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Playing with some ideas mostly regarding gender/reproduction in RW, and slugcat colonies.
Full transcript under the cut!
Creatures in Rain World are typically simultaneous hermaphrodites but require partners to reproduce, with either individual capable of being a genetic donor or carrier. Alongside what we are familiar with, this has lead to interesting reproductive strategies such as rotating donor/carrier roles, or dual/simultaneous genetic swaps.
Rotating donor/carrier roles - A K-selection reproductive strategy. One partner carries the first child, the other partner carries the next child, and so forth. Allows each partner to recover from the demands of childbearing.
Rain Deer aren't quite monogamous, but they tend to choose the same breeding partner whenever mating season rolls around. They serve as a donor one season, then bear and raise a child the next. Calves are raised away from the rain and worm grass, in places that have less food but more safety. Calf wool is softer, not yet gunked up by the dirty rainfall. Their legs are sturdier as children, allowing them to run for cover while the parent wards off threats.
Dual/simultaneous genetic swap - An r-selection reproductive strategy. Parents fulfill the donor and carrier role for each other. The more children you make, the more likely some are to survive!
Multiple batflies lay thousands of eggs in a single "blue fruit." Several eggs congeal and become nutrient paste for the surviving eggs (and for hungry slugcats). Like some plant seeds, batfly eggs that are consumed before pupating can survive passing through the digestive system. Ew.
Ancients also fell under this umbrella. Their genders (and the genders of iterators by extension, who have no sex anyways) could have been determined by a variety of other factors, such as societal role, donor/carrier preference, or simply different categorizations of personal expression.
It's difficult to say how well their common pronouns would translate to ours, but it seems they can translate to an extent, given what Moon and Pebbles use canonically.
Slugcats, like real slugs, can have children with a partner or self-fertilize. Unlike real slugs, they are often known to adopt.
In the case of self-fertilization: children who are born from one parent may display a large amount of genetic diversity despite the circumstances. Maybe slugcats have some sort of... genetic reservoir independent of their own genetic code?
Slugcats live 20-30 years on average... if they manage to reach adulthood. Their mortality rate is sadly rather high, especially in pups. If they were to develop as a civilization, it's likely their lifespan would increase dramatically.
Slugcats in a colony are more likely to have more children, and to successfully rear those children to adulthood, than those who wander alone or in small groups. The safety and stability of a colony cannot be understated.
Colonies either have a set, cycling migration path, or wander continuously. Survivor and Monk's tree home was a nesting site that their colony frequents about once a year. So it's likely that they'll see their family again!
...also, the strength of large colonies are why scavengers are likely to become the dominant species. In the time of Saint's era, continuous migration has become more of a risk, and it has become more difficult to support large populations. Slugcat populations have shrunk back to the more forgiving equatorial zones.
Saint's tongue is pretty unusual and probably unique to them, or to a small population that they hail from. Fur (of varying thickness) is much more common.
Meanwhile, scavengers are bulkier and covered in thicker insulating fur. They:
have seemingly massive populations
have a burgeoning society (the existence of merchants, tolls, bartering, elites and leaders)
are adept at communicating (non-verbally)
manipulate their environment
can build structures (scavenger-made structures were a scrapped idea from Saint's campaign)
can create complex weapons and tools
may have agriculture behind the scenes (unsure if scout parties prioritize exploration or hunting)
I would wager on scavengers developing more quickly than slugcats, but it would be nice if there was a future where both could co-exist.
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tadpolesonalgae · 2 days
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Punishment for flirting with someone else — Headcanons
a/n: thank you for the request, anon <3
Warnings: smut, overstim w/ Rhys, spanking w/ Cass, edging w/ Az, humiliation w/ Eris, oral w/ Lucien (f receiving)
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Rhysand: flirting to get something from a shopkeeper
You flinch as he again seals his punishing mouth over your cunt, and you squirm on the bed, gasping as you try to pull away.
“Rhys…Rhysie, please,” you pant tearfully, begging as his violet eyes flick up from between your thighs, just as he drags the hardened tip of his tongue over your clit, swirling around the puffy and sensitive part.
You squeal, tears spilling as his teeth nip at that intimate part. “Rhys, I’m sorry,” you beg, but he doesn’t seem to be listening, dipping lower, his tongue prodding at your entrance, feeling as you tighten, cunt fluttering with sensitivity.
“Rhys, please,” you cry softly, tears welling as you feel him already dragging you toward the edge again—an edge you know you won’t survive should he push you over it.
You seemed so happy to forget me earlier, Rhys muses, making you flinch from how he appears in your mind. I can’t have my High Lady forgetting who her mate is.
“I didn’t!” You pant, squirming again as he returns to your clit, suctioning lightly, his forearm pinning your hips to the bed as you try to buck away.
“I just…it was an unfair deal,” you whimper, “I was just—”
Batting your eyelashes and flirting like you don’t have someone who can make you shake from pleasure at your fingertips, he muses, humming onto your heat, and you can feel the smug grin on his soft, cruel mouth.
The orgasm breaks across your skin, tears spilling hotly down your cheeks as your back bows in ecstasy, fingers threading through his thick, blue-black hair as your thighs part, hips winding against his tongue as it rolls over your clit.
Just as quickly as it has hit you, the pleasure crashes into overstimulation, and you cry out as he keeps his mouth sealed over you torturously, suckling, licking, nipping relentlessly, using his strength to force you through it, even as you buck and writhe.
Your legs shake, panting deeply as your eyes squeeze shut, his laugh echoing through your mind as he watches your reactions, drinking them down as eagerly as he does your release, lapping at the wetness that floods his tongue.
That’s better, he chuckles, the sound dripping down your spine, toes curling as your muscles lose their strength, flopping down into the mattress, unable to protest against his merciless ministrations. Are you sorry for forgetting who your pleasure belongs to?
“I’m sorry, Rhys,” you sniffle softly, panting heavily as you tremble on his bed, thighs shaking from where he’s kept them over his broad shoulders. “I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s okay,” he muses lowly, standing, allowing your legs to flop off the edge of the mattress, glancing over your naked form—the wet gleam of your heat, how overstimulated you look. Arousal so palpable in the air he’s unable able to continue as he’d intended.
Violet eyes gleam punishingly, and you whimper, knowing that look all too well.
“Rhys…” you breathe, brows curving as you try to push yourself up his bed, but it only has his lips curving as his deft fingers drop to the ties of his trousers.
“I thought you liked the pleasure I can give you,” he remarks, chuckling lowly.
“It’s too much,” you whimper, shaking your head, body trembling from his attention, legs pressing together, then parting a little when you feel too sensitive to bear any kind of stimulation.
“You know what to do if it really is too much,” he drawls, eyes licking hungrily over your heat, lips gleaming faintly as his tongue laps up the flavour you coated him with. “But you and I both know you enjoy this. Being forced to take more, and more, and more.”
