#gea headcanons

[peachgea]

Girl I need your headcanons. What do the boys think when they catch you dancing with reckless abandon in their rooms?

Hello!! This made me laugh - and I'm always down to expand on headcanons for the ToT boys <3

Marius: Oh he is equal parts amused and enchanted. Definitely thinks it's adorable and will quietly watch you dance your heart out. May take video evidence just to tease you later with (aka he definitely does). I also think he's the most likely of the four to ask if he can join in right then and there (and crack up when you're embarrassed at being found out). Let him sweep you off your feet! Can definitely get into the spirit of dancing with reckless abandon but always finds a way to gaze at you the whole time, a besotted smile imprinted on his face. (If Payton catches the two of you, he quietly tiptoes away but also has the giddiest smile.)

Luke: Is momentarily stunned, freezes in place while he tries to figure out what's going on. Will watch for a little bit with a goofy smile on his face (adores seeing you have so much fun), then clear his throat to get your attention - he feels bad about letting the situation go on for too long. Might ask what brought this on or just give you a back hug and say he's glad you're having so much fun but to invite him next time! (in my mind's eye, he is pouting) May contribute to the playlist so he can turn on the music at random times and think of you while nodding to the beat and doing the dishes.

Vyn: Also likely to watch with quiet amusement and take a little video to tease you with. He steps in when it looks like you might knock into something or spin around too fast, catching you in his arms. Says you're a lovely dancer but he can't help thinking you'd be even better with a partner - him, of course. Offers to give you a private dance lesson, but when you ask if he can freestyle better than you (no, ballroom dances aren't allowed), he flusters. Ha! Teach him how to let loose and dance like no one's watching - but he'll still find a way to pull you into his arms and dip you for a kiss.

Artem: Most likely to flush, freeze, and flee the scene. Embarrassed to walk in on you dancing wildly, then stops in the middle of the hallway when he remembers that you're in HIS room and he doesn't have anywhere else to go. Probably paces back and forth trying to decide what to do to avoid embarrassing you - but you end up hearing him anyway and open the door. Clears his throat and stumbles over what to say or admit to seeing, but you just laugh and invite him into the room. He asks what song you were listening to and then falters because he just admitted to being there. You both laugh about it and you can probably rope him into dancing with you, even though he dances awkwardly like he's lost in the mall - please save him.

[gingersnap2010]

Yandere Platonic Lelouch x male Autistic! Kid! reader (Code Geass)

Name: Lelouch

Type: Platonic, Protective, Possessive, Delusional, Obsessive, and Controlling

Nickname: Name, possum, chaos in the flesh, and lord of discord

 Lelouch at first has no idea what to make of you. He probably meets you at one of Nunnally’s special classes. He’s shocked to discover your just a kid. Though with your needs it makes sense why you were here since Nunnally attending special classes for people who need it had greatly increased. 

 When he finds out you are autistic, he isn’t very sure what that means. He literally has to ask more than a dozen people, before researching it online himself.

 Eventually, you come over with Nunnally for dinner and he gets to see your quirks in action. You eat out of a compartment box, which has the correct amount of portions you can handle. You hate veggies with a firey passion, more so than his hatred towards his father. You proceeded to tell him your conspiracy theory on the veggie industry and how they will take over the world. 

He pretended to be interested even though he had absolutely no idea what you were even saying to him at the rate you were going. He learned you talk fast and loud when excited. Personal space is a word that is not in your vocabulary, also privacy.

You are very blunt and see the world bluntly, if Nunnally needs help getting into her nightgown. You offer with absolutely no intentions of doing anything funny with her. It makes sense for your age but with sex questions well…

He’s worried that no one has told you about how babies are made. Only to be proven wrong with your very open discussion on the topic. He learns you like being prepared for future events, your boldness of sex. Is a copping measure to make sure you don’t do sex wrong.

 He finds it endearing in a strange way.  Though you couldn’t discuss sex so often, then again you were one to discuss open issues in society so he doesn’t mind. Though he does keep ohgi the hell away from you!

However you have no table skills, you use sporks only, with the occasional spoon for deserts /cereals, and soups and a knife for meats. You have a variety of strange interests. You know more about zero than the average joe, which makes him sweat like you wouldn’t believe. 

Then there’s your animal hobby, you just love possums hence the nickname. He actually learns more about the animal than he used to because of you. Then there's the time you spout some random ass animal fact out of the blue and it catches him off guard. 

“ Hey lelouch! Kangaroos pause their pregnancies in times of drought! Isn’t that neat?!” you yelled rushing into his bathroom as he was getting out of the shower.

Cue him being perplexed as to why you are there and then you follow up

“ also there’s soap on your-” he cuts you off before you announce it to Nunnally

“ ah I see thanks name! Got it!”

“Also Nunnally says hi!” you chirp

“ hi back!” Lelouch yelled trying to cover himself 

Then there was the whole fancy dinner incident. Truthfully he should have told Milly you wouldn’t understand caviar.

” Where are the nuggets?”

“ name this is a fancy restaurant they don’t have chicken nuggets,” Lelouch whispered

“ macaroni?” you ask

“ no,” Suzaku said eyeing you 

“ Is there a kid's menu?!” you shout at the waiter, who turns confused

“ oh my god……” Milly groaned

“ Can we go to Mcdonald's?” you ask

Lelouch smacked his head on the table.

