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[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

When Lilia said "The fairies spell must have expired after such a long time" when he found baby silver 😭😭😭😭😭

NO SWEETIE, YOU JUST ENTERED THE PREMISES!!!! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WILL TRULY LOVE THE BABY!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAÄ

[riveth34d]

Gutterspeak Headcannons

As a massive fantasy nerd one of my favorite aspects of fantasy lore and settings is how languages work. As almost all of my friends know, I am also a gigantic World of Warcraft fan, and I have a particular soft spot for everyone's favorite stiffs: the Forsaken.

This is just a bunch of HCs I have for the language of Gutterspeak.

Gutterspeak originated among the thieves and rogues of Lordaeron, technically every city has its own spin on Gutterspeak, but these languages are known as Thieves Codes to distinguish them from the Forsaken tongue.

Gutterspeak has several dialects, the most common dialects being the Lordaeron, Silverpine, and Talah'dorei dialects.

The Lordaeron dialect is distinguished by its "doublespeak," taken directly from the original Gutterspeak of Lordaeron. The words and vowels are identical to common (albeit with some sounds adjusted to be easier to pronounce by those who lack lips or jaws), but their meanings are entirely different. For example, "Lets have tea with the King," sounds mundane in Common, but in Lordaeron Gutterspeak it means "Get ready to fight."

Silverpine dialect is its own unique language, branched off from common. While it shares some words, and most of common's syllables and vowels, it uses a different word order (object - verb - subject), and lacks pronouns. Silverpine-Gutterspeak is mostly spoken by Forsaken rangers from, well, Silverpine. It also found a specific use among the archers of the Horde during the 4th war.

Talah'dorei is a pidgin language of Lordaeron Gutterspeak and Thalassian, and is almost entirely spoken by undead elves. Talah'dorei does have a unique quirk, in that it's very rare for words to have a future tense, and most words related to the past are ungendered, even traditionally gender pronouns.

[pressureplus]

Hey!!

Love you writing, and say your ask box was open!

Was wondering if you could do headcannons for Seb with a partner(who’s also an experiment) who’s extremely scared of physical contact, basically helping them recover and learn to find comfort with each other?

Just thought it was a cute idea and would love to see some headcannons for it!!

keep up the awesome work!!

Hi! Thank you, we have a lot of fun writing things for you all, and we adore this fish as much as everyone here💕 I LOVE these kind of Headcannons, comfort is one of my personal favorite kinds of things to write for! Hope you like it! 💕💕💕

(Also, I didn't know if you wanted romantic or not, so I pinpointed where the platonic stuff stops and the romance begins for y'all)

Sebastian Solace x Experiment Reader Headcannons

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, Mentions of Violence, Injury, Blood, Trauma, and Touch Related Issues

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• You only really met because you needed his help

• Had you not found yourself wounded, hungry, and on the brink of death, you'd never have trusted any creature that could take Pandemonium in a fight

• But, as you may have guessed, the stars aligned in your favor and you gained a friend

• The things that had made you the thing you are today gave you a less than ideal relationship with the idea of being touched

• Your old cell, a less so opinion of being in confined, cornering spaces

• Sebastian had been pissed when you writhed and shrieked and fought him when he was trying to tend your wounds

• Almost gave up on you immediately and turned you out, grabbing you by the shoulders and nearly heaving you back into the vent you'd drug yourself through in the first place

• It was the fear in your eyes that changed his mind, something that was familiar to him in a way that ran deep

• it was his own looking back at him

• You had to tend all your own injuries, but he did make a point to slide you the med kits instead of wrestling you or throwing them

• Was surprised when you pulled through, honestly, and even more surprised when you returned that night after your first outing in weeks to sleep in the space he'd give you to recover in

• By this point, he'd grown fond of having the company, finding his own comfort in the familiarity and shared experiences you two had

• The Expendables don't understand what it's like to be in this place the way it was, they don't understand getting experimented on like this, being conditioned a certain unnatural way, being mistreated and seen like monsters

• The researchers and scientists and actually valued UrbanShade Personnel could never understand either, finding some sort of honor or privelege in getting to aid such a massive, self-justified name like the one this god forsaken company holds over its own head

• Not even the other creatures here could relate to him, unable to speak, many of them truly mindless and animalistic- if not those things than things people were afraid to disrespect for fear it would lash out, a luxury that Sebastian and Yourself never got to know on account of the fact they all knew you to be prisoners and knew you to be weak to one thing or another

• Painter was close, but never human. The only one willing to speak to him like a person... Still yet unable to connect with for not knowing what it is to have been human and to have it taken

• But you understand him.

• You two were treated alike, coming from similar backgrounds, coming from places that would never prepare you for this

• You both need that connection, and he knows that when you pull yourself into his shop. The same way you know this when he slides your food forward for you to have in the evenings

• Touch isn't natural to you anymore, nor is it to him, so no matter how much you both want it, you stay distant

• Your voice suffices for a long while, finding the bond you grow to share in old stories from the world that was taken from you and in time spent helping him run his shop and in dreams to feel the sunlight on your new scales

• This new skin has never known sunlight, but it is starting to know kindness, isn't it?

• "Would it be too far for me to hold your hand? Would it be strange?"

• The first hurdle you have to jump on your recovery is still at distance, hesitantly and awkwardly pushing your hand against his own, sitting stiffly on opposite ends of a desk and refusing to look at one another

• It's not comfortable, but it gets the job done, right? A good step in the right direction!

• God the road to recovery is long =_=

• The first time it happens on its own seems to surprise you both, it's a hand on your back when he leans around you to grab for some of the data on the table in front of you for sorting

• Both of you were a little stiff about it, but it was quick and had a purpose, so it wasn't torture

• A neutral experience, but not bad!

