#gabriel may headcanons

[ccscocoapuffs]

Slashers and the engagement rings they give you. PT.3 (Final Part)

Vincent Sinclair-

Lester Sinclair-

Otis Driftwood-

Baby Firefly-

Corey Cunningham-

Cooper Adams-

Gabriel May-

Jason Vorhees-

[twylamprey]

teenage gabriel may (+maddy) headcanons

ik maddy would technically be emily here but its just easier for me to refer to her as maddy sorry

ok so basically im having brainrot and im sad that we only saw young gabriel and adult gabriel so here are headcanons for teenage (14-17?) baby eater (in these scenarios maddy still went through the surgery so gabriel no longer has his own "body" and just has his face, he is able to control maddy the same way he does in the movie though)

i dont think this needs any TW but theres one about periods so if that bugs u just dont read the very last one

-assuming the kids at simion were still going through education, he definitely tried to bully maddy into doing his homework for him bc he hated it

-made fun of maddy when she went through the obligatory middle school awkward makeup phase, but secretly wished he could try it too (no face skin, lol rip gabe)

-if they were allowed to listen to music, he would absolutely whine his ass off when maddy listened to girly teen pop and would try to take over the body so he could turn it off (he only likes REAL MUSIC... mcr)

-adding onto the makeup one... he would ask maddie to do makeup looks on herself that he thought would be cool (usually dark/emo makeup)

-obviously watched a lot of movies... hes literally a walking giallo stereotype so he had to learn that somewhere

-maddy offered to cut her hair short at one point if it would make him more comfortable, but he liked having long hair

-the two would both intentionally piss eachother off by taking over the body and putting all their hair back in a super tight ponytail ponytail so the other would have to undo it when they take over

-maddy started doing her nails and gabriel got mad at first... but then he made her come to an agreement where they each had a designated hand they could paint (gabriel's were always black)

-gabriel liked drawing and would draw himself if he had his own body (if he was younger, itd be like a super muscley super hero looking guy lmao)

-gabriel prooobably wouldnt shower because the hot water and soap would absolutely hurt the exposed flesh. so maddy had to do it and therefore, got to choose what soap she used. gabriel would complain and be like "UGH you used the pomegranate soap again?? i told you to use the 46 in 1" (in classic teenage boy fashion)

-REFUSED to control the body when maddy got her first few periods bc he was terrified and didnt believe her that it didnt hurt, but eventually came around lmao (honestly me too)

ok thats all i have for now i didnt proofread so sorry if theres horrible typos i have brainrot goodnight

[bigfatbreak]

Something I've been wondering for a while in the ML fandom. But after Season 5 ended, I saw a lot of authors coming to the consensus that Emilie is a "bad parent".

Where did that come from? Did I miss a fandom meeting where that consensus was reached? Or is that a consequence of Gabriel being a bad parent, having her as a bad parent by proxy?

I am mostly curious about where this headcanon came from, for some many different authors following the same path.

the series tries really hard to make Emelie seem like an angelic woman, but the problem is, it constantly steps on its own toes doing so.

even before her death, Adrien didn't go to school, wasn't socialized around others, never had a "real birthday gift," was only socialized around Chloe and his "cousin" sometimes, and though he yearned for school, was still denied that. The show says "oh she's a good person," but doesn't SHOW her being a good person.

the show contradicts itself. Emelie has to be good, because she's a dead mother who sacrificed her life for her child, but the show reveals the quality of life for that child was basically zilch, like owning a dog. The general idea of her being a bad parent is because being self-sacrificing doesn't make someone inherently good, in fact in Emelie's case, it made her all the more selfish.

if she knew she was dying and still had the audacity to keep her son from making connections with other people, all she was doing was saddling him with an immense amount of grief he would have no real way of processing, making her death the only thing he could ever revolve around for the rest of his existence.

Not only that, Gabriel seemed to follow the mindset of "oh she's just gone, not dead," which would only make things worse - and if Emelie suspected Gabriel might act the part of the fool, why didn't she ensure there was a support system for the both of them? To be fair, she doesn't have Gabriel on strings, but she literally has complete control over Adrien and just... decided to make him her emotional support child? a crutch through her death? an accessory to show what a good person she was???

maybe we really are missing parts. maybe she actually was an exceptional woman - but that SAME woman could be cattled and convinced to keep Adrien alone for his developmental years??? if we're following the idea that she was actually super good and kind, then we have to accept that she's also immensely stupid for allowing her husband to convince her that Adrien should be a bird in a cage.

Either she's loving but overall selfish, keeping Adrien for herself in spite of the damage it would cause, OR loving and stupid, letting Gabriel convince her to keep Adrien in the dark in spite of the damage it could cause.

the show may WANT us to route emelie down the path of overall "good," but considering her husband was such a miserable excuse for a parent who's attitude really hasn't changed that much from the past, like draws to like and we can only draw our own conclusions.

honestly i think Zoe put it better here, but there's my two cents on the matter.

[letternotekisses]

HIII May I request some Reaper headcanons pls? Idc if it's fluff or nsfw headcanons, or even both idc, choose whatever you're in the mood to write! I just need content about that man and as I love how you writee, then ....<3

i wanna fuck that old man so bad....<3 nsfw under da cut and also cw 4 stalking, kidnapping mention, free use & size kink and general yandere-ish behaviour

Reaper is all sharp edges, and its no different when he's dragging a clawed gauntlet down your cheek - reddening the soft flesh when he squeezes you harshly enough to make your lips pout. He's all growls, but for you? It's different, it's still a low, timbering rumble in his chest - but he's not trying to intimidate you, no - he's just staking his claim, you see. Once he's decided that you belong to him, there's nothing stopping him from getting what he wants.

Overwhelmingly possessive - if you work alongside him in Talon, Reaper makes it a hobby to follow you all over base, leering from a shadowed corner if you spend a little too much time talking to one of Talon's many replaceable grunts. You don't see them again, and Gabe seems a little too pleased with himself as of late. If you're a civilian, he's also not above following you home - shadow-stepping into your room to steal a few pairs of underwear souvenirs to keep him company before he decides on the right time to snatch you away.

He expects you to be ready for him at all times, materialising behind your back in a cloud of wispy smoke - his clawed gauntlets prying your soft thighs apart and tearing at the fabric covering what he wants. Gabriel will part your folds and bury his fat cock inside in one smooth motion, holding you upright by grabbing the soft fat of your hip. He's thick, pulsing hotly between your legs in a way that warms you up and makes you melt like putty against his chest. He loves to fuck you silly - wrapping an elbow around your neck so he can keep you in place as he bullies your poor hole to the point where you're begging and whimpering at him for mercy.

He seems rather harsh, but it's easy to psyche him out through his jealousy - wear a shorter skirt, or maybe even a tighter top - give Akande a good eyeful while you converse and Gabe just so happens to be in the room. Although, I must point out that when teasing the Reaper, you must be prepared for the consequences. This includes having your hair fisted in his grip as he shoves his meaty cock down your throat, tears fluttering on the ends of your lashes as you choke around him, spit dribbling down your chin messily. And he won't let you off easy, pulling you back so you can whine at him to fuck you, grinding against his boot like a needy whore.

Despite his rough and tumble demeanour - Reaper does treasure you. I like to think there is still a hint of the old Gabriel Reyes in the midst of all that hot topic clothing. When the sun goes down, he holds you like glass, as if you might melt away like sand through his fingertips. It's sweet and fleeting, but as long as he's still standing, you'll be safe under him.

Even before Moira's experiments, the SEP programme had bulked Gabe up quite a bit. As Reaper - he's a beast, all broad and bulky muscle clad in dark robes. He loves being able to overpower you a little bit too much, he loves how his hand covers the expanse of your hip almost entirely, how he can hold you up with one hand as he ploughs you into the floor...he's obsessed. He uses it to his advantage, manhandling you so he can press himself deeper into your sweet cunt, hitting that spot that makes you squeal and squeeze down on him tighter than he could ever curl his own fist. God, you're so sweet and soft under him - he'd keep you warming his cock forever, if he could.

[mediamime]

Supernatural and the Concept of Grace

Hi! It's your friendly neighborhood Media Mime and I'm here with a wall of text about my insane thoughts on how Angels work.

From the TV show Supernatural.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

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These are headcanons, mind you, so they aren’t supported by the show. I just think way too much about stuff like this.

This all stems from how beings from a different plane of existence would be borderline incomprehensible to humans. The whole, true form and voice not being viewable/hearable led to me thinking about them in more abstract forms.

I’m going to give you some weird background stuff below, but feel free to skip to the end if you’re just here for the Grace mechanics and things.

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My day job is as a Math Adjunct, so you can imagine I have a bit of a fixation on recurring principles, formulas, geometry, and so on.

