#argule headcanons

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{Love Languages: How They Express Love}

Program: Just some brainrot on how I think they show their love :)

Counselors: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, Billy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

How They Feel Loved | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Argyle -> Gift Giving

Everyday, he stops by your house to present to his lil pick of the day. He's kind of like a crow in that shiny, unique, cool items catch his eye, and he needs to pick them up. One time it was a split golfball from when he and Jonathan when to the junkyard. Or another time he found a pretty rock and made you a necklace. A lot of the time it's a small bouquet of wildflowers. He just adores the beaming soft expression you look at him with.

Robin -> Physical Touch

Soft hand grazes during spring walks in the park. Kissing the crook of your neck when you two cuddle during movie night. A hand at the small of your back during get togethers as she gently rubs her thumb across your shirt. She may trip over her words at times, but she is utterly obsessed and in love with you. She just wants to remind you of her feelings whenever she has the chance, but does so in intimate acts of devotion.

Jonathan -> Acts of Service

He will offer everything in his capability to make you happy. Driving you to campus early in the morning before going to the office. Meal prepping for the week, because he knows the two of you have a busy schedule. Dropping off a report if you forgot it at home and need it for a business meeting. He is you're number one supporter and will do anything to help you succeed and reach your goals.

Billy -> Quality Time

He knows that between work and school as well as your schedule, he doesn't spend nearly enough time with you as he wants. When your schedules do align together, he is there completely, and you have his complete attention. Dates are always a combination of what both of you want to do. A drive in the Camaro to pick up milkshakes to watch sunset. Cuddling with a movie on in the background as the two of you just chat. He just wants to be near you.

Steve -> Physical Touch

Cannot keep his hands off of you. He literally just wants to put you in his pocket and carry you around all day. Hand on your thigh when driving to errands or to hang out with friends. Pressing his face into your middle when you lie down at night and falls asleep to your breathing. Little pecks that melt into a soft make out session while cooking breakfast. He craves your touch and wants to pour his whole heart into every moment.

Eddie -> Giving Gifts

An artist needs to share their work to be able to live, and Eddie cannot not stop creating for you. Love letters tucked into the visor of your car to greet you in the morning. Poems dedicated to your radiant being that paint you in the most beautiful light. Creates an NPC in the campaign that resembles you, so that you're even there for Hellfire. He designs and prints your own Corroded Coffin band shirt that no one else gets to have. It's all for you.

Nancy -> Words of Affirmation

She is desperately trying to improve herself and show that she adores you. So over time, she becomes more aware of the effects words have on people. Especially the pretty blush that tickles your cheeks when you compliments your outfit for the day. Or how your smile shines when she encourages you to pursue your passion. Especially when you sigh her name after she whispers in your ear how well your doing in a stressful situation. Constant reminders of how she loves you as you are and who you will become.

[fablegate]

Headcanon: bishop is the result of argull and danllma catching an owl egg pushed out of the nest by the mother and deciding to see if they could hatch it. (After making sure something was inside)

as entertaining as that would be Argull and Danllma will already be having their hands full in terms of kids

[imagine-darksiders]

Speaking of the Lord of Bones, have you done any headcanons with him and his human friend?

I do now : )

- To begin with, you and he didn’t get along at all. 

- You are still alive, thus unwelcome in his realm.

- He envies your beating heart and threatens to extinguish the life from your body. But you’d fixed him with a soft smile and asked him politely not to, which threw him completely. 

- You’re quite vocal, telling him exactly what you think when he kills his three Dead Lords.

- He would often tell you that you’re stinking up his throne room with your ‘living’ stench. 

- The King finds himself baffled by your protective streak, over both the horseman and the Blademaster. It’s unusual. You start to intrigue him. 

- But gradually, the longer you spent in his presence, the more he found himself familiarising your scent with positive encounters. It gets to the point that he notices when the room seems so much more…stale when you’re not there. 

- He marvelled at the way you weren’t intimidated by him, even when he loses his temper, despite you being a mere human. But you still maintained a certain level of respect that one should always carry in the presence of royalty, which he appreciates. 

- The Lord of Bones sees your loyalty to Death and figures that he could stand to use some of that loyalty for himself. Having betrayed Argul, he’s exceptionally wary of treason.

- Eventually, he begins to request your presence in his court, offering to keep an eye on you whilst the horseman conducts his business in the Dead Lands or asking your opinion on the nature of your fellow humans’ souls. 

