#untamed heart headcanons

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Meeting and Dating Adam

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I don’t know why this one gave me so much trouble. Probably because I was writing it on like three hours of sleep and a slightly burnt out brain but I hope you enjoy anyways!!)

- Meeting Adam is ingrained in your memory; though not for reasons that one would consider good. You remember the moment with perfect clarity not because of the inherent chemistry between the two of you or because of how attractive you found him, but because of how strange it was trying to interact with him.

- Adam was a neighbor of yours, one who lived in the apartment just a staircase across from yours; though the close proximity did little to further your relationship. He never spoke to you; so much so that you contemplated the fact that he might be mute, yet you’d seen him outside on more than a few occasions and tried your best to be welcoming and kind: greeting him as you returned/left home and rambling to him whenever you could; trying to get him to warm up to you. 

- You figured that any person who wanted to get to know someone would jump on the opportunity to start a conversation; no matter how shy they may be, but Adam never did, and a part of you stood to wonder if he just didn’t like you. An insecurity which would wind up being the catalyst in the shift of your relationships dynamic. 

- You had a small potted plant garden in front of your apartment that you generally took to watering every other afternoon and one day, while you were doing so, Adam had returned home from the store, meeting your eyes as you peered up the stairs and greeted him with your usual friendly smile. He looked down and away from you as you did so but you persevered, awkwardly telling him about what you were doing as he lingered by his front door. 

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked after a particularly long and awkward pause and in response to your question, he’d glanced up with a look of surprised confusion and shook his head. A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled, rushing out an ‘oh good’ as he watched you fumble around; a small smile finding it’s way onto his own lips. 

- It wasn’t a sentence, or even a word, but it was something and it gave you a sense of hope that you never thought possible. He stood outside for a couple more minutes, watching you as you continued to take care of your plants before he finally entered his apartment and disappeared for the rest of the day. 

- Regardless of how little the two of you interacted, Adam and you always seemed to be perfectly in sync: awake at the same time, outside at the same time; etc. You’d always assumed that it was a coincidence but it never failed to bring the idea of him being the perfect companion to the forefront of your imagination; should you ever manage to get that far. 

- Blame it on the loneliness or whatever else you could think of, but you were determined to be a part of his life; and his little acknowledgement towards you only served to reassure you in your efforts to get close to him. You started speaking to him much more often, and though it wound up being more of a one sided therapy session as opposed to an actual conversation, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his presence; and found that he was starting to loosen up in your company as well. 

- Because of this, you found yourself bold enough to venture over to his apartment late one night, noticing that his lights were still on while you yourself were struggling to fall asleep. 

- And though you felt a bit silly and worried that you’d be bothering him, you powered through your nervousness and knocked on his front door; stuttering out an apology once he opened it and asking if you could come in. He opened the door a bit further and silently let you inside, holding back his dog as you rambled out an explanation and looked around his apartment curiously. 

- You were so caught up in looking around that you barely even heard him speak; or maybe you were just so used to him not speaking that you thought you’d imagined it. Either way, it wouldn’t have surprised you: after all, the statement was so out of left field that it probably should have been a hallucination.

- His first words were asking if you wanted some ice cream: …god, he really was bizarre. 

- But if he was bizarre then so were you because you mulled it over silently for a couple seconds before smiling and saying sure; leading to you sitting down in his apartment for a while and coaxing sentences out of him between bites of cold dessert. 

- Adam still doesn’t talk much after that but he isn’t as totally silent and as awkward around you as he once was. He lets you do most of the conversation making but every now and again, he’ll go off on a tangent and really start to tell you about something and it always manages to make you smile; regardless of what your mood had been prior to that moment. 

- If you’re waiting for a confession from him or an invitation to a first date then rethink your decisions and realize that you’re not going to get either of them any time soon. If you want your relationship with Adam to progress then you’re gonna have to make the first move yourself; probably by kissing him and seeing how he reacts. Which is exactly what you chose to do....

- One day, after weeks of getting to know each other and very obviously falling in love, you found yourself in his apartment, listening to records and just enjoying each others company. After mulling it over and chickening out a few times, you mustered up some courage and leaned in; pausing yet choosing to ignore his instinctual flinching back before pressing your lips softly to his own. 

- The kiss was featherlight and clumsy and probably left a lot to be desired but the shaky breath he let out as you pulled away from him made your entire body melt. He looked like he was seeing fireworks in front of his eyes as you searched his face for any signs of protest and the way he moved just an inch closer to you told you everything you needed to hear as you leaned in to kiss him again. 

- How could you be so evil as to steal a sick mans heart?

- There’s very few things that can get in the way of Adam enjoying your affection and location has never been one of them. He doesn’t have enough social awareness for pda to ever bother him so he welcomes any attention you want to give him with open arms. He’s touch starved after all; you have years of isolation to make up for.

- Though he definitely finds it difficult to make the first move in the beginning of your relationship, he starts getting more and more used to it the longer the two of you are together. And though he may still prefer it whenever you come to him, he’ll begin to feel comfortable just coming to you whenever he feels the need for a little human contact or just wants to shower you in affection.

- Holding hands. It might not be your preferred choice of affection, but you got so used to doing it during his “too flustered to think” phase and now it’s just a force of habit; one that both of you tend to enjoy. 

- Kissing him on the cheek is a guaranteed way to cheer him up regardless of his mood; though any type of kiss is fine by him. He can feel the tingle of your lips for the rest of the day and he never gets tired of it; especially when he’s having a hard time. 

- Most kisses with Adam are clumsy and soft; a sort of barely there and featherlight type of kiss that leaves you wanting more. But occasionally, he’ll kiss you with a restrained sort of passion; one that makes you melt where you stand and reminds you that he loves you more than anything in the entire world. He speaks through his actions and his kisses write poetry that rivals Shakespeare.

- Connecting your foreheads. It’s one of the few types of affection that he always seems to initiate himself.

- Pet names really aren’t Adams thing; unless they’re being directed towards him. He only ever calls you by your full given name but he never minds; and oftentimes really enjoys, hearing you refer to him as some lovey dovey term of endearment. Nothing makes him short circuit and fold faster than hearing you call him “baby” or something of the sort.  

- You are; quite literally, the only thing besides sheer exhaustion that can make him fall asleep on a regular and healthy basis. You don’t even have to be doing anything; though cuddling with him certainly helps, just being in your presence; listening to you making noise and smelling your perfume, is enough to calm him down and send him to dreamland. 