He  becomes your dad, without realizing it. He’s like Mr. mom, seriously he figures out a schedule for you after he convinces your guardian to let you move in. May have used his geass for that. 

Your social skills are zero to none, and so, is the perception of volume.

“ HEY LELOUCH!!!! NINTENDO!!!!” you scream happily pointing to a  pokemon manga

“ name!! shush we’re in a library!” Lelouch hissed 

 When you get hurt or sent to an area he’s gonna wreak havoc on, that's when yandere mode goes on full. He keeps you locked up after that. He feels a bit guilty but he may use your trust in him, to make you stay away from the television if he’s not there, and so on. But it’s honestly for your own good. 

He goes permanently after a bullying situation at school where someone calls you a retard after you did not understand something. He was livid at the person and has a smile the next day when they are found dead. 

This is a good display of his protectiveness, his delusion is in the thinking you are like Nunnally who he perceives is made out of glass. So instead of helping you in a way that would let you become more independent, he caters to your needs.  

  Don’t like watching movies if there's a sad moment in it? Perfect he’ll set up animal documentaries, and animal learning shows instead.  Or craft shows, you name something g rated he’s got it hooked up to the tv. C.C. is like a mum to you so he sees you often cuddling up to her. It makes him jealous, though when you cuddle him he gets flustered easily. He’s shy about hugs sometimes.

C.C. basically gets you stuff to keep busy with, she also teaches you about the history she had experienced. So your understanding of history greatly improves, and you learn a few more languages. She also is great to teach you anything since she is patient and mellow, and has also learned various teaching methods over the years. 

So while your skills don’t improve with people, academically you skyrocket. You're able to get your point across faster with higher-thinking words. Such as parched, instead of thirsty, and so on. It helps you fit in with the higger standing kids when you do go outside so that’s a plus.

  Lelouch calls you chaos in the flesh after the tube city incident in the club room, your idea which you somehow convinced Milly of. Then again she’s had outlandish ideas too. Was to make a giant system of tubes for hamsters. Then set them loose across the school as animal enthusiasm and awareness. 

  You also drench yourself in paint and tried to paint with your body. So yeah, chaos in the flesh. He calls you the lord of discord for the poker game incident that drove him and Suzaku up the wall. When they learned you had somehow been playing with Uno cards. Then said Yahtzee at the end. Truth be told he should have guessed that smile did not seem to get the point of the game. 

C.C. then congratulated you on the discord you created. Hence the nickname.

 You also hog the blanket, yeah you sleep in his bed. You have trouble sleeping alone. Your mind at night tells you that if someone is there they will protect you from whatever monster may come after you. You are not wrong in his case, but the point still stands. Every night you also sleep walk so he has put up baby gates and extra walls, in order to prevent you from getting hurt.

 When he becomes king, he’s hesitant about how you’ll take his death. Since you seem not to deal with the concept very well. So he may tell you he’s gonna be back. This is before he knows he's got code. You also like stealing his hat and sitting on the throne with your favorite drink and people watch. It spooks the guards that’s for sure. 

 You also like playing with the limo’s buttons. Much to the annoyance of the driver. Your favorite thing to do though is to sneak under his robes without him knowing then pop your head threw them scarring him every single time!

You also take a fancy to watch sleeping beauty. He’s not sure why though….

When’s he back with memories and code, you launch yourself at him before kola hugs him. He’s trapped by you and knows it. It takes bribing from Suzaku before you even consider letting go. You watch him like a hawk since he was gone for so long. 

  Lelouch sighs and lets you lay on him as he walks with C.C. to their next location. Yeah, he’d figured out how to keep you with him, so you ain’t dying anytime soon. When you ask what the funny tattoo is for, Lelouch just tells you it’s like a bracelet.

C.C Has dubbed you The Jelly bean of absolute Mayhem. You like it cause it makes you sound powerful, as you try to imitate what Lelouch does with his eyes. Lelouch just sweats in confusion when he sees you trying to act all threatening. 

He tried teaching you chess once, and he watched in horror as you ate the pieces. C.C. learns you are more of a tic-tac-toe person. You do it in the dirt with a tree branch you found.  The most recent incident was when you managed to find a possum and wanted to keep it. It liked you, but it hissed at Lelouch with fiery hatred! The possum had to go, but he got you a plushie which you dubbed mrs. possum.

All in all, not the worst yandere…. right?

[blythebewitched]

Gea and Estrella (Bow).

Bubba's ex wife and their kid. I almost forgot to post this here. Feel free toask about them.

[theurgic-necromancer]

3. What is your stance on cursing?

Magical Questions

Well, I swear like a sailor as is so... 😜

It depends on the type of curse. Temporary curses meant to disable a combatant are fine, and probably the most common type of curse an adventurer is likely to find themself on the receiving end of.

The one curse I absolutely refuse to mess with is a geas. Those are... horrible. Compelling someone to do as you ask or else they'll drop dead is... I wouldn't wish that sort of thing even on my worst enemy. I refuse to touch those.

[natsuki-bakery]

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[skyenthusiast]

stop thirdwheeling your ex bf, victor. go hug your husband.

