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a-hazbin-reader · 2 months

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I've seen you mention that alastor would make little deer bleats in a few fics, do you have anything for the reader hearing him bleat for the first time, like reader said something flirty that caught him off guard or while petting his ears, alastor would definitely be the time to be like "what ever are you talking about dear, you're hearing things" and try to change the subject out of embarrassment

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Suggestive, Explicit s e x towards the end

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Alastor makes deer noises, usually when he's pissed off or exerting some of his power

It's a very emotional and unintentional thing, something he normally can't help or hide

Usually, you can hear buck grunts, warning calls, though elk bugle sounds dominate most of the other noises he makes

You didn't even know he was capable of making softer sounds until you found out by accident

The two of you were alone, sharing a romantic moment with you in his lap and his hands caressing your body

You had pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath when his twitching ears suddenly got your attention

Not that Alastor minded, keeping his mouth busy with your neck and shoulder instead

As if you could ever pass up the opportunity to touch those fluffy ears...

You couldn't help but scratch and rub his furry ears, leaning into kiss one while giving it a playful nip

Only to be surprised by the soft bleat that escapes from Alastor and the way his entire body goes stiff out of embarrassment

"Alastor, did you just-"

"Would you look at the time?! I must go, darling! Things to do, people to see!"

Leaves you on the floor, on your back, and in shock

You try to bring it up to him later but that doesn't work-

"Alastor, about that sound you made..."

"Hm? Oh! I merely had to clear my throat! Not to worry, darling! It won't happen again."

"But I want it to."

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It becomes a game between you two, well...more of a game for you, Alastor has never been so nervous in his fucking life

You're on a mission to hear that adorable noise again by any means possible

He's eating breakfast?? You're leaning over him and kissing along his neck while pouring him tea

Which doesn't work, he just tilts his head and gives you a contented growl before continuing with his meal

He's taking a small break? Eyes closed and relaxed? You try going for his ears again, massaging them

That doesn't work either, instead he gives you a warm smile and pulls you down to lay with him

You try flirting with him, maybe you can say something sultry and catch him so off guard he makes that sound again?

Instead, you just get yourself into trouble because instead of something small and subtle you just drop a fucking bomb instead

You corner him and pin him to the wall, mustering up every bit of courage and control to push forward

"Do you believe dreams can come true? Because I dream of you cumming inside me."

WHAT THE FUCK Y/N WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT PICK UP LINE

Angel

Oh that makes sense

It doesn't work, instead Alastor gets a predatory look on his face and he's pulling you closer to him

"Luckily for you, my dear~ I happen to have a soft spot for dreamers such as yourself~"

Oh fuck

It actually does end up working in your favor, just not the way you thought it would

You don't even remember how you end up naked on your back, legs spread to accommodate Alastor between them

Both of you are close, having been at it for hours at this point, desperate ragged sounds coming from the two of you

Your nails are digging into his back, no doubt leaving nasty marks that he'll later tease you for

He has one clawed hand on your hip while the other grips and makes deep grooves into the headboard

You're nearly out of it, mind fizzy and hot with the feeling of being so full of Alastor's cock that you almost miss your chance

You know exactly how to get that sound out of him

Suddenly, your legs lock around him and you're tugging him down to you to give him a desperate steamy kiss

He's caught off guard and startled but eagerly reciprocates your actions, chasing a building orgasm between you both

He pulls away to growl and pant, head rolling back as his thrusts become sharp and erratic

You tug him back to you by his hair and suddenly give him a watery smile, barely able to hold on because you're so close

"A-Alastor...haa...I love you...~"

And that's what does it, his eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly releases inside you, letting out a pathetic sounding bleat

He's so mortified afterwards, burying his face in your chest as you comb your fingers through his hair. Both of you shuddering and trying to catch your breaths

"You...you are an evil evil person..."

You can't help but laugh and kiss his head, scratching around his antlers affectionately

"I love you too, Alastor~ Every part of you~"

This one got away from me...it's probably not what you asked for but... I hope you like it!!

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amandacanwrite · 2 months

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Halsin Headcanons For When He's In Love With You/Tav (Ungendered)

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED TOO SOON

Generously Requested by @cryingoverpixelsetc I can't tell you how much it means to me when people actually WANT to hear about my bg3 brainrot because this game has been my escape lately and also, just a nice little break from the freelance work I have to cram to get done.

(PS if you like these, I am also a writer of my own original stories and I have some WIP's you may like.)

