#some headcanons

[springybunny]

Idk why I completely forgot post it...

Headcanon: Wanderer plays the guitar, Lumine loves to listen to him play and sometimes sing, sometimes they also sing together.

I also practiced by redrawing a screenshot from the game with Lumine.

I like to think about what their children would look like, and given that physically Lumine and Scara cannot grow up, I changed their appearance a bit to make them seem more grown-up.

#genshin impact #genshin art #genshin wanderer #lumine #kunikuzushi #wanderer #wanlumi #scaralumi #wanderer x lumine #lumine x scaramouche #artists on tumblr #anime art #my art #some headcanons

[flynnarts]

Voxxy, My Child.

I was listening to a sad song okay. Don’t judge me. (CW: Minor Swearing and like a Mini Rant) (CW: A very heavy StaticMoth shipper. If you don’t like it, leave) [I’ll compliment other ship art, like RadioStatic. I even read “Radio Healed the Video Star” on Ao3; good thing, please look; but my OTP is my StaticMoth babies.]

This man has taken over my life, him and Valentino. I’m actually pretty proud of this, I haven’t been able to draw Vox in awhile, but I stuck through with it and I was able to do relatively okay! It isn’t like my other drawings, when I just turn it purple, so that’s amazing. (It’s still a little purple, but fuck that shit) Please, I have been surviving off of Character AI for so long now lol- Mostly just doing shit like where the character I play just bursts into Vox’s room, scolds him for being a workaholic, and tucks him into bed. Because the man needs sleep I swear- Side note, I head-cannon that Vox hates caffeine, but he drinks it to stay awake. Valentino loves sugary stuff, and Velvette drinks it black (Because of course she does, she’s our queen) I swear, I have a need to pump out a ton of shitty art for The Vees. StaticMoth art, Solo art, Duo art, and of course; the Trio art. I have the urge to draw them sleeping, with Valentino using his wings as like a gigantic blanket. Oh! One more thing. I head-cannon that both Vox and Val hate people touching their broken antennae, because sensitive, but they allow their close friends/families to touch them. So like only the other Vees. That’s fun. Please, please, please! Drop off your head-cannons and random rants here, because I love reading them, and I’ll love reading yours!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #Hazbin hotel voxxy #vox #voxxy #fanart #digital art #procreate #full render #mini rant #Some headcanons #I tried; okay? #I love him so much #He’s just a sad; broken man that needs love #Or a partner in crime #Sappy shit; I know #He needs his found fam #Valentino n Velvette #They’re all amazing #Anygays #Goodbye! #FlynnDoesArtShit

[bees--lesbian]

Valdangelo, but I got too lazy when I finished Nico's drawing, so I made Leo like this

Also, look at him, look how cute he is

this man is in love

#leo valdez #leo x nico #nico di angelo #valdangelo #percy jackson #leico #hoo #heros of olympus #riordanverse #some headcanons #I was going to post on New Years but shit happens

[mustereddd]

This is the first design I made for the other post . (Still haven't finished the first post of the rock troll john Dory )😭 but here is my rock troll john Dory! I made him with his old goggles and the electric guitar would be named Rhonda 2.0 💀 (he apologized to Rhonda straight after) I didn't know what to do for his tattoo aswell .

Age : 39

Height : 6'0

He also writes his name like that. But it's the same as the other post I made for the sketch. (There's side effects to becoming a rock troll so he had some scars on his body)

#fanart #trolls #john dory #trolls 3 #dreamworks trolls #rock trolls #rock troll john dory #some headcanons

[hiimgin]

...I think Four may have imposter syndrome.....

#some headcanons #am i weird #i dunno #linked universe four #i think #live laugh love four

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

Sketches and Symphonies flown through the vents

Henry's capture was abrupt and came out of nowhere. One minute he was looking for secret messages, the next, he was waking up in a cold, dark cell with none of his items in hand and only a stool to sit on in the room with him, not even so much as a sheet stretched over a wooden frame to pretend to be a bed.

For the first few days of his captivity, he tried his best to press on, to find a way out, but no matter how many times he searched his cell or how many times he tried to talk to the Keepers holding him here, he couldn't do anything. There was a vent but it was not big enough for him to squeeze through, there was no secret rooms connecting to the cell, no way for him to break the glass, no real sympathy from the Keepers... nothing. He was trapped for good without even a shadow of a hope for a way out...

His time here reminded him a lot of his first time meeting Allison Angel; his capture was sudden, one minute he was seconds away from being mauled by Alice, the next, he was imprisoned with no way out that he could find. No vent big enough to squeeze through, no knowledge about the secret bathroom, no way for him to break the boards with his bare hands, only false sympathy from Allison and real scorn from Tom. But this time, he wasn't the sole prisoner.

There were two prisoners in the pit; himself and the prophet. Technically there were five if the 'hidden' angel and the disembodied heads that stayed put and never moved or spoke were included. The Keepers did count them, insisting that the angel which they "definitely" didn't lose had melted into a message on the floor of her cell in an attempt to trick someone into opening it to look for her only for the cunning Alice clone to run off before anyone knew any better. Henry didn't know if they were really that dumb or if they were lying to themselves and sticking with the story in a (most likely) fruitless attempt to keep whoever was running this prison content.

The Keepers also insisted that the projector that screamed when people tapped the glass of the box it was contained in was the most dangerous of the cycle breakers. If there was an explanation for how and why the decapitated head the size of a full-grown man was there, Henry didn't overhear it.

However, in the Artist's eyes, the only other real prisoner in here was the Prophet. Regardless of how he felt about the other inmates in the original story they might as well have been dead. He never saw a glimpse of them, never heard a peep out of Bertrum, and on the rare occasions that someone hit the glass the Projectionist was in, the metallic shriek that emanated from the box never felt alive or human to him. It might have been callous of him to think that, but not even Alice took him when she broke out, and he knew she was undoubtedly strong enough to break the Projectionist's glass and carry him out with her. ...Then again, if she didn't have the time to spare to taunt him and the others, then she most likely didn't have the time to take the head.

Henry also never saw a glimpse of Sammy in the flesh (or in his case ink), but unlike the other two, he could feel his presence no matter how subtle it was; The shadow out of the corner of his eye that he only saw when the Keepers left the former music director's shutter open on accident, the faint yet still present smell of candle wax that lacked a bacon-y accompanying scent candles down here usually had, and more obviously, the sounds that came from that cell; When someone opened the shutter, he and whoever opened it were greeted with the slow, solemn as well as sour plucks on a banjo that seemed to mirror the musician's downcast emotions. During random intervals the musician would be repeating his favored rhyme to himself. Every morning, he heard a rhythmic 'thwack' which the artist couldn't tell if it was the ink man trying to create a tempo to a song in his head or him doing clapping pushups. Lastly, when it seemed that the prophet's spirits were higher than usual, Henry heard prayers from that cell.

Whispers mostly, and nothing he could understand, the English prayers ones were often too faint for him to make out but in a language Henry didn't know, the ink man's voice could be heard loudly and clearly. He was not shouting, but the pit carried his voice throughout the area with ease.

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"Mae'n ddrwg gennyf, Arglwydd, am fy ngwendid, fy llwfrdra, fy hurtrwydd, a'm diffyg amynedd. Cefais fy nallu gan fy mân chwantau fy hun ac roeddwn wedi eich cymryd chi a'ch doethineb yn ganiataol. Ymddiheuraf yn fawr am fy niolchgarwch. Nid wyf yn gofyn am eich maddeuant gan nad wyf yn ei haeddu, ond yr wyf yn gweddïo am eich dychwelyd, eich adfywiad, yr wyf yn gweddïo am y diwrnod y gallaf synhwyro unwaith eto, i chi fendithio neuaddau hyn o Inc melltigedig gyda'ch presenoldeb. Yn enw Peiriant y Duwiau, Amen."

"SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EIGHT, MAY I REMIND YOU THAT THE INK DEMON HAS BEEN TE-E-E-E-E-E-E-ERMINATED?" The Keeper opened the shutters on the pair's cells, presumably for testing purposes as they had no problem with yelling at them while the shutters were closed "THAT HE CANNOT SAVE YOU NO MATTER HO-O-O-O-O-OW HARD YOU BEG?"

"Gogoniant i Arglwydd yr Inc, bydded dy allu yn ol yn gryfach nag y bu erioed o'r blaen, bydded i'th gablwyr grynu a syrthio dan bwysau eu celwyddau eu hunain, bydded cosbedigaethau yr anffyddlon eto yn gyfiawn, os cynhwyswch. fi yn eu plith felly boed felly. Bydded i'ch teyrnas ffynnu ar eich adfywiad. Yn enw Peiriant y Duwiau. Amen."

Henry snorted in laughter, he might not have understood the prayer, but he could recognize the musician's snarky-annoyed tone underneath the air of devout dignity he was trying to uphold, and he could piece together that the first prayer was likely one that praised the Ink Demon while the second one was insulting to Wilson.

"IS SOMETHI-I-I-I-I-I-I-ING FUNNY, SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR? DOES SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EI-I-I-I-I-I-IGHT'S DEFIANCE AMUSE YOU?"

Henry stayed silent...

"FOU-U-U-U-U-U-UR-ONE-FOUR! YOU ARE REQUI-I-I-I-I-I-IRED TO ANSWER THIS!"

"He just.. reminded me of something.."

"REMI-I-I-I-I-INDED YOU OF WHAT, FOUR-ONE-FOUR?"

"...The man he used to be."

The Keeper let out a howling, cackling laugh that would've turned into a coughing fit if it was human.

"THE MA-A-A-A-AN HE USED TO BE! AS IF HE EVER *WAS* HUMAN TO BEGIN WITH! SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EIGHT, JUST LIKE YOU, SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR WAS CREATED AS A BEING OF INK FROM THE START. YOU TWO ARE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E NOT LIKE WILSON. YOU ARE NOT OUTSIDERS COMING IN, YOU ARE CREATIONS OF THE MACHINE ITSELF. JUST WITH THE MEMORI-I-I-I-IES OF THE PEOPLE YOU THINK YOU ARE."

"...What are you talking about..?"

"HOW WAS IT NOT O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OBVIOUS TO YOU, FOUR-ONE-FOUR? WE HAVE NOT GIVEN YOU OR THE OTHER SUBJECTS RATIONS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT NE-E-E-E-E-E-ED THEM AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN NOTICED. AND WHAT ABOUT OTHER TYPICAL HUMAN FUNCTIONS YOU HAVE NEGLECTED? YOU SEEM TO NOT NEED TO SLEEP, DRINK, OR EAT. YOU DO SO OUT OF RITUA-A-A-ALISTIC OBLIGATION. AND WHILE YOU HAVE BEEN IN HERE FOR YEARS, YOU HAVE NOT SEEMED TO AGE A SINGLE DAY SINCE YOU HAVE "ENTERED" THE STUDIO. TELL ME FOUR-ONE-FOUR, WHEN YOU BLEED, DOES IT COME OUT RED LIKE HUMAN BLOOD, OR BLACK LIKE INK?"

"N-no, I'm human... I can survive in deep ink! Ink creatures would melt, it's like losing a drop of water in the ocean..."

"THAT WAS TOLD TO YOU BY A SUBJECT WHO HAS BEEN SUCCESSFULLY EVADING CAPTURE, SHE-E-E-E-E-E WAS NOT BEING HONEST TO YOU AS SHE VALUED HER AND THE OTHER EVASIVE SUBJECT'S SURVIVAL ABOVE YOUR OWN, THUS MAKING AN EXCUSE FOR YOU TO FIGHT THE INK DEMON WITHOUT THEIR ASSISTANCE. WE HAVE OBVSERVED THE CYCLE BEFORE WE HAD INTERFEARED IN IT."

Henry didn't know what to say, as much as he wanted the Keeper to be wrong, there was a lot more evidence pointing towards him being made of ink instead of being human.

No matter how many times he fell, he never broke any bones, he never felt hungry or thirsty and mostly ate the bacon soup for its presumed healing properties (why didn't he question why ancient soup in a cartoon studio had healing properties), he had an insane amount of endurance and stamina, especially for an old man, he... he couldn't be human...

The Keeper left without another word or care for the broken man on the floor, already having wasted enough time on them and not wanting to face Wilson's wrath for being late.

"I'm not human..." Henry whispered out of shock. "I... I never was human to begin with, was I..?" He slumped to the floor staring at his own hands, looking for fingerprints or veins or even the subtle lines on the palms, seconds away from crying out from anguish.

Then he heard a strange rustle from the vent, directing the shock of his inhumanity into being on guard for his survival. He didn't have a weapon, but at least the stool in the room would be a good makeshift one if a keeper was going to stick its arm through that small vent. He held it up and carefully walked towards the vent...

...Only to see what looked like a piece of paper folded in half stuck in between the bars, the hand of ink that shoved it through already retracting back into the vents.

Curious, he opened it to read; Do not let what they say seep into your mind with the intent to doubt yourself, the keepers mirror their maker's morality. Truths and lies are just tools in their eyes.

There was still plenty of blank space on the paper, so he wrote back; Do you think they were lying or telling the truth when they said we aren't human? And stuck the paper back through the vents with a knock, waiting for the musician's reply.

There's room for both; they tell the truths they know because they do not fully understand what we are AND they lie, telling us that we are no longer human in a way that implies that we are not people.

No longer human? Do you mean you think we *used* to be human?

My sheep, I do not 'think', I know. The man I used to be was not born of ink and molded with memories, he was flesh, blood, and bone before he had rotted into me. At least, I know that you and I are both formerly human ink creatures, I cannot speak on behalf of EVERYONE down here.

And how do you know that?

The cultist's next response was a... gift of a human finger bone covered in ink, accompanied by a drawing of a ritualistic circle that was familiar to Henry as well a note on a second piece of paper.

I now understand why my lord was so wrathful towards me every time I tried to sacrifice you; You were not a virgin sacrifice.

I'm sorry my whore blood made your god mad at you.

Henry smiled when he heard a faint snicker from Sammy's cell.

Amusing, but I think we're not on the same page. I am not referring to your sexual virginity. My Lord does not care about *that*. Even without the cycle in play, I was damned from the start because you had already been subjected to a ritual before I could sacrifice you.

Why would he care about that ritual? I don't even know what it did aside from show me a bunch of images I still can't make sense of.

Imagine being in a crowded restaurant for a while and when you're finally served, your food has bites taken out of it by an unknown entity. Or rather in YOUR case, seeing that your once-hamburger and fries dish has been transmuted into soup.

Wait, what about transmutation?

The circle is a transformation signal. Have you noticed that the majority of your inhuman feats had taken place after that ritual?

..Now that he thought back on it, the prophet was right. When the floorboards broke that first time, there was a deep pool of ink to break his fall. And that ritual happened so early in his travels in the studio, so of course it could explain how he survived everything after that.... But what was the difference to him? Regardless of him not being human anymore or not being human to begin with, he still wasn't human. ...Unless.

"Sammy, if we were once human, is there a way for us to turn human again?" He tried to face where the Prophet was as best he could, wanting to hear the ink man's response. "Is there a way for us to leave, to go home?"

