#「 ⚘ 」 headcanon.

[eternalbuckley]

[repost because i accidentally deleted the original post 💔]

18+ thoughts, minors dni, afab!reader

rockstar!mattheo whose heart you fully have and his songs are all about you. everyone knows you’re his and he’s yours. your boyfriend who loves to take pictures or sextapes of you while he‘s buried inside of you, you’re on top of him or whatever you do while you have sex. he even lets you film him if he‘s fucking you, fingering or eating you out. whatever dirty things you two do. those videos and pictures are privately saved for only the two of you.

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[meiieiri]

LITTLE NYMPH OF HIS HEART — GETO SUGURU

❁—SYNOPSIS: in which suguru meets his newborn daughter.

a/n: my writer’s block has me in such a horrible chokehold that this took me an hour to write. also, fuck why isn't this real UGH (⇀‸↼‶)⊃

only an hour and twelve minutes old and she’s already crushing his heart into irreparable smithereens. and she isn’t even doing anything.

she doesn’t have to, really, she could just sleep soundly, and maybe let out a tiny little coo now and then, and her father would weep a million tears to flood the entire earth and plunge it into the realm of archaic legends maybe even more mythical than that of the ancient underwater city of atlantis.

suguru sniffles, holding the little bundle closer to his bare chest when she yawns and shifts ever so slightly, favoring the warmth of her father’s skin. so this is what the doctors meant when they said that the first skin-to-skin contact with his newborn was going to be an emotional affair, he downplayed it as some gross exaggeration and even refused the roll of tissues the nurses had been offering him.

and what a huge blunder that was.

“look at her,” he brings a calloused thumb to stroke her rosy cheek, fearing that the weight of his entire hand would overwhelm the little girl. no, his little girl — your newborn daughter.

“it’s like she knows she’s a heartbreaker,” he turns to look at you, his eyes glossy with joyful tears. “just like you.”

you could only let out a quiet tearful laugh, your voice absolutely shredded and strained from the harrowing ordeal of bringing your most precious one into the world.

“or you,” you retort, leaning your head back against the many pillows that suguru had the nurses bring in. “just how many nurses did you have to wink at for these?” you joked, gesturing to the pillows, and the many comforts such as hot compresses and ice chips sitting atop your hospital bedside table.

suguru rolls his eyes, a smile playing at his lips. he turns his attention to the little girl who, seemingly having heard her parents’ voices, feels a little left out leading her to create a slight fuss in her dad’s arms, hiccuping once.

“oh,” suguru coos, consoling her by tickling the soft skin of her feet. “it’s okay, mama’s just being mean.”

despite his words though, he slowly stands up and carefully joins you on the bed, instinctively wrapping an arm around you to tuck you into his side, his heartbeat on the high line knowing that both his girls were safe in his arms, where the both of you rightfully belonged.

“but you’re gonna love her anyway. i know i do,” he reassures his daughter, stroking her little tuft of obsidian black hair, his first gift to her, as if the newborn had the intellectual capacity to understand a single word that comes out of his mouth.

you indulge him anyway, leaving him to his sweet ramblings, preferring not to say anything that could sully this moment of pure unadulterated bliss, a mere passing second in the vast expanse of the turbulent life you and suguru will have to lead as protectors of those who are vulnerable to the demonic forces that lurk in the world’s many back-alleys where even the purest sunlight could not reach. suguru’s soul had been so tormented by the abyssal darkness that slowly consumed him owed to the many cursed spirits he’s had to exorcise that he had long believed himself to be damned, forsaken by the heavens.

but now, how could he still find the nerve to hold on to that pessimistic and borderline cynical belief as he cradles the little nymph of his heart in his arms?

suddenly, a thought hits you and you sit up to stare down at your daughter who was contentedly and happily gurgling away as suguru pokes the tip of her nose.

“akari,” you whisper, testing out the feel of your daughter’s would be name on your lips — the faithful companion that will walk with her for life, a sacred gift that will outlive you and her father. suguru’s eyes widen, awe-struck at the notion of you wanting to name your daughter after the brilliant morning sun, the same one that had greeted her the minute she came into this world.

“akari,” suguru’s voice wobbles. overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, he shifts to press a loving kiss on the crown of your head before bringing akari’s little hand to his lips, softly kissing her minuscule fingers in pure adoration. “heaven’s light.”

[hosticaaa]

𝒜𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯 ; Sunday post

I've talked about Al's sexuality a few times before but tis the day for talking about that type of shit so anyway heres another ramble. Like, its so funny to me because there is so much misinfo surrounding aspec people its insane and a lot of it is straight up dehumanizing at worst or infantizing at best, and often, this is disappointingly perpetuated by other aspec people but I just want to say for my Alastor, despite being aspec, he isn't an innocent virgin, he's not an innocent anything so theres that ━ but given the ace stereotype of innocent and clueless, you'd likely be surprised by what Al actually is completely aware of. Keeping in mind, Alastor came up in the roaring 20s which was A Time for sexual exploration.

