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apollosfavkiddo · 27 days

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Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you

⛧° jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs °⛧

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content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader

warnings:

a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but they’re TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so they’ll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!

Protective is an understatement.

Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.

He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.

So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.

But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?

Of course it did!

My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy

Anyways, you had to make the first move.

Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.

In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.

So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.

Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.

Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.

You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.

"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.

Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.

"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.

Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.

"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.

Percy's face fell.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.

"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.

"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."

Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.

"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.

Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.

He's the literal sweetest person alive.

He👏🏼learnt👏🏼 how 👏🏼to 👏🏼swim👏🏼 for👏🏼 ya

Bro's whipped

And he took Percy's words as his life rules

He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him

Like, literally anytime

Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)

He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes

And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight

That's when he knew he had fell in love with you

Romantic dates EVERY WEEK

He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while

He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies

You got the point

He's just too madly in love

For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world

Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to

He's glad you don't, actually

He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.

Like, absolutely anything

Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely ✨everything✨

Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet

Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly

From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing

And he's totally a languages guy

And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot

And you help him with maths.

Of course, he always has a nickname for you.

"Hey, mermaid?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pjo

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panda-writes-kpop · 2 months

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Demon! Dreamcatcher - Giving You A Helping Hand

a/n: i wrote this to help me with my dami b-day fic... so spoilers for that, perhaps? (this has nothing to do with the fic, i just had brain rot from my own idea... and wrote this instead of the fic 🤦‍♀️) I'll get back to requests and that fic eventually, I hope. 🫠

tw: lots of blood and gore for headcannons, demon eats human, the same human gets brutally murdered again and again, my opinions about what sin each girl represents, someone spits on a dead body, lots of death, DC are murder wives (literally)

♡ Masterlist ♡

Prompt - okay, this was pathetic. You couldn't even fight off one person who sent a right hook into your jaw. You didn't want to call her since she'll probably kill the person in front of you, but they started it by pulling out a switchblade.

Yeah, pleasantries went out the door a long time ago. Fuck, this was a bad idea.

Yet you still summon your girlfriend to your side.

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• Your girlfriend didn't have the most elegant summoning pose - she was in the middle of biting an invisible dish.

JiU - Demon of Gluttony

• Annoyed, she turns to you before smiling and going to greet you...

• -before she notices the small cut on your face.

• Her head snaps to the other direction, noticing the other person who looks terrified at Minji's sudden change in demeanor.

• "I've always wondered what human meat tastes like."

• She lunges and tackles the person to the ground, and you close your eyes as blood and guts fly everywhere

• Not a bit of human flesh lands on you before Minji calls your name.

• You open your eyes to see her wiping her face of blood (as if her clothes and hands aren't soaked in the color red).

SuA - Demon of Pride

• "C'mon, my dear, I've still got leftovers back in hell. Shall we enjoy them together?"

• She's happy you called her - why wouldn't you call the best demon girlfriend to assist you?

• Oh, someone's bothering you? SuA simply opens a portal to hell behind the person and nonchalantly flings them into the portal.

• "Don't worry, babe, I won't touch them. Cerberus will tear them to pieces. :)"

• You forget how terrifying (and hot) she is at times.

• SuA, without dropping her smile, approaches you and gently places her hand on your cheek.

• With a bit of mischievous demon magic, the cut on your face is healed without a scar to be seen.

• She grabs your hand and drags you to a nearby bar.

Siyeon - Demon of Lust

• "Let's go have fun and forget about that miserable person, baby. Doesn't that sound like a much better way to end the night?"

• Your girlfriend drips charisma as she appears in a brilliant display of pink smoke.

• Her eyes glance between the two of you as a wicked smile appears on her face.

• "Well, what do we have here?"

• Siyeon corners your opponent and pins them to a wall with one of her hands as the other strokes their face.

• "You're going to regret ever touching them, you wretched little thing." Her voice drips venom as your attacker's face changes from pleasure to fear.

• The darkness of the night hides the gorey scene as Siyeon, in a brutal display of power, rips every body part from the other person.

• Once she's done, with a snap of her fingers, the blood on her, the ground, and the cut on your face are completely gone.

Handong - Demon of Wrath

• "Now we can enjoy the night together without any disturbances, right?"

• There's no warning after you summon Handong. She simply goes into attack mode after spotting the other person.

• They scream in terror and pain, but she simply scoffs at them

• "Should've thought about that before you punched them, huh?"

• Of course she knows about that, your girlfriend knows about every time someone wrongs you so she can correct things in your favor.

• With nothing but her hands, she's literally ripped them to shreds in what must be a world record.

• "Didn't even put up a fight." She rolls her eyes before landing another punch to their body. "Tsk, what a shame."

• You're the one who has to pull her off of them, with a gentle reminder that the other person was dead a long time ago.

• "I want to make sure that there's no chance that resurrection can happen, my dear." She hisses before spitting on the body.

Yoohyeon - Demon of Greed

• She's not always like this, you swear.

• "Hey, I was busy planning another bank robbery that would be totally foolproof! What are you-"

• She pauses as she looks at you and then the other person.

• "Well, you'll work as bait for Cerberus so SuA doesn't interfere in my plans."

• She snaps her fingers and the other person disappears, but you swear you can hear them scream in the background as you talk to Yooh.

• "They'll have a quick death, I promise!" She squeezes your hands as you nod and agree.

• In her hand, she offers you a bandaid. When you go to grab it, however, she snatches the bandaid away from your grasp.

• "Let me do it, babe!" She whines before opening up the bandaid. "It's the least I can do."

Dami - Demon of Envy

• She's awfully cute for a terrifying, murderous demon.

• She has a less flashier entrance than the other demons, and a less visible response to the other person.

• Her way of handling things is much less brutal. She simply places both of her hands on the person before gently pushing them against the wall.

• Their eye color changes to orange before running off while muttering on about coveting things or people (you can't really tell).

• Dami's attention turns to you as she wipes away any bruises, marks, or blood with the touch of her hand.

• "Are you alright, my dear?"

• Once you've fully reassure her that you're okay, you ask her why she didn't murder the other person in front of you.

• "I know that violence will scare you away, and that's the last thing I want. You shouldn’t be scared of me, darling."

Gahyeon - Demon of Sloth

• For someone who was created to be an incarnate version of envy, she sure doesn't show it off a lot.

• You've summoned her to you, but she's sleeping while standing up.

• So much for getting help from the demon representing sloth. You should probably know better at this point.

• When your attacker tries to approach you with the knife, Gahyeon holds out her arm and catches the other person's arm.

• She then proceeded to harshly throw them into a wall, giving them a quick death with a lot of head trauma.

