#i'm probably a thousand years late with that headcanon

[kaqzu]

have you ever thought how Taki's the only village outside of the five great nations that has a tailed beast? Seven tails? Just two less than nine (third most powerful one, in Kurama's view)?

How Hashirama, the very guy Kakuzu was sent to kill, was the one giving them away?

Yeah, we don't know the exact timeline, but might it mean that Taki owes Kakuzu even more? That Chomei was given to them out of respect Kakuzu has earned, but they still haven't acknowledge that out of pride?

[krysmcscience]

Call this the Whoopsie AU (it's barely an AU)

I mean. Narinder never explicitly SAID the Lamb would stay dead... :3c He probably should have been more specific. >:3c

Part Two:

Well. The Lamb tried, but...sorry, Nari, the crown hates you now. Shouldn't have been so quick to lend it out, I guess. :D

Aaaand Part Three:

'Isn't he just adorable?' -The Lamb, probably, while their followers smile and nod and internally scream at the brand new hellcat they now have to share living space with...

Anyway, nothing says 'Dead To Me' like following a person around to loudly remind them of how dead they are to you. Right? Right. Narinder's got this all figured out. <:]

[llamagoddessofficial]

Swamp God Skull! I missed him a lot. Do you have any headcanons for when he likes the mc? Sorry if you have done them before. I can't find them, tumblr's search is very bad.

Oh, Anon, I missed him too. Our boggy boy. I'm riding high on inspiration from @desktopdinosaur's art.

For those who came to the party late, the Forest God boys are ancient and scary nature deities, who are in desperate need of someone to give them little kissy-wissies

He's shy. So, so shy. If he likes you and your path regularly takes you through his swamp, he will linger out of sight and watch you, hiding where the fog shrouds him almost entirely and moving between trees so his massive misshapen body is disguised in the maze of twisting trunks.

... Unfortunately, with that hulking body, single glowing eye and thousand-yard-stare, his 'shyness' can come across as unsettling at best and absolutely terrifying at worst. If you don't know he means no harm it's hard not to think he's a monster, and you're being stalked for dinner. Especially with the way he stares, once he knows you know he's there.

You'd think a God would have a little more confidence. But it's just been so long since he engaged with anyone - and especially with anyone he likes. Last time he spoke to a human he didn't hate people still rode around in horse-drawn wagons. What if he botches it? How many more years will he have to wait until he meets someone like you? Hundreds, probably

If you'd like to show him you don't mind his presence, just talk to him. You might not be able to see him, but trust me - if you're talking aloud in his swamp, he's listening.

The first sure sign Skull likes you (aside from the trailing) is that the bog very clearly likes you just as much as he does. You'll hear birds and frogs, you'll see newts and lizards, butterflies and dragonflies. Everything will smell mossy and soft rather than dank and rotten... water flowers will bloom in and around the path you take, sometimes literally filling your footprints from the day before. The whole place will feel so alive, so welcoming. Like your presence is bringing it back to life.

It'll also never be truly dark when you're there. In the day the sun is allowed to peek through the veil of fog, and at night, ghostly blue will-o-wisps light your way home. It probably makes you the only person who can follow the wisps in his swamp and live to tell the tale.

If you keep returning to the bog regardless of him following you, he'll start drumming up the courage to 'flirt'.

... It's mostly in very strange, ancient ways - incomprehensible carvings on trees you walk past, strange trinkets appearing in your pockets, hearing unearthly humming at dusk, your home never suffering from damp/mould, cats following you around. But some of his methods are more recognisably romantic. Like the big, beautiful white water lilies he leaves for you.

He also flirts with fireflies. They're versatile! He can make them hang around you, lighting up your face and eyes, distracting you while he admires how pretty you are. He also finds that humans tend to find him less scary when he has ambling fireflies drifting around him.

He's not got much to woo you with, really. He's a Swamp God, he hasn't got jewels and castles and silks. But he has got some pretty plants. Maybe, once he's sure enough that you won't run away in terror, he'll get the confidence to give you some flowers in person.

A massive ancient fae beast, bending down to offer you a slightly squashed water hyacinth... how could you not reciprocate?

[fun-k-board]

Happy New Year!! 🎉

If it's alright, could I request Loki Headcanons about a Shy Lover or Secret Admirer? I imagine something like that wouldn't stay secret for long, knowing Loki, but I love the idea of the Lover in question being flustered beyond belief at being found out 💕

MARVEL RIVALS - LOKI LAUFEYSON With a Shy Secret Admirer Headcanons!

Note(s): I'm sorry this came out a bit late, college stressed me out so bad my body and mind did a factory reset. I'll be trying to finish the rest of my requests weekly.

"Oh?" Loki's eyes are light, something unusual for the trickster. Almost eager, they flick between you and the paper that's held loosely in his hand, the usual hint of amusement in his upturned lips. "You wrote these? Well, I can't say I'm not flattered, but you are aware I've been courting you for quite some time, yes?"

You and Loki would most likely know each other prior to you becoming his secret admirer, after all, he is a bit of a flirt and you're most likely one of many that he's charmed over the years. But, for him to accept your proposal, which is how I intend to write this as to avoid angst, he would need to reciprocate your feelings. In short, he'd probably be actively courting you while you do this.

It'd mostly be insignificant things, not killing you, maybe paying you a compliment every now and then, and maybe, just maybe, if he's feeling generous he'll find it in his heart to give you a gift. Typically it's jewellery, something that reflects him, gold with green jewels are his favourite. Necklaces are a no brainer, they're so easy to spot, and it's so easy to tell who it's from, too (You'll be lucky if he doesn't engrave his name on the damn thing).

Of course, he loves to tease you. It's so fun to see you squirm and try to hide away, even if he can't see the effect of the blood rushing there, he likes to hold a hand to your face every now and then to see if it's hot. One of his favourites is to whisper plans of mischief, and maybe try and get you to tag along in his next prank or attempt to steal the throne, it depends on his mood, really.

Infuriatingly, however, you don't seem to pick up on his obvious flirtations. He immediately decides that's an issue on your part, but he'll indulge you and give an extra flirty, witty remark every now and then. Wait- you're still not- oh you frustrate him endlessly! He's got half a mind to smite you, you know!

The thing is, Loki enjoys a good mystery and a thrilling hunt, but what he wants most of all is to be adored, worshiped, have thousands at his feet begging and pleading just for him to spare them a glance. So, when he starts getting little trinkets wrapped in bows, with papers written full of heartfelt devotion... Well, how can a God refuse such wonderful praise?

It's around that time of annoyance and pining, his stubbornness refusing to allow him to confess first, you must make the first move as it's obviously you who is obsessed with him, that he actually begins to receive your gifts. In such random places too, sometimes even tucked in the pocket of his clothes! Not that he doesn't admire the bravery to do such a thing.

At first he doesn't really look deep into it, he's content to find the very obviously placed gifts and doesn't care much for where they're found. As long as he's getting the attention he rightfully deserves, he doesn't care who it's from. Why should he need to know who loves him when he's being loved either way?

But, when he does want to find out this secret admirer's identity, perhaps in a ploy to make you jealous and confess, it's when he realises that it's you. The handwriting, the way of speaking, grammar, punctuation, and the nail in the coffin is when he catches you placing a note in his quarters while invisible.

This works out brilliantly.

Not only does it confirm in Loki's mind that you're utterly infatuated and obsessed with him, but it makes him believe that you were secretly aware of his courting all along. That you, given your shy nature, had done this to play into his trickster personality. He can't say he isn't impressed by your wits! (Someone please get him a reality check...)