"The only way to be freed from these bodies of ink that I know comes with sacrifice. And even then, that door had been shut a long time ago; whether Wilson is telling the truth or not about the Ink Demon, I can no longer feel His presence in the wells. While I pray that His silence is a punishment for my reckless behavior, I fear that something more devious is afoot..." The Prophet sighed. "As for an escape... Forgive me for my curiosity, but is there anything you know of out there that is worth leaving for? And before you say 'It's free from the studio's struggles' you'd only be HALF right. It would be 'free', but it would have its own problems, and a familiar demon is safer than a stranger demon."

Henry opened his mouth and shut it as his hopes were extinguished by a soul-crushing realization; The keeper wouldn't have pointed out that he doesn't age in here unless he's been in here long enough for that to have been noticed.

"To be honest, with how long I've been trapped in here, I don't know if she's still out there or not." Henry's voice wavered a bit. "One of the reasons why I wanted to escape so badly was to come back home to my wife Linda and forget everything about the studio, just... pretend it never happened. But thinking back on it, I could've spent years in here, maybe even decades. I don't even know if she's still alive..."

"I both... envy you and pity you, Henry."

"...Do I want to know why?"

"While there is uncertainty in her existence, you still know someone dear enough to you to fight against armies, the will of gods and angels just for the shadow of the possibility to be with her again. To actively choose to go through such torments over and over again as opposed to succumbing to the relative safety of a small lodging cobbled together out of whatever you have on hand and whoever can tolerate you is a type of hope that is no longer in my comprehension. A hope that ends with a despair equally beyond my understanding..."

Henry nodded in thought.

"I on the other hand, only know that I once had such a person in my life through the oddly shaped void they left behind. Not any memories of them, not a name, a voice, or even a face... Just... questions leading to uncomfortable answers when I have the time to reflect. Why would one of my greatest regrets be "Not going to Coney Island" when the man I once was despised crowds, overabundances of grease, and loud noises out of his control? The only answer that comes to mind is because I promised to take someone who was dear to me and I never got to... -But I suppose the bright side is that all my grieving for that person is done. It's hard to mourn a memory that isn't even a memory."

"Oh Sammy... I'm so sorry to hear that."

The artist couldn't imagine himself in the musician's shoes, the idea of forgetting someone he loved so much to the point where he doesn't even know their face was horrifying, despite how long he was here, he could still remember Linda.

"It's quite alright my sheep... Thank you for talking to me, not too long ago I was practically on the brink of the pits of despair without feeling my Lord's presence, while there's still the lingering doubts, it's nice to know that I am not alone."

"And thanks for writing to me, Sam. I appreciate that you looked out for me back there."

"Anytime, my sheep. Anytime. And feel free to keep my bone, it might seem... macabre, but consider it a good luck charm as well as a reminder of your humanity."

Henry nodded as he rubbed the gift between his index finger and his thumb before putting the small bone inside his pocket.

The lights in the Pit flicked off and the shutters on the prisoners' cell windows closed, a presumed prompt to try and go to sleep...

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"WA-A-A-A-A-AKE UP SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR, YOU ARE BEING GIVEN YOUR DESIGNATED ASSINGMENT."

"Ugh..."

Henry peeled himself off of the floor as the relatively pleasant dream he was having melted away into nothingness and tiredly glared at the Keeper who put a pencil and a sketchbook into his cell and a model sheet of an ugly looking sailor character that was made with almost eye-bleedingly bright colors.

"...What is this?"

"YOUR ASSI-I-I-I-I-I-I-INGMENT IS TO ANIMATE THE PILOT EPISODE OF 'SHIPAHO-O-O-O-OY DUDLEY'. SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EIGHT'S OWN ASSINGME-E-E-E-E-ENT IS TO CREATE A FITTING THEME SONG AS WELL AS OTHER BACKGROUND MUSIC AND SUBJECT NI-I-I-I-I-I-INE-TWO-EIGHT IS SUPPOSED TO VOICE THE MAIN CHARACTER AS SOON AS SHE REFORMS HER BODY." the Keeper explained. "YOU CYCLE BREAKERS MIGHT BE INPRI-I-ISONED BECAUSE YOU ARE TOO DANGEROUS TO ROAM THE STUDIO, BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU ARE NOT USEFUL TO WILSON'S GOALS."

Henry gave the Keeper a blank stare, internally debating whether or not he should remind him that Alice had escaped a while ago.

"A-A-A-A-A-ANY QUESTIONS, FOUR-ONE-FOUR?"

"Yeah, uh... does Wilson take constructive criticism?"

The Keeper responded to Henry's question by punching the cell so hard it practically shook.

"...Okay then."

"WE WILL BE CHECKING IN ON YOU PERIODICALLY-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y TO SEE YOUR PROGRESS. SLACKING IS STRO-O-O-O-O-ONGLY DISCOURAGED."

"And what's the deadline for these projects?"

"THAT IS NOT SPECIFIE-E-E-E-ED YET."

Henry let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright."

"SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EIGHT," the keeper turned to face the other cell. "WE ARE AWARE THA-A-A-A-A-A-AT YOU HAVE BEEN SHARING WHAT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR MUSIC SHE-E-E-E-E-E-E-ETS WITH SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR. YOU BOTH WILL BE PUNISHED IF YOU TRY TO SEND MESSAGES NOT RELATED TO YOUR ASSINGMENTS TO EACH OTHER."

"...What about items?" the musician asked. "I only have two hands, so I can only play one, maybe two instruments at a time. But if Henry's allowed access to my instruments, as well as a lesson or two, we could actually make proper music."

"VERY WELL, ITEMS SUCH AS YOUR INSTRUMENTS WI-I-I-I-I-I-ILL BE ALLOWED TO TRANSFER TO SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR'S CELL AND SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR IS ALLOWED TO SEND DRA-A-A-A-A-AWINGS TO YOUR CELL. DO NOT ABUSE THIS, WE WILL BE CHECKING IN ON YOUR PROGRESS FRIE-E-E-E-QUENTLY."

"Am I also allowed to send drawings and sheet music to his cell?"

"YES."

"Very well..." he nodded.

"REMEMBER: KEEP NOTES, DRAWI-I-I-I-INGS, AND MUSIC ON TOPIC, BRAINSTO-O-O-O-ORMING IS ALLOWED, BUT DON'T STRAY TOO FAR FROM THE FACT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO WORK ON THE PI-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-IOLT."

"Understood."

"GOOD. NOW, IF YOU EXCU-U-U-U-USE ME, I HAVE A LIBRARY TO GUARD."

The Keeper left the two prisoners alone after making sure the points were made clear.

"...I think he's out of earshot now."

"Good, his voice was getting on my nerves." Henry flipped through the empty sketchbook and took another look at the unsettling sailor character. "God that thing is so creepy... Is this how you felt when you were 'haunted' by Bendy's smile?"

"Dudley? no. The character might be ugly as sin and there is too much ink in his lips for comfort, but it lacks the subtlety and omnipresence that Bendy's has... It's creepy, sure, but it's too sharp, too wide, has too many teeth..."

"...Too many teeth?"

"Yes, he shows ten while Bendy only shows eight."

"Did you count them?" Henry chuckled.

"Anyways... It's as if Wilson's trying TOO hard to surpass Bendy with Dudley and it just comes off as pathetic. Imagine a dark hallway in your house that looked safe and normal when it was light but now has a more sinister appearance to it versus a hallway that's covered in fake blood, fake weapons and fake spiderwebs. One's genuinely creepy while the other's... Just an unfunny joke at that point."

