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Just to give an idea of how big wolf Max would be in comparison to a person. He's a big boy

#headcanons #chasind bastard: max

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Lycan Max Headcanons incoming. Since it's become something of his default companion verse, and I'm too lazy to dig back through my blog for previous posts, this will be something of a comprehensive headcanon post for his werewolf verse for both new and old followers!

That said, let's go!

-He's been a werewolf for two years prior to Inquisition, and spent most of that two years in Ferelden out of a misguided desire to avoid adding another scandal to his families name

-He spent most of that time as something of a lone hunter, trading furs and meat from his kills with the people of Redcliffe and the crossroads in return for small necessities

-He was, to his surprise, adopted by the local wolf pack after he'd been in their territory for a short while. He hadn't intended to intrude, and since he seemed to be making no claim of his own, they got curious. For whatever reason, they seemed to decide he was a pup in need of guidance. He really doesn't mind

-Can be recruited after the the "Trouble with Wolves" side quest. He and those wolves not enslaved by the demon will be found outside the cave upon completion of the quest, and he will offer to join the Inquisition as his way of repaying the Herald for doing what he could not.

-Being a werewolf means he has heightened senses, and he tends to rely on scent and sound almost as often, if not more so, then sight.

-His usual aversion to one off sexual encounters is somewhat lessened due to this little quirk. Harder to deny the urge when you can literally smells the arousal on the other person.

-He's also much better at reading body language, and takes into account things like heart rate and scent. (He cannot always hear a person's heartbeat, not unless he's focused on them and the area they're in happens to be rather quiet, but he still can and will use it as an indicator of intent/mood)

-Since his lycanthropy was passed down through his blood rather than through other means, he can shift into his other form whenever he chooses save for on the full moon (when he has no choice) and the new moon (when he cannot shift at all)

-His wolves do come with him to both Haven and Skyhold, but rarely interact with anyone else unless they're in his company. At Haven, he actually dens with them in a Cave just outside the town.

-Can and does make sounds that aren't at all human (growls, snarls, and yes, he can also howl) he and his wolves are among those the Herald hears in the distance when making their way to the survivors after Corypheus attacks Haven.

-His lycanthropy could probably be healed through magical means, but he has no desire to do so

#headcanons #chasind bastard: max #[v] moon child #long post

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#ooc #tyyyyy

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#ooc #the first one i ever recall watching #is Vampire Hunter D

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He knows nothing until he wakes.

His body feels heavy, limbs refusing to move and mouth dryer than the sands of the western approach. He ached too, a dull pain radiating from his side that throbbed with every beat of his heart. He remembered then what had transpired at Suledin keep, and he tried to push himself up in the hopes of figuring out where he was. His attempt didn’t get him very far, the effort of sitting up almost beyond him. He must have made some kind of noise, because Vivienne appeared at his side in the next instant, a gentle hand resting on his chest to halt his attempt.

“You must lay still my dear,” she scolded, but her voice was gentle. “You suffered quite the injury, and while mostly healed, your body is still fragile.”

That being said, she did help him to sit up, sliding a pillow behind his back to help prop him up and then fetched a glass of water. She held it for him, letting him sip from it slowly until the parched sensation faded.

“How long?” he asked, his voice a raspy whisper. 

“Just over a week. Our dear Inquisitor made sure you were returned to Skyhold with all haste, and you’ve been in the infirmary ever since.”

At mention of the Inquisitor, Max automatically glanced about, rather certain that the man in question would be somewhere nearby. Surprisingly, he was not, btu Vivienne had an explanation for that as well.

“He’s currently in the kitchens, eating something other than apples under the watchful eye of our dear Iron Bull. Had you awakened fifteen minutes earlier, you might have caught him.”

She seemed exasperated, and in all honesty Max could understand why. Talon wasn’t prone to behaving in ways she deemed appropriate for one of his station, and if it weren’t for the fact that he apparently hadn’t been eating properly, Max might have understood. As it was, he was simply grateful that Bull had managed to wrangle him out of the infirmary for however long he managed to keep him away. 

“I don’t imagine he’ll be terribly pleased to have missed your first moments of lucidity, but at the least you’ll likely rouse again in the next few hours.” He would have asked what she meant by again, but her words seemed to bring his exhaustion back to the forefront, and he could feel himself drifting again. He must have made some kind of unhappy sound, because Vivienne sighed and moved out of sight for a moment before returning and draping something over him. 

“Here, perhaps that will satisfy you until the man himself returns.”

His fingers curled into the familiar fabric of Talon’s coat, and he dragged it up so he could bury his face in it. The enchanter had been wise to bring it to him, because as she had likely suspected, the scent of the other man went a long way of soothing him back into a more restful sleep.

