#last legacy headcannons

[industrialist-of-zaun]

(Regarding the Thematic Headcannons Post)

For Silco or Sevika!

Hc + 💉 regarding any medical conditions he / she may have other than his corrupted eye / her arm?

..or 👎 regarding shimmer / the state of Zaun which it is leaving behind.

(There is no need to answer either of these ideas!)

💉Medical Conditions

Due to the river toxins, he has extensive nerve damage on the left side of his face, which spans the length of his scarring and goes even deeper. Because of this, Silco has lost his sense of smell & taste due to the damage to his sinuses. His meals need to be carefully monitored with temperature (he uses his hand to gauge hotness) as not to burn his mouth and damage it further. He seeks texture instead of flavor because of this, and he saves the more flavorful dishes he can cook for Jinx (since she's still able to enjoy it).

He likes heavily spiced foods and anything that has heat or capsaicin in it; those foods tend to stimulate what little feeling he has left in his mouth in a pleasant way.

His medicinal shimmer buys him some time, but it only slows the spread of the toxins; it cannot cure them. Years of using shimmer have taken their toll on his body, resulting in poor blood circulation (causing ever-chilled fingers & feet) and plaguing him with mild seizures. These seizures are hidden from the public, but over time they will only worsen until they kill him.

👎Shimmer & the state of Zaun's destitute

Silco is aware of the effects Shimmer has on his people, but he views it as a necessary evil. The benefits outnumber the detriments; it brings in necessary resources to support the cause, as well as stimulates business within and outside of Zaun’s boarders. The medicinal benefits alone are incredible, the recreational usage of it keeps people placated. You are less likely to face insurrection if your populace is too high and distracted to scheme.

As for the state it’s leaving Zaun in, he isn’t the proudest of it, but there isn’t another way to secure their freedom with certainty. Nobody else sees their march to sovereignty the same way Silco does, or with the same passion. It _must_ be him that frees his people, or it may not be anyone at all- not in their lifetimes, of their children’s lifetimes.

When they achieve freedom, he has plans to produce detox kits for Shimmer, and ease his people of their addiction to it. Recreational shimmer will be discontinued, and instead his factories will move to producing the medicinal variant of the serum.

He does not need to be liked, and he does not expect his people to adore him for his actions; he will be the monster his people need, to achieve their freedom. His happiness, love and legacy are willingly forfeited; none of those things matter, in the pursuit of abolishing their oppression.

They’ve suffered enough, haven’t they?

💉Medical Conditions

Sevika has widespread, lasting damage from the explosion in the cannery. Losing her arm was a process, from amputation, getting fitted for a prosthetic, and physical therapy. The arcane-blue scars along her face aren’t the only scars it left her with. Streaking across her left side from the shoulder socket, they spiderweb across her ribs, side & back. On certain days, they prickle like electricity or a twinged nerve, on others they radiate pain like white fire from her skin to deep into her muscles.

The prosthetic of her arm links into her collarbone & shoulder blade, to keep it secured in place and to help distribute the pull of the mechanisms as she works. She is in chronic pain due to this, and her right side has bulked up slightly more than her left to account for the extra weight. Sevika never has the most pleasant expression on her face, but it isn’t because she’s mean, it’s because she’s tired and in pain. Also, to add insult to injury, due to the years of inhaling the noxious gasses of the fissures & smoking like a factory, she has the beginnings of either Sump or Smoker’s lung.

👎Shimmer & the state of Zaun's destitute

Sevika loathes shimmer; anybody who knows her can tell you that. She only uses it for her arm and for necessary boosts in battle, otherwise she avoids the shit like the plague. She’s too busy to dwell on it, though Sevika knows that it has many actual, legitimate uses.

Silco has assured her that the recreational strain will be phased out once Zaun it free and on her feet, and this is what has to happen... for now.

But walking through the Sumps, walking through the End, seeing the squalor and the destitute addicted to the highs Shimmer can bring, it boils her blood. She hates what it's done to her people, her city, her Lanes, and one day, she hopes to scrub the undercity of it.

For now? She has a job to do.

[konigsblog]

deciding könig's backstory for my headcannon is so hard... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

1. i can imagine könig being poor, his mother having to worry about choosing food, or rent whenever she was paid. perhaps könig's father had passed during his mother's pregnancy, leaving a legacy könig wanted to continue in once he was old enough to enlist.

or...

2. könig being born into wealth, where his mother and father both worked demanding jobs, leading him to get a lack of attention. of course, the maids around the house attempted to play with him whenever they had the spare time, but having no one to turn to - to talk to - left a lasting impact on könig, being unable to make friends due to not having great communities skills.

perhaps, he was bitter about his life and other's lives; seeing them enjoy and spend time with their family, whilst he had nobody broke the poor, young boy's heart. due to not having friends, it left him to believe that it was because he was better than everybody else, no one held as much value as him and felt intimidated by könig's presence and his importance.

joining the military at 17 years old in an attempt to feel something for once, where he'd finally feel something - love, and for someone he believed he deserved.

for könig, it wasn't a matter of asking you out, it was about being your everything - craving the attention from you, becoming toxic whenever you wanted to do something for yourself once.

[blue--ingenue]

soft!Sebastian headcannons - part 1

Author's Note: as promised, here's part 1 of the headcannons i have about soft Sebby x gn!reader. the hogwarts legacy brainrot is alive and well 🫡

physical touch is his primary love language. walking through the halls? he’s holding your hand tracing comforting circles into your wrist as you walk. relaxing outside? his head is in your lap. if you’re not running your hands through his hair he’ll not-so-subtly place your hand in his curls until you get the hint

voracious reader and he LOVES to talk about his latest interests. most professors think he plans to become an auror after graduating, but he wants to be a researcher. doesn’t know what field he wants to devote his time to just yet, but that’s what reading is for. some students think he’s aloof in class because he’so just cocky, when really he finished the assigned reading a week ago