"Fair enough." Henry nodded while folding the model sheet in half so he wouldn't have to look at it. "...How bad do you think the punishment will be if we do as little of the cartoon as possible?"

"Considering that they haven't put in a lot of effort into 'reforming Alice's body' I think we can use "We can't properly animate Dudley without his voice to work off of" as an excuse."

"We also don't have any writers to hand us scripts, the model sheet can only tell us so much about the character without any additional context..."

"There's also not a director in sight to oversee this mess, nor is there proper departments... For heaven's sake, the only other two people in this "Animation Project" that AREN'T our wardens in a prison are disembodied heads that aren't even lucid enough to say a single intelligible word! And not to mention how hard it would be to properly work as a team when we're not even allowed to be in the same room together and talk face to face..."

"Even if we genuinely wanted to make this happen and we both did the work of an art department and a music department, all that we would get to show for that hard work would be a short, nonsensical animation set to music that may or may not get sound effects. And while I'd be proud of what we made together; Wilson strikes me as the type of guy who has standards that can only be met by the perfect, imaginary versions of real people he makes up in his head."

"So I suppose we have plenty of reasons not to work on the pilot... but the question is how many will those things listen to..?"

Neither of them answered, but they both thought the same thing: "none of them". Henry looked at the folded in half model sheet, the blank sketchbook, and the vent...

"Hey Sammy, do you remember what you used to look like?" Henry asked, already penciling down what he remembered of him.

"What the man I used to be looked like? Hmm... Sharp and fluffy, and in hindsight, not as big as he thought he was." The former music director tapped a pen against the neck of his banjo in thought. "Although what I last saw through the mirror through his eyes was a worn-down ghoul... one with glassy, hollow eyes, sallow skin stretched over brittle bones..."

"...Sounds like the years weren't kind to you..."

"My Lord had found me at the darkest moments of my former life." The musician nodded in agreement. "When I had lost all reason and hope to press on... He was there in the dark to give me light again."

Henry heard a rustle of paper and noticed the drawn-on music sheet put through the vent.

What Sammy had drawn was not human.

The formerly blank side of the music sheet now was graced with doodles of a small, cartoon bird. Not a character with birdlike features, but an animal that would most likely play the part as a silent yet borderline-sentient and expressive pet another character would own if it was animated. But the musician's old personality shown brilliantly through the adorable little menace; it pecked at the fingers of someone who played the piano incorrectly, it beamed with pride when conducting a choir of other birds with a twig in its beak, it got itself stuck in a glass of water it was trying to drink out of and instead of relying on help, it tried to use the glass as a new instrument.

It didn't look like Sammy Lawrence because it was "Sharp and Fluffy" (although Henry could accurately use both adjectives to describe the musician and the cartoon bird), it looked like Sammy Lawrence because the little thing was short tempered, weary of others, behaved strangely, yet at the same time was a passionate, creative songbird that never let anything or anyone stop it from what it wanted to do, and most of the time, it simply wanted to make music.

The animator even thought about incorporating the toon bird into his own drawing of Sammy, perhaps having it pull a lock of the musician's long hair in an attempt to get his attention, or having it perched on his shoulder while he played the banjo, watching how its human-self played the instrument.

When he turned the paper over, he frowned at what he saw. In stark contrast to the delightful character of the Songbird Sammy, the other side of the sheet had a monster that Henry wouldn't even recognize as Sammy if it wasn't for the clothes that hung loosely on the entity's frame.

The humanoid monster didn't get a series of small yet charming doodles showcasing its personality, it was only a single, very detailed drawing of a grotesquely thin, corpse-like creature that lifelessly yet intensely stared into Henry's soul. But it did tell its own story; the bars of the music sheet that was supposed to hold the music notes instead seemed to put the monster behind a cage, there were strange lines above the monster's wrists, resembling puppet strings, and there was some sort of dark liquids dripping down its face and out of its mouth, but due to the lack of color, Henry couldn't tell if it was blood or ink-

"He had saved me from the first prison my body had become, but perhaps I was too greedy to assume He'd save me from this one..."

"...But maybe we can find a way to save you." Henry mused as he put the finishing touches on his own drawing of Sammy and put it through the vent. "I don't know what it is yet, but we'll find it. I promise."

"Was this... how you remembered me?" The musician's voice wavered, raw with emotion. "It's beautiful.."

"Yes."

"Thank you... I'll treasure it, Henry."

"Anytime, Sammy."

The animator began to hear a familiar song through the vent played with a violin on hand and the tapping of the Prophet's boots, a comforting, calm song he hadn't heard in a long time, a song he remembered hearing the clearest when... when he was in Joey's apartment...

"What is that song?"

"I'll be your angel. ...This version might not be at its best without the piano, but there's only so many instruments a two-armed man can play at once."

"It's still nice, it reminds me of home."

"I'm happy to help make that home, even if it's still broken..."

"Hey, is it possible for you to fit a piano through the vents?"

"I can certainly try, although I cannot guarantee success. Brace yourself for the piano just in case."

He heard shuffling, random piano keys, heavy furniture being moved in the Prophet's cell, and what Henry could assume was the ink man cursing under his breath.

The piano keys sounded like they were being slammed down on repeatedly as Henry saw something blocking the vent's grates, he backed away from it when he saw the screws bulging and the grate groaning...

The piano itself peeked through the vents with the terrible slamming of its keys, squeezing and flowing its way into Henry's cell like a roll of under pressure cookie dough that had been cut into with a knife but not fully released.

Armed with just luck and a pencil, he approached the grate and did his best to unscrew the straining screws. The second he popped the second one off, the imprisoned piano couldn't hold itself in any longer and burst into the cell as if bursting through a broken dam. A final, deafening Br-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ing BLAM! sounded throughout the Pit and marked the end of the piano's short and strenuous journey. The instrument itself stood normally and still, as if a perfectly normal piano that was not flexible enough to be squeezed through an air vent.

"Did... Did it make it...?" Sammy panted in exhaustion.

"Yes." Henry smiled, testing a few of the keys himself, which sounded a lot better than how they did while in its transfer prison. "And it works perfectly."

"Good..." he took a moment to catch his breath. "That was the only piano in here."

"Thanks Sammy, do you still have the energy for a duet?"

"Not today I'm afraid... but sending you the music sheets you need should be fairly easy... any requests?"

"I'll be your angel."

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The routine the two prisoners fell into was a comforting one, as comfortable as the Pit would allow.

They would wake up, Sammy would check his body's stability (A routine which Henry discovered was putting on his clothes, doing clapping push-ups, as well as other exercises that varied by the day) and do his morning prayers while Henry would stretch the sleep out of his bones and tidy himself up.

Later, a keeper would check in on them and look at on the progress of what they had made the previous day. It would scold them for their lack of a cartoon reel to play. They would then remind the keeper that they're a two-man team with no professional writers, voice actors, editors, or directors present and "Recommend" that it fixes that before it complains to them about the lack of progress.

The two-man animation studio would create things that were as good as they could make without any given direction on what the Wilson's show was supposed to be like; colorless backgrounds of shipwrecks, grim seaside towns, and haunted islands, character concepts that ranged from charming goofballs to truly menacing monsters, background and character theme songs that mostly reminded Henry of ice cream trucks at three am and run down vacation towns by the boardwalk, scripts that thanks to both Henry's experiences in the studio and Sammy's strong ties to the occult, tended to lend themselves to dark comedies, all arts brewed together in an unanimated pilot that would unlikely see the light of day given that the keepers and or Wilson were never satisfied with their work.