Your skin flushes as he pulls himself free, his thumb swiping over his tip, precum gleaming against his skin, and you tighten around nothing.
“I know you love having the breath fucked from your body,” he growls lowly, settling over you, pinning you to the bed, pressing hotly between your thighs, making you gasp at the sensitivity.
“Just be good and lay still,” he murmurs, relishing in the way your spine arches as he presses his tip to the soft indentation between your thighs. “You’ve got a lot to make up for.”
Cassian: weren’t flirting—he’s just possessive
“What was that, sweetheart?” The General drawls, keeping you pinned down in his lap, his elbow pushing into the top of your spine, his palm splaying out across your lower back. “Want to repeat it?”
“I didn’t do anything!” You snap in frustration. “If you’d get a grip and stop being so possessive, you’d see that.”
You gasp as his palm connects with your hind, shoving you forward in his lap with the force of the impact. Your thighs squeeze together, traitorous heat liquefying as you tighten around nothing. Fucking mating bond, messing you up.
“Wrong answer, sweetheart,” Cassian drawls, withdrawing his arm from your spine in favour of tangling his fist in your hair, pulling you roughly from his lap, forcing you onto hands and knees.
“You know you’ve gotten significantly worse at sharing since that bond clicked, Cass,” you hiss, spine curving, thighs parting a little wider, heat unspooling in your lower belly at the low drag of his laugh, rough and gravelly against your sensitive skin.
“At sharing?” He drawls, tugging lightly on your hair in reprimand. “You’re mine, sweetheart. Utterly and completely. I’m not sharing an inch of you with someone else.”
“I’m allowed to fucking smile at other people, you possessive piece of—” You gasp, his palm smacking down onto the slightly raw skin of your hind, aches of pleasure blossoming in response.
“You did more than smile, sweetheart. Don’t try and deny it,” he growls, landing another stinging spank to your flesh, your eyes heating as you try to press your thighs together.
“So domineering,” you mutter under your breath, “no one likes a jealous partner, Cass.”
He laughs lowly at that, hand releasing your hair to grip your jaw, thick fingers biting into the softness of your cheeks. “I’ll take that to mean you want it harder?” He drawls roughly, digits running up your centre, able to feel as you tighten around nothing, watching how your pupils dilate.
“Do you give your soldiers a smack on the wrist when they disobey you?” You breathe, arousal permeating through the air as you drip onto his fingers, his thumb pressing to your clit.
“I’m not sure you’d like that sort of discipline, sweetheart,” the General drawls, “but I suppose that attitude of yours could use some fixing.”
Your teeth drag over your lip, back curving as you part your thighs, shifting your hips to draw his attention back to you. “I don’t think you could fix it even if you wanted to.”
His lips curve, then he pulls away, and you gasp as he pushes you down into the bed, your ass in the air as his palm draws back, smacking down with enough impact to have you trying to bite at the sheets.
“Shall we put that to the test?” He drawls, thick fingers sliding into your heat, pumping and scissoring, and you flush with how easy it was for him.
“Let’s see how long you can last before that attitude of yours realises where she stands.”
Azriel: flirting to provoke
Your eyes roll, thighs trying to press together as your lips part, hips bucking in attempts to have his fingers inside of you for just a little longer…a little longer, and you’ll…
You cry out when he pulls away, arousal dripping down your thighs, slicking the boards beneath you, arms bound to the table so he can focus on pulling you apart.
“Az…” you whimper, “please…”
He groans lowly from the back of his throat. “Gods, I fucking love it when you beg like that,” he admits, a little breathlessly, cock straining hard against his tightly done-up leathers, and you watch lustfully as he readjusts their tension.
Your lower lip wobbles, thighs beginning to press together, hypersensitive to the cool air now washing against your cunt, how aware you are of your own nakedness.
Azriel growls in warning, palms settling down as he firmly guides them apart again, your hips bucking lightly from how near his fingers are to where you need them.
“Should I chain you up again?” He drawls, and you stop struggling, trying to keep your body still, but it’s difficult when he’s looking at you like that. With those darkened eyes that look like they’d be more than happy to hunt you down beneath a full moon.
“No,” you manage softly, spine curving a little from the rough tone, how it drags over your skin, promising the kind of stimulation you’re craving. Stimulation he knows you’re craving, and denying anyway. “I’ll stay still.”
He quirks a brow, a cocky curve to his lips as he glances down at you, hand raising to your hip bone, tracing down wordlessly, fully aware of how your attention is keyed to his touch, tracking its decline.
You suck in a low breath when his knuckles brush just shy of where you want him.
“Az,” you breathe, “Azzie…”
Tears well behind your eyes, teeth dragging over your lip, muscles tight with the effort to keep still as he teases you further, thumb brushing over your clit, puffy and sore from too much stimulation and not enough relief.
He hums in response, a gleam in his eyes you don’t like one bit, skin prickling as his gaze licks over you.
“Please…” you beg, “it’s been hours.”
He huffs a low laugh, chuckling as he settles between your thighs, war-roughened hands still keeping you spread apart on his table. “You knew what you were getting into. Don’t try and deny it.”
You whine, tensing as he lowers his mouth to your cunt, staring you down as he run his tongue up your centre, lightly circling your clit, shadows creeping up either side your chest to gently brush over your nipples.
Your back bows, wrists remaining fastened to the table no matter how desperately you want to run your fingers through his hair—to grip and guide until you’re releasing on his mouth the way you both enjoy.
“Azriel…” you moan, long and drawn out, low and breathless as he licks over your heat, his deft fingers already poised to push against your entrance, to slide back in with embarrassing ease.
Your eyelids flutter, bowing off the table as they slide in, pumping and curling against spots he knows can make you sob, suckling over your clit to bring you closer to the edge he might not even deliver you to tonight.
Shadows pinch at your nipples, then they’re vacating your chest, making you whine. Until they push up over your jaw, tendrils like fingers gently plying your lips apart, dipping down to push against your tongue.
Your legs start shaking, surprised by how arousing it is, swirling against them, following their movements, as if getting to please them, too.
Azriel’s teeth nip at you, enjoying how you flinch, able to feel how close you are all over again. Even he’s lost count of how many he’s withheld, but both of you know you’re enjoying it.
The orgasm builds to high, gradually crescendoing, and your stomach muscles tighten in preparation to have that pleasure flooding your veins, so, so so sososo close…toes curling, eyes squeezing shut, head tipping back, and…
Hot tears spill over as he pulls away, leaving you wet and needful, hot and messy, dumbly winding your hips as you try to rock yourself over the edge on your own.
“Not yet,” he drawls, stood back to take you in. “You’ve got a long way yet.”