• Without waking up, she sleep walks over to you. (How does she not fall over her own feet?)

• "There's something on your cheek." She mumbles in her sleep as you touch your face. "You should fix that."

• Thanks, Gahyeon, that's really helpful.

• "I'm going back to bed and I need a pillow." She says before pulling you into her arms. "You're coming with me."

• You can't break out of her grasp as she sinks into the ground, but you give up and accept your fate. That's simply how your girlfriend is.

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pacentia · 4 months

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My dominant!Homelander headcannons ❤️🇺🇲

Note: I see the man as a switch though, so this is just only a part of him 🥰.

TW: 18+, bruises, Homelander is a warning itself

John is incredibly possessive. Once you're entirely his, he'll want to hear who you belong to when he's pounding your sensitive cunt to shreds. He'll want to hear it all the fucking time, in Vought events, during meetings, and in private.

It's a work-out in itself how much power he has to hold back during sex.

Despite him holding back his strength, he's going to want to flaunt his powers by fucking you in impossible positions.

He loves you worshipping him as if he's a God-like being. You love indulging him - he's after all the only man in the sky 🫠

He likes using his X-ray vision to watch himself nestled deep against your cervix, watching his seed flood your insides.

He's a growling beast when he's domming you. That scene in Herogasm when he's pinned down by Soldier Boy, Hughie & Butcher? He's going to growl like that.

He likes to flash his laser eyes accompanied by a wicked grin when he's close to his orgasm

He loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He's obsessed with how perfect your body looks on his fat cock - and how good you look together

He's The Homelander, so he gets to fuck you wherever he wants. Whether it's in one of the Vought elevators, in the meeting room of the Seven, or on top of a random building

After a particularly violent fuck, he'll want to make sure his darling girl is okay. He'll cuddle you, hold you and kiss you until you fall asleep.

Your body is full of bruises. He is careful though. He just gets caught up so badly in the middle of the moment.

He's addicted to the sight of your perfect breasts. If he could, he'd suck on them all day. Same with eating your cunt.

❤️❤️❤️

#i love him sm #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #homelander

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cfcreative · 3 months

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After your biggest self indulgent headcannon with the famed moon lesbians, I've wanted to ask you about your personal headcannons when it comes to the characterisation of both Aylin and Isobel.

In my experience in playthroughs, I feel like I got Aylin's character down pretty well. Bold to the point of recklessness, unyeildingly loyal to the ones she loves, loud and unapologetic but deeply rage full and stubborn.

But I'm pretty stumped on Isobel. I've tried getting extra dialogue from her before she's reunited with Aylin but I just feel like the one scene isn't enough.

What do you think about her character?

Oh, wow, my first ask! And about Aylin & Isobel, of all things. Genuinely delighted by this development.

(DISCLAIMER: I’ll never declare myself an expert on these characters. My reads on them are based on a healthy knowledge of writing, tropes, and speculations spinning off of personal experiences. Unless Larian has put it in the game or game related materials, it’s all headcanons. Cheers!)

I'll put a TL;DR up front (or my "thesis statement" if you want to get academic with it). Isobel and Aylin make each other "more human" primarily by being opposites in the way they express themselves. Aylin is bold, fearsome, and brash. Isobel is composed, sensible, and calculating (while “calculating,” tends to have negative connotations, I'm more leaning into it in a "she's a planner where Aylin is a do-er" way.)

I do hope you’re ready for a ramble, because I have been working on this on-and-off all day.

One of the most important things to keep in mind is Isobel was raised in a house in mourning.

The kind of epic grief Kethric would have gone through upon the loss of his wife would have forever altered the way he acted towards Isobel, beyond making sure she was raised as a Selûnite per Melodia’s wishes. The Kethric we’re presented in game is a fairly controlled man. He's unlikely to be the kind of person who would show his young daughter how deeply his sorrow wounded him; he'd keep his weeping behind closed doors. What distraught adults forget is that children understand and see way more than they're given credit for. Young Isobel would be acutely aware of her father’s pain, and the fact that he hid it. She was a child coping with her own sorrow, and would have looked to her father's example of how to deal with it: she'd learn she was allowed to care deeply, but she could not present that to others. Melodia's death also likely motivated Isobel to become a powerful cleric relatively quickly—a powerful enough cleric might have been able to heal her mother, might have spared her and her father this agony.

The Thorms, being a family of power and privilege in Reithwin, would have been treated by most of the people around them with formal manners, which would be isolating for a child. Everyone in Reithwin would frame Isobel as Kethric Thorm’s beloved daughter, a child without a mother, the devotee of Selûne. They would treat her with respect tinged with pity, never really knowing her... which would be even more isolating.

That's why Isobel is struck by Aylin so immediately (you know, aside from Aylin being a tall blonde sculpture of a woman). Every one of Aylin’s emotions are BIG and outward-facing. Most people approaching “The General” or “The General’s Daughter” would default to near ceremonial conduct. Dame Aylin wouldn’t see the need! Aylin cares strongly about justice, and defending the weak against the wicked, and everyone knows that about her in ten minutes of meeting her, tops. Aylin is passionate and sincere in that passion. Isobel would have been drawn to that, despite the fact that her upbringing still dictates composure.

You can also witness the emotion/composure contrast in the way Isobel reunites with Aylin after Kethric is finally dead. Aylin falls to her knees, picks Isobel up, spins her around. Isobel is overjoyed, but also more reserved. Her emotions are not in grand gestures but in the trembling of her voice—she’s trying to hold herself together.

(If you haven't seen it, there's a Devnote that specifically states that Isobel's delighted by Aylin's demanding people shove off and let her do unspeakable things to Isobel in private. Isobel scolds her angel for acting that way in public, but once those two are alone...)

This is where I circle back on “calculating.” Because it's not just in reuniting with Aylin that Isobel has had to hold herself together. She's been doing that for months....

Imagine yourself in Isobel's position before the start of the game. One moment you’re in your comfortable, warm home, trying to work out how to reconcile your devoted father and your angel, the two people dearest to your heart. Then you blink… and open your eyes in a cold, dusty tomb. It reeks of death. So does your father, who is telling you your beloved is no more. His lips are curling up in an ever-so-slight smile as he delivers the news. The sheer confusion and panic most people would feel in that moment would be overwhelming.

