#this started with a simple headcanon

[midnightangel155]

Just thought this would be cute.

We all know how Kristoff was raised by trolls. And I was thinking what if Scott was somehow raised by llamas or at least people who are part llama/are llama hybrids.

Like- wouldn't that be cute??

Also he definitely talks to his llamas whenever he is stressed or is just telling them stories. He can understand llamas. Not animals. Just llamas. Nothing more. Nothing less.

((Example of that ^

Sausage was once walking around the empires cuz idk- he was bored?? And he overheard Scott ranting to his llamas. And since Sausage can talk/understand animals he knows what the llamas tell Scott.))

Okay- I know Scott's birthday is like- 3 months away but- imma just put this here

Scott has been given a llama for a birthday present. From Sausage ofc. Scott loved it.

Also, since Owen is in empires now as a llama. Imagine if the actual llama turned into Owen. Like- imagine seeing Owen but with llama features! Kinda like Scott's but his are less rainbow more orange.

((Example of that ^

Scott walks into the Tavern to see if his llama is still there: *sees Owen human w/llama features*

Owen: Hi Scott! :D

Scott: Uhm..who are you and what have you done with my best friend?! *pulls out his sword*

Owen: Uhm....Scott I'm Owen?

Scott: 👁️👄👁️ Wut? Owen's a llama..not you!

Owen: *says one of Scott's secrets he's told his llamas*

Scott: *shooketh* Wha-))

Ok- this has turned from me having a headcanon to a full on brainrot lol- i have more!

Scott's part llama(at least to me) and he ENJOYS head pats. Like LOVES them.

He knits. Like- he makes all his clothing all from scratch. He doesn't buy them. He shears his sheep and makes clothes out of the wool.

He is the reason why fWhips pickle business has a sign that says "Do not smelt the pickles into dye due to threat of war". How did he know? Well...llama. One of the llamas told him. Idk how they found out but yeah. The llamas were being snitches.

Occasionally, he falls asleep in either the barn or with the llamas. Like- he forgets to go to his house to sleep and just go get them Zs with the llamas.

People think he's wierd cuz of his heterochromia. People don't tell him that tho because this llama man is sensitive. Like- he WILL get sad IMMEDIATELY.

The designs on his best friends or...in my case his children, are all handmade by him. He also gifts people the stuff he knits.

He can paint and draw REALLY well. I can just imagine him making a family portrait for Joel, Sausage and Hermes. His favorite artwork was when he decided to paint/draw the flower fields.

Scott is friends/neutrals with everyone. Like he definitely is. He is happy llama man and I wanna keep it that way UnU.

Gem has bees right? And exports like- beeswax, honey, basically anything a bee can make. Scott provides the flowers she uses for pollen.

He makes flower crowns for EVERYONE and ANYONE who enters Chromia.

((Example of that ^

Hermes once visited Chromia alone because they know very well the way back to Stratos. And when they reached the "Rainbow man" (that's what I imagine they calls Scott) kingdom they were taught how to make flower crowns by Scott because APPARENTLY neither Joel or Sausage taught them how to. Scott said that they were being horrible parents for not teaching their child such a WONDERFUL thing, as a joke ofc.))

He has long hair. He grew it out when he was out traveling the world looking for new things to add to his collection. It grew till the top half of his back.

He definitely does his nails. Also, Lizzie is a cat and she has long nails( kinda like a cats nails but a bit shorter) and Scott has offered to decorate them because according to him they looked PLAIN. Lizzie of course agreed to this and her nails have NEVER been so good looking. She comes to Chromia every month for her nails.

I think- that's all for now lol- MIGHT add more tho

#empires smp 2 #scott smajor #headcanon #ldshadowlady #mythicalsausage #smallishbeans #geminitay #owengejuicetv #Owen is also part llama like scott #empires smp 2 headcanons #fWhip #hermes #they/them pronouns for hermes #this started with a simple headcanon #into me having a scott brainrot #im addicted to this man- HELP ME #I wanna go to Chromia #midnightchat #scott is a llama

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Some doodles of the Ninja, as well as some of my Chad Headcanons™ on the Ninja Team and what characteristics they retain after turning into something non-human:

Zane and Pixal: well. They're Nindroids. They've got cool metallic platings and armour. On a bad day they might quite literally glitch and spark. On a good day they'll recite random facts due to having access to the Internet.

