennefer #the witcher jaskier #witcher ciri #witcher geralt #witcher jaskier #witcher yennefer #Jaskier #Geralt #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #ciri #yennefer #Yennefer of Vengerberg #bamf jaskier #powerful jaskier #feral jaskier #he was already feral #but now he can back that up with magic #he also meets a super friendly forest witch #non-human jaskier #witcher headcanon #geraskier #immortal jaskier #elf jaskier #fae jaskier #geraskier headcanon

[fallenrepublick]

Okay so I’m a new follower and I’ve been absolutely eating up your work I love it so much!! I couldn’t find where requests were open or not, if they’re closed just ignore this and have a wonderful day🥰🥰 if they’re open tho can I request some headcanons as to how Savage and Maul would react to someone kidnapping their child for ransom or to just enact revenge? Cause I feel like it’s one thing to go after s/o or to them directly, but to threaten their bloodline??? Ohoho angst ensues!

Ooo welcome in!! So nice to have ya!! And requests are ~constantly open~ because we have lengthy discussions and continuations of things going on here so I just do not regulate a single thing ever so YAY

But this idea, mate, oh no

Now, it's not like the Hutts had no reason to take Maul's child. He did, after all, kill one of their own, after extensively threatening the whole family. Control of the galaxy is frequently sought after, and Maul's existence directly threatens the Hutt's own power. And so, the young child is taken by a hired bounty hunter to Jabba's palace, and a call is made to her father.

The threat is made: reign in your territory and she will be returned, refuse or make a move against them and the girl will be put to work.

And Maul heard the terms. He did. But to allow either is to lose, and he does not lose. He rushes, gathers a squadron large enough to dismantle an entire planet, doesn't stop, doesn't think. No, his child, his most precious baby is in danger, and by the gods he will not let them do this to her, will not let her spend even a single more moment in fear. She doesn't deserve it.

There's really no stealth involved, no chance for discussion, they raid the building with little thought, the mandalorians tasked with simply taking out as many people as physically possible, as Maul searches for his child. It's by sheer dumb luck that he notices her, being carried away by the bounty hunter with her mouth bound to keep her silent. No rage, terror, horror could possibly compare to what he felt when he caught sight of it, when he lunged forward and attacked the hunter with everything he had in him.

She was safe... but only barely. How could he let this happen? He asks how he could be so stupid as he holds her tightly, curled into his arms, tiny hands clinging to his shirt while he whispers promises that she's safe, that there's nothing more to worry about. He could have lost her, could have been too late to find her. He swears, so long as he lives, nothing shall ever happen to her again.

No one's exactly surprised that Ventress would go after Savage's child once she discovers her existence. But it's not like that fact makes Savage any less angry.

Here, the deal is simple: meet at these coordinates, or the kid dies. The holo-message is clear, the child's face fearful as the saber hilt is all but pressed against her temple. Is it a bluff? Possibly, but Savage is not going to wait around to find out.

He isn't one to bring an army, only himself. That's all he needs. He powers through guards, saber cutting through those she hides behind despite her challenge.

His anger is only fueled when she refuses to return his child until the duel has been finished. His strikes are filled with roars of anger, the thought of his only child being harmed like he was, of losing her to the same person who'd taken everything else.

Yes, in the end, she's fended off, perhaps with a bit of help from Maul, but Savage's entire life has been rocked.

Yet again, his power has come into question, at the risk of his child no less. She trusts him with her life, every single day, and he has failed to keep her safe, to be for her the parent and protector she needs. In the following days, he keeps constant track of her, ensuring she's nearby, urging that she not stray too far. He has lost so much of his family already, for it to happen again would destroy him.

