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saw the post with Vasco and Machete vibe checking a bubble and was curious if they'd actually be similar sizes as dogs?

I'd been picturing Machete as a small trembling terrier and Vasco as a long leggy bloodhound

They're pretty equally matched I think, I'd say roughly 70 cm (or 28 inches) at the withers. Their breeds are fictional, but physically their closest irl counterparts would be Ibizan hound and Porcelaine. Both fairly large hunting dogs.

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Arthur and Sleep

A series of Headcanons. 

When he's in camp he is out, nothing short of gunfire and screaming can wake him

The hustle and bustle of camp actually helps him sleep, he's a very light sleeper when camping alone or out on the range. I lied, If there's a sudden silence in camp that will also wake him up

If Miss Grimshaw saw him ride in she wakes him at around 10am, if he rode in during the night and she didn't see him, she leaves him to sleep. She also shoos away and scolds everyone else that tries 

Dutch! You leave that boy alone and let him get some sleep. If you need something done why don't you go bother Uncle, the useless layabout!

John is very jealous of how Arthur can sleep in full daylight like it's nothing. John only gets good rest if it's completely dark, hence why he bothers to completely batten down his tent every night

Arthur is a sleepy cuddle monster, if anyone gets within arms reach he will cling on and drag them down for cuddles. Which would be all well and good if he wasn't also a living furnace

He gets so warm during the night. It feels like the moon crests and he just starts sweating. Hates sleeping in an enclosed tent if it's not raining, thus why he refuses to use the sidewalls of his tent in camp. He needs any bit of a breeze that he can get. Great for the colder months however. Everyone wants to share a tent with Arthur in the colder months.

Jack gets first priority cause he's a child and he's teensy, but it is a vicious race for who else gets to share. Hosea is usually also a shoo in because he has Papa privilege, but Javier has a suspicious habit of being in the tent just chatting away when the time for bedding down comes and for Arthur to kindly extend an invitation to just stay the night. So, of course Javier obliges him.

Javier is Mexican down to his bones, he does not like the cold.

Arthur can and will nap absolutely everywhere in the camp, but it happens most often if he's sitting with someone. If there's a gap in conversation there's a 50/50 chance of him dozing off. And these odds rise in proportion to the length of the silence. Charles finds it very cute, he's very honored that Arthur trusts him that much. Hosea takes direct advantage of it by inviting Arthur for a chat then deliberately timing things so he falls asleep. Sean and Lenny have made a sport of timing it and the whole camp gets in on betting on how long it'll take this time, the current record is One minute and twenty-seven seconds.

Kind Anons have requested versions about the others so here's those links if that interests you↓

John and Sleep

Charles and Sleep

Javier and Sleep

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First commisoned custom toruk design! The colors were inspired off of a dawn-themed palette, and I just love how it came out! Character belongs to @ccghastly.

I've still got some slots open if anybody is interested!

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Hi! If you still want music for rdr2 I've a playlist on Spotify titled: "Cause you shot my horse." Its all thematic country music, I'm also CCGhastly on there, can't miss it.

Sorry for the roundaboutness of my reply, tumblr wouldn't let me comment on your post

Ooo thank you so much I'll check it out for sure!💕

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She’s a beast.. (Request)

Prompt: OK so Loki has a wife but no one knows that. So she comes down to Midgard and the avengers are like "Oh no! Possible threat!" And Loki(With accomplice Thor) is just winding them up like "oh yes she is the most dangerous warrior Asgard has ever known, she eats innocent souls for breakfast" then they get there and he's all casual "hey babe how was the trip"--ccghastly

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Note: Just fluffy hilarious moments

Requested by: @ccghastly

“It seems there was a ship that landed not far from Time Square. I don’t know what the Alien wants, but I want you all to go and investigate it.” Nick said over the comm as everyone boarded onto the Quinjet.

“Do we have a physical description?” Black Widow asked, glancing to the screen as Nick nods his head.

“Here this is what she looks like.” He said when Loki perked up and glanced to see a picture of his wife standing there.

He nudged Thor who looked as he smiles when Loki immediately placed his index finger over his lips to quiet Thor.

“She looks like she’s ready to fight with all those weapons.” Sam comments as Loki’s smile turns into a smirk.