- Speaking of cuddling: it’s grown to be quite the obsession of his. Most of the time you’re either sleeping on his chest or he’s sleeping on yours: usually while his dog lays at your feet, and depending on who’s who, you’ll either listen to his heartbeat or the sound of his soft breathing and begin to drift off to sleep yourself. 

- That being said: it’s fairly normal for him to stay awake and watch you sleep; finding comfort in the peaceful look on your face and the quiet moments between you where he just gets to cherish your presence and the feel of you in his arms. Just try and forget about the fact that he confessed to watching you sleep before the two of you started dating; it’s not important right now. 

- You know those boyfriends who refuse to learn anything about your hobbies or go to certain places with you because it’s “just not their thing”? Adam is the opposite of those. He loves spending time with you, so much so that he’ll let you drag him all around town and spend hours at a time trying to understand your interests just because he wants to be closer to you and knows it’ll make you happy; and seeing you happy makes him happy.

- Being allowed to do pretty much whatever you want with him. Drag him to different places, dress him up, cut his hair, fuss over and annoy him, etc. He takes it all like a champ and comes back for more the next day.

- Staying in a lot and just listening to records or watching different films. He likes his quiet time; especially when it involves you, so never feel afraid to ask for a raincheck on that really involved date that the two of you planned if you just feel like relaxing at home.

- Slow dancing alone in your apartments.

- Playing board games together.

- Walking his dog with him.

- Visiting the orphanage he grew up in and watching as he reminisces; quietly pointing out all of the locations and details that were included in the childhood stories that he told you so much about.

- Star gazing together. Whenever the two of you are out late at night, he’ll point out the constellations and the moon and the different planets you can see from Earth and tell you all about them; sometimes really sweetly tilting your head so you can spot them better.

- Visiting each other at work; if you don’t work together already.

- Watching him as he whittles and receiving some of his carvings as gifts every now and again. He loves seeing them scattered around your room whenever he visits and promises to make you as many as you want when you first express how much you like them.

- Speaking of gifts: he only ever seems to give you things that you’re sure you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Handmade creations, perfect replicas of things from your past that you’ve told him about, things that mean a lot to him that he wants to share with you, etc. You’re almost always close to tears whenever he surprises you with them; which usually prompts him to apologize like he’s done something wrong.

- Give him a gift and he turns into a kid on Christmas; no matter how small it may be. He’ll love it because it came from you; not because it’s inherently cool or expensive. Not to mention, the mere act of receiving a present helps to heal his inner child and makes him smile like nothing else.

- Adam went through a lot of repression and trauma growing up so on occasion, you’re just gonna have to comfort and be there for him: letting him know that you aren’t going to go anywhere and that’s it’s okay to react however he needs to as he gets used to the feeling of being loved and cared for.

- He obviously doesn’t talk a lot but whenever he does, he always manages to say something sweet: whether it be giving you compliments or reassurance or just telling you that he missed you; even if you were only gone for a couple of hours.

- He finds it easier to write his feelings down instead of expressing them out loud so expect a few love letters and notes to be left around your apartment whenever he has something important to say; like telling you how much he cares about you or how amazing he thinks you are.

- Surprise flowers. He favors colorful little bouquets over roses and that’s something you especially love about him; how even his preferred floral arrangement is so …him. 

- Inside jokes.

- Most people in your life; rightfully, think he’s a little weird so get used to standing by your man and ignoring their rude/pointed comments. He may be weird but you love him regardless and that’s all that matters, right?

- He almost always walks with you whenever you need to go somewhere: wanting to know that you got home or to work; or wherever else you may go, safe. He’ll wake up early, stay up late, or go on break strategically just so he can be there for you. And if he really can’t make it, he’ll call you or have you call him as soon as you get home just so he knows that you’re alright. He’s a bit overdramatic but it makes you feel good to know that he cares about you so much.

- Please just bring your own jacket when you leave the house: don’t make him give you his. And no, you may not ask him to give it to you, but he’s going to do it anyways and you should know that by now. Trust me, you don’t want to walk home while watching him shake like a leaf from the cold; it’s like watching an ASPCA commercial that doesn’t end.

- He has absolutely zero shame when it comes to how in love with you he is. He openly admits to missing you; even when you spend almost all of your time together, and sprays himself with your perfume in the morning so he can smell like you for the rest of the day. Some would call him obsessive; and they’d be absolutely right, but sometimes that’s just the price of true love, baby. 

- Please move some of your things into his apartment when things start to get serious between the two of you. Just seeing a stray hair tie on his bedside table makes him giddy; imagine how happy he is when you ask for one of his dresser drawers. 

- The two of you share cute little routines with each other: like him waking you up every morning with a warm drink and a long soft kiss.

- He’s an avid reader so it’s no surprise that you’d borrow each others books. I have a feeling that he doesn’t annotate his own novels but he’d cherish the ones that you do; tracing your writing with a small smile before turning the page and continuing on.  

- Regardless of how long the two of you have been together, he still looks at you the same way he did when he first met and fell in love with you. Your presence still manages to distract him; even if you’re doing nothing of interest, and you’ll notice him staring on more than a few occasions; merely giving you a small smile whenever you manage to catch him and fondly shaking his head when you shyly ask him “what?”. 

- He rarely ever works up the nerve to ask you out loud, but every now and again he’ll nudge his head against your hand, lay his head in your lap, or ask you to “help him with his hair” and you’ll just have to realize that he wants you to run your fingers through and play with it. The contented sigh that leaves his lips and the way his eyes flutter shut never fails to make you melt; probably just as much as he’s melting in that very moment. 

- Is it weird that he secretly enjoys hurting himself? Yeah, kinda. Is he a masochist? No: he just enjoys having your undivided attention and sympathy while you patch him up afterwards. He has a high pain tolerance, clumsy hands, and severe mommy issues: what more do I have to tell you?

- I already mentioned that he’s obsessed with you, right? Because he’s like really obsessed with you. Almost every thought of his involves you to some degree: whether it be seeing something on his own and instantly wanting to tell you about it or thinking about how it reminds him of you, or just plain remembering everything you tell him. At least he’ll never forget your birthday, right?

- You’re his biggest motivating factor and it never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated. You know how hard certain things are for him, and yet he still agrees to give them a chance just because he knows they’ll mean a lot to you; like going to a party or getting the heart transplant that all his doctors say he needs. 