Cole: He still has that scar after travelling through the Rift of Return; it often flickers or just starts ""smoking"" whenever he's stressed or anxious, and to calm himself down he listens to the songs his parents danced to.

Lloyd: He's part oni and dragon so of course he's going to have characteristics from both. Horns from the oni, pointed ears from the dragons, and that Zagreus eye colour scheme because he's Garmadon's son and the Green Ninja.

Jay: He may be human now but he was /so close/ to turning into a Fangpyre. Hence, his canines are still elongated to resemble fangs, and the freckles that miraculously appeared are actually scales that never fully managed to disappear.

Nya: Since she was stuck as the ocean for a whole year, she still retains the horns of her dragon form, as well as pointed ears because she was a /dragon/. Sometimes, when it's really dark, the markings of the ocean on her skin just. light up. Bioluminescent girl

Kai: literally nothing. He gets trauma for seeing everyone lose their humanity

#ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago zane #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago nya #ninjago lloyd #ninjago pixal #ninjago headcanons #ninjago fanart #myart #nonhuman #it started with a simple 'kai's a mommy's boy for staying human the entire show' and here we are #digital art #digital aritst #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #i dont actually know what fandom calls him #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #artoftheagni

[sky-neverending]

Eddie doesn't like crying in front of other people. He never has. He's fine with other people crying in front of him. He thinks it's good to get your emotions out around someone you trust.

But he just can't do it. He's not used to talking about his feelings in front of other people, not without getting shut down or berated. It had been like that all his life, engrained in him by his father at an early age. Crying made him weak. Crying in front of others made him weaker.

And as much as he knew that wasn't true at all, it was something that he couldn't shake. It was stuck in him, buried under years and years of repressed emotions and hidden trauma.

So, when he's at Steves one night and there's a loud *bang* from outside, he doesn't know what to do. They both freeze up, stuck like deer in headlights. The bang is followed by the shouts of what sounds like college boys. They aren't angry shouts, or scared shouts. If anything, they're amused shouts.

Steve unfreezes, taking a breath. "Probably just some kids messing around on their weekend off," he says, and yeah, it makes sense. But it brings Eddie right back to that night, to Chrissy. Brings him back to Jason and his crew. Brings him back to the moment he nearly died.

And he can't take it.

He breaks. The tears start before he can even comprehend what's happening, and he's on his knees, hands curled in his hair, and everything is too loud and too bright and too much.

"Eddie?" Steve asks, and it breaks him from his spiral. He springs up and toward the direction of the door, blurred vision stopping him from getting far. Steve calls out again, this time closer in proximity. "Eddie? Eddie, please listen to me." He says something else, but Eddie doesn't listen. All he can hear are screams in his head. His own, his fathers, Chrissy's, Jasons, his fathers again.

He collapses. Steve catches him just in time, pulling him close. "Eddie, I need you to breath," he says. Eddie tries. It doesn't work. Steve is watching him break down and there's nothing he can do about it because at this point, he's numb, body stuck to the ground, limbs frozen.

There's a hand in his hair, stroking it lightly. That's the first thing he feels besides the overwhelming sense of panic. It isn't his own. It's Steves. Steve is stroking his hair. "You're going to be okay," he whispers. Eddie almost believes it.

Steve holds onto him tighter. Whispers more encouragements into his ear. Runs his fingers up and down Eddie's back, applying just enough pressure that it starts to break Eddie whatever state he had fallen into.

"You're okay," Steve says. "Everything is okay."

Eddie finally speaks. "I'm sorry," he says, and the tears keep going, soaking his collar and Steve's sleeves.

"No." Steve says. "No. You don't have anything to be sorry for."

"Oh," is all Eddie says in response. He takes a risk, burying him head into Steve's shoulder.

Steve lets him.

"Deep breaths," he says. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Eddie believes him. And he lets himself cry.