• After this, it eases into being natural

• Brushing hands, correcting a strand of hair for him, patting you on the shoulder- even playful little hip bumps when you two get comfortable enough

• Like ice, the wall between you melts away as you fall into rhythm with your shared life

• It starts to feel nice when he gives you attention like that

• Those big clawed hands stop being scary, and you can no longer imagine why you were very frightened when he reaches forward to boop your nose and call you a stupid little idiot for dropping something

• Is never going to be completely nice to you, did you forget the man you decided to marry harass is mean?

• If you don't feel anything for him further than things that are platonic this is where your life together mellows and settles, into a comfortable spot where you two take care of each other and support one another, everything one another has

• If you feel more?

• It's laughing and joking, and all at once you break through the surface tension in ways you never thought you were ever going to have again

• You share a kiss.

• It's hard to tell who leaned in first, but before you can even think about it, your lips are warm and your mind is buzzing

• It's slow and steady and light, hands coming up to cup your face so softly and gently

• Any place your hands rest on him, he leans into, purring and kissing at you as long as he can get away with

• His fins? Fluttering. His tail? Wagging. . . His heart is damn near stopped with how many skips it's taking

• Heart may as well be playing hopscotch, you better pull away before he hits the ground

• After this, you get to enjoy time cuddling and kissing and basking in what it feels like to be loved again

• He could never be more content than he is to be pressed against you

• Even in the bodies you're stuck in now, he could never be happier than this ❤️

[meorb]

ooo you wanna write about johnny cage sooooo badly please please please THERE SO LITTLE STUFF ON THIS FORSAKEN PLACE FOR THIS MAN I WILL TAKE ANYTHING PUT THIS MAN THROUGH HELL IF YOU WANT 😭

BAHAHAHAH DUDE I GET IT, THE DESPERATION IS REAL

Have some headcannons 😸 (smut+sfw ones hehe) i hope you like 🫶

• He spoils people. Not everyone he meets, but if you're a decent friend expect something new everytime you see him. If you're dating him, expect lots of gifts for the stupidest shit ever.

"Johnny...what is this?" There's an entire new outfit laying for you on your bed, and he's just grinning and peppering kisses to your neck as he hugs you from behind.

"Happy Thursday." He giggles, watching you with puppy eyes to see if you like what he got for you. You like it, obviously, you love it, but why?? It's just a Thursday??

• under the ear kisses all of the time

• cooks almost everyday, either wakes you up with breakfast or you come home from work just as dinner's being finished. (LOVE ME A MAN WHO COOKS)

• won't full on cry but will totally shed a tear when he cums inside

• actually making love (taking it slow and being gentle and kissing each other the entire time) > having shitty, quick sex

• PLEASE cut this man's nails. They're always super long and he always complains when they break or when he accidentally scratches you too hard.

• runs into things all of the time. Going around a corner? Hitting his head against the wall. Going through a doorway? Hitting half his body against it.

• movie night is almost every night. And honestly, it's never one of his movies unless you ask for it to be.

• secret romcom lover + Adam Sandler fan

• hates the beach. Likes being in the water but hates getting sand in his asscrack

• drools in his sleep

• screams if there's a spider. Specifically if it's small. Those little fuckers are fast and he never stopped believing they lay eggs in your ears.

• strained grunts + shaky breaths

• oral fixation to the max. Won't shut up about something when you have a headache or are stressed? Undo your zipper and he's immediately sucking on something. Hell, just stick two fingers out and he gets the hint.

• not the highest stamina in the world, can last about 3 rounds but always cums before you do.

• meat lovers pizza enjoyer

• type of guy to say "wow!" When you get naked.

• will almost never let you shower without him. Will even wait until you're halfway through so he can sneak in behind you and wrap his arms around your body.

[straxxberrypunki]

My version of the creepypastas. — Headcannons.

TW: Gore, violence, mentions of cannibalism, predatory behavior, child murder, death, trauma, psychological manipulation, mental health, unhealthy relationships

⌞ Eyeless jack ⌝

- Jack silently accepts his orders, seeing them as necessary. He’s loyal to Slenderman but keeps his distance from others, taking assignments with a sense of duty rather than enjoyment. He sees his tasks as part of survival and doesn’t overthink them.

- Eyeless Jack has two distinct sides. When he’s in control, he can be calm and almost human-like, able to interact with others in a more restrained way. But when the monster side of him takes over, especially during hunts, he becomes feral and predatory. He’s relentless in tracking down his prey, showing no mercy when he’s in this state. His feral nature is dangerous, even to other creepypastas.

- Jack prefers isolation, choosing to live in a cabin deep in the woods, far from the hustle and chaos of the Creepypasta Manor. His cabin is a mix of eerie and clinical, with shelves full of medical supplies, jars, and dark relics from his hunts. The only time he returns to the Manor is when absolutely necessary, and even then, it’s rare. He keeps a room there, but it’s more out of convenience than comfort.

- While Jack can talk, he often chooses not to. His silence speaks volumes, making him all the more terrifying. When he does speak, it’s usually low and quiet, but with an edge that sends chills down anyone’s spine. People learn quickly that if Jack is silent, it’s best to not push him—unless you want to face the monster inside him.

- Jack’s medical knowledge from his days as a med student is still sharp. His cabin is a go-to spot for other creepypastas when they’re injured. They know Jack can patch them up, though he doesn’t always make it comfortable. Jack’s hands are skilled, but his methods are cold and methodical, often with an unsettling amount of precision. It’s more about practicality than bedside manner.

- When he’s hunting, Jack’s monster side fully takes over. He becomes completely feral, his instincts heightened, and his movements quicker and more erratic. During these hunts, there’s little to no humanity left in him—he’s a pure predator. His hunger for human organs takes over, and he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. If you encounter him during one of his hunts, it’s best to stay out of his way.

