For any of your cryptid batfam AUs. We know Batman thinks criminals are superstitious and cowardly. So how superstitious should most Gothamites be? What are some of the superstitions and things they do because of that? And what random BS do the Bat kids do to actively encourage the superstitions because they think it’s funny?

Vibrates in headcanons.

Okay, so, this is less just the criminals of Gotham- a lot of goons are just trying to put food on the table after all- and more of, Gothamites in general. Like they have good reason to be superstitious.

Like everyone already knows about the Court of Owls, if nothing else then from the Rhyme they use to get children to behave. But Gotham? Is Weird with a capital W even in canon. There are literal streets that disappear and only reappear on certain days, areas where on specific days gravity just doesn't work right, several portals to hell have been opened just in Arkham alone, and there's enough curses and cults to smother any other place.

Funnily enough I am actually currently working on a story that focuses a bit more on the superstitions of Gotham lol. Like a lot of this stuff? Not shit you're going to see in the more tourist-esque spots, but those are death traps already.

Now a lot of the habits and myths of Gotham start out as a thing about Survival. It started less with things about the Bats and more about the Rogues and how to survive.

Tiny plant boxes meticulously cared for, after one noticed how plants react when Ivy is around. They line the windows of almost every home despite the smog, and some even pray through them for their Mother to not attack today.

Small scarecrow dolls, made of grass balls and cloth hang from overhangs on roofs with rope like a hangman, a charm in hopes that the one walking the streets will leave them alone. It ends with some claiming that if you rip the head from the body of cloth, the Scarecrow will come for you.

Small candles and lanterns begin to appear on the windowsills of children, their own homemade batsignals. Some say if you're very good, gifts will appear beside it, while others claim that if you're very bad, the Signal will appear and take you away.

Tiny shrines appear on rooftops over the years, meticulously carved statuettes within. It started with one for the Second Robin, and some whisper about how the Red Hood emerged from it, was reborn through their prayers and gifts. Now there are more, offerings ranging from snacks to child's drawings to figures of clay. No one dares take things from it, the last time someone tried... well, let's just say it didn't end well.

The thing is? The Bats don't even have to do much to encourage this, and don't usually even do it on purpose.

Everyone knows what happened to the ones who tried to be a vigilante. They know of the first Batgirl, humanity slowly dripped away the longer she huddled in the Bat's shadow until she was twisting around just like it. Any child who had been making their own costumes, their parents burned it that night, terrified that the Bat would take their children to be its own next. The small child, everyone knew about him, a wee little thing with a camera clutched against his chest. They all saw him run after the Bats despite the protests, saw him run towards the Bat as bodies crumbled before it. They saw him grab its arm with such tiny hands, and the Bat, grieving, stopped. They all saw the Bat whisk him away, and once more whispered to their children to never follow the Bats into the shadows. They know of the girl cloaked in amethyst cloth, who chased after them despite the warnings and pleadings of others. She disappeared, and the faceless thing of chittering laughs that raced the Robin that appeared in her stead... Everyone knows what happens to those who offer themselves to the Bats, knowingly or not.

Robin can mimic voices, their own childish giggles and clicks echoing across the stone slipping into another's words. What is merely a game to them is horrific for anyone wandering the streets in the dark of the night. Some say that it can steal your voice permanently if it so wished.

Everyone in Gotham knows that the Bats aren't human. Oh they might mimic and pretend to be as such, or even had been at some point, but they're confident they aren't. Even if they put on an act outside of Gotham, corpse-like skin gaining hints of color like blood is actually rushing through veins, everyone knows that's what it is. An act.

The Bats themselves? Well, it keeps their civilian identity safe- and the shrines have helped them get children out of bad home lives and to safety, so they're not going to just... not encourage it.

trick or treat🧡🧡 (idk if you want specific ish requests or not, but just in case ex husbands maxiel maybe? 👀 nothing spookier than that lol)

Always SO happy to talk about ex husbands maxiel. Here's a (possible, I can't commit this to stone) headcanon for how they end up back together (because of course they end up back together):

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After Max retires from racing, he starts spending more time at home with his sister and mother and less and less time in Monaco, and he and Daniel see less and less of each other. Daniel had been finding excuses to show up to races, helping out with commentary and stuff, but once Max isn't there, he starts splitting his time between Australia and LA, depending on business obligations. They go from seeing each other frequently to almost never and it's--Daniel feels hollow, like he's been carved out inside, and if something hits him wrong, he'll shatter into a million pieces.