With a sigh, Vivienne regarded her unusual patient for a moment longer before leaving to find the Inquisitor. It wouldn’t do to leave him in the dark about his companions awakening. 

#drabbles #the image of him covered with Talon's coat would not leave my brain #so yeah #XD

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Yeah yeah you wanna fuck that old man, but are you prepared for him to send you memes you've already seen? What about dad jokes? You ready to give backrubs every night because his old man back is hurting after fucking you senseless?

#okay but #literally all of my boys would be okay with this lmao

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Reminder to myself to post hc things later....after the other thing I need to do.

#ooc #brain be doing things while i work #its my friday #so it has decided to check out lmao

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#ooc #my name doesn't tend to get misspelled #instead 90% people think i said an entirely different name #a regular at work literally called me Jess for...3/4 years #he was sweet and i didnt say anything since i thought it was his voice aid making it sound a little off #so #whoops on both of us lmao

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“Have you ever been outside of Fereldan?” Eli asked, curious. Orlais was obviously a possibility all things considered, but he didn’t suppose that really counted for much. Nor, for that matter, did it seem like a place the other man would enjoy too much either.

“I’d never left Kirkwall before me and the others fled here,” he offered in turn. “Which, admittedly, probably isn’t that surprising. I used to want to travel though. Earn enough good will and get myself assigned as a hedge mage somewhere away from the city.”

"Rivain, for sure." Talon nodded in approval and agreement. "Heard stories, would like to see it myself one day."

The man who had done his face and back tattoos had been from the country, and had passed the time (at Talon's request) by telling stories of the far off country. Some he was convinced simply could't be true, but he wanted to find out for certain himself.

"The Anderfels would be interesting too," he admitted. "Lotta unexplored land there. Or the Uncharted Territories to the south. Would love to find out what's out there."

#quiisquiliae #[c] Talon #into the queue

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He hummed softly, trailing fingers up and down Talon’s spine as an act of idle affection and comfort. The weight of the other man, though not as heavy as he’d have liked, was still a welcome sensation. It was a reminder, stark and clear, that Talon was still alive despite everything that had happened. His body language also spoke of relaxation, rather than the tension of before, and he relaxed in turn, relieved. 

“I’d take you to meet my unit on the coast first, let you listen to the thunder of the waves against the cliffs and get your first look at the outer wall. It’s a hell of a view, even for someone who grew up in the area, so that’s definitely a must. I’d want to take you to my mother’s garden, show you my favorite flowers, the ones you remind me of” he answered, more than willing to indulge the other’s curiosity. 

“Your eyes are the same shade of purple, and what drew me to you initially.”

Silly as it was, that color had reminded him of home even then, and it had gone a long way in endearing him to the younger man. Talon may not have liked them as much, given how they reminded him of his father, but he hoped the positive association would soften that a little bit. 

“I’d take you to the markets. You’ll find more kinds of produce on one street there then you might see anywhere else, but there are also visitors selling their wares. Trinkets, clothes, jewelry, you name it. You’ll hear all kinds of different languages too, mostly Marcher dialects, but Antiven and Orlesian as well. Some Rivaini depending on the time of year. Maybe…maybe Birdie will be there again, and you can meet my other half brother.”

He doubted it. He’d not seen the little boy since the brief summer they’d first met, and received letters from him very rarely, but he could hope.

He sat there quietly, letting himself rest and melt back against Max, pressing his face into his mate's neck and running his fingers through the other's hair. Max's breathing and heartbeat helped to steady his own again, and Talon closed his eyes, content with their quiet existence. While he wasn't thoroughly convinced that Max wasn't just trying to placate him, he was sufficiently reassured that he was down for the idea.

Ostwick. It was somewhere he'd never been before. Then again, before he had found himself a part of the Inquisition, he'd never crossed the Waking Sea.

"Would like that I think," he said softly. "All of it." The whole concept of meeting a partner's family was a bit foreign, but Max had told him plenty over the course of their time together it wasn't as daunting as he may have otherwise found it. And he already had become quite familiar with Aden.

"Tell me about the places we'll have to go there. In Ostwick."

#quiisquiliae #into the queue

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Leliana’s look of mild confusion was what finally sent Max into a fit of laughter. He’d been able to keep himself under control for the most part, but the normally controlled woman was clearly at a loss. That, coupled with the look from Talon, and Max was done. He let his head drop against Talon’s shoulder, helpless against it. Thankfully the spy master seemed more amused at the both of them than actually annoyed, and she gave him a moment to compose himself.

