#race headcanon

[yearofthevampire]

marauders characters ethnicity/race headcanons

this isn’t gonna be at all canon compliant so if you don’t like that don’t interact

these are what i’ve compiled for my personal interpretation over my time in the fandom, including random headcanons of my own that i think fit

James: full desi. half-indian (monty’s side) half-pakistani (effie’s side)

Remus: 1/4 nigerian (hope’s side), 1/2 welsh (hope and lyall’s side), 1/4 jewish (lyall’s side)

Peter: 1/2 mexican, 1/4 filipino, 1/4 german (i’m a believer of peter having two mums because IT FITS 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ unnamed mum #1 is mexican and unnamed mum #2 is half filipino and half german) (they magic-ed a baby and are his bio parents)

Sirius: 1/2 korean, 1/2 french (almost all his family, including his parents, cousins, brother, aunts, and uncles are half korean and half french because incest yay they all have the same ancestry)

Lily: 1/2 navajo (her mums side), 1/4 african (dads side), 1/4 jewish (dads side) (idc that she’s ginger and has green eyes tbh she naturally has dark brown hair)

Marlene: filipino

Mary: egyptian

Dorcas: jamaican

Pandora: brazilian (afro-brazilian)

Regulus: 1/2 korean, 1/2 french

Barty: italian

Evan: brazilian (afro-brazilian) (rosier twins real)

Amelia: mongolian

Hestia: indian

Emma: 1/2 african, 1/2 mexican

Emmeline: vietnamese

Benjy: african (specifically from the peninsula discovered by the portuguese that ended up being cape verde because IM cape verdean and i said so!!!! 🇨🇻🇨🇻🇨🇻)

Edgar: mongolian (he and amelia are siblings canonically so yk)

[certifieddethklokgroupie]

I headcanon the Orpheuses to be Azerbaijani.

[vixalate]

[zoneofsmites]

Im of the full (possibly delusional) belief that Durge is not the species that they physically appear to be.

You’re telling me this being crafted from nothing but bhaal’s flesh and his blood - this demigod - is actually a dragonborn/tiefling/human/elf/etc.

No. This thing is bhaal’s flesh and it just happens to look like that. They’re an imitation of a species, they’re not truly a (full)mortal being, they have no heritage aside from bhaal.

As a result I’m sure there’s some…oddities.

For example, a demigod child, not fully mortal. I doubt they adhere to the lifespan of whatever species they look like. Looking younger than they should. (less so perhaps with long lived races like elfs and half-elves where that is par for the course).

A dragonborn durge that by all accounts looks like a blue dragonborn but their breathweapon is acid. A tiefling durge that seems to be a Mephistopheles tiefling but they cannot cast mage hand, instead smiting like a zariel bloodline tiefling.

An elf or tiefling durge that doesn’t read as fey or infernal trough identification spells. Because they aren’t either of those things. Perhaps they could read as divine but not quite.

Members of a race that durge is supposed to be looking at them and sometimes when making eye contact they read as wrong. And some kind of uncanny effect triggers in their brain.

Give me more freaky durge who isn’t really what they appear to be at all. Just a little murder demigod crafted from dead god flesh to be the shape of something else.

[h34rtbeat]

STEP-BRO KNOWS BEST.

pairings: stepbrother!jake x younger!fem!reader

warnings: stepcest, stepbro!jake, intoxication, car sex, spit, unprotected sex, afab!reader, mentions of breeding, cherry popping, reader is a virgin, virgin-shaming(??) , non-con

“Stupid bitch, can’t even get a cock right.” Jake cursed, his snaps snapping into yours at a brutal pace.

Your tear stained cheeks and hoarse throat did nothing but fuel the man above you, feeling his balls slap against your ass.

“Went to party— ugh— to get fucked, huh? Fuckin’ virgin..” he said, eyes staring at the war your virgin cunt took him.

“Up, now” his fingers curled at your chin, pulling your body up as she shared his saliva with yours, kissing you hungrily, his pace still overbearing.

You didn’t plan on losing your virginity— not like this.

Not with your big step-bro :( he was so mean. Slamming into your poor cunt,

“Ugh..ngh! Jake.. s-slow down..!” You cried out, tears brimming at your lashes again.

“No, can’t..” he grunted, hands going back down to your waist to force your hips back onto his. You would’ve been fine, if you just kept your mouth shut.

You shouldn’t have ever tried to suck a guys dick, maybe then your cunt wouldn’t be being abused by your brothers hard cock.

Though you’d admit, all hazy in the mind, he felt good, at the very least. The other guys cock being tiny in comparison, you couldn’t think straight anyway.

Jakes lips crashed onto yours again, the sloppy kiss making your mind go more blank, the car rocking with the harsh and fast movement.

“Fuck— this pussy, so slutty.. how’re you even a virgin?” Wet noises protruding from your slick cunt, as your tongue lolled out.

