#headcanons from the icy void

[samsvenn]

hiii! love your writing sm! could you write about shu, reiji and subaru and just something ominous about them? not like a headcanons, but like those books where they make you wonder “wait huh 😧” thanks and appreciate you!! 💙🤍

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CWs: insults, strangulation/choking, drugging, victim complex

shu

The violin string felt icy cold around your neck, despite the burning sensation of its thinness beginning to slice open tears. Red beadlets adorned and contrasted the white string. Shu’s hands didn’t show any signs of hesitation and mercy. In his deluded mind, this was a necessary evil he had to commit in order for you to understand what you did wrong. 

“I knew you were a whore, but really? Subaru? You’d take that premature thug over me?” Shu looked down at you, his voice as cold and void as the violin string.

To think this was all over you laughing at Subaru’s crude jokes about Reiji. You two were in the kitchen - your body had been demanding more food since Shu’s feedings always left you faint. There was a change in him. One that you weren’t too particular in finding out, for now. Subaru crossed paths with you, sputtering foul comments about none other than Reiji.

Some of them made you laugh. Subaru noticed as well, so he was encouraged to make more. In the corner of your eye, that’s when you saw a tall, shadowed figure standing from afar.

 A churn in your stomach knew who it was, but your brain was praying that it wasn’t him: Shu.

He knew you couldn’t speak. The tension was way too strong. You tried to utter something out, but to no avail. 

The Eldest cocked his head downwards and sighed. “I can’t trust anything that comes out of that mouth of yours. If your screeching didn’t turn me on, I’d asked Kanato to sew it up close by now.” Loosening his grip, he ran his thumb against your lips, stopping every half a centimetre before moving on.

“If you think there’s anything stopping me from putting you to a grave, try and test me. It’ll be nothing but pure entertainment for me in the long run.” 

Shu wrapped the string around his slender fingers and tightened it again. You swore that you felt something dripping down your neck, but the lack of oxygen was depraving you of your senses. 

“Pathetic. I thought you’d last longer.” He chuckled and just like that, you were out cold and plopped hard on his hardwood floors.

reiji

“Hmm… Seeing you somewhat coherent, I should’ve increased the dosage. You’re not at all in tremendous pain, which is quite disappointing.” He flicked your forehead hard, causing tears to swell up in your eyes. 

You don’t remember how you ended up in this predicament, but if you had a guess, Shu probably looked at you for far too long and then you ate something. And knowing Reiji, that was probably enough for all of this to happen.

“W-What… did y-you do..?” You coughed out and tried to stand, but only your hands could offer some kind of support.

“You’re far too smart to not have an idea and far too dumb to keep getting yourself in repeated trouble.” His back turned away from you. He took a tall beaker and held it above his head. You were right about one thing - Whatever you ate last was what got you here.

Reiji took off his glasses and massaged the temples of his head, ruining his slicked hair. “Is this a cry for attention? Or do you sincerely like it when other men give you attention? I’d demand an answer, but getting it out of you my way is a guaranteed method for you to tell the truth.”

He knelt down, his black blazer almost touching the floor. That’s when you heard metal clinking. “Chains?”, you thought to yourself. 

Like a messed up greek comedy, you were semi-right.

“A muzzle should fit you perfectly,” It was made out of leather with an iron strap at the back. “I don’t know what’s compelling me, but I don’t want to hear your excuses just yet. If you want to cry out, you should’ve cried out my name when my brothers approach you.” Reiji knew he was going completely out of line. There was no logical reason for him to be this frenzied. 

Emotions were never logical.

Especially jealousy and a constant inferiority complex.

subaru

“YOU THINK I’D JUST EASILY FORGIVE YOU?!” The Youngest hurled a wooden chair at you. By some miracle of God, you managed to dodge it. Barely. The wood broke into shards and splinters, some of which scathing your skin, and the minuscule other unfortunately penetrating your skin layers. 

You didn’t have time to wince, as he threw white porcelain around like they were water balloons. They didn’t hurt him, his skin was thick in all the ways metaphorical, but they for sure were going to hurt you in all the ways physical.

Ruby eyes lit up iridescent ‘neath the moonlit room. You didn’t know if Subaru was going to choke himself first in his huffs and breaths, or if the choking would stem from his shaking hands around your neck. “YOU THINK HE’S BETTER THAN ME, DON’T YOU?!” The ‘He’ in question was Kou. 

Subaru himself didn’t understand what was making him so riled up. His throat felt like they were stomped on by metal boots when Kou began whispering to your ear. It felt like there was tiny, rhymatic walking of a centipede marching under his skin when Kou kept hogging your gaze. Was the problem really Kou? Hard, booming punches cracked cement walls. 

As you stared at Subaru, his anger didn’t subside, rather it grew.

Somehow, he knew that you were currently thinking of Kou. Although you were thinking about how he may be the cause of his dooming anger, without context, the fact that you were thinking about another man made his stomach twist and turn. 

“FINE! I GET IT! YOU THINK I CAN’T FIND ANOTHER FOOD SOURCE?! HA!” Subaru felt his throat growing raw. “YOU PICKED ME! SO WHY ARE YOU GOING TO THAT FUCKING MUKAMI?!”

Behind this rage, you saw a sensitive little boy who waited patiently every dew for his mother to look down from the prison tower. You saw a little boy who knew how to make flower crowns out of any flower, but chose not to because his rosy cheeks lit up pink if anyone knew.

You saw a little boy who was ready to be loved, and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, as he had mentally imprisoned himself in his mother’s yearning for love; the same way a certain man had imprisoned her.

Yet, the little boy was nowhere to be seen.

All that your eyes could see was a red-eyed man stepping closer and closer. His footsteps were silent, and his anger finally stopped making noise. The Youngest’s frame loomed over you and without a hitch, your sense of mortality did too. 

You’ve met with a terrible fate, haven’t you?

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #diahell #dl #rejet #subaru sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #sakamaki #writing

[tomato-turn]

hiii im very interested in hearing your bsd hcs...

@someonebeatmetotheseusernames thank you for the motivation that I lacked 2 months. Here's part 3...!

Bsd Headcanons Pt.3!

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1. Dazai, ironically, is a very good cook. You'd doubt it, though. He'd mix 2 complementary flavours and yet it'd be great! (Kunikida approved!)

2. Dazai had braided Chuuya's hair when he was asleep.

3. Atsushi loves hot baths. Since he had only gotten cold icy water from the orphanage, he cherishes it. He stayed there for so long that Kyoka had to call out to Atsushi to check if he was alive. (Tiger coded fr)

4. Dumb, newly found, fresh out of lab, young Verlaine. And his caring boyfriend, Arthur Rimbaud.

5. Chuuya really hated Dazai back in 16. He hates the facts that he and Dazai are really alike (canon), and after the whole sb, he avoided Dazai other than talking to him about work. And of course Dazai was really confused. Although after some months he came into the old speaking terms with him. He just needed some time for himself.

6. Skk must've had some embarrassing moments together that they completely avoid talking to each other.

7. Chuuya's really unpredictable, according to Dazai. Not his reactions but his movements. For Chuuya, he never gets why people say, "Dazai is cold and unpredictable." Sure he's cold and a bitch but not unpredictable at all the times. He even acts like a kid and can be bubbly at times.

8. Dazai has a void feeling near his heart. He hates it. Joining PM only worsened it. But at ADA, it has been far better, although the feeling is still there. gnawing and very close to his heart, he fear that it may eat it. He feels nothing and everything at the same time. He hated feeling nothing, and yet he hated feeling everything. It is a disgusting feeling and really nauseating.

9. Since Oda drew for the kids, he drew a lot for Dazai, too. And dngo is no exception.

10. (Fem Skk!) either Chuuya or Dazai loved pastels. It can go both ways.

11. Kaiji and Nikolai gets along really well. (Better not to ask questions.)

12. Dazai relates to 'my ordinary life' a little bit too much.

13. The flags will and will not say, " Chuuya should be the next boss, not that idiot Dazai!"

14. Chuuya hates staring competition with Dazai. Not only would he lose, but also the more he stares into Dazai's eyes, the more he feels weird and sad. This applies to Oda as well but he usually wins.

15. Glasses!Chuuya because he'd look amazing!

16. Dazai limps a lot, but over time, it got better. He still does, but it's rare. Usually, it's Kunikida or Chuuya to notice first.

17. Akutagawa had broken into Atsushi's and Kyoka's apartment ,saying that he had a nightmare about Atsushi and to fight him. This scared the living daylights of Atsushi and Kyoka. Until Atsushi persuades him to talk about his nightmare. (which he does reluctantly) and they all sleep together comforting Akutagawa (which he never asked but doesn't dislike it either)

18. Higuchi's new policy, " No Akutagawa? Then his sister is an Akutagawa, too!"

19. Nikolai bites people. For the fun of it. You can see the bite mark on Fyodor's arm. And Sigma's too.

20. Nikolai, Chuuya, Dazai, Ranpo, Tachihara, and Tecchou are some people who act according to their impulsive thoughts.

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Thank you! And happy read!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #skk #nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryuunosuke #sskk #nikolai gogol #bsd fyodor dostoevsky #higuchi ichiyo #kyoka izumi #kunikida doppo #sigma bsd #bsd odasaku #bsd analysis #bsd headcanons

[novemberthecatadmirer]

My Very Personal Probably-OOC Headcanon Take on Idril:

OH I LOVE HER

She was a sun that didn’t want to be a sun but constantly felt that she was given no other choices than to be the sun

She was the princess of this pure white city that was slowly dying from inside, the daughter of this king who used to be fair and wise but was now slowly being eaten alive by despair

In this wonderful city that caged itself with white bloodied walls against the darkness slowly growing outside, everyone desperately needed a sun, so she gritted her teeth and decided she had to be the Sun, she had to be the Hope, she had to make herself to be a fucking symbol instead of being herself.