[naluwalker]

Unholy Trinity in Hogwarts: SIDE Lelouch

Lelouch Black-Lamperouge

Family situation

He was born on December 5, 1969 in Lincoln, Lincolnshire, England, son of the pureblood wizard of the prestigious House of Black, Eridanus Nigellus Black, and his wife, Marion Black-Lamperouge, a pureblood witch of French origin. Who, without wishing to renounce her surname, asked that it be preserved along with her husband's surname.

His father, Eridanus, is the only son of the eldest daughter of Arcturus Black III, Lucretia Black, and her husband Ignatius Black, née Prewett, who due to his family's situation had to renounce his surname and take that of his wife to marry her.

Although Lucretia's younger brother, Orion Black, was the one who was originally going to become Lord Black and pass the title on to his own children. The birth of Eridanus on April 4, 1950, nine years before the eldest of Orion's children, Siriurs in 1959, added to the fact that Lucretia was older than Orion, caused the family magic to recognize Eridanus as the Black Heir. This situation soured the relationship between Lucretia and Orion, in part because she refused to abandon her neutral stance on the issue of blood supremacy.

Due to the situation between his mother and his uncle, and his grandfather's favoritism, Eridanus grew up under a lot of pressure as the future head of the family and developed a great need for perfectionism, at the same time great insecurities and a shy and fragile personality, which he learned to hide beneath an expressionless face and a very abrasive character.

His insecurities worsened when due to a close Ravenclaw friend, he came into contact with the Muggle world and became fascinated by it, which increased his conflicting thoughts and fear that he would be burned from the family tapestry if anyone in his family found out.

Shortly after graduating, fearful of which path to take, Eridanus met Marion Lamperouge while secretly watching a Muggle film. She, who moved to England to work in the ministry, quickly recognized him as the Black Heir and quickly decided to befriend him, finding him very entertaining. Eridanus mistook it for a blackmail attempt, but unexpectedly, their subsequent friendship deepened so much that they eventually got married and are still a happy marriage.

Marion Lamperouge is a French witch from a very old pureblood family, the prestigious Blanquefort.

Marion's grandfather is the current head of the family, Robert Blanquefort, who was Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards during 1920 to 1927, and her grandmother, Robert's beloved wife, is Ghislaine, a veela.

While her mother, Victoire Blanquefort, was the youngest daughter of Robert and Ghislaine, her father was Charles Lamperouge, a half-blood wizard who became involved in dark magic and this ultimately led to his and his wife's deaths, as well as that of Victoire's older sister, Félicie, and her husband.

Charles' origin was quite curious. Ten years older than his wife, who became pregnant at age 16 and later brought them into marriage, Charles was the son of Marcel Lamperouge, an orphaned Muggle-born, who lived in France during his early childhood and part of his adolescence, but he ended up moving to England after being expelled for practicing dark magic with classmates, including the Cruciatus spell. He hid all his actions at Hogwarts, where he met Ravenel Gaunt, who would become his wife.

In Britain, Ominis Gaunt would be born in 1875 to Morten Gaunt (older brother of Noctua Gaunt) and Berthilda Yaxley, and would be the younger brother of Marvolo Gaunt, which would make him the uncle of Morfin and Merope Gaunt and great-uncle of Tom Riddle Jr. In 1894, at the age of 19, working as a janitor at the Leaky Cauldron, Omnis would meet by pure luck the gentle and pleasant Columbia Potter, daughter of Herbert and Winona Potter (née Longbottom), with whom he would fall in love and whom he would marry.

Together they would have Ravenel Gaunt, the future wife of Marcel Lamperouge. Which makes Marion's maternal grandmother, and therefore her and her son Lelouch, maternal line descendants of Salazar Slytherin. As proof, Ravenel, his son Charles, his granddaughter Marion and his great-grandson Lelouch are Parselmouths.

Ironically, the birth of Charles (and Marion and Lelouch) would not have occurred in the original timeline. Ominis Gaunt, blind and destitute, was destined to die at age 25, and his meeting with Columbia Potter was planned and manipulated by A.A., as she was a loving and understanding soul who had enough wealth to help Ominis. Likewise, the last name of Marcel, who was abandoned in an orphanage originally was also not Lamperouge and was also changed by them. This entire situation (and Lelouch's status as a Slytherin descendant) was solely created because A.A. They wanted fun, even going so far as to plant the names of Charles, Victoire and Marion in the thoughts of their respective parents as a mockery of Lelouch and his family, based on the names of Charles, Victor and Marianne. At least they weren't cruel enough to suggest names similar to Nunnally and Rollo.

The same thing happened on her paternal side of the family, as originally, Lucretia was sterile and unable to have children, so A.A. He secretly arranged her body to lead to the birth of Eridanus.

[nwheregirl]

A little bit of fun for your soul. (Kevin Lomax x reader)

Request: “So, can you do an headcanon Yandere Dark Kevin Lomax being obsessed with his innocent secretary female reader, please?” By @gea-chan96

((NSFW-ish, DARK CONTENT, 18+ ONLY, DUBCON, FEMALE READER, ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, IT’S CLEARLY A POWER DYNAMIC AND A TOXIC RELATIONSHIP KEEP THAT IN MIND, NOT A WRITER JUST HAVING FUN, COULD CONTAIN TYPOS.))

