#dheadcanon

[wackpedion]

@sobredunia youuu and your fucking crack aus an dheadcanons for charlie. you might not know this but theyre dubiously canon to me. charlie who isnt a humonculi but rather a human. charlie whos dr huescas nephew. i think about these things on a weekly basis

having collaborative ocs with friends will have you saying shit like "what if scimble was bumpus wouldnt that be funny" and then like two weeks later its one of the most important pieces of lore you have

[msdaisymacnair]

@toomcnairtocare

Daisy’s wedding party: Beverly Hookum, @zephyrbcll, Sybill Trelawney 

Walden’s wedding party: @zahishafiq, @bazlestrange @themalcolmgreengrass

[dirkcressed]

Too Much || Self-Para

May 9, 1980 4:19 AM

Dirk stumbled into his living room, too exhausted to brush soot from his clothing.

His lip trembled as he looked around the place. He’d been warned that Aurors had searched it when he was brought in for questioning, and it didn’t feel safe anymore. Thankfully they hadn’t fully trashed it, but he could tell. That drawer wasn’t shut. That blanket was unfolded and sitting on the wrong side of his chair.

Tipping his head back, Dirk finally let the tears he’d been struggling to hold back flow. It wasn’t his first time crying tonight. He’d cried twice while in custody. Once during questioning as an Auror he didn’t know continuously pressed him to admit why he’d done it. He pushed Dirk all the way to the edge, but the final straw was him leaning in and sneering, “If you were trying to stop her from expanding the Riff-Raff Reform from including your kind, you’ve failed. Mudbloods will be the next ones under Ministry surveillance regardless of who runs the show. I think your little display tonight has seen to that.”

“I didn’t do it!” he’d choked out, tears finally falling.

The man looked at him in disgust and left. Dirk had cried again a few hours later when no one had come to check on him and he’d gotten too far into his own head. Despite his own innocence, Dirk had been sure they were going to throw him in Azkaban for this.

Then he’d received a “heartfelt” apology and a promise that he was free to go without scrutiny. 

Without scrutiny. That was laughable, he thought to himself as he slid down the wall next to the fireplace. He rubbed his palm against his face, trying to clean himself up. His reputation was in tatters, and Dirk hadn’t done anything to deserve it. First The Prophet had published those nasty rumors trying to implicate him in a scheme that didn’t exist. Now this. Now he was a murder suspect. Even though he’d been cleared and someone else charged, Dirk was never going to be able to live without that hanging over his head.

A loud “mrrow!” pulled his attention, and Dirk coughed out a laugh as he saw Sylvia pop around the corner. 

“Did they harass you much?” he asked as she climbed onto his lap. 

She chattered at him for a moment before turning in a circle against his legs and lying down.

He wiped his face against to get rid of some of the excess moisture before dropping his head down to rest against her fur.

Dirk stayed there on the ground for nearly an hour before he’d fully cried himself out and drag himself up, finally letting Sylvia down. He picked up his blanket, but Dirk couldn’t find the energy to refold it. He placed it back in a pile, but at least now it was in the right spot. 

Sylvia called again, this time from his bedroom, and Dirk figured he should listen to the instructions. He kept a hand along the wall to steady himself as he walked into his room for the first time.

Things were more in disarray in here than the living room, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he mentally prepared himself to clean it all up tomorrow. 

Dirk flopped down on his bed, freezing when he head the slight crunch of glass. He sat up, flipping down his blankets.

In between the layers was the photo of Dirk with his parents and sisters that normally lived on his bedside table. He stared at them through the fractured glass, growing cold as he wondered how it had gotten there. Hesitantly, he flipped it over, and the words he found there had him dropping it back onto the bed.

Cute family, it read in a sloppy scrawl on the back of the frame.

Whoever had written it had deliberately left as a gift for him to find, though a gift Dirk didn’t see it as. He couldn’t see how it would be anything other than a threat.

He’d been so careful to keep his family separate from him. He’d skipped Christmas and missed birthdays. He’d sacrificed so much in concern for their safety.

And it was all for nothing.

All at once, Dirk sprang into motion, moving without thinking.

He had to fix this. He had to leave, to do something. Dirk threw some clothing in a bag before heading to the bathroom. His toothbrush and a soap dispenser gifted from his mother. The living room: his blanket and the papers from his fire safe. A book Asher had thought he would like.

Dirk’s bag was small, but he stopped to pack another. A jingly mouse, yarn ball toys, and a collar all went into it, although with a half-empty bag of cat food.

Sylvia meowed at him suspiciously, and he scooped her up to press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’ll hate this,” he said as he deposited her into the carrier usually reserved for vet visits. She protested loudly.

