#✧ ˚ · . leave everything on the canvas / headcanon.

[chaospirals]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

❝ Art is empty without empathy.

Empathy is a keystone of Hwei's character. It's mentioned numerous times in his character insights and in his voice lines and, along with his imagination, is both his greatest strength and his fatal flaw. Even before he could clearly see emotions, Hwei was fascinated by them, both his own and others'. He would often get in trouble in Koyehn for prying too much into the emotions of others, and eventually learned that people get upset when their emotions are dug into, but it did nothing to quell his interest — only taught him to hide it.

As his visions developed, Hwei could often be caught staring past the person he was talking to — or, more accurately, staring at the colours they were giving off, committing them to memory so he could paint them later. He was fascinated by the way emotions blend into each other, and often coped with his own emotions by painting them as he imagines they would look, or by losing himself in the emotions of another.

It's in his hyper empathy that a lot of his problems arise. Because he can understand others so well, he can justify their actions. The same way it's easier to justify one's own actions because the person committing them knows the reasoning behind it, Hwei understands, intrinsically, why people act in the ways that they do. To him, no one ever acts 'irrationally' — if he connects the dots in the visions he sees, he can figure out, at the very least, the emotions that caused them to act that way.

This means he can empathize with people who do truly terrible things, and though he has a strong understanding of right and wrong, it often gets muddied in the how and why. He understands criminality enough to target mostly criminals, but he's never able to look at just their actions — everything becomes subjective the moment he sees that person face to face. Sometimes, even before he encounters them, he has already begun to spin possible reasons why they act the way they do. This, understandably, gets him into some heated debates that he has to get his way out of afterwards.

It's also possible for Hwei to get overwhelmed by the force of others' emotions. If it's one person he's usually okay, but the more people around him who are feeling strongly, the more overwhelming it can be. Extremely busy settings such as markets are very overwhelming for him, because it's hard for him to focus on his surroundings rather than the colours and emotions of everyone in the area. Oftentimes, Hwei tries to avoid these busy situations, as he'll often get trapped in them if he can't tune out the emotions long enough to get himself out. Someone save him.

[mordredisacoolname]

BRIDGERTON BROS FALLING FOR A MALE READER

Male reader

HEADCANONS

Characters: Anthony, Benedict, Colin

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Anthony

-this boy is in DENIAL

-what do you mean he's in love with a MAN??

-he's so doomed

-you were very tight before

-spent every day together

-he really enjoyed your company, more than anyone, and he didn't understand why

-but when he realized he loved you he started avoiding you like the plug

-you don't understand why

-even tho you made peace with liking men and than fact that you're in love with your best friend, you didn't think he returned the feeling

-so you think you did something wrong

-you try talking to him but every time he finds an excuse to be somewhere else

-he is jealous of every man you talk to

-he doesn't have the right, but he still feels it

-after weeks of avoiding you he realizes the feeling won't go away

-so he with Benedict to a party, and sees you kissing a man

-you mean he has a chance with you???

-he barges to the room, his fist aching to punch the other guy, but he controls that feeling and just orders him to get the fuck out

-you're shocked, both just standing there staring at each other

-anthony steps closer to you starting intensely at your eyes

-"I think..." He doesn't finish the sentence and just kisses you

Benedict

-he first meets you in an art class

-watching your hand gracefully moving the paint brush on the canvas

-his starting is interrupted by lord Granville, asking him why haven't he started sketching

-by the end of the class you compliment him on his painting, making him feel something funny in his chest

-next time you're both in the studio he gathers the courage to talk to you, learning you'll be at the Granville's party next week

-you both meet there and spend the whole night together, you invite him to your studio, just the both of you

-he spends the leading days thinking about you

-"so, you want to pose or should I do it?" You ask him once you've taken out the canvas

-"I'd like to paint you" he saying with a playful twinkle in his eyes

-you settle into the chair in front of the canvas, posing for him

-"you know, I've been wanting to practice some anatomy"

-you understand the hint and take off your top, smiling to yourself

-after he's finished for the day you get up to look at what he did

-"so, what do you think"

-"this is amazing" you tell him

-"well, the muse is all to blame" he gets closer to you, looking briefly at your lips

-"oh sorry, next time I'll make sure to move in my sit and not let you work"

-"I won't be complaining if you were the one distracting me"

-he smirks looking into your eyes

-this waiting is killing you so you lean forward pressing your lips against his

-"we'll see next time" you say and leave him standing alone in the studio, eager for your next session

Colin

-you're a featherington relative visiting your family

-you're the closest to Penelope, always getting along

-you arrive together at the ball, all dressed up

-you're in a middle of a conversation with Pen when a man interrupts you to say hello to Pen

-"oh hello, I haven't seen you before" he looks at you in slight awe

-"I'm Penelope's distant relative, 'name', nice to meet you Mr....?"

-it takes Colin a couple seconds to respond "oh right, I'm Colin bridgerton"

-"the famous bridgerton, what a pleasure"

-"famous? You've heard of me?"

-"of course, Penelope never stops talking about you Mr bridgerton" you smirk at her red face

-"ah, that's nice, I think"

-"well, I shall go speak to other people, enjoy your night, Colin"

-he's absolutely smitten

-your voice, your smile, everything

-he visits the featherington house every day after that night, just to see you

-you talk a couple of time, and once he invites you to play cricket with his brothers

-you have am absolute blast, winning against Colin all the time

-he's usually good at this, but he can't seem to pocus

-except he does focus, just not on the game

-one day you sit together on a bench, watching people pass by

-"I'm returning to my hometown in two days" you suddenly say

-his heart sinks

-"what?"

-"yeah, I don't really see a future here, I thought that I'd find me a...wife, and settle down, but no such luck"

-his mind goes blank, he can't lose you

-he's next day he hurries over to the house, asking for you

-you're in your bedroom reading something when he storms in

-"is everything well Colin?"

-"don't go, stay here"

-"I told you, there's no reas-"

-"stay for me" he tells you before he overthinks it too much

-you're surprised, not because you didn't feel something going on between you, but because he actually said it, you thought it would never happen

-you're kinda relieved Colin presented a reason for you to stay, with him

[shhh-secret-time]

Kyle Broflovski

26 y.o (He/Him)

Soul Synergy: Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

Headcanons:

☆ Going to college on a full scholarship and with his help from his parents

☆ Still works part time at Tweek Bros Coffee, he wants to earn his own way in life

》 This feeds his caffeine addiction

☆ He still plays basketball, it helps him blow off steam

☆ Has a habit of piling to much on his plate

》 Stan usually has to remind him to take time for himself, forcing him to relax

☆ Probably tried to major in law like his dad but at some point he decided he really hated it

☆ Switches to something like English and General Classes for now.

》 I can see him becoming an Author! (I'm projecting)

☆ He tries to visit home often, holidays, birthdays, and on breaks!

☆ Does everything in his power to NOT talk about school. It's the last thing he wants to think about and he doesn't want to make his mother stress

☆ He and Stan live closer to campus, they went halfsies on an apartment together

》 Kyle cooks -> Stan does the dishes

》 Kyle handles paying rent -> Stan handles the handiwork around the house

☆ Will participate in Stan's board game nights if he has the time

☆ Although he loves D&D night and will not miss a session if he can help it. (I'm projecting)

》 I like to think he eventually becomes a DM the more he takes writing classes. I see those two going hand and hand

☆ He started carrying the lighter when Stan picked up smoking and it's just always been in his pocket

☆ Comes in handy when he smokes weed

》 I don't see him as the kind of guy who buys it or owns a bong/bowl/whatever, but I think he'll smoke if offered. Anything to just relax.

☆ Because of that he always carries an inhaler for Stan. He knows his friend hasn't had an asthma attack since they were kids, but just in case

☆ Also brings little bottles of water, enough for the other three. (Even Cartman if he can convince the guy to even look at water.)

