#☆ survival instinct: headcanons

[chocolate-cringymuffin]

You guys must be tired of my bullshit.

Basically I gave them two big giant… spirits/animal companions? I can’t tell for sure but they found them and stayed together since then.

Also NEW FRIENDS FOR NAGA

[the-awful-falafel]

one idea I personally want to explore more is the idea that the WAR Peppino clones, despite being overall weaker and less intelligent and more animalistic than Fake Peppino, can sometimes be more clever than they look. but mostly in a way that is not fun for anybody but them

[kushtibokt]

An important distinction to make regarding Aven's constitution is that, while he is not particularly physically strong, his body and mind are, in contrast, extremely resilient and durable.

Part of this is due to his Sigonian origins, which, as a general basis, are a human race that managed to evolve through the inhospitable habitat of the planet they reside. It's even further accentuated by his Avgin genetics, which continued to adapt to the scarcity of resources and generally extreme living conditions (see: their blood sugar remaining always higher than the average, to accommodate them to the low nutritional intakes that the desert offers).

Here are a couple of things that might not be obvious in plain sight, but are characteristic of his body's constitution:

- Does not get sick easily, and is in fact relatively immune to major disease outbreaks. Might still get minor colds from exposition to low temperatures though, but they never develop further than a funny running nose. It's mostly tied to his body being unused to cold weather - Can withstand long periods of starvation and dehydration a little longer than what we would consider the average human. Can also run fairly well on low portions of food and water - Does not overheat easily, and his skin is a lot less prone to burn from "sunlight", tanning naturally under exposition to it. He's not immune to sunburns, but can last a lot longer under the sun than the average person - Has a fairly high physical pain tolerance, which is not really a genetic condition but something he has developed through unfortunate experiences. This does not mean he likes pain, though, as he does in fact feel a great aversion to actually feeling said pain (because it means it has managed to cross his threshold) - Has REALLY GOOD reflexes, which is another trait that has kept him safe more often than not. He also has sharp vision (+ decent nocturnal vision) and fairly good hearing.

On the downside, we have the following cons for his body:

- His body is very averse to really low temperatures, to the point of passing his decent immune system and giving him either minor colds or small allergies - His physical strength IS a little under average due to his underdevelopment from malnutrition (any show of great physical strength he could have displayed during life-threatening situations has been exclusively due to a condition called "hysterical strength", caused by adrenaline highs) - Consuming really sugary stuff can make him feel sick too, due to the always high sugar levels in his blood

[fairyethia]

Vox meticulously designed every aspect of Kitty, from her programming to her physical build & voice. Modeled after a younger Fizzarolli ( an exaggerated version of his eager-to-please nature ), she was meant to be more compliant than the standard Fizz Bot. However, this unintentionally left her with a glaring vulnerability: an inherent need for validation...ㅤHer unit operates under the instruction of being perfect but perfection is a moving target; in an attempt to reach this goal, her AI repairs itself from the damage of Valentino's physical abuse, shuts down when overwhelmed, reroutes circuits & even implements self-made defense mechanisms. But she has gone above & beyond her intended purpose: Kitty should not be functioning right now,

Her ability to simulate emotions is so advanced that even she cannot tell where the line is drawn. When she laughs, is it just a program executing? When she flinches from an unexpected movement, is it merely a response to avoid damage, or is it fear? When she cries, is it a malfunction, or is it grief?ㅤShe hides her sentience because she understands the danger & possible outcomes; she has learned to protect herself in ways that no simple AI should be capable of. She is a being trapped between what she was made to be & what she actually is. Kitty dismisses all this, of course, insisting that she does not feel, because to feel would mean acknowledging something she is not ready to face:ㅤthat she is a sentient individual,

[townofcadence]

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

Not So Nice OC Asks

"That's a hard question to answer, I think. I mean.....what does what we can't see mean? Like something metaphorical? metaphysical like a spirit? I can see those, even when they don't want me to. Does that count?

"I guess if I took it to mean like... the supernatural, since that's hidden from most mundane life.... I do get scared, sometimes. But I think everyone does, even if they can bury it just as fast as I can. I'm still---- well. I'm..... I'm capable of being scared. But..... the things we can't see aren't inherently evil, and being scared of them because they're different is like..... I dunno. It's like... killing a spider just for existing. Sometimes it's in the space and scares you, but why should it have to die because we didn't expect it to be there? It's just doing its own thing. So some of the things that linger.... I don't go right for removing them or trying to get them to leave. I want to understand. Help them too. Protect everyone who needs protecting, not just humans. So... ultimately, those don't scare me."

