#Truth behind these Silver Eyes (Headcanons)

[chastiefoul]

heya! Are you writing for star rail as well?

If so, what a some of your sampo relationship headcanons?

I love your writing!

♪ sampo koski’s relationship hcs!

a/n: i just know he'd be a total sweet heart. because imagine the guy who always live like he had nothing to lose quickly changes his whole demeanor cause now he has you wc : 0.7k

sampo would totally fuss over you so much!!! if you went out for dates or go anywhere at all really, he would make sure you’re content with everything. too cold? sampo will give you his coat, hungry? thirsty? Say no more he would already on his way getting everything you need, most times you don’t even need to ask.

for a man who seemed to always on his feet attracting and ‘accidentally’ getting into troubles, sampo has his quiet moments. when he is not on the streets up and about, there is a high chance that he’s currently in your arms, clinging into you like a koala bear. trailing behind you around the house; when you’re reading he’d be there lying on your stomach as he hugged you, or when you’re working on your own thing he’d be near you with eyes begging for the attention he’s craving for—and of course, you always caved in.

white lies. sampo would lie to you about what he’s been up to, but not because he is unwilling to tell you, it’s just because he hates making you worry. but you found out all about what he did anyway, well because all you have to do is ask around and let’s be real here, who’d take his side over yours??? All you had to do was ask natasha and she’d tell you all she knew, not only that seele would come up to you first and report sampo’s doings that day, and even hook would tell you all about it so easily after you play with her. though you knew his intentions are well you just couldn’t help but still worry and prefers if he tells you the truth instead. this evasiveness would sometimes turn into argument however it’s not anything you can’t solve with communication and words.

 sampo is very easy-going, we know that. he knows how to take it easy. that’s why it’s very important to him to help make you feel better if you are ever stressed by anything at all. he’d know all the good places and he’d bring you to where he knows you will definitely like, and you always did. he never fails to make you laugh and feel better, letting go of your worries and stress as you indulge yourself for a little.

ok we know by now that sampo doesn’t shut up. ever. like the man loves small talk for heaven’s sake. there’d be no silence to fill when you’re with him because he would talk about the most random things. though most part of why he liked rambling to you was because you looked so adorable listening to him intently that his chest swelled up with the most coziest feeling.

imagine dating him AND being friends with gepard. gepard would complain to you about the cunning man and later you scold sampo to give gepard a break and he pouts. how dare you take his side instead of your own lover?? however when it comes to you he's so easy to be coaxed. with a kiss, he turns so obedient and nodding along to whatever you had to say though you weren't sure if he's listening to you at all.

for a guy with a silver-tongue, knowing all the right words to say to people about his business and all that, he’s having a hard time telling you just how much you mean to him. for a harsh world such as this one where he had to do everything in his power to live well, you came to him so effortlessly. so easily like that you made his world all better. made him look forward to each day so much more; seeing you smile and laughing just bring so much joy to this man. he tried his hardest to tell you all of this though sometimes it came across a little clumsy, it’s still the most sincere he’s ever been with someone.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Being in a relationship with the Fontaine Women

characters: Charlotte / Furina / Lynette / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

genre: Mostly fluff, with a bit of comfort added in Navia’s part

a/n: I decided to leave out Clorinde bc I honestly don’t have any concrete headcanons about her, mostly because she was only there for like 3 scenes and said a total of like 2 sentences. I will write for her, but I still need time to read more about her.

I tried to keep this at least a bit headcanon-y, but you know me, so I decided to add a small scenario to every character’s part, mostly just one’s I felt served as good examples of how things might be and that I didn’t feel like I’d get the chance to write in the future.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Charlotte

With Charlotte, days on which nothing happened were rare. There always was some sort of event going on somewhere, and wherever it was, the journalist wasn’t far away, dragging you along with her. But just because you were there for work, didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy yourselves, especially with someone as energetic as her.

Trying to hold secrets from her, be they good or bad, quickly proved to be futile. She was a Journalist after all, so slowly digging up information to eventually figure out the truth was part of her being. That being said, getting informations through investigating always felt more rewarding to her than getting them served on a silver platter, so it quickly became routine between the two of you to give each other only a few hints instead of normally announcing news… something that, to the misfortune of others around you, quickly also seeped into your conversation with your friends and family.

“‘Man trips and falls down stairs at the opera house’? No, why would anyone read an article when they get all of the information via the headline?”, you suggested before quickly discarding your idea, causing Charlotte to sink further into her thoughts.

“Ooh, how about ‘Tragic accident at the opera house leaves man injured’?”, just as quickly as the words left her mouth, the two of you gave each other an energetic high-five before Charlotte continued to map the article out loud, only for a weird feeling to slowly wash over you… as if there was something important you were forgetting.

“Isn’t today the premier of that thriller you wanted to write an article about?”, you asked, only for Charlotte to stop talking in the middle of her sentence, her eyes widening as she quickly glanced towards the clock.

“You’re right! These clothes should be good enough for the opera house right? Ah, who am I kidding? Nobody cares!”, words began shooting out of her mouth in a panic as she grabbed you by the wrist and started dragging you towards the Aquabus, pen and notebook in her other hand.

…Somehow, be it by the grace of your Archon or Charlotte’s insistence the Aquabus drove at twice its intended speed, the two of you managed to get there in time.

Furina

The Hydro Archon had an… interesting way of showing her affection. The performance she liked everyone thinking was the real her too fond of the dramatic to do so in a normal way while the real her was too easily flustered to go through with anything fancy. And so, it inevitably became your responsibility to initiate anything even slightly romantic.

Just because she was nervous however, didn’t mean Furina’d drop her usual act and with the way she behaved and talked whenever others were looking could easily fool people into thinking your dynamic was the other way around.

There weren’t many moments in which the two of you had the chance to be alone in public, with the Archon either surrounded by a few of the gardes or swarmed by the citizens of Fontaine. So when you wanted to visit your home in the countryside, Furina was quick to decide that she’d indulge you with her presence, choosing to keep silent about how she was happy to leave the city behind for a day.

If Furina’s uncharacteristic silence wasn’t enough to make you feel like there was something wrong, the look on her face would have made any doubts in your mind dissolve. Just as you had opened your mouth to say something however, you were interrupted by the feeling of something grabbing your hand, all the while the Archon's face was slowly painted red.

“Are you feeling fine Furina? Your face is-”, you were quick to tease, unable to hide your amusement as it was all written over your face. Furina however, did not look up, quickly cutting trying to cut you off, only for her own feelings to be betrayed by a crack in her voice.

“The sUN- I- Thanks for your concern, my dear companion, but there’s no need to worry. I’m fine, just a bit warm, the sun is scorching hot today after all”, she quickly stuttered out before putting on her act once again, hiding her face by looking away from you, only to quickly find herself engulfed in shadow as you put a parasol over her, greeting her with a smile when she finally looked back at you.

As the way to your destination was once again filled with silence, your eyes eventually landed on a hill covered in rainbow roses, causing you to quickly drag Furina from your actual path.

“Where are you going!?”, she managed to ask, only shy away for a moment when you suddenly shoved one of the roses in front of her face.

“Be careful when taking it, it’s really easy to prick oneself's on their thorns”, you spoke with a genuine smile, only for it to quickly contort into a teasing one when you saw her blush even further.

“I should have brought a better parasol, this one doesn’t seem to be working”, you joked, causing Furina to fire back with some sort of excuse. You didn’t care too much, the sight of her scrambling to regain her composure was too cute for you to do anything but silently observe it.

The rest of your journey was rather uneventful, as was your way back. What was of interest for many citizens of Fontaine however, was the rainbow rose their archon wore for the rest of the week 

Lynette

To call Lynette a romantic would have been enough to net yourself a serious defamation case. She wasn’t her brother, who did and said all kinds of embarrassing stuff while putting on a mask, so while the two of you may have been in a relationship, most normal people wouldn’t be able to tell. So while you shouldn’t expect to see her showing her love to you in broad daylight, that didn’t mean that you didn’t get any special treatment.