#kidtalk #Savage's little bumblebee doesn't deserve this shit-

[socialmxsfit]

KAMENASHI KAZUYA + NONBINARY + HE/THEY ⸻ COMBAT BOOTS SPRAY PAINTED IN FLUORESCENT COLORS, BLOOD SEEPING FROM A WOUND THAT NEVER HEALED PROPERLY, WITHERED FLOWERS ROTTING AWAY IN EMPTY WINE BOTTLES — the previous are indications of an individual wearing a BLACK KITSUNE MASK PAINTED IN NEON COLORS roaming in the city. though sightings of HARUKI SAITO, the THIRTY-ONE year old looking HYBRID, have been scarcely reported in the underground. rumors of their PLAYFUL + STREET SMART demeanor aren’t to be undermined, since admonitions would warn against their RECKLESS + SARCASTIC nature. as our records indicate, they are a part of the GOURMET faction within the ghoul societies. there is no doubt their reputation precedes them as THE TRICKSTER

Character Chart Character’s full name: Haruki Saito Birthdate: November 23rd Species: bitten ghoul Occupation: “errand boy” for the Gourmet Affiliation: The Gourmet

Physical appearance Age: thirty-one Height: 5’11 (182cm) Distinguishing marks: two smaller tattoos: a waning moon on the ring finger of his left hand and a little throwing knife on his right hand, between his thumb and pointing finger Usual fashion of dress: practical and comfortable, in all black, combat boots, torn jeans & oversized hoodies, with an occasional chain and stain of fluorescent paint here and there, messy hair kept in place with the help of colorful beanies Jewelry or accessories: colorful sunglasses, beanies, a few chains and fingerless gloves Ghoul mask: a black kitsune mask handpainted by him in fluorescent colors Kagune: a single ukaku, resembling the wing of a raven

Personality Good personality traits: playful, street smart, persuasive, adaptable, witty Bad personality traits: sarcastic, reckless, unpredictable, destructive, apathetic

Habits Hobbies: destroying public property, bar hopping Spending habits: excessive Smokes: an awful lot Drinks: frequently

Traits Optimist or pessimist?: nihilist Introvert or extrovert?: ambivert Daredevil or cautious?: daredevil Logical or emotional?: logical Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: methodical but messy Prefers working or relaxing?: relaxing Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: overconfident

Biography

Haruki always stood out among his family like a sore thumb; he was an unplanned child, by far the youngest among the four children of his family, which put a distance between him and his siblings from the beginning. Their parents, a struggling lower class couple, put too much focus on their jobs and too little of it to the family, leaving the kids to fend for themselves, hence why Haru effectively raised himself... and no one would say that he did a really great job.

He’s always been a slightly twisted child, driven by almost morbid curiosity; while other kids played with toys, he pulled apart his surroundings to bits and pieces, trying to understand how the world worked. He drew his first blood by the time he was eleven, with a butterfly knife he stole from his older brother’s room, and felt no remorse after, no matter how much he was shunned about it. He kept the knife after; it’s with him to this day.

He was definitely a problem child; he longed for a different life, and no matter the cost he wanted to build it for himself. It started with small lies and petty crimes, but soon enough he was wiggling his way into the upper classes and their lavish parties, wooing the wives bored with their current lives. That’s how he met Nadiya, the owner of one of the city’s most prominent restaurants; he worked as a bartender at one of her fancy parties, then another time at her private get-together... And the rest is history.

It definitely wasn’t a healthy relationship; she had him wrapped around her fingers, coaxing him with promises about a life that he longed for, silencing his doubts with expensive gifts and charming words that he easily fell for. This naivety cost him a lot later, when she decided that she needed her plaything bound to her in some way and turned him on his 20th birthday.

That was a rude awakening for him; he never wanted a life like this, and for the longest time he felt really disgusted with what he became. She never made an attempt to help him overcome these issues; as soon as she deemed him ready to manage on his own, she moved on to someone else, and then someone else again.

In some twisted way he’s still attached to her; he used to love her and these feelings never disappeared, only got tainted with blind rage and hatred, and the burning need to draw her blood, let it wash over his ice-cold hands... One day he’ll rip her heart out with his bare hands. Gods be damned if he wouldn’t.

Although he never really fit in with The Gourmet, being way too loud and obnoxious compared to them, he made himself a name among them; he prides himself on being quick and efficient with handling various matters, so while he can’t really be categorized into either of the ranks, they still keep him around for some reason. He sometimes wonders if he’d be better off somewhere else, but never really does anything to move on, go find something better.

