#diors stupid headcanons !!

[envious-dior]

SKIN CARE SCIENTIST HEADCANONS

headcanons if you, a scientist, were apart of grace augustine’s team and managed to score not one, not two, but THREE hotties !! (tsu’tey, neytiri and our favorite colonizer, jake !!)

i will format this properly and prettily LATER

i have HEADCANONS and THOTS and they need to be released

that’s so emo of me tehe !!! “released”

okay back to one of my previous posts about YOU (but not really you, it’s just an OC without a name really) being on augustine’s team and literally only being there for skincare purposes

you bedazzled your name tag, you have a pink lab coat and bedazzled goggles !!! queen shit

its actually hilarious bc you probably only got recruited after writing a compliant about her book on botany bc it didn’t have the properties on how it does with human skin, is it a natural moisturizer or sunscreen or what auggie ???

and that somehow got you recruited

you are always talking back and need to have the last word she HATES you

jake on the other ??? y’all are BESTIES. he ADORES you to pieces

you call him “meals on wheels” after hearing lyle make a comment about it (again) bc you thought it was hilarious. you are the only he doesn’t mind hearing it from !!

anyways you and jake are besties from day one !!

this will be a fic one day and bc i self project, you now have curly hair (you are tender headed like me :(( )

you are FLABBERGASTED when your avatar has straight hair bro you are LIVID

you went on a rant for like five minutes after seeing your avatar and jake literally went heart eyes on you, baby boy has been crushing since DAY ONE

you, on the other hand, have not !!

he adores it when you complain. you complain a lot.

youre probably a privileged kid, you hate bugs, but adore the floral life of pandora. you are literally sobbing on your uncomfortable bed as you hear, whatever pandora adjacent of a cricket is, making noise near your ears you are trembling and you are complaining to anyone who will listen

jake is listening and has definitely killed more bugs than he could count

you are there when jake runs away to play with the flowers !!

and you look hot, auggie (grace augustine, you call her auggie) forbade you from wearing your skirts but you have jean shirts, a blouse tucked in or whatever, your killing shir !! girl boss girl queen !!

jake decides to fucking KILL YALL but taunting wild animals

you hate white men

you do not have an athletic bone in your body, you are literally whining and he’s telling you to stfu.

do you listen ??? no absolutely not, why listen to a white boy who was in the military ?? there is no good reason too !!!

yea Neytiri hates the absolute both of yall when she’s stalking y’all

you are also going heart eyes on her, as well as jake . jake type of people is people who are way out of his league apparently, or rich heirs(heiresses)

jakes trying to flirt while you’re absolutely silent bc lordy lord SHES SO PRETTY !!!

she had a symmetrical face, wide doe eyes and pretty lips you literally don’t stop thinking about her features, she’s so pretty you cannot look away

she thinks ur the fucking weirdest bro

but tsu’tey ??? TSU’TEY ???

you love a man whose holding a literal blade to your queue !!!! jake has an awkward hard on he doesn’t know whether to be jealous of you or tsu’tey

in this au ?? POLY RELATIONSHIPS RAAAAAAAAH

your probably semi-fluent in navi bc… ur actually meant to be on pandora lol

you tug on jake’s ear when he tries to approach etyukan (??? idk how to spell his name yall sorry) and now ensures a mini argument between the two of you

"JACOB CAN YOU FUCKING NOT—”

i wholeheartedly believe in jake sully’s full name being jacob timothy sully

it’s just right i cannot explain it he looks like a jacob timothy sully

ur mini dispute is only interrupted by mo’at whose touching all over you

you ??? heart eyes. you love her voice, the way she speaks, how she pronounces certain words !!!

i love mo’at and her voice she’s amazing she’s everything to me

she probably hates you

“im apart of the jarhead clan 🤓” you are stifling GIGGLED

BECAUSE THATS SO STUPID ??? ITS STUPID !!

you explain that ur a scientist, but ur not just any scientist, youre a cool scientist !! skincare RAAAAAH !!

they are not impressed with you. tsu’tey, who you decided that you will marry one day, is snorting at your words and calls you an idiot.

you are HEARTBROKEN

jake is now stifling his own giggles

he doesn’t laugh he GIGGLES he’s my lil meowmeow

mo’at decides neytiri will have to teach jake and you their ways, you are definitely complaining bc you can’t run without bursting a lung but she shoots you a look and you instantly quiet down

because it’s mo’at if she tells me to stfu, im shutting the fuck up what can i say

neytiri has to deal with two dimbasses and tsu’tey laughs until mo’at decides he’s also helping

PLOT TWIST !!!

yea that’s all i got im so tired imma head to sleep yall goodnight

[hernakedmuse]

Eddie Munson x Horror!Bimbo Reader 🦇 💕 Part One

Headcanons about Horror!Bimbo

Horror!Bimbo isn't Harrington rich but she isn't Munson poor, she's lower middle class. Her dad is very distant, he manages the grocery store in town. Her mother is a part time librarian, and is there for reader as much as she can be.

She has an older sister who is studying pre med at The University of Chicago, they were once close but her sister became snobby once she started living in Chicago and only visits on holidays now. She thinks reader is stupid and hopeless with no future.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader is 18, a senior while Eddie is 20.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a white German Shepherd called Pyewacket.

Pyewacket hates everybody except for reader, she rescued him from a mean neighbor who would chain him up as a puppy. They've been thick as thieves ever since.

Pyewacket doesn't even let her parents into her room without some growling and snarling.

Horror!Bimbo!Reader also has a white rat called Socrates who often rests on her chest while she watches movies.

Pyewacket was the name of a famous witch cat in the Salem Witch Trials and a familiar in the 50s film Bell, Book, and Candles. AND Socrates was the name of Willard's white rat in Willard(1971).

Horror!Bimbo!Reader has a big oral fixation, she's constantly chewing her Extra! Refreshing bubble gum, or sucking on heart shaped lollipops that she hoards a bunch of from Valentine's Day that last her throughout the year.

It drives poor Eddie insane watching her mouth like that.

And she has such a distracting mouth, especially with all her lip gloss and lip liner defined lipstick painted lips.

And she's a big lip biter too.

He has spent many a time jacking off to the thought of those lips wrapped around him. With her shirt bunched up above her perky tits that never seemed to wear a bra for some reason.

And her plush ass that was alwayss adorn with a thong that he could see under very short skirts when she would bend over, her pussy lips puffier than the average girl and would be straining against the lace or satin of her thong, a lot of the time not completely covered.

Eddie has shamefully bust in his jeans at the sight at least twice.

And when she wears her obscenely tight jeans, her whale tail of her thong would peak out from the top of the high waist cut somehow, and you could easily see the outline of her thick vagina through the crotch of the jeans.