- Speaking of his heart: its one of the few things in your relationship that’s actually started an argument between the two of you and though he’s terrified of losing the love he has for you, he can’t stand the thought of not being with you for as long as possible or accidentally hurting you by refusing to get the help that he needs. It might take a while but he’ll agree to get the transplant and you’ll be with him every step of the way; making sure he’s got no other choice but to remember just how much he loves you. 

- Okay fine; lets talk about his creepy behavior. Adam is kind of a stalker and he does some questionable things; things that you’re just gonna have to look past and accept if you want to be in a relationship with him. He never really had a chance to be normal and/or learn the intricacies of right and wrong so you’ll just have to be patient and understanding with him: explaining why he can’t do certain things; like breaking into your house, no matter how innocent or kind the intention behind the gesture was.

- I think a majority of the time, Adam won’t realize that somebody is trying to flirt with you, and even when he does, he’s far too shy to do anything about it; unless you’re openly uncomfortable and seemingly want his help. You’re fairly open about your disinterest in other men so it isn’t often that he feels the need to be insecure or jealous. As long as you’re safe; and as long as you’re coming home to him, he’s perfectly fine and trusting of you. 

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about you. There’s nothing on this Earth that’s as precious to him as you are and he’ll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that you’re okay; regardless of the situation. 

- Arguments are a very rare occurrence in your relationship; mainly because the issues you have with him aren’t something you can resolve with a simple fight. He already has enough trouble as it is when it comes to being open about his emotions; and/or confessing to things he knows you wont be a fan of, so try your best to stay calm and have a civil discussion with him. Getting angry or yelling at him won’t do anything besides make him shut down and avoid you. 

- He might not apologize in the way you’re expecting him to but they’re still always sincere. He never means to upset you; most of your issues stem from ignorance not malice, so he’ll always try his best to make it up to you.

- Side note: Adam is a very “no love lost” type of person. Even if you’re both mad at each other and not on the best of terms, he still wants the best for you and wants to make sure that you’re okay. You can hate him all you want; though he’d prefer it if you didn’t, he’s still going to look out for you and help you out whenever he can. 

- Even though he struggles to tell you he loves you out loud, you never feel as though he doesn’t. He shows you he cares through his actions and confesses his love for you on paper. Words have never been his strong suit but if they’re yours then feel free to shower him in as many “I love you’s” as possible: he never gets tired of hearing you say it and if you’re patient with him, you’ll definitely hear him say it back one day. 

- The two of you cherish every moment you have with each other and though your time together may be short, you’ll love him for the rest of your life and he’ll love you for the last of his. 

[lunaticmeap]

Thinking about early on when Lan Wangji was trying to figure out if Wei Wuxian was back, and the idea that it took him a while to reconcile the Wei Wuxian that came back to life with the Wei Wuxian that died was because the one that died is nothing like the one that came back to life. And it is that overwhelming thought that almost brings him to his knees, because “Oh, it’s not just the man Iet die that came back, but it is also the boy that I first loved. He is not lost to me forever.”

[imu-chan]

personal mdzs head canon is that Song Lan is like a distant Lan cousin or sect disciple who left/got kicked out because he fell in love with Xiao Xingchen. He just, switched his names around??? hypothetically. hmm maybe the ‘lan’ for him is a different character than the ‘lan’ of gusu. Anyways I love both Cangse Sanren and her shixiong Xiao Xingchen leaving the mountain and falling in love…and then falling into tragedy and being forever separated from their children (WY, A-Jing)

[deathbyoctopi]

Read a fic in which it is mentioned tangentially that (cql)Xue Yang is left to rot in the streets of Yi City, none of the cultivators there willing to give his body the slightest courtesy of any sort of burial. 

I couldn’t disagree more this time. No seasoned or amateur cultivator would risk the slightest possibility of Xue Yang coming back as a fierce corpse: that man was given every proper rite, incinerated, exorcised, and his ashes sealed in a titanium little box promptly thrown inside an active volcano. 

[qinghe-s]

happy zewu-june ♡ 2/8

[id: four gifs of lan xichen from various episodes of cql/the untamed. the outer edge of each gif is coloured in blue, pink, and white. each gif shows him playing liebing; in the lanshi, outside the jingshi, and at biling lake. caption reads “happy zewu-june ♡” in a blue-pink-white gradient. end id]

[twistedappletree]

One of the reasons I can’t handle extreme zhuiling angst is because I start thinking of situations like Lan Sizhui learning empathy and using it to try and find out more about his family/parents/history etc. but being unable to get out and Jin Ling desperately trying to bring him back through any means possible (his voice, his bell, LSZ’s childhood toys) but nothing seems to work so he exhausts himself watching over LSZ day by day and protecting his body until he figures out a way to save him because he refuses to let him go

[ceruleancattail]

Headcanons for Yandere Floyd and Jamil with a reader who already has a romantic partner back in their home world

Yandere Floyd and Jamil with a s/o who’s taken

Tw: yandere, manipulative behaviour, mentions of bruises

Floyd’s not too concerned, really.

Come on, did you really think Crowley will ever send you home? Floyd’s pretty sure the big guy already placed you on the back burner. That old striped beak fish is going to use you for everything you’re worth.

Ramshackle’s prefect, Beast Tamer and whatever lavish title you’ve been blessed with…

Don’t you see? They all boil down to nothing. Just shackles after shackle, binding you to Night Raven College. You’ve been presented with a duty, and you’re hardly the kind of person to cut and run, aren’t you? Striped beakfish is going to use that endearing part of you, until the day you’re dead.

So just accept that you’re staying in Twisted Wonderland, prefect. There’s nothing you can do. Whatever relationship you had in your world is null and void. Just give up on them, yeah?

Forget them. Floyd’s all you got now.

He courts with all the love in his heart. Too much love, in fact. His passion crashes into you with all the force of a wave. Seawater fills you slowly, crawling into your nose, stinging your throat. As a creature of the sea, Floyd loves like the waters of the ocean.

Some days, calm and docile, lapping at your ankles. Those days were rare.

Most days, he’ll love you like a storm. Waves towering above you, tearing into your flesh. Wild, untamed forces of nature.

Tossed around like a toy, you’re at the total mercy of Floyd’s whims. He insists on having you near him at all times. His fingers wrap around your wrist, grabbing on tight. Tight enough to leave streaks of crimson red across your skin. A cattle’s brand.

A clear sign of who you truly belong to.