He grew into a comfortable routine, having gotten free reign over his life; yet he always pushes the boundaries, wrecking havoc along the way. He hasn’t decided yet if it’s a masterfully crafted plan or just wrecking havoc for the fun of it. Not that he cares; what shall happen, will happen sooner or later anyway, so why fight it? Not that it matters, anyway.

Headcanons

He’s definitely someone that one would call ‘jack of all trades, master of none’; he could fix a car, cook a decent dinner (by human standards at least), do your interior design... but he’s also fairly efficient when it comes to cleaning up evidence and hunting down people, so if you’re looking for a fairly cheap helper to do your dirty jobs, he’s your man.

Initially he tried to, but lately he’s given up on trying to fit in with the regular humans of Nadiris; most of them believe anyway that he’s just really eccentric and obnoxious, not straight up unhinged as he claims to be.

And yes, he does own 137 throwing knives.

template: lifetime by thalsrph (x)

#☽ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 ☾ 「 INTRO. 」

[camelottree638]

Rafa Remembers / Shall We Dance

Thank you SO MUCH @lieutenant-amuel for suggesting the base of Mateo turning around. After about a week of masking and a sometimes frustrating Saturday one-nighter of organizing and smoothing all the layers (for this manip) I am so proud of the new Eleteo dancing scene (0:18-0:22)!

And the reactions of Mateo to Rafa and Victor's dance is a new head swap experience with the new robe.

The video was inspired by two prompts of Ship Appreciation Week: Meeting/Farewell and Dancing.

Concerning my headcanons: Tulio (Rafa’s first husband) and Bernardo (Diego’s best friend) are lookalikes but not related. I had decided for Tulio’s casting long before Diego’s Elena-crossover-storyline was on my mind and Bernardo definitely IS one of Diego’s close friend group who is always there in the original Zorro series.

Plot:

The Coronation party is at full swing and Rafa proudly watches her newly promoted son dance with the queen after their talk on the balcony. She even dances with her son, to his embarrassment and Victor and Carla's amusement.

All the dancing reminds her of the Sweethearts Day misadventure when everyone was cursed to sing and dance. It was her first Sweethearts Day without Mateo, which made her miss her dead husband Tulio even more, the magic causing jer to sing a dramatic aria about her grief.

Tulio loved to give her flowers in secret on that day, back when festivals were banned under Shuriki's reign. Music and dancing was his way of communicating when he was not using sign language. Eventually he was murdered by Shuriki for organizing a revolt against the tyrannical Queen and Rafa saw him in prison one last time.

Victor pulls Rafa out of her reminiscing. The former Malvago was once close to Shuriki but turned over a new leaf and has been living under Raga's watchful eye for the last two weeks. They have slowly become unlikely friends and Victor shares that he knows how it is to raise a child on his own. Ash was gone on her quest for power for years and mistreated and abandoned him after her return.

Both Rafa and Victor are ready to say farewell to the past and have a second first meeting and a new chance at romance on the dancefloor. Much to Carla's delight and Mateo's ambivalent feeling, though he is ultimately happy for his mother.

#rafictor #eleteo #dancing #farewell #meeting #ship appreciation week #shall we dance #tulio #rafa remembers #camelot836 #my video

[ben-the-hyena]

Headcanons about Gelfling rulers crowns

Head circlets are the most important feature of the princes and princesses, male or female alike, of the All Maudra court. They have to wear it on any official meeting, more than any special dress of anything. Clothes can be different but not them. They indicate to others you are the children of the All Maudra, and symobilically wear your royal blood on your head the same way she wears it hers as her crown

They don’t have to wear it all the time, it is necessary for official ceremonies like the Tithe only. Tavra usually doidn’t wear it but did for it, and from the way she wears it (not on here forehead but like a handband) you can see that either she was in such a rush she didn’t bother or doesn’t truely care for it ; I would say doesn’t care since then she seems to forget she wore it and kept it a little while. Seladon and Brea wore it all the time because the former was so up to the rules she didn’t want to remove her royal symbol and only had that role to define her back then so she didn’t feel like removing the only thing she thought to be her identity, and the latter found herself cute in it and also feared to forget it when she would need it ; not wearing it on official royal ceremonies is almost a diplomatic outrage, or at least until the Resistance when Gelflings had better things to do and better wear helmets for fighting instead

