#headcanon. a vague approximation of many things

[malewifegradyruewen]

Look maybe the fandom has talked about this before but I was a literal child when the fandom was born so I'm gonna talk about it now. Childhood is temporary but fandom is forever (no it's not)

Peggy Carter's birthday on the MCU wiki is listed as April 8, 1921. Based on some speculative timelines, we can determine that the events of Captain America: The First Avenger span from approximately June 1943 to March 1945, so Peggy would have been between the ages of 22 years 2 months and 23 years 11 months.

Agent Carter season 1 takes place in April/May 1946, which we know because the season finale happens on the first anniversary of V-E Day on May 8. It's not entirely clear how many days pass over the course of the season (unless it is and I'm just not dedicated enough), but given that episodes 5-8 seem to happen over the course of about 50 hours, it seems safe to say it's about a week to ten days. This means Peggy is 25 years 1 month old at the end of the season.

However, in S01E01 "The Iron Ceiling" Daniel looks at Peggy's file to cross-reference an injury she received with the ones in the photos of the blonde at the club, who is of course Peggy in disguise. The incident report shows her age at the time of the injury as 26 years 11 months old.

(ignore the fact that I took a picture of my laptop with my phone, the top right corner has her age)

These means one of a few things is possible. The first is that the show got her age wrong on accident, either because they didn't know her birthday or they didn't scrutinize the timeline like a fandom does, which is very likely but boring. Second is that it's possible her birthday was made canon after the show, which is also possible and boring. Another possibility is that the MCU wiki has her birthdate wrong, stating that she is younger than canon says she is, which seems unlikely to me and is also a boring explanation.

The most fun and most headcanon-y explanation is that she really was born in 1921 but she, for whatever reason, lied about her age and said she was born in 1918, making her 28 years 1 month old at the time of the first season.

1918 seems the most logical year because the show implies Daniel doesn't know about the injury, but it is established that the two have known each other for six months. If she was 27 at the time of the show the injury would be two months old and Daniel would likely know about it. Additionally, the wound appears as healed scars, meaning it has been healed for some time, likely longer than two months.

Assuming she only lied about her birth year and not the actual day, a birth year of 1918 places the injury in March 1945, which makes logical sense with the timeline of CA:TFA, placing the event in the approximately two weeks between Cap going in the ice and her birthday.

1918 also makes sense because, assuming she got involved with S.O.E. in 1940 like the show depicts, she would have been about 19 pretending to be 22. If she had lied and said she was much older, it seems likely she would have been caught in the lie. Additionally, Steve was born in 1918, Bucky and Howard in 1917, and Daniel and Jack sometime in 1918 or 1919 (the wiki is vague for both of them), so her supposed age would be consistent with the ages of the people she worked with.

I personally headcanon that she was born in 1921 and lied that she was born in 1918. I also headcanon that Michael was born in 1918 and they used the same year as if they were twins, which has far less basis in canon and is more of a little treat for me.

If anyone has insight/proof of some other alternative/theories/headcanons, let me know because I would love to hear!

[presidentdisastraofgallifrey]

500-Year Diary Headcanons: Updated

I’m reposting this rather than just reblogging the other one because I changed the timeline

One: writes pretty regularly. Doesn’t record his adventures so much as grumble about people and the universe, interspersed with the occasional joke or amusing anecdote, but does include enough detail to read between the lines and guess at what he did and that he had fun doing it.

Two: writes almost not at all, instead doing watercolor landscape and urban sketches, labeled with the place and date but no other information.

Three: usually starts off intending to rant about humans or time lords or the universe at large but gets distracted and ends up either indodumping (about cars or other tech) or happily relating an anecdote about one of his companions.

Four: very, very bad about remembering to write ever. Does directly relate adventures, and a fairly good writer, but heavily editorializes them into being the way he wants to remember. Just as often as writing about what happened, he instead discusses his feelings or the sudden realization of what someone was trying to tell him several days ago.

Four addendum: Romana. Keeps her own diary for 80 years or so, but after regenerating discovers his and begins annotating and correcting the entries, and eventually just writing down their adventures for him. She is more consistent and accurate than he is, but not perfectly either, and includes quite a lot of side commentary.

Five: much less emotional about it all. Also (a little tiny bit) more consistent. Tends to write short, summary-like entries about adventures without much detail.

Six: oh Rassilon, the purple prose. Almost entirely poetry and legend-style tales starring him and based only vaguely on what actually happened. Any companions are barely an afterthought.

Seven: tbd, still not quite there yet.

Eight: the most normal diary of all of them. Records and processes thoughts and feelings, as well as fairly emotional and fairly accurate recounting of his adventures (though still not fairly consistent) in case he loses his memory again. Does stop writing the moment he gets involved in the Time War, though. Initially meant only to take a break because it felt too big to think about, but begins to dread having to record it until he just stops writing entirely.

War: nope. Actually tries to destroy his diaries but the tardis saves them and spits them back out into the library.

Nine: doesn’t start writing again until after the whole empty child thing, and when he does it’s only listed itinerary-style recordings of what happened with no detail or feeling at all.

Ten: wildly emotional without actually processing any of those feelings. Writes in glitter pen. Goes on for pages and pages about his feelings and forgets to include the actual events that happened. Can only really read between the lines to get the gist of it because he does gush about his companions and others he meets.

Eleven: the most adhd anyone has ever been. Will start recounting a story only to get distracted by any number of things: rants about pasta shapes, listing favorite planets, telling a completely unrelated story. The margins are filled with doodles of people and objects. The books themselves are heavily dented from all the times he throws them across the room after failing to understand what his past self meant when he wanted to look something up. Writes less often towards the end of his life but has too many thoughts in his head to ever stop entirely.

Eleven addendum: River. At some point she discovered his diary and read it. Maybe she thought at first it was like hers and meant to compare where they were. At any rate, it’s how she learned so much about his life and past and old companions. She starts using it to leave him notes, though he frequently doesn’t find them for years.

Twelve: approximately half infodumps about his newest hobby while trying to sound too cool to be that into it. The other half is ranting and raving at the universe right after a traumatic adventure or speaking fondly of a happy adventure years after the fact. Is written in plain pen and incredibly messy, full of crossed out and corrected rememberings.

Twelve addendum: Missy. Steals it at some point while she’s locked up and role plays as him for years, but eventually tells him when he completely fails to notice. He leaves angry annotations in the margins but doesn’t tear out her entries.

Thirteen: the second most adhd anyone has ever been. Writes in brightly colored marker, always very excited, with a ton of exclamation points. Almost no emotional depth. Often recounts adventures with a coherent beginning and end but no middle at all because she got distracted by her thoughts on a detail, a different story, or gushing about someone (75% of the time it’s Yaz). There is the occasional rage-filled sentence in a spiky bubble with 50 explanation points, but never any context.

Fourteen: actually uses it to process his feelings as well as get excited about all the little everyday things he is discovering, and within a few decades gets in the habit of writing most evenings before bed. Also does those complex scrapbook-style journal pages and sometimes detailed drawings.

Fifteen: keeps up the nearly-everyday routine of it for a bit, but as more things happen he gets out of the habit and goes back to just whenever he remembers. Writes excitedly, coherently, and in plenty of detail about his adventures, but does have a habit of focusing on little things that made him happy and glossing over or entirely skipping big things like nearly dying. Still, does occasionally process negative feelings with it. Often illustrates his stories with lovely pencil sketches.

[iustitians]

ooc; headcanons - on Neuvillette's age and early life, part 2: Electric Boogaloo

aka the post I've been chewing on ever since Genshin gave us Remuria, but my brain needed to put a few more things together and at one point I also found something that made me kind of lose it.

So uh, some of you may remember that way back in my first headcanon post where I tried to tackle the problem of Neuvillette's age, I said I believed him to have been born around the Cataclysm, putting him at roughly 500 years old. If you now look at Neuvillette's dossier page, you may see his age is now listed there as ~2,000.

Let me explain why I quadrupled the age of this way too mysterious and problematic dragon. And also talk about a few other kind of interesting things. I apologize for how ungodly long this got.

When I wrote that first headcanon post, we had no information at all on Neuvillette's age, nothing even vague. All we knew was how long he had been serving as Iudex, but zero mention of his life before that. For that reason and some other theories and assumptions, I estimated that he had been born not long before taking the position, and simply had innate knowledge that allowed him to do his job.