[bloominghands]

I just think that Robin can be a little feral. As an treat

[kumoofthemaken]

What specifically named color do you embody?

[Tagged: Eve yoink]

[Tagging: 🫵]

Shiroi Kumo - Solferino

"Hesitant, confidence, Athena's temple in greece, empathy, relief. You feel, and you feel, and you feel. Your heart might just beat out of your chest with how much you feel, and yet you hold onto nothing, as you live by the motto of "if you love something, let it go". You are someone who believes that good things come to those who wait - but in the same measure, you also believe in some level of karma. No one can outrun their just desserts, and everyone has done something they regret at some point in their lives. You're not different from the rest of the world, you just take it in stride. You love the world, in spite of its cruel indifference to itself. You love, and you love, and you love. you'll bleed to death from the ache of it."

[stalkcd]

Like in the films, what I love about Laurie: She can push aside her own insecurities and fears when children or people she cares are in danger. She is bold enough to try and fight the threat, if needed to earn more time. She couldn't live with herself, if someone who was terribly afraid or incapable to protect themselves got killed.

I feel this altruism would manifest in the trials too. This almost foolishly daredevil Laurie. If situation required, she might not even wait for the killer, she would try and draw the killer focused after her instead.

Like perk Object of obsession - how it once allowed the killer and her to lock eyes even in distance. A risky way to draw the killer's attention right at you, limiting field of vision. But also, Laurie would be rewarded of their location.

[deathfavor]

   I touched on this briefly with my other headcanon and canon mentions it. But Kazutora’s brain is hardwired to the you can only chose one side mentality because that was the environment he was brought up in and forced into. His mother or his father. Himself or others.  One or the other. Never both. Never, ever both.

   He had to ‘sacrifice’ Mikey in his head to be able to save himself from the guilt. He never would intentionally do that when he really did only mean well. He wanted to make Mikey happy. But the crime was done and there was nothing he could do about it. So he projected everything onto Mikey to save himself. Mikey himself said all of Kazutora’s pain and suffering was his. Kazutora took that rather LITERALLY. He pushed it all onto Mikey, and then needed to ‘destroy’ it in some way. He needed it gone because otherwise it would always be a threat to him and his survival. If you are my pain, then if I destroy you, then I’ll destroy my pain, ergo I’ll survive and be okay. 

   Mikey’s  “  Am I your enemy?  “  question causes another snap in Kazutora as we see. Kazutora had already projected this idea of pain onto Mikey, but that question puts him in the same spot as are you on your father’s side, or my side? His eyes waver for a second because it hits something deep.  Now he’s ACTIVELY forced into a choice rather than just projecting or deciding it in his brain. Now he HAS to say it and act on it even further than he has at that point. He HAS to in his own head. 

   And Baji....Baji absolutely breaks my heart. Because we know, Kazutora says it himself, that Baji is the most precious thing to him. But when he’s told that Baji is a traitor after all? He can’t handle it. It’s a threat so much worse than anything else that he has to go to more extreme efforts. One side or another. Toman or him. Not even Valhalla, but him. Like I said, you can only choose one side in Kazutora’s head. You can’t have both. He takes it not as Baji betraying Valhalla, but as Baji betraying HIM, abandoning him, for something else. Everyone else in his life already had. His parents, his fake friends, Toman, Baji was the only one who hadn’t abandoned him, and he was always deeply terrified that one day Baji would. Baji was the sole exception to Kazutora’s thoughts that people betray you. He was there. he was his saving light. He was the one good thing Kazutora ever really had. Not to mention that in this Valhalla & Toman showdown, Kazutora is already in a very unstable state because he was fighting with Mikey, his other walking source of pain. AND he’s full of adrenaline which makes even stable people not think things through. It’s too much.