- He uses your friendship with the other residents of the Eternal Throne to garner more information on you. Which he uses to try and win your affections. 

- Did he say affections? He meant favour. Affection is so far beneath him. 

- You seem to be the only creature in existence who can really make him laugh. 

- His favourite conversations involve making fun of his Chancellor, who can only stand there with a sour face and say, “Very good, your majesty….” as both you and the king rip into him. 

- He has judged your soul and deems it worthy. 

-You’re not driven by a desire for vengeance or hate, you’re still so young and full of love. He hadn’t really ever felt something even remotely close to friendship. Then you came along.. 

[kahran042]

Headcanon songs - The Claidi Journals

Zand shook his head. He said, still in my language, "There are other things, on the Rise." And then—and then, to cap it all, as if too much hadn't already happened, this STAR rose over the cliff. "My," said Yazkool. Even he looked awed, for a moment. Hrald just gawped. Zand got up, jingling, and bowed even lower than Bow, to the Star. Argul told me something about stars, the way some of them are suns of distant worlds, and some are nearer and are planets, worlds like ours, that wander through the skies by night. I've never quite understood, although I loved to hear talk about it. Is this a star, then? A planet? What? I don't know. Only that its enormous. I mean I actually sort of measured it later. Holding up my hand, the Star up there, by then even higher, neatly vanished behind my thumbnail—but for its glow. It's blue-white. It gushes light, dazzles. Stark shadows fall away from it over the ground, as if from a nearly full moon. Zand named it, in his own tongue. But I know what it's called now. I asked Dolly its name. It's called the Wolf Star.

- Wolf Star, chapter 5

[shellpunchyouintheface]

Christmas Eve headcanons

This is for @hogwartshousesnet secret Santa. I made this gift for… @notyouraveragegryffindoor!!!! I hope you like it.

Christmas Eve

Every year, if there’s snow, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and the twins have a snowball fight.

They formulate teams and everyone is extremely intense.

Ginny and Harry are always on opposite teams because otherwise they’d work together and sabotage everyone. So, instead, they fight ruthlessly against each other, ignoring most of everyone else.

Magic is technically against the rules of the game, but eventually someone uses it to enchant their snowballs and then the mayhem begins.

Enchanted snowballs fly everywhere. Hermione is exceptional at sending argul charmed snowballs. Ginny’s snowballs usually have a devilish kick on the end of them and everyone remembers why she shouldn’t be on the same side as the twins.

Harry is good at dodging the snowballs and tends to send them with a playful punch at the end.

Towards the end of the game, only he and Ginny are left laughing as they shove each others faces in the snow.

Eventually, they both give up, laying sprawled in the snow sending puffs of breath into the frosty air.

Finally, Harry pulls Ginny to her feet and they walk inside together, their arms around each other dragging their scarves behind them.

Once they get inside, the warm air spread over their pink faces and the smell of hot apple cider and warm cookies wafts across their noses.

Mrs. Weasley is in the kitchen, casting her wand about in a tizzy trying to make enough food for the hungry family the next day.

Hermione and the twins convince her to pause and let them do some of the cooking for her while she relaxes by the fire. At first she holds her ground, but when Hermione reassures her that she will personally make sure no harm is done, Mrs. Weasley retires to the fireside.

Immediately, Hermione shoos the twin and Ron out of the kitchen and sets Ginny and Harry on tasks to the Christmas meal.

Harry is a very adept cook and starts to bake the most delicious smelling pies.

Ginny is a very specifically good cook and her recipes fill the kitchen with delicious scents.

When Hermione turns a blind eye, Ginny tries to snag some of Harry’s butter, and he tosses some flour at her to stop her.

Hermione turns around to see the two locked in a skirmish while laughing uncontrollably, each of them have somehow managed to get covered in flour

Hermione pretends to be mad, but she can’t help but let a grin show on her face.

At last, Ginny relents when Harry places a kiss on her floury nose and she lets go, but not without an annoyed look over her shoulder.

Mr. Weasley comes home later that night tired and worn from his day at work complaining about singing ornaments and Christmas trees with a healthy appetite for christmas lights

He brightens up when his family nearly knocks him over with their hugs.

That night, they sit around the fire, listening to Mrs. Weasley’s favorite songs. She sings along with the radio while the others exchange annoyed glances.

Mr. Weasley tries to grill Harry and Hermione about the muggle world only to be interrupted by Mrs. Weasley who insists he give them a break.

The twins tell the best ghost stories until everyone is clutching the person next to them and hanging on every word.