“Oh yes, I know her. She’s by far the worst person you’ll ever meet.” He said as Thor looked confused for a moment before he suddenly smirked.

“Yes, she’s known across the nine realms for eating the hearts of her victims.” Thor spoke in a grim tone as they all glanced to the duo in shock.

“What?” Tony let out an undignified squeak as he almost fell from the copilot chair.

“Why does she eat hearts?” Steve looked almost sick at the thought.

“She believes that it makes her gain powers. And… surprisingly it does. She’s almost killed us before. She may look innocent, but that’s all a facade.” Loki pipes up as the others started to get gear together.

“She’s the reason Odin only has one eye.” Thor answers as they looked to him in shocked silence when he nods. “She’s a formidable foe. I don’t know if we can truly stop her.” He said, frowning.

“Maybe with our combined strength we might stand a chance, but it’s very slim. We only escaped due to my trickster ways.” Loki said before pulling out his dagger as he looks to them.

They looked ready to take on their new ‘threat’ and Loki had to force down the bubble of laughter that threatened to break free.

“We have to surround her and make sure she doesn’t touch anyone.” Steve said in his Captain’s voice when the two brothers glanced to each other and shared a grin.

“Let Loki and I go first. We’ll distract her while you get ready to attack.” Thor said with a firm nod.

“What if she comes after you?” Sam asked when Loki shrugs.

“It’s the risk we have to take.” He said when the Quinjet landed not far from the ship where (Y/N) was waiting for Loki.

“Be careful.” Steve said as Thor and Loki nods.

“She’s dangerous, maybe we should go together.” Tony frowns.

“No, We’re gods. We have a better chance if we go first.” Thor answered as back of the Quinjet opened when they both walked out to meet (Y/N).

(Y/N) glanced up to see Loki and Thor when a warm smile spread across her face.

“Loki!” She exclaims, running towards him as the Avengers got into a fighting stance when Loki opened his arms.

“Hello my lovely Flower, how was the trip to Midgard?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her as she giggles happily.

“It was quite interesting!” She smiles before looking to the others, mirroring their confused faces. “Who are they?” She questioned.

Loki and Thor started to laugh as the Avengers looked to the duo.

“I thought you said she was a threat?” Steve demanded.

“Oh, did I? Well I am the God of lies..” Loki shrugs nonchalantly.

“What did you say about me you little shit?” (Y/N) demands, hitting his shoulder.

“Just that you eat the hearts of your victims to gain their powers.” Loki answers as she looks to him like he had grown two heads.

“Hearts? That’s disgusting! Obviously the brain would hold the most vital information that I would gain.” She harks as Thor bellows in laughter at her answer.

“Who is she?” Tony asked after shaking his head and lifting the face plate to his armor.

“This is (Y/N), my wife.” Loki grins as everyone had the nerve to looked shocked.

“Someone married you?” Sam asked as Loki glared to him.

“A mistake really.” (Y/N) comments as Loki pouts looking to her.

“Rude.” He mumbles.

“You tell people I eat hearts.” She counters with a smirk as he shrugs.

“Words really.” He said as she laughs and nudges his stomach.

“I’m (Y/N) Odin, The Goddess of nature. I would never hurt a thing. Let alone eat someone’s heart.” She giggles.

“Wow… You riled us up for nothing.” Steve comments with a sharp glare to the two Gods who shrug.

“All in good fun. She can be quite scary though.” Thor answers when (Y/N) smiles innocently.

“That is the facade.” Loki pokes her cheek as she bites his finger. “Ah! See! Starting on fingers next thing you know… Hearts!” He said and held his finger as the others started to laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Loki act this… playful.” Natasha comments when she held a smile of her own.

“Well come on, your ship can be taken to the Tower.” Tony said. “Loki, Thor? You wanna drive it?” He asked.

“I’ll ride with her so I can show her where to go.” Loki answers when Thor stepped beside them.

“As will I! I haven’t seen my dear Sister-in-law in a while!” Thor said with a grin of delight.

“Frickin’ Gods.” Tony comments as the others climbed back onto the ship.

“At least Fury doesn’t have to worry about any damage.” Sam comments as the others nod.