Dirk looked down at the few bags in front of him. This was it. His whole life, and this was all he had to take with him.

He looked over at his desk. He should write. He should at least let Asher know what was going on, maybe say goodbye to Amelia and Edgar. Maybe even Henry.

He blinked back tears again. No, if Asher saw the letter before Dirk convinced his family to get out of the country, it would be all over. Asher would follow him and try to talk him out of it. But Dirk’s mind was made up.

He had to put his family first.

And there was so little left for him now.

[thewitchandtheangels]

tagged by: @atelophxbiia

tagging: @heartfullofxfright bc i know kendra loves poetry tbh. and anyone else who wants to do it!!

famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.

REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month, //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // whose woods these are i think i know // let us twain walk aside from the rest; // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my luve is like a red, red rose // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me, // it was many and many a year ago, // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire / some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, // death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art— // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summer’s day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.

[imyourlastbreath]

More often than not, Dante sees his mother as weaker than she is. The love he has for Libi is blinding, and so he makes the mistake of seeing her as damaged and hurt, a little bird with a fragile heart and fragile bones that needs to be protected and loved at all costs. Growing up he had to see Libi get hurt, he was the only one who Libitina would allow to see her in any state of dishevelment. 

He saw her tears and binge drinking, the bruises and the cuts. Looked at how prominent her bones looked under the artificial light and grew angered by each passing moment at how there was no one to step up and just stop it all. While Libitina is a strong woman who won’t take a task she believes can’t be completed, Dante sees her a woman who, even if strong, find herself in the mist of situations that she shouldn’t be in, to begin with.

He is almost in love with his mother, and he would have gone half mad if he had gone to the stars without her. He loves his father even more because of how he makes her smile, he despises Illa for how he almost put her well-being on the line. For Libitina he is still a three-years-old in need of her mother. For Dante she is this tinny old-lady who should to be handed everything. The relationship is highly dysfunctional.

[theoddfamily]

Rebellious Daughter, Broken Son || Untold Odd Stories || Endewyn & Dean

Disclaimer. This is a long ass drabble. LONG AS FUCK.     you have been warned 

The dark black hair of her were glued on her pale grayish face, the blacked out eyes focused ahead, she knew where she had to go, her feet guide her easily but she was pay too much attention in the way, she couldn't find any human in the way… Fragile little creatures, fools too, they could ruin everything with a single word and yet Endewyn was going to defy her father for them… Maybe she was jealous of their meaningless life? Maybe after so many years she was just tired of take lives of them… Or maybe she was just upset with the case she was working…

What ever were the reason behind her fury, that case, that person.. that was one person too much. 

”Show yourself!” She said between her teeth. ” You have been following me for the last ten minutes, I could feel it… Show yourself and we will talk”

"You are the only child of mine that speaks with me that way." said a Man in a white suit and black shining tie, holding a very large, red umbrella  Death always showed himself as man for Endewyn, not because Eddie had problems with females, but Death had to be much more firm with her than any other of his other children

"I know" said she with an angry frown under the layer of wet hair that covered her sickly pale face. " I have my reasons to do so..."

"I am quite aware of that child... "

"You know everything, I know...I know..."  She pushed some of the raven hair of her face. " That doesn't change what you did."

"And what is that?"  Death asked with a small blink of his eyes.

Endewyn was looking serene, almost calm as she spoke, she had no patient but that was much like her, and it was that explosive way of her that contrasted with her gentle and docile personality was what  made her the best in what she did.

She was responsible to take the hardest, and most complex cases, mediums  children, those who fight death... All of that...Was Endewyn's job, and she was used to it, but even her had a explosive point.

"What you DID?" She shook in place clenching her fist so hard that her long nails dug on her skin making the poisoning black blood of hers drip on the ground and killing the plants around her in a perfect circle. "HE WAS A CHILD. A HEALTHY FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD. WHO COULD SEE ME, WHO COULD SENSE ME, WHO KNEW HIS PARENTS HAD TO DIE BECAUSE OF WHAT IS ABLE TO DO, AS I GOT NEAR HIS ROOM"

She wasn't screaming, she was growling,  a brutal sound that came from the deep of her soul and exploded in words on her lips , brutal and loud , each syllable of her were filled with... Unbelievable sorrow. Endewyn wasn't angry she was hurt, see that child made her furious because... In the end she was simply tired.

She was really tired of take away people that deserve to live. and that little kid, that blond innocent boy who woke up when she stepped in his room and asked her , in a sleepy, scared voice for her to be quick, because he didn't like to feel pain, and his daddy had taken him to had a shoot that day.... That boy that understood that she came to collect his soul and he was not afraid, he didn't fought, he didn't cried, He asked her to be quick.

