#;;headcanon | {finnegan} | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

a-twistedheartslonging · 15 days

Note

Could we please have your headcanons of non-human Ace?? Is he a cuddly fox?? Or a coyote?

I would say a fox would suit him pretty well, cute little troublemaker.

Soft fluffy fur that matches his hair and covers his arms and legs but is black from wrists to hands and ankles to feet. There's fur above where his tail is attached and there's a small patch of white fluff on his chest, and his underarms along with a thin but soft happy trail of white fur starting below his belly button.

His dark claws that are semi-retractable. Sort of human hands, the skin is dark to match the dark fur on top of his hand and the patting on his fingertips along with the pad on his palm also matches the color. The padding is kind of soft. Touches your hands and teases you for them being small and clawless, totally not because he wants to hold them.

Foxes hunt by stalking and pouncing on their prey, regular human Ace already likes startling you, especially with the cute noises you make. It’s gonna be way worse with him being an actual predator made for hunting and sneaking. You will hear nothing before he pounces and man will he laugh once he has you. Said laugh is a bit fox-like but not quite.

youtube

Foxes actually have small spines on their tongues, you discover that when he decides to give your cheek a lick. No, he’s not being affectionate he just knows you humans think that stuff is gross, and he wanted to mess with you…totally the reason.

Even domesticated foxes have a very strong digging instinct, they will absolutely attempt to dig through floors, carpets, and your yard. He mostly grew out of it but you might catch him digging a hole or two in the Heartslabyul garden or even behind Ramshackle. Sometimes for no reason or other times to hide something from Riddle.

He is such a freaking snack thief.

Despite being a canine species, foxes actually resemble cats more than dogs in many ways. Like his animal counterpart, Ace’s pupils are catlike, vertical slits, which gives him excellent night vision. Many foxes are also excellent climbers, routinely scaling trees and roofs to stalk birds and squirrels. So, you might catch him on your roof or hanging out in a tree and he will likely encourage you to join him up there. Oh, the little human has trouble climbing? Well, he…he guesses he could help you if you give him some snacks later- no wait come back! It’s too bad most of the others here are beastmen or else it would be way easier to cheese it after causing trouble.

Foxes are naturally curious animals. As such, they occasionally check out other animals—even the ones that would, in other circumstances, be their bitter enemies—and make friends with them. For instance, dogs (and, to a lesser extent, cats) tend to have an antagonistic relationship with foxes. This does nothing to stop individual foxes from sometimes approaching and playing with both cats, to the point where the fox and the other animal actually befriend each other. Ace is similar in a lot of ways, though unfortunately as we all know, Ace’s version of making friends involves a lot of teasing. He’s lucky humans aren't a bitey bunch and can be easily won over by floof. He knows this is a weakness of yours and uses that to his advantage, acting like he's allowing you to pet him out of the goodness of his heart and not because it feels freaking amazing. Too bad for him Foxes are a vocal bunch, especially when happy and he sucks at hiding the feel-good fox noises when you find a good spot.

Interestingly enough recent research has found that one of the earliest animal species foxes have befriended may actually be . . . us humans. A 16,500-year-old cemetery in northern Jordan was found to contain a grave with the remains of a human male and his companion fox. Seeing as the grave is roughly 4,000 years older than the earliest known human-dog burial, it would appear that foxes were playing around with humans long before we got around to domesticating dogs. So…it was all most meant to be that you guys become friends…and he's obviously your favorite, right?

Be it with family, a friend, or something more foxes can be especially affectionate. Grooming, playing, and cuddling are the big three ways they show it. Though with grooming he often seems to be the one insisting you do it for him, he's pretty proud of his tail and is smug about it with others that you love his so much.

It…nice how you gently hold his hand while filing claws that got a bit too long. He’s ready to fall asleep, half lying on you as you brush out his fur, humming soothingly as you do it. It's in that relaxed half-awake state when he unconsciously tries to groom you back using his tongue. Will deny everything if you bring it up later. However, once you're officially together things change, and you'll end up with a lot more licks and Ace going after your neck and face along with a lot of nibbles.

Oh, the cuddling. Foxes cuddle not only to keep warm but also as a form of security blanket for each other. Their close physical contact provides comfort and reassurance within their social circles. Best believe anytime either of you has some stressful stuff going on a cuddling sesh is going to happen. He doesn’t even need to ask about sharing a bed since it's just normal for you guys now. Will still say he does it for your benefit, but we all know the truth. The nights he spends with you are the ones where he sleeps best, and he’ll get kind of grumpy if you don’t get to do it often. He’s clingy in his sleep and a living heater. Expect to either be used like a personal body pillow or straight up get laid on. Too bad for you if you get too hot or have to pee. The tail always manages to get wrapped around you. A cuddle pile with him, you, and Deuce is not uncommon.

Playing, there are the usual things he does for fun, along with his pranks but…for some reason chasing and catching you seems to be one of his favorites. Will give you a bite once he has you but is surprisingly gentle with it. That fluffy tail will swing around like nuts and the happiest noises make their way out of him as he rolls around on the ground with you in his arms. Tease him about it and he might give you a harder bite.

The others are sure he's making it his life's goal to have you always smell like him. You've lost track of how many times he's tossed a spare shirt or hoodie your way saying something about how a furless weirdo like you needs to stay warm. Arm over your shoulders, head resting on top of yours, if he's not touching you, he's at least sitting close. Gets grumpy if he smells anyone else on you and will straight up say you stink.

As far as courting goes, a lot of the guys assumed he was already doing it with how he already acts with you. Aside from him bringing you more food and getting into more fights it's mostly the same. Male foxes court the vixens and often fight with other males during breeding season. The female chooses which one receives her favors. The males follow the female until she makes her decision. The guys probably thought you were just taking a really long time to make up your mind or felt too guilty to reject him yet.

Fox Breeding and sex are mentioned below. ⬇️

Interestingly enough male foxes only produce sperm during their mating season. With many animals, the male is triggered into season by the female going into heat, but even after researching it for a whole day, I'm not sure if that also applies to foxes since this seems unique to them. What does this mean for Ace? Will he only be in the mood when his season comes around? Will he still be affected by his partner ovulating?