Quick CW|| Some graphic depictions of violence, particularly puncture wounds and viscera, intentions of heavy violence also referenced. In Battle

He trusts you, perhaps more than anyone else, to handle yourself. He doesn't hover, but he always has an eye on you as you tear into the fray.

He always seems so gentle to you that you sometimes worry about your own brutality in a fight. Especially when it leaves you covered in blood.

Because of this, you tend to keep your distance after a fight, too frightened to look into his pretty hazel eyes and see any measure of hesitance or disgust with you. Not that you've gotten used to it, you cant bear the thought of him not calling you 'my heart.'

This is only a fear for you until you got pinned down with a particularly nasty bhaalan cultist. Astarion had already been taken down in the surprise attack, then you were toppled by one of the many in the ambush.

The scream you let out as they sadistically drove their daggers through the palms of your hands was shocking even to you. You felt like a moth pinned to a board--it was too painful to try to break yourself free, even as the assailant wielded his next blade like he was about to field dress an elk.

You'd never felt fear like that.

But it didn't last long. A great cave bear launched through the air and into your attacker, wasting no time before ripping into the soft flesh of his throat and tore it out.

The smell of fear on you was strong, he knew you couldn't fight like that, so he simply stood guard over you, tearing to shreds anyone who got close from what small parts of it you can remember through the utter fear.

It was the after math of that fight when you knew you could never let him go.

He cups your face in his large, warm hands.

"Look at me, dear heart. Look upon me and remember that you're alive. There is no more threat. There is no one to hurt you. I would never let someone take you away from me before nature deigns it so."

The blades, you wept, the blades would hurt to remove.

"They will, but only for a moment, my love. Just a moment of pain before I heal you myself and carry you back to camp."

It's Astarion who removes the blades from your palms and frees you; he has the steadiest hands. But Halsin wastes no time in cradling you close to him, holding both of your hands in his own as he quietly whispers the healing word. You watch as your flesh and tendons weave themselves together. Then he envelops you and comforts you as you cry. Just cry.

How lucky it is that he is so at peace with every expression of you. He takes you as you are at all moments; whether you're bloodthirsty, joyful, or terrified. He basks in it all.

At Camp

Always touching you. Always. To him this isn't a public display of affection. It's not awkward. He loves you, why should he not touch you at every moment he can?

Sometimes it's a small thing, a broad hand on the small of your back as you discuss travel plans with Wyll. A little touch to remind you that he is there, like a tether to safety.

Other times your bodies are a tangle of comfort. Like he's looked for every way he can weave his body with yours. His fingers in your hair, your arm over his shoulder, your leg betwixt his, his wide chest lifting and falling with his sleepy breaths. This is often how you wake in the mornings with him.

Perhaps your favorite, though, is the nights by the fire. He doesn't even ask most days, just places himself behind you and offers himself as your seating arrangements for the night. His arms up behind him as he reclines against a rock or a felled tree, you sitting on his lap or between his lazily bent legs. His husky laughter tickles against your ear, the little hairs on the back of your neck. His rough voice rumbled against you as he regales the camp with yet another story of his youth.

He's a bit of a night owl. You fall asleep long before him most days.

He's also a bit disheartened by how difficult it is to find clothes that fit him in your travels together. Karlach as generously offered to share her clothes with him of course, but...something about her taste doesn't really seem to quite suit him.

(A disappointment to you, considering how nice those legs looked in infernal leather.)

He's the one who does much of the hunting for the party, along with Astarion. Halsin's a shockingly gifted fisher, though most of the fish he brings back to camp have bites in the flesh.

It was unnerving to gale at first, but he learned to live with it when he once brought back a salmon the size of a deep gnome.

When You're Alone

Rarely fully clothed. Not shocking, of course and certainly not something you would ever complain about. He usually just takes his tunic off, he says it feels restrained by it. He feels like he can breathe a bit better when his chest is bare.

No pun intended, of course.

Funny thing though, you always feel its much harder to breathe when he's shirtless.

There are no chaste kisses with this large elf. He seems to not have the restraint.

"I love the taste of you, my heart. It's the finest ambrosia. How blessed I am to have free reign to sate my appetites with you."

He likes to braid your hair and you're not sure why you're surprised at how good he is at it. Braids are a common hairstyle for elves, after all, and the man is a few centuries old. It soon becomes your favorite part of any day.

"I love how long your hair is getting, love. These times with you, my focus lost in your tresses...they have become some of my most treasured memories."

He compliments you often and freely.

