Obsessed with this motherfucker so im gonna drop a few random headcanons about him
ALL ARE SFW AND JUST SILLY STUFF ☝️ im not used to sharing my headcanons publicly like this hyuck hyuck
there’s very little to go off of from this media since all we really have is a pilot with bare , and i MEAN BARE lore to go off of so a lot of this is really me filling in blanks becus im Insane .
> Nordic bunny’s planet has a robotic look to it, i think that he built it himself out of complete boredom along with its inhabitants (that he probably destroys too, out of boredom….)
> I like to think that his guitar strings function like cat whiskers, they aid him in vision and processing the world around him. They’ve definitely busted a few times during battle, causing him to be disoriented for a bit.
> Hates things that are vaguely shaped like snakes (do NOT BRING A CUCUMBER NEAR THIS MAN)
> purrs….meows…does all those silly cat sounds but they’ve got an electric guitar sound effect
> has retractable claws, they do wonders for a man needs a quick escape route !!!!
> related to the thing above, oh he so absolutely adores scratching things up . has the biggest scratching post ever .
> He’s lonely, not like he intends to be but his personality is offputting to many, one of those people who you have a hard time reading into the things they say because every word that comes out of his mouth always sounds insulting. naturally judgmental, thinks he has a keen eye for fashion despite wearing only undies.
> what is his deal with the undies anyways ? i think he has sensory issues so he wears very minimal clothing thinking he’s serving absolute cunt but no ones ever told him how dorky he looked, and if any of his minions did well…..lets just say They’re no longer with us.
> definitely has a weird way of giving gifts…you know how cats bring you things they’ve hunted? well he’s no different, he wants THAT praise he wants you to tell him how competent he is.
> his tail is an indicator of his mood, follows the same rules of a cat .
LOOK AT HIM. TELL ME THIS ISNT TRUE.
> claims he can’t fucking stand emotional music, but listens to sad 80s rock . but no one will see that, they’ll see him as the dude who’s constantly blasting oldies metal classics .
> I AM A NORDIC BUNNY FANG HAVER TRUTHER . I JUST KNOW HED HAVE A TONGUE PIERCING TOO .
> he’s so reluctant to touch, he never knows if he fully enjoys it or not, you’ll be petting down his back and feel his back quiver almost like it’s trying to avoid your touch but he’s also - purring…he’s a confusing little guy…
> If he ever does manage to form something vaguely friendship like, he’d suck ass at managing the connection, oh you invite him to a party ? he sends you an image of himself stuck in the toilet with a text underneath saying “SOZZ . CANT GO. TOILET TROUBLEZ”
> that being said , not having a lot of experiences with relationships, he’d have an avoidant attachment style, he’d also. subconsciously be as unlikable as possible, he has no clue what defines being cool and likable he’s a little clung onto “be as cool and mysterious as possible”
> says “mrr?” instead of “hm?”
> Oh. in my mind he uses he/she pronouns . finds comfort in expressing femininity .
> I can’t see this guy having a preference for dating… he will take anyone who can break through the massive thick wall he puts up.
THATS ALL FOR NOW UHHH UHHHH
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I saw you reblogged something and tagged it lolex.. Can I prompt some fluff for the two of them?
Anon you are god's strongest soldier for having to wait so long for this. My first idea was trash so I scrapped it, then I had a breakdown, but then sargebon/lolex started exploding in my mind and I have The Thoughts. So here you go some fluff for you
Logan wasn't used to kissing someone taller than him. It gave him a fluttery feeling in his chest when he had to lean up to initiate a kiss. A hot-good flush of embarrassment when Alex teased him and made him get up on his toes to chase his lips.
They're packing up to leave the pub now that the shoot is done. Logan is getting a drink and toasting Bartender George when two fingers tuck into the collar of his Dolphins Christmas sweater. He squeaks as he's pulled up and into the chest of his teammate (and boyfriend officially of two weeks ago). His hand not holding a glass presses tight against the front of Alex's chest, squeezing around a cat head.
"What are you smiling about?" Alex asks, a grin of his own on his face as he outlined Logan's lips with the tip of his tongue. Giggles escape Logan as that bubbly feeling boils over.
"Nothing," Logan says between kisses. "Can't I- Mm, can't I smile when my boyfriend's kissing me?"
Alex hums before finally putting a few inches of distance between their faces. Logan rocks on the edges of his feet, too happy to stay still but not moving out of the boundary of Alex's arms.
"You totally missed the mistletoe, mate," Alex says, nodding up towards the bar overhang above them. Sure enough, there's a small sprig tied above their heads. "I think they were hoping to catch one of us and make us kiss the George cutout."
"Hey, he's your mate." Logan starts to back up, hands held in the air in the universal sign of 'leave me out of this'. Alex shoots love taps on his newly exposed sides and makes Logan curl into himself in self-defense. The blonde can't help but continue to laugh as Alex uses some dirty tricks to get him to uncurl.
"Boys!"
They both look up at the director, Mary Anne, from their bent over positions, Alex nearly on top of Logan. She's giving them a fondly exasperated look and throws her head towards the door.
"You're done for the day and at this rate, you're just gonna be in the way of packing up. Hit the road."
They both straighten and Logan goes to thank her and say his good byes when Alex is grabbing his wrist and tugging him insistently towards the front entrance of the pub.
"Thanks Mary Anne, thanks team, let's try to see each other as little as possible for the rest of the year, yeah?"
Logan laughs at Alex's disproportionate hatred of marketing assignments and lets himself be pulled out of the old pub, shooting a wave and quick shout of 'bye, thank you!' to the rest of the team. When Logan turns back, Alex is already looking at him with mirth and something else in his eyes.
"Hurry up, Loges," Alex complains cheerfully. "Gotta get through the cold as quickly as possible so you can warn me back up again."
Alex winks - badly - and all Logan can do is laugh and follow along.
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