And then we got Lantern Rite, and Furina hit us with the

Furina: (If I remember correctly, he's already several thousands of years old…)

And you have no idea how much that one simple thought she had messed with my head. This was the first ever bit of information we got on how old he may be, and it immediately threw most of my theorizing for a complete loop. And later on it would do it again, but I'll come back to that in a bit.

So, this line proceeded to haunt me and kill my braincells for a while, until we finally got Remuria. And while Neuvillette never showed up himself during the quest and was only mentioned like three times, it was still something, and in the end it became enough for me to put a couple more pieces in place.

Most notably, Cassiodor talked about Scylla and confirmed that Scylla indeed was never the Hydro Dragon (which some people did believe), and then added something extra:

Monsieur Os: Well, "fell dragon" was the name they gave, but it was no more than a vishap that was a teensy bit stronger than normal. After all, no new Hydro Dragon could be born so long as the Mistress of Many Waters hibernated in the deep seas.

The reason why this is helpful is because we know (well, more or less) when Egeria left the deep seas - aka the Primordial Sea, where she had been imprisoned fooooor we don't really know how long, for the sin of creating incomplete humans out of Oceanids - and that was when Remuria fell and all of Fontaine descended into chaos. She was tasked with regaining control over the situation, and that was when she received the Gnosis and became an Archon.

This already moves Neuvillette's potential rebirth point from the Cataclysm more to the fall of Remuria. Now we don't know exactly when that happened, since there isn't a very clear timeline for a lot of the events of the Archon War, but we do know that Remus' construction of civilization in Fontaine was predated not just by the rise, but also the fall of Gurabad over in Sumeru. As such I personally place Fontaine's parts later in the period.

So that's cool, but it still bothered me, because Neuvillette's new approximate age of 2,000-ish did not fit with Furina's statement of him being several thousands of years old. And look, yes I know, I could have just written it off as her not knowing for sure or simply being wrong, and to an extent I legit tried just to cope, but listen: firstly she's known the guy for five hundred years and is implied to know... a certain amount of things about him, and secondly, the writers make characters say things for a reason.

And it wasn't until quite a bit later that I learned the very simple and very infuriating reason why this was so confusing.

The line is mistranslated, plain and simple. Where Furina says "several thousands years old" in English, what she says in Chinese instead is "at least a thousand years old."

Yeah thanks, that's not a big difference at all, especially when I'm trying to think in relation to events that took place about 2,000 years ago, ahem. ANYWAY,

So finding that out finally cleared things up for me and allowed me to place his approximate age at a more concrete point. Of course, approximate it still remains. He might be a few hundred years older still, I'd say up to 2,500. I doubt about younger though, because we know the Archon War ended about 2,000 years ago with all Archon seats claimed, and my current understanding is that Neuvillette will have been reborn pretty shortly after Egeria left the Primordial Sea.

The reason why I think that is because it is implied that she was the one stopping his rebirth from happening, as also said by Cassiodor in the quote above. When we speak of Neuvillette in his presence, Cassiodor asks in surprise, "A new Hydro Dragon has already been born?", further suggesting it happened rather quickly.

We could also add the bit from Neuvillette's Character Story A Fontainian Nursery Rhyme, where it's said that Egeria was created "to suppress the original vital force of this planet." Now this is originally easy to write off as talking about the Primordial Sea, and it might indeed be doing so at least to some extent - but combining this line, Cassiodor's quote, the information from Neuvillette's lore and the Fontainian Wind Glider about the Hydro Dragon being the original "God of Life", and the fact that Egeria didn't actually have that much control over the Primordial Sea, makes it sound more like it was more about the Hydro Dragon not coming back. Which, well, makes complete sense from Celestia's standpoint.

Now we don't really know why exactly Egeria leaving the Sea and becoming the Archon kind of... removed the plug on the Hydro Dragon's rebirth, because I don't think she dwelt there all the time before the Original Sin? But I might be wrong, and that's information we simply don't have and perhaps never will, so for now I'm going to push that aside.

I was also thinking a bit about where Neuvillette would have been reborn. The most obvious idea is the Primordial Sea, although it would then make it a bit strange that, before the restoration of his authority, he didn't remember his connection to it in spite of being aware from the start that he was a Sovereign. Perhaps it is still possible that he was reborn there and wasn't particularly surprised by it, since as an elemental dragon he is part of the planet's native life, so in that way it makes sense for him to be born there, but it still feels awkward. Maybe it's just a matter of kinda weird writing though. Still, it is also possible that he was born in some other ocean depths. Perhaps around the same area as the previous Hydro Dragon's remains, if anything remained of them at all.

(It is kiiiiiinda implied that those remains may have been used to create Oceanids?? Because "The lizard's bones dissolved into mud, from which swans emerged" and they have similar bone-y armor as Consecrated Beasts, aka animals that ate god flesh?? And maybe that's why Neuvillette is stuck in human form?? Or whatever?? So who knows. Wack theory but fun to think about.)

I did want to talk a bit about Neuvillette's early life as well, since we got just a tiny bit more info on that recently. In Sigewinne's story quest, there is an optional dialogue between Neuvillette and Wriothesley, and it's, well, funny.

Wriothesley: Well, while we're on the topic... What did you do before getting this job, anyway? Spend all day swimming in the sea, from east to west, then south to north? Neuvillette: Yes, and uh... from the surface to the ocean floor, on occasion. Wriothesley: Wow. Impressive. Neuvillette: ...Apologies, that was merely an attempt at humor. You can disregard what I said. Wriothesley: Hah, that's impossible, I'm afraid. My imagination's already running wild.

Of course, with the way this is worded, it's hard to say how seriously it should be taken, but hey, it's what we have. Plus, not only is it implied that Neuvillette is more or less okay with Wriothesley having a guess as to who he is, but also, as we know, this guy is bad at both joking and lying. This would, at least to some extent, align with what I thought about his early life in my first headcanon post: he vibed. Just for a bit (millennium and a half to two millennia lol no big deal) longer than I originally thought.

Given his declaration from Masquerade of the Guilty regarding his initial lack of interest in humans as well as how he never met Egeria in person, I presume that he stayed well away from human settlements, mostly sticking to the depths and, if he did visit the surface, uninhabited areas like Loch Urania.

As centuries passed and both the resolution of the prophecy and the Cataclysm drew closer, more and more of Fontaine sank under the rising water level, essentially adding to Neuvillette's domain and giving him more places he could visit. This may have been how he finally made his contact with the human nation and its legacy, and ignited the first spark of curiosity in him, or at the very least, gave him the idea that he might find the answers he sought among them. Still, I don't think he approached humans at all, and also I believe personally that he was not involved in the Cataclysm in any capacity, staying well away from what he considered humanity and Celestia's mess. At that point he still didn't care. Not his monkey, not his circus.

How much he knows about what happened, Khaenri'ah etc is unclear, as there is zero information. He is generally speaking implied to know a lot, including many truths of the world that Celestia doesn't want said out loud, but we'd probably need him to meet Dainsleif or the Sibling or whomever to learn more.

Well anyway, I think I've rambled on for long enough and if you somehow read all this then I salute you.

[dumbasswithapen]

Hiiiii i read your Marius fic and i love it so much! Pleeeaaaase tell me more of your thoughts about him!

HI THANKS FOR THE ASK OMG ❤️

I have SO many thoughts about Marius. Most of them catboy related because I’m not normal about cats either. here is a bulleted list of random headcanons for fun bc I cannot articulate how many insane feelings I have about him as a character right now

-Marius is allergic to so many fruits. He cannot eat most fruits or he will die/be miserable. By god he does it anyway

-he needs So Much Attention and if he doesn’t get it he will go vaguely crazy

-he has so many internalized issues about HIS sexuality and HIS gender and HIS mental health but of course it’s okay for everyone else to feel and be however they want it’s just awful when he does it (me fr)

-he was early 20s when he was mechanized, but claims he was much older

-ace and greyromantic. Sex is very much an “I am bored and we are on a long haul trip” sort of activity and a way to get affection more than anything else. He’s in the polycule bc polymech supremacy but only sometimes has romantic feelings for any given person (he does love them all though)

-feels awful about being unable to love everyone romantically all of the time even though if any of the others said the same he would fully understand and support them. He just hates himself

-has occasional psychosis episodes that he tries to hide, and generally hallucinates a lot though it’s usually minor stuff like hearing breathing or feeling things on his metal arm

-he both knows everything or nothing about medicine/psychology. It’s dependent on the needs of The Narrative. It frustrates him that sometimes he just knows things and sometimes he can’t no matter how hard he tries

-he can read body language really well but can’t really articulate his observations so he ends up being really socially conscious but unable to know exactly how to use it. It makes him anxious.