New York is so fun, right? You just moved there, probably enchanted by all the wonderful scenery your parents' friends often told you about. Besides, you needed to feel independent, to leave mum and dad's house in order to finally be a woman free to do what she wanted.

Rent is expensive, the apartment is perhaps too small for such a high price: you immediately had to find a job.

You noticed on the newspaper that a famous New York attorney was urgently looking for a secretary: the salary was quite high for such a...simple job?

"Who cares? You literally just have to sit behind a desk and smile to his clients, and learn how to use the printer!" Your friend with whom you were talking on the phone told you, while you were sitting on the sofa of your small apartment in shorts and a tank top. "Or I'll end up spending my mornings and nights printing papers, having to remember how he takes his coffee, and having his wife storm into the office to punch me in the face out of unreasonable jealousy!" You answered, in a tone that was not too ironic.

Your friend had pointed out how you were perfect for such a job: you had always been a kind and honest, quiet girl…sometimes too naive for your own good. You were a person incapable of hurting anyone, it was hard for you to lie, you were smiley and polite. Basically, an emotional and sweet soul.

You both imagined that this big-shot lawyer was probably old and wrinkly, someone who needed help with the little tasks of his job because of his age.

Wrong, you were fucking wrong.

Kevin Lomax was a promising young lawyer from Florida. He had been making a name for himself for some years now, as a professional who had never lost a case since his career began. Over the years the commitments had increased, along with his money. He had just gotten out of a stormy divorce with his ex-wife (this is something you would find out later).

The reason for the divorce was that Kevin was an absolutely unfaithful, self centered and possessive man. His poor wife had come to have a nervous breakdown due to the immeasurable sadness he had caused her.

But this, you would never know.

You applied for the job, and on the day of your interview you were struck by the beauty of the man: his pitch black hair and his brown eyes that seemed to penetrate into your soul for how deep they were, his broad and muscular body and his expensive suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly... you were convinced at first that he was just a trainee, but no. He was the man you were going to work for.

In the first months of your job Kevin had been professional and quiet, at times even cold and rude. He just nodded to you, ordering you left and right to do something for him without so much as a 'thank you' or 'please'. He was a man of few words and busy. You thought it was definitely not the friendliest environment to work in.

No one from the office ever spoke to you: you were simply the secretary and nothing more. They wished you good morning and smiled at you, that's it.

What you didn't know was that, in the first few months there, Kevin had done meticulous research on you to understand what kind of woman you were: he had contacted some criminals he had managed not to send to jail (they owed him a favor) to stalk you and make a complete profile of the person you were.

He was a lustful man, but at the same time (given what he had gone through with his ex-wife) he wanted to aim for a woman who was simple, submissive and therefore easy to manipulate. Not a gold digger, possibly. He wanted to indulge in his needs without any stress.

Kevin liked your aura of kindness and naivety, so he wanted confirmation that it wasn't just a mask: he discovered that you were actually a good girl, with a simple life and many female friends. You were shy around men, sometimes maybe even scared that someone might be interested in you. In short, you were perfect. Kevin wondered how it was possible that you didn't realize how beautiful you were, your sinuous body could have set a fire in the soul of any man that looked at you. He liked it even better that way though, it would have been easier to corrupt you and make you his good little fuck doll.

It happened out of nowhere: your boss had started being nicer, almost too much. You didn't know what to say or what to do, you were too embarrassed...and he had too much power over you to complain. You couldn't risk getting fired.

“Grab me a coffee. Will you, sweetheart?”.

“What a nice skirt you are wearing this morning, doll”.

“It’s late, I’ll call you a cab”.

“Y/N, print me this.” He would say, moving exaggeratedly close to your ear and tapping his fingers on your hips for a few seconds.

“You can go now. Do you have any plans for the weekend? I hope you don’t have a date, sweetie”. He said to you one day, winking at you with his pearly white smile: you laughed at those words but there was a touch of jealousy in his eyes, it seemed that through that small gesture he was hiding something more sinister.

During the few months in which those subtle behaviors had gone on you hadn't reciprocated his flirting ways: you wanted to keep it professional, you were shy and perhaps it made you a little uncomfortable. You couldn't deny that you weren't flattered to get the attentions of such a handsome and powerful man, though. Kevin knew that behind that fear, that innocence…you craved him just as much as he did. He was starting to lose his patience, no longer wanted to play nice with you.

It happened one evening, in one of the most expensive bars in New York: Kevin had just won yet another lawsuit. You often accompanied him to court to keep his papers organised, always finishing work after dinner time and coming back home exhausted. This time, however, you had decided to pass by that bar just for a few minutes to say hello and congratulate him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lomax!" you exclaimed happily as you entered the bar. You knew perfectly well that you didn’t belong there: you were surrounded by very rich attorneys, with their beautiful trophy wives and their shiny sports cars.

You were wearing a navy blue knee-length skirt, a white button-up blouse, a tailored blazer and stud earrings. A pair of low heel classic pumps at your feet. You wore your hair down, alway looking professional and polished.