Naturally, Loki plans something sweet yet embarrassing for his your confession, and despite his want for love and attention, he supposes that he'll make it a private affair. After all, he does want you to admit your love for him and giving you a panic attack would probably only drive you away.

The gardens are certainly beautiful this time of day, not bright enough to burn your eyes but not dark enough so you can't see, it's perfect. Not to mention quiet. Many people prefer to admire the gardens after their meals, either in the morning or in the night, but strangely never the evening, which leaves you by yourself. It's peaceful.

Yet the peace, as usual, is interrupted by a certain prince.

You turn around when you hear your name being called, your brows shooting upwards when you realise it's Loki. What could he need? Is he planning another prank? No matter, either way you're clearly involved. So, you wave a friendly hand and hope that you can ignore the sickly butterflies in your stomach that flutter harder when the sound of his shoes click closer and closer towards you.

"I want to speak with you." Loki hums, coming to a halt only a meter away from you.

You ask what he wants to speak with you about and he searches in his pocket for a moment until he finds a small piece of paper, holding it out in his palm almost like an offering. It looks familiar. Hesitant, you feel your fingers pinch a corner and take it for yourself, dread setting in your stomach as you realise. He figured it out.

When you look up sharply to explain, his face is inches from yours. The action causes your cheeks to get unbelievably hot, and even if the blood rushing to your face isn't visible, Loki knows you, he knows your tells. "I admire your worship, darling." He whispers, eyes narrowing as a sly grin grows on his lips. "But I would prefer it to be in person."

[ohcroculus]

❝ Be My Baby ❞ ── Tobias E. Rogers.

pairings; ticci toby x fem!reader

wc: 3.0k

warnings/notes; my own headcanons , reader is teacher in elementary school , this is mostly reader-centered (a way i like to narrate and that i will explain briefly: creepypastas are people alien to the protagonist. therefore, the protagonist will go through life without knowing about the creepypasta until it is too late. most likely, my stories that have functional people -meaning people who work, study or have their normal life- as 'readers' will be of this kind of readings at least in certain cases) , mentions of killing and more. probably some mispelling mistakes.

The recent winter schedule change had applied to your work. As a teacher, it was clear that children would have more difficulty getting up, more trouble responding and that didn't qualify well for your classroom which, despite having children who were very quiet and involved, their parents also had a bad sleep schedule. Especially now.

You liked winter since you were little, maybe because of jumping in puddles of water on streets that had potholes or because you liked being at home by the stove while watching your favorite movies. Now, as an adult, it was a problem.

Your car was still at the mechanic after problems you'd been ignoring for months, but you'd always been someone who ignored those little details.

"It'll be running soon. It just needs a little bump to shake it out” was your way of excusing the roar of the engine that tried to listen to you until one exam morning when it wouldn't start anymore. Your students of course were thrilled.

Now walking in the rain with your umbrella in hand, your backpack on your back and your bag of school supplies in the other hand, you felt that your life was not so bad. The pay was good at school –probably because it was a town with few people– and the children's parents or grandparents were also very polite and understanding of your problems.

In a town where everyone knew each other, it was nice to know that you were already identified as 'Miss' at parent center meetings or neighborhood meetings. Proud of the title that hung in your home, of course. Oh, you had to pay the electric bill this week. A little reminder.

You adjusted your jacket a bit as you kept walking and among the thousands of job postings on the pole, you noticed a recent ad. The rain hadn't yet undone the paper and you slowed your journey to read.

“MISSING PERSON: KATHERINE WOODS. 10 years old.”

Your heart squeezed as you read the description. She was from a couple of towns over, missing after the murder of her parents. You remembered the case, you'd seen it on the news that morning it happened on Channel 5. The bodies were found with their throats slit in their beds, bound and gagged.

It reminded you of a movie that came out a few years ago. Sinister.

A small emptiness remained in your chest thinking about the crimes. Of course that happened in the country, but in small towns? Where everyone knew each other? It was terrible to know that a person came out of nowhere to slaughter people for… fun, in your view. There is no reason to kill innocents. No reason to leave children without their families.

Moving forward, you just wished the poor child would rest in peace. The information was already a week old and you were sure that, with pain in your heart, she was no longer in the world of the living.

���Ah, Miss!” a car passed by you and almost threw water on you, but as they slowed down it was a pleasant distance away to not get you wet. You turned and were surprised to see the father of one of your students and smiled at him, nodding.

“Good morning, Mr. Elias.”

“Would you like a ride?” he asked and for a few seconds you hesitated, but as the rain was slowing down in intensity, you denied. He worked on the outskirts of town and you'd rather he arrive on time. Walking wouldn't take you too long.

“Oh, thank you very much for the offer, but I'm fine. I'll walk,” you smiled at him and he politely insisted.

“Are you sure? It's no problem at all.”

“I'm fine, thank you very much. Have a good day at work.” you nodded and he said goodbye softly, smiling.

His son Thomas was a good boy, just like his father. Humble and caring. He had a good teaching. You still felt sorry for the death of his wife years ago, who sadly committed suicide in the forest.

You turned your head to the opposite side of the street where a few meters away you could see the fences surrounding the immense green place and sighed, thoughtfully.

Death is so close to everyone.

“Tch— t–that bastard–” you heard a little rustle a few steps away from you and as you turned to look ahead, you were surprised to see a boy hunched over. Bah, boy was being very nice, he was a man about your age. In his thirties. Your heart squeezed at the sight of him alone, sitting in the middle of the street and for a few seconds you even thought you recognized him as someone from around, but no.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” you asked from a safe distance. If he was a bum, you'd rather chose he didn't hit you or insult you, but he did neither. Instead, he bopped his head gently, but repeatedly and you took a step closer. “It's raining.” you reported, as if it were a surprise to someone who was completely wet. “You'll get sick if you don't go home.”

He didn't answer you and you didn't want to sit next to him, but the usual instinct of concern –which had been pedagogically formed in you– was stronger and you moved closer, making a small sound before touching his shoulder.

You had already had your share of different children in classrooms and from the way he acted it didn't seem to be a panic attack or something that could be life–threatening, but something of his own. Soft sounds before a physical touch were the ideal thing to avoid sudden movements or aggressive attitude.

“Hey.” you smiled at him and when he turned to look at you you kept the smile, though his face showed nowhere near the kindness you offered.

His hair was wet even underneath the cap of his jacket and he was wearing a black mask that covered his mouth and nose, so you could only see his eyes. They were brown, with a dull tone that made you question whether you should really talk to him. But leaving someone in the rain wasn't very kind and the weight of conscience would come to you later, thinking about what you could have done to help him. “What's your name?”

He blinked repeatedly and stuttered before speaking. “T–t... Tobias.”

“It's nice to meet you, Tobias. What are you doing in the rain?” you asked patiently, squatting down beside him, but he didn't move away, though he didn't move closer either.

“P-problems… with… m–my teammates...” he stammered, looking down at his hands. They looked a little purple, and you became concerned, though you didn't say so explicitly.

“I see,” you nodded and held out the umbrella so it would protect both of you. “Well… it wouldn't be good for you to stay here all morning, would it?” your voice was soft and gentle, the same one you delivered to your colleagues in the morning.

“Y–you don't care. Nobody gives a f–fuck ab–buh–bout what I do” he spat with annoyance and you were quick to correct.

“But you do care, don't you?” you cocked your head to the side, maintaining your smile. “You're here alone for a reason. You wanted time to think and you got caught up in the rain, or am I wrong?”