He simply is asexual and while he may not be the most "sex favorable" ace ever and tends to fall a little closer to the repulsed side for personal reasons, he knows things, he's done things because you just CANT be a "flat tire" and he will do things this is just heavily context and situation specific because ultimately, and really importantly: no Alastor doesn't know he's aspec at all, he thinks he's normal and he often preforms what he thinks is normality and tbh the way he is has always been normal to him. If he's ever really forced to contemplate it, he just thinks everyone else is like abnormally horny ( Which tbh, he might not be wholly wrong there, trauma and hypersexuality are also things and I don't think it should be a shock that a lot of hells denizens are deeply troubled/traumatized people at their core. )

TBH though Alastor's main gripe with Sex is.... A) He doesn't ever like loss of control and y'know sex is great for that, which is actually why some people get addicted to it or even use it to self harm, but also B) its just... Not that great. Its a lot of work for a few moments of ecstasy to him, and yeah while thats not really a thought in the moment it often hits in the aftermath lmao. Like this man does not have the modern porn brain or social conditioning to think sex is the be all, he's fully on the reality that its really just a thing best enjoyed at personal leisure if you're into it or maybe someone you like is into it, and its not something everyone ( especially he ) needs or an essential to life.

Also ps do not try to talk to Alastor about Asexuality, he'd be inclined to see it as an impotence thing and not only is that not allowed due to toxic social constructs surrounding masculinity and his era of living, but along with that for him its also like . . . His shit works. It sometimes works even when he's not that interested/doesn't even want it to and generally he's just very set in his ways and wouldn't really care to learn about asexuality or aromanticsm and how those things actually do apply to him. But yeah like I mentioned before, when you've accepted you're a freakish serial killing cannibal that may or may not be into both gore and pain thats as queer as you need to be according to Alastor. Hes fucking hilarious.

[hopeflower]

aerith has freckles that appear in the sun !

[blaecdog]

                                                      camelia diaz

alias.    blaze, cam, cammie, ellie or millie age.    appears   25 species.    human / mutant ability.     pyrokinesis occupation.    waitress  at  the  chalice  bar,  paranormal investigator,  former  monster  hunter

camelia  was  born  to  a  spanish  mother  and  an  american  father.  her  childhood  seemed  pretty  normal,  she  loved  playing  outside  and  made  friends  with  anyone.  she  was  warm  and  energetic,  everyone  loved  the  little  sunshine.  however,  what  people  didn't  know,  including  camelia,  she  was  far  from  normal.  her  life  made  a  drastic  shift  once  she  entered  middle  school  and  hit  puberty.  the  life  as  teenager  was  a  rollercoaster  of  emotions,  stress  from  school  and  from  parents  only  added  onto  the  chaos.  camelia  was  a  ticking  time  bomb,  quite  literally.  it  happened  so  suddenly  no  one  could  have  prevented  it  from  happening.  one  day  after  lunch  break  she  ended  up  arguing  with  her  best  friend.  the  whole  class  was  watching  but  nobody  dared  to  interfere.  apparently  her  friend  had  confessed  to  camelia's  crush  and  the  two  started  dating.  obviously  camelia  felt  betrayed.  it  didn't  help  that  she  was  often  bullied  from  other  students,  thus  making  her  best  friend  the  only  person  she  truly  trusted and cared for.  within  seconds  the  classroom  was  suddenly  set  ablaze,  the  source  of  the  fire:  camelia. 

the  heat  was  so  great  that  everyone  standing  in  close  proxymity  to  her  either  died  on  the  spot  or  suffered  life  threatening  burns.  on  that  day  she  she  took  the  lives  of  29  students.  firefighters  discovered  camelia,  miraculously  unharmed,  standing  in  the  middle  of  the  smoldering  rubble  among  the  bodies.  the  public  was  shocked  and  confused,  they  wanted  answers  and  an  explaination  for  this  tragic  incident,  but  the  truth  never  came  to  light.  camelia  and  her  parents  moved  cities  and  for  a  while  things  returned  to  normal,  at  least  on  the  surface.  the  girl  couldn't  tell  anyone  about  what  she  did,  who  would  believe  her?  and  even  if  they  did,  what  if  they  think  she's  a  monster?  a  danger?  camelia  began  to  isolate  herself,  refusing  to  make  friends,  even  shutting  out  her  parents.  she  tried  to  understand  her  pyrokinetic  powers  and  even  managed  to  learn  a  few  tricks.  however,  her  emotions  were  still  a  huge  factor.  they  determined  whether  or  not  she  could  really  control  her  ability.  the  saying  goes,  if  you  play  with  fire  you'll  eventually  get  burned.  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  or  say  when  her  parents  suddenly  stood  behind  her,  witnessing  her  powers  with  their  own  eyes.  she  tried  to  explain  it,  fumbling  with  words.  her  mother  broke  down  in  tears,  her  father  too  speechless  to  even  move  a  single  muscle. 