Eris: being a bit too friendly—for the sake of politics
“Want to tell me what that was about, fawn?” He drawls, features neutral but unable to conceal the ire lighting his piercing gaze.
You blink, pausing in the middle of the room, gazing over to where he’s settled, draping himself over one of the plush, large chairs you have by the fireplace. “What what was about?” You ask, tilting your head curiously, glancing to him. A muscle in his jaw ticks, and your brow furrows at his dour mood.
“The Lord.” He mutters lowly, an expression of disgust marring his features. “He practically had his hands all over you.”
You blink, caught off guard by the accusation—you hadn’t thought it would bother him so severely. “Oh, Eris,” you sigh, relieved it’s a solvable issue. “That was nothing, I just thought it would be handy to have him on our side. That’s all it was.”
“You couldn’t have found another way of securing him?” Eris remarks lowly, displeasure dripping from his tone. “It’s unseemly to have my wife throwing herself at every other male she lays eyes on.”
“Eris, I was not throwing myself at him, nor was I flirting with every other male I laid eyes on. You can see the advantages of my actions, can’t you?” You ask, making to walk toward him.
“Stay there,” he orders lowly, causing you to falter. Is he really upset by it? A guilty feeling settles in your gut.
“Since you’re so willing to commit demeaning acts in public, it should be no skin off your back to do so in private,” he drawls, and heat gathers in your lower abdomen as deft fingers drop to the ties in his finely tailored trousers, able to make out the evidence of his gathering arousal.
Your throat rolls, heat flushing your skin. “Well…what do you have in mind?” You ask hesitantly.
“Crawl,” he breathes, flame burning in his amber eyes, having nothing to do with the lit fire. “Crawl over here. On your hands and knees.”
Your lips part, taken aback by the request, averting your gaze. “Are you— I mean…”
“Struggling with something?” He drawls lowly, dangerously. “After that obscene display, I would have thought this would be child’s play.”
Your toes curl in your shoes, already beginning to ache for him all over again. So you meet his gaze, doing nothing to conceal your interest, cautious as it is. “And what will I get in return?” You ask.
It’s Eris’ turn to falter, having not expected the resistance, but then the edges of his lips are quirking faintly, heat intensifying in his already burning gaze. “What could be greater than being in your High Lord’s favour?” He remarks, a note of idleness making its way into his already lazy drawl.
You hum faintly, glancing away with feigned disinterest. “It isn’t very ladylike to crawl across floorboards, High Lord.”
“Then it’s perfect you’ve been anything but tonight,” he muses, and your breath catches as magic pushes roughly behind your legs, forcing you to your knees.
You’re certain arousal will be soaking your underwear by now, already so deep within his thrall as your pulse spikes. Your tongue darts out to swipe over your lower lip, then you’re moving onto your hands and knees, lethargically crawling across the wooden boards to him.
“I only wanted to please you, High Lord,” you murmur, a sultry shift to your honeyed voice, skin prickling beneath your clothes as you make it between his long legs, coming to a stop as you kneel before him, able to make out the prominent evidence of his arousal now.
“Then please me,” he drawls, slightly breathless as he leans back in the chair, attention entirely upon you as you raise up, pulling him free from his trousers, holding his gaze all the while.
“Will this satisfy you, my Lord?” You inquire, hand wrapping around his base as you lean forward, tongue cushioning against the sharpness of your teeth as you take his tip into your mouth.
“It had better,” he drawls, flame burning in his gaze, content to keep his hands to himself for now. Let you make your own moves.
“I don’t think you’d like the consequences of leaving me dissatisfied.”
Lucien: trying to be polite while someone was coming onto you
You tremble beneath his mouth, how he takes his time with you, lazily licking up your centre, only occasionally suckling on your clit—when he feels like doing so.
“Lu…” you whimper, cheek pressing into the sheets as you try to glance back at him, wrists bound together with the tie he’d been wearing earlier that night. “Lu, please, tell me what’s happening…?”
He pulls back from your heat, meeting your gaze at last, and you flush at seeing the gleam on his lips, slick wetting his mouth from the attention he’s been giving you.
“Just reminding you who treats you the best,” he muses, palms wrapping around the tops of your thighs, spreading them a little wider so he can have more access.
“I don’t need reminding,” you breathe, squirming at the exposure, how he’s got you on your hands and knees on his bed. Well, had you on your hands and knees. Then he’d decided you didn’t need your hands to enjoy his pleasure, and didn’t want you trying to stop him.
His eyes flare with male satisfaction, and your toes curl, hips shifting slightly, unable to keep away that desire you have.
He returns without replying, and a note of worry roots in your chest. Have you done something?
“Lu…” you call, breath catching as he nips at your clit. “Lu, this is about that male, isn’t it?”
His tongue pauses, then he’s pushing your thighs wider, burying himself deeper, tongue circling your entrance and you struggle to keep your head. You moan with soft pleasure, enjoying the slight roughness of his grip around your thigh, keeping you open.
Swallowing, you make an effort to push beyond it, focusing on him. “You know I…I wasn’t reciprocating that,” you mumble into the sheets. He hums onto your heat, and your breathing quickens, being pulled closer and closer to your edge.
“Lu,” you moan, brow furrowing in attempts to remain concentrated, his middle and forth finger joining the mess he’s created between your thighs, letting him pull away to watch how you take him. “You know I only want you. Always. It’s only you.”
“I know,” he sighs at last after a pause of quiet, and relief sweeps in from his response. “I just didn’t like what he was doing. What he was trying to do with you,” he admits.
“I didn’t either,” you murmur softly, “but it felt weird to address it in a group setting.”
Lucien sighs, pulling away from you entirely, and the mattress dips as he crawls over you, caging you in. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, “I knew I should have gone over to you.” He kisses the shell of your ear. “I thought you’d find it annoying, having me being so easily riled by someone being near you.”
Heat spreads across your chest, shifting as much as you can to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” you murmur, a faint smile warming your lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t smack him for you.”
Lucien chuckles lowly at that, one arm wrapping beneath your waist, palm splaying across your stomach, his front pressing to your back lightly, careful of your arms.
The chuckle catches in his throat when he feels your fingers graze his lower stomach, hesitantly brushing against him in silent request—a little nervous.
“I want…” you pause, flushing warm. “Can we continue?”
Arousal once again rises to his skin, and he’s pressing himself into your palm, setting soft kisses to the length of your throat. “Anything you want,” he breathes, allowing himself brief reprieve against your familiar touch before he’s pulling away again, kissing his way down your back, tracing your spine until he’s again between your legs.
“Now,” he drawls, pushing his hair out of the way, eyes burning with heat. “Where were we?”