Jamil’s fuming. Quietly, of course. He’s used to swallowing his anger, placating people with a placid smile.

That doesn’t mean that anger is doused. The flames are very much alive, shimmering in his gut. Forked tongues of malice licking at his heart, consuming him ever so slowly.

You had someone dear to you in the old world. A lover. Once again, Jamil’s been outclassed.

Ah, of course. He’s sorry for assuming otherwise. Do forgive him. Although, Jamil’s curious. Wouldn’t you tell him a little more about your partner?

It’s painful to listen to you chatter on about your lover, watching your eyes shine when you say their name. More then once, Jamil has to bite deep into his lower lip. The metallic taste in his mouth stops him from grabbing you and shaking some sense into that brain of yours. What does that sorry excuse of a lover have that Jamil doesn’t?

He’ll silently take note of your preferences during this conversation. What you like, what makes your cheeks flush a bright red…. This aggravating conversion was good for one thing, at the very least. Jamil has plans, of course. He’ll exploit every single one of your memories, rewriting them. Recreating fond times with Jamil by your side.

Jamil’s reaching for your hands, holding them ever so tenderly. He’ll mutter words about how sorry he is that you two lovebirds are separated by dimensions. Sob into his shoulder, he’ll hold you. Nothing he said was sincere, but your eyes tear up all the same.

Now really, are you really that easy? One tug at your heartstrings, and you come loose, crying into him. Do not fear, Jamil’s here.

He’ll always be here, whether you like it or not.

[moronkombat]

what are ur headcanons for havik, rain, shang tsung and quan chi? sfw and nsfw please :)

SFW

Love, or at least not the conventional definition of it, is not in his heart but chaotic obsession is. You need to keep this mind when becoming involved with him. If Havik becomes attached to you, he will not let you go

Chaos runs through him, it is him and he wants that for you too. How could you not want it when it is so freeing and vindicating? He doesn't want you chained down by doubts and hesitations. He will encourage you to indulge in impulsions and intrusive ideations

Order and Chaos are one in the same but Havik never sees it that way but he stills shows flavors of it. He longs for there to be a society of pure anarchy, yet for that to happen, he needs to take charge and order others. You are no exception. He expects loyalty to him completely and truly and he will ask you many times to prove it to him. They ways in which he does will vary but it matters very little because you will always do it. How can you not?

NSFW

Sex is wild and untamed, with constant switches of dominance between the two of you. Havik craves for telling a story when having sex and he wants the story to be different each time so he will frequently experiment in bedroom with different positions and instruments

Havik is quite fond of dragging his tongue over your body. He will taste all of you and bring blissful damnation to your body. He will lick and bite at everything and anything

Prepare to be overstimulated and edged repeatedly. The way in which you scream and cry for him is a wonderful symphony and he is keen on listening to it for hours on end

SFW

He loves completely and truly. He is a very devoted partner and thinks he has your best interest at heart. Whether that is actually true remains to be seen

Rain will verbalize his devotion to you often. Words of affirmation is his biggest love language. He wants you to know that he truly and deeply cares for you

In his darkest and toughest moments, he seeks out thoughts of you. If he can better himself, if he can become more than he is now, then he provide better for you and provide you a world you truly deserve

NSFW

Those words of affirmation are not limited to your public interactions. He very much so praises his partner during sex. "Can you feel me throbbing inside you? I was made to fuck you. You fit around me so perfectly."

He is vexed to admit it but he is into having sex in semi-public places. There is a certain thrill he feels when his partner and him are in the shadows of an empty palace corridor. He's feels excitement when there are distance footsteps that threaten to expose your escapades. Sometimes he wishes the two of you would be caught. Would he stop driving himself into you? Not even he knows

Body worship is always present in the bedroom. He will spend countless hours worshipping every angle of your body and pampering them with kisses. You are simply divine to him and he will praise your divinity until his voice is hoarse and gone. This can often come across as teasing as he will engage in body worship but never touching you in the way that completely satisfies you. You are often left begging for him to touch you again and again. He does but he takes his time. Is he aware of what he's doing? Most definitely

SFW

One word. Manipulator. He knows what to say and how to say it to in order to get you going. He enjoys getting a rise out of you but it's alright though. He always makes up for it by lavishing his partner in lovely gifts

Speaking of those gifts, he expects you to wear them if they are something you can put on. He is quite fond of seeing you dressed in what he has gifted you. Fine jewels and garments? You best be wearing those so he can look upon you and know you are truly his

Jealousy isn't a word in his vocabulary, right? Wrong. Shang Tsung is a VERY envious man and this extends to you. If he could have it his way, you'd be the only person you'd talk to but he mustn't be so barbaric. No, no, instead if he sees you conversing with someone a little too much that person may just conveniently stop talking to you soon after. Why? No idea! Or at least that's what Shang Tsung says

NSFW

Bondage. Need I say more? No but I will. He loves using ropes and leather bindings in the bedroom. He uses them on you and himself. He is very fond of the feeling of leather on his skin and he is even more entranced by the marks it leaves on yours

Sex can vary from very fast and rough to very slow and taunting. Shang Tsung prefers to take his time with his partner. He wants them thoroughly used and satisfied. If you're going into the bedroom with him, expect to be there for awhile and to say your prayers because Shang Tsung loves to tease

He is anything but vanilla. He is always wanting to experiment with his partner. New positions, new kinks? He's up for them. He enjoys knowledge and knowledge includes bedroom practices. He's more than eager to try out all his finding on his partner. He makes sure they both have a grand time

SFW

He appreciates knowledge in a partner. He wants someone is who is wise and well read in various subjects. He wants to be able to hold deep conversations with his partner so if his partner is particularly gifted in a certain area, he wants to hear about it

Might not seem like it but he actually really enjoys walks under the stars and moonlight. There is something calming about it. When he worked in the mines, those stars and moon were his comfort and now he shares them with his partner

His love language is acts of service. Quan Chi had been so used to doing everything and slaving away in those mines. He appreciates when his partner does something for him. Not to say he wants them to slave over him but he likes when they do something for him. It is a nice change of pace

NSFW

Quan Chi does not often initiate sexual contact. He is almost aloof to it. His partner is almost always the one bringing up the idea of sex. When his partner does bring it up, Quan Chi, rather devilishly, is happy to indulge.