Or is this possibly something that wouldn't necessarily affect his libido but just means he'll be having dry orgasm until he's in season? I mean, the latter means no mess or need for contraceptives so that doesn't sound too bad, especially with giving oral so maybe we will just go with that.

Like a regular fox, he indeed has a knot. For some reason unlike wolves or dogs where it takes around half an hour for them to get unstuck from knotting, foxes stay together longer, typically for an hour but can go for even longer.

Foxes scream when they mate...a lot...and really loud. I'm not saying that he will actually scream but he can get pretty loud with the moans during sex and will make at least some fox noises.

After mating is usually when foxes get to work on their den. Since Ramshackle is away from everyone else he's likely going to consider your room your guy's den. Expect him to leave a lot of his stuff in there and if your bed isn't that big, he is going to make a pillow and blanket nest for you two on the floor, maybe it will even be like a fort. Perfect for cuddling in, mating, and having babies.

Does not actually want kids but that won't keep him from talking about breeding you during the act....now that I think about it, I think a lot of the twst dudes that don't want kids would do the same thing. "No baby, only breed."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #nonhuman au #suggestive #ask #asks #twst ace #ace trappola/reader #twisted wonderland ace #ace trappola

152 notes · View notes

honkytonk-hangman · 4 months

Text

Just Another Thing – [1]

Walt 'Finn' Finnegan x Reader/OC

Summary: God help anyone who might've thought a nice, stable relationship might bring some kind of change to Walt Finnegan's usual mischief and mild-hedonism. God especially help them if they also thought a girlfriend would provide any sort of calming influence over him.

She definitely influenced him, anyone could tell you that, unfortunately just never in any way that could even remotely be described as 'calm'.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of and talk of sex, sexy body parts, ect. reader/OC is named Kimberly/Kimber, but it is still written in second person and her name shouldn't come up very often.

Notes: oh boy oh boy oh boy you have no clue how excited i am for this fic. it's literally been in the works for over a year. i'd even go as far as to say it's my fave fic in recent memory!!! Im not sure yet how many parts, but the story does have a beginning and end.

It's not necessary to have watched the film before reading this fic, as this is set in the year after, around 1982, however certain character dynamics could be confusing. Also i definitely headcanon Finn and Beverly becoming good friends, hidden beneath a layer of exasperation of course but he is definitely the type to go to all the theatre stuff like come on look at him!!!!!

okay enough from me now heres the fic I really hope you enjoy!!!

You register the alarm on your friends’ face’s far too late to do anything, and the next thing you know you’re clutching the crown of your head, a dull throbbing ache now pulsing under your fingertips.

It wasn’t an entirely unfamiliar sensation, you’ve been hit in the head by a ball plenty of times, but the sheer weight behind this particular impact stood out to you. That, and you knew it couldn’t have been the volleyball you and your friend’s were playing with, because you currently held it.

“What the fu–” you begin angrily, already whipping around in the direction you’d been hit, cutting yourself off at the sight of an approaching man, a look of genuine remorse painted on his features as he jogs toward you. Behind him, a group of guys with baseball gloves watch on with various cringing expressions. Just as the man nears you, his eyes subtly travel up and down your figure, his lip quirking with approval, but he keeps his face apologetic. He comes to a stop several feet away, where the baseball had landed, but doesn’t take his eyes off of you, placing his hands on his hips and lifting his chin at you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he says, and it at least sounds sincere. “Roper’s never had much of an eye.”

You purse your lips, but try not to look too angry. He was cute, you realise dumbly, still rubbing your head. Dirty blond hair settled in light waves at the top of his collar, a matching blond moustache groomed neatly above his upper lip. He was tall, broad across the shoulders and chest in a way you’d only ever really seen on guys who worked out, athletes and the like. He also looked a little older than a lot of the students you’d see walking around campus, and he certainly didn’t approach you with the confidence of a freshman, so you figure he must be at least an upperclassmen.

“Well, maybe y'all should work on that with him,” you grumble lightly, and drop your hand.

“You okay?” he nods at your head, and you shift to lean on one foot, not missing the flicker of his eyes to watch as you do, or the way he lingers on your rapidly rising and falling chest before he meets your eye again.

“Isn’t the first time, certainly won’t be the last. Hair probably won’t sit right tonight, though,” you complain.

“Big date?” he asks, the teasing tone unmistakable. You lift your chin a little indignantly.

“I’m sure your day is just riding on my answer, but I don’t feel particularly inclined on telling you that,” you huff, heart rate doubling when he laughs, looking away from you for the first time as he grins widely.

“Well, how about this,” he starts once he’s sobered, bending down to swipe the baseball from the grass, taking a step toward you as he does. “The next time I see you, I promise you won’t get hit in the head,” he waves the ball as if you need reminding, but takes another step closer. “And you tell me what night works best to take you out?”

You fail to hide the amused smile that pulls at your lips, but then again, you weren’t really one for playing hard to get. You can see now that he’s only a few feet away, that his eyes are a startling green, and you think you wouldn’t mind running into him again, sans head injury.

“Alright,” you tell him, stepping back with a nod. “Next time.”

It takes all of your will power to turn away from him and move back towards your friends, though you feel his eyes on you for some distance, and make sure you swing your hips just a little more than you usually might.

Part of you regrets not making plans then and there, but the other part of you shivers at the already building tension of your potential next meeting.

Squinting at your reflection in the mirror, you flip your feathery waves once more over your shoulder, before almost immediately letting it fall back where it was. Just as you’d predicted, thanks to the decent-sized lump on the crown of your head, your Jerry Hall blowout was looking less supermodel and more super-odd.

Scrunching your nose as you mess with your tresses one last time, let out a huff, and force yourself to turn away, just in time for Nancy to appear at your open door, her curled fingers tapping gently on the wood.

“Hey Kimber,” she begins, pausing to give you a whistle as you exit your bathroom and do a twirl for her. Your collared halter-neck jumpsuit was supposed to be worn with a ruffle-neck blouse, but you’d never intended to style it that way, not to mention it was tight enough that you’re not totally sure you’d even be able to fit said blouse beneath it anyway.

“Something’s telling me Miss Texas ‘56 didn’t have this particular ensemble in mind when she ordered this for you outta her fancy lil’ Saks catalogue…” Nancy teases. You roll your eyes.