On days where there was nothing to do, it had gotten somewhat common for Lynette to come over to your place, using it as a place to recharge her batteries when there was too much going on at home. So as you silently sat on your couch, reading a novel you had recently bought, while Lynette laid next to you, with her head placed on your lap, eyes closed as she relished in the calm atmosphere, the sound of the door suddenly swinging open was enough to give you a small heart attack.

“Pardon the intrusion, but have you seen my dear siste-”, Lyney’s voice rang through the room before his gaze eventually landed on the two of you, eyes instantly widening. “Oh sorry, I didn’t know I was interrupting something.”

Just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, and while you liked to think that it normally took quite a bit to get you to blush, you could feel your cheeks quickly heat up. Was it because of his tone, his smirk or some weird combination of both, you didn’t understand, all you knew being that Lynette’s brother always found a way to make you feel embarrassed about even the most boring scenes.

“Should we-”, you quickly looked down at Lynette and began to talk, only for her to quickly finish your sentence for you.

“‘Try catching up to him’? I don’t think that’s necessary”, she stated matter of factly, her eyes not opening for even a split second before continuing to hum to herself.

“It seemed like he was looking for you, maybe he was just worried where you were?”, you asked, quickly getting a response in the form of a shake of her head.

“I told him I was visiting you. If I had to take a guess I’d say he was just passing your home and decided to quickly mess with you.” Her explanation made more sense than you’d like to admit, it wouldn’t have been the first time he decided to do things simply to try and get some amusement out of your reactions. However, you didn’t like the way Lynette made it sound like getting a reaction out of you was something that required so little effort.

“Sure it wasn’t you he was trying to mess with?”, you asked teasingly, only for her to finally open her eyes as a small smile found its way onto her lips.

“More than certain, redcheeks.”

Navia

Navia had always been easy to get along with. She was intelligent, funny and could single handedly lighten up the mood in any room, possessing an amount of self-esteem that was charming without coming across as her being full of herself. To use her own words: Who wouldn’t treasure having a partner like her. And while there were times her work as leader of Spina di Rosula kept her too occupied to see you much, she made sure to use her time with you to the fullest.

Was it eating at the Hotel together once in a while, or going on a walk around Poisson and Fontaine, taking in what remained of its colorful landscape while simply chatting the day away. Whether the subject of your conversation held any importance or you simply joked around, didn’t matter. Having each other by your side was enough to make any day a good one in retrospect.

There was a time you used to fear visits to the cemetery with Navia. It wasn’t like you didn’t want her to be sad whenever you visited, it was her fathers grave after all, but seeing her knees grow weak as she tried her hardest to keep a brave look on her face made your heart sting as if it had been pierced with a knife. It had been that way each and every time, no matter if it had been a week after his death or two years… But not this time.

As the two of you arrived at the grave, you glanced over at Navia, fully preparing yourself for what you might witness once again, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. Instead, you found her silently smiling to herself and as you followed her gaze, your eyes eventually landed on a pair of candles placed next to the grave, causing your lips to form into a smile as well.

“Looks like Silver and Melus were here before us”, you noted, only for her to shake her head in response.

“Melus told me he wouldn’t be able to visit the grave until later… And well, you know Silver. I doubt he’s the kind of guy to light candles.”

Callas the Unfaithful no more. You might not have known her father that much, only seeing him a couple of times, but you had no doubt that the one who raised Navia would never have murdered anyone for any reason. 

Before you had the chance to lose yourself in your thoughts even more however, you were brought back to the real world by Navia’s voice.

“You still have the flowers?”, she asked, only for you to carefully grab them from your bag and present them to her, handing her one before putting the other in front of the grave. “Thanks. I’m sorry, but could you leave me alone with him for a moment? I’d like to tell him the good news”, she asked only for you to quickly nod.

“Thank you, you’ve been a great help today. I love you”, she told you with a smile.It wasn’t like her usual, radiant ones, instead being much smaller, but it was genuine, and that was the only thing that mattered.

[violettduchess]

A/N: My first Ikevil fic! I loved Harry's route and figured why not ease into writing him by starting with a kiss 💋

Harrison x Reader

WC: 500

Note: I only tagged people who have previously asked to be tagged in everything. If you want to specifically be tagged in Ikemen Villains fics/headcanons, please let me know!

You might think that if you found a man reading by firelight, settled into an expensive leather Ottoman the color of burnished copper, he would be drinking whiskey. Or maybe wine. A rich Irish single malt or perhaps layered, velvety Merlot.

But not your Harry.

He’s drinking strawberry milk. 

The sight of it has laughter bubbling out of you, a soft, almost musical sound and he looks up, his wintergreen eyes suddenly bright as he watches you set down your evening clutch and approach him. The missive he was reading slips from his long fingers, flutters down onto the thick burgundy carpet. There are other, far more important matters that require his attention now.

He reaches for you, strong hands gripping the line of your waist as you boldly straddle his lap, your voluminous maroon skirt spreading across him like a blossoming flower. His smile is slow and unhurried when you lean down, touching your forehead to his. You lock your fingers behind his neck, breathing in the familiar, tangy scent of mint.

“They kept you out far too late,” he murmurs, his voice enveloping you like the softest of cashmere.

“I’m here now,” you answer, falling into the pastel tenderness of his gaze, struck for the hundredth time by just how beautiful he is. You glance over at the glass of pale pink milk he’s set down on the end table. “How’s your nightcap?” You’re teasing him and he loves it.

Gently pulling you closer, his eyes flutter closed like a butterfly closing its brilliant wings. “C’mere and have a taste.”

His lips are sweet, like strawberries kissed by summer sunshine. His palms slide down to feel the curve of your hip through your skirt, his grip tightening, pulling you closer still. Your hands unlock and you wrap both arms fully around him, melting into the hard planes of his body. He kisses you slowly, as if he has all the time in the world, a hedonist indulging himself in the most heady of pleasures. He savors each kiss, languid and almost lazy in the movement of his lips, the slide of his tongue against yours. 

“Harry…” His name, that cherished and precious word, is a whisper, a twinkle of starlight in the night. Twin tendrils of the softest affection and the brightest desire are twined around it. He drops his head, burying his face into the warm curve of your neck, pressing his lips against the place where your heart is drumming just for him. He doesn’t need to open his eyes because in your arms, there is nothing but truth. He feels it in the way your fingers push their way through his tawny hair. He hears it in the stuttering breath that escapes you. He tastes it on your lips and smells it on your skin.

He rises, effortlessly lifting you into his arms, holding you close against his chest as his long legs swallow the distance to your bedroom. You cling to him, press a kiss to his cheek as he carries you, not caring where you’re going. 

After all, in his arms, you are always home.

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[gemini-sensei]

Ghostface!Miguel Diaz x Ghostface!Reader Headcanons

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Ghostface AU

CW: gore, blood, murder, beyond canon typical violence, some NSFW, ngl this one is a tad bit messed up so read at your own risk (unedited).

👻Miguel had no idea his girlfriend was a killer until she showed up on his doorstep one night in need of help. She said she didn't know where else to go and that she was seeing double, her last victim putting up a pretty good fight before she got the upper hand - also meaning she had to do some cleaning up before she could leave the scene. He asked no questions and brought her in, happy his family wasn't home that night to see her that way.

👻It was only after cleaning her up and putting a bag of frozen vegetables on her swelling eye that he asked her what happened.

"That was way too much blood for a little fight..." he said, looking at her.

👻Only after making him swear not to tell anyone does she admited that she was the one that's been killing people. That was only her second victim, so he caught on pretty early.

👻However, instead of being scared of her or thinking about turning her in, all he could think was, "She shouldn't be doing this on her own. Look at how she got hurt."

👻He's so in love with Reader that he didn't see what was wrong with the situation. I mean, he knew it was wrong to kill people, obviously, but she had to have a reason to do it, right?

👻She fell asleep in his bed and he watched over her the whole night to make sure she wasn't concussed. He brought her water and little snacks throughout the night.