And almost always you could see the nipples of her bouncing tits through her shirts.

She tortured poor Eddie, especially when she would always smile so sweetly at him through the hall with a breathy Daryl Hannah "Hi Eddie" that she always managed to sound suggestive.

And in class (they have English and Pre-Calc together) , she always managed to sit in front of him, leaning forward so he could see her whale tail, or her juicy pouty lips when she'd ask to borrow a pencil that she would chew on and suck on before giving it back to him. (He is a little ashamed to admit he saves a whole collection of those at home). He'd also get high off her succulent smells. Like her strawberry shampoo, rosewater body lotion, her apricot hand cream, either baby powder and vanilla body mists or spicy and fruity Poison by Dior that he knew she would shoplift from the department store at Starcourt.

Our little bimbo has sticky fingers. Her family isn't the richest and she is such a seagull. Sees something shiny, might be a little too costly, like expensive lingerie or luxurious perfumes and she HAS to have it. Flirting with sales men and women and stealthily swiping the goods.

Eddie remembers the day he first met reader.

First day of her senior year, she walks into English in an outfit he knew she would get dress coded for, faded blue daisy dukes that squeezed the life of her dump truck ass and accentuated the lewd shape of her cunt. A red cropped tank top that was a little loose with a strap falling off her summer-loved shoulder, but tight around her bouncing unbound breasts. She had on white socks bunched from black doc like combat boots, and her hair up in a messy but very pretty high half pony half bun she had pinned up on top of her head, tendrils and loks framing her face and sticking to the back of her neck for it was an Indiana September. Her bangs framing her face and silver gold hoop earrings adorned her ears, red lipstick daringly painted her lips and black self manicured nails adorned her hands. She looked like a centerfold and he couldn't take his eyes off of her, neither could the other guys.

He knew it wasn't just lust however when she complimented his Black Sabbath t-shirt and then commented how she loves Ozzy solo work and rambled about an alter she once had to honor Randy Rhoads.

No, it was safe to say Eddie fell in love with her after that.

She was never ashamed to be seen talking to him. Sure she wasn't miss popular, the boys only talked to her because of her bimbo appearance but they all saw her as a witchy slut. They found her creepy but hot because she loves horror films so very much.

She's a little bit of an airhead, things tend to fly over her head, but she does love reading surprisingly. She has been scolded by teachers countless of times for reading in class ironically, and sometimes ditched to read in the library because the librarians adore her.

She likes to get lost in books and be in another world because she felt lonely in the real one.

Reader doesn't have friends, she comes off odd.

She giggles too much and blinks rapidly and shakes her head when she doest get things which is often.

Her mom says she doesn't process things like everyone else but that doesn't mean she's dumb.

She stares a lot and kind of looks like she has no thought in her head as she floats on through but she is actually lost in her own fantasies constantly through the day.

Eddie finds it adorable, and when people make fun of her for her oddities and aloofness he will do something outrageous to take the attention off of her, to protect her.

He saw she had nowhere to sit at lunch and invited her to his table, he realized despite being so beautiful she's the loneliest person in school.

She was so honored to be invited having a crush on him since freshman year. How could she not? He looks like the boys on her wall. Like Hawkins own personal rock star.

She became of Hellfire and with DnD she had him explain it like twenty times. Some of his friends may have groaned when she said 'wait' for the twelfth time, but we're silenced by theor DM's lethal glare.

She loved creating characters so much and had fun creating hers The Enchantress.

Reader always made food for the club which made them take to her easily.

She loves to cook and bake, she could be in her own world like when she would read or watch movies all day.

Her favorite book is Flowers in the Attic, and her favorite movies are The Company of Wolves, Slumber Party Massacre, and The Wicker Man. She will watch any horror film.

Her favorite colors to wear a red, pink, occasionally black.

[emasstars]

silly cunts

stupid headcanons | crack

a/n: i had no clue what to title this but oh well. anyways, happy april fools. hope none of you end up breaking a bone today!

* soap takes massive shits. no one can go in the bathroom after him because they will pass out, it’s like an atomic bomb. literally burns your nostrils. it takes ten business days for the bathroom to air out, and three bottles of febreze.

* ghost snores so loudly. you’d think there’s a truck in the room. nope, it’s literally just him. on top of that, if he’s comfortable, he takes up the whole bed. literally lays in starfish position. moves around and kicks so much to the point where you have woken up on the floor a few times.

* gaz wears expensive cologne that actually smells good. dior, versace, even chanel. literally has a skincare routine, too, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. he has a bunch of cleansing oils around his flat and in the barracks, and he always tries putting you onto his stuff.

* price loses hair when he’s stressed. always has his head in his hands when he’s briefing for particular missions. stray pieces of hair are scattered around his office, it’s actually awful. he’s constantly vacuuming and everything. you could actually make a carpet if you wanted to.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

random shameless headcanons: debbie edition

i’m doing every (main) character btw i’m just starting with debbie cus i’m me

she had a pink stuffed bear as a child that is now the most musty, disgusting thing ever with one eye and a big patch on it that debbie sewed on so that she could give it to franny.

she definitely owns dior lip oil (did she actually buy it or steal it? who knows).

she has like every social media platform ever and has multiple backup accounts because she gets banned all of the time because she either has been reported by somebody, said/posted something wildly out of pocket and inappropriate, or just spammed too much. she also definitely shit posts on tiktok and posts a minimum of three videos a day.

she puts on a ridiculous amount of perfume every day because she got bullied for smelling bad as a kid but now she just wears way too much.

she loves vouge.

little debbie drank her coffee black, and older debbie drinks it with an ungodly amount of cream and sugar.

i feel like she liked brandy melville but was furious about their sizes so took to twitter and made a very angry post about it.

veronica and fiona pierced her ears when she was nine.

she doesn’t smoke (cigarettes, at least), but she vapes.

she uses pinterest religiously.

she texts all of her siblings (and mickey) on a daily basis and only gets a response half of the time (usually from carl, lip, or fiona, if she’s lucky she gets one from liam or ian, mickey will respond but always responds with something stupid).

she sets up playdates with franny and fred ALL of the time.

on franny’s sixth birthday, she threw franny a party that franny wanted, and it was vampire themed. debbie thought that she’d hate it but she actually had fun because of how excited franny was (i’m writing a fic about this rn, i’ll link it when i post it).

she EVENTUALLY gets therapy and learns to cope with her trauma and gives herself and franny a good life and gets a good, nice, loyal girlfriend (maybe it’s sandy, maybe it’s not. all i know is that it isn’t heidi).