“Still.” Steve mumbles as the Quinjet took off, leaving the trio alone when (Y/N) glances to the two brothers for a moment.

“Thanks for making me sound like a threat.” She huffs playfully as they both held matching grins. “Losers.” She comments walking towards her ship.

“Dearest (Y/N), it was all in good nature!” Thor and Loki both laughed as they followed her back when she laughed softly unable to help herself.

“Now, tell us about your trip from Asgard to Midgard.” Loki said when the doors shut as she started off towards the Tower.

“Well…” She trailed off with a soft smile.

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Sub, Dom, or Switch

And Top, Bottom, or Both

With the Rdr2 boys

Some short headcanons on how the Van der Linde men like to get it.

(Nothing explicit, everything's written pretty obliquely)

Arthur, John, Charles, Hosea, Dutch, Keiran, Bill, Sean, Lenny, Javier, Micah, 

Arthur: 

Switch

Really depends on his mood.

Sometimes he's in the mood to feel big and in control, and sometimes he wants to lay back and be taken care of.

Both

He likes both equally well.

He just likes pleasure, however he's given it.

John: 

Sub

A bratty sub, will snark the entire time, but not so secretly really likes being bossed around.

Top

Liked bottoming a bit too much the few times he tried it, and it made him feel insecure, so he sticks to topping 

He is however very good at oral

Charles:

Switch

Not generally one for bed games, but depending on what his partner likes he can go either way

Top

Service top, loves taking care of his partners.

Had some bad experiences bottoming, so really doesn't prefer to do it anymore. But if he really trusts you he might be willing to give it a try.

Hosea:

Dom

Soft Dom, lots of praise and compliments.

Firm but sweet. Unlikely to give physical punishments.

Top

Simply doesn't derive a lot of pleasure from bottoming 

Dutch: 

Dom 

Because not being in control makes him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.

Both

Surprisingly willing to go either way

As long as he's still holding the reins, so to speak.

Keiran:

Sub

Tried Doming once or twice but got too nervous that he was doing it wrong.

Likes having clear instructions and plainly stated punishments for if he doesn't follow them. Just likes knowing what to do, and getting praise for doing it.

Both

Can go either way, entirely dependent on what his partner would like to do.

Is very whiny either way, he tears up and gets all stuttery. It's cute as hell.

Bill: 

Dom

Would be a switch if he wasn't madly insecure about his masculinity

If he trusts you he'd be willing to take a few orders.

Top

Bottoming also makes him feel very insecure

But as long as you never make fun of him for maybe wanting it, he'd probably open up enough to admit that he actually likes it either way.

Sean:

Switch

Depending on who he's with he either wants to give until they can't walk or take it until he can't.

Both

This boy just really wants to get fucked up, however the mood strikes him. Refuses to be shamed for it, everyone wants a piece of Macguire.

Lenny:

Dom

Really likes taking care of his partners, watching them fall to pleasure and knowing its all thanks to him.

The king of sweet aftercare.

Top

Was never interested in trying bottoming and still isn't.

Javier:

Switch

Leans more Dom but is willing to go either way depending on his partner.

Both

He is the loudest in bed, hands down. If he's talking It's almost entirely in Spanish, but he gets incoherent rapidly.

Very unashamed of how loud he is, why would he feel bad about a partner that makes him feel so good?

Micah:

Switch

Can go either way, but will run his mouth the entire time.

Some of what he says isn't even close to dirty talk, he just says whatever the hell comes to mind with no filter.

Bottom

He's, perhaps unsurprisingly, shameless about it. In fact he'll taunt his partners if they're not giving it to him well enough.

He's got standards and if they can't give him what he wants he'll go find someone who can.

(Here ya go, hoped you liked it! Lemme know what you think, I'd love to hear everyone's yays or nays)

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Trainee Geralt & The Advanced Obstacle Courses

A little oneshot I just had to write out. It's only about 1k words long.

I hope you enjoy it!

The trainers grew frustrated with Geralt after he'd finished his trial of the grasses(both of them), as he'd slowed down on the obstacle courses.

He used to run the trainee courses with the frantic reckless hope that all the trainees did. Pushed, as they were, by their trainer's harsh words and expectations.