☆ I didn't draw it but he's definitely got an EpiPen for sure.

》 He's the mom friend, I don't know what you expected

☆ Carries his glasses in the case, but he can't keep his glasses clean at all

》 Somehow his phone is immaculate, baffling really

☆ Looks at his palm often, so he started wearing gloves again

》 He gets distracted to easily with it

☆ The font on his palm is golden, looks like ink melting when it changes

☆ The closer his soulmate is to him, the quicker the words change.

》 If he thinks about it too much, he panics because what if he starts thinking something stupid and his soulmate laughs?

》 After a while he stops caring and just accepts that it is what it is.

☆ He's very protective of his hands because of it, often keeping his hands in his pockets if he's not wearing his gloves

》 More like he's protective over his soulmates thoughts.

His hand finds the silver necklace around his neck, the pointed star of David digs into his palm. The blunt ends of each point reminds him to breath. He turns it over a few times, doing the same with the lighter in his pocket.

He catches it out of the corner of his eye, the font on his palm gleams and twists. Running down his pale skin like watercolor does a canvas.

'Kyle! I love you!'

Kyle let's out a little breath, it dissolves into a chuckle. That breath takes the tight feeling in his chest with it. The beautiful font leaves room for a smile.

"I love you too." He whispers to the palm, placing a kiss over the words.

(Here's the blank version! ♡ )

[moronkombat]

I don’t know if you’ve done this before but I’m begggggging you for a Reiko alphabet 😩😩 no one ever writes anything about him

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Satisfied and quite pleased with himself and his partner's performance. Aftercare is not something he is fond of in terms of giving and receiving. The most Reiko will do is lay close to his partner with them resting against his chest while his hands lay confidently beneath his head

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiko is proud of his overall physique. His body has been trained for war and destruction and it shows. He is particularly fond of his shoulder blades. Why? He feels he can carry the weight of the world atop them

Their thighs. He knows just how...powerful those lovely muscles can be and he loves being so buried in them, feeling just how they strain against him as his tongue devours and claims

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to change it up. Some days he will absolutely fill you to the brim, cumming all over your tender and sore insides. Other times he prefers to paint you as if you a blank and awaiting canvas

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiko doesn't have many secrets in terms of bedroom activities with his partner. If he is wanting to do something, he will propose it. He is quite fond of having sex after killing his enemy. He is riled up and wants to share his raptor with you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has enough experience to know what feels great and feels even greater. Reiko likes to be well versed in everything, sex is no exception. Though, sex for him is relatively casual. He does not see sex as something you do with someone you love. It is merely an excellent way of rewarding the body

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His favorite position is you on top of him. He wants to see you riding and bouncing. He doesn't want to miss a single second of the pain and pleasure that is written on your face

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Reiko is not overly serious but he is not exactly humorous. For him, sex is a battle. He is a dominant individual but a switch in the bedroom. If you want to be the dominant one, you need to fight him for it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Clean and smooth. Reiko is very much a purist in how he portrays his body. He wants nothing to be hidden by hair and so it is all removed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not romantic. Well, he is in his own way. For him, to battle his partner is the most romantic thing one could ever do. Will he buy you flowers? No. Will he bring you the head of his enemy? Yes. Sex is not romantic, it is fierce, rabid and untamed

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Typically isn't one to partake in such pleasures. No, Reiko will seek out his partner over everything else. There is no need to pleasure himself when he has a beautiful partner's legs to slide between

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking- He will always leave marks on you and you better leave some on him as well. Everyone is leaving that bedroom painted in the glory of love making. He never hides the marks you give him. He wears them with pride and will even boast about them if he catches others looking. Yeah you guys are that annoying couple that openly talk about your sexual adventures. You better not hide those marks either. Not only will he find it insulting, he'll be hurt by it.

Bondage- Reiko is a fan of bondage solely for the purpose of escaping it or having you escape it. It is thrilling to him to break the chains that he keep him from touching you. He relishes in watching you rip the leather he's coiled you in. Liberation is the fun of using bondage

Pain Play- Sex is a battle. In battle there is pain. He will be in pain and so will you. The two of you are always finding ways to tear into each other. Except to leave the bedroom bruised and a bit battered

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Reiko is not too picky. He enjoys having sex anywhere when it comes to his partner. Though he does find himself a bit more excited to fuck you in the barracks or on the sparring grounds

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Victory and glory. When he is triumphant in a battle, he is brought into ecstasy. When he sees his partner's strength he wishes to taste it along with everything else

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Insubordination to the greater cause. He will not tolerate his partner not following the ways that he has been taught. Nor will he be receptive to forms of aftercare following sex. He finds it odd and boring

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Reiko will give and he shall take. He prefers neither over the other, happy to change it up as the battle between the two of you rages on and on

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Expect to leave the bedroom sore and bruised. Everything to Reiko is a fight even sex, especially sex. Sex with him is often incredibly long and full of blood and teeth. He bites, pulls and scratches and he wants you to do the same. The bedroom isn't a place for tenderness.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They can happen but not often. He prefers when sex takes awhile, that way he and his partner can truly consume and tear each other apart

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Reiko will try just about anything. Danger is exciting. Danger is victory. If you two will be harmed then so be it, that is the fun of it after all

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Long time. Very very long time. Reiko will not allow for anything less than perfection. Expect to be encompassed by him for many many hours

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Reiko has different toys and will use them. Most of his gadgets, however, are related to bondage, and other BDSM related topics

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It is not that Reiko is unfair, it is merely his partner must earn their place in the bedroom. If his partner wants to cum then they must show that they are demanding it and not requesting it

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Way too loud for his poor underlings. By gods they will hear the two of you going at it for hours

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One of the most intimate things a partner can do for him is apply his warpaint. Reiko is completely exposing himself to his partner then and it is a silent affection between the two. There are no words said as fingers dip into tar and mark up a face that's seen and lived horrors of war. He doesn't let anyone get this close. This is a right reserved solely for you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Muscular and broad. If he looks like he can knock you out with but one punch then he most certain can. He is well defined and shaped. His cock is girthy and ever thick. The head is the most tender area. He also likes shoving it against the back of your throat

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high. Being a warrior, he is surrounded in battle and battle is a great turn on. He will seek out his partner often for sex

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't usually fall asleep, though he is quite spent after the act. He will prefer to admire the marks you've given each other before laying with his partner for a little while

[smuttykdrama]

[Hyunsu & Chanyoung as Subs ; SWEET HOME]

Hi, this is my first smut drabble and first post so please be kind! also note that i've only watched through sweet home once! i've just finished the second season lol. ><

Warnings: smut, sub!hyunsu & chanyoung, dom!reader, female!reader, masochism, only read if you're eighteen or above.

This is written with an older reader in mind, with hyunsu being 19, the reader being 29, and chanyoung being 25. Forgive my HUGE noona kink. 🥲 Even tho I'm only 22 lol.

Hyunsu

● Sub!Hyunsu, who only wants to please you, his noona, regardless of his own pleasure.

● Sub!Hyunsu who eats you out like you're a goddamn five course meal, savouring every part of you because you're his everything. The only light in his world.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who needs your praise like it's a drug. He's sadly very insecure, constantly worried that he's not doing well enough or that his body isn't good enough for you. You'd soon change those ridiculous thoughts of his.

● Sub!Hyunsu who is a sweet and caring boyfriend in the day, but a masochistic freak at night. You definitely take advantage of his healing abilities, allowing you to make Hyunsu's body your canvas. Scratches down his back, his front. Biting his chest, teasing him, and testing his pain tolerance.