He sucked on your tongue, so nasty. So crude, this was disgusting, but it felt so good.

“I know you best, so shut up and take it. Those guys can’t fuck you like this.” He moaned, dick twitching with the way your cunt kept squirting out more.

Your body too hot and bothered, the liquor still in your system.

Even when you tried to push him off, knowing you couldn’t win, you couldn’t deny how hot your lower region felt, especially not when his fingers pressed against your damp panties.

Even worse, when he slid in, with a ‘pop’

“You like that? Huh? When your step-brother fucks you, yeah?” He moaned out, getting off on the thought of you only being his.

His cock would be better, always better than any stupid college guy.

“Fuck… ugh…” he grunted out again, brows furrowing when your pussy only squeezed him tighter. Seemed you were as perverted as he was, even if you were begging him to stop.

He wanted to go deeper— he wanted to fuck himself into you, cum into, mark you so every other man knew you were taken.

Swinging his leg to your side, his cock hitting a deeper angle. Your body jolted, back arching as you drilled into the passenger seats.

“J-jake..!” You whined, clawing at the leather seats.

He didn’t listen, only continuing. This wasn’t about your pleasure, this was about him fucking into you, like some kind of dog.

“Gonna.. ugh.. cum..” he grunted, ever strong grip on your hips.

He halted his movements, balls pressed against your ass as he bottomed out, filling you up with his seed. Your cunt too inexperienced, sputtering out the fluids.

He panted, watching you breathe heavily and try to straighten up your thoughts, though he could tell the liquor was stopping you.

Oh, what would you do without him?

Blankabla

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

[paepaerest]

first post on tumblr in a while!!! I'm kind of new at everything else , but i guess if it's got the same-ish format as twitter I can get used to it!

[dreamauri]

Hey girl, if you have the time please could I get charles x fem. Maybe she’s going through a phase where she’s not sleeping very well and exhausted and the Ferrari boys literally find her passed out in the weirdest places 🏎️ thank you x

♪ — 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗭 charles leclerc x fem! reader (fluff) “. . . You gain a reputation for your unusual sleeping habits as you travel.”

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Imagine the excitement of Formula 1 world, a chapter filled with adrenaline-fueled action and constant competition on the track. On the other hand. You, amidst the fast paced weekends, are snoozing around the track, catching Zzz.

Your playground is the Formula 1 paddock, and while others are engrossed in the chaos, you find comfort in the most unlikely of locations.

Being the cheeky pair that they are, Carlos and Charles decide to keep track of your peculiar sleeping locations and turn it into a game of "Where will we find you next?"

And taking it to the extent as your self proclaimed "best friend" ( he's crushing on you hard please take the hint ), Charles Leclerc has a designated Instagram highlight, just for you sleeping around in the weirdest places possible.

"Mate!" Carlos called, trying to hold in his laugh. Charles, who has been avidly searching for you for the past thirty minutes, is at loss for words when he sees you sleeping on a random table face down, top half hanging off.Charles looks away trying to hide his smile. "Oh, Mon Dieu." [my god]. "I have to take a picture." Carlos laughed, taking his phone out. In attempt to save you from any further embarrassment, Charles walked towards you, trying to nudge you awake. but to not avail. "I got this, I got this." Carlos ran up to them with an air horn. "Mate dont-" it was too late. Charles was not quick enough o stop Chili. They both watched you stumble and fall forward off the table in shock. "Whered you even get that." Charles looked up at Carlos sighing. You looked up at the two boys, with tired angry eyes. "Run." You said simply making the two Ferrari boys run away immediately, fear stricken in their eyes.

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But it doesn't stop there. Throughout the season, your knack for finding peace in the most unconventional places becomes legendary. You're discovered snoozing in the engineering office, leaning against the SF23, or even draped over a folding chair in the media centre.

Each time, Charles manages to capture the moment, sharing it with his fans on social media, much to everyone's amusement.

As the paddock becomes your bedroom, Charles becomes your self-appointed sleep guardian. He's always on the lookout, ensuring you have a comfy blanket to enhance your slumber. It became his mission to create a haven for you amidst the chaotic world of racing, a place where you can find serenity.

"There you are." Charles mumbles as he finally found you, sleeping on piles and stacks of tires, like it was the most comfortable thing in the world. He disappeared for a second before coming back with a pillow from his drivers room.He crouched down beside you, gently cupping the back of your head and lifting you up to place the plush material under your head. A groan emitted from your mouth, making Charles freeze in panic. Last time he woke you up, it did not end well for him.Once he was sure you were back to sleep, he gently lowered your head onto the pillow, taking his rain jacket off and draping it over your body. "Rest well, Mon amour." He mumbled, wiping a few droplets of rain of your cheek.He was sitting beside you on the floor when you woke up, going through his phone. "Bonjour." [good morning] He hummed, his green coloured eyes crinkling with a smile when he looked at you. You let out a tired hum in acknowledgment, playing with a random string from the jacket. Charles held up a cup of your favourite drink, which he was waiting to give you since he found it. You looked up at him, only meeting eyes with his loving gaze.

