#falleen headcanons

[indignantlemur]

hello, I have a bit of an odd question. For each species culture in Star Trek do you think would fit in Star wars? I think the andorians and Klingons fit with the mandalorians. What do you think?

Have a nice day.

Hello! This is a fun question!

I'm gonna narrow the scope a little, because if I did every Star Trek species we'd be here forever, but I'll try to hit all the main ones.

Andorians: I could see Andorians fitting neatly into the realm of Pantoran or Chiss characters pretty easily, and what little we know about the Chiss feels a lot like it could parallel Andorians in their earlier, more isolationist histories. I particularly feel like the rigid social structures of the Chiss and their military philosophies would fit quite nicely with Andorian values. Likewise, Pantorans share some similarities with Andorians, like exceptional hearing and coloration. Additionally, the tradition of garnering tattoos to indicate family and allegiance amongst Pantorans does feel similar to Andorian chitin patterns.

Humans: Humans across all universes are pretty much the same, let's be honest. If you take an average Star Trek Human civilian and plonk them down on an average Core World in the 'Wars universe, they'll do just fine.

Vulcans: Of all the species, I feel like Vulcans prove to be excellent candidates for Jedi recruitment, but that's not actually a species, so: Kel Dor. Hear me out: they have sages, they're largely mysterious, they are on the whole very force sensitive (psychically powerful) and they keep much of their culture and traditions to themselves. It's a stretch, admittedly, but I think it kind of works.

Trill: Phydolons feel like a good match. They're a symbiotic species which form a kind of gestalt consciousness between a mammalian host and a fungal symbiote, who value wisdom and spirituality.

Klingons: The Noghri might not feel like the most immediate option to come to mind, but bear with me. Noghri are skilled warriors who utilise technology and an array of natural weapons and defenses, place high value on honour, and function societies built upon familial clans. It's not as much of a stretch as you might think, looking at that. Just as the Klingons are honed for war, the Noghri are uniquely suited for combat - though the Noghri are most well known for being assassins, rather than front-line warriors.

Orions: The Falleen, hands down. Green skin, dark hair, known to use powerful pheromones to influence others, regularly associated with major crime syndicates... it's hard not to see the parallels. It's tempting to say Twi'leks here, but honestly I feel the Falleen are a much better match.

Ferengi: Muun in general, and the Banking Clan in particular. Muun are extremely intelligent and naturally gifted at mathematics, and while the Banking Clan gives them something of a negative reputation, most Muun are pretty decent folks. Sounds familiar? Wildly different physiologies aside, I think the Ferengi and the Muun have a surprising amount in common.

Tellarites: It would be incredibly lazy to say Gamorreans here, so I won't. Truthfully, with the minimal lore on Tellarites that we have to work with, finding an equivalent for them in the Star Wars universe is a bit tricky. I'd be inclined to say the Gran, perhaps, for their colonial tendencies and agricultural leanings, but even that feels very weak to me.

Mandalorians: Mandalorians are not a species but diverse individuals who follow a shared creed, and therefore I don't feel it sensible to include it with any of the above options which are based on species. Additionally, there are at least four kinds of Mandalorians, which further complicates the issue: Death Watch, the Children of the Watch, the True Mandalorians, and the New Mandalorians. Your choices narrow down to child-abducting-hyper-militant-terrorist group, weirdly-genetically-homogenous/militant-pacifist group, militant-but-mostly-reasonable-and-kinda-culty group, and a virtually non-existent faction of militant golden-age-Mandos-cut-down-before-their-time. With all of these, your mileage may vary wildly. I could see Vulcans being attracted to the New Mandalorian philosophies, I suppose, and Andorians would probably be all over the True Mandalorian option, but it's hard to say more beyond that outside of individual circumstance.

Thanks for the ask!

[intermundia]

so @merrysithmas got an ask about some obikin blogs to follow, and i'm really happy to be mentioned. i figured i would share some blogs that I've followed and enjoyed over the past few years who all produce amazing obikin art, stories, gifs, headcanons, meta, or just general enthusiasm for the ship and good vibes. BUT by no means is this list comprehensive, i recognize that fandom works kind of in cohorts, and my cohort is basically the people who joined the ship at the same time as me in spring of 2020, but hopefully this is a good starting off point for people to branch out from 🫶

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@jedmossfeld @skynobi @squishbaebae @writegowrite @adaliak @ossidae-passeridae and goddamnit I think Tumblr is done letting me add people. there are more but if you branch out from what these folks have reblogged you'll be golden!!