One day you tell him about how you worry that you're too brutal to be with him, that you're concerned you'll scare him off one day for good.

"My heart, I spend more than half of my life in the form of a cavebear. I know I have told you how I received this scar. I may treasure the thriving, living of nature but that is only one side of the coin. Nature can be as brutal as it can be miraculous. In you, I see the beauty of brutality. I do not fear it, I admire it."

In Intimate Moments

Potential NSFW below, proceed with caution.

TW|| Mentions of consensual rough housing before...well, you know.

He is...proportionately sized...if you like.

(You do. You like very much.)

You sometimes have to remind him to get his pleasure with you. He is so pleased to be with you in this way that he forgets to indulge himself, even when it would be a moment of shared pleasure.

He loves every iteration of making love with you. He loves to take you fresh after a battle, covered in blood, to remember what it is to live and be alive.

He loves to take advantage of the vulnerability of a bath in the rivers and lakes of Faerun. Seems to particularly enjoy the sounds that come out of you as he thrusts up and into you, the sounds of your bodies muted by the water so he can hear every whimper and hitch of your breath.

He loves to hunt you. More than once you've stolen away into the forests and he gives you a head start. It's some of the most thrilling experiences you've had being intimate with someone.

This is no simple game of hide and seek, it is a true pursuit.

He always finds you quickly and he is fast, but you are faster. It's always a struggle for him to catch you. When he finally does succeed in his quest, you are so lost in the thrill and challenge of the pursuit that it becomes a struggle.

This part he always wins though. Sometimes because your desire for his body takes over your desire for besting him.

Sometimes you are still fighting when he gathers both of your wrists in a single one of his hands and carefully locks your legs beneath his.

He is careful though. He would never do anything without your express consent, without your enjoyment. He may be lost in the moment but he is old enough and wise enough to keep his head.

"Do you still want this, my love? Does your body still burn with need? Or has the pursuit run away with you?"

When you tell him you want this; you want him. That brief tarry into gentleness vanishes. He smiles sharply and turns you over, taking you as an animal in the wild might. Rough and unrelenting.

His hands dig into your thighs, your hips. His fingers tangle and pull your hair.

But when all is said and done, the kisses are soft and sweet. Peppered over your shoulders, down the path of your spine.

He collects you in his arms and soothes you.

"Have you pain anywhere? Is there anything I can get for you my love? You have been so generous with your body this night, it is only right that I take care of you for the remainder of it."

He likes to discuss your intimacy at length. He wants to know what you liked, what you didn't like, what he should change. At first you didn't like to critique, but he pressed you about it once he started to notice changes in your demeanor or reactions in the act. It's gotten much easier for you to discuss these things with him over time.

He simply loves discussing the potential of a family with you. Sometimes enough to be ready for a second round. But that second round is much gentler and more loving than the first. Like he's dreaming of a future with you.

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sotwk · 10 months

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Food and Agriculture in Thranduil's Kingdom

It's unfortunate that Thorin's Company was welcomed as dinner guests in Rivendell but imprisoned as invaders in Mirkwood. Had Thorin just shown King Thranduil just a little bit more respect, they could have been fed a whole lot better by the Silvans. And there would most definitely have been meat!

While the Rivendell elves seem to lean vegetarian, and Lothlorien's culinary specialty is the "one bite" lembas, the elves of Greenwood know more than a thing or two about indulgent feasting. These elves consider themselves permanent residents of their land, and with that outlook comes an attitude of celebrating Middle-earth's bounties.

The Silvans of the Woodland Realm have always been fond of feasting, merry-making, and community and family traditions centered around food. Furthermore, they are ruled by a King and royal family who whole-heartedly support this culture, participate in it themselves, and encourage trade that allows the realm to access food from other lands.

When it comes to food, the Greenwood elves are actually more alike Dwarves and Hobbits than they are the lofty High Elves.

Below the cut are SotWK headcanons regarding Food and Agriculture in the Woodland Realm:

Food, Cuisine, and Agriculture in the Woodland Realm

Prior to the establishment of the Woodland Realm and in the early reign of King Oropher (c. SA 700), the Silvan Elves populating Greenwood lived in smaller communities spread throughout the vast forest, but predominantly in the southwest, closer to their kin in Lorinand. Limited subsistence farming was practiced by a few, but by far most food at this time was obtained through hunting and gathering. The rich and bountiful Greenwood had always provided more than enough resources for its dwellers.