[iiikaruz]

New CH episodes have made me officially decide to stop caring about the actual cast of the show </3 (/hj but i wish it was /j)

Anyway would you like to share some of your headcanons/scenarios for the side/minor characters ? It always makes my day 💚💖(/nf)

dude i feel you on these new episodes. wtf is going on over there. anyways, i’ll gladly dump this 10 ton stack of headcanons on you that i wrote down!! Marie Antoinette: 

loves hyperpop and 90s house music. she’s so slay (i have a playlist lol)

into european weirdo cinema like Gaspar Noe’s but she also likes chick flicks (her fave films are Climax (2018), Daisies (1966), and But I’m A Cheerleader (1999).)

frequents on lolita forums and goes to really shady places just to get cute lolita items.

has absolutely mastered voguing. super into ballroom culture.

has a pet borzoi (those groovy long-nosed dogs.) her name is “Vanille” and Marie loves her dearly.

wants to study fashion. she especially loves Vivienne Westwood and Moschino.

Jesús Cristo:

is a juggalo, and he indoctrinated Van Gogh into it as well.

says “it is what it is” at any minor inconvenience.

had a mental crisis at 13 as a product to the stress of living up to his clone father. similar to joan’s breakdown in s1e3 but 10x worse. he tries to ignore it when people bring it up.

designated driver on any road trip. for some reason.

into bands like The Cure whilst also bopping to Cypress Hill.

his fave video game is Parappa the Rapper.

accidentally punching holes/nails into his hand is a common occurrence. seems like it just keeps happening, so he’s learned to just roll with it. he’s also a pretty good nurse bc of it.

Marilyn Monroe:

is always down for the school play. BUT she usually just does script-writing and tech. 

into conspiracy theories and video essays. (all gorgeous gorgeous girls love video essays).

is a dedicated Britney Spears and Gwen Stefani stan.

SO “COQUETTE LIZZY GRANT DIOR RETRO” in her fashion choice.

she also gives “elle woods from legally blonde” vibes. straight A student right here.

CERTIFIED GIRLBOSS <3

Thomas Edison:

is obsessed with American Psycho (2000). he has a poster in his room and he’s weirdly obsessed with Christian Bale (very 🍎🍉🍊 of him, but he always excuses it with “oh no, i just idolize and worship him. there’s absolutely nothing gay ab it.” he’s lying.)

also he’s SUCH a pretentious film bro. he has a whole library of stupid film facts shoved in the back of his mind (im totally not projecting).

he only listens to: 80s new-wave stuff like New Order, Oingo Boingo, Beastie Boys, & Talking Heads OR Lana del Rey. There is no in between.

he worked (past-tense bc that shit is GONE in 2023) at a blockbuster video store next to the mall and he liked being a total bitch to people about it (example: “you really rented this shit? this movie sucks, dude”)

after getting unfreezed, he was ECSTATIC over how easy pirating movies is nowadays.

Napoleon Bonaparte:

member of the speech/debate club and he is THE WORST TO BE PAIRED WITH. he’s foaming at the mouth the moment someone gives a rebuttal he didn’t think of. some meetings end in him trying to beat up someone. 

into 80s rock like Metallica and Black Sabbath. he has an electric guitar. he also FUCKING LOVES ABBA AND JAMIROQUAI. like… too much.

unlawfully good at Just Dance. he absolutely fucks it up on the dance floor.

adores fantasy films like Conan (1982) and The Never-Ending Story(1984). he’s so lame/ pos.

he bakes really well. that’s all he’s got going for him.

he either found his napoleonic military uniform at party city or at a thrift store with Marie Antoinette; his story changes depending on who he’s talking to.

he cut his own hair when he was 14. the following conversation after he did so was with caesar, and it was just the haircut scene from fleabag . he then continued to keep his stupid haircut to what it is now.

is a hopeless romantic. he can make up entire love poems & sonnets in his head about a girl he’s crushing on, but literally cannot talk to people without sounding like a douchebag unless he’s super comfortable w/ them.

Ivan the Terrible:

is an avid deftones, sewerslvt, & duster listener (i, unfortunately, ALSO have a playlist.)

spends his nights scrolling on 4chan and arguing w/ people. him & topher have accidentally argued w/ each other AT LEAST 5 times.

literally refuses to take off his ushanka in any weather. it doesn’t matter to him if it’s 90 degrees, that thing is staying ON.

kins Travis Bickle and Shinji Ikari. i mean, just look at this dude and how he presents himself. average NGE & Taxi Driver enjoyer/ hj.

fave video games are Postal 2 and osu!. he plays osu! phenomenally, to the point where it’s impressive. (pls put that energy into a job or something).

and yea that’s all the energy i have to write this down :]

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Elured and Elurin as patron Maiar of lost children in the wild

(Stupid ooc headcanon time)

What if Elured and Elurin became Maiar after death in the forest

The thoughts and wanders and grieves about the lost princes of Doriath were so intense, that they accidentally got turned into Maiar

When people, especially children, went missing in the wild

Sometimes there were two ghostly elf children or two grey mourning doves coming for them

They led them to safety, to home

If the people could not make it, they guided the spirits to rivers, where water Maiar would guide them across the sea

Sometimes they trapped people a little while to play with them

They died as children; their form never changed much. They never got to grow up so they did not know what they’d look like as adults

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What if they were the ones who led Maedhros & Maglor to Elrond & Elros

Right after the attack happened, Elwing sent many children of the city away in secret. If she learned anything from Idril it was to always have secret escape ways. She had been building them for years.

She built those escape ways for that eventual Morgoth invasion. It would be quite delusional to think they’d survive at this point. She wished her husband best luck, but she was going to be the pessimist one and prepare for the worst.

She just never expect when doom come for her it was Sons of Feanor.

She stayed behind and organized her people to fight, keeping the Noldor gem with her. It was too much a burden and she would not let her sons suffer it like she was forced to. And it was a good distraction; the Sons of Feanor would have their full attention on her instead of the children, and even they’ll take it from her dead body (like they took the ships over five hundred years ago) she was damned determined to give them a very difficult time.

When the battle was finally lost she jumped to her presumed death with manic smile, knowing they’d have to risk Osse to get their shiny rock, the greedy Noldor, so protective of their brothers yet were willing to abandon her brothers to the mercy of a frozen forest

But she did not know Sons of Feanor learned and they sent force to find the evacuated groups, in case the gem was being carried away like last time

There were only three of them left. If they failed they could not do this ever again. And they tasked their youngest to track down those fleeing groups; it would be nice to spare him from the mass murder they were about to commit

It was Amras, the remaining great hunter, that tracked down and found the twins. But he was killed in the fight with the guards, who were from Doriath and were very determined to protect the children. It was enough; these Noldor killed their former king and queen and their two princes and probably their current queen too and now they are going to finish their slaughter of the whole line of Thingol do the work for Morgoth

And the twins fled into the wild, chased by Amras’s followers, with every intention to revenge their leader’s death just like those who revenged Celegorm

Two doves guided the children to a cave, but they could not stay hidden forever, someone had to take them to safety

The Havens was totally defeated, and it was too far away anyway. Their power never extended beyond the wild.