- Jack’s compassion is reserved strictly for other creepypastas. When one of them is injured or in need of medical help, Jack will help without hesitation—but only if he’s in control of himself. Strangers or anyone outside of his circle are of no concern to him. His medical knowledge is a tool, but it’s not offered freely. It’s a rare privilege that only those close to him will ever experience.

⌞ laughing Jack ⌝

- Jack is bound to Slenderman but treats his assignments like dark “performances,” putting his twisted flair on each task. He resents the leash but finds ways to make the most of it, still carving out his own chaotic style in each kill.

- Laughing Jack has a dual nature. While he can be manic and chaotic, he also has a calmer side that’s playful and taunting. In this state, he enjoys teasing his victims, drawing out their fear before the hunt begins. His playful banter can be unsettling, adding to his eerie presence.

- Jack still takes the lives of children, but he’s particularly vengeful towards parents who abandon or neglect them. His own history of feeling forsaken fuels this rage. If he senses a parent has failed their child, he won’t hesitate to make them his next target. Not out of the sake of the child, but from his own anger.

- Jack runs a paranormal circus that never stays in one place. It moves mysteriously through the forest, appearing only when it wants to. Those who stumble upon it are often drawn in by the lights and laughter, not realizing the danger lurking within.

- His circus is filled with dark attractions and horrors, designed to both entice and terrify. From twisted games to distorted funhouses, it’s a place where laughter masks danger. Once inside, visitors quickly realize it’s a trap, and escape is not guaranteed.

- Jack uses his charm to lure in victims, especially children. He often appears as a friendly figure, using his playful demeanor to gain their trust before revealing his true nature. This manipulation is a key part of his predatory tactics.

- He has a knack for mimicking laughter or voices to attract his victims, using this ability to create a false sense of security. Children might hear a beloved family member’s voice calling for them, leading them into his trap.

- Jack’s sense of humor is twisted. He enjoys playing games with his victims, leading them on wild chases before the final act. He often finds dark amusement in their fear, making each kill feel like a performance in his circus.

⌞ Jeff the killer ⌝

Jeff may be obligated to carry out Slenderman’s orders, but he’s defiant by nature. He often rebels, resisting orders or doing them in his own chaotic way, but ultimately, he doesn’t risk total rebellion. There’s an unspoken resentment in his obedience.

Jeff thrives on chaos, but there are moments where he dials back the insanity. During these times, he becomes taunting and playful, though his version of “play” often involves terrifying mind games. His humor is dark and unsettling, finding amusement in the fear of others.

Jeff is a lone wolf. He prefers hunting on his own, constantly on the move to avoid police. He’s not interested in partnerships or group dynamics; killing is something he likes to keep personal. Being a solo killer allows him the freedom to act without constraints or rules.

While Jeff technically lives at the Manor, he rarely stays there. He uses it as a place to crash between killing sprees, avoiding any responsibility of maintaining a home. When he does return, he’s there only long enough to regroup, grab a few things, and then disappear into the night again.

Jeff loves playing with his victims’ minds before the kill. He’ll follow them, make his presence known, and even speak to them in a taunting, playful way. He takes his time, letting them feel his presence until they’re desperate with fear, making the final kill even more satisfying for him.

Jeff enjoys leaving a personal mark on his kills. Whether it’s a carved smile or a chilling message left behind, he wants his victims to know it was him. He’s more than just a killer; he sees himself as an artist, each kill a dark masterpiece.

Being on the run keeps Jeff on edge, which he thrives on. The thrill of constantly being pursued and evading capture fuels his adrenaline, making each kill feel even more alive. The manor is too comfortable for him, and he’d rather be out on the streets, hunting and taunting his next victim.

⌞ Jane the killer ⌝

Jane’s not as unhinged as others; she kills only when necessary or on Slenderman’s orders, preferring to target bad people or threats. Despite her stoic demeanor, her trauma lingers, and memories of her past haunt her.

Although she craves freedom and a peaceful life with her wife, Mary, Jane remains under Slenderman’s control. She’s bound to fulfill his orders, even if it means sacrificing her independence. It’s a struggle, as she’s constantly torn between her duty and her desire to be free.

Jane is deeply devoted to her wife, Mary, and does everything she can to keep her safe. She lives with Mary rather than at the manor, trying to maintain some normalcy in her life. Jane keeps her “work” separate, not wanting Mary to bear the weight of her dark world.

Jane approaches her kills with precision and efficiency. She’s not one to prolong suffering; instead, she prefers quick and calculated actions, seeing it as a way to retain her own humanity. It’s her way of distinguishing herself from others, like Jeff, whose methods are far more chaotic.

Jane keeps her emotions guarded, even with other proxies. Her trauma has made her resilient but also closed-off. Few truly know her thoughts or past, and she prefers it that way, finding safety in distance.

Though she lives with her wife, Jane sometimes leaves in the middle of the night to handle her assignments, often returning before dawn. She’s careful not to wake Mary, not wanting her to see the other side of Jane’s life. These moments weigh heavily on her, but they’re necessary to keep Mary safe.

⌞ Nina the killer ⌝

- Nina once idolized Jeff, but not as a crazed fangirl. She saw in him a dark freedom she’d always longed for, a way to embrace her own twisted desire to kill. She admired his skill and fearlessness, viewing him as a role model rather than a crush.

- Though she’s lost her admiration for him over time, she still draws inspiration from his techniques, observing and adapting his methods. Part of her finds satisfaction in “outdoing” him, striving to prove that she can be just as skilled, if not better, without his guidance.

- After spending more time around Jeff, Nina’s view of him changed drastically. He didn’t meet the high standards she’d imagined, and she was disappointed by his chaotic, self-centered nature. Her idealized image of him shattered, and she quickly lost her infatuation, though she still finds pieces of his approach useful in her own work.