[hannagoldworthy]

Renegade 4

(So, I went with the dialogue from the actual show in regards to the acquisition of Black Sun, mostly because I wanted to get into Maul's head for that series of scenes. There was a lot to work through; Maul isn't fully finished processing it yet. Also, Savage is starting to integrate himself into the Death Watch way of doing things, just a little. There are hints of not-so-nice things on all three sides of this conflict; I haven't even gotten into some of the worse things Falleen could do in Legends...yet.)

Bo-Katan glared at the young Nightsister through her bucket, squaring her shoulders and exploiting every inch of the Kryze family height genes to be as intimidating as she could.

The girl wasn’t having it. She folded her arms and glared right back even though she had to tilt her head up to do so, and Bo could have sworn her dark irises were streaked with a glimmering green.

“I am coming on this mission,” she said, with that sing-song tone the kriffing jetiise always used before they realized beskar soaked up their creepy Force magic.

“Kid, I know this is a new concept to you, but we Mandos are sworn to protect the weak. That includes not taking children into situations where you’ll be in danger.”

“Your touchingly naïve cultural conventions on childcare aside, I am not a child and I am not weak. I am a warrior and the second-ranked member of my tribe.”

“You’re nine.”

“Twelve.”

“Whatever. Iam the second-ranking member of myclan, and since your clan is a guest of mine, that means I outrank you, end of discussion. You’re staying.”

“You have no right…”

“Merrin!” The largest of the Nightbrothers trundled over, nodding his head briefly at Bo-Katan with an automatic sort of deference. He took a knee in front of the girl; even then, he had to bend his shoulders a tad to look her in the eye. “They do things differently here, remember?”

A pout crept into the girl’s mouth; for once, the little Witch passingly resembled a real child. “They can hardly call themselves a warrior society if they refuse the help of a trained warrior,” she said in the language of Dathomir; Bo had wisely ‘failed to mention’ that her helmet was programmed to translate Paceian. It paid to be able to hear things that were said in secret.

“Yes, but remember they don’t have the ichor of our world to help them,” the male replied easily in the same tongue, “they have to learn things the hard way. Their training takes quite a bit longer as a result.”

The kid rolled her eyes. “Then they should be educated in just what a Nightsister, anyNightsister, can do.”

“I agree. That’s why you need to start with small tasks to prove yourself; then, when they trust you with those things, they can start trusting you with more complicated duties.”

“…I suppose that makes sense.”

“I suppose it does. Why don’t you start with promising to guard the medbay while they’re away?”

She sighed. “Nurse duty again?”

“You’ll get to spend a lot of time with Barriss…”

The girl considered that, nodded curtly, and briskly turned to face Bo-Katan. “You are sworn to protect your weak, you said. In my tribe, the weak were culled so they did not take energy away from the strong; but, as Savage has reminded me, things are done differently here. As a token of good faith, I will guard your weak until you have returned.” Then, before Bo could make any acknowledgement of that line of sheer crazy, she pivoted smartly on her heel and marched off toward the medtent with military precision.

The large Nightbrother shook his head as he got to his feet. At his full height, he loomed a little, and Bo-Katan had to tilt her head up to see his face properly.

“Sorry about that. She means well.”

Bo swallowed back the intimidation that rose automatically in her brain at his gigantic form, and forced her shoulders into a casual shrug. “Kids, right?” she drawled, glad of her armor, which hid her own trepidation nicely from his odd glowing eyes as well as his freakish witchcraft.

His lip twitched in a sad sort of half-smile. “In her defense, her entire tribe got wiped out recently. She’s pretty much the only Nightsister raised on Dathomir left alive; she clings to their ways to keep her Sisters with her.”

“The ancient ways…like ‘culling the weak’ and sending children into battle?” Bo-Katan bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anything about rape and slave-trading and worse, because she knew the seven-foot-tall monstrosity in front of her could snap her neck with a thought. Still, despite her care, his eyes narrowed.

“Yes,” he said plainly. “My brothers and I witnessed that firsthand, and more besides; name a terrible thing to do, and the Nightsisters have done it. But Merrin is, as you say, a child. At her age, even the Nightsisters did not have her participate in most of their more terrible rituals.”

“And yet, she has been raised to believe those things are normal.”