Also I don’t know if you noticed, but Tavra’s and Brea’s circlets are golden while Seladon’s is silvery

This doesn’t have to do with fashion choices like how their dresses are different from each other. The oldest daughter and heir to the throne must wear a silver circlet while all the other children must wear a gold circlet. Gold is more precious than silver, but the All Maudra crown is made of Silver, platinum and iron. So to indicate to others that one day she shall wear that one crown, the future All Maudra must wear a circlet that has a similar color

After the death of the last All Maudra and when the reign of Jen and Kira the first Gelfling Lords of the Crystal began, where ruler can be male or female, the tradition remained except this time the eldest child wore the silver circlet and not just the eldest daughter. Since Lords of the Crystal can not just be Vapran and thus don’t necessarily have Vapran or at least big horizontal ears, circlets will be made to adapt the prince’s or princess’s ear placement. So either a traditional circlet circling around the ears like it always was witht the All Maudra chilren, or a simple circlet if the ears are on top of the Gelfling’s head, or are too small and thus would be hidden/uncomfortable/look unaesthetic with the circling? like Kira’s

(That pic is a bad example I don't know why her ears grew here lmao age ?)

Speaking of Kira, however, even if she never were in the court as a princess but directly as the Lady of the Crystal, still wore her silver circlet daily instead of being bare-headed like before, like a heir and not a ruler (Jen and Kira being used not to wear crowns all their life, they wear theirs only on official ceremonies ; Kira wore a crown made of the remaining bits of the All Maudra crown since those are her origins ; and after the double reigns of Kensho and Jara and later Kensho and Olira, the 2 crowns would be fused into one for the sole ruler)

She would wear it not as an official attire but an everyday accessory, using her actual crown for official things only, because even if she always loved her peasant place, she always regretted never knowing her mother and bioliogical family, and wearing that symbol ever since she learnt about it made her feel like home. She only removed it when taking a bath or going to bed, but definitively took it off when she and Jen abdicated in the end of PotDC (canon version and fanon rewriting alike)

I don’t know anything for the “lesser” Maudras’ courts yet however

#gif #crown #head circlet #gelfling #all maudra #prince #princess #the dark crystal #moi #symbol #parents and children #siblings #tavra #seladon #brea #jen #kira #clothes #gifs by cenobIte and turtleemojis

[celestialholz]

You know how Q mentioned Picarad to Janeway and Sisko. I headcanon he also does this to various others he meets from time to time. There are entire civilzations that have figured out that they can get their God of Chaos to stop tormenting them by indulging and ecouraging his rants about Picard until he forgets why is there in the first place.

*laughs for five straight minutes* Brilliant. Take this mad thing with my pleasure! ^_^

The myths of Zenda VII have long since spoken of the ultimate threat; the malevolent deity, murmured in the dead of night’s campfire tales, the unwilling witnesses of stars and firelight alone only emphasising the terror scattered through generations of their people.

“They’ll come in broad daylight,” the grandmother whispers to her rapt charges around the flaming pit, tone solemn, eyes as round and wide as the third moon. “Chaos incarnate, wiles absolute, the Ultimate One; elaborately clothed, no need for the cover of midnight; torment shall reign for cycles on end, and when they eventually recede… all of our souls will have been reaped, harvested to appease the whims of the grand sky gods. We shall be shells alone.”

It’s a tale as old as time, always recited with identical reverence, a fear befitting of the inevitable but nevertheless terrifying, children left to scatter, bawling, back to their huts, the grimace of the elders and the chief all the remains beside the fire to see them all off into uneasy dreams.

There have been counterarguments occasionally, heated mutterings among the people at village meetings; “They’ll have mercy, surely? We’re just farmers, living off the land - peaceful, loving!”

The only response is a grim silence, and it settles deep in the heart of their every chief through the centuries, the thought that perhaps, one day, they’ll have to be the one to bear the brunt of such horror.