#tw panic attack #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve and eddie #stranger things fanfiction #this started off as a simple headcanon post and turned into...this #sky writes

[ne-nene-ne]

Imagine being Nagi’s crush and Reo getting jealous, unsure whether it's because you're taking Nagi's attention or because he also likes you

seishiro nagi × fem!reader × reo mikage

- nagi is the primary love interest while reo has a one-sided crush on you (mostly from his pov too)

- includes a smidge of angst I'd say, (well actually not just a smidge teehee)

When Nagi was developing a crush on you, Reo was the first to notice. You were classmates, and you caught Nagi’s attention by playing the same mobile video game he did.

As Nagi was walking through the school yard with Reo, his ears perked up when he heard the familiar sounds of attacking noises and fanfare from his beloved game. Following the source of the sound, he found you, sitting on the bench and indeed playing the same video game that he did. You seemed so happy in your own little world that he didn't want to bother you. Instead, he would often peek behind your shoulder at a distance to see your progress. Your gaming tactics interested him.

Reo found the whole thing amusing at first. He elbowed Nagi lightly, "Why not just approach her and ask her about it instead of watching her like a creep?" Reo wouldn’t have encouraged him if he knew how this would eventually play out.

Nagi took his advice and approached you during those rare moments when you were having difficulty defeating a boss. You were incredibly concentrated on your phone screen, with your brows furrowed and teeth subtly biting your lower lip. It was an unusual sight to see that he finally felt the need to step in.

"Use that spell and use that attack at the same time, he'll be much easier to defeat", he says, earning a startled reaction from you as the silver-haired boy seemed to appear out of nowhere. Yet, you do as he says and end up finishing off the boss with ease.

You say your thanks, introduce yourselves, and segway into talking more about the game (and also exchange player ID's). The two of you began talking to each other more often.

This would be the beginning of Reo's 'dislike' for you.

Reo's irritation would increase when Nagi noticeably had you on his mind constantly.

Even with Reo next to him, Nagi's mind would still wander off to you. “I wonder if she’s online…”, he'd mutter and frequently check his phone, hoping that your active status would be green. The fact that Nagi would check nearly every 2 minutes particularly pissed him off.

In class, Nagi would come over to your desk, pull up a chair, whip his phone out, and you two would play the video game together. Poor Reo would be off to the side, sulking while his eyes were drilling holes into you. He'd be muttering to himself.

So what if you liked the same game as Nagi? What made you so special? Was it the way you'd sweetly smile at him whenever you saw him coming? Or was it the way your eyes lit up whenever he gave you a helpful tip to win? And that soft laugh whenever you thought he was being a bit silly. How annoying… Your blatant 'flirting' was irritating the hell out of him.

Reo was cut off from his thoughts when you suddenly called his name, beckoning him to come over with that same sweet smile of yours. And for a reason he couldn't comprehend, it made his heart beat a little bit quicker. What did you possibly want from him? He swallowed thickly as he approached you two. Turns out you wanted to learn how he and Nagi got into soccer as you noticed them practicing on the field after school.

'Is this your attempt to be nice? How dare you try to act so considerate when you're the root of the problem. I don't need your pity', Reo would think. Yet, he found himself answering all of your questions so willingly. Your eyes, brimming with genuine curiosity, were getting to him as he spoke that he ended up inviting you to watch their practice without thinking. Of course, you said yes.

Before he could come up with something to change your mind, the teacher came in and began class. He mentally punched himself. What was he doing? You were the enemy and he invited you to spend more time with them. But those eyes– It was those bright eyes that gazed at him while he spoke of his passions that got him carried away. He wanted more of it. You found his weak spot and he hated it.

And so you'd show up to their practices to watch them play. The moment both boys saw your figure waving at them, they'd instinctively try to show off. For Nagi, he hadn't realized it himself until he thought it odd that he wanted to put in a little more effort that day. (but that was just the effect you had on him). And for Reo, well, he just reasoned that if anyone at all was watching him, there's no doubt he'd want to look great.

But halfway through practice, he questioned himself. What was the use? You were looking at Nagi most of the time and not him anyway.

You had gained more of their affection when you brought them their favorite drinks and snacks once practice was over. Nagi would definitely eat most of the snacks you brought while you and Reo had to scold him to not eat either of yours. A muffled, "Thanks for the snacks, y/n" would come out of Nagi's mouth, now full of chips, and Reo would mutter a small "...thanks" (If you tell him to speak up or that you couldn't hear him, you'd get a rise out of him for sure, hehe)

And this would sorta be your routine with them. You would watch and wait for them to be done with practice and you three would hang out together afterwards.