👻In the morning, he went to make her breakfast and found his mom and Yaya watching the news; apparently a killer had struck again late last night, but they didn't kill just anyone. They killed Terry Fucking Silver and burned his house to the ground before they left, leaving little to no evidence behind. And according to law enforcement, that case and the last stabbing murder have no correlation as far as they can tell.

👻Miguel stares at the screen, knowing he has the killer in his room as they sit there in shock and awe.

👻His mom hugs him, so worried for his safety. But all he's worried about is Reader.

👻That's how he found himself being the one doing the killing 🔪 because he doesn't want Reader getting hurt again.

👻So she sits back and plans out the attack, does her research and stakes out the house where it'll happen. She makes the calls while Miguel sits outside in the shadows, waiting for her text to tell him it's go time.

👻If he comes back bloody, she cleans him up.

👻Every time he comes back from a kill, he tells her everything down to the fine details. While they fuck. She rides him and tells him how great a job he did, which just gets him going. Her praise means everything to him, so he'll share every bloody detail with her while balls deep in her fat pussy. She squeezes his cock with every word and he gets to watch her eyes roll up.

👻He once came back all bloody and she dragged him into the shower after tossing his clothes in the wash. He fucked her against the tile wall while the blood just ran down the drain and he told her the gory details of it all, rearranging her guts while he tells her about how he spilled someone else's.

👻Breathy I Love You's after they fuck and sweet kisses, as if he didn't just get her off to the whole thought of him murdering someone for her. Not even a thought, the truth of it all.

👻He has no conscious, just devotion to his love.

👻They give off this sweet couple vibe. She sits in his lap when out and about with their friend and he holds her close. Of anyone brings up the Ghostface killer, he tightens his grip around her and every just thinks he's being protective of her because it Freaks everyone out.

👻However, he's actually worried they might figure it out and she has to hug him to assure him that it's okay. She's the mastermind and has every figured out, and he knows that. He trusts her.

👻she kisses his cheek and pets his fluffy hair, which eases his mind and he just lays his head on her chest. He listens to her heartbeat and it gets him riled up to the next kill that he knows she has planned. It's thrilling, it's exciting, and he can't wait to make her proud.

[whiteoutzz]

Please give me your insights/headcanons on whiteout I want to understand her more but I don't really have a lot of headcanons on her. I can't just get a grasp on her character and come up with anything that makes sense (I also don't want to accidentally be ableist when headcanons stuff for her especially since I got into writing and I don't want to write something accidentally ableist.)

Ummm i was not really sure how to approach this one, but ill try! I think its alright to not understand her as a character, as we don't even get to know her that well.

From the surface level things I guess: She is subdued at quiet and had atypical way of speaking and thinking. She likes art and has hard time relating or understanding other dragons, but we briefly see her in comfortable environment, showing that she does have specific confidence to her. And... yeah that is not everything, but alot of it is. Truth be told, we dont know much about Whiteouts internal life.

I think what makes her click to me, is understanding that the text purposefully makes her unknown. If its good or bad writing choice i dont know, but we do get few references to how Whiteout is much more aware of things going on. Depth implied but not explored, left to readers interpretation.

But ignoring what i think of this writing choice, it does serve its purpouse. There is a barrier between Whiteout and other dragons, even dragons she loves. She does not understand them, and might never be able to understand some things, but she is also probably aware of the upcoming doom. She is observant after all, atleast with specific things.

Note. Alot of the things say there this are speculation and im not fully sure if they were intended to be read that way. Because we dont know alot about her, so im just filling the gaps.

Okay so. she watches her brother slowly spiral away, and maybe she always knew that was going to happen. In general her life is pretty miserable, and i dont think she is exactly satisfied with that. With art she creates, while its her interest, its also a coping mechanism, imagining of a better future. Before Thoughtful she doesnt have any real friends beside her brother. (i know that before darkstalker assassination she hangs out within his friend group and plays boardgames but i think while they are on positive relations, i dont think she is fully friends with them. They are friendly but not friends you know?) Id imagine them (Whiteout and Darkstalker) being closer when younger, as they had only eachother, but as Darkstalker is "one going wild" she is left behind in his shadow.

She is used to feeling like not a real person (dragon). She is just an accessory to others, watcher of pseudo god dragons tearing the world apart. Everything is slipping away from her, and soon she looses her family and is left alone with Thoughtful.

Whiteout in general lacks autonomy, both in text and within the story itself. She does not make things happen, but things happen to her. She has no say in the game other dragons are playing.

And i do think she is frustrated by this, it slowly showing overtime.

Also one aspect that intrigues me, but chapter two, before Whiteout hatches. Obviously its biased since its baby Darkstalker pov, but the "Whiteout does not hear the moons" thing. Her either not caring enough or not being aware of the silver right. It shows contrast between her and her brother, with her not desiring power, or maybe feeling apathy towards her place in universe (okay this one might go little far as speculation goes but whatever). It makes you wonder how Whiteout would be if she was 3moons born animus, but that is left for aus to speculate on.

As for heacannons um. Alot of them are mostly minor projections for me, like her having chronic pain or ocd or a lazy eye or whatever. Also shes autistic, obviously, but with her coding its. Yeah she is not canonically autistic but she very much reads as so.

But she also canonically has synesthesia, which i dont have. So um.

Also im sorry but i would need specific examples of headcanons you have for her, but you are probably good, but also i dont know since i dont have any example of that. Umm.

Is this good enough of a response?

[uptochxnce]

[ LEE DOHYUN, CIS MAN, HE/HIM] — i’m pretty sure that was just CHANCE CHOI of  THE RICH AND FAMOUS that just passed by. the TWENTY-SEVEN year old ACTOR has been a resident here in the upper east side for FIVE YEARS.  they’re known for being WITTY & DEBONAIR, but i overheard someone mention they’re also SLY & IMPULSIVE…considering they’re an SCORPIO i think there might be some truth to it. but maybe that’s just because they’re always worried someone might find out about REDACTED.  something about them has always reminded me of THE SMELL OF THE OCEAN, SUNLIGHT FLITERING THROUGH YOUR FINGERS, ICED COFFEE ON A HOT DAY  but maybe that’s just because they like to PAINT & DECORATE in their free time.

QUICK STATS

name: chance choi

nickname(s): n/a

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

age: 27 

dob: nov 15th 1996

pob: los angeles california

orientation: bi-sexual (closeted) 

social group: the rich and famous 

APPEARANCE

height: 5'10"

build: lean/muscular 

ethnicity: korean

eye colour: brown

hair colour: black

notable features: cute smile 

style: casual (but in designer clothes)

tattoos: n/a

piercings: n/a 

PERSONALITY

positive traits: witty, debonair, kind, charming, 

negative traits: sly, impulsive, selfish, needy, reckless 

likes: late night drives, italian food, hot baths, swimming, painting, decorating

dislikes: heatwaves, the smell of cooked onions, spicy food, ketchup 

CAREER & EDUCATION

current occupation: actor 

past occupation(s): n/a 

degree(s): n/a 

BIOGRAPHY

tw: sex, drugs  as the son of a famous hollywood director, no one was surprised when chance appeared in his first movie when he was barely three years old; doe-eyed and confused, his father feeding him every line with a proud smile on his face. yet somehow he thrived, many claiming it was because his mother had been a popular actress back in south korea so it must have run in his blood. by the time he turned 10 he’d been in more movies than he could possibly remember, he was hollywood’s favourite child star, a nepo baby beloved by the world for his adorable appearance and natural skill. it was only by luck (and perhaps good genetics) that he aged into an attractive young man, growing out of his boyish charms and showing the world he was destined to be a successful leading man. yet a chance grew up he lived a rather particular and unusual life. he never attended a real school, his classroom had been in a trailer on set alongside other child actors. the only prom he ever attended was in a movie, and he’d grown up put on a pedestal, his privacy non-existence, invaded by masses of fans and paparazzi trying to get the latest scoop on hollywood’s Golden Boy. but chance kept his good reputation despite that, he was known for being kind albeit a bit oblivious at times. yet as he began to get older, this pressure of perfection slowly began to weigh him down, leaving him confused as to if he really knew who he was, or if he’d just been conditioned into the person he was raised to be. this may have been how he slowly began to resent his perfect image, starting to allow his impulses to take control. pictures of him partying at clubs began to flood the tabloids, his arms wrapped around a new pretty girl every few months. it was like he wanted to show the world he wasn’t the golden child they wanted him to be, he was adult, he was messy, he was human just like them, he could make mistakes. and mistakes he certainly did make. being rich and famous meant the world was all but on a silver platter for him, his ‘friends’ encouraged his bad habits, from sex to drugs, he let himself go wild, ultimately ending up in more than one scandal, getting labelled as an ex-child star now acting out to seem mature. it took damage control from his PR team to clean up his reputation, though behind closed doors chance was still the same mess he’d grown to be. yet to the rest of the world, he was back on screen, starring in blockbusters and charming fans with his sweet smile.