It’s my jam. 

Specifically, I have a focus on Mathematics in Nature. It's fascinating to me that we see the same shapes and patterns recurring over and over again in all natural formations.

I want to stress that to get into this kind of thing, you don’t actually need a background in Math. There are several resources online that provide examples and visual guides to this field of study. I’ve provided a visual guide below of some of my favorite phenomena as well as a basic (very basic) explanation of the principle. 

I ain’t getting paid for this right now, so you get what you get!

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Now is also a time to mention that I took some psychedelics in my 20s that made me See Some Shit. This is not meant to be inspirational. I just think I should mention it because you see a lot of Stuff on them, not always Stuff you want to see. You can look up information about psychedelic geometry and skip the hassle of ingesting things you probably shouldn’t.

Don’t do drugs kids, or whatever.

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The Fibonacci Sequence is where numbers ascend by adding the two previous numbers to itself. This plays a key role in something known as the Golden Spiral. For a very basic explanation, you take a square and draw an arc from one corner to the next and repeat with bigger and bigger squares.

1,

1 + 1 = 2,

1 + 2 = 3,

2 + 3 = 5,

3 + 5 = 8,

5 + 8 = 13,

and so on.

The curve itself is seen in the way plants grow, shells form, and weather formations to name a few. 

(The following are not my images, but they are readily available online. )

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Tessellations are repetitive polygons (shapes with 3 or more connecting lines, think triangles, squares, hexagons) that form together, without gaps.

In nature, the real world, there are examples of malformations, but Math is an explanation of the ideal principle.

We can see these structures in scales, honeycombs, and so on.

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Fractals are where we see the same pattern repeat at smaller and smaller forms of itself.

There is a lot of overlap of this with the Fibonacci Sequence (these patterns often appear INSIDE of the spiral), but it is its own concept.

Fun fact, fractals play a significant role in Chaos Theory, which I will not get into here because we would be here all day.

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Anyway!

Sorry!

Carried away there.

Back to Supernatural (what an insane transition) and how this wraps into my concept of Grace.

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Angels are filled with this kind of naturally occurring phenomena, a sort of endless collection of patterns. They are essentially manifestations of this idea or at least they process the physical world in this way.

Castiel mentioned eating molecules ONE TIME and well, I ran with it.

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A couple of examples I feel strongly about, using Castiel as an easier point of entry than say, Lucifer or Gabriel:

Angels think in a series of sensations, like a form of Synesthesia.  Synesthesia is a concept explored in both psychology and cognitive neuroscience where people express the feeling of multiple senses activating at once. So for instance, the words might leave you with an impression of color or sounds may give you a physical sensation. I think Angels can, and do, adopt a more human perspective the longer they interact in the physical world. This is especially relevant during the time they are essentially made human, but I think the way they interpret information remains abstract. Just a fun fact, if you have Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response (which is usually shortened to ASMR), you have a higher chance, according to some studies, of having a form of Synesthesia. 

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Angels also think in patterns. For Castiel, in the beginning: His thoughts are very vibrant. Primary colors denote curiosity. The structure of those thoughts are very rigid. He thinks more in straight lines rather than curves. The movement of the thoughts is calculated and repetitive. Learning something for the first time is difficult, so splitting it into individual pieces is easier to comprehend. This is where we get The Face from, you know the one. He perceives things in his own way which makes him socially awkward in human form. As he gets more familiar with the physical world, and the boys in general, his perspective shifts. He has more robust colors dedicated to the people or objects he interacts with and they shift around easier. His thoughts are less linear and more curved and organic. He has less set structure because he isn’t learning as much anymore, he has an understanding he can build off of and make more defined to himself.  Learning to love humanity requires flexibility that doesn’t come naturally to Angels, so he actively works at it.

Seeing souls is easier than interpreting the actual look of people. This is a doozy, but we will take Dean as an example because I’m Destiel/Deancas pilled. To Castiel, Dean looks the way he looks, smells the way he smells, sounds the way he sounds, and so on in physical form. Castiel learns to interpret him in that way as the series goes on, but his soul, the essence of him, has its own set of sensations. The following are not literal, although I’m sure some would translate that way. He sounds like a crackle of fire and a low drum. His colors are darker oranges and blues and greens. He feels like a soft rain and sun on a warm day. He tastes of barrel aged liquor and smoke. He smells like a hearth and earth after it rains. He feels like every aspect of the impala, from the cold metal to the supple warm leather.  Obviously some of these senses shift and change from time to time, but that forms the basis of what Castiel recognizes as Dean.

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Grace is at least partially visible to other angels and partially felt by humans. Other angels can see each other in their vessels. So they have a concept of what they look like in their true forms, despite being hidden inside of something.  This implies they can experience similar sensations as the other angels they look at, although I don’t like the idea that they can see their “thoughts” necessarily. I would imagine they can “feel” a sudden intense set of emotions/sensations from another angel however, in the way that humans can tell someone’s emotions through facial expression or tone of voice.

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Humans can learn to experience angels, albeit in a form that is easier for them to comprehend.  Dean doesn’t experience anything special about Castiel when they first meet, outside of the generic information we get about Angels and the obvious senses he can use: seeing, hearing, smelling, (gods I wish tasting was on this list but! Alas!) As Dean gets closer with him, he can start to “hear” him. I like to think he sounds like a pleasant hum or a slight ringing, similar to a wind chime, depending on his mood. Dean, specifically, makes him hum lower than usual. If he were to hum out-loud, it would harmonize with the way his grace sounds. It takes longer to perceive colors, but I think Dean would see the little flashes of blue, similar to the way Castiel’s eyes get when he’s using his powers. This is why I typically put a little blue squiggle between them when I draw them together. Plus other senses, sorry but this is long enough as it is. You likely get the point by now!

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Anyway, I’m very happy that literally anyone has even a passing interest in my interpretation of these things.

Formatting this was a nightmare and I feel particularly insane today.

[kenobers]

✨Jason Todd's Bookshelf✨

i think it's so interesting to see what books Jason Todd would read/own, so here's my own contribution! some of these are canon* (hence the *), some are popular headcanons and some are my own speculation. i'll probably continue to add to this.

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas*

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen*

1984 by George (Wh)Orwell*

The Prince by Machiavelli*

The Complete Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle*

The Art of War by Sun Tzu*

Hamlet*

An additional complete works of William Shakespeare

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Notes on an Execution by Danya Kukafka

Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion

Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger

i think Holden Caulfield secretly reminds him of Bruce

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Beloved by Toni Morrison

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Metamorphosis and The Trial by Franz Kafka

specifically owns a copy that has both of them in there

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

this may be a bit on the nose, but Jason would love a good satire

The Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison

Dream of the Red Chamber by Cao Xueqin

Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh

Starling House by Alix E. Harrow

The Road by Cormac McCarthy

Hayy ibn Yaqdhan by Ibu Tufail

East of Eden by John Steinbeck

but lowkey he hates it

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

The Stranger by Albert Camus

The Iliad by Homer

The Outsiders by S.E Hinton

i don't see Jason as being a big fantasy/sci-fi guy unless it falls under the magical realism or gothic categories (i.e, Beloved, Frankenstein), however i do think he would jive with Ray Bradbury, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett and (unfortunately) Harlan Ellison

i can also see him jiving with R.F Kuang and i think The Poppy War specifically would be an exception to his usual disinterest in fantasy

i think he maybe also has a stash of paperback Star Wars novels stashed away somewhere

if jason is a theatre kid into adulthood, i think he would be the kind that reads solely straight plays

Fat Ham by James Ijames

Complete Works of Arthur Miller

Everybody by Branden Jacobs-Jenkins

he typically avoids stuff that’s so directly about mortality, but this play would really resonate with him and honestly be a healing read

being the hater that he is, he's also hate read at least one Collen Hoover book (and promptly left it in the Batcave to frame Bruce for the crime)

[rottenclowndoll]

SLASHERS X HEADCANON DIAGNOSES

Prompt: educated diagnoses headcanoned on slashers along with canon diagnoses.

Bo Sinclair

Bipolar disorder.

aggressive behavior disorder.

PTSD.

Antisocial personality disorder (sociopath)

- it seems like he does stuff that he doesn’t in want to do, like he’ll get mad at you and have no clue why he’s angry.

- Trauma plays a big part in all of this, he’ll cry alone wondering why he’s so angry all the time to flaunting how amazing he is.

- He has a very bipolar relationship with his brother, from calling him a freak randomly or when he’s mad, to defending him anytime anyone else tries the same thing he does.

-From his trauma the ability to kill likely built up, the abuse and comparison to his brother by his parents.

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Michael Myers

Catatonia

Schizophrenic

Antisocial-personality disorder (psychopath)

- Him being the embodiment of evil and being a psychopath is a main trait it just makes sense.