He now plodded through the advanced courses, pausing on every obstacle to watch how the next moved, even after having completed the same courses over and over again. The trainers had tried shouting and beating and bribing and threatening and cajoling and scorning, but still he crept through each course. 

The trainers went to Vesemir, as he was leader of Geralt's Cohort, and Vesemir tried to encourage a bit more confidence into Geralt; he knew that Geralt could run those courses just as fast as any of the other trainees, if he'd just apply himself. 

But still Geralt refused to speed up. 

There came a day that Vesemir was headed to the library and, while crossing a walkway, spotted Eskel running the third advanced course. Curious, and knowing the trainees rarely went anywhere alone, he stopped to see what they were up to. 

The trainees weren't forbidden from running the courses independently, but they rarely chose to with the rare bits of free time they had. 

Eskel seemed to be trying to improve on his speed record, sprinting as hard as he could through the obstacles, and getting summarily knocked off for prioritizing speed over caution.

Vesemir winced as Eskel tucked into a hasty roll to break his fall and crashed into a support pillar of the neighboring course,

"Doing better, Keli." Came a soft rasping voice, 

"Yeah," came a more acerbic voice "Last time you took way longer to fall there."

Vesemir looked over and wasn't surprised to find Geralt and Lambert stood nearby, they were a trio none had seen pairing up, but they hadn't yet had a spat bad enough to permanently split. 

Geralt was tallying up the marbles from the counter; a contraption of turning gears and popping ropes the mages had put together to accurately time things. Marbles dropped out of it at specified intervals, the more marbles, the more time had passed. 

The record for the third advanced course by a full witcher was set by Naumir at eight marbles, the trainee record was fourteen. Eskel seemed to have run about three fifths of the course in eleven, which was about where he should in his training. 

Eskel groaned as he disentangled himself from the pillar and pushed himself to his feet, the many scuff marks and skids of dirt on his clothes showed that he'd been at this for a while. Lambert looked to be only a touch cleaner, so the pup must have given it a few tries as well. Vesemir studied Geralt, hoping for even the smallest smear of dust, but was dissatisfied to find he showed no signs of having fallen from the course. 

Vesemir didn't know where the boy's sudden fear of falling had come from, it wasn't a large fall, and he didn't seem to fear heights when running the walls or during climb training, but still he refused to take risks on the obstacle courses.

Vesemir shook his head and began to walk away, but paused when he heard Lambert pipe up through Eskel's plotting and self chastising,

"Will you run it, Geralt?"

Vesemir turned back and watched Geralt study the course with a pensive look in his eye, he seemed about to decline when Eskel spoke,

"Would you? Show me how it's done, Wolf"

Geralt gazed at the course for a moment more then tilted his head to eye his brothers, Eskel and Lambert stared back with pleading eyes, and Geralt finally nodded a slow agreement. Lambert broke into cheers and Eskel clapped him on the arm with a beaming grin.

Vesemir watched with trepidation, and a small amount of hope, as Geralt clambered to the start of the course and stared it down while he waited for Lambert to shove all the marbles back into the counter and Eskel to set everything moving again.

"Ready… Go!" Shouted Lambert as he pulled loose the starting cord of the counter.

Vesemir felt his heart sink in his chest, when instead of launching forward Geralt slid into a crouch, his eyes unwavering from their lock on the course's first obstacle. 

Vesemir might have left then, but there was something about this that felt different, so he stayed and watched his boy watch the rhythm of course.

For the first time Vesemir was able to have his full attention on Geralt as he faced a course and he realized that the gleam in Geralt's eyes wasn't fear, but a fierce calculation.

Geralt's head started a small sway in time with the first pendulum and then, all of sudden, he was off.

Vesemir felt his jaw slacken, he'd never seen a trainee run this course that fast, or that fluidly. It was as though Geralt knew exactly what was going to happen an instant before it did, he swung around pendulums, under bars, leapt gaps, and dodged spikes without a single toe misplaced. Not a move was wasted.

Vesemir found himself holding his breath as Geralt approached the final stretch, it was designed to force Witchers to use their signs, the obstacles unnavigable without them. 

Geralt threw himself into the fray without a single beat of hesitation. His fingers flowed through his signs, but he left them half powered, giving them the bare minimum of the strength that was needed to let him eel through the great moving pieces, that could and would break any limbs they caught.