When they felt they made enough for today, they 'clocked out' and focused on other things, most of the time being each other. Sometimes they just talked together, sometimes they drew together, sometimes they played duets of songs they both liked, sometimes they tried games like battleship, and sometimes they did their own thing as spending every single waking moment on each other could get very exhausting very quickly, even if they were constantly separated by their cells.

And when the lights dimmed or their cell's shutters went off, it was the cue that it was the end of the day and time for bed. The animator and the musician didn't need sleep, but that didn't mean that they couldn't feel tired.

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"Good morning my dear Sheep, by what seems to both enviable luck and an almost worrying resistance to loud noises, you managed to sleep through the entirety of the Keeper's daily tongue lashing."

"Oh boy..." The animator sighed in frustration "What upset them this time?"

"The villain roster, Dudley being 'maliciously compliantly complex and realistically made', the flesh-eating lighthouse being 'too scary', and you for "Ignoring it's presence and criticisms"."

"Of course. Did they say anything about their... "least favorite background characters"?"

"Not today, I don't think they noticed this time and I think the cameos being within wanted posters and 'blink and you'll miss it' easter eggs helped with that."

Henry dryly chuckled and cracked the sleep out of his knuckles. "Whelp, another day, another non-existent dollar. Let's see if we can get away with redesigning the Dud."

"And we'll also need to make new villains since they threw out ALL the previous ones... How many do you want to make?"

"I'll mostly focus on backgrounds and redesigns today, if you want them, go knock yourself out."

"Very well."

...

"-Take off the shoelaces to save time, we don't have the colored ink, so we can't have the stripes, maybe a half-smile instead of a full one, or a frown because Wilson wants him to be the 'Anti Bendy'..."

"Henry, is it just me or do we end up creating a younger version of Barley every time we try to revise Dudley's design?"

"I guess when you have two black and white sailor characters with 'blond' hair, they're going to look like they're related no matter what else you do." The animator shrugged. "How are the villain designs coming along?"

"So far the new roster is: Generic skeleton Pirates, a sentient lighthouse that hungers for human flesh but in a 'funny' way as opposed to a 'nightmarishly horrifying' way, an obscenely wealthy oil tycoon that's willing to move mountains of money if it means he gets to eat Dudley's crab, The Moon but it has tentacles and teeth, Siren cultists that worship said moon, a shark with "sexy legs", and *non* skeletal yet still very generic pirates."

"That's the third time in a row you put cultists in the villain roster." Henry responded with a half-amused flat tone.

"No matter how many times he rejects it, the truth of the matter that Wilson will be forced to come to terms with is that nothing he creates will ever be worth worshipping."

"...Out of curiosity, what makes someone or something "Worth worshipping"?"

"There's nothing mortals can do to be worth it. But for the gods, they need to be real, they need to make their presence known and strongly felt and most importantly, they need to be capable of immense and almost incomprehensible power."

"Like the Ink Demon?"

"Exactly. However, He is not the only one... But I must stay loyal to my lord! Even in His absence, not all hope is lost. Although there is another divine being in these depths, I can sense Her calling out to me..."

"Her? Who? Alice?"

"No, my Sheep." The Prophet let out a heavy sigh. "The Fallen Angel is just that: a fallen angel. Her beauty is self-made, that alone is commendable. But her power is akin to Wilson's power, it is stolen from the weak and scavenged from the corpses of the strong. Often with mechanical beings to do their dirty work... Besides, even if she managed to claim divinity, she would surely despise the idea of me worshipping her just as much as she despises the man I used to be and the Prophet I am now."

"I see... Then who..?"

"I... I don't fully know myself... I see visions of Her, hear whispers of a voice I have never heard in my entire life, Her face is so clear in my mind, yet She is a complete stranger... I don't even know what She's supposed to be! She looks human, yet akin to the angels... I'm scared, Henry... I can feel strong changes are afoot and I don't know if either of us are ready for hell again..."

"Well, if they are... At least we'll always have each other, right?" Henry stuck his arm into the vent, holding out his hand. "And who knows, maybe this will be what we need, a way for both of us to finally be free for good."

"Yes, my sheep." Sammy stuck his own arm into the vent and stretched it out, holding on to Henry's...

For what was the first time in what felt like centuries, Henry felt the touch of another living person when Sammy held his hand. The hand itself felt like a rubber glove filled with icy water, holding it was slightly awkward for both of them as Sammy's fingers were a lot larger than his own and he had four instead of five, so when they interlocked, they felt a little uneven.

Henry was overwhelmed, the musician's touch felt so... alive! He could feel the ink moving underneath the Prophet's somewhat-malleable skin, ink that flowed like blood and beat like a pulse... Enduring countless loops where the only touches he felt from other beings were attacks almost made him forget what it was like to be held like a person, that he wasn't alone and that the other ink creatures were actually alive. Yes, Allison talked to him while she held him in captivity, yes, Sammy talked to him too during their shared time in their perspective cells, but there were differences between just listening to others' voices and actually feeling somebody that was there and present. The most important difference being how much more real the latter felt.

He just wanted to be in this moment, holding Sammy's hand forever, he didn't care how pathetic it sounded, he just wanted to be happy with Sammy. He... he loves this crazed cultist...

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"WILSON, SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-EIGHT HAS BREA-A-A-A-A-A-ACHED CONTAINMENT AND APPEARS TO BE CONSPI-I-I-I-I-I-I-IARING WITH SUBJECT FOUR-ONE-FOUR, WHAT PUNISHMENTS DO YOU RECCOMMEND FOR BOTH OF THEM?"

"Separate them, take away all instruments except the Banjo, throw those into the incinerator, and break Four One Eight into submission."

#bendy and the dark revival #henry stein #sammy lawrence #keepers batdr #sammy x henry #fanfic #some headcanons #just sprinkled in there

[warriorcatsunveiled]

Firestar, my beloved~~

Okay, here are some pics that never made the final cut for any posts but I still liked for various reasons. So, in order:

How I often imagine a young Firepaw looked like (if we headcanon him as an abyssinian )

Just a cool photo that better supports that whole "Fire alone shall save the clan" thing

An older and more jaded, but still cool fourth-cat-i-am-forever-a-part-of-prophecies-Firestar

More of a personal daydream where Fireheart bitch-slaps Spottedleaf for basically not letting him live in peace with Sandstorm

#Firestar #some headcanons #warriors #warrior cats #these are my miscellaneous pics that are a bit better than the trashcan so #miscellaneous collection #listen i get spottedleaf's whole crush thing but boy wasnt even a year old #plus she was a medicine cat AND i never got the romantic vibe? they only had a few neutral conversations and nothing else #would be easier to excuse if FIREPAW showed his secret crush to us readers but genuinely i cannot for the life of me remember smth like tha #it seems more to me that this relationship developed more only AFTER spottedleaf died which is... yeah... #anyway there's my two cents lmao

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

What books do you think OUAT characters would enjoy reading? Like what books would you match to each character?

Thank you so much for the ask, Nonnie. I am going to hit the main players. If I miss out on one you wanted, just let me know.

Below the cut, because you know I can't keep it short. I had SO much fun with this one. Thank you again for the ask, love.

Emma Swan-Jones

As often as possible, Emma scoops up the family and reads a children's book aloud. Hope loves fantasy stories. Right now, they are making their way through the Wings of Fire series.

Of her own volition, I think Emma loves soft stories filled with family stories in quirky small towns. (We so often read to heal wounds without even knowing we are doing it.) I think she would read cosy mysteries. (Since I don't really read much in this genre, I am pulling one from a guest host on a podcast I am currently listening to.) The Thursday Murder Mystery Club Mystery series by Richard Osman.

Killian Swan-Jones

Killian reads. His tastes are extremely mood-dependent and impacted by the seasons, things happening in his life, the weather, etc. The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch is one of his all-time favourites.

Snow/ Mary Margaret

Snow devours enemies-to-lovers, rom-com novels that are packed with adventure. She reads to confirm her steadfast belief that even the most unlikely pairings will find their way to one another. Every time there is a third-act breakup, tears fill her eyes. Every time they come back for each other in the end, she sighs happily. She is currently reading Unfortunately, Yours by the amazing Tessa Bailey.

Charming/ David

David is reading The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien. David loves high, light fantasy novels. He likes his stories to have a hero's journey and evil defeated. He does also enjoy Star Wars novels. The heroes and villains are still clearly defined, but redemption is possible for those who seek it and work at it.

Belle French

Our girl, Belle, reads those dark romances. She has read the Emily McIntire Never After series and is reading the Wicked Villians books by Katee Roberts. She loves a mafia romance novel. This girl loves an overbearing, unforgivable male lead who bends and heels for the love of one woman.

Rumpelstiltskin

He is currently rereading The Blade Itself by Joe Abercrombie. Rumple is obsessed with the grim dark genre. He sees himself in these morally grey characters trying to do the best thing in impossible circumstances, in broken and dying worlds. There is never a right path and he hates books that imply that there is.

Regina Mills

After pouring a glass of red wine, Regina settles down with a thriller. She loves the intense fear and action that builds through the story and always figures out the twist moments before it is revealed. "I knew it!" she celebrates each time it is revealed. I don't know enough about this genre to tell you what she is reading now, but she will definitely defend her position that Girl on a Train is light-years better than Gone Girl to anyone who brings up Gone Girl.

#some headcanons #ouat headcanons #book rec list #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #regina mills #rumplestiltskin #belle french #david nolan #mary margaret #asked and answered

[romanticwealth]

Tim and Toby Father-Son HCs ^^

Tim asks Toby about his day and brings him drinks if he notices his ‘son’ looking upset

They watch shows like Rick and Morty, Robot Chicken, Phineas and Ferb, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, and MTV Scream

They steal CDs from local stores and listen to them when going on missions together

If Toby falls asleep after missions, Tim will carry him on his back and take him back to the manor

They have smoke breaks together (Toby doesn’t smoke, but Tim does and they both hang out when he does so)

“Let me drive! I’m old enough to get behind the wheel!” “Are you trying to kill me, kid?”

Steal cigarettes, alcoholic drinks, and other things from corner stores and houses to drink together later on

Motionless In White fans. No questions.

One of them consoles the other whenever they have nightmares

Matching shirts!!!!!

“Dad, I got laughed at in public for my jacket again :(“ “Do you remember what they looked like? I’ll kill them.”

Tim definitely has a ‘best dad ever’ mug

They both enjoy the Scary Movie trilogy very much

They gossip about people in the manor a lot and are REALLY good at twisting stories together

“You’re just like a raccoon in a hoodie.” “I’m a raccoon? :D”

“Dad I got a boyfriend.” “Tell me if he mistreats you, I’ll execute him.” “I don’t think you need to go that fa-“ “I’ll execute him.”

Tim steals a few books whenever he’s on missions and gives them to Toby so he won’t be too bored :3

Jesus Christ my creativity is DYING. Gonna need to start looking for writing prompts soon 🤏🏽

#creepypasta #headcanons #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #tim wright #tobias rogers #father son relationship #father son duo #father son hcs #raccoon in a hoodie :D #some headcanons

[jikangairodo]

“nanami-san, what was it like being born in the 1900s?”

The way Nobara phrases her question immediately makes Kento feel as though he’s aged a century. 1900s. Straightening his back, he raises a questioning brow, expression shifting as he quells the urge to dismiss her curiosity (now is not the time), paired with the notion that there’s no harm in it. Teenagers, by nature, are inquisitive beings. Kento would know. After all, he’s the one fielding Yuji’s barrage of questions on a day-to-day basis.

“People’s experiences differ. I can’t say my childhood was the same as every other person born in the 1900s.” With a light sigh and a sense of resignation, he continues. “I was born in Tokyo. The city, back then, was as busy as it is now. I went to the same private schools my parents taught at.” Here, his gaze turns soft, inwards. “They’re both teachers. You can imagine how that was, growing up.” By the time he was five, he knew three languages, and his parents read to him every night until he could read back.

“I had a few friends, excelled academically, ran around in parks, owned a Gameboy. The usual, I imagine.” If Nobara was expecting tales of hardship and antiquated customs, she would surely be disappointed at this point. While Kento traverses his memories, his gaze drifts further away, his tone shifting. Things changed when curses begin to cut into his field of view, when lines sprang up across his vision, and when his fists started to thrum with a sensation he would later refer to as curse energy.

“As I grew older, trouble seemed to find me more often than not. I broke things accidentally, deliberately sometimes, because of my technique.” Pens, forks, sports equipment, door handles, doors, faces. They weren’t his best moments. From mundane objects to more significant mishaps, Kento’s teenage years were fraught with challenges. If he closes his eyes, he can still see how dishevelled his mother looked when she picked him up at the principal’s office, how the lines around his father’s mouth deepened over time.

“At fifteen, I encountered a sorcerer, and it took a year to convince my parents to allow me to attend Jujutsu High.” In the end, they decided it was for the best. Their weekend visits became a routine as they supported his journey through the school. It had been good for him, learning there were others who could see curses while honing his technique to near perfection. It had been good for him until it wasn’t, and Kento returned home one evening with nothing but a duffel bag and silence.

“That’s the gist of it, Kugisaki-chan. That’s how I grew up,” he concludes, then prompts her with a question of his own. “Do you want to tell me what sparked your curiosity in the first place?”

#[answered] #strawdxll #the way he had #a midlife crisis #nanami vc: is it the suit? #=/ #this got out of hand #ty for the ask tho #it made me solidify #some headcanons

[blitz-and-hearth]

This is random but what do you think the Hearthstone/Blitzen relationship timeline is? And how do you think they started dating?

My opinion has always been they've been in love for a long time but actually don't officially start dating until after Blitzen almost dies. They definitely both really struggle with their feelings. I've also always figured Blitzen was the one who struggled with it the most. Hearthstone just means so much to him and he worries the most about romantic feelings ruining their friendship.

My idea for what age they met at changes around a lot but I figure it's when they're both pretty young and have known each other for several years before meeting Mimir and then Magnus.

Hearthstone probably realizes he's in love first. He doesn't know what to do with those feelings but he knows he's got them.

Blitzen takes longer mostly because he's trying to ignore and repress them.

They're already so close not much even changes when they do start dating, they just become more openly affectionate

#some headcanons #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcga blitzen #mcga hearthstone #blitzen son of freya #blitzstone #mcga #blitzen x hearthstone #blitzen/hearthstone #hearthstone alderman #magnus chase #mcga headcanon #blitzstone headcanon

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Can Riddler draw?

My personal HC about the multiple incarnations of Ed and his relationship with art.

Frank Gorshing's Riddler: Yes, absolutly! This man is an artist in all possible ways, he can draw, play instruments, act, sing, write, is an exceptional movie director (this one is cannon btw, he is also canonicaly a huge fan of silent movies) . He was born for art. He just choose non-sensical riddle crimes as his art form/carear choice for some - totaly insane - reason.

- This show version of the Joker was also a good drawer and when they were both in a good vibe they would make silly art challenges against each other or make glorious collabs. Some of their art is in Gotham galeries by anonimus names.