then  her  worst  nightmare  became  reality.  her  parents  put  two  and  two  together,  recounting  any  unexplainable  incident  from  her  childhood,  and  the  horrible  fire  occuring  in  her  old  middle  school.  it  was  her.  she  did  it.  suddenly  the  room  went  cold,  the  supporting  warmth  which  usually  surrounded  her  parents  disappeared  in  an  instant,  and  it  almost  felt  like  they  were  nothing  more  but  strangers.  camelia  wanted  to  escape  this  suffcating  atmosphere,  she  wanted  to  run  away  from  this  reality.  but  before  she  could  even  reach  the  front  door  to  leave,  her  father  finally  moved  his  body  and  grabbed  her  arm,  stopping  her  from  leaving.  an  argument  errupted,  his  loud  voice  echoed  through  the  hallway.  camelia  was  still  just  a  teenager.  she  felt  cornered  and  trapped.  the  only  way  she  knew  how  to  defend  herself  was  to  shout  right  back  at  him.  it  was  a  back  and  forth,  his  father  demanding  an  explaination  but  also  blaming  her.  you're  not  my  daughter.  and  she  snapped  right  back:  maybe  i  don't  want  to  be  your  daughter.  her  mother  tried  to  get  between  them,  still  crying  her  eyes  out.  though,  it  was  already  too  late.  once  again,  camelia's  body  went  ablaze,  emitting  a  explosion  which  destroyed  not  only  her  home  but  also  nearby  houses  and  flats.  she  had  killed  her  parents. 

camelia  ran  away  and  lived  on  the  streets  for  years,  until  one  day  a  group  of  people  claiming  to  be  monster  hunters  captured  her.  there  she  met  vance  and  dante.  camelia  was  deemed  a  danger  for  herself  and  other,  thus  she  had  no  choice  but  to  stay  with  the  group.  she  suffered  from  depression  for  a  very  long  time  but  with  the  help  of  the  people  around  her  she  managed  to  find  new  strength.  even  though  she  seems  optimistic  on  the  outside,  deep  down  she  will  never  forgive  herself  and  she  will  always  see  herself  as  a  murderer  and  monster. in  a  desperate  attempt  to  repent  for  her  sins  she  made  it  her  goal  to  help  other  supernatural  beings,  working  together  with  the  monster  hunters  as  paranormal  investigator.  she  is  on  good  terms  with  vance  and  was  deeply  saddened  when  dante  passed  away  and  the  hellhound  decided  to  leave.  she  was  eventually  tasked  to  keep  an  eye  on  him,  just  in  case  he  thinks  about  causing  a  mess  again.  camelia  ended  up  taking  a  part-time  job  at  the  chalice  bar  where  he  currently  rents  an  apartment.

note:  the  events  occuring  in  middle  school  happened  when  cammie  was  around  12-13,  when  she  killed  her  parents  she  was  around  15,  when  dante  found  her  she  was  18. technically she is human but she heals faster and, after hitting adulthood, ages somewhat slower.

[prvtocol]

19. how many serious relationships has your muse been in? are they experienced or inexperienced when it comes to dating?

romance & relationship headcanons! (accepting!) ✿

None. She is woefully inexperienced in relationships and all that comes with them including dating. It’s not for lack of want of a relationship. Brianne is the type of woman who very much desires to get married and have children someday. It's practically all she wants but there’s always something holding her back, willing her to wait, and the belief that things will change and then love will find her.  There are various reasons for this... Work and family obligations take priority and with the workplace being her primary and often all-inclusive source of social interaction, it is (in her point of view) the worst place to find someone. Her involvement in her father’s illicit scheming, integrating her into crime syndicate dealings, puts her at odds with trusting her coworkers and colleagues. Blackmailed into being an informant for Crimson Dawn further overhauls the possibility of trusting anyone to get close to her. Her secrets need to remain her own so she keeps to herself and avoids forming those bonds with the people around her. She is falsely personal. It doesn't help that she is a staunch professional who overworks and is not as much of a socialite as one might suspect. She will always prefer to go straight home after work. It was the same at university. Her studies took priority and she was too much of a "good girl" to party so she stayed out of the dating scene. She also finds attraction to anyone exceedingly rare to begin with (she is gray-ace). Meanwhile, the rare chance attraction finds her, it tends to be for those her family would deem unacceptable Perhaps being constantly told growing up that she will marry a nice accountant, another director, or someone doing well in the business fueled a want for something else and more unobtainable. She ends up digging herself into a comfortable loneliness fed on daydreams of the life she wants. Before she knows it, she will be well past the age where having her own family is possible.

[elsfavor1te]

send me hcs 🤘🏽

abby or ellie doesn’t matter

(i post this knowing i have a boatload of wips)

[eternalbuckley]

rafe cameron was someone who would always be seen as the big grumpy, insane and bad person. you knew what he did to others, you didn’t support his acts and he knew that. rafe tried to be a better man, for you. sometimes it was easier, sometimes it was harder. but he was sure about one thing: he loved you. in his own ways of defining love. he wasn’t a soft man but there were moments were he showed his soft side, only for you. when you were alone together, in peace. times were he could just shut off his mind and focus on you. his problems would been forgotten, you were the only thing that existed in these moments. from leaves kisses on your forehead, hugging you from behind, making you giggle or cuddling with you in the mornings after you woke up. he couldn’t get enough of you. seeing your smile was enough for him to keep going. he even learned how to make your favourite food, wether it was baking or cooking. he learned it, so he could make it for you. even if he didn’t have to. after seeing how happy you were the first time he made it, he swore to himself to do it more often.