Geralt was nearly out when a piece moved a touch faster than he'd anticipated and clipped his heel, sending him tumbling madly into the last set. Vesemir wouldn't be surprised if he left an exact imprint of his fingertips in the balustrade he was clutching, with how tightly he was strangling it. 

Geralt bounced off one clapper into another, and kicked off a third to tumble desperately over the finish line and, blessedly, off the obstacle course. 

Only then did Vesemir register Lambert and Eskel's screaming whoops and howling. Geralt's brothers rushed to congratulate him and Vesemir sagged to the floor of the walkway.

As he calmed, Vesemir began to make out words over the thunder of his heart in his ears,

"TEN!" They were screaming "TEN! GERALT!" and Vesemir felt a grin creep onto his face.

I do have more on this, so if you have any questions feel free to ask!

💝 Thank you for reading 💝

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Lenny: Sean, I'm telling you, it depe-

Sean: No! No, no, n- Art'ur! Art'ur Morgan! Come over here a mo', I've a question for ya.

Arthur: Sean, for the last time, I'm not gonna ring dang do y-

Sean: No! A different question, not that, a different question.

Arthur: ... Okay, what is it?

Sean: Would you rather eat wit' a fork or a spoon?

Arthur: Well, what am I eating?

Lenny: I TOLD YOU! I told you it matters!

Sean: No it don't! Art'ur, just answer the question! Fork or spoon?

Arthur: I'm not eating soup with a fork, and I'm not eating no steak with a spoon. It depends on wh-

Lenny: That's what I've been saying!

Sean: John! John, would you rather eat with a fork or a spoon?

John: Am I eating out of a jar?

Sean: IT DONT .... matter.... ?

Arthur: Marston. You are some new kinda dumb.

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Van Der Linde boys (include Arthur please and the rest is up to you!!) x reader who can't ride a horse, what do you think about that? Whenever I reader fics from rdr2 I'm like "damn, this ain't me" cause I was riding a horse once in my life 😭 thank you!!

Van der Linde fellas with a S/O that can't ride (a horse)

GN Reader

Arthur, Charles, Hosea, & Bill

Misread the prompt and thought this was 'reader asks for riding lessons', so the most of the fills lean in that direction.

I take requests! Feel free to ask!

Arthur:

Tries so damn hard to be helpful, but he's really really not.

He's been riding a horse for longer than he's been walking, it's all muscle memory and he's horrible at trying to get it into usable words.

Prepare for a lot of, "You kinda just…" "No, uh, you gotta lean with it" "Steer with your hips" "No, not like that" "... That's… Almost better?"

You're frustrated, he's frustrated.

"I'm real sorry, Darlin'. I ain't got no clue how to make any of this make any kinda sense."

If you stick with it you'll probably get there, but you probably would've made the same progress without Arthur's help.

Arthur later gets you a horse that's so incredibly far from wild it could be a nursemaid in its next life and you're happy to accompany him on his little journeys around the countryside. It's exciting to experience his strange encounters in person, rather than as funny stories he brings to the fireside.

Charles:

A more patient teacher you couldn't hope to find.

He starts you with horse care. Brushing, picking hooves, tack maintenance, feeding, feeling for injuries. Just getting you used to being around horses.

He's very keen on posture and being as helpful and kind to the horse as a rider possibly can be.

Taima is a sweetheart throughout, long pauses for explanations are immediately grazing breaks, but she listens when you try to ask her to do something.

You make great progress and are riding with some confidence by the end of the month, following Charles and Taima for short trips out of camp on your own borrowed horse.

Eventually you get your own horse and it becomes common practice for you to follow Charles on any of his outings, just to keep him company. You get surprisingly good at reading while your horse follows Taima.

Hosea:

Strange techniques, but he's too enthusiastic to turn him down.

You didn't even ask him to teach you, just mentioned in passing that you didn't know how to and you were suddenly penciled in for lessons.

Unsaddles Silver Dollar to make room and has you ride in front of him as he guides the horse.

"Just get a feel for the horse, Dove. Feel how I move with him."

Silver Dollar is confused by the many many circles he's asked to make, but as long as there peppermints at the end of it, he's happy.

