#you can remove this headcanon out of my dead cold hands

[mockolov]

Okay, what if Half-foxian Jing Yuan.

Bear with me, for some reason, Jing Yuan's parents did the Foxian tradition of career choosing when he was a kid, but why?

I have decided, it's cuz one of his parents is Foxian.

I mean, look at that volumptious hair. No way he ain't got some foxian in him.

Don't question what being a half-foxian entails in terms of his biology. Maybe that's why he's so cunning. Maybe one of his eyes are foxian and the other is xianzhou native, meaning one is sharper than the other and they work unevenly so he only sees through one at a time to avoid headaches. Maybe the top half of his hair is left especially long to symbolise the foxian tail he never got. And that red ribbon...

I don't care what y'all say, but Jing Yuan is half-foxian, and you don't get to argue with me about it.

[callsthefaithful]

b4 death B) - angel w a little hat below cut <3

tried to stick to their death dates a bit but. idk i only googled for like 5 mins. also i wanted those old news print colours 😌

[cringe--is--dead]

Can I request headcanon of Jason Todd/Red Hood (Under the Red Hood movie) being with fem s/o who can magically heal just about anything no matter how severe the wounds are and how deadly the diseases, but she can't heal herself; she is serene, gentle and soft spoken please?

I think Jason Todd deserves the world, so yes, I shall! Thank you for the request!

You Playing Doctor Now? Jason Todd x Meta!Reader

The door slamming open and shut had become a sound you were used to. Months ago it would have startled you, made you jump nearly out of your skin, especially given the area you found yourself living in. Now, however, the sound was almost comforting to you.

The slam of the door meant your boyfriend was home, alive, but from the sluggish sound of his footsteps, not uninjured. You paused what you were doing, carefully chopping vegetables for the stew you had been planning on making.

You set the knife down, washing your hands rather quickly, before making your way into the living room. Sure enough, Jason was sat on the couch, having taken his helmet off himself, sweaty and breathing heavily, his eyes shut.

His hair was nearly plastered to his forehead, and he didn't open his eyes to your entrance, despite hearing your footsteps grow closer. You took stock of his appearance, cuts and fresh bruises lined his cheeks, and you were sure there were other injuries beneath his armor if the thin trail of blood from your doorway was any indicator.

"You should see the other guy," Was the first sentence he offered you, lips curled in an attempt of a smirk, but his labored breathing made it appear more of a grimace.

"I'd rather not waste my time looking at dead bodies," Despite your worry, you joked back, voice soft as you knelt down in front of him.

He cracked open his eyes, sighing as he took in your sight. Your eyebrows were furrowed with worry, eyes raking over his appearance, no doubt calculating just how injured he was. He shifted, leaning towards you, prying a glove off before caressing your cheek, thumb softly brushing the cheek bone.

"I'm fine."

You rolled your eyes, rather used to hearing that line fall from his lips, "You and I both know that's a lie," You stood up, hands on your hips, "Take the armor off."

He raised an eyebrow, trying to deflect your concern, "Take me to dinner first."

You barely rose to the bait, "Dinner will be ready sooner if you let me treat your injuries without a fight."

The two of you stared at each other for a silent moment, before he relented. He had never thought he'd meet someone whose stubbornness outweighed his, and he never would have thought that someone as sweet as you could be harder-headed than him.

"Alright, alright," He hated that he was struggling to remove his own armor, muscles sore and screaming at him.

You shook your head as he dropped his clothes onto the ground, stepping forward, tender hands pressing gently to his skin. You started on his face first, palms cupping his jaw, and he relaxed into your hold, the warmth of your hands fighting the nippy cold from outside that still lingered in his bones.

You made a soft tsk, and he felt the odd sensation of the cuts on his cheek closing themselves up, not having to open his eyes to know that your gaze was unwavering, eyes glowing inhumanly, the color a brighter hue of the normal ones he fell in love with.

"The scars will fade quickly," You murmured, voice low as you moved your hands from his face, gently pressing against his shoulders, biceps, forearms, taking assessment of the damage.

He opened his eyes to watch you, a smile forming on his face as you continued muttering to yourself, cursing him for trying to hide his injuries, easily reversing the damage that had occurred to him hours before.

"Jason Todd," You scolded, pressing your hands against his ribs, eyes narrowing into a glare, "You were going to hide broken ribs from me?"

He chuckled sheepishly, "I've handled worse."

"Doesn't mean you have to now," He felt energy buzz under his skin, sucking in a quick breath as he felt his ribs fuse back together, "I'll do whatever I can to make sure of that."

He knew that, he knows that. But more often than not he feels as if he's taking advantage of you, of your abilities. He didn't know if your powers made you selfless, or if your selflessness manifested your powers. But he does know that you would run yourself ragged if it meant you could help every injured or ill-ridden person you came across.

He didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone the rest of the stupid bird family of his, but he did go out of his way now to avoid massive injuries. If he came back with just a few scratches or bruises, he could talk you out of healing him, telling you paper cuts hurt worse than the injuries he had now.

He had less luck when he came home with cracked bones or bullet holes. He knew, and you knew, he would heal faster than normal thanks to the Lazarus Pit, but your powers worked almost instantly. You'd rather heal him immediately, rather than let him set for a few hours, body healing itself.

In a matter of five minutes, all his injuries were gone, leaving nothing but dried blood and faint scaring in their places. You sat back on your heels, eyes their normal shade, smiling up at him.

"There you are," You stood, leaning to place a soft, quick kiss to his lips, pulling back to run a hand through his hair, "Good as new."

"You enjoy playin' doctor, huh?"

The blush on your cheeks had him grinning like mad, and you rolled your eyes to avoid eye contact. He caught your hand in his, resting your knuckles against his lips, "Thanks doll."

You went to move, more than likely heading back to finish tonight's meal, but a flash of white caught his eye, and he grabbed your hand, turning it palm up. You stood, eyebrow raised in confusion as he ran his fingers across your skin gently, feeling the rough bandage across your palm.

"What happened?"

Your lips formed a quick 'o', grinning almost sheepishly, "I nicked myself cutting the carrots a bit earlier," You let him fiddle with your hand, your fingers for a moment longer, shrugging, "It's fine, I dressed it."

"I wish you could heal yourself."

He had found himself saying that so many times, wishing you could use your abilities selfishly. You healed him, no questions asked. You used to babysit some of the kids in the area, kissing away scraps and bruises under the guise that kisses healed everything when they looked at you in wonder. You held injured birds, cats, and dogs in the alleyways, taking care of their illnesses brought by hunger, correcting broken wings and crooked paws like it was as simple as breathing.

But whenever you were injured, struck down by a fever, found yourself in a situation where you needed help, you were helpless to do anything for yourself.

Your powers, Jason thought, were a blessing and a curse.

You shrugged, "Even if I could, wasting my abilities on a little cut? I'm fine."

His gaze met yours, and you understood the look he was giving you. You were repeating his own sentiments to him now, but you stood by it. Even if you could heal yourself, there were others who needed your energy and powers more than you did. Why would you have been born with this power if not to help others?

That's the notion you were raised on, and while Jason wanted you to put yourself first, protect yourself over strangers in the streets, he also knew that mindset was why the two of you met.

No one else would have rushed to the side of a downed Red Hood in the streets, covered in a mixture of his blood and the blood of those he killed. Everyone else would have run off or ignored him, but you rushed to his side, not asking questions, not trying to remove his hood or armor, hands placed where ever you could put them, and before he knew it, the dizziness brought on by blood loss was gone.