-after Nastya leaving and bifrost he tends to have episodes of intense anxiety about a specific person leaving/dying and needs to be with them constantly

-has food insecurity issues because of the environment he grew up in, hoards extra food in a secret bit of his closet “just in case” with something for all of his crewmates

Now onto catboy specific headcanons!!!

-he has cat ears and his hair is just generally very fluffy feeling?

-his species has a lot of cat traits, most of which are lost in the process of growing up (think of it like animals that change their patterns as they get older)

-had whiskers and some proper fur as a kid. Lost all traces of the proper fur but still has little acne-like scars from the whiskers that would have gone away, given he’d lived longer

-he has light tabby-like markings that are hard to see on his back and arm + legs

-he is supposed to have a tail. He has a scar instead. He has shit balance on account of the lack of tail

-only purrs when upset or in pain, not when happy or comfortable. This isn’t a species thing, it’s a him thing

-he’s got scent glands on his wrist, neck, and the base of where his tail should be

-fucking HATES the water

-could meow as a kid, he cannot as an adult but can hiss and make other cat sounds. Can kinda squeak and screech in approximation but sounds weird.

[clocks-are-round]

my season 1 approximate age headcanons:

(note: it has been a couple years since i brushed up on rvb trivia. these ages also assume that training takes approximately a year and whether or not the characters had experiences in the unsc prior to blood gulch. i also touch on— mostly vaguely— some uncomfortable character details that were mentioned in the show. a lot of the things here are purely headcanon though. also using this as an excuse to talk about how im choosing to interpret THAT tucker line from the season 14 backstory episode. these headcanons assume 1-17 as canon and may be subject to change depending on whether i like the final season enough to let go of 15-17)

caboose: 19, enlisted after high school, thought it was a college signup. was briefly stationed on a space station iirc but that was very short-lived.

tucker: 20, enlisted a year after high school trying to cope with his mothers death with delusions of playboyness and trying to run away from an incident that tarnished his reputation back home. (frankly i try to keep as much as i can of the rvb one-off “jokes” that can be taken as character backstory, even if uncomfortable. this is a personal choice and i understand why many people leave these out completely. this approach becomes relevant again when talking about kai later in this post, and yes simmons ate a dog once and sarge had a traumatic incident with a man who claimed he was his uncle. i just prefer to view them as serious events because those “jokes” were not funny to me. whether i bring these up in fics is up in the air. just because it’s fucked up doesn't mean im going to avoid it) the “joke” about tucker “she didn’t tell me she was underage and the charges were dropped” (paraphrase); rather than ignore it i just try to approach it with the best faith that i can. tucker genuinely didn’t realize. he just turned 19, she was 16 but said she was 18, they never did more than kiss once but her parents found out before he did and tried to press charges— how he found out— and although things ended relatively well all things considered it scared the hell out of him and pushed him to leave as far as he could… though he did so in a stupid way (“dr. cloitus”) to continue avoiding confronting his more serious and intense emotions. i imagine he was still pretty dissociated back then and while there is no excuse for intentionally being a creep, life is hard enough at that age and trauma makes it even harder to be “normal” about shit. tucker is probably the character i write most deviated from canon. a person once (though probably didn’t realize i could see it) said a fic of mine was a terrible ooc interpretation of tucker that they hated reading. to be fair, he was my least favorite of the main cast (HATED him the first time i watched the show, but he grew on me eventually like they all do) and i understood him the least which probably led to my headcanons not lining up perfectly with who he is in canon. i like to think i did better in some of my later fics but ultimately not everyone is gonna like everything i make. im not an official rvb writer, i just had ideas and thought other people might enjoy what i came up with too.

grif: 23, enlisted after dropping out of harvard for more structure/change of scenery. was stationed that place he was the sole survivor due to falling asleep during an attack

simmons: 21, enlisted after high school because his queerphobic dad said in an argument that if he went to war he’d accept him as a “real man” and his son. was stationed that place he had to eat the dog to survive

donut: 19, not actually sure what his reason for enlisting is. hmm will have to consider

sarge: late 40s, has insisted he’s 29 since he turned 29. enlisted in his late 20s due to intense boredom from his office job. was odst pre blood gulch

doc: 24-25ish when introduced in *squints* season 3??? (i’m sorry i’m rusty), enlisted after flunking medical school a couple times

kai: i haven’t thought super hard about this yet since my fics so far focused mostly on caboose, simmons, and tucker. though she wasn’t present in season 1, I imagine she enlisted as soon as she was old enough in order to go ask her brother to his face what the hell was wrong with him (for dipping so suddenly). her intentions changed before she reached him. probably about in season 5, she just has a bit of a baby face (thinking about two of my friends who as young adults were mistaken for young teenagers on separate occasions) and tries to use makeup to avoid that (based on a drawing someone made of kai doing makeup for wash(?) and saying she used it to make herself look older). the multiple pregnancies that grif knew about makes it tricky. as i said earlier i try not to shy away from things in canon just because theyre… not ideal. there was at least one pregnant student when i was in high school. teen pregnancies happen. but she also said at one point that she didn’t have sex in high school because she didn’t feel comfortable with herself iirc, so it’s more likely that it started after graduating. which puts a wrench in the ‘as soon as she was old enough’ idea. because that means she was at least 18 when grif enlisted. in short, YEAH WTF I NEED TO THINK ABOUT THIS MORE TO BE ABLE TO FIND A WAY FOR THESE SEEMINGLY CONTRADICTORY LORE BITS TO WORK TOGETHER. loose estimate of season 5 age: 21-22?? depending on whether season 1 to season 5 was 1 or 2 years (idr the actual time estimation). as far as the intent of the creators? probably 18-19 due to the teenager comment. …wait didn’t she say she enlisted to run away from having burnt the house down? so that probably contributed to her reason. damn i started this thinking i’d have a concrete kai analysis/age theory FUCK lol

this is a mess but. here

how fucking old is Kai supposed to be in season 5? She jokes about not being old enough to join the army and Grif believes it well enough. Lopez calls her a teenager. there's a deleted scene of her talking about algebra homework. She's had several abortions goes to raves and does drugs. What the fuck

[29pageshomestuckeveryday]

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Author commentary: You have to just accept some things I tell you as fact before other stuff I say means anything. You have to accept it as a fundamental truth that people absolutely lost their shit for these ancestors. There were some potent feelings surrounding them, and probably still are. They fueled a lot of speculation and wild headcanoning. Which just contributed to their magnification in the story, taking us deeper through the extraneous worldbuilding looking glass, until we ended up with an in-depth look at all twelve dancestors, which was an entirely uncharted endeavor into some brand-new, transcendentally indulgent territories. But forget about those losers for a second. Where dancestors were shit, ancestors arguably remain lit, so let's not kill this buzz just yet. What is it about this vague shot of a grinning pirate woman that makes you go nuts for this implied lore? I think its ambiguous qualities are actually central to its appeal. Applying limitation and constraint to certain elements often is what galvanizes those elements as standout material. Like, yes, I could have rendered her in great detail, in full color, and dumped a lot more info about her all up front, but that would compromise the aura of intrigue surrounding this character and all ancestral lore associated with her. It deprives you of a mystery to solve, or a canvas on which to project your imagination. This way, you're gradually pulled deeper into the mystery by reading first-hand accounts of her life, which involve many oblique references that just invite more questions. I think worldbuilding, and much of storytelling in general, involves grappling with issues of excess vs. limitation. It's a binary that can be explored, and freely swinging between them can be revealing. There are a lot of theoretical binaries like this, such as meat vs. candy, which I mentioned a book or two ago. But unlike the meat/candy binary, excess vs. limitation isn't just some shit I made up using allegorical symbology which nobody understands and will require approximately one hundred books to explain. This is an idea probably most people understand on some level. -->

[pridemade-blog]

quirin knows sign language. growing up as a kid he was selectively mute do to the abuse his tutors would shower on him when he got a question wrong and how often he was bullied by other children. even though he was always big for his age, he was very sensitive leaving him to be an easy target for harassment. he enjoyed fantasy novels but lagged behind academically due to the fact that he had dyslexia, dyspraxia, and dyscalculia. this factored into the emotional abuse of his tutors and parents regularly calling him stupid and oafish. 

the only people who would ever stand up for him were his cousin and heir presumed edmund and his friend adira (when she was around). later in his teen years he was forced/persuaded to join the dark kingdom knight hood by his family who thought it would help him ‘be good for something finally’. he was reluctant to do so but received encouragement from both edmund and adira and eventually joined because he knew they would be by his side.

[whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst]

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble: (more) Headcanons

Look I have no excuses left. I’m trying to channel Guangyan’s academic success and only succeeding in channeling Yiyong’s. They practically owe me a season two at this point for making me the OnePer of my own life.

1.) Chuying has gotten…well. A tad bit “cautious” now, never mind her coworkers’ gentle comment about her being “totally fucking paranoid,” because they didn’t have to scrape Yiyong’s broken body and Guangyan’s broken heart off the floor of a museum, leaving their own broken confidence behind, now did they? Its not really a problem. Until it is. Until she clotheslines one of Guangyan’s little college friends who’s running towards him and looking shady about it (who looks happy at school on a Tuesday? Villains. Psychopaths. Pastry chefs. Bad people, that’s who). It’s possible her boss was right to force her to go to therapy. She will not be telling him that. She maintains overcaution is best (Yiyong had laughed when he’d heard about it and Guangyan had looked suspiciously gleeful at the sight of his supposed school friend’s cartwheel through the air), so it’s fine.

2.) Yiyong’s first case post coma two (ugh) is a dead violinist trying to locate his lost sonata that it turns out his fake friend stole and killed him over. After the case is settled, Guangyan waxes on about some dumb movie called Coco and forces Yiyong to watch it. It’s after one of Yiyong’s PT sessions, so they sit in Yiyong’s bed for it. There is approximately no room and Guangyan keeps hissing about how certain people treat their guests, but they eventually create a blanket fort, largely by accident, and settle in to watch. Yiyong’s mother joins them partway through, smelling like dye chemicals. Yiyong is not upset by the story. He isn’t. He’s upset by his mom’s worn out voice as she asks random questions about the film like Yiyong knows things, he’s upset about the stupid plotting because the stupid kid doesn’t feel like he can follow his stupid passion and is missing his stupid family, he’s upset by Guangyan’s very soft hands that keep wrapping around Yiyong’s arm (annoying, clingy, he makes no move to stop him) during sad moments. So that’s why if he cries a little, it’s because he’s upset about those things.

3.) Yiyong’s mom and Guangyan’s dad have a “what the shit are the kids up to” drinks session a few nights a week. She’s convinced him to try her favorite beer. Neither of them really have many friends, but they have some very strange young people in common and a lot of silences in their lives where there used to be more people. One of their favorite drinking games involves the number of times the kids will text complaining something predictable about each other, or whether Chuying will send a vague, panicked text about something they are definitely not supposed to be up to.

4.) Guangyan has a terrible, terrible day. Everything goes wrong. He oversleeps by fifteen minutes, he gets two questions wrong (wrong???) on an exam, he drags his feet in dejection on the way to lab work and gets scolded for being “almost late,” and one of his classmates tells him he “doesn’t look great today.” In a fit of frustration at his own imperfections, he sends Chuying and Yiyong a rare introspective text wondering if he’s just the absolute most worthless, useless person ever. Chuying sends back about fifty inspirational Pinterest posts about how you’re ❤️special as you are❤️, and follows these up by threatening to come over and beat up whoever made him think this (he declines carefully). Yiyong says nothing in the chat, which he expected. But. He comes home and finds that Someone has drawn a picture for him, crumpled it up and thrown it through his window (based on the dirt on the outside, the toss failed several times). The drawing is rendered in sunset colors, and it’s of the teacups ride at the amusement park. It’s beautifully drawn, with careful detail down to the design on the teacup. In the forefront, two figures are whirling around in a teacup. One looks a little grumpy, the other one is alight with joy and shaded in with soft pastel. The caption simply reads, “The Most Worthless, Useless Day Ever.”

5.) The trio go on expeditions together—not just for cases now, but because Chuying saw a cool festival, or Guangyan needs people to come with him to this horrible networking event (and later regrets this deeply), or Yiyong gets that distant look in his eyes and needs to start walking. He likes that his people, his two people (and his high school friends, if he so chooses) will go somewhere, anywhere with him for no reason. Even just to sit on a bench somewhere. He thinks a lot on these walks. About how Chuying needs to stop second-guessing herself these days, because something hurts in his chest to see the mighty OnePer flicker with doubt; about how Guangyan always gets the same look in his eyes when he’s overworked himself and is about to fall asleep on Yiyong’s shoulder (he’s not entirely ready to examine why he always waits around on late study nights with anticipation for those moments); about how much he wishes he could have introduced them both to his dad and grandfather. He thinks about how his family is here and not-here, all still with him one way or another, and how he’s probably going to start drawing that comic again soon (after all, he did have that one reader, why not dream big?).

[zealofchronos]

things i write !

this blog has a focus on "male character x reader" content.

my preferred reader is male reader, but i will also write for gender neutral reader as well. when it comes to nsfw content, i also have a preference on writing bottom reader. it says a lot about me but i'll leave it at that. ♡

simply put, i write mlm/nblm content.

i personally will not do:

female reader

female characters ( in a romantic context )

i hope you understand ♡

i am also a bit unsure on how to write trans reader, as i myself am not trans. i am more than willing to try however, but i do suggest you find other people who have a better understanding and are more willing to :)

i am also ok with writing mlm/nblm canon character ships, but would prefer to stick with content that includes the reader.

types of content! section a

these are some genres i will be writing here!

nsfw ( teehee. )

fluff

angst ( not as prominent, i am not too big on angst :') )

hurt/comfort

etc, i am open to a lot of things

however, there will be specific things i won't write.

strictly dark content ( some of the things i write may be on the lines of dark if it ever comes to it, but it won't be too deep and it will be tagged accordingly )

extreme kinks and/or fetishes.

y*ndere

pedophilia

beastiality

if you're unsure, please ask!

types of content ! section b

i will do my best to write the following:

short/long fics

my average writing for a one-shot styled fic will be approximately 1.8k-2k words. i haven't experimented writing longer fics yet, however, so the length for those may vary. these may take longer to write, considering i am crap at writing fics.

headcanons list

the length of headcanons will vary based on how many characters are included, the kind of headcanons and just how creative i am in general.

drabbles

shorter than an average short fic, will approximately be 500-1k words, give or take.

ramblings/brainrots

these will just be short blurbs. blorbo. mini stuff. probably a lot of it will be nsfw.

what i write for !

these are some of the things i'll write for, my fandoms basically!

genshin impact

every male chara is fair game! certain charas will be a bit tougher to write for certain content. please, feel free to ask beforehand!

honkai star rail

i'll write for most of the male characters! welt ♡♡, gepard, jing yuan ♡♡, blade, sampo, dan heng and any others.

obey me! shall we date?

all male charas are fair game! no luke ( nsfw/romantic content ) for obvious reasons.

nu:carnival

i prefer writing for dante, quincy, kuya AND eiden ( my faves! ) but am not against the others!

onmyōji

pokémon ( to a certain extent of my knowledge )

i've played legends arceus, shield, scarlet/violet!!

persona 5/royal/strikers

male charas are fair game! preferred ryuji tho, funny man.

jujutsu kaisen

nanami kento. and more of course, but i have an obsession with him, i need him...

and perhaps some others i will add soon!

requests how-to !

you now know what content i write, and the fandoms i'm apart of. you're free to request me to write according to what i've provided you here :)

first and foremost, i ask that you be as detailed as you'd like when requesting. it helps me get a better understanding of what you would like, and it will generally just help my thinking flow.

if you submit a vague idea, it will take a while longer for me to do, for obvious reasons. ^^

next, i have every right to refuse a request within my comfort. i will address it if you submit it anonymously, or send you a dm if you did not! i hope you understand when i do refuse. if you however cannot take no as an answer, i will block you.

if by chance, i somehow receive a lot of requests, i will close them accordingly! they will open again once i am done with clearing up whatever requests i need to finish! please refrain from sending in requests when i state that they are closed!

that's pretty much it for requests! i look forward to seeing what you have in mind!