Kevin turned to look at you as he was talking to his colleagues, his face changing completely into a seductive grin. He stared at you, licking his lips. He was wearing a sophisticated three piece grey suit.

His voice almost seemed to take a different tone; much deeper and seductive.

“Thank you, sweetheart”

He said with a charming wink, taking a sip of his drink as he offered to buy you one.

"Oh no thanks, I don't drink. I just came by to say hello, I don't want to disturb you"

"Who ever told you that you disturb me, honey?" Lomax said, his smile widening more as he leaned forward. He brought his drink to his lips slowly, eyes locked on yours as he did so. You didn't know exactly what to answer to those words, it was simply you being shy. Lomax reached out a hand, placing it gently on your arm.

He looks strong and confident, you had always admired him for his confidence…

“Don’t be so self conscious, you are a beautiful girl” He said with a warm smile, bringing his hand up to gently stroke your hair.

Wait…what the fuck had just happened? Was Kevin Lomax really stroking your hair?

You blushed, you lowered your gaze and murmured thanks to that compliment: man, now you understood why all the girls in the office spoke of him as if he were the most fascinating man on the planet. It took very little for him to make someone's legs shake.

"Mmh..thank you, but I really have to go..." You whispered at that moment as you sank into your shyness: but he wouldn't have given you a chance to escape. In fact, being late, he offered to drive you home in a tone that made you understand that "no" was not a plausible answer.

So, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his very expensive car, your hands resting shyly on your knees while you avoided making eye contact with Kevin and admired the sight of the city’s lights from the car’s window. The famous attorney had turned to look at you, a sly smile on his face: you were so cute, he could feel his pants getting tight at the thought of corrupting such a simple girl. It would have been so easy to make you fall at his feet…

"You know I don't bite, right? You can talk to me." There was an awkward silence in the car due to your discomfort. You turned your head toward the man, a shy smile on your face. Fortunately, you were not very far from your apartment: you could hold out a little longer. You smiled shyly, apologizing to him.

“…unless you want me to bite”.

What? What did he just said?

You turned towards him, shocked: you felt your throat grow dry as your cheeks turned bright red. You stood still for a few seconds.

"Mr. Lomax?" You called his name, thinking you were losing your mind. But no, it was real and it was really happening: you became aware of the fact that he had parked in front of your apartment but was showing no signs of wanting to unlock the door.

"You know..." The handsome attorney whispered, bringing his face closer to yours.

"I know you've noticed how I've treated you over the past few months, but you've shown no signs of wanting to give in. I am a not very patient man, if I want something I always get it." You noticed that you felt a huge emptiness in your stomach as you continued to stand still and look into his eyes with your lips half-open in shock.

"I always win." The man had whispered then, brushing his fingers over your cheekbones.

"I don't think any of this is appropriate…you are indeed a handsome man...but what will be said about me if people find out about this?" You whispered, as your insecurity blocked your throat from making a confident, clear sound.

"There are many beautiful women just waiting for attention from the famous Kevin Lomax, I am simply your secretary. I know what lawyers do with their secretaries, they use them like dolls and then throw them away. I don't want to be that, for any man in the world -- not even the richest one..." You kept going, feeling your eyes getting wet: damn insecurity, but at least you were managing to speak. That innocence and tenderness of yours generated in Kevin an even stronger lust for you: it was true, a good part of his colleagues did that. The world of New York lawyering was a world full of sins and scandals. But he was a gentleman, or for that matter he was distinctly better than some people: it almost seemed as if he could smell your fear and embarrassment.

"Sugar..." this time Kevin caught your face in his hands, bringing it brutally close to his: you could feel his breath smelling of alcohol and cigars on your skin. Not commenting on anything you had said, he ended the conversation this way:

"Good night, try to get some rest because tomorrow you will be forced to stay with me until late."

And once again, his tone scared you.

Back home, you looked at yourself in the mirror as you silently rinsed your face: you thought first about calling and quitting the very next morning, and then in the silence of your room -as you tried to fall asleep- you sensed your most unconscious emotions taking over your brain.

Kevin was handsome: you had stated that several times. You admired his confidence; you were frightened by his authoritative energy. You were a woman like any other, you had needs and when a person was attractive to you, you couldn't help but fantasize at least a little bit. Your brain had done that with your boss too, but you had always tried to scuttle your thoughts-you felt guilty, damn guilty. It wasn't right, what would your parents think of you?

You fell asleep overwhelmed by this train of thoughts, ignoring the fact that you had woken up after dreaming of your body bent against a desk, powerful hands pulling at your hair.

The next day you felt like you were in a different place, not the one you had now come to know for more than eight months.

You constantly felt Kevin's intense, dark gaze on your body; he hadn't spoken to you all day: he seemed to be back to his old way of doing things.

How wrong you were.

He simply wanted to make you feel uncomfortable, and he had succeeded. You felt that you had done something wrong, that you had offended him: perhaps you had gone too far? Was he about to fire you?

You were doing an impeccable job: his schedule was always perfect, his papers always in order, and much more. Would he really have been able to send you away or treat you badly because of a simple conversation?