Rather, in Reo's pov, it was more like you and Nagi hanging out while he was basically just third-wheeling, no matter how much you attempted to include him in your conversations with Nagi.

The interactions you two had were just different. The looks, smiles, and light touches that you'd give to Nagi weren’t the same ones you'd give to him. It was frustrating that what he wanted was right there but he could never have it.

And so maybe he could finally admit to himself that he's just jealous– Jealous that you were stealing both his best friend and his heart.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro #reo mikage #bllk x reader #honestly idk how i felt about writing this one #i started off with a simple love triangle idea but idek what i came up with lol #this one just seems so loooong in comparison to the first two posts i made #and what type of writing would you even call this? cause they're not even pure headcanons #it's like a mix of drabble + hcs? #someone help me pls #also that ending sounds kinda cheesy haha #but whatevs #rip reo #now I'm thinking of writing nagi bf hcs which will most likely be shorter than this #should i make a writing blog?? #I'll think about it #nagi x reader #reo x reader

[steddie-there]

Eddie has a lot of nicknames for Steve - Stevie, sweetheart, big boy, baby, darlin', it seems like he adds new ones every week - and Steve adores every single one. The way Eddie beams when he says "Stevie." How he winks when he calls him "darlin'." The once over he gives Steve as he tacks on a "big boy" to whatever it is he just said that Steve can't properly process now because all he can do is stare at Eddie's lips.

But Steve's favorite?

It's the day his parents call to say they aren't coming back to Hawkins. That the house in the Hamptons is just so much more comfortable for the two of them. That they don't care what he does with the other house, the house he grew up in, the house he still lives in, as long as they don't have to deal with it. He doesn't even hear the flimsy excuses they give for leaving him behind because all it sounds like to Steve is "whatever you do, just don't bother us anymore."

He wants to scream, to smash something, to tear the entire house to pieces when he hangs up the phone. But what he does instead is lay on his bed, his arms wrapped around his knees, staring at the wallpaper he wishes he could set on fire.

Which is how Eddie finds him an hour later when he comes over for their weekly movie night.

"Stevie?" he calls, coming up the stairs, worry in his voice. Steve can hear him pause in the doorway before he comes over to the bed. Feels the mattress dip as Eddie sits next to him.

"Hey, sunshine," he says and Steve hasn't heard that one before but it doesn't really matter at the moment.

"Not feeling particularly sunny right now, Eds," he scoffs. Or tries, since his voice is a lot wobblier than he wants it to be.

Eddie doesn't say anything, just lays a gentle hand on Steve's shoulder, tugs a little to get Steve to turn toward him. He resists for half a second, but he also can't deny Eddie anything, even now, so he rolls to face him.

"Storm clouds, thunder, rain, doesn't really matter, you're still my sunshine," Eddie murmurs with a soft smile, pushing Steve's hair back from his face.

And Steve can't help it then, can't stop the sob that tears from his chest as he curls against Eddie. Eddie, who doesn't even know what happened yet, doesn't know why Steve is sobbing into his shoulder, doesn't know that Steve isn't wanted, but who wraps him up in his arms and hangs on tight anyway.

He's humming something as he rubs a hand up and down Steve's back, the vibrations rumbling into Steve's chest and its soothing and soon Steve's sobs are hiccuping breaths. Eddie doesn't let go though, doesn't move away, and now he's softly singing into Steve's ear and Steve almost wants to laugh because of course that's what he's singing. Of course he is.

But Steve doesn't laugh because it's perfect actually and so he just tucks his face against Eddie's neck and listens and breathes and decides it doesn't matter if his parents don't want him because Eddie does. Because with every note Eddie is telling him he makes him happy, that he loves him, that he doesn't ever want to lose him.

And Steve is finally able to lean back just a little, tell Eddie what happened. Sees the storm clouds roll over Eddie's face on his behalf, knows he really does mean it when he tells Steve he'll help him burn down that house in the Hamptons if he wants. Presses their foreheads together with a shaky laugh as he tells Eddie its okay, he's okay, he's going to be okay.

Eddie sighs, softly kisses his cheek. "What can I do to help?"

"Stay?" Steve asks, "Just stay with me?"