He snorted, but didn't deny your words and in a kindly way, you extended your umbrella towards him.

“And I care too… because everyone in this town must come home dry. There is always someone waiting for us. Like loved ones or just friendships… don't you think?” his eyes connected with yours and for a moment, he stood looking at you and you could better appreciate his face.

“There's no one for me.” he admitted hoarsely.

“Someday there will be. And it will be worth every second you fought with your coworkers.” you laughed softly and he shook his shoulders. Not a chuckle, but something close to one. “Go on home. Have a good day, Tobias.” you smiled at him as you stood up. The rain was softer now.

For a few seconds he just sat there, watching you leave. You could have sworn he smelled the umbrella, but you chose to ignore it. You always ignored some small details.

…

“All right, then— can you tell me how we feedback today's class?” you smiled at your students and at least three hands shot upward. Almost a month had passed since that rainy day and honestly, everything felt quiet. You didn't run into Tobias again and after talking to people around, you knew there was no Tobias in town, but maybe he was just passing through.

Maybe he was working in the electrical area and stayed at the inn in town. Since the winter started, the electrical problems were getting worse and worse. Short-lived blackouts, lights flickering in certain parts of town. It wasn't beyond belief.

You wrote down a couple of words on the blackboard. Key concepts that the kids copied into their notebooks before they started packing up their things.

“Remember that next week we have a formative activity. Form work groups of no more than four,” you reminded them, sitting down at your desk to begin planning next Monday's classes. Before they could speak to you, you anticipated, “And no, I will not accept groups of five.”

You heard some groans and laughed as you typed on your computer.

“Goodbye, Miss. Have a good afternoon!” ”Bye, Miss.” “Take care!” the goodbyes from the students were not long in coming and after a while, it was just you in the room.

Tap, tap.

You looked up out of inertia to turn to the window, but there was nothing there. It wasn't the first time it had happened, for a few weeks things had felt strange.

It's not that you didn't believe in the paranormal, but it was the first time something had happened to you since you were about twelve years old, maybe it was just the winter changes affecting your sleep and with it, your day.

You picked everything up once you were done, went to the teacher's cafeteria and noticed that it had started to rain again. Drops were falling and sliding down the windows. Maybe that's what you heard earlier. A short drizzle.

“Mhm…” you hummed a song you had heard on the morning radio on your way home as you put away the day's and tomorrow's material. You counted the copies, sighing to yourself.

“Job of four…that would be…so many copies…” you tried to remember, closing your locker and grabbing your backpack. Tomorrow morning you would arrive early to finish organizing it.

Walking at the entrance you politely said goodbye to the janitors who did the same and started walking with your cap on tightly to avoid getting your hair wet.

“Ah, teacher, this way!” in the parking lot of the school you noticed Thomas, raising his hand as his father arranged his scarf, his back to you, but soon Elias turned to see you and smiled sweetly.

“Would you like me to take you this time?” he asked and at the worsening rain, you sighed.

“If it's not too much trouble.” you scratched your cheek somewhat embarrassed, but Thomas was quick to get excited and reach over to take your hand, pulling you with him into the van excitedly.

The ride was uneventful. Thomas was telling his father about the day's homework, about playing with his classmates and more. You watched out the window as father and son had a pleasant conversation in which you preferred not to interject.

Maybe it was your idea as you passed by looking through the woods, but you swore you saw a figure with an axe that dissolved with the droplets fogging the car window.

“Miss, my father wants—” Thomas was interrupted by a loud cough and you turned quickly.

“Mhm?” you nodded, waiting for him to continue and Elias turned onto one of the streets, coming around the block to your place, braking in front of your house.

“I had thought of… inviting you to dinner one of these days?” he smiled shyly, looking to the side.

Your heart skipped a beat at the words, for you hadn't expected them. You knew it had been a while since his wife's death and you didn't want to intrude on a family, but from the look both males gave you, you felt welcome.

“I'll think about it.” you nodded after a few seconds. It wasn't to play hard to get, but rather to be able to, and it's worth the redundancy, think it over.

“Ah, of course. I hope that– the answer is yes, anyway, Miss.” Elias nodded as you got out of the van and smiled at them both.

“Thank you very much. Have a good afternoon. Don't forget your work for next week, Thomas.” you reminded the little boy who nodded.

As the van drove off, a slight but still present headache came to you and you hissed, holding your backpack better to enter your home. The door took a while –it always got stuck somehow– but soon gave way and you stepped inside. You took off your jacket, set your backpack on the couch and got ready to make some hot coffee. Anything to take the chill off your hands.

You tried not to dwell on the issue regarding the Williams' family and instead, got ready to watch TV, changing clothes to something more comfortable with a blanket on your intertwined legs.

Channel 5 promptly started up about another child disappearance which made you sigh nervously and clutch your mug tighter. In a family of five, all dead in some way. There was already starting to be talk of a serial killer a few days earlier. Your classmate, a philosophy professor discussed it in the cafeteria with other colleagues.

“He just goes after families and takes children. God knows what will happen to those poor souls.”

And she was right, which left you with even more anxiety.

You took another sip of coffee as the news moved on and so did the time. The lights flickered a little before your home suddenly went dark. You saw the time on your cell phone on the side and noticed it was almost nine o'clock at night.

There was no noise on the streets beyond the rain, so you calmly texted a co-worker.

“Is the power out at your house?” message sent at 20:43 PM.

“Not here. Did you pay the bill?” message sent at 20:44 PM.

“Yes. I paid it at the beginning of the month.” message sent at 20:44 PM.

“Maybe it's just a sector. It will be back soon.” message sent at 20:46 PM.

You were about to send another message when you heard a glass break from the second floor.

You stood still for a few seconds. Even the slightest noise was pertinent now and the rain was on the back burner.

“Someone broke into my house. Call the police.” message sent at 20:49 PM.

It wasn't a bird. You knew it wasn't. That force was from an elbow breaking glass. You knew because you once had to break the one in your car to get in again.

There was someone. Oh, god, there was someone rummaging through your things and your heart began to race. You stood up, setting the cup down slowly and carefully on the table in front of you, hands shaking.

“I–I'm not a good… s–singer…” the voice made your hair stand on end because you immediately recognized it. A month had passed, but it was impossible not to remember that voice. That stutter. “B–but I thought that… f–f–for a first date… it's ideal–to bring… m–music…”

The wood of the stairs creaked and with silent steps, you walked to the table, hiding underneath.

“And for those in love… this is a song by Anonymous for… a very special woman he met on a rainy day like this. We're moving on to Be My Baby by The Ronettes!"

The music gave you goosebumps and an instinct to gag was immediate as your body trembled to keep from crying.

“I uh, p–picked it for you…do you like it?” he kept moving forward and you heard his soft footsteps. “Be my… be my baby…” he sang in unison with the chorus. “I heard that… you put it on your-f-f-first day of school… to put the k–kids at ease…”

You couldn't even speak as you begged God to please don't die. That he would go away. That this was just a nightmare.

“Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you”

The music dropped a little as you heard him a few steps away from you and heard your phone vibrate on the couch.

“Fuck” your lips quivered as you raised your head in despair.

“My girlfriend and I... are b–buh...busy.” he spoke after answering, dropping the phone on the floor and you saw the glow of the electronic go out as his axe split it in two.

It was him. In the woods on your way back. Another wave of fear invaded your body.

“Come out, p–please… my boss doesn't give me… m–muh–much time off…” he muttered, still walking until he settled on the table and you heard him sigh. “I–I brought your… umb–brella…”

He was about to turn around when the lights came on again and you heard him give a light chuckle.