In reality she had crippling anxiety because she could just see the doom coming, she did not know how but she knew the end was coming. And people who were actually close to her actually sensed it but they did not understand it. They did not believe her worries not because she was a pretty woman but because they deemed her paranoid and overthinking.

Like, the girl needed some break and go have fun creatively with her very hot husband.

And I cannot believe she would ever be okay with her son becoming saver of the world, no she never wanted her son to be the prophesied hero who sailed the void holding the star of hope. Yes she wanted the world to be saved but she did not want her son to become just ANOTHER FUCKING SYMBOL.

I kind of believe she sailed to the West in the hope that she could somehow convince the Valar to ACT so that HER SON DID NOT NEED TO. Which did not work out the way she wished though.

Even more personal completely-made-up headcanon:

(Inspired by that post from someone else pointing out that many Noldor elves may actually had encountered Morgoth (as Melkor) in very casual, daily circumstances (you know what I sold him lemon flavored cupcakes) before the whole spider drinking trees thing happened)

She was little, she saw this strange Vala named Melkor who was very beautiful (on his way corrupting Noldor) a couple times when she was playing, and she disliked him but she could not explain WHY. However everyone else seemed to welcome this Vala so she thought she should at least be polite. 

So she tolerated this creepy Vala handing her candies, patting her head and praising her very beautiful golden hair. No line was ever crossed, but she was deeply uncomfortable to be touched and praised by this strange Vala. 

(Melkor knew she was upset and enjoyed it, to the point that he would “accidentally” bump into her in public and pat her head with other people around smiling at the scene of friendly Vala being nice to little girl. He enjoyed messing with her, and the interaction was used by him to endear Noldor elves to believe he was so kind and good-with-kids.)

Then the trees thing happened, her grandfather was murdered by this VERY HANDSOME VERY NICE Vala who handed her candy patted her head and she was polite to this fucker. She was disgusted and she wondered if things could change, her grandfather could still be alive HAD HER TOLD HER PARENTS that this Vala was creepy as fuck. But she did not dare to tell this to anyone, and she felt guilty and tainted and disgusted with herself.

Then her parents decided to leave home to fight this creepy fucker, and decided to leave her back home because she was so very young, but she insisted to follow because she had to go with them because it was all HER FAULT.

Then when crossing the ice she and her mother both fell into the icy water and her father was only able to save her. And she regretted, she REGRETTED, if she did not come with her parents probably her mother could be saved. 

Basically she had a severe case of survivor’s guilt. And people just KEPT. DYING. AND. SUFFERING. AROUND. HER. in all her fucking life.

(Valar were really nice to at least let her keep her very hot husband, that’s the fucking silver lining.)

(Also when she saw Maeglin-weird-creepy-child-son-of-evil-father-with-evil-color-palette-actually-just-fucking-traumatized: Okay I AM NOT GOING TO REPEAT MY MISTAKE. I am not going to trust this one NO MATTER HOW. I am going to tell EVERYONE do not fucking trust this FUCKER.)

(I just enjoy headcanonning that all these beloved light-side characters actually had their minds messed-up this-and-that creative ways)

#tolkien #lotr #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm #silm headcanons #silm meta #idril #melkor #morgoth

[fox-daddy]

A gloreioust fight P2 (Hunter x Muriel angst/fluff)

A gloreioust fight (Hunter x Muriel angst)

This fanfic is set around @xaharadesert's forced gladiator rebel mc headcanon

Read that before you read this fanfic as it has the whole situation set. While I was ordinally going to write it as Hunter x Julian following the Julian Hc, Hunter would've killed which would've changed the feeling around the ending. (Even if I didn't end up writing it all. Might update it with the ending might leave it here.)

(I didn't mean to post this I was trying to post another draft thing... I guess this is now going to be a three part thing since I'm too lazy to copy and past it into a new draft...

Part 1 here)

TW; blood, mild gore, past trauma and violence.

The sharp smell of blood filled the air as Hunter walked around an all too familiar house. Yet they couldn't tell where the smell was coming from. Only when they paused to look down did they notice they were the one dragging blood around. Looking behind them they could see the trail following where they had been like a small river cutting through the floor. A soft sickening feeling washed over Hunter as they looked back up at the almost infinite hallway. Yet something kept telling them to move forward. Was it the deep sense someone was waiting for them at the end? was it to avoid the blood that trailed behind them? was it the sickly sweet smell of food? or the harsh taste of fine wine on the air? maybe it was a bit of all the above as Hunter tried their hardest to keep their resolve about them. Turning a corner they were met with the back of a figure. He seemed to speak in a tongue unfamiliar to Hunter and yet they could almost feel in their heart what they were saying. Whoever this was had been waiting for them.

Any heat in the air seemed to vanish as Hunter felt a sharp deep seeded anger rising up inside of them. Almost instinctively they crouched down like a cat stalking a bird or a wolf hunting a fawn. Yet, as they moved forward to strike the figure turned around to face them. His face was blurred and almost completely melted into darkness. Yet their gaze pieced into the darkness as it was in that moment they realized they had misjudged the situation, they were the fawn. Shutting their eyes tightly the ground seemed to catch them as they rolled to the side. The harsh sunlight beating down on them as the person seemed to stand in the main booth. Between them and the person was a large figure covered in scars matching theirs and yet the icy blue eyes that stared them down was a far cry from their own blood red eyes.. blood red. Taking a deep slow breath they slowly stood up. Returning the cold glance they headed towards the figure in the box. In that moment only one thing mattered and that was getting to that figure. Walking through the large figure that blocked their way caused them to melt into fire as they made their way to stand above the figure the fire blazing higher behind them. For the first time they felt their body acting on it's own as they raised their hand above their head. Then the hand was down the next second. Red. The only thing they could see was red as they stood above what looked like a dead body. Yet the face kept it's void colour as the body changed shape. Small and slim, tall and lanky, bulky and chubby. It kept changing every time it left Hunters main point of focus. Stepping back they tried to regain their composer and yet a familiar figure took stage, Asra? no their face wasn't there. "what's wrong? can't remember what they look like?" a cold familiar voice sent a chill down Hunter's spine as a familiar body, Muriel's took center stage next to the Asra. Yet similar to the Asra his face wasn't there. Closing their eyes they tried to imagine Muriel's face and while some features stuck out, his green eyes deep enough to make the forest itself jealous others fuzzed together. A scar? did he, did he have a face scar? was that them? His hair his body it was all familiar so why couldn't they remember his face?

A sudden cold hand on their shoulder caused them to tense up as they noticed an orange paw and those all too familiar Icey blue eyes, yet no they were different, they almost felt warm. "it's time to wake up. Sorry about this." The paw suddenly moved towards their back as a sharp pain almost sliced through their back.

The feeling of being held was the first thing to register after the sharp pain in their back. Looking around they were met with a familiar concerned face, Muriel. The familiar scars, the shape of his face, yet they couldn't help but feel a deep chill settling in as they tried to picture Asra's and Julian's faces in their mind. Their hair, their eye color and skin color everything else felt like trying to pick a shape out of an inky darkness. Yet, there was a calmness to being awake, they knew they couldn't remember faces so why was it suddenly getting to them? The feeling of Muriel's large hand gently rubbing circles on their back helped them snap back as the slow deliberate movement helped ground them in reality. "are you okay?" the gentle tone caused Hunter's eyes to start to tear up as the only thing they managed to do was shake their head, as they felt themselves being pulled into an overly cautious hug. Clinging to the familiar texture of his clothes and the smell of myrrh was almost as calming as Muriel there. "...It's going to be alright" deep down they knew what he was saying was true, it wasn't new they had been unable to remember faces since they first woke up and their wounds would heal. Yet, for right then it felt different. Like something had changed and they had no idea what. "I know" they finally found themselves barely able to reply. Their voice felt quiet and yet they felt no need to repeat themselves. Smiling softly at Muriel they leaned forward gently pushing their forehead against Muriel. "can we just stay like this for a bit?" they almost didn't notice the soft shuffle as Muriel gently changed how he was holding them. "I'm not going anywhere." Despite having just woken up the feeling of being held closely by Muriel seemed to bring back their tiredness as they allowed their eyes to slide shut.

When Hunter next woke up it was after a dreamless sleep. Looking up they noticed they were laying ontop of Muriel as they allowed themselves to fully relax again. Closing their eyes they thought back to their original dream as they shuffled a bit. Feeling a large hand move to the back of their head, a few months ago they would've flinched away and yet they found themselves learning into it. "I can't sleep" they softly answered the unasked question. Feeling Muriel's fingers gently scratching against their skull helped soothe them as they closed their eyes. "It's before sunrise" Hunter replied quickly with a quiet humm. "It would be rude to wake up Julian this early, anyway I'm fine to just lay here for a bit. Go back to sleep, Muri." They felt the head rubs grow slightly rougher in the best way. "I'm not going to leave you alone for that long." A part of Hunter couldn't help but feel a bit bad at the idea of keeping Muriel up and yet the rest of them remained quiet as they watched Muriel's face. "not like I can force you to sleep." they tried to softly joke getting a small amused snort out of Muriel in reply. The silence that followed was soothing as Hunter focused on just being there. Or at least that's what Hunter wanted to do it was hard when his mind kept going to how they had picked up the claws and how it had seemed too familiar. Then you had the dream that seemed to haunt Hunter like a forgotten secret. "Are you okay?" the simple question held more to it than on the surface. Their first reaction was to say something like 'I'm fine' or 'I will be' and yet there was something off about it. Trying to think of the 'right' reply left them unable to say anything. Feeling Muriel gently move their head they made no effort to pull away as they looked at Muriel.