[cookinguptales]

Guillermo de la Cruz

favorite thing about them I love everything about Guillermo, lbr, but probably my absolute favorite part of his character is the way that he really, truly believes he's the straight man (so to speak) of the series, but in some ways he's the most unhinged person there. He's so sweet! As he calls in a bomb threat to a church!

least favorite thing about them the iffy writing in s4 regarding the time skip His tendency to make big, dramatic exits and then come back approximately five business days later. I love melodramatic mess as much as anyone, but it kind of loses the punch after the first time. Even though it does seem to be effective on Nandor, at least, every time.

favorite line This is hard for me, because my favorite things about Guillermo are typically what he does more than what he says. That said, I fucking gasped at his little "I didn't have to" when Nandor accused him of cheating during their last fight. Guillermo, my beloved.

brOTP Probably... Laszlo, maybe? Except they're not bros, they're vaguely antagonistic but occasionally supportive coparents of the creature that crawled out of their deceased friend Colin Robinson. I do really like their dynamic in s4, though, where you can tell that Guillermo is 1000% done with Laszlo but Laszlo is slowly coming around to respecting Guillermo's opinion (even if he drives him nuts) and that makes Guillermo come around, too. I think Guillermo growing some claws has grudgingly impressed Laszlo, even as it's confused and thrilled Nandor.

OTP I feel like this one is... obvious... I've written many thousands of words about why I love Nandor/Guillermo, and I'll probably write many thousands more. They're both fucking insane, but in a way that suits each other so well. I love their incredibly complicated power dynamics. I love the way they make each other better, when they let themselves. ;o;

nOTP Honestly, probably every other character with Guillermo. lmao. I'm a terrible monoshipper like that. But I especially hate any female character with Guillermo, Laszlo/Guillermo (just not the vibe I see there), Colin/Guillermo (feels... like incest now...), and... honestly, probably Derek/Guillermo. I feel like Derek can do better, as cruel as I am to the man.

random headcanon Guillermo's love language is providing for people. He's got an almost pathological need to be needed, but I think that especially comes out with food. We know that his family feeds people to welcome/comfort them (see: his mom in 2.10), we know that he used to have a job in food service, we know that he's an excellent baker (and is adorably proud of that fact), and we know that when he wanted to reconnect with his family, he chose to do so through a dinner. I think food really probably is Guillermo's love language, and it drives him crazy that he can't share that with his vampires, especially Nandor. It's assuaged a little bit by procuring victims (especially virgins) for them, but I think he really wants to break bread with them, so to speak. I foresee him going out to feed with Nandor a lot some day. If he ever gets changed.

unpopular opinion Guillermo is my sweet little baby but he's also a gigantic asshole -- to humans and even occasionally to the other vampires. I see a lot of people saying he "deserves" good things, but I don't think he does. I think he deserves exactly what he's gotten. He made the choices that got him here and they've been deeply cruel choices. I love him more than pretty much any other character on tv, but he's incredibly selfish and petty and mean. I love that for him, but I'm not willing to pretend that he's some sweet cinnamon roll, y'know? He'd be so boring if he were.

song i associate with them Quite a bit of the bird and the bee's work, tbh, especially Again & Again, You're A Cad, and Birthday. (And for a bonus, I associate their song Man with Nandor.) And, of course, Danse Macabre. (ETA: A lot of people didn't know that I didn't choose Danse Macabre for Guillermo when I wrote Sway! No, guys, that's Guillermo's BGM in the show! They use it for him a lot!)

favorite picture of them

my sweet, insane darling

but seriously, him smiling after showing off his stakes in his mini fridge was a close second.

[senjuushi]

Weirdly specific sad headcanon time! >:D

So for whatever reason last night, I started thinking about what kind of diet the gun boys would have while under military control. And I came up with some fun and painful stuff.

For some context, my mother is a registered dietitian. I checked all of this with her, so I can officially say it's nutritionally sound! I'm aiming for a structure that'll properly sustain a human body in this setting, but is about as cheap, simple, and miserable as it gets.

I'll also note that this is meant to be for fresh, on-base meals, not MREs or food required for those settings.

Info below the cut!

1. Basics

The very basic, most important things to think about here are adequate levels of protein and calories. Two of the cheapest, yet still nutritionally reliable, sources of protein are beans and eggs. For carbohydrates and quick calories, some form of simple grain covers that— most likely rice, since the combination of beans and rice fulfills all of the amino acids necessary for a complete protein. Eggs are complete on their own, so that's a beneficial addition.

What this looks like as a meal is going to be a mixture of plain, cooked beans and rice with whatever amount of whole eggs mixed in during the cooking process. Simple and incredibly dull to eat day after day, but surprisingly nutritious!

2. Nutrients

To cover things like vitamins and minerals, the quickest and easiest way amounts to what's done for cats and dogs with "homemade" food— as in, a scoop of nutrient powder containing the necessary amounts for function, dumped right into the above-mentioned meal. It likely makes the consistency at least a little gritty and gross, but it's a simple and cheap way to ensure bodily function, so it works.

3. Produce

While the necessary nutrients for functioning would be supplied by the first two points, produce is still a good idea. And in the case of not-people, what better way to offer that than by taking advantage of things humans don't want to consume? In this case, we're looking at the world's most awful salad, composed of leftover bits and pieces of whatever produce didn't make the cut for human meals. Nothing toxic or unsafe, of course, but things that are less than desirable.

Things that are a little too ripe, or not quite ripe enough, or perhaps slightly spoiled. Leftover bits from food processing that didn't make it into the soldiers' meals. For example, bananas that have gone brown, potato skins, carrot peels, fruit that's a little too squishy, over-ripe tomatoes, wilted lettuce— just all kinds of things that humans would pass up, this mixture is mockingly referred to as "Compost".

4. Liquids

In the military, the amount of water you drink is monitored for adequate consumption. And thanks to massive amounts of physical activity under harsh conditions, one needs a lot. Hydration is vital, so they're going to be downing plenty of plain old water.

In addition, though, an awful equivalent of a sports drink is given. Approximately the consistency of a thick, vaguely gritty broth, this drink is a mixture of water, more nutrient powder, and added electrolytes, and is meant to provide both additional nutrition and a quick, efficient means of hydration under extreme conditions. In terms of flavor, it's either going to be mostly tasteless, or vaguely resembling a faint, fruity, chemical-y sort of taste.

5. Animal Products

Foods like meat and dairy are rare occurrences. Between price, easy spoilage, and simply being considered too high-quality to waste on weapons, they don't make many appearances in the typical diet. When they do, it's cheap, simple proteins like chicken or white fish, cooked blandly, and even that's considered a special treat.

6. Others

Other foods, like many of the "favorites" we know in canon, are either going to be stolen or offered as special rewards. Belga's liking for cola, for example, would have started either from a hand-me-down from a soldier or something he managed to steal from whatever source. Cheap snacks can be offered as rewards of some form, but this varies for each gun. Some of them (the more important ones) may have been taken to events where they got to try more refined foods— and that's the kind of thing that leaves a lasting impression. Others may be given better meals as rewards for particularly good behavior, often tying into some form of abuse.

MREs and more processed foods are offered under either combat conditions or when someone is deemed undeserving of better meals. Things like 89 and Hachi's instant ramen are likely the result of not wanting to bother with feeding them properly, granted by those who don't want to bother dragging them out of their rooms, or sometimes "earned" for particularly good behavior. Even these basic, unhealthy meals are considered treats, and proper, good-tasting foods are basically unheard of, constituting very special occasions.

[terrence-silver]

Terry Silver Travel Headcanons

- Paris ― It is a given that Terry has been to Paris countless times throughout his life, in part as a staple and statement of wealth, class and privilege, purely to do it and get it off of his bucket list of things as many times as he could --- which he indeed has, more times than he could keep count of to the point that if asked, he pretty much shrugs Paris off like something that’s pretty much a given at this point. Possible he found the whole affair vastly overrated and he perhaps internally approaches the whole city with a bit of a cynical chagrin due to the fact that it bears the moniker of the city of style, light, fashion and love and his sense of American exceptionalism kicks in at times and he is indeed slightly pissed off (and maybe even envious) that any place outside of the US gets to bear some many titles in a superlative. Then again, I always did headcanon, that lets say, his mother used to adore Paris, so he does have a soft spot for it, if only because of her, but that’s an extensive topic.

- London ― Maybe the only city outside The States he frequently, well, frequents. It is as familiar and safe feeling to Terry as it can get, with the same language, approximately the same habits and more or less the same mentality compared to the rest of the world at large, and it is probably his most commonplace travel turf, to the point he often doesn’t even consider it travel and rather puts it into the category of commute. That is, if commute included private Jetting across the Pacific Ocean, which, when you’re as rich as Terry doesn’t even appear all that strange to think or say. Can see that he met and employed Margaret Spencer during one of his many back and forth to London back in the 80′s or maybe even beforehand, in the late 70′s and as years passed, his fondness for the place, again, was explicitly heightened due to his, by then, deceased private assistant who he always had fond memories of in the years to follow, even she was no longer among the living. Terry’s devotion manifests in many ways, naturally.