GATHERING

Greenwood Elves happily spend most of their immortal lives within Eryn Galen and the lands of Rhovanion, so they are accustomed to living off solely what the forest produces, and their diet is influenced largely by it.

The most commonly foraged edibles are:

Nuts: hazelnut, pecan, walnut, hickory, beechnut, chestnut

Fruit: plum, apple, grape, persimmon

Berries: mulberry, blackberry, currant, elderberry, raspberry

Wild garlic and ramps

Fungi: mushrooms and truffles of many varieties

Eggs: from various wild birds

Herbs and Spices: fennel, corn mint, dandelions, ground elder, pigweed, cicely, sorrel, hogweed, stinging nettle, watercress, wild carrot, rowan, wood avens, sneezewort

Maple: sourced for sugar and syrup

There are also hundreds of plant species native only to Greenwood and Rhovanion that are valued for their uses in healing. However, the Silvan herbalists of Greenwood are usually the only ones able to effectively extract the curative properties of these plants, indicating a connection between Elves and homeland may be necessary for the healing to work.

Art from Fantasy Flight Games

HUNTING

Greenwood Elves are expert hunters and trackers, with unparalleled mastery within their forest and the lands that surround its borders. With careful consideration and instinctual knowledge of the forest ecosystem, they select their prey according to what's most populous, and rotate as necessary to balance out conservation levels.

Among the animals they hunt regularly for meat consumption are rabbit, squirrel, duck, turkey, quail, weasel, racoon, boar, deer, wild oxen, and elk. On rare or special occasions, they hunt less common game such as lion and bear. They also obtain fish and freshwater mussels, clams, and snails from the Forest River and various streams.

It is illegal in Greenwood to hunt or kill specific animals that are declared a protected species, including the King's Elk (the breed of Thranduil's war elk), the silverwolf, and all species of eagle or falcon.

Any fauna or fauna may also be temporarily decreed off-limits for hunting or gathering, by order of the Elvenking and his council.

Any animal taken in as an elf's pet or familiar may also not be killed, so long as it has been properly tamed and does not pose a risk to others.

Throughout the Second Age, the Woodland Realm's population steadily increased under the wise rule of King Oropher and his court. As the communities and villages that made up the kingdom grew larger and more numerous, the practice of agriculture became more widespread to bolster the realm's food supply.

In the Woodland Realm, farming would always remain secondary to hunting and gathering due to the preference of Silvans for wild game and native vegetation. Farmed products serve primarily to enhance cuisine, supplement large feasts, provide reserves in case of war or famine, and as goods for trade with other realms.

FARMING and LIVESTOCK

Tracts of community farmlands were gradually cultivated in the arable fields between Greenwood's western borders (near the capital of Amon Lanc) and the Anduin River.

In order of output, the food crops most commonly grown are: wheat, barley, oats, potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, lettuce, peppers, and peas.

Fiber crops grown for cloth, paper, and rope include: flax, hemp, and cotton.

Domesticated animals are raised in small numbers solely for their by-products and not their meat. In order of importance, livestock that are raised are:

Sheep: source of wool and milk

Chickens: source of eggs

Cows: source of milk and for birthing calves

Animals raised for labor include:

Horses: highly valued and raised exclusively for transport and mounted cavalry

Oxen: used as beasts of burden (large-scale/community work)

Donkeys: used as beasts of burden (small-scale/family work)

When Prince Thranduil built his own palace of Bar Lasgalen just south of the Old Forest Road (which would later become the new capital upon his ascension to the throne), he helped the Silvans residing in the valleys of the Emyn Duir to initiate small-scale agriculture, which encouraged further migration into that area and northward towards the Grey Mountains.

Elvish historians refer to the first millennium of the Third Age as the "Golden Age of the Woodland Realm". During these years, the kingdom enjoyed an unbroken peace under a wise King and Queen who also had five sons actively involved in the governance of the realm.

Departing from his father's more isolationist leanings, Thranduil encouraged trade with realms across Middle-earth. It included all the races except for Hobbits, since the Shire did not yet exist prior to the darkening of Greenwood.

Sadly, most trade came to a stop by the end of the Third Age, with the exception of the nearby Dale, due to the struggles with Dol Guldur. However, after Erebor was reestablished by King Thorin, trade gradually resumed with the Dwarves. After the War of the Ring and the Cleansing of Dol Guldur, Eryn Lasgalen once again thrived with renewed relations with their trade partners--finally including the Shire!