- Catatonia explains his stiff posture and even confirms as canon.

- Schizophrenic, in Halloween 1978 it’s mentioned that as a child he claimed hearing voices.

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Vincent Sinclair

BDD

Antisocial personality disorder (sociopath)

- Likely suffers from a lot of body dysmorphia considering he always wears his mask and freaks out when he doesn’t have it.

- Trauma with seeing his brother being abused, partial bullying from his brother, deceased parents.

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Bubba sawyer

Autism

BDD

OCD

Antisocial-personality disorder (sociopath)

- Canon that he’s autistic

- He also wears a mask, very severe deformity, and depending on the version it’s clear he tries to change himself.

- normal fear based killers are diagnosed with antisocial-personality disorder with OCD, and he’s fear driven so I’m just labeling it based on statistics.

- Likely due to all his killing he became normalized by it.

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Patrick Bateman

BDD

OCD

Schizophrenic

Anti-personality disorder (psychopath)

- His body dysmorphia is clear with his obsession of being perfect and being disgusting in flaws.

- OCD, very cleanly and calculated with his daily life opposed to his kills.

-Schizophrenic, it’s canon that some of the kills were in his head.

- despite not knowing his kills were in his head he wasn’t remorseful, and lack of empathy show signs of being a psychopath.

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Gabriel May

BDD

Antisocial-personality disorder (sociopath)

- He doesn’t have his own body yet he is a male, and when he did have partially his own body it was decapitated so his sister could live.

- He likely only became this way because he was neglected and treated as a parasite rather than a boy.

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Chucky

bipolar disorder

Antisocial-personality disorder (psychopath)

-Very evident from how he treats his family, his love and hate relationship

- A born psychopath, life in crime and in murder.

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(AU)- No I am not licensed, I have some of the disorders listed, studied these disorders and fit them by studying the movies as well.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Movie!Gabriel saw Adrien as his son.

Show!Gabriel saw Adrien as a keepsake of Emilie.

This isn’t speculation, this is not a headcanon.

It is 100% fact.

The show writers may say otherwise, but that means nothing because it’s not what is conveyed.

[sunlight-s0ngbird]

Yandere Soldier, Yandere Priest, Yandere Cowboy, Yandere patient, how do they react to the fem reader saying that they are the best thing that happened in their life?

Hungry for your love.

Yandere Soldier, Priest, Bounty Hunter, Patient x Fem! Reader headcanons to small fic (separate) Summary: Who would have thought telling him that he was one of the best things would make him... like that. Warnings: references to sex (soldier and patient), obsessive behaviour, reader is referred to as she/her, but "you" is the pronouns used the most, I do not support relationships like the ones written, these are not healthy relationships. Word count: 2.4k A/N: Fritz is a WW1 German soldier; putting this here because someone might think he's a WW2 German. He's not!! AI was not used to make this. Do not use to make or for ai. Welcome board Request Rules Yandere soldier masterlist Yandere priest masterlist Yandere bounty hunter masterlist Yandere patient masterlist

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Yandere soldier 

Soldiers in the first World War weren’t known for being the best at monogamy. Soldiers were kept away from women so much that prostitution thrived during the war. Women would come in the hospitals and then out, a little wobbly from the men. 

Fritz will take any opportunity to enact sexual anything. He’s not excluded from the curse the soldiers dealt with and never will be. Difference here is that he wants a constant comfort, not one he can go to a brothel and get wrung out of him rather quickly. He is so desperate for a woman’s touch that hiding in a woman’s barn, your barn, was exciting to him. Talking to you when you would visit him at night, a plate of food in your hand for him, made him feel loved. 

Of course, it was a rather desperate love that clearly passes the line of love into obsession. 

“Fritz,” you call softly, watching as he perks his head up from the yellowing paper in his hand, smiling in that nervous way he always would. 

“Yes?” He hummed, fixing the pencil between his fingers, tilting it in a new direction. 

“I know that you may have to go home to Germany at some point and...,” you paused, looking at his fingers, the tips of them smudged with gunpowder that would never wash off. “You probably have a family back home, a girl, at least. But I just want to say that you’re the best thing to happen to me.” 

When you tell him that he’s “the best thing to happen to you”, he takes it as an act of sexual love, especially if you’ve known each other for a bit. Fritz will say thank you and hope you’d come back to the barn with more affection for him, hoping it’s more private than before. 

The only reason Fritz won’t outright demand it is because he’s a gentleman... at least he hopes. He “won’t expect it” but every time you visit and don’t suggest it or at least give hints about it, he’ll think you’re getting it from someone else. Which won’t help him too much with his paranoia that he’s not important to you. 

It just makes him clingier.  

Yandere priest 

Gabriel is one of the loneliest men in his town, living for the people and his lord gets draining. Of course, a man’s loneliness will make them think terrible things about others. His adoration started small when you moved to town, visiting you to encourage coming to church (maybe because he likes you, maybe because of religious reasons). His crush is rather odd, mostly encouraging you to visit, then trying to talk to you if you’re even there. 

He desperately hopes you love him, it’s so difficult for him to keep those hopes and dreams away. They’re like an angel and devil on his shoulder. The angel speaks of kind words, saying that you love him back and that you look at him with similar starry eyes, while the devil tells him to stay a man of his lord and that he shouldn’t think of you in such a way. What a cruel life he lives! 

The confessional felt rather small knowing you sat on the other side, right next to him. Gabriel shifted in his cushioned seat, taking in a breath as you fixed yourself in the booth beside his, kneeling instead of sitting. 

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” you said suddenly, your palms clasped together in your lap. Gabriel nodded and turned his eyes towards the crack in the door separating it from the red carpet of the church. “It has been three years since I last confessed.” 

He nodded again at your hesitation, humming to let you know he was listening. “My confession isn’t outright... lust?” You scrunched your brows and looked at the small holes in the crossed wood, seeing his legs and lap. “I have care for a man that will never love me.” 

“Do you pursue him? Still try showing that your love is, in your words, pure?” Gabriel asked rather quickly, fixing his posture as he spoke. A man that you love? It can’t be him; it would be too much of a coincidence and obviously be a joke. 

“I cannot pursue him, even when I want to,” you muttered. “He is a pure man; he can’t love me. Even then, he’s one of the best things to happen to me.” 

Oh. It was him, wasn’t it? 

Gabriel swallowed thickly, nodding as though your words didn’t make his skin crawl. “Alright,” he hesitated, taking in a slightly comforting breath. Gabriel clasped his hands together in front of his chest. “We must pray before leaving this.” 

His loneliness will make him see the statement as platonic, simply believing that it’s because he’s a priest, but a small voice in his head desperately says it’s romantic. Pursuing could mean so many things! Kinda...?  

Once you leave the confession booth, he stays inside a while longer than he should, contemplating if he should have asked if he was the man you were referring to. No, he is the man you were referring to. There aren’t any other priests in town, the men in town have visited so many times to confess that they’re nowhere near pure enough to be who you’re talking about. 

Gabriel’s obsession gets worse after that. He’ll listen to any other boys' confessions and if they say you’re an “option” for them, he’ll say you’re taken by a secret lover. 

That secret lover is him. It’s such a good secret you don’t even know it! 

Yandere bounty hunter 

Elio doesn’t particularly need praise to live, unlike the others. He has a rather normal sense of self and understands that he impacts others with his decisions whether he intends to or not. So, being told he’s important or “the best thing to happen to them” isn’t that uncommon 

You saying that sort of stuff? He loves it. 

He loves your affection specifically. He likes being useful to you. When Elio was young, he would watch his father give his mother so much affection and praise that she would still smile wide like a teenage girl. So, he wants something similar for his lover. 

The fire shining bright before you made the sky seem like a brighter orange than it was. Elio sat next to you, cleaning the small silver handgun with a gray-stained rag. The day was a rather slow one, the recent musical outlaw, Daya, never showed at her destined spot where she said she’d perform. As much as he refused to admit how annoyed he was of her smarts, he absolutely hated it. He had set it up to catch her, but she knew better. 

Now, there was nothing to wait for, other than sleep that didn’t come quick enough. Your eyes were trained to the fire, watching the occasional flick of blue and green light that flew around the flames. 

The click that accompanied the gun’s chamber being put back into place took you out of your fire smoke thoughts. “Something in the fire I can’t see?” Elio asked with a grin, showing his white teeth that pulled his dark, full lips thin. 

“No,” you answered, shaking your head. “Just nothing to think about.” 

He hummed and set the gun on his knee; the rag lain over the side of his bag, not fully in but not set close enough for quick use. He turned back to his other pack of stuff, pulling one of the knit blankets. 