● Sub!Hyunsu, who, after being in captivity and chained up, wants nothing more than to replace those memories with YOU. Tie him to the bedpost, put a hard metal collar around his neck. Anything to forget those painful times...and make new memories with you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who literally hate fucks you. Not because he's mad at you. But at himself. You know when he's depressed, because he shoves you onto the bed and buries his cock in your tight heat without warning. "Sorry, Noona...i really need you right now...i don't want to talk...i just need you."

● Sub! Hyunsu who gives you the best aftercare, even if he's the one who's all fucked out after a session. He'll even go out of his way to explore the city just to find a scented candle to light for you.

● Sub!Hyunsu who's monster wants you too, having felt just how satisfied Hyunsu was with you.

Chanyoung

● Sub!Chanyoung, who's a complete virgin when you first meet him, and he's unable to meet your gaze when you sleep together for the first time.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so overstimulated the moment your pussy clenches around him that he doesn't know what to do with his hands other than clutch the pillow as you ride him.

● Sub!Chanyoung who loves being bossed around in bed, and being told what to do. Want him to fuck you like you're unbreakable? Got it. Want to finger him until hes a blushing mess beneath you? Done! He lives to be your living, breathing sex toy.

● Sub!Chanyoung who keeps his uniform on while he eats you out, having just come back from a mission outside the stadium, knowing about your soldier kink. He looks just so handsome in it, but oh so much prettier with it off.

● Sub!Chanyoung whos thighs and lower abdomen are the most sensitive parts of his body. The moment you start leaving hickeys on his thighs or tracing the lines of his abs, Chanyoung goes crazy. "Not there, jagiya...i'll go crazy."

● Sub!Chanyoung who kneels at your feet after a long day, practically begging to bed you, looking up at you with his puppy like eyes.

● Sub!Chanyoung who is so drunk on your kisses, that he could come in his pants from the mere sensation of your lips on his.

● Sub!Chanyoung who can't believe that even after the world went to shit, he still has you to look after him. He may be your protector, but really, you're the one who saved him.

[END]

(A/N): Wow first smut headcanons!! I am here totally for the Hyunsu switch & Chanyoung sub agenda. Please like and leave a comment/reblog if you liked ^^ Let me know what Sweet Home Hyunsu & Chanyoung reaction you'd like next! I currently only write for those 2 characters :)

[taki-yaki]

Prompt idea based on Drizzt Do'Urden’s story, where his love interest and all his adventure buddies pass away but years later are reincarnated with their memories intact because the gods needed them to reunite with Drizzt to save the world again. So what if years later Astarion is alone (maybe Lae'zel is still alive since no one ages in the Astral Sea) but Tav and the rest reincarnate to adventure with him again. And just like Drizzt in this life Astarion and Tav have a longer life together and have a kid.

This gives me some angst vibes, but it makes for some good writing. I would see him becoming a bounty hunter of sorts after Tav passed, also in the epilogue, it seems that Withers does hint at him having the ability to just call the group whenever the world falls into danger again.

Astarion x Reincarnated Tav Headcanons

Many years have passed since your death, regrettably leaving Astarion all alone for him to travel across the realm of Faerun. Although in his years of living as an immortal vampire spawn, his past self would never be phased by such a thing, just seeing death as another way of time passing swiftly. 

Most of his former companions have passed on, except for Lae’zel who still wandered the astral plane, in which she never aged after centuries. The two sometimes meet up to talk with each other, but moments such as those are rare. 

But after everything he went through with the mind flayers, with you especially, this felt different, as if he was missing a part of his heart.

Now left all by himself to wander across the planes of Faerun, with the ring of the sun walker you gifted him all those years back, a final parting gift from you allowing him to walk in the sun once again. He even keeps a small locket wrapped around his neck, with a portrait drawn by Oskar Fevras, capturing every aspect of your face that could be contained on such a small canvas.

There are more dhampirs across the sword’s coast than before, thanks in part to the over 7000 vampire spawn who were released and went to live their lives in the Underdark, which makes it slightly easier to blend in with the locals in certain areas. Especially as a bounty hunter, travelling across the planes in search of any beast and bandits to slay, either for some quick cash or a meal. 

Although most residents from outside of the city have forgotten about the heroes who saved Baldur’s Gate and in turn the whole of Faerun from the threat netherbrain and the grand design as a whole, he’d still try to tell tales of your exploits to those at local taverns in hopes that your tale isn’t forgotten.

During these travels, he sometimes helps out with fledgling adventures, mainly in part to not become sloppy, some of these adventures are dhampirs who were raised in the Underdark, whom he gains a weird sense of kinship with.

He lectures the dhampirs about the tricks he’s learnt as a vampire spawn, encouraging them to not see their vampiric heritage as a burden, but more of a blessing in disguise.

Sometimes, whilst travelling with the young dhampirs, he ponders over what he could have had with you if you were here.

Some nights, he would reflect on that moment in the depths of palace dungeons, if rejecting the ascension ritual was the right choice. But he quickly reconsiders it after seeing others throughout his travels who were consumed by the unbridled power that pacts made with fiends from the hells had offered. Twisting what once was a desire to protect their beloved from harm into a lovesick obsession, wishing to keep them chained together for eternity for better or worse. 

Even if he had the means to become a true vampire, the gift of immortality would have been impossible to bestow upon you since your body was irrefutably damaged during your death. Despite the damage done, he would travel to his old grave in the city, leaving your favourite flowers atop his grave, in hopes that whatever remains of your soul, would find your way back to a suited resting place.

One night, after returning from a difficult hunt, he notices a letter addressed to him, written in a familiar fragile hand, simply instructing him to return to the city of Baldur’s Gate to meet in the Elf Song tavern.

Upon his arrival at Elf Song, he recognised a familiar face that he hadn’t seen in a few years, now spouting a few more wrinkles upon her face than before, Lae’zel who was seated at a lone table in the centre of the tavern.

“Tsk, took you long enough Astarion or has your travels across the lands also twisted your sense of time judging by that tail you’ve grown on the back of your head?” she teased.

Briefly reminding the vampire of his curly-haired ponytail that he decided to keep over a decade or two ago.

“Hmph, travelling across Faerun has given me more experience than ever before, all that time up in the stars has seemed to give you a new set of wrinkles since we last met, but I pull them off better than you darling” he’d quip back.

The sound of clattering bones approaching them soon interrupts their conversation. Speak to the two of the return of the dead three yet again, wishing to plunge the world into chaos once again.

“And you expect just the two of us to take all three of them.”

Even the once stubborn Lae’zel agreed with Astarion, nodding silently towards Withers.

“As I would expect, though I invest a portion of power in those who have challenged the gods long ago who are prepared for battle once more.”

His frail arm directs them towards the doors of the tavern. A sight that he hadn’t seen in years, his friends all alive and well, nearly thought that this was a simple hallucination of his mind or a case of some bad blood he drunk the night before.

A loud voice pulls him from his thoughts as a heavy hand clasps over his shoulder, “Fangs! I didn’t recognise you there for a second, gods it feels amazing to be back with the gang again.” Karlach, looking the same way she did during her tadpole adventures, with one or two fewer scars, lets out a quiet hum of approval before standing up from his chair brushing through the crowd for any sign of you.

After a few minutes of looking around in silence, everyone he knew was there, alive and well, with perhaps one or two visual differences, but no notice of you. He gets up to leave, coming up with some half-heart excuse.

Approaching his old grave in the city, flowers that were placed since he last visited now wilted. Perhaps it was wishful thinking that the crusty old skeleton could bring you back alive, staring at the stone in silence before a soft voice interrupts him.

“Excuse me.”

Probably another flower seller here to pester him, replying in a harsh tone, 

“Leave me alone, I’m not interested right now.”

Until he hears the voice speak once more in a quizzical tone “Astarion?”.

A voice he thought he had all but forgotten, turning around to see you alive in the flesh.