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officialspec · 11 hours
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can you pleeeeease post your dm sexuality/gender hcs on here.... 🥺 i don't have a twitter but i wanna know. it's like a pandora's box to me now i'm like scratching at the door. let me in
heres the link 2 the thread (mild spoilers btw) ill post a transcript under the cut for ppl who dont have twitter
first off i think laios relationship to sex is super removed for like 50 reasons without even getting into his actual sexuality
he grew up in a place with very repressed ideas about sex and has a lot of fear about asserting his presence in situations
his special interest takes precedent over any social interactions he has and the level of closeness he feels towards people
he has a hard time figuring out his feelings towards other people both bc hes autistic and bc he has freaky deviantart fetishes that make sex in his mind a very abstract concept <- this one is me projecting mostly
that aside, i feel like gender-wise hes attracted to ppl so infrequently it may as well be entirely case-by-case
the idea of him being gay appeals to me from the 'raised with traditional values he Does Not fit into/hasnt begun to question it yet' perspective, i lauve characters who put a lot of stock into performing a role thats expected of them and fail miserably for unknown (gay) reasons
from his perspective tho i dont think he would ever really label himself anything. hes going to pride parades in the shirt+shorts Ally Fit to clap for his friends
hes also 'cis by indifference' imo... i love tmasc laios hcs it just doesnt mesh w his personal history to me. i do think hes got some kind of therian gender thing going on (not trans or nb but a secret third thing) but i cant see him changing anything abt his appearance/pronouns to accommodate that post-canon. hes just doin his thang
falin is in a similar boat for gender. i LOOVE tfem falin but the village repression thing has been bugging at me so i dont think i subscribe to it anymore (canon purist sorry) BUT if u hold that hc i am clapping and cheering regardless
instead i was propagandised to a while back and i LOVEEE the idea that being fused w a male dragon and the residual traits she has after being revived have given her a type of gender euphoria she didnt realise she was missing. a little boygirl swagger if u will
sexuality-wise i also dont think she would care to label herself, shes a lesbian by virtue of only being interested in One woman and zero other people. without marcille i do think shes still exclusively attracted to women, and i like to imagine she might experiment around a bit during her travels post-canon (pre-relationship). hearing abt it might put marcille on the news though
marcille is very simple That is a transfem lesbian. shes obsessed w being femme and that combined w her half-tallman struggles to be seen as 'properly feminine' by elf standards reads very transfeminine to Me. also her bookboy crush REEKS of comphet its not subtle
i think a more comfortable marcy might have the space to experiment w being elf butch like her manga boys but thats mainly self indulgence for me. utena could have saved her
senshi is gay his whole thing is abt not being able to perform dwarven masculinity to a proper standard (soft hearted, not as strong or rugged as his peers) which is like gaycoding 101. also hes a bear. homosexuality be damned by boy can work a grill
i dont have any particular opinions abt him gender-wise beyond that. his bulge is an essential part of his character design but i also saw a transmasc senshi a couple days ago that made me nod my head thoughtfully so i could go either way
chilchuck is cis and bisexual this is just canon. not even just his old man crush on senshi altho i do think thats very funny but they put his ass on a cover themed like hes in a dating sim with all the men and women in the cast and then slapped it in front of a chapter called "bicorn". i simply cant pass up that kind of overt signaling. its so fucking funny what else is there to say truly
izu to ME is a transmasc aroace lesbian (this one has the least basis in canon i just know it to be true) shes a little genderfluid with it nd uses he/she i think. i like to imagine she consistently uses masculine personal pronouns to refer to herself either way tho (boku, ore)
i think izutsumis gender/sexuality is entirely secondary in priorities to her body dysphoria. she has a lot of learning and acceptance 2 do before that kind of self discovery is on the docket and in my mind eschewing gender on some level is part of that. get sillay
shuro is cishet but at least he feels bad about it. next
kabru is a transmasc bisexual this is also practically text. his whole thing of being treated like a doll by milsiril to put in pretty dresses, plus i think it would be pretty easy for him to stealth in the west since tallmen are seen as inherently more masculine than elves
(i also think changing genders is just more common for elves. theyre androgynous enough that it wouldnt be hard and like who in their right miiiiind would be the same gender for 500 years. dwarves too)
i think he started presenting as male socially in the west but didnt need to consider medical transition until he moved to a more mixed culture where other races might see him as a woman
i dont have to explain the bisexual part. have u seen him
namari is a butch bisexual this is just canon straight up. shes not transmasc but i think the default settings for dwarven women is like 4 years of T regardless. shes a hit at all the local cruising spots despite her renfaire nerdisms i know this
and just bc im thinking abt em kiki and kaka are identical and kiki is tfem :} theyre both attracted to women but kaka is a sub so i forgive him
THATS ALL 4 NOW theres a lot of characters so i cant have thoughts abt all of them at once but i hope this was good. im right about everything forever as per usual
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selineram3421 · 2 days
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*new version of Alastor takes over the Internet* Hehe.
Cursed Cat Headcanons
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Curse Cat Alastor & Human Reader
Warnings ⚠
⚠ mentions of death, "normal" cat stuff ⚠
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You find a strange looking cat at the shelter.
The red creature was separated from the other cats and behind a heavy duty glass with multiple scratch marks.
"Can I interact with this one?", you asked.
"I don't think we are allowed to let that one out...", the worker says. "We're not even sure if its a cat."
You were also not sure as the little creature had antlers.
"Might have been dead this morning.", they mumbled but you caught it.
"Uh...ok.", you say, feeling a little put off how calmly the employee said that. "I'll take them."
And that's how you got a cat.
Once having the necessary items and a cat tower order placed, you bring the red cat home.
It sounds a bit angry. Growling, hissing, scratching and biting the inside of the cat carrier.
Maybe they didn't like small spaces..
Their first day was...something.
You ended up having to fix or toss out a lot of furniture.
They seemed to like sitting on top of your bookshelf. Often watching as you cleaned around the room or when you slept.
Kinda creepy. And you swore you saw their eyes glow once.
But other than the strange shadows and weird noises, you didn't have problems. In fact, they took care of the spiders and other pesky bugs that managed to get into your home.
Eventually, you tried to call them by names from a list that you made but they mostly ignored you whenever you tried.
It wasn't until you were watching Hazbin Hotel that the red cat perked up.
"I'm Alastor!", your favorite character introduced himself.
The red creature then hopped onto your coffee table and stared at you, effectively grabbing your attention.
"What is it?", you asked before noticing your T.V. glitch and loop.
"I'm Alastor!", it said again. "¡'m Al@$tør!", it started to distort. "Ĭ̢̜͝'m̬̟̑͗ Á̘͉̉l͈̯̾̀á̘͉̉s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒t͙́ó͎̥͡ṙ̻!", the audio was getting worse and worse as it repeated. "ł'₥ ₳Ⱡ₳₴₮ØⱤ."
Glancing at your cat, you noticed it was grinning like the oh so famous cheshire cat.