“You were waiting for me with a s–surprise…?”

The television in the morning was turned on as usual.

HORROR IN WILLOW CREEK: MAN FOUND DEAD, SON AND TEACHER MISSING

Willow Creek, February 12th, 2014.

A gruesome crime has shaken the quiet town of Willow Creek after Elias Williams, 36, was found brutally murdered in his home Sunday night. His death, described by authorities as “cruel and violent,” has only deepened the mystery surrounding the disappearance of his son, Thomas Williams, 9, and the boy’s teacher that we don’t have enough information about besides her age, 31.

According to investigators, Elias and Thomas were last seen Friday afternoon when they dropped Thomas’ teacher off at her home during a heavy rainstorm. When police searched her house, the only thing left behind was an open umbrella near the principal door with blood that, according to authorities, was from Mr. Williams.

Sheriff Mark Grayson has called the case "deeply disturbing" and urged anyone with information to come forward.

[thesummerestsolstice]

My favorite Gil-Galads, and some headcanons for them:

Celebrian Gil-Galad:

This is a tragically rare take

Genderfluid just like his mother

Look he's beauty he's grace and she's a butch lady you're getting the complete package here

Takes a lot after Galadriel actually, an absolute badass who gets things done and takes no shit from the quirky evil miniboss squad that calls itself the Noldor court

Born in the late First Age, got the kingship because Galadriel was AWOL (single-handedly ripping through Morgoth's armies)

"Gil-Galad died at the end of the Second Age" you are in fact wrong she just retired to go live in Rivendell with her eldritch half-elf

Cel-Galad and Elrond have the absolute best love story I do not take criticism

No but the devotion

Yes it still took them several thousand years to confess their feelings for each other

And then they got married like a century later because they'd basically already been living as a couple for millennia

Some Random Guy who Looks a Little Bit Like Fingon Gil-Galad:

Look there was a lack of legitimate claimants to the Noldor throne and Gil-Galad looked enough like Fingon to get the kingship

By the end of the First Age everyone knows he's not actually part of the House of Finwe but he's done such a good job that they decide to keep him as king anyway

Doesn't know his actual parents (two random Noldor who died in the Nirnaeth) and was raised entirely by Cirdan

He's a free-spirited mariner at heart, forced by a strong sense of responsibility into accepting a throne that regularly makes him want to tear his hair out

He's kind of a tragic figure, someone who grew up too fast; he and Elrond bond over this

Eventually he gets to enjoy a life of peace and seafaring in Valinor

He probably becomes good friends with Earendil; Earendil lets him on the magical flying boat and Gil-Galad tells him about Elrond

When I make a post about Gil-Galad, I'm talking about one of these guys. Feel free to share your favorite Gil-Galads in the tags, I love all the different takes on who he is and where he's from :)

[warning-heckboop]

I really love your changeling dev au 🤌✨️, i was thinking does this make dev the youngest in fairy world ? then that means there is a fairy who accidently had a baby but beacuse of da rules, it cause them to give it to dale as a gift? Im sorry don't know how the gifting works 😅

Okay, first off. Apologies for the late reply. Writing the fic on top of work and other plans took a lot out of me.

On to the actual question! To be honest, I hadn't actually thought too much about Dev's origins regarding who his actual fairy parent(s) would be. So let's brainstorm now, shall we? I'll be putting this under read more, because it got kind of long :')

Full disclosure, I never watched the entirety of the original FOP, especially after Poof/Peri was born, so I don't have a full grasp on the canon lore. I know before Peri, fairy babies were against the rules for thousands and thousands of years, but I guess I kind of assumed that after the dam was broken, they just kind of let fairies have babies whenever they wanted again--especially considering there's a "fairy shortage" in the later episodes (that's my understanding, at least, from what I've read. Again, I've never watched the later episodes, especially not the really later ones with Chloe). Even if this wasn't necessarily canon, I consider it canon in my head, especially since I like seeing people's OCs who are younger fairies born after Peri! Just gives more possibility for world building, I guess.

Regardless of the above, however, I think I'm leaning towards going more the route of Dev being an especially unique case. As I mentioned in my previous posts, Dev was given to Dale as a sort of compensation for Dale's lost childhood, where a fairy could have intervened and helped him escape Vicky's wrath, but he was just somehow overlooked. As I mentioned as well, I see this as a sort of cover-up that would have been handled very high-up in the fairy hierarchy, possibly by the Fairy Counsel themselves. Not only is giving a human a Changeling Baby an outdated and frowned upon practice that they want to limit the number of fairies knowing about, but I also think they'd just want to hide the fact that they so largely failed Dale (and the other children who worked with him) to begin with. They can't let the populous know that their all-powerful and all-knowing leaders screwed up like that, so instead they'd rather just pay off those affected in secret, and pretend like it never happened.

(Does this imply that there might be more changeling kiddos out there that were given to the other kids who suffered under Vicky alongside Dale? Maybe. I'm probably not going to ever expand upon that myself, but if that piques anyone's interest, feel free to build on it yourself!)

Based on this line of thought, I don't see this as a scenario where Dev was born first and then they decided to give him to Dale afterwards. I think Dev would have been created specifically for Dale. We've seen that fairies can reproduce like humans do through birth, obviously, but since they are magical creatures, who's to say there aren't other methods of creating more of their kind?

A fairy's human form appearance isn't completely detached from their natural form appearance (based on my own headcanons which are based on those created by @bunnieswithknives, who originated the 'natural form' concept I'm using in this au, for context), so in this case, in order to create a child that the world and probably even Dale would truly believe is his own flesh and blood, they'd have to create a fairy who would have traits that resemble Dale's. Maybe it was even a process of using magic combined with something of Dale's, like a lock of hair or something like that, to create a fairy child that to some extent really is related to Dale, although less in a "biological child" sort of way and more in a "slightly-modified-by-magic clone" sort of way.

I guess that's all just a really long-winded way to say: I don't think Dev has fairy parents! He's just a product of magic, and the closest thing he'll ever really have to a technical parent would, in fact, be Dale. I hope that's not a disappointing answer, haha.

[hyperfixatedbastard]

Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

Taglist: @little-miss-chaoss @fakeguysarehot @3sire-777

[another-lost-mc]

(Fallen) Angels Round Table Discussion: Fashion

Featuring: A mixed bag of canon and OC angels and some of their fallen brethren.

"So, honest question - who comes up with these outfit designs?"

GABRIEL: Most angels meet with someone from the tailoring guild and they can request what sorts of clothing they'd like.

SERAPHIEL: Clothing is also a popular gift for angels that pass their ascension trials.

"Does hierarchy or rank have anything to do with the types of clothes angels are allowed to wear?"

SIMEON: Not really. It mostly boils down to preference. Certain styles are more practical than others too. For example, most of the warriors choose not to wear robes on a daily basis. I only wear mine for very special occasions.

METATRON: Michael and Lucifer couldn't be more different style-wise and they were both Seraphs.

MICHAEL: I designed a new outfit for Lucifer that was a little bit more...relaxed...but he wouldn't wear it. Asmodeus even helped with it.

LUCIFER: That’s exactly why I refused. You show enough skin for both of us.

"Now that you mention it, is there a practical reason for designing tight clothes with, um, decorative cut-outs?"

RAPHAEL: It helps us stay cool and prevent heat sickness during our hottest season.

HABUHIAH: Loose clothing isn't comfortable to wear underneath armor.

RAPHAEL: I don't think that's much of a concern anymore.