When with his partner, he particularly like laying his hands all over you. There is something about how your skin moves under his pressure that has him craving primal urges. It does not stop with touching he will grab. His favorite place? Your neck. The way you writhe and the way you gasp, there is no greater heaven

Another one of his favorites? Giving oral. He loves it. He loves how it makes you scream and shake. He watches you while his tongue pleasures you. He watches for the subtle and not so subtle changes to your expression. To see them is his greatest reward

[the-binding-of-gekko]

VALORANT HEADCANONS

Sova lives in a shed in someone's backyard.

So does Yoru and Deadlock.

My reason is that Sova looks like he crawled out of the trenches, is depressed, has a mortgage, his wife left him and took the kids, and he probably has a beer belly. Yoru wears raggedy ass clothes and his only possessions are a mirror, his comb and eyeliner. Deadlock's hair is an untamed mess and she also only owns a mirror and eyeliner. No comb, obviously.

People think Brimstone would be bad at tech, but bro's a Gen Z. Granted some of Gen Z are absolutely useless with tech, but at the bare minimum, Brim would know how to use his phone and most forms of social media.

Sage likes to use Facebook. She wishes everyone happy birthday there and gets sad when nobody sees it (cause who uses Facebook bffr).

Brimstone is gay. No further explanation.

Reyna's heart is like Starlight's eyes from The Boys where it glows really bright when she you know whats. (this one is funny to think about because the boys scene was so goofy)

I think Cypher would be like PR for the Protocol's social media accounts. Cause Jett be out there posting her face to the world and poor Cypher's gotta scrub her digital footprint as clean as possible. All agents, if they use social media, gotta be on private accounts. They probably aren't allowed to use Tik Tok, or if they are, they aren't allowed to post.

Breach has a Reddit account with like 200k karma.

He also uses 4Chan but sparingly. He's a Reddittor through and through.

Neon, Gekko and Phoenix vape. Neon and Gekko are FIENDS. Elfbar, IGet, any other brand, they're puffing on it. Jett tries on occasion, but stays clean for the most part.

Phoenix is used as a lighter for the agents that smoke actual cigarettes.

I got more so watch out in future.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 3

Twilight

Definitely self indulgent, just a small thing I managed to throw together after a sleep deprivation filled day.

My Twilight Princess lover side definitely comes out on this one, as well as some vague headcanons in a short drabble, as always can be read as platonic or romantic.

There was something special, you think, about the way autumn came in a howling moonson of glory into the Era of Twilight, heralding the coming of the temperate strokes over the woods in flowering tones of russet, bronze, maple and amethyst in gilding gold over the evergreen of Hyrule’s eternity in warmth even as the weather turned ever colder, the late afternoon sunset fleeting in it’s mercurial transition into the hour of twilight, only matched in honor to the abandoned forests of the Era of Sky, the enduring wealds of the Era of time and the untamed thickets of the Era of Wilds. Oh so contrasting to it’s hero but no less lovely for it was a perfect balance, when you first met Twilight (or well, got properly acquainted, really, but that’s a story for another day), it was clear he was no less captivating than his homeland, as steady as the oaks and pines stretching towards the heavens and with the kindness of it’s people, was it any wonder then, that you found it easy to love the man with the loyalty and eyes of wolf to match the divine beast in his soul?

So it was why through a long, long period of trying to make the true extent of your feelings as unseen as a dream after waking hours and trying to hide just how enamored you had slowly become, that you became well acquainted with the tells that showed something weighted on his mind as you left Ordon’s Spring after washing Epona for the long road ahead tomorrow. The way his head hang just a little, ears lowering to match the way Wolfie’s would when he gently nudged one of the members of the Chain into holding him after a nightmare as his walls attempt to come back up, as solemn as a wolf in mourning.

Ever so responsible, ever steady. Trying to take the world onto his shoulders as any hero would.

He should have know it wouldn’t work on you, not after all you’ve been through.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Your tone gently broke through the stillness of the stream as you fed Epona an apple, Twilight’s ears twitch as he turns towards you, softening as he notes the way the twilit enchanted sunlight lingered upon your visage in a most ephemeral way, shadows holding affectionately and brightening the stars of your eyes and the liminal nature of this moment and how Epona neighs, gently nudging the side of your hand for more rubs or maybe apples he knew you loved sneaking to her when he wasn’t looking, making your airy, fae like laughter free to be taken by the breeze.

“Reminiscing, is all.” He answer you, tone a low rumbling of the fall winds and like handling mirror shards into something new and beautiful as he privately holds onto the memory of your smile, holding it with claws and teeth for he can never quite be sure for how long he’ll have it, “It feels like a lifetime ago since...”

Since the start of his journey, since the beginning of his new one in the throes of attempting to settle in Ordon to lick his wounds after the lingering shaded reality of another realm settled into the crevices of his soul and marrow after grabbing the neck of the beast inside his being and biting down onto the hackles had left the injury open to bleed again.

Since losing Midna shattered his heart and killed him all at once, leaving him to live a life of haunting his own existence until you looked at him, all of him, and guided him back to life. Picking the shards of his heart and slowly putting them back together with the care of someone he’d seen mourn for an unfortunate nightingale on the road even as you cut yourself when he attempted to push you away.

You nod, gently resting your head on his shoulder, your gaze flicking to the Shadow Crystal, you don’t press about Midna and Twilight feels so, so warm, breathing out, you were both working on it, slowly but surely. Midna may not be dead, but he knew her absence left you haunted too, “Does it still hurt?” The twisting of reality upon his form, drawing from a well of ambition from long gone spirits who’d attempted to grab at the Goddesses throat, and the way the darkness so fiercely claimed any part of his he could touch. Making both of your shadows darker as the veil between worlds thinned, refusing to allow anything else to attempt a claim.

He shakes his head, gently putting his chin atop yours, “No, not anymore.”

You hum, gently nudging his chin in a sweet, adoring nuzzle, “I’m glad, then.”

You both remain on the spring until night falls, basking into one another’s presence and soaking into the timeless moment of learning to love one another as you can.

Twilight silently wishes that, just this once, he’s allowed to keep this the same way the Twilight Realm still keeps the old him.

[danosrosegarden]

How does Dano's Rose Garden Pierre stim on his lover? (for Valentine's fluffiness)

anyone else but you - pierre bezukhov x gn!reader headcanons ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{valentine's requests: one ♡}

{contains: descriptions of anxiety paired with some sweet fluff. <3}

♡ Pierre's got a chronic ache sizzling in the round curve of his jaw and a constant wave of curdled dread sloshing back and forth in his gut. When you've taken beating after beating from everybody and everything around you, you begin to fear stepping out into the light and being seen.