Mrs. Weasley shrieks as George tells the grizzly details of his tale and clutches Mr. Weasley beside her.

Hermione ends up curled in Ron’s arm, her brown eyes shining in the fire light.

Harry stares across the fire watching Ginny look at her brothers in rapt attention, her red hair dancing with the dusky glow of the fire. He finally pulls his eyes away when he feels Ron kicking him in annoyance.

It gets late and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley head up to bed. The twins head suspiciously to their room soon after to do who knows what.

Ron and Hermione slowly fade into a secluded corner of the house to curl up and watch the stars sparking in the sky outside the window.

At last, Harry is lone with Ginny after all the bustle of the day. He smiles across at her and she grins back.

They talk for awhile and Harry sits next to her with his arm around her. As the fire dies, they nod off, Ginny’s auburn head resting softly on Harry’s chest. He sleepily looks down at her with a sappy grin on his face and kisses her head before finally falling asleep.

They wake up to the bustle of the house at much too early an hour.

Fred and George burst into the room laughing and teasing them until Ginny throws her shoe at them and they leave.

Harry looks up and grins. The twins have enchanted mistletoe to float above their heads tinkling softly.

Ginny looks up at him with a sleepy smile and kisses him softly. Harry breathes in her scent he knows so well and lets his fingers slip through her long soft hair. Ginny slowly pulls away and slides her fingers over the scars on Harry’s chest and on his forehead. The war is over and their life together has only just begun.

“Merry Christmas, Harry,” she murmurs.

“Merry Christmas.”

[hawthxrnerps]

G and J for Franchis/Argul

Smut Headcanon Game

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

         Franchis is typically always gentle and soft in just about any action with Argul. This isn’t through fear or anything, he just enjoys being like that. Even when their mid sex, he lets his eyes linger locked onto Argul’s, or his hands moving gently on his back while the orc is inside of him etc. 

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

   Franchis isn’t blind to people’s desire towards Argul, it does make him self conscious at times since he can’t help but compare himself to them sometimes. But when he’s feeling a little brave he’ll step in close to Argul, offer a smile and try to entice the orc into a kiss. 

[theseanrps]

send 💕 for a love headcanon for Marcus

Marcus thought love was for the weak before Daniel and Argul. He was so afraid of appearing as an Omega and knew that if he fell in love with the wrong guy then he would exploit his nature. He closed himself off until he met Argul and Daniel. 

[kahran042]

Headcanon songs - The Claidi Journals When did I first start to panic? Well, that was long before this. Really almost as soon as I saw the Princess Ironel. She came walking along the stone porch with her black licorice cane tapping on the ground. Her hands were white claws. She wasn’t beautiful like Jizania, and Ironel had all her hair—partly black still, or iron-colored—pulled back off her masklike face into a towering topknot stuck with silver pins. As she approached, Nemian and all the others kneeled down—not one knee either, both knees. And the slaves were flat, all but her slaves, who presently kneeled and bowed their heads. But I stood upright, there on the boat-ship. Why? In a way, I was frightened of tearing the dress if I kneeled. (It seemed very flimsy material.) Or getting it dirty. I mean, it couldn’t be mine. They’d provided it, this lot. (Just as maids had been dressed by the House.) I did bow my head. But that was shame more than anything else. And why was I ashamed? Second sight, maybe, like Argul’s mother. Sort of cricking my neck, I saw Ironel Novendot raise Nemian and embrace him. It was a stiff and a cold embrace. It was as if one of the towers did it. But he seemed awfully happy. He kissed her claws. “You found her,” she said. “Madam, I did.” “What is her name?” I heard the old voice rasp. (Me?) “Claidissa Star.” (Me.) “Yes," said Ironel Novendot. “That is correct.” The hairs rose on my scalp under all the curls and coilings. What did she mean? He’d found me? She knew me? Then the appalling slaves on the boat were help-thrusting me up the stairs onto the bank and into the porch, and I was right in‘ front of her. “You are welcome to the City,” said the old woman. She spoke—as he had—as if only this City existed, capital C. Like the capital H of the House. All lies, as now I knew. “We are very glad you’ve come,” she added. “I, certainly.” She. She didn’t look it. Her eyes, jet black with grey rings around the black. Awful eyes. But she did look like Jizania, in a way. Was it just her age? No—and anyway, how old was she? “We will go in now,” she told us. An order. Everyone got up, simpering.

- Wolf Tower, chapter 17