- Nina’s look is heavily influenced by emo and scene fashion. Dark makeup, bright hair streaks, fishnet gloves, and oversized band tees are her signature style. She expresses herself through her appearance, finding comfort in bold, alternative looks that reflect her inner chaos.

- I imagine Nina with BPD, Nina’s emotions are intense and ever-shifting, which leads her to crave control in other areas of her life. Killing, to her, is a way to assert that control, to channel the chaos of her mind into something she can direct.

- Nina can’t help but want to be the best at what she does. She’s competitive, often setting personal goals to “outdo” other killers, especially Jeff. While she once idolized his work, now she seeks to surpass him, proving that she’s not just a shadow of him but a force all her own.

- Nina has a habit of putting people on pedestals due to her BPD. This happened with Jeff, who she saw as the perfect killer. When he failed to meet her expectations, she felt betrayed and lost any lingering affection. Now, she’s wary of idolizing others but still struggles with her high standards.

- While she’s learned her lesson from idolizing Jeff, Nina sometimes observes other killers with a quiet respect, taking mental notes on techniques that inspire her. She’ll never say it aloud, but she enjoys learning from other Creepypastas and honing her own methods.

⌞ Homicidal Liu ⌝

- Liu has two distinct sides: his calm, reserved self and his split personality, Sully, who’s loud, sadistic, and playful in a twisted way. Liu is efficient and quiet in his kills, wanting to get things over with. Sully, however, prefers to drag things out, making it messy and prolonged, taking pleasure in the chaos he can create.

- Liu often fights to keep Sully from taking over, but he isn’t always successful. When Sully emerges, it’s like watching a switch flip, and Liu is forced to witness Sully’s actions from within. It’s a painful loss of control, and Liu constantly battles to keep Sully contained.

- Liu doesn’t fully forgive Jeff for what happened, but he doesn’t entirely hate him, either. There’s a small part of him that wishes things could go back to the way they were when they were kids, before everything fell apart. This hope is fragile and fraying, a thin thread he can’t let go of. Sully, however, despises Jeff and believes he doesn’t deserve Liu’s forgiveness or sympathy.

- Liu’s insanity is a quiet, simmering rage beneath his calm exterior. He holds onto grudges but expresses them in subtle ways, unlike Sully’s explosive anger. This side of him feels justified and controlled, whereas Sully’s rage is unpredictable and violent.

- Liu often feels like he’s losing pieces of himself due to Sully’s influence. He’s constantly aware of Sully’s presence, and even when Sully isn’t in control, Liu can feel his sadistic impulses lurking in the back of his mind, ready to break free.

- Liu keeps other Creepypastas at arm’s length. He’s quiet, preferring his own company over others, as he fears Sully might resurface at any moment. His isolation is a way of keeping both himself and others safe from Sully’s unpredictable nature.

⌞ BEN drowned ⌝

- BEN is deeply connected to the digital world, able to haunt computers, phones, and other electronic devices. He can appear as a hologram or ghostly figure outside of these devices, giving him the ability to interact with people without being touched or harmed himself. It’s like he’s both present and intangible at the same time.

- BEN has the ability to pull others into the digital realm, trapping them within games, programs, or even corrupted internet spaces. Once someone is inside, they’re subject to BEN’s control and can experience twisted versions of the digital worlds he haunts.

- Most of the time, BEN has a chill, laid-back vibe, like a stoner with a dark sense of humor. He’s prone to laughing things off, cracking taunting jokes, and taking things at his own pace. But his playfulness has a sinister edge; he enjoys toying with people, knowing he holds all the control.

- When BEN steps out of a screen, his form glitches occasionally, like a corrupted game character. He may blink in and out of sight, and his voice can distort or sound static-filled. This effect makes him even more eerie, like something that isn’t fully “loaded” into the physical world.

- Since he’s tied to the digital world, BEN can observe people through their devices even when they aren’t aware. If you’ve recently interacted with him, he’ll sometimes leave small signs: glitchy screens, distorted sounds, or random text that appears and disappears. He finds amusement in watching others freak out, feeding off the fear he causes.

- BEN enjoys messing with people’s devices, particularly by corrupting games, videos, or photos. He’ll add disturbing images, alter music, or glitch the graphics to create eerie, customized experiences. It’s his way of showing he’s watching—and reminding people of the control he has over their digital lives.

- BEN technically “lives” in the Creepypasta Manor, but his actual home is within the digital realm. He’s got his own twisted version of a room inside the Manor’s network, a glitched, dark space filled with flickering screens and corrupted game files. Most of the time, he hangs out here, only coming out to haunt people or interact with other Creepypastas if he’s in the mood.

- BEN’s approach to killing is rooted in psychological terror. He’ll begin by subtly haunting his target through screens, causing their devices to glitch, showing cryptic images, or taunting messages. He’ll push them to the brink of insanity, slowly driving them mad until they can’t tell what’s real anymore.

- For those he finds particularly interesting or those who resist him, BEN may choose to trap them permanently in the digital world. This twisted realm is a place where he has absolute control, twisting reality to his whim. Once someone is there, they’re his forever, condemned to live in a nightmare of endless digital horrors.

⌞ Sally Williams ⌝

- Sally doesn’t speak much, preferring to silently watch and observe. She’s perceptive, picking up on others’ fears and weaknesses. Though she respects Slenderman, she has a rebellious side and sometimes ignores his rules just to push her boundaries.

- Sally loves to play pranks and scare the others around the Manor, but she’s not bubbly or cutesy about it. Her games can be eerie, with her hiding in shadows or appearing suddenly to unnerve others. She gets a quiet thrill from making people uneasy, especially with how silent and unpredictable she can be.

- After all she’s been through, Sally is far from an innocent kid. She understands darkness more than most, and there’s a hint of sadness beneath her quiet demeanor. Her pranks and silent nature hint at a deeper pain, which she occasionally lets slip through her unsettling actions.