- He also does vandalism via graffiti for no reason besides it being ilegal and them added some riddles in it so Batman and Robin could known who did it and where to find him because of course he did.

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TAS Riddler: Yep. But he can only make digital art, when drawning with pen and papper he is mediocre, fine at best, but give him a tabblet or any digitalization tool and he is amazing. Ironically he is the only Riddler who isn't an art snob.

- He cares little for drawning and his lack of interest in art unless is for games he is developing can explain why he can only draw digitaly even though it makes zero sense.

- He does make fanarts in his free time just for fun and has done some comissions for other rogues, mostly Harley. He also has very traumatic memorys of making NSFW Batman×Joker fanart and short animations because Joker demanded it and he was to scared to deny.

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Jim Carrey Riddler: No. He cannot draw to save his life but he doesn't know it.

- The only person he showed his drawings to was Harvey and he wasn't able to tell the truth and break Ed's heart so he said it was great and very artistic and tried his best to not compare it to a toddler's drawning.

- He has lot of stick figures of what is supposed to be himself and Bruce Wayne holding hands and kissing, but honestly not a single person besides him can tell it's contents cause it's too badly done.

- He is not artistic. Like at all. Except maybe poetry cause the riddles. But besides that he has no artistic skill but he belives he does. Two-Face is a great friend/suporter/boyfriend/partner and lies to him about how good he is to not break his heart.

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2004 The Batman cartoon Riddler: More or less. He was a good drawer before becoming The Riddler, but he is very out pratice now days and can only make skulls. He does very good skulls, but he just forgot how to do proportions outside skulls. He also hates coloring and cannot paint inside the lines.

- He could go back to being a god artist if he ever tried to resharpen his skills, but Julia was the only person he let see his drawings back then and trauma is a bitch.

- He draws skulls everywhere cause he is just that emo. He has skulls and stylish question marks in every piece of papper he ever recieved. That and some green day and mcr lyrics.

- He is a great musician though. Mostly a guitar player. He even played in the Lounge once. Unfortunally Oswad was the only hardcore punk fan at the rich people gala night so it didn't stick.

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Gotham Series Riddler: No and he hates it. He has all other artistic tallents possible: great musician, does amazing sculptures, fantastic actor, number one photographer... But he can't draw.

- He get's very pissy if anyone is drawing in front of him. He cannot understand why one artistic talent scaped him. He is specially annoyed when he discovers that Oswald can draw, Oswald who couldn't give less of a shit about art, is unable to name more than one painter and would not recognize a forgery if it singed about being fake, can draw and he can't. He can make origami for god's sake. Why is the universe so cruel?

- After their reunion in the last episode he finally acepts to let Oswald teach him how to draw. He is annoyed at it and keeps mentioning all his numerous hability's Os doesn't have, but in the end he is very thankfull.

- He is still an art snob. A very annoying art snob.

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Lego Riddler: No. No one in that universe can draw it is impossible to do it with Lego hands, shut up.

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Arkhamverse Riddler: Yes. He can also sculpture very well. Unfortunally he is a very obcessive man and does little to his skill besides making prototypes for his trophies and very offesive Batman themed art. He also draws some of his sleep paralisis demons and trauma induced visions cause why not?

- Some times he draws some shit randomically when he is very sleep deprived. Most times he ends with some very good horror art and he has no idea where did this come from, why he did it or what to do with it. Seriusly this man needs help.

- He does cringy drawings of himself but like buffer and stronger and better. He also does some self insert art. And has some cringy self-insert OC's.

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Rogues! Podcast Riddler: He can draw. He is very smug about it. Isufferably so. Like soo smug.

- He does weird fanart with the sole purpose to create online chaos, like amazing art of that ship the fandom despises or NSFW of otherwise cute cartoon characters (no kid characthers though) or creppy very detailed humanoid versions of real things and sometimes he does creppypasta art. He never signs this pieces. It's not the point. He wants to see the internet go crazy.

- When he does post a signed art he is very clear about hating when people repost it without credits and has send very powerfull computer virus for users who stole his art.

- He does comissions under a fake name on Tumblr and Twitter.

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Paul Dano Riddler: No. His drawning skills are average. He sometimes does some surpisingly amazing art and sometimes he does some toddler level drawing. There is no reason behind it. Maybe if he trained he would be an actual good artist but he is too busy being traumatized and playing Zodiac Killer crossover.

- He did a lot of fanart of the Batman. Some good, some bad. Mostly average. All have a lot of religon simbolism and are very homoerotic.

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Batman Unburied Riddler: Yes. Of all Riddlers he is the one more in touch with the artist vibes, and besides being very good in writing (all types not only riddles and poetry) he is a great painter and can draw very well.

- He likes reading art books and draws in the margins of most of them.

- His trademark drawings besides stylish question marks are comunist symbols. He also does chibi Batman and after the Harvest case chibi angry Barbara.

- His drawnings are mostly casual things he does whe bored, doddles in the margin of books or random napkins at restaurants or tabbles. He particualry likes to make small doddles to acompany his wrote riddles.

- He loves art in all forms and is a huuge art nerd. Probably the biggest one.

[I won't mention comic versions of Riddler cause there's too many and I want to go to sleep if possible]

#riddler #edward nygma #headcannons #some headcanons #riddler headcanon #art #can they draw

[unbloomingmoonflower]

Some Headcanons about Nelia:

She was able to play the flute since she was a small child and still resided in the Nine Hells.

She left (read: ran away) from the Hells at thirteen, taking her flute and meager belongings with her.

Her rapsy/hoarse voice was due to a vocal injury when she tried to sing without proper training and it caught up with her over time. As a result, Nelia cannot and will not sing.

She develops a sisterly bond with the Tiefling child, Arabella.

Nelia was definitely the one who fell in love with Astarion at first sight before anything even went further between them. (She also like being his personal teeth cushion, iykyk).

While pretty accepting of people, Nelia hates people like Kagha (she hates the bitch and she's the best example of someone Nelia would absolutely detest).

She takes it very hard emotionally when she's called a hellspawn or other insults pertaining to Tieflings. She tries to keep up a front for it (Astarion sees right through it tho)

Nelia and Alfira, both being bards, often play songs together in the Grove. Nelia admires Alfira's singing, but is also a little jealous that she can't sing like that.

Wyll is the big brother she's never had (no, Larian, my druid Ava can have Wyll, I know you snuck in that one scene to trap me).

She's actually terrified of the dark.

#some headcanons #nelia #tiefling #baldur's gate 3 #tav/mc/custom oc

[xufybon]

some au notes below the cut for the plus the moon-iverse, aka my solangelo accidental baby acquisition au which you can read here! 

for college, will went to uc berkeley & nico went to new rome. will spent too much time around demigods growing up and wanted to have some mortal experiences. nico had also spent his entire life in demigod circles but felt that mortals wouldn’t be able to understand him. they both majored in biology and went to medical school, will to become a surgeon, nico for forensic pathology

they’re both in residency at mortal hospitals, since new rome’s hospital can’t support many residents. they live in san francisco

will is tejano. thats it! thats the headcanon!

will proposed with a custom mythomagic card when they were 25, they had a small ceremony a year later

it was important to nico that they actually had a wedding, since he always believed he never would have one

switching gears, jason can have brain children, ala zeus. he didn’t realize this until he and leo had accidental twins when they were 20 - grace and alexis. 