(i have a headcannon that he would’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw if he told the Sorting Hat he didn’t want to be in Slytherin. main reason? he loves learning, but he’s driven by personal ambition to be the best at whatever he chooses to master and will attain the necessary knowledge by any means necessary)

secretly has a pair of reading glasses that he doesn’t want anyone to know about. feels insecure about wearing them in public (mc caught him wearing them once. he looked gorgeous and they begged him to wear them more often)

very protective of the younger students (Slytherin or otherwise). boy had a rough childhood after his parents died and was bullied by other students as a first-year. he vowed that when he grew older he’d make sure all of the first-years felt safer than he had felt

usually calm under pressure, but loses his shit if you get sick/hurt. always has at least one wiggenweld potion on him at all times (in case you have a particularly rough run-in with some poachers). you caught a cold? mans is sneaking out after curfew and using the disillusionment charm to grab you some hot soup from the kitchens. refuses to leave your side until you feel better. learned how to apparate small objects just to he could apparate you a tissue from across the room during class. half the class jumped out of their seats at the loud pop. Professor Ronen was as impressed as he was startled and awarded Slytherin 20 points for such advanced magic

loves seeing you in his clothes. it started out subtle with him draping his scarf around you when he noticed you shivering on your walk to Hogsmeade. ignited something possessive within him. he joins the quidditch team in your sixth year. nearly went feral when you showed him the handmade ‘Sallow’ jersey you planned to wear to his next match (was almost late for said match because he couldn’t stop kissing you at the sight of his last name on your back). absolutely obsessed with you wearing his sweaters. he gains a lot of muscle after becoming a Beater, which means his sweaters are even more oversized on you. loves seeing the baggy sleeves drape over your hands

[whaledenwtf]

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Halsin’s thighs, if it strikes your fancy could you please write some thigh riding please 🙏

OH MY GOD YES YES YES YES. Ahem. Yes I will. I will make the reader thick cause obviously Halsin would like curvier women (this isnt headcannon this is just obvious.. he's a bear for gods sake)

Edit (12/10/2023): the fact I didnt realize I left WIP in the content warnings 😭 now I gotta triple check everything I've written the last couple months

HALSIN x THICK!READER - Riding the Bear

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Light Bondage, afb!reader and Male Smut, Praise Kink, Body Worship (Female Receiving)

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It was torturous, being fully naked with Halsin and him insisting not to touch you where you needed him to.

"Halsin, please." You plead with him. He chuckles and shakes his head, braids swaying.

"My heart, you must know that I have to learn restraint. This is a good way to do it." You grumble, hands straining against the soft linen cloths Halsin had tied around your wrists.

"Maybe your restraint, but mine is perfectly fine. Let me touch you dammit!" He smirks at your plight, watching you try and fail miserably to loosen your ties. You're straddling one of his thick thighs, and all your movement is making you rub against the muscles. You moan, looking at him defiantly.

"You can still take your pleasure from me, little one." You're whimpering. This is awful. How can you take your pleasure from his bountiful body when your hands are tied! You look down, seeing his heavy cock leaning against his stomach, precum pooling in the dips of his muscles.

"Let me please you Halsin-" You go to get up off his thigh, but his hands latch to your thick waist, seating you back down. The movement made your breasts bounce and he groans, eyes turning amber for a moment.

"Ride my thigh, little one." It comes off as a soft request, but you knew it was a demand. Halsin is always excited when he feels your weight on his body. You thought you were always heavy, squashing him. He would always remind you "Nature is bountiful, and so are you. There is much more of you to love, to taste... to devour." before he'd sit you on his face and eat you out for hours. The thought of those nights warmed you up again, and without thinking you grind down on his thigh. You moan at the action, the friction causing delicious waves of pleasure. You begin a soft pace, grinding up and down on his thigh. You are panting, and one of his hands goes to your waist, to speed up your actions. The other trails to his cock, stroking it in pace with your movements.

His hazel eyes are locked on your face, watching the small twitches of pleasure show themselves in your features. His eyes trail down your body, watching how your breasts bounce with the movement, nipples peaked and begging for attention. They stray further down to your stomach, round but flattering. He can't help but imagine you full of his seed and carrying his legacy. He moans out, eyes fluttering shut. You continue your pace, your slick leaving you and allowing the movements to be easier. Your clit keeps bumping into the muscles of his thigh, and you keen, quickening your speed. When he opens his eyes, he looks down at his thigh, slick and wet from your ministrations. His eyes snap back up to yours, before he pushes you forward into a passionate kiss.

Your pace quickens again, as you get so close to the precipice, but can't leap over it. You whimper in his mouth. The hand on your hip goes down where you are grinding yourself against him and rubs quick but small circles over your clit. You scream into his mouth, a rush of slick leaking out of you and on his thigh. He groans, cumming onto his stomach. You release each other's lips, whimpering. Your body still quakes, jolting every couple seconds from the intensity of your orgasm. You look down at his thigh and whimper; its drenched, you definitely squirted on him. He growls, before running his hand through your slick and tasting it.

"Like honey... little one I need to devour you." He lies himself down fully, pulling you to sit on his face.

You will not be sleeping tonight.

[pokedash55]

Racing against Death

1,786 words, Pre-movie, Oneshot,Turbo escaping the Roadblasters crash, Headcannons about his time homeless, Near Death, Glitching, Minor Canonical character death, TurboTwins (mentioned), Finish Line (the other racing game at Litwack's)

Click for the A03 link but the whole fic is under the cut :) (I usually don't post my fics to tumblr but it's where the Turbo fans are I think. Ya'll are Turbotastic)

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All he could think in that moment was drive... Drive as fast as his racecar could as the pixels around him started to disperse into the black void. This wasn’t where he would end. Dying forgotten in the bowels of some second rate racing game would not be his lasting legacy. His code rushed with adrenaline, mind racing with only one goal: Survival. He gripped the wheel tight with desperation, pushing the engine as far as it could go and looked straight ahead to the exit to Game Central Station. The tires churned roughly on the grassy terrain as he neared the exit, the ground beneath him glitching and separating behind him. He was racing against death, but Turbo never loses. 

His code burned inside and he could feel his pixels glitch all over, the program still recovering from the collision with the more advanced data. It was a strange feeling having the game crash as it did. It was an unexpected, but rather pleasant outcome. With a glitch like that he expected  Roadblasters would be gone for good, but he did not anticipate just how quickly they would pull the plug. It was a fitting end to the worst game ever created. With Roadblasters out of the picture he could go back to being loved by all in the comfort of his machine. A determined grin crossed his face as the tires latched onto the metal of the copper wire, quickly gaining speed on the smooth surface as the last of the pixels dispersed. The car rushed through the cord, ignoring the railroad as he did when he first drove here, driving up and down the tunnel to gain bits of extra speed. 