-

"I found Miss Snooze!" Charles shouted over the radio, it was FP2 and you were passed out on a random chair beside a camera man. Like the gentle man he is, Charles went back to the garage, got you your favourite pillow and one of his Ferrari jackets ( he could've gotten you a blanket but he wanted you to have something from his, it made his heart flutter when you wore it ). Once he reached you, he parked his car and jumped out, jogging to your side and giving you the premium comfort you deserved. Giving the camera a thumbs up before jumping back in the car.Although he didn't have his phone to take a photo this time, the camera man made sure to capture the whole thing for him.

Charles' dream finally came true when he found himself taking a nap beside you on a pile of race suits. Carlos was the one to snap the photo, a picture to keep for the blooming relationship.

[hoodeenie]

some hiccstrid sketches while i take a break from requests hehe

also my idea of hiccstrid is that they are sapphics and very much inlove

[kitsune-oji]

I just read what it'd be like to be Dia's spouse, could you do something similar for Mammon please?🥺👉👈

Married to Mammon

With pleasure, my friend! ♡ though tbh some of these also apply to when you're just in a relationship with him too, without being married

Mammon x gn! Mc (you/yours)

What would your life look like as Mammon's spouse?

You're literally married to your best friend, but in the best way possible

Mammon is awed every day when he realises that he's married to you, like he's actually your husband!!! The fact you love him is so miraculous to him, it's amazing

Wealth finds you in abundance, though not all of it is money. Your wealthy in love and happiness too and you're not doubting for one second that it's because of Mammon('s influence)

The places he frequents to gamble at all know you by name and point you towards him the second you walk through the door. He will ask you every time if you'll blow on his dice for good luck... It's on you if you indulge him or not

So you still live in the House of Lamentation with him and all his brothers? Most likely, because it's just much easier and cheaper and as dysfunctional as their relationships are, Mammon would miss them all way too much... At least after a while

On more than one occasion you catch Mammon bragging about being married to you and proudly showing off his ring. No, it's not that one or the other, it's on his Ring Finger, you dingus (cue him hitting the other demon upside the head)

Whenever Mammon gets his paycheck from his modeling job, he's always trying to do smth with you or get a present for you, just anything to make you happy and show you how much he loves you because he does and he can't believe that you reciprocate his feelings but he definitely doesn't want that to change, ever! So he's gotta keep you happy!

Talking of his modeling job, Mammon invited you to come watch him a few times and (if you went) after a while the whole set knew you, even if maybe they hadn't seen you yet. Hell, Mammon talks about you so much that they feel like they actually know you already before ever seeing you, let alone talking to you.

They let you in to watch his gigs if you want to stop by and watching your chemistry, the photographer asks you to join him in a few pictures and if you're up for it and like it, you may find yourself on and in some magazines in the future...

Since he doesn't have a last name, Mammon will take on yours....and he beams whenever someone calls him Mr. (___)

The crows know you and the demons know you too

The crows see you as a very important person they have to protect and they wanna make you happy too, so they bring you things you may like. With time they also learn what makes you the happiest and frequently get that instead of other things

The demons on the other hand know you as Mammon's Partner, as part of his family and even the dumbest demon who would otherwise look down on Mammon because he's too soft, won't mess with you. Because if they did, everyone knows that Mammon ruin not only their career, but their face (or body depending on the severity of the offence) and their life as well ♡

[thatsdemko]

the ways in which max shows you he loves you - m.verstappen

pairings: max verstappen x reader

warnings: headcanon + some scenarios + google translated Dutch

- with flowers

whether it’s a certain occasion or just because, max loves to get you flowers. he loves the spontaneity of how you have the slightest clue you’re receiving them, and then when you finally do the bright smile on your face lifts his whole world.

- holding hands

he’s not big into pda, but he loves a little hand squeeze or just interlacing your fingers together is enough for him and you never press it. you just like his touch and that he’s comfortable in public enough to do that.

- sending you cat memes

he is the definition of a cat dad. he loves jimmy and sassy so much that even you have become a crazy cat parent too. your twitter and tik tok feed are covered with funny cat videos or tweets that you send each other while being just two seat cushions away.

max33verstappen sent you a tweet

lol ^ us

read at 2:30am

- listening to you

you had a bad day, and max sat there on the couch listening to you rant from your work life to your social life. he holds your hand or a box of tissues and he always makes sure you’ve got everything off your chest because he refuses to let you sleep with something on your mind.