“I suppose potatoes are better than more assassins,” she agreed, and then beckoned them to follow her. “Let us retire for the evening then, lest you actually earn Josie’s ire.”

She didn’t wait, striding off down the path with the full expectation that they would follow her, because she knew they would.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna risk her mood turning sour on us, and even if the kitchen is closed, I can probably manage to make us a simple meal anyway.”

Whether it was because everyone truly was at the Winter Palace, nothing else interesting was going on, or they were simply looking in all the wrong places, nothing of further interest was to be found. Perhaps the shenanigans had taken too long.

It was only after a comment by Max that it was getting late Talon conceded that it was time to head back. No doubt the others were ready to leave, and were starting to look for them.

"Maybe the inn's kitchen hasn't closed by the time we get back?" Talon asked hopefully as they changed back into the stuffy formal wear for the last time, hopefully ever upon returning to the palace.

"There you are." Leliana's voice caused Talon to jump slightly. Truthfully, she was the one person he was genuinely scared to get on her bad side, but he needn't worry right then. Her tone was light, an amused smile on her face. He remembered talking to her and Josephine about their past antics at similar functions, and her next words didn't surprise him at all.

"Did you find any after parties?"

"No," Talon replied, glancing at Max, eyes twinkling with amusement at his earlier antics. "Just a lot of potatoes."

#quiisquiliae #leliana just rolling with their antics because it's easier that way #into the queue

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Devil’s Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon. (all)

Max: His would be considered an emotional or moral vice, and would be his temper. While he doesn't have the same explosive temper as his brother, he does still have one. Unfortunately for most people, his temper tends to show itself in vicious retaliation, be it verbally (he's very good at prodding sore spots) or physically (as a kid, he used to get back at people by pulling pranks that were intentionally meant to cause harm, rather than just harmless fun)

Nate: He smokes heavily. Most of the time he sticks to cigarettes, though sometimes he'll indulge in a cigarillo (usually a flavored version). Verse dependent, he'll also smoke pot or the equivalent of it (such as elfroot in DA)

Eli: He's a needy little thing, in regards to things like reassurance and just general validation (and also sexually, but that...rarely crops up these days)

#ask response #headcanons #brain was not cooperating for Fox apparently #so none for him

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😘 - what do they do for foreplay? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have?

Max!

What he does for foreplay can and does change depending on the situation. Is he intentionally seducing his partner/spoiling them with the intention of it leading to sex later? Then he's generally inclined to more subtle things like compliments, teasing touches, etc and will gradually get more and more forward about it. If it's something of a spur of the moment...he's *all* about touch. He's going to get his hands on his partner, under their clothes and just generally rile them up to hell and back. (Also, in a more modern setting, if at a club or something similar, there will definitely be some less then innocent dancing going on)

Unexpected turn on: any sort of pressure against his neck. Not to the level of cutting off his air or anything like that, but if his partner just casually rests their hand against the back of his neck? That'll do interesting things to him. Do it during sex and depending on the moment he'll either go utterly pliant or he'll get defiant and bratty (if he's the one on top and his partner happens to grab his neck he'll get a little more demanding and kiss them completely breathless)

#ask response #headcanons #chasind bastard: Max #nsfw #ish

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headcanon meme: ice cream flavors edition.

#meme #specify muse

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

#meme #specify muse

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Spicy Headcanon Prompt List

Since I couldn't find a prompt list for nsfw prompts (because apparently nsfw now gets filtered out as a tag by Tumblr) I decided to make my own!

Send me an emoji and a character and I'll post a corresponding headcanon of mine.

😈 - are they dominant, submissive or a switch?

😍 - what is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)?

👎 - what's a no go for them (in the bedroom)?

🧠 - what would they pick as their safeword?

👥 - what's their favorite position?

❤️ - what's their favorite way to be intimate (can be non-sexual)?

💭 - which petname/honorific/title do they prefer for themselves?

💬 - which petname/honorific/title do they use for their partner?

🎮 - what's their favorite toy?

🤓 - how experienced are they?

🔉 - what noises do they make?

😳 - what 'common' kink do they have?

👾 - what universe-specific kink (like Monster Fucker, tentacles, etc.) do they have if any?

😘 - what do they do for foreplay?

🥰 - what do they do for aftercare?

🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have?

🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have?

🏕️ - where do they prefer to have sex?

🌟 - free form (send a random headcanon and I'll add my opinion)

#prompts #meme #sinday #nsfw #gonna reblog a few prompts I think #so have a spicy one to start lol #specify muse

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reblog if your muse has ever suffered a life-threatening injury. 

#headcanons #chasind bastard: max #bruises and broken bones: nate