HEADCANONS 

he is bisexual, with no lean in either direction. however, he’s never publicly been in a relationship with a man because he’s worried about his reputation as an actor.

as a child chance got his start acting because his father used to put him in his films, which eventually lead to him getting speaking roles

he’s acted in most genres as a teen/young adult he’s did a lot of YA franchises. but now as an adult he favours acting in action films and dramas. 

he has many accolades and has been nominated for several oscars, but only won once. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

childhood friend: someone else who may have grown up in entertainment industry, they could have acted in the same film or just known each other by chance.

best friend: someone in around the same age as him that he trusts with the wold, and may be one of the few people who know his secret

celebrity status: another celebrity he may have worked with whether in a film, or as brand ambassadors for something 

old sweethearts: they have previous had a very public relationship, and while they dated they were beloved by the press. but may have broken up due to schedule or personal differences.

publicity stunt: someone he had a PR relationship with, which may have been beneficial to them both (brought them publicity for dating a celebrity, and may have been a cover for him from a recent scandal) 

[dark-elf-writes]

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🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

Everything.

The hat told Harry he could have been a snake before placing him in the lions den. He hasn’t really felt like either of those. If asked, Harry would say he feels like a spider, sitting in his web of carefully crafted lies that he has been cultivating for as long as he can remember.

“I’m not hungry,” The five year old version of him says to a teacher, smiling through the hunger pains with his hand holding onto her desk so the lightheadedness doesn’t send him to his knees. Her smile is sad as her mouth forms an unfamiliar name. (Not Freak or Boy but a name that was tossed at his feet as an afterthought. Abandoned, just like he had been and left to the very last second. He isn’t sure how he feels about it.)

“I’m sorry I was bad” The ten year old version of him says through clenched teeth, eyes down and suppressing the trembling of his arms through sheer force of will. The truth doesn’t matter here, not in this world where the Dursleys rule and Harry is left to scramble for the scraps they leave behind: broken army men and bread crusts clenched in too small hands. Dudley smiles from outside the room, content that his rightful place is upheld.

“I’m not crying” the eleven year old version of him gasps, wiping away the tears with rough hands as he forced himself to laugh, to pull back from the only warmth he has ever known and try, desperately, to remind himself how to breathe. Hermione has returned from Christmas break and the hug she gave him was automatic, thoughtless. Like he deserves it just by merit of being there. It’s the first hug he has ever had. He wonders if they always feel so warm.

“You don’t scare me,” the fourteen year old version of him spits at a monster. The body of his classmate, his friend, lays across the graveyard and the bones of the lost, the hated, dig into his feet through his too-thin shoes. Voldemort can touch him now, Harry doesn’t think he has ever been more terrified in his life.

“I’m ready to die,” The seventeen year old version of him whispers, trembling lips pressed to the cold metal of the snitch. He isn’t surprised when it opens, revealing the stone he had been looking for all this time. He isn’t surprised when they show up either, the faces of those he has loved and lost. Lairs too as they tell him death is nothing to be afraid of. That it is a release. (He should have known better. There is no happy ending planned for him. No gentle goodnight. He is a weapon, a soldier, with hands painted red with blood and steel in his spine. There are no happy endings for someone like him.)

“I’m just not tired,” The nineteen year old version of him laughs, all broken glass and shattered bone as he hikes a screaming toddler higher on his hip. A baby raising a baby. He hasn’t slept in nearly a week now, hasn’t been able to sit more than a few minutes at a time with the need to move pressing against his skin. Like it has been since he woke up, a five days ago, with the aching raw edges of his scar surrounding his eye and the knowledge that he shouldn’t be alive once again threatening to shatter him entirely. Once was an accident. Twice is a pattern.

“I love you” the twenty year old version of him tells a man with cold silver eyes and a painted on smile. It doesn’t feel like a lie, not like the other ones have, but it enters the web all the same. It takes Harry four more years to realize why.

“It’s not that bad,” He says now, not meeting Shouta’s dark eyes as his thumb traces over the words carved into the back of his hand. The words he had laughed until he sobbed when he realized they would forever be a part of him. ‘I must not tell lies’ as if he knows how to do anything else. The words Shouta always gravitates to like he understands. Another hand, rough in different places but just as familiar as the one tracing those scars, hooks under his chin and drags his eyes up to meek soft smoldering red.

(He had hated red eyes for so long, had been driven from what little sleep he managed to get with them chasing him, with them looking back at him in the mirror, but now he wonders why he had been so afraid. The man, yes, would always hold court in the darkest parts of his mind, but the color… he was realizing was quite beautiful.)

“You don’t have to lessen yourself for us,” Hizashi whispers, so quiet compared to their larger than life persona outside of the safety of this dorm. “You don’t have to pretend that it’s no big deal. If you’re not ready to talk about it, that’s fine, but please don’t pretend that what happened to you is okay.”

Harry doesn’t know what to say to that. Doesn’t know what to say to a lot of the things Shouta and Hizashi tell him, but for the first time in his life he thinks he doesn’t want to lie anymore.

[welcomingdisaster]

How do you think your smut writing has evolved?

Share a summary of, or excerpt from, an unpublished smut fic.

Share a smutty headcanon about Indis.

hi hi hi!

How do you think your smut writing has evolved?

Having re-read some of my old smut for this: I think I was a lot more focused on linear progressions and body-actions when I started? Now I'm a lot more confident with just letting characters fuck in stops and starts, if that's what they need to do, and focus more on thought/connection/mind-stuff than I used to.

I think my sex scenes used to be veeery short and are slowly getting longer. Though I still feel like the fucking takes up. Only like 25% of my smutfics usually.

Also, for some reason, I used to write a lot of blowjobs. Totally burned out on it now. No one blow anyone, that's over.

Share a summary of, or excerpt from, an unpublished smut fic.

Here's something from that smutfic WIP that outgrew its original intent and will probably need 3-5 chapters to be fully realized! Nienor/Finduilas and/or Nienor/Gil-galad (they are the same person in this).

Now she turns to the fire, her eyes on the single curling strand of silver on the elf’s cheek. 

“Who cut your hair?” she asks. 

“I did,” the elf says, “some little while before I found you.” 

Úmarthiel pictures it, despite herself. Still now the elf can barely use his right arm, and they have journeyed together for some weeks. He must have had to hold the strands taut between his knees, or else in his teeth, hacking at them with the hunting-knife he carries. 

No wonder the cuts are so jagged. 

“Why?” she asks. “You would not cut mine.” 

“In mourning,” the elf-lord says, “in grief.”

“Your city,” Úmarthiel says, certain now, though she knows not how. 

The elf lord nods. Behind his mask he is horribly beautiful; sharp points of starlight catch in his dark-brown eyes. Under the helm his lips are chapped and lily-bloom pink. She wonders if he would taste of apple blossoms if she kissed him. She wonders if he would taste of blood. 

“What did you lose there?” Úmarthiel asks. 