You were forced to stay late into the evening in the office, when everyone had already left. Kevin had been in court for many hours that day because of a very difficult mob case. Now, after having dinner with several colleagues, he was forced to stay until late sitting at his desk to analyze documents that contained important evidence that would enable him to win the case. It was you who had alphabetically sorted through that large amount of documentation; that was why he needed you.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he had coldly called your name to ask you to find him the file of a specific person.

Slowly, you opened the small metal drawer to look for that specific file. There was total silence inside that room, it was now almost 11 o'clock at night, and you couldn't feel the fatigue because of the adrenaline rush that the discomfort was causing you.

You could once again feel the attorney's eyes slowly exploring your body-he was waiting, but panic made it seem like your eyes could not focus on the right letter. You coughed several times, starting to sweat.

"So?" He had said aloud, passing his tongue over his lips: his blazer was resting on the chair, his sleeves were rolled up, and his tie was now forgotten somewhere. The first buttons of his shirt were open. His hair, that were always tied elegantly combed back, now fell over his forehead.

At that moment, to get even more comfortable, he had taken off his suspenders and the very expensive Rolex he was wearing on his wrist until a few minutes before.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for it: it must be fatigue slowing me down." You had your head lowered in shame: you were generally quick, it never happened to make him wait more than a minute.

“Come here”.

You slowly turned toward him, your eyes still fixed on the floor.

"Look at me."

You didn't want to, you were ashamed, you couldn't really lift your head. At that point, Kevin violently slammed his hand against the desk.

"I said fucking look at me! Don't you ever listen?"

Terrified, you raised your head toward him: your legs were shaking, you felt you were about to cry--you don't like it when people yell at you. Kevin realized that maybe he had gone too far in having that reaction with you (or maybe he had accidentally shown you his true nature?), so he signed and massaged his temples:

"I'm sorry, come here..." He turned in your direction, opened his legs slightly and settled more comfortably in the black leather chair.

Figuring it would be worse if you didn't listen, you slowly approached the desk and looked at him with a confused and disappointed expression. You were facing him now, but were still too far away for his own taste.

"I didn't mean to respond that way, sugar..." He repeated, displaying a mask of guilt as his hand repeatedly tapped his thigh.

"Come closer” He said in a firmer tone, this time understanding what he was getting at.

"Kneel" He ordered you, and so you positioned yourself between his legs like a lapdog: in the silence of that moment you felt humiliated…humiliated and that you were succumbing to his power and feeling even more ashamed of the fact you were liking it. His hand began to caress your cheek as his thumb did the same with your lips.

"Open" The lawyer ordered , and you welcome his finger in your mouth, licking and sucking it slowly. You had heard of things like this: you understood then what he wanted, and you were at least trying. He'd probably been with more experienced women than you, and that shamed you even more. You felt like a stupid teen.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice the fact that Kevin had slowly started to undo his belt, opening your eyes when you heard the noise of the zip being lowered.

"Don't worry, I’ll teach you everything" He explained, having noticed how awkward you were: even better he thought, it would have been even easier for him to make you what he wanted you to be.

"You're mine now, not that you'd ever get a chance to run away from me..." The way you were looking at him, with his finger still between your lips, made his eyes darken: you reminded him of a sweet deer, small and innocent. He smiled, taking your face in his hands and leaning towards you.

"If you're good, in a couple of years I might even put a ring around your pretty little finger…you would like that wouldn’t you, little doll?”.

[quebaracarepicha]

Neptuno, Urano y Terra

Otro headcanon. Tierra tiene un montón de nombres pero sus primeros nombres Terra, Gaya(gea/gai) ki/kagal son los que mas le tiene cariño pero como todos en el sistema solar hablan ingles lo llaman `Earth` por eso le extraño que Neptuno usara de echo uno de sus nombres. Nadie además de Luna sabe esto porque durante ese tiempo no solían hablar mucho entre si, así que olvidaron ese pequeño detalle

[themonsterblogofmonsters]

I would like to ask if you think there is an equivalent of Parseltongue for other animals. I would like to ask if you think there is an equivalent of Parseltongue for other animals. Like, is there any wizard who can talk to birds, cats, dogs, fish, amphibians, mammalians and other types of animals?

Parseldrakon

If you want to come up with other ones, I suppose you could, but that would remove the uniqueness of Parseltongue, cause way more ethical problems, and also raise the question of why no one knows about or acts on this. Even if it's as rare as Parseltongue is, people would still know it exists and have opinions on it.

There's also that while some other animal-speech abilities have been headcanoned - such as @americanwizarding's Bird-Kissed - they often run on fanon ideas of Parseltongue in order to contrast them, in ways that just don't work so well? Despite what that post says, Parseltongue can just be learned, no dark magic or ceremonies required, and there is no binding geas on magical serpents to respond to or obey a parselmouth.

And as mentioned above, the ethical problems: if people can speak to these much more commonplace animals, such as birds - the wizarding world makes huge use of owl-post, what happens when people can talk to the owls? Such an ability would be heavily regulated to prevent interference with the post, and the skill might also be a sure-fire invitation to work in the national post system or for the more espionage-oriented organisations. What happens to your chickens for eggs and roasting? Your geese for eiderdown? Your turkeys for Christmas or Thanksgiving? This significantly worsens the ethics of things like keeping parrots, especially long-lived African Greys, if they're sapient. And if these animals are sapient, what crime is the magical community allowing to continue by allowing the exotic bird trade or zoos?