HABUHIAH: You have more faith than I do when it comes to certain demons.

BELIAL: Are you still upset about our little scuffle in the human world? It's been nearly five-thousand years.

URIEL: You mean the pointless war that you started?

BELIAL: It was actually very profitable.

URIEL: You're the worst.

GABRIEL: Shh, darling. Just pretend he's not here.

BELIAL: That's not very nice, Gabe. You haven't missed me even a teeny-tiny bit?

HABUHIAH: You can't be serious.

METATRON: If we have time later, I'd love to talk to you about your involvement in that skirmish. The official records we have aren't very detailed.

BELIAL: Say no more! I'd be delighted to stay as long as necessary and—

GABRIEL: Absolutely not.

"So, back to the whole why angelic clothing is so revealing thing...?”

SERAPHIEL: Right. Well, from a utility point of view, form-fitted clothes usually work best because you still want to be able to move your body freely without any restrictions. Wearing something flimsy like a cloak is a potential disaster too, at least if you're in a fight.

RAPHAEL: Michael learned that the hard way.

URIEL: The younglings were in the garden and got a firsthand demonstration about combat safety so at least something good came from it.

MICHAEL: You set your cloak on fire by accident one time and your friends never let you forget it.

RAPHAEL: That was an accident? I thought you did it on purpose to get out of training that day.

SIMEON: The point is, a lot of those considerations aren't as important as they used to be. Now we simply wear what we like.

AZRA: Are we going to gloss over the other very important reason? That some of us just wanted to look good?

LUCIFER: Riveting input from our resident incubus.

HABUHIAH: What's that gesture Azazel is making with his hand?

SERAPHIEL: I'm not sure, but judging by Lucifer's expression it's probably not nice.

MICHAEL: Their demonic forms are much more impressive than the photos I've seen on Devilgram.

RAPHAEL: Should we try to stop them?

SIMEON: It's more entertaining if we don't.

METATRON: But I don't want anyone to get hurt.

URIEL: Wait, why is Belial fighting now too?

SERAPHIEL: He's upset that his suit got scorched when one of their wayward spells hit him by accident.

GABRIEL: I hope you're pleased with yourself since this was all your idea, Michael. But I have to admit, I expected much worse.

MICHAEL: See, I told you not to worry. It's just like old times!

A/N: Here's something silly that helped distract me from real life stuff that's kept me busy lately. This vaguely incorporates some Celestial Realm headcanons/worldbuilding, and to be honest, I just wanted to throw these characters into a room and see what happened. (Chaos. Chaos happened.)

[stonathandreamer]

Married!Stonathan with a daughter headcanons to brighten your day ✨

🔸 Stonathan Masterlist

🔹 ⏪ Part 3 | Part 5 ⏩

A/N: I've been thinking about Steve and Jonathan having a kid a lot lately! Also, might've turned this into a semi-fanfic, but I don't care!

✨ First of all, I want to tell you that I headcanon Jonathan as being a photojournalist (because that's his dream job and I want my baby boy to be HAPPY!) and Steve... Well, I imagine him as a police officer (maybe because of the fact that Joe Keery played a cop in the 5th Season of Fargo, but it also opens the possibility of imagining Steve working with Father-in-law!Hopper!);

✨ Their daughter's name is Elizabeth Harrington-Byers, but they call her Lizzie or Liz (because I love the name "Elizabeth," and it's definitely a name Steve and Jonathan would pick);

✨ They only call her "Elizabeth" when they're mad at her (which is practically never);

✨ Steve tries teaching her how to say his name as her first word (because "daddy" could be either of them), so Jonathan tries teaching her his name;

✨ Joyce watches over her when they're at work. Steve and Jonathan (mostly Jonathan) call her every hour or so to check on Lizzie;

✨ Jonathan takes thousands of pictures of Lizzie and proudly shows them to his friends at work;

✨ Robin proudly take on the role of the "cool aunt";

— Robin: [Holding Elizabeth and pointing at Steve] Say "dingus", Lizzie!

— Steve: [Taking Elizabeth from Robin's arms] Don't come near my daughter ever again, Robin.

✨ One time, Elizabeth babbled something that sounded eerily similar to "mama," and it sent Steve and Jonathan into a spiral of panic;

— Steve: Did she just say "mama"?!

— Jonathan: No, no, no, no! It’s just baby talk... Probably.

✨ Her first word was, obviously, "daddy," though it's unclear which daddy she was referring to and that is topic of discussion still;

✨ Thanks to Steve's lack of a baby filter, Elizabeth knows a couple of bad words;

— Joyce: [Calling Jonathan] Your daughter just said "shit." You, Steve, and I are going to have a talk later...

— Jonathan: But, mom! It's Steve's fault...!

✨ Uncle!Will has a special nickname for his niece - Lilibet - and no one else is allowed to use it, not even Mike;

✨ They often get confused whenever Elizabeth calls dad because they don't know which one she's calling;

— Elizabeth: Dad!

— Jonathan: Yeah, sweetie?

— Elizabeth: No, Dad Steve!

✨ Elizabeth, in turn, gets confused when Steve and Jonathan call themselves "dad;"

— Steve: Okay, Lizzie, dad's going to work now, and your other dad's staying here with you.

— Elizabeth: Which one?

— Steve: Me.

— Elizabeth: So... You're staying home with me?

— Jonathan: [Sighs] No, sweetheart, I'm staying home with you.

✨ These are life long confusions, by the way;

✨ Uncle Will and Uncle Mike, who are a comic book illustrator and a writer, respectively, make several special comics for their niece;

✨ Elizabeth calls every member of the Party "Uncle" or "Aunt" much to El, Will and Mike's (her real uncles and aunt) annoyance;

✨ The party definitely teaches her how to play D&D - they haven't played that game in years, so they're a little rusty;

✨ As his daughter gets older, Jonathan starts to worry if she'll stop seeing them as her parents because they're not biologically related, or if she'll start asking for a mom;

✨ They're terribly concerned if she'll suffer bullying when Elizabeth starts at school;

✨ Jonathan is a bit more overprotective than Steve, and also a bit more strict too (but just a tiny bit);

✨ But he also has a huge soft spot for her. All Elizabeth needs is a "puppy eyes" stare, and Daddy Jonathan will do anything she wants;

✨ One time, Elizabeth got into a fight at school because some students were making fun of her for having two dads, and Lizzie, being Jonathan Byers' daughter, kicked their asses.

— Steve: Ha! She has your fighting prowess, Jon!

— Jonathan: Don't encourage her, Steve.

— Steve: Oh, come on, she was just defending our honor!

— Jonathan: [Sighing] Alright, fine... It was kinda cool.

✨ They freaked out a little bit (actually, a lot) when their daughter had her first period;

— Steve: [Holding two different brands of pads at the pharmacy] What's the difference between this one and this one?

— Jonathan: Uh... This one is regular and this one is ultra-thin.

— Steve: Ok... So what's the difference?

— Jonathan: [Sighs] We should've called my mom... Or Robin... Or any woman...

— Steve: We're taking both!

✨ Jonathan teaches her photography and even buys her a Polaroid camera for her birthday;

✨ Steve teaches her basketball, but Elizabeth's favorite sport is soccer. They watch soccer matches together, and Steve lets her curse freely, much to Jonathan's chagrin;

✨ They enjoy torturing Elizabeth's boyfriends. After all, a boyfriend's worst nightmare is meeting his girlfriend's dad, and Elizabeth happens to have two, so double the nightmare;

✨ It's Jonathan who teaches her how to drive because, and I quote, "your dad Steve drives like a cop chasing robbers";

✨ They love embarrassing her with stories of when they were younger;

— Steve: Hey, Liz, have I ever told you how I fell in love with your dad?