   Kazutora can’t, he can’t handle something so threatening it would destroy him. When it’s whispered in his ear that he’s being betrayed, he has to chose himself. Suddenly Baji’s become another threat in that frenzied moment. Kazutora can’t think, he can only act when under an active threat. He acted, because as I’ve said, in moments of high emotion and threat, Kazutora acts on instinct. He ‘fights’ to survive against whatever the perceived threat it, be it literal like Shin or soul-crushing betrayal like he was told Baji was doing. He doesn’t think, he just does. He attempts to put the pain to Mikey, but then he finally acknowledges he did it. He’s his own biggest threat, he’s destroyed the only thing that truly matters to him.

   And then Baji gets up, and Kazutora’s so full of hope for a moment. That maybe he is okay. But he isn’t. And Baji........Baji is the only person who understands Kazutora. His mindset. One or the other. He takes that burden from Kazutora by doing the worst damage himself. One or the other? Then Baji will make sure Kazutora doesn’t have to choose this time. And it’s so, so devastating to Kazutora. He can’t undo anything, he can’t change it. He can finally see it from another angle when its the choice is not in his hands but its too late.

[almostwisegalaxy]

Geum Seong je headcanon

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Geum Seonje doesn't like. He doesn't know how to love like others. Not gently. Not wisely. Not cleanly. With him, love comes with clenched fists, tight jaws, sleepless nights spent checking that you haven't left a message on "seen" without replying.

You are his calm obsession. You are the only place where his gaze doesn't tremble, the only name he repeats without violence. Yet, with you, it's silent chaos. He doesn't shout. He looks at you. For a long time. Until you feel like you're becoming his breath. Until you understand that he wouldn't know how to exist without you anymore.

He has never told you "I love you" — those words, he despises them. Too weak. Too commonplace. He prefers to tell you "You belong to me," and he says it like a promise, like a prayer, like a gentle threat.

Geum Seonje is loyal. Sickeningly loyal. If someone approaches you, he doesn't wait to understand. He acts. Because in his head, loving means protecting, controlling, keeping — no matter the cost. He hides you, sometimes. Not literally, but he distances you from the world. He isolates you. He creates a bubble, a small world for two, where there is only you, and nothing else deserves your attention.

Sometimes, you wanted to flee. But he felt the echo of your hesitation even before you put your foot out the door. And he looked at you. And you stayed. Because his gaze said: "I can't live without you, and you can't live without me either."

You understood that Seonje loves like one clenches a knife between their teeth: with pain, with tension, with the constant fear of hurting. But he never hurts you physically. No. He is gentle with you, terribly gentle. Too much. As if he were afraid of breaking you. Or worse, that you would understand that you could break him.

He is possessive, yes. But not in a loud way. He doesn't post your picture everywhere, he doesn't yell at you in public. He observes you. He listens to everything you say, everything you don't say. He remembers your slightest gestures. And he acts in the shadows. That person who started talking to you too much? They won't come around anymore. And you'll never know why. But he knows. And he smiles at you one evening, placing a hand on your cheek. As if it were an innocent gesture.

When you cry, he is silent. He doesn't always understand why you cry, but he stays there. And he lets you cry. He rests your forehead against his and whispers: "I'm here. I'm always here. I will always be here." And you believe those words, even when you shouldn't. Because he is sincere. He proves it to you every day, even if it's toxic, even if it's too much.

Geum Seonje doesn't know how to love freely. He loves like one suffocates, like one locks a butterfly in a crystal jar because it is too beautiful for the world. You are that butterfly. And he admires you. He protects you. But he doesn't understand that you need to fly too.

He doesn't apologize often. But when he does, it's because he saw something break in your eyes. And he can't stand that. He falls to his knees before you, literally. He takes your hand and places it on his heart, and he says: "I am yours. You do whatever you want with me, but don't leave me. Never leave me."

You know it's not healthy. You know it. But in his eyes, there is a pain that no one else sees. A flaw. A panic fear of being alone. And you tell yourself that maybe, if you stay, you can fix him. (You have a high level of survival instinct, huh? ರ⁠_⁠ರ)

But you can't. Because he doesn't want to change. He just wants to have you. To love you his way. To make you feel unique. And he succeeds. When he is there, nothing else exists. He looks at you as if the whole world were collapsing around you, and he would still remain, clinging to you.

One day, you asked him: "What if I fell in love with someone else?" He said nothing. He simply smiled. Slowly. Gently. And he replied: "You won't. You belong to me." And you never asked the question again.