An important question to ask when worldbuilding isn't just "is this idea cool" or "can I do it" it's also "what are the consequences of doing this?"

Parseldrakon, as I headcanon it, means people who can speak Parseltongue can learn a dialect that allows them some limited communication with dragons - it's rare, limited, and linked to a trait believed Dark, which explains why it's less common knowledge because Parselmouths would hide it. Why would they say "Oh yes, I can talk to your dragons and maybe calm them down for medical check-ups" if it means they might also get charged of dragon taming or poaching, of commanding dragon escapes and attacks, and be attacked for it?

So - what happens when people can talk to amphibians? Toads, frogs and newts are all potions ingredients. How do you deal with the ethics of that? Cats and dogs might be more possible, but if you're aiming for talking to your domestic pets, why not just find a way to headcanon "familiar bonds" in a way that doesn't breach canon? Birds, I've already mentioned. Fish - merfolk might be able to talk to some, but why or how would a human ever learn to, and why would merfolk try to talk to food?

It is important to at least be willing to ask "why not" as well as "how can I", because yes it can be a bit of a bummer, but it also means your idea holds up more securely to scrutiny.

[28dayslater]

I posted 19,249 times in 2022

That's 14,849 more posts than 2021!

10,953 posts created (57%)

8,296 posts reblogged (43%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@omegaverse

@gimmickbird

@noonez

@44prop

@danoriddler

I tagged 8,305 of my posts in 2022

#asks - 2,647 posts

#anonymous - 1,792 posts

#agueros - 95 posts

#bluemoonstonesy - 77 posts

#debruyne - 62 posts

#tmg - 57 posts

#de-geas - 51 posts

#saw - 47 posts

#likeimhomeagain - 40 posts

#about me - 40 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#jacket flares adidas trainers… i’ve been known to lug a tote bag around… even a football shirt too from time to time if you can believe that

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

les mis was a terrible fandom literally 90% of the posts were arguing over enjolras sexuality headcanons and the other 10% were just like, “jehan braiding flowers into his hair 🥺 being loved by everyone he knows 🥰 baking cookies for his friends 😌 then he fucking DIES in 9/11”

458 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

#4

i’ve been watching football for what... eight months? i’m basically an expert now. here’s my list of patch notes to improve the sport

shorter shorts (this is the keynote policy)

fighting to be mildly encouraged

kissing to be strongly encouraged

if you can steal a card from the referee your team gets an extra point at the end

blanket ban on hair gel

chelsea fc to be disbanded with immediate effect

any player given a penalty has to be the one to take it

goalkeepers are allowed to kick the fuck out of their outfield players if they feel like it

the managers have to kiss at full time, as a show of respect

feel free to add your own

630 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

#3

sometimes you really just have to say well life is balls right now but at least maggie thatcher’s rotting in hell

849 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

gonna be thinking about this all day and possibly well into tomorrow

3,260 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It’s fun to think abt what could have happened if Walter White taught any other subject. Like Economics teacher Mr White is teaming up with Jesse who works customer service at a bank and they’re frauding the stock market. English Mr White is plagiarising poetry and publishing it under Jesse P. Inkman. Mr White the PE teacher obviously is pumping Jesse full of steroids so he can illegally win The Big Race. And Mr White from the art department? I’m sure I don’t need to say hentai

10,927 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

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[peachgea]

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gea, she/her, adult. i destress by making textpost memes.

this sideblog is for all the tears of themis memes i make (as well as other tot headcanons or occasional writings i might create) + other fandom textpost memes bc i am insatiable

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[soulventure91]

8, 16, and 36 for whoever you're feelin'? 👀

excessive headcanons for everyone why not | [tw for drug use references, addiction reference]

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging Diric - Smoking a pipe he picked up after the party's rather footloose style drove off a potential DM-controlled ally, whom Dir respected since they were both upright military types. Dir only smokes when he needs to make himself slow down and center in the moment, and for the most part it does work! Since it acts a little like a calming routine/mechanic, Diric only smokes when he's able to get into the mindspace to slow himself down and relax. Trin - TEA TIME. Typically she travels with a little travel tea set so she can start her morning with a small, meditative little ritual cuppa. However the routine didn't do much to alleviate her stresses before leaving the party, and since her return Trin has not given herself the space for it. Dragon-rage kinda limits your ability to take time and slow down. Tor - Mm. He has huge guilt and discomfort over it, but Tor has started enjoying a little bit more alcohol than he's allowed himself in a lot time. He's had troubles with addiction growing up and, when his campaign started, Tor refused to drink alongside the party. Unfortunately, being around several hard-drinking Viking types means his resistance got worn down, on top of a lot of Icewind Dale Weird. He's making sure to moderate himself so he doesn't go overboard, but it doesn't help that some of his harder addiction ghosts start looming. Kassi - FOOD. And I'm serious - food is Kassi's biggest indulgence. Doesn't matter what kind, so long as it's considered tasty she's going to eat it. In her world, necromancer magic is fueled by your own life energy unless you've mastered the skills to pull it from others (blood magic) instead of yourself ("breath" magic). Kassi is very good at breath magic, but it's why she looks very skinny and malnourished. Zero guilt, whatsoever. Don't expect her to use utensils much, either.