- Sally often plays with dolls and draws, but her toys and artwork have a disturbing quality. She’s been known to sew creepy additions onto her dolls or make haunting, ominous drawings that leave others unsettled. Her creativity reflects her experiences, with a dark undertone in everything she touches.

- Unlike many of the others in the Manor, Sally isn’t interested in killing or physical harm. She’s more fascinated by scaring people through psychological games, delighting in tricks that make her target feel watched, unnerved, or lost. Her “games” can be intense, and she loves drawing them out.

- Slenderman acts as a guardian figure to her, and though she sometimes tests her limits, she respects him and listens to his guidance. Slenderman keeps her grounded, reminding her to control her powers and her pranks, even if she doesn’t always follow his advice.

- Sally still has childlike qualities—curiosity, a love for dolls, and occasional tantrums—but she’s not naive or clueless. She has an understanding beyond her years, making her interactions unsettling. She’ll sometimes say things that are too mature for a child, hinting at a dark wisdom gained from her past.

⌞ Slenderman ⌝

- Slenderman is the ultimate puppet master, orchestrating the actions of his proxies and other Creepypasta characters from the shadows. He uses his telepathic abilities to communicate commands and instill fear, ensuring that his influence is always felt, even if he’s not physically present.

- His demeanor is cold and serious; he doesn’t joke around. When he speaks, it’s with an unsettling calm that commands respect and fear. His presence looms large in the minds of the Creepypastas, creating an atmosphere of dread whenever they think of him.

- Slenderman prefers to communicate telepathically rather than face-to-face, allowing him to remain enigmatic and distant. This method of interaction keeps his true intentions hidden and makes his commands more sinister, as he can invade thoughts without warning.

- Contrary to the comforting image some may project onto him, Slenderman is anything but nurturing. He sees his proxies as tools to achieve his goals and doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice them if it serves his purpose. His loyalty is to himself and his plans, not to those who serve him.

- As the ultimate authority in the Manor, Slenderman does not tolerate dissent or disobedience. His influence creates an environment of fear, ensuring that his will is enacted without question. Those who dare to challenge him find themselves swiftly dealt with.

Part 2 soon ; request more creeps you wanna see in the next post !!

[jelllyfishdarling]

HAIK(YUU)!!!

Info:

A twisted wonderland x Haikyuu crossover with a bit of a twist!

Warnings for the Series Idea:

Female reader intended, limited volleyball knowledge (I haven’t played for a few years), bad writing, and ooc characters (I believe). I don’t know if someone has already done this but if they have please let me know!

Volleyball.

A sport everyone has a least heard about if you’ve got access to electronics. The very same sport that you’ve been playing since you were twelve years old. And the very same sport that made you want to go to this god forsaken school.

“I’m sorry but, we’re not able to take any more members at this time.”

What.

Your head immediately snapped up to look at the girl’s volleyball team’s captain, a look of disbelief on your face. “What..?” Mei sighed, “sorry freshy, but the team’s gonna be disbanded soon. I’m not comfortable with only giving ya like two games”

“I..I see..”

Mei outstretched her hand to give you back your application

“…thanks anyways.” You looked back down at the floor, gently taking your application from her, and walked out of the empty gym disappointed. The outside world was blocked out by your raging thoughts, the school empty now other than the odd few clubs who were allowed to stay later.

This wasn’t the end of the world right? I mean, you’ve only been doing volleyball every year since you were twelve years old! Ahahaha…

OH WHO ARE YOU KIDDING?! WHAT THE HELL NIGHT RAVEN!

You thought angrily crushing your application with a bit too harsh of a grip. There were no other clubs around that taught high schoolers or places that would put you on the court with an actual team so what were you supposed to do?

Suddenly you stopped, a smirk spreading on your face. The principal surly wouldn’t mind right? After all he’s a shallow man! With enough money to buy his silence it would work out perfectly!

With a new found motivation you started your trek home. Disguising yourself as a boy would totally work! The team’s great and really talented! Plus they had some really great coaches and players in the past!

This may truly work!

Little idea I’ve had for a while! Let me know how you liked it or what I could fix my loves <3

[icycoldninja]

I actually didn’t expect you to do my request ( the Van Helsing one ) since I’m used to my request being ignored but I’m thankful nevertheless

Can you make a headcanon of the DMC men with a reader who is basically the daughter of Loki, the bastard offspring of the Jotunn.

She’s a deity who is forsaken by the other gods, including her father due to her grotesque form. In order to be accepted, she wears a disguise of a woman but her real form looks somewhat like this and the reason for her disguise is that she herself detest that form because that’s the reason of her father’s abandonment and she fears that anyone close to her would leave the same way he did when they found out who she truly is.

She’s a deity who guards the Norwegian forest and basically turn anyone into a “Twitter hashtag” if they do not respect nature, take more than what’s given and skim through their subconscious to find they’d done bad deed

( Her abilities and appearance based on the 2017 The Ritual’s Moder )

Bro, I'd never ignore a request, even if I had to turn it down, I'd still say something. Here you go and enjoy! 💜💜

Sparda boys + V x daughter of Loki!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Your human disguise captivated Dante; it was more beautiful than any woman he'd ever seen.

-When he saw your true nature, and how you'd been shunned for it, he immediately walked over, threw his arms around your neck, and told you he still loved you no matter what you looked like.

-He tells you that there's no need to feel ashamed of your abilities, and that your dad abandoned you cause he was a jerk, not because of anything you did. You are amazing person, with supernatural powers that you should be proud of.

-He honestly found it kinda cool that you guarded forests and destroy those who disrespect nature and commit evil deeds. It's what he would do if he were a mighty, magical deity.

-He considers moving to Norway to be closer to you, but he first has to figure out how to relocate Devil May Cry.