- Berlin ― A city he most probably associates with business, chemical off-shore Dynatox labs, foreign scientists in his employ, nuclear research facilities and overall not a place he visits out of pleasure a much as the corporate needs of his firm and to occasionally overseer the comings and goings of his overseas branches in the area and state of the art underground offices. But, then again, for Terry, overseeing his conglomerate is pleasure, alongside the unannounced, sudden inspection of warehouses that has all of his workers on pins and needles because they’d never expect he’d visit them when he does, in the most impromptu of senses, because Terry doesn’t want it to be known just when he’ll pop in as he goes about scrutinizing his workers. Controlling them. Testing them. Spying on them, if need be. Enjoying them scrabbling about, nervous, fidgety and anxious for his absolute sadistic delight. He lives for that crap. The sheer powerplay of being in charge. Far more stimulating than any vacation.

- Rome ― Rome suited Terry from an aesthetic point of view and he found himself feeling some sort of way surrounded by all those tall, sculpted, marble bodies, the monoliths, the impossible antique columns, the carved muscles, the artistic nudity and the entrancement of rapture, with stone fingers gripping flesh as realistically as human meat. The gods in stone. I imagine he felt he’s right where he should be, in a roundabout way, surrounded by visions he felt viscerally connected to. Felt he looked similar to, when he slips out of his clothes, when he flexes himself in the reflection of a mirror, he could vaguely pass himself off as Oceanus the Titan, seated in the heart of Fotana di Trevi. Few ordinary people ever look like Terry or are ever built like Terry, even if they’re in sports themselves, so he always found it partially funny how he had to look to actual deities to find something he related to where sheer physicality was concerned. In the aftermath, I feel he developed a great appreciation for statues as decor and housed a great many of them in his Glendower mansion in the 80′s.

- Geneva  ― It is doubtless that Terry has countless overseas banking accounts tucked away here and there and everywhere, because keeping one’s money separate and often untraceable just in case is an entirely prudent and strategic thing to do for anyone dealing with large sums of money --- the main (and most deliberately visible) of which are located possibly (and most probably) in Switzerland, so places like Geneva, Bern, Zürich, Basel and all its many financial and economic centers and hubs become like a pilgrimage for any well to do Billionaire. Terry included, of course. Heck! Especially Terry. I feel an annual visitation to the place, personally, without sending a private banker, assistant, advisor, lawyer or managerial team is something Terry does and has done all his life one way or another, ever since he took over his father’s dealings and in fact, it has become such a habitual, traditional, entirely ingrained thing for him that people in said cities, affiliated offices and banks already know him on a first name basis by sheer association and expect his customary arrival during certain months of the fiscal year like it is Christmas morning.

- Dublin  ― Well, if we take the time to headcanon that Terry could have an Irish heritage to himself through at least one side of his family, this city becomes exceedingly special to him to the point he finds an odd difficulty talking about it openly because he feels tremendously protective and territorial of it (and even fairly sensitive once you scratch the surface), especially in a high class, fairly vapid echelon that perhaps wouldn’t choose the particular locale as their first go-to for a glitzy vacation. Which, honestly, their loss, seeing as how he isn’t keen on sharing, feeling something oddly defensive that he can’t quite categorize kicking in, where he wishes to keep the things truly extraordinary to himself and conveniently hidden and unmentioned in front of others, much like one keeps a lover they’re jealous of being seen hidden and unmentioned as well. But, Terry finds the city immensely meaningful and even coveted to the point he often visits it covertly, on the downlow, so nobody would know and nobody would bother him doing so. Why? Because he cares. If he cared less, he’d speak of Dublin more readily.

- Seoul  ― Terry’s been and stayed in Seoul somewhere after Vietnam or maybe even during it, on some sort of temporary army leave. The timeline of it is murky and vastly underexplored, but this is where Terry’s and John’s journey and more serious endeavors into Tang Soo Do and Karate really started under Sensei Kim Sun-Yung tutelage and they’ve picked up, or rather polished and perfected the expertise of the craft, as, no doubt recommended by Captain Turner who also studied there during the Korean war himself, years prior. I envision Terry’s highly respectful of the city and goes back there with a sort of hallowed regard and reverence just based off of the fact what and just how much he learned there and how it impacted him all throughout his later life, feeling, perhaps, that the city and its cultural aspects served to shape and strengthen him as an individual --- body, mind and soul, possibly as much as Vietnam as a whole did. It in a sense, directly served as a trajectory to start transforming Twig into the Terry Silver we know, in, yes, all his darkness.

[yanderecandystore]

Yandere dog man in heat, please.

At first I got really confused, and I came up with three different scenarios of how this could play out:

Medieval Monster Dog Man: Kinda like a werewolf, really feral but maybe he can't transform into a human (making it a different type of monster). In this setting I imagined monsters and humans being kinda against one another.

Modern Anthro Dog Man: Beastars basically, a world where either everyone is an anthro animal (furry lol-), or a world where humans and anthro/monster animals coexist in a modernized setting.

Anime Neko Style: A dog man with more human features than dog-like, leaving his tail and his ears and a couple of mannerisms.

Let me see what I can do for you, boo.

TW/Tags: basic horniness (nsfw stuff: mentions of pillow grinding, vague biting kink, sexual frustration, implied sex after ending, slight mentions of breeding kink, etc) // gender neutral/nonspecific reader // I decided to go with a semi fantasy setting, although vaguely described so you can imagine this universe the way you like // I consider him to be from some kind of monster species-

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Partners through tough and thin [Yandere!DogMan/Monster?? x GN!Reader - Headcanons]:

Let's start with a bit of an off-topic: Did you read my mind boo? Did you know that I was planning on adding a section to the Masterlist dedicated to humanoid/animalistic monsters? I was thinking more about driders/insectoid monsters actually- But I don't really mind this.

Regardless, let's set up the context!

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

So, I won't talk for too long this time, just a quick basic talk about your relationship with Flint (don't @ me, I'm terrible at picking names out of the blue-).

You two meet each other pretty much by coincidence, both of you were looking for people to form an adventuring party with- But ultimately finding almost no luck.

To be fair, you weren't really looking for an adventure with strangers, as mostly you just wanted to gain more knowledge by exploring your vast world with someone you would at least want to be near with. You were a couple of ranks above him, yet you found him to be such great company that you two formed some sort of bond over the time you guys spent together.

Expedition after expedition, and it started to feel like you two were more than random colleagues being together just for the sake of finishing a task, it felt like you two were mutual friends that were so accustomed to working together that it felt weird being separated or near strangers.

You were surprised to find someone so easy to rely on, so sweet and kind and extremely gullible. After seeing so many narcissistic jerks who only wanted someone to carry their stuff and do all the hard work while you stood by and watched them take all the glory of completing their quest- It felt like a breeze of fresh air to find Flint looking for someone as well.

Which was weird considering how easily any of them would have taken him to be their personal walking inventory.

You two didn't get along right away, but you guys did warm up to each other as the time passed on. You thought Flint was too childish and Flint thought you were too stern, and even after five years of working with each other, nothing seems to have changed.

Nothing except a better understanding between you two. Even with your differences, it was as if you two were inseparable at this point.

Flint is a lovely guy, you can't tell if it's because of his dog side, but he radiates Good Boy Energy™. He is loyal to you as an adventuring partner, and he is the best friend someone can have, yet you would be lying if you said you knew everything about him.

Flint is not the best at hiding things, especially his own emotions and even he knows about that! Throughout these five years you two spent together, Flint would always try to keep his distance from you in certain times of the year.

At first you didn't understand why did he act so weird and be so distant from you- Until you realized what was happening and you started to feel stupid for not getting it sooner- Fling goes through a heat cycle every six months and that has proven to be quite the interesting change to your routine- Considering you never knew (and still doesn't know-) what to do about it.

Flint always told you it was fine- It was a normal thing to him at this point and you didn't need to worry about it- You just needed to keep a reasonable distance from him and… Close your ears every night through these cycles.

It was fine, you know? I mean- To you it's a bit of an awkward situation as you aren't the same species or him/or don't go through these heat cycles as him- But to him it was absolutely normal. Inconvenient, but normal.