- Dutch pet names

“schat, how are you?” finger tips caressing your cheek, lips hovering over yours his lips are soft and delicate. darling

or

“mijn mannetje I’m so proud of you!” you wrap your arms around him, lips pressing against his helmet, “number one! you did it again.” my little man

- letting you drive him around

as much as he loves driving, he likes being a passenger princess. he never puts up a fight when you ask for the keys, he just gladly tosses them and silently judges your driving.

- cuddles(being the big spoon)

he likes his arms around your body, and he doesn’t mind being the little spoon here and there, but he likes your hair against his skin or your head against his chest.

- the occasional instagram story posts

max isn’t big into posting or sharing about his relationship online, and neither are you but you both post each other from time to time to give his fans some soft boyfriend content.

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[toothbrushfingers]

i think i’m funny

[shyhandart]

We should be so lucky to get Asks from you! I love the pink pony with three legs you uploaded a while ago, you did a great job with her.

Could I get an Octavia? She's my favourite, no surprise. If that's not okay, please draw the pink pony again! I love her mane.

Im so glad you like her!! I'll definitely draw sweetpea more.

Im not super into Octavia but i think shes cute. She gave me very square and sturdy energy for some reason whilst also being rather elegant. I found that combo odd as i typically associate elegance with smoother, flowing shapes. But she spoke to me and who was i to disagree

[euno11a]

Street racer!Simon that caught sight of you when you went to one of the races with your friends to support her boyfriend, instantly catching his attention - who just so happens to be the opposing racer.

[h34rtbeat]

STEP-BRO SHOTARO HC’S

pairings: elder!steprbo!shotaro x younger!afab!reader

warnings: stepcest, some non-con, some dub-con, p in v, vaginal fingering, condoms are used!, use of nii-chan

nsfw under the cut!

stepbro!shotaro who showed up with your new dad. You hated it, every bit of it. Your parents separated, but that wasn’t necessarily why you were upset. You didn’t want a new dad, you didn’t want a new family!

stepbro!shotaro who’s determined to make you feel comfortable with him, by any means necessary.

stepbro!shotaro who introduces himself kindly, telling you “I’m gonna be your new nii-chan, so let’s be nice to each other, yeah?” You could hear the amusement in his voice. Your mother laughed and patted your shoulder, muttering a “you two will get along so well.”

stepbro!shotaro who’s always smiling. You noticed during the introductory dinner you both had together, parents on either side while you two were forced to sit together.

stepbro!shotaro who after your parents so graciously decided to go out alone, is assigned with taking care of you.

stepbro!shotaro who’s actually way nicer than you thought. You sit on his bed, the sheets soft and pillow like. You end up chatting with him, finding out he’s a dancer. And he’s amazing too, showing you some of his videos.

stepbro!shotaro who uses your insecurities and shyness to his advantage ): he knows ur insecure about having to tell people about your new ‘family’. He knows you’re naturally a shy girl. Why don’t you let your nii-chan help you?

stepbro!shotaro who gets close to you, quickly. He wants to know everything about you. Your parents are so happy. What a good, big, step brother he was being!

stepbro!shotaro who tells you that you’ll become even closer, his hands moving around your breasts, slipping under your sweatpants.

“Nii-chan, I said no..” you mutter, squirming slightly.

“Hm..?” He looks down at where his hand is, rubbing your clit. “I thought you said you wanted to be closer, sis. C’mon, let your nii-chan become closer with you, yeah?”

“But I said no..” you tried pleading, but your thoughts were quickly cut off when his fingers started going in and out of you. You never felt so euphoric.

Shotaro was so hard, he could feel himself twitching. Your cute moans begging him to stop, the words ‘nii-chan’ slipping out of your mouth. He couldn’t get enough.

stepbro!shotaro who wastes no time in using your sweet pussy for his pleasure. This is what big bros did, right?

stepbro!shotaro who fingers you, pressing you against the wall. Tall frame against yours, your moans being covered by his hand. He wishes he could let you moan out loud. Too bad your parents are right next door.

stepbro!shotaro who wants to do it raw so badly. It pains him every time he has to use the stupid cherry flavored condoms for you to let him fuck you.

stepbro!shotaro who makes you suck him off, in the nastiest places. your parents made you pick him up from dance practice since you’re learning to drive? you’re sucking him off in his practice room.

stepbro!shotaro who fucks you against the mirrors of the room. records it sometimes, too. breaking his innocent stepsister seemed to be his hobby.

stepbro!shotaro who hides his perversion to everyone else with his cheesy smile. no one has to know what he does with his step-sis, right?

[violet-moonstone]

Hiccup has dad-brain and needs to cycle through a series of names before getting his kids' names right and eventually he just gives up, especially when he's flustered.

Example of him calling Zephyr when she's causing trouble: "Nuffink! Toothless! Ruff-! Snot-! You! Goblin child! Come here please, thank you. I said *no* biting!"