… It’s curious then, the day they do show up; it’s exactly as the legend states, after all, exuberant robes and all, appearance immediately threatening by the diamond of pure brilliance that accompanies it. They’re in the village square, glancing round, humanoid features creased with bemusement at the screaming, fleeing community around them.

“Oh gods, Shazem, it’s them!” Comes the petrified hiss of the chief’s life-mate, an unassuming and terrified female.

“I… yes,” the chief replies, and though terror fills every inch of her soul, she stares unblinkingly outwards from her grand hut’s window, natural flippancy rising from the ashes. “I was expecting them to be a little more… you know.”

“What on Zenda are you saying?! They will raze our people to the ground! Did you not just see their appearance?!”

“Bit difficult to miss,” the chief answers thinly. “I… I’ve just been under the distinct impression that they’d be a bit more… intimidating, but legends do not lie, my darling. Stay here, won’t you?”

“It will make no difference, Shaz -”

“It may, for a while at least.” She kisses her soundly, swallows, and leaves, shadowed briefly by the walk past several neighbouring huts.

“Seriously, have I missed the memo?” The being calls dryly at the sprinting natives, the cries of horror that ring across the village, the doors being carelessly slammed as they dive for shelter. “Why are you all running? Admittedly can’t imagine you’ve all seen much in the way of teleportation, I could have been a touch more subtle, but -”

“You are the Ultimate One.” Her voice remains admirably level as it rings across the square, tremble barely visible in her legs. “My people fear you as the one that will destroy us all.”

The being spins, eyes alight with bewilderment.

“… Do they?” They ask in intrigue, before they sigh theatrically, turning a glare skywards. “And which of you thought this was a hilarious idea? Do speak up!”

Something distinctly uneasy shifts through her for a long moment as the being curls lips, seemingly having received their answer from a higher plane.

“… Lovely,” they snap. “I’ll deal with you later, kid.”

A cool look is directed suddenly at her, lips pursed. “So, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?”

The chief swallows subtly, wondering if she can lie to a being of ‘absolute wiles’.

“You are, uhm… you’re supposed to -”

“Oh for the love of -” Their tongue clicks in exasperation. “Telepathic, dear, do try not to lie won’t you?”

Her features fall just slightly, though a brow raises. “Why… why would you need to ask, then?”

“Is it too much to expect a little honesty?” They ask dryly, eyes rolling. “I’m going to be perfectly candid with you at least, sweet mortal - your legends are, to a degree at least, accurate. I am absolutely capable of tearing your precious little village to shreds, half the galactic locality with it in fact, and once upon a time I may very well have done, but -”

Two opulent love-seats appear beside the fireside in a diamond of light, duet of colourful cocktails placed beside a glass mug of something steaming, though the true curiosity is the being that’s also been summoned; clad in deep maroon and utterly bemused, he stares between entity and chief, decidedly irritated by the situation.

“ - I married this guy a few weeks ago, and he’s frustratingly ethical.” They say it with great affection despite the man’s clear annoyance. “Do take a seat, darling. I made tea!”

“Q,” begins the strange visitor furiously, “what in fresh hell -”

“Not in front of the Zendans, Jean-Luc.” They give a conspiratorial wink before glancing at Shazem expectantly. “Are you just going to stand there, my dear? I think you’ll find my campfire tales rather more charming.”

Shazem blinks stupidly as an irate voice washes through her peripheral awareness, muttering angrily foreign terms such as “Prime Directive” and “on the damn bridge!” and “supposed to be chairing a conference between the Talosians and Andorians!” as the other soothingly proclaims that they’ll fix time accordingly, and despite herself, she bursts out laughing, mad, breathless giggles erupting from her.

“They’re fine,” she announces loudly to her village, fear receding in her spirit. “Absolutely fine, my friends! Weird, very weird, but fine!”