♡ You're working hard on trying to pick apart those thick walls he's built up around himself as he's aged. You're diligently waiting for him to show you his true self: a wildly funny and intelligent man with powerful opinions and gobs of plans and dreams hatching in his brain. You've stolen small glimpses of him before, but each time he catches his voice rising up too loudly or hears his laugh echoing too fiercely, he shuts himself down.

♡ The truth is, his heart is blackened with worry. He's plagued with anxiety, haunted by the fear that one day, he will just be too much for you and you'll be gone. He can't afford to lose somebody like you...somebody who keeps up with his unbridled rambles and challenges his views. Somebody who sees the untamed jumble he is and holds it gently, loves it dearly. You. He can't afford to lose you.

♡ You can feel the deep, blanketed worry radiating off of him when you attend parties together. He'll hold your hand under the table and nod along to whoever's speaking, his trembling fingers playing along with yours. They trace around your fingertips, they rub against your skin. You feel his fingers snake from your hand to your thigh, where he drums them against your skin, playing piano on your leg. You watch his legs bounce and his tongue wet his lips over and over again, and you just wish he'd stop...stop worrying about his place in society, stop doubting his value. To you, he is all you see. He is the black, starry tarp spread across the backs of your eyes when they flutter shut before you drift away into rest. He's the soft, cloudy dreamscape that sparkles around you when you finally fall into sleep. There could never be anyone else but him.

♡ Pierre's got work to do, for sure. Maybe he'll never be fully comfortable or fearless in front of crowds that only see him as childish brute, careless oaf. But he's at least got you to calm his raging storm. You help quell his screeching nerves just by sitting next to him and allowing his hand to squeeze your thigh or play with the rings on your fingers. You're there, and that's enough.

[winxanity-ii]

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Your body shakes uncontrollably as the voices escalate, their demands piercing through the fragile peace.

❝Please, let me tell my family that I love them!❞

❝My husband deserves to know what his sister did to me!❞

❝Help us... Help us... HELP US!!❞

❝I can't. I can't. I can't,❞ you trembled as you covered your ears in hopes of drowning them out, but it was no use.

Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming despair, a sudden grip on your shoulders jolts you, and you brace for the familiar mockery of a spirit's deception. Instead, a voice cuts through the chaos, clear and unmistakably real. ❝Hey, Y/N. Calm down. Please, calm down. I'm here.❞

Cautiously, you open your eyes, meeting two pools of green filled with worry.

Your heart wants to believe it's truly him, but your mind rebels, scarred by too many deceptions; too many times than you could count, you found yourself in a similar predicament, yet when you allowed yourself to relax, you found that instead of really being someone you cared for, it was just a spirit playing jokes.

Flinching back, you shook your head, ❝No. No. No. You aren't real. You aren't real. You aren't real,❞ you chant, body curling in on yourself as you expected a spirit's mocking laughter to follow.

Yet, the laughter never comes. Instead, you feel two hands cover the ones you held over your ears.

They were...warm...a sensation both unfamiliar and comforting.

Spirits have never possessed warmth; their touch has always been a cold reminder of their otherness.

Slowly, your breathing steadies under his touch, and you dare to lift your gaze, allowing yourself to truly see him. 

Golden-brown skin that speaks of sun-kissed days.

A wild mane of curls that defied gravity, seemingly untamable, no matter how much it was brushed.

Two gorgeous green eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a forest of evergreen trees.

And freckles—so many freckles to count—scattered across his nose and cheeks  like stars against the dusk of his skin.

Noticing your attention, Camilo offers a gentle smile. ❝There she is,❞ he whispered, his hands moving from your ears to cradle your face.

❝Y-You're real,❞ you manage, the statement half question, half revelation.

Camilo's smile widens, and he hums in affirmation, his gaze softening as he looks at you. ❝Yeah, Y/N,❞ he gently caressed the side of your face. ❝I'm real.❞

You were blessed with the gift of seeing the undead.

Though seen as evil and devilish by many, the Madrigals showed you the beauty that comes with it and that your gift doesn't define you.

Now, turning 17, you find that your gift continues to grow—from being able to just see the dead, to being able to allow them to communicate with the living through you.

You find yourself drowning under the pressure from both the living and the undead, yet before you can completely hit rock bottom, a certain curly-haired trickster vows to be the one to save you.

╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗  ↫─╮ There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:

╭ ⁞ ❏. Death/Mentions of death

Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡

Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)

ㅡ   This book takes place 2 years after the main plot in Encanto, so just think of it as a canon-divergent, since all that happened in the movie stays true.

ㅡ   Also, no smut since Camilo is underage. IDC if he got aged up, it still wouldn't make it any better; 17 is a minor. Now, Uncle Bruno tho 👀 jkjk. Unless??

ㅡ A few headcanons will be immersed into the story, just to make it a bit towards my liking (you'll know when you see them) and I would like to just paste the link of a few of what I liked; I may or may not include them, who know?

http://hourlyencantohcs.tumblr.com

**Most of these won't be from the reader herself, but fromㅡAAHHH! I want to say it, but I don't want to give away any plots 😭. Just know it won't be the overall theme of the book, just a few scenes. So don't worry, and if it'll make anyone feel better, I'll put a warning in a chapter that has these.

[finremi]

Here is my first "finished" rerooting adventure: Jazzie, the "Cool Teen" Cousin of Barbie!

... Eeeeugh, so late 80's/early 90's.

While Francie is my favorite member of the Barbie Extended Universe for a variety of reasons, I do have something of a soft spot for the lesser known of the cousins. Wanna say my sister and I did have a Jazzie doll at one point growing up; the body she came with originally did look very familiar but I'm not 100% sure.

Jazzie has a very sweet face mold, one that I'm honestly surprised they haven't reused since then.

(Side note, I headcanon that Kelley from the 1979 'Starr' line became the Heart Family's Mother character. Aside from having the same face mold, theoretically they *could* be the same character, but I digress)

I found a really cheap Jazzie on eBay a while back and after getting her, I immediately rebodied her onto a Spa Day Barbie from a couple years back. She looked quite nice, but something didn't gel with me. After I got the bug to learn how to reroot, Jazzie became one of my next guinea pigs; going from a very soft yet untameable bleached blonde to a short-haired strawberry blonde (Marzipan from ShimmerLocks, for those curious).