Hosea's teaching style is dubiously helpful, but you do eventually learn how to sit a horse.

Once you're comfortable steering your own horse there are many long strolls to 'scout the area' and 'look for game', that usually end with cuddling up in front of a pretty view.

Bill:

Feels guilty about it, but kind of likes that you can't ride on your own.

Enjoys being useful and likes being able to help you like this.

Really likes that you don't ask anyone else to take you where you need to go, always asking him with such sweet manners, if when he has a free moment if he could please take you into town please

Yes. The answer is always Yes. Immediately Yes. As soon as he's physically capable of making it happen.

"Just gimme two shakes, Honey. I gotta ask Sean to take the rest of my shift, the layabout owes me a few."

Also really really likes lifting you onto and off of Brown Jack. If you wanna make this man light up, give him a kiss while he does it.

It's a very badly hidden secret that he enjoys getting to act like a gentleman and take care of you, so this is right up his alley.

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i thought your arthur sleeping headcanons were really sweet so i was wondering if you could do one for john? (and perhaps stuff with a fem or gn s/o because hes my little snookity pookie) or anything with john i'll be so honest i NEED more hcs

John and Sleep

Another series of Headcanons

'Cause John's a little snookity pookie

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for asking, I'm super glad you liked my writing!

Hope you enjoy!

As previously mentioned, John can only get real sleep if it's completely dark, hence why he bothers to completely batten down his tent every night. Hates it when hotels cheap out on the curtains and they're too thin and light seeps through and it wakes him up and he can't sleep and then he gets a headache cause he's tired.

Can and has draped and pinned blankets over windows to block out the light.

Has a permanent crick in his neck because he's a category 5 major stomach sleeper.

On multiple occasions has almost smothered himself by sleeping with his face buried in a pillow and/or with all his blankets pulled over his head.

Does in fact get awful migraines if he doesn't get enough sleep. Hosea, Dutch, Arthur, and Miss Grimshaw are all aware and try to let him get the sleep he needs without interruption. As he's generally good at waking up independently at a reasonable time.

Takes a long time to fall asleep and is easy to disturb while he's trying, but is a very deep sleeper once he's out. you will need to physically sit that boy up in bed to get him conscious, water or dragging him out into the light also work.

Fair warning that once woken he will be the most petty, ornery, disagreeable, whiney little menace this side of the Lannahechee until he can get some proper rest.

Doesn't like it when his fingers press together while he's trying to sleep, cause it makes them feel warm and kinda sweaty and uncomfortable, so he holds onto a blanket. Making sure there's a fold between each finger so they can't touch, but also hates when there's wrinkles that make the pressure uneven or there's more blanket between one pair of fingers than there is between the others.

Generally just fidgets a lot with his blankets. (Is also a blanket thief.)

Is in fact so particular about his blanket hand habit that when he's a eepy little guy that really needs his bed by time, he will subconsciously knead at any blanket he can get his fingers into.

Exactly like a cat, just happily kneading away. Gets very defensive and flustered if anyone (coughArthurcough) brings it up, refuses to admit that he does it.

Will infact knead at any bed partners he might be sharing with.

Has thee coldest feet you've ever suffered the pain of having touched your skin. Arthur will not bunk with him if he isn't wearing socks. Has wrestled the socks onto him when John refuses to wear them but also refuses to not share and keeps weasling into Arthur's blankets

Also has the habit of squirming his way under anyone he's sharing a bedroll with

A: because he likes the pressure, and B: because it helps keep the light out. This is yet another way that he likes to flirt with his, seemingly inevitable, death by smothering.

A link to the other ones for anyone interested↓

Arthur and Sleep

Charles and Sleep

Javier and Sleep

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A little something between Young!Arthur and Hosea.

"You really could be nicer to the boy, he'll cotton on to the idea that fighting you head on is a losing battle soon enough" Hosea counsels, "and I don't wanna see the war you boys will be stuck in after that"

"Nah, it'll be fine," Arthur dismisses "Kid's too damn stubborn to change now."