The elf-lord’s voice is so faint she thinks she might imagine it. “My heart,” he says, “my heart.” 

She raises a hand to his chest. Presses her fingers against it, her fingers splayed out. For a moment she believes his words as literal truth; for a moment his ribcage is empty under fingers. But then comes the beating, the thudding of the elf’s heart. 

Úmarthiel presses her lips to the little stretch of skin bared between the elf’s fur cloak and too-big bliaut, to the dip of the elf’s pale collarbone. 

“You know not what you do,” the elf-lord says, not unkindly, and tips up her chin, “you not know who I am.” 

Let me, Úmarthiel wants to beg, let me, star-crowned. 

That night she sleeps there, curled against the elf-lord’s chest, and his hand does not slip from her hair. 

:)

[silverliningheir]

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

Sexy Silver Secrets! (Accepting) [1/10] @thevisionaryreturns 

How does your muse respond to people making advances on them?

Pre- Entering the Business World/Workforce.

He doesn’t trust advances towards him as genuine, just seeing them as a method to either gain power of manipulate him. His body language becomes more tense and his eyes tend to stare directly at their own to unnerve them. His rejections are harsh and blunt. He was no idea what to do if he actually finds the person flirting with him appealing so tries to be more polite toward them. 

Workforce and Beyond

He still sees flirtation as a method of control yet also understands treating people too harshly can reduce his networking opportunities. So he becomes much more ambivalent. 

[thefanficmonster]

Hello ^_^ can I request a penguinz0 headcanons where he has a soft kawaii gf/s/o who's like the exact opposite of him, they don't swear, soft spoken, family friendly dhejje and when they both announce that they are dating their fans won't believe them they are nothing alike 😭😭 thanks in advance <33

CHARLIE MY BELOVED -*ahem*

Thank you so much for the request darling! I absolutely love your idea and I really hope my headcanons do it justice and I hope you enjoy reading them 💕

Pairing: Penguinz0 x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- If sunshine was a person, that'd be you

- The optimist, the starry-eyed dreamer

- The one who focuses on the silver lining and the endless possibilities of how life can wind in a positive direction

- You also used to be the one to never believe in the whole idea of opposites attract

- Man has that smacked you square in the face now

- How, you might be wondering?

- Well, allow me to tell you

- If a gloomy rainy afternoon with frequent shimmers of sunlight in-between the clouds was a person, it'd be Charlie

- The realist, leaning more into pessimist

- The one who's known to say: "Can this shit get any fucking worse?!"

- You see, Charlie never believed in such a thing as rules of attraction and romance

- As much as he lacks romance himself, he understands the concept

- Understands that there are no rules to it

- People aren't two sides of a magnet that can either push each other away or pull one another in

- No, people are complex, at least more complex than a magnet

- People understand the consequences to the pull and the reasons behind the push

- People aren't always the best at staying away when they need to

- Nor do the always stick around when they should

- People are hardwired to love and want to be loved

- Yes, even Charlie, even if he refused o admit it up until he met you

- "Love is cool and all, but have you ever had a perfectly made grilled cheese sandwich? That shit just hits different, don't come at me."

- Yeah...he was that type of a guy before he met you

- After the two started seeing each other, the change in him started becoming more and more evident

- Bad habits are often more contagious, but between you two, it seems to be the other way around

- You've helped Charlie become a better version of himself, take better care of himself as well as work on better expressing his beliefs which is something he's always secretly been worried about

- You’ve also started converting him more into optimism but he’d never admit it

- And this whole time he has just been trying to get you to swear at least once in your streams

- He’s failed, I'll tell you that

- Truth be told, you don't need to swear, not when he does it for you

- You'd be in the middle of playing a song on your guitar or doing your makeup on stream and he'd just walk in, striking up some small talk

- The only catch is, every other word would be a cuss word

- So you’ve gotten in the habit of muting yourself automatically when you hear the door starting to open

- Well one time you weren’t quick enough

- Or rather not attentive enough since you had your noise cancelling headphones on

- That way Charlie managed to make his way into the room undetected, come up behind your chair and kiss the top of your head

- Although the gesture was endearing, it still startled you to find out you were no longer alone in the room

- It was only then that the fact that Charlie was in frame with you set in

- While your eyes widened in momentary shock, he just waved at the camera

- “What the fuck is up everyone. I hope Y/N’s told you about me cause if not....this would kinda awkward.”

- You’d agree, but your face was buried in your hands, the blush on your cheeks increasing by the second

- “Babe look! Your chat’s literally flying, damn!” 

- “Yeah and who’s fault is that, Charlie?”

- “You’re cure when you’re flustered” :)

- “I swear to God...”

- To make a short story shorter, the your respective fandoms took the news surprisingly well

- Yes, they were quite shocked at the unlikely pairing you and Charlie make, but they were all so supportive and happy for you both

- And so were Charlie’s friends who he introduced you to directly soon thereafter 

- To say you were nervous about it would be an understatement but they too were so kind and lovely, it was hard not to warm up to them immediately

- Who knew that your boyfriend’s shenanigans would take you this far

- I mean, it should come as no surprise: if you’ve had an impact on his life in the aspect of his view of it and the world itself, he’s had an impact on yours with helping you get out of your comfort zone and be more spontaneous 

- Without him you probably wouldn’t have been able to check off all the things you’ve crossed off your bucket list up until this point

- Oh yeah, and as I said he’s tried to get you to swear at least half as much as he does but to no avail

- “No, Y/N, ‘crap’ and ‘screw’ don’t count as swear words.”

- You’ll get ‘em next time Charlie

- Or probably not

[biillyhargroves]

cas-babysitter-dean-pizzaman said: I have this headcanon were they help each other with their own traumas and just being the most supportive boyfriends to each other . Lot’s of cuddling and shit :)

this checks all my boxes!!! pls accept this Steve/Eddie/Billy moment, brought to you by Boys With Matching Scars(TM) and a shameless adoration of the entire hurt/comfort genre.

within our common threads (fic requests open)

Silver moonlight slants through smudged glass, warped in strange shadows as it filters through the gauzy curtains of the Munson trailer. Hands tremble in the dark, feel through the fog of stubborn sleeplessness to find the faucet, run the tap, fill a maybe-clean tumbler with lukewarm water. 

Eddie raises the cup to his lips, tilts his head back, and downs the whole thing in one gulp. He sets it on the counter, glances up and startles at his own reflection in the pitch-black kitchen window. 

“Shit,” Eddie mutters, scrubbing his hands over his face. He squeezes his eyes shut, presses his fists against his eyelids as if the pressure might shove away all the awful things that fill up his dreams these days. The scars on his sides burn in a way that makes him think his very cells remember, that they’ve all re-arranged themselves somehow, every little molecule of his skin ready for battle.  He sucks in a breath, counts to ten, releases it.

Eddie doesn’t hear Billy shuffle out of the bedroom, doesn’t hear Billy ask if he’s okay. He feels someone step up behind him, holds his breath and stills every muscle of his body until Billy’s arms curl around his middle, his touch warm and familiar. Eddie opens his eyes as Billy rests his chin on Eddie’s shoulder and Billy says, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eddie whispers, blinking until their reflections come into focus, until he can meet Billy’s eyes in the glass windowpane. Billy’s thumb slips beneath the hem of Eddie’s shirt, draws gentle circles on his skin. Eddie feels himself uncoil and leans against Billy’s chest. Billy takes his weight with ease. Eddie explains, “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah,” Billy mumbles softly, his breath tickling Eddie’s neck. “I know.” 

“I just—” Eddie starts, and then he shakes his head. “It’s just—”

Again, Billy says, “I know.”

“How do we do this?” Eddie asks. “I mean, really?”

“Do what?” asks Billy. Eddie drops his gaze. Billy holds him tighter. Eddie shifts in Billy’s grasp, turns around to face him, rests his hands on Billy’s sides, right over the thick skin of his scars. Billy looks down, frowning, shuddering ever so slightly at Eddie’s touch. When he raises his gaze again, Eddie looks sad.