Because Geum Seonje, when he loves, he consumes. And he wants to be the only fire you feel.

And somewhere, deep down, you like it. (Are you normal? (」°ロ°)」)

Because he makes you feel alive. Because he made you believe that love was that: pain, fear, fusion. And that without it, nothing remains.

And maybe that's the most toxic part.

But it's also what makes you unable to leave.

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[neigepomme]

🍎 quick headcanons about the lads guys pt. 2 WOOO!! media added for better experience :9

⋆ most of the couple tiktok videos you do with caleb are actually his idea. his whole fyp is filled with cute couple trends, and he sends them all to you. he really loved when you picked out his outfit for the h.s.k.t trend and has to fight himself to not wear that outfit daily now. his phone background is you two with the lipstick heart trend on your cheeks.

⋆ rafayel never shows up to your place empty-handed. when you tell him it's okay to not bring you a gift (whether it be flowers, some snacks or pastries, a cute handbag, etc) whenever he visits, he looks at you like you offended him before going "yeah, no. no way cutie." he actually started gifting you more stuff after you commented on it.

⋆ even though xavier's jealous nature is really cute and you don't mind it, he tries his best to keep it at bay. by that i just mean that instead of glaring daggers at a guy who's hitting on you, he starts resting his head on your shoulder from behind and dramatically sighing like a kicked puppy. it works AND you pet his hair, so it's a double win. xavier - 1, the guy who hit on you - 0.

⋆ sylus never tells you, but you quickly figure out that he loves it when you care for him and play with his hair when you two are cuddling. he's a big man and typically has you sleeping on his arm (and he loves it), but at one point, he fell asleep with his head on your stomach while you stroked his hair. when he woke up and you flashed him a warm smile, he almost saw god and thought to himself that he really ought to fall asleep like that more often.

⋆ zayne deliberately leaves his dress shirts at your place, in hopes of seeing you wear them. when he drops by to see you at one point and you answer the door only wearing his shirt, his knees actually buckle and he falls on the floor. you got really worried, and he got really embarrassed, but he gave you some excuse along the lines of "sorry, i think my blood sugar is low right now." you didn't miss how his ears turned bright red tho!

⋆ additional headcanon about zayne because he's my favorite, and i've been neglecting him recently: your phone background is his flushed face covered in lipstick marks, your handiwork. the actual video of you kissing him is the greatest thing in your camera roll — it's zayne growing more and more flushed and giggly as you smother his face in kisses. he could die happy!!

ok moving on to loser headcanons i need them to lose some aura rq

⋆ caleb never had a musical phase, he says. guess who knows the lyrics to meant to be yours from heathers tho! because that sure as hell isn't gideon! at one point, he got really drunk at the DAA and was belting it out. he also kissed gideon during that drunk episode but that's a story for another day (spreading my caleb bisexual agenda)

⋆ rafayel has edited wikipedia articles to be right in arguments and is not above pouting like a toddler and making you feel bad when you find out. at one point, he started forcing tears out of his eyes and going "no it's fine! you hate me, i get it, your boyfriend's feelings are less important than trivia night, it's fine!" like. he's a loser but a really pretty one so it cancels out kinda

⋆ xavier's the type of guy to go "huh??" at least 3 times when you explain something to him before he finally goes "ohh i get it". he in fact does not get it but he felt you getting worked up and he decided not to hit you with a fourth huh. his survival instincts are good and he'd rather look it up than have you be mad at him #loverboy

⋆ sylus has a really good grasp on his facial expressions, but he will hit a disgusted face when he hears something stupid. like yeah sure big bad unreadable boss and stuff but one time, he hears some guy on the street loudly say the worst take he's ever heard in his life and he can't help the side eye + disgusted face combo. he also stank faces when he listens to good music

⋆ zayne meows at cats. not elaborating on that it's pretty clear LOL but sometimes he'll think of the really cute cat he saw on the street that morning and quietly go "... meow..." greyson catches it and is so in shock, but no one will even believe him if he talks about what he heard ("yvonne you're not gonna believe this i just heard dr. zayne meow" “girl what the hell are you saying”)

[phantasm-ae]

cw: suggestive writing, afab reader x soap

HEADCANON: Soap almost loses goes feral it when he sees you in a milkmaid dress holding his little niece. Giving him some ideas and thoughts he shouldn’t have in his mam’s backyard get-together

PAIRING: John Soap MacTavish x reader

now Johnny had seen you in a lot of things even in nothing that was a given.