“Elio,” you hummed, watching him with eyes that sparkled with orange light. He turned back to you almost immediately, smiling again. 

“Yeah?” He said back with an almost natural grin, the sound of your voice causing the emote. Even though you had known him for a long while, even when he was so kind and lovely, you still were a bit nervous. 

“You’re the best thing to come into my life,” you whisper to him, as if the nature surrounding you wasn’t even good enough to hear such an intimate thing. Elio paused at your words, his smile faltering slightly before growing big again. 

“Prove it,” he remarked, a challenge. You knew what he would want. A kiss. 

Elio’s love for praise doesn’t stop at praise, he wants his love to want him just as desperately as he wants her. He needs that tenderness because it becomes a driving force for him. Part of the good things he does for the community is because he genuinely wants to help people. The small part of him did it for your approval. 

Yandere patient 

To Alden, you’re more likely a “patient” of his fathers. You were brought to his home, then taken for experimentation. As his father's “assistant”, he must take care of the experiments.  

The simple statement of affection brought discomfort, which was quite odd for him to feel. Alden knows that he should feel better about it. He just... can’t. It makes him uncomfortable, yet he wants more of it. 

Alden will also take your statement a specific way depending on your age and how well you know each other. It doesn’t matter your gender; if you give affection, he’ll accept it anyway. 

The white lighting in the basement hallways shined down onto the service cart. Alden kneeled by door twelve, pushing the plate of food into the slot for whatever lived behind the numbered door. 

Having worked his way down each door, Alden’s father, Salvador, checked on each “patient”. He’d take them from their rooms, either with their hands cuffed or strapped down to a bed. Now, he was taking his latest “patient” from room nineteen, you. 

Alden slowly got up from his knees and tried to casually look over at you, wanting to see the changes Salvador had done to you. He wanted to know if his father had taken your beauty by trying to be as nonchalant as possible. 

You stood by Salvador’s “doctor's office”, chained to a pipe across the hall. Thankfully, his father was nowhere to be seen, having gone back upstairs to grab something from his office. “(Y/n),” Alden said softly, looking into the doctor’s office to see if his father was still upstairs and hadn’t snuck back down when he hadn’t realized. 

Your attention promptly went to him, showing him a small smile at the sight of him. Alden smiled a bit brighter than you did to him, his casualness leaving like birds from a branch. 

“I didn’t think you’d still be here, it’s so early in the morning...? I think?” You mutter, quirking your head to the side with the comment. He nodded in agreement. 

“Not too early, it’s only six,” he assured and looked you over, glancing at your legs to check for scars. “School still starts at eight, you haven’t been down here long enough for that to change... thankfully.” 

Your head bobbed as you inspected your legs too, wondering what he could be looking at. “Yeah... not that long.” 

Alden went silent as he stared at your bare skin, small spots of paler flesh were the only evidence of needle injections. Your voice suddenly took him out of his clouded thoughts. “He hasn’t done anything to you too?” Your voiced got noticeably quieter, like the topic was taboo. 

“No,” he answered blankly. Even with the flatness of his voice and the inexpressiveness of his face, his heart skipped a beat at the care in your voice. You wished for his safety? Even after he was the one that lured you into his father’s grasp? 

“Good,” you sighed, “I don’t have much liking for him. I didn’t want my attitude to cause you harm.” 

Alden almost grinned ear to ear at that idea. “My dad’s never been like that, not recently, at least. If he cared about your attitude, he’d never let me down here. Hell, I might not be able to walk.” 

Your assured smile dropped rather hastily, swallowing thickly at the idea. “But it doesn’t happen, so I’m alright,” Alden reassured. 

“Yeah,” you softened and scanned the top of the stairs. He took the opportunity to inspect you again, instead looking at your face and cheeks. Your face had no changes, your eyes were still soft, your cheeks had no pale spotting from needles, and your lips were still as soft as usual. 

“You’re one of the best things that have come into my life,” you whispered, looking over your shoulder swiftly again, just for security. The soft pink in his cheeks grew brighter with the quiet passing seconds. 

“Huh?” Alden uttered suddenly, swallowing from nervousness. 

“I said you’re the best thing to come into my life... right now, at least,” you repeated, your soft smile returning to your face. 

“Really?” Alden mumbled, his voice cracking making his cheeks burn brighter. You nod and grin at his rosy face. If you could, you take his face into your hands, and he would have died in your palms from the surge of joy. 

The moment was cut short when the basement door at the top of the steps creaked open and was followed by the taps of Salvador’s shoes. Quickly pressing a kiss to Alden’s cheek, you nudged him away and fixed your hospital gown. Turning his gaze back in front of him, Alden put his hands back on the handles of the service cart, trying to act as though nothing had happened. 

Your lips were as soft as he imagined, maybe even softer. But he knew what needed to happen: you can’t leave, especially not after that kiss. 

Alden is the opposite of the soldier; he doesn’t want anything sexual attached to the tenderness. He doesn’t like it, not only because he thinks he’s too young to commit to such an act, but also because of the experimentation he’s had against him. The substances Alden’s father used on him makes it nearly impossible for him to want anything like that and he’d rather die than give you a baby that inherited the awful genetics that were given to him past birth. 

He knows the way he thinks isn’t healthy, mostly because he looks at you the same way his father had looked at one of the older experiments. He knows the way he doesn’t want to free you isn’t normal, neither is his desperation to please you. But you’re here, you love him. 

He can’t give that up to free you and you never seeing him again. 

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Welcome back to the Ineffable lyric discussion (can I hear a wahoo)

In honor of the announcement of season 3 of our beloved Good Omens, I find it completely necessary for us to discuss one of the many songs on Aziraphale and Crowley's angelic playlist that made me scream my bloody head off. One of those songs is the one and only The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. While I UNDERSTAND this song may have just been chosen to spell out SEASON THREE, I think it goes much deeper than that because of all of the parallels it draws to Aziraphale and Crowley. And ultimately, what I think is going to happen in terms of their relationship when they finally sort their shit out. So beware if you haven't watched season 2 of Good Omens because we're about to do a fucking DEEP DIVE into this.

First, the title of the Book of Love feels almost like a call to this looming threat to the Book of Life that was consistently used in series 2. The entire season, Crowley and Aziraphale have to work oh so carefully because with the Book of Life being confirmed, they know that either of them could get the other erased, and whether they want to admit it or not, losing the other is their biggest fear. We've seen this when Crowley believed Aziraphale to be dead in Series 1 when he couldn't feel Aziraphale's presence anymore since he got incorporated. When Aziraphale isn't there, Crowley is a mess. Likewise, we saw how both reacted during the ineffable divorce scene in series 2. Crowley is full-on begging Aziraphale to stay, and Aziraphale has finally admitted that he needs Crowley and full-on mouths for Crowley not to leave him. The Book of Life inherently, from how Neil set it up, feels threatening. The Book of Love, on the other hand, raises an entirely other reaction. Throughout the series, as corny as it sounds, love has been what grounds our protagonists. It is the love of Tadfeild and his friends that keeps Adam from kickstarting the end of the world; it's what keeps him from rejecting his father, the literal devil. It is the love of the earth, of humanity and all its strange creations, and for each other that keeps Aziraphale and Crowley attempting to prevent the end of the world when it could be so much easier to just accept the fate of it all. Love is the key theme that grounds our protagonists, that makes them tick. Love is safe; love is, at times, painful but overall kind. So when we see this title on their playlist, listed amongst heartwrenching tales of grieving a relationship, you could have had, and of loss, it brings a sense of salvation and safety. The Book of Love, unlike the Book of Life, is not a threat- it's a sanctuary for Aziraphale and Crowley.

Now, diving into the lyrics.

"The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts, and figures, and instructions for dancing

But I

I love it when you read to me.

And you

You can read me anything"

The first couple of verses inherently feel like Aziraphale and Crowley's original view on this notion of love. As two supernatural entities who aren't bound by human emotion or logic, love may seem superficial and downright silly at times. The courting procedures that different societies have taken on throughout the centuries and the songs and dances that come along with it may all seem like a big waste. The book of love is a manifestation of love itself, and originally, it seems unappetizing to our protagonists. That is until they refind each other, and love goes from this thing that humans feel and jump through hoops for to this tidal wave of emotions. Love felt silly and unrealistic before, but with each other, they are willing and excited to explore it, even if it comes with things that feel inherently silly.

Also, these verses draw some cute parallels to headcanons and features of cannons. If you've been involved in the Good Omens fandom long enough, you've probably stumbled across the idea that Crowley asks Aziraphale to read to him for a multitude of different reasons. Some people say it's because his eyes aren't meant to read, one of the many punishments that came with him being cast down from grace, or maybe it's just because he finds Aziraphale's voice comforting. Additionally, the line about instructions for dancing is just so heartwarming when we look at the ball scene from this past season and Aziraphale's daydreams of a romance worthy of a Jane Austin novel.