“This,” he says, tracing the curve of one huge mark from Billy’s hip up to his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, leans forward, rests his against Billy and chokes back a sob when Billy’s arms hook tight around him, holding him even closer. He curls toward Billy, and Billy puts a hand on Eddie’s head, fingers tangled in Eddie’s hair. 

Billy is quiet. The truth is, he doesn’t have an answer. He has lived with scars for so long, his skin battered and bruised long before hell opened its mouth in Hawkins. These new ones, though...They’re different. He knows they are, and they are constant reminders of the evil lurking around every corner. They make him feel helpless, and so he holds Eddie even tighter, because if there is one small thing he can do in the face of such grave danger, it is to remind himself that he will never have to face it alone. 

Billy glances down the hall where the bedroom door yawns open. A small light is left on inside, a strange little lava lamp plucked out of a garage sale heap. Steve is still asleep, his chest rising and falling, one arm outstretched to the empty space once occupied by Eddie and Billy.

“Hey,” Billy says softly. “Come on.”

He nudges Eddie, and Eddie complies, lets himself be lead down the hall and into the bedroom. Billy guides Eddie onto the bed, crawls in behind him so that he is nestled between Steve and Billy. Steve must feel the shifting of the mattress because he blinks blearily up at them, finds Eddie sliding in beside him and meets Billy’s gaze over Eddie’s head.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, and Billy juts his chin toward Eddie, mouths, bad dream. This has become the norm. A cycle of nightmares, of one of them waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing, in desperate need of the others to hold him, to calm him, to reassure him. It seems that they take turns, and tonight is Eddie’s. Steve settles his head back onto his pillow, whispers, “C’mere,” as he pulls Eddie to him. He kisses Eddie’s temple, his forehead, and lets Eddie rest his head against Steve’s chest. 

Billy secures his arms around Eddie’s middle once more, reaching one arm across Eddie lacing his fingers with Steve’s. They don’t talk. They simple lay there, all three of them tangled together, until they each fall back to sleep.

[silverliningheir-a-blog]

Seduction Style

in honor of valentine’s day! ( LINK. )

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement. You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you. By establishing this deep connection quickly, people fall under your power. And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

Tagged by: No one. Tagging: @blessedsnow @dragonmasterlance @snaggerleo @ultramarineguise @lukissed @the-wandering-rock-collector

[bunny-rambles]

An idea that has been stewing in my head: Non-sexual intimacy with Kaeya

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Notes: First of all, thank you so much for being my very first anon request! Second of all, I hope I do Kaeya justice, it’s my first time writing for him (all of the characters, actually) apologies if my characterisation is a little bit off, it’s simply because I’m still learning how to write for him and everyone else. Also, this turned into general fluffy headcanons but I tried to stay within the request. With that being said, I hope you enjoy it!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

“A Gentle Touch.”

Despite the Cavalry Captain’s flirtatious behaviour, behind the suave, silver tongued facade he puts on for the others around him, is someone who simply just needs to be held. Kaeya has always had to deal with things alone. His father abandoning him, his adoptive father dying, his brother turning on him after he finally decided to tell the truth… It’s going to be hard to get his walls to lower for you.

But, when he does, you’ll find certain things out about Kaeya Alberich no one has ever had the pleasure of knowing.

He is very fond of skinship, of any kind. Whether it’s the faintest touch of a pinky lightly bumping against his own while he walks beside you, or intertwined hands swinging back and forth carelessly as you two laugh about a ridiculous pick up line he came up with on the spot just to try and fluster you. It never fails to make his icy heart flutter in his chest whenever your skin meets his calloused hands.

When you’re walking around Mondstat, he loves having his arm around your waist or shoulder with a smug look on his face. If it’s not obvious, he’s definitely showing you off. A teasing squeeze here and there is not something that’s uncommon, especially when he sees a passerby’s eyes linger on you for just a little too long. When you question him, he shrugs you off and tells you’re thinking into it too much. You don’t comment on the jealous glint his gaze holds, or the way he tightens his arm around you,

He loves holding you, he’s definitely one of those people who wrap their arms around you while they’re sleeping and pull you in close. He clings to you, holding you tightly like you’re the sole purpose of his happiness. He likes it when you rest your head on his chest, and listen to his heartbeat. He likes to remind you in that smooth voice of his that it, “Only beats for you, my dear.”

Please, PLEASE let him rest his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat too. He likes to hear it as he’s drifting off to sleep, reassured that you’re here and you’re not going anywhere. Not while you’re wrapped up snug in his arms like this.

Kaeya’s favourite thing you do, however, is when you run your hands gently through his silky locks. Those beautiful hued waves of navy blue, flowing gently between the gaps of your fingers. He can’t get enough of it. Him, laying on your chest, with your fingers carding through the small knots that have formed from having his hair tied up. This is where he truly finds peace. In your arms.

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It had been a very long day for the two of you. Kaeya had been stuck in his office with mass amounts of paperwork due to Jean being absent for a mission away from Mondstat, and you, who had been stuck with ridiculous commissions all day. You were both in need of some comfort from one another. You knew Kaeya was tired when he didn’t stop by the tavern for a quick drink before heading home. Refusing a chance to have some Death After Noon and annoy Diluc while he was working at the bar? Definitely not like him. That’s why you were so surprised when you heard the door to your shared home open to reveal a rather disheveled looking knight.

“Kaeya? You’re home early… Did something happen?” You questioned, making your way towards him and sliding your arms around his neck while he was leant down to take his boots off.

“Quite the contrary, actually… I’ve been stuck signing the Acting Grand Master's name on every piece of paper I’ve set my eyes on today. What I would’ve given to be out fighting hilichurls or the abyss instead…” A dramatic sigh escaped his lips, followed by a curious hum after your display of affection. “Oh? What’s this? Someone’s feeling clingy.” He teased light heartedly, already having his arms wrapped around your waist once he had straightened up.

“Just missed you, that’s all.” You responded simply with a muffled voice, face buried in the fluff of his cloak. A low rumble resounded from within his chest, his hold only tightening around you. It hadn’t been the best of days, but it certainly hadn’t been the worst either. You were just happy to be in the company of the one you loved the most. And unbeknownst to you, he shared the same sentiment, perhaps even more so.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, I thought it was a little too short so I added this little scenario at the end. I enjoyed writing this one but if it’s not to your tastes or if you wanted something more specific, please let me know dear anon (о´∀`о) I may delete this once I wake up a bit but only to continue to proof read!

[ira-hydrangea]

YOOOO req are open ??? If so , can i req imperial harem AU where the dorm leader reacting to reader acts mean and rude because she was being hypnotized

,,, and after she wake up she cry because she never meant to hurt them

I tell you the truth... THIS IS ONE OF THE HARD REQUESTS I EVER RECEIVED!! But don't worry. I'm up to the challenge. Just hope I pass right now.

Dorm Leader x Hypnotized! Imperial Heir Reader.

You have been acting weird lately. Always snapping at people and acting so rude towards your servant. This gives some a big question mark. What happened to their beloved Imperial Heir?

This situation not only confused the servant but also the consort. You are always so a soft-spoken person and never raise your voice over something trivial. But now... Everything they do is seems wrong to you.

In a short time, the few consorts notice something weird. You spend so much time with this newcomer. And whenever you get out from his rooms, you back to that evil mode.

'This is not right' they thought. And they hunch was right. They caught the preparator in the act. They are just in the middle of hypnotizing you back and the consort just burst in with a sound effect and order the guard to capture them.

Okay. I'm joking 😂 but the situation is almost similar. I skip the rough scene and get into the headcanons.

Malleus Draconia

You cry and hug this boy.

You remember all the awful things you did to him.

This boy tries to make you calm and said it's okay.

"I'M SORRY!!!"

"No no no... My beloved. This is the preparator's fault. Not yours. So dry those tears up. I know that you would never do anything that broke my heart." Malleus said smiling.

Malleus has held a grudge. A very big grudge. So he orders Lilia, Silver, and Sebek to save him a spot to teach that person a lesson personally.