"nah-uh," he would tell you, softly swatting your hands away. you wanted to help him cooking/baking but he didn’t allow that, "you‘re gonna go, be beautiful like always and do whatever you want, baby. the kitchen is my place now." rafe shoved you out of the kitchen and wanted to go back to focusing on cooking/baking the meal.

you playfully rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek. you could swear that you saw a slight blush creeping on his cheeks, not that he would admit that anyway. every time you two had these moments together you thought about the first time you met him. you could have never thought that rafe could have such a side in himself but after all you awakened the good parts of him and showed him that you cared about him, despite the things he‘s done. he was yours and you were his.

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[meiieiri]

hii could you please write about how the jjk men's social media would look like, like what would they post, how often, what socials they would have? sorry if this is 2 specific!!

HOW THEIR INSTAGRAM PAGES WOULD LOOK LIKE [FT. JUJUTSU KAISEN]

❁—CHARACTERS: nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, gojo satoru (toji isn’t here bc the only online platform he’s on is onlyfans)

a/n: hey hey~ no worries! i love making stuff like these anyway, thanks for this btw, had a lot of fun making these. i only made ig as their socials as of rn because i don’t have twitter so i don’t rlly know how that works ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

༊*·˚ NANAMI KENTO

↬ nanami’s instagram would have really warm, vibrant tones to accentuate each and every mundane detail of his life into something that looks so euphoric and almost utopian-like which isn’t at all surprising seeing as this man has seen so much pain and suffering for a good majority of his life.

↬ i think he’d pick up photography as a hobby, maybe he’ll dabble into playing around with the settings on adobe lightroom or maybe secretly attend saturday workshops, on his way home from his bakery run, where he gets to learn all the fundamentals on photography composition. he eventually learns about instagram and he downloads the app on a whim when he gets bored at work. he appreciates the user friendly interface and gets the hang of it pretty quickly. he usually posts thrice a month, more if his schedule allows.

↬ now the thing with kento is he doesn’t usually put captions on his photos other than single emojis like: “🐱” or “🥐”. an exception to this is when he posts your birthday photos. he lovingly spares a few words for you that are minimal, at best, only containing a short birthday greeting. but hey, it’s written in pretty font, sooo~~

kento watches you from the couch situated near your home’s screen door leading to the pocket garden the two of you set up when you first moved in together. a small smile plays at his lips when you momentarily jump in surprise as your cat rubs herself against your legs finally ending your little game of hide and seek. “there you are,” you crouch down to scratch her ears. the loving scene of domesticity unfolds before him like a record tape from the nineties, complete with subdued hues of yellow and rose. “sweetheart, could you look here for a bit?” he calls as he fumbles with his phone. you look up confused and that’s when he decides to snap the picture. “hey! i wasn’t ready,” you protest. but he’s already posting the picture on his instagram with the caption: “💕”.

༊*·˚ YUTA OKKOTSU

↬ yuta has a fascination with sunsets. there’s just something so alluring and somewhat sorrowful about the last flicker of sunlight waging a war against her opponent, the night sky and her stars, to keep its dominion over the sky. yuta has always struggled with the notion of impermanence — he finds change to be downright terrifying which is why he took it upon himself to confront this fear by taking pictures of the setting sun, a form of change that is ironically as unchanging as his love for a certain someone, hehe.

↬ he normally uses his instagram as a digital journal of sorts. he’s always away owing to the many missions he’s now been assigned as a sorcerer second only to gojo satoru. he writes down entries, as much as possible, on a weekly basis to properly process the many emotions he’s felt that day.

↬ naturally, you’re always the first to view the pictures ergo press the heart button which always makes him turn a bright shade of pink despite the many years you’ve been together. AND, even though you’ve already technically seen the pictures, yuta will ALWAYS show it to you again when he gets home from work and regale you with all the amazing details about his recent trip.

yuta practically melted into your arms when he came in through the front door. “missed you,” he murmurs. you crane your head back to get a good look at him and you heave a sigh of blissful relief when you neither find a single scratch nor bruise on him. “are you alright, my love?” he asks, head tilted to the right, his eyes wide with curiosity at your silence. “yeah, fine,” you shake your head, playfully pinching his unscathed cheek earning a whistle-like chortle from the young sorcerer. “you know,” he says thoughtfully when his laughter dies down. “i never realized how beautiful the hida mountains are,” he recounts the wondrous things he’d seen and taken photos of from the sleepy lake town they took refuge in, to the mighty mountain river he and gojo had crossed on their way to the summit, to the towering willow trees with branches so ancient they could practically block out the sun, and finally to the mysterious abandoned forest shrine that only showed itself to an honored few, emerging from the haze like a ghostly apparition. he continues to ramble on for a substantial amount of time, scrolling through his phone gallery, not knowing that you’d dozed off. “2:48 AM,” the clock read. yuta sighs at your sleeping form, hearts practically swarming in his eyes. he lifts the blankets to cover your forms. “guess we’ll just have to go together someday,” he says, pecking your cheek before shifting ever so carefully to turn off the nightlight.