She had some pretty big holes in her head that, at the time, I couldn't readily fix with either glue or steam. Given what I was working against, she didn't lose clumps of hair or have major head splits (unlike Silkstone Midge... ooof) which was kinda surprising. Honestly thought there was going to be at least one big split with how Mattel at the time practically shoved more hair than necessary into the root holes. ._.

This was also my first time boil perming and while it could've turned out better, for a first time it turned out alright. This necessitated the purchase of some fabric scissors for some cleanup.

Thankfully, it didn't go totally off the rails and now Jazzie looks pretty classy if I do say so myself. Again, there was a lot that could be done better, but you gotta take the small, initial victories where you can. Have a good idea of what to do/what not to do for next time, because there will be a next time: I'm already eyeing some Glitter Beach/Sun Sensations I've seen on eBay with some fun hair colors (like blues... you gotta have blue hair!) or perhaps something darker. Maybe even try to salvage Chelsie with her hideous grin, idk.

(NOTE: I'm incredibly bad about getting "Before" pictures, so I used the one from the original eBay listing from vansa11)

[fareehaandspaniards]

Oh so your baby squid hunter got a happy end too?? 🥺 Could you share more details?

Yes! To make a long story short, it's a Modern AU, but with a link to the past. I didn't think the idea through in detail, just a couple of things and the basis of it.

When I completed my playthrough of the game, the ascension of our own hunter gave me a great hope, for this is essentially the beginning of a new life for Yharnam as well, which they will now protect!

My idea was that a hunter (in my case, my Guillermo) has had his heart broken by the story of Old hunters, so as the Great One, he watches the passage of time - as Yharnam empties out completely, becomes a dead city, and then people - foreigners, settlers, and others - return there. Our new Great One simply watches the natural course of events, with only a little influence on people's fates to prevent something like previous Yharnam tragedy from happening. Eventually, most references to the Great Ones disappear from Yharnam again, knowledge of the Blood and Eyes is lost, and normal life begins again. Laurence's theory of healing Blood is preserved in passages of his manuscripts, so in part people use it in medicine, but it becomes something commonplace rather than innovative. The new generation doesn't know about insight.

And eventually, after so 400-500 years, Yharnam becomes more or less a modern city similar to our reality. (Modern world + ancient beliefs + old medicine)

In our hunter's soul there is still sorrow for the past times and for the people who died. The souls of many of them have remained untamed and have found no rest, and the New Great One decides, as it was in your post, to give them a second chance! The souls of hunters, scientists are reborn in the new reality, the only difference is that most of those who were separated by years - now exist in the same time and have a small difference in age, about 10 years or so (for example, Edgar in my interpretation was 26 when he died in a Nightmare of Mensis, Micolash was 43, and Damian was 55. In the new version, Edgar could be 18 y.o., Micolash - 24, and Damian - 29 y.o.)

Guillermo himself also takes on the guise of a human being to observe the new lives of his charges, who take on roles in their new lives that are similar to their past! And many hobbies they have retained even after death lol

But because people are incorrigible, something strange starts to happen again, because they are all in one way or another drawn to the forbidden, the secret, and even delighted when they find references to themselves in the past (only they don't know it's themselves)

The task of our Great One, however, is to prevent a new apocalypse from happening, but to do it as a human being - affecting them spiritually and physically.

This is my seedling! And a couple ideas for this AU:

Micolash is a DnD fan, this I know absolutely, though I've never done such a thing myself xD I even had a sketch of him with glasses and braces, I think he'd be a typical “nerd” that no one would take seriously at first until his creepy weirdness and calm attitude towards dismembered bodies is revealed… yeah… ahahaha…..

In this AU, it seems to me that Edgar could be his best friend and support, and they would both be consumed by the idea of unearthing the remains of an ancient civilization near Yharnam

Ludwig has a big Saint Bernard living with him:

And Logarius has this LOL:

(I really wanted to do a headcanon post on which character would get which pet, but Ludwig and Logarius' dogs are too firmly embedded in my head xDD They fit them xDD)

This AU has titles like Duke, Earl, etc., and Annalise would have been born into a wealthy ducal family, but would have found herself in university with the rest of the characters.

Logarius is a religious fanatic and a member of a blood cult. These are just facts, but I haven't thought about them yet.

Tomb Prospectors, Old Hunters - basically most of them become students at the new university in new Yarnam! But the ones like Damian, Valtr, Ludwig, Willem, for example, are still older than the rest. And Damian is still trying to patronize Micolash and keep him from getting hooked on drugs.

Gremia is a local criminal and hooligan who asks to help Damian with his studies and learn manners from him (I made up a whole romantic story there xd)

Laurence and Rom will definitely get married in this AU

Caryll can walk! Since there was no injection of the Great Ones' blood for him, he has very poor health, but is not limited in movement. And he would most likely be the lever that would have been the one out of everyone reaching for the Great Ones again. He's an empath and would have been led by the voices straight to the Hunter-Great One

Anything else is hard to remember! Honestly, I've left this idea in the “closet”. If it's to be taken seriously, it'll have to be done later and paired with someone else.

AND I forgot to mention that everything will end fine! They all will find peace, happy life (In their special ways) and say sorry to each other.

[ridestomars]

angelbaby!!! need fairy!reader healing eddie after he gets in a fight or smth!! just her soft small hand touching his face, all he can feel is warmth but his pain subsides !!!

💭 liv’s thoughts: wrennie and if i told you that i thought about this while writing my headcanon, like, reader healing eddie from the demobats bites.. i am..... suffering. this is longer than i intended it to be so yeah <3 not proofread obv

i feel like this would be the first time eddie keeps you waiting outside his window, which was heartbreaking for you because he never kept you waiting for anything. even though you felt slightly bad for being so, what do they call it? overdramatic, it was like you couldn't help it. maybe he got fed up with explaining everything to you or tired of your incoherent rambling. after watching nighttime fall over the trailer park, those bad thoughts already had consumed you whole, and you felt like a complete fool, twinkling there for nothing.

but then, you finally hear his heavy steps, shaking the whole trailer as he gets closer to his bedroom. and when your eyes finally meet his untamed head of hair, you sigh, relieved. and your heart can't help but flutter as his gaze falls directly on you as he takes his first step into his room. eddie looks... weird. something was wrong with his left eye, which looked much puffier and red than what would be considered normal, and his nose was strangely crooked, with a red liquid coming out of his nostrils. but you can tell that he doesn't care about how he looks when he opens up his window and hold out his hand, inviting you in. eddie looks at you with a confused look on his face.