"Uh..Alastor?", you said.
As soon as you called them the name, the episode continued to play regularly and your cat had its normal happy demeanor.
"Ok...", you paused the show and went to the kitchen for snacks. "I might have picked up a cursed cat."
After that, Alastor actually seemed to like you. No longer hissing or scratching you when you tried to pet them and sought you out for some cuddles.
Hehehehe..
You had to take him to the vet for a check up and well.. It turned out exactly how you expected it to. Also, you found out they were a he.
He was number one..of the worsts cats in the vet hospital's care. They had to order new gloves meant for hawks.
After that, you got him a little bow to match the character Alastor and he seemed to really enjoy it. Of course, the red cat was quite fluffy and only the bow part was visible.
The cat tower finally arrived and you set it up. It was mostly black, coming with a feather toy as well.
"Done!", you stepped back and smiled at the finished cat tower.
Of course, like any cat, Alastor was not amused. Sitting in the packaging box comfortably.
"You know what? I'm not even mad. I used to sit in boxes as a kid.", you said and cleaned up the bubble wrap.
Things were turning out pretty well. That is until your neighbor got a weird looking pet. Now you knew Alastor was strange but he looked like a cat. Whatever the neighbor has was something else.
It was black with blue and some red. Flat looking face and a strange tail.
Maybe it was an exotic animal?
You weren't sure but Alastor hated, HATED, them.
And you made sure not to walk your little furball when the other pet was out. Making that mistake once. Once being enough.
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I bestow upon ye cat Alastor!
~Seline, the person.
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leverage-ot3 · 1 day
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okay I absolutely get and adore harry being oblivious about ot3 developments, but consider:
after breanna makes it explicitly clear she’s queer in the card game job, harry starts Researching™
he’s trying to be good, be better. he likes this girl and wants to be there to support her and be her friend, someone she can trust. it doesn’t help that she’s around the same age as his daughter, who barely wants to associate with him anymore
he learns breanna is queer and dives into researching. watching TED talks in his spare time. reading ebooks on his phone in between playing roles in a con (bringing a physical book is less convenient and he doesn’t want to wave around the fact that he’s researching like he’s trying to be performative about it). he reads about legislation and book bans and wonders about how they could work their magic through a con to fix those things. he reads about asexuality and recognizes the flag colors from the sticker on breanna’s laptop, which he files away for later
he learns a lot! he has been peripherally aware of queer stuff- it’s kind of hard not to be in the 2020s, but now he is much more informed on a lot of issues. he has memorized at least 50 different labels and terms and has an index of resources in his head (and on his phone) if anyone might need them. he wants to understand the people he loves and cares about, whether it’s breanna or one of his daughter’s friends, or anyone in his life that is queer and he doesn’t know it yet. he wants to be ready and prepared to support them!
he learns about sapphicness and bisexuality and intersex rights and the gender spectrum. he learns about karyotypes and stonewall and other queer history. he learns about kink (blushing, but still reads because it’s important!) and relationship diversity… which leads him to discover the term polyamory
he tries not to actively apply the terms he has learned on the people in his life because he knows it’s wrong to assume things about other people. BUT. harry spends a few days reflecting on parker, hardison and eliot’s interactions and wonders. he thinks about the long hugs and lack of personal space and near telepathic communication not just between parker and hardison, but parker and eliot AND hardison and eliot. how parker knows how to make eliot take care of himself, how he knows when she forgets to eat because she’s so hyperfixated on planning a con. how parker jumps on his back for fun and no matter what, he always catches her. hardison’s absence is felt when he’s gone, deeply by the both of them.
it could just be a deep friendship, he knows. they have been working and living together for over a decade, of course they would be close!!! maybe they could even be queerplatonic! (another new word he learned!)
but. still. he quietly observes, watches closely, and thinks.
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nunalastor · 2 days
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decided to submit a wholesome headcanon regarding how everyone sleeps in the hotel (disregarding opinions on whether or not they sleep at all, that’s not what i’m talking about, i’m talking about when they actually get to sleep)
-charlie is a stomach sleeper in my header, with the blankets basically up to her eyes
- vaggie is a cuddler, not starfish levels, but if you share a bed together for whatever reason you will wake up with her pressed into your side
- angel can’t sleep without holding something. a pillow, a stuffed animal, Fat Nuggets, anything really, he just needs something.
- husk sleeps on his back, and snores. loud. you can hear it across the hotel. one of the first improvements they made to the hotel was soundproofing in husks room. he doesn’t know he snores and does not believe it when people complain about it.
- nifty has a nest setup for her bed, it’s basically a pile of blankets, plushies, pillows, knives, laundry, dead bugs, that piece of fur from Valentino, various bits of detritus, etc. and she sleeps essentially buried in it
- lucifer is the starfish, until you share a bed with him, then he becomes an octopus. you have to peel him off in the morning. he also talks in his sleep. it’s not any human language, mostly angelic hymns. but it’s a bit annoying when you’re not use to it
- Alastor when he’s in a place he’s not 100% comfortable and in control, will sleep in the vampire/corpse position, flat on his back, hands folded on the stomach. but when’s he safe in his own domain (or maybe rosie’s) he sleeps all curled up like a little fawn.
you left out sir pentious who probably sleeps like a victorian child dying of influenza
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celestie0 · 1 day
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Some headcanons about Kickoff college!Gojo, please!
hellooo my love i’m so sorry this took me a while i wanted to post ch9 first!
kickoff!gojo headcanons pt.1 unserious & fluffy edition lol
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ᰔ these headcanons are based off of my fanfic “kickoff” which is about popular frat boy soccer college athlete gojo lol & there are spoilers below ᰔ for my kickoff readers: most of these are so unserious and/or fluffy (not rly much nsfw) hope u enjoy!!