And Eddie is nodding, shifting so he can lay down and tuck Steve tight against him. They're quiet now and Steve listens to the beat of Eddie's heart, feels it pulse against the hand he has splayed across Eddie's chest. Tentatively asks, "Could you maybe keep singing? Until -"

Until what? Until he falls asleep? Until it doesn't hurt anymore? Until he really believes what Eddie was singing?

But it doesn't matter because Eddie just starts humming right where he left off and Steve falls asleep to words he can feel in the vibrations of Eddie's voice under his ear and the soothing fingertips moving up and down his arm.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

So, yeah, sunshine is definitely Steve's favorite nickname.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

Because when he has a rotten day - he has to deal with a terrible customer or the teens are being particularly bratty or the whine of the dying vcr at work rewinding a tape sounded a little too much like a horde of demon bats shrieking across the sky -

You'll never know dear how much I love you.

Eddie takes one look at him and gives him that certain soft smile. "C'mere, sunshine," he says, laying down on the couch and pulling Steve on top of him, running gentle fingers through his hair. And he quietly sings until Steve's shoulders relax and his breath evens out and there is no place else in the world he would rather be.

Please don't take my sunshine away.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #i just really love the idea of eddie thinking of steve as the bright point of his universe #and calling him sunshine because thats what steve is to him - this beautiful blazing bright person who he loves and who loves him in return #and also i love this song because its simple but it really says so much #also as good as fics with steves parents/dad being abusive assholes can be #i subscribe to the 'steves parents are incredibly neglectful' headcanon #as far as im concerned they started abandoning him as soon as he stopped being a toy for them to dress up and force to play perfect family

[unproduciblesmackdown]

set out to create a serious, canonesque drawing with which to say "feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me mystery speculate" but only got going when i made it bowling and the rarepair agenda

#not that i imagine anything w/mordecai's Rare so much as: diluted range of possibilities lol. probably someones on that mordecai/virgil life #when it turns out it takes several tries to start to get more solid footing at drawing characters for the first time: What The????? #i actually don't think i ever tried drawing lackadaisy before; against all odds....if i had i would've had a head start lol #lackadaisy #corned beef #any collectively used pairing name here? mordenico? nicodecai? in absence of otherwise Knowing: #nicodeme savoy #mordecai heller #me in '07 going oh my GOD this ART!!!! me in '23 going oh my GOD this ART!!!! & guess how i've always felt years in between #goddd perusing the gallery bonus art afresh recently just like WOWWW i'm SOOO #the collages of full-body drawings for book purchases i think like my GOD i love to see it. plus that the Extra Stuff gallery means there's #such a variety like. stuff that's clearly noncanon; stuff that could be / kinda is; jokes; portraits; story / characters insight....waaughh #also shoutout to everyone behind all the mordecais in KS Backer Art 1 & 2 like ''sexy mordecai please'' apparently lmao. hell yeah #anyways my Marigold Bowling Team headcanons are simple and straightforward: nicodeme w/the muscle can get a strike from the force of having #hit one pin that smashes into all the others; but don't underestimate his versatility. mordecai with the precision / method & absolutely #who you want trying to hit the only pin left on the lane. serafine's got like serpentine curveballs changing velocity halfway down the lane #and they've All got pointing a gun at the people setting pins / returning balls b/c that wasn't automated back in the twenties #back when everyone had customized printed tees....oh fun fact. a real live kitty cat crinkled that first pic's paper by jumping on it #or really; ricocheting off of it. classic #also the ''i want people to seriously consider nicodeme/mordecai. but also sillily'' purposes have me using Close Contact as a shorthand #it's earnest and can sure be [longhand] too but you go ''You Could Never HC Datingly Affection ft. An Always Touch Averse Character'' & i? #well i scoff derisively and slowly swivel my chair around to face you; arms crossed; smhing....hah. how greatly you underestimate my power. #you're throwing [hcs for a romance ft. an autistic character] & [that ft. an asexual character] & i'm grabbing them midair & Sips Them #ha ha why these replenish my health And experience bars.... #Never Be Afraid To Forget To Draw Mordecai's Glasses Or That You Also Put Your Thumb In A Bowling Ball....he's warming up. or w/e. #nicodeme w/the boxing experience shoulders massage trope. giving that pep talk #or you can go ''get a strike or we kill you'' b/c you never have to find out if he's joking or not #mordecai unfazed b/c that's the stakes in this business (bowling) & he's autistic so always having to ignore Everyone being weird/confusing #haven't come up with a lackadaisy's team bowling pun name lol. #still feel free to go in my lackadaisy tag and help me brainstorm mitzi n mordecai's murder mystery ;w; enrichment