“Which is why she must be taught differently,” he said mildly. “Education of your ignorant is another vow your people take, correct? Especially when learning something different will enable an innocent child to better protect herself?”

…Stang. “You got me there.”

He nodded placidly. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure we’ve broken her of eating babies,” he said, his face and tone inscrutable. “House-trained her too…though she likes to mark her territory when stressed, so don’t antagonize her anymore.” And then, while Bo’s mouth still hung open in disbelief, the giant nodded respectfully, and ambled into his assigned Warbird for the trip to Mustafar.

Gar Saxon broke out into raucous laughter over internal comms. “WOO, he told you!”

“Gar, will you just shut up.”

“You shut up, Rau. She’s been looking at these guys with a face like she smelled your underwear ever since we saw them; it’s about time he confronted her.”

“Di’kutla cha…!”

“Stow it, the both of you,” Bo yelled into the headset. “Get your heads in the game here! We need to be on our toes against the Black Sun.” She could process the surprisingly articulate Dathomiri male when she wasn’tplanning on recruiting a gang populated by a race of brain-washing reptilians…

***

The Vigos of the Black Sun had grown far too bold in Maul’s absence, setting up a specialized base on Mustafar. They’d eyed this patch of land near the northern pole multiple times, for good reason; the volcanos near here were very fruitful, and the magnetic activity would foil the equipment of most potential investigators. He’d had to clear out their scouts several times while growing up so that they would not cotton on to his Master’s own hidden base. The fact that they had been able to build their fortress now was one of many reasons he was beginning to suspect Sidious had somehow died whilst he was on Lotho Minor, in too much pain to notice anything beyond his perpetually empty stomach; he doubted that his master would have allowed a crime syndicate such a ripe opportunity to obtain blackmail had he been alive.

The plan was simple. Their task force landed without permission or warning, but he, Savage, and Viszla and his lieutenants walked evenly toward the gathering ‘welcome’ party. Commandos equipped with jetpacks scrambled in the air to show that they meant business, but made no overtures of violence other than that. Viszla followed Maul’s advice and removed his helmet, which would allow the Falleen warriors to properly scent him and read his honest intentions for alliance. As a result, they merited the attention of the Black Sun guards, but not necessarily any defense; a nice complement of their best troops assembled to meet them.

“A battalion, Brother,” Savage rumbled, his keen eyes flicking around the fortress.

Maul smiled, projecting his pride through the Force; Savage was progressing nicely in using his Force sight, if he was able to ‘see’ the full complement of Black Sun troops hidden behind the volcanic rock. “They will serve us well,” he said aloud for Death Watch’s benefit.

The captain of the guard met them halfway across the causeway between the fortress proper and the landing platforms. “We request an audience with your leaders,” Maul said before he could be questioned, establishing his dominance immediately.

The captain took one whiff of his utter lack of fear and obvious confidence in his position, and shrugged genially. “It’ll be your funeral,” he said with a chuckle. Maul, Savage, and Viszla followed him, leaving the rest of their detachment on the causeway to guard their escape route, should this not go as planned.

There were five Vigos present, the full complement; doubtless their organization had suffered some upheaval with the war, and their leaders had taken shelter in the most secluded of their properties, as Maul had suspected. He didn’t recognize any of their faces, but he had anticipated that; the Black Sun had had a high turnover even in times of peace, due in no small part to Maul’s actions at the word of his Master.

“Why have you come here?” boomed the man at the head of the table, as if he was not cowering in his own little pillow fort, trying to weather out this war in safety while the lesser echelons of his organization rotted in prison or fought for survival on the streets.

“We seek an army,” Maul replied simply; there really was no point in lying to people who could literally smell his intentions.

“Fools,” the head Vigo said, predictably. “We are not mercenaries. Dispose of them,” he said to the guards at either side of the table. “Keep their ships and weapons.”

“Give me that one’s sword,” leered the Vigo at the leader’s right hand, pointing at Viszla.

Viszla took exception to that, and Savage took exception to a guard’s weapon at his back. Maul remained still as they dealt with the problem, considering the information the Vigos had inadvertently given him. That they needed to keep Death Watch’s ships and weapons indicated that they were potentially running low on supplies themselves, which did not bode well…

When a guard’s limp body smacked heavily on top of the table before him, courtesy of Savage, Maul returned to the situation at hand. “This is your last opportunity to join us,” he reiterated, radiating calm that he knew would be detected.