“Saks don’t do catalogues.” you correct her with a faux air of haughtiness, but don’t bother to contend her point. All of your housemates were more than familiar with your former Beauty Queen mother, despite never having met her. The monthly ‘care packages’ she sent you, filled with various ‘in season’ (see: frivolous) items of clothing and ‘essentials’ spoke volumes about who exactly Mrs Charlene Wynne was. That mostly just amounting to ‘eternally neurotic but well-meaning’.

Nancy pokes her tongue out at you and scoffs out a laugh.

“Whatever, the point is; Mama doesn't always know best. You look foxy!”

You let out a laugh and smooth your hands over your thighs, thanking her softly.

You weren’t at all oblivious to the way you looked. Certainly you were no Raquel Welch, but most days you could manage something in the realm of Christie Brinkley or Cheryl Ladd, which was pretty damn good. You had your mother to thank for that, though your dad was no slouch either, but considering your mother couldn’t walk ten steps without someone recognising her from her Miss Texas win almost thirty years ago, you’ll give her most of the credit. As a result of your parent’s contributions, you’d become aware fairly quickly of the effect you tended to have on men, especially College men.

“Did you need me for something?” you prompt after a few more moments of Nancy preening over your outfit, remembering that she had come up here with a purpose some minutes ago now. Nancy blinks, before she makes a soft gasping sound, and straightens up.

“That’s right! Beverley arrived a little while ago, she was asking for you!” she informs you, waving her hand in the vague direction of the stairs and the party quickly coming to life on the first floor.

“I’m coming now!” you tell her, giving your hair one last flip before you move for your door, closing it behind you and quickly following Nancy as she all but skips.

The ‘little’ get together had officially started a little while ago, but you’d had a study group that had run long, meaning you were now fashionably late to your own houseparty, if there were even such a thing.

Almost immediately once you crest the lower steps, you feel yourself shift into focus, totally in your element now, a cool, easy smile finding a place on your features. It isn’t difficult for you to move through the light throngs of people, despite your arrival not going unnoticed by those around you, but instead of excusing yourself meekly past distracted conversationalists, you’re liked enough that partygoers both consciously and subconsciously make way for you, plenty of familiar faces greeting you warmly in passing as you go.

You aren't surprised to find the kitchen milling with guests too, though the music is a little quieter here, so you figure it will remain more sparsely populated until later in the night, when everyone is comfortably tipsy.

“Kimberley!” A female voice calls out, perhaps a little too loudly, but you’d come to expect as much from anyone deeply involved in theatre.

“Beverly!” you match her energy, volume and all, knowing that she was likely already feeling a little out of place among the other guests, who were all mostly part of the College’s various sports teams and who you suspect weren’t even aware there even was a theatre program.

You can’t stop yourself from grinning ecstatically, overjoyed to see your friend for the first time since classes had commenced for the year. However, you feel more than you see the redhead that collides with you, her much shorter frame crashing into yours with a comforting force, and thanks to your non incosiderable height, as well as your many years playing volleyball, you hardly even budge from the impact, even in your chunky platform heels. You quickly hug Beverley in return, but far sooner than you’d like, she’s pulling back and launching into what sounds like a planned monologue.

“Okay! So, you know how ages ago I said I was going to set you up with one of Jake’s housemates from the baseball house?” Beverly starts, already waving her hands expressively, her expression bright and excited. You search your mind, but honestly, you aren’t sure if the conversation sounds familiar or not. You’d had a lot of people say similar things to you throughout your college career so far. Most of the time they were totally off-base matches, but you were always happy to experience new things, new people.

Beverley doesn’t wait for your reply though, clapping her hands and rubbing them together.

“Well, of course the team was invited tonight, meaning I can finally introduce you!” she exclaims, looking wildly over her shoulder, as though the person in question was supposed to be just behind her. When she sees an empty kitchen, she frowns and purses her lips. The glimmer of annoyance is wiped from her face by the time she’s looking back at you, and she huffs good-naturedly.

“I told him to wait for me…” she links your arms as she speaks, and you happily let her lead you to the kitchen door, where a light bubble of conversation floats through from outside. You have to let out a laugh at her sheer excitement, which appears genuine, though not in her usual manner.

The usual manner meaning that every so often when the two of you found yourselves at the same club or bar, whenever she or her friend’s were being bothered, the pretty redhead would giddily inform you that she had someone she wanted you to meet, then standing back and watching gleefully as you casually sapped up the creep’s attention, only to bluntly shoot him down and send him off.

You don’t get the feeling this is one of those times, but from what you knew of the baseball team, you very well may have to do some shooing on your own behalf tonight.

Outside on the tiny back-deck, a small group of people had gathered and right away your brain sparks with familiarity, though you have very little time to consider this before Beverley is releasing your arm and stepping forward. She smiles brightly as she sweeps between you and a man who turns around as if on cue.

“Finn, this is Kimberley Wynn! Kimberley, this is Finn! I am almost certain that the two of you will get along famously,” Beverely announces with a flourish and a wink. You and Finn both blink startled at one another for several moments, before mutual recognition quickly sets in. Your lips slowly pull into a wide grin, and you don’t bother hiding the fact that you’re now looking him over with no subtly, just as he’d done to you earlier in the park.

“I’m not about to get clobbered again, am I?” you begin flirtily, glad that the man, Finn, recognises you as well, though unlike you, he seems to avoid taking the opportunity to check you out again, to his loss. Instead, he smiles big, almost showmanly, and takes up a slight lean on the railing behind him.

“If it’s any consolation, your hair looks great,” Finn replies cooly, and it’s almost as though you’d never parted ways at all. You flick your hair over your shoulder, seeing how his eyes follow the movement before they’re locked back on yours and you already know you’ve got this man hook, line and sinker.

“Luckily for you,” you sniff, though your smile undercuts any real resentment. Finn seems to grin a little wider then, more genuinely than the showman smile. You think the way his eyes crinkle in the corners is sweet, and that he should smile that way all the time.

“Wait, you two already know each other?!” Beverley cuts in, suddenly reminding you that she was in fact still standing there, watching and listening. “How?!” the redhead demands, not going so far as to stomp a foot, but she does cross her arms in a huff as she looks between the two of you in betrayed disbelief, though you note most of her ire seems directed at Finn.