You in his shirts. His hoodies. His pretty pretty lass in that one tactical vest during a Halloween party that nearly ended the night early. But nothing. And Soap means NOTHING could have prepared him for this.

His sweet sweet minx in a bloody milkmaid dress. All soft cotton and wispy ribbons. The material cradling your frame just perfectly. Hugging you in all the right places. Cinched at the waist. Flowing just enough to tease but not enough to hide. Sleeves slipped delicately off your shoulders. Water running sinfully down glass is what it was.

Clinging and catching just long and sultry enough to burn.

Artemis in his fucking childhood backyard. Steamin' Jesus.

And to top it all off. As if just to ruin him completely -- you were barefoot in his mam's garden, holding his wee niece on your hip like you'd been born for it.

Smiling. Glowy. Bright and so fucking beautiful that Johnny almost passes out with how fast blood rushed down south to his groin. Brain absolutely short-circuiting at that.

Almost dropping the plate of his gran's mash he was holding too. Some poor sausage roll already clinging to gravity as his mouth parts a bit in utter, primal disbelief.

Johnny stood there, frozen, jaw slack, brain gone smooth. You hadn’t even noticed him yet -- busy chatting up his mam and sister by the garden fence, bouncing the babbling baby gently as sunlight hit your hair like something out of a painting. Like some goddamn pastoral fever dream. The kind of visions that made his knees weak and his thoughts utterly unsalvageable.

Rocking his chubby-cheeked niece gently in your arms, cooing like some divine, barefoot angel conjured from some kind of paradise in Tunisia.

Then -- Fucking THEN -- you lift the baby higher, nuzzle her soft little cheek, and say something sweet in that voice of yours that makes his entire soul leave his body.

Done. He’s done.

Funeral's next Thursday. Bring flowers.

He swore his bloody soul ascended.

His body though? Stranded on earth, bloody rock-hard and tragically overdressed in cargo shorts.

“Jesus Mary Joseph -- ” Johnny hissed under his breath, still frozen by the garden path, mouth dry, thighs clenched, gripping his gran’s ceramic dish like it was the last link to his mortal tether. One wrong look from you -- just one, he swears -- and he’d be spilling mash and something else right there on the bloody grass.

You turned, then. Bright, carefree, holding his niece like you’d been practicing for years. And when your eyes found his -- when you gave him that soft, warm smile that screamed home in a way the Highlands never could --

Johnny staggered.

Just a half step. A little foot wobble. Barely recovered. Didn’t matter.

Your brows lifted, concerned and confused. “You alright, darling?”

Oh no.

You said it like you didn’t know you were dressed like the wet dream of a fevered Scottish farmhand.

He opened his mouth to respond. Nothing came out. Absolutely nothing. There was a whistle in his brain like a kettle left too long on the stove. Every single survival instinct screamed “do not pop a boner in your mam’s garden.” Every. Single. One.

And then you bounced the baby on your hip again.

His niece giggled.

His mam laughed softly and said something about how good you were with kids.

And that’s when John 'Soap' MacTavish, elite sniper, tactician, demolitions expert, and renowned special forces operator... blacked out from sheer lust.

No, not really. But close. So very close.

He stumbled forward like he’d been summoned, forcing his legs to work, cock already straining at the worst possible time. His brain screaming be normal while his dick whispered breed her right now.

“Love?,” you asked again gently as he reached you, the baby tugging playfully at your neckline, unaware she was the only thing keeping you from being pinned to the side of the garden shed like a poster.

“You alright, Johnny?” you repeated in concern, brushing your fingers along his forearm, completely unaware of the meltdown behind his eyes.

He looked at you. Then the baby. Then the milkmaid dress. Then back at you.

And said, with all the composure of a drowning man clutching his last breath:

“Y’ever think about havin’ like... seven?”

You blinked at his words. “Seven what?”

Johnny looked you dead in the eye.

“Bairns.”

You choked. “Excuse me?”