“Quiet,” the head Vigo growled. “We are the Black Sun!” The others rose menacingly, as if that sentence was a rallying cry rather than a statement of the blatantly obvious.

“Very well,” Maul sighed; he’d given them fair warning. He glanced over his shoulder at Savage for the barest second, and then ducked quickly; lightsaber blades thrummed dangerously over his head. When he stood again, the headless bodies of those who had formerly been the Black Sun collapsed pathetically to the ground, and Savage’s saberstaff floated back toward his outstretched hand.

“It would seem the decision to join us is now yours,” Maul said, turning to the captain of the guard.

The man was terrified, but he recovered well. “After careful consideration, we will join you,” he said, without succumbing to the impulses to gulp or stammer. He would be a more compliant ally than his erstwhile commanders; this agreement was off to a good start.

***

Unfortunately, the state of the Black Sun’s depot was much as Maul had suspected. They had a quarter of their full complement of ships, and only enough fuel to last those ships for a few weeks. The foodstuffs, such as they were, could sustain the army for several months, as Falleen did not need to eat more than once every two weeks or so; still, it was plain that their supplies would need to come from somewhere else.

“We have our army now!”

Maul barely restrained an undignified jump as a beskar gauntlet clapped down on his left shoulder. His Master had liked to touch him unannounced in this fashion, and Maul had never been able to gauge what his goals were in doing so, for he was punished equally if he fought back or if he remained silent. Either way, it had always struck him as infuriatingly proprietary, even more so now with Viszla in his place.

“I have a plan to undermine Satine,” Viszla continued, oblivious to Maul’s discomfort.

Could he not see how empty this depot was? “The army is weak,” Maul replied, shaking off Viszla’s hand. “We are not ready for the Duchess,” he continued, emphasizing Lady Kryze’s true title; Viszla had a habit of using his enemy’s first name as if they had been or were currently familiar, which seemed disingenuous. Perhaps Maul was accustomed to his own family’s professional formality regarding titles and given names, but he was still somewhat concerned that he might be tied up in some form of complex Mandalorian mating ritual, which, if that were true, would be a grievous waste of his valuable time.

Viszla’s expression was of hurt, which was…odd. Normally, his Master had reacted with anger. “With my plan, we won’t need a bigger force.”

"There is only one plan,” Maul said, turning to look Viszla in the eye, “one vision.”

“And it belongs to Death Watch,” Viszla emphasized, as if hisplans had not earned him the scar on his face.

With some effort, Maul refrained from boxing the man’s ears to punish his ingratitude. “Yourvision lacks clarity,” he said, striving for diplomacy. “Without us, you have no army, and no reason to replace the Duchess.”

Viszla’s gaze fell, confirming what Maul had known from the beginning: Death Watch’s grand claim of the justice of their cause, the nobility of their purpose, all of it was a smokescreen for their ambition. This whole operation was Viszla’s grab for power, and nothing more, and it was likely nothing would truly change for his people when he supplanted the Duchess. Deep down, he was more of a petty thug than Maul, who had at least made no foolish pretense at virtue.

“The depth of this opportunity eludes you,” Maul murmured, glossing over the impending argument; there was no need to twist the knife at this point in time. “I suggest that you watch, and learn.” With that, he left; effectively dismissing Viszla, right in front of the rest of Death Watch. The human would learn his place in this endeavor; Maul was doing him a favor by including him in the Collective he had been planning, and it was only right that he receive at least the proper appreciation for his efforts.

When he was sure that he was out of sight, Maul rolled his shoulder, trying to will away Sidious’s phantom touch and having a hard time doing so in the stench of Mustafar. It wasn’t even his bad shoulder; if Viszla had touched the right shoulder, Maul would have bit him. His brothers always announced in the Force when they intended to touch him, as did Merrin, who seemed to have many of the same issues with touch as he did. And Barriss…Barriss had always asked, in one way or another, except for two (frankly adorable) outbursts of temper, for which she had apologized even though he’d not taken offense. If he had ever grown uncomfortable, she took her hands away, or utilized some sort of healing capability to soothe his nerves.

Maul sat in Viszla’s personal Warbird, pretending to supervise as Death Watch and Black Sun loaded the supplies onto the transport when really, he was deliberately recalling the feel of cool fingers on the skin near his collarbone, the pressure of soft lips on his jaw, chasing bad memories away with good ones. Stars; they’d shared a bed for little over a week, and been separated for half that long, and yet he already missed Barriss as if they’d been together for years. He was sneaking another hour alone with her, as soon as he could; maybe then he could put Mustafar behind him, at least for a little while.