"I just had a bad dream that made no sense" Hunter thought about adding more but when they thought about the weird person from their dream it left their blood feeling cold. "It's like you said nobody likes hearing about other people's dreams and I think I'd prefer to try and ignore it for now." Yet they couldn't, they could still taste the blood in their mouth, like an old addiction they had forgotten, like something held in only by strings and wires. They could tell Muriel wasn't fully convinced that it was just a bad dream and he wasn't entirely wrong, while the dream had brought it back up it had started before then. Had it started before that fight? had it always been there in the background like a dark shado- the feeling of a slightly rough head rub snapped them back as they realized they had missed what he had just said. "You don't have to tell me about it, but it's not your fault" Hunter couldn't help but think about that, they knew the fight wasn't their fault and yet did they have to bite the other person? How had they known theri adrenaline would kick in? what would've happened if it hadn't? Then there were the claws. "It's not about the- it kind of is but it's also not-" finding the right words to explain was hard. "Have you ever seen or felt something that as too similar? I don't think it has fully to do with my amnesia I didn't get a headache, or a pain in the back of my head, it just... My hands looked too familiar and I don't know why."

#the arcana game #the arcana #the arcana mc #the arcana apprentice #mc hunter #fan apprentice #the arcana fan apprentice #muriel the arcana

[icypolargirl78]

pspspsps. what's your wildest headcanon that you can think of on the spot

you did not specify a fandom so you're getting a bunch!

Transformers:

listen i don't think optimus would make a good parent, at least not in the way that most of the fandom seems to think he would be; he's like, the cool uncle that lets all the kids have sugary drinks and stay up past their bedtime but he would be an absolutely terrible father. like he'd try his best but whatever child he has will come out with some form of daddy issues bc of it

Genshin Impact

venti is not as bad of a drinker as the game wants to make him out to be. like he's a god, he's made of the wind, his ass is not getting drunk from just a few bottles of human made wine, that shit is weak as fuck. however he probably does have problems when it comes to impulse control and he ends up drinking a lot which makes everyone else around him think that he's an alcoholic

DumbleSMP

there's something so fucking wrong with the way that fierce sits. they don't know how to sit properly, like at all. no chair is right and then she just ends up on the ground bc it's more comfortable than contorting themself onto a stupid piece of carved wood

i feel like the void entity would really like soduku, don't ask me why i just feel like that little shit would enjoy really complicated numbers games for no reason other than it's fun

visjex and leuk have to play the "we need to kiss carefully" game bc otherwise leuk is going to get an antler directly to the eye

fierce has consumed human flesh on more than one occasion. she was not a fan of it

if they could fuck, karos absolutely would, be grateful that i didn't give them the ability to cause that sort of problem

biome eats radioactive items. thinks they're spicy

uh that's all for today folks! ty for stopping by for icy's silly little headcanons! and thanks for the ask visjex!!!

#icy answers

[smollandtoll]

HC: Scripted Documentary

STOP! CHECK OUT THESE GIFS FIRST 

These gifs give us all the feels, all the super soft Geno is the new guy at the government office job feels. It’s in the way the camera moves in that first gif, very parks & rec or the office, very scripted docuseries.

So here we are imagining some governmental office show shenanigans with Sid and Tanger and Flower and Duper trying to get a suburb approved, or a school or something, LET’S GET REAL probably an ice rink and and Geno is the wildlife and ecological impact consultant brought in to assist the project.

It’s usually just tons of boring paperwork and random occasionally dramatic or frivolous projects and petty office drama and occasional panicky dealing with the public. It’s boring work usually, but Sid is a committed and devoted leader and believes in the system of bureaucracy even when he’s thwarted by various nemesi.

Anyway, Geno shows up on the first day of this new contract looking like that and all the french canadians in their ties and dress shirts immediately turn to watch Sid blush. It is so apparent that he is Sid’s Type™ like...Sid might have based the type ON this guy he is hitting the nail so hard on the head.

“Am in right place?” He’d ask earnestly, eyes sliding over each of them questioningly, voice deep and accented. Duper and Tanger probably take point, ushering him in and ousting Flower from his seat immediately to set G down right next to Sid.

So with their fearless leader somewhat distracted by Geno's arms in that sweater, their round table discussion goes off track like immediately.

Geno is just giving so much side-eye at their weird and borderline intrusive questions. He expected a bit of inquiry as to his credentials, and maybe interests but:

"Why you need know I'm want kids?"

Sid abruptly realizing what's happened to their round table while he was spacing out - imagining peeling Geno out of various thermal fleeces and underarmour layers like a present just for him -  and being SO COMPLETELY MORTIFIED. His friends couldn’t be professional if it came up and french kissed them.

"So sorry Mr. Malkin my colleagues have never been outside." He’d recover the meeting and get it back on track, luckily Geno isn’t too irreparably weirded out...maybe.

And he isn’t, he eventually just like settles into the staff and continues to be tall and beautiful and wear very clingy soft sweaters that make Sid walk into door frames.

(They all razz Sid that he definitely heard like music playing in his head and everything went slomo when Geno walked in the first time and Sid DENYING IT SO HARD JUST BEING SO FED UP WITH THEM. //JUMP CUT BACK TO SID'S TALKING HEAD: ....it was Taylor Swift)

But they discover he also has kind of a hilarious mean streak and he’s an absolute card shark at thursday lunch poker. He’s got a giant soft spot for puppies and kittens and baby animals of all shapes and sizes - they discovered this one bleak and stressful week a blustery February where the higher ups thought it would be a good initiative to give them some office stress relief puppies.

Anyway, there’s definitely a few seasons of Sid pining, Geno and him becoming good friends only to find out Geno is dating someone that he brings to the office christmas party or something. And she’s probably super nice and reasonable and beautiful and funny.

Sid is like KIND OF GUTTED ABOUT IT, and doesn’t fess up to getting Geno this insanely wicked secret santa gift - like a pen’s massage chair that blew the office secret santa budget out of the water or something.

So anyway, probably Sid works really hard on getting over Geno, and even starts dating like a wonderful dude who’s idk a high school football coach or something, very boy next door, very sweet and handsome and thinks Sid is just ADORABLE.

And there’s probably a lot of Geno talking heads about how much he hates that guy.

And a lot of Flower and Duper and Tanger talking heads where they just sit there and silently stare at the camera like ...what the fuck did we find ourselves in the middle of. The UST is STIFLING.

Then there’s probably the episode where like they have a business trip to go on and present their findings and Sid and Geno end up in a layover in the middle of the night in like denver or some shit, throwing popcorn at each others mouths from across the isles and Sid is like:

“You know what’s funny?”

“Hm?”

“I used to have the biggest crush on you.”

“Sid?”

“Yeah it was really embarrassing, I’d walk into doors and stuff when you wore tight sweaters.”

“Very clumsy when first meet. Thought you just get better.”

“Nah, just got used to you I think.”

“Not crush any more?”

“Nah, I mean, I had to get over it, we work together, and no way in a million years would someone like you want to date someone like me.”  but before Geno can question him what that means there’s probably an announcement that distracts them and then Sid goes to the washroom and Geno gets an annoying text from Ovechkin and it’s forgotten until much later when they’re tiding up after a town hall one night and it’s clear that it’s just STRUCK Geno how beautiful and funny and amazing Sid is.

And then he’s being picked up by his boyfriend and Geno is GUTTED.

Geno is not good at being subtle, he pines as well, but on a level that CONCERNS the French Canadians who take him out and get him drunk and get the whole story about how he’s just realizing now that Sid is perfect and wants kids and would run with their dog.

Sid and the boyfriend meanwhile amicably break up because he’s been asked to coach at a higher level than high school, college I guess which is a big deal, and he needs to move, but it’s an important move for his job. He asks Sid to come with him and Sid seriously considers it for a little while, but he knows his job and his family through the job is too important to him, so they amicably break up, and because Sid isn’t very heart broken about it he doesn’t really act any different or see reason to mention it really.

Cue a lot of flirty shit happening between them that neither of them chalks up to meaning anything because Sid is “in a relationship” and Geno is “very uninterested” and the FCs LOSING THEIR MINDS OVER. At this point they are really rooting for them and don’t want to meddle - which goes against Flower’s very nature however so he definitely locks them into a utility closet together for a whole episode.

They get hangry, tempers flare, Geno kicks the door, Sid spills an entire bottle of lysol cleaner on his pants, they sit shoulder to shoulder and talk it all out and right as they’re about to kiss probably Phil opens the door looking for some toner.

Sid likely ducks out to immediately pee and like try to wash the cleaner out of his now RUINED pants and like mutter to himself in the mirror about what the fuck are you doing Crosby. He��s your best friend.

But Geno is probably definitely watching him from the door and just says “That’s best reason we should.” and then sweeps Sid into the kiss they should have had right from the beginning. And it’s all sparkles and fireworks and it’s in a grody men’s bathroom.

fin.

#Sid/geno #sidgeno #hockey rpf #fanfiction #headcanon #headcanons from the icy void #CLEANING OUT THE DRAFTS #WHY DID WE NEVER POST THIS? #IT'S SO OLD PHIL WAS STILL ON THE TEAM Y'ALL

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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader x Harry Wells: Wells-Thawne Family Holiday Headcanons

*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

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***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes​ for being my beta reader and for @tacowells101 for helping me figure out a few things for the headcanon.

Word Count: 3075

MASTERLIST

Wells-Thawne Series

Disclaimer: In some time point where the Wells boys are pulled from the void and somehow end up being part of the family. Have some holiday crack and comedy

The snow’s out, coating the area in a white and cozy blanket

Jackson and Thaddeus are out creating mayhem with Jesse in a snowball fight, huts and forts are created and everything

Vulgar language is being thrown around between the three (but they mean well and love each other)

Harry’s drinking his black coffee while standing outside in their quiet world

He’s not too bothered by the cold

Eobard’s encouraged to join only to get nailed in the face by Jack

Jack: Right on target

And before Eo can even retaliate the young adults shout to him that “powers aren’t allowed” - so Jack’s hit was purely skill

Which has Harry laughing his ass off at Thawne... which earned him a snowball to the face, knocking his glasses off and making Harry drop his mug of coffee

THIS MEANS WAR

Harry is mainly targeting Eobard - he would never throw a snowball at Jesse... and the Earth-2 genius quickly retracts that thought once his daughter dumps snow down his back

Eobard breaks the “no powers rule”

Eo: I’m the villain, I don’t abide by any rules

EVERY PERSON TO THEMSELVES - ALL HANDS ON DECK, MAN YOUR STATIONS, NO ONE IS SAFE FROM THE SNOW

You’d rather sit inside by the fire with a toasty cup of hot choco with peppermint candy in the delightful liquid and a new fantasy novel from the stack of books that you suckered Eo and Harry into getting you for your birthday that you have

HR and Sherloque had already stopped by for the month before going back on their multiverse adventure

HR’s been spinning a story based off of Sherloque’s cases on each earth - even mentioning the encounters with his version of Mori-Arte

Nash is nowhere to be seen yet

He’ll probably make himself known via a window or something

The adventurer is still adamant on not using a door

Sherloque’s on the couch, case files scattered on the coffee table while HR’s beside you making some edits to his manuscripts

Yeah, the three of you weren’t going to join in on the Icy Mayhem that is a snowball fight outside

December 24-25th (Holiday season)

Wells-Thawne Family (Team Umbress): Harry, You, Eobard, Jack, Thad, Jesse

Uncles: HR, Sherloque, Nash, and Harrison (reluctantly took the title)

The tree went up the week of the holiday season – in this household your family does not put up holiday decorations as early as other people do

Like who puts up decorations in October/November??? – because if that’s the case Halloween decorations should go up in the beginning of September

Different kinds of holiday decorations are up, not just the ‘general Christmas ones’

Hot chocolate concoctions are served (with the choice of alcohol)

Someone may have thrown a coal at Harry’s head thinking he was Eobard

And now Harry has a concussion

AND FROM WHERE DID THAT COAL COME FROM???  HR. Nash. (No one knows)

Nash definitely entered through the window (YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE; HE DOESN’T DO DOORS)

Eo: For the last time, use the fucking door. I will freaking push you out the window next time

Nash: You wouldn't dare

Harry: Yes, he fucking would dumbass

HR: it's not hard to use the door

You: Nash, you’re being extra again and that's reserved for me and Sherloque

Eo: and me!

Eobard is naturally extra AF (Look at all his plans and monologues and entrances – he just screams extra bitch energy)

You end up cleaning the snow that Nash tracked in – while muttering that he’s a dumb bitch for bringing snow into your home

Jack and Thad are telling Jesse how in their future you taught them about all the religions that associate with December, that Christianity wasn’t the only one that celebrated on that day

Jack: Mom would have a little spiel about the 15 religions that celebrate their respective holidays in December

Thad: Ashura, Bodhi Day, Hanukkah, Yalda, Yule/Winter Solistice, Zoroastrians observe the death of the prophet Zarathushtra

You are silently proud that you raised two cultured and religiously-tolerant kids

I’m just saying, Sherloque is baking in the kitchen – he’s got assorted goods and desserts before starting on the dinner with you and Jack

He has banned anyone and everyone from entering until he's done

Thad gets Jack a Percy Jackson book (as a joke gift) - Jack is going to murder his brother

HR: Hey is it just me or do you look like that Percy guy?

Cue Thad laughing his ass off and Jesse giggling

Jack: I am going to murder both of you

You: Hey, ah, uh no. Eo's job, but besides that point, not on the holidays

Jack, in retaliation, bought Thad a baby Flash onesie

Thad: What the fuck?

Jack: That is for being annoying

Eo is low-key trying to be the cool dad and Harry thinks he's the coolest dad

Harrison would humor your holiday invitation just observing and silently judging sometimes

He would not bring Tess – especially if Eobard’s present

You don't want to pressure him into conversing with everyone else; like if he wants to stay in his own little bubble and slowly mingle that's fine

After a drink of eggnog and chatting with Jack and Thad and Jesse Harrison loosens up

They sucker him into a conversation – he’s more ok with talking to Jesse and Jack and Thad, then he'll open up more to talk to all the guys

To which HR is just going over the moon because now he’s also got another new Wells buddy

Harrison is oddly weirded out by how nice HR is, but appreciate the kindness nonetheless

HR tried his very hardest not to consume as much eggnog as he had last time because he got super drunk last time and was the cutest fucking thing in the world

He wasn’t going to get this drunk early into the night not yet at least

Eo is trying to avoid Harrison because this most likely would have happened

Eo: yeah, sorry for killing your future wife and stealing your body...

Harrison: Umm....you're not forgiven. I want my face back

Eo: Bummer (Cowabummer dude, if you know then you know)

That was the hypothetical conversation that ran in your head - And then you're like "yea no… better they just avoid each other"

Nash definitely snuck didn’t sneak into the kitchen to steal some cookies and food just because he hasn’t eaten all day

Also stole bought some expensive bourbon for the dinner (which is a Wells classic alcohol choice)

You end up hearing angry French curses from the kitchen and Nash running out with a smirk to which you facepalm as an angry Frenchman walks out with a whisk in hand and flour on his apron with his hair tied in a man-bun

Sherloque: Combien de fois dois-je dire à ton cul stupide de rester en dehors de la cuisine? Tout ce que vous faites, c'est choisir ce que je fais, ce qui détourne mon attention. Sais-tu à quel point c'est putain de dur de faire du gnache avec toi en train de planer comme ça??? Je te jure que je vais te démembrer! (How many fucking times do I have to tell your stupid ass to stay out of the kitchen? All you do is pick at what I'm making which throws my focus off. Do you know how fucking hard it is to make gnache with you hovering around like that??? I swear I'm going to dismember you!)

You and HR have to physically hold Sherloque back from attempting to shove said whisk up Nash’s ass for being said ass

Nash is flicked Sherloque off and let’s just say that Harry and Eo now needed to help restrain the angered detective

Sherloque: I will fucking end you!

Jack and Thad are trying their hardest to not laugh their asses off while Jesse is sipping her eggnog, amused that her dad’s doppelgangers are so weird

Harrison is just drinking his bourbon and rolling his eyes at the chaos

Ok, but once Sherloque finishes in the kitchen he ropes the three young adults into helping set the food out

The food is immaculately made – a full buffet in the kitchen for everyone to pick and choose what to have on their dish before heading to the dining room

And before dinner could end, you and Sherloque come out with a birthday cake for Harry – who had to keep himself from rolling his eyes because he knew you this was your doing

Everyone’s singing “Happy Birthday” – you can even hear a few ‘asshole’s and ‘dumbass’s being thrown into the song in place of Harry’s name which has you giggling

The cake is magnificent with the assorted desserts

You give Harry sweet kisses once he finally blows out the candles (to which Eo had to not pout because he wants kisses too) and which Happy Birthday against his lips and he just can’t not smile

This was definitely a birthday worth remembering

He got so many gifts (mainly from Jack and Thad and Jesse), but they’re under the tree so he’s gotta wait until either 12 am or tomorrow morning to open gifts like everyone else

But really, he wants to unwrap you… Eo won’t let him without his participation though

Two dicks are better than one

Secret Santa Time! (Wrapped gifts are separate from these gifts under the holiday tree)

Eo: Received a Reverse Flash funko pop

Jesse wanted to make him something special

She had asked you subtly if he'd ever accepted handmade gifts to which you said she’d have to find out herself

Jesse being the genius that she is worked her magic in collecting the necessary materials and hammering away at a funko-like design

Eo would be lying if he said his heart didn't melt at the small gift

He totally is going to have it on his office desk

HR: Received an improved recording pen and a special leather-bound notebook

Harry found out that his last one ended up getting mainly used by Team Flash since it doubled as HR’s Transmogrifier to blend in on Earth-1

This new pen has multiple features though such as transcribing what HR had recorded onto the notebook Harry had designed

HR: Aww, Hard Hat, you do care

Harry rolls his eyes, but smile that HR (who is honestly practically his brother longer than the others) enjoyed his gift

Harry wanted to make the writing and editing process easier for HR, also as some form of payment for taking care of Jesse when she stayed on Earth-1

Jesse: Received her own flash ring

Her suit is micro-compressed in a ring customized to her liking, but activates similarly like Eobard’s and Barry’s (though Jesse did harshly decline on a speedster onesie)

Nash and Harry had worked on this project together

The adventurer only smirked when her eyes lit up

Jesse: No, you didn’t…

Nash: Who’s the greatest uncle of all time?

Harry: Shut up, you can’t take all the credit. I worked on it too

Nash: Yes, but did you think about it before me?

Harry: Yes! I was already working on a prototype for MY DAUGHTER

Nash: The technicalities aren’t worth discussing, a gift is a gift in the end and the thought is all that matters

Harry: You barely think as it is!

You: Received a photo album

It was from HR

Within the photo album was a collection of photos with little quotes or timestamps since the boys had come back and this family had fully come together

You won’t deny that a tear slipped from your eyes when you saw baby pictures of your boys

HR had Jackson and Thaddeus run back to their time and make replica’s of certain photos that they felt You, Harry, and Eobard needed to see back in the present time

You: This… I… Thank you, HR

HR: And hey, we’re all in it too. Our little dysfunction family with handsome doppelgangers – each with a song in their hearts

You noticed even a picture of Harrison and Tess was in the album…

Also You received… some sexy, black and lacy lingerie

You’re immediately hiding the gift from catching the eyes of everyone else (Eo and Harry totally saw it)

But this wasn’t from Harry and Eo… it was HR with good intentions

Eo *inside his head*: Okay but thank you for buying that though…

Harry *inside his head*: We’d have to wait for either everyone to pass out to use that or when the house is completely vacant. The latter idea is safer, but the former is much more tempting

Eo and Harry share a knowing look with each other, smug smirks when you look back at them with heated cheeks

HR gave it to you as an extra gift once the kids were out of the room because you've traumatized them enough

You: How’d you even get my size?

HR: I asked Sherloque

You: HOW THE HELL DOES SHERLOQUE KNOW MY MEASUREMENTS???

HR: Well, he is a detective, isn’t he?

You: … I hate you guys

HR: No, you don’t

Nash: Received a new, durable adventure jacket

Its meant to battle the harsh climates he finds himself into when he’s out adventuring

Jack smiled when his uncle seemed content with the material and how it went with his gear

The young genius recalled how in his present time; his uncle would complain about how light the jacket was in certain mulitverses

Jackson also made a new memory chip with enhanced energy features for Nash to use while exploring

Nash: Not bad, kid. Not bad

Jack: Received new specialized dual guns

Eobard had gotten his hands on his son’s specialized pulse guns

Instead of making upgrades to the weapons, Eo made these dual guns from scratch with refined metals and enhanced materials

He had increased the firing rate as well as amplifying the power of the pulse immitted

Eo: You might need to get used to the recoil from these. The ones you designed was pretty advanced, to say the least, but improvements will always need to be made

Jack *smiles*: Thanks dad, what else does it do?

Eo: How’d you know I’d add some more features to it?

Jack: I’m not your son for just shits and giggles

Eobard showed him how the dual guns are able to shift mechanically into short swords in case he need it for hand-to-hand combat

Eo: Should you choose to, you can activate the button along the side of the blade’s handles to fire off a pulse shockwave towards enemies, or inside if you’ve stabbed them

Sherloque: Received a Shogi Board

Both Sherloque and Eo are drawn to the Japanese-styled game the detective unwrapped

Sherloque: Zhe Game of Generals

You: Shogi was the earliest chess variant to allow captured pieces to be returned to the board by the capturing player. I thought you’d like it since it always has your head thinking

Sherloque: Care for a game, Zhawne?

Eo: Just know that I won’t be holding back

Harry and Harrison are also inclined to playing, already watching and looking through the discarded Shogi manual

You: This should keep a majority of Wells preoccupied

Thad: Received a Polaroid Camera

He’s completely over the moon over it

Sherloque ruffled his hair, telling him that not only is photography a breath-taking art style, but it captures moments that reach deep within the photographer’s heart

Best believe that Thaddeus will take multiple pictures holiday night

Thad: Jack, you’re making that ugly face again

Jack: It’s my face, asshole!

(IF YOU KNOW THE REFERENCE, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER)

Harry: Received a black carbon fiber suit

Thaddeus grinned widely as his dad eyed the suit in his hands, humoring his son

Harry: Care to explain, Thad?

Thad: The suit should protect you if you’re to go out and do all your jump-slide firing action you like to do. The carbon fibers are made from the same material as mom’s carbon suit and because Mom’s an expert at carbon manipulation she’ll be able to activate the suits defensive measure

Harry: Someone on comms will be able to tell her if I’m being attacked then, which should minimize any damage I take

Thad: You shouldn’t be hurt too badly – the carbon in your suit can be easily arranged in a diamond’s carbon struck structure as well as it can be infused with carbide. So, you should be protected against absolute cold temperatures

Harry: this is a last resort, I’ve more of a long-distance shooter

Thad: I know, but you can never be too sure with some of the metas and villains out there

Harry just grins, knowing that his son worked extra hard on the suit to make it safe for him to use

Harrison: Received a finely wrapped gift box from you

Looking inside, Harrison’s eyes widened at the gifts inside the box – he hadn’t been expecting anything

A tailored silver watch that perfectly matched a women’s silver jewelry set of diamond earrings and necklace

You: It’s for you and Tess

Harrison: …You didn’t have to

You: Yeah, but you’re a part of this family, even if you don’t want to be. I never got to meet Tess, but if things had worked out in some weird timeline way, she would have been part of our peculiar family. We’d be happy to have you over more for the other holidays or even if you want to drop by and hang out

The night ends with everyone passing out in the living room on the couches and the ground by the fireplace

Multiple pillows and blankets littered the living space – you were cuddled up between Eo and Harry on the blanketed ground

Nash, HR, and Sherloque took the couches

Jesse had her own loveseat

Jack and Thad were a bit further from the gentle flames of the fireplace

Everyone had been too tired to retire to their respective rooms in the Wells-Thawne home

Harrison had left a half hour earlier, needing to spend Tess’s last minutes before the accident happened that month

He wondered how she’d react to the gifts his “extended family” had sent to them

Harrison: Tess, I’m home

Tess: Welcome home, honey. Oh, and with gifts, I see. Lucky you

Harrison: They’re for us

Tess: Is that so? I haven’t met your extended family yet

Harrison: I doubt we’ll find the time, my love

#harrison wells #harrison wells x reader #harry wells x reader #harry wells #hr wells x reader #hr wells #sherloque wells x reader #Sherloque Wells #nash wells x reader #nash wells #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne #eowells #harribard #reverse flash #tess morgan #jesse wells #Jesse Quick #jackson wells #paladin #thaddeus thawne #kinetic #the flash #the flash cw #timeless wells

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[enters the cat door.] Pale King? :)

PK is great because while we get a lot of impressions of what he's capable of, overwhelmingly his work is left for us, self-evident and finished, in such a state that we are not given hints on how he did it or what he did. This obviously has a lot of canon significance to who he is as a person-

(especially when the nature of much of that work is itself somewhat inscrutable; how exactly does he record his voice in whispering stones that only speak to certain parties when the rest of the setting is limited to actually writing things down?)

-but basically what it amounts to is that it's headcanons all the way down, baybey.

PK is... obsessed. This, to me, is the thing that stands out to me at an immediate glance of anything he was capable of. He fashions himself as a rational arbiter; possibly even a thing emotionless, unbiased, but really, it's obvious that certain ideas drove him so powerfully that anything, including unimaginable agonies and cruelties- barely factor. His mind as we explore it has very few guards that try to drive us out and kill us, few true barriers that stop us from moving forwards- but an enormous, vicious, whirling mechanism, beautiful and terrible, that polices every inch we move. You can proceed, the white palace says, if you're perfect. If your timing is perfect, if you never dare the metal teeth that surround you, if you choose exactly the right things and move only as the space is designed to move- and if you are willing to suffer, truly and awfully, then you can proceed, the palace is yours, it is open and the barest adversity will stop you.

This is not the mind of a person who lets things go easily. This is not the mind of a person who is actually detached. This is a beautiful machine, elaborate, precisely calibrated, and it makes miracles.

And it is, quite frankly, an absolute inhospitable nightmare. It might as well be the surface of the moon, not for alienness, but for the sheer ludicrous notion that anyone could live or love there. His mind is a haunted house to end all haunted houses; it'd be a fine locale to find in Silent Hill. The few rooms that actually seem like recollections of real places- the nursery, the workshop, the throne room- are all unsettling in different ways.

The nursery is the loveliest and also the most unattainable; a place for two people who are never coming back to the person who left them behind in the first place and didn't even set a chair for himself- the workshop is cluttered, creepy and miserable, nowhere you'd expect a god to make miracles; the throne room is bleak and dark, and has pillars set like fangs and the only chair so hard and uncomfortable it won't save your progress or give your player character a second of rest.

There is only one mention, anywhere in the game, of coldness associated with anything even adjacent to PK- the description of the pale ore characterizes it as "emanating an icy chill"- and when I remind myself of this, actually go looking for it, it shocks me. PK, to me, is so powerfully and intensely an ice person. Not just in the superficial senses- oh, he's cold, oh, he's callous, oh, he suppresses his emotions and opposes the fiery, sun-aligned Radiance; but that while neither of these gods have any ability to "get over it" whatsoever, the way they hold onto things is drastically polar opposite.

Radiance boils. Simmers. Screams and writhes and rages and pulses to her emotions. Those infected by her plague begin to feel as if they are burning alive the more her influence extends. She is a heat that stokes itself higher and higher and higher, to frenzy and fury, and the coldest it can get is if she methodically banks herself down to coals to pretend for a single utilitarian moment she's not as angry as she is, so she can whisper sweet words just long enough to coax someone onto the cinders.

PK... freezes over. He holds onto things perfectly, as if they never left, as if they never changed. When you walk over the nursery memory it looks just like White Lady could come by and put an infant Hollow in the cradle and sit down to rock them to sleep. It's so clean. So expectant. So empty.

And yet, there's something completely inhospitable to life about it. How could anyone live here? How could anyone be happy here? The game Silent Hill: Shattered Memories has a theme of a happy childhood frozen over in invading ice; that's very much what comes to mind here, even if Hollow's childhood was troubled long before they'd have anything to do with this room. PK ices over, is a person who stopped his own heart at one point just to serve another purpose and, superficially indifferently, left that body behind to rot without any sort of respect or acknowledgement. @rukafais drew a headcanon a very long time ago to the idea that PK could just will his own blood to stop flowing, and that's long one I've stuck with- a living person who is at odds with himself because of this absolute glacial inhospitality.

PK is also... clever. Inventive. One could almost argue too clever for his own good. If there's one way his obsessions are utterly unaffected by this ice and sense of detachment, it's that while Radiance is revolted by, fears and hates the void, PK... was fascinated by it. It's probably the most dangerous non-Radiance thing in the kingdom to him and yet he built his palace right next to the abyss; built a great lighthouse and a smaller alcove room that- unlike the spaces in his own mind- you can actually imagine him sitting, maybe for hours, maybe for days- just staring at the void sea. Dropping things into its grasp only to fetch them back out. Pouring it into shapes, and seeing how it held.

This also seems to convey itself in the shapes that his magic takes, or that similar pale white magic in other places (such as around the dreamers' monument) form; they are extremely intricate. Impossible filigrees of light that dangle in the air. Nowhere is this more obvious than the Pure Vessel fight, the moment where Hollow is remembering what they once were- at the point they were trying to be everything PK wanted of them, everything PK cares about. Hollow's attacks in that fight are beautiful. Ornate. The temporary spikes summoned from the ground have the same woven, 'watered' pattern that we see on the Pure Nail once Ghost acquires it.

So these ideas, of PK- icy stillness, obsessive detail, and insatiable curiosity- condensed for me a lot into how I imagine him fighting or handling situations. I imagine him as fighting with a spear very keenly- not just long reach, but that I associate PK very strongly in my mind with the concept of dissection and vivisection. Everything in its place, labeled, named, and known, consecrated by the light with identity and purpose- the hungry, predatory curiosity of a hunter picking apart prey, but with enough academic backing that they're looking for something more than the juiciest pieces to eat.

So, I imagine PK fighting with spears, and impaling or cutting implements... in that I imagine him fighting like a surgeon, pinning and mounting something or herding it into place.

#Hollow Knight #the Pale King #readmore #haha imagine a lance sentry but with a boss fight's health pool and a complex attack pattern

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Stoner!Levi Ackerman Headcanons

Stoner!Levi HCs ( Levi Ackerman x AFAB!reader )

Warnings: drug use, marijuana, fluff, cuddling, spicy themes (both parties consented pre-intoxication), AFAB!reader, levi and reader are both 21+, unedited whoop whoop

Word Count: 1.0K

Author’s Note: some random thoughts that have been rollin around my brain that need to set free. please don’t read if the topic of marijuana makes you uncomfortable!! i pretty much expanded my previous “what they’re like high” HCs

Levi’s icy exterior melts when he’s high, he becomes so soft compared to his usual surly deposition. All of his tensed muscles relax and all his frustrations ease off his mind. He just feels so incredibly in the moment— peaceful.

Gets so sleepy when he smokes. He struggles to keep his eyelids open and can’t help but continue to wonder why his head feels so heavy. Don’t expect him to stay awake throughout the entire high, it’s more than likely that he’ll fall asleep within the first hour.

Levi isn’t particularly fond of the smell of weed, and he really don’t like how it stains all the furniture and his clothing. He’s a frequent customer of Bath & Body Works, owns over a dozen candles. His favorite scent is Champagne Toast, he has three candles in this scent.

Doesn’t experience bad cases of the munchies, but definitely gets some serious cotton mouth. Drinks an alarming amount of water and Gatorade. Also, he’ll love you forever if you pick him up a Slurpee on your way home from work. He likes a mixture of cherry and blue raspberry, but if one of the flavors is out, he just wants it to be all Coca-Cola flavor.

But if he does have the munchies, he’s going to either want chips or candy. It really depends on his mood, so make sure you have him clarify before you drive over to 7-Eleven. If he wants chips, he’ll definitely want Takis or Flamin’ Hot Funyuns. If he wants candy, he’ll either want something sour or something sweet— but never chocolate, it makes his cotton mouth worse. His favorite sour candy for the munchies is Sour Patch Kids, and for sweet candy he really likes Jolly Ranchers.

He definitely gets clingier when he’s high. Even if you have some friends over, he doesn’t seem to mind PDA as much as he usually does. Hold his hand as your rub circles on his palm with your thumb, let him throw an arm over your shoulder as you watch as stupid movie— Superbad is his favorite movie to watch while tripping. If he decides that he needs to lay down, please lay down with him or at the very least let him rest his head on your lap. He will appreciate it if you play with his hair to help lull him to sleep.

He tends to ramble quite a bit when high, though he does go through strange periods of time when he falls super silent out of the blue and opts to stare off into the void. He might feel like opening up and letting some weight off his chest. Regardless of whether or not you’re high, don’t waste time trying to give him advice. Your best option is just to listen, nod, and offer him some random yet sweet sentiments if the topic gets a little heavy.

With Levi, it’s really hit or miss depending on whether or not he’s going to have a bad trip. He’s horrible at knowing his limits and often over does it. If he starts to get overwhelmed, just put on a mindless movie to distract him and try to get him to fall asleep. If you’re lucky, he’ll wake up by the time the high has worn off.

Levi gets really sentimental and appreciative when he’s high, almost to the point where he turns into a romantic. Any act of kindness you offer him, he’ll take it to heart. Little things like pouring him a glass of water or wrapping his favorite blanket around him is enough for him to start telling you how much he loves you and how he couldn’t live without you. But with his emotions being so heightened when he smokes, please be careful with him, he feels vulnerable. Try to keep the conversations light because he’ll dwell on the subject for hours after.

Levi’s mind has trouble connecting the dots when he’s high, so little revelations blow his mind. He will over analyze just about everything, so try not to play a heavy or dramatic film. Again, try to keep the topics of the evening light. When he’s tripping, even the smallest, most obvious discovery feels monumental to him. Just smile and nod if he starts to make zero sense.

Now is your time to call him all the embarrassing nicknames you want without having him roll his eyes or make a jab at you. Call him your sweetheart, darling, short stuff, handsome, sweetie, hot stuff, baby, sweet boy— pretty much any name that you wanted to call him but couldn’t without facing his wrath.

Levi can get pretty handsy when he’s high. He usually won’t try anything too cheeky, but will definitely be feeling you up the entire movie. Grabbing handfuls of your thighs so that he can pull you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing— literally just wants to feel close to you. On top of that, he will definitely be groping your breasts the majority of the movie. This motherfucker must think that your tits are stress balls because he will not take his hands off them.

If he isn’t experiencing some serious cotton mouth, he wouldn’t mind a lazy make out season. He’ll want to be in control but he’s secretly putty in your hands and will let you subtly dominate the situation.

Dresses super comfy, will most likely be wearing a large hoodie and gray sweatpants. Feel free to steal some of his clothes, he’ll think it’s cute and probably make some mindless joke about you two matching or you being a “mini-me”. Yes, in case you haven’t been paying attention, this man is adorable when high.

#levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #fanfic #fanfiction #tw drug use #cw drug use #tw marijuana #cw marijuana #corrupt-fvcker #my writing #self insert #reader insert #stoner!levi #stoner!levi x reader

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

#my headcanons #making that a tab cause this was fun to write #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp headcanons #dsmp headcanons #dsmp species #dream smp species #the whole dsmp cast #literally all of them #excluding npcs #but including Mexican dream and Drista technically! #under a read more because LONG #i wasn’t joking when I said I did everyone

[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

Whumptober 7

The other one my brother chose for me. He decided to be nice and give me my favorite ninja. (also he’s a history nerd and a smartass. When I asked him to name a ninja he said Hattori Hanzō and then he got off in the weeds where he couldn’t remember if it was him or Fūma Kotarō that used pyrotechnics, so he was thinking about fire and ninja anyways.)

I had a bit of trouble pinning down a direction to take this. I had a perfect one, but it was too much to fit into one snippet and I didn’t have a way to cut it down without leaving a lot of confusion, so I had to figure something else out. We ended up with this. Not the longest, but not bad.

Prompt: Numbness

Randomly Selected Whumpee: Kai

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It wasn’t like vengestone. His fire was suppressed or dulled, it was gone. He could feel the empty void where it belonged. It was hard to focus with such a large piece missing, and was only getting harder the longer he went.

Vengestone always made him feel cold, but having his powers taken away was an icy numbness in his deepest self. A void that sucked everything in from the rest of him. A cold, indifferent apathy that was trying to drag everything into it’s depths.

It was hard to not let the numbness take over. The temptation to stop caring was virtually the only thing he could still feel. He could just stop. He could just let the others handle it and go sit down; do nothing for a while. Doing nothing sounded so nice.

Some weak part of him was angry with himself. Even without his fire, he was still a ninja. Ninja never quit.

But the giant gaping absence in his chest was demanding he do that.

It was too hard to not give up. Ever feeling he had to focus on was numbing beyond use. All he could feel was the sinking. There was a hole in him and it was getting so hard to keep himself from falling in.

It was sheer stubbornness that kept him upright. He had no passion, no drive, and no fire. The only reason he hadn’t let the numbness take over was that he just didn’t want to let something else win. Some tiny embers of spite fueled him just enough for that.

They wouldn’t last long. Kai knew that. It was only a matter of time before he completely numbed.

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So headcanon. Taking an element away from it’s master has adverse effects that depend on the element. It’s not noticeable at first, but it gets worse and worse the longer the master goes without their element.

-Ivy

#Mod Ivy #ninjago #lego ninjago #blursed ninjago snippets #whumptober

[yume-x-hanabi]

Fanfic End-of-Year Meme

It’s always fun to look back at what you did through a whole year and see your progress.

Looking at posts from last year, it seems I wrote about the same amount as in 2020. Concubinage definitely makes up the majority of it, though I did write a number of one-shots, usually for events and exchanges. Looking at the calendar, it’s quite clear my main obstacles are work-life balance and seasonal depression. Hopefully this year I won’t lose steam during Feb-March!

Fic round-up and meme questions under read more.

Fic Round-Up

Concubinage: 84k | WIP | Gaius/Wingul | Canon divergence | E My pre-game gaiwin arranged marriage AU I started in 2020. I wrote about 40k more in 2021, and it’s still far from finished. It’s quite fun to have such a big project spanning many years.

Date: 1.6k | One-shot | Gaius/Wingul | Modern AU | T This one is a prompt fill from the Tales of Prompts collection. Just some fun modern gaiwin as teachers on a coffee date. I actually have a whole lot of headcanons for that verse, and have been planning with Emily to integrate Abyss characters in it. Hopefully we can add to it in the coming year.

Steamy Dumplings: 3.4k | One-shot | Gaius/Wingul | Pre-canon | E Just some onsen pwp. Also my first independent smut fic (by the time I wrote this Concubinage had one smut chapter). I was. REALLY self-conscious about it, but everyone was so nice and encouraging, it’s really made me enjoy delving into spicy writing from time to time.

like petals scattering in the void: 651 | One-shot | Gaius/Wingul | Canon-verse angst | T Gaius meets different Winguls in fractured dimensions. Sometimes, just sometimes, I acknowledge Wingul’s canon fate and make myself sad. This is one such instance.

Strategic Balance: 1.5k | One-shot | Gaius/Wingul | Modern AU | G My gift to Emily for the Rarepairs Exchange. Modern gaiwin on an ice-skating date, aka just them being competitive dorks again. I love how pretty much every comment is a variation of “of course gaius would plan a date at the ice cream parlor during a blizzard” 😂 Glad we agree this man is ridiculous.

Icy Relations: 1.8k | One-shot | Gaius/Wingul | Food play | E My contribution to the Spicy Cocktail prompt event. Just some fun pwp. Fun fact food play isn’t even my thing, but somehow, this prompt just worked great 😆

Big Boys Don’t Cry: 1.9k | One-shot | Jiao | Kidfic | G Gasp! Something not gaiwin! Some Jiao-centric childhood adventure for day 3 of Xillia Week. Jiao is neat there should be more of him ;A;

Tasked failed successfully: 922 | One-shot | Gaius, Wingul | Humor | G Gaius failing at technology (what else is new) for day 5 of Xillia Week.

Resting in a Dream: 1.3k | WIP | Gaius/Wingul | Reincarnation AU | M I’ve always wanted to write a reincarnation AU because come on, it’s a canon concept. Set in what looks like a modern AU but is actually the far future. I have a whole lot of background and headcanons planned for this, but sadly I haven’t had much time to write more. Hopefully this year will see more updates :3

Even heroes need a break: 5.2k | One-shot | Leia/Nova | Action | T My Secret Santa gift to Joanna. Leia/Nova & Elle on some dangerous fun adventure. Leia is so fun to write! Confession tho: I barely remember writing it. I caught covid at the beginning of the holidays and my brain was half-fried while I got down to writing it. I thought I wouldn’t make the deadline, but somehow I did and it turned out all right and ngl I’m a bit amazed at this feat, I thought I wouldn’t be capable 😅

And now for the meme questions~

Favorite fic you wrote this year

Still Concubinage. Lots of good arcs that were really fun to write. Can't wait to see how the fic develops in 2022!

Least favorite fic you wrote this year

I'd say Big Boys Don't Cry. It’s not that I don’t like it, but it’s the one I’m less sure about, especially because I’m not used to kid pov...

Favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Last scene of Concubinage's chapter 22 (not quoting it bc spoilers). I am weak to hurt/comfort ;A;

Number of words written

*points above* This is similar to last year. I hope I can top it this year...

Most popular fic this year

Still Concubinage, but it's a long WIP, so that makes sense. If I look at those started in 2021:

by hits: Steamy Dumplings (89)

by kudos: Strategic Balance (14)

by comments: Strategic Balance (7)

by bookmarks: Icy Relations (5) 

Least popular fic this year

The secret santa fic bc it's just been posted, so taking it out:

hits: Resting in a Dream (28)

kudos: Big Boys Don't Cry & Date (7 each)

comments: Resting in a Dream (3)

bookmarks: Resting in a Dream (1) 

Favorite fandom to write for

Xillia, as usual 😄

Favorite character to write

Gaius and Wingul, as usual XD Though Leia's POV is very fun too! 

Writing song inspiration

I still mostly only listen to Dreamcatcher and Wagakki Band (+ some random instrumentals).

A new kink you wrote by surprise

The Spicy Cocktail prompt got me to write food play XD Not exactly my thing, but in this context it was fun.

Something you discovered about writing

My inspiration/motivation is extremely season-dependant and that's something I hope to change this year.

Current number of WIPs

Posted and in dire need of updating: 3

In drafts: at least 5 projects, idk

Most memorable comment or review you got this year

IDK THEY'RE ALL GREAT DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE I treasure every single one of them and frequently go back to reread them 🥰

Favorite fic you read this year

I’ll make a rec post at some point because there’s too many, I can’t choose.

Favorite author you read this year

*waves at the Xillia Squad*

Longest fic you wrote this year

Concubinage obvs, with 43,504 words posted in 2021 (84,136 total so far) One-shot wise, Heroes (5,231 words). It seems to be a pattern that I am incapable of writing short things for secret santas 😂

Shortest fic you wrote this year

Like petals scattering in the void, 651 words.

How many fandoms did you write for this year

Xillia, Xillia, always Xillia

Favorite fandom event you participated in this year

OH BOY they were all fun! Rarepairs was great, but I gotta say I loved Spicy Cocktail for the sheer amount of shameless fun. I've really come a long way when it comes to spicy fics, and this definitely helped 😂

Also Xillia Week is great as always, tho this year I didn't really manage to participate in the way I wanted (too busy). I also feel there were less participants this year? Wonder what I can do to promote it better...

Favorite fandom to read fic for this year

Aand that's another Xillia answer haha. I've more or less completely stopped reading for md*zs, tho I still follow a couple WIPs (I'm behind tho orz). otoh I read a few more different Tales, usually stuff from exchanges/events (& friends).

#yume fanfiction #ask meme #end of year round-up #im proud of my progress tbh #hoping 2022 is even better

[nrth-wind-a]

[pride? 👀]

Sin Meme II Headcanon or Drabble II Accepting --

Skrael growled from where he had fallen to one knee in the snow. Damn. It had clipped him, and when his fingers came away from the long, curling scratch down his cheek—so dangerously close to his eyes—they came back icy.

Hm.

A town nearby had been plagued by nightmares for months, according to those brave enough to seek him out; they’d come bearing offerings and begs for his aid, despite his cruel, sharpened reputation.

If they were desperate enough to go to him for help…

He had only been curious. He had promised nothing. He’d swiped just the meat from everything they’d left, to act as a lure for the beast which had taken up residence in a labyrinth of caves that spiraled all under the hills within which the humans had nestled themselves.

He’d drawn it out only to speak with it, though, truly.

Diplomacy had not been its primary form of communication, evidently.

So, fine, the thing had gotten in a lucky shot.

“You are lost.” He snarled at the creature, which was all void and shade, teeth and claws, “I am trying to help you.”

It gave a high wail and shot forward, grabbing his shoulders with its taloned, bony hands, and the pair flew backward, Skrael’s fingers slipping on his staff.

He had only a moment to watch it spin out into the snow, before he himself was crashing into the ice and frost, hard enough for his head to begin to pound. Shit. This was starting to get frustrating.

Through gritted teeth, he spat, “They would have me kill you! I only seek to return you to the shadows, your home.”

Its long muzzle opened, thick with saliva and a whetted tongue, and the thing screamed into his face.

Skrael sighed. His staff would be helpful right then.

As he shot both of his hands up to grip its jaws, pry them open, to keep them from snapping his head off, he gave a short yell with the effort, and expelled ice from his fingers, trying to startle it off of him.

It worked for just the briefest moment—only long enough for Skrael to scramble out from under the beast—but he was not fast enough to stop it from shaking loose the magic along its snout, as Skrael found himself having to race the beast to his staff.

Using a burst of wind to boost his movement, he flew toward it and made a dive, grabbing it as he rolled over himself to a halt, back on the ground. Planting his feet, he gave the staff a two-handed swing, arcing cold at its feet, going to flash-freeze the thing in place.

Feral eyes widened, and the creature leapt away from the attack, lurching on its two, clawed feet, to glare at Skrael.

It was fast. Faster than Skrael had expected.

Skrael, who hardly had time to ready a defensive shield, before the thing lunged once more.

—

When Skrael limped back into his cave that night, covered in stinging wounds and leaking a flurry of snow, he sat heavily against one wall and closed his eyes, head thudding against the ice. He’d underestimated the creature, and now it was on a rampage.

Shivering, he tried not to think of what he’d just allowed loose near humans, near a village that held promising mages, full of potential and hope.

He had tried, he swore, later, to no one but the stars. He had tried, and he was sorry.

#// finally.... i get to use my hc about the order not actually being the apex predators of the magic world........ #// yessssssss #// shadow realm creatures are nothing to sneeze at skrael #ask #flamekeeperbellroc #// thank you for this ask this was such a fun one to do! #// sorry if it's not uh.... what u expected lol sklfjs

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Me ooc-headcanoning Idril:

She had extreme talents in foresight dreams and her foresight was exclusively over BAD THINGS

At the same time she had extremely vivid nightmares

The issue was she could not differentiate between the two; she tried and tried but she just could not

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Nobody could help her because no one had such strong foresight and such horrifying nightmares. Her talent and fear and anxiety was her own and nobody could relate

The worst was she constantly fell for self-fulfilling prophecy. Her attempts to avoid dooms led to exact those dooms

And she could not know if the dooms she tried to avoid was visions or just nightmares

What if she caused disasters because of some silly nightmares? From this angle people keeping reassuring her “that’s just a nightmare” never felt reassuring to her.

If she acted over a dream, she might be overreacting based on a mere nightmare. If she not acted over a dream, she might be ignoring a real foresight

To act or to not act. She was well aware of both options being a choice. And she had to choose. She would love existentialism.

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Idril’s possible foresight/nightmare tragedy list:

She followed her parents to cross the ice because she saw her mother drowning in icy water and she wanted to stop that from happening. She ended up falling into crack herself and her mother jumped in to save her and drowned.

She saw the Unnumbered Tears failing in dream and urged Turgon to send troops. The battle still lose and Gondolin did not lose no people and they might got discovered might not.

Maeglin. She would never know if her dream was a nightmare or a foresight. If she treated it as a foresight she should have someone seriously investigate the issue. She did dig that tunnel but afterwards she always wondered if she could do something more. She was warned. She knew. (She had a bad case of survivor’s guilt over the Fall of Gondolin.)

She saw her son walking alone in darkness. And Sirion in fire and Elwing falling over a cliff. She thought it meant Morgoth. She sailed with her husband hoping to beg for help from the west. Earendil ended up sailing frequently to find his lost parents. And the city got Sons-of-Feanored and they chose to attack specifically when Earendil was away. Earendil ended up sailing the Void with Silmaril.

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I absolutely do not fancy the canon’s portray of Idril as wise and self-confident and perfect daughter & wife & mother

That’s how in-universe Middle Earth historians wrote her when she was not there to testify the truth

She was walking in fog and she had people to lead. She could see the way better than other people and great abilities meant great responsibilities. Her power forced her to be the leader.

And she made mistakes because although she saw further she could never see the full picture. She had to make decisions and sometimes bad decisions and she had to accept the consequences of her bad decision and kept moving on because she was the guide and people followed her steps. She had a lot of fear but she forced herself to be brave. And she carried all the guilts.

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I headcanon that one of the reasons she loved Tuor was because Tuor did not just want her to guide him. Tuor saw her as sun but he did not just want to be guided by the sun. He wanted to protect her too, even he knew he was just a mortal human at least 20 times younger than her and she would outlive him she was older than the sun. A moth hopeless ensnared by an eternal sun.

He could not help her with her nightmares but he could comfort her and reassure her and help her and stay with her as long as his Fate allowed. As a mortal man he knew the fear of bad decisions causing irreversible tragedies probably more intense than many elves, but he knew how to move on with burdens too.

#tolkien #silmarillion #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion headcanon #silm headcanon #idril #tuor

[solariaswitch]

How do you hd Bloom's sexuality and her attitude towards Icy? Things are clear with Icy (I mean her obsession, behaviour and dozen more aspects towards Bloom provide a huge hint to her lesbian nature) what about Bloom? I've seen many people headcanon her as straight, a bit homophobic person.The point is would Bloom be upset if Icy suddenly disappears from her life? I bet Icy would (like every time trix broke out the jail and were eager for winx)' cause Bloom is literally the center of Icy's life

Thank you anon for a very interesting question!

I think that with Bloom’s sexuality, canon really doesn’t give us anything to go off of. She expresses attraction to Sky but many people have pointed out have very little screen chemistry (their relationships seem plain and flavorless in comparison to any of the other Winx relationships). She has a close bond to Stella but nothing in it gives us direct hints at something other than a platonic, close friendship. I think that this is because the writers were scared to give Bloom too much personality since she was supposed to be the character that the young girls who watched the show could project themselves onto. In canon, I think all characters are straight, but that’s only because the writers are cowards and lazy. I don’t think she’d be homophobic, maybe a little clueless but never hateful or ill-intended. 

BUT, let’s look past the (very weak characterization in) canon. When it comes to her sexuality, I headcanon her as bi, without much of a preference for either gender. I don’t think she’s in denial about it, just oblivious and the type of person to think that the way she sometimes feels about girls is something that every girl feels.  Since she is shown to be temperamental, I believe she can’t draw the line between what feelings towards Icy stem from anger and which ones stem from attraction. 

I think that if Icy were to disappear suddenly from Bloom’s life, Bloom would. start to question what it is that she really feels for Icy. I do think Icy’s absence would leave a void in Bloom of some sort. In the beginning, she might not question it and the relief of not having to fight Icy anymore would be too great to reflect, but as months passes by, Icy would appear in her dreams and thoughts more and more. These dreams would be about the two of them clearing things up, and Bloom wonders why she has these dreams about getting along with her nemesis, even being happy to see her. She would sooner or later, with some perspective, be able to finally differentiate between what feelings were hate and which were love, but in order for Bloom to figure that out, she would need to go through a lot of retrospection. I also think that she would be ashamed to ever talk about her attraction to Icy, and she would not talk about it with her friends at all. 

#asks #anon #bloom x icy

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Following your Darcy headcanon, can you make ones for Icy and Stormy?

Sure! I’ll do Stormy first.

- She’s the youngest Trix and she hates it.

- Her real name is Elektra. Icy gave her the nickname ‘Stormy’ after they met in CT, because she thought it was fitting for her personality and powerset. She decided to keep it as her witch name because it sounded cool.

- She’s from Andros. Her family is related to Andros’ royal family and is pretty wealthy and influential in the political scene.

- Fuck canon, she’s a POC.

- She’s half siren and shares many physical similarities with them, except of course the tail. Like Darcy, she hides her true appearance behind a glamour, but she’s known to remove it just to see other people’s reaction.

- She started school one year before her peers so in s1 she was a junior, just like Darcy, and not a sophomore.

- She met Icy and Darcy in CT. She used to share her room with Mirta and Lucy, but after becoming friends with the rest of the Trix, she bugged Griffin until she gave her permission to move in with them.

- She and Lucy used to be close, but becoming a Trix meant giving up her friendship with her. She never regretted her choice.

- She’s 156 cm/5′11″. Icy likes to use her head as an arm rest.

- She’s chubby and Darcy often uses her thighs as a pillow.

- She’s quite fond of Darcy and allows her to do a lot of things that others wouldn’t even dream of doing, like touching her hair or pinching her cheeks. She tries to look annoyed, but she actually enjoys the attention she gets from her.

- She has ADHD.

- Despite what many think she’s actually really smart, but her impulsiveness always gets ahead of her.

- Her creativity has no limits.

- She’s good at styling other people’s hair. Icy’s hair wouldn’t look that good without Stormy’s help.

- She’s an ace lesbian.

- In her spare time she plays videogames and she’s good at them too. She can go on for hours without stopping. Sometimes Icy joins in, when she’s got nothing better to do. Darcy discovered League of Legends thanks to her and got obsessed with it.

- She’s a good hacker. She may or may not have hacked Tecna’s pc more than once just for laughs.

- As an half siren, her voice is mesmerizing. The first time Darcy heard her sing, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared into the void for two solid minutes.

- Worst. Driver. Ever. She so reckless that Icy refuses to let her drive and Darcy keeps wondering how she got her driving licence and if she knows what the words ‘speed limit’ mean.

- She tells the best jokes. Even Icy cracks a smile when she hears them.

- She listens to both metal and dubstep. Death metal is her favourite subgenre.

- She has a huge fish tank in her room, with lots of exotic and colorful fishes in it.

- She has a Venus flytrap on her nightstand. She treats it like her baby and wouldn’t let anyone touch it.

#stormy trix #stormy headcanons #winx trix #the trix #winx