Even when the darkness swallowed Astarion, during your absence, you still kept his promise to find him again, as you always do. Perhaps it was the flowers that guided you back to him or your memories of him, but regardless you apologise for making him wait for so long.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds just staring at you softly, before walking towards you and embracing tightly, softly whispering “If it was for you, it was worth the wait.”

When you both embark upon your new adventure, he always sticks close to you holding your hand as tight as he can, even during the nights, holding your chest close to his ear, just to hear your heart beating in its rhythmic pattern, just to have the peace of mind that you won’t slip out of his grasp, disappearing once again. He tells you the tales of his travels and misadventures along the way, even about the current vampire and dhampir culture within some cities.

After the defeat of the dead three yet again, the gods, under Withers approval, decided to gift you and your comrades with a longer life span, partly in thanks and mostly as a just-in-case cause.

After the dust had settled, the two of you decided to purchase a home using the funds that Astarion had saved from his adventures as a bounty hunter. Enjoying the domestic lifestyle together.

One night he approaches you, sheepishly asking if you would be interested in having a third person in your relationship.

“What so like a child?”

“Only if you want to that is”

“After the tales you’ve told me of caring for the dhampirs I wouldn’t mind, even if it’s our own or another.”

He would spoil the child rotten of course, in his own way. But in the end, he’s relieved to finally find peace again with you by his side.

[xxsycamore]

👻🕸️🦇 IKEVAMP SUITORS IN A HORROR-MOVIE SETTING ! 🦇🕸️👻 (headcanons)

Happy Halloween! Yes, this includes all 17 suitors. I'm no expert on the genre but I thought this might be fun! Some of them die. I'm sorry. Warnings: everything that can appear in a horror movie really, including mentions of death, mass murder, blood, gore, torture, cults.

If you feel like reading something more goofy where everyone lives, try Pumpkin Carving Competition At Saint Germain’s Mansion or maybe even “Welcome to Saint Germain’s mansion, please have a fang-tastic night.” 

𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍

The "okay guys, we need a plan" guy and welp, he has a sword, he is willing to walk in front, why not trust him? 👍🏻✨He's totally the one to hide being infected because come on, how are they gonna get out of there alive if the leader is down? Has a dramatic scene where he's fighting off the transformation in secret. Ends up being saved by someone and survives.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎

Leonardo is the one you find along the journey, mistaking for an enemy at first as you get into his trap... when it actually turns out he's been there long before you, surviving all alone in this post-apocalyptic setting, adapted to it, prepared for every danger out there with gadgets he made himself! He might not stay alive until the end but plays a key role in the plot.

𝐌𝐎𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐓

He tried to warn them not to do anything stupid... He's now stuck suffering from the group's bad decision-making. He doesn't even know how he ended up there. Mozart is that one character that you're supposed to hate for being an asshole. At one point he falls in danger that specifically relates to a fear of his, and when everyone expects him to sacrifice another person to save himself, he does the opposite. He seemingly dies right there, breaking everyone's hearts, only to be revealed at the very end that he managed to survive!

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐂 (credits for the idea goes to @scummy-writes guys she can write a whole fic of those I swear,, it's been such a pleasure listening to her)

Isaac needs to be saved five minutes into the movie... which writes him off as the weaker one from the get-go. This is going to be bad if the situation comes to "we gotta leave someone behind or we all die here!" - but hey, DON'T LEAVE ISAAC BEHIND IF YOU WANT TO SURVIVE! Because the next thing you know everyone falls into this deadly trap that only HE can figure the way out of, using his big brain skills. His worth has been proved! Everyone loves him now! And all he wants is to go back home and never go on a trip with these guys ever again!

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑

I'm sorry, Arthur dies first. The others are trying to warn him about the cases of victims who've been sucked to a dry husk and he's like "later virgins, i have a date tonight". Yeah his date totally killed him. Bonus points if we're dealing with vampires here, because irony. It's fine though, he's still important to the plot after he dies, because we find his writing diary and he left important cues there while trying to escape from his killer. Maybe he even came close to the truth! He knows his mystery genre stuff after all...

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒

Theo just does NOT believe paranormal exists, not even after witnessing it with his own two eyes. Worst part, he tries to convince the others too. "My broer IS NOT POSSESSED!" Uhuh! Okay Theo! You just saw cryptic images appear on his canvas without him even moving the brush but I guess he was just trying a new painting technique!! And he levitates too and his eyes are tar black but what do we know... Once Theo realizes the situation, he's out there swinging a bat (sexy), ready to beat the shit out of whatever caused this, and he's good at it. Don't worry about him dying.

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Poor baby Vincent is every sinister ghost/demon's number-one target. Vincent listens to the voices. He sympathizes with them! He makes friends with them! Maybe he doesn't even need to be possessed at this rate... Same story with joining a cult, honestly. When their bad intentions begin to come to light, Vincent puts up a fight and is suddenly not as easy to control as they thought.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍

Jean might take some bullets from our main cast while someone shouts "IT WON'T DIE!" but it's fine he's used to it... he's been dead for quite some time and not just inside. Jean is probably the result of some sick experiment about making an immortal army of warriors and. It's sad. But it's fine because he joins the protagonists now! He's friend! I hope they apologize for calling him a monster. No, he doesn't die by the end of the movie, but at what cost?

𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈

"Oh, it was just Dazai." Of course it was, someone has to be that one idiot that scares the shit out of everyone until he becomes the boy who cried wolf. Which usually ends with death! I'm sorry Dazai. At least they can take him seriously now and pay some more attention to the strange things he kept on saying.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄

A very old-school villain! Bonus points if the setting is modern yet he still has a villain's lair and all that. There's something beautiful and tragic about him and he probably dramatically lets himself be defeated even if he had a chance to escape. Everyone will remember him. Mostly for the mental and physical torture, but still.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐄

"But we have one hour left until the curse kills us all, how are we gonna get there on time?!" *sounds of safari jeep pulling over* "Someone ordered a ride?" - yeah. Comte is here to save the day with the power of money friendship. And not just that! Who is the one who suddenly remembers a family heirloom that is as old as time and suspiciously shaped exactly like the key they're searching for? I also want him to lose an eye or a limb for some reason... just for a little touch of gore maybe?

𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐍

Gods, Sebastian is the only prepared one, bless him for that. He's read all about that urban legend while everyone's been busy denying its existence. He is not scared at all, too... you might wonder if he's just geeking out during all of this bloody mess or something. He's so important, please don't let him die please don't let him die... he died.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒

The villain's aide that infiltrates the protagonists' group. By the time his betrayal scene happens and he nearly kills three members of the group with a chainsaw, we get a glimpse of his trauma and that's the key to sucessfully talking him out of doing it, eventually disarming him and catching him. He manages to escape and maybe later returns as an ally! Yay!

𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓

Gods he's scary. I'm not watching this. Of course he's the killer, what did you expect? Has a tragic backstory of being used by an even more fucked-up killer in the past to do the dirty work for - and kept doing it even after getting rid of them himself, because that's the only thing he knows how to do. You can't fix him.

𝐕𝐋𝐀𝐃

IT'S HIMMM he's the scary little boy from the photos and the same scary little boy that always shows up in the rose garden and his soul just won't rest in peace!! Shows up in his adult form plenty too, just expect his expression to twist into something horrible every second. He needs to be sealed forever somewhere and it would take three sequels to get to know what would actually defeat him once and for all.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄

... I'm sorry but there definitely is a lighthouse in this movie. And you can totally trust Drake! The poor guy's body just washed up for you to discover, tragically drowned-oh, wait no, he's breathing. He's totally not the same sailor who died around here many, many years ago. He's gonna keep you good company in the lighthouse alone for miles.