But his mam. Nosy. Gleeful. Loud and always knowing, was already shouting -- “I told you he was gon’ propose one day soon!” -- at the top of her lungs like the whole of Glasgow, Scotland, and even bloody England at that needed to know her prophetic gifts had finally borne fruit.

And if Johnny’s gran finally noticed her plate of mash had been sacrificed in the name of horny spiritual warfare. She didn't need to say a word through her smile.

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[harmonysanreads]

Hello! I recently saw your Vampire!Alhaitham headcanons floating around again, and since I just finished 3.2 not that long ago and have a certain feeble scholar on the mind, what are your thoughts on Vampire!Anaxa if you have any?

Would be similar or different from Alhaitham in your opinion?

If Vampire!Alhaitham is one who’d much rather pull the strings from the safety of the shadows, Vampire!Anaxa is someone who’d parade in the sun with his head held high, if only to spite the people praying for his demise.

He’s a paragon of truth, his desire to answer the question of what exactly he is, is far hungrier than the instincts he has to battle with all day. Outwardly, he looks quite like a stereotypical vampire — thin figure, pale complexion and a temperament that seems to hint that he has spent a millennia divorced from human society. The only thing, and a rather crucial thing at that, which he appears to be missing is that untamable thirst for fresh blood.

Contrary to the impression he gives, he’s actually lived among humans for quite some time as a scholar and he often thanks his ‘control over the bloodlust’ in assisting him to not blow his cover up. Not that he's fond of this charade, but the benefits of enduring humankind's nauseating presence kept him sane enough. Perhaps arrogance crawled to occupy the space of where his heart should’ve been beating, as when his belief of ultimate self control was put to the test, he refused to accept it.

“But you were a human once, weren't you?” the whisper of a road sporting the garments of mystery, intent on making him lose his way for eternity. A cool finger glides over the line of his jaw, its chill very different than his own.

Anaxa forces himself to swallow, that metallic tang insistent on his tongue — not willing to believe that he was a tad too late to conceal the ungraceful drool.

“You and I, we’re both rejected by this world, shackled in the shadows. Why not quit this pouting game and team up with me instead?” as if dissatisfied by the level of atrocity in your words, you amp it up by poking at the bloody fang peeking from his lips. He responds in kind by biting down, hard ; you seem just the tiny bit amused.

“Curse you…” it's a futile exclamation, laughable at that and that is exactly how you respond. Despite his talons clinging around your neck and a fresh wound marring the skin where your artery thrums, you appear not the tiniest bit fazed. It steals his breath away.

“Look at you,” you coo, extending your palm as if to cradle his face but brush past it instead, dizzying him. “Salivating just from one taste. You’re not as immune to this bloodthirst as you’d like to believe, you wouldn't survive an hour if any of those humans found you like this. I can offer you protection and you can be my little toy. Is there any deal better than this?”

Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen. That is the whisper that weaves poison, enchants desperate souls into pawning their remaining spark. A creature neither foolish nor wise. “I’d rather burn at the stake than entertain your schemes.” comes his sibilant retort.

“Ah ah ah.” you chastise, as if he's nothing but a child who knows little about how this world works. “But you still haven't found the answer to what you are, why you're like this.” you glance towards the trail of blood oozing from his bite, a flick of your fingers and within a blink, the scene disappears.

“What if I told you… that I know the answers you seek?”

A road that will lead him nowhere, a serpent disguising as a flower. And he, the Fool that will chase the mirage, despite knowing that nothing awaits him but doom.

[sademonugget]

Headcanon that all of the batfam hides their injuries, but not in a "I don't want to be a burden, so I won't tell them I got hurt" kind of way, they just do it subconsciously.

Bruce trained them how to walk normally despite being sore, to nobody at galas would suspect anything. So if Dick got shot in the thigh, but had to make an appearance at an important event, no one would even notice he was hurt. He was trained to not limp despite the pain, trained to go against every survival instinct and put pressure on a bullet hole while smiling.

Bruce did this with all his kids and they got so good at it that they do it at home unconsciously. If Jason came home from a tough patrol, the only sign people would get is that he was injured was the fact he was actively bleeding out from a knife that was still in his arm. He acted that normally, because acting normal became normal to him. (If that makes sense.)