Isobel could have panicked and fled, but that tomb is filled with bones and Kethric is now the Chosen of Myrkul. Where Aylin would charge in and through, inherently trusting her own strength, Isobel would need to craft a plan. Maybe she would play on her father’s emotions until she found herself in a position to run. Maybe she prepares haste or hold person under her breath, or unleashed a well-timed "turn undead." In any case, Isobel is able to pull herself together and escape in such a way that her father cannot follow. She finds a familiar place and sets up a bastion of protection there. Rather than fleeing the Shadowlands altogether, which is what most people would have done, Isobel starts gathering information. She needs to know what happened to her, her family, and her lover. She needs to know why there’s Sharran magic literally everywhere. She is alone, trying to piece together a confusing story she was part of, and somehow the driving force of after she was killed.

Harpers arrive to deal with the threat of Kethric Thorm like they did a century before. Jaheira would have been a legend even when Isobel was a child, but Isobel makes the very conscious choice not to tell Jaheira her true identity. She doubles down on that when Tav and their companions come through... unless they have proof of who she is beforehand. (In this way Shadowheart and Isobel are hilariously in contrast: the Selûnite is a much better secret-keeper than the Sharran.) So I think that all covers "composed, sensible, and calculating" with regards to Isobel, but when writing from her PoV I think you would have a very rich inner dialogue in line with the ideals Aylin outwardly expresses: Isobel wants to comfort and protect the weak, she's loyal to the ones she loves, and feels strongly and deeply. Once she and Aylin are together again, Isobel's presentation shifts. Where Isobel is a grounding force for Aylin (thinking about how Isobel would have had to explain to Aylin why she was upset Aylin went on a month long walk without warning), Aylin pulls Isobel out of that carefully crafted shell of hers (thus my statement re: making each other "more human.") I haven't yet written any (complete) fan fiction for these two but this fic on A03 (fair waring: it's smutty!) really altered my thoughts as to what Aylin and Isobel could have been like prior to Isobel's untimely death. While I love to joke about Aylin ALWAYS TALKING IN ALL CAPS, there's something to be said for writing her along the lines of a courtly knight-errant. Aylin worships Isobel in a way people worship Selune; she's Isobel's most fervent devotee. Isobel is swept away by love at first sight, but still needs to navigate her father's delicate emotions and her own responsibilities. I firmly believe anyone writing anything in the timeframe of the game or beyond it needs to consider their past, even if they have no plans of writing anything of the sort.

I could probably go on for another um... 13 or so paragraphs (😅) but it's proooobably better if I wrap this up. I hope this gives you some things to think about, and helps a bit with whatever you're working on!

#hey hi hello i’m so sorry you asked about a hyperfixation of mine #because this is what you get #CF Answers!#(More Accurately: CF Rambles!)#dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #baulders gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 #headcanon #moon lesbians #nightsong

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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I headcannon that Hawks is feather ticklish. I imagine him as this laid-back guy who has a wicked love if using his feathers to tickle unsuspecting villains into submission... bur is actually super ticklish himself and can even be tickled by his own feathers

Headcanons To Dabbles: Officially CLOSED!

Oh my god YES! Hawks beloved- being sensitive to his own feathers akrjkaerkjaerkjarkje This is delightfully mischevious- I've gotcha covered, friend!

Hawks lived for chaos.

Especially the tickly kind.

The issue that came with it though? He always toed the line of risk and reward, playing with fire-quite literally.