“Less of that, thank you!” The being, apparently ‘Q’, responds coolly as the residents slowly peek from their huts, uncertain but trusting; some murmur brief laughs at the bickering couple, others merely stare. “You’re the weird ones, with your linear time and your limited lifespans! And you’ve never so much as heard of a starship -”

“Prime. Damn. Directive!” The one known as Jean-Luc hisses, outraged. “Please accept my apologies for my husband, good stars - apparently a two-month honeymoon wasn’t sufficient -”

“‘Pleasure and action make the hours seem short,’ my darling,” Q points out in fond exasperation, casting a glance at the villagers with a grin. “Anyone for a real legend? Wait until you hear how we met…”

#qcard #the qcard positivity event #well this just took on a damn mind of its own #the celestial hot take: let Q quote Shakespeare

[midzelink]

all right I want to hear your post game headcanons

To start with: this was a response to the tags I made on this post about Zant, so for the sake of keeping this answer not too terribly long, I’ll focus on him.  So!  Post-game headcanons re: Zant.  Let’s dive right in, shall we?

First and foremost, everything I’m about to write depends entirely on a post-game where Zant a) is still alive and b) isn’t totally an asshole, the possibility of which I discussed at length here (which, if you haven’t read yet, I definitely recommend reading before reading the rest of this post).  In summation: Zant was used and manipulated by Ganondorf, but did the right thing in the end, severing his ties with the Demon King so that the latter could die and Hyrule would be saved...maybe for less than right reasons, but it was a good deed nonetheless.

But now let’s look at the post-game: Midna, having broken the Mirror of Twilight and returned to the Twilight Realm, seemingly for good, is now tasked with the tremendous burden of healing the wounds that Zant’s usurping has left on her realm...except Zant isn’t dead, and she catches glimpses of him in her dreams, nightmares, visions.  Though his body was destroyed when Midna attacked him with her fragment of the Fused Shadow, his spirit lived on, and after some Shenanigans™ (that I won’t get into here) he’s able to regain his former self, pledging himself to serve under Midna’s reign to make up for all of the wrongs he’s wrought.  She accepts, in part because she was able to catch a glimpse of his sincerity (those Shenanigans™ I mentioned), in part because of how much her own character has changed since the beginning of the game, and in part because...he’s her little cousin, and the two were incredibly close when they were young.  Who woulda thunk it?

Anyways, fast forward a long-ass time, and Zant has done nothing but prove himself at every turn.  Unfortunately, some real bad stuff starts to go down in the Twilight Realm (more Shenanigans™), and it reaches a point where they quickly begin to realize that unless something is done, no one will be able to live there for much longer.  That’s...obviously bad, but at a loss of what to do and completely out of options, they decide to reach out to Hyrule for help... except the Mirror of Twilight is gone, and only one person has ever been able to successfully travel between the two worlds without the portal that the Mirror created...and that person is Zant.

So, Zant shows up in Hyrule a full ten years after the events of the game, in the middle of a celebration in Hyrule Castle, and everyone is like, “oh, shit, what the f**k,” because this is a man who killed countless people, including the Zora Queen and (in my headcanon) Zelda’s father, King Tyreon.  Of course, nobody is happy to see him - but more Shenanigans™ happen, and to make a long story short, all of the Twili end up returning to live in Hyrule, no longer harmed by the light of day, and, yes, Midna is also there.  Hurrah!

...Only, right after all of this happens - right after he helps save both the Twili and Hyruleans alike - Zant up and disappears.  Because he’s super melodramatic, or something like that.

I want to write up a more detailed post about this in the future, but in short, it is my belief that time actually flows much, much faster in the Twilight Realm than it does in Hyrule; I’ve seen many headcanons about the reverse, but if you pay attention to the way Zelda talks about Zant’s attack on Hyrule Castle and its subsequent fall (as if it was something that happened ages ago), or the fact that the tapestry with the royal family’s crest in her room is so decrepit, it very much seems like the opposite is true.  Basically, what happened a long-ass time ago from Zant’s perspective (i.e. all of the bad shit he did) was only ten short years ago for all of Hyrule, and he rightfully feels like he doesn’t deserve to embrace living in a kingdom he so recently wrought destruction upon.  And Zelda still very much hates the dude, despite her faith in Midna’s word that he’s a different man now, so his misgivings aren’t entirely unfounded.