You have no idea what he does to himself to stop it from getting in the way of your partnerships- But one can't help but be curious, especially since he could just stay home if he wasn't feeling alright, he didn't need to continue this journey.

For some reason he always preferred to ignore it and keep going, to focus on his task to be able to give in to the carnal instincts brewing inside him. That was before he met you, however.

He always had dealt with his heat by occupying his mind, and it worked for the most part- But why does it feel so strong now? Why does it feel so unbearable?

It's been a couple of days that he can't find peace anymore, even if he tries to ease his pain each night, it nevers seems to get better. Whatever medication/potion or spell he could use to stop it, it wasn't working anymore, he somehow felt just as if not more sensitive than he was before he took those.

It wasn't just his body that was struggling to find some rest, his mind was also being haunted by mockeries of his own fantasies- To be fair, he hasn't been in peace with himself for a long time now, probably longer than he thinks, but you know how it is- You don't know you have fallen in love with someone until it's too late, and he has just recently discovered the seed of affection towards you growing into something more and more.

He had a crush on you, he doesn't know for how long yet it feels like it has been an eternity- It doesn't really help that you two spend more time with each other than with other adventurers and explorers, and it doesn't help that while you're sleeping in your tent, approximately 15 meters away from his own, as his mind is filled with worse and worse thoughts about you-

It's way too late at night for him to be feeling so needy- He's been trying to relieve himself for maybe 3 hours already, yet he still hasn't been able to calm down his mind and body. He has been carefully listening to each sound that came from outside, more specifically from inside your tent. Every snore, every breath, every whine you give in your sleep is making him mad with feelings he shouldn't have let it grow to this extent. He was supposed to be listening carefully to make sure you're safe, but instead he is having lewd ideas about your sleeping noises.

The feelings and thoughts that are suddenly coming to his mind are nothing short of disgusting to him, he knows he shouldn't be thinking I'll of an friend he loves so much, he shouldn't be craving someone to this degrading extent- Yet he can't stop biting his pillow and imagining it to be you, constantly breathing out your name while crying pathetically as he continues to indulge in this act while his mind is in a half sleep state.

So sleepy in fact that he hasn't heard you coming inside his tent- He wasn't even sure if your soft caressing was real or just a figment of his own twisted mind. He feels so grossed out by his own mind, he would rather believe this is all a dream then to realize he was being so loud you decided to come inside and see if he was okay-

Please, he is already the worst being alive just for fantasizing about you- Don't tell him he woke you up with his whining, it makes him feel more pathetic.

It's such a bittersweet situation, you came here genuinely deciding to help him out however you could- Not because of pity, but for something more than just wanting to help him ease his urges- But even if he is earning for this with all his heart, he feels too bad about himself to stop crying and apologizing for what he was about to do. You two seemed to have your hearts in the same direction, but can he control his instinct to take you for himself and breed you?

It doesn't really matter if he can or not breed you, his mind is already lost to countless nights without sleeping and constant thoughts about loving you and making love with you- Whatever sense of logic has been thrown out of the window.

However, maybe he isn't completely lost! Maybe he'll try his best to be more romantic about this, as it wasn't really how he expected it to happen. Even if he is currently acting like a lovesick lust beast, you don't need to worry because the good boy as your partner is commonly known for will be back in the morning, just a bit more clingy and overly protective of you.

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[demonicheadcanons]

I was thinking about the arabian sidequest and how a lot of looks in otome makes at least one reference to middle eastern culture, and then I thought about East Asian, so then I was like, the brothers reactions to MC in a Lengha or saree, bonus if it's their colours as headcanons?

The Obey Me Brothers See MC in a Lehenga / Saree in their Colours

AN: This is a beautiful request!! Please let me know if anything I said is rude or disrespectful - I’ve grown up entirely in Ireland which isn’t a very diverse place. I also haven’t played the sidequest myself yet.

I tried my best to do some research on this though, to put in enough effort and to learn a bit more myself.

I mention alcohol briefly in Mammon’s, as a warning.

Scenario: Its a very special occasion in the Devildom - a party thrown by Diavolo - and MC has decided to wear a lehenga and saree for it, matching the colours of the specific brother. They’re already close but not necessarily a couple.

Lucifer

He comes to your room to collect you ahead of time as this is an occasion you absolutely can’t be late for. When you open the door, the usual, I’m-pissed-off-don’t-talk-to-me look on his face drops for half a second before he regains some rough approximation of it, raising an eyebrow. The colours are perfection, a deep red paired with a lovely velvety black. There are vague patterns he can’t quite make out, but its enchanting to look at.

He keeps you by his side as you two walk out to where he’s already gathered his brothers, and you catch him smirk when one of them makes a comment about how the two of you match - probably Belphie, punctuated with a yawn. He covers it up immediately, tells Belphie to be quiet, that you were all in too much of a hurry for such commentary.

He keeps glancing at you before the event officially starts, something dancing behind his eyes that isn’t usually there. Delight, you realise. He’s beaming and failing to hide it efficiently, and you hear Barbatos make some kind of joke or comment about it as he passes Lucifer his food, and Lucifer can only half frown at him as he shrugs it off.

He invites you to dance with him later, the first out of anyone to make an offer, confident as ever, and he doesn’t hide his smile when the two of you are twirling round the ballroom together. He talks, then, lets you know why he’s so uncharacteristically cheerful - you seem so confident and radiant, the outfit only adding to it. It suits you well, he says, proud gaze fixed on you. Not just the outfit but the confidence, how comfortable and happy you seem. And the colours, too, he notes cheekily.

Lucifer only vaguely asks about the cultural meaning behind it all. He listens intently when you talk about whatever you know of it, even if all you say is ‘Its an outfit we wear in India for more formal occasions’. He’ll go off and look into it more later, not one to directly show much curiosity about human customs, but he does love if you divulge small amounts of information with him that he wasn’t previously aware of, and he’ll remember everything you tell him in future.

His colder demeanor comes back later, but there’s still some new softness to him. When the two of you are alone, he subtly makes a comment about how you should wear whatever makes you most comfortable at any time - except at RAD, where you should continue to wear your uniform, obviously - because... you look much better with a smile. “Next time,” he mumbles, smirking at you and taking one of your hands in his, “you should try not to out-dress every demon in the room.”

Mammon

He’s... having issues, the second he half beats your door down trying to get you to hurry and come out or Lucifer will have his head, you’re supposed to be leaving in two minutes! You throw open the door and he freezes, before clearing his throat and taking a step back. You look kind of okay, he mumbles. Mammon turns sharply and leads the way towards his brothers, face red.

Mammon is quieter than usual, but defensive. He scowls at his brothers if they make comments he doesn’t like, but if you seem comfortable enough he won’t bark at them about it. He keeps glancing at you and he’s not so subtle about it because he simply doesn’t think to be.

He’s furious when you get to the party and people keep looking at you but also like. They should be? You look amazing? People absolutely should be admiring you but he doesn’t like it, but he does. He’s so torn, and he ends up by your side most of the time.

He settles down eventually after a few drinks, stops bristling and relaxes, and then he has this easy going smile on his face every time he looks at you. You look really good, have you ever considered modelling? This style of clothing isn’t common in the Devildom, and he’s really curious about it underneath his tsundere demeanor. The more he relaxes, the more questions he asks, and he listens with stars in his eyes, head tilted as he watches you intently.

“And did you match the Great Mammon on purpose?” he asks, puppy dog eyes boring into your soul. He still has an air about him, false confidence, happiness and awkwardness swirling together palpably, but he’s more honest than usual. He’s content, and so long as you’ll have him there, he’d like to stay by your side. Please.

[Others under the read more]

Leviathan

He doesn’t come to your room to collect you - its actually the other way about. He’d gotten too absorbed in ‘one last game’, dressed and ready and sitting loosely on the side of his bathtub bed, fully invested in completing this next level. He jolts when you tap on his door and gently click it open, blushes bright red as he stumbles over an apology and sits his controller down, and freezes completely when he finally takes in what you’re wearing.

The orange and blue go marvelously together, like the beach meeting the ocean, and his blush only deepens, his stutter so bad he decides to just clamp his jaw shut and follow you as you both head towards the front hallway.

Scowls at his brothers if they comment about his face or your outfit. Mammon grabs him and ruffles up his hair around his horns and his tail wags angrily as he tries to pull Mammon’s arm off him, to no avail. His tail continues to swish back and forth, the tip of it flicking angrily side to side throughout the whole event.