The blonde swings his gaze back to the shorter woman, seemingly tickled by her apparent annoyance, yet his teasing expression is full to the brim with endeared fondness. You get the impression that this was the natural state of their friendship, and that Finn is about to say something inflammatory just to get a bigger rise, which might be a little funny, but you cut in before he can speak, relieving Beverly of her confusion.

“All Star over here threw a baseball at my head this afternoon,” you say pointedly, making sure he doesn’t mistake your happiness to see him for forgiveness. Finn holds his hands up then, and jerks a thumb in the direction of a man in the larger group of party goers on the porch.

“Roper threw a baseball at your head this afternoon,” he corrects you, as though that should absolve you of your attitude.

“Oh, that’s right! You just failed to catch it!” you tease, watching as he winces dramatically and grasps at his chest.

“You wound me sweetheart!” he exclaims ruefully, and despite the vaguely amicable antagonism, you can see now why he and Beverly are friends.

“Then we’re even.” You say. You already agree with the redhead’s earlier assessment; the two of you were going to get along famously.

Finn shrugs in a manner that reads more as relenting than indifference, and at least some of his overly performative act comes away. Beverley scoffs a laugh, rolling her eyes heavily as she reaches out to shove Finn in the arm. He sways, you think for her benefit, which makes you smile.

“Only you could throw a baseball that hits the one girl on campus who’d actually put up with you…” she snorts, seemingly assuming his chances with you were now dashed. Finn raises a finger in protest.

“As we just discussed, I only failed to catch the ball that hit the one girl on campus who may or may not be willing to put up with me. I’d like that to go on record.” He smiles at her simperingly. Beverley regards him with a withering look for several seconds, before choosing to ignore him entirely, turning to you.

“Have fun.” she says, sounding much more like her usual manner, though before you can tell her it’s alright, she’s already spun away, and when you find her again, she’s tucking herself under the arm of her boyfriend, Jake.

You shake your head, and look back at Finn, finding his gaze already locked on you. He pushes away from the railing then, and steps toward you.

“You know what this is?” he asks you, once more sounding like an actor reading lines, and gesturing between you. “Fate.” he says, lowering his voice somewhat like it was a secret just for the two of you.

You cock your head at his odd little act, though you aren’t entirely un-charmed by it. It was rather different to when you’d met this afternoon, despite his blatant flirting then, now it was as if you were speaking with a completely different person. A stage magician, perhaps.

“So, why don’t we go get a drink in your hand, and then you can tell me which day works for our upcoming date.” Finn gives a slight flourish, and while his whole demeanour is still clearly put on, there is an endearing element to his theatrics, a silliness that you might find more charming if it didn’t feel so much like he was performing for you.

He offers you his arm graciously, which you can imagine combined with his hyped up charm, would have plenty of women already giggling into their sleeves, which you don’t do, but you do place your other hand over his warm skin as well, and allow him to lead you back into the kitchen.

“So what’ll it be? Beer? Fruity punch? Fruity punch and beer?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and even though he’s still playing a role of some kind, it’s not hard for you to see through it.

“Fruity punch,” you say decisively. “Can’t stand the taste of beer.” You tell him honestly, watching as he goes about procuring you a glass of the punch you yourself had made, and appreciating the effort he puts in to make sure you have at least two cherries, though, you don’t think he means it to be suggestive, despite your own thoughts going straight to the gutter over the matter.

“So, what you’re saying is; I should switch to the punch if I want to test this theory about you being the one girl on campus who’ll put up with me later?” he asks in amusement, at last handing you your drink, his eyes sparkling. You accept the drink and give a noncommittal shrug as you take a small sip.

“Oh, that’s not necessary, but I’ll certainly appreciate it later.” You really feel no need to go along with his act, not seeing any reason to play coy about your intentions, not in the way he seemed to feel was par for the course at least. You watch as Finn takes a moment to actually process your words, a brief mix of surprise and curiosity passing over his features, but it’s quickly covered up by a much more ‘cool’ looking mask.

You have to crack a smile at his sheer determination to convince you to have sex with him, the poor man somehow didn’t realise he was preaching to the choir.

“You really do look fantastic, by the way,” Finn says after a few moments of awkward quiet pass. You push aside your amusement, and grin happily at him, smoothing your hand over the material fondly.

“Thanks! I feel like one of ‘Charlie’s Angels’,” you gush a little, briefly feeling silly for bringing up the comparison, however, this time Finn’s smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle in that way you liked, making his whole face seem softer and more natural, pouring with warmth.

“Trust me, Farrah’s got nothing on you right now,” he tells you sweetly, continuing to fondly watch you preen, not just at the compliment, but because you think this might be the first time all evening he isn’t speaking from some kind of script.

The moment passes quickly, though, and as you duck your head to accept his praise, you see his face momentarily scrunching up in a wince, like he was scolding himself for saying something so saccharine. You consider telling him that you found the sweetness endlessly more endearing than any of the other lines so far, but you hold your tongue. You had a small feeling that his pretence was really more about him, than about you, at least to a degree.

Finn is about halfway through earnestly telling you about his apparently ‘average’ sized cock when you at last run out of patience. The gimmick itself was entertaining enough, definitely an original approach to picking up women, and you’d even played along to start with, but you can’t help wondering why you’re standing around talking about his cock when you could be doing other things with it instead.

While he’s still talking, you reach into your pocket and dig around for a moment, before you find what you’re after. Finn trails off when you turn and lay the coin face-side up on his forearm. He blinks at it in confusion, for a few seconds, before looking questioningly up at you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask before he can speak again, and force yourself not to pump your fist triumphantly when his confusion is quickly replaced with affection. Sure, you knew he wanted to have sex with you already, but now he thought you were cute, too.

“Alright,” he answers simply, fully angling his body toward yours, leaning in closer to you at the same time.

“So, this whole ‘average sized cock’ thing, does it actually work? I mean, has it worked when you’ve used it before?” you tip your head up at him, genuinely curious, but you don’t miss the way Finn’s features fall blank for a second after you speak, his smile fading, replaced with mild discomfort. He seems to shift back from you slightly, regarding you once more before he replies.

“I guess this is the time it doesn’t.” He all but mutters, his frown deepening as he looks away from you again, clearing his throat this time and straightening up, obviously embarrassed. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks back at you evenly.