It was horrible that they had to pick the least murderous enemy to save their kin

And they remembered the tall scary elf killing the evil elf who murdered them, and wandering in the forest for days calling their names

(They were never found because they had been dead and buried deep beneath the land)

If the tall scary elf came they would lead him to their nephews. They hoped he came.

—————

(Maglor saw the twins of Dior occasionally in the latter ages.)

(He initially thought they were hallucinations. He sometimes saw his victims everywhere. The weird thing was these hallucinations were not yelling at him to jump into the sea. Took him a long while to realize they were actually real, and he reacted with absolute horror “you did not answer the Call?”)

(He tried to convince the twins to go to Valinor. The twins would prefer to stay on this side of the sea because there were always people lost in the wild. They had purpose here. And relatives)

(The twins tried to convince him to sail because he had a home and why wouldn’t he return? His mother was alive and his homeland was not beneath the sea. The conversation went as well as one could expect.)

(I think the twins had pretty good relationship with Daeron though)

(Melian and Elrond visited occasionally. Elrond had these nice cozy dark forests he grew himself. They also sometimes got to take a ride on their sister’s husband’s flying ship)

[swanmaids]

Luthien for the ask game?

thank you!

one aspect about them i love

How she's such a fairy princess! The Silm throughout is full of fairytale motifs but Luthien is an especially strong example. otherwordly swag off the charts.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

She isn't selfish and she isn't stupid. She's sheltered and naive yes, but she grows throughout the story. She's also not at fault for the people who choose to take advantage of that naivite.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

She continued to dance almost every day right up until the end of her life.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

Well, Beren obviously! But that feels like a bit of a copout, so... I'm a big fan of how she and Daeron are friends before it all goes down, and seem to be friends again before she leaves Doriath, with her forgiving him ;_;

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Finrod! They would have almost certainly met in Doriath, and it seems reasonable to assume that Finrod loved his cousin and was partially motivated to help Beren for that reason. I'm sure she was deeply saddened at his death. I like to imagine she was able to speak with him in the Halls.

also I think she should at some point fuck a woman. who said that

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Learned Taliska, and enjoyed using it to communicate with Beren and Dior.

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

*through desperately held back tears* die young by ke$ha is a dior and nimloth song im sorry i dont make the rules

[sennsational]

🔖 writings and such - haikyuu headcanon

what perfume the haikyuu characters would wear [pt.1] [pt.2]

okay so this is my personal take on what perfume the haikyuu characters would most likely (definitely) wear. no i don’t take criticism and i stand proudly behind this 😌✋ knowing myself, i will get way into this lmaoo

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characters : suna rintarō, bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, oikawa tōru and iwaizumi hajime

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suna rintarō - jimmy choo, man blue

listen. LISTEN. mans would definitely wear this scent, NO FUCKING DOUBT ABOUT IT. like the first time i smelled this, i immediately thought of him (and yes i bought it right after smelling it, same goes for some of the other perfumes i will mention hdbsj). the description of this perfume literally states that this scent is for the relaxed, independent and rebelic man. no i don’t think suna is per definition ‘rebelic’, but i do believe he’s not the easiest to handle yk

it’s a very aromatic and woody scent with some spice mixed into it

some of the notes are :

lavender

bergamot

black pepper

sandelwood

leather

bokuto kōtarō - dior, sauvage

this one is actually a personal take for me. my best friend wears this perfume all the time and every time he hugs me, i instantly feel comfortable. bokuto is my comfort character, so it just fits for me yk. also fun fact, but he has almost the complete same personality as bo. this perfume is inspired by the beautiful landscapes of open fields, mountains and the blue sky. the scent also reminds me of someone who is confident in his abilities and someone who is bold and sincere in his actions. these characteristics definitely describes bo for me, cause bo strives to be the best ace. like yes, he has his emo modes, but ultimately he grew out of it after the timeskip and that proves to me how strong he is. also there is a reason he was made captain, like some people in this fandom make him out to be some stupid ass dude who is dependable on akaashi for literally everything, but let me remind u that this man is older than akaashi and he’s respected by all of his teammates for his drivenness and sincere/outspoken attitude. yes, akaashi helps him out with stuff, just like any other best friend would do, but ultimately he isn’t in control of bokuto and he did realize this during vol.38 of the manga, when he was being benched. but yea, that was kinda my rant lmao

it’s a powerful woody scent with evident citrusy elements

some of the notes are :

calabrian bergamot

ambroxan

citrus

pepper

kuroo tetsurō - yves saint laurent, y

i definitely headcanon that kuroo still uses this perfume after the timeskip and that he first got it for his bday from kenma. when i smelled this perfume, it certainly reminds me of kuroo’s drivenness to become a successful man, someone who is able to overcome their hardships and who is to stubborn to give up on the path they engraved for themselves. i also like how sleek the bottle is and in some way it reminds me of him. i think it also reminds me of him because of the mix of intensity and freshness that in my opinion perfectly displays his provocative behavior at times, but also his ability to be kind and help those who needs it.

this scent is a combination of aromatic and woody elements

some of the notes are :

apple

sage essence

geranium

tonka beans

ginger

oikawa tōru - versace, versace eau fraîche

the description of this perfume literally says that this scent is for the elegant man, and isn’t that just the right word to describe oikawa in court. i know it’s listed as a very heavy scent, but in actuality it really isn’t compared to many other scents for man (i have this one too lmao). i actually got a lot of compliments when wearing this perfume and the melange of these particular notes makes me feel more calm and it also feels comforting in a way. and even though oiks isn’t my comfort character, i do feel like he does to the others both in the anime and irl. like he’s the captain and can bring out the best out of his teammates. u have to make people feel comfortable to be able to do that and that’s why i feel he would wear this scent, to also calm himself down with all the responsibilities he carries. also, ngl the bottle reminds me of seijoh

this perfume has a very citrusy scent with some woody and aromatic tones

some of the notes are :

cedarleaves

white lemon

amber

musk

rosewood

iwaizumi hajime - versace, eros

okay but if u’ve ever smelled this perfume, u would 100% agree with me that this is iwaizumi hajime in a perfume bottle. like holy shit this smells so good, LIKE SO GOOD GOSH (and yes i have this one too and i even gave it as a present for my best friend, cause it smell THAT FUCKING GOOD). this perfume brings out the intense charisma, sensuality, spice and unique aura of the man and a man who is strong with his opinions, beliefs, heart etc. basically iwaizumi in a nutshell to me

it’s a oriental and woody scent with touches of fruit extracts and mint for some extra freshness

some of the notes are :

mint

green apple

cedarwood

tonka beans

geranium

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[a/n] : did i go to the local cosmetic store to smell these perfumes and to make sure i can proudly stand behind this ? maybe. but it sure was a delight to look for the correct perfumes (in my opinion) and match them with these characters. i’ll probs do this again, when i have time to go to the store again :>