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐎

Galileo is the one who saw the Thing™ with his own eyes, while he was watching the stars one night ages ago. He dedicated not only his massive research but also his life to this, yet noone believes him. If he somehow manages to find that one missing piece that connects everything together, he will die a horrifying death before he can even share it with the main cast. Rip...

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[r0-boat]

can i ask which pokemon dudes would like a pillow princess s/o?

Oh?

Ok

You weren't really specific but I'll choose some for you. :)

Poke men who would adore a pillow princess

smut below

Gn!reader

Emmet

This goes without saying.

Emmet wants full control he likes obedience. And he likes the fact that you'll just lay there and take everything he has to offer.

Personally he prefers the bratty types of princesses the ones who talk big, just for him to fuck them stupid later.

Trust me if he could he would take it to another level. Being in control feels nice to him

Steven Stone

My own personal headcanon. He likes it because it he thinks it's naughty.

Maybe because using you like a mere toy for an object to pour His stress into. Gets him so hot and bothered.

Steven is a giver he'll give you anything you ask him and sometimes give you stuff you don't ask him to.

Maybe it's the thrill of knowing that he can do whatever he wants to you and you will just take it ( in the realm of your comfortability of course)

Volo

Same reason as Emmet maybe even more so.

This dude power trips on having full control over you almost to the point where he shouldn't have it.

He'll really push your limit tease you until you're crying and sobbing make you beg for it in the end. Seeing tears stained on your cheeks while you cry and sob his name sets him on fire.

He'll Mark your body with his name and possession like a blank canvas.

Professor. Sycamore, Burgh, and Wallace

( grouping these guys together because I think they have the same thing going on)

"Just lay back and leave everything to me" and he means that.

He takes pleasure in giving you pleasure. His heart swells with so much love for you that he couldn't dare let you lift a finger.

A night with you is more than that it's about showing how much they love and appreciate you.

They love you and they want to take care of you.

[higherthanvic]

PAINTER!GETOU HC'S.

first post! enjoy a few (n)sfw headcanons of a AU that has taken over me. minors, SHOO!

this was written with a black reader in mind btw !

SFW.

painter!getou is a worldwide known artist for his wonderful use of symbolism and meaning behind each piece he curates in the comfort of his studio apartment that he has the pleasure of sharing with his muse and symbolism expert; you.

muse!reader is the overall inspiration for each piece and reason why he loves what he does for a living. you make his painting career so eventful, and he can't find the words nor actions to thank you enough.

painter!getou takes your suggestions and thoughts when it comes to anything. when it comes to painting, you help him try to broaden and emphasize what message he wants to come across with your knowledge of symbolism. you both work as a team; getou with the artistry, the muse with the knowledge and explanation.

"wait, how about you add red to this? i get the message and everything, but the red would make it more obvious of what you're trying to say. red can mean passion, en-" quickly pours out red paint as she talks

every painting painter!getou curates has to have a certain part of the drawing involving you. if it isnt your actual full body on the piece, there's always something in the background that he puts in. when the piece finally gets published into art shows, its like a guessing game to find out which part of the piece is symbolizing you before you get getou to tell you (which you're mostly right at times).

painter!getou secretly loves when you draw on his canvases just so he can keep each drawing in the final piece, he just gets "mad" for no reason.

"wait, baby... aren't those the hearts I drew on the corner of the canvas?" "mhm, what about them?" "why'd you keep them?" "i...forgot."

painter!getou bought you your own plush lounge chair when it came to posing for him so you didn't get too uncomfortable to stay in the same position for too long.

after you suggested that he should try to light incense around the apartment to help set the mood for painting, painter!getou never paints without incense lit and warm lighting dimly lit in the living room.

"sweetheart, can you grab the open box of incense in the kitchen? i need to start this commission." "you know you don't have to light them everytime you paint-" "they make me feel relaxed."

painter!getou adores the way you get so excited and run to your lounge chair when he asks if he could use you for a piece idea. your smile lightens up the entire room, and he cant help but smile back.

you two have "dates" almost every weekend + Friday. whether you go out for a movie, dinner, make a pillow fort, or just spend quality time with each other, you always insist on calling it a date when painter!getou just says its just spending quality time.

"i call it a date because we're together and doing fun stuff together!" "so are painting nights not fun?" "that's different. that's for work."

NSFW.

since painter!getou works from home instead of in an office, you have to leave during the day to attend your corporate job even after getou insisted on helping you financially instead of you leaving his side every morning. during these few hours of your absence, he can't help but think of you. stroking his cock as he reminisces about your nude body sprawled out on the lounge chair you pose on, getting your pussy drilled into continuously as the finished canvas dried. there were also a few times he jerked off to his own pieces of your nude body, but never told you that.

painter!getou adores forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he fucks you senseless. he wanted you to see what he saw in you for yourself.

painter!getou is POSSESIVE AS HELL!!! he understands that people might find the anonymous person on his pieces sexy because she's nude, but all he cares about is that you come home to him at the end of the day. you come home and gag on his cock delightfully before you both continue with your day.

painter!getou doesn't just like cumming inside of you. he adores the way his warm liquid drapes across your face or stomach. it makes him feel like he's making a masterpiece on a canvas all over again.

painter!getou's position that makes him the most weak in the knees ever since being with you: cowgirl. the way he can see your entire figure all out for display and bouncing so quickly on his cock sends him into a spiral.

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 | ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔰 𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔦𝔯𝔞 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬

Second-chance/rekindled relationship scenario headcanons ft. Carlos Oliveira!

a03 link

character: Carlos Oliveira

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, ANGST, (eventual) FLUFF // hate sex, second chance, jealousy, miscommunication (resolved), hints of depressive behaviors // ktober

a/n: i'm so eepy. that's all, just thought u guys should know 1!1!11!

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who's at fault:

Both of you could have responded better. Carlos doesn't always know when to stop, so when you weren't in the mood to indulge his pushy behaviors, it created problems. You started to view his enthusiasm as not understanding that you were busy or needed to be alone sometimes, and eventually, it morphed into you thinking that he just didn't care. Because of this, you started becoming quick to anger, often leaving Carlos confused as to what he did wrong.

The split:

The day you called it off, you were working on a very important personal project of yours. About a week beforehand, you told Carlos that you had a free time slot for a once in a while, and you stressed that you wanted to spend it working on your hobby. He was not to interrupt you at all costs.

Well, he did. He hadn't seen you for a while due to your mismatched work schedules, and he missed you greatly. He knew you wanted to work on your project, and he did know how important it was to you, but he thought it would be nice to surprise you by dropping off some food. He didn't intend to keep you -- just a quick drop by, kiss, and leave.

You were not happy when you saw him. In fact, you were pissed. This is because he hadn't texted you beforehand that he, who has a key to your apartment, would be coming to see you. So when you were completely concentrated on completing your project, music blasting in your headphones, you didn't hear him come in. You only felt him stalk behind you, tapping you abruptly on the shoulder.

Scared by the sudden intrusion, your work was ruined -- if it was a painting, there was now a giant smear across the canvas; if it was writing, your documents were no longer readable from spilled coffee either breaking your PC or staining the paper; if it was knitting, the thread was now ripped and torn in two, and so on.

That was the final straw. While he apologized profusely, trying to offer suggestions on how to save the work, you snapped. You very angrily told him it was over, that you were sick and tired of him doing whatever he wanted, and that you hated how clingy and desperate he was. You hated how you never had any peace around him.

Carlos didn't take it well. He was still in shock. He didn't fully believe that this was happening and tried to defend himself. You simply stormed over to the drawer with things for nights when he slept over, grabbed articles by a bunch, and handed them to him. "There's the door," you said, forcing the pile into his arms, watching him stand still for a second before stomping away, locking yourself into your bathroom. He banged at the door for a while, pleading for you to talk about it, but after he realized you wouldn't relent, he left and that was that.