AGRICULTURAL TRADE

The Woodland Realm's three most valuable exported agricultural products are:

Rare spices

Mushrooms and truffles

Medicinal herbs (extremely valuable but highly controlled to prevent misuse)

Imported goods are considered luxuries and not necessities, and are brought in seasonally for community feasts and celebrations (of which there are many). Everything is meant for the consumption of all the kingdom's citizens, regardless of status; there is never anything reserved as "special" for the royals or nobles.

The top agricultural imports, usually from realms/communities of Men, are:

Wine

Textiles (silk, cotton)

Seafood

Sugar

Cheeses

ARTISAN COOKS and BAKERS

Exposure to outside realms and cultures also resulted in an expansion of the culinary arts within Thranduil's kingdom. Cooking and baking became full-blown, respected and sought-after professions instead of tasks done within individual households. With the King's support, talented Elves were sent to other realms to learn their culinary practices; chefs from other kingdoms were invited to Greenwood as royal guests to do the same.

A few culinary feats and innovations the Woodland Elves became known for:

Use of offal (innards) in recipes that actually taste fantastic, thanks to seasonings and skilled cookery

Using literally every single part of a butchered animal with zero waste

Aphrodisiacs in common food recipes, using plant ingredients (partly responsible for their marriage and birth rates and large families)

Salted game meat (jerky) that is highly nourishing and excellent for travel; essentially a meat version of lembas

The use of whipped egg whites to make essentially a type of meringue--which opened up an entire category of desserts that became staples at feasts

Bonus Fun Headcanons! (as a thank you for reading this far)

Mealtimes in Thranduil's Family

No one can beat Ada in drinking contests, ever; it has been attempted hundreds of times--usually with Dorwinion wine--and Thranduil has never been dethroned by his sons.

The King and every single one of the Princes are all heavy eaters, and everyone, including the Queen, eats meat.

While they all observe formal manners at the table, the Princes can get rowdy when not in the presence of their mother--especially when there's drinking involved. (Not quite as bad as Thorin's Company, but close.)

Breakfast: Taken individually in their own rooms, according to each one's schedule/leisure

Lunch: The most commonly skipped meal; usually taken "on the go", and oftentimes with people outside of the family (e.g. business lunches, lunch with friends)

Dinner: The family meal. Everyone is expected to sit down and eat dinner with the rest of the family, unless traveling or there is a prior commitment that takes precedence.

Random Fun Food Facts with the Thranduilions

The Princes regularly compete to see who can eat the most exotic/"disgusting" food items. Turhir remains champion at this (able and willing to eat literally everything), with Legolas frequently trying (and constantly failing) to unseat him.

They have also competed to see who can eat the riskiest (aka poisonous) food items. Arvellas has somehow proven to be the most impervious to natural poisons, much to Gelir's frustration.

Legolas can go the longest without eating food, but no one really cares to try to beat his record.

Mirion is the heaviest eater, but is also the fastest, and because he has flawless table manners no one really notices.

Gelir can find truffles just using his sense of smell--yes, like a truffle pig. He has successfully trained other similarly gifted Elves to do the same.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 3 months

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⚔️anon again!

So I remember I think fanfic anon? Suggesting the idea in one of their amazing fics about Alastor and Vox sharing radio waves and loving that so much that I wanted to put in my own AU (also since it semi reminds me of something I did in my own fic, Bloody Love, where Vox was able to sense when Alastor was pissed by the sudden spike in radio waves and he could hear Alastor pissed off elk scream in his head too!)

But anyway for the Radio Guard AU (yeah i couldnt think of a better name so i settled for that fshdjkf). Before the events of the AU, Vox and Alastor shared a radio wave. It was their own personal little wave that the other could tune into anytime they wanted. It was a way to sense how the other felt of course, but also give the other a little nudge to show that the other was listening. The wave would also play music. It was subtle and faint sometimes, but you could pick up melodies if you strain your ears hard enough. As the music that did play was a mixture of both Alastor and Vox. A way to show they were in sync with each other.

And then the music stopped.

As something happened right before Alastor made his deal with Lucifer and left Alastor resentful to Vox (no spoilers hehe). Anytime Vox tried to tune into the wave, totally not because his guilt was eating him alive, he was met with silence or the hollowness of a song. He could throw the wave out all he wanted, try to reconnect with Alastor, but there was never a response. He was only greeted with a quiet, hollow song. A mockery of the lively swing music him and Alastor shared that he wished he was met with the silence the most.