"The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

Adn things we're all too young to know

but I

I love it when you give me things

and you

You ought to give me wedding rings"

I'm sure we've all heard this idea that you'll understand love when you get older, but even when you get older, it never seems to make sense. This idea that love is too old for any of us to truly understand, and that humbles us but in the best way possible. There is no point in trying to figure out what exactly love is because you could spend thousands of years feeling it and watching it happen all around you and still not know exactly what it is besides this all-encompassing feeling. And that is exactly the perspective of Aziraphale and Crowley. They have seen countless examples of love, true, unwavering love, and they have felt it for each other. And yet they themselves cannot begin to fathom what love, true unconditional love, is exactly. These two supernatural, ethereal/occult beings are humbled by the very concept of love like humans are- and that love is drawn from each other.

And then there is this notion of giving, which pairs so well with Crowley's primary love language, acts of service and gift giving. If the first chorus was Crowley talking about how he loves it when Aziraphale reads to him and takes care of him, then this is Aziraphale talking about how Crowley displays his love. And this final notion of asking for that final commitment, one of the key ways humans express their love for each other, is just amazing. Because in a way, Aziraphale moving to make this commitment, to fully be on their side in this way, is the resolution we have been wanting since the beginning. For Aziraphale to finally feel safe enough to let go and finally let himself settle to where he finally belongs, on his side with Crowley.

[ccscocoapuffs]

KINKTOBER LINE UP

Warning the following content contains 18+ themes. I am not held responsible for your media consumption nor the horniness any of the fics give you LMAO. Without further ado please enjoy This line up. All fics will be linked here when they are released. (All fics will be in headcanon format or a short fic! and not all will be super smutty some may border more on fluffyish)

Day 1- Pegging- Aegon Targaryen

Day 2- Roleplay- Mark Hoffman

Day 3-Overstim- Robb Stark

Day 4-Edging- Crowley

Day 5-Collaring- Daemon Targaryen

Day 6-Chasity- Corey Cunningham

Day 7-Waxplay- Viserys III Targaryen

Day 8-Breeding- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 9-Lactation-Aegon Targaryen

Day 10-Praise- Gabriel May

Day 11- Breathplay/Choking- Michael Myers

Day 12-Somnophilia- Bo Sinclair

Day 13- Daddy- Cooper Adams (Trap)

Day 14- Size Kink- Thomas Hewitt

Day 15- Mommy- Brahms Heelshire

Day 16- Mirror- Lady Dimistrescu

Day 17-Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Day 18-Spanking- Karl Heisenberg

Day 19-Voyeurism-Damian Priest & Finn Balor

Day 20-Marking (Hickeys, bites, bruises etc.)- Jaime Lannister

Day 21-Dirty Talk- Aemond Targaryen

Day 22- Bondage- Eddie Munson

Day 23- Punishment-Negan

Day 24-Recording-Drew McIntyre

Day 25-Temperature Play- Aemond Targaryen

Day 26- Phone Sex- Mickey Altieri

Day 27- Knife Play-Ethan Landry

Day 28-Fem Dom- Daenerys Targaryen

Day 29- Body Worship- Theon Greyjoy

Day 30-High Heels- Rhaenyra Targaryen

Day 31- Special Surprise (hehehe)

[andre-and-cal]

PLEASE PLEASE PLSEA ANGSTY ZERO DAY HEADCANONS JUST THE WORST YOUVE GOT I WANT TO HAVE MY ORGANS RIPPED OUT 😭😭

HEHE your wish is my command !! 😌🫶 Another Anon asked for angsty headcanons so hope you like! :]

Zero Day + Caldre Angst HCs

When there are temporary strains affecting Cal and Andre’s relationship, they automatically assume that their previous argument ruined everything they have together. The first time they fought physically, immediately post-brawl, Andre was worried that Calvin would never want to talk to him again as he may have hit him too hard… but Calvin was worried that Andre would loathe him for shoving him down against the floor, which is such a hard surface in his bedroom. Yet, both boys can’t reciprocate a feeling of hatred for one another. They crave each other like two cannibals; they’re drawn to the idea of consuming the other physically, mentally, and emotionally. They’re a pack of dogs who thrive off of eating up the good parts within each other, and thus, they’re left as the soulless beings they’d proved themselves to be during Zero Day. They’re half the men they formerly portrayed themselves as, and with nearly identical viewpoints, they see their peers— especially Brad— as threats, as targets. Specifically those who hurt them in some way.

Andre had received a scholarship for scoring above average on state tests and maintaining his high GPA. Because of this, he had 75% of his tuition covered. Previously apart of the Class of 2001, it likely should have sparked some concern that Andre had little interest in participating in some school activities. He never cared for the senior pranks, special lunches, or field trips. Yet it was only natural that most people let their guard down. Additionally, his parents were ready to see their son grow wings and soar high, to watch him become a successful young man. In the end, he developed these “wings”— but in a wholly different sense.

Calvin used to take his siblings to the community park nearby. He’d watch them play and would monitor their behavior. When they’d start fighting with other children, he wouldn’t engage. Instead, he’d calmly walk up and pull them away, even as they both whined about how, “He started it!”. Cal had never been an instigator when it came to his siblings— he only wanted what was best for them. He believed that they were going to be okay without him without actually telling them this; he had his own “prophecy” that he was going to fulfill. He had his own fate, essentially, which included going down with Andre after carrying out such a harrowing crime.

Andre’s track trophies and science fair awards were tossed into a cardboard box, only to be deposited in a storage unit within the New Stratford area and never to be touched by anyone again. Before its departure, though, Mel kept on sniffing the box, meowing for her brother. Where had her Andre gone, after all?

Before they split, Mr. Gabriel ended up throwing out some of Cal’s band and music performance assessment awards. Mrs. Gabriel wanted to keep some of them, but Mr. Gabriel asked her what she was even going to do with them. She didn’t know.

After Zero Day, after the suicide of both her son and a boy who she practically treated as her own, Calvin’s mother now cannot stand seeing pictures of Calvin— she starts tearing up, breaking down in tears as she remembers what he did. But as Calvin’s little brother and sister grew older, they began to understand the weight of what their deceased big brother did. They no longer ask about him anymore, no longer ask why he died, no longer ask their mother and father about why they were crying; they don’t particularly enjoy watching the color drain from their parents’ faces at the mention of their firstborn. Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel didn’t explain the “Cal situation” willingly; they never do anymore. Calvin Kenneth Gabriel has become an unspeakable topic. He existed at one point, though. He sure did.

Mr. Gabriel suggested getting rid of most photos containing Cal and only keeping the ones of him when he was young, but Mrs. Gabriel refused. Instead, while she took down the several wall-framed photos of him, she keeps each photo of him in a separate box. Later on, the Gabriel parents ended up splitting due to their contrasting views of their late oldest son. Once he got past his anguish, Mr. Gabriel now holds resentment toward Calvin for what he did. He feels like he was a disgrace and truly only sees him as a killer. Following the anger and bewilderment she experienced, however, Ms. Gabriel now feels profuse amounts of sorrow and even accountability. Deep down, she wishes she could’ve done something to help Cal. Anything that would’ve knocked some sense into him. Anything that would’ve prompted him to second think what he was going to do. She also wishes that he and Andre had never been friends. She wishes they’d never even met in the first place. She wishes Cal had never been born, either, as if that could’ve prevented the future teenage murderer from acting on his desires with his “comrade”. But she feels a bit disgusted with herself over these dehumanizing thoughts and feelings.

Andre’s father cannot listen to certain songs or engage in different activities without painfully recalling various memories revolving around himself and Andre. He and Andre sometimes used to go fishing, used to go hunting together. But now, when he goes to try and confront his thoughts by occupying himself in these hobbies, albeit alone, he feels like he’s attempting to reenact special moments that remain lost yet dearly missed. Like he’s trying to fill in the emotional gaps he finds himself containing, as if he wants to act like Andre is still here. Like he never went and did what he did. As a result, he fell into a bit of a depression following Andre’s death. Because now he’s lost 2 sons. Both of his children died in the worst scenarios possible, and it feels as if both of his little boys just slipped through his fingertips.