[2nd a/n] : oh and i know the majority of these perfumes are stated as for ‘man’, but i find it ridiculous how perfume and scents are labeled by gender. it doesn’t make sense to me, so if u by chance like these perfumes/scents, but ur to scared or insecure to buy ; let me be the first to tell u that u should go for it. fuck them gender norms right? and wear the fuck u want loves <3

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[fishandskygremlin]

Some of my Headcanon concerning the Peredhel Twin.

-We know that their grandfather Dior grew up very quickly for an elf, but their father Earandil seemed to grew up pretty much like an elf. Therefore I believe half Elven children each have their own pace.

For me Elros grew quicker than his brother, and when they ended up with Gil-Galad Elros was the human equivalent of a 30 years old, while Elrond was the human equivalent of a 17 years old.

Which mean that Elros was the wise elder brother while Elrond kept doing weird shit, starting fight and overall being a general nuisance of himself.

When people learned that Elros wanted to be a man and Elrond an Elf, they where sure they had heard wrong.

-Elrond was such a little shit. Keep doing pranks, and he didn’t really got at first why did Maglor and Maedhros abandoned them, so he tried to run away a few time. Elros, mentally older, explained to him that they couldn’t get back and that he had to trust him. Elrond finally understood when he had his sons.

-Gil-Galad chose Elrond has his Herald because :

Chaos

Elrond had a very human approach to problems.That is : solve it NOW, not IN THREE MILLION YEARs. Which is the preferred solution for elves because since they have forever they tend to take it. But their problems never get solved.

Mischief

He had a very good “get fucked” expression

He was the only one able to somewhat control Celebrimbor ( who had a very Fëanorian approach to orders. That is listen to what you want and discard the rest)

He was the son of Maedhros. Which meant trained by Maedhros. You could say what you wanted about Maedhros but he knew what being a leader meant and how to be a warrior.

-The reason why Elrond refused to king after Gil-Galad Died is because he and Elros used to drink together to bitch about their kingdom and their people and the stupid rules and diplomat and paperwork and and and...

Elrond went Nope. Not doing that shit.

-While Elros called himself son of Maglor, Elrond called himself son of Maedhros.

-When Maedhros died, Elrond chose the path of elf. He already knew he was going toward that path, but he truly chose that path because he wanted to have one chance to see his dad again.

He will never tell Maedhros that,  neither that he sometime though of killing himself to see Maedhros in the hall.

-It’s not that Elros and Elrond hate their biological father it’s that they didn’t  know him. He was never there. And while they forgived their mum for abandoning them when faced with her old boogeymen and not coming back to get them because she might have thought they were dead, they didn’t forget the fact that she didn’t pay too much attention to them when they were younger. She was traumatized yes, but that didn’t mean she had to traumatized them in return. But they blame their dad more because he was never there, busy having Aventure. And as adults with responsibilities they couldn’t imagine squirting them to have fun. And definitely not their responsibility to their children.

[insfiringyou]

BTS - ‘One Last Time’ - V leaves for the military (V x Cassandra)

Contains: Angst. Smut.

Set a few months after V and Cassandra’s historical roleplay goes wrong and she was forced to use her safeword, and following the events of ‘Refuge’ where Taehyung moves out of their shared apartment, Cassandra seeks closure on their relationship before he enters the military. 

This is a major part of our headcanon universe and ongoing storyline (find out more here) - this is set after Jin, Suga, RM, J-Hope and Jimin have started their military enlistment. 

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She unclasped the polka dot skirt as she locked the door and stepped out of the wide pool of fabric, turning to the pair of washed-denim jeans she had slung over the back of her chair before the show. It had been a two week stint at the small theatre and her throat was a little sore from singing. ‘Dreamboats and Petticoats’...her friend had shown her the advertisement for the part in the local newspaper and, while it wasn’t Broadway, the month of practise for the song and dance numbers had kept her mind and body occupied, preventing her thoughts from running wild.

The lighting was dim in the dressing room, but a sparkling glimmer in the large mirror caught her eye and her heart began to thud heavily as she eyed the large crystal vase on the table, a sea of blood-red flowers cascading over the sides. She considered who had let him backstage during the show, before she spotted the delivery receipt from a local florist on the dresser, weighed down by a tall bottle of Dior foundation. With a trembling hand, she knowingly teased through the lightly-spiced stems and petals until she found what she was looking for. The note had been handwritten; one corner of the paper slightly curled from the moisture of the bouquet. 

I leave on Friday

Always yours,

Tae

She put the note down slowly, surprised to find that her eyes had started to water. She had known for months he was due to go in and had subconsciously been avoiding the news websites she usually scrolled through for the past few weeks, not wanting to get involved. The flowers caught her eye once more, their fresh, sweet scent filling the room just as they had done on the day they met. Even the vase, a tall, crystal number, seemed identical and she wondered what had happened to the original. Had she lost it when moving apartments? Getting dressed and with a heavy heart that seemed to be beating too fast, she made up her mind and grabbed her car keys from her purse, deciding to forego the wrap-up party which was already taking place in the foyer, but gulping a free chute of champagne on her way past.

***

Roaming her eyes over the set of buttons, she struggled to recall which number Jimin resided at. A familiar pang of frustration rose in her as she reached in her jean pocket and pulled out her cell, flipping through the string of text messages between her and Taehyung, vaguely remembering him texting her the address a few weeks before. The fact he had sold his cozy, top-floor apartment in Gangnam to move into her cramped studio had been an arguing point from day one, and now, with an ounce of bitterness, she hoped he finally realised what a stupid thing he had done. It had been the first of many tense moments between them in the months leading up to the sex act which had gone so terribly wrong and she couldn’t help but wonder if they had been allowed more space apart, more breathing room, their lives wouldn’t have become so poisonously entangled that they needed to push each other to such extremes. It was pointless thinking of that now - what had happened had happened and, while they had texted intermittently in the past two months, with time healing some of the hurt he had caused her that night, she wouldn’t be able to forgive him completely. 