And then Radio Guard AU happens, where Alastor and Vox reconnect! Vox tries to reach out to Alastor with their shared wave, happy to be reunited and try to make amends, the music was different. It was no longer lively and joyful, a balanced melody to dance to, it was. Off. It felt too fast and too rush, the tempo getting louder and louder as static filled where notes should be. Until final a loud radio screech forces Vox to pull away from the wave in pain. Anytime he tries to listen in, tune into their shared wave, he is met with the painful sharp screeches. Sometimes being static of a radio, other times a cry of an elk. But never the music him and Alastor once shared on their link.

Although sometimes he swears, when he tunes in and the static screech delays, he can hear the first few notes of the swing song they once shared. A faded memory that never truly left.

Radio Guard is a good name, I like it!

And yes them using the radio waved to connect with each other is easily one of my favorite headcanons now, the concept of the white noise being a certain kind of music based on their emotions when they aren't consciously making an attempt at communication is so interesting

Also OW THAT HURT

#ask #⚔️ anon #fanfic #staticradio #radioguard au

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iamthecomet · 3 months

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Heyyy Comet!

I haven't sent a headcanon ask in a long time so here we go:

What animal would the ghouls (gender neutral) be and why?

sending lots of hugs! - @ghouletteanon

This is a fun one! Let's see what I can come up with! Hugs to you tooooo ♡.

Cumulus - Luna Moth. Soft. Delicate. Ethereal

Mountain - Elk or Moose. Quiet. Gentle until he isn't.

Cirrus - Swan. Graceful. Beautiful. Will fuck you up if she feels like it.

Aeon - Bat. Nocturnal. A little odd. Very cute.

Dew - Fox. Clever. Cunning. Goofy. Makes horrifying noises.

Rain - Otter. Adorable. Can be a little aloof, but also very sweet.

Aurora - Dragonfly. Shiny. Energetic. A little weird in the best ways.

Aether - Wolf. Soft. Gentle with his pack. Very protective.

Sunshine - Hummingbird. Flitting everywhere. Energetic. Bright.

Swiss - Panther. Slick. Sly. Always watching even if you can't see him.

Mist - Shark. Mysterious. Friendly sometimes, deadly others.

Ifrit - St. Bernard. Excitable. Loyal. A little dumb (affectionate).

Zephyr - Heron. Odd. Graceful. Efficient.

Omega - Black Bear. Big. Easy. Can be grumpy.

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multiversal-pudding · 1 year

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Murder Drones Headcanon:

The reason why Disassembly Drones are silent hunters/ don’t make monster-y noises when they hunt isn’t because they can’t, but because they were intentionally programmed not to/restricted from that behavior by the human handlers/ tech support workers for the sake of “palatability”/“Professionalism”, to the point where Eldritch J literally had to resort to saying the word Snarl.

Solver Drones like Uzi aren’t limited by this.

+ Some bonus concepts:

Uzi accidentally making a monstrous growl/strange scream-screech-bellow noise while not in full Solver-mode for the first time and just. ‘Was That?? ME??’

The DDs slowly coming loose of these restrictions over time and N or V purring unexpectedly/ getting so emotional these restrictions glitch and they manage to roar/growl/purr out of sheer rage/sadness/joy

Uzi not realizing she can purr leading to cute moments

Uzi subconsciously making bat like chirps/insect like trills when curious/examining an interesting scavenged part

N, V, and Uzi all being intimidating, only for Uzi to roar and accidentally startle the other two (lol)

Uzi/V/N feeling discomforted by the implication that, at least in some way, Uzi’s more monstrous/dangerous than (what they thought was) the Apex Predator, the Murder Drones, and this being tied to that idea

Different Solver Drones having different ways they mutate/ different traits, different sounds, just being generally different (Doll having her own strange, haunting noises?)

In general, there’s a ton of potential in like the idea of “Weird mix of biological and mechanical elements” for like. Descriptive elements and stuff- Sirens mixed with screeches, Chainsaw/Motor like growls, Metal Screeching/Heavy Machinery noises, electronic corruption sounds mixed with elk screams/crocodile bellowing/roaring-

#Murder drones #murder drones headcanons #murder drones headcanon #Murder drones spoilers #Murder Drones fic ideas?#Idk #Feel free to use btw- probs gonna use some of these myself too-

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hxney-lemcn · 6 months

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I'm curious do you have anything cooking up for finntress x reader? Imo there's no point in choosing if you can love both

summary: headcanons for how you end up with Finn and Huntress Wizard (gn! reader)

tw: none that I can think of.

a/n: I love Huntress Wizard and Finn, I hope I did them both some justice with this one lol

wc: 0.5k

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❥You were friends with Huntress Wizard first. You were drawn in by her charm. She was real down to Earth. Her love of the wilderness was something you found yourself connecting with, and you’d help her with forest upkeep when you had free time.