The rest was history.

He stood up, "Let me redress it at least," He squeezed your hand gently, "A lifetime of healing and you don't even know how to properly apply a band-aid."

You pouted but laughed along as he dragged you behind him to the bathroom, the first aid kit he forced you to buy still laying out on the counter.

You chattered away, talking about how your day had been, the kittens you saw coming back from the store earlier, how you got rid of their flea-ridden infections, and how you went back a few hours later and set up a box with some blankets in it for them. You mentioned keeping an eye on them, and bringing them home if no one claimed them in the next few days. He listened intently, cleaning the cut and dabbing some neosporin on it, wishing he could do more for your injuries, regardless of how small there were.

He'd do whatever he was able to though, wrapping any cuts you got, icing any bruises that appeared, he'd carry you everywhere if you required him to. He'd do that for as long as you'd let him.

Sorry, I had no idea how to end it. I hope you liked it!

[aetherdoesthings]

hello!!! i hope ur having a good day/night! can i request headcanons or fics (whatever you prefer!) of reader falling asleep because of work and the monster trio's reaction to it? thank u!!

hello!!! i hope you're having a good day/night too!

forethoughts: gonna be out of my country next week for vacation, so probably not going to upload as much, but i'll try. i hope you enjoy!! also did tumblr remove yellow from the color choices? odd.

notes: gn!reader

Luffy

“Y/N! Check it-” With a kick, the Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates stepped into your office, holding a slab of meat. His excitement plummeted as his eyes fell on you. Your head was resting on top of stacks of papers, a quill in between your fingers. Your entire body was limp against the wooden desk in the corner of the room, the lamp above your head still burning bright. 

“Y/N?” Luffy walked closer to you, his sandals thudding against the planks below. He tapped your head, shaking your shoulder, until he could see the slightest movement coming from you. 

You shrugged Luffy’s hand off of you, forcing yourself to sit up. “Luffy?”

“Why’d you fall asleep?” A small frown appeared on Luffy’s face. You knew he didn’t like you overworking yourself and filling up your time with ‘boring stuff’.

“It’s just a nap. Promise.”

“Are you overworking yourself again?”

“N-No.”

“Y/N… I already told you. If there’s too much work for you, just tell me.”

“It’s fine, Luffy.”

“No, it’s not fine. I don’t want you to overwork yourself to the point you fall asleep. Come on.” Luffy shoved the meat into his mouth, his hands wrapped around your arms as he dragged you in the direction of your shared bed. Without much protest, your head was now resting on top of pillows, a soft blanket plastered on top of your body.

“Sleep. Okay? You better be asleep by the time I come back.” Luffy pointed a finger at your face. You let out a chuckle, nodding your head. 

“Thank you.” You whispered softly.

The corner of Luffy's mouth stretched up to his eyes. "I asked you to join because I wanted to go on adventures with you, Y/N, I didn't ask you to join my crew because I wanted to see you work until you fall asleep! Please take care of yourself, otherwise we can't go on adventures anymore."

Zoro

“Oi, Y/N, it’s my turn. You can go back inside.” Zoro climbed up the crow’s nest, getting ready for his shift of watching over the ship. When he got up there, he saw you curled up into a ball on the side, fast asleep. He stared at your figure for a moment, before climbing into the circular space next to you. He flicked your forehead, gently slapping your face, to no avail. You were dead asleep, a quill balancing in between your fingers. Zoro placed a hand on your arm, retracting immediately. You were freezing cold. 

“Tch. Falling asleep on the job.” Zoro crossed his arms, staring at your unconscious body, putting his swords aside as he surveyed the scene.The inside of the crow’s nest was littered with papers and notes, an empty bottle of ink haphazardly discarded on the side. Anger and annoyance clouded Zoro’s head, the urge to wake you up and scold you for prioritizing your work over the safety of everyone. But in the cold winter night, a drop of warmth entered Zoro’s heart as he stared at your curled up figure, shivering slightly, but still dead asleep. There were heavy eyebags visible on your face, your lips cracked. The veins on your hands were visible, bulging out at Zoro.

“Damn it.” Zoro scoffed, as he reached a hand out towards you, dragging your body closer to his. He propped you up against his chest, letting you use his body heat as a source of warmth in the cold night. “Always overexerting yourself, you idiot. Should’ve brought a jacket instead of your papers. Geez. Now I gotta take care of you.” 

You were still knocked out, head resting on Zoro’s shoulder. Zoro let out a scoff, placing a hand around your shoulder, warming you up. “Tch.”

Sanji

Finally done with cleaning up the kitchen and preparing the next day’s meals, Sanji headed back to the bedroom you shared with him. He tried not to make as much noise as possible; at this time, you were most likely asleep already. He stepped into your room, closing the door as quietly as he could.

“Eh?” Sanji looked at the bed. The blankets were still neatly made from this morning, pillows organized with no wrinkles. He turned his attention towards your desk in the corner of the room, a small smile on his face. At least you didn’t go missing. You were dead asleep, head resting on your left arm, your right holding onto a quill. Sanji tiptoed over, examining your sleeping figure. 

My dear Y/N… Sanji sighed, plucking the quill out of your fingers. Without waking you up, his hands curled around your neck and the back of your knees. Without breaking a sweat, Sanji scooped you up, letting your head hit the pillow before the rest of your body was on the mattress. He draped the blanket over your body, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my love.” Sanji whispered, before heading back over to your desk. He took a seat, rolling up his sleeves as he stared at the sea of papers and ink. As the moon itself was about to go to sleep, and the sun slowly woke up, Sanji stayed there, helping you organize all your work and sort out all your notes, filling out blanks you had left or letters you needed to write. He didn’t care if he lost some hours of sleep; in a few minutes, he’d have to ‘wake up’ to start prepping the next day’s meal anyways. As long as you were well rested and taken care of, Sanji didn’t care if he would have to lose hours of sleep. 

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

[sandwichmustbetasty]

half of the season 1 behind and these are my feelings:

making galadriel so un-galadriel - horrible, she is the daughter of high king finarfin and would never behave like a petulant child going on her merry way to seek sauron. she would also not wear feanorian star for fuck's sake

numenor - terribly rushed, don't like it's downfall being sped up like 1500 years, give the Men some credit

the whole people living in mordor story - eh, not great, the men there are kind of annoying, but rooting for arondir

whole weird thing with elvish politics honestly and elrond being somehow treated as lesser because of his heritage (his heritage is literally the most prominent heroes and kings of middle earth. and also a maia. his dad literally ended the war so.)

where the hell is celeborn and celebrian - i so wanted to see the blooming romance between celebrian and elrond, i would give everything to see them together

now for the things i DO enjoy

elrond's baby face - he's my pookie i love him (also writes speeches for gil, very in character, love that for him) just a baby, must protecc

elrond & durin's friendship - yes. just the right amount of sass (and elrond forgetting that dwarves are mortal and not visiting for 20 years might be in bad taste), they are great together, please more

durin & disa - YES, shame they didn't give the dwarf women beards, but still, disa is amazing, they relationship is so precious to me

gil-galad - finally an elf with long hair, very noldor-looking, very nice, very nice (his golden robes are fucking obnoxious but oh well, he's a king, also real fandom-made Finrod would 10000% approve of that choice and would suggest adding some thousand shimmering jewels), he looks so done with everyone's shit and i love that about him (he's a russingon child you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands and you will still not succeed)

tyelpe - jesus where do i even start. he is fucking old but seeing his soft face just brings me so much joy. the softest, brightest boy, just wanting to make fancy jewellery, absolutely no harm will ever come to him. i adore him with every fibre of my being. he is so eager with his forge project, so eager to meet the dwarves, just so eager to learn; feanor would be so proud

also adar - it brings new, uncomfortable perspective of something most of us knew before, that the orcs and elves are not so far removed, and whether or not orcs deserve anything other than being stabbed. i always struggled with the bit in lotr where we see that they actually do not all want to fight and are very much slaves. it's uncomfortable to come to the conclusion that the world is not white and black and maybe orcs don't deserve only to be wiped out when their corruption is not of their doing. a nice touch i'd say.