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kickoff!gojo who almost got arrested once for running away from the cops. he wasn’t even in trouble for anything they just started chasing him bc he started running 😭
kickoff!gojo whose primary love language is physical touch and so all of the times he’s had to NOT touch you has driven him absolutely fuckin nuts. positively BONKERS he’s practically been lobotomized by the restraint he’s had to exercise to not touch you
kickoff!gojo whose frat once hosted a date auction to raise money for rush and gojo singlehandedly raised $20k in one night from the bidding bachelorettes (and bachelors)🧍🏻‍♀️he has yet to go on all of those dates he owes them 😅 he runs away anytime his frat president tries to bring it up LOL
kickoff!gojo who is actually a pretty decent student, i mean he’s a business major so womp womp ofc he’s getting by just fine. i think his favorite class he’s ever taken was freshman year econ bc him and todo got into sm shit in that class and it's some of his fondest memories
kickoff!gojo who was literally picturing a life with you on the italian countryside when you were telling him about it. self inserted to the MAX
kickoff!gojo who is always the first to like all of your film photography slideshows on instagram because he has your post notifs on :”) you and messi are the only ppl he’s got post notifs on for 🤣
kickoff!gojo who thought he would be okay with watching your life from afar, through small pictures on his phone, but the thought devastated him more n more w every waking minute
kickoff!gojo who realized that having you wrapped in his arms at the end of ch9 was the closest thing he’s felt to peace since before the night his father passed away
kickoff!gojo who hasn’t really kept too much memoribilia of his father since a lot of the memories are painful for him, but he’s kept that old soccer ball w his dad’s signature n word of love for his mom on it
kickoff!gojo who knows what his sun, moon & rising signs are because he’s been ran through �� smh. WHORE
kickoff!gojo who plays for charity soccer tournaments on the weekends whenever he can 🫶🏼💕 he loves it bc there’s less pressure to play super well & also he loves getting to meet the people that the events are helping out
kickoff!gojo who has a massive sex drive (he got that athlete testosterone 😔🤚🏼) esp around someone he genuinely likes AHEM YOU so beware that if you start dating him he’s gonna beg you to put it on him at least 15 times a day and you’ll have to reject him 13.5 times
kickoff!gojo who is not ready to be a father at ALL at this point in his life but he’s thought ab how nice it would be to teach his kids how to play soccer someday :”) he’s givin me girl dad vibes tho, and you just KNOW he’s gonna be cheering on his lil girls when they’re tearing through the little league w their sparkly princess tiaras & tutus on 😤 he’d be the little league coach for sure LMAO
also little league coach!gojo would 100% promise to let the kiddos shave his head if they win the championship game 😭 i can just imagine you yelling at him when he randomly comes home bald one day
kickoff!nanami&choso&suguru who would be such protective soccer uncles to yours and gojo's duaghters. not a single boy would ever get NEAR those girls i'm telling youuu. pls pray for them haha
kickoff!gojo who can sometimes hear his father’s voice in his head during important plays out on the field. lately, he’s been hearing yours
kickoff!gojo who figured out you were mina’s roommate through a little bit of facebook stalking. and yes, he scrolled all the way down to your embarrassing middle school photos. and yes, he still likes you despite seeing them. more, even, when he thinks about it. also, he’s pissed you had a digimon themed 9th birthday party and you didn’t invite him 😒 what’s up w that
kickoff!gojo who wouldnt have been able to get through the trauma of losing his father if suguru wasn’t there by his side. he would’ve really lost himself, and would’ve given up on soccer if not for suguru's support. he's truly really grateful for him
kickoff!gojo & kickoff!choso who once illegally played an off-season tourney abroad for a lump sum lmfaoo and it was a pretty decent cut of cash. but shhhh dont tell the NCAA ab that pls or else they’re fucked 💀
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this is all i could think of rn haha thank you anon for the ask and hope you enjoyed them <333
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witchthewriter · 2 days
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*Ghost interrupting everyone from leaving the briefing*
Ghost: I'm putting in my formal request for Soap and Y/N not to be major pains in my ass this mission
Price: What the fuck Lieutenant?
Soap & Y/N: Request deNIED.
Gaz: *Snorts*
Soap: Plus I thought you liked it when I was a pain in your-
Ghost: THAT'LL DO.
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kyemna · 3 days
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Theme park with the Hazbin Hotel Characters headcanons
Charlie:
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-Was so excited, she couldn't sleep the night before.
-Grabs your hand, and drags you through the whole park.
-Expect to go on EVERY. SINGLE. RIDE.
-Absolutely LOVES rollercoasters.
-Tried to drag her dad along with you guys, but he insisted you spend some alone time together. (He's scared of rollercoasters LMFAO)
-Buys all the merchandise she can get her hands on.
-Regrets letting you pick the next ride when you head towards the haunted house.
-Is clinging on to you as if her life depended on it.
-"that was so fun.." she had her eyes closed the whole time.
-Such a foodie when it comes to theme parks. Doesn't even notice the extreme prices.
-Claims she's not tired, but the moment you guys get back to the car, she's GONE.
Vaggie:
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-The theme park was 100% your idea. She would never even bring it up.
-After some whining and begging she gave in.
-Lets you choose all the rides.
-Tries her hardest to enjoy most of it, for your sake.
-Definitely threw up after the first rollercoaster.
-The waterguns however.. now that's more like it.
-Targets all the dry people. All the newcomers get out of the ride, soaked to the bone.
-Prefers not to eat there (weak stomach)
-Everytime she gets jumped in the haunted house, she curses at them in Spanish.
-Accidentally punched one of the scare actors.. broke the poor man's nose.
-Is so happy when you get back to the car, and it's finally over.
Angel dust:
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-He had a day off so this was completely his idea.
-Loves Tilt-a-Whirl.
-Screamed at every rollercoaster just for the sake of screaming.
-He somehow smuggled alcohol into the theme park..??
So before you go into one of the rides, you two took a shot.
-He was the one dragging you into the Haunted House.
-You lost him somewhere in there and he snuck up on you. Scared your soul straight into the second afterlife.
-There was a kids disco. He wanted to go. Mind you, you two were tipsy ASFFF.
So just imagine two nearly drunk adults on the dance floor at a kids disco.
-Asked the DJ to play a song, claiming it was 100% kid friendly. CPR by Cupcakke..
-You two got kicked out..😭
-Had to Uber home since ya'll were drunk as shit.
Alastor:
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-It took HOURS of convincing to get him to go with you.
-After 583 "No's", he got tired of your whining so he agreed to shut you up LOLL.
-Said No to rollercoasters. Everytime. You. Asked. He never gave in.
-Walked straight to the haunted house, to scare the scare actors.
-Weirdly agreed on the water guns?
-Oh he went all out. A family trying to have a fun time? Not on his watch.
-Sat on a bench 80% of the time, letting you run around.
-Really liked the Ferris wheel!
-Also really liked the Bumper cars. He went after everyone. No mercy.
-Have to keep this one short, i just can't really imagine him at a Theme Park😭
Husk:
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-He was bored, so instantly agreed to go with you.
-Went along with everything you did.
-He really liked the haunted house for some reason. Asked to go again.
-There was a Just Dance contest. You two DOMINATED everyone. You won a big bear.
-He HATED the water guns.
-Paid for everything.
-Really liked taking pictures in the Photobooth, but he'll never admit it.
-Survived so long on the mechanical bull.
-You two teamed up at the Bumper Cars.
Went after all the kids LMFAO.
-Did like 10 rounds on the carousel, because he was tired.
-Got so annoyed at the constant music and high pitched screams.
-He wanted to go home after like 3 hours of running around.
Thank you for reading!