She found the message she was looking for and pressed the buzzer on the intercom, unable to remember which of the four floors Jimin’s apartment was on. She automatically took a step back as the front door opened, the sight of Taehyung on the doorstep, wearing a pair of frustratingly attractive glasses beneath his dark, curly hair, leaving her a little winded. He was clutching a crumpled paperback between his long fingers, the title unreadable in the small distance between them and she noticed how mature he looked; how his usually boyish features had changed in the months since she last saw him. She didn’t know what to say and could see he was likewise stunned into silence. Remembering why she had come; the flowers he had sent, she felt a stab in her chest and slowly moved forward, wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. His sweater was soft against her cheek, his scent familiar, as she held him close, feeling his hands cautiously touch her back, his fingers splaying as he hugged her gently.

“You’ve still got your hair…” She eventually murmured, realising they had been silent for half a minute as she pulled away. He looked surprised to see her; it was something in the way his dark eyes twitched which only someone who knew him as intimately as she had done would notice. 

“I thought I’d enjoy it while I still can.” He replied slowly, his hand moving subconsciously to touch the edges of the tightly permed locks, as though in a daze. “You got my flowers.” It was not really a question and when he stepped aside, she followed him into the building without a pause, waiting for him to lead her into the ground floor apartment. 

“How did you know I was performing?” She asked, waiting for him to close the door behind them before taking a few more steps into the narrow hallway. The pastel hue of the wallpaper along with the framed photographs which perched on the edge of a painted cabinet suggested the decor had been chosen by Ara; her and Jimin’s matching smiles filled the photo frame, the picture taken at a beach. She eyed, beyond that, a golden trophy she vaguely recognised from the MAMA awards and wondered whether it was Jimin’s or Ara’s.

“I saw a review online.” He shrugged easily beneath his pale turtleneck sweater. 

“I just took it for the money…” She paused, cheeks a little pink. The musical, which mostly attracted the older residents of the city along with their grandchildren, was not exactly the type of gig she had planned when going into acting. But then again, why should she have to feel embarrassed in front of him? “And the costumes.” She added with a smile.

“I love Buddy Holly.” He murmured sincerely, making her wonder whether he had even noticed her blush. 

“I know…” She whispered. A quick glance in the living room told her, as expected, he was alone. While the basics of the furniture were clearly not to his taste, the various objects lying around were clearly his; indicating he had been occupying the place for a number of months. She tried to recall how long Jimin had been away but failed. She guessed Ara must still be on tour, or otherwise happy to stay elsewhere while Taehyung stayed in the apartment. She wondered whether he had started looking for a new place yet, somewhere he could return to after all of this was over. “Do you have time?” She met his gaze.

“Yes...it’s just me here…” He confirmed, leading her into the adjoining space. She looked over the small pile of books littered on the coffee table as he put down the one he was currently reading. She could see the crumpled cover now it lay face up; the image of a train track fading into the distance beneath the title ‘Different Seasons’. “Do you have something else lined up?” He asked, hovering by the doorway to the kitchen, waiting to see if she would sit down.

“Not yet.” She turned to face him, once more taken aback by how bookish and academic he looked in this unfamiliar place. 

“I’ve been thinking about what happened…” He started, needing to say something to break the awkward air between them. She could see he had been holding onto this for months, unable to express his feelings in a text or phone call, and needing to see her face-to-face to explain in person. “I want you to know how sorry I am…”

The longing in his voice made her stomach drop, knowing he had spent months coming to terms with what had happened... He seemed so harmless and, looking at him now, she found it hard to believe how scared he had made her. A part of her knew, deep down, that this didn’t mean anything...that whatever had caused him to act out that night was still in him somewhere and she hoped that whatever toxic environment had caused their relationship to sour so quickly, he would know next time if it were to happen with someone else, to stop himself before it was too late.

“I just couldn’t leave things the way they were.” She admitted with a sigh, knowing that while it was not perhaps the most sensible option, it was the truth. “When you sent the flowers…” She found herself staring into space. “I remember why I fell for you in the first place.”

“Red carnations…” He murmured in a low voice.

“Because you wanted me...I know.” She nodded, recalling in perfect clarity how he had looked when she first saw him; the silk shirt he wore with the top set of buttons unfastened casually as she caught him in the foyer, the delivery boy ratting him out as being the one to have sent the flowers. She had not yet removed her long dress and the delicate beading and lace detailing had glimmered in the soft light, cast down from the chandeliers. She had been the queen of the fairies on stage and she couldn’t help but wonder whether he would still find her attractive up close, without the bold theatre makeup and glitter she had wiped off as soon as her final scene was over. The way that he looked at her as she tapped him on the shoulder, with his dreamy dark eyes, had quickly dissolved any doubts. His eyes ran over her features like she was the only woman on Earth; that they were meant to be together. It was the closest thing to love at first sight she had ever seen. 

“I still feel that way.” His voice brought her back to the present and her eyes snapped up to meet his. He held her gaze strongly, his usually dreamy expression replaced with something more fierce and concrete. 

“I meant to come and see you sooner.” She explained, both to herself and him as she moved closer.

“To end it?” 

“I hoped you wouldn’t argue with me.” She said softly, confirming his question. 

“I don’t see the point…” He murmured gently, rubbing his nose between his fingers and taking his glasses off. “You’ve clearly thought it over.”

She nodded, looking up at him. “Thank you.” Her voice whispered. “I wanted to come and say goodbye.”

His mouth twisted in acceptance, biting his inner cheek. “It means a lot.” She could see the tears starting to well in his eyes, making them glisten as his voice cracked. “I won’t bother you anymore.” He promised.

Her heart sank and she reached out for his hands, grasping them softly. “Don’t…”

He let out a sob as the first tears fell on his cheeks, his lips opening and closing a few times as he tried to speak. “I’m so scared Cass…” He eventually said, body trembling. She thought it was the most honest thing she had ever heard him say and felt a surprising wave of relief wash over her. His admittance wasn’t news to her; she had known it from the moment he received the letter, months before, but he had desperately tried to hide his feelings, masking them with wine and sex and pointless arguments. She wondered why he had fought it so hard, but realised she couldn’t relate; while her own sex faced plenty of challenges, it was only those with the Y chromosome which had to go through this particular ordeal. “I don’t know how I’m gonna make it through…” He wept, letting go of her hand to wipe his eyes messily with his sleeve.

“It’s not forever.” She reasoned, whispering soothingly. 

He sniffled. “I had this image of you being there when I come out…” His voice shook. “Of us getting married, having kids..”