16. Biggest and smallest long term goal? Diric - They're sort of the same thing right now, to be honest! The "smaller" goal is fulfilling his promise to @gwynbleiddyn's Maahes and getting him home to rescue his family and city from the clutches of Asmodeus. Correlatively (and because Diric has very intense but complicated feelings about Maahes at the moment), Diric's bigger goal is finding himself a place to call home. He thought for awhile said home might be the party, or even just Maahes, but some of his recent vibe with the party has left Diric feeling a little...eh...off-centered when it comes to his dearest friends. He wants to feel like he matters to others, and at the moment Diric hopes going Elsewhere will help him find that feeling. Trin - Oof. Well. The big goal is figuring out how to find and free her people from the clutches of a powerful devil - which is not easy, considering her adoptive uncle Quendar (not biological; Wen is Trin's mother's best friend who managed to escape the hells and the geas cast on the Drow to return to the material plane) doesn't remember much about his time under that geas. A smaller goal Trin is sitting on is trying to better master her draconic rage, which, so far, is...not going well. Tor - Big goal is the sensible one: keep eyes and ears open for Zhent and Arcane Brotherhood activity in Icewind Dale and fuck their shit up on behalf of the Harpers, thus protecting Ten Towns. Of that party, only @bladeverbena's Arsen knows that Tor is a Harper, though the others are aware Tor has some additional affiliation he won't discuss. Small goal is classic wizard hubris: build up arcane repertoire and push his limits. Much of Tor's life has been spent pushing himself mentally and physically, and he's not about to stop now. Kassi - Don't have her motivations fully plotted yet, but the inciting incident sending her out into the world is being exiled from her clan for being unable to use bone magic - the ability to raise skeletons as backup troops or short-term assistance. This incident is also when Kassi's warlock-inspired pact locks in!

36. What makes them feel guilty? Diric - Being rescued when he intended to do the rescuing. Not being enough to clear obstacles. Going into a spiral and saying stupid shit because of his invasive thoughts. Trin - Intentionally verbally lashing out but instead of triggering a fight (where she can then vent her frustrations) being heard or understood. It means she has to apologize when she might not actually want to. Tor - His little backslides toward his old party-hard self. Even though he knows he needs to loosen up, Tor doesn't want to lose who he's become into who he was. Doesn't want his addictions to run his life again. Kassi - Not understanding some things in the new culture she finds herself in after her exile. Her tribe's lifestyle is so different from where she ends up, Kassi finds herself invariably making mistakes and always proving herself the outsider.

[withinycu]

Muse Preview- Anybodys

It would be better if life was like the movies. There could be a moment he could point to and say ‘this is when I knew’ or ‘this was when I decided’. Instead it was always an itch, the scratch of a Sunday dress,  the obnoxious strap on a hat or hair always falling in his face. It’s cute at first, they use words like ‘tomboy’ or ‘daddy’s girl’. 

It’s cute at first but all that indulgence starts to turn sour ‘that’s not how young ladies are supposed to act’. It’s like a script with all the roles miscast. ‘Your role is to be beautiful, decorative, and fragile like Juliet and Desdemona or Emer’ But when he spoke or thought the only words he knew were Romeo’s, he looked in the mirror and cut his hair short hoping he’d look like James Dean in East of Eden. 

And it was like that story his Dad used to tell about Cú Chulainn. This it turns out is his curse, his choice, his blessing. I care not. Though I were to live but one day and one night if only I were to live as myself first. 

[thegeassorder]

Could you tell us some headcanons you have about cluclu?

I'm really late

But let's go!

#1 Someday a saw someone post that one of her headcanon about them, is that Lelouch loves touching C.C. in a affectionate way, and even before reading that, it is was a headcanon of mine.

#2 I think that, after the Resurrection's movie, Lelouch tried to have a more affectionate relationship with C.C., like hugging, kissing and making cute things while she didn't expected.

#3 I also think that at the same time, C.C. tries to show her love around him making things like making his favorite food, painting meaning canvas and reading for Lelouch. That's how they found themselves and start making it true and good.

#4 And, this could be seen im the anime, but more subtle: C.C. is jealous. She is a little bit insecure because she doesn't know how to deal with the love she feels around Lelouch, much less about jealously. It makes her a little bit more introspective, what can provoke fights and inquietude.

That's a little bit of my headcanons! Hope you like them and share yours too!

[skyenthusiast]

a dysfunctional love story?

royal husbands, as veronika likes to call them, standing so close to each other, yet look like theyre desperate to put a distance

and harry likes to pretend he's looking around but really he just wanna check on victor if the man is following him, without being too obvious. victor usually ignores him but other times he gives in and does so, but still putting a distance. dont wanna look like a puppy, arent we vic?

harry, still checking on victor looking around, not realizing dave didnt want a handshake, holding his hand out while dave patting his chest. but bc dave is the nicest human being, he gave harry the awkward handshake. while victor trying his best not to make eye contact with the husband that he despises and loves so much.

because harry/vic content is mostly about them not interacting or victor looking like he wants to murder his husband, right? @protect-daniel-james