That was one time too many for the very old banshee. She left the child behind and came to talk with her creator. She wanted that life of her to end.

"And you didn't got him to me did you?" Asked death calmly

"How could I? he was a child, he had no reason to be taken." She protested with large sickly white tears dripping down her face

"Endewyn he had all the reasons to be  taken. That child, that very unique child was born with a gift that will bring him despair. He can see though us, he can feel our aura... He is one of the most powerful humans of this century Endewyn... "

"And that is an perfectly reasonable excuse to end his life? You are acting as rational as those humans!"

"If this child grow up there will have two options, if he tells someone about what he can see, and feel, they will call him insane and lock him on a asylum and he will be miserable for the rest of his life, taking medicines that will turn his brain as something a little like mashed  potatoes. Or he don't tell anyone, and the vision of creatures like you and your friends will make him end his own life."

The words of Death echoed inside of her, like a wave that hit the rocks on the shore, over and over and over. There was no way to escape, there was nothing that could be done, that kid, that little child with impossibly beautiful eyes... A child that had no chance, no chance at all to survive just because... He could see what everyone else ignored. 

"There must be something to be done... His soul is still pure, he is still ... a child... Please." She pleaded to her creator " I need hope to carry on... You know that more than anyone."

"Hope is a very dangerous thing " 

"And the most powerful feeling, I know, I know... Give him a chance... Give ME a chance... Father, Mother, All great spirit of begin and end, I beg for your protection and your love, give me now the one thing I ask... Safe him... Please."

A warm breeze blew and moved the deep dark hair of Endewyn and next to her creator there was the second great God, the one even Death respect and the one who was really fond of Endewyn;

"Master Time." she said with a smile and a small nod

"My dear, you look old." Joked the man with gray hair  in a very white suit with a tie with two little clock's pointers that moved slowly in a eternal circle "And you look very very sad... I do think I should blame my loved one " His white pupils found the hodded figure behind him with a small smile on his lips.

"You will spoil my child Time." Death said in much more amused tone than she was speaking before.

"Of course I am" He winked at Endewyn, who laughed "She was asking for your help and I decided to come for her, just a talk... And advice if you prefer call that way"  

Endewyn looked at Time, who seemed much more calm and easy than Death, though she loved most dearly the one who gave her a propose it was good to have a counter part such sweet and kind. And of course, time was the best to find little loopholes on the very elaborated laws of Death. 

"Oh there it goes... " Death said as the hooded figure was now formed as tall woman with a long black dress and a very white skin with incredible black eyes, she was serious but she also had a hidden smile on the very corner of her lips, just like her loved one.

"Oh My dear, don't be so grumpy. It is just a little advice I have for my pleasant Endewyn." He kissed the cheek of the black haired woman next to to him, and she smiled  " Remember my dear one, a child with pure soul, that drinks the blood of one who can not die, becomes one much more than human." 

And finally it hit Endewyn, and she smiled. A bright and happy smile on her lips, there was after all hope, for her and for the young boy.

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Two  years since the fire that took Dean's parents and gave him a new protector. A mother of sorts, the old Banshee, who was cursed never had a family, never had a child of her own...  Had a child to take care. A little boy, who was much more than a boy.

Dean had drank of the blood of Endewyn and became himself a Omen of Death, able to detach souls and cure bodies, his eyes could see the time left to one soul and even though he was just a boy... Dean remembered the day his life changed, when his parents were killed by the fire and he went from a child to a monster. 

"Will I always be that way  Enddie?" Asked the little boy with long blond hair "Always scaring people and making others... Upset?" he asked after he was ordered for his very first job. 

It was a a simple job, and not much painful for either him or Endewyn, a soul of a very old man who long waited to meet his loved one, but still it was a job... He had to look deeply in the Death's eyes, and feel the sadness of those who stayed alive... And that was the most current and most painful thing a Omen and a Banshee could feel... It was the very thing that made such creatures so dark, so very sad.

"You make me happy" Endewyn explain "And to me you are an angel an not a monster at all."  

"Angels are creatures of light, I bring death. I can not see how am I a good ...Thing. Enddie... I am a monster." Said the little boy in a very upsetting tone. 

It broken Endewyn's heart, not the words the boy said, no... Something very worst, something that was beneath the words of his. It was the prediction of a future for the little boy she saved from Death, a future of hate and sadness... How could one live a life worth living when he did not even believe he was worth be alive... It was a life she did not want for him, but it was the curse she gave him... And she hoped one day he would understand the truth.

All lives must start and end and it was their  job to put the last period, Endewyn hated her job but did it as she was told for her Father, and hoped her guarded child would come to understand it too. 

"You are not a monster, you are a pure and amazing little soul my love. And you never be  any different, at least you will never be any different than amazing to my eyes."