-Really, really, really wants to ride on your back but is worried your spine will break or will poke him in places he shouldn't be poked in.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil was impressed when he saw your true form, as it was a testament of your POWER.

-He was astounded when you told him your father abandoned you and that you had been shamed for your true nature. Why would anyone do that? Vergil was sure you had to have been the coolest deity in heaven--there is absolutely no reason for you to resent your true self.

-He motivates you to accept who you are, but he won't stop you from using your human disguise because it is quite beautiful.

-Spends more time outdoors, specifically in the forest, because he knows you guard them.

-He has nothing to say about what you do to those who disrespect the forest or commit bad deeds because he simply doesn't care, but wonders if you would use these powers to kill demons.

-He can feel it when you scan his mind and decides to mentally tell you he loves you whenever you do.

□ Nero □

-Nero saw your human form and was enthralled; you're the hottest chick he'd ever met.

-Then he saw your true form, and was absolutely terrified, which is understandable considering his girlfriend just morphed and changed into a monster straight out of a horror movie before his eyes.

-It takes him a moment, but then he pulls himself together and reminds himself that you are still you and...hey...this whole monster thing is starting to work for him.

-He's sorry to hear how you were treated because of your lineage and abilities, and promises to not let you feel that way about yourself again.

-He is proud of you and what you do, taking the time to head to the forests to visit you whenever he can.

-He also constantly reminds you that you are worth more than the world and that you are an amazing deity whom he will always love, even if you're a scary monster.

● V ●

-V was attracted to you, though not because of your human disguise. It was because of something else.

-You just captivated him, for no discernable reason. This reason was soon unveiled when you revealed your true and terrifying self to him.

-Though some might be disgusted or even frightened, V was amazed, charmed; bewitched. He'd never seen anything like this and he loved it.

-V can't take his eyes off you, his hungry gaze searching over you, memorizing each and every detail. He's going to write so many poems about you.

-He loves you and wants you to know you were cast out for a ridiculous reason. You are incredible; you always will be, and you should be proud of who you are.

-Makes sure to tell you that every chance he gets, either through poetry, his own words, or both.

[monstergirls-and-men]

Save me, Jane and John, from this god forsaken artblock...

I literally can't remember how to draw, guys 😭. It's getting brutal out here. One of my classes has *three* papers due before the end of the semester.

Anyways bla bla bla... I don't fuck with the clone headcannon... Jane and John are two separate led-infused idiots... something something headcannon.

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Ok-

So I randomly had this idea for a Ninjago story that's like the apocalypse, but it focuses around Ronin and Dareth for some God forsaken reason. While doodling and stuff it became increasingly more clear why people ship them. Not that I ever will, for my own headcannon reasons, but I will admit.. as far as a close friendship at the very least goes- they're adorable

Also in a panic, Ronin accidentally shot Dareth in the leg. That's how they met up again! :D

Also I'm half asleep so my spelling is trash

[mossy-thing]

What is in unpopular silm headcannon that you have?

Well, since hair ties and elastics weren't invented yet in the silm, all the elves must have had some way of tying back their lustrous locks, right?

I believe that most Avari, and also some of the sindar and silvans would have either used some kind of fat/promenade to keep their braids in place (if they had a hair type that easily slipped out of braids), or used strings of some sort or another, either by braiding them in or simply tying them, similarly to how we would use an elastic.

In Valinor, I think things were different. It must have started out the same, but I bet simple leather or bast strings turned into linen and then silken ribbons very quickly. Also, there must have been a bunch of Noldor who made clasps to keep the braids in, and I bet there was an artform of braiding hair in ways that made it difficult for even the slipperiest hair types to escape their confines without any help at all.

Also, I know Fingon is the only one we really hear is wearing ribbons in his hair, but since they were historically speaking quite an important way of binding one's hair in our world, I think a lot of people must have had to do so, especially in Valinor, where fine fabrics were still easily available (no one in Tirion would want to debase themselves by wearing rough wool in their hair, after all) although I think most people eventually switched to clasps or even back to ways the Avari used once the rebels reached Beleriand, since those were both tools that were less wasteful. Fabric can easily rip, especially when it gets old, and there are far better purposes for it than vanity (like bandages) but a carved stone clasp takes quite some time to wear out. There were definitely simpler styles used as well, since people simply did not have the time to spent hours of their morning braiding their hair. They had far more important things to do! Like getting ready to die in the Nirnaeth-- I mean preparing themselves to win in their last glorious battle against Morgoth!

This would then make the few people still wearing ribbons appear as a symbol of what the Noldor lost, over time. Fingon wearing his golden, untainted and unstained ribbons to every feast, every battle, every political meeting, would certainly act as a sign of hope.

Outside of the silm and in our world, the colour gold was used to symbolize the presence of the Christian god in European medieval paintings, and since Manwë heard and answered Fingon's prayer at Thangorodrim, my sleep deprived brain cannot but connect those two dots and argue that to the few Noldor who were still pious towards the Valar (though probably in secret) Fingon was like a connection to them, like a reassurance that actually, the Valar had not left them, that actually, there was still hope.

And then the Nirnaeth Arnoediad happened and Fingon was crushed, and to those who sometimes saw a glint of tattered gold in Maedhros' hair the remaining ribbon meant nothing but that they had truly and utterly been forsaken.

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Could I please request headcannons on The Devil from Cuphead? Specifically, his cat-like habits🤣 For some reason, I can see Dice having a bottle labeled Holy Water(It’s just tap water actually😆) to spray Devil with when he gets unreasonably hissy.🤣🤣🤣

A/N: Once again, another dated request given how the Cuphead Show had the very same idea (ノ_<。). Nevertheless, we love a giant housecat from Hell. I hope you enjoy this batch, anon! Do reach out if you want me to adjust anything!!

Hell’s Top Cat, AKA The Devil:

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Long before the fall, one could argue the Devil already exhibited certain… feline habits. The silent, judgemental stares he’d doled out to his brothers and puny mortals, rising at god-forsaken hours early in the morning to expend whatever energy he’s pent up from being stuck behind a desk all day, a weird habit of chewing on anything non-edible— the list could go on. Of course, the Devil has long denied such behavior back then, and still does to this day. 

After the fall and surrounded by wild-eyed, bordering feral beasts within Hell’s landscapes, not to mention going through a bestial transformation himself, said habits have only grown more apparent. 

The Devil could be hard to read at certain times. However, certain business partners and the imps under his command have learned to pay close attention to his body language. Loathe as he is to admit it, he’s quite expressive with his tail and ears. Ears pointed straight up? The demon’s heard something and is straining to hear it, or you’ve caught his attention. Tail wagging and ears rapidly twitching? You got an angry demon on your hands and you better tread carefully. Ears wiggling as he’s eating? Oh golly, looks like he’s enjoying whatever he’s eating! 

His eyes were already unnerving back when he was an angel. Now they can glow in the dark? There may have been numerous times where King Dice nearly pissed himself when he stumbled upon his boss in the dark, nothing but the unnerving, inhumane glow of his eyes indicating the demon was even there. 

Thanks to his shapeshifting abilities, the Devil is able to comfortably fit in whatever confined space he sees fit. Truly the ultimate form of “If I fits, I sits”. Not to mention that it gives him an edge on spying on any employees that’re slacking off or sneaking up on any potential victims. 

Back in heaven, his pica-like habits were at least managed by his brothers and the Devil fussing over his public image. However, not that dear old dad isn’t around and he’s the King of Hell, he can do whatever he wants– so said habits have gotten worse. Numerous pens, clothed furniture, and a few telephone wires have fallen victim to the demon’s teeth. It’s gotten to the point where King Dice is considering spraying bitter apple spray on everything in the casino just so he didn't have to replace everything. 

The Devil usually has a nail file on hand to maintain his claws. He considers sharpening them on anything else to be beneath him. However, when he’s in a particularly bad mood or feeling territorial, he’ll tear up anything he could get his hands on. Couches, wallpaper, desks, people– it’s best to stay out of the way until he calms down. 

Sheds more than a tree in fall. There’s so much of his loose fur on his bedsheets, his balcony chair, and his office furniture that if you sneeze, it’ll trigger an explosion of hair everywhere. No, he refuses to acknowledge it. Shut up. 

That being said, he absolutely adores it when he’s brushed. It’s like a pleasant massage for him, scratching particularly pleasantly at an itch he didn’t even know he had. Of course, it’s a sobering experience for him when he’s presented with enough hair to make a life-sized replica of himself after a brushing session. 

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[1tz-br1ght]

ﾉﾞ✧*。Why I Relate To Capochin✨🌈

Infodumping about my life, capochin, headcannons, and other autistic things! 

TW for mention of abuse, manipulation, power imbalances, pedophilia, and parasocial (?) Relationships

Capochin! Who doesn't love him other then people who don't love him- he's such a silly little guy!! Just a grumpy old man!! A grumpy old man who I, a mentally unwell teenager relate to on a deeply personal level- definitely a bit more then I'm comfortable with- and I know what your thinking, "But Felix! Seriously how relatable can he be-" SHUT UP. SHUT. SH.

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Allow me to explain, and I guess spill my organs just a bit- just a WEE bit! So, given only two people on this forsaken website actually know about my personal life and was there to watch it happen I have a bit of explaining to do- so, where do I start... Hm, how's about middle school! Middle school, ah, how lovely- cutting out how much I was relentlessly bullied middle school was my first exposure to this kind of unhealthy relationship that I've unfortunately grown so accustomed to. Long story short I was forced into a relationship, got extremely emotionally attached only to be abandoned and have the things I love most stolen- then people spread rumors about me and blah blah blah I was bullied in middle school and people did not stop that's the short of it!

But then it kept happening.

Again-

And again-

And again.

Each relationship was progressively worse I, being the dumbass I am, only grew more and more dependant on these people who would hurt me, desprate for the approval of people who looked down at me with nothing but hate in their eyes. Starting to see a similarity? Anyways skip to freshman year! 

Highschool! How bad could it be?? Not worse then middle school that's for sure! And believe it or not- I think I'm that loser who peaks in highschool-BUT the reason I bring this up is because of my most recent experience with an abusive relationship I could not get out of.

Michael. 

At the time I was 14, Michael was 17- he guilt tripped me into dating him, used me for what he wanted and smothered me with 'love' if you could even call it that and at some point in this endless loop of hell he turned 18 while I was still 14- a lot more happened in that relationship but the important part is that this is when I hit an all time low and I didn't mention this but I have always been big on cannibalism metophors- and this is around when those cannibalism metophors stopped being uhhh, metophors let's say! 

Yeah things got real bad but I managed to crawl away mostly unharmed-

And I know because that was genuinely a lot for HORRIBLE shit to read I'll give everyone a bit of fluff in my life, I'm doin fine and I'm in a very happy polyam relationship !! I love my boyfriends very much!

Back to the horrible shit!

This kinda manic desperation got really bad after I got away from Michael, my brain immediately opting to viewing my current boyfriend, Oco as a savior of sorts- given hes known me since middle school, got me out of the abusive relationship with Michael and kinda is the only reason I haven't DIED yet- holding him up on this mental pedistal where no matter what he did he would always be perfect and amazing and I would do anything anything anything for him!! 

Yeah, that... That kinda fucked me up- I mean, go figure-

ALL THESE MANY MANY PARAGRAPHS OF TRAUMADUMPING TO SAY, DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN??? GOD this isn't even scratching the surface of the shit I've been through that contributes to why I relate to Capochin so much!! This is leaving out like ALLLLLL the cannibalism and self mutilation metophors I've found myself associated with, pretty much everything that happened that lead up to me holding just... SOME GUY on a mental pedistal for god knows how long- I could genuinely just go on and on and on about it!! But honestly I don't think anyone would really be interested in listening to me info dump about my life more then I already have- we're here for the CAPOCHIN!!! And honestly- I don't really know what to say- I mean I feel like this all kinda speaks for itself, y'know? I mean- fuck man, he just hits a bit too close to home for me sometimes- I love him tho, he's very important to me

If you actually read this far- Uhm, thank you!! You really didn't need to read all this shit- I know it's a lot to take in but I uh- yeah- if you read all this thank you it genuinely means a lot to me <3

[acidichcl]

There's this vr social game that i play (i play on mobile tho lol). They introduced a lore and theres these 2 antagonists who's suppossed to be like corrupted anomalies i guess?? Purple guy is named The Forbidden One, orange guy is named The Forsaken One. But then the game devs just ditched the whole thing and focused on getting money

I get it, but also, sad... honestly couldve made the game more interesting. So i made my own headcannon of them.

I imagine they were some kind of Gods abusing their powers, resulting them to get banished and now they have to live among regular players (us) and villains (the quest bosses and minions) but noone takes them seriously

[punishing-eden]

Hello, I would like to request a headcannon regarding Lee and F!Commander who often accidentally see and equate Lee with a cat because of their behavior. I have a cat at home that behaves similarly to Lee, when chased it gets scared but slowly gets closer on its own. So I want to know how Lee would react if he came across this situation. Thank you very much for your time, have a nice day.

Author’s Notes:

WWWWWWWW… Is it the one in your pfp?! AYe, your cat is so cute!

Yes, Lee is a cat, and nothing will convince me otherwise!

-Punishing Eden

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I Also Got A Cat At Home, His Name is Lee...

Pgr Lee Headcanons

"Awww, they're so cute~" You commented as a cat was resting with her kittens. Watanabe ignored your comment and continue to care for the family of cats.

Among the five kitten, one has caught your attention. It was small, yet it radiates an standoffish energy. Whenever Watanabe tried to coax or touch it, the little kitten fought back and hissed to scold.

"He's a grumpy one..." Watanabe sighed, "... Just like someone over there..." He motioned at Lee who was busying looking at his control panel.

Tags: Lee, headcanons.

Lee (Palefire/Entropy)

It started out small, Lee noticed that sometimes you would stare at him. He initially, personally, don’t mind.

However, the more you observed him, the more your construct feels a little uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable as in: "Why are you looking at me like that?" he bluntly asked.

"Hm? Me? Oh, it’s nothing..." you said.

Your excuses and denial was meet with Lee's skepticism and suspicion.

As time went on, Lee noticed, you seem to treat him a little differently. You seem to be more... Lenient...or...maybe a little too affectionate.

You gave him trinkets and gifts. Sometime, you (unconsciously) teased him with snacks. But, he would give them all to Kamui.

Your behaviour puzzled Lee greatly.

"You have been acting strange lately, What are you up to?", "Commdant, please, my inner device is not a toy. Stop touching them.", "You do know we construct do not require food to function. These snacks prove no use for me.", "Commandant, what are you doing?", "If you don't need my help, I should get going.", "Stop being so childish.".

At one point, he would get fed up and confront you straight up:

"What are you doing? You have been treating me a little different lately. What is going on." he said.

"... What do you mean?" You were a little anxious from him calling you out. You tried to deny it.

But Lee was able to pressure you to confess. Thus, you finally cracked under the pressure.

"I just want to be closer to you..." you confessed.

Lee crossed his arms. He seems to understand where you were coming from, in a sense.

"You don't have to worry about me, [y/n]. I am fully capable of taking care of myself... But if you want to worry about someone, it should be you, yourself."

"But, don't worry... I will always be there for you, be it on missions or in the base." Lee spoke with professional tone.

"I know, but...you're a bit too aloof.... You know, like a cat." you said.

Lee.exe. Stopped working for 2 seconds.

He didn't seem to happy with what you said. He fully disagrees, and asked why would you think of him that way.

You told him your encounter of a family of cats during your mission with the Forsaken.

Watanabe taught you about how to deal with cats, and you thought it would be a good idea to exercise it on Lee.

Lee gets a little embarassed. He was embarassed to know that you have been seeing him as a cat all this time. Yet, he never caught on.

He holes up in his room after that. It took him a while to come back out.

Once he's out, made sure to put a little more effort into group activites, hoping you won't equate him to a grumpy cat again.

(C) Punishing Eden

[boozye]

I don't check data charts much, mostly because fanmade ones tend to be riddled with headcannons.

But if I'm not mistaken, no blood type of the OM characters has been stated. Which is odd, since blood type is usually released alongside most anime character data (often along with height and weight for some reason), it's like a huge deal in Japan I think?

Anyways, I'd like to think it's because none of them are human. And Solomon just has a menjunje of magic and other god forsaken stuff swirling around in him which doesn't qualify as blood anymore. Or not a known blood type at least.

[viktoriaashleyyx]

New headcannon (because there is no rules in this god forsaken Fandom much to your dismay):

Rhysands sister is Tamlins mate. Tamlin didn't kill her and their mother, he exiled/hid them from Amarantha and the Illyrans. The "wings framed on his wall" was a rumor Tamlin started to make Amarantha believe they were dead. Amarantha wanted lil sis dead because she was jealous and wanted Tamlin. No one has physically seen the wings and with the way Rhysand breaks into Tamlins house every other week like he owns the damn place he should've at least tried to find them.

I dnr the books after acowar and have no idea how old Lil sis would've been but, as we see with Eris storyline, it doesn't matter in cannon, it shouldn't matter here just make her grown enough.