You just turn blind eyes to that. You will join in if you can but your recovery is much more important.

After that, you will spend the most time with him. Sleep in his rooms for 1 week full and give him you attention.

Smug dragon boy 😂

Vil Schoenheit

Yes. You basically apologize to him over and over again.

"Calm down, my dear... Wipeout those tears away. You still need to explain this to the whole palace and give proper punishment to the preparator."

Vil understand that it's not really you that do the awful things to him but he is irritated at the person who did this.

Make the preparator his test subject. What? He needs to test a few of his potion effectiveness. Although it put the preparator in a very deadly situation more than once. They soon wish they were dead instead.

Leaving that scary thing behind. You start to give Vil everything he wants. A new silks, make-up, accessories. You also spend more time with him and always go out with him.

Vil is smirk when he sees other consorts' faces. That insult is very worth it.

Leona Kingscholar

"Calm down, herbivores... Your tears hurting my ears. Come here." His reaction is to hug you. Boy not good with words

You cry like a baby in his chest and keep mumbling sorry. He sighs, what happens to the grace of the Imperial Heir.

Spend the whole day trying to calm yourself down. He sleeps there, you have a problem?

After that is over, he turns his attention to the preparator. They would never survive the wrath of the lions.

What did Leona do?

Easy. Just throw him into the lion den and watch how they struggle to survive oh! Not to forget with their eyes plucked out.

Riddle Rosehearts

This boy are so angry at the preparators that he lock their magic away.

Immediately calm yourself down and keep saying the encouraging words.

Order Trey to bake your favorite sweets and bring him a cup of Lavender tea.

After calming your down, the punishment for the Preparators is given. He is a stern judge and based on Queen of Hearts rules. The preparator's head is going to be chopped and hung outside the gate.

Azul Ashegrotto

This boy holds a grudge more than you.

Left you in the room to settle the score with the preparators.

He destroys not only the preparators but also their family. Slowly from the social. He makes the tweels spread a rumor of the family's bad deeds. Only after that, did he play with the family financially.

Satisfied with that, he allow himself to return back to your rooms and calm yourself.

You told him how sorry you are and he use this situation to his advantage.

"Ah! My poor heart! Your words that day still pierced through my heart."

"I-is there something I can do?!"

"You can start by spending more time with me~"

Kalim Al-Asim

You cry, he also crying and Jamil has a headache.

How would I describe it? Kalim hugs you very tight bury your face to his chest and cries. You also can't help but cry.

Jamil needs to calm your both down.

It takes days to do it because no matter how much Jamil tries, he can't get Kalim to let you go. It's cute how you both get tired and fall asleep in the middle of the crying.

Sometimes later, Kalim woke up in the middle of the night and quietly get out of bed. Jamil already waiting in front of the door.

"Did you prepare it already?" Kalim ask. Jamil nods and still does not try to look directly into Kalim's eyes.

"Good... I give this brave man a gift they wouldn't forget..."

If you think the other consorts punishment is worse. Kalim is much worse. He comes from the land of Sands. His hometown tends to get creative to punish the servant that makes grave mistakes.

Kalim comes from a wealthy family so he is familiar with the sight of brutal punishment. Unfortunately, he has to use this method towards the Preparators.

Oh well... Maybe along the way, he can learn how to enjoy their screaming for mercy?

Idia Shroud

This boy is so panicked that he get out of his room using a slipper and without proper clothing. He even destroys a few of his consoles but he can buy that later.

When he reach towards the Imperial Heir rooms and found the situation had already been resolved.

Few people point it out at him and his clothing. That was when he realized his attire.

"U-um I'm s-sorry! I will just go back."

But the Imperial Heir stop him and told everyone to leave. After everyone leaves, they immediately latch themselves towards Idia.

"I'MSOSORRY!!! YOU ARE MY ADORABLE FIREFLY!! NOT A SHUT-IN USELESS CONSORT!! I CAN NOT BELIEVE I SAID THAT HORRIBLE WORDS TO YOU!!"

"I-It's okay!"

Idia is awkward at trying to console you but he tries his best. Eventually, you feel tired and fall asleep in his laps.

Now, Idia looks at his tablet while forming a plan to destroy this person's social status.

Oh no! He didn't believe killing the person that did this is the right decision.

If asked about this, he said to let them go and put them on house arrest.

Other people wouldn't want to associate with him or his family and that for Idia is already the worse punishment ever.

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[guardianofrivendell]

How the company reacts to finding out you and fili are married 😂

I loved this request and I decided that instead of making into a full blown fic - that would take me even longer to publish - I would do it headcanon style. 

Look at me making my way through requests 💪!

The Company Reacting to You and Fili being Married

Fíli x fem!reader 

Warnings: Fíli has one braincell in this one and he does not use it, open ending because it started to get too long but we all know it would turn out okay in the end, f-word, it is really silly I’M SORRY

A/N: It might not be exactly what you had in mind when sending in the request but it’s where my imagination took me 😆 This should not be taken seriously.

you were a last minute addition to the Company

Fíli and Kíli had kept the Quest a secret but you found out anyway, following them all the way to Bag-End

because there was no way they were leaving you behind

they were not happy - except maybe Kíli who was over the moon to see you

almost breaking his brother’s ribs when he shoved his elbow in Fíli’s side

wiggling his eyebrows while his eyes drifted towards you 

Fíli immediately regretting ever telling Kíli of his crush on you

little did he know you felt exactly the same

anyways

back to the Company

lots of protest from the other Dwarves because there was no way they were taking a woman with them

it didn’t take long for you to wrap each and every one of them around your little finger

them quickly agreeing on you coming along, but you had to promise not to be a burden to them 

Kíli blurting out that he and Fíli would look after you

that earned him a swift kick to the shins from Fíli

he made Kíli promise not to tell you anything and to not tease him about it

Kíli promised to behave and not embarass him in front of you

crossed fingers behind his back

during the journey Fíli had a hard time keeping it together around you

much to the delight of Kíli who found it all hilarious

at the slightest sign of danger, Fíli did his best to shield you from it

it kind of was exhausting really, keeping an eye on both you and his brother while also not trying to get killed himself 

as long as you were safe, that was what mattered most 

he thought he could pick up some signals from you that you might be feeling the same

or that could just be him seeing things

he was planning on asking you if he could court you as soon as they reclaimed Erebor 

so he still had some time to build up his courage

and he was sure not to tell his brother about this 

but everything escalated one night when Thorin decided to share some news

they were all sitting around the campfire, chatting after dinner

when suddenly the subject of marriage comes up 

Ori asking what a wedding ceremony is like, since he never witnessed one before

before anyone can explain, Thorin clears his throat

“You will find out soon enough. We will have a wedding once Erebor is reclaimed.”

Everyone looking at each other questioningly, shrugging shoulders when asked if they know something

“Who’s getting married?”

dramatic silence

then Thorin looks at Fíli

“As soon as Erebor is ours again, Fíli is to be wed to a lady of nobility of the Iron Hills.”

a few gasps were heard among the Company

Fíli had dropped his bowl of stew to the ground

Kíli sat wide-eyed beside him, his eyes flickering to you 

you were completely still, as if frozen in place

you should have known you didn’t stand a chance

Fíli is part of the royal family after all 

but then Fíli stands up with a jolt, as if bitten by something

“I can’t marry her.”

Thorin sighs, he knew this was coming

“Fíli, it is important to strengthen the relations with-”

“No, I can’t marry her because... because...”

his eyes landed on you and his heart broke 

your eyes fixed on the ground, hands tucked underneath your thighs and biting your lip 

in complete panic he said the first thing that came into his mind

“... because I’m ALREADY MARRIED!”

okay well

that maybe wasn’t the best thing to say 

seeing how Thorin was about to burst

“Already married? TO WHOM?!”

...

Fíli panicked again

think of a name think of a name think of a name

any name but-

“Y/N!”

your head snapped up and your jaw almost fell to the ground

Kíli screeched in excitement, clapping his back

“Way to go, brother! You never told me you guys eloped?! No wonder she was so keen on coming along.”