***

On the flight home, Savage waited for a quiet moment when most of the Mandalorians on Viszla’s Warbird were asleep, before slipping into the tiny cargo bay. He took out his saberstaff, and with the Force he held it in midair before him; cautiously, he closed his eyes so as to examine the weapon’s composition in his mind, particularly that of its crystal. Feral and one of the Jedi Padawans they had fostered for a while had suggested the idea that Savage might be able to modify his weapon, to make it more his own. He was thinking he might need to make the hilt longer – he had much bigger hands than Dooku had anticipated – but, there was also the possibility that he could heal the crystal, which Dooku had Bled before giving to him. Syndulla had thought it might be as simple as welding the cracks in the stone with the Force, but…

“Did it get damaged in the fight?”

Savage nearly dropped the lightsaber hilt while it was still in pieces; when he was sure that he had not lost anything but his focus, he frowned up at the commando who had distracted him.

For his part, Saxon had the grace to be sheepish. “Sorry. I guess I don’t know anything about these things. I thought you were cleaning it like you would a blaster.”

“I wasn’t.”

Ignoring the clear body language signals that Savage wanted to be left alone, Saxon took a seat across from him on a box, careful to keep a respectful distance.

Savage raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

The Mandalorian shook his head. “I’m assigned to rest during this cycle, but I haven’t been able to sleep; I think the magnetic rock set off my rhythm, or something.”

This had gone on long enough. “Look…I realize you are interested in me, and that’s fine, I’m not insulted, and I’m not going to tell anyone about it. But, just to be upfront, I’m not…”

“Into men? Figures; but it never hurts to ask.”

Savage stared askance at him. “You, uh, accepted that pretty quickly.”

Saxon shrugged. “Well, I reckon you’d have worked out if you were attracted to men fairly early in life, just going on the bare minimum details that I’ve learned about your tribe.”

“That’s putting it nicely,” Savage replied, still watching Saxon askance. Homosexuals in his village were gleaned if the Witches heard any rumor of their orientation…any rumor, no matter who started it or how true it turned out to be. Savage himself had been reported when he gently rebuffed another boy’s advances; it was only the fact that he was the Nightmother’s son that had saved him, and he’d still received a beating when he could not (would not) give them the name of the Brother who had made the report.

The Mandalorian studied his expression, and his grizzled face softened visibly. “How many times have you been hurt because of a conversation like this?”

Savage rubbed at the ridge a Sister had left in the bridge of his nose at the age of sixteen. “Enough.”

“I’m sorry. Truly. You won’t have to worry about that happening with us.”

“That’s…good to know. But, I’m still not attracted to men.”

Saxon sighed sadly, but nodded. “The ladies will love a chance to talk to you, though.”

“I’m even less attracted to women than I am to men.”

“Fair enough. Can I call you friend, then?”

“…Maybe later? I still don’t really know you.”

“Well, I don’t mind getting to know you, if you don’t mind.”

[angryducktimemachine]

A few Falleen headcanons

Some of you may know that I have a lizard boy (Conroe) and I have done a few reptilian traits/stuff for him. 

(Note: I am going with Falleen have no boobs because they’re fucking lizards and fuck whatever Wookiepedia says)

So let’s get started!

Sunbathing and more

Being a poikilotherm species Falleen get slower if they enter a colder enviroment. This may affect their reaction (you could throw a ball at them and they woudn’t be able to catch them) as well as their concentration. (You may give the Falleen a simple mathematic problem and they would take an hour to solve it).

This also leads to Falleen knowing to take sunbaths. They’ll look out a sunny spot to sit or lay down. Another but under Falleen less used way to keep their body temperature up is seeking physical contact with warm-blooded species.

If forced to go to colder enviroments, Falleen can use specific build-in heating system jackets or coats but they prefer to stay in warm enviroments with a natural heating source (for example, the sun.)

Brumating

Falleen are able to Brumate, that means they can go into a state of sleep, where they only wake up to drink water but do not need to eat for a timespan up to 2-3 months.

This behavior is rooted in their ancestors and was often used during a colder period where they was also less food around. Today the amount of times a Falleen goes into brumating varies individual.