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drizztdohurtin · 2 days
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BG3 Tiefling Purring Headcanons
okay guys i'm so fucking serious right now I was working on my general tiefling headcanons post and I got to the purring part and I was like.... I literally have to make this its own post because I have SO MUCH to say
if anyone gets particularly inspired by any of my headcanons and decides to write something involving it, PLEASE send it to me so I can read it, or tag me in the comments or something <333333
NSFW under the cut -- MDNI
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SFW
purring is a reflection of emotions the majority of the time, but it can be done both voluntarily and involuntarily
i think of it like a deep rumbling at the bottom of the throat where you feel your two collarbone bumps, and you can physically feel the rumbling if you were to put a hand on their chest or neck
some have louder 'default' purrs than others, but if they focus on it then they can manipulate the volume
my overarching concept for their purring has to do with the idea that it's mainly used for comfort
my absolute favorite purring hc that I've thought of is that it's used to soothe their babies!
if a parent tiefling is holding their distressed, crying baby, they will automatically purr to comfort them
I also think that they will use it to comfort other people that they're very close to when they're really upset
going back to the baby thing, I believe this kind of purr will almost always be an instinct...
okay bear with me for a second.... you know how people who breastfeed (STAY WITH ME) their bodies automatically know what nutrients to put more or less of in the milk based on their baby's needs? it's like that.
no matter the sex of the parent, their body automatically knows how it should purr to best comfort their baby (think of pitch, volume, and the resonance of the vibrations)
but I think this instinct goes away after their child is around the age of 7 or 8 -- and it doesn't apply to what I said earlier about purring to comfort people they're close to
NEXT: they purr to comfort themselves <3333
It sorta depends on the person, some might be quicker to do it than others, doing it even when they're just mildly upset, and others only doing it in the most extreme circumstances
NEXT ☝ obviously it's also a sign of extreme comfort or contentment <33333
I love a good fluff moment, thinking about one of our beloved tiefling NPCs cuddled up with their significant other and they're just so deep in their happy place that they start to purr
generally, I think of the concept of purring to be an emotionally intimate thing - so it's not to be done for just anyone
they use it for their babies, their loved ones, and anyone else that's very close to them,
it'd be rare to do it for just anyone, even if they're a friend... they'd have to be a very, very close friend
because of this, each type of purr will sound different in some way
Alright, let's take this party down below
NSFW
speaking of being extremely contented, they might purr in bed heh
because purring is an intimate thing, purring in sexually intimate situations would only happen in established relationships
they also might purr when they're trying to initiate sex, but this would be accompanied by feeling up their partner/giving them suggestive kisses or bites on their neck, or something similar
this "suggestive purr" would be light and hushed, hard to pick up on by anyone outside of a radius of 2-3 feet, as it's meant only for their partner to hear/feel
☝ take a minute to imagine your tiefling lover walking up to you and giving you a kiss, feeling the lightest flutter of a purr from their chest as they press a few gentle kisses to your temple, cheek, and jaw, then giving you bedroom eyes... maybe nuzzling their nose against yours or against your neck........ good god.
now, purrs of pleasure during the act having a much wider range of pitch and intensity
I offer you a brief description of a blurb that I often see in my head before falling asleep: Rolan going down on reader/tav, instinctively purring because he loves doing it so much (fear not, I will definitely talk more about this in my rolan nsfw headcanons &lt;333)
the general takeaway is that when they feel great pleasure (physically, mentally, and/or emotionally) you might earn a purr from them
the caveat to that, though, is that they would only be able to do it when they're not exerting a lot of energy, as it would be hard to purr and breathe heavily at the same time - their body would prioritize breathing
because of that, I really only see this happening if they are having slower sex, maybe something very intimate, or just lazy? like early morning sex or sleepy sex
really just anything slow, including giving and receiving head <33
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That's all I have to say for now but I hope you enjoyed this because ☝ I certainly did
Masterlist here
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Hiii! How about a little part 2 of "Toys" where reader sends Adam a video of them using the you when hes away or at work?👀
Toys pt.2
Adam was in the middle of a meeting when he got the text
Attachment: 1 video
From you
He turns the volume off and opens the text under the table, clicking on the video
He almost chokes when he registers what he’s looking at, quickly turning off his phone and looking around to make sure no one had noticed
He quickly excused himself to the bathroom
Once Adam was locked in a stall, he pulled the video up again
He watched it on mute, biting his lip
It was a video of you, using your new toy
You’d propped your phone up and spread your legs in front of the camera, giving Adam a perfect view
The video was only thirty seconds long, but Adam was painfully hard
He jerks off to the video, vowing to make you pay for teasing him later
Finds an excuse to leave work early
Surprises you by coming home early
When you ask what he’s doing home early he replies “I know that fake dick can’t satisfy you as good as the real one can.”
Makes you cum on the toy before making you cum on his dick
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chazzielynx · 2 days
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Some Random Listener Headcanons I Wrote Down Part One
- Darlin likes cuddling in close and making Sam play a little with his powers while doing it. A little flame or sth like that. They like it because they can feel the dim light of his core that way. (Extra angsty points = they do that bc they can't bridge with him)
- Starlight didn't like the name 'Starlight' at first because they love astronomy and didn't think they deserved that title. But Avior was stubborn and the more he uses it, the more they melt at him saying it.
- Freelancer loves being in the sun but their eyes are sensitive to light. Until they met Gavin, they used to wear sunglasses a lot, but now Gavin eases their light sensitivity with magic when they're out on a walk. They didn't notice him doing it at first but he had to confess it to them when they wanted to go on another hike with Huxley and thought they didn't need to take their sunglasses (He has to actively control it).
- Sweetheart has stomach issues because of the stress at work. When they told Milo, he started learning more about what kind of foods can help with that and integrated them into the meals he cooked on date nights.
- before Lovely was turned, they used to love late night drives in general but then also with Vincent. Now they're used to them so much they forgot about the love they had for city lights at night.
- Darlin (yes, again, leave me alone) drinks tea. They never really tell anyone that bc it doesn't really fit their image but Sam found their collection when he was looking for anything edible in their kitchen again. They like Scottish Breakfast and Sam learned how they make it so that he can make them a cup of it when he's drinking his coffee.
- Baabe reads romance books, all kinds, also spicy ones and Asher loves stealing their book when they gasp at the pages and reading the spicy scenes to try them out later.
- staying with the book theme: Coworker reads High Fantasy and goes on rants just like Lasko and he loves nothing more than having his head in their lap, letting them play with his hair absent-mindedly and listens to everything they tell him.
- Asset constantly argues with James about why they can't have tattoos. One of their technicians had some and they asked about it and now they genuinely don't understand why they can't also have tattoos (this one might be a little bit of a stretch but I think it's cute).