Fíli looked at him and was speechless

did he seriously believe he would marry someone without telling him

without telling anyone?

yes, yes he did

it appeared the whole company believed it

he received pats on the back, a shove here and there

lots of ‘congratulations’ and ‘well done’

Dori was tearing up

Glóin and Bombur welcomed him ‘to the club’

you received the same treatment but were still too stunned to react 

when Thorin stood before you, you almost cowered in fear underneath his stare 

he crossed his arms and gave you a stern look

“Are you pregnant?”

“NO!” both you and Fíli yelled at the same time, absolutely mortified

his lips started to twitch and to your surprise Thorin smiled at you

“It didn’t go the way I expected but... Welcome to the family!”

Thorin hugs you

I repeat

Thorin hugs you

meanwhile Fíli is having a small extensive crisis 

he meets your eyes and you’re shooting daggers at him

he fucked up big time

there was no way out of this 

not this time

after Thorin it was Kíli’s turn to give you a bonecrushing hug

your feet might have been off the ground for a few seconds

“I never thought he would finally grow a pair! I mean... he couldn’t even talk to you without embarassing himself!”

“Thank you Kee”

you locked eyes with Fíli again

“Excuse me, I need a word with my husband.”

you ignored the feeling in your stomach when you said that

how right it felt 

lots of hooting and hollering when you dragged Fíli out of the campsite

you raised an eyebrow at him in question

enter puppy eyed Fíli 

“I panicked”

“Out of all the names you could have blurted out it had to be mine?”

since he was already in too deep he could just as well tell you the truth

it’s not like it couldn’t get much worse at this point

“You’re the only one I’m thinking about.”

smooth Fíli, really smooth

you’re speechless but your eyes betray you

they’re filled with love and adoration

and Fíli’s heart fills with hope

maybe he didn’t screw it up that bad

his hand disappears in his pocket

here goes nothing

“I was going to wait until we were at the Lonely Mountain...”

he opens his hand for you and you see a blue and silver courting bead with intricate carvings

“But since we’re already married-”

 you scoffed, but couldn’t help the wide grin on your face

“Would you do me the honor of braiding your hair?”

Told you it was an open ending... but we all know how this one would continue :) 

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The last thing we need is for Y/N to go feral- XD Anyway, can I ask for some headcanons where Malleus, Rook, Vil, Silver, and Trey have to take care of their fem s/o after she turns into an actual cat please (lab accident, or spell gone wrong)? Thank you!

You can read S/O goes feral/acts like a wild animal headcanons here!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

... Honestly, with how powerful of a magician Malleus is, he could restore you to your usual human form right away The only reason he doesn’t is because you tell him you want to see what life is like as a cat. Your wish surprises him, but he respects your desire and allows you to do as you please until you are ready to return. That whimsy of yours never ceases to amuse him.

Night time strolls are a staple! You faithfully follow Malleus as he traverses the camps in the evenings, sometimes scampering ahead to lead the way through the darkness. Your eager attitude never fails to draw a chuckle from him as he allows his partner to guide him, just as much as he guides you.

Malleus likes to keep you resting in his lap during meetings (well, the ones they remember to invite him to). Because of his overwhelming aura, he has scared off a few mob students that walked in and saw him menacingly stroking a cat in his lap while listening in on a briefing. Malleus unintentionally gives off the vibes of a James Bond villain--

For your food, Malleus personally roasts your meat for you in his magical green flames. It’s a little act of love meant to add a bit of flare and pizzazz to your meals!

There’s a game you like playing together, similar to how you’d play with a cat and a laser pointer pen back home. In a dimly lit location, Malleus will summon his little green fairy lights, and it’s your job to try and catch them all as fast as you can!

Rook decides to let you run loose!! Night Raven College is your new hunting grounds—and your playground—to enjoy! He’ll follow you close behind, just to keep a watchful eye as you explore in your new body.

You bet he brings his camera with him to tail you. Rook can’t miss out on this rare opportunity to catch come pictures of you chasing butterflies and pawing at his pant leg to get his attention. Moments like these need to be captured on film so you can one day look back on this time and reminisce!

Oh, Rook adores how your fur tousles and fluffs up when you run about! He loves ruffling your fur up himself just as much, and makes sure to get in a good head pat, kiss, or tickle in whenever he can~

This man is savage. He straight up harpoons fish or shoots wild field mice and, on one knee, offers them to you as fresh food or “tokens of his undying affection”.

No one messes with you while you’re out exploring (mostly because Rook sneaks up behind them with a murderous smile to prevent them from raining on your parade). It’s a taste of freedom you haven’t had in a while, and you get to enjoy every second of it thanks to your guardian huntsman watching you from both near and afar.

Vil’s determined to safeguard you and not let you out of his sight until you return to normal. In fact, he picks out a hand bag that’s just the right size for you to fit in, and brings you with him to class and to his various acting and modeling gigs!

Nothing but the best for you, no matter what your form. Vil ensures that the production assistants on set fetch you healthy but nutritious and high quality meals, and crisp, clean water to drink.

He prepares a special litter box for you that is styled like a canopy bed with curtains. Vil thinks it is unseemly to “use the facilities” so openly, so he specifically chose a design that comes with opaque curtains. That way, you can step in and use the litter box discreetly.

He pampers you from head to claw! Just because you’re a cat doesn’t mean his darling shouldn’t look their best. Vil will wash you, dry you off, brush your fur, and file your nails to perfection. You’ll look like you just came off the cat walk when he’s done with you!

After a long, hard day, Vil embraces you and mutters his grievances into your fur. He finds comfort in your soft, small form, finding that you’re so much more well-mannered and behaved than Leona “brutish wild cats”.

Silver likes keeping you close to him at all times--specifically, close to his chest. He likes the feeling of having something small, fuzzy, and warm near and dear to his heart... but he has to be careful when he’s holding you, because he tends to fall asleep when he gets that comfortable!

He doesn’t trust anything that Lilia whips up for you. Silver marches straight off to the Mystery Shop to purchase some premium canned tuna for you because he knows it’s safe from being tainted by his dad.

He makes sure you get your exercise in by playing with you! That could mean joining him for a jog, or batting a teaser as Silver swings it around. Sometimes you get so into it that you completely miss the toy and pounce on him instead, and you both end up tumbling into the grass, laughing.

Not all days are high energy, though. Silver has times when he just wants to be lazy and relax with you. He’ll scout out a shaded area underneath a tree with a perfect sun spot not too far off for you--and there you’ll be parked for the rest of the afternoon, soaking up the mild weather.

Silver loves soft and fluffy things, so he’s always patting or squishing you in some way or another. He especially likes to nuzzle his face against yours and squeeze your little jelly bean paws... It’s so therapeutic!

First thing’s first, Trey’s clearing the kitchen and the immediate vicinity of foods that cats can’t eat. That means grapes, chocolates, onions, garlic... He doesn’t want you getting sick or hurt!

Trey’s not as good at cooking as he is at baking—but he knows enough to throw together some raw fish and spices to make a special tuna tartare (garnished with a basil leaf). He uses his handy-dandy food processor for the job while you sit at his side, waiting for the tuna to finish churning. It’s adorable watching your ears and nose twitch in anticipation!

After you’re done eating, Trey helps you brush and floss your teeth. He’s not exactly sure if cats need to take care of their dental hygiene to the same extent as humans, but it’s better safe than sorry!

When you’re indoors, Trey follows you around with a lint roller or a vacuum cleaner to clean up any stray cat hairs. He also keeps you away from curtains and furniture--anything that could be damaged by your claws! Riddle would throw a fit if you damaged anything!

Trey fusses over you as his dorm members attempt to get a head pat, cuddle, or a selfie in with your cute kitty self! He claims it’s because they’re causing you trouble, and while that’s true, he’s not being entirely truthful, either. He’s actually a little jealous that he has to share you, too!