He pushed out of the gateway, spinning and hitting the brakes as soon as he escaped the outlet, tightly maneuvering the wheel so as to not take damage or spin out into another game. The car spun a donut before he gained control and stopped in the middle of the empty power strip. He lifted the yellow visor from his helmet, breaths still quick and heavy. As he looked up at the game, the red text displaying “RoadBlasters” disappeared from the name screen and Turbo’s panicked breaths morphed into chuckles. He did it! He continued his airy laugh, shakingly getting out of his car, trailing his hands on the door before letting go to stand at its side, one hand reaching up to his face, fingers twitching with glee. His plan worked perfectly! Sure he couldn’t become part of the game, which was unfortunate (he will have to research how to implement outdated -er- retro sprites into a more technologically modern program later), but he was alive and Roadblah-sters was NOT!

Turbo grinned spitefully at the empty plug. Time to go back to his perfect life! He dusted his track suit off, though his arm still had small pixels of white and grey that were displaced from his sprite. That was surely nothing, It was fine he just needed to return to TurboTime and things would be back to the good old days. After a successful mission, he could use a cooldown race with his blue rivals. He didn’t usually enjoy their company, always bragging about the ridiculously small number of times they actually managed to beat him (it was always the players fault), but a celebration was in order after all. The three of them could hit up tappers after closing time and crash Felix’s nightly party’s to cap off the night. 

With glee, he hoped back into his ride. It needed repairs after such a crash but just like his sprite all would be repaired once he got back to TurboTime. He revved up the red and white car and slow rolled casually back to his game with a smirk, although his face started to drop as he got closer and closer to his port. 

“Wh… Where is MY GAME” He babbled in disbelief under his breath. He and Roadblasters were right across from each other but looking at the gateway Turbo saw nothing but pitch blackness. The same darkness he had just narrowly avoided. He laughed nervously, standing up on the seat, leaning his body over the windshield. He analyzed the doorway, anxiety slowly creeping into his mind. Why would they unplug his game too! No one had touched the console for a week there was no way anyone had played the game! Which snot nosed kid decided to come crawling back after that time of betrayal? With the children enamored with the disgusting new game, TurboTime was rendered unplayable far before his absence so why now was it ripped from him? He was stuck with the bitter surprise and his arms dropped sulkingley to his side looking at his empty port. That grief was short lived as the glitches on his body grew more sporadic and rushed through his system, a scowl forming on his face. 

Roadblasters took everything from him. He was his game’s hero, the greatest racer of all time! Everyone loved him and rightfully so! He refused for it to end this way. He deserved more than to be rendered some homeless forgotten wretch. A pitiful nobody who destroyed his own game. What praise and adoration would come from that? Thinking through his situation he realized what would happen if the other games found him here. They would either scorn and lecture him or (worse of all) take pity on him. Losing was bad enough, but having lesser beings pity you for it was worse. He couldn’t be found, that much was clear. He was not going to live a life of mockery, scorn and false sympathy. He deserved more. 

Turbo’s gaze lowered down to his car. It was the only thing that survived… but he couldn’t escape the scene of the incident with it. The car was damaged and without his game’s power source there was nothing to repair it. He usually enjoyed standing out, but at the moment his bright red cart would only slow him down. With a resolved expression he jumped out from the vehicle. Turbo won his very first professional race in this car. It was everything to him. He hated to lose the only thing he cared for but it had to go if he was going to regain the respect and admiration of the gamers. He marched behind it, placing his hands on the rear of the car and pushed it towards the abyss. Once the front wheels touched the darkness it was easy to push in the rest. The car exploded into a cloud of red and white pixels, leaving Turbo the soul survivor of the now defunct machine. 

He stood alone and the station was eerily quiet, with everyone still on the job in their respective games. The silence disturbed him and left him frustrated, scowl growing again on his skeletal face. Turbo had become accustomed to the loud cheering of fans. The loud sound of engines and stands cheering his name. It was all his and rightfully so. He craved those sounds and the desire caused his eyes to flicker. As his determination rose, his glitches creeped around his body, growing harsher and harsher. Just like his car he was damaged and without an energy source his code could be corrupted. He needed to wire himself into another game or he could die in this torturing silence. 

Turbo hated to admit it, but he needed to upgrade. He failed his conquest of Roadblasters because his code was incompatible. Accessing the code was one thing but he needed to know how to control it. If he could edit himself into a game, he could become whole again. But he’d need cover and a plan for that to happen without someone finding him and was getting nowhere standing outside an empty husk of a game. He gave Turbotime one last glance before heading off into hiding.

 He did not have to wait long, as Litwack soon added the game called Finish Line. He watched the game get plugged in, the crowds of characters awaiting the new friends who would join the arcade. When nobody exited the port, the sprites eventually dispersed and the racer made his move into the new racing game. He expected it to be harder to blend in, but Turbo learned quickly that the reason nobody had come through to Game Central Station was because there was nobody living inside the arcade cabinet. All the programmed assets were the vehicles and they were all inside the programming sans drivers, making it an easy hiding place.Turbo got to work quickly, finding the code room and playing around the most he could. He was able to delete the automated program of one of the cars just enough to allow a driver and worked on that code block for weeks. He despised being nothing more than an enemy NPC, just like those blue wannabes back home (whom he just realized they most likely are deleted. The least of his worries however), but the racers' identities here were never shown. He could not regain his rightful recognition in a game like this. Instead of a home it became more of a perfect toy for Turbo. He could code and recode all he wanted while the game automated the other cars and tracks. It was the perfect practice for when something much better came along.  

The glitches never went away and every time they ran through his system he shuttered. It stopped being painful but it still wasn’t sustainable. He tried for years to code into the game, but without a base code block he couldn’t map his digital DNA to anything. Finish Line simply didn’t allow for a character sprite as complex as his since it had no frame of reference; The game had no human renders and nothing resembling in game personalities. He couldn’t even comfortably race anymore, as it became obvious that without a proper connection one crash could lead him dead on the tracks (as the blue hedgehog so kindly reminds everyone every 5 minutes). Despite the limitations, Turbo stayed hidden in Finish Line. It was disgraceful resorting to this but it gave him ample time to test his abilities inside the code room. It was nothing but a waiting game now. He saw every bit and piece of the game’s inner workings. It was replaceable. All he had to do was wait….

1997

Finally…. He grinned as the newest game arrived just across from Finish Line. Racing Avatars with colourful and cheerful expressions lined the box. It was the perfect place to regain his glory. 