❥There were many moments of thrill, where you’d have to help get rid of invasive species or come across a hostile animals. Even more moments of serenity. It was these moments you found yourself growing fonder of her, a deep affection that’s a bit stronger than just friendly.

❥When you finally recognized these feelings, they were quickly squashed. You went to find Huntress Wizard, she could be hard to find due to her job, but you always managed. Only…this time you couldn’t help but wish you never found her. She was sitting close to a guy with a white bear hat and blue clothes. Of course you recognized him as the hero of Ooo, Finn.

❥You couldn’t help but watch for a few moments, feeling hopeless as they both were smiling at each other. The looks in their eyes gave away everything.

❥Unable to watch any more, you went to leave, only for Huntress Wizard to call out your name. Your gut twisted, as you wanted nothing more than to just go home, but you knew that wasn’t in the books anymore.

❥Little did you know, that moment would change your life for the better…kind of.

❥You found yourself in a new dilemma. You found yourself falling for both Huntress Wizard and Finn.

❥Just like Huntress Wizard, Finn had his own boyish charm. He was cheery and found the good in any situation. It was honestly hard not to fall for him.

❥You had found out from Jake that Finn and Huntress Wizard aren't exactly dating. They’re totally a thing, it’s obvious with the fact that they see each other all the time on outings that are suspiciously similar to dates.

❥The odd thing…they seemed to have started inviting you out on these…’outings’. Finn had become more touchy, he’d fist bump you more, bump your shoulder, just small things. Huntress Wizard also was more affectionate…in her own way. She’d give you gifts to help you (not an elk heart thankfully). You weren’t sure how to feel at first. Were they just being nice? No, because Huntress Wizard always said what she meant. Still…you weren’t exactly sure what their intentions were.

❥So one day, you finally get the courage to ask. You all were having a picnic and Finn had offered you some of his food. All your emotions seemed to bubble up when you finally asked “What am I to you two?”

“What do you mean?” Huntress Wizard asked as Finn furrowed his eyebrows.

“I-you…the way you're treating me…it's almost like…” It was hard for you to finish the sentence.

“We all care about each other a bunch,” Finn shrugged.

“Yeah,” Huntress Wizard nodded. “There doesn’t really need to be a label.”

❥That’s when you finally understood their dynamic. And you couldn’t be happier that they included you into it as well.

#adventure time x reader #fionna and cake x reader #finn mertens x reader #huntress wizard x reader #finn the human x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake #finn mertens #finn the human #huntress wizard

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shoezuki · 5 days

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Theresbeen many a drunk headcanon and they be fun and funky but it got me thinking bout clumsiness outside of bein drunk.

Gepard seems very sure-footed. He's the captain of the guard, always leading, never showing hesitation lest it brings nerves upon his troops. I don't think he's some sorta balance god but I do think he's a steady guy that isn't really bumping into anything.

Sampo gives off cat vibes to me, I can imagine him scuttling up a wall jus to tiptoe across its top as if it was nothing. He's doin lil hops and skips just to show off a little. Whilst Geppie is strong in his stance and motion, Sampo is graceful but not really in a delicate way? He's got the smugness of a cat but his grace is more akin to an elk. It's got weight behind it but you can tell he's not fallin anytime soon.

But I like to think he's extremely used to having everything mapped out. He has places for everything and whilst it doesn't at all look neat, he knows exactly where everything is.

His coffee table is always crooked but he simply bends out of the way as he walks past, head in a stack of documents. There's stuff all over the floor but he's tiptoeing between them without hesitation. He has cabinets full of anything and everything, look in them and god knows what his file sorting system is but you ask for something specific and he makes a beeline for the bottom left drawer, stuffs his hand to the back and pulls it out instantly.

With Gep, he's also orderly. He knows where everything is but because it's neat. Even his pens are organised by colour and use. He's not a neat-freak, he's just grown up to always put things back where he found it when he's done and having shared sleepin spaces for so long with fellow soldiers, knows that keeping everything in its place makes things less stressful.

He knows better than to mess with Sampo's files or move any of his 'work' stuff but he's defo moving tidbits off the floor and pushing furniture back against the wall. Like, why is the sofa in the middle of the room??? How does someone do that in the first place???