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

SHADOW KNIGHT HEADCANONS

aka things from my rewrite

idea from @xerith-42 <- <- <-

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Appearance:

They have pointed ears. They’re not as large as an elf’s or half elf’s ears, really just the size of a human’s ear… But pointed.

They’re skin sparkles. (Edward who?) Idk why I added this I just like the idea of Laury lookin like he’s rocking body glitter 24/7 ig. It’s most noticeable in direct sunlight.

They’re eyes are reflective, like a cats, and often glow in the dark. They’re eyes also appear more… empty… than a regular person’s. Almost uncanny.

When in their full Shadow Knight form, their irises become red, and the whites of their eyes turn black. The skin around their eyes also becomes red and cracked, almost irritated looking.

They have fangs. Much like this v

They each have a scar pertaining to the way in which they died. (Assuming it wasn’t something like poison). It is usually a dark grey or black color, but not always.

When they are premature, their fingers and toes are blacken. This is called the corruption. Each SK has at least some, but the amount tells you how long they resisted gaining their immortality. The longer they go without gaining their immortality, the further up the corruption creeps, only stopping at the shoulders and hips.

They have Rune Scars and Tattoos. The tattoo is located on their palms and is the source of their SK abilities. It’s embedded with the curse of binding so it cannot be removed or carved out. The scars are on their face, three claw marks on each cheek. These are referred to as The Tears. These scars enhance their SK abilities.

While in their full SK form, their scar runes turn black and emanate pure darkness. Their fingernails also grow into claws that are extremely sharp and nearly unbreakable.

All SKs appear pale, no matter their skin tone. They have no red/pink/orange undertones bc their blood technically no longer flows.

They often appear very ridged or mannequin like. Standing either too perfectly or too hunched over. Again, uncanny.

Because of all these physical traits, Shadow Knights are very easy to spot, assuming you know what to look for. Many trying to hide or blend in, will hide their heads, faces, and hands.

THE… OTHER STUFF:

Their body temperature fluctuates quite a bit. Generally, theyre cold to the touch, because yk their dead. But when they feel strong emotions like anger or happiness their temp rises, possibly to the point where they feel feverish. The only emotions that actively make them colder are sadness and fear.

Their temp also rises when the Calling comes a knocking. Rising hotter and hotter the longer they try to ignore or fight it.

^ Inspired by a convo with @xerith-42

It’s impossible to sleep in the Nether, though the reason is unknown. Because of this, Shadow Knights don’t require sleep. They still can sleep, but it’s not a necessity. Premature Shadow Knights however, still become tired and can still feel the physical repercussions of having no sleep.

Similarly, SKs also no longer need to eat or drink. However again, prematures do. Since not much grows in the nether, they’re forced to eat Nether Wart. It’s essentially a very tough, charcoal tasting mushroom. It’s their only source of food OR water as water cannot be found anywhere else in the Nether.

While they’re in the Nether, their blood becomes cold to accommodate for the extreme heat. Because of this they need to be careful about regulating their emotions while in the nether so their blood doesn’t overheat.

Nether time is faster than Overworld time. A year in the Nether is only a few months in the Overworld, if that.

Premature SKs can be killed the same ways a human can be, due to their lack of immortality. A full SK however, is a bit more tricky. Their physical form can be killed, though it is more difficult due to a combination of things, but they respawn. If their body dies, is will *poof* disappear and reappear back in the Nether on an alter. The amount of time it takes to respawn depends on the severity of their injury. A full SK can only be permanently killed with an enchanted Netherite weapon (hehe minecraft reference). These are extremely rare and hard to come by. …Zenix has one…

When a PMSK (Premature Shadow Knight) is trained, they fight against real, full SKs. They could very well be killed during their training, call it natural selection. The PM is expected to kill the Full SKs they’re fighting against.

Soul sand houses the souls of innocent lives taken by Shadow Knights. Their souls not only add fuel to their power, but also gives strength to the Shadow Lord/Shad.

In Shad’s eyes, someone with magicks or brains is often more valuable than someone who is physically strong. Though physical strength is needed in order to be a SK, if they are not particularly clever and they have no magicks, they aren’t very useful. Often used as simple pawns or sacrifices.

The first ever Shadow Knight was some random guy named Randal. He didn’t fit any of the criteria, in fact he was just some farmer who ate a bad potato and suffered the consequences. Shad only resurrected him to experiment a bit.

A Shadow Knight’s armor isn’t actually armor. It’s more like a shell that pops out when their body recognizes it’s needed. Or at least when it thinks it does. These shells are generally identical, but they do each have some variations depending on the person and their alignment. Their weapons are an extension of this shell as well, and can be any hand held weapon. Weather is a sword, hammer, mace, or even daggers. Swords are just most people’s go-to. Along with this, they cannot drop their weapons as they are basically a part of them. The only way to rid of it is by… sucking?? it back into the shell. Think of venom. But less… slimy.

They’re impervious to fire/lava. At any stage, full or pm.

Oooookay that’s all I got

Thanks for reading this far love ya mwah mwah

[the-grand-gemini]

Big obsessed with all of the BG3 villains. The themes of the cycle of abuse/trauma in all of the main cast makes me feral over how the villains unfortunately do not/did not get the opportunity to be "saved" by Tav (if doing a good playthrough) and by experiencing the heros journey.

I could talk about Ketheric and Orin, but after reading @bearhugsandshrugs fic it got me deep diving into Gortash's character. It's amazing and everyone should read it especially if you're weak for Tav/Gortash like I am 👀💦

Trigger warning for abuse mentions below the cut.

Let me start with stating this is NOT an Enver Gortash apologist post, he's evil and he's done terrible things. This is just me yelling into the void about character foils.

Childhood abuse:

In game we really only get to know his history through background information that we can scrape together if you search through the city and the House of Hope.

We don't get any details on what exactly Enver went through as a child. We can assume neglect/possible violence from his parents given his mother's words and the fact they sold him. We get to know that he was beaten when living in the House of Hope, but not what other possible horrors he could have experienced there (not including just the trauma of witnessing the other debtors and Hope), what age he was, or for how long (if anyone knows more timeline wise I'd love to know) he lived there before he escaped. We don't know how he escaped either, if he had help or did so on his own.

I'm no child psychologist, but abuse has lasting effects as we can see through all of the main party. Victims of abuse tend to have difficulty moving past certain emotional stages in their life. Aka a person abused in their childhood may have issues maturing emotionally without therapy, etc (again I'm not a psychologist). There is a strong possibility that "Child" Enver is still probably holding the reins emotionally while adult Enver isn't even aware of how his past affects every action and reaction he has at all times.

I can't imagine how living with Raphael during ones formative years being healthy in anyway, but we can definitely see some of the learned behaviours he's picked up from the Cambion. A focus on possing/presentation, a suave persona, torturing/using people for his own gain, a general lack of empathy, deal making, similar attire with devil motifs...

Unhealthy coping mechanisms:

Speaking of attire, Enver's coat not allowing Fear to be cast on him speaks volumes to me. Imagine the absolute horror of moving from one situation of abuse to another much worse one in the hells as a child/teen and probably being in a state of fear/anxiety at all times. Enver wearing a coat that doesn't allow him to feel fear gives me three main thoughts:

1. He is doing everything in his power to avoid that specific emotion and therefore prevents himself from thinking about that period of his life. Meaning he is not confronting his trauma the same way the main party is forced to throughout the game.

2. Narratively does the coat prevent him from feeling any fear at all? Or do we just go with the game mechanic that ensures he cannot be made afraid by the fear spell? If it prevents him from feeling fear at all (which I think is narratively more interesting and you can take this headcanon out of my cold dead hands) how does this effect his every day decisions? Fear prevents risky decisions all the time, it's one of the emotions that actively keeps people alive. Psychopaths usually don't experience fear the same way an average person would. Given his many horrific actions (the Iron Throne being a key example) I wonder how much his forceful removal of fear has done to his perception of rational thought. If you aren't afraid of consequences what's to stop you from doing anything at all? Selling a loyal body guard to the hells, torturing an entire faction of people in order to manufacturer your own personal army, stealing from an immensely powerful devil aka mother fucking MEPHISTOPHELES??? He presents himself as calm and collected in conversation. He appears as if he's the most rational of all three villains when he's really just as awful when we look into what he's actually been up to vs seeing Orin and Ketheric kill people on screen.

3. Where did he get the coat? Did he make it himself or was it a boon from Bane? A promise to a devout worshiper that he would never be made to feel afraid or beneath anyone again?

Another abuser - Bane:

Speaking of Bane... Another user (please tag if anyone can find the original post!) mentioned a line Astarion says where he states that he prayed to all the gods, but none answered. OP wondered if Enver, trapped in the hells and desperate for salvation, called out the same way... only for Bane to be the only god to answer. I'd die to know specifically when he was introduced to Bane and made to be his chosen.

We know Bane is considered an evil god and we even find that if we kill Enver and then use speak with dead that Bane is torturing him in the afterlife for failing him.

Given this abusive relationship is Enver a foil for Gale, a man groomed from a young age by a goddess and left with the consequences when his actions did not meet her expectations?

Is he like Shadowheart, someone who was given no alternative and made to believe they willingly chose their god only to learn they were deceived and never had any other options?

Like Wyll he's cast out by his father (or in his case both parents).

Like Lae'zel he's worshipping a deity with false promises, how can he believe he'll rule the entire world like a god himself when Bane the god of TYRANNY would see no other at the top but himself (Was he secretly planning to use the crown like Gale to usurp Bane or just pandering to us)?

We know he and Karlach are absolutely foils for each other given that he is her abuser and like himself Karlach was forged by her times in the hells only to survive on her own merits.

Those are my thoughts! Would love to know anyone else's on the walking red flag that is Lord Enver Gortash.

If Enver lost his memories like the Dark Urge would he be given a chance to redeem himself through his actions? Could he with his knowledge of infernal engines fix Karlach's heart

Would Enver have ever become Lord Gortash if not for Bane...?

Anyways if anyone wants to yell at me about Enver, Orin, or Ketheric please feel free to do so! I love characters who fell through the cracks because they had no one there to help them only to crawl out themselves and burn the world.

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Byakuya's Runaway Bride (Scenario) Yandere Byakuya X Female Ichigo (Bleach)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is a request for a female Ichigo trying to escape from yandere Byakuya! Anyway I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, Muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Byakuya Kuchiki is not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Same with shipping Characters as well! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! 

Disclaimer: Byuakuay and Ichigo are not a canon couple and Ichigo is not female in canon! Again this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously.) 

(No One's POV) 

Ichigo slipped out from his arms. Getting something for his drink to make him fall into a deep sleep was difficult. Ichigo had saved Rukia yes, but after she did. Byakuya had become obsessed with her. He needed her in his life. She could not stand it, to be honest. Soon 1 year ago. He had kidnapped her from her home. She rarely saw Rukia now, as Rukia was ordered not to see her. She has not seen her friends or family. 

He told her in one month they would be getting married. She could not, and would not marry him. She stands to her feet and slips out. Walking to his office. She needs to get her Zanpaktou before she leaves, she will not leave it with him. He has a spirit energy suppressor on her neck. A collar. To show that she belongs to him.

She places her hand on her neck. The collar pissed her off greatly. It was one of the main reasons she could not leave for so long. She opens his office and then goes to the cabinet. She takes her bobby pin and starts to pick the lock. Slowly she worked and finally, the click could be heard. She unlocked the cabinet and took her large Zanpaktou. She had Zangetsu back. She will be able to leave finally. 

She does not even worry about day clothes or shoes. She just grabs her blade and runs out of the manor. She climbed over the way when suddenly the security bell of the manner started to go off. Shit! She jumped into the alleyway and started to run. Then she felt it. 

Byakuya is awake and his spirit energy tells her that he is VERY Angry! 

She needed to find a captain! Anyone that will help her. Of course, she does not know the layout of the Soul Society and it is pitch black! She quickly ended up in a dead in and then his voice made her blood run cold. 

(Byakuya's POV) 

I stood behind, my darling fiance as she caught her breath. I was angry, of course, I would be. She drugged me. But, I was also worried. She went out at night alone. She could have been hurt! Or worse she could have been taken away from me. 

"Ichigo, Darling," I say and she tenses. 

She knows that she has been caught, and she has nowhere to run. 

She turns around slowly and she does not meet my eyes. "Ichigo. Come here, your feet are dirty and you are cold." I state blankly. "Let's go home and I can run you a bath." 

"No!" She shouts and lifts her blade, ready to fight. "I rather die!" 

I sighed, she gave me no choice. I use my kidou, something she was never good at. It ended up knocking her out and I caught her in my arms. I will need to keep her zanpoktou somewhere else. I will also have to chain her down or start drugging her when we go to bed. These are things I wanted to avoid doing. But My Darling, Ichigo, she has given me no choice. She will learn to love me someday but until that day. I have no choice. 

I flash step home and remove her clothes. She is truly beautiful. My Darling Ichigo. My fiance. And Soon, my wife~ 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another one done! I hope you all enjoyed and, stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

(If you could see anyone with Female Ichigo from bleach who would it be?) 

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halara pet a dog in their dlc, which i think is supposed to imply that they're only allergic to cats... but you can pry my dog allergy headcanon out of my cold dead hands. halara and yakou get back to the sub after that case and halara immediately has to lie down and take a benadryl. the poor thang... was worth it to pet the dog tho.

Halara being allergic to both animals would 100% be a curse for them. They who love animals... But omfg yes I love this. They pushed themselves to give Sugar some attention during the case because MUST PET THE DOG. Buuuut then once they get back...their allergies start hitting them badly. Their head hurting, their skin itching and their nose running. But it was worth it.

They need a long nap. This may also be why they have to keep that little orange kitten out of the sub. Otherwise Halara wouldn't be able to stay there for long.

Inb4 they wake up after a nap on the cream colored couch, and the kitten is seen sleeping right next to them.

Halara's feels even worse now, but they'd not dare move to wake up this sleeping angel. This little ball of perfection. They wouldn't forgive themselves if they woke it up...

They wouldn't, until Yakou comes back in. Causing the kitten to wake up.

And once he sees Halara sneezing next to the kitten, he'd immediately remove it from their space.

This is when Yakou learns their deep secret.

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WIP Wednesday

TONIGHT!  IT’S!  WIPPIE!  WEDNESDAY!!!

@greypetrel​ got to me first this week.  Thank you for the tag and for kicking off this week’s share-fest!

No art scraps from me this week.  I have no excuse other than I have just... chosen not to work on anything.  I’ve been trying to make progress on at least one of my WIPs.  I’ve got an inbox full of DADWC prompts and haven’t been able to finish a drabble for any of them.  So here is an excerpt from one I have been trying to put words in a good order for a couple weeks lol.

For context, the prompt is from a list of “wordless ways to say I love you”.  Quinn ends up contracting the Thedosian equivalent of malaria in the Fallow Mire.  It was originally going to be a larger fic establishing a Quinn/Cass/Solas polycule aka The Throuple, but as I worked on it I realized that Quinn would likely say he was poly but he really isn’t.  He gets jealous too easily or demands too much attention.  He can barely navigate a meaningful relationship with one partner never mind multiple.  But I had put so much time and effort into researching medieval medicine and science to throw the entire idea away.  So while the polycule is itself dead, parts of the fic remain as it’s still a solid headcanon/part of my Inquisitor’s story which mostly exists as prompt fills these days.  (Fun Fact: Inquisitor Trevelyan invented the gin and tonic.)

Quinn has left his bed when she returns, having settled himself in her vacated chair.  He’s retrieved a small mirror and seems singularly focused on his appearance.  Every now and then a hand reaches out to comb straps of hair out of his eyes.  A deep frown is etched in his face that seems to linger even as he looks up at her approaching footsteps.

“I look terrible.  Why did no one tell me I look terrible?”

Cassandra does not think he looks terrible at all.  He looks tired, he looks thinner than usual, and considering his lack of modesty she thinks he looks rather cold.  But she knows these are not what Quinn is complaining about.  She isn’t certain if the growth on his face can truly be called a proper beard, but his moustache and chin have gotten considerably thicker and longer.  It is uneven in places and while there isn’t much more than patchy-looking growth on most of his cheeks, what she can only describe as scruff has spread along his jaw.  It is in her opinion somehow both adorable and rugged.

“You just need a good wash,” Cassandra says, setting down the basin and jug on a nearby table.  “And perhaps a comb through it.”

“I must protest, Lady Seeker,” he says, though he takes the basin when she offers it to him and bows his head over it obediently.  “You know I’m very particular about my hair.”

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Munson's Mixtape

Mixtape Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 2,481

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Brief mention of homophobia (garbage parents are a theme in this), My limited DnD knowledge (please correct me if nothing makes sense I did a lot of googling but the game still confuses me)

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Listen I loved Erica kicking ass in the campaign, but unfortunately I had to remove her for the plot. Also prepare for simp!Eddie, because that's what he is. Eddie is also Bi, you can pull this headcanon out of my cold dead hands.

Track Three

Eddie has gotten into a decent amount trouble in his life. It first started when he was a child, his grades weren't always the best and his parents always harped on him for that. Many hours at the dinner table, Little Eddie Munson crying over his science homework because his brain worked a bit differently. His parents telling him he couldn't go to bed until he got the right answers. He remembers telling his Mom and Dad through blubbering tears that he just didn't know what to do. He could explain what he knew if he talked to them, but the second they asked him to fill out multiple choice questions he drew blanks. To them it didn't matter, he needed to do what must be done, no further questions. It was just the start of all the trials and tribulations that was Eddie Munson's life.

Another time was when he was a bit older, right at the dawn of puberty when he realized that not only did he have a crush on Y/N Cunningham, but his best friend Terrance Miller too. He told his parents this, and his father blew up at him. Said he didn't want a fag for a son. He tried to explain that he liked girls too, but they just wouldn't listen. His Mom said it was just a phase, that sometimes friendships between boys are intimate at that age, but that's all it was. Just good old platonic friendship. Eddie knew that what he felt for Terrance wasn't just friendship, but he never dared bring it up again. Terrance and his family moved away at the end of the year to Indianapolis, so it wasn't much of a problem for him anymore.

Right before High School his parents kicked him out of the house. They found his stash of grass, dirty magazines of a wide variety, and his Dungeons and Dragons books he hid beneath the floorboards of his bedroom. His Dad grabbed all of his stuff and threw it on the front lawn, said he wasn't going to have a "queer, satan worshipping, drug addict in his house." Eddie grabbed his things and made his journey to Forest Hills Trailer Park. His Uncle was at work at the time, so Eddie had to sit on lawn until early morning. Wayne just shook his head and helped moved the boy in, said he was better off with him than his bastard of a brother.

Eddie took all of this in stride. He didn't care that his parents didn't like him, or that school was hard, or that other kids thought he was a white trash freak. He didn't care because he didn't like them either. He wasn't afraid of their rejection anymore, he never wanted to fit in anyway.

Now, Eddie was in trouble, yet again. But this time he did care, because Y/N Cunningham caught him selling drugs to her little sister, and that angel face of hers had a look of righteous anger. Over the years he figured out ways to get out of the messes he made, this time he knew it wouldn't work.

"Care to explain to me why you're planning on giving Ketamine to my 18 year old sister Eddie?" She was just as pretty as he remembered. Glowing skin, expressive eyes you can drown in, her hair framing her face in such an effortless way like she just woke up looking like she belonged on the cover of Vogue Magazine. And just like that he was freshly 18 again, mouth bobbing open like a goldfish because he can't speak English to the girl he's been gone for since he was 11.

"Oh hey Y/N, ugh didn't know you were back in Hawkins. How, how have you been?" He's royally fucking up and he knows it.

"Cut the shit Munson, explain yourself." Her arms crossed over her chest as she says it, covering the Notre Dame Fighting Irish cheer uniform logo. God she's wearing her uniform of all things. A man can only take so much.

"Well, you see. Um, Chrissy you know Chrissy? Well she left a note in my locker saying she wanted to buy from me and I told her to meet me here, and well... how long were you standing there again?" Eddie doesn't know what to do with his hands. If he crosses them over his chest like her he'll look defensive, but putting them in his pockets is too casual, he doesn't want her to think he doesn't care. So they're just dangling on the sides of his body like alien attempting to pass as a human.

"I heard everything Eddie." Shit, shit, shit.

"So.. then you know. She wanted to buy weed."

"Ketamine is very different than weed Eddie! It's a serious drug! Why on Earth would you offer that to her?!" She's yelling at him now, arms flailing around like she used to do in cheer. He really can't think clearly while she's wearing that uniform. It's taking every ounce of his self control to maintain eye contact and not take a peak to see how short it is.

"I'm sorry! She asked for something stronger! That's all I have that's stronger than weed!" His voice is cracking as he saying it. Get it together Munson you're not 13 anymore.

"Why would she ask for something stronger?!" Y/N is getting louder now, and he's worried someone is gonna hear and come investigate, but he can't stop his own voice raising in volume.

"How am I supposed to know?! She's your sister! She asked to buy from me, I said yes. It's supply, and demand." Y/N is pacing in front of him now, her hair bouncing around with every step she takes. She's mumbling to herself, and Eddie knows he's should be paying attention, but he's always had issues with focusing. Especially now when he's trying to figure out if her perfume smells more like banana or coconut, something tropical.

She stops her pacing, standing in front of him again. He could tell she's frustrated with him, which is nothing new, many people get frustrated with him, but it's the first time she's done it. Even when he was failing basic concepts in Physics, and she explained Newtons Laws 6 times in a row she never got frustrated with him. He doesn't know what to do to help, doesn't know the right words to say. He's completely at a loss. Y/N takes a deep breath and finally looks at him, some of the anger slipping from her face.

"Look Eddie..." He loves the way she says his name. "I'm sorry I shouldn't be yelling at you. I'm just.. really worried about Chrissy." Y/N takes a few steps to sit next to the spot he previously occupied, Eddie follows suit in a less than graceful plop on the old wooden bench.

"I'm gonna be honest, the last thing I expected this morning was Chrissy Cunningham asking me to buy drugs and you coming out of nowhere to yell at me for it. I'm just as confused as you are." That gets a laugh out of her, and Eddie takes that as a win.

"I don't get it either. I know she's been having headaches and nightmares, but I never expected her to turn to horse tranquilizers..."

"That's actually a myth. Ketamine is only an anaesthetic, not strong enough to take down a horse." Y/N shoots him an unimpressed look and he promptly shuts up. She lets out a deep sigh, further sinking onto the bench. Her head tilted back to the let the sun shine on her face, eyes closed, trying to steady herself. It's breath taking.

"She called me today in a panic. That's why I'm here, to check in on her. Now that I know she wants to put herself in a K-Hole I'm not sure what to do..." She turned her head towards him now, and Eddie hates the defeated look on her face. He's trying to think of a way to help, but he isn't sure how. An awkward silence fills the air, its tense and thick and Eddie can't stand it. Finally, an idea pops in his head. He jumps out of his seat, and he can tell Y/N is startled by his sudden boost of energy.

"We can do those meetings you have before you send someone to rehab, what's it called.. an intervention." Y/N tilts her head to the side, her glossy lips pursed, as she waits for Eddie to explain himself.

"Yea, it'll be perfect. Chrissy doesn't know you're here right?" She shakes her head no in response. "Excellent, so I'll drive her to my trailer, acting as if I'm just following through with the plan. While you'll already be inside hiding. I'll pretend to go grab the K and when I walk out you follow and we sit Chrissy down as ask her what's going on. She gets her sisterly heart to heart, and you don't kick my ass for dealing drugs to her, everybody wins!" Y/N nods her head, thinking over Eddie's plan.

"Okay that's all well and good, but what am I supposed to do until then? I can't go to my parents house, they'll flip. I can't go to the game because Chrissy will see me, and I don't have the keys to your trailer. I would rather not loiter around Hawkins if I can avoid it."

That is... an excellent point, but Eddie is on a roll, and has another idea. He just hopes that she doesn't laugh in her face when he suggests it.

"Well lucky for you Lady Y/N, I just so happen have an open slot in my Hellfire campaign tonight. Sinclair is warming the bench for the game and we are short one man, er woman, for the party. I doubt Wheeler and Henderson found somebody to replace him in time." Eddie closes his eyes as he says it, he can't bare to look at her face. It was a stupid idea, there is not shot in hell Y/N Cunningham wants to spend hours sitting around playing-

"Yea okay."

"What." Eddie didn't think he heard that right.

"I said yea okay. I think my character sheet is in my car, I'd have to grab it before we go." She says as if his mind isn't completely blown.

"You play DnD? Since when?" A shy smile graces her face, looking down at the dirt on her shoes as she looks at him through her eyelashes. Eddie's heart almost gives out.

"Well you made it sound fun back in high school. My roommate Maya plays DnD as well, and there's a sort of club on campus. When I saw her books on the shelf I asked her to help me make my character, see what all of the fuss is about. It's actually really fun! I see why you play it." If you were to tell 18 year old Eddie that Y/N Cunningham was a fan of DnD he would asked if there was something funny in your hash. Never in a million years could he imagine it.

"That settles it then! Let's get going, the guys are gonna give me shit if I'm not there to set up in time."

This morning Eddie was confident that the finale to his epic campaign was gonna go off without a hitch, now he's fumbling around with the board and character pieces like it's his first time. Y/N is sitting at the end of the table, pink binder in hand reading over her character stats. It's then he realized he never asked her anything about it. He's about to ask what level she's on when the door to the theatre room opens up.

"Eddie look we're sorry we tried. We asked everyone we knew and about 20 students to fill the spot and they all shot us down!" Henderson babbles as he jogs into the room, completely oblivious to the cheerleader at the table.

"Don't kill us but we might have to postpone the campaign, we can't do it without the full party. We can wait for Lucas to come back some other time." Wheeler follows up behind Henderson, making intense eye contact with the floor below him. Normally Eddie would love nothing more than to let the freshman sweat it out a bit, but he doesn't want to come off as a jerk in front of Y/N.

"Boys boys, no need to panic. I worked my magic and found ourselves a replacement. Say hello to Y/N Cunningham." Y/N looks up from her binder when she hears her name. She looks around to see Jeff, Gareth, Henderson, and Wheeler staring at her like she has three heads.

"Um, hi?" Y/N looks nervous, she's playing with a loose thread on her skirt and the smile on her face looks a bit forced. Why she would be nervous in front of a bunch of nerds, Eddie doesn't know.

"Y/N Cunningham? Like Chrissy Cunningham?" Jeff blabs out, completely in shock.

"Yea, she's my sister." Wheeler and Henderson look relieved, knowing they're spared from Eddie's wrath. Jeff and Gareth however, don't look too thrilled about Y/N's presence.

"A cheerleader Eddie? Are you for real? This is serious!" Gareth groans.

"Yea Eddie she's a liability" Jeff follows.

"I mean, do you even know what DnD is?" Gareth is talking to Y/N now, and Eddie doesn't like the tone of his voice. Y/N looks like a deer in headlights, unsure what to say, and Eddie is mortified that his friends are making her uncomfortable.

"Don't talk to her like she's stupid Gareth. Of course she knows what DnD is, that's why I invited her. Go ahead Princess tell these morons about your character." He didn't mean to let the endearment slip out, but by the grace of god Y/N doesn't look upset about it. In fact, despite the mood lighting of the theatre room, Eddie notices her pupils dilate. Interesting.

"Um, okay. Well the name is Lady Carnelian, a level 20 chaotic good elf sorcerer, speciality with the fireball spell. I have pretty high intelligence, dexterity, charisma stats, everything else is more moderate... anything else you guys need to know?" Wheeler and Henderson looked like they were about to cry, relieved that their characters might actually make it to the end of the campaign. Jeff and Gareth still looked hesitant, but at this point Eddie didn't care. The group all looked to Eddie for approval, as if she still needed it. He looked to Y/N, a hopeful smile on her face. In all honesty, even if she was a level one he'd let her in. Color him impressed that she had a decent character in her hands. Eddie gave Y/N a small smile, proud of the way she handled herself.

"Lady Carnelian... welcome to Hellfire"

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Officer Toyomitsu x Reader

(I learned that in vigilantes All Might inspired Taishiro to become a full fledged hero and he was basically the in hero working at the police station before opening the Fat office so I was mistaken in some of my info but...I really like the idea of him having started out as just an officer before becoming a hero so I'm gonna combine the vigilante canon with my own headcanons for this!)

You as the reader are in a hostage situation, and Taishiro knows that he can step in and end this but he is told to stand down. Can he save you at the last possible minute?

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There were spilled coffees and discarded snacks all over the floor. She kept her gaze lowered, knees gripped tight against her chest. The convenience store was dead, quiet except for the quietest whimpers and shudders of those around them. There was a group, all sitting together behind the shop counter. A hand slammed on the counter, a masked figure growling under his breath. "Silence!" He demanded, the phone was starting to ring. "Hello?" His voice was so calm, it made her blood run cold. "Oh, have you met my demands yet?" He hissed. She could just barely make out the voice on the other line.

"You are surrounded, we advise that you stand down now...those people are not your enemy, let them go and come quietly." The voice was insistent. "We can help you, we will protect you from the media, just please let them go!" The villain laughed, cursing under his breath. He sounded impressed.

"You've got guts I'll give you that." He was chuckling. "But, let the media see! What? You don't want them seeing the cowards that are protecting the world? YOU KNOW MY TERMS!" He roared, "I want ten thousand dollars cash and a truck, no police escort necessary of course." He added, sounding like he was proposing a casual business deal. "and I know where you guys put those tracking things so don't try anything funny." He added. "If I don't see that truck parked outside by nightfall I'll start painting the windows of this place red...one, by, one..." He hissed, hanging up.

Officer Toyomitsu cursed as the phone slammed in his ear. "Sir! He's really serious about this, how should we move forward?" His boss Officer Gi Masayoshi removed his hat. Running his hands along his balding head.

"I'm thinking...we may not have any other option but to meet his demands, I'm sure we can still try to bug the truck and we'll have officers stationed at every city exit!..." He looked at the disapproving stare at Taishiro's face. "Tai, you know there's no other choice! We can't risk sending in troops, he's a maniac! If we do this we can at least get the hostages home to their families!" Taishiro stood, Gi was already knowing what he was going to say.

"Sir, I've been training for this! I know that there's a back entrance that would allow for easy access, it would be an easy take down!" He insisted, a fire in his eyes. Gi shook his head.

"Taishiro, you aren't licensed for hero work..” He sighed, approaching him with a gentle hand. “Legally...you cannot use your quirk unless shots are fired or worse, and I don’t want it to come to that.” He looked furious. “Stupid policies...” He muttered. 

"Yes sir..." Tai sat down with a furrowed brow. He hated this, this was the very reason he had joined the police force. "My quirk is too weak to be a real hero.." He thought, looking towards the store with worry. He couldn’t believe they were conceding to the terms of a monster like that. 

The hours passed and they did as requested. The hardest part was the tracker. They had to overlook all the places they were trained to hide it, and instead sewed it inside the seat and sealed it away so perfectly no one would ever know. At least they hoped. Taishiro watched from behind the police barricades, orange lights illuminating the parking lot as the officers drove the large black truck in front of the store before quickly moving back to the police lines. “Where are you...” Taishiro muttered, his eyes fixed on the storefront. The windows were covered by store shelves and newspapers, he couldn’t see anything going on inside.  Tensions were high, the hostages hardly dared to breathe as the man hung up the phone and then walked up and down the line of victims, who quickly lowered their gaze. Their eyes were all transfixed on the gun that rested lazily on his hip, the barrel glinting in the light outside. (x) looked up slowly, realizing that she was  staring at his boots. As soon as their eyes met a hand gripped her hoodie. “You’ll do.” He had a tight grip on (x)’s arm as she was dragged along with him outside. The cool night air hit their faces as she looked around wildly, screaming as a gun was suddenly pressed to the side of her head. “NO ONE MOVE!”  Taishiro grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on the masked figure then moved to the terrified woman. He looked towards Gi desperately, his hands twitching as Gi shook his head with a warning glance. Tai growled a little under his breath in annoyance, staring down the man as he slowly made his way around to get to the driver’s side. He was smiling as he opened the door slowly, “thank you all so much for your cooperation.” He suddenly tightened his grip, making her cry out. “I still don’t want you getting any ideas of following me...so why don’t little missy here and I go for a spin?” He sharply turned around, tossing the young woman into the truck and hopping in as he slammed the door shut. It only took seconds for him to start speeding away. 

“CHIEF!!” Taishiro roared, his eyes pleading. Gi looked at Tai for a moment then roared to the rest of his men as paramedic filed into the convenience store. 

“All units after that vehicle! I want an APB on a black ram pickup truck, and?” He turned to look at Toyomitsu with a firm nod. “All officers with legally registered quirks entered in our system do have permission to use them if necessary.” Taishiro nodded then took off at a run after the vehicle. His at would give him the stamina he needed. This was after all, the only thing his fat was good for right? Just to be burned off over and over, what use did it have? He could already see the truck in his sights, as he dashed between vehicles that he towered over easily. The Taxi, that was nickname in the precinct. He could chase down just about anyone without tiring out, and would bring them back sticking out of him like a Katamari Damacy. Taishiro leaped onto the back of the pickup truck, his eyes burning. 

(X) was shaking still staring down the barrel of the gun as her captor drove with one hand. “Don’t worry doll...” He turned his face for a second, a grin that could only have been the devil himself. “They’ll find your corpse for mom and dad on the edge of town...” Tears rolled down her face when something heavy suddenly made the back of the truck dip a little. They both jolted, (x) pressed her back to the door shaking under tha angry gaze of the brute behind the wheel as he cursed under his breath. As if this were somehow her fault. “Maybe I shouldn’t of taken the broad...” He grumbled, freezing as a pair of yellow eyes met his in the rearview mirror. Taishiro with one single punch smashed the back window as he shouted at the man behind the wheel. 

“POLICE! PULL OVER IMMEDIATELY!” He ordered, glaring at him with the force of a thousand suns. They could hear more police sirens in the distance, how were they on to him? The truck was bugged, it had to be. Taishiro roared once more into the vehicle, his anger even making (x) shiver. “Would you rather contend with me, or the pro heroes waiting for you at every exit of this city!?” The gun fell from the crook’s hand as he sat trembling. The truck was starting to slow down. “If you’re scared of me, imagine how much worse it will be if you keep this up!” He hissed, “You know you’re in luck! I know for a fact that All Might is on call today.”Taishiro added, reaching in carefully as he slowly pulled. 

“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH FATSO!” He roared, grabbing for the gun but Taishiro had guessed his thinking.The guy was panicked, quickly removing his seatbelt and trying to make a break for it. Taishiro grit his teeth and launched himself from the truck, immediately in pursuit. Taishiro froze as the gun was fired but to his amazement, he hardly even felt a push in the force from the bullets. Rather, the force seemed to sink into him, right into his body fat. Taishiro sprang up, surrounded by golden light as he leaped towards him and punched him in the gut. He was immediately out of commission and his squadron had just pulled over. He could hear Gi’s voice as he watched the crook get cuffed, as he looked up towards the car he could see (x) wrapped in a blanket, being lead towards a police car for evaluation. 

It felt like hours, answering the same questions over and over as paramedics as well as his fellow officers looked at him with confusion. He looked down at himself with embarassment. All his fat had burned off, leaving him looking like a deflated balloon. His smooth soft belly and smaller build was awkward, hardly legend. He had graduated from Shiketsu, but had chosen to go for a policework intership. Many of his teacher evaluations after having failed the hero license test in his first year, had stated he didn’t have the “build” for a hero. He lowered his head with a sigh. It was true, one punch and he was just a useless pic of flab. He could hear the door open but he didn’t bother looking up. He could tell someone was speaking but couldn’t make out the words until he felt a sharp slap on his back. 

“Excellent work young man!” Taishiro snapped back into reality, and his eyes widened.

 “A-All Might?” He stammered. There he was, standing right in front of him. All Might laughed loudly, patting his shoulder again. 

“Yes, I am here! It’s a good thing you were as well, amazing work! According to witness statements you handled this case with a level of effectiveness and professionalism that even most of us pros fail to accomplish!” He grinned. “Minimal damage, followed every officer quirk use protocol, and acted only in self defense while prioritizing the safety of the hostage. You relied on words, not force.” Taishiro lowered his face. 

“Thank you but really I was only doing as told, I am sure any other officer would have done the same.” All might leaned against the wall. 

“Not every officer or pro hero for that matter can take an entire magazine of bullets and still stand.” He gave Taishirio a wink. “You know, there are public hero license examinations test coming up, and you do qualify for it with your schooling.” He slid a clipboard with a form on it towards him. “This world needs heroes like you Taishiro...it’s heroes with humility, and passion for justice that truly make a difference.” He gave Taishiro a salute then made his way towards the door. “Thank about it...” With that he was gone. 

A few weeks later Taishiro slowly walked towards the desk, his paper work was all filled out, and he couldn’t believe he was doing this. He suddenly froze, as he went to give his form to the woman behind the desk. She looked familiar, and his eyes flashed back to that day. (x) was right there, behind the desk, taking the applications. He cleared his throat, handing the form. (x) didn’t seem to recognize him, she looked up with a warm smile, looking over the form then handing him a large sticker with his examination number and blank space. He was staring at her, confused as she looked over the paper. “You didn’t write a hero name?” She asked looking up. His heart was pounding, staring into her eyes. 

“N-no...no was I supposed to?” He asked. She shrugged, with a gentle smile. 

“It is recommended, this could be your debut.” She added. “You gotta make a good impression.” He nodded slowly, tapping his fingers together. “What’s your quirk?” She asked. “Maybe that will give you an idea.” He sighed, chuckling a little. 

“Well...I mean, I’m fat and...stuff kinda sticks to me?” He pulled some lint off his tanktop. “I...can absorb energy and people?” She laughed softly. Making him feel even stupider by the minute. 

“That sounds really cool.” He looked up, surprised. She waved her hands. “I’m serious! Look...I work with agencies, assigning work to heroes based on quirk types and...I think yours sounds really unique.” He stared for a moment, his face going a little pink as she looked at her notepad. “So...your power is based on your Body mass...but BMI would be very insensitive and not to mention take away from everything else you can do...” She thought out loud. “I’ve got it!” 9X) grinned, turning around. “Fat-Gum!” She exclaimed, then turned immediately red. “no...no that sounds dumb doesn’t it?” He laughed, grinning ear to ear. 

“No...I like it.” He took up the form, and wrote “The BMI hero, Fatgum.” On the top then proceeded to write it on his welcome sticker as well. “Mind helping me get this on my back?” He asked. (X) Nodded, placing it on his back before giving him a thumbs up. 

“You’ve got this!” He nodded, smiling softly. 

“Thank you...you know, maybe if well...things go well, I’ll see you around.” She laughed, her eyes sparkling. 

“A sweetheart like you? They’ll love you Fatgum.” 

[silentcrowsilentravens]

Can I request how Alcina would see to a fourth daughter with autism? Hope you're well! :)

Of course!

Headcanons about Alcina Dimitrescu having a fourth daughter with autism.

(Fem reader).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Autism?

Alcina... has never heard the word before.

Back when she lived in America, it was a new term and neurodivergence was an extremely taboo topic in general.

However, just because she's unfamiliar with the terminology doesn't mean she's unfamiliar with autism.

(You can pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands) all of your sisters are neurodivergent, too, and Cass and Bela are both on the autism spectrum. Alcina picks up a few similar traits here and there between the three of you.

She will do her best to make sure that your needs are tended to properly.

And! She will figure quite a few of them out via blunt questions.

Have any food aversions? The kitchen staff will have special instructions for your meals that they dare not disregard.

Need some stuff to stim with? Alcina will have stim toys made for you.

Nonverbal to any extent? She will make sure you have a notebook to communicate with. A fancy leatherbound one with the house crest on it.

Need routine and consistency? Well... she’s already all about that, anyway.

If you ever get overstimulated, she will make sure to remove you from the distressing situation and get you somewhere quiet.

Special interests? You can bet your ass that Alcina's absurdly rich self will find a way for you to engage in those.

In conclusion, she loves you, Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela a lot. She can, will, and has killed for you four. Her daughters are more precious to her than anything <3

[kiatheinsomniac]

can we do the tank top and shorts for Jacob and Connor please?

You all LOVE these headcanons huh? AHAHA I'm happy to write them. (And I totally haven't recycled any ideas from really old oneshots into this hahaha) Jacob fans are getting a LOT of of my requests tonight it would seem HAHAHA

Ezio version. Arno version.

j a c o b :

You had been undercover on a mission, putting you ballet skills to use by blending in with the ballerinas so that you could get backstage to take out one target while also allowing Jacob to get backstage to kill another target.

Your man was dead in the small changing room that you had been assigned and you were in the middle of changing out of your costume and into your Assassin's robes. You had thrown on a pair of shorts and a tank top as your undergarments, planning on just pulling on a pair of trousers and boots along with your long coat in order to make the getaway much quicker.

You were only wearing said tank top and shorts when Jacob barged in, making you freeze on the spot as you thought that you might have been caught until you saw his familiar face.

He also froze when he realised that the changing room he had barged into was not just some random one but, coincidentally, the one that you were occupying.

Oh and that you were practically naked (as far as Victorian standards go).

And, some part of him that could act quicker than his decency decided to take in the sight of you while it was being bared to him

He took in each curve, each little detail that made you you: scars, beauty marks, stretch marks, birth marks, how your body curved and/or straightened out.

He only wished that he could see you for longer but there was a sudden pounding at the door and you were pulling your boots on while Jacob helped you into your coat, trousers forgotten about in your race against time to escape through the window.

You didn't fail to notice how much touchier he was after having seen you in such a state of undress as you made your way back to the train hideout.

It made you smile to yourself.

c o n n o r :

Put quite simply, he was left with very little option but to strip you of your clothing after pulling you out from the ice-cold lake that you had fallen through, having not realised that you were over a body of water with the thick later of snow that had rested atop the ice.

Did he feel like this was an utter violation of your privacy? Yes. Was he used to seeing the female body in such a state of undress? No.

You had already passed out from the cold and he had set you down on the rug in front of the fire which he fed a generous amount of wood to, pulling at your boots and leggings, tugging down your soaked trousers that bit at his skin with how cold they were, your flesh having gone paler than usual.

He removed your bodice, struggled with your stay and pulled your chemise over your head.

Boy, was he relieved that you had a black set of drawstring shorts and a tank top on as a final layer because if it had been white, he's almost sure he was have frozen in a way not too dissimilar to how you were.

He found his hands trembling as he pressed them to your skin, feeling how bitingly cold you were while his body flushed with heat and he ran to gather all the blankets, bundling you up in them and setting you on the sofa, pushing it towards the fire and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, holding you close.

He still felt extremely hot from the memory of so much of your skin being exposed to him, your beautiful figure not being hidden by such small clothing by any means.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard