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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Wedding March / Diego Hargreeves Headcanons

Request: hi! could you do a hc about your wedding day w diego hargreeves (tua)? thanks a lot!

Yess ya gal seriously cannot wait for Season 2!!

Please comment/reblog/request, they really do help me keep writing! <3

Before anyone even gets to the venue, Luther has to stop Klaus from sneaking off from helping setting up to either smoke a blunt and stick it in the back of the cake, despite Ben crying out in shame every time, or to down a glass or two from the Champagne tower.

‘Klaus stop eating the cake!’

‘EW CAWNT STAP ME.’

‘Stop talking with your mouth full!’

Diego wanted to get married at the house, but Vanya managed to convince him to get married at this beautiful spot she loves to go to to escape and practice playing the violin. Scarlet and gold swirls paint the blue autumn sky, flying in between the puffing clouds, next to a beautiful swirling azure of water.

The whole night before, Diego locked himself away in his room because his stutter had come back, the poor man is so nervous. He had sneaked off to your room, knocking softly on the door, waiting for your answer. Although Allison shouts at him to go away from the other side, your hand slides through the gap on the door, making him slide onto his knees and reach his fingers out until they brush yours.

‘I l-lov-v’

‘It’s okay Diego, I know.’

Grace stays with him the whole night. She pretends it’s to stop him from growing crazy and throwing a knife into every corner of the room they’re paying for, but in reality, he needs his mom’s comfort to help him relax.

You refused to get married unless Five and Klaus were flower boys. Klaus skips down the aisle, flowering petals out over the audience as he hums to himself, but Five’s back is hunched as he throws one handful over his shoulders, thumping down the aisle with a grumble.

The softly rolling dune hills of green sing so sweetly over the light gusting breeze, the light chatter of excited guests filling the chill dusk air as they sit on the wicker chairs upon this primrose flowers, a steady warmth tickling them as they wait anxiously for you to arrive.

Already the stars glow as if they have kept a pocket of the daytime to shine all through the night sky. Klaus’ shoulder bumps comfortably against Diego’s, his white suit bright against the glittering water as he winks at him, a knowing smile lining his face as he glances back at Dave in the front row.

Vanya glances behind him, looking expectantly down the red velvet carpet that rolls over the grass down to the waterfront, biting her lip as she twiddles with her flowers and turns back to Diego, saying softly, ‘don’t look now, but your future wife is coming.’

Luther turns around from the front row when he hears his sister’s words, a bright, giddy smile on his face and tears streaming down his cheeks. He doesn’t notice Five rolls his eyes as his monkey shoulders bump into his, knocking him into Dolores’ seat and making him lift her up in apology, fixing down her special occasion sequin shirt.

Diego’s heart starts to thunder so loud he fears the guests may run in fear, his chest constricting slightly and his hands starting to shake as they fiddle with the bottom button of his black suit jacket, his bowtie ruffling lightly with his music as his suit underneath sticks to his back as the orchestra begins to bounce into life.

The bundle of Roses you hold tight in your white knuckles shuffle slightly as you begin to walk down the aisle. Your eyes start to blur up, fear and excitement and such violent love fizzing in the pit of your stomach you feel you might faint as Allison pats your hand gingerly, winking at you with a beaming smile as she sucks lightly on her lips, promising herself that she wasn’t going to cry...yet.

When you finally make it to Diego, the boy’s a shaking mess. He entangles your fingers within his, his thumb stroking over knuckles as he turns to you quickly with a dopey smile, managing to warble out a ‘you look so, so beyond beautiful’ despite the constricting of his throat and the wiggle of the eyebrows he gets from Klaus.

Diego lets one sneaky tear drop down his cheek, but wipes it away before any of his siblings can notice it.

When it’s time for the vows, Diego swallows thickly, gazing into your eyes like a man desperate for water as his heart kicks up a notch, closing his eyes in bliss and nerves for a second as he listens to his heart, trembling out a breath as he begins.

‘Y/n, for the longest time now, you have en-captured my heart. I don’t know who I am without you anymore, because you are me, and every single fibre of my being belongs to you. I know I’m not always easy, or kind, or good, but I know for certain that I’ll never meet anyone I want to spend every second of my day with more than you.’

'WHOO PARTY TIME!’

‘Klaus, shut up!’

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miss-ps-home-4-peculiar-thots · 7 years

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Miss Ostrich HC's

Okay guys. Guess what I did! So for those of you who don't know, someone ( @siickbee2 ) asked a rather important question: Is there an ostrich ymbryne? It kind've just escalated in what's left of the MPHFPC fandom. So naturally, I created some HC's for it. Slight cursing by the way! I'm not sorry man. ___________________________________________________ Miss Ostrich HC’s • Her name is Winona Beatrice Ostrich • She's great, man • Natural born British Lady™ • She's like 64 years old • Has a loop in 1773 that's in Stockport, Manchester I think it's autumn in the loop? Like October 17th?? Yeah let's go with that • She's a badass though • Doesn't take people's shit • Hosts yearly “meet ‘n greets” with the other ymbrynes and their peculiar children • She's strict, but lovable • If you're on her good side, she's really nice to you and treats you like on of her own • She can knit AND bake some bomb ass cookies (and has a secret gun stash under her bed but shhhhhh) • Pretty smart too (she sometimes coaches a rugby team) • Pretty old school though • The whole “boys pull out the chairs for girls at the table and ladies first” thing • That's just because she was born back in the early 1700's • Both her parents were peculiar also which is really REALLY rare • She takes great pride in her family tree and where she's from • Is more of an ‘eye for an eye’ kinda gal • Her favorite color is peach • She isn't that much of a jokester, but absolutely loves people's reaction when she turns into an Ostrich • Back in her younger years, she was embarrassed of it • Now she embraces it • “Get your head out of the clouds” “Yeah, and get it into the ground” “WINONA” • Always has her hair up • A bit of a perfectionist • By a bit I mean a lot • Loves her Loop and all of her wards • Helps teach some young ymbrynes how to create loops, take care of wards, and things such as that • A great baker, not that good of a cook though • May be old school, but accepting of all • Doesn't really question people, unless you are doing something completely reckless that might endanger others • Big fan of swing music • Also LIVES for theatre! • She sometimes directs little plays that her wards perform! OH MY GOODNESS THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE YES • Her favorites are Amadeus, Matilda, and MARY POPPINS because yes • Has her wards go out and see what new plays the modern world has created • She's just a great, strict, tough, kind, accepting, strong old lady and she's great okay • Ransom Riggs, if you are reading this can you please make another book series for Miss Ostrich and her peculiar children???

#Miss Ostrich #i can't believe i did this #mphfpc headcanons #mphfpc #mohfpc #why?

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lunuanaki · 7 years

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hc; velka + the gods

This is an edited version of a post sent to sosayethlight as part of our “let’s shoot the shit about gods” discussion, and it is massive. Don’t embark on this if you’re not ready for an extensive description of Velka’s presence as a religious figure. All headcanon, as usual, because we’re supposed to be doing the fun here, not creating a wiki.

G-mun’s original question, in summary, was “What do Velka’s holidays look? What gifts are left at her shrines, or simply placed out for her; if such things are done? What do her worshippers expect from her? What do these worshippers look like, when they aren’t pardoners… And are they worshippers, or propitators?”

The thing that underpins my entire interpretation of the gods is my pre-existing knowledge of the norse pantheon and my inability not to match them up to one another. Solaire is an obvious Thor character, a well meaning, headstrong warrior with a love of fun, wine and bashing stuff; selfless to a fault but also somehow really kind of tunnel-vision in how he goes about things. Gwyn is my Odin, self sacrificing father-figure, though Gwyn sacrificed his whole being rather than his eye. They’re both equally ominous, you can never be quite sure of his reasoning or whether he’d put his love for his family over his own power. Gwynevere is my Idun, not a fighter, but no less important - she’s a mellow, sunny kind of gal who looks after things, in Idun’s case it would be her apples, and by extension, her family, in Gwynevere’s case, it would be her people - and also her family. Gwyndolin, oh man, I love to picture Gwyndolin as a twisted Baldr, bitter and blind to his own beauty, fragile in comparison to other gods, but still a god himself. Let’s throw in an honourable mention to Sif, who is named after one norse god, but who bears a striking resemblance to the Fenris-wolf.

So, where does Velka fit in here?

Velka is my Loki. I cannot even begin to explain my thoughts on Loki - but Velka is controversial, misunderstood, indifferent to people’s petty emotional struggles, a true neutral with no time for niceties. She is a spy, not a fighter; a joker, an overlooked observer who is rarely taken as seriously as she should be. She could rival Gwyn if she had the mind to, but as Loki owes much to Odin, so does Velka feel a sense of loyalty to Gwyn - so that wouldn’t happen, despite any trouble she might cause. She is balance, justice and truth at all costs. Like Loki, she has two aspects; one is the judge, and if she were only this aspect, she’d be a respected patron deity. This aspect is all about justice and fairness, an ideal patron for anyone interested in law or charity work. But her second aspect overshadows the first by miles, and that is her equivalent world-breaker aspect. This is what I meant by “at all costs”. Do not pray to her for help in overcoming an enemy if you hold a shred of blame yourself. Do not ask her to fix anything for you unless you’re prepared for her to burn down your current life and rebuild it. You should, as one of her followers, aspire to possess the self-assurance to objectively judge and fix your own life. Ask her to remove one harmful influence for you, and she will destroy it to remove them all at once. She is not a believer in painting over damaged walls. Her destruction is always in the name of fairness, though - she will never put you through more than she believes you are capable of taking. Stay with her and follow her guidance, and the result will be better than you could have imagined. You will go through hell - but keep going.

Because she is not a god you can just ask for things from, less clever newcomers to her service have often been burned by unexpected side effects of her influence. Their outrage and displeasure spreads like wildfire and by now, her worshippers are a handful of invisible, understanding individuals, who respect the good and the damage she can do. To the wider population, Velka is the patron of stupid edgy teenagers. If you imagine slightly ignorant old people irl who think satan worship is about being vocally alternative and goth and cool, this is pretty much how Velka and her followers are seen. Most see no reason to admire her when there are more accessible, “family friendly” gods to turn their attention to, so they dismiss anyone who does as either a fool or potentially dangerous. In reality, they’re a group of misfits - their lives have taken turns that led to her, and there are as many examples of events that might cause that as there are people. They tend to be highly individualistic, non-traditional and are often, but certainly not always, “undesirables”. So, to return to what you actually asked, Velka’s holidays are near-invisible. More social events are organised quietly - not in secret, anyone is welcome to join, though few dare approach to find out how, which doesn’t help their reputation for secrecy. Often, they will take the form of masked balls or similar, since your face and status aren’t as important as your actions and intent. Velka is an admirer of anything extravagant, so costumes, food and copious amounts of wine are often involved. As long as her followers’ personal freedoms don’t impinge on anyone else’s, they are free to do whatever they like, provided it doesn’t do undeserved harm - so these parties are in no way over-formal or sober. The timing would likely be somewhere around Halloween, for the likeness of the longer nights, clear autumn skies and full moons to her Carim home. It bears a few more similarities as well, in that she finds graveyards and places with links to death to be ideal settings due to their constant background reminder that all of those present will die - none are above one another in that regard, death is the ultimate equaliser. The gathering itself is a dedication to her, so no additional offering is required, so long as they acknowledge that their way of life and their presence there is granted by her and approved by no one else. Whether or not they are worshippers is entirely down to them - if they see themselves as such, then they are. If they prefer to think of themselves as followers, or something else, that’s fine, too. Her heavy emphasis on freedom and personal choice means they are comfortable with each others’ differences, and there’s very little infighting over who does it “right”. She would never say it because she truly believes all her followers equal, but she finds her solitary followers to be a little more equal than the others; these are the ones who might join in with the festivities, but they feel closest to her when alone. These are the ones who are likely to become full time pardoners, and only the best of them are brought to her and given control of a regional church of hers. Their private rituals don’t follow a set pattern, but always have an emphasis on cleansing (rock salt and sage are common choices). Their shrines to her are often unmarked, as it started off as a safety measure to hide from less tolerant objectors and became a tradition that fit in nicely with the reasoning behind the masks. The colours associated with her are deep reds (courage and vitality - the darker shades another reminder of mortality in their resemblance to blood) and purples (mystery, royalty, spirituality, connection with intuition), though mostly black (death, stealth, stability) and silver (an opposite to Gwyn and the sun-gods’ gold). These can be incorporated in any number of ways, but are commonly added using candles of one or all of those colours, altar cloths or gemstones. Typically, any rituals in her name are done after dark and are meditative in purpose. This is why these followers are so valuable to her - their introspection and focus on applying her ideals to themselves before trying to project them outwardly makes them perfect candidates for the inner circle that makes up her “official” covenant. Their private rituals might be simply as described, or they might intensify them by fasting beforehand or using any other method they find improves it for them personally. It’s typically a much, much more intimate experience than the organised gatherings. This intimacy is reinforced for anyone who makes it to pardoner rank, as their confessionals are off-limits to other pardoners and to anyone else they don’t choose to admit, meaning their space is theirs alone and dedicated to her. Because of her rejection of specified gender roles, she’s a popular choice among “rebellious” women, “frail” men and anyone who unashamedly enjoys sex, so some of them will include sex magic in their rituals, which provides absolutely no practical value, but Velka quite likes the idea. It’s nice that they’re enjoying themselves, isn’t it?

Things left at her shrine are small, usually - silver jewellery, crow feathers, magpie feathers if they know her well enough to know that her personal pet is one of these. The meaning is more important than the item, so a shiny pebble is perfectly fine if it happens to remind the giver of her for some reason. Those who come from more mainstream backgrounds often mistakenly assume that actual sacrifices are common, but they aren’t. The act of a human or animal sacrifice is an offence to her in itself, as the individual has effectively stolen a life and given it to her, though it’s not theirs to give. The last thing I can think of to mention is that most of her followers don’t realise she was human herself once, but those that do don’t see it as all that important. It’s because she was one of them that there’s a general sense of her being closer to them than the greater Anor Londo gods. Velka personally visits the confessionals of her higher ranked pardoners herself, though their lifetimes pass her by so quickly, she doesn’t always get to see each one. Still though, it’s common enough for them to encounter her in person, especially if they’re closer to the city walls. That adds to the view that she’s not a “real” god and isn’t worth being treated as one, despite the fact she is.

I just took this from a previous post and it just works:

So, overall, we’ve got a covenant that can be as compliant as a cooking fire, or could burn your entire world down, and watch it all over a crystal champagne flute from Anor Londo’s balconies.

#I . LOVE. MY. CROW DAUGHTER #I SCREAM AT OWN ASS #headcanons ;; velka #honestly ill be here farming content for her regardless of whether shes liked or not bc #i love her so much im never dropping her

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