“Well well.” The flame spoke back to him one day, feather caught in hand and twirled around a few times. “Now who’s got the power, pretty bird?”

~~~ “How is it you’re covered in these things and yet are still so sensitive to them?” Dabi mused, sitting on Hawk’s thighs as he dragged the stolen feather up and down the blonde’s back, making him squirm and cackle beneath him. “I’m barely even touching you and you’re acting like I’m trying to kill you.”

“Thahhahahahat’s becahhahahhause you ahahhhahahre! Geahhahahahhahaha, Dahhahahahbi, plehahahahhahsae!” Hawks squealed out, feet kicking the best they could as he buried his face in the nearest pillow. He just had to try and tickle Dabi today, didn’t he? The opportunity was there, but so was the risk, and Hawks laughed in the face of such a thing as he drew his feathers.

And now it was laughing back at him. Lovely.

“Huh- maybe it’s the whole “Can’t tickle yourself thing”, yeah? That’s why you're immune?” Dabi considered out loud, swirling the feather behind Hawk’s ears and earning a squeal. “Wouldn’t be much of a hero if you reacted like this every time you went to fly.”

“Yohoohhohou shuhuhuuht your mohohoohuth! Geahhahahahaha-AHAHHAA NOOHOOHOHOHOOHO!” Hawks’ squirms intensified when Dabi dragged the feather along the base of his wings, the movement slow and deliberate. “NOOHOHOT THEHEHEHHEHEHERE!”

“Oo, looks like the bad spot’s even worse with these.” Dabi snickered, dragging it again and again over the spot as Hawks’ laugh turned silent. “Aww, where’s my song, pretty bird?” He switched back to dragging it along the blonde’s ribs, earning a booming cackle. “There it is! That’s right- sing for me.”

Hawks learned to be more picky about his risks going forward.

#headcanons to dabbles #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #fluff #*screaming crying dancing around*#I love Hawks being feather ticklish akjerjarkjaekjr #Dabi is evil in this one whoops-

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samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires · 7 months

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Do you happen to have any ZibWick headcannons?

Only a few! So strap in, and let's get cracking! Some are fluff, and some are suggestive ;) not much, but here's a bit of content!

ZibWick Headcanons:

OOOOOOOOOO boy. All I gotta say is opposites attract in the best way possible.

Oftentimes Wick invites Zib over to drink some fine scotch or gin, and said times end up with both of them tangled in each other in bed. Definitely not a regret, but certainly a surprise once the hangover kicks in.

On those nights where Zib stays the night, he and Wick would just cuddle up to each other in bed, and Wick enjoys hearing Zib sing for him.

Wick is a bit insecure about their relationship, but moreso if Zib would get hurt. While there was the "Pansy Craze" in the Roaring Twenties and plenty of people from the LGBTQ community, he was still unsure if the world around him would accept the fact that he and Wick are in a same-sex relationship with each other.

Bisexual Wick and Bisexual Zib! Both of them being a bi power couple because yes <3

Wick's fur is soft. REALLY soft. He's Zib's pillow sometimes.

Zib will get to "serenade [him] personally" from time to time, too~!

HHHHHHHHH i really had to step back and think about them. I love them though, and honestly? Def new fav ship.

#lackadaisy #sedgewick sable #dorian zibowski #lackadaisy zib #lackadaisy wick #lackadaisy headcanons #zibwick #original post #ask #answered ask #thanks for the ask! <3 #sorry this came out late I was busy with other stuff #plus I didn't know where to go with this so I gave myself a little time to think about it #i hope it's worth it!

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13keithxpidge13 · 10 months

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I'm pretty interested about Scarlet witch Hobie, do you have any headcannons for him

Hell yeah I do!

Hobie was born into a clan of witches but his mother ran away from their clan when he was a babe when it was found that he was born with the same powers as the prophesied Scarlet Witch foretold in the Darkhold.

He grew up learning about magic and using it in his everyday life even though his mother tried to get him to use it as little possible.

He meets Miles aka The Prowler when he teams up with the Avengers for the first time to stop Ultron from destroying Sokovia. They become quick friends and start teaming up together pretty often, leading to the two slowly falling in love.

Hobie's magic is red.

Hobie has dreadlocks, not wicks in this universe. He has really long hair and really intricate and unique hairstyles. He has a strong love for his hair lol

He's not a punk in this universe but still has a somewhat punky and emo aesthetic to him haha

Before his universe collapses, he and Miles had just moved in together and were planning on getting married within two years time.

Hobie was twenty four and Miles was twenty two when their universe collapsed.

He lives in the dark universe he was spat into after his world was destroyed for almost a year. About ten months. During that time he kinda pulls a WandaVision after he gets his hands on the Darkhold and creates a reality wherein Miles is still alive and nothing bad ever happened ever :D

Miguel O'hara fucks it all up by attempting to stop Hobie from fucking up that world. No matter how lifeless and insignificant a world of darkness is, they cannot risk Hobie collapsing the multiverse.

This, of course, leads Hobie to discovering that Miguel was actually the one to destroy /his/ world and, in turn, Hobie makes it his mission to destroy /him/.

Hobie is held in a powerful box that holds magical beings by the Dr. Strange Spider-Man for four years after the events of his WandaVision special and is only freed when the multiverse shakes itself up thanks to The Spot and the events of Spider-Man: Beyond The Spiderverse.

DUN DUN DUNNNN and the story begins!!!

#punkflower #scarlet witch!hobie

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oh-for-fic-sake-library · 11 months

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Vader kink headcannon

My thoughts on vader and his kinks. They might surprise you?

Warnings: kink talk, smut talk

The fact he can do anything to his lover just gets him going. After living such a restrictive life having the freedom to release his frustration in such a way made his blood sing!

His partner being unable to overcome him despite the restrictions of his suit makes him feel alive. It feeds his ego. And to be honest it does give him a litttle boost. He struggles to accept himself now, he sees himself as this crippled monster unworthy of anything good or pleasurable.

Fear is a turn on for him. He doesnt want you terrified but a spike of primal fear is a delicious treat. He can practically smell it and it smells divine.

Speaking of primal did someone say Primal kink? this man enjoys the hunt, he is a predator and his partner is prey. plain and simple.

Yes he will chase you across the ship. And no you wont have any say in the matter. Theres no discussion, no bartering. He will approch you at any given time and utter 'run' and you know what?

You fucking run. Because its darth vader, and he is not playing around.

He is kind enough to give you a headstart though. He'll remain for a few moments before giving in to the hunt and begin the pursuit.

Its not just the chase that has him excited though, its the thrill of the capture.

He uses his immense strength to manhandle your and he isnt apologising for it.

He never holds back, not when you give in to your delicious fear and panic, clawing at him to try and free yourself, its delicious.

Has he accidentally broken your wrist whislt capturing and pinning you down? Yes. Does he regret it? No. It comes with the territory.

Though he did make sure you worked along side him when you were recovering.

And he did keep you supplied with more then your fair share of pain medication.

Tears. He loves seeing you cry, whats the point in fucking you if he isnt reducing you to tears?

He craves seeing the sweet droplets decorating his armour weave. Theres a beauty in the sweet release of your tears.

Choking is a double edged sword for him, on the one hand he does enjoy the shades of red and purple you turn. The way your moans become strained and the desperate scratching at his hands, pitiful tiny fists pounding at him as you panic.

It all blends together, feeding into the slight size kink he has. And obviously the power dynamics on the relationship.

But he also finds himself becoming somewhat disturbed when actually ending the life of some useless officer. Because it stirs something in him, not quite arousal. But? He finds himself compareing the noises, the gasps and mewls.