[kaidabakugou]

bakugou is the type of guy that guesses who the killer is every time you watch crime shows with him.

just blurts it out at the beginning of the episode and ends up getting it right every time at the end, basically spoiling it.

same thing if you guys are watching crime documentaries or listening to murder podcasts. just pointing out little details that give the case away and it has you both bickering back and forth about it like if it were an actual case you two are working on.

a little bonus for AITA podcasts, he gossips about it with you and has the same reactions while listening to the story. and answers if they are the asshole or not like if he was the one on the podcast.

the wedding ones are one of his favorites because he likes to see when you get heated over some shitty thing some random mother in law or bridesmaid did that ruined the wedding for the bride.

making the mental note when you let slip some specific details you’d like in your wedding while you get lost in your rant. making sure to remember them for the day he proposes and starts wedding planning with you.

#this is totally self-indulgent cus me and my bf do this and everytime i think of bakugou when we do #i should start labeling all of these random lifestyle blurbs but i haven’t thought about a self ship name yet #kaisuki maybe? #OMG HOW AM I GONNA LABEL THE KIRIBAKU ONES? #a simple kats eiji kai ig? #😫 #problem for later open to suggestions tho #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bakugou drabble

[throughtrialbyfire]

thinking about dragons and their impact on the surroundings of their lairs, especially in places or seasons that conflict with their elements. fire dragons in snowy climates, frost dragons in hot climates, things like that.

for example, perhaps word gets around in a small community, too far from their walled city to have the protection they need, as to what paths to take up the snowy mountains so as not to fall into the clutches of one of these risen beasts. perhaps even the signs that one is close to a lair. what to watch out for. behavior changes in animals, or even changes in the types of flora growing up the paths. not even the sabre cats, brave, hardy beasts of the wild, will venture that far north up that stretch of road, not for prey, not for anything.

perhaps a traveler stops by at this small community's inn, for work or for trade or just for a night's rest. asks the innkeeper for work. the innkeeper, half-pleading, hands over a piece of parchment. "the jarl's men dropped this by today, maybe you can look into it."

but it's not from the jarl's men. it's nowhere near the plumed, neat calligraphy of anyone in the hold's court. the traveler can see it, plain as day, this is a town's desperate cry for help. maybe their children have thought themselves fit to fight a dragon. maybe they never came home. livestock taken here and there, or soldiers wandered off for the city never to be seen because they missed the crucial signs of a dragon's lair.

whatever the case, the traveler rests for the night. by morning, the plan is made, to see this dragon and where it resides with their own eyes.

the town is collectively holding its breath. some had chided the innkeeper for dragging an outsider into their mess. some had praised the innkeeper. whatever the case, a town is waiting to see if this person, too, joins the piles of bones.

at first, the incline up the pathway isn't so bad. the traveler finds their footing. the snow makes things difficult, and when it starts to come down in sheets, the way ahead is hard to see. but after ducking into a cave and starting a small campfire, waiting, the snow passes, and the journey begins again.

there's nothing out of the ordinary at first, to the point the traveler thinks it was all a joke to play on some adventure-craving stranger. but then, they notice with furrowed brow, the wildlife has become less and less. where once was cavebears and frost trolls, things the traveler took down with ease nowadays, there's the occasional deer. a frost rabbit. nothing much larger, it seems. and the snow is getting thinner, softer, and the traveler curses to themself on how they should have worn sturdier boots for the slush they begin to traverse through.

the snow turns into mud, and where the air once felt clear, there's a pervading sense of smoke, something off in the distance and indescribable. not quite like flesh burning, not quite like wood. the plants, too, seem to have noticed. the tops of trees, after a certain height, are shorn off as though something massive scraped its heel along their grand heights. the traveler looks up, but all they see are the trees, the bare sky, the dark closing in.