And yet, despite hating the dude, Zelda is like “hey, babe, you should probably go find your lost cousin or whatever the shit, before he starts killing people again maybe?” and Midna is like, “yeah that’s a pretty solid plan,” and so she sets out on an Epic Quest across Hyrule and beyond to find the dude and forcibly drag him back with her, on the conditions that he 1) live somewhere that Zelda would be able to keep an eye on him, and 2) actually try to learn about life in Hyrule.  This means that he would need to live somewhere in Castle Town, with someone who would be willing to help him acclimate to his new life, and that someone would need to have some kind of relation with the Princess Queen of Hyrule...and...yeah, I know you saw that awful post...do you see where I’m going with this? : o)

Anyways, Shad is the one who ends up overhearing that there is a specific Twili in need of housing (the Resistance members are much more prominent players in my headcanon, and Zelda really appreciates everything they did to help save Hyrule!), and this man jumps at the opportunity because the dude is a scholar, and the Twili are fascinating!  ...That, and no one tells him that this particular Twili was hugely responsible for all of that bad shit that happened ten years ago.  Oof.  

At any rate, it takes quite a while for Zant to adjust even a little bit (and I can totally imagine him eating a hard-boiled egg whole, no f**ks given), but he eventually stops calling Shad “the scholar” and “the purple one” in favor of his actual name, and the two develop this real appreciation for each other (even after Zant tells Shad about his past, which, yeah, is a real damn doozy).  Their greatest shared interest is their love for books (there were never many books in the Twilight Realm; Zant admittedly loves what Hyrule has to offer), and they eventually end up opening Hyrule’s first-ever public library together!  Meanwhile, Ilia and Ashei are big gay married, as well as King Ralis and his childhood friend Colin, and it looks like Zelda and Link both have something they’d like to say to one particular Twili...

#gaybellatrix #twilight princess #zant #legend of zelda #tloz #loz #all of the Shenanigans™ are stuff i actually know #but if i went into full details this post would be so long #plus I hope to write about this stuff someday #so like #spoilers? #idk man : o) #shant #and they were roommates #(oh my god they were roommates) #this post is so stupid #please burn me at the stake #tfw you like midlink and midzel so much that you just make them poly #in my hc zelda and link are basically siblings so it's not a three-way thing #tfw you and your little brother are so similar you both fall in love with the same woman #LMFAOOO OKAY I'M DONE #stupid post tag #shad #bezu #asks #myasks*

[dontbesoweirdkira]

It's how she's able to deal with him (and aizawa) (aizawa reminds her of Bruce and always gives him a smile due to it (or a hug when he allows it, she misses her dad) while yamada reminds her of all the happy ones in the family(he automatically gets a hug) ie dick, Steph, Duke, Harper)

A/N: *MUA* you my friend is just..you are a blessing. THIS EVERYBODY THIS ANON ABOVE ALL. When I see you in the street...it’s on sight with hugs and kisses. 

Literally i hope you don’t mind i made this into headcanons^^ this was such an interesting view on it. Y’know i’ve kinda been thinking of DC and MHA too so i'm convinced you have tElEkiNeSIS tyPE pOwERs

-SO let’s just make up a scenario to make this work shall we?? 

-Well i’d imagine you’d be like the youngest?? Maybe like second to Damian. I don’t know if I can totally just imagine the Batfam just being super soft and always spoiling her because of how young she would be compared to them.

- That’s why when she sees the batfam in Aizawa and Yamada, she’s instantly so affectionate and loving to them. Just out of instinct or more so a sense of familiarity. 

-OMGIHSHB what if one day like Aizawa is wearing a super formal type business suit. Like top of the line, totally only has one of those in his closet and is wearing it for a school event since it’s gonna be public and they must be top tier or something. And literally from a side view he looks like Bruce and she just runs up to him and jump hugs him, thinking that Bruce came to surprise her like ahhhh

-”Bruce you came~~ I missed you so much”

-and Aizawa is just in pure shock like wtf just happened???? Then he realizes what you just said and just is super soft

-”haha y/n tell me, do i look that sharp to be mistaken for my multi-billionaire??”