How you handled it:

You held yourself together okay. Much better than Carlos did. You cried some nights, missing how things were before you argued almost every day. Missing him. It felt lonely without him pestering you anymore, and for a while, it was unbearably difficult to get used to the new silence. But you did. Eventually.

How he handled it:

Carlos was a mess. Inconsolable. He shut out pretty much everyone around him, and whenever someone asked if he was okay, he told them he didn't want to talk about it. Carlos, who had usually been a pretty charismatic and extroverted man, shut himself off. He stopped leaving the house as much, often spending most of his free time either sleeping or idly watching shows he didn't even care about. Anything for him to stop replaying everything in his head, wondering what he could have done differently your entire relationship.

Meeting again for the first time:

You walked into a bar together with your friends, six months after the break-up. Immediately after being seated, you noticed Carlos at the bar with one of his friends, Tyrell. Carlos was face-down on the bar's counter, his wide back on full display, with Tyrell attempting to comfort him with a couple pats on the shoulder.

Stressed, you began slapping one of your friends on the arm, urging them, telling them that you needed to leave. Confused but understanding of your situation after you explained it to them -- you all got up to leave.

As soon as you stood, though, you noticed a woman walk up to Carlos, sitting next to him. To you, she had the most lustful look in her eyes, and something about that didn't sit right with you. You were jealous.

You stopped in your tracks, thinking for a moment. You watched as she placed a soft hand on his bicep, feeling it up. Suddenly, you told your friends that you would be back, and left them to walk up to Carlos. They were even more confused than they had been before.

You approached the two with a burning fury, placing one of your own hands onto Carlos' free shoulder, leaning down next to his head as you looked her in the eye. "He has such nice arms, doesn't he?"

Carlos froze, recognizing your voice. Tyrell watched, ordering another glass. As for the girl -- she removed her hand, apologizing for, "misunderstanding."

As soon as the girl left, you took her seat, ordering the strongest drink on the menu. Carlos didn't dare to speak first.

After a couple moments of silence, Tyrell excused himself. When he did, you began conversing with Carlos in a very agitated manner. Carlos seemed nervous.

The two of you talked about many things -- how you'd been, what you were getting up to -- and, most importantly -- "did you miss me?"

You were the first to answer -- and you did so truthfully. Carlos then followed along, answering honestly as well, informing you of how the past few months had really been for him. You felt a mix of emotions upon hearing it -- anger, guilt, sadness -- and flattery?

Start of NSFW:

Eventually, after downing drink after drink, and the mysterious disappearance of both side's friends, the two of you got drunk enough that you were becoming touchy with one another. You were the one to initiate most of the flirting, and ultimately, you were also the one who invited Carlos to come back to your place for sex.

He agreed, still in love with you, and the two of you used a rideshare service to get to your apartment. As soon as you arrived, locking the door behind you, your hands were on one another almost immediately.

Carlos was pretty rough with you, which was much different from how he had been when the two of you were together -- you had known him as a very soft, gentle, passionate lover. Tonight, he would be passionate, just in the opposite way.

There was a lot of very intense kissing when you first began your escapade. The kind of kissing that feels feverish, very vigorous and uncontrollable. Both of you are fighting for the lead and losing -- it's almost like the two of you are trying to prove something by it. For you, it's that you want to convince Carlos that you're the only one he should look at; for Carlos, it's that he wants to convince you that he's good enough that you'll take him back.

Eventually, the two of you move on to something more. Carlos is the first to break the kiss, going down toward your lower half, ready to start pressing his tongue in between your folds as soon as he possibly can. You let him lick, and suck, and kiss, and lap at your sensitive areas as you roughly tug on his hair, pulling his head up into you as hard as you can. He can barely breathe by the time you cum, riding his face with broken breaths.

You then decide it's his turn next. You push him down, pinning him in whatever position you choose: if it's 69, you flatten your lower torso to his chest, forcing him in place; if it's traditional standing-up, you press your forearm against his hip-stomach area, holding him to the wall; if it's traditional laying-down, you hold a firm fist and out-stretched arm at one half of his ribcage, straightening his body out. No matter which you choose, he cums pretty quick, his seed spewing out in thick loads. He seemed to have been pretty pent up, but for how long, you weren't sure.

Neither of you were ready to call it quits yet though, despite the two of you already cumming once. As soon as Carlos caught his breath, you were fighting with your tongues once again, dragging your hands all over one another's body. You took the initiative in mounting him, while he took the initiative in making sure you were comfortable, grabbing your hair into a makeshift pony and pressing his thighs together for you to bounce on. The sex you had was pretty vocal with both sides moaning, grunting, and egging the other on. You came at the same time, thanks to him timing your orgasms (something he had gotten pretty good at during your relationship) by rubbing your clit as his cock drove in and out of you. As you came, you scratched up his chest pretty harshly, and as he came, he gripped on your hips outstandingly roughly. Both of you left marks on one another, and funnily enough, both of you were happy about it.

Reconciliation:

Once the two of you were finally satisfied with one another, and had a sufficient amount of oxygen in you, you got half-dressed and began to talk. Carlos didn't bother to throw his shirt back on, while you didn't bother putting on a bra, and instead of wearing your bar clothes again, you wore some clean pajamas.

You both explained things from each of your point-of-views. You went first, explaining that you thought he hadn't cared what you would want, steam-rolling you with whatever he wanted to do. To which, he apologized, admitting he probably did get carried away sometimes.

He then explained his side of things, telling you that he didn't do things because he didn't respect you, but because a lot of his actions were made with the intention of making you happy -- he just didn't know how to execute them well. You said sorry to him as well, acknowledging now that you were wrong for blowing up at him without talking to him first, assuming things.

After you had both forgiven one another, Carlos was the first to pull you into a bear hug. It was slightly suffocating, but it was the good kind of suffocating. The two of you agreed then that you would get back together, however first implementing some ground rules on how to prevent miscommunications in the future. And that was that.

For the rest of the night, you lay in his arms, listening to his heartbeat thump wildly until falling asleep.

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

[chaospirals]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

More than just paint magic and an extremely vivid imagination, Hwei also experiences visions as he navigates the world. They're similar to how Shen (and through him, Akali) can see the imbalances in the world in The Lesson, but Hwei's visions almost exclusively involve people. On top of generally being very empathetic — fascinated by the intense and intricate emotions that drive every person on Runeterra — he can often see colours radiating off them. Though he cannot read minds, the colours are similar to auras in that he can get a sense of who they are as a person, as well as a sense of their emotions.

In the hands of someone else, this could be a dangerous power — if cultivated, it could be used to sniff out a traitor, or manipulate someone to bend them to his will, but for Hwei, it only serves to enhance his experience of the world. As someone who generally leans towards kindness, he has learned not to poke or prod too much, lest emotions like discomfort or anger muddy the air around them and disrupt his appreciation.

Still, Hwei is a little ... peculiar, and has been known to remark on the colours he sees, sometimes making people uncomfortable without meaning to. Often, it will just make him seem odd, but sometimes his analysis of a person hits too close to home. So he does his best to keep it under wraps. Though there's no promises he won't paint the colours he saw later.