During brumating the Falleen usually stays in a cool, dark room or similar and doesn’t show much activity expect for one or two days where they may be walking around a bit and drink some water.

Falleen individuals that travel much may go into brumating during a long hyperspace flight.

Skinning

Falleen are covered in small scales and their skin doesn’t grow with them so especially young Falleen are known to skin every other month.

This process has, similar to snakes, 3 phases.

Phase number 1 starts with the Falleens eyes going dull. During that phase the eyesight of a Falleen is impaired and they might prefer to stay alone in an isolated room. Their appetite also fades during this time.

After about a week the ears clear again and the second and third phase in which the Falleen dries out the old skin so they are able to peel it off.

During the actual skinning the Falleen is fully active again but may prefer to stay in known regions and/or indoors because the new skin is more vulnerable in the first days. If a Falleen is having troubles with the skinning process they will take warm baths and may or may not take help from other people. (usually Falleen as well, most Falleen aren’t fond of other species in general.)

An adult Falleen may skin once or twice a year. If a Fallen was sick or gets badly injured, they also might go into a skinning process.

I hope you enjoyed my take on this and feel free to give me feedback! I had lots of fun with researching brumating and skinning in reptiles and using them for my Falleen! :D

[angryducktimemachine]

How to: Falleen

I saw a little funky post about aliens in Star Wars acting not-human and I have a few headcanons about my lizard boy Conroe who I want to share with this in mind.

(Note: I am not a reptile expert and just loosely base a few of these things off of reptile things, they may not be 100% accurate tho.)

1. Moulting

Pretty sure I have already talked about this in another post but I am gonna mention that again.

Falleen grow their whole life long, just like snakes. They grow faster when they are kids/teens, which leads to them regulary moulting every few months. This process starts to slow down when they reach the adult stage and only moult once, and sometimes twice a year.

Stress, and uncomfortable enviroment or sickness, as well as hormone problems can lead to moulting issues. Falleen with moulting problems are known to take warm baths to help with the process and they might come back to friends or family to help.

2. Winter Dormancy

Similar to bearded dragons, Falleen don’t NEED to go into Dormancy but it is an important habit for them to stay healthy and life long.

When they start Dormancy usually is connected to the “winter” on the planet they life on, but it doesn’t need to be. Falleen like to spend this time in a dark, cool room and in a sleep-like state for most of the time.

Occasionally, a Falleen might come out to eat and drink, but they are obviously calmer and more inert than usual.

A Falleen Dormancy usually only holds for a few weeks in which they should not be disrupted once they have started it as it can lead to serious health issues afterwards.

Outside of Dormancy, Falleen do not need as much sleep as humans, instead they can go weeks with little to no sleep.

3. Sunbathing

Falleen are poikilothermic and enjoy sunbathing to keep their blood running and body temperature on an active level! If they resident on a planet with not as much sunbathing opportunities they often keep heating lamps in their room.

Falleen also don’t sweat or have another body function to cool them down so they have to be careful to not overheat in too hot weather. On hot days, a Falleen might prefer staying inside or in the shadows to avoid damage. The preferable temperate of a Falleen lays between 25° and 30° C with sunbathing places of up to 50°C.

4. Yeet

Catched in a not attentive moment of life, Falleen react to being suddenly scared with their very fast reflexes. Most Falleen will be up in a second, flinging themselves into a hiding spot. This behaviour can be trained not to happen, but non-combat used, especially younger Falleen, can still show said behaviour.

5. Snack Time!

A good part of Falleen diet are insects! Cockroaches, Crickets, big Grasshoppers etc. There is a whole variety of roasted, spiced insects but there are also eaten without being cooked/roasted/whatever!

Now, it maybe isn’t the best manner, but there are Falleen out there that will just go “Mh a snack” when seeing a cockroach!

It’s crunch time, baby.

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That is it for now! Keep in mind that those are just funny headcanons I have collected for my own Falleen boy over the past few months and thought might be fun to share!

[angryducktimemachine]

Hi there! I noticed your lizard boy circulating around my dash and I fell in love with him! I saw your Falleen headcanons though and I do have to point out a minor mistake. Burmation is actually caused by a hormonal change in temperature, not just because it’s cold and there’s less food. Burmating reptiles will actually get sicker during burmation and it’s never recommend that they do it! Your other information is correct though, and i enjoyed reading it! Hope you do more with your lizard boy :)

Ahh thank you very much for the information!! I will see that i work over that part again!