༊*·˚ GOJO SATORU

↬ posts low contrast pictures with low brightness because he’s cool that way. if not for the fact that he mostly shares memes, his feed actually looks pretty good, it’s subtle but appealing in many ways and it looks glorious on dark mode, it kinda reminds you of those pinterest or twitter moodboards. he knows his way around setting a moody vibe on his feed, and to think almost all of his pictures were shot on his old iphone. satoru gojo, the strongest sorcerer of his generation, much to the surprise of many, is actually quite talented. who would’ve thought?

↬ but please PLEASE someone get instagram away from this man, the world is not ready for his genius. now unlike the others, satoru uses instagram purely for fun. and yes, he posts dumb shit like they’re scripture. he got in trouble with the community once when he posted a picture of dixie (depicted above) from the teletubbies with the caption: “bake those cookies dixie”. you had to help him submit an incident report to the community moderators and a promissory note stating that he’ll never post such lewd things again. and he didn’t (thank god). for a full week, that is. he relapsed almost immediately.

↬ on the bright side, though, his followers always find it cute whenever he posts pictures of the two of you on your dates, even the ever-stoic nanami couldn’t resist the urge to smile whenever he comes across a picture of his senior having the time of his life with you. god knows how much gojo satoru deserves to love and be loved in return, even if he once thought it to be the most repulsive of curses.

gojo watches you from the other end of the table, a tipsy simper on his features when he notices your eyelids drooping, your head bobbing in your drunken stupor, your lips slightly open as your breathing evens out. “you drunk, baby?” he slurs as he polishes off the last of the yakiniku set you ordered, the oily, sweet and salty grilled meat seemingly simmering down the effect of the alcohol. you were the only ones left in the izakaya, at this point, the owner has half a mind to throw the both of you out so they could close for the night. “nooooo,” you sniffle before a tiny hiccup rips through your throat. cute, satoru stares at you with lovestruck eyes. “stop that,” you look at him through your blurred vision. “stop what?” satoru asks, his head resting on the hardwood table as his hand searches his jeans for his phone. he had to capture this moment before he blacks out. “looking at me like i’m the most beautiful girl in the room,” you scowl disapprovingly. he manages to find his iphone just before he nods off to sleep, snapping a picture of the both of you. empty plates and half-finished shot glasses are strewn about your table and the night’s festivities are perfectly captured in the frame. the two of you looked absolutely hammered — your normally tidy hair was disheveled, and his face looked like a cross between a sore thumb and a ripe tomato — but still, you looked happy. and to satoru, that’s all that really matters. “but you are, baby,” he pats you on the head before finally passing out. “you are.”

[hosticaaa]

𝒜𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯 ; Canon divergence / Misc info drop pt 2.

I mentioned a bunch of these things on Al's blog and in the past across my various other blogs but !!! Theres some new things I wanted to add / mention so heres a new post / and a repost of some things I've already mentioned. These are things I established before the show released and frankly while Alastor in the show pretty much looks exactly like how I imagined him characterization wise, there are some things in my personal canon that are either not canon to the show / not intended to be or that might never be in the show so yeah ;

• Alastor grew up in the 1910s. His mother owned her own home and a salon, she came into these things passed from his grandmother who was the mistress of was a wealthy white man. When he passed away, he left a substantial chunk of his wealth and properties to Alastor's grandmother. He may not be Alastor's biological grandfather, however, Alastor doesn't know the details of this and frankly he's never really asked because he IS aware his family history is fraught with the usual complications to be found in families who were outside of the times idea of normal and legal. If you mixed, you know.

• He doesn't really remember his father and his mother doesn't speak of him often. As far as Alastor understands his father was a bit of a loser and seemed to feel threatened by his mother's independence as both a woman and a black woman at that. He thinks nothing of the man honestly. He has the distinct impression it was probably his birth that caused the proper separation of his mother and father which really doesn't get his father any points for anything. Side note : this is somewhat a source of Alastor's disapproval of Lucifer's absence as a father for Charlie.

• He is a voodoo practitioner, just like his mother and grandmother before hand. More than that though, in life Alastor was / would be considered a Bokor, albeit a young one / one who was still coming into and learning their craft. Without writing up a huge ass explanation about everything and to heavily simplify this : Alastor would be equivalent of what most people would recognize more as a "witch" or even a "medium". In fact combining both of those things is probably the best way to explain and give you an idea of what this resembled for Alastor in life. • Alastor's mother more saw Alastor as having the potential to become a houngan, however, due to the "loose" definitions of good and evil, personal discretion and duality being a big thing in voodoo Alastor's darker nature wasn't necessarily discouraged or really thought about. Alastor on the other hand was never particularly interested in being an actual houngan.