So now Sampo, as aware and confident as he is, is now tripping over everything. He's knocked his shin on the coffee table 3 times in one day. He's stubbed his toe on the sofa and fully fallen to the ground, he's gone to grab something off the floor (where it usually is) only to realise it's no longer there and just stand in the middle of the room, looking lost, staring into space for 5 minutes.

He feels like he's been invaded. Never had to shrug off Natasha's questioning so often when she comments on a new bruise or scrape. He's not even getting them on the field!!!! That stool was perfectly fine in front of the cupboard. That's where he liked it.

But like hell is he gonna tell Gepard that. He's tried to some extent but it's only led to long circle talk. After all, it's unsurprisingly hard to explain that you like your furniture layout to look like someone's lost a fight in your home and having things not in the way is mildly disturbing.

This was meant to be about clumsiness. They're gettin away from me again XD

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YesyesyesYES SBGDV god they both have like. Theyre own sense of order. Like gepard's is the most blatant. Hes got a Schedule ok he has an order to how he does things and when he does things and where stuff goes.

But sampo seems Chaotic. Like his things seem to be a mess and all disjointed and over the place but To Him he has like. A System. He has no fucking clue what that system is and can Not explain it whatsoever but hes got it. Sure its a mess and no one knows how he can possible operate like this and especially concerning his bomb making its crazy he hasnt blown himself up yet but it Works.

Them living together is Hilarious cuz if this. Like gepard needs things where theyre 'supposed' to be, while sampo shifts his things n environment according to Him. Mfers in a silent war cuz they keep moving shit back to where They think its sposed to be. Like sampo keeps shifting the coffee table to the left and at a bit of an angle so that he can rest his feet on it from the sofa but gep keeps moving it back cuz its Supposed To Be Exactly 2 feet from the sofa and Right in the middle of the fucking rug, sampo. Every late night sampo moves the dishes around seemingly randomly so that his favourite bowls and mugs are easily reachable while he cooks and every morning gepard gets up and reorganizes the cupboards by size and type of dish while he makes coffee.

Theyre engaging in domestic psychological warfare

#fight FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT #does belobog have dishwashers. cuz if so they absolutely fight over how the dishwasher should be loaded #🥃#anon #sampard

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possumkingluca · 7 months

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i would like to share my headcanons for the honor among thieves cast's subclasses and my reasoning for them (some of these have effectively if not already been confirmed but mnjsnjsngsnjm)

Edgin: College of Valor Bard / (one of the more physical bard subclasses and also it feels right. there's swords but the flavor isn't the same. half tempted to say eloquence but the flavor isn't all there either.) Holga: Path of the Totem Warrior (Elk) / (Elk Totem warrior cause she's from the Elk Tribe and also the being nimble on your feet feels right (Rare Elk W). I was considering berserker cause it's one of the very few not magic inclined barbarian subclasses but frenzy is a dumb ability and it makes me mad and i'm not gonna do that to her.) Simon: Wild Magic Sorcerer / (confirmed but also that's literally the only correct sorcerer subclass for him. that's just the correct option.) Doric: Circle of the Moon Druid / (confirmed via her statblock but i'll give my reasonings anyway. Moon druid is all about wildshape which.... yeah. Also they're described as 'fierce guardians of the wilds' which i think fits with the Emerald Enclave.) Xenk: Oath of the Ancients / (Somewhat confirmed? He talks about the tenants of the ancients which... yeah. Also it's described as 'as old as the race of elves and the rituals of the druids.' which y'know he's lived for 5 gagillion years because being partially undead does that to a mf so) Forge: Mastermind Rogue / (Described as: 'Your focus is on people and on the influence and secrets they have. Many spies, courtiers, and schemers follow this archetype, leading lives of intrigue. Words are your weapons as often as knives or poison, and secrets and favors are some of your favorite treasures.' HMMMMMMMM. Also some features from it: 'Insightful Manipulator' 'Misdirection' 'Soul of Deceit'. bro. he's literally a conman this is just the correct subclass option for him.) Sofina: School of Necromancy Wizard / (i don't think i need to explain why the UNDEAD wizard following a LICH would be a necromancy wizard i think that's pretty clear actually.) also for funsies: Kira: Arcane Trickster Rogue / (her eventually becoming a rogue makes the most sense to me, the other classes don't feel right for her. i also think the touch of magic from arcane trickster fits her well. i mean she already has that pendant and magic items are a gateway drug.)

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