“Could’ve stopped me earlier,” he says a little stiffly, though seemingly coming to terms with whatever direction he now thought this conversation was taking. You can’t help yourself then, his sulking making you laugh, fully and joyfully, but before he can sulk further, you lay your hand gently on his arm, over the penny, and give him a light squeeze. You shake your head as your laughter dies down, and fix him with a warm expression

“I never said it wasn’t working– in a manner of speaking,” You softly tell him, watching as he blinks down at you. You hurry to explain. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t working, but only because it’s totally unbelievable.”

Finn at last relaxes somewhat, though his slight frown remains as he considers your complaint.

“What’s so unbelievable about it?” he demands, in a way that tells you this pick-up tactic was one he was proud of, though clear playfulness had returned to his voice.

Confident that you were now talking, actually talking to Finn as he was, and not as he thought would get him laid, you feel energised to engage with the subject matter more seriously. You scoff and roll your eyes at his indignation.

“Firstly,” you start, shifting to lean on your hip, bringing you closer once again. “No guy is ever going to accept, let alone admit that he has an average sized-cock, and he’s definitely not going to admit it to a woman he wants to fuck.” You say matter-of-factly, though you didn’t have anything more than your not-insubstantial intimate experiences with men to go off of as proof.

“Guys who really are average, don’t think that they are, and they probably never will because no woman is going to bring up the fact that his seven inch cock looks suspiciously closer to five.” you wave your hands a little, not realising before now that you really had any firm opinions on this subject.

You see the cogs in Finn’s brain turning as he regards your words with something that resembles amused but genuine interest. You figure he hadn’t expected you to really have a point, which to be fair, you hadn’t expected either. You do plan to let him respond, but you suddenly remember something else you’d been thinking about earlier, when he’d first brought up the concept.

“–And! In my experience, guys who do have big cocks, they don’t really say anything, or they mislead you entirely, so that they can get off on hearing you telling him how big he is.”

That earns a hearty laugh from Finn, who shrugs a shoulder in admittance at that point at the very least. He’d returned at last to watching you fondly, and you think once more that Beverley had been spot on in introducing the two of you. You’re pretty sure Finn is the only man who would so happily, or nonchalantly debate with you about the size of other men’s cocks, just as you’re sure that you’re the only woman on campus who has ever challenged him on it.

Finn hums in thought. “So, you believe men will only ever overcompensate or undercompensate?” he asks, but it's more of a statement. He watches you intently as he tips his chin, and you nod.

“Exactly.”

A moment passes between the two of you, before Finn leans forward, right into your space, wearing a pleased smirk.

“In that case honey,” he starts, voice sounding a little deeper now, huskier somehow. “What’s the verdict then?” he stares at you unwaveringly, challenging you. You frown.

“The verdict on what?” you ask, though at this point you couldn’t muster much genuine interest, not when all this verbal foreplay was slowing down the process of getting him in your bedroom for some actual foreplay.

Finn’s smirk grows then, seemingly glad you’d asked. You watch as his eyes dip briefly down to your chest, where his height and closeness grant him a very good view of your tits. He meets your gaze again before he speaks.

“Do you think I’m overcompensating, or undercompensating?”

You blink and stare at him as you process, not even bothering to hide your captivation, but it lasts for mere seconds before your lips are curling into a coy smile to match his own. You copy his move then, dropping your eyes to take in the front of his jeans, but you don’t look back up again as he had. Instead, you reach out and begin tracing his belt buckle. Finn inhales sharply, clearly taken off guard by your forwardness, which was clearly working for him.

You’re momentarily distracted from his belt as you catch sight of the rather sizable bulge forming at the front of his pants, giving you a pretty good idea of what the verdict should be. You lick your lips without really thinking, but take full advantage of the way Finn’s eyes follow the movement, tracing the path over your now wet mouth as he awaits your answer. You lean in, closing the miniscule distance between you at last, and give his belt a teasing little tug toward you.

“Y’know, I haven’t a clue,” you lie nonchalantly, your smile only growing when you use his belt to pull yourself in and press right up against his front. “But I’d love to find out.”

#everybody wants some!!#walt finn finnegan #finnegan x reader #walt finnegan x reader #idk what to tag ethis even

64 notes · View notes

monsterhigh-world · 5 days

Text

THEY ARE CANON

From this

Latest post of Shea Fontana got finnegan facts and this is one of them

They got a crush to each other, finnegan is head over tail fin for her and I think is adorable

Is one my liked g3 ships since monster match and I hope people are okay with this since there are headcanons of finnegan being lgbt, which he can still be while having feelings for spectra

I personally headcanon him as pansexual

Overall I think the ship is adorable and I ship them

#monster high #mh #mh g3 #monster high g3 #monster high 2022 #monsters #clawdeen wolf #mh spoilers #finnegan x spectra #spectra vondergeist #finnegan wake #FinnSpectra #ship dymanics #g3 ships #monster high ships

49 notes · View notes

hyperfixatedonstuff · 9 months

Text

Headcanons for Mercs names

these are my random merc name headcanons some have reasons and some don’t. also pls say yours if you have any!!

we know Scout’s first name is Jeremy because of Jerma so why not go all the way and have his last name be Elbertson? it’s white and boston enough to work

Soldier’s canon name is Jane Doe. which is the name used to refer to unidentified female corpses. he probably ended up in a morgue and heard them calling him that and was like “this is my name!” (also trans soldier)

Engineer’s name is Dell Cohnager. no speculation here but i would like to say that i love the name Dell its so perfect for him.

Demo’s name is Tavish Finnegan DeGroot which is very long and he definitely goes by “Tav” most of the time.

Heavy’s first name is Mikhail, shortened to Misha. his last name and patronymic(if he has one??? idk i learned abt this in school for Crime and Punishment) are unspecified. I think Mikhail Ivanovich Duskin could be a full name?? idk russian naming conventions confuse me. either way i don’t think he’d tell anyone or use his full legal name a lot.