And that is what arouses him, when the sounds of your own whimpering breathless moans echo inside his mind. Igniting his desire. And he cant ignore it

Afterwards he always needs to hunt down his little fuck toy and enjoy himself.

A leather kink is a strange one for him; it was unexpected he hates his suit. Loathes it.

But the way the leather glistened with you cum and tears always gave him a wicked smile. Evidence of your rapture was always something he craved.

Not that he never left marks on you, because he did. But staining his suit with your scent was something he looked forward to.

Titles. Fuck yes. He craves the way you beg him so sweetly, calling him your lord and master.

Basically anything that acknowledges him as your superior drives him wild.

He is just? Beastly, possesive and raw. Hexd spent too long being contained. He is just so unapologetically brutal when fucking.

He is possesive to a fault and loves sending you to work with his cum leaking from you. The thought of you having to work along side all those other lesser males smothered in his cum leaves him satisfied.

#darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #star wars darth vader #oh for fic sake headcannon #darth vader x you #darth vader headcannon #darth vader

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the-dark-artifices-trees · 2 years

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Malcolm Fade be like “I know a spot”

And then proceeds to kill your parents to try and bring back his dead girlfriend

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littlelovelore · 1 month

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Taken by the Night is a fic based around Astarion ("pre tadpole") under Cazador's control - some ideas will be headcannon- most will be bg3 / dnd 5e accurate. 18+ graphic sexual descriptions - violence- and potentially triggering topics around SA.

word count: 865

The Masterlist

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

The days dragged on as the sun touched every part of the upper world; soaking all of it's life with a warm embrace, and yet it came and went, all without him once again. The hours dragged on like the stench of the garroted rodent blood through the damp chambers. The minutes, oh the minutes - let alone the seconds- like clawing through thorns and bramble, only to discover a river of fire on the other side. His back pressed against the slate bed, neck turned, with crimson eyes fixed on the city below.

The night was young, only moments old; yet the crisp fall air was laced with music and voices spilling over from the nearest tavern. Fume of the salty coast fortified with smoke wisked through the room, dancing across his nose. Astarion sucked in sharply through his slightly parted lips, and sighed upon exhale.

"I might as well get this over with" He considered, as he pushed himself up to sit and rubbed his face with his hands.

Guilt and misery began to creep in from the edges of his consciousness, but before Astarion could cry out in anger, his mind snapped him back. A wall of non-emotion, of callous coldness and emptiness shrouded his thoughts. That's it- his protection. The flicker of pain he felt, repressed again, with a chill sent up his spine.

Walking down the hall, he tried to ignore his surroundings as much as possible while still holding his head high. All of the art on the walls disgusted him; putrid love affairs with lavish colors and beautiful people. Harder though was passing by the mirrors.

Cazador had them peppered throughout the halls, partly out of self-obsession, but especially to taunt his thralls. Astarion's leather shoes slowed, skidding on the stone floor. Shifting his glace to the knowlingly reflective surface for but a mere moment. He wanted to send it flying across the room, but that thought too, quickly escped his mind as he heard a door creak down the hall. Cazador... fuck. His mind immediately slipped, to the vampire lord - sheer obedience. Astarion remained under the vampiric power, his autonomy slipping away completely the moment Cazador rounded the corner and planted his eyes on him.

"Ohh look who I found here! Astarion! Out to fetch dinner are we?" Cazador spat out with the thickest layer of sarcasm knowing damn well where he was going.

Astarion nods promptly, " Yes, I'm on my way now master"

That last word sliced his tounge like a sharp blade burning his mouth; Knowing Cazadors biddings will take place, but not by his own hand, it would be Astarion's. Just as it was yesterday and the ten day before that, and the hundreds of summers come to pass.

"Just what I wanted to hear, how did you know that? Smart one you are." The sarcastic molasses dripped from his lips.

Cazador pinched Astarion's chin and gave him a wicked smile as he was approaching, now only inches from his face.

"Would you like to join us for dinner this evening?" The Vampire Lord said staring into Astarions eyes, demanding his gaze.

Astarion's heart sunk everytime he heard this question. If I say yes, I'll get fed a rancid ill-begotten rodent; if I say no- his brain recoils. If I say no, he makes me pay with his own form of dinner and a show- always including me getting tourtured in some disturbing manner. His vision flashes to a memory of his brother Leon lashing him with a barbed club before a group of victimed party-goers, then being sent off to an even grimmer quarters than he was acustomed -the pit. Where those same party goers are disposed of, after dinner.

"Yes, I wouldn't miss it," Astarion said with a stale voice and a sorrowful heart.

While releasing the grip from his spawns face, Cazador's sinister grimace never faltered.

"What a wonderful suprise! You will be back soon, won't you?" he asked retorically. "Certainly wouldn't want to keep me waiting."

Taking two steps back, that twisted smile, now a stiff maw; And then, with not a second thought to Astarion, Cazador began his trek down the corridor and dissappeared into the shadows. Like a toy being thrown away his heart ached. All that torture for him to walk away when he got bored.

Swimming upwards towards consciousness, dark nothingness flooding him with a dense cold throb enveloping his skull. The pressure continually building the closer he got to the surface of his mind. Right as the weight became unendurable, he broke through the surface of his psyche; coming to, gasping for air.

Hollowness echoed within, piercing him to the core; body and mind in shock from the unyeilding torment. If he was someone else, he would have just runaway. If he was someone else he would have revenged Cazador ages ago. The thoughts plauged him as he stared lifelessly at the stone floor beneath him, knees splayed and barely holding him upright.

Just as easily as he slipped into the darkness inside, he pulled himself out. The safeguard of his hollowness was front and center now, ready to pick back up and go through the motions once again, much like the rising sun.

" hurry up, find some sad soul, and come back to this damned place" Astarion thought. " this will all be over soon."

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endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus · 7 months

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[headcannons] Getting high with Papa & the ghouls [NSFW]

GIF by venus-2273

Warnings - MDNI 18+, explicit language, mentions of smoke/weed and sexual commentary/actions.

The title speaks for itself

if you would like me to write about the ghouletttes, please let me know <3

Huge, huge, huge thank you to my bestie @sink-me-in-your-ocean

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ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝕀𝕍

Claims to know what he is doing

In his office, he taps on the wooden desk and you do as instructed, sitting with your legs on either side of his thighs while he is slouched in his throne

Opens the top drawer and pulls out a match book and a pre-rolled joint

He licks his lips before propping the joint between his lips, he raises a brow to you - not realizing you mimicked his action of swiping your own tongue over your lips. You bite down on your bottom lip, your face flushing in a hue of deep ruby red.

Not only did his rise to power and wicked dance moves make you weak in the knees, this was taking that to another level.

He shakes his head, a devilish grin appearing and he continues with nimble fingers. Papa rips a single match from its home and strikes it against the red strip on the back of the package.

It instantly ignites, he cups his hand around it to keep the flame from going out, and brings it up to the end of the joint. He takes a few small puffs, making sure it's evenly burning before he takes a bigger hit.