Sugar Rush… a game fit for a king.

[skyzerkarma]

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Felix x Rime x MC Polycule Domestic Headcannons

Fandom: Last Legacy (Fictif/Nix Hydra/Dorian) Characters: Felix, Rime, Gender neutral MC Prompt: hcs ab how would domestic life be for Felix and Rime and MC polycule Requested by: @mossmosis Warnings: Brief stabbing mention (Rime is in this, so-)

Last Legacy content, in this day and age?! It's more likely than you think! I've gotten a bit distracted with other fandoms, but I've been meaning to return to my beloved Fictif fandoms. I suppose now's the time!

Also, thank the dice gods for bringing you this particular treat! I had motivation to write, but no idea what to do, so I rolled some dice and this was the result!

Requests are open, as always, so if you'd like to see more, send me an ask!

For starters, there is no shortage of sarcasm and snarky commentary in this relationship. It's practically one of your love languages at this point! Rime and Felix are both prone to making smart remarks, and when they're both in the mood for banter, things can get mildly out of hand... you've had to calm Anisa down after she witnessed one such moment, assuring her that the two of them were not, in fact, in a terrible mood and taking it out on each other. You've come to enjoy their banter, regardless whether you join in or simply sit back and watch the show.

Both of them enjoy teasing you and each other, though there are some stylistic differences. Felix tends to be a little softer and kinder with his teasing - don't get me wrong, there's often a little bite behind his words, that cute little smirk and playful sparkle in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He teases you about lighter subjects, and though he often speaks without thinking, he never means any harm by it.

Rime, on the other hand, doesn't hold back in the slightest. It's not that he means to hurt your feelings, he isn't doing it out of malice - he simply doesn't know when to back off sometimes. If you call him on it, he'll scoff and roll his eyes, likely making some little comment about you not being able to take a joke - but he won't tease you about that again, and he'll do something nice for you in the near future as an unspoken apology.

Speaking of gifts, both of them will absolutely shower you and each other with small gifts for absolutely no reason. Felix is prone to bringing something home for you both anytime he visits the market - it's very rare that he forgets, though sometimes he'll return empty-handed and visibly frustrated that he couldn't find anything suitable. He sometimes gifts you and Rime jewelry, and has surprisingly impeccable taste, always giving you something you'll love. Books are another of his frequent gifts, of course - you can expect any new books to go missing shortly afterwards as he borrows them to read them himself before quietly returning them a few days later. You've also received a few trinkets that match his gothic mage aesthetic, too, because it wouldn't be Felix if he didn't share his love of vaguely creepy things with you!

Rime tends to focus less on physical gifts and more on actions. He spends time with you both, learns about your interests, stabs your enemies, and does small things to help you out. He prefers to be a little more subtle with his affections, almost pretending like he doesn't care, when in reality he cares very much. It's not that he's hiding it, he just... isn't very open with his emotions yet. When he does bring you gifts, though, it's usually something pretty simple, like some random trinket he saw and thought of one or both of you. I could also see him taking up woodcarving as a hobby to help him relax and unwind, so you'll occasionally find a new gift from him sitting on your desk, carved from wood or, sometimes, from his shed antlers. He likes bringing you food, too, and memorizes both of your tastes and favorite treats so he can choose the best treats.

Getting all three of you in bed at the same time can be difficult, but when it is achieved, you have a delightful time cuddling with each other. On the somewhat rare occasion that you all turn in together, you take turns being the one in the middle unless one of you has had a particularly bad day and needs double the snuggles. Most of the time, though, whoever goes to bed first ends up in the middle, with the other two crawling in wherever there's space when they're finally tired enough to get some sleep.

Mornings are always interesting, too. You or Rime are always up first - it's almost never Felix. Whoever is up first starts making the coffee and/or tea, and you try to take turns making breakfast. Rime might complain if you miss your turn, but you know he doesn't really mean it. He won't admit it easily, but he actually enjoys cooking, especially for his partners. Once breakfast is ready and one of you drags Felix out of bed, you all sit down for a nice meal together. Depending on how busy you three are, sometimes breakfast is the only meal you can all have together, so you make the most of it!

When you do have time off from your busy schedules, you almost always spend it together. Most of the time you're in the study/library at Fathom, doing more casual research projects together or reading books in a comfortable silence. Sometimes, though, you go out to get some fresh air and a change of scenery! Wandering around Porriman markets is often a good way to spend an afternoon, sampling various treats and buying interesting things for one another.

Something else you three often do together is stargazing. Felix obviously loves it, especially when he gets to share it with his loves, and though Rime might comment that it's boring just to be a bit of a brat, once he gets comfortable he'll become far more relaxed. Often times these nights consist of you and Rime gazing quietly at the stars, listening contentedly to Felix's soft voice as he rambles on and on about them. He'll inevitably get a bit flustered when he realizes just how long he's been talking, but it's nothing a few kisses can't fix~

Honestly this entire relationship would just be so soft and so chaotic at the same time. You all love each other so much and care deeply for one another, but there's rarely a dull moment!

[idk-shortcake]

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H. legacy

˖ ࣪⭑ Things Hogwarts Houses need to hear

˖ ࣪⭑ This is the end

˖ ࣪⭑ Sneaking Out

˖ ࣪⭑ How I think the Hogwarts Legacy boys would kiss you gifs

˖ ࣪⭑ finalgirllx 's masterlist

˖ ࣪⭑ HLC REACT TO F!MC CRYING OVER SOMEONE BEING NICE TO HER

˖ ࣪⭑ Wizard swears comic

˖ ࣪⭑Hogwarts Legacy boys

˖ ࣪⭑ || What They're Like In Bed ||

˖ ࣪⭑ ⊹˙⋆ cuddling with them | hl boys x reader oneshots! ⋆˙⊹

˖ ࣪⭑ || Them Cuddling ||

˖ ࣪⭑ How they take out their jealousy on you (Hogwarts Legacy)

˖ ࣪⭑ MC, Garreth and Sebastian all fucking around with helium balloons, they go quiet when Ominis walks in

˖ ࣪⭑ Headcannons for getting aroused when they see your Yule Ball outfit

Garreth Weasley

˖ ࣪⭑ Just a little tingle

˖ ࣪⭑ “My Fire In Your Veins” 

˖ ࣪⭑ Mechanic!Garreth Weasley

˖ ࣪⭑ Garreth x F!MC AUDIO

˖ ࣪⭑ Freckled Serotonin

˖ ࣪⭑ The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

˖ ࣪⭑ Wrong Flask

˖ ࣪⭑ A Good Night 🍻

˖ ࣪⭑ “I Like Men On Their Knees~"

˖ ࣪⭑ Truth or Dare?