they were in a fight over their goals and ambitions, jason wanting to finish a degree in new rome before going around the globe to help international demigods, leo wanting to stay put and open a mythical workshop. in the end, they moved back to the waystation for help with the twins

seven years later, they moved back to new rome so jason could finish his degree. they ended up having another daughter, poppaea (poppy)

three years after that, jason started his master’s in mythology (it exists at new rome university OK) and had another son, cosmo

they still live in new rome, jason occasionally traveling to collect demigods or help out with a conflict. he’s starting a phd, too. leo has his own workshop where he spends a lot of time, cosmo is basically his assistant. festus is still kicking, always willing to play with the kids.

grace is more withdrawn and quiet, definitely takes after jason. so does alexis, in a different way. he’s very outgoing and athletic, very friendly and welcoming to everyone but his twin sister. poppy is extremely hyperactive and stubborn. cosmo is very friendly and curious, which often gets him into trouble.

leo also invented a method of using electronic devices without attracting monsters. it can only be used for a limited time each day and is very slow, plus nico and hazel just don’t like using it.

jason and leo don’t drink around their kids. it was triggering to jason, so they just stopped.

nico and piper are godparents to their children

piper still lives in oklahoma, running a counseling practice with percy. she works primarily with indigenous youth and teen demigods in crisis. she travels a lot for work, doing groups in new rome and at camp half-blood.

piper is actually extremely cool. like she’s the fun aunt, the fun therapist, the fun everything. she has incredible fashion sense too

piper also spends a lot of time with her dad, who is still recovering from everything in TOA. they have a much closer relationship and go to therapy together!

piper hasn’t really “settled down” despite her mother’s wishes. she and shel broke things off in college and she dated around for a while. in the end, she wanted to focus on personal growth in her 30s before getting into anything long-term

she and jason rekindled a friendship after the twins were born and are now very close. she visits them often and is especially close to grace.

percy and annabeth live in manhattan with mrs. o’leary. annabeth is an architect serving the tristate area, meaning she often travels around. she’s known for bringing her ginormous dog to worksites, as mrs. o’leary is often the fastest mode of transportation. percy is a therapist, focusing on clients with abuse histories, learning disabilities, and of course, demigods, though he focuses more on adults.

mrs. o’leary is a middle aged hellhound now. she’s still very spry

percy and annabeth decided not to have kids, as they enjoy the life they live together and would feel scared to bring a child into the dangerous world of a demigod.

they tried living in new rome for a while but percy missed being close to his mom and the city.

percy has taken up skateboarding. annabeth thinks he’s an idiot for it.

along with piper, they’re the cool aunt and uncle. they make a lot of money and spend it freely on their friends’ kids.

frank and hazel settled down in new rome. hazel is a riding instructor in the valley. frank bounced around different careers for years, but when hazel was pregnant with their first son, he settled into firefighting.

they have two sons, george zhang and louis levesque. they alternated last names to honor both of their family histories and both boys have a chinese name as well - xiaosheng and jinhai, respecctively.

george is four and very polite. he is a quiet boy but loves to spend time with his family, especially his uncle nico. louis is six months old and always smiley.

hazel and frank are still friends with many of their friends from the legion, including reyna, who is still traveling the world with the hunters, including thalia.

#percabeth #solangelo #valgrace #frazel #plus the moon #some headcanons #pjo #hoo

[hiimgin]

So, I'm ready to enlighten you on my headcanons for votes.

Let's start, perhaps, with Link, for the others' voices differ from his quite a bit. After him, I'll go straight to the colors.

Imagine a pleasant voice that is somewhere between a child's voice and a young man's voice. Full of confidence and as if even some kind of contempt for everyone around him (except for Zelda, at least)

Green:

His voice is closest to the original, which is not surprising (since only the original wears green).

But despite the similarities, there are still differences. He's less arrogant, and more noble, or something....

Blue:

Perhaps his voice is the lowest of the bunch. He got the arrogance of the original, and a little bit of gruffness. Of all of them, it is Blue's voice that sounds rough, unkempt. Perhaps I could compare it to a scratchy sweater or a piece of paper that prevents you from wearing things.

Red:

His voice, like his curls: soft, pleasant.... Like a pumpkin latte on a warm fall evening. His voice is something you clearly want to hear in order to calm down.

Vio:

Ooh... His voice is distinguished from all the others by its indifference and cold tone that never seems to change to anything more emotional. The quietest of them all, and perhaps the calmest. Like the rustling of the pages of a book.

Bonus: Shadow.

Imagine a young man's voice. A rather pleasant voice that makes you feel warm to your soul, but this voice sounds with some strange echo always, and this echo sounds like his words are echoed by a grown man with a low, intimidating voice.

And... That's all. I hope that's clear...

#some headcanons #hedcanon voices #four swords manga (?) #green four swords (?) #blue four swords (?) #red four swords (?) #vio four swords (?)

[georgiespapers]

Y'know I always headcanon'ed/considered James and Mary as being a loving couple, absolutely adoring each other. The grow old kind.

Even during the end; James held no contempt for Mary even when she lashed out, he chalked it up to the disease. He never hated her, he hated the disease that took her.

Same with Mary, sure she was bitter, angry and snappy in the hallway scene but she immediately follows feeling guilty/remorseful as it really wasn't her talking. She's frustrated, trapped, in pain; a complete shell of her former self just waiting for the end.

Waiting... waiting... as life so cruelly extends to a day. A month. A year.

Mary adored James but she knew how much of a burden her illness became, she knew there was alot of weight on James's shoulders. Sometimes she finds herself thinking that it'll be kinder to let him go find someone else, a thought portrayed as her lashing out in an attempt to push him away... but he didn't falter, he stayed.

Til death to us part... right?

James adored Mary, you can tell by how he plunges through hell for just a mere chance at being reunited with her again. You can tell by the tidbits of lore; him pouring over medical books just for something, anything to help his wife. By how he mentions her playing the piano while not being good at it, he enjoyed watching her play. How they peacefully sat watching over Toluca Lake, taking in the environment, enjoying each other's company.

He loved her dearly and while he did end her life albeit not the merciful way. While taking another's life is a selfish act, sometimes ending it for someone unable to is kinder. Mary did bounce between wanting to live and wanting to die but ultimately she wanted the pain to end and unfortunately the only way for that to happen is death.

Mary wasn't getting better, she knew it... James knew it even the doctor basically told them to get her affairs in order. She suffered for three long years, it took a toll on them both. James was burnt out, while he'd give anything to have more time with Mary, it wasn't fair on her to suffer. Same with Mary; she wanted him to continue living on after her as long as he remembered her.

In terms of Father's Gambit; The same is still true but Mary's love extended beyond her family to her nephew; Alex. Both she and James planned to adopt him from his family, and raise him alongside Oscar in a new home they planned to buy before the illness struck.

While the pair never told Alex what they planned; he always wondered why the visits were reduce to sporadic phone calls. Medical fees depleted the savings. He wouldn't find out until a decade and some change later.

James gave up Oscar to Frank in the final year as he couldn't cope with caring for both his son and Mary but also out of fear as he didn't want to sully Oscar's memory of his mother being in her diseased state. He wanted him to remember who she was, not what she became. A fear driven by a instance of Mary snapping at Oscar for knocking the vase over accidentally... tears were shed, apologies were given but James didn't bring Oscar with him to visit his mum after that.

James's efforts worked in a way despite leaving him wanton to just see his mum again; Oscar remembers Mary for the loving mother she was eventhough he was very young. However maturity played a part in recognizing that the illness ramped up Mary's emotions but also he was also a bundle of energy as six year old, so... annoying.

#silent hill #silent hill 2 #mary sunderland #james sunderland #father's gambit #some headcanons #and lore #honestly wasn't sure whether to tag but screw it you're gonna read my interpretation of their relationship #thankyou for coming to my TEDtalk #yes I put a cut between SH2 and FG drivel because it was getting long