"I wouldn't be too sure"

"Eh, I'm not worried. River's right there" Arthur gives a vague nod in its direction

"Arthur!" Hosea whaps at his arm,

"What?! I'm not gonna throw him in. Gonna throw myself in, what's he gonna do? Swim after me?" Arthur leans away from Hosea's chastisement with a grin that grows wider when he sees the guilty smile pulling at the corners of Hosea's mouth

"Arthur, that's horrible."

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hello i absolutely love your sleeping headcanons they're so cuuute!!! may i request some sleeping headcanons for javier? i know he's been mentioned a bit but i would love to know more he's my precious meow meow 💕

Javier and Sleep

A fourth installment of Headcanons 

I’m impossibly happy that you folks are enjoying these!

Howdy Anon! 💝

I really don't know if I've the best grasp on Javier's character, so you're really challenging me on this one, but I'll still try my best!! 

Hope you like it!

One of the few members of camp that actually has a nighttime routine

Washing his face, cleaning his teeth, changing out of his day clothes so his bedroll stays tidy, etc.

Some nights he likes to treat himself to a cup of this herbal tea that Hosea’s got him hooked on, but he’s always worried about running through it too fast. At the rate he’d like to drink it, he'd be begging more off of Hosea every three days, and that's an embarrassing enough thought to keep a lid on his budding addiction.

(Please note that Hosea restocks him every two weeks or so, and absolutely would not mind doing so more often. Would probably be very flattered that Javier likes it that much, but alas, we must leave Javier his pride)

Javier hates it when people wearing their day clothes sit or lay on his bedroll, it makes him feel uncomfortable and unclean everytime he then has to use his bedroll, until he can find the time to go through the bother of cleaning it. 

And yes he cleans it himself. He has a nice bedroll, and he’s seen what the Ladies are used to having to do to get the other men’s bedrolls clean. He's not risking it. 

Javier really only gets overly hot or cold if the weather is being problematic, he typically sleeps fine no matter how hot it is, but when it gets too cold he starts getting a little desperate.

How can anyone expect him to sleep while his teeth are chattering so hard he’s going to have less teeth than uncle come morning.

Discovering that Arthur is a snoring furnace was a glorious day.

The first time it happened was genuinely an accident. Javier and Arthur had been ironing out the issues on a few plans in Arthur's tent and only when Abigail shooed Jack into Arthur’s tent for bedtime did they realize how late it had gotten, and Arthur invited Javier to just stay the night instead of slogging back through the snow for his own bedroll.

That perfect night of finally getting to be warm awoke a horribly greedy beast within Javier. He was thenceforth determined to sleep in proximity to Arthur until either it stopped snowing or he dropped dead. Fully willing to lie, cheat, swindle, beg, and kill to ensure it.

He shared a roof and a mattress with innumerable cousins when he was younger and still finds the sounds of others snoozing nearby to be very soothing.

Is also used to fighting for the blankets and has an undefeated claw grip on any and every blanket he can get his unconscious little fingers around. Be very wary of getting any blanket too close to a sleepy Javier, 9/10 chance you will lose it.

Pretty easy to wake, but be warned that you will not get a single coherent sentence until he’s had the time to properly wake himself up. (he honestly might be speaking Spanish, but no one can really tell with how mumbled and slurred it is.)

Likes chewing mint leaves to get the taste of morning breath out of his mouth.

Very cuddly while he's groggy.

Charles has been startled so many times by a sleepy Javier just flopping onto him.

Javier draping over his back while he’s sat drinking his coffee, Javier using him as a leaning post while he’s stood watching the sun kiss the horizon, Javier dropping his face into Charles' belly to hide while Charles was laid dozing. 

The amount of times that Javier nearly got shanked before Charles got used to him is a truly alarming number.

Nowadays Charles is very used to Javier's tactile inclinations, and he quite likes getting to spend this quiet time with the other man. Finds it a bit adorable tbh. 

Javier is only blearily aware of these occurrences, but he’s very grateful for Charles’ unjudging indulgence of his peculiarities. He likes to do Charles simple favors and give him little trinkets as thanks.

(Wow, this got way longer than I thought it would)

Links to the rest of this series ↓

Arthur and Sleep

John and Sleep

Charles and Sleep

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I think your sleep headchanons are spot in amazing for the characters. But can i request a charles sleeping version pls :)

Charles and Sleep

Yet another series of Headcanons

(How did this become a series?)