˖ ࣪⭑ Drunk Calls a.

˖ ࣪⭑ maybe i'm too busy bein' yours

˖ ࣪⭑ A Bad Dream

˖ ࣪⭑ Don't Ever Leave

˖ ࣪⭑ (The Heist 🌿 Garreth Weasley x F!MC)

˖ ࣪⭑ Stay ❤️

Sebastian Sallow

˖ ࣪⭑ Sour Times

˖ ࣪⭑ random sallow pics 1/?

˖ ࣪⭑ Book Exchange

˖ ࣪⭑ random sallow pics 2/?

˖ ࣪⭑ Hear me out: MC and Seb exploring the underwater caves together f.art

˖ ࣪⭑ No Light Without Darkness - Part Three

Leander Prewett

˖ ࣪⭑ Sticky Situation

˖ ࣪⭑ cuffmeinblack 's Leander Prewett masterlist

Creepypasta

˖ ࣪⭑ just-a-creep-babe 's cp m.list 1

FFXV

˖ ࣪⭑ | Chocobros Dating Drabbles |

Prompto Argentum

˖ ࣪⭑ Artist Meet-Cute [Prompto x GN!Reader]

˖ ࣪⭑ Knight In Shining Leather

˖ ࣪⭑ I Feel It Coming (Prompto x Reader)

˖ ࣪⭑ joey-laufeyson 's Prompto Argentum fics recommendations

˖ ࣪⭑ prompto gifs

˖ ࣪⭑ It was a cold week. f.art

˖ ࣪⭑ Sweet Devil

˖ ࣪⭑ The Legend of Zelda

˖ ࣪⭑ Finger Guns (Prompto Argentum x Reader)

To be continued...

[kald-dal-art]

please infodump about your hunger games OCs more, i beg 🙏

Of course I can infodump about THG OCs at any time, at any day. Don’t know which specific ones you wanted me to talk about so just going to talk about my headcannons for the 12th-15th Victors. Because I like the idea of the direct aftermath of the 10th game to be a very experimental decade for the games.

Ash Jorgenson D7: the 12th game

So after the 10th game they ditched the capitol arena after the bombings and started to use outdoors arenas. The first outdoor arena was a deserted island and the arena was a massive success. So the gamemakers decided to be more ambitious with a forest on top of a hill. They ended up being too ambitious with how hard core the arena ended up being.

Most of the tributes ended up dying from exposure. Ash managed to win mostly through having the actual survival skills to survive the arena. Also helped when the gamemakers released a swarm of mutts into the arena to weed out the remeaning tributes Ash managed to climb on top of a tree and managed to kick down one of the other tributes that tried to climb the tree after him.

Ash ended up being the first Victor from D7. He ended up being severally traumatised by his games not managing to fully settle down. He manages to mentor 1 tribute to Victor, a girl named Rowan a decade or so after his Victory and becomes rather close to her and her family. She even names one of her kids after him.

Ford Wright D6: the 13th game

So after the disaster of the 12th game the gamemakers decided to do an arena that wasn’t as hardcore when it came to the weather, exposure and sheer nature. Going a bit back to their roots with having a more crammed arena that wasn’t made out of nature. So the arena for this year was an abondend scrapyard.

The arena being a scrapyard ended up working fantastic for Ford, seeing as he had worked in his family workshop for years, he knew exactly how to use the scrapped automobiles to his advantage. One of the more memorable moments from his game was when he managed to restart one of the cars, slamming it into 3 tributes.

Ford ended up being the first victor from D6, a few years after his games he marries his girlfriend he had before the games. Having a daughter a few years later, but unfortunetly she ended up being reaped for the games and dying in them. Which ended his marriage and he starts drinking alchohol to cope with the game season from now on. He ended up mentoring 1 victor, a girl named Kennedy. They’re close, having almost a father/daughter relationship, but Kennedy would rather jump infront of a train than to admit to that.

Minerva Paxton D2: the 14th game

When a young girl got reaped the last thing anyone expected was someone begging to go in her place. That is how Minerva Paxton immediatley caught the attention to everyone. Being the first ever volunteer in these games. With some people thinking she was an idiot and other admirring her bravery.

Her arena was an abondend city and she was a ruthless player. Immediatley a popular victor and is credited for starting the ball of the “Career” tribute, in 2 especially. It’s a legacy she has grown to dislike more and more for each year she has to see a volunteer die in the games. She only volunteered to save her cousin.

She never ends up marrying or having children. Ended up mentoring 2 victors, but she was never a fan of mentoring and when D2 started to train children for the games she refused every request to teach anyone.

Claude Demont D10: the 15th game

The gamemakers wanted to do something completly different for these games, introducing a weapon that had never been introduced before, fire arms. Unfortunetly it backfired (ha), a lot of the bloodiness and battles were gone. A good amount of the tributes had no idea how to actually use them, some of them accidentally shooting themselves with the weapons.

Claude however, was a surprisngly good shot, essetianly snipping his competiton one by one. After his Victory the Capitol got suspicious with his skills with the firearm though. With not really beliving that it was something he just happened to pick up on in the arena. So let’s just say his family didn’t get to have a very long warrant on life after his games.

Claude was always considered a bit of a paranoid nutcase in D10. Putting a million little traps around his house in Victor’s village. He did end up by miracle settle down with someone. Never had children though. Ended up mentoring 2 tributes to Victory, one girl named Lucia, and one boy named Mateo.