the path twists in odd angles, but now there's bones along its length. deer, wolves, a cave bear skull or two. fresh ones, dead ones, an intoxicating smell of decay. the traveler tenses. pushes a hand over their nose. keeps going, despite the smell, the oily scraps still there along the ridge of a frost troll's spine.

the snow is all but gone now. in its place, thick grasses. odd, the traveler thinks, how this deep in winter and this high up the mountain, it's as though it were spring. the grasses scratch their mud-caked boots and pull the traveler up the further incline, beckoning the curiosity that burns deeper into them. the bones have become a common sight. some are even of men. and the stench of fire has become more evident than before.

at the final stretch of road, the traveler takes in their surroundings. what was once frost, ice, and wild, is now silent beyond anything they have ever experienced. all animals, as though warned by kynareth herself, have fled this mountain. there's a stench of rot along the plants, as though the heat is decaying their leaves, and the traveler has to take a moment to remove their thick outer garments to stop the heat from taking them, too.

at last, they find the dragon.

perched atop a wall in scrawled script no one alive could surely know, sleeping among its collection of bones, the sky stinks of sulfur and fire. the ground is cracked, mangled by the sudden disappearance of all moisture. the trees have gone from lush, vital evergreens to scorched husks, dark shadows, stark and sharp against one another. no insects squirm. no birds fly.

there is only the fire dragon, and a traveler who thinks themself brave enough to face it.

#skyrim #tesblr #tes v #tes v skyrim #skyrim headcanon #does this count as a fic. i have no idea #this started off as a simple headcanon post and became This AUGH #my writing #bishop.txt

[tsub1t]

what is bro yapping about 😂😂😂

alt

#starting off with something simple #i wanna illustrate some headcanons of mine but it'll take some time #my art #art #artists on tumblr #present mic #yamada hizashi

[department-of-landing-strategies]

Percy Weasley HC

After the war, Marcus insisted that Percy move into a relatively big house with him, Oliver, Audrey, and Penny. When I say big house, I usually imagine between orphange and Burrow (tbh the Burrow itself is kind of big) but a few extra rooms big. Due to Percy being a parental and/or sibling figure to a lot of people, it usually isn't just the five of them even if you ignore the existence of Percy's canon kids. Most of the time, other people are over, it's his neices and nephews due to him having favourite uncle status. However they have been times where it's been kids in Harry's or Ginny's year that looked up to Percy that have dropped by or one of his siblings' spouses have dropped by after an argument with his siblings.

#percy weasley #I'm not sure wether or not the house would have been property of the flint family or started out as abandoned #Flint's parents are only aware of Marcus and Percy living there and not th other three #i think Marcus would have only introduced Percy to his parents #partly out of fear that introducing one of the other three would have ended in at best disownment #i have just now realised how often I refer Penelope Clearwater as Penny #this started out as a simple headcanon of Marcus buys an abandoned orphange and decides to renovate and live in it after the war #now the other four beloveds have gotten involved as I grew Marcus's friendship with them in my head

[stvharrngton]

Imagining riding Steve’s chest…why am I into it? His coarse roughened little tufts of hair nudging into your clit and making you jolt and buck against him even more. Jesus help me. 😵‍💫😩

anon i cannot get this out of my mind

ughsgshs and imagine him gripping your hips so tightly as he pulls you back and forth over his chest hard and fast bc he knows the sensation of his rough chest hair against your clit drives you wild and he just wants to see you make a mess all over his chest and he spanks you every now and then and you’re just a mess above him moaning and whining his name over and over SIGH

#ivy look what you’ve started #i am a simple woman!!! stop encouraging me to be a whore. #it doesn’t take a lot #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #Anonymous #asks #k.hc

[bagelbucket]

violently sobbing at the fact that the star Avior is a binary star where every 2-ish years, it and another star are gravitationally bound to each other in orbit

#I READ THAT AND STARTED FUCKING SOBBING #HOW LONG DID AVIOR HAVE TO WAIT FOR STARLIGHT? 2-ISH YEARS #FUCK ME IM CRYING #WHY DO I HAVE TO DO RESEARCH ON A WHIM LIKE THIS #redacted asmr #redacted avior #redacted starlight #bagel fan talk #they can line up to create an eclipse seen from earth with simple telescopes #erik what the fuck... #redactedverse #its one of the brightest stars seen by the naked eye.. #but not visible from the northern hemisphere...which is dahlia #idk what the fuck to. idek. im gone. done. sobing #redacted headcanons #redacted theories

[dailypearldoodles]

have you considered a pony pearl?