In a slow exhale, the smoke escapes, hugging the features of his face before disappearing in the air. He offers it to you and you excitingly accept, taking it between your thumb and pointer finger. In a swift inhale, you indulge, watching the end of it burn red and ash forming immediately following.

Courteously, you blow the smoke away, and he takes it back, your fingers grazing during the exchange. He winks before bringing it to his lips and taking another drawn out inhale. Mid hit, he begins to violently cough, smoke spewing out during his attack. You quickly take the joint and place it in the ashtray before tending to him.

You grab a bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and tell him to drink up. He tries his best, hunched over, his hands grasping the sides of your thighs, attempting to hold himself. Your hand flies to rub his back, and he catches his breath. He rests his head on your thigh, still recovering and you move your hand to pet his hair.

Silly rat man…

𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

Always has a pre-rolled joint tucked behind his ear

He is more than happy to share his stash with the other Brothers and Sisters of sin

Practically begs for you to join him

Has a tray, all the ingredients laid out to create the perfect blunt for you two to enjoy

The both of you are sitting criss crossed on the floor, the tray separating you two

He hums as he begins the ancient ritual

His slender fingers pick up a piece of paper and hold it in the palm of his hand as he sprinkles the ground buds in a line. Once he was happy at the amount of flour, he picked up one side of the paper and began to tuck it in. You were captivated by how flawless his execution was, more invested on how delicately his fingers moved.

Slowly rolling and making sure the ends were packed in tight, he brought it to his mouth and you held your breath. With a smooth swipe of his velvet tongue, he seductively licked the edge. Your eyes locked as he did and a cool shiver possessed your being, making you shudder.

He casually chuckled at your reaction, “Is it cold in here?” his eyes grazed over your figure and landed on your braless, perked breasts, your hardened nipples poking out of your thin shirt.

“Here, this should warm you right up” with a suggestive wink and his voice laced in adoration of your display, he held the spliff out for you. You rolled your eyes at the benign comment, ignoring the fact that he was clearly turned on by your mind-of-their-own breasts and snatched the joint from him.

Your chest rose, puffing out as you took in a vast inhale, and you knew he was drooling at the sight. You blew the smoke out right in his face and as it dissipated he bit through it, flashing his pearly white fangs at you.

A low growl rumbled from his throat and you giggled at his sass. You played innocent, purposefully arching your back to give him a show as you took your hit. He reached out to pluck the blunt from your hand, invading your personal space and extinguishing it out on the tray before tucking it behind his ear.

You were puzzled, a bit nervous, had you upset him? You replayed the last few minutes in your head, too distracted within the confines of your mind momentarily. There was no warning as he lunged forward and tackled you to the hard floor, his hands holding the back of your head to protect from the impact.

He peppered your face in kisses before he feverishly seized his lips onto yours, his entangled fingers in your hair gently tugging on the strands, eliciting a moan from you and granting him access for his tongue to wrestle yours in a fiery passion.

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

The real professional when it comes to weed

He has a display case dedicated to his collection of bongs and pipes

Very shy when inviting you into his room

You both are sitting on the edge of his bed

He nervously chuckled when he realized he was anxiously ripping a few bowls before you came by. He removed the bowl piece from the bong and dumped out the dust in a small trash can by his nightstand, apologizing for the haze that clung onto the walls in his room.

He crumbled up a piece of bud in his long fingers as he re-packed the bowl for you, a slight shake in his hand. You admired his room, very neat and organized, very fitting to his personality.

“W-would you like to light it, or me?” His hands were so big, he was able to balance the bong in one palm and the white lighter which looked so tiny in his other. You smiled and politely asked for him to ignite the lighter for you.

You picked up the crystal clear bong with both hands, being as cautious as you can. You positioned your hand to wrap around the neck of it and the other to support the bottom for the time being.

“Ready?” His voice was quiet and timid. You nodded and he set the green ablaze, you sucked in as long as you could, the bubbles vigorously vibrating inside the glass. You swiftly removed the bowl piece, making sure to inhale and clearing out all the smoke before shakily exhaling, a huge cloud emerging from your mouth.

You coughed a bit and he had a water bottle on hand, exchanging the items between your hands. You chugged about half of it when the tingling feeling of the high washed over you. Your eyes became so heavy, you ended up leaning against him and he welcomed you with open arms.

He cozily swaddled you in his massive arms and laid back, letting you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. His grip was tight but you didn’t mind, he was an adorable snuggly bear.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

Doesn’t go anywhere without his pen

Likes to wear his mask and let the smoke cascade through its openings

Anytime you see him, he lets you sneakily take a hit

One time he placed it over his crotch and erected it like his cock as a joke

It didn’t stop you from getting on your knees to suck it, keeping your eyes fixated on his

Demon boy died at the sight, “You’re so fucking hot.” he snarled through gritted teeth

You bumped into him in the hallway: he was leaving rehearsals at a pretty late hour which is why you gave him a confused look. He read your mind, replying to the unprompted question, “Technical difficulties,” he groaned.

You sighed, knowing he was most likely irritated and wanting to escape to decompress before he unleashed his fury on innocent folks. He fished out his gray pen from his back pocket, flashing it between his thumb and pointer finger and nodded his head towards the exit outside. Words were not needed as this was his signal for you to join him.

I have a few minutes to spare.

He led the way to his secret spot in the gardens, it was tucked away in the furthest forgotten corner. The hedges, which hadn’t been tended to in ages as they grew uncontrollably tall, were surrounded by piles of crunchy dead leaves covering the overgrown grass. He kicked away the debris to make room for you two to settle down. The dark sky was luminated by the moon and stars of various sizes twinkled brightly.

Your focus was on the shining stars, mentally connecting the dots to form your own constellations. He tapped the tip of the pen on your shoulder to get your attention, it was your turn to take a hit. You cheerfully accepted the device from his lithe digits, your eyes tracing over the protruding tendons and veins running down the back of his hand.

As you brought the pen to your lips to take a drawn out drag, he grasped your chin turning to face him, mere inches away from yours. As you exhaled he latched his lips onto yours, shot-gunning the massive cloud of smoke into his own lungs. His grip was taut and you blinked rapidly with wide doe eyes.

He licked his lips as the smoke exited his nostrils, tasting the strawberry flavored chapstick you sported on a daily basis. Without a second thought he dove back in for seconds, feasting on your bottom lip like his life depended on it.

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞

Indulges quite often in the devils lettuce

Usually likes to have a smoking buddy

Wood worked a janky little box where he stashes all his materials

Phantom was laying on his stomach, fishing under his bed when you entered his bedroom. You tilted your head to the side, curious to what he was doing.

“Ah ha!” he hollered, his head appearing from the curtain of his bed skirt and holding a wooden carved - clearly homemade - box. He shimmed to sit up right, his back leaning on the frame of his bed.

He grinned like a giddy child in a candy shop, delighted you made it and motioned for you to join him. You approached him unsure where to hunker down. Unexpectedly, he yanked your hand and you landed in his lap, your back neatly pressed against his front. He had trapped you in a compact embrace, squeezing tight with his lean arms wrapped around your waist. You gasped and lightly tapped his forearm, flagging him to loosen his grip before you passed out.

You both giggled and you nuzzled into him, wiggling your butt over his crotch, purposefully stirring his cock awake.