Sniper is Mick Mundy(i think??) bc he’s called “Mr. Mundy” and his birth name was Mun-dee but his parents call him Mick

Medic’s last name is Ludwig. the most common first name i see is Fritz which is cool but makes me think of foxy from fnaf. the other thing is that Ludwig can be a first name however the Devil does say “Mr. Ludwig” implying it’s a surname but Medic being on a first name basis with the Devil wouldn’t surprise me. other first names include: Victor(frankenstein reference) and Julius

i have literally no clue for Spy but i think it would be hilarious if he had some stupid lame and boring name. like charles martin idk

pyro exclusively goes by names of jobs they’ve had. they’ll respond to CEO or fry cook as well as pyro

miss pauling’s first name starts with f. i’ve made a post abt this somewhere but i like Francine “Frankie” Pauling

#tf2 #tf2 mercs #tf2 medic #tf2 miss pauling #tf2 demo #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 scout #tf2 demoman #tf2 headcanons

93 notes · View notes

earths-roots-grow-up · 5 months

Text

Headcanon: The Riddler's favorite piece of literature is Finnegans Wake. He can understand every sentence, and he can quote every sentence, and he will NEVER stop rubbing that in your face. Ever.

#riddler #edward nygma #edward nigma #batman #my headcanon

26 notes · View notes

isaactheterrible · 1 year

Text

TF2 Queer Headcanons

(Disclaimer: These are not realistic or based on canon these are just my personal headcanons on the gender/sexualities of the TF2 Mercs)

1. Pyro (Azar Jamshidi)

•Gender:

-Amab

-They/It

-Non-binary

-Uses to identify strongly with "voidpunk" when they were younger

-Pyro feels a lot of body/social gender dysphoria but hasn't transitioned medically in any way

-Incredibly happy about the amount of privacy their suit provides them with

•Sexuality:

-Pansexual

-On the aromantic spectrum

-Hasnt dated for a really long time

-Has had very few relationships due to problems with intimacy and often times being either fetishized or infantalised

-Love language is Quality Time

•Bonus:

-I headcanon Pyro as being on the ASPD spectrum and also as Persian

2.Soldier (Jane Doe)

•Gender:

-She/Her

-Trans Woman

-Was in the closet until her thirtees

-Had a lot of internalized transphobia and misogyny

-Transitioned fully during her mid thirtees

-Is still really masculine but now fully confident in her identity as a proud, butch, woman

•Sexuality:

-Pansexual and polyamorous

-Has multiple partners and a preference for eccentric people who match her energy

-Likes to have partners that she can rely on but doesn't see too often. She's highly independent

-Love Language is Gift Giving

3.Engineer (Dell Conagher)

•Gender:

-He/Him

-Trans Man

-Came out as a pre-teen

-His dad was supportive but his mom was passive-aggressive about it

-Has faced tons of transphobic harassment and even violence but transitioned regardless

-Started his medical transition in his early twenties

•Sexuality:

-Bicurious

-Likes quiet mellow personalities

-Has mostly been with women and is currently trying out his luck with men (It is not going well)

-Had a few long-term girlfriend but they broke up

-Love language is Quality Time

4.Demoman (Tavish Finnegan DeGroot)

•Gender:

-He/They

-Cis Man

-Has crossdressed a few times for fun but has never given much thought to gender otherwise

•Sexuality:

-Pansexual

-Isn't looking for anything too serious

-Has a lot of fun but doesn't want to be tied down

-He tells himself he'll maybe settle down when he's older

-Love Language is physical affection

5.Heavy (Mikhail Petrov)

•Gender:

-He/Him

-Cis man

-Traditionaly masculine

-Has never thought about gender

•Sexuality:

-Gay

-On the ace spectrum

-Has had a lot of healthy long-term partners

-Unintrested in short flings

-Love language is Acts Of Service

6.Scout (Jeremy Mulligan)

•Gender:

-He/Him

-Trans Man

-Knew He was trans very young

-Came out during his teens and faced tons of transphobia and humiliation from his older brothers

-His mom was supportive

-Deals with a lot of toxic masculinity because he feels the need to constantly prove his masculinity to others

-Started testosterone young and is saving up for top surgery (He doesn't trust Medic)

-Very Dysphoric

•Sexuality:

-Straight

-Still a virgin

-Just wants someone to love him

-Has never has much luck with girls

-Love language is Words of Affirmation

7.Medic (Ludwig Humboldt)

•Gender:

-He/Him

-Amab

-Intersex Man

-Started taking testosterone due to his natural levels being too low

-Has been left permanently disabled by a leg injury that he obtained from a surgery that was done to him in order to "fix" him when he was a baby

-Started his medical journey in order to help other intersex people struggling but then got sidetracked

•Sexuality:

-Gay

-He has had very few but serious relationships

-Wants to find someone supportive and homely

- Love language is Physical Affection

8.Spy (Dominique Delacroix)

•Gender:

-She/He

-Genderfluid

-Pronouns change depending on how he feels that day

-Can be quite theatrical about her gender presentation

-Ignores people who misgender her cause she doesn't feel confident about her gender identity

•Sexuality:

-Wants a confident partner

-Attracted to power

-Likes romantic diners by candlelight

-Love language is Gift Giving

9. Sniper (Mun-dee Shaw)

•Gender:

-He/Him

-Trans Man

-Knew he was trans from a young age but his parents just referred to him as a 'tomboy' and pushed him to be more feminine

-Transitioned medically as soon as he moved out, never officially came out

-His parents know, it's an open secret but they still misgender/dead name him but he's never corrected them

-The disapproving looks and passive aggressive comments are enough for him he doesn't want to get into fights about it

-Very intense body dysphoria but not that much social dysphoria

•Sexuality:

-Bisexual

-On the ace spectrum

-Has had a traumatic dating history

-Very few relationships due to trust issues

-Loves very deeply but also very rarely

-Love language is Acts Of Service

79 notes · View notes

nachoaveragejoe234 · 1 year

Text

Monster High characters if their names were normal:

Claudine Leclerq (Clawdeen) - She's half Haitian in my headcanon

Francine "Frankie" Frankenstein - Frankie's name is fine

Laura Dracul (born Laura Aurelius) - Born in Roman Italy

Sheena Blair (Lagoona) - Couldn't think of a name that sounded similar to Lagoona

Cleo Mohammed

Giulia De Carlo - Ghoulia is Italian Canadian

Abigail Barandova (Abbey) - Of course I see her as Russian even if she technically isn't