[fistfuloftarenths]

rugan headcanons pt 2

firstly realized what i thought was his shirt are yellow sleeves laced onto his armor so i guess they're some heavier canvas material to provide some protection. underneath looks like he's wearing a blue shirt. still maintain he patched the elbows himself.

can read better than he can write but not that good at either. counts on his fingers. can't count on paper or with an abacus, which is one of the reasons zarys outranks him.

has no money saved. figured his luck would run out at some point and his corpse'd get rolled into the ditch same way he's rolled some poor other bastards, and there's no point in giving them a payday when they turn out his pockets.

on the road is relentlessly tidy. has to know everything is well maintained and in the right place. doesn't have to look where fire flasks are when leaving caravan, just puts hand out and grabs the bandoliers/basket/whatever because he's checked and rechecked it multiples times.

has a room in a guild-owned boarding house. sparse, empty. a little lonely. not much personality on display. safe and clean place to sleep and store whatever gear he's not taking with him. not much more - some bottles of (smuggled) top shelf liquor, an expensive map of the sword coast. not somewhere he'll bring people, as a rule.

is acknowledged as lucky by most of the rest of the caravan and gate crew. in cards, in not stepping in horseshit, in not getting rained on, in finding attractive drinking partners, in getting rescued from by becoming gnoll food by - bellar brem and zarys assumed he was talking up tav because it was better story but then tav actually turns up and he wasn't.

only rugan would get rescued by a hero that looks like that and who would then walk into a a zhent hideout. jammy bastard.

he's beginning to push his luck too far for zarys liking. he knows his stuff and for all he's lucky he's canny and careful too. or he used to be.

after a probation period, had a flying serpent branded into his hip, and ash rubbed into it. no way to get rid of that mark, even if he wanted to leave the zhents.

may or may not have had a black hand tattooed on his ass while drunk. definitely has had at least one nicer tattoo done when he was flush with gold. fewer scars than you'd expect given his age, and most have healed cleanly.

[hcwritter]

This is gonna sound really dumb😭 But are you ok with doing spicy headcannons with the fallen star sanses?

-SPECIAL REQUEST FROM A FOLLOWER DATING HEADCANONS-

🤍 FOR NONE BINARY VIWERS 🤍

‼️⚠️NSWF⚠️‼️

( my opinion )

Shattered Dream:

*he would for sure use dirty talk to sway you into getting inti bed, and not once did it fail

*he loves using his tentacles to lube out the fuck out of your body to make it easir for him to rail the hell out of you later on

*he enjoys drinking wine while fucking you in the daily

*he loves seeing the claw scratches on his back and showing them and telling the other stars how fucking good you were un bed

*he thinks its cute when you moan loudly and call him dirty name, he loves the slight degradation

*he starting from your lips then down to your groan area, he loves savoring every inch of your body until he can’t get enough

*he definitely doesn’t just degrade you in bed, he dose it in front of everyone. He loves opening showing off on what’s his

*he adores your whippers, it makes his dick harder and ego bigger

*”oh you fucking slut, how many times do i have to tell you? Your body, your soul, your life, your whole being belongs to me. Got it? Now suck my cock”

*he loves you, in more ways he shows it thehehe

Ink:

*he definitely loves drawing your body anatomy on his sketch book and jerk off to it

*he doesn’t have emotions but lust is something you milk about of him

*he shakes every time your body is close to his, his sensitive body goes weaker even on the slightest bit of touch

*he loves fighting got thr dominance but always get dominated down, he secretly enjoys it too

*he loves making out in the dark and wall fucking on a canvas

*he definitely paints your passed out body and purposely put his hand print on your body in the painting signaturing his mark for you

*he loves touching and squeezing the hell out of your chubby parts and stroking every inch of your body and feeling like his gonna fucking cum on each touch

*he definitely has stashes kf up close pictures of your “private parts” and use them as “references “ when in reality he used them to jerk off and to see who is he coming home to

*”oh darling your body is more perfectly made than the pyramid of giza, i wanna capture and see and feel everything from you”

*he sees you as his model,in mire ways than one

Swap:

*he would definitely tease you and use a cold knife to glide on your body

*he loves licking your nipples and making your body tense to the body on one touch feels overwhelming

*he loves taking utter control over your body and loves dominating you and making you feel his dominance

*he loves your attitude regardless it’s bratty or obedient, he woukd still fuck your brains out the same way

*he is gentle but when that horse cock of his get tense, its cry or ride his fat cock darling

*he definitely loves leaving big love marks and hickeys

*he would bake and cook anything you want, as long his dick is getting sucked in exchange

*”come on dear, you know ill do anything for you. So please do the same with me sweetheart, ride my dick like it’s the last thing you want”

*he’s a bit of a tease but loves equality, in a way theheh

[swarmishstrangers]

Your blog, fics and headcanons always cheer me up! Your art is so neat too. Ive been lurking around here for a bit when I feel like I need my crops watered. Question, can I get headcannon of mallek x reader where the reader is an artist? somehow was able to accept commissions while on Alternia? I feel like the vibe of them just silently drawing and him coding in the background is super cute. What do you think?

AUGRHGAA TYYY!!!! I'm glad you like the art, writing, and headcanons! I've also definitely had the thoughts of Mallek being with an s/o who works a lot on computers for digital art stuff, mainly cause it sounds peaceful af.

Okay, so! Artist is a pretty loose term that could apply to a lot of things, but you specify them drawing here, so I'll go over Mallek x reader, both of them being either a traditional artist or a digital artist.

Traditional Artist:

🎨Starting with the traditional artist! Dunno if any of you consider yourselves to be fairly clean but either way if you were to stay over at his hive a lot and for convenience's sake, leave some of your art stuff at his place..it only adds to the chaos that his hive, "damn girl you live like this?" Idk! I just imagine all sorts of physical stuff traditional artist's use. Different types of paint and paintbrushes, charcoal, watercolors, colored pencils, paper, canvases, etc. Your art stuff adds a whole other thing to look at in his hive and honestly? He's here for it. He thinks art is cool. I mean..he can do tattoos, so of course he'd have some appreciation for a s/o who does artsy stuff. He also like those moments where he finds you just covered in your art supplies. Charcoal all over your arms and even smudged on your face for when you couldn't fight a itch and scratched at it, your hands and fingers smudged with paint or oil pastels...he just finds it incredibly charming.

🎨Oh also on the subject of paint uhh. May or may not be something you're comfortable with using considering that paint on Alternia is made from the blood of trolls. Depends whether or not you can get over that and just pretend it isn't to cope lmao. If you can just. Don't ask Amisia and Chahut about how getting the supplies for your paint went!

🎨Mallek would find it incredibly relaxing to listen to while he's fucking around with his husktops and many monitors. Normally he's one to either sit in quiet with nothing to play or maybe he'll have his playlist quietly playing whatever music or other things to listen to while he works on projects or contact people. Not to say it isn't still quiet while you both do your own things, but that's just the thing. It's quiet, not silent. Mallek finds he works the best when he knows that there's life going on around him. The sounds of his hands rapidly typing on his keyboard, the whirring of his husktop, sometimes you can hear him speak to someone that he's calling. You just further add on with your sounds of living, the sound of pencil sketching onto paper or canvas, the louder or softer sounds of you using oil pastels or charcoal, papers being moved, the adjusting of a canvas. It's all very comfortable to you both.

🎨You're each other's background sounds.

Digital Artist:

🖋️Being a digital artist is also so cool to Mallek, why wouldn't it be? It's tech shit! He can also help you try and traverse the different Alternian art programs. It's pretty new to him too since all he usually uses is the Alternian equivalent to Microsoft paint..and it's not super serious, just doodles, sketches, and shitposts stuff to destress. You got yourself a husktop, Amisia was jumping at the chance to help you look for digital art supplies (such as a tablet and stuff), and Mallek helped you get a hold of art programs for you to try out and decide what you like to use as your primary programs.

🖋️They're pretty much the same as Earth art programs in terms of it's functions. Though of course their interfaces can be different from program to program. Not everything works as it does on Earth? Certain shortcuts or tool locations are moved around or changed but it's pretty easy to figure out if you're experienced in digital art. And if you're stuck or can't figure something out your cool tech savvy matesprit can help you out. Mallek has his moments where he takes a break from what he's working on briefly to watch you draw...he always has to stifle a laugh when he sees you're absolutely struggling over there to do line art, having to undo do your stroke like 50 times before you get it. Like the previous one? He thinks it's cute and charming.