“Hey, hey,” he teasfully growled, “settle down girl.” His hot, shaky breath caresses your earlobe, sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body. He placed the box in your lap, his chin propped on your shoulder, overlooking. He flung the top open, gathering all the necessary items before shutting it closed with a thud.

The short hollow cylinder he picked out was colorful and petite, he grabbed your hand, holding your palm out for him to place the vibrant glass.

“You know what this is?” his voice was low and you could feel his throat vibrate as he spoke.

You shook your head no and he continued, “So I’m going to pack this end piece, the bowl, just keep still.”

You were enraptured by his agile fingers maneuvering skillfully as they stuffed the bowl with crumpled pieces of herb. He then took the glass and balanced it on top of his fingertips, “I’m going to light the bowl and you’re going to suck on this.”

Your lips met the cool glass opening, deftly sucking until you couldn’t handle the harsh smoke anymore.

“Good girl, now we don’t want to let it go to waste.” he took over, consuming the rest until the bowl was burnt to a crisp.

Your head lolled back, exposing your neck and he took the invitation to plant open mouth smooches leading up to your ear.

“Why don’t we get more comfortable?”

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

Doesn’t really care for smoking

Usually babysits the other ghouls

Likes to mess with them now and then

You two are sitting on the couch in the Ghouls rec center

Rain was curious when you pulled out a small tin from your bag. You explained that it helped you wind down for bed and he asked to also try.

You popped one into your mouth and chewed on the gummy candy, barely even able to distinguish it had weed in it.

He opened his mouth, pointing for you to feed it to him directly. You rolled your eyes, he’s such a baby, and placed the soft jellied sweet on his tongue.

“Mmm, that's yummy.” He sighed, contentedly licking his lips. You swear he didn’t chew it, instead swallowed it whole. You gawked at him, watching his Adam's apple bob as the gummy traveled down his throat.

“You have any more sweeties?” He tapped your bag excitedly and you chuckled, the ghouls had such sweet tooth's, you should know better by now to bring extra candy for them.

Time flew by as you two sat chatting about everything under the sun. Your high was creeping in, you could tell once your cheeks started to tingle and you had a feeling his was closing in as well.

He had an enormous grin as he stared at you blankly, and you cocked your head to the side, oh no.. here we go.

His lanky fingers reached out to brush the soft features of your face and you didn’t flinch, wanting to see where this would lead.

“You’re… so… pretty.” His voice purred as he slowly spoke each word.

You were stunned by his words and had no idea how to respond to his compliment. Your cheeks immediately flushed and mouth slightly gaped.

He took the opportunity to skim his thumb over your supple lips, continuing to smile as he did. Maintaining eye contact, he let his hand drop to your chest over your heart.

He hummed, closing the gap between each other, the tip of his nose tickling your cheek. He took your hand in his other and rested it above his own heart, holding it in place.

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starryqueen-18 · 8 days

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A Headcannon For Madame Grape: Backstory

Inspired by SMG4 Puzzlevision I wanna make a head cannon for Madame Grape.

Madame Grape was once a human woman who love theatre, she always dream to be an actor and a star, she's watched plays and studying acting, king her dream a reality, however all of her hard work and dreams are shattered when she didn't get chosen to get the job. The woman walks home with anger and jealousy, she heard whispers coming from somewhere, she followed it to a mysterious case with a golden mask inside, it told her to put the mask on to have her dream come true.

The woman was hesitant at first but with thinking of having her theatre dreams to come true, she put on the mask and soon she felt great power, she became the wicked grape.

What do you guys think? I hope you all enjoy grape's Origin story I made.

Stay safe and Kawaiii!!!!

bye! ^w^

#princess peach's showtime #princess peach showtime grape #wicked grape #madame grape #princess peach #origin #backstory #head cannon

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jax-is-rattled · 11 months

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Twatter makes me sad so I'm making more cursed ghoul headcannons to cope.

Ft the new ghouls bc fuck you that's why:

Cumulus has disturbingly good aim. Likes to bring mountain his lunch when he's in the greenhouse solely so she can beam it at him from the door to see if hes paying attention.

He never is.

Cirrus takes every chance she gets to stack things on Mountains forehead when he sleeps on the couch.

She has a high score of 7 paper towel rolls, 4 xbox controllers, a tub of ice cream, and a box of donuts.

They have also played jenga on him as well.

Sunshine calls everyone "my guy". Everyone.

She called Sister that once and felt her soul leave her vessel at Mach Speed.

Aurora walks so quietly it's scary. She's constantly sneaking up on people and it's not even on purpose.

She has consequently also found out that cumulus' fear response is, in fact, fight.

And that cumulus has a wicked left hook.

Dew, contrary to popular belief, cannot handle spicy food. He was dared to chug all the Diablo sauce packets that they collected in the fridge door every time they get tacobell. There was so much it literally fell out every time they opened the door. He cried for 3 days after said dare.

Rain is the reason they can't have dnd night anymore.

He is also the reason that the ghouls don't play monopoly.

Aether does not know how planes work and they weird him out.

Nobody tell him about boats.

Swiss is the only one with a driver's license.

Should he have one?

No.

No he should not.

Mountain once got so absolutely blasted he walked into the woods for a week and came back a changed ghoul.

And covered in dirt.

They had to break out the power washer.

Phantom still cries at the beginning of the movie Up and will fist fight anyone who makes fun of him for it.

Ok that's all.

#i even color coordinated this bitch #kinda #mountain still doesnt know what happened when he was put in the woods #that ghoul wasnt just baked #he was SAUTÉED #jax rattles #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #i dont know the main tags so thats all im putting

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luci-j · 3 months

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Okay, since I had a ton of fun with the last ones, some more headcannons of characters from my fic series! <3 This time we're going to focus on Lir Tam-Lin, with some facts, headcannons, and background info.

* He started off as a little bit of a one-off joke I made with a friend who is a FREQUENT head cannon buddy of mine, and I love that for them. Literally just something along the lines of "wouldn't it be funny for Rocket to be walking down a hall at Nova Corps and seeing someone who looks like Meti??"

* His last name, "Tam-Lin," is from an old Scottish ballad that is strikingly close to "Beloved and the Bastard". His first name, "Lir," is that of an Irish sea god. It was kept because it is also the name of Elphaba's son in the "Wicked" series, and that was too much a coincidence to pass up since Meti has basis from this story (down to his mother's voice claim is Idina Menzel!). This is all a loving homage to my headcannoning friend too, since they've been so instrumental in how this series has turned out.

* Speaking of voice claims, his is Timothy Omundson, who played Lassiter on "Pysch". When I write a character, it helps me to have a voice to work with in real life, and Omundson hit a lot of the marks for me with how tense he could sound but also how warm he could be.

* Omundson is a stroke survivor, and while this initially wasn't part of Lir's character, it quickly became one. Anyone who's read at least a little bit of my stuff probably has a handle on the fact showing those with disabilities is a big thing to me. While I have some disability issues of my own (with learning, a few other things), I also have a disabled parent. Seeing things through her eyes made me want to write more characters who were disabled, yeah, but also bad ass.

* Lir is from the planet Hill Temar, is another Celtic reference, this for the Hill of Tara, which factors in a lot of Irish mythology.

* His ship is named the Bán Pangar, which is yet ANOTHER Celtic callout. This is a 9th century Irish poem about a cat.

