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can i have Larry johnson headcanons pleaseeeeee 🙏🙏😔
Of course, pookie 🖤 😘 this list is a whole mess and just me rambling, but I hope you find enjoyment in it
Larry Johnson HC

{General} warnings: ???
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So, to start off, these are just general Hcs no relationships in sight, lol. Also, I may or may not go off topic once or twice about dumb shit and how I hate the stereotypes people place onto metalheads. Anyways I hope you enjoy
But let's get into it
Larry is surprisingly clean, contrary to popular belief.
You all always wanna make metalheads out to be nasty when most of us aren't. (Most of us.)
This dude is really big on keeping his hair 100% at all times. And to keep his layers extra spicy, he steals Lisa's hairspray
She fucking hates when he takes her hairspray. Cause he uses way too much
And I say he's clean, but he is also a little messy. There is a difference.
When it comes to his room and stuff, it's very loosely organized. like his art area is a little cluttered, but you won't like to find video games mixed in. it's just art supplies. The same goes for his video game. You're not gonna find his bong posted up with the Nintendo 64.
Unless y'all are smoking while playing games, but as soon as y'all are done, he's putting everything in its respected area.
Trust me, no smoker wants to lose their stuff
I also believe Larry can cook well. I'll bet he gets it from Lisa.
Like I know, she was one of those moms who was like.
"No son of mine gonna be a damn scrub."
She taught him how to take care of himself, and she's been doing it since he was little.
She taught him how to cook, clean, do laundry, dishes, and to fix basic shit like leaky pipes.
She taught that boy well. If you wanna argue, your time would best be spent talking to a brick wall
(Again, just cause someone's a metalhead does not mean they are just a dirty greasy loser. I fuckin hate those stereotypes, especially in Fandoms.)
And the best part is you don't expect it from him like. Someone could just mention it. "Oh yeah, my faucets have been leaking for a while now." And he would just be like, "Oh cool, lemmi see. " And you looked away for 2 seconds, and he fixed that shit
He's just full of surprises.
He's just smarter than he lets on, to be honest. I feel like he even forgets he's smart sometimes.
I'm going along with that. His insults are top-notch. He is hitting people with those rare insults. Especially Travis.
He also insults his friends for shits and giggles. But it's fine cause they normally hit him back. Unless he was feeling creative that day in which they just gotta look at him and go "damnn. Wtf dude." And then laugh it off.
It's ok he will apologize if warranted
Speaking of Warrent
He's one of those metalheads that almost refuses to listen to other genres other than death or black metal, but he does secretly be linking some 80s shit.
You know how I mentioned Warrant. Yeah, he secretly loves those guys. His favorite song by them is low-key Uncle Tom's Cabin cause he loves the story it's telling. It is generic, but it's a good song, so you can't judge.
He's also not a big Mayhem fan. Which is surprising. I feel like he finds them underwhelming, and he's just not a fan of them as people.
I'm going down a bit of a different path, though.
His sleep schedule is absolutely positive F.U.C.K.E.D. and what does that spell. FUCKED.
This dude can not get to bed at a decent time. Tell me why this fucker is waking up at 11 am and going to bed at 3:30 am???
He's mostly up painting. especially if he's stressed out.
He uses painting as his damn therapy. He also likes to paint his dreams. Like, he'll dream up a cool-ass floating head, and he'll paint that shit.
But sometimes his paintings are a bit creepy, and they freak Lisa out.
Like she will avoid looking at those paintings in the eyes they just make her uneasy. But she still loves his other paintings
Moving on to school life.
He's not a bad guy. He just gets into trouble with teachers a lot.
Like I said, he has a smart mouth, and that gets him into arguments with some of the teachers sometimes
And sometimes with students. Like, he's a skinny fucker, but if you got a smart-ass mouth, you need to be able to throw a mean-ass punch.
Again, Lisa taught him
It's not like she wants her son to get into shit but she knew if he kept his attitude, he was gonna have to be able to defend himself.
It's cool, though it's not like an everyday occurrence. They go to kind of a pussy ass school where people are mostly all talk.
Travis and Larry are the only notorious people who are known to talk shit and actually go through with it.
He stopped getting into a lot of shit after hanging with Sal more. Sals is more of a pacifist, especially in school, so Larry got better about getting into physical fights. But he and Sal will double-team a MF.
Like shit, they can be mean if they want to. Especially if they team up on somebody.
Fun fact: Larry doesn't have a driver's license. He kept failing his test cause of speeding, but does that stop him from driving??
No absolutely not that fucker still be driving, and the speed limit to him is more of a suggestion.
He takes corners fast, and it's lowkey scary
But yeah, that's about it. I've run out of ideas. It's late as fuck lol I hope you enjoy it! Also, this is not proofread, so if there are spelling errors (bet you $ 50$, there are), then auto-correct can suck my ass hard, lmao 🤣 I love you all and have a good night/day
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this post hit me with a whiplash of emotions and motivations so this popped out of my brain. please enjoy.