— Elizabeth: Ugh. Not again...

— Steve: He kicked my ass in high school! That's when I realized, "This is the man I want to marry!"

— Jonathan: And did you know your dad used to work at an ice cream parlor called "Scoops Ahoy"? Steve, go grab the photo album, show her the pictures I took of you wearing that cute sailor uniform!

— Elizabeth: Please, no!

✨ Elizabeth would never do even half of the stupid things Steve and Jonathan did when they were teenagers. Still, they worry she might do something dumb;

— Jonathan: But Liz is such a good kid...

— Steve: Yeah, but she's also our daughter!

— Jonathan: ... Fair point.

✨ When Elizabeth turns into a teenager, Steve realises his dream of having "six little nuggets" would be a nightmare, so they decide to stick with just one kid... For now.

[wildehacked]

character ask time: Shannon 💙 3, 10, 12, 20, 29? Thank you!

3. A song that reminds me of them

I have a whole playlist for her!!! 4 hours and 36 minutes of songs that remind me of shannon!!!! anyway, fetch the bolt cutters.

(I grew up in the shoes they told me I could fill Shoes that were not made for running up that hill And I need to run up that hill I need to run up that hill, I will, I will, I will, I will, I will

Fetch the bolt cutters, I've been in here too long Fetch the bolt cutters, whatever happens, whatever happens Fetch the bolt cutters, I've been in here too long Fetch the bolt cutters, whatever happens, whatever happens)

10. Describe the character in one sentence

I'm gonna cheat here, and say a picture's worth a thousand words. This is Shannon:

(Trapped by Beth Cavener)

12. Sexuality hc!

I think she's probably like a Kinsey 1. There's some women she would be attracted to and could totally fall for, but she's attracted to more men than women, and it doesn't happen often enough for her to, like, really notice, given the prevailing culture of heterosexism she/we live in.

20. A weird headcanon

I firmly believe Kim is her biological sibling. Otherwise....what the fuck? No, no, look, okay, we know nothing about Shannon's backstory before middle school. But I've decided that her dad left when she was little which is why he's never mentioned. And her dad was this guy named Daryl Wallig, and was married in California with two kids in the late eighties, a boy and a girl (Kimberly,) and then he lost it and left them without a word for a year or two before eventually coming back and begging his wife's forgiveness, which she granted because it was like 1994 and it was rough to be divorced, and meanwhile he never told anybody about Janet and Shannon who he left in Texas. Just a serial family abandoner. Anyway the real headcanon is that Shannon didn't know about Kim, but she DID think about how she abandoned her kid just like her dad abandoned her, and it made her sick to her stomach and feel this like dreadful knot of generational grief and guilt in her throat, and that's why she wrote Chris that letter. Because she never got a letter from her dad.

29. How do you think they would be as a parent? (and if they are a parent, how do you think they would be if they weren't?)

just realized I don't know how to read and mis-answered this when I answered for eddie, OOPS I think Shannon would have been a lot happier if she'd been allowed to have a young adulthood—if she'd been able to get some real independence, and a chance to experiment and play and prioritize herself and what made her happy. I think the circumstances around her pregnancy, Chris's birth, her marriage, and Chris's medical needs were incredibly traumatic for her, even though she genuinely deeply loved Chris, and I think could have been a good mom to him if she'd lived. But if she showed up in s2 and she'd never had a baby, I think she would be a much happier and well-adjusted person. I also think that if someone offered Shannon in s2 the chance to time travel back and do it over again, she would never ever make a choice that would mean Christopher wouldn't exist. (She WOULD be tempted to go back and do it all over again but Right This Time, which would also be a collossal mistake, but once Chris existed she would always choose the reality with Chris in it over the one without.)

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Okay, since we're sharing trans headcanons lately, hear me out: transmasc Rafal.

It's already established that he was frustrated with the body he was born into, feeling like it couldn't do everything he wanted. He wasn't strong enough to compete or be safe amongst his siblings. Then he realised those weren't the only reasons he felt dissatisfied.

Nil was the first person to be kind to him, and use the name he'd chosen, and treat him as a brother (not that dragons in general seem to care about gender, but I get the impression that most of Xeno Sombron's brood would bully each other over anything). Nil's death was devastating, but he also presented an unexpected gift: pretend to be me, and keep on living as one of Sombron's sons instead of his daughters.

An additional struggle, trying to keep that secret from Nel as they grew older (she knew anyway, because she always knew Rafal wasn't Nil, so that didn't matter – this was still her brother, who she'd love and protect). Things grew easier once they were in the less toxic environment of Lythos, and I'm sure we can imagine helpful trans-your-gender magic potions that someone might be able to covertly get their hands on. The real prize, however, would be the ability to use a dragonstone, because if that lets you shapeshift into a completely different creature, why wouldn't it let you make subtler changes too?

Five hundred war crimes later, Rafal does indeed acquire a dragonstone, and heads over to another Elyos, resolved to be a brand new man in more ways than one. Good for him (except for the war crimes part, I guess).

So he's following the Divine Dragon around and killing the Divine Dragon's enemies, and they end up thrown a thousand years into the past. And run into a foe who looks...somewhat like this world's Alear, and somewhat like the one from Rafal's own world, but not quite the same as either. Long red hair, a rather impractical miniskirt, and an aura of blank misery.

She didn't figure things out as early as Rafal, since every shred of personality was crushed down by Sombron. It'll stay that way until she finds refuge in Lythos, and quietly mentions to Lumera that she might like to cut her hair, the way that young man wore it, from her strange encounter in the snowfields. The one who had a face similar to hers, but looked so much happier, surrounded by his friends and comfortable in his own skin.

Rafal looks from the woman in black, to the man in white, and thinks, “Hey, you too?” ...But probably never actually mentions it to Alear, because he sucks at personal conversations. Oh well.

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[apprenticestanheight]

Watch the World Burn- Mark Hoffman x fem! reader

all right! This account has been a little dry in terms of my ability to write and put out requests lately but that DOES have a reason--I'm dealing with some personal health concerns at the moment and I got a cold four days ago. Before that it was a combination of demotivation and studying nearly ten hours in a week to get my learners permit, but I do acknowledge I could've at least given writing a try in the midst of it all.

This was meant to be a fic but I realized part way through that I was writing it in the way that I tend to write headcanons, so thats what this came out as.

This fic was requested by the lovely @capan-deveraux2! If you're reading, I hope you like this one and I am SO SORRY about the delay!

Fic type- this is pretty fluffy!

Warnings- mentions of fire, this fic has been edited but the editing was somewhat a skim--I apologize for any grammatical mistakes as my thoughts can sometimes move faster than I can type! Also, this is my first ever mark centric fic so he might be a tad ooc (also haven't rewatched the saw films since I finished up with saw 3D last month so that could also contribute)

Mark is generally the type of person to be cool, level headed. He can admit that, on occasion, he's quicker to anger than most and his temper when angered is probably something worth working on, but when he's around you all of that kind of ceases to matter.

He keeps the cool natured, relaxed off-duty cop thing within himself as he goes about meeting your parents over dinner. He finds he likes their company well enough--your mother has retired and is happily living off a good pension, where your father has five years to go and talks excitedly about his and your mothers plan to move somewhere like Scotland when he's finally able to retire.

The only point where Mark lets the version of him that isn't the perfect gentleman slip is when your father gives him a compliment.

"I'm glad to see that my daughter has found someone so lovely," he says, and Mark has to give himself a second to process it because like...like...??

He's not a good person--being a disciple and apprentice of Jigsaw would inherently demerit such claims, wouldn't it? He acknowledges he's not good and that prompts his reaction.

"Well, not really," he says. "I mean--I would make a thousand mistakes if Y/N was put in harms way. I would do a thousand immoral things, I would watch the world burn, just to make sure she was okay in the end."

your parents have similar reactions to that

your mom is reaching across the table, taking your hands in hers and going "are you sure about him?" in the way that supportive, but concerned mothers usually do.

Your father is staring at Mark, mouth agape, and is thinking like:

well...that's...interesting.

In the end though, your mother speaks up for both of them.

"Good," she says. "It's good that our Y/N has found someone willing to do that much. You love her?"

"More than anything." Mark says, and the both of you know that he means it.

"And you love...him?" Your father asks.

You nod, because you do. You love him wholeheartedly, truly, and you would watch the world burn if it meant he emerged from the embers.

Your parents find themselves assured--albeit a little unsettled by the way in which such knowledge came about--by the knowledge that he loves you deeply and that you have found someone you can love just as much, and the dinner resumes as it had been before, laughter and joy enveloping the dining room.

[lollytea]

Just want to bring up a question about the Grom curse thing, this implies that a curse can be made by can be made per se by strong emotions. This also may have given Belos the idea of "the dangers of wild magic" he could've conveniently corrupted people who posed a great threat to him. just a thought

Oooooh!!

I'm hesitant to call Grometheus' fate a curse because I can't say for certain if that's what it is. TOH is kinda vague about how curses in this universe work or what defines them.

It's never clarified if Belos' problem is technically a curse like he claims or just some stupid shit he did to himself, without considering the possibility that the glyph/palisman magic might be uncooperative with his (at the time) human body.

I don't imagine that what Grometheus endured was a traditional curse like Eda but rather, something more similar to Darius (and maybe Belos a bit too)

Alright so, this is just a headcanon but I've always figured that this talent Darius has for shifting his whole body, flesh, bones and all, into goo mode wouldn't be like. Standard abomination magic stuff. This track is the study of controlling goo, not becoming goo. So, the stuff he's pulling off here is near impossible for any normal witch.

So, in my opinion, Darius is simply not normal. He was born with a capacity for magic that is far beyond that of a normal witch and equates to being extremely powerful. Anyway his mastery over abominations became so natural to him, as simple as breathing that his physical body went through an innate "transfusion" of sorts where he basically became one with his magic.

Cases like these are very rare and usually only crop up if a witch has bonded their soul to one specific area of magic. So if goo is what's making Darius' bile sac overheat, goo is what he's gonna be.

So, for example, another born powerful witch like Eda, who is a jack of all trades, wouldn't have developed something like this (even if her curse hadn't hindered her.) because there's too many spells and techniques being practised but no outright obsession that is being mastered enough to completely dilute her bloodstream.

Well, possibly. It's unknown if a witch can achieve this form with mixed magic. The condition is rare enough that not a lot of data has been collected yet.

Giuls and me have been exploring the same idea with Willow

(There's a lot more in-depth biological details about how this whole thing works but Giuls will probably talk more about all that at some point)

Anyway!! Grometheus!!

So, what I imagine is that Darius is an example of a successful fusion between physical form and magic, while Grometheus was an example of the same thing Gone Terribly Wrong.

See, in Darius' case, he managed to achieve a perfect union between his own sense of identity and the magic that had become part of him.

But in Grometheus' case, that did not happen.

They began as person who collected the essence of others for their research. They hoarded fears inside their own mind for years and years, maybe even decades. That's thousands and thousands of souls that they stole those fears from.

That's far too much for a normal witch to handle. But Grometheus was not a normal witch. They were powerful enough to endure it. Or at least they thought.

It was too much. Far too much. It was like deathly bacteria damaging everything inside of you. A slow and steady rot. Think food that's gone bad that's been there for months. That was the magic inside of Grometheus.

I dont imagine that this corruption was directly caused by Grometheus' negative emotions. But rather, those emotions weakened their resistance to the swarming fear that was consuming them. Maybe if they had been stronger or happier or had people around who reminded them why they were alive, they could have realized what was happening before it was too late.

There still would have been long lasting damages. But they may have been able to find the balance between themself and the magic and kept their identity intact.

But soon enough, the fear ate away at everything else that remained of Grometheus. They lost who they were. They didn't know who they had ever been.

They were no longer a witch who collected fears. They were simply the vessel for fear itself.

It's a little unclear what this ask means but I don't imagine that Belos was the one who corrupted Grometheus, if that's what it's implying. Although yes, he probably would have used this case as effective propaganda.

At the time of Grometheus' corruption, this concept of physical form and magic fusion was unheard of. No cases had been documented yet. So Belos could conveniently twist it as an example of the dangers of wild magic.

However, as times changed and studies continued, this condition became more well known in the Healing Coven as a perfectly natural (if rare) biological evolution.

Sadly, it had not yet been theorized that Grometheus' case was anything other than a reckless use of wild magic, rather than a condition that wound up destroying them because nobody knew enough to help.

The truth doesn't come to light until after their vessel was slain in the Hexside arena, but they were hardly still alive in there anyway. The truth is delivered by Gus Porter, who saw everything through their eyes during that one moment where he dissected them with his amplifier mirror.

So now, Gus has absorbed it all. The thousands upon thousands of fears all melted together into a sickening tarry contamination. Gus inherits everything that consumed Grometheus and now it resides in his own mind.

And that's where we currently stand and now the question hangs in the air. Can Gus achieve a successful physical and magical transfusion the way Darius did? Or is he in danger of losing himself to the rot?

[fascinatedhelix]

Decided to make a little introductory post to a very particular crossover AU (for ABZU, The Pathless, Journey (2012), and Sky: Children of the Light, to be specific) that @abhorrenttheorizer and I have made art for over on Discord. As there's a lot of ground to cover, I'm putting it under a read-more for courtesy.

Introduction

Welcome to Earth! Specifically, thousands if not millions of years in the future, after at least one cataclysm has claimed the lives of every human on the planet. But not to worry!

A little before the end of humanity arrived, two bird-like gods arrived on Earth, settling in the eastern and western hemispheres to establish their own followings.

Off to the East, we have the goddess affectionately nicknamed "Megabird," who landed on a mountain and began constructing her own unique ecosystem centering on light and flight, creating the Rythulians as her worshippers. (AT's more in charge of this portion; he's got a lot of interesting ideas about the "slugbirbs" as we like to call them.)

To the West, we have the goddess known to her own people as Mother Eagle. First, she got to work producing five eggs, which would hatch into their own unique gods and goddesses: Cernos, Sauro, Nimue, Basilla, and Kumo.

Basilla, the shark goddess*, was the one who crafted the people who would become their worshippers, taking remnants of humans and mixing them with seals and sharks to create the Basillan species (my specialty, based on my personal headcanons for the TGS games).

*(based on the Great White from ABZU being referenced in The Pathless and the mysterious stele that got edited out in an update)

The original Basillan kinda looked like this (these being the "humanoid" forms of the Tall Ones, Basilla included).

However, they wouldn't stay united for very long. Differences in religious views and lifestyle got heated, and eventually the mortals banished Basilla and her followers from their island home, with the Basillan cult setting up shop in an underwater territory a ways away from the Eagle's Island. Over time, the more land-focused followers of the Mother Eagle and the remaining four Tall Ones became the Vokara subspecies, and the more aquatic followers of Basilla alone became the Nanshen.

Here's a really old drawing of the differences!

(Did I forget to mention this AU has been in the works since 2021? Man my art's changed since then.)

Anyways, average Nanshen guy on the left, average Vokara guy on the right.

The Nanshen are more suited towards an aquatic lifestyle, with wider gill slits, darker skin due to heightened sun exposure, shorter and more compact body type, a flatter nose more suited for passing water to the gills, and longer barbels on the ears to allow for greater olfactory sensation underwater. (They're based off of the murals in the ABZU game, as well as probably unintentional environmental storytelling with how unnavigable the map would be without a lot of diving underwater; it only made sense to me that the lost civilization was probably amphibious.)

The Vokara have lived mostly in the mountains for generations, so they're more suited for terrestrial life, with a broader chest, smaller gills to focus on breathing air, lighter skin due to weather conditions providing less light, a more opened up nasal passage for ease of breathing, and smaller barbels due to less of a need for underwater sensory measures. (They're more based on the Hunter's appearance in The Pathless, given that she is way too gray to be a human. I know it's probably just to make her aracial like what they did in Homestuck, but I'm running with it damn it!)

(Anyways, here's a nicer comparison drawing from a little while later. Behold the specbio lesbian wedding!)

Fun Bits I Forgot to Organize

Tusks

Adult Basillans grow tusks like boars (based on the Godslayer's ascended model having these wicked tusks among his rows of fangs). They only really develop towards the latter portion of adolescence, around one's late teens to early 20s, and are regarded for the males as the sign that one has become a proper adult.

Of course, the downside is that these things are continuously growing and have to be trimmed every now and then in order to avoid poking oneself in the eye or scratching people with it.

The Vokara are especially finicky about covering their mouths for... not quite modesty reasons so much as baring one's scary teeth at another person is considered rude and aggressive. The Nanshen, living far more amphibiously and thus not really comfortable with more cloth than is comfortable underwater, don't care about that as much, though if you grimace at somebody they might kick you in the shins.

Barbels

A general rule I keep when designing out-of-water clothing for these guys is to cover the ears. In universe, it's because their barbels are very sensitive to differences in temperature and UV radiation out of the water, so it's deeply uncomfortable to have them uncovered for these guys. Out of universe, it's because The Hunter did something like this in her game, in addition to the ABZU people also covering most of their heads but not their chests for some reason (so probably not quite a modesty thing), and I decided to make up a silly specbio reason for it.

For some examples, here's a spread of different Nanshen city states and their different fashions:

History

The games are still canon here! But there's a little more to it.

The Nanshen had always been travellers, more keen to explore and establish their own territories far and wide. But after those dwelling in the Crown began messing with the Abzu, the life energy of the ocean itself, the ecosystem around the capitol collapsed and the population fled the area. Their former empire collapsed, and in its place, a number of different city states off the shore of their various old territories were established in its place.

Some time before, or maybe simultaneous to that, the Vokara had their own little collapse in the form of the Godslayer's rebellion. Many had read the writing on the wall and fled the Isle before he successfully slayed the gods and took control of the whole Island, leading to a number of villages and kingdoms being formed on the nearby continent, which would eventually spawn the Last Hunter, who would defeat the Godslayer.

There's more to it, but I think I'm approaching Tumblr's picture limit, and I've got more, sillier pictures from the AU. I'll add those later!

[stormdragon23]

Songs for Solo Leveling Ships Pt. 1

(Because I can guarantee I'm making another part)

Inspired by @manawari's post about ships and songs

Choibaek:

(I have an endless amount of songs for this ship, but we'll start with two here for now)

I promise it's not just because of the title- "You burnt that bridge A million times, a million tries You play with fire" I headcanon that Choi Jong-In is more open about his feelings than Baek Yoon-ho (though both still pine for each other without officially confessing). So every time Jong-In tries to get closer to Yoon-Ho, Yoon-Ho distances himself ("burns that bridge") because he's lost (or almost lost if we're being delusional here) Eun-Seok and Min Byung-Gyu and doesn't want to be close to anyone else only to lose them. "Every time we touch, my fingers burn I just want that love, don't leave me hurt " I can feel the rush when we ignite 'Cause every time we touch Every time we touch, I feel that fire"

Both of them don't want to get hurt yet can't deny that they have feelings for the other. I do like how the song is on the calmer side, which is how I see their love for each other, despite their arguing (it's probably a coping mechanism to be honest)

"You asked me how I feel, I say nothin' But lately colors seem so bright and the stars light up the night My feet they feel so light I'm ignoring all the signs I keep on frontin', yeah, I stay bluffin' I keep you wonderin', keep you huntin' for my lovin' But I crave us huggin', yeah, I stay stubborn Cause I can't admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em"

This song could be from either perspective though I personally see from Yoon-Ho's perspective, with Jong-In being able to read Yoon-Ho very well (as seen when Jong-In knew why Yoon-Ho came to the place where Sung Jin-Woo was retesting) while Yoon-Ho's in denial about liking Jong-In.

"I say "f**k you" while I'm thinking of you as my husband"

This line doesn't need an explanation. We all know it's their relationship in one sentence.

Heeseok:

Gotta have at least one Stray Kids song here (it's in English though, so it's okay)

"Got so many questions You seek information No need to be desperate"

Based on the brain rot I had with @manawari, this song is from Eun-seok's perspective. Park Hee-Jin's curious about Eun-Seok and the secrets he's hiding, despite not liking him, and Eun-Seok likes to tease her about it, making her dislike him even more.

"All that I want is you Even if I'm a fool Why do I fall for you? No turning back once we're connected"

Eun-Seok questions the feelings he has for Hee-Jin when he first realizes them, wondering why he likes her and why he wants to be with her. After spending a lot of time overthinking though, he eventually accepts his feelings for her.

Taenoru:

"Boy, you got me hooked onto something Who could say that they saw us coming?"

I see this song from Lim Tae-Gyu's perspective soon after he sparred with Hoshino Minoru during the Jeju arc. His feelings for Minoru probably came out of nowhere (like this ship). I don't think many people expected this ship to be a thing let alone the hunters.

"Spend a summer or a lifetime with me Let me take you to the place of your dreams"

This is mostly referring to their long-distance relationship since despite being in a relationship, they have their responsibilities in their respective guilds and are only able to see each other for part of the year. When they meet up though, that's when they're able to catch up on the things they weren't able to do while apart.

Sungpark:

"I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more"

This song could be from either perspective, but I imagine it from Park Kyung-Hye's, especially with how she was waiting for Sung Il-Hwan. If they had reunited before, I imagine her saying something very similar to these lines to her husband.

"Time stands still Beauty in all she is"

Basically, what happened when Kyung-Hye succumbed to Eternal Sleep. Years passed for her as the world moved on, including her husband being stuck in the gate.

Minlee:

This actually used to be one of my favorite songs a while ago, and I only rediscovered it recently

"Those nights when shadows start to fall And the angels don't answer your call I'll help you chase the dark out Until your doubts begin to fade And your heart sings like a serenade Don't have to be afraid Now"

This song could be from either perspective too, especially with how I imagine Min Byung-Gyu and Lee Ju-hee helping each other with their traumas. For these lines in particular, I imagine one of them comforting the other when something triggered their trauma.

"If lightning ever strikes If tears burn out your flame I'll be your burning light I'll hold your candle in the rain"

Another line referring to how I see the two reassuring each other that they're safe now and how they're there for them. A cute song for a cute ship