* Lir is really into Gundam models and mecha anime. His favorite is Gundam Wing, since it was his introduction series, and he is also a fan of things like Big O and Neon Genesis Evangelion

* He also has a soft spot for magical girl anime but would die of embarrassment if anyone found this out

* He was a fan of mecha things from childhood. He grew up in a very pastoral home world, and moving to Xandar was a shock to him. He didn't have many friends, but he always loved going out to watch machines or see ships fly

* Some of his favorite activities when he was a child was bow hunting, fishing, and collecting pebbles by the stream

* He has crow brain, much like Meti does, and loves collecting things

* He may be a little terse with Richard Rider and Sam Alexander, but would also take a bullet for either of them

* His mother is an Eternal. Being part Celestial as well, he has the potential for a lot of power

* While it hasn't been stated in text yet, his mother's name is Morga

* He loves music from anime and JPop. He's stolen away to more than one concert on Earth and watched from a distance

* He credits his dexterity to building models. While he does have exosuits that allow him movement with both hands, he still prefers using one hand to work. It's mostly out of habit now.

* Loves his weapons. Being a sharpshooter is what initially got him noticed by Nova Corps. Being a natural tacticle genius is what got him thrown into the position of Nova Prime. He actually has a lot of respect for Rocket, even if they butt heads a lot.

* A bit lonely and has trouble expressing it! His wife is also the only woman he ever dated, and he was about 27. He has a hard time opening up to people, but really wants to make a connection

* Loves kids and babies and is a natural with them. This is something he gets from his mother

* Owns about ten different outfits. Wants to branch out in his style currently, but doesn't know where to begin. With being half Meti, there is hope for him.

* A hopeless romantic at heart and a bit shy about it. Poor guy. <3

#rocky raccoon and the knowhere man #rocket raccoon #meti geer #dr. meti geer #gotg rocket #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #fan fiction #lir tam lin #lir tam-lin

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theintrovertbean · 2 years

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Hellooo it's me again 😼

I wanted to request.

Nadia with a *drumroll* Lucio's sibling mc 🤨

I want to know what you think about it, like if mc told her since the beginning or later on the route, what would be Nadia's reaction, will she trust them right away?Nadia didn't remember them because yk

It would be more fitting to do headcannon

Anyways

Thanks for keeping Nadia's tag alive and well fed 🤧♥️

-🦭

Hello, Anon! It's nice to hear from you again. I hope you're doing well!

Now that was a request that I probably enjoyed way too much. My imagination went wild.

I believe that this MC is younger than Lucio. They could have been around 5-10 years old (possibly a year or two older) when Lucio made his first deal, so they were old enough to remember him but not old enough to actually do something about it.

Morga definitely didn't plan on having another child after popping out a goat, so MC was an accident that turned out a lot better than expected. Big brother Lucio definitely bullied his little sibling, and he was also extremely jealous of them for being everything their mother wanted in a child.

I also think that Lucio tried to kill MC too, but they were a sturdy little cutie (strong enough to endure a harsh winter) and survived. And now, they're hungry for revenge.

Thank you for this request, Anon, I really enjoyed it. Writing and posting Nadia content is my pleasure, and I'm just hoping that my creations are worthy of her tag 😂

Also, I kept this writing more on the general side, but if the public desires, I think I could write something bigger and more romantic 👀 Or anything else you want about these two, really.

I'm rambling so much omg.

Nadia with an MC who is Lucio's sibling

When MC arrived at the palace uninvited, Nadia first didn't want to let them in (it's kinda understandable because MC is probably a big and strong person with a German name like Freitag -> it means Friday in German. Montag is Lucio's name, which means Monday, and Monday sucks, but MC is cool, so yeah, Freitag.) She told the guards to make them go away, but it was useless. The stranger pushed through the wave of guards and barged through the palace doors. No one could stop them from meeting the Countess of Vesuvia. They were powerful and a little forceful, but they claimed that they had good intentions and wanted to help with the investigation.

And Nadia could really use some help in solving her ex-husband's murder, so she accepted their offer. But she had a few conditions herself. First, she made it clear that in Vesuvia, she was the boss lady and that MC would have to wear more appropriate clothes from that point. Animal fur just wasn't in style there.

During their first dinner together, Nadia took a good look at MC while they ate. They looked familiar, and they strangely resembled the former Count of Vesuvia. (Except for the hairline. MC's looked a lot better.) Still, their blonde hair, sharp yaw, wicked smile, and those silver eyes that haunted her every night were enough to stir some worries inside Nadia. And with an intuition like Nadia's, it was easy to become suspicious, but she couldn't tell for sure.

The next day, MC gazed at the strange painting in the Countess' salon, mortified by how anyone could portray their mother like that while waiting for Nadia's arrival. She was fashionably late, of course. When she arrived, she told MC that they were to visit Lucio's wing.

And oh boy, was it dramatic.

Lucio spoke to MC and Nadia in his creepy ghost voice.

"Noddy, I see you have finally taken an interest in your in-laws! How kind of you to bring them here! Did you come here to mourn me, little MC? Tell me how much you've missed your big and handsome brother!"

MC would reply something like this: "In my eyes, you've been dead since the moment you betrayed our family. And now, I will make sure you stay that way, Montag."

Nadia's eyes widened in horror, but she did her best to remain calm. Everything made so much sense. When it comes to being a leader, MC was everything Lucio thought he was. They were a provider, the protector of their people, and a true hunter. The best from their clan.

When they left Lucio's wing, Nadia brought up the topic and asked MC to explain everything to her. MC told her how Lucio made a deal, killed their father, and attempted to murder their mother and MC, unsuccessfully. With Lucio gone and MC being a much better version of him, MC became the official heir of the Scourge of the South. When Lucio found out, he probably tore out his hair, and that's the reason behind his hair loss.

Morga was the person who sent MC, her only worthy child, to Vesuvia. Their goal was to track Lucio down and do whatever it took to stop him and the plague, even if that meant killing him. Morga had to stay at home to take care of her people, and MC was more than willing to go.

And well, MC didn't really have to tell Nadia that they're Lucio's sibling since he revealed it himself. They only had to confirm it, which they did with absolute honesty, and Nadia appreciated it.

Trusting MC was a different issue, tho. Nadia wanted to trust them, but with Lucio being their brother, she had every reason not to. This MC had to work a little harder to earn her trust, which they did, possibly a lot sooner than expected. MC worked incredibly hard and managed to prove to her how different they were from their brother at every chance they got. Nevertheless, they had a very good reason to be there, and since they shared the same goal as Nadia, she gladly partnered up with them for the investigation.

At some point, they definitely had a little chat, and MC shared all the embarrassing and terrible stories they had of Lucio.

Monty definitely held a nasty grudge against MC, so I doubt that he told Nadia about them during their marriage. Maybe she knew about their existence, but of course, she couldn't remember them. If Lucio did tell a bit about them to Nadia, he probably did his best to make them seem like a total bitch.

Nadia respects MC's leading abilities, and she would be happy to let them help her rebuild Vesuvia. And train the guards. MC found them too soft.

And now we shall imagine MC and Lucio having a lovely sibling argument in German while Nadia is sipping tea in the background. She's definitely smiling behind her cup.

Monty, du verwöhnter Idiot!

I only speak a little bit of German. Please don't come at me if I wrote that incorrectly

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