[the69thgames]

Capitol Headcannons P.1

The Classes

I imagine there are five classes: The Old Families, The Elites, The Specialists, The Working Population, and The Trafficks

The Old Families

basically, the old families are families such as the Snows, the Ravinstills, Creeds, Cranes, other families Coriolanus' classmates come from

originally, these families were people who owned, land, companies, industries, resources, or people

after the cataclysm, people who lived in the bunkers/shelters in the Rocky Mountains were technically the most safe and resource stable from dealing with the elements and nuclear chemicals

this lead to them promising they would provide protection and resources to nearby groups of small people, they would invest resources and sums of money to these small states

eventually, they took greater control and ended up treating these people like slaves/servants by manipulating their inflow of food and income

the shelter in the Rocky Mountains become known as the Capitol, and was built off from there

several Districts were created from the nearby small states

the main investors (also known at the time as the overlords), became known as the Old Families, for investing so greatly and helping build and develop the Capitol

other than investors, The Old Families would come from people who made revolutionary technology/discoveries such as scientists, medics, and inventors

The Elites

The Elites are people who do have connections, investments, and power, but they kind of joined later in the party

as mentioned before, The Old Families go way back to the cataclysm days, The Elites kind of popped up after things got a bit more stable in the economy/world

that's not to say they're not respected, they just don't have that bond y'know. but they do play almost the exact same roles as some of The Old Families, they just aren't old money

usually, their last names aren't set in stone and aren't really as useful. for example, lets say two people apply to a job as an assistant gamemaker. one is incredibly poor, but does have a last name coming from one of The Old Families. the other is rich, but their last name isn't as cemented and well known, there isn't a legacy, but that person did work very hard, that person is an Elite

The Old Family person is more likely to be hired since they do have more connections, despite usually having less skill and money

The Elites also consist of main game staff, (escorts, designers, mutt people, gamemakers), their family and their descendants/relatives, and it's a lot of people who are friends with people and are related to people

[trainwrecksys]

Big Bentham brothers headcannon incoming!

Firstly, I feel Bentham has a connection to Caul because he remembers who he used to be. Those special moments of connection he even knew he’d remember when they happened. He will never abandon one side for the other because he keeps clinging onto the hope that he can bring Jack back. Back when Caul was gathering support for his cause, he would be worried but think it would never go too far, this is just one of his flights of fancy, you know how he gets so attached to things. He’d never go so far to try this, he didn’t mean that, I know him, he’s a good person at heart, he’d never actually hurt me, he’s just trying to do what he thinks is right, he’ll snap out of it soon. Every other family connection has been severed or at the very least heavily eroded, and he craves that old feeling of collective joy, of lighthearted fun, that there used to be, as it’s the happiest thing he remembers of his earlier years

Those moments in childhood when Jack would stop taunting Alma, when they all agreed it was too much, and he could see that. He could see that. What he’s battling is the thought that he still sees it, but that he ignores it and keeps going. He knows it’s bad but he does it anyway. Evil. (But separately another phrase for that definition might be self harm, depending on how it’s directed.) He’ll never admit his brother is evil. He rejects the word. Bentham used to think he’d do anything for his cause, that he thought everything he did was for good in his mind, but maybe even Caul knows by now that’s not the case, he’s under no kind of good pretences, even for his own wellbeing.

At the core of it, Bentham will never stop trying to save his brother. That’s why he sticks by him, even to his detriment. By now, he’s only trying to save him from himself. His biggest weakness is the light he still sees in Caul’s empty eyes sometimes, or is he seeing things? That childlike wonder that he still nurtures in his collections and his Panloopticon, he wants to see that in Caul again, then maybe everything will be ok. He’ll sacrifice himself to try and change his mind, and he’ll sacrifice others to pursue the thought.

He knows it’s gone too far, but his soul is tied to his brother’s, they’re inseparable, even after Abaton collapses they’re bound together. No matter how deep Caul goes, Bentham has no choice now but to follow him. All he wants is good, and only at the end does he finally realise what he’s doing. He tries finally to achieve some level of agency and power after both of his siblings seemingly show him how they’re too far gone (Caul in that hes gone to Abaton and betrayed him again and Alma that she still doesn’t like him or want to let him free) as he reaches out and grabs his last hope, physical power to maybe defeat Caul and show himself to be worthy of both their validation. Not simply agreement with him but validating his strength (of will and body) to kill Caul and his desire to see Jack again and validating his ability for redemption. He does end up helping to save peculiardom and turning fully towards the ymbrynes’ side, but it’s far too late, and for his everlasting hope he dies permanently attached to his brother’s legacy, with nothing much that is fully his own to speak of.

[greenbean43]

Little drawings i did for hogtober

Finally learned to how to draw Andrew Larson (i hope you enjoy my headcannon of him playing the violin, for some reason i think that fits with his character)

Second is aesop and noctua (again) i cant keep them out of my head.

Noctua has snakes while aesop is with ravens (a reference to @zetadraconis11 fan fic) and a little doodle of young noctua i made

And for last more doodles of Anne sallow and a sneak peek to a Hogwarts legacy character i created (shes not my MC Im keeping that for later)

Hope i contributed to hogtober i really want to create more characters and reveal more of my cannon of the game

[sigyn-foxyposts]

(Personal) Ivaldi headcannons:

Ivaldi is like you would expect quite the handyman, who truly has a skill when it comes to being crafty with your hands.

He is a very well known smith in Svartalfheim and gained a lots of riches from his excellent and honest work.

He started off doing flavours for others and repairing things in his early days!

Because unlike most dwarfs, Ivaldi isn't greedy, he was genuinely friendly and even helpful.

Though he does have that infamous temper if something were to go wrong in his workshop!

Most dwarfs repreduce naturally, asexually or through magical means and while Ivaldi has done all of these, he had always wished for a permanent partner to stay by his side.

He would have his two sons through asexual reproduction! Later carrying on their fathers legacy by becoming just as skilled as him in smithing.

Then he'd create Idunn using these magical items: Elven blood, Ashwood and gold. He really wanted a daughter!

You could almost call him a hopeless romantic at times because he has found himself falling for both men and women.

But dating other dwarfs was never easy for him because he'd often get used for his kindness and or wealth.

When he met Freyja though, wandering through his realm one day things finally started looking brighter for him!

They had a shared love for pretty things, taking pride in their magical skills and feeling like they were serving a purpose and it formed into a genuine connection.

Eventually leading to them having three daughters named Sigyn, Sjofn and Lofn.

Ivaldi always admired Freyja for her abilities in caring for their daughters, even Idunn who she had taken under her wing while she stayed underground.

But things took a sudden downfall when Freyja left without a trace, leaving Ivaldi heart broken and a struggling father.

He understood that maybe their love wasn't meant to last, he is respectful for that! But wishes she would have at least said something before she disappeared.

Ever since Ivaldi struggled sleeping peacefully and developed Insomnia.

Ivaldi often found himself asking Idunn to aid him in his fatherly duties.

Which he felt guilty about, knowing Idunn deserved better than to be some caretaker for their family!

A family he was obligated to take care of in the first place.

To him his daughters were just as valuable as the shimmering gold.

Which is why he spent his remaining free time as his daughters grew, sending out messangers who were willing to get back in contact with Freyja.

In every letter he begged her endlessly for her to take Idunn and their daughters into Asgard and give them a better life.

Something he knew he wasn't able to fully provide for them.

Once Freyja actually took action and collected Ivaldi's daughters, he decided to focus his attention on his sons.

Teaching them everything he knew, so they could make a living and possibly continue his legacy through their work.

Which is why his sons took over for him, making him somewhat retired today!

He still keeps in contact with his daughters and will provide anything they need if they so ask!

He is also updated frequently about their lives and every letter he gets from them, he keeps somewhere safe!

Ivaldi unlike Freyja isn't too picky or pushy about who their daughters will marry either.

He is very laid back In that department and only wants them to be happy.

He has often made Freyja change her mind multiple times too, putting their daughters feelings first!

He also really likes his sons in law: Loki and Bragi. Because personally to him they're the most entertaining gods.

Ivaldi also loves to brag about all of his children and their achievements to the other dwarfs in Svartalfheim.

[house-of-caraleya]

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Parenting Headcannons with Keqing and Eula? :D

Parent Headcanons - Eula Lawrence and Keqing

A/N: Hi Anon! I'm sorry you had to wait. This one... well, it turned out quite a bit more serious than I expected. Especially with Keqing - it turned into (basically) angst. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I would be really grateful if you shared your opinion in the comments.

Male reader.

Eula Lawrence

Eula’s parents were… not great, to say the least. They kept pushing her towards being a traditional figure, dictated by the Lawrence clan’s long legacy. That involved plenty of indoctrination, gaslighting and putting down her own needs and dreams. 

She realized this was not normal in her late teens, and she made her escape to the Knights. Even though most citizens of Mondstadt grew to dislike her, Eula found a few close friends to help her through her darkest years. You were one of them. 

The desire to be better than one’s parents is natural and ever present, as role models are quite rare in reality. This need was especially strong in her. It was the image of having kids that kept her from leaving this world behind, and when you met all those years ago, the images reappeared in her happiest moments. 

Eula made plans long before you met, imagining what rules she would put in place, what values she should instill, she read books about motherhood and parenting. Yet she never told you, until one warm night. 

She grabbed your hand, and told you about her dream while looking into your eyes. She said how she wants to be the mother her mother never was, and you to be the father hers never managed to be. She told you about her dream of building a home together, a safe place for both you and your children.

And how could you refuse her?

Eula will want to wait for marriage before anything else. 

When she speaks that one, simple word, Eula will just burst into tears. Just like that, the weight and past sins of her last name will be finally left behind, and she could fully become a new, better person. 

A few days will pass until she’s ready. Eula just wants to wait until everything calms down, really. And it will be a surprise too. You’ll just wake up one lazy morning, cuddled together, and she will whisper a simple ‘It’s time’ into your ear.

Eula is going to drop field work entirely from the moment you are sure she’s carrying an heir. When Varka comes back from his travels, he will most likely provide Eula with a comfy desk job. She’s done a lot for Mondstadt, hasn’t she? Eula deserves it. 

No drinks will be had for the entire duration of her pregnancy, which will be quite long. 

Because Eula always wanted to have two children, preferably a son and a daughter. As soon as her body will recover after giving birth Eula will want to go again, to keep the age gap as small as possible. If she’ll give birth to two kids at the same time there won’t be a need to, of course. 

Eula always insisted on doing all the menial housework, which bamboozled you at first. She just wanted to get lots of practice in cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and so on, as her royal upbringing never gave her the chance to. The woman is well aware of the reality of parenthood, and wishes to get used to the routine.

It’s hard for sure, but she is willing to endure the difficulty. This is one investment worth every second, every drop of sweat and blood in her opinion. 

Seeing Eula with dark bags under her eyes and a tired smile on her lips will be common during the early years.��

The knight will pester you about your job a lot if it involves danger. She quit hers, and would love you to do so as well. If combat is your calling… Well, she understands. Doesn’t mean that you won’t get an earful and a half every time you get back with fresh injuries. She will have her vengeance for every single scratch you get on yourself!

Ever since her work hours shortened dramatically, Eula gets to be home a lot more. She will gladly welcome you home after work with a warm meal and lots of cuddles. 

Don’t think you will be neglected because of the kids. Your wife will make sure to give attention to you as well.

Oh, and about attention. Eula is a good mother, maybe even too good. See, she’ll hog most of the quality time with your kids, at least when they will be young. It’s usually a competition between you two over who gets to go out with the little ones. 

Who would expect a bottomless supply of patience from her? She’ll spend 16 hours a day with her offspring and she will love it. 

Eula is a very caring mom, but she sometimes struggles with correcting bad behaviors and administering punishment. So yeah. You’ll get to do the unpleasant work. 

She will ingrain only universal qualities and morals into her kids, making sure to teach them that the sins of those who came before don’t cross out the person of today. 

Will not influence the careers her kids will pursue, but will help wherever she can. 

Just… be by her side when they grow up and leave to chase their own ambitions. She will feel very lonely if you don’t. 

10/10, no doubt. Always wanted to have kids, and prepared accordingly. She will raise some great individuals with your help.

Keqing

Keqing has three goals in life. First - and foremost - to build a strong, independent and prosperous Liyue Harbor. Second - to find a partner, and third - to start a family. 

Well, she had three. Now, only the first one remains. The young Keqing is not the same woman as the Keqing of today. She had grown immensely, but in a troublesome direction. 

You see, Keqing’s dreams are… not actually hers. They never were. It all comes down to her upbringing. 

Keqing is a part of Liyue nobility, who have strict values and goals. From her earliest days, those objectives and desires were imprinted on her mind. Everything she did was centered around the execution of them, not leaving much space for her own aspirations. Well, no time was left for it either - she was constantly snowed under assignments, tests, meetings and internships. She always had to prove herself, prove that she is indeed worthy of her family name. 

And so, her dream of having a family faded and faded, until nothing of the motivation was left. Like with every childhood dream she had. 

All of that pressure also resulted in her problems with interpersonal relations. Focused around achieving her ‘own’ goals, she saw (and still sees) others as elements of the background, coworkers or useful tools and assets in reaching her objectives. Keqing has become selfish. Self-centered. Egoistic. 

For example: People say Ganyu’s mindset is hard to understand, but that’s a nifty little lie to hide the severe lack of compassion and basic empathy for her among others in Liyue. Keqing may have had a hand in propagating this statement. Independent of what Ganyu sees Keqing as, the former will never see the secretary as anything else than an inferior at whom she can throw more and more assignments.  

You may have reawakened her dream from ancient times, when she still used to play with dolls. But Keqing has adopted a specific mindset throughout her life, and that will make pregnancy and child upbringing only another box on her checklist. 

She won’t give up her work, or even limit it for that matter. Her job is more important than family and you, so she’ll agree to a single child at most. And that will be also on the condition you will take care of them. 

She’s the mother that’s never home for sure. Also, a scary one at that. 

Will reprimand her kid, whatever the sex may be, for bad grades. 

Keqing will not understand many struggles someone not like herself may have, such as depression or lack of motivation. It all makes sense in her head - why don’t they work harder? They see how they can end up, right on the streets and outside of Liyue Harbor. Treasure Hoarders, Fatui, beggars and bums. She thinks her child will become just that if they don’t ace all the classes. 

She speaks about this kind of thing often. Why? Because her parents told her the same when she was this age. Many of the awful parenting techniques she was subjected to will creep their way into her own methods. 

Literally the asian parent. She has lots and lots of cash on hand thanks to her job, and she puts an adequate amount of this into the education of her young. Piano lessons, private tutors and martial arts - everything will be covered in this investement. What a shame she doesn’t put an equal amount of effort into this deal.

She will help the kid with school work, but that’s about it. 

Ningguang will surely notice what’s going on between you two, and will mercilessly point it out to Keqing. Maybe with your combined efforts, the woman will be able to change for the better. 

But that chance is quite low.

2/10. Keqing isn’t meant to be a mother. Keqing doesn’t want to be a mother. Not anymore, at least. She is too busy chasing somebody's dream for motherhood.

Thanks for reading!

[everalii]

Random Hogwarts Legacy Girls Headcannons

Now the girls!

I'll be doing a headcannon post for my MC, Claire Beckett, but this is only for the NPC girls.

♡ Poppy Sweeting ♡

• Hates people? Of course, unless they're Ominis Gaunt. She was head over heels for him since she saw the boy sit on the Sorting Hat stool in the 1st year. She was completely overwhelmed when he begun courting her;

• Poppy at first wanted to become a researcher like her grandmother, but after fighting poachers with MC, decided she'd be an auror, and her main goal was to end every poaching camp possible;

• Her last name may be Sweeting, but she enjoys salty food. Shepherds pie is her favourite meal;

• She considers MC her best friend, and eventually, Natsai as well. You'd always see the trio together;

• Was haunted in terrible nightmares by the dragon she saved with MC. In her dreams, she failed to save her. Ominis was the one to comfort her, and he commissioned a necklace with a dragon pendant for her, the pendantwas charmed to calm her dreams;

• Transfiguration was her second favourite class, however, she'd cry if the task was to transfigure some creature into and inanimate object;

• She's passionate Cancer, born in june 27th.

◇ Natsai Onai ◇

• Her biggest dream is to return to Uganda, where she can roam free as a gazelle;

• But, if she was to stay in Britain, she would love to become and auror with Poppy and MC. They would ravage poachers and ashwinders;

• Her best friend is Anne, and she was the only one to know about her animagi form until MC and later, Poppy. The proximity with Anne also made her close to Sebastian. Garreth was also her best friend, and she suspected he fancies Anne;

• Is the seeker of the Gryffindor quidditch team. She caught the snitch three times already! Her broom was once jinxed so she wouldn't be able to catch it, but she did it anyway;

• When in Hogwarts, she corresponded with her friends in Uagadou, and they found extremely weird to wield magic with a wand. She has grown fond of her wand, but every time she could, she'd cast wandless magic just to impress people;

• She got very self conscious of her colour and hair texture when she got in Britain, but Anne helped her to overcome her insecurities;

• Born in January 6th, she's a strong capricorn.

♤ Anne Sallow ♤

• She was actually the troublemaker of the twins. Ominis had to put up with 2 idiots sharing a single braincell;

• Her favourite class was Herbology, she would stay for hours in the greenhouse with professor Garlick chatting and tending the gardens;

• Once, Cressida spread a rumor about Anne and Ominis being involved romantically during their 4th year. Anne and Natty broke into the restricted section so she could get a book on hexes. She hexed Cressida's hair to turn into a green goo. Anne was in detention for a good 3 weeks, but the Gryffindor never lied about her again;

• Anne is a legilimens, and Sebastian is a natural occlumens. Despite being difficult, Sebastian doesn't lock is thoughts with much efficiency so she can read a few things. Usually is his perverted thoughts of MC, which Anne is disgusted about;

• She was unsure about MC at first, thinking she stole her place in Hogwarts, as everyone of her friends also became friends with MC. But they eventually got along, when she realized her brothers feelings for the new girl;

• Loves to cook and bake. When the pain attacks were sparce, she would bake for her uncle to make him calmer. It helped, and he was way less stressed;

• An her twin, she's a Sagittarius, born in december 14th. Also, she's was born first.

♤ Imelda Reyes ♤

• Her family comes from Spain, and when nervous, she shouts in spanish. Due to her spanish blood, she was supposed to be admitted to Beauxbaton, but much to her British mothers satisfaction, she received a Hogwarts acceptance letter;

• Her older brother plays in the Spanish National quidditch team, however, Imelda's wish is to play in the British team so she can beat him;

• Couldnt sstand Everett, only the mention of his name makes the blood boil in her veins. Hes always teasing her and she was always fighting him. During their 7th year, she realized she'd fallen for him and it haunted her for good. They begun courting shortly after graduation;

• Secretly loves romance novels, and spent 7 years day dreaming about the one she would marry;

• Also dances very well. Somehow, she managed to teach flamenco to Garreth, and they dance at parties and gatherings;

• Is very lightweight when it comes to alcohol, a cup of butterbeer makes her head dizzy and rambling non-sense.

• A very hot heated Virgo, born in september 8th

Any girl you want headcannons? Tell me in the comments.

Also, my own birthday was mentioned, guess which girl I gave it to.

Love y'all