#mainly drew Love and Blood because of their pelt

[yes-asil]

Really enjoy The Average Adventures of Genericpaw, so I drew the main cast (as well as a re-colour for silly fun)

[beowulfs-booty-call]

SG Headcanons? SG Headcanons: Beowulf Edition™

Beowulf is stated to be very patriotic in his voice lines and Parasoul references his work “with” them, before rudely telling him to retire if she wins against him. This means that she also knew about the plan with the Medici Mafia to fight a drugged Grendel and win against him for the sake of the war against foreigners / the Skullgirls. However, this may also mean Beowulf participated in the war or had some sort of encounter with the royal family, if not being the entertainment for them in some manner. I personally think King Renoir oversaw his match against Grendel and made sure to work the deal so as to work up the favor for the canopy kingdom.

Beowulf also likes to drink Chamomile tea after first killing Grendel, it was offered to him as a way to sleep, and as such, it helped get over the restless nights where all he could sometimes do was realize… He may have actually killed a friend. I wanna think that there is some idea that he’s killed Grendel, but he’s repressed it into the psyche he plays off as Beowulf™

There’s been times Beowulf sits on the couch just to hope he can relax, but all he does is sit in his robe, boxers and tank top and just idles. His mind runs a whole bunch and he’s distracted with the idea of “What’s his purpose? What’s his use? What really is Beowulf?”

I actually project myself through Beowulf, lot like other characters such as Terra Branford or Eriko Kirishima, but I like to believe that Beowulf actually took his name up instead of being born with it. If not, he went with “Just Beowulf” instead because he’s a simple guy. That’s all he needs.

He’s also a really hard worker, but, he’s prone to sometimes over doing it AKA training every day with his weights or the gym because it’s been mentally drilled into him. If he wanted to be the best, he HAD to be the best. It’s one of the reasons he drinks Chamomile tea often: to relax and let things take place. At 37 years old, he was prone to feeling like he wouldn’t be able to finish every goal he wanted until he was “old”. He understands a bit better now that his accomplishments will last at the end of his storyline.

In the TV show Annie and Beowulf run, Beowulf is the superhero to the kids of New Meridian, while also taking on many new opponents in the ringside. He’s much more a WWE styled wrestler in that he’s back to being a celeb now, but still has his humble beginnings. He also has dated on and off again, but, even in the show he makes empty compliments / receives them from both genders. “What a strong man…” “Ah, thank you sir! Wulfman eats 8 dozen eggs every mornin’ just for trainin’!” “Oh… If only that amazing, handsome Captain Wulf was here…!” “Never fear, the Wulf is here! And… He’s free any time on Friday 8pm at Yu-Wan’s!”

Every morning he wakes up and does 125 squats, 200 pec decks, 225 crunches…

COMFORT CLOTHES EVERY DAY THIS MAN ONLY WEARS HIS BOXERS AND TANK TOPS OR SWEATS HE’S STILL A COLLEGE STUDENT.

When “incognito”, he just wears sunglasses and a baseball cap. Smooth.

Beowulf has also been a little on the chubby side as a kid, but mainly from eating well from backhome. I like to think he was born in the Canopian kingdom, but just has blood in other places he just hasn’t known or seen yet. It would make sense to the Geatish Trepak or Norse / Viking inspired moves to the original Beowulf anyhow. He came to the Canopy Kingdom fresh out the humble life and immediately found himself attracted to the rough and tumble before being let into the wrestling federation to prove his skills.

I like to think either he got his pelt from a Wolf he grew up with that later died peacefully, or, he hunted when he was younger before seeing a wolf die at the end of the hunt. No use for wolf meat where he came from, and in anger at the loss of life, he skinned the wolf for its pelt and vowed to take its place instead. He’s vehement of animal rights, but also tries his best to be open to nature despite hunting as his ideology is to live off the land with just what he needs.

I wanna also say that where Beo grew up in may have a cultural practice where the people take the pelts of animals they use to represent themselves. Bears for patriarchs/matriarchs, weasels / rats for children, otters for teens, and so on so forth. The wolf pelt was taboo and he later used it in rebellion to what he saw in it. Another idea is that the wrestling federation also has animal gimmicks as a way of bringing in the crowd Ala “The man from outta nowhere / Down under.”

Actually has a secret pen name and writes critiques about Operas / musicals and has an appreciation for Jazz as well as the late Contiello  family. He has been known to show up, decked out, and seat himself in the best seat, only to scream at the singers / actors with critiques. “JEEZ, MARIA, CAN YOU SING ANY LOWER? I CAN’T HEAR YOU FROM THE BALCONY.” “HEY SKULLBETH, DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND BREAK A LEG WITH THAT CLASS ACT.” “YOU CALL THAT AN ARIA, I CALL THAT DIAR–” Of course no one expects this, so, the surprise comes in the form of a well made, thought out essay based on the finer points of the actions and tribulations the actors did or sang. He’s also a stickler for analysis!

The Hurting was actually a parting gift from the local wrestling federation: Just like Hrunting was given to him by Unferth, The Hurting was given to Beowulf by his old sleazy manager where ironically, hasn’t proven unuseful to this day

Immediately and utterly distracted by dogs, he can’t help it. He’s consumed with love over them and would postpone a battle just to pet one.

Unlike the public opinion, he has a master’s degree in English as well as Sociology, though, he’s not one to flex the brain muscles because he has to maintain the psyche of a warrior half the time. This is why he always whispers when fighting with people, while also pretending wrestling is “real” and “isnt”, he’s more focused on maintaining character

Grendel can in fact hear everything Beowulf is saying pre-Marie death, however, all he hears is Beowulf’s fighting quotes: “RUNNIN’ WILD, ALL’S CHAIR, TAKE A LOAD OFF!” (I have a comic planned for this lol)

Grendel’s arm is partially sentient, though he can hear and act, he still gets where his “friend” is coming from time to time. 

The Hurting gets reupholstered time to time, lots of fashion choices to be really honest, too little time to decide.

Unironically, Beowulf actually digs wearing skimpy clothes / speedos when weather permitting / in the mood, however… He doesn’t understand the social aspects of one, so, one he ran into the ring in a regular wrestling speedo and well… Let’s just say there’s a reason the beta drew that ONLY.

Went to college with Adam Kapowski, though, he mainly spoke to him over complaining about his physical education courses / wrestling club “Look, man, I got this cute professor but like, he doesn’t know jack shit over suplexing. Why? BECAUSE EVEN VICTORIA CAN SUPLEX ME BETTER THAN HE CAN”

Has once met Ms. Victoria during his offseason time when retired and she thought he was a villain when he applied to be a librarian, however, when she shows up as D. Violet, and scopes him out “closing” up, she finds him… Bench pressing book cases before she hurries back, still very concerned over the fact that she has to share her students with a supposed gigan wrestler.

Children flock to him for advice and training, and he loves it. When working as a librarian, he would help tutoring or cheer on students, as well as the whacky prank of stealing the janitor’s mop and mobile and would ride it down the halls with the kids. 

When time came to retire out of retirement, the kids came together and made him a botched card thanking him for all he did. Later, he would return to the ring and dedicate his first match to those very kids, and Ms. Victoria, who all sat in the front seats to the match, each with free Wulf™ merch.

Victoria respects him after this, though, she believes he may just be the silliest warrior to show up. D.Violet though has an unrequited crush on him. I’m tickled to fathom they maybe get married, but Beo isn’t one for really being tied down as he is now.

I’m biased to saying he marries me, but hey, that’s not what this post is about: Relationship wise, Beo is fine with no ring, but he’s not much for the ball and chain. He likes to build things up slow and steady, and extremely affectionate due to not receiving that love as much before.

Despite his exterior, his chest hair is like, soft af. Arm hair though isn’t easy and lemme tell you, dude is hairy everywhere. So, he makes it a point to not care and just trim the beard here and there. Also made a very bad commercial about hair loss and body hair despite the fact he doesn’t have those issues.

His hair is super curly so he just brushes it to the side. That’s it. That’s the goddamn cowlick hair cut we all love

Is the only one to know Annie’s true self, but pretends not to for the sake of being another “dumb mortal”. He implies he knows Annie isn’t the same Annie as “before”, but only to draw her ire. At the end of the story line, though, Annie and him grow closer enough that he admits his knowledge and Annie becomes his wingman and bro. 

And I mean bro as in, homegirl screens all would be dates / gf / bf and also manages to make time to meet at their favorite local diner. She hates the amount of hate he gets time to time for being “basic” but she herself is your run of the mill “anime magical girl”. Annie chalks it up to the fact no one cares about talent anymore, but Beowulf still believes Annie has some talent left in her, despite her not seeing it. It’s one of those key reasons she’s very big on his wellbeing: He trusts and believes in her when not many people do. They just believe in the girl of the stars, not Annie.

Annie likes to WHUMP her face on him when embarrassed, and many a time people have walked into his chest or abs because he’s 6′7″ HE’S A FUCKING GIANT. He doesn’t mind it, in fact, he’s flattered by it on the inside ‘cuz he’s a smug Wulf.

Annie, after about 2 weeks being his best friend, cracks many raunchy jokes with him, though, he also brags about certain things he knows she probably won’t experience to her dismay. “Man, Annie, I would have really taken you out to the bar, but oh, I forgot, they don’t serve children!” “Wulf, you’re lucky a 12 year old can’t stab a middle aged man.” “Excuse me princess, would you like another helping of Dinosaur nuggets and fries?”