[ I'm gonna say I think the show *MAY* be kind of "erasing" or perhaps "obscuring" a lot of Alastor's ties to Voodoo and the Lwa which I personally have mixed feelings about. I know why they might be aiming for this but, imo, I think that approach "white washes" him a little and I don't think it was/would be necessarily disrespectful to portray Alastor as a Voodoo practitioner, so I kinda hope this does stick as part of him in canon, personally, but we'll have to see. ]

• The 20s were massive on occultism so Alastor was real riot to have at parties, where he'd get drunk and treat the ritzy white people to some 'magic' / "read the fortunes" of the party goers. Despite incredibly racist and dangerous ideals toward the religion of Voodoo and anything not white at this time Alastor managed to skirt most of this negativity by being dark, charming, handsome and having the wits to basically not tell anyone much about himself or what he was really doing. Most people thought of him as a bit of an eccentric and if they did believe he had any actual magical powers they usually tended to think of him as more of a funky magician. Nearly synonymous with his racial identity, Alastor's always been careful to hide a lot about himself behind a wall of ambiguity. But also keeping in mind, people that got to witness his "party tricks" tended to be as drunk as he was if not more so.

• He's always had a strange/toxic relationship with Mimzy. They're the "match made in hell" type where they tended to emphasize each other's darkest selves. For example, Mimzy would feel emboldened by Alastor's presence and protection as for a while they were an actual couple and Alastor would take pleasure in the violence he could enact on others in the name of looking after her. Mimzy would start fights. Alastor would gladly finish them, so to speak.

• In fact, Alastor's first murder came very much because of this messed up relationship with Mimzy. He was of course protecting her after one of her misadventures and things got out of hand. He'd do it again. And in fact, he did but the following murders weren't for Mimzys benefit. Once he started putting shitty, women bashing men out of their misery, he didn't have any intention of stopping. Its been stated before Alastor's killings were done with a strange moral code in mind similar to Dexter. For Alastor this was him taking out pos men in the community.

• I think Mimzy is aware Alastor killed for her in their human lives. It pretty much solidified their twisted bond and a secret they kept together even in spite of their "break up". I don't know, however, if she was aware of Alastor going on to kill others, though its likely she suspected it. Not that she would have really cared, Alastor has always been her version of scary dog privileges and knowing he was capable of and willing to murder was just icing on a twisted cake they shared.

• Alastor was generally considered a bit of a con-man and a jack of all trades when he was alive. His first "serious" job was when he became a radio host. Before this, Alastor dabbled in a little bit of everything but mainly he had a shady surgeon position, as at one point he'd wanted to become a doctor. This was considered a noble aspiration but the reality is Alastor's interest in the medical field was very much due to his morbid fascination with death and dismemberment and the close proximity doctors have to these things. He liked cutting things up and stitching them back together, basically. He never actually had a medical degree, however, he often preformed usually minor surgeries on people who couldn't afford them or simply weren't able to go to an actual licensed professional for whatever reason. Abortions were also very popular. He had a very good reputation for this, actually. Generally if you needed help with something like this but but didn't want the "proper" people to know, Alastor was your guy.

• He pretty much got his radio job by accident. He picked this up due to a performance he did in a club. Song and dance had always been among Alastor's talents but he ended up really enjoying the radio gig and stuck to it. Racism of the time meant it was hard for POC to get good, staple positions in the community but radio worked perfectly for Alastor as no one could actually see him to realize he was anything but the normal assumption of well bred white man.

• Alastor's  death  wasn't  as  "simple"  as  a  hunter  mistook  him  for  a  deer.  Yes,  the  reason  Alastor  was  out  on  the  swamp  that  day  was  because  he  was  discarding  remains,  but  he  wasn't  "mistaken"  for  a  deer.  He  wasn't  even  "caught".  But  this  action  ironically  put  him  in  the  wrong  place  at  the  wrong  time.  Alastor  was,  essentially,  the  victim  of  a  hate  crime  perpetrated  by  a  hunting  party  and  their  dogs.  This  is  the  wilds  of  Louisiana  in  1933.  Alastor  was  confronted  by  a  group  of  men  who  instantly  took  a  disliking  to  him.  Yes,  this  was  because  Alastor  is  not  actually  white  but  he  was  also  wearing  very  nice  clothing  (  especially  not  the  sort  you  would  expect  for  someone  walking  around  the  swamp  )  and  he  was  also  very  articulate  and  spoke  very  well.  This  rubbed  the  racist  hunting  party  who  stumbled  upon  him  the  wrong  way,  resulting  in  Alastor  being  chased  around  the  swamp  a  short  way,  mauled  by  the  dogs  and  then  when  letting  the  dogs  chase  and  maul  him  got  boring  they  finally  put  him  out  of  his  misery  with  a  shot  to  the  head.  This  is  why  Alastor  dislikes  dogs  so  much  and  feels  deeply  bitter  about  his  death. Alastor was no stranger to racism, and again he was very good at using his education and racial ambiguity to his advantage, so having the things he'd learned and projected so carefully to protect himself fail him entirely was a deeply scarring and humiliating experience to say the least.

• Alastor  was  engaged  in  cannibalism  while  he  was  alive  but  no  where  near  to  the  extent  of  his  unlife,  in  fact  it  was  pretty  new  to  him  at  the  time  and  would  have  been  defined  as  a  form  of  exocannibalism.  As  a  demon  Alastor's  cannibalism  is  still  obviously  exocannibalism,  but  his  animalistic/inhuman  aspects  are  also  heavily,  heavily  emphasized  meaning  he's  literally  just  eating  and  taring  whole  mfs  apart  like  a  wild  animal  more  often  than  not.  He  also  has  very  disturbing  scavenger-like  qualities  as  he'll  happily  eat  things  that  were  not  killed  by  him  and  he  doesn't  care  if  they've  been  dead  a  while,  which  is  horrifying  and  hilarious  given  he's  also  known  to  be  a  massive  food  snob  and  will  judge  others  for  eating  things  like  take  out  because  ew  and  lazy

• Alastor's  'true'  demon  form according to me  is  more  monstrous/animalistic  than  we've  seen  in  canon.  He  can  call  on  his  true  size  and  mass  outright  or  focus  it  on  certain  parts  of  himself.  (  For  example  lengthening  his  arms  and neck or  opening  his  jaws  in  an  unnaturally  wide  way ).  No  one  has  ever  seen  Alastor's  true  unleashed  form,  only  hints  of  it  here  and  there.  I  personally  view  it  was  a  horrifying  love  child  between  the  Xenomorph  Queen  from  Alien  and  the  creature  in  Antlers.  It  has  reptile  traits  along  with  stag  traits,  because,  as  mentioned  before a  kind  of  "unique"  and  duel  motif  for  my  Alastor  is  crocodiles/alligators  and  thats  the  creature  he  can  be  related  to  more  than  any  deer/stag,  despite  his  disarming  buck-like  appearance.  Alastor's 'true form' isn't something he really shows anyone, but his shadow gives clues.

• Speaking of Alastor's shadow it very much acts independently of him and is both a manifestation of his true soul as well as its own entity. It was born from Alastor's arcane bond with the lwa and his death. Its technically the "source" of his power. He's able to use it as a weapon, a shield, and transportation both for himself and other objects and even places he wants to manifest. Alastor's eldritch abilities are pretty vast and defiantly unique. Its actually really interesting that Alastor literally resembles one of the Lwa himself as an "enigmatic young man depicted in red who works with his shadow". This is a description often related to the Lwa Kalfu. Essentially an African god associated with destruction, crossroads and black magic. In demonology, Alastor is a possessing spirit of vengeance similar to the goddess Nemesis and she is typically considered a force who brings retribution, specifically on the other gods / deities. Very interesting given Alastor's role in the show and the fact he very much acts as punisher of other demons and potentially deities if he is indeed strong enough to rival them.

• Due to Alastor literally consuming souls as I believe the canon has heavily hinted, he has immense power. Its been shown in canon that Alastor's powers are very different to those of a normal human soul and that he typically outclasses other overlords easily. I actually have the word of a pretty reliable source saying that yes, Alastor's powers are pretty much on par with Lucifer's but his mysterious deal with an "unknown" force is restricting him somehow. I believe this given what we've seen Alastor do in canon, the fact we've been aware from the jump that Alastor's powers shook the foundation of hell when he first arrived and the fact that the season 1 final seemed to very much suggest something of this nature as well. Ultimately I'm not gonna force OP Alastor on anyone but A) don't be surprised if this is canon and B) regardless to my personal take it is canon that Alastor is restricted somehow. Man was going to fight/kill Adam without an angelic weapon and challenged Lucifer without any fear, I don't think this was a dumb ego thing on Alastor's behalf because we have seen Alastor takes no shame in things like retreat, so I don't think he'd act like that because of something stupid like being too full of himself. I think his shit is legit, he's just struggling against his restrictions from this mysterious deal and I'll be playing it that way until we see otherwise basically.

• My Alastor cant actually lose his radio filter. It never turns off and its not something in his control like that. In fact, my Alastor's voice is a "separate entity" from him just like his shadow. As a result he can speak without "speaking" and sometimes his mouth movements don't completely match with his words because technically he's "lip-syncing" what he's saying. His radio staff is also part of him but even if its damaged, it doesn't change the way he talks. Its really just there for the aesthetic, however, it can be used as an actual microphone if need be.

• Spent a lot of time exploring the swamp / wet lands around New Orleans, especially as a kid. Was pretty good at catching rabbits, squirrels, and some egrets. Would bring them home to his mother to cook because he was always felt an urge to eat the things he killed. Given these were animals and Alastor was a young boy in the 1900s this wasn't looked at strangely in any way.