"why are you glittery?" his voice sounds much more nasal than normal like there's something clogging his nose. as he looks down at his own hand, he notices that it is covered in golden glitter, and his heart breaks a bit when he notices that you've spread glitter all around his room.

"you okay?" you ignore his question in favor of your own curiosity. you do that a lot to him, but now your words carry a worried tone that he wasn't very used to.

you both sit down at his bed, taking your usual positions, mirroring each other, almost.

"yeah," he frantically nods, "it was just a bar fight. one of our five fans got mad that gareth couldn't play tonight and tried to beat the subsitute up, but i tried to intervene and it... didn't work out, as you can see".

"poor eddie", you quietly muttered, upset by the whole situation, and even more for seeing eddie so hurt. those bruises were ugly, and that's coming from someone who's never seen one before. "can i t-touch?"

you lifted your hand up, slowly motioning to his eye.

"sure." he accepted it without thinking twice, even though he looked confused by your request. "just be careful, 'kay?"

eddie already had his eyes firmly shut, already nervous by the prospect of feeling that unbearable pain again, even hissing slightly as he felt your hand hovering over his eye. and yet, the pain never came; instead, he was welcomed by the warm touch of your hand, and was even able to see the gold light that glowed out of the contact of your fingertips with his skin. heat radiated out of your fingers, spreading to where he needed it the most, washing the pain away instantly. he felt your hand brushing against his eyelashes as it made its way to the bridge of his nose, bringing the same warmth there.

as you lifted your hand from his face, you were greeted by small spots of glitter on the exact size of your fingertips, exactly on the places you've touched. and you were happy to see that there were no more signs of those nasty bruises.

"all done", you gladly announced and he cautiously opened one of his eyes, staring back at you.

"what?"

"i healed you", gradually forming your sentence, you got to watch how his eyes widened in shock. and he immediately got up to look at his bedroom mirror.

and as he stood there, analyzing how his face looked, he was surprised to see his normal skin again, looking as good as new, like nothing ever happened to him. no sign of his dry blood or swelling. he gasped loudly, turning back to face you with wide eyes and the biggest smile on his face; so wide that you could see his dimples.

"this is the coolest thing ever!" he practically screamed as he walked back in your direction, opening his arms and engulfing your upper body in a big hug. eddie squeezed you so hard that you both fell back into his bed, still in each other's arms. that made you laugh hard. "thank you so much, tink!"

he kissed you on the cheek, slowly and sloppily as he got into a fit of laughter of his own.

"welcome", you answered like it was no big deal. yet, the smile you had on your face told him otherwise, especially with the way your head rested on his shoulder; looking up at him, absolutely enamored.

after a few seconds, eddie's curiosity got the best of him – you both had that in common; being so naturally curious that you couldn't keep your mouth shut before coming up with more questions.

"y'know... you still haven't answered me", he announced, gaining a confused look from you, "why are you all glittery?"

that was enough to make you sink your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, trying to avoid the question.

"you gotta answer me, tink. you made such a mess in my room."

with burning cheeks, you lift your head, but tried not to look into his eyes; you didn't need them making you even shyer. you took a deep breath before gradually answering the question, "i thought... y'didn't wanna see me and, um... got sad. glitter happens when i- i'm upset".

"you thought i was avoiding you?" his tone is full of surprise like this was the most absurd thing he's ever heard. and you couldn't help but feel your neck heat up in embarrassment as you shyly nod, "no, no need for that, tink. you know that won't ever happen, sweetheart... in fact, i thought you knew that i won't stop bugging you, like, ever".

that made you laugh, relieved.

"i like that".

"good, because i like it too".

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[creepy-spooghetti]

I loved your autistic little sister headcanons for cody and toby!

Possibly one for Masky + EJ, an autistic little sister (15/16 years). And level 1/2 asd?

A bit self indulgent 😭 but i loved the headcanons

Aaa, I'm so glad you enjoyed them that much 😭

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Masky

Masky was created as a separate identity from Tim solely to serve Slenderman, but he still has to deal with many aspects of Tim's life. You are one of these 'aspects'.

It isn't as if you are a constant pest or anything, and you can certainly fend for yourself under most circumstances, so Masky never really bothered hating you, or even severely disliking you. You were just Tim's sister; nothing more, nothing less. Yet, having to be around you often gradually made him feel something different. Something akin to fondness. Something...protective and foreign.

He grew to care for you, somehow. You innocently, unintentionally wormed your way into his heart over time, strolling right through the gates like you owned the place. And now, he supposed, you did. At least to a degree.

Because he views you as family, you manage to get away with a lot more things than anyone else could ever dream about—most of them are very benign, such as asking questions, or sassing him on occasion, or some type of physical gesture, like leaning against him or messing with his hair or even just flicking him. He would absolutely annihilate anyone else, but he just can't find it within himself to bring you harm.

If a single person ever does anything remotely 'not nice' to you, or even alludes to it, best be certain Masky will have something to say about it. He has this instinctive urge to just...keep you safe, and out of emotional distress, in whatever way he possibly can. He doesn't understand why or how he can love you when he doesn't love anything, but he realized that fighting it does nothing, so he merely succumbs to it.

Eyeless Jack

When Jack was permanently, unwillingly transformed into the creature he is now, he didn't remember much of anything. His life was a blur, his friends were distant recollections, and the only thing he could seem to focus on was the untameable fury coursing through his veins.

But then you showed up in his mind again and he felt all the love and protectiveness he ever possessed for you times ten. Suddenly, you were the sole focus in his thoughts. The only thing that mattered, was you.

Jack is not naturally an aggressive person, but throw in someone who's treated you poorly into the mix? Rest assured they are no longer safe. This man will work so, so hard to protect you, and has on so many occasions. Your presence is the only thing that gives him real, true happiness. He feels like he has a purpose with you around instead of convincing himself he's utter garbage.

You have had to talk him out of many-a breakdowns, however, when he starts worrying for your wellbeing. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you one day. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place: keep you with him, or toss you to the wolves. He would never do the latter, but sometimes he can't help but wonder if you are truly safe around him. He knows he's capable of horrendous things, things he can't control, and the very idea terrifies him for your sake.

Yet there's no doubt in anyone's mind that he would sacrifice everything, anyone, to make sure you're okay. You are his lifeline, and he is yours, and you'd never have it any other way.