- Honey knits (possibly also crochet). Guy likes to mess with them when they count stitches but he only does that when their project isn't that complicated or important. He proudly wears every single sock they make him and always asks for more "Honey, can I get one that says 'i am the best boyfriend ever but all I got were these lousy socks?'" followed by a pillow thrown at his head.
- Baby (Ollie's Listener) loves fairy lights. They hang them up everywhere all year round. Ollie had to set the rule in place that they aren't allowed to put up more without defending their case in front of a judge (which is Ollie and their cat).
- Bestie loves dyeing their hair on a regular basis. Not in the impulsive way, they genuinely just love looking different every two weeks and combining colours.
- Smartass likes to sing. It took them a while to be comfortable singing in front of Aaron. Once, they hadn't heard him come home and he listened to them sing in the kitchen while he just sat in the hallway. They almost tripped over him. Now he sometimes asks them to sing sth when he's holding them bc he loves hearing and feeling them sing.
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zaptrap · 7 hours
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some headcanonsssss + other notes:
those are sora's eyes when she's using her powers. they're dark blue/black otherwise. when she got her elemental powers, her pupils changed shape to look like the power icon
she also has sharp teef (she never had braces so her they're just crooked)
arin's eyes probably glow orange when he's using object spinjitzu
lloyd has cat-like eyes, irises get all big when he's looking at smth he likes and such. (honestly the rest of the ninja probably do too post-crystallized)
sora and arin (but mostly sora) think lloyd's sharp teeth are the coolest thing ever.
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Social media headcanons for Ted Lasso (taken from a prompt on Twitter).
Jamie, Keeley, and Roy all have official instagrams. Roy does not have the password to his account; just Keeley. Roy doesn’t want the password, and if she’s being honest, Keeley doesn’t trust him with it anyway.
All three also have finstas, but Roy only uses it to follow Jamie and Keeley.
Roy used to have a Twitter account, but he called Elon Musk a racist cunt who didn’t know his arse from his elbow, and then he got banned. Keeley can’t even blame him really.
Jamie has a TikTok and it stresses Keeley out to no end because that’s where he posts his most unhinged shit. Roy knows it exists and that he sometimes features in it, but he refuses to engage.
Jamie also has a burner Reddit account that he only uses to sock puppet in the football RPF threads. It brings him no end of joy. When he’s bored, he drops bits of RoyJamie RPF fic. It’s *extremely* filthy.
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tf2incorrectquotes · 20 hours
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Medic 🤝 engineer 🤝 sniper
Spending most of their teen years drinking in a forest
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hamlets-ak · 1 day
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even at my worst? even then ༊*·˚
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timothée taking care of you while you’re ill
when you first call to tell him that you’re ill, his first reaction is hysteria. every attempt of you to calm him down goes in vain and he completely ignores your warnings to not come over.
« i’m gonna be just fine, tim. it’s just a cold, really- » « i’m on my way. »
he quickly rushes to your flat, wanting to make sure that you’re okay himself.
« hey, how you feeling? »
he sits on the bed beside you and places a hand on your forehead, before leaning down to press his lips on your temple to gauge your temperature.
« i thought you said it was just a cold. you’re burning up! » « i’m fine stop fussing over me. » « you’re not ‘fine.’ »
you push him away and even though you are very thankful, you plead with him to go home. but he is not going anywhere. timothée just wants to be by your side, no matter what you tell him and how hard you try to urge him to go home, he is not leaving until you get better.
« i’m here to take care of you and i’m not leaving until you’re well again. »
he never imagined himself caring so much for someone to the point of feeling such deep pain and wishing to switch places and take the illness from you.
he turns the house up and down trying to find the thermometer and when he finally does, he tries to take your temperature multiple times. your faces fall and you both look at it sceptical until tim decides to go to the pharmacy and get a new one.
« don’t you dare get out of bed! »
despite his limited cooking skills, timothée tries to cook for you - makes you soup and brings it to your bed. he waits for you to finish or at least eat a decent amount. you can’t help but chuckle every time you glance up and catch him staring at you anxiously while biting his nails.
« i know it’s shit but you have to eat it. sorry. » « it’s not that shit actually. it’s good. » « oh wow. okay then. i’m glad it’s good. »
timothée still falls beside you and holds you regardless of your state. he’s willing to bet his own health because he will not be able to forgive himself if he makes you feel unwanted or that you are a burden to him.
« you’re going to end up just like me. » « you’re worth catching a cold over. »
he wraps his arms around you, bringing you close, and snuggles with you. you lean into his touch, head resting on the crook of his neck as he brushes your hair back, out of your face and presses sweet kisses on top of your head.
« i feel horrible. » « i know sweetheart, i know. »
you binge watch your favourite movies and shows all day with your commentary on top. he gives in to all your wishes and even if he doesn’t like them, he tolerates them just to see you smiling again.
when you overcome the dizziness you rest together and he softly reads your favourite book. timothée cracks a smile while reading and he just can’t stop himself once he notices your eyes following the lines or when you mumble them out loud at the same time.
his eyes are on you while you sleep and he doesn’t leave your side for a second.
« sleep, i’ll be right here. »
he hums gently while playing with your hair, unsure whether or not you are listening until slumber takes over him as well.
when your temperature is high, you deliriously confess your love to him. he tries to soothe you by whispering words of affection and holding your hand tight. timothée intertwines your fingers together as he tells you how much he loves you and that he can’t wait for you to get better.
« i hope you get well as soon as possible love, it hurts to see you suffering like this. »
you get embarrassed every time you feel sick in front of him but he reassures you it’s alright and he doesn’t mind it as long as you feel better.
« i’m disgusting... » « no, not to me »
when it comes to you he can turn into a true hypochondriac. if the fever doesn’t retreat soon, he immediately searches the symptoms online and prepares to call a doctor or take you to the nearest hospital in case it escalates.
the whole situation makes you laugh, even if your head is on fire. he smiles miserably at you and the sound of your laughter brings him comfort.
« do i amuse you? » « yes. »
timothée respects your silence and doesn’t force you into engaging in conversation.
he calls your mum to inform her of your progress and he’s the one who mostly speaks with her since you don’t feel like talking to anyone other than him.
you’re the only thing that preoccupies his mind while he’s away. he tries to go on with his day but it seems impossible, knowing that you’re alone and sick.
tim checks his phone constantly for any new messages and phones you often to see how you’re doing, remind you to use the thermometer or ask if you need or crave anything.
on his way home, he sometimes brings you your favourite flowers or very specific things he knows that even though you didn’t ask for, you are probably going to change your mind later.
timotée fills you up with his day and tells you all about his silly little encounters as he gently places a hand on your forehead before using the thermometer and helps you change into clean clothes.
it warms his heart watching you get better and better day by day, becoming more talkative and eager to participate in lengthy conversations, laughing louder and smiling as you both sit on your bed with legs crossed, play cards and eat all the junk he got.
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