Day 107

I have now! I'm a big fan of mlp versions of, any character really. Its always so fun!

I've decided that Pearl is a changeling pony hybrid, of sorts? She looks like a normal pony enough, usually her wings act like a changeling's shell and hides her insect wings, and her tail is fluffy enough to cover her insect tail as well. She's kind of an appaloosa pony, and her spots are supposed to mimic the holes in changelings' legs before they transformed. Also, she has no genuine cutie mark.

Uh i dont know what are the limits of a changeling's shapeshifting (and mlp wiki doesnt say anything about that bruh) but Pearl is able to shapeshift parts of her body individually. This is just her default form.

Btw this is based off of Hermitcraft Pearl! If you would like to see any other Pearl...well the ask box is open! 'wink wink nudge nudge improbablygonnadodlandempiresandmaybeevopearlanywayssometimebutstill'

#daily pearl doodles #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #mlp #she likes to play a game of 'how far can i go with talking to this pony without them realizing something may or may not be off about me' #and if they do #she can just shapeshift and gaslight them into thinking they saw wrong lmao #if she does have to have a cutie mark #its a simple full moon with stars surronding it #shes also grians adopted sibling #and maybe adopted gem as a sibling as well #iunno im starting to really lean into the grian-pearl-gem siblings headcanon haha #again her design at its core is basically 'a very normal pony' #mod morph

[dairine-bonnet]

Bastila: Don't worry, you won't have to fight agaist Darth Malak, your task is only to help me find Star Maps. I will defeat Darth Malak myself.

Amnesiac Revan: Yourself? I'm sorry, but you couldn't beat Revan without the help of Malak... so technically Malak defeated Revan... And you lose to a mere newcomer like me in 3 out of 5 duels each time. Are you sure you haven't lost the logical links somewhere along the way?

#mere newcomer hah #here bastila is trying to persuade amnesiac revan to help her find all the star maps #while amnesiac revan - a simple smuggler - has some doubts she wants to be involved into that business #after the dialogue and a couple of star maps later bastila will start hinting that now this is revan who should fight against darth malak d #revan it seems like you brought it on yourself... #kotor #kotor 1 #knights of the old republic #star wars #revan #f!revan #female revan #bastila shan #darth malak #silly thoughts #incorrect kotor quotes #my headcanon? #may the 4th be with you!

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

ok but has the hermitcraft fandom considered

codboy Grian + Watcher wings =

Flying Fish

#hermitcrafting on main again #hermitcraft #grian #hermitcraft grian #hermitcraft headcanon #hermitcraft hc #feather rambles #just think about it ok #grian starts as a simple cod guy #little ears fins and stuff #then the Watcher stuff mutates those little fins into half-fin half-feather #and/or gives him flying fish wings/fins #either way THE PLAY ON WORDS #flying fish #sounds like a good name for an au

[whorror-ghoul]

I fell down an absolute rabbit hole last night of domestic Dew and I think I might hc him as liking to cook now

Just him and Mountain working like absolute madmen this time of year and into the fall when not touring, with Mountain being in charge of the abbey gardens and Dew being one of the ghouls who's in charge of processing, preserving, and storing everything. And new arrivals are always surprised to find out that not only does this crass little bastard of a ghoul enjoys things like this, but he's actually one of the ghouls in charge of it all.

Bc while he's super chaotic onstage, I think a lot of us forget that those two are the oldest ghouls in the line up rn- and I do view Dew as being an older ghoul. He's one of the oldest members of his pack. I even see him as something of a de facto leader when they're on tour and Aether is no longer around as much, but that's a whole other thing.

#I also like to think this whole thing started bc Dew saw a YouTube video on how to make kimchi back in like.... 2018 #and asked Mountain for help and then it became A Thing that they do together #and it grew into him just.... really liking helping the abbey prepare for winter #and he looks forward to spending the fall with mountain and doing something nice and simple that will help his pack #the band ghost #ghost #ghost headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain dew if you squint #(plz do squint)