Hi Anon!

Glad you liked my writing, Thank you for asking!! 💝

Little bit of an insomniac.

Started while he was alone on the trail, because sleeping with no one to stand guard is very risky and he didn't like leaving himself that vulnerable. So he got into the habit of sleeping as little as possible and in short bursts.

This man's sleep schedule is non-existent.

In camp he's no better as he takes odd houred patrol shifts and picks them up if he feels that someone (coughseancough) is slacking. 

Needless to say he's a very light sleeper. Just about anything and everything wakes him up, he's more likely dozing than ever truly sleeping.

When he first joined the gang this turned into a bit of a problem, as they aren't the quietest bunch. He resorted to riding out every few days to have a good nap with Taima, so that they wouldn't snap at anyone.

He does sleep better with Taima nearby. She doesn't like strangers, kicking up a fuss everytime one approaches, and Charles has learned to trust in this. Able to sleep a bit deeper with Taima standing guard. 

That's right. Both man and horse get grumpy when they're sleepy. The rabble rousing habits of Sean and Swanson have made them frequent victims of Charles' blunt appraisals and Taima's sharp teeth.

Arthur seems to be the only one safe from earning their ire, inviting Charles on relaxing trips away from the hubbub of camp and spoiling Taima with sweet peppermints.

Charles isn't a fan of cuddling while trying to sleep, doesnt like the restriction of it, but he does like having small points contact. An ankle crossed over his, the backs of his fingers brushing an arm, an elbow loosely splaying out to graze ribs, or even just his boot pressed firmly against anothers. He finds the contact very reassuring. Having the tactile proof of a friend or ally nearby calms him.

Charles actually runs pretty cold, hence why he usually keeps bundled up in long sleeves or his hooded jacket. In camp he always tries to make sure his bedroll is under a tent that's nearest to a fire.

Would love nothing more than to bundle down under a mountain of blankets, with a hot fire nearby and maybe a friend with whom he could share the warmth and keep eachother safe. But also feels this is a bit ridiculous for a grown man to want. 

Very jealous of Arthur for how warm he is and slightly more jealous of Javier for being confident enough to shamelessly mooch that warmth.

He usually sleeps on his back with his bow close to hand, and his knife closer. In camp he still keeps his knife close, but he usually feels safe enough to leave his bow with his saddle. 

Is his knife a kind of security blanket? Probably. But it makes him happy, so we won't judge.

(did a little bit of charthur slip in there? yes. but I am a simp and these are my headcanons so who's really surprised)

Link to the First: Arthur and Sleep

Link to the Second: John and Sleep

This being the Third

Link to the Fourth: Javier and Sleep

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Sean: Hosea! Hold on a mo', Need ta talk t' ya.

Hosea: Yes, Mister Macguire. What can I do for you?

Sean: D'ya t'ink when Molly and Dutch has it outs for the last time an' da two a yous goes back to fuggin bumblies in da tent, coul' I 'ave yer bedroll?

Hosea:

Hosea: I'm not sure if I want you to explain what it is that you think you just said to me or never speak to me again.

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Exploring around in rdr2 for the first time:

Oh what a cute little port city! 'Saint Denis'. That's a nice name.

Later:

wtf do you mean San danee!?

I empathize so much more with Javier and his Lannahechee rn. Frikken San Danee

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Why Wolf Witchers Kiss

Wolf witchers want to kiss a lot.

The taste of the another's saliva tells a wolf witcher their general health status. This is used to check how friends and loved ones are doing, or to refamiliarise oneself with close acquaintances. 

Wolf witchers don't view mouth kisses as sexual or inherently romantic, rather they're viewed as a sign of care. 

It's common for wolf witchers to greet and part with a quick kiss.

If they want a more thorough check-in, wolf witchers will lick into each other's mouths; like canines do.

Pups will also lick at the chins and mouths of their mentors when begging for food, forgiveness, attention, etc.

A number of wolf witchers prefer not to be kissed while being sexual. Some feeling it to be so platonic that it's a turn off, others finding it distracting as they can then only think of their partner's health, and still others have no issues with it at all.

They are mostly aware that this is not the norm outside of the Wolf School and thus mostly abstain around outsiders.