Dean held her hand and kissed her palm. 

"And I don't want anything else but be loved by you" he smiled and hugged her. 

Endewyn kissed the very top of his head and smiled, her eyes covered with a thin layer of tears. Her arms wrapped around the little child and quietly she hummed a little song that was known only by him.

"My dear child, is time for you to sleep. Have dreams and hopes, and never forget that I love you... More than anything, and I'll forever love you" Endewyn whispered, but Dean never heard, he was already fast asleep in her arms.  

[englishmeninny]

Luca speaks English, Latin, Greek and Italian.

Damien speaks Greek, Latin, French and English.

Elliot speaks English and French.

Rhys speaks English, Afrikaans, French, Russian and Italian.

Eli speaks English, German, French and Spanish.

[therubblexorxoursins-blog]

                                               I hate my  w e a k n e s s e s

                                                  they made me { who I am }

[msdaisymacnair]

*ahem* Last words... for Katie.

@zephyrbcll @remuslxpns

Dear Katie,

I love you, sweet girl. You’re beautiful and special and talented and the best person I could ever hope your papa could raise. I hope by the time you see this that we’ll have had years and year together. I hope you’ve met my children and that you are as close to them as a big sister. I hope I’ve gotten to watch you grow up and grow into the sass I know you’ll have.

I hope your papa and daddy have given you everything in life they dreamed of.

Time is hard right now, Katydid. There’s a lot of uncertainty in the air, and I’m sorry you have to grow up in it. 

I’m scared. I’m not afraid to admit that to you either. I don’t know how old you’ll be when you see this, but know that when you first came to live with your papa, I was scared to death both for you and for the world. It’s not a good place right now.

But it’s full of good people. Find them, Katydid. Find the people whose hearts are as good as yours and surround yourself with them. Even when you go separate paths, they’ll be there when you need them most. Your papa was for me.

I hope whatever happened to me that he’s still there for you, and I’m so, so sorry if he isn’t. The same can be said for your daddy. I don’t know him as well, but I know he loves you just as much.

If I’m not around, I don’t know what women you’ll have to turn to for support. I get it if you need someone else who understands your body or your situation more specifically, but don’t keep silent from your dads just because you’re embarrassed. They’re embarrassed too. You’ll get through that together, and they’ll either give you the best answer they can or find someone who can answer it better. 

If you aren’t at Hogwarts already, you’re going to love it there. If you already are, treasure each memory. I know it’s hard to tell now, but it will go by so fast. Soon you’ll be looking back and wondering about the stupid things you did with your friends. I certainly do about your papa. And if you’re out of school already and started with your adult life, I am so glad we got so much time together, Katie. You’re one of the most special people in my life, and I wouldn’t trade that time for anything.

I love you, and I wish for you all the blessings I can in your life ahead.

Love,

Your Aunt Daisy

[intcrdirearchive]

Daniel is really passionate about being a producer. He can't wait to leave school so he can start working with his dad on it. If he starts talking about it, he won't stop.

[violetvolk]

Daniel Headcanon

With a though looking,  horrible attitude and a really arrogant smirk, no one would ever say that Daniel is a experts in sewing. He is the one who does most, if not all, of Violet's costumes and outfits. He has a taste in fashion even though he uses the same clothes over and over. His sister is a fashion designer and for a long time, before he found out about his passion for science he thought he wanted to be a fashion designer too. 

[thewitchandtheangels]

((The more I think about it, the more I feel like in human verses/other verses, Daniel wouldn’t be related to everyone else?? He’d maybe be a neighbor or something? I can’t imagine he and Gabriel not being super close and they’ve probably known each other most of their lives, but I just feel like he wouldn’t be a sibling?))

[canceledtheapocalypse-blog]

Damian hates it when people refer to their friends as 'bro'. Fucking hates it. He won't even stop himself from slapping you upside the head if you call him that. 

[imyourlastbreath]

A Dante Leo Duquesen Moodboard

[theoddfamily]

"You were the one, the only ... You saw through my rudeness and found my scars... You left me, and it was not betrayal... It was protection.  I am that unworthy, and I hope you are happy now."

Raindrops falling from heaven Could never take away my misery But since we're not together I pray for stormy weather To hide these tears I hope you'll never see Someday when my crying's done I'm gonna wear a smile and walk in the sun I may be a fool But till then, darling, you'll never see me complain I'll do my crying in the rain

[englishmeninny]

Luca has gotten a PhD in History and Economics.

Damien has gotten a PhD in History, Philosophy and Literature.

Elliot has gotten a PhD in Literature and Politics.

Rhys has gotten PhD in Law.

Eli has gotten a PhD in Neuroscience, Literature, Law and Management.