Demitrios Argopolis (Deuce) - Gorgon isn't really a surname (I don't think)

Michelle Dubois (Rochelle) - I am now being informed Rochelle is a legit name, I'm sorry Frenchies

Tammy Harrington (Twyla) - I see her as a Tammy for some reason

Rebecca Raj (Robecca) - Indian British

Christine "Operetta" Daae II - Named after her mother

Jennifer Wong

Elizabeth Constsntinescu (Elissabat)

Vanessa McBride (Venus) - She's Scottish-American

Lorelei Schweiz (Toralei) - Her name, but less catty

Persephone and Melody Danielson - I don't know why Danielson, I just did

Jane Doolittle

Iris Diamantis

Lorna McAlester

Zainab Farooq (Gigi) - Wanted her to have an actually Arabic name

Betsy Claro

Sarah O'Shea

Serena Von Berg - She's German-American

Kjersti Kristoffson

Kiyomi Takahashi

Bonita Ford

Silvi MacDougall - She's super Scottish

Ariana "Ari" Huntington - Named after Ariana Grande

Monica de la Rosca (Moanica) - Latina

Mercedes King

Luna Mathews

Elle Edelman Devon = Edelman Devon, or E.D.

Honey Swann

Glory Mantel

Gilda Papandreou

Freyja Magnusdóttir (Kala) - She's Icelandic

Finnegan Ioannadis - He's actually Greek, believe it or not, not Irish, in G3 he seems to be a siren, so I went with Greek for him

Anisa Perbesi (Amanita) - Amanita is Indonesian

161 notes · View notes

mxboxlocks · 8 months

Text

TF2 Headcanon designs, part 2/4

part 1: here

part 3: here

hello again! jumping straight back into it:

pyro! they/he/it :3

they're also trans fuck you MtNB /lh. they're mexican because i think that would be a great like, i dont wanna say stereotype but the mercs are all based on stereotypes so yeah that. anyway a great addition to the already colorful roster

they have pretty gnarly scars all over the side of their face, resulting in patchy hair. said hair is extremely curly and black, and it used to be thick at one point. they like to cuss at people in spanish because they know nobody can understand them. he and engie get along great, being that texas and mexico are so close so there are a lot of cultural similarities. soldier however, despite his background, isn't all that fond of it, and it likes to take advantage of that and play tricks on him whenever it can.

pyro's pyrovision fades in and out as a result of maladaptive daydreaming, disassociation, and probably some form of schizophrenia. it's not always as pleasant as he'd like it to be. sometimes he has delusions of the pastel world he imagined for himself consuming him whole.

nobody really knows where he came from, or what he is in most cases, and there's no chance you'll get him to talk about anything. he keeps his secrets under tight lock and key.

next we have demoman!!

i love love love drawing him with thick, coarse curly hair. alongside that, i also draw him relatively thin underneath his blast gear. or whatever ya call it.

tavish finnegan degroot! what's there not to know about this guy? his lore's been pretty thoroughly picked apart in the comics, which i love. but yeah i don't really have anything else to add to him. just good ole tavish!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 fanart #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman

37 notes · View notes

team-council-two · 1 year

Note

Are there uhmm honorifics in russian? Like sir or ma'am or Herr? I'd like to know some family related ones, some business toned ones, and like, friendly ones between friendly friends.

Thank you for your time, kind admins

I love this question so much! This is gonna be long, oh my god. I'll start with some general information and then give some specific examples.

"Ты" and "вы"

So, unlike English, Russian allows two ways of addressing people instead of one.

"Ты"/"ty", which I'm going to spell as "T" to save time, is a casual "you", suitable for talking to a friend or colleague, to a family member, to a child, or to a stranger that you are reasonably sure is considerably younger than you.

"Вы"/"vy", which I'm going to spell "V", again to save time, is a polite "you", suitable for addressing a stranger, a person in a position of power such as a teacher, or a higher-ranking colleague, or someone presumably older than you.

This distinction is quite important.

Using T where V is required will make you sound disrespectful. People can actually get offended, especially older people who can very reasonably demand that you "don't T" them.

On the other hand, using V where T would be more suitable can create a very uncomfortable situation. The person might feel distanced, or worse - think you're mocking them, using a polite manner ironically.

Why does this matter?

Because using T or V defines the entire, uh, manner of your communication! Some words won't apply to people you're on V-terms with, and others won't apply to those you use T with!

Basically, I'm going to try and separate various honorifics and forms of address into these two categories and then try to fit various TF2 characters into these categories as well, based on what kind of manner I think Heavy would use with them.

It's also worth noting that using a certain manner with someone doesn't always mean they're gonna be using the same manner for you. For instance, a teenage student would always use V with a teacher, but a teacher would almost always use T.

So what does Heavy use?

Well, we know from the Russian dub of the game that he uses T with Medic.

He also uses V with the Engineer. I find it fascinating because they're about the same age and exactly the same rank - they're both mercenaries on equal rights - which means Heavy uses V out of pure respect and admiration.

He would definitely use V with the Administrator.

And with Miss Pauling too, even though she's younger than him. She's his boss, after all.

He would definitely use T with Scout.

With all the others it could go either way. He would definitely use V when they first met, but would eventually switch to T, as it often happens.

Oh, btw it pretty much never happens the other way. Using T is considered something of a "next step".

If you headcanon Pyro as nonbinary, Heavy might use V to avoid gendered language, but I won't go into details here.

Why is that important? He doesn't speak Russian to them.

Well, no, but he thinks in Russian! And he would think in T/V terms, too. And that would define the language he would use with them.

I promise the specific examples are coming, bear with me.

Let's talk about names.

"But I know all about names" no you don't.

Okay, as it functions in English, a person has a First Name, a Middle Name (or several), and a Last Name, which is their family name - "Tavish Finnegan DeGroot". Or, well, you could go about this even simpler and skip the middle name - "Dell Conagher".

In Russian middle names traditionally do not exist. I say "traditionally" because who knows what the young folks are up to these days, but by the proper naming conventions that would definitely be really important at the time Heavy was born, there are no middle names in the Russian language.

Instead, we have a patronymic. Well, a lot of them. A patronymic is your father's name with a proper ending attached to it. Think last names such as "Johnson" and "Stevenson" - yup, those were patronymics some hundred years ago.