She felt her cheeks grow warm, her stomach dropping unpleasantly as his face began to swim before her eyes, her own tears falling thick and fast. “It’s hard for me too…” She admitted, knowing that despite knowing him for three years, she had never seen him so vulnerable; he had never allowed her to get close enough to see him this way. “You’re not a bad person Tae.” Her brow furrowed, realising it was true.

He lifted his head from his chest, looking her straight in the eye. “I wanted to grow old with you.” 

“Stop…” She pleaded, her eyes and cheeks wet.

She felt his fingers tangle in the back of her hair as he bridged the gap between them, pressing his mouth gently to hers, their tears mingling as he opened his lips against her, wanting her to respond...to know how he was feeling. It was no use trying to resist; she could sense herself softening beneath his touch, knowing that she shouldn’t but unable to stop herself from kissing him back; their bodies pressing closer as she felt his warm breath against her skin. It felt cathartic and final, with her finally pulling away to press her forehead to his.

“One last time…” She nodded, agreeing with his silent plea, whispering against his lips. 

He was silent for a moment, nuzzling her warm, wet cheeks with his nose before tightening his fingers against her scalp, being careful to be gentle as he tilted her face upward, her long neck arched and exposed as he looked at her. 

“I loved you so much…” He gasped, his eyes glistening as he took her in.

“You too.” 

Their eyes stayed locked for a moment longer, savouring the mutual confession which was all that remained of their love. When their lips met again, she found her own hands moving to his hair, running it through the tight curls as he brushed the straps of her camisole off her shoulders, his palms holding her steady. She clutched him tightly to her as he opened his warm mouth against her chest, pecking her pale skin while she gasped above him, running her thumb over his exposed cheekbone. He continued for a moment, trailing along her collarbone before looking up, his eyes full of lust as she caught his lips between hers. 

Her fingers trailed along his lower back, appreciating the soft indents of his pelvis as she eased his sweater from his torso, throwing it to the shag-pile carpet before moving back to him, grasping his cheeks in her palms as they kissed ferociously. The band on her jeans was tight, but he slotted his thumbs between the gap at the back, moving them along her hips until he reached the button at the front. She allowed him to unbuckle her and slip his fingers beneath the hem of her panties, pulling them down her legs as he dropped heavily to his knees. Sweetly, he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, moving along the curvaceous parts of her skin where a light pattern of stretch marks adorned the fleshier part of her legs. She let out a moan, savouring his tenderness as he kissed her lovingly - seeming to trace the patterns with his lips, as though wanting her to see herself the way he did. Her lips parted as he tilted his head and moved between her thighs to the triangle of tightly curled pubic hair, pecking her slit sensually a couple of times before pulling away, a little breathlessly. 

“Can you stand up?” She asked softly, taking his hands in hers and pulling him to his feet.

She unbuckled his belt quickly, the sound of the metal clasp ringing through the cozy room as she eased the black fabric away from his crotch, reaching beneath the zipper to curl her fingers around his cock. She bent down as she uncovered him and kissed his long shaft gently. He was not quite hard; his emotions overwhelmed his desire, and she encouraged him onto the small, two-seater sofa at the edge of the room, sitting him down while she nested between his legs, the carpet soft against her bare knees. He didn’t protest as she wrapped her lips around him, clutching him gently as she sucked his cock. She knew his body intimately and she found herself brushing her tongue familiarly along the grooves and veins in his shaft, pressing against the underside of his tip as he hardened in her mouth. His head lolled back as she withdrew, letting him go almost completely before sinking down on him again. 

“You feel so good Cass.” He gasped, stroking her hair softly as she kept up the pace, working him slowly in a way she hadn’t done in years. It had been a long time since she had made love to him with her mouth, with her in control, setting the pace. She wondered when things had changed; when they stopped showing their love for each other through their bodies and instead became addicted to pushing each other to their limits, using each other like a drug. With a moan, she kept going until she felt his fingertips against her cheek. She let him go softly, looking up. 

“Can you fuck me?” He asked gently, his expression dreamy beneath his bangs. Slowly, she nodded, her thighs sticky as she stood up and removed her shirt and bra. His eyes fell to her breasts as she steadied herself against him, holding his bare shoulders and straddling his waist. His cock was wet, glistening and upright and she spread her lips with her fore and middle fingers, her clit brushing his pubic hair as she sank onto him. As always, it took a moment to adjust to his thickness and he held her by the hips, slowly moving her against him, up and down, guiding her and pressing his lips to her breasts. She appreciated the sound of their bodies coming together, the wet noise of his cock inside her, merging with their gasps. His mouth closed around a nipple, pecking it gently before moving to the other and pulling away, brushing both thumbs over the sensitive red tips, making them sheen with saliva. 

She realised, as his lips returned to hers, that he too had forgotten what it felt like to be together like this - without the toys and the kinks and the pain. Her stomach churned with sorrow and she was almost grateful when he wrapped his arms around her naked back and, clutching her close to him, lowered her backward onto the floor, the shag pile soft and comfortable against her skin. He slipped out of her, removing his trousers and underwear from his ankles, before pushing back into her, his body covering hers as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Their lips came together as his breathing intensified, signifying the tell-tale start of his orgasm. She knew he was trying to hold off, to savour the moment and make it last, but eventually his hips bucked against her and he allowed himself to give in, burying himself deep as he clutched her naked body to his, their hips pressed together tightly as he came inside her. She kept kissing him, knowing that when they stopped, they would have to part, and she didn’t know whether she was ready to say goodbye just yet. He likewise seemed reluctant to let her go when his hips finally slowed, but eventually, he slipped out of her, his cock having grown soft inside her warmth. He pulled away, his breath haggard, and kissed her cheek gently. 

She lay for a moment in silence as he rolled off her, her own breath heavy; breasts heaving against her chest as she watched him stand up. “I need to go…” She murmured, getting to her feet. Taehyung turned to look at her, his eyes moving to her pubis as she straightened. She followed his gaze, a little dazedly, to the space between her legs and touched her fingers to the warm semen which dripped down her inner thigh, across her stretch marks and cellulite-puckered skin. 

“Here…” He reached towards the coffee table, past the paperback he had been reading, and handed her a box of tissues. She thanked him quietly, taking a couple to clean herself and trailing it between her thighs and over the bottom of her pubic hair. He put the box down and took a couple for himself, wiping his cock before reaching for his discarded underwear. 

“Um…” She looked around, searching for a trash can in the unfamiliar apartment.

“It’s okay.” He muttered as he adjusted the elasticated waistband of his boxers against his waist and reached for the bundle of tissues. He disappeared into the kitchen and she took the opportunity to get dressed, grimacing a little when she realised her thighs were still a little tacky against her tight jeans. 