-He would understand how you missed you dad and just allows you to be in his arms for a bit, even after you apologized. 

-But hugs on the daily for him aren’t really a thing, he’s just not a really affectionate person and it’s nothing personal to be fully honest. He shows his love by the soft smiles or chuckles, or just talking to you sometimes. Even just being near you is his way of spending time. SImilar to Bruce, harper, and Jason.  They all love you lots but they aren’t necessarily fond of hugs and kisses. However you’ll most definitely get one if it looks like you really need it or if they feel up to it.

-For yamada it’s like how when Aizawa and him are together and Yamada is saying something utterly sly or just making stupid puns and Aizawa and just really done with it but still sticks around because he still loves him. 

-Like when this happens you always start laughing and they always get super confused and and ask you why are you laughing so much and it’s always the same answer…

-”yo Miss.America? Why are you laughing so much?”

-”Oh I'm sorry, you just remind me of my older brother and my dad so much. Like this same scenario always happens, Dick is always annoying Bruce and Bruce always has this unbothered facade on and it’s very funny to me.”

-”AWWWW LOOK SLEEPY MAN WE REMIND OUR LITTLE GIRL OF HER REAL FAMILY.ODCJBVKINONJKJeojOJENJONCJO OMG OMG DOES THIS MEAN WERE PRACTICALLY HER JAPANESE PARENTS??? DO WE HAVE UNOFFICIAL CUSTODY?? AIZAWA WE SHOUL-”

“Shut up yamada- however that's cute Y/N.”

- he radiates Dicks chaotic energy it’s so ughhh. 

- Sometimes during lunch you’ll sit with Yamada and play a few games while eating some food. It reminds you of the times in the summer when you sometimes would play board games with Duke while eating some of Alfred's famous sandwiches.

-Of course you’re the reigning champion and always beat both of them at every game you’d play. Both are 100% sore losers

-”Come on Y/N! That’s totally cheating. I’ll go get Bruce if you keep it up”

-”YYYY/NNNN THERE’S NO WAY YOU WON THAT!! I CALL CHEAT CODES. I’LL GET AIZAWA ON YOU.”

-But HUgs yes like everyday when you come into school, you give Yamada the biggest hug everrrrr. It’s so cute like he’s always super happy to see you.He’s ruffle your hair a bit and ask you about your day. It reminds you of Dick, Steph, and Duke. They are always the quickest to greet/play with you. Yamada’s warm child-like demeanor 100% is a carbon-copy of that.

-MIght i add how literally over-protective both parties are over you. Like even though you’d be like 15 given UA is a high school, they still treat you like you’re a lost 9 year old haha. You’re not as much of a fighter as the rest of your siblings, most of them are highly trained and are lethal weapons.  You on the other hand focused on brains-over-brawns. SUper smart and  can make super cool gadgets?? Perhaps?? Anyways they are always on top of you and making sure you’re safe just incase shit hits the fan. 100% all of them will throw hands for you. Blood will be shed in your honor.

-Like the attack on tiTaN sorry my inner weeb just auto corrected

-Like the attack on UA with all the villains, first thing first i’d feel yamada or Aizawa would have made sure you are protected and not in harm's way at all costs. You’re too precious to them. pLUs iF bRuCE fOUnD oUT yoU wErE hURt tHE wAY tHE lAwsUiT woUlD deSTrOy thEIr WHoLE LIFE.

-This ahh the way you made me imagine this whole universe ANoN liKe DamN. seND moRe of This To ME  OKAY liKE my lIfE suPPoRt is BatsIs and MHA at thIS pOint. If i don’t see you in my asks in like 24 hrs then...DUN DUN DUN

#Damian Wayne #DC comics #dc #DC Universe #dcu #Headcanon #headcanons #batfamily #batkids #Batman Robin #batman #robin headcanon #imagines #OneShots #bruce wayne #batbrats #DC Headcanon #bnha #BNHA Headcanons #x reader #mha x reader #mha headcanons #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #anime headcanons #anime #bnha teachers #bnha deku #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi