#welcome to headcanon city

[mrsrookhunt]

Hot take if Malleus came to our world no one would even question it unless he was at an anime expo.

Malleus: Yuu, I thought you said there were only humans in your world?

Yuu: Yeah, why?

Malleus:... I thought I'd get more questions.

Yuu: oh yeah no that's like the top way to get canceled on the internet

Malleus:...Canceled..?

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BUT imagine he comes to your world using a portal that lands him in an anime convention and-

Stranger 1: Oh my god those look so realistic, can I touch them?

Stranger 2: Ayo how did you make those? Resin and acrylic? Dude those are sick.

Stranger 3: Ooh where'd you get those contacts?

Malleus: .....they LIKE ME ohsevensohsevensohsevens---

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I'm such a whore for mixing both worlds lmfao but let's be honest Malleus would shrivel up and die in our world as soon as someone told him 'just use Google maps' when he asked a stranger for directions to your house.💀

[dailymothanon]

would you ever design new orleans? i think they would look interesting in ur style... (although im mainly thinking abt the new orleans from american horror story /autism i am not that knowledgeable about actual new orleans)

Ohh yes ofc ofc ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ wish I did more gold and green in her design because 🤔 mardi gras and such, but I like how she ended up for this quick concept! Idk Louisiana as a whole just gives me so much purple vibes that I forget to use the other colors 💔 anyways also ty ty to @ghost-jamie for the hair and fits inspirations!! I’m certainly gonna try the other clothes too

[zephyr-ocs]

First Impressions, Pete's POV There's only one person allowed to mansplain zombie movies to cute girls and it's Pete DiNunzio

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

....hi larry.

yeahhi hahahahhaha

[stawpny]

hcs maybe bc I feel like I know things but putting them into words is the hard part

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-If NY was a teacher he would totally be a chorus teacher and the part-time drama director. (Mass would teach English and they would totally kiss in between periods)

-Each of the OG 13 cannot see the states as their current age so they treat them like children

-I have realllyy like complex lore for like each of NY’s cities/places like Long Island, NYC, Albany, Buffalo, and others. (I’m willing to share but idk if u guys even wanna know 😭)

-Texas has a full-MAGA truck, Five Flags saying “Trump 2024” and “Fuck Joe Biden” and is absolutely decked out in Trump stickers. It is also a ford f-150 bc what else could he drive.

-^Cal would probably just have a single sticker saying “Harris-Walz” bc he isn’t all messy like that 🤧 (he is, but he keeps it on the down-low)

-Papa Penn and Mama Ginny -> courtesy of Florida

-Jersey sometimes finds New York sitting on the bathroom floor eating cheese and crackers. (He will just start throwing crackers at him until he leaves)

-I feel like New York’s reaction to literally anything kind would be “ew” but in like a weird flustered way. Not like a asshole kinda way, more of like a awkward teenager.

^ “Thank you! You’re so sweet!” “eeeww..”

-California would emphasize his words with “uh” at the end. “No-uh” or “Go away-uh” like the valley girl he is.

-when NY gets too cranky, they send him back to his room for nap time.

New York: I fuckin’ hate all of yous.

Massachusetts: Is it naptime already?

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anyway uh

it’s been a bit since I did like kinda traditional hc’s

but I hope you liked them

ily <3

[goldengay49]

Missouri: so me and Kansas decided we don’t want kids

Kansas: but we still have to tell JR

[emin-folly]

One of the biggest lies DC sold me is that Alan Scott and Batman/Bruce Wayne have barely any interaction together Like, what do you MEAN Alan "Dressed-up-in-bizarre-clothes-to-scare-criminals" Scott didn't influence Bruce to become a scary crimefighter of his own?? What do you MEAN Alan didn't become Bruce's mentor and teach him how to vigilante, literally hOW

[mkzmerryfriend]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys - My Chemical Romance (Album) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fun Ghoul/Party Poison (Danger Days) Characters: Party Poison (Danger Days), Fun Ghoul (Danger Days), Jet Star (Danger Days), Kobra Kid (Danger Days), Original Killjoy Characters (Danger Days) Additional Tags: Zones Culture and Customs (Fabulous Killjoys), Android Party Poison (Danger Days), Angst with a Happy Ending, Wedding Planning Series: Part 8 of Killjoys Summary:

They've dealt with so much in their lives, put themselves in danger countless times, almost died for one another several times, and have put off one of the most important moments of their lives in order to save just about everyone from the deadliest "natural" event in the zones to date. But now, it's finally time.

The train is broken down, the turnstiles to the underground levels of the city are closed, and the people of the zones all need help, but if the Killjoys can manage to make it out the other side of the zones' restoration, the promise of a beachfront wedding is waiting for Party Poison and Fun Ghoul. That is, if they survive that long...

Welcome back to the zones. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car at all times, and remember to have fun!

[revorto]

oh yeah , if it's too hot outside , you'll see steam coming off of pyke. sorry buddy , you are evaporating now.

[mystalwartheart]

An AU story just popped into my head. RE2, RE3 and Outbreak aren't part of my Jill's main verse, but I was just thinking about what she'd do in a verse where those events do happen. You'd think I'd just have her fill Jill's role in RE3, but actually I think it'd be fun to have her with the Outbreak Survivors instead.

I quite like Outbreak and its cast (I was considering doing a Cindy RP blog, actually), and I made Jill a patron of Jack's Bar as a little nod to them in both "Welcome to Raccoon City" and "The Last Call". I think it'd be interesting to have her at the bar with the others when the titular Outbreak happens, and sort of taking charge of them as a team to help them all escape. I think she'd get along with Mark and Cindy especially, and she'd be able to keep Kevin on a short leash in a way most characters can't. She could get through to David with her straightforward, no-BS attitude. I also have Elza (one half of my verse's version of Claire) as a Jack's regular, and the snarky lady biker with the mouth to match adds another fun dynamic.

[dailymothanon]

have you drawn any of the cities (besides the alaskan ones) at all yet? like Miami, New York, Austin, etc?

I've drawn Austin but that was way way way long ago and I do not have a design for him yet!! So i'm thinking to working on them, This one's Miami ofc, the fedora doesn't lie, flirtatious nitwit that I can't stand 😡(lying). Don't ask me how Florida knows what mitosis is, I wouldn't know. I got like three requests for this bug so i figured I should probably do him 🤔 enjoy Miami folks!!

[devouraes]

[prlssprfctn]

What do you think about this?

I thought it...

Jason is emotionally adopted by every rogue, villain and enemy of Batman and the BatFam with the exception of the Clown

Like he can just annoy Tim by requesting Ra's to please give him Tim's spleen jar and show it to Tim before giving it back to Ra's.

Each bat kid has one rogue that is connected to them and Jason becomes the favorite of all Robins because... 1 is to be petty and 2 he broke down the enemies defenses and made himself their favorite.

Jason is petty like that.

i actually love this! funnily enough, i think Jason accidentally befriended a few of them even as Robin (an interesting detail: as Robin Jason was very inclined to believe that rogues of Gotham can actually change, while Bruce brushed him off; in one of comics, he really wanted to believe that Penguin had changed their ways, and, of course, he turned out to be wrong, and Bruce explained him that people like him don't change, but isn't it just *so* curious and feels like unintentional foreshadowing? especially, considering that Bruce pushes the "this kid would end up a criminal [or dead] if not for me" from the very beginning of Jason's arc?)

but back to the point, i absolutely love this headcanon. i don't think he will tolerate *all* of them (definitely not Penguin and Crane, I think; Harley, depending on how triggered he is just by Joker association), but the most? for sure. putting my bet that Selina and Pamela might be his favourite, actually.

the funniest part most of them are, like, nerds with PHD. that's exactly a type of people that will welcome his rants about books and law, politics and economy, and— you get it.

and then, there is Ra's. they are very annoying to each other, but they collaborate when they know that their ideas and duo will annoy others. Bruce is getting grey hair every time he knows Jason is at LoA again? Ra's announce that Jason is his grandson as well. Dick is getting a tick because Al Ghul's family is his least favourite family in the world? Jason *accidentally* mixes up chats and sends Dick his selfie with Ra's instead of Talia. bonus points: Dick hates that his chat is somewhere next to Talia, too.

do he also help rogues on occasions when he wants to annoy Bruce? sure.

Batman, trying to catch Selina after she stole something from city hall again:

Jason, calling him in the middle of the chase: Sos, emergency

Batman, pausing: Son? What's wrong?

Jason: I am stuck resolving Riddler's shit, and I really need help with the last one.

Batman: What is it?????

Jason: What cat says when Bat fails again?

Batman: Uh—

Jason, before hanging up dramatically: Don't be mean to your second son.

Batman: Excuse me—

Selina, hopping on a suspiciously familiar bike with a suspiciously familiar vigilante driving it: Muah!

Batman: Shit.

Dick, barging inside the Cave, furious: Had you managed to fight with Jason again?

Bruce: ...How did you know?

Dick: I've spent thirteen hours trying to resolve all Riddler's trials. Some of them were required to quote Jane Austin and fill blanks in Edgar Allan Poe's poems. HOW DO I KNOW?!? GO AND APOLOGISE, YOU STUPUD OLD MAN.

Bruce: ^_^

Red Hood and Riddler on the other side of town: (collective evil giggles)

Tim, sighing, because police asked Red Robin to regulate Poison's Ivy rally in front of CGDP building: Man, it is Sunday...

Tim, squinting at a familiar figure in leather jacket: Jason? What the fuck you are doing here? Are you under Ivy's pollen influence, too?

Jason, holding a big ass poster: Nah, man, just helping my girl Pam

Tim: ...Honestly. Whatever. I'll leave the territory to you.

[calypso-rt]

Rafe x CityGirl!Reader

-> headcanons/blurbs

☁︎ Rafe had met plenty of girls before, but none who insulted him within thirty seconds of meeting: so naturally, he was obsessed.

You weren’t sure what hellscape you had stepped into, but it smelled like saltwater, cheap beer, and male audacity. The Outer Banks had been your mother’s idea “A fresh start, sweetheart! Away from the noise! You’ll love it!” but so far, all you had discovered was that people here drove trucks the size of small apartments and thought “formal wear” meant putting a shirt on. Which brings you to this exact moment: standing at some rich guy’s backyard party, watching a tall, broad-shouldered blond wipe his mouth with the back of his hand after chugging a beer. He caught you staring, grinned like he knew something you didn’t, and swaggered over. "You're new," he stated, like he owned the town. You gave him a slow once-over: the backwards hat, the sunburnt nose, the pastel shorts. “You dress like you unironically listen to country music.” Rafe blinked. Then smirked. "What if I do?" You raised a brow. “Then I have to ask… is it a choice or a condition?” His laughter came quick, surprised. “Alright, city girl.” He tilted his head, clearly intrigued now. “You always this charmin'?” You sipped your drink, shrugged. “Only when I’m suffering.” His smirk deepened. “Well, in that case…” He leaned in, voice dropping. “Welcome to hell, darlin'.” And, okay. Maybe your heart skipped a beat. But you’d blame that on the humidity.

☁︎ CityGirl consistently makes fun of his accent: "Say Y’all Again."

Rafe was leaning against his truck, arms crossed, smirking at you like he had you all figured out. "Y’all really don’t get how things work down here, huh?" You blinked at him. Then tilted your head. "Say that again." Rafe frowned slightly. "What?" "You heard me. Say y’all again." He narrowed his eyes. "Y’all." A slow smile spread across your lips. "Oh my God." Rafe scoffed. "What?" "You’re like… a real Southern boy." You placed a hand on your chest, faking awe. "Do you ride a horse to school? Churn your own butter? Do you—" "Shut up." He rolled his eyes, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching. You weren’t done. "No, seriously. Do you, like, wake up at dawn to mend fences?" "Mend fences?" He snorted. "Jesus, city girl, I ain’t a cowboy." You gasped, dramatic. "Wait. Say ‘fixin’ to’ real quick." "I’m not—" "Please, Rafe." You clasped your hands together, eyes big. "For science." He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. Then, in the flattest, most unamused voice, "I’m fixin’ to lose my mind." You howled with laughter. "Oh, this is amazing." Rafe shook his head, exasperated. But when you weren't looking? He was grinning

☁︎ CityGirl Didn’t Get the OBX Lifestyle at First.

“So, like… what do you guys do here?” Rafe glanced over at you from where he was lounging in a deck chair, beer in hand. “Boats, surf, drink.” You stared at him, waiting for more. When nothing came, you blinked. “Okay. That’s one activity.” Rafe squinted at you like you’d just said something deeply offensive. “Drinking on a boat is a full event.” You scoffed. “No, it’s not. That’s just drinking. But, like… on a boat.” “Exactly,” Rafe said, like that proved his point. You shook your head. “That’s not an activity. That’s just location-based alcoholism.” Rafe wheezed, nearly choking on his drink. “Jesus Christ, city girl—” You weren’t done. “What else do you do? Like, for fun?” Rafe leaned back, smirking. “Offshore fishing.” “That’s sitting and waiting. Next.” “Bonfires.” “Okay, that’s fire and standing.” Rafe ran a hand down his face, exasperated but clearly amused. “You really don’t get it, do you?” You crossed your arms. “I just think it’s crazy that none of you have hobbies that aren’t waiting for a fish or standing near fire.” He leaned forward suddenly, eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Alright, city girl. I’ll make you a deal.” You raised a brow. “Oh, God.” He smirked. “One weekend. You do OBX our way. No complainin’. No makin’ fun.” You pursed your lips, considering. “…Can I still be slightly judgmental?” Rafe laughed, shaking his head. “You physically can’t help it, can ya?” You grinned. “Not even a little.”

☁︎ Rafe vows to give CityGirl the OBX experience which...doesn't go very swimmingly

“You ready for your official OBX initiation?” Rafe asked, grinning as he handed you a fishing rod. You held it like it was a bomb. “…This is a stick.” Rafe sighed, running a hand down his face. “It’s a rod, city girl. You fish with it.” You wrinkled your nose. “Right. And what’s the end goal here? To touch a fish?” “Jesus Christ.” He was already regretting this. Ten minutes later, you were sitting on the edge of the boat, feet up, sunglasses on, completely ignoring the fishing rod propped against the side. Rafe squinted at you. “You’re not even tryin'.” “I am trying,” you corrected, sipping the drink he got you. “I’m trying not to touch a slimy, flopping sea creature.” Rafe sighed dramatically. “Fine. Next lesson.” Rafe’s truck was massive. You had to climb into the driver’s seat like it was an obstacle course. “You’re gonna let me drive?” you asked, adjusting the seat. Rafe smirked. “No. But I am gonna let you try.” You grinned, hitting the gas, then immediately slammed the brakes when the truck lurched forward like a beast. “OH MY GOD,” you shrieked. “WHY IS IT SO BIG?” Rafe was dying laughing. “That’s what she—” “Shut up, Cameron!” By the time he handed you a beer and told you to shotgun it, you were already exhausted. “Okay, you just crack it and chug,” Rafe explained, demonstrating. He downed his like it was water. You mimicked him, popping yours open... and immediately choking as it fizzed everywhere. “OH GOD.” You coughed. “IT TASTES LIKE BREAD WATER.” Rafe doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. You wiped your mouth, glaring. “This town is a scam.” Rafe, still wheezing, threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You’re the worst country girl ever, darlin'.” You leaned into him despite yourself, sighing dramatically. “I know.”

☁︎ Rafe feels like a fish outta water when CityGirl introduces him to NYC

Rafe had never looked more out of place in his entire life. “This is hell,” he muttered as another cab screeched past, the driver screaming something in rapid-fire Italian. You grinned, linking your arm through his. “Welcome to New York, country boy.” First stop: the subway. Rafe eyed the train car like it was a cage match. “So we just…get in?” “Yes, Rafe. Like normal people.” He stepped on hesitantly, gripping the pole like a lifeline. The moment the train lurched forward, he stumbled... hard. “Shit—” You caught his arm, dying laughing. “Wow, look at that. Big, bad Rafe Cameron can’t stand up on a moving train.” Rafe scowled. “You know what? I hope a rat bites you.” Next stop: a bagel shop. “What can I getcha?” the cashier asked, already impatient. Rafe stared at the menu like it was written in Greek. “Uh…I’ll have a plain bagel. With, uh…cream cheese?” The guy deadpanned. “Yeah, no shit.” Rafe turned to you, confused. “Did I do somethin' wrong?” You patted his bicep. “It’s okay. They just hate you.” The final test? Walking through Times Square. Rafe stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk, looking up at the massive LED billboards like a toddler. “Holy hell,” he whispered. “Everything’s movin'.” You sighed, grabbing his wrist. “Okay, before you get pickpocketed—” “I wanna see the big rat.” “The what?” “The big rat,” he repeated, eyes glinting. “I saw a video. There’s a huge one. It carries pizza.” You stared at him. “You mean Pizza Rat?” “Yes.” He looked dead serious. “Take me to him.” You groaned, dragging him away. “We are not hunting for a legendary rodent, Rafe.” He pouted. “Lame.” By the end of the day, he was exhausted, slumped in a cab with his head on your shoulder.

☁︎ Rafe Gets Weirdly Protective

At first, you thought Rafe was just hovering for no reason. But then you realized... he was on high alert anytime you were around Pogues. Like now, at some random bonfire party. He had one arm slung around your waist, his other hand gripping a beer, and his death glare locked on a group of guys who had glanced at you. You sighed. “Rafe, let me breathe, will ya?” “Not around them,” he muttered. You followed his gaze. It was just some scruffy-looking Pogues laughing near the keg. “They’re harmless,” you said. Rafe scoffed. “Don’t talk to 'em. They’ll try to sell you weed.” You deadpanned. “Rafe, you literally sell weed.” “That’s different,” he said immediately. You just stared at him.

☁︎ ...BUT CityGirl Didn’t Need Protecting

Rafe had this thing where he always hovered, always ready to step in. Especially when some drunk guy got too close at a party or some Pogue ran his mouth a little too much. You usually let him. It was cute. But sometimes? Sometimes he forgot you grew up in New York City. Like the time some guy grabbed your wrist at a bonfire, too persistent, too pushy. Rafe was already moving before you even registered what was happening, jaw tight, ready to swing. But before he could so much as blink, you had already twisted your arm free, grabbed the guy’s fingers, and bent them back. “Ow, ow—what the hell?!” The guy yelped, stumbling backward. You just raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to touch people without asking?” Rafe stood there, frozen. “What the—where the fuck did you learn that?” You shrugged, unbothered. “Subway at rush hour.” Rafe shook his head, still in disbelief. “What, did growing up in New York turn ya into a mob boss or somethin'?” You gave him a look. “I’ve been taking the subway alone since I was twelve. You think some drunk dude at a beach intimidates me?” Rafe was quiet for a second. Then he smirked. “Okay. That was kinda hot.”

☁︎ Petty Arguments Were Your Love Language

You and Rafe could turn anything into a full-blown debate. Like last night, when you told him you were absolutely sure you saw a dolphin while you were out on his boat. “That was a log,” Rafe said flatly. You scoffed. “No, it wasn’t. It was alive. It moved.” “It was floatin'.” “It had a face.” Rafe ran a hand down his face. “Logs have shapes, darlin'.” “So do dolphins,” you shot back. “It literally made eye contact with me. We had a moment.” “Sweet fuckin' Jesus.” Or earlier that week, when Rafe insulted New York pizza. You gasped. “Take that back.” “It’s not that good,” he shrugged. Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh, okay. And what’s good pizza to you? Some gas station mystery slice that’s been under a heat lamp for five hours?” Rafe took a dramatic bite of his food-truck pizza, chewing obnoxiously. “Tastes fine to me.” You pointed a finger at him. “I will break up with you.” “No, you won’t.” “Watch me.” (You did not break up with him. But you did refuse to kiss him for the rest of the night.)

A/N: this idea came to me in my dreams & i just had to put it into words...ty for reading!

[tomahachi12]

What's the story behind your drone-sona? Since she has the Cabin Fever tag, I was curious what's the story behind her.

BUCKLE UP, IT'S A LONG ONE (some of this is headcanon crap, so not all info would be show accurate)

Toma (012) was a just regular worker drone working within the offices of the JCJenson Mining Facility.

The area of the offices she worked in had drones split into small groups to complete larger projects. She was part of the group which included Nori (002), Yeva (048) and Alice (017) (I LOVE THEM LEAVE ME ALONE).

She was usually tasked with taking paperwork back and forth between her group to turn in or for them to work on, something she was.. pretty bad at.

Because of Nori's shenanigans, their group often got in trouble with the humans.

At some point, Drones began to be selected from a lottery pool to be transferred to the lower levels of the facility. At first, the Humans would play this off as a "promotion" of sorts in order to keep the drones from becoming suspicious of their intentions and keep their minds at ease.

As time went on, the humans dropped the façade and the drones began to fear these selections, given that the chosen drones were never seen or heard from again after being selected.

Eventually, Toma's ID was drawn as the next to go. (she was chosen first out of their group, next was Alice, then Yeva and Nori was the last)

Toma was taken down the Cabin Fever Labs to be used in the "Solver" experiments.

When she was infected with the Solver Program, it took her over instantly. She was quickly given an early version of the patch (1.5.8) before causing too much damage.

The effect of the Solver's code on her body left her lethargic and forgetful. Since she was patched early, she cannot use the solver, but still suffers from it's effects; occasional possession, the need to consume oil, ect..

Not being able to provide much information for their research, the humans mostly kept her bound in her locker. Sometimes they even forgot she was in there.

Before the core collapse, she was able to escape her chains and wondered around the mines for a minute before the eventual implosion.

She was blown out the facility and somehow managed to survive, not only the blast, but even the crash back down to the planet. Though it knocked her offline for a time, causing anyone that found her to think she was dead.

RIP Toma lol

After she eventually woke up, she stayed put for a few months, hiding out in the outer buildings of the facility until she was found by another worker drone.

This drone invited Toma to join his colony, Outpost 9. She agreed and followed him to the base (wow Toma, ever heard of stranger danger gdamn..)

Toma was welcomed in this colony and she lived there for several years, learning how to live a life free from human-control. She was even able to pick up an old hobby she was never allowed to do back at the offices, drawing.

The nightmares gave her plenty to draw anyway.

Eventually, it all went to shit when the Murder Drones showed up, popped that base open like a soda can, and killed everyone inside.

Toma's solver kept her hidden long enough her to escape unnoticed. She needed somewhere to go and began to make her way toward the city she saw in the distance.

( oh hi, Y )

It took a while but she made it to the City only to find, you guessed it, more Murder Drones. She somehow managed to dodge them as well and found her way to some very large doors that resembled the ones back at her old colony. She frantically banged on the doors, shouting for help as she Murder Drones closed in on her.

The doors suddenly cracked open and a hand reached out, grabbing hold of Toma's coat and pulled her inside before slamming shut again.

She was met by a group of drones all sitting around a table, seemingly playing cards. The drone that pulled her in helped her up to her feet. After checking if she was alright, he introduced himself as "Khan" the apparent leader of this colony. Outpost 3.

She was welcomed in` just as warmly as she was in her last colony, and settled in easily, but soon found this colony was quite.. different from her old one. There were.. "kids" running around, and "babies" and... "teenagers".. Some drones were even married.

She also found out that every adult drones had to contribute to their society as well, unless they were raising children. Everyone had a job, and Toma was expected to have one as well.

She decided to join the Worker Defense Force, mostly as "watchman". She was tasked with doing patrols around the colony, looking out for any potential problems or weak points that could cause a breach.

She was pretty bad at it since she kept falling asleep while on patrol or forgetting where she was suppose to be.

The others were very forgiving toward her, though, but they figured she needed a different job.

After taking note of her interest in art, she was given the job as the new Art Teacher for the school.

Now if only she could stop falling asleep in class..

TL;DR/I only looked at the pretty pictures:

Toma was part of the Solver Experiments and now lives at Outpost 3 as the resident dumbass Art Teacher.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐋𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

summary: some lycaon dating headcanons

pairing: von lycaon x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff (and floof :D); not proofread, just a small set of hcs to kick writer’s block to the curb; also my first time writing for lycaon/zzz, so i still have to get a feel for the characters

a/n: writer’s block loophole: pick one of your friends to target and lock in (this one’s for you, @zhongrin dearest ^^)

general masterlist

You had recently noticed that Lycaon sometimes switched sides when you walked through New Eridu together. Still continuing your conversation, he elegantly let you pass by him, only to rejoin you at your other side, the motion so practised it almost looked like a dance.

For some time, you’ve wondered why he did it and why he only did it sometimes, until you overheard some girls in a café discussing an old drama, swooning over how the male lead always walked on the side of the road. And sure enough, Lycaon only ever traded places with you when you were the one walking closest to traffic.

However, despite being enamoured by his thoughtfulness, you also couldn’t help but notice how your lover seemed to hesitate a little on some occasions. At first you thought it was your imagination but you could clearly see an internal struggle going on behind the crimson of his eye before he moved towards the side of the road nonetheless, your window into his thoughts gone as his gaze was shielded from you by his eyepatch.

That was when you connected the dots.

Lycaon didn’t like not being able to easily see you. Sure, he could still turn his head to look at you but just being able to glance at you from the corner of his eye was clearly the favourable option to him. Not only did it facilitate checking up on you, he was also simply charmed by you. Whether it was you savouring a drink or treat on your way through the city or the way your eyes would light up when you saw something in the shop windows that intrigued you, Lycaon didn’t want to miss it. Yet, your safety was still of the utmost importance to him, so in the end he’d always move to the side of traffic for you.

Well, at least you had finally figured out why your boyfriend always occupied the right side of the couch and the bed, leaving you to snuggle up on his left…

Speaking of bed time, after a long day at work, Lycaon gladly left brushing his fur to you. The feeling of the brush in combination with your fingers raking through his coat, untangling all the knots he so carefully tried to avoid and diligently ridding it of whatever was clinging to it after his duties were done, was deeply soothing. Honestly, the first few times you offered to help him, he had almost been embarrassed by how quickly the sensation dissolved all the tension from his shoulders. 

But, at this point, he gladly welcomed your gentle touch, even if it weighed down his eyelid and made it increasingly more difficult to stifle a yawn. Especially the attention you paid to smoothing out the areas that had been pressed down by his uniform all day had his eye soften with affection for you. As someone who looked after others day in and day out, it was nice being taken care of like this.

Although, to say this was any less relaxing for you, would be a lie. Lycaon took great care of his fur, so it was always soft to the touch and you never had any real troubles running the comb and brush through it. The only “problem” you sometimes encountered was his tail twitching between your hands as you tried to tend to it, the end tickling you in return for all the attention you were giving it. When you first met Lycaon, never in a million years would you have imagined he’d ever trust you enough to let you see this side of him, but now that he did, you couldn't help but smile fondly to yourself.

It was a rare luxury that you got to wake up in your lover’s arms after a good night’s sleep, reserved for the few precious days where Lycaon wasn’t working. Yet, that only made the mornings on which you could cuddle up to him further to shut out the day for a few more minutes even more cherished. An early riser by habit, there was a big chance the thiren was already awake before you, content to simply hold you for a little longer as you clung to sleep, soothingly running his hands over your back.

When you finally decided it was time to get out of bed, by the time you finished washing up and made your way to the kitchen, the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee/tea already wafted over to you. Naturally, your lover had very quickly picked up on your preferences and would be damned if he couldn’t put his skills to use at home too. Handing you a warm mug, you soaked in the tranquility of the moment as you leant side by side against the kitchen counter, discussing breakfast options.

Yet, even on the days where he had to leave early for work, Lycaon still made you feel his love for you, even if he couldn’t be there when you got ready for the day. Be it your favourite bread in the basket on the counter or your lunch already prepped in the fridge, he always showed you that you were a priority to him, even after his day had barely started. These small affections were always accompanied by little notes, reminding you to eat, wishing you luck at work or simply telling you that he loved you, spelling out was he already conveyed so clearly.

If it wasn’t clear already, Lycaon would be nothing short of a true gentleman with you, always conscious of your presence and preferences. Be it opening doors for you, pulling out a chair or fixing your clothes, he was always the definition of attentive. And yes, the argument could be made that he was like this at work as well, however the guests of Victoria Housekeeping were never privy to that same affectionate glint in his eyes as he carefully fixed your necklace or even knelt down to fix your shoelace that had come undone. That was reserved for you and you only.

One thing he would not stand for, would be you being demeaned in one form or another. Of course, if you wanted to handle the situation yourself, he always let you, but reminded you he’d support you. If it was an accident, like a waiter bringing you the wrong order, he would very politely point it out. However, if someone deliberately mistreated you without showing any intention to change or apologise, he’d make it very clear that such behaviour wouldn’t be tolerated. He was well aware that you could handle yourself, but not every situation was easy to navigate and Lycaon would do everything in his power to protect you from harm; the last thing he’d want was to see you hurt.

If you were under the impression, however, Lycaon would never use his skills to tease you, you would be sorely mistaken. Really, he couldn’t help himself, your reactions were just too cute, so he’d rather not pass it up when the opportunity presented itself.

Seriously, with how often you’d already told your lover not to keep certain items on the top shelves, you’d think he’d already have remedied the problem. Yet, this particular complaint seemed to keep falling on deaf ears. Instead, when you were stretching to reach something once more, you’d suddenly find yourself trapped between the counter and the thiren that had appeared behind you, effortlessly reaching for whatever it was you needed. All the while, the nails of his hand resting comfortably on your hip dimpled the fabric of your clothes and his palm spread heat all the way up to your ears, especially when Lycaon leant just a bit more of his weight into you.

When he handed the item to you, he’d take one look at you and ask if there was something wrong. Perhaps if you didn’t know him well enough, you’d assume the question was truly innocent, that he just wasn’t aware of what he was doing to you. You, however, could very clearly identify the mischievous glint in his eye and the wolfish grin tugging at his lips.

Lycaon might be the death of you. But would you have it any other way?

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