Taehyung turned to the wall when he returned, dressing quietly as she slipped on her shoes, wondering if sleeping with him had been the right thing to do. She checked her pocket to make sure her car keys were still there and the little jangle caught his attention, alerting her to the fact she was leaving.

“Can I write?” He asked softly, voice full of uncertainty. 

She was silent for a moment. “If you want to...” She said quietly. If she had thought he looked more mature when he first answered the door, his next expression broke that illusion. His lip quivered slightly, though he barely seemed to notice. “Try not to worry too much…” She whispered, trying to reassure him. 

He followed her out of the living room and into the hallway. “What did you do with the flowers?” He questioned. 

“They’re still at the theatre. I’ll pick them up later.” She turned to face him as they reached the front door and they were silent for a moment.

“I meant what I said in the note.” He looked at her, his voice low. “No matter what happens...”

“I know.” She nodded, knowing it was true. While neither were virgins when they met, they had been each other’s first love, and that would never change. “You too Tae.” She sighed. “Good luck.”

“Break a leg…” He agreed and they both smiled sadly at the shared joke. 

“Goodbye.” She whispered.

***

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[growingingreenwood]

What was Thranduil's interaction with Dior and his children? Was he close to them like he was with Thingol and Luthien? (I think Tumblr ate my similar question. Sorry if you already got it)

Tumblr did eat it 😔😔😔

But here you go bb!!

I didn’t answer this before because I actually had, quite a few thoughts on this lol. 

So for those who don’t know, in my headcanons Thranduil and Luithien were cousins by blood but were childhood best friends and partners in crime by choice. They practically went everywhere and did everything together. 

As for Dior and his kids: I don’t think that Thranduil was nearly as close with them as he was to Thingol, Melian and Luthien. Mostly because they didn’t live in Menegroth by the time Luthien had the kids. Thranduil was still 100% their ‘Uncle’ and he used to visit Luthien and her family as frequently as he was able to and would spend nearly everyday he visited playing whatever games the kids wanted to play, taking them for rides, and reading them stories. 

But Dior was only, like, 33 by the time Thingol was killed and he was crowned king of Doriath. That’s not even halfway to what Elves usually considered the age of becoming an adult’ and the only reason that Dior was considered one was because he was a half elf and therefore grew more quickly. That isn’t a lot of time to get to know somebody, when you’re used to having you know, eternity. 

When Dior came to Menegroth to help rebuild it, I think that Thranduil would have also been pretty caught up with doing everything within his power to help their people and therefore didn’t spent tons of time ‘getting to know’ the rest of the family. But that doesn’t mean that Thranduil didn’t have the softest spot in the world for them when he did see them, and would do just about anything they asked him to.  I also think that Thranduil spent a lot of time counselling Dior and giving him advice on decisions. 

Dior’s twin sons Elurin and Elured were only 3 when they were brought to Menegroth, and Elwing not even a year old. Dior only ruled for 3 years before the Sons of Feanor came for the Silmarils. 

When the sons of Feanor appeared to commit the second Kinslaying, its said that the three brothers Caranthir, Celegorm, and Curufin were killed. Celegorm by Dior himself. I headcanon that Thranduil and Ferdan killed the other two, because Thranduil would be damned if he was going to stand idly by while the only son of his best friend was killed right in front of his face. And Ferdan decided if Thranduil was going to die in some uniqly stupid and self sacraficing  way, he wasn’t going to do it alone god damn it. 

Oropher, on the other hand ran to go and try to save Nimloth (Dior’s wife) and their kids. Nimloth was dead in the hallway outside her daughters bedroom, but Oropher managed to slay the attackers before they could kill Elwing. 

Elurin and Elured were not in their bedroom when he checked, and nowhere else he could find. Oropher fled the city with little Elwing in his arms, and gave her to somebody he trusted once he was outside the walls to be taken somewhere safe while he searched for refugee’s from their city and his own son. 

After hearing that the servants of Celegorm had taken Elurin and Elured to the forest to die as revenge for killing their Lord, Thrandil led the band of refugees he had managed to collect searched the woods tirelessly for days trying to find the boys. 

With no success.

He might have kept looking forever, had he eventually not been reunited with Oropher who forced him to leave the boys in the woods, certain that after this long there was no way they poor things had survived. After that, they left to travel to Lindon with what was left of their people.

Thranduil kept loose contact with Elwing even after he left Lindon, and was heartbroken when he heard that Elwing had also been 'killed' by the servants of Maedhros and Maglor 30 years later.    

[flyingfiinn]

let’s do a weird headcanon thing

REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG.

WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE: if he’s been at the track, which is a lot of the time, then he smells like engine exhaust, fuel, everything. alex is so used to the smell that he doesn’t even notice it anymore, but others do. he has a bottle of dior cologne that his sister gifted him because he’s “smelly” according to her, and on nights out, alex wears that.

HOW THEY SLEEP ( sleeping position, schedule, etc ): alex is a night owl, which is kind of a problem since he often has to be at the track at absurdly early hours. he’s lowkey an insomniac but after the accident, he takes a lot of painkillers and those knock him out pretty easily. he’s deffo a side sleeper.

WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY: loves britpop for some reason lmao, also finnish music that he grew up listening to because of his dad, he likes oldies from the 60s, and movie soundtracks.

HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND EVERY MORNING GETTING READY: not long at all. he gets up, showers, shaves, brushes his teeth and combs his hair and that’s it.

FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT: trophies? just kidding. he’s big into collecting racing memorabilia from his father’s era (for nostalgia reasons) and rally car racing stuff.

LEFT- OR RIGHT-HANDED: right-handed.

RELIGION (if any): raised lutheran by his mother, but he’s not actively religious anymore. he has a vague notion that there’s a higher power out there, but that’s about it.

FAVOURITE SPORT(S): besides racing, he loves summer sports. beach volleyball, swimming, you name it. he loves living in monaco and having the sun year round so he can do most of his training outdoors.

FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING: he likes to take lots of pictures of everything but he never gets around to getting them developed and putting them in albums or on the wall, so he has a lot of film canisters just sitting around.

FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER: sunny weather, but not too hot or humid. he likes to joke that he’s a lousy finn because he doesn’t really care for cold weather.

WEIRD/OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE: not really weird or obscure, but every time he meets a new person, he thinks, “oh god, they’re gonna notice my face is fucked up, oh they’re gonna say something stupid about it.” it’s not really noticeable that one side of his face is paralyzed (except when he smiles), but alex is so self-conscious about it.

THE CARNIVAL/ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL: darts! his hand-eye coordination is amazing