Tired Wulf Boi Curls Up and Sleps

Cried because he saw those ASPCA commercials

Would fuck a werewolf. Would fuck a monster for the ride of his life. Would also have the gas running and the car ready in case you need the body hid. He’s a ride or die sort of dude, he makes it known when you wake him up too early without context.

“Oh, gosh, golly, gee” is something he copies from Annie time to time

Struggles also, not to curse around her. Dick-tionary, Ass-ets, Douche-Nozzler the gobbledygook. All Annie™ words.

Broke a laptop just by touching it, can now hold a toaster in his hands.

Would not get the reality of wearing a collar. “Wow, you must have a nice do–”

Is still waking up each morning ready to find and craft his purpose in life. He’s used to it not knowing, but he’s clearing his head so far

[racehas2hands]

Learning To Fight- Spot

As the King, Benny didn't usually get attached to other newsies. Of course he made sure his boys were fed, but his reputation revolved around being feared for respect. He was raised to survive and kids simply couldn't risk attachment when life was kill or be killed.

When Sean Conlon first came to the Lodging House, he looked pitiful- a scrawny nine year old with scraggly hair and bruises covering him from head to toe, the typical Brooklyn runaway. Benny would have overlooked him if it wasn't for the rage behind his eyes.

He mainly stayed quiet, a little hesitant to talk in this new environment, but when he did speak it was usually loud, rushed, and rude. On the second day, his sharp tongue got him soaked by a few older newsies “teaching him a lesson” by adding a few bruises to his dad’s collection.

Benny would never admit that he saw his younger self in Sean because the thought itself was sappy, but his paternal instincts wouldn't let the kid fend for his own. Sean was angry and impulsive, but he also had nightmares and hid during thunderstorms. After all of his recklessness, he was still just a scared little kid.

Often, everyone forgets how young these type of boys are because nearly every orphan in Brooklyn is a “troubled kid”. Benny usually guides them from a distance, but something about Sean’s self-defense mechanism told him he’d have to get closer. There was no way he’d be able to protect him, so he had to teach him to protect himself.

A week after Sean’s first day, he was laying on his bunk with his hands covering his face. He wiped dried blood from his nose and breathed slowly, pretending that his throat wasn't tight.

“Keep getting bruised and we’re going to have to start calling you Spot.”

Sean jumped at the sudden voice and quickly ripped his hands from his face as he sat up, his head missing the roof of his bunk. He swallowed hard and put on a stoic look. “What do you want?”

Benny grabbed Sean’s chin. He tensed up, allowing Benny to examine his new black eye before suddenly pulling out of his grip and nearly falling off of the bed.

Benny clicked his tongue. “You already looked like a dalmatian when you got here, but this is just ridiculous.” He shook his head, ignoring Sean’s sneer. “So I’ll give you the offer of a lifetime; make you less pitiful and teach yous to fight.”

“I don’t need your help.” Sean jumped to his feet in a failed attempt to seem taller. “I can take care of myself! I’m older than I look.”

Benny scoffed, “I sure hope so because you look six.”

Sean gritted his teeth. He wanted to yell back that he was nine, that he wasn't afraid of big bad Benny. Except he was. Benny was a teenager, but he was still an authority figure and Sean didn't exactly have the best history with authority figures.

“I’ll tell you what, Spot. Come to the docks tomorrow night after dinner or don’t come and let that temper of yours keep getting you soaked.” Benny leaned down with his hands on his knees to get to Sean’s eye level. “The choice is yours. I won’t wait up.”

He ruffled Sean’s hair and left with a patronizing smirk.

The next day, Sean hesitantly approached the docks. He rubbed his thumb with his palm and hung his legs over the edge as he waited for Benny. Staring down into the the water, he pelted a rock at his bruised reflection before laying back to view the sky with a huff. 

In the quite, Sean couldn't help but think of how none of this was fair. It wasn't fair that his dad drank or that he was forced to sell papers he could barely carry. That he had to learn to fight because he constantly felt like exploding and everything made him want to tear his hair out. 

Sean sat up and threw another rock in the water, letting out a frustrated groan. A small chuckle came from behind him and he jumped, quickly turning around to see Benny.

“Fighting the water is easy. Stand up.”

Sean scrambled to his feet.

Benny nodded, “Show me your stance.”

Sean quickly put up his fists. Benny walked around him and gently pushed Sean’s feet with his cane until he had proper footing for a fight. “More balance with your legs spread like that. Bend your knees a little...Good, now hit me.”

Sean looked Benny up and down, wondering if this was some trick. Then he thought “fuck it”, took a deep breath, and aimed for the center of Benny’s chest because he couldn't reach his face. Benny blocked him and thought for a second about showing Sean where he went wrong. Instead he decided that he wanted his trust, so he simply said, “Your swing was too wide, it left you open for a counterattack. Again.”

Spot clenched his jaw and swung again, another hit that was easily blocked by Benny.

“Tighter elbow. Again.”

He swung again, letting out an annoyed yell. Benny caught his small fist in his hand. “Control yourself. Fighting is all about control and that was sloppy. You have a lot of anger, but don’t you dare let it get the better of you. You’re too smart for that. You have too much potential, Spot. Go again.”

Sean stared at him blankly, his fist still in Benny’s now open palm. He drew it back cautiously, holding his hands to his chest and furrowing his eyebrows- half in confusion and half in distrust. He asked slowly, a sharp edge to his voice. “Potential for what?

“Whatever you want.”

Sean shook his head and subconsciously drew a few steps back. He tried to stutter out a reply before Benny continued, holding up his hands to show there was nothing to hide. “Listen, Spot. I know you've been through some shit. We've all have. I know your Pop probably beat you and told you you’re worthless. It happens to a lot of kids. You’re young, but you can be a king someday if your trap doesn't kill ya.”

He winked. Sean didn't want to trust Benny, yet there was nothing in his body telling him not to. No signs that this was an elaborate trick. He looked at the cane in his pants loop, “You think?”

“I know, kid. Go again.”

Sean stepped forward and swung again. For the next few hours, Benny showed him different techniques for defensive and offensive positions until it was too late and Sean was too tired to keep going.

After, it only took a day for the other newsies to latch onto Sean’s new nickname. He tried to fight it for a week but everyone knew nicknames were set in stone. Benny halfheartedly apologized, except Sean blew it off. Truthfully, it was growing on him. The name was almost a new beginning reminding him where he came from and who brought him up.

Benny and Sean’s relationship was a little slow to bloom around the high walls both boy’s built, but once it took off it grew quick and strong. Years after Sean was done learning, they still sparred weekly to bond and let Sean get out pent up anger.

“Faster on your feet, come on.” Benny blocked a hit then swung, a fast punch that purposely grazed his opponent’s cheek.

Sean let out a frustrated groan and kicked Benny in the back of the knee, getting in two punches to the stomach while he regained his balance. He backed up, keeping his fists up. “You’re not letting me win, are you?”

Benny scoffed and swiped at Sean’s legs, sending him to the ground. “In your dreams, Spot.”

As he got closer, Sean scrambled to all fours, flung himself in between Benny’s legs so he was behind him, and delivered three punches to his sides. As Benny turned around, Spot ducked and backed up again.

Benny held back a laugh, these sessions were becoming more of a workout than he bargained for when Sean was younger. He always told him to use his height to his advantage, since they both figured there’s no way he’s going to grow past 5’4”, but this was ridiculous.

“You know, we really should have called you Snake. You're a slippery bastard.” 

Benny swung and hit Sean under the eye with enough force to send adrenaline through his knuckles but not enough to bruise. He couldn't have his little brother walking around looking like he got soaked.

Sean staggered and instinctively set themselves back into starting position a few feet away from each other. They circled each other, throwing out loving taunts.

“Come on is that all you got?”

“I got more than you ever had and I'm only eleven!”

“Prove it, Short Stop!” Benny grinned as Sean ran at him. They played around for a few minutes just dodging and swinging their fists, some landing on Sean and even fewer landing on Benny. Then Benny slipped on one of the planks.

Sean allowed the adrenaline to guide him and landed his punch directly at Benny’s nose. It started to bleed.

Sean’s eyes widened, he was so excited that he didn't realize how hard his hit was. He glanced back and forth between his bloody knuckles and his best friend’s nose. “Shit Benny, I didn't-”

Benny wiped his nose then erupted into a loud, boisterous laugh. He pulled Sean into his chest and ruffled his hair. “I guess that's enough for today, yeah?”

Sean nodded, “Sorry.”

Benny scoffed and bent down so he was face to face with Sean. He put his hands on his shoulders, “Don't you go apologizing. You got me, that was a good move!” he shook his shoulders, earning a small smile. “Maybe a little too hard for sparring, but you didn't mean it.”

Benny paused as the dinner bell rang from the Lodging House. He wiped his nose again, the blood already stopping. “Wash your knuckles in the river. If my nose starts to bruise, we’re saying it's nobody's business alright?”

“You got it, Benny.” Sean rubbed his knuckles in the river, ignoring the stinging from the salt in his cuts.

While walking back to the lodging house, Benny threw his arm around Sean’s shoulder. “You've come far, Spot. I’m proud of you.”

Sean smiled and pushed Benny’s arm off. He called him sappy and pulled a face, but Benny knew the comment meant the world to him.