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45 hours of painting later and I now have completed the first in a series of seven (?) posters I intend to make for all seven (?) Deltarune chapters, starting with chapter 3!
some closeups





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if dess has a million fans i am one of them if dess has 100 fans i am one of them if dess has 10 fans i am one of them if dess has 0 fans im dead
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its not like they have other humans around to ask!
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you guys know that genre of family pictures
(might not be chronologically accurate sorry!)
since noelle looks like her father I feel like dess would look like her mother, which she wouldn't be too happy about (assuming she acted like she acts now when dess was still around), so i think she would do stuff like dying her hair or horns to look less like her
anyway more holidays...
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bad habits die hard.. you kno she mad as fuck
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A New Acquisition
When Kris became a Dreemurr!!
an important detail: I have a headcanon that Asgore and Carol are siblings. And english is not my first language so sorry if the grammar sucks😭😭
A comfortable Tuesday dawn, with the faint beginning-of-winter breeze gracing the faces of those wandering the sidewalks of the small, peaceful town — which wasn’t many people, honestly. The only one venturing through the empty streets of Hometown was Officer Asgore, the chill “sheriff” who was more known for calming down criminals with his kindness and soft voice than for scaring anyone.
Asgore was cruising around in his patrol car at the slowest speed possible, admiring the pretty town he lived in and enjoying the nice weather (while barely keeping himself from dozing off behind the wheel). His mind had wandered far, imagining his wife and son sleeping soundly in their warm beds, completely undisturbed.
The headlights were on high beam, casting a bright cone of light down the road ahead — it was almost too much even for Asgore’s own eyes.
The goat-man had been circling the town for hours. He yawned loudly, his eyes tearing up from exhaustion. Nothing was happening, everything was the same: the buildings in the suburbs were still unbothered by rebellious teens wanting to tag the walls, the church and cemetery were just as quiet and melancholic as ever, the downtown stores untouched, and even Mr. Cattenheimer’s grill was still sitting vulnerable in his open backyard.
Asgore passed by his street, driving toward the Holiday house for what must’ve been the tenth time, but something was different this time: a small basket was sitting suspiciously by the front gate.
Curious, Asgore pulled the car over and got out, walking toward the basket. Could be a bunch of things — after all, the mayor of the town, Carol Holiday, lived in that house. But a bomb? No way. This town was way too chill for any kind of terrorist attack on public officials...
The car's headlights were still flooding the scene with light. The closer Asgore got to the house, the colder the breeze felt. He shook his head and chuckled under his breath.
"Ah, Carol..." he thought, not actually annoyed — he was plenty used to his sister’s weird vibes by now.
Finally close enough to check the basket’s contents, Asgore saw a bunch of tiny blankets of all colors. Intrigued, he knelt down to get a better look. But before he could move the blankets, they started moving on their own!
Startled, Asgore hesitated — but listening more closely, he heard a soft little whimper...
“No way...” he whispered, struggling to believe what it might be.
Gently, he grabbed the edge of the blankets with the tip of his claws and carefully pulled them aside and... it wasn’t quite what he expected. It was a baby, yes, he got that part right — but it wasn’t a monster baby.
It was a human baby!
“A human?! A human baby?!” Asgore muttered in disbelief. “How many humans have I even seen in my whole life? Maybe twenty? And they were all adults — I saw them back in my college days!”
The little one whimpered again, clearly cold, and Asgore quickly wrapped the baby back up and held them close, thinking maybe his fur could keep the kid warm.
Such a tiny creature in his arms reminded him of when his own son, Asriel, was a baby. Asriel was four now, and still, this human was even smaller than he had been.
The child was peacefully falling asleep, soothed by the warmth of Asgore’s hold. Their cheeks weren’t all that chubby, but their little nose and tuft of brown hair gave them that adorable baby charm. Asgore couldn’t help but smile.
Looking inside the basket, he found a crumpled-up piece of paper. It was a birth certificate. The baby’s name was Kris, but the last name was scribbled out, just like the names of the parents. The section for the grandparents was completely blank. Other than that, everything else was filled out — date, place and time of birth, and the civil registry number.
“Kris...” Asgore repeated softly, reading the name aloud. He looked down at the baby in his arms. “Toriel’s gonna love you.”
He was right — that very morning, Toriel was already glued to the baby, acting like a first-time mom all over again. Asgore’s heart was warm with nostalgia. Even little Asriel had taken to the new addition — he thought the human baby was weird, but like, the cool kind of weird.
Carol, Rudy, little Dess, and baby Noelle all came by to see the newest Dreemurr family member. Noelle clung to her dad’s neck while staring curiously at the strange hairless baby, and Dess was busy giving Asriel a rundown of all the pros and cons of being a big brother.
Asgore told the whole story to the Holidays with a few laughs along the way. Carol was silently thanking the stars her brother had found the kid before she or Rudy did — she definitely wasn’t in the mood to have another baby in her house.
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