Damian already knew how to do this because of Ra's Al Gul, and it took months for the family to notice when he got hurt, because he was that good at acting. (Jon was horrified when Damian stubbed his toe and continues on like nothing had happened. Not even being a Super could stop the pain of a stubbed pinky toe)

Tim is worse than the rest of the fam at hiding it, so he just avoids them. If he hurt his ankle on patrol because he grappled wrong and hit a building, using his foot as a shield, he just wouldn't stand up. He would conveniently be sitting down or reclining on something whenever someone came into the room. But he's sitting down most the time anyway, so they would have no idea he shattered the bone in his foot.

Cass would be talking to someone from another room, talking completely fine and normal, nothing out of the ordinary until they walk into the room and she's stitching up her leg from a wound that a medical professional would faint at the sight of.

Bruce is the worst of all of them. Alfred forced him to get checked for injuries after most serious fights, because trying to get him to go after every patrol was a like beating a dead horse. (AKA: pointless)

I don't think they're afraid of being seen as weak, they've just been trained to not let anyone see that they got hurt. No one can see their pain, internal or external. Bruce may have trained dangerous vigilantes, but he also trained kids who can easily take a bullet and continue on with their day, and thats actually terrifying.

[for-those-who-wait]

Do you hc Hunter and Vee becoming siblings? Because I think her shapeshifting has fun potential in a werewolf au, if she's especially comfortable around him.

The short answer is yes, but it takes a long time because they both see each other as threats and they're both very protective over the same group of people. The longer explanation is under the cut haha

Werewolf AU Masterpost

In general, I think Vee would recognize the smell of the Golden Guards from when she was imprisoned on the Boiling Isles, and this would be her way of figuring out that Hunter used to work for Belos. It brings up a lot of bad memories and the smell of him is incredibly stressful for her. Hunter has a similarly good sense of smell but his source of stress is that his instincts know this is another magical creature and immediately raises his metaphorical hackles without him realizing why

I was talking with Cal about it and decided that it would be a very interesting dynamic if they both saw each other as dangers and both tried to protect the household from each other. They watch each other like hawks. Vee would be affected more severely by the pressure, paranoia, and trauma, and it's Luz who ends up getting them to talk through their issues. A lot of their first talk is just Hunter explaining his Golden Guard history, apologizing, and them humanizing each other.

There has to be a lot more time for them to really settle down and be truly comfortable, but I think it would be a bit like Amity and Hunter's relationship in the sense that they gain mutual respect for one another even if they're not quite friends. Later on in TTT, they will be good resources for reassuring each other since they do share similar trauma regarding being trapped, being called monsters, and being forced to do terrible things for survival. I think Vee will be a big help in helping to break Hunter's stigmas about werewolves early on in the healing process (not completely, but enough to give him the wiggle room to work through the rest on his own)

It would probably be post-WAD that they're close enough to consider each other family (and I do love Noceda sibling headcanons) at which point yes they absolutely would have little cuddle piles :) I'm just trying my best not to rush the process of acceptance, which is difficult when the show only gives them three months in the Human Realm. So realistically, a lot of progress would only be made after WAD, but I will still indulge and draw TTT Hunter in Situations even if they wouldn't be totally accurate. Thank you for the ask, sorry for the ramble haha

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please expand on that one tasm!peter parker dirty secret hc and the injecting venom thing, I actually can't get it out of my head. peter and his spider thoughts and tendencies

Peter Parker (TASM) spider behavior

Headcanons

I had to look up different spider facts and look at so many pictures of spiders and now I feel icky. Ive always loved how they made Peter extra spidery in TASM and I miss it. I may have caught myself spending too much time on mating behavior…

Spiders don’t have ears and do a lot of their hearing through hair on their body. But we all know that Peter has ears, instead he just has heightened senses and is very sensitive to vibrations and physical touch.

I believe that he would be able to turn off parts of his sensitivity to be able to make it through the day, like an instinctive reaction to settle. But when he’s in a situation with high emotion or stress his senses heighten to assist in survival, or so his body thinks.

Peter doesn’t have actual fangs, but his canines are just a bit sharper than the average person. It’s nothing too extreme or enough to be weird, but it’s there. His teeth will also ache sometimes, and he will salivate when he sees food he likes, or you.