🖋️While you don't add a lot of new things to look at it in his hive, as you're working with more tech, it's still just as nice to listen to in the background he thinks. He can hear your fingers type out messages to friends or clients you're working with, the sound of your pen stroking against the tablet face, your mouse clicking here and then. There may not be as many sounds, but he finds it just as comforting, he likes to listen to the life around him after all.

Commissions:

As for the commission portion, thought it would be fun to get into this separately after talking about the respective art types! Being commissioned as an alien on the planet is certainly. Interesting. Which can be taken positively or otherwise.

Being an alien is your selling point to a lot of trolls online. It's where you got a huge chunk of your followers! Sure, they're very split on genuinely believing you are a real alien and those who think this is some kind of roleplay account or something but follow out of interest. Your commissions gather more interest from those who want a drawing from an alien! Real or not. Lots of odd are fun interactions.

For a traditional artist you could go the route of just, scanning your picture and posting it onto your socials and tag the trolls (or post it to the troll client privately). If you offer a shipement of the physical original drawing Mallek can help you out with getting a drone to drop it off for you so you don't have to go on a wild goose chase to find the troll client in this great wide troll world.

[theshippirate22]

congrats @snazzy-serpent you just got an unsolicited subscription to my art teacher Crowley headcanons

-the minimalism of his flat carries over 110%. his supply closet has everything meticulously organized in clear boxes with white lids and everything’s labeled. He has the kids spray down their desks every period so they stay the same color white they were when he bought them five and a half years ago.

-The only exception to this is the walls of the classroom that are covered floor to ceiling (and part of the ceiling for that matter) in art, whether it’s a famous piece, student work, or one of his. One time a painting fell off and all the students freaked out because they didn’t know the walls were white and it looked fucking weird to see that single patch of cheap industrial paint.

-He has a pet snake that he keeps in the classroom called Janthony. all the students are obsessed with it and they often take pictures of him to use as reference images.

-there’s also plants everywhere. also for references. and to make the place seem a little less sterile. the students have named most of them.

-his still lifes are made entirely of plastic skulls, old candles, said plants, and rubber ducks. he says it’s an art choice, something something the concept of Vanitas. all the students just think he’s a retired emo kid.

-he literally always has Hozier on because he says it’s good for creativity. all the students now have a pavlovian reaction where they can’t work unless Hozier is playing somehow. once there was a sub who couldn’t get spotify to work and the whole class almost erupted into anarchy

-crowley almost always starts with a black canvas or paper. he does his sketches in light gray or white pencil and he like actually twitches when he sees people starting on white.

-he also does paintings of galaxies, planets, nebulas, other space things pretty regularly. There’s a huge mural in the library that he’s working on of one Alpha Centauri

-sometimes when Aziraphale is on prep (like a teacher free period if prep is the regional name) after a really stressful period he’ll come and sit in the back of the class and just watch crowley teach because a) his classroom is really comfortable and b) he’s a delight to listen to. plus then a bunch of the students show Aziraphale all the stuff they’re working on and it’s fucking cool

-alternatively, if crowley is bored, he’ll go sit in the back of one of Aziraphale’s lessons and sketch him. the students have learned that if they go ask after class crowley will show them his drawings

-he doesn’t so much “teach” as give the kids supplies and let them trial-by-fire it out until they can experience it for themselves

-Crowley has a very loose painting style. it’s pretty objective but it’s always just a *little* abstracted so it never quite looks like just a photo. his drawings are much more photorealistic though

-he went through a purple phase for a whole year where everything was monochromatic but the rest of the time he has a lot of green and yellow influence

-he has an ap art class but it’s by invitation only and only open to seniors because it’s one of the most sought after classes. Crowley gets *this* close to a mental breakdown every February when he has to decide who gets an invitation because he hates the idea of leaving someone out and he thinks that all of his kids have the potential to be really good

-he makes a point of seeming just a little intimidating but it’s a total joke to everyone who knows him because he’s actually just really weird and super sweet

-there are students in his room literally constantly. his favorites go in there to hang out during lunch because it’s safe and quiet and clean. when others are having bad days, they come sit in his room with their head on the desk, regardless of if he’s got a class in there or not. he never mentions it unless it happens frequently and then it’s just to help out if somethings going on

-he also moved a shitty leather loveseat into the back of the storage closet because multiple kids had gone in there to have panic attacks and he’d much rather they were back there where they were alone and safe and he’s within earshot than freaking out on the bathroom floor or trying to hide that anything’s happening.

-he literally knows everything. somehow he ends up in every conversation about high school drama so he knows what’s going on all the time, and people tell him the most random shit because he just feels generally safe. he thinks it’s funny

-he still drives the bentley. everyone speculates about how he could afford it because he’s a fucking teacher. he also has an unofficial designated parking spot in the staff parking and everyone knows not to even get near it.

-he’s covered in paint all the time. he selectively wears black but everything has little flecks of color on it. the students tease him when he gets new clothes because they can always tell because they’re not speckled yet.

-he’s also the co-chair of GSA (aziraphale is the president) and he has a single white mug on his desk that’s full of pens, mechanical pencils, and little pride flags on sticks. it’s a whole thing.

-he has a filing cabinet that’s just full of graduation announcements from former students. they’re very dear to him

damn that go long very fast anyway thanks for reading reblog with your own

[lilcatdraws]

Ledger!Joker x Artist!Reader

Headcanons and a tiny oneshot

J is in love with your work. As an artist himself, he appreciates your creativity

He steals buys you more supplies when you need them. Which is such a relief because art stuff is expensive.

He is a huge help when you have art block

On days where he’s at home and not out spreading chaos, J sits down and paints with you. He finds it relaxing.

You draw each other often.

J’s favorite mediums are paint and charcoal because he loves the mess

He encourages you to experiment with new mediums and techniques 

You make sure to tell J how much you love his art and how proud it makes you 

Many J originals have made it to the fridge or on the walls

Speaking of walls, you and J turned your art room into a giant mural that you add onto and paint over regularly. It happened like this:

One day, J came home to you sprinkling paint on a canvas in your studio. He peeked through the doorway to watch your progress. You hit your paintbrush a little too hard and a glob of red paint splattered onto the wall. Horrified, you tried to scrape it off the wall but it was no use. J laughed at your attempts to clean it up. You whipped around to see him standing in the doorway.

“S’okay bunny. I like the paint on the wall. Leave it. It gives it some color.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Actually,” J grabbed a paintbrush and scanned the room, “we could paint this whole room.” 

You gasped. “J, I love that idea!”

The rest of the day, after you moved everything out, you and J devoted your time to painting the walls of the art room. J took one wall and you took another. You decided to take it one patch at a time.

For the first patch, you painted skyscrapers and tall buildings dotted along Gotham’s night sky. J had made something similar on his wall, except his buildings were outlined in fiery red, orange, and yellow, signifying their fate.

You looked up to see what J had painted after that and smiled to yourself. The man had an obsession with clowns and clown related themes so that’s exactly what he painted. Clowns of different sizes, shapes, and styles with many different colors and exaggerated expressions.

For the next patch on your wall, you decided to paint a circus theme. You painted elephants, tigers, acrobats and of course clowns. J loved this painting the most.

In the few remaining hours of the day, you filled up your wall with other unique things and J finished his. As soon as the next morning came, you both got started on the other two walls, filling them up with miscellaneous themes and objects. J’s walls seemed to reflect his personality and your walls reflected yours. His paintings were chaotic and messy. Yours were more refined and elegant.

When the mural was finally finished, you and J looked around the room in awe of how much prettier the room had become. You moved the furniture and supplies back in and plopped down on the beanbag in the corner with J.

You were both smiling and covered in paint. J leaned forward to kiss you.

“Let’s paint the ceiling next.”