Occasionally, Mrs. Kriegman visits Andre and Cal’s crosses and leaves flowers and small gifts near them, such as necklaces and other Jewish jewelry. She doesn’t try to talk to their crosses, though, knowing that she’d become hysterical if she even gave herself the chance to speak with both boys in their places of rest. She doesn’t like to picture where they might be now, though. Also, she still talks to Ms. Gabriel. From a mother to a mother, they understand each other and what they’re going through, in a way. But Mrs. Kriegman could not sit through the released footage of the Zero Day tapes, and she wanted to faint when she was shown the photographs of Calvin and Andre’s corpses in court. In the media, Mrs. Kriegman is primarily labeled by a mother who failed, and she mostly believes what news articles discuss about her, villainizing her following the charges she and her husband previously sustained. She thinks they’re in the right for criticizing her, because if it hadn’t been for her and her husband, the Iroquois High School massacre wouldn’t have occurred, right? Yet, she has a difficult time comprehending that Cal and Andre were indeed lost causes. Truly, not much could have torn them away from what they’d planned for months. And nothing… nothing could have certainly prepared the Kriegman and Gabriel families to discover what their children were capable of.

[emdoesstufff]

I made aesthetic boards and Headcanons of the Weasley grandchildren for a fic I'll be posting soon.

The top left picture is a young kid photo, the bottom right is a teenage photo, and the middle is a current/older one.

(In age order)

Edward "Teddy" Remus Lupin ((24) at main time of fic)-

-Born April 23rd, 1998

-Molly and Arthur have always considered him their first grandkid

-From ages 11 to 16 he experimented with all kinds of hair colors, never being able to settle on just one

-When he's 17 he finally settles on his classic blue hair and rocks that till he's about 21, when he goes to plain brown hair and his natural features. A little self-discovery later and he's back at his classic blue

-Despite inheriting the metamorphagus trait, he's also got several wolf qualities

-He can tell you if the milk is expired when you open the fridge by the scent, he can tell who's entering the house from upstairs by the way he hears them walking, and when he doesn't have his wand he'll probably start biting and scratching as an attack, and he does some pretty good damage

-He has a long term girlfriend named Izzy (I'm not a tedoire fan, they're cousins in this) and no one's quite sure how long they've been dating because no one knows when they went from being best friends to dating, you can't tell

-In school he had two other best friends besides Izzy, Todd and Connor. Izzy and Todd are in Gryffindor (they're also cousins) and Teddy and Connor are Hufflepuffs

-There was an attack when he was 14 (will be explained in the fic) and he didn't have his wand, so he had no choice but to go a little feral on them and he ended up killing one of them like that

-He considers James, Al, and Lily his siblings.

-He played quidditch for most of his school years, seeker, and wore the number 4

-When he starts to get older, his family and friends start to call him just Ted more. Izzy is the only one who still always calls him Teddy

-He can play the guitar

-He's never been very muscular or lean, but he's like 6'4

Victoire Gabrielle Weasley (22)- Bill and Fleur's daughter

-Born May 2nd, 2000

-She was always very focused on being pretty and proper as a child, but in her late teen years she stopped caring so much

-Fleur wanted her to attend Beaxbatons when she started school, but she transferred to Hogwarts for her fourth year and was sorted into Ravenclaw

-She was made prefect her fifth year and head girl her seventh year

-She loved living near the beach and would often read books in the sand

-She loves cooking and she's good at it, her idea of a simple meal is equivalent to a gourmet meal

-In her fifth year she starts to develop a crush on Teddy's friend Todd, a seventh year at the time. She always begs her cousin to get him to talk to her

-Her and Todd start dating in her seventh year. When things start getting bad with the war again, they decide to get married with their family while they still can.

Molly Sienna Weasley II (22)- Percy and Audrey's daughter

-Born August 5th, 2000

-She was very close to her grandmother as a child and they liked to talk about flowers with each other

-Christmas is her absolute favorite time of year and she always makes everyone go all out for it

-She was sorted into Gryffindor, but she has always preferred green more then red

-She played quidditch her 2nd, 3rd, and 4th years, but quit to focus on school

-She loves being at the burrow and she would sit around in the nearby fields during the summers off listen to music

-She has a "best friend" (they're in love with each other but don't know it) named Lilah. They've been friends since they met on the train before their first year.

-Lilah helped her cut her bangs when she was 17 and she's had then ever since

-She's very close with Victoire because of closer in age they are. They bond over their shared love of solitude time

Dominique Apolline Weasley (20)- second daughter of Bill and Fleur

-Born February 14th, 2002

-She's always been very tall, reaching 5'8 by them time she was 13

-Everyone almost exclusively calls her Dom

-She only attended Beaxbatons for one year before going to Hogwarts with Victoire

-She was pleasantly surprised when she was sorted into Gryffindor, expecting to go the same path as her sister

-She only picked up quidditch after Molly quit, taking her number, 5

-Teddy taught her how to play the guitar when she was 15

-She likes to speak French more than English

-She came out as Bi when she was 16 and Bill bought a shirt that said ally dad

-She got closer with Vic and Molly in her late teens and they are inseparable now

-She started dating a Slytherin boy, Jake Thomas when she was 17 and they get married when they were 19

Roxanne Alicia Weasley (20)- George and Angelina's daughter

-Born January 19th, 2002

-The first Weasley to be sorted into Slytherin, it was a shock at first, but everyone accepted it pretty quickly

-She worked at Wizard Wheezes every summer before she graduated and now full time. She plans to run the place one day

-People always ask if her and Freddie are twins and are surprised when she tells them that she's two years older

-They are also surprised when they're told they still have the same birthday

-She's never been close with any of her cousins and really only hangs out with Freddie

-Her dad is the only one who calls her Roxy

-She's never been interested in any romance and plans on never getting married

-She was shocked when Dom asked her to be her maid of honor, but she took the job incredibly seriously and broke down crying during the ceremony

-Her and Dom have become closer in the past year because of that

Frederick "Freddie" Gideon Weasley (18)- George and Angelina's son

-Born January 19th, 2004

-Everyone thinks it is absolutely hilarious that Roxanne and Freddie are born on the same day

-So it shouldn't have been a surprise too anyone when they basically acted like they were twins

-Since their family had already had a Fred, he decided to exclusively go by Freddie

-The third Weasley grandchild to go to Gryffindor

-He was pretty quiet in school, but would get in trouble sometimes because he hung out with Lorcan, Lysander, and James

-He also started working at Wizard Wheezes and hopes to co-own it with Roxanne

-He was the first grandchild to insist on joining the order when it was reformed

-Proudly fights whenever he can

James Sirius Potter II (18)- Harry and Ginny's son

-Born June 4th, 2004

-Harry and Ginny believe they set themselves up for failure by naming him James Sirius because he definitely takes after his namesakes

-Also sorted into Gryffindor at the surprise of nobody

-He's wanted to become a professional quidditch player since he can remember attending his mother's matches, so he makes his whole life about quidditch

-Izzy is the Gryffindor quidditch captain his first year and he gets a chaser position the same year

-There hasn't been more quidditch drive since Oliver Wood

-He fell in love with a girl named Alice when he was 15 and only got her to go out with him once they graduated

-THE ADHD child

-He's best friends with Lorcan and Lysander Scamander, Hufflepuffs, who are in his year

-He loves his siblings so much and is protective of all of them

Louis Arthur Weasley (18)- Bill and Fleur's son

-Born August 6th, 2004

-Victoire was so proud when her younger brother was sorted into Ravenclaw

-Made it clear that he was never interested in quidditch and would rather stay inside and play video games

-Fleur always dressed him very prim and proper and he continued to do that even when he grew up

-He does wear Nikes with a suit though

-He's very proud of his curls and takes care of them perfectly

-He was captain of the chess team all of his Hogwarts years, which pissed Rose off

-He loves spells and always has a spellbook on him

-Blue is his favorite color and he makes everything in his life that

-Dreams of becoming a healer and spent a lot of time with Madam Pomfrey in school

-He got a internship at St. Mungos two weeks ago and has never been more exhausted in his life

Lucille "Lucy" Abigail Weasley (17)- Percy and Audrey's second daughter

-Born April 22nd, 2005

-Everyone was expecting her to be in Gryffindor like the majority of her older cousins, but were so proud when she was placed on Hufflepuff

-She's always loved any kind of art, but she favorites her pastel crayons.

-She also has a camera and takes pictures of anything and everything

-She's very loudly and openly gay, she came out when she was 12

-George made fun of Percy when she came out, telling him he was too stuck up for his gay daughter. He went to Bill after that to figure out where he could get an ally dad shirt

-She gets so frustrated about Molly and Lilah. She's told Molly that she's gay so many times, but Molly always just laughs it off

-She only picked up quidditch in her seventh year and she took over Teddy's number 4

-Even though Molly's onliviousness annoys her, she is very close with her. They both love flowers and they taught themselves to embroider so they can put flowers on everything

Albus "Al" Severus Potter (16)- Harry and Ginny's second son

-Born August 27th, 2006

-He was always incredibly shy and often just hid behind his mother

-That made it a shock when he was sorted into Slytherin, everyone expected Hufflepuff

-The day after he was sorted, he already had a letter from Roxanne, telling him that she knew it was hard to be one of the only Slytherins in the family, but that she was there for him. That made being in Slytherin a lot easier for him.

-He was always best friends with Rose, but when they got to Hogwarts they let Thomas Lovegood and Frank Longbottom II, Ravenclaws, into their friendgroup (I'll probably do stuff for these characters too since they're pretty important)

-He loves music and has a huge record collection with almost any artist you can think of

-When the war started getting bad in his fifth year, he started back up the D.A., it was less about teaching and more about fighting now though

-He loves Teddy, James, and Lily so much and he considers them some of his closest friends

-He didn't wear glasses for most of his life, but the summer after his sixth year, Ginny started noticing that he was running into things, so she took him to an eye doctor and he went into his seventh year with glasses

-He loves to learn knew spells and he can almost always be seen with a spellbook in his hands

-He's a bit of a coward, so any time there's some sort of fight his first response is to run

-He's not too worried about finding love, sure it'll happen on its own one day. He likes to help his cousins and friends in their relationships though

-He actually hates quidditch, but he'd never tell anyone of his family that, knowing how much they love it

Rose Billie Granger-Weasley (16)- Ron and Hermione's daughter

-Born October 26th, 2006

-She looks so much like her mother, but she definitely takes after her father

-She loves sweets and is always first in line at Honeydukes when there's a new thing to try

-Victoire always makes her be the taste tester on everything she makes, and Rose has a very refined pallette because of it

-Her socks are constantly mismatched, other than that she's very fashionable

-Her dad taught her how to play wizards chess when she was really little and she joined the club at school the first week she was there

-She was super mad that Louis was captain for as long as he was though

-She's in Gryffindor, in true Weasley fashion

-She's never considered herself smart, just enough to get by. She's very thankful that Hugo and Al are though.

-Al is her best friend in the world and she was the first to join the D.A. after he started it up again

-She takes care of Hugo ferociously and it's pretty hard for her to accept that he's growing up now

Hugo Gene Granger-Weasley (15)- Ron and Hermione's son

-Born September 15th, 2007

-He's always had severe baby face, looking much younger than he is

-He's been super attached to Crookshanks since the moment he was born

-He inherited his mother's smarts and started reading by the time he was 4

-Louis insisted that he would be in Ravenclaw and Dom made fun of him when Hugo was put on Gryffindor

-He loves a sweater vest

-He didn't start playing quidditch until his second year, when James needed him to play keeper for him. They learned that he was extremely talented and they're currently training him to go professional.

-He didn't really have any friends until he started playing quidditch, where he started hanging out with the players on his and the other teams.

-He's closest with Ella Chang, the seeker for the Ravenclaw team

-Everyone is sure they will be dating at some point

-He was the reason the Weasley is our king chant got started again and he proudly wears the crown pin on his quidditch robes

-He excells in all of his classes and Ella thinks he's wasting his talents by going pro

-He loves his sister and spends a great deal of his time with her

Lily Luna Potter (14)- Harry and Ginny's daughter

-Born September 1st, 2008

-She's an exact copy of her mother, in looks and personality

-The youngest Weasley kid, also sorted into Gryffindor

-She isn’t particularly talented in academics, but she gets by just fine

-She loves listening to music with Al and she exactly where all of her favorite songs are on his records

-She knows she's bisexual, but wasn't told anyone yet

-She loves charms class and learning new spells. She always goes to Louis to learn new ones.

-She hasn't picked up quidditch yet, but has been considering it for a while now

-Her mom started putting her hair in braids and she absolutely loves it

-She's close with all of her siblings, but Teddy is secretly her favorite. He's so much older than her so he feels really cool to her.

[stardustlin]

miguel o’hara x blind! wife headcanons

love language: physical touch…i think miguel would always cup your face, caress you face, gently rub his nose against yours which earns you some giggles, nose kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, and of course regular kisses <3 but he would always go in the order

he may kiss your neck and collarbone and gently trace circles onto your skin to show you his love…you may not see him :( but you can imagine your husband being handsome (like imagine not being able to see your beloved’s face ☹️)

always holding onto you whether he has his arm wrapped around your shoulders or holding your hand whenever you go so you don’t bump into things, now, you’re capable doing anything on your own but miguel is very protective of you

he made sure that whenever you went out in public you had the best technology to assist you wherever you may go & safe to say it has worked wonders for you !! lyla makes sure to check up in on you every once in awhile and reports it to miguel because he a worrisome person (he tracks your location LMAO)

other than that though, you like to paint and draw on your free-time!! you’re very into arts and crafts so you made miguel a big quilt! he was in utter shock because it was very intricate and pretty, very well made done. he made sure to use it whenever he could :) and he cannot thank you enough for thinking about him <3

miguel is your muse 🧚🏽‍♀️

you’re very outspoken and love to play around with miguel in which miguel adores a lot! “i can’t see you but i do know you’re handsome….” “well, how do you know darling?” “i can hear it in your voice” and you both break out in laughter, honestly so cute 😭

another love language; words of affirmation…you always tell your husband how much you love him and how he his your dream man for as long as you could ever remember :( OH! miguel is very good at affirming his love with you, definitely mutters sweet praises whether you’re doing a chore or doing nothing <3

music is a part of your life

miguel has brought you to many concerts to your favorite artists

gabriel is very fond of you and he thinks you’re a very cool person yet he always pokes fun of miguel because he genuinely thought no woman would ever fall for him because of his stoic and serious nature. gabriel refers to you as his sister and loves you like one

“for as long as i live, you’ll always be the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says it while he holds your ears in his hands and gently caresses them which makes you all flustered and shy <3

tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @meeom @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit

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When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop - Crowley Imagine [Good Omens]

Title: When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop

Pairing: Crowley X Reader

Word Count: 1,944 words

Warning(s): **SEASON 2 SPOILERS** mention of abandonment, drunk character

Summary: [Post-Season 2] After Aziraphale's departure, (Y/n) joins Muriel in the goal of taking care of the bookshop and the tasks that may come with that. One of those many tasks includes being prepared for the moment that a familiar demon finds his way to the doorstep at odd hours of the night.

Author's Note: Listen. I said that I was going to focus on my writing challenges. I know. But someone made this headcanon on Tiktok and I couldn't shake it. If anyone has the user, please let me know because I cannot find it, but I might also just be stupid.

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When I first found Muriel in charge of Aziraphale's bookshop, I knew that I needed to step in and help where I could.

Well, that's not quite right.

I actually started off very scared.

After what had happened the night before that with the legion of demons coming to attack and Crowley ushering everyone away from the building, I knew that I needed answers. The only way to get those answers was to get back to the bookshop when the coast seemed to be clear.

If I had slammed the doors open any harder, then they would have surely popped off the hinges.

What I saw was Muriel standing in the middle of the room with a stack of books in their hands. They jumped at the sudden noise, quickly scrambling to keep from dropping the books.

"Oh, you scared me," they said before placing the books on the table. "Hello!"

"Who are you," I asked, ignoring any introduction.

"I am a human police officer," they motioned down at their all-white uniform. Angel. Got it. "And bookshop owner... now."

"Where's Aziraphale?"

"Oh, just... off."

That was the very moment that my fear turned to annoyance and anger. "Off?"

"Yeah... y'know, off."

"Where?"

"Oh, well..."

I stepped forward. "Listen. Aziraphale has been one of the dearest in my life for years now. I know about the angel thing. I know about demons that were here last night. Hell, I know about the failed apocalypse. So, when I hear that he's 'off' and has left his beloved bookshop in the charge of some random angel that I've never seen, I get very upset and very worried. I suggest that you tell me what happened to him."

"I can't-"

"And I suggest that you do it quick because he is not the only celestial being that I have on speed dial."

That seemed to be the only push that Muriel needed to tell me everything that had happened while I was gone. Gabriel's memories coming back, Gabriel and Beelzebub running off together, the offer that Aziraphale had taken, and the one that Crowley had apparently turned down. All of it. Well, as much as Muriel knew at the time.

I stood there for a few moments. Stunned into silence.

"Are you-"

"He didn't even say goodbye," I muttered.

"Well, the Metatron seemed very insistent that he needed to go right away- where are you going?"

I had already turned around and walked out of the bookshop again. I looked down the street before going to grab my phone. I frantically clicked Crowley's contact.

It rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"Crowley," I murmured. "Please, answer. Please. I... I found out about Aziraphale and I... I don't know what to do or where to go. Please."

I hung up and walked a little further down the road, wiping my eyes as tears started falling.

The moment that I went to call him a second time, I heard a car engine racing closer to me. I looked down the road to see the all too familiar Bentley pulling up to the curb next to me.

I put my phone away as he got out of the car.

"Crowley-"

I was cut off by him pulling me into a hug. I hid my face in his shoulder for a moment.

"He didn't even say goodbye," I repeated pathetically.

"Trust me, it would've been worse if he had."

It was then that I knew that we were losing the same person, yet grieving two very different things.

After that day, I made myself a new home in the room that had previously been used by "Jim". I had thrown a bit of a fit about the bookshop being entrusted to some random angel instead of a friend. Muriel was kind enough to let me stay. I think that they needed the help, but I was willing to call it merely an act of kindness if it made them feel better.

I didn't know how beneficial my presence would be in the shop.

I knew that I could help organize and clean. I could protect Aziraphale's precious books and keep Maggie's record shop safe. I could try to teach Muriel how to appear more human. I knew that stuff.

I never expected to become accustomed to Crowley turning up at odd hours of the night, often- if not always- drunk.

He would knock on the door or just barge in, yelling for Aziraphale. He wouldn't stop until I had gone down there and broke the news to him that Aziraphale may not come back. That he might be staying in Heaven forever and we may never be able to see him again.

It hurt. And I imagine that it always will. Having to put him to rest on the couch or watch him stumble back outside.

He always wore his glasses, but the heartbreak was so clear that it passed the lenses too easily.

It was one of those nights that he told me the truth of what happened before Aziraphale left. What happened between them.

I had been startled awake by the loud sound of the door slamming open and shut.

I walked out of my room immediately. Muriel stepped out, but I held a hand out. I had been taking care of this since it all started. I wasn't going to stop now.

I walked downstairs, hearing Crowley calling for his angel as I made it downstairs.

"Angel!" he was spinning in circles as he yelled. "I know that you can hear me! Come here and talk to me!"

"Crowley," I said gently as I approached him. "Stop it."

"Angel!"

"Stop it!"

He didn't listen to me, instead still walking around and spinning as he yelled for Aziraphale to just talk to him.

He didn't stop until I grabbed his wrists and forced him to look at me.

"Stop, Crowley," I tried to keep my voice firm. "This is not going to get Aziraphale to come back! I don't even think that he can hear you! Stop it!"

The demon fell quiet as he stared at me. There was a long pause between us. I immediately began to question what I had said. I was constantly terrified of being too harsh. I didn't want to be some additional reason for Crowley to be hopeless over the whole event.

I grabbed the wine bottle that was sitting in his hand before placing it on the table nearby. "Come on... you're staying here tonight."

He didn't follow me when I tried to drag him over to the small couch.

"Crowley..."

"I don't... I don't want to sleep on that couch."

I frowned at him. "I'm not letting you sleep in your car right now, Crowley."

We both stopped. I had learned a lot about stubbornness over the course of my friendship with Crowley. And he knew that. And I'm certain that some part of him despised teaching me that skill.

"Come on," I said, dragging him toward the staircase. He followed me begrudgingly.

I pulled him to my room and motioned to the small bed in there.

"Go on," I pushed when he didn't move at first.

I heard him grumbling under his breath as he walked over. He somewhat flopped on the mattress, and I shook my head as I went to pull the blanket over him.

"Better?"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled.

"Want to take off your glasses-"

"Leave them."

He hadn't taken off his glasses in front of me since Aziraphale left. Not that he often did anyway.

I took a deep breath and went to walk away.

"Would you...," he trailed off.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing. Never mind."

There's that stubbornness and closed-off attitude. "What is it, Crowley?"

"Would you stay?" he finally muttered.

"Just stay in here? Sure-"

"I meant lay with me. Please."

I glanced at the minimal empty space next to him for a moment. "Are you sure that you'd be comfortable with that?"

"I'm a demon. I have spent my nights in far more uncomfortable places than a small bed."

One day, I would need to question him on those 'I'm a demon' excuses.

I awkwardly shifted my way under the covers, fixing them over him as I did so. After a few more awkward moments, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his torso quietly. I expected some grumbling or some kind of fight. Nothing happened. Instead, Crowley merely sighed and seemed to relax into the pillow more.

I spent some time thinking. Mainly about whether or not demons actually had any need for sleep or for blankets to keep warm. I had thought about it before.

There was plenty that I knew.

I knew that food was more of a luxury than it was a necessity. I knew that they had a lot more control over things around me than I thought before. I knew that they could travel to and from Hell with a particular elevator or particular stairways.

I also knew that Crowley had the ability to sober himself up in an instant.

He had shown me that trick ages ago because I was curious.

So, when he began showing up at the bookshop while completely drunk, I questioned why he wouldn't sober himself up when on the couch or in his car or on any occasion like this.

It didn't take me very long to figure out why that was the case.

It was grief.

Not just normal grief, but grief for someone who was still very much living and breathing.

There was something so much worse about grieving someone who wasn't even dead yet.

When they aren't dead, there's always some remaining shred of hope that they will choose to come back. Which should be comforting, in theory. But when they don't come back... it only feels like a constant reminder that you truly may not be enough for them to fight for or want to fight for.

I could only guess that those thoughts were going through Crowley's mind because they were going through my mind.

"I kissed him."

My ears pricked up at his sudden words. "What?"

"I kissed him," Crowley repeated.

I knew that Crowley and Aziraphale loved each other. It was painfully obvious. I always thought that one of them finally saying something about it would have a dramatically different ending. I imagined them both hiding away in the bookshop. Not much changing... just what was normal for Aziraphale and Crowley but with a little more hand-holding. Not this.

I took a deep breath. "When?"

"After I rejected his offer to become an angel," he explained. "He had told me all about the Metatron's plan. I would have rejected it no matter what, but I had just been scolded by Nina and Maggie for not telling Aziraphale about how I felt. It just... It felt like the only chance that I had left to get him to stay."

I wondered if Crowley was telling me this because he trusted me or if it was merely because he was drunk.

"I miss him."

"I know," I muttered, hugging him a little tighter. "I miss him too."

I closed my eyes as I did that.

What else could I offer?

There was so much that I could understand. So much that I could offer him in terms of help and comfort. All I could do was hope that everything would eventually work itself out.

And at that point, that hope was getting harder and harder to hold onto.

Maybe some force in the universe would keep me from letting go of it completely. Eventually.

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Ineffable Bureaucracy Headcanons

How I feel Beelzebub and Gabriel would be in their relationship :)

Beelzebub's main love language is gift giving, obviously

I feel like Gabriel's is quality time or acts of service

That being said, they both strike me as the type of people to be very touchy and physical

You know that one couple that just can't keep their hands off each other for five seconds? Yeah, that's them

I saw a post saying that they hc that they didn't actually go to alpha centauri and just went to Edinburgh to fuck with the humans, and honestly? Yeah

I can see them being the couple that everyone knows

Like, everyone in Edinburgh knows about the weird goth and their nerdy ass boyfriend, and they know to not fuck with them

If anyone were to hit on Beelzebub, Gabriel knows that Beelzebub can handle themself, but he also wouldn't pass up the chance to be passive aggressive

"Aren't they attractive? I know they're so attractive. That's why they're my partner. Now, can you leave us alone? We're on a date :)"

Now, if Gabriel was getting hit on, that motherfucker is dead

"Hey, Bee, where did that person go? The one that was being really nice and asking for my 'number.' Whatever that is"

"Oh, they may or may not be dead somewhere"

"Cool :D"

Gabriel can see when other people are hitting on Beelzebub but he doesn't know when he's getting hit on

I feel like on one hand they wouldn't get a house because neither of them would see the point in it, but I also feel like Beelzebub would pester Gabriel into getting one because they're so used to being able to just lounge around and having things (because of how crowded Hell is)

Gabriel wouldn't understand it at all, but he would get a house if it meant making Beelzebub happy

Gabriel definitely starts giving in to human things, like certain foods and drinks, and maybe even sleeping

He would only sleep if it meant cuddles with Beezlebub

If Bee's not there, he's not sleeping

Beelzebub is the big spoon. Gabriel loves being held

But, when Beelzebub wants to be the little spoon, Gabriel is more than okay with being the big spoon

They're such a holdable size for him, so how can he say no?

Gabriel would hear about Valentine's day and go all out

A bouquet of flowers, chocolate, fancy and cheesy card, cute date. Everything

Beelzebub thinks it's adorable and dorky

When they're out in public they'd protect all the flies

It would start because Gabriel would insist on making sure humans didn't kill them because "it's wrong to kill" we all know it's because he loves his fly partner though

And then Beelzebub slowly got into it because they were used to seeing humans kill flies constantly, but Gabriel is just too cute for them to resist and it's not like they could stop him

They'd just be really sweet and wholesome with each other (but if anyone else talks to them, they're complete dicks lol)