You’ll have to choose yourself to spend time with him at the party because otherwise he’s off on his own trying to find the quietest corner to hide in. He also doesn’t have the courage to approach you, not when so many eyes are on you. If you do seek him out, he’s flustered about it; shouldn’t you be spending your time, y’know, with literally anyone else right now? You tell him you’d rather be with him right now, and he gives this sad little half smile through his blush, like he doesn’t believe you but its comforting to hear nonetheless.

You two get into a conversation and somewhere in there he lets slip what he thinks about your outfit; it really suits you, and the colours feel like home to him. He pauses, covers his mouth with one hand, stares at you to try and gauge your reaction. You smile back at him, and he relaxes. He’s quieter about it all than a lot of the other brothers, too uncomfortable at the party and around people anyway, but he seems happy enough around you off in the corner, with your calming presence and comforting memories of the ocean to tide him over until you can both go home.

Satan

He doesn’t visibly react when you approach the brothers, ready to leave. Maybe slightly raises his eyebrows but just trails along beside you, striking up a conversation about something or other, the latest book he’s read or asking about a book he’s loaned to you, or a comment about the party and some people who will be there.

He’s more openly flirtatious than the other brothers, not one to keep his thoughts to himself. “You look delightful, by the way,” he says with his angelic smile, right before you enter Diavolo’s castle. “Did you intentionally match colours with me, I wonder?”

Its not a question to be answered, not right now at least - Lucifer opens the doors and Diavolo and Barbatos greet you all immediately, Satan walking towards the front of the crowd with a smirk to say his own greetings. He doesn’t bring it up again, not until after dinner and well into the party, when he asks if you’re free for the next dance, one hand held out towards you, inviting you towards the dance floor.

Satan talks then, properly. Says he’s glad that you’re here, that you make this whole thing more bearable than if he was stuck with his brothers. He’s calm, but his eyes betray his amusement. “Everyone has been watching you,” he notes, pretending to be thoughtful. “You really do look lovely in that outfit. Does it have any particular meaning or history behind it?”

He asks the most questions, and is (one of, because Asmo exists) the most forward, open with his comments and not shy with his affections where he can play it off in a flirtatious, almost joking manner. He means everything he says, but does worry you’ll reject him too much to actually expect anything back, and so satisfies himself by satiating his curiosities about the cultural background of the outfit. Like Lucifer, he’s delighted with any information you give him, but definitely presses for more if you’re vague. He’s not trying to be pushy, he just wants to know, and he’ll also go and look it up by himself after the party.

Asmodeus

“Oh!! You look amazing, honey!” he squeals, the second you walk out of your room. “And we match too! That means you have to stay with me the whole time, we’ll look like a cute couple! Just try not to steal my thunder, you look almost as good as me in that!”

Compliments, compliments, compliments. He does not stop gushing from the moment he sees you up until one of the brothers says something to distract him - Satan tells him his hair is a little off on one side and he needs to fix it before they get to the castle. They all think you look amazing but they are somewhat tired of hearing Asmo’s voice right now.

He sits directly beside you for the dinner and flirts openly and steadily, unless you seem to be uncomfortable, in which case he does back off a little. Simeon sits across from you two, per Lucifer’s request, so that if Asmo gets to be too much he can strike up a conversation and take the heat off you for a moment.

When the two of you are dancing he’s flirtatious but honest. His affections are somewhat more heartfelt, although still very charged. He asks if you feel more content dressing like this, and encourages you to do it more often. He also asks if you want to spend some time with him later - not like that, he laughs, when you roll your eyes or blush in response. He’d like to play dress up for a bit, try on some outfits, and maybe redesign your school uniform to add some interesting touches if you haven’t already incorporated your own style into it.

Beelzebub

He’s the least likely to react out of all the brothers. “You look very sweet, MC,” he says quietly, gentle smile and puppy dog eyes directed straight at you. He loves how the outfit sits on you, loves how you smile back at him. But unlike the other brothers, instead of striking up a conversation he’s content to simply keep an eye on you.

If you try to talk to him, he’ll respond, but he’s not one for words. Belphie joins in and it makes it a lot easier for him, and you can feel just how happy he is, but he’s too focused on the prospect of the big dinner at Diavolo’s party to be possessive or flirty at that moment.

Beel actually doesn’t even notice that the colours are his colours until after the meal when Belphie or Asmo points it out, and then he beams at you and gathers up the courage to invite you to dance with him. He’s enchanted by the way the fabric moves whilst you’re in his arms, and half bumps into Mammon because he’s too distracted to focus properly.

“I... hope you dress like this, more often,” he mumbles at one point, standing off to one side with you as you sip on a drink of something or other, his own cup empty. “You look nice.” He says something else under his breath, and you don’t quite catch it. Something about how he’d like if you dressed like that for him, not his brothers but for him, and for you too, of course.

Belphegor

He smirks when you wake him up in the attic (he’d been having one final nap before you had to go, and was almost hoping he’d be forgotten so that he wouldn’t have to go see Diavolo. With you being the one to come get him, and especially in that beautiful purple lehenga and saree, he’s not so upset anymore.)

He groans still, playfully pulling on your arm. “Just stay here and sleep with me,” he says, smirk twisting into a lopsided grin when you roll your eyes at his phrasing. “Fine, fine, I’ll get up.” He stands with a dramatic sigh and pauses to look at you properly. “It’d be a waste of such a pretty outfit if you stayed here only for me, right?”

Belphie doesn’t acknowledge what he said at all as he grabs your hand and heads off towards the door, dragging you along with him. He doesn’t let go until you’re nearing the front hall, doesn’t particularly mind if his brothers see his fingers intertwined with yours, and won’t pull away if you reach for his hand again. He’s content and relatively quiet if you do, walking hand in hand to Diavolo’s castle behind all of his brothers.

He doesn’t bring up the outfit again until you’re dancing, like some of his other brothers. He jumps between casually flirting and having a normal conversation, mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches your every reaction. He leans his head on your shoulder at one point, mumbles something about being too tired for all this nonsense, and then about how soft the saree is as he smoothes a hand over it gently, fingers coming to rest on your waist. The smirk doesn’t leave his face and he seems content, overall. “I’m glad it was you,” he half-whispers, then, hugging you. He doesn’t clarify what he means, simply smiles and dozes off there at the edge of the ballroom, still gently swaying to the music with his arms around you.

[unnamedelement]

I spent literally 30+ minutes today reading through a bunch of posts looking for this one particular take on Mirkwood and colonialism that I read approximately 3 years ago so I could cite it for something (don’t worry, I found it), but in all that reading I was—once again—reminded of how much Tolkien “canon” is an actual crapshoot, yet how vociferously people will argue their perspective as if it is the one true answer and like—

(Obviously I’m referring to Wood-elves, here, because when am I not)

But, y’all, I obviously have my opinion(s) and have expressed them in waaaaay too many words of fanfiction and more papers (lmao… okay, one) than I ever imagined I would but—

I just—

Huh.

Without a critical framework, arguing your “truth” while relying solely on “canon” doesn’t make you any more right than your opponents, because if there’s anything tolkien did really well, it was not give a shit about wood-elves in a really confusing manner.

Sure, there are a number of things in the legendarium that are cut and dry, so go for it… but wood-elves?

There are a few things we clearly know, and I’ll consider going to town on that on tumblr because it’s annoying to see blatantly wrong information about the very few bits of clear info we *do* have re: woodelves… drop a quote, state a fact, move on.

but on the non-clear things? there are TOO MANY versions of canon to not pull in some other framework to support your analysis, even if it’s just a discussion of Tolkien’s evolution re: wood-elves over time. Otherwise these “debates” are just people yelling headcanons at each other, which is good and well— but don’t call it canon. (Headcanons are great! I have them, too! But I don’t call them meta or pretend they’re based in the text if they’re not…)

I don’t know. I think what I learned today is that I learn a lot from other people’s arguing, even if I don’t agree with it, but I don’t feel a need to engage in it in that same way on tumblr myself, because—

*waves hand vaguely*

I’d rather scream into the void and launch wood-elf shit posts, I suppose

Retreats back into the void

[pridemade-blog]

My headcanon that tiny teen Quirin had a pet rabbit has no basis whatsoever other than the fact that I think it’s cute

Her name was miss flapjack and she was both Huge and Vicious to anyone who wasn’t Quirin (and to a lesser degree adira and Edmund)