• Often reported strange visions and encounters with spirits even as a child. Given Alastor's family religion and their beliefs, this wasn't considered unusual either and was actually considered something very positive and normal.

• While Alastor was new to cannibalization in his human life it really did just seem like the natural progression of disturbed bullshit for him, a guy who had always been a bit obsessed with death and gore. • He tried to get a job at a morgue at one point but didn't end up getting hired. Probably a good thing he didn't. Then again, it might have kept him away from Mimzy, but given Alastor's Issues ™ its likely he would have always started killing whether he became involved with Mimzy or not.

• Alastor's mother hated Mimzy. She lived a long but tragic life because she never knew what happened to Alastor and always grieved for him. He vanished one day, never to be seen or heard from again. The talk on the town was he found a girl and they took off to California together. Alastor's mother never believed this for a second because he would have told her or she would have received letters from him at least, so she always suspected that something bad happened to him and and her eyes it was because of Mimzy.

• Alastor considers himself a feminist, however, funny thing is none of Alastor's victims in life were women. You might imagine this supports his pro-woman image, however, in a way more twisted way a you could say Alastor's target on men had an element of the fact that, ultimately, as prey men were more of a challenge. Yes, he possesses a strange sense of moral reasoning behind the killings and is kind of a misandrist, thats all true, but there is an idea floating around of women being weaker and easier to kill and therefore really unpalatable targets to him. • This said two of Alastor's victims in hell were women. However, this also has some twisted reasoning behind it so as not to conflict with Alastor's pre-established morals and sensibilities in his own mind. A) these women weren't "easy" kills as they were both overlords and B) he didn't kill them in his eyes - they were already dead, he just snatched their souls. Sure thing, Alastor.

• Killed about 7-8 men in total while he was alive. Cannibalized around 3-4 and a half. When bodies started getting pulled out of the swamp and the local police started to suspect something was up, the idea was beginning to be dubbed "The Bayou  Beast" given they were still not 100% certain the killings were being done by another human and not an alligator or a bear. These murders took place over a roughly 4 year period up until Alastor's death in 1933.

• The first two of Alastor's murders were more violent and rage fueled and then turned ritualistic and torturous as he became more focused and calculated in what he was doing. Either way, he tended to leave his victims in a mess, which is precisely why local police still weren't sure if the killings were done by a man and not just accidental run-ins with hungry wildlife. The clues for them to begin to suspect a serial killer was a lot of the men Alastor killed weren't really the type to be out in nature long enough to fall victim to an alligator or a bear as well as the spike in bodies found in the swamp. Ironically, when Alastor went missing there had been whispers that he might have been a victim to The Bayou Beast.

[timeceased]

coming back out from the void with the headcanon in an au where sonia wasn't killed and it was rauru instead, she would most likely turn to the three different springs as a source of power (since her own power hadn't quite awakened yet), which could be why the springs don't really evoke anything from zelda in the future, because their power and blessings had been borrrowed by sonia.

[blaecdog]

do you see why i love her so much??

[prvtocol]

13. what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner?

romance & relationship headcanons! (accepting!)✿

Brianne is arguably very traditional in her values, she also embraces her feminine softness and seeks someone who will also. One could say she most desires a "masculine man" who compliments her femininity as a valued counterpart. Someone who can protect her, emotionally support her (not financially, as Brianne will typically always have more money), and who understands or tries to. Someone who is loyal. Someone who wants her for her and not her money. Someone who she can sit in comfortable silence with on a balcony under the stars. Someone who can be gentle for her. Someone not obsessed with themselves (egotistical) or their appearance or goals or wealth. Someone who encourages her to slow down and remember herself since she can be selfless, especially in a relationship. Though hopefully her partner will value her cooking and tending to them because acts of service are one of her primary love languages. Also, Bri: "Good strong arms to hold me with is nice too..."

[veritasvitae]

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[perfectlyoongi]

!BTS MASTERLIST ㅤㅤ↬┊genre: headcanons. ㅤㅤ↬┊series status: on going. ㅤㅤ↬┊always open to suggestions.

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↬┊boyfriend!BTS ... fluff ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊husband!BTS ... fluff ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊soulmate!BTS ... fluff ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

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↬┊ex-boyfriend!BTS ... angst ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊second-chance!BTS ... hurt/comfort ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊best-friend!BTS ... fluff ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

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↬┊jealous!BTS ... comfort ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊older-brother!BTS ... fluff ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

↬┊sugar-daddy!BTS ... nsfw, suggestive ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. yoongi.ㅤ⋆ㅤjungkook.ㅤ⋆ㅤnamjoon. ㅤㅤㅤ⚘. hoseok.ㅤ⋆ㅤjimin.ㅤ⋆ㅤseokjin.ㅤ⋆ㅤtaehyung.

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[eternalbuckley]

just thinking about soft!mattheo that only you can experience <33 you’re his soft spot and safe place. you‘ve got him completely wrapped around your finger and he‘d do anything for you as long as it keeps you happy, you can’t change my mind.

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