How does that relate to honorifics?

There are a lot of ways to combine a First Name (F), a Last Name (L), and a Patronymic (P)!

L-F-P is the proper official model. It's not really used outside really formal business or legal procedures, such as getting married or getting sued. Or. Well. One of those two things, really.

F-P is the usual polite structure. If a Russian stranger wanted to be polite with Heavy, they would say "Михаил Whatever-you-headcanon-his-dad's-name-to-be-ович". If someone wanted to talk to Zhanna in that same manner, they'd have to say "Жанна Her-father's-name-овна". It's a very Gimli-son-of-Gloin kind of structure.

Some parents also use it mockingly to lightly scold their kids. "Яна Father-овна, what do you think you're doing?"

I just realized you probably need me to translit all that. Oh god, uh.

Mihail Whatever-you-headcanon-his-dad's-name-to-be-ovich.

Zhanna Her-father's-name-ovna.

I'm gonna type in Latin letters from now on. And I promise specific examples are coming!

Calling someone by just their patronymic is considered friendly and very, uh, familiar. Casual-like. Somewhat rude, even. You have to really make sure you're allowed to do that before you make an attempt.

A name typically has a full and a short form, much like in English. James - Jim, Mihail - Misha. Except in Russian, there's an even shorter short version, used only when addressing the person directly. It's used all the time, you should make sure to use that in writing, otherwise it sounds really unnatural.

Okay, great, can we get some SPECIFIC WORDS now?

Yeah!

Let's start with the ones you already know.

Well, it's the Soviet Union. How about "comrade"?

That one's fine, if overdone. It was really in use back then.

Except it doesn't really mean a comrade, as in "friend" of some sort. It's typically all very official, followed by a last name or a rank.

Yeah, a rank. Like a military rank. Soldier would be "Comrade Sargeant" - "товарищ сержант".

"Comrade Medic" would be a thing, too, as long as they're not too well-acquainted.

Pretty much any "Comrade Class" would work, except "Comrade Scout", because we're using T for him, remember? It doesn't go with a T! I told you it was important, ha.

Beware though, nobody says "comrade" these days. Ever. Not a thing.

So it's not like "sir" or "ma'am"?

Ah, no. Afraid not.

The closest to "sir"/"ma'am" I can think of is гражданин/гражданка, which is - don't laugh! - "citizen".

It's almost always followed by a last name, but never by a rank or title, so it wouldn't really work with the mercs. It's only for civilian context, you see?

We also don't pepper it into our regular speech. Where you'd say "yes, sir", we'd just say "yes".

I'm actually having trouble with this at work. I'm so very much not used to saying "sir" and "ma'am". It's not that I'm being disrespectful, but I constantly forget to say it! Argh.

Oh, "citizen" is also not in use anymore. Unless it's some police procedural on TV.

How do you address someone you don't know, then? What if you need to get someone's attention and you don't know their name and patronymic?

Well, just "мужчина"/"man" and "женщина"/"woman" is fine, really.

"Девушка"/"girl" and "девочка"/"girl (child)" if she's young.

"Молодой человек"/"young man" and "мальчик"/"boy" if he's young.

They're fine. They're only rude in English. We say them all the time. "Woman, you dropped something!", "Man, could you hold the door, please?", "Boy, where's your mom?". It's fine. It's polite, I promise.

What about family?

Ah, that depends on the family.

Here's a funny example from my own family. I have a grandma on my father's side. Well, my mother - her daughter-in-law - calls her "mom", but addresses her with a V, as a way of being respectful. I, on the other hand, although way younger, use T with her because she's my grandma and she doesn't mind at all and that's how she taught me to talk to her.

So it all depends on the kind of dynamic you have. The level of respect, the traditionalism of it, how old your folks are and how much they go outside.

Bear in mind you can absolutely cuss a bitch out while still using V.

And friends?

"Bro" migrated into Russian some years ago. We have the whole "брат-братан-братишка" (brother-brother (informal)-brother (small) shtick but it's a little, uh, complicated. It gets mocked a lot. There's a bit of a subculture around the people who say it.

Really, we just call people by their names. I'd love to see more of that in fics. Heavy wouldn't go "sis" @ Zhanna, but he would say "Zhann", as a shorter and more casual form of address. She'd call him "Mish". We love to see it. They're besties.

That's still not very specific though.

Ah, well, here's a few odd examples.

"Мужик"/"muzhik" is something Heavy would say. It means "man", but, like, in a casual and friendly manner. I say that to my friends who are men. He would say that to everyone but ONLY once he's on T-terms with them. I told you it was important. He wouldn't say it to Scout though. Maybe in a moment of transgender affirmation. Once. But never again.

"Чувак" is "dude" but it fucking sucks to say, idk, 0/10, would not say that. Adults never say it tbh. Kids these days don't say it either.

"Madam" (from French) was popular way back in the day. "Madmuazel" aka a bastardization of "Mademoiselle" is also out there but more sarcastic. Both used with V.

"Чел"/"chel", short for "chelovek" ("human") - another version of "man", basically. With T.

"Парень", "приятель" - guy, pal, pally, dude, fella. Can be genuine or sarcastic. Both male and used with T.

"Тётя" or "тёть" - kinda like ma'am but disrespectful. Literally means "aunt", figuratively - any woman who's any amount of years older than you and a bit of unpleasantness to have around. Not to confuse with "тётя [name]" which is literally "aunt [name]", in an affectionate way and not necessarily towards family.

"Дядя" or "дядь" - a male version of that. Also on both cases the second version is less respectful.

"Начальник" - "boss". Goes with T better than with V, ironically.

"Народ" - "people". Can be either really epic or really casual. A way to address multiple people.

"Братва" - "brotherhood" (derogatory). Sounds like. Uh, it's hard to explain. You guys remember Shark Tale? When, in Russian it's called Underwater Brotherhood, with that specific word for brotherhood. It has that kind of energy.

That's about it! There's a good Wiki page about these things, I recommend skimming through it, though some terms are a bit underexplained there in my opinion. Thanks for asking, and sorry if this post reads a bit haphazard. I'm rusty.

#heavy language post #the council has spoken #tf2 #tf2 heavy #oh this was so much fun!! really enjoyed this ask!!!

91 notes · View notes