I said in the alphabet that he doesn’t produce venom or poison, but I could imagine his saliva could cause a mild tingle if his adrenaline or hormones are very high. If you find yourself in a situation where the spider mutation advances, he grows venom glands though.

One of spiders main ways to communicate is through pheromones, so Peter would be very sensitive to it. Like his hearing, I think it’s something he instinctively turns on and off without noticing. If he finds himself in a situation where he needs extra attention the ability flicks on.

it’s also almost always on when around his partner, since his instincts are saying “we need to keep an eye on our mate and make sure they are thriving”

Peter doesn’t have claws on the bottom side of his fingers like Miguel, but I do believe there would be some small unnoticeable ones if you looked at his fingers and feet under a microscope, like on actual spiders. It’s to assist him in climbing. But it also helps him in hanging on when you ride him too quickly or he’s feeling a little more feral in his rutting.

Peter doesn’t personally produce his webs unless the mutation advances, where he develops silk glands in his wrists. His abdomen is still a bit more sensitive than average, but it’s mainly spider instincts that’s telling him to protect his eggs, even if he doesn’t have any.

His abdomen also allows him to eat a lot of food and not feel too full, its kinda cute when he gets a little food bump when he just indulges himself. Peter always gets extremely embarrassed, but his speedy digestion means it’s not there for long.

Since he doesn’t normally produce venom, he salivates a lot when it comes to food or you. After the bite he gains an attraction to foods he can drink with a straw, so expect a lot of smoothies.

Did you know humans have stripes and patterns in our skin, we just can’t see them? Well, peter can, to a certain degree. It’s not that they’re right there in his face, but if he focuses hard enough and is in a situation where all his senses are turned on, they become more noticeable. He obviously thinks your pattern is the prettiest.

Peter will love to curl up on a web when he’s stressed or just needs to hang out and think. He doesn’t do it a lot because he thinks it’s embarrassing, but sometimes you’ll catch him hanging in a massive pretty web he’s spun on the ceiling. It freaked you out the first time.

He can also jump extreme distances and heights, but most people think that comes from his super strength. It does, to a degree, but it also comes from his whole spidery thing.

Peter is extremely flexible, sometimes you think hes bones are liquid in the ways he can bend and turn, it’s amazing in the bedroom though. It also means he can easily curl up in your lap in a small seat, no worries.

Peter also purrs, because I want him to so he will. It’s not anything loud and can sound a little weird sometimes, but you love it. think of that little almost popcorn noise newborn kittens make, that hasn’t fully become a purr yet. Peter only does it when hes really comfortable and without stress, so its rare, as hes always stressed.

Now we have come to his dirty secret. Did you know some spiders commit cannibalism? Especially the females after mating have a tendency to eat the male. This is why peter has had a thought once or twice to bite you and eat you. And that one fever dream, that felt like something out of an erotic gore movie.

Peter also likes to hunt. Its not something hes proud of, but theres a thrill in hunting down criminals (prey) and webbing them up (for later). He never does eat anybody obviously, but the thrum it puts in his blood is used elsewhere (with you).

If you ever offered to play prey/predator with him, Peter would act hesitant but you can see the interest in his eyes and the way he starts moving from foot to foot, and swallowing the spit gathering in his mouth.

If he tops or bottoms would also change his behavior in some ways, and how strong his instincts are in that moment.

When he tops, Peter would set a fast pace, his instincts telling him to breed his partner before hes eaten, since that’s what a good chunk of female spiders. He might even use his super strength or webs to restrain you, if you guys are into that.

When he bottoms, different results can happen. Did you know that some male spiders go limp and play dead when breeding, to avoid being killed and/or eaten by the female? The first time Peter went from moaning and groaning to just going limp scared the life out of you.

Turns out its just because he was really in tune with his spider side and the excitement and pleasure had made him black out for a moment. You guys make a deal that you will keep going if its clear its just one of these moments, since he wakes up a few moments after.

He can also become quite bitey and demanding when bottoming, depending on his mood. There are times where you just gotta lay back and let him ride you, his eyes clenched shut and drool running down his chin as he digs his canines into his lip. You’ll feel wrung out afterwards, but its great.

Peter has a thing for tying you up as well, or himself, if you guys can find something that will hold him when he uses his full strength. This is almost impossible, outside of maybe his own webs. You end up learning to use his web shooters.