He ends up deeply depressed in ways he can't acknowledge, going through the motions of his own life. Nothing feels right anymore. Food doesn't taste right. The air doesn't feel right on his skin. He still smiles and laughs and sees his friends, but sometimes it's like he's watching his life from a distance, not really experiencing anything anymore.

Then one day he runs into Max in LA, just like he used to before they were even dating, when his heart started beating fast at the sight of him but he wasn't able to acknowledge what that meant. It hurts this time, because even after the divorce, Max always used to tell him when he was going to be in town, but this time he didn't.

(What he doesn't know is that Max has been suffering too. He only retreated into his family for comfort. He's only stayed away from Daniel because the exes-with-benefits thing started to hurt too much. He always, always wanted to ask Daniel to give him another chance, but he was too afraid Daniel would say no.)

Daniel invites Max back to his place and realizes too late how shameful it is--unwashed dishes in the sink, empty cans and bottles scattered around, clothes on the floor of the bedroom (including one of Max's old Red Bull t-shirts, which he sleeps in sometimes, even though it lost Max's smell a long time ago). But Max doesn't comment on any of it, and they fuck on Daniel's rumpled, unwashed sheets, and afterward they hold each other for a long, long time, and Daniel has to keep biting down on his bottom lip to keep from saying something he shouldn't, or shouting, or sobbing.

Max is the brave one who finally says, "I miss you," and Daniel gives in to the impulse to ask Max to stay with him for a while. Max has a flight in a couple days, but he changes it and ends up staying with Daniel for a couple weeks instead, and even though they don't talk about what it all means, Daniel feels like he's coming alive again. His chest hurts constantly--like the pins and needles of the blood rushing back into a limb that was asleep--but that's better than the numbness he had before. They fall back into their old routines, going for runs along the same routes they used to take through the hills, visiting the restaurants they loved, curling up on the couch to watch dumb movies. Daniel ignores texts and calls from friends, because he doesn't want to shatter the illusion.

Then it comes time for Max to leave, and Daniel just--can't. He thinks he might die if he has to watch Max walk out the door again. He literally will lie down on the floor and never get up again. While Max packs his things, Daniel hovers, pacing the bedroom, opening his mouth and then closing it again against words he knows he doesn't have a right to say.

Finally, finally, he lets himself croak, "I don't want you to go." Max turns to him, and his eyes are red, and his hands are balled into fists, and he says, "I will stay, if you tell me to."

They cancel Max's flight. A month later, Max goes with Daniel back to Perth. The ache in Daniel's chest goes away. His smile feels real again.

Hobbies!

headcanons about what kind of hobbies i think some of the skeles have. this post includes undertale and underfell sans and papyrus. i want to smooch these guys so bad y’all.

| Undertale & Underfell || fluff |

Hobbies: you are here | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 4

words: 1045

Sans

Canonically it’s trombone, and he knows how to sew

He started learning how to sew pretty young (out of necessity) so he’s really good now. He made papyrus’s costume after all! He’s actually a pretty skilled seamstress and super super good at making barely visible, perfectly blended alterations to clothing. He’d be better at mending if he cared to, but he isn’t bad.

The trombone was probably in whatever the underground equivalent of his second year of high school.

Yes he was and still is a band kid sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

Other than in game canon, I see him doing origami. He found a box set of books (beginner, intermediate, and advanced) at the dump in great condition and decided to take it up.

He used to make a bunch of little characters and animals for babybones Papyrus to play with.

He makes so many paper stars. Like two of those really big mason jar fulls with a third actively being filled.

It became a bit of a coping mechanism to be able to pick up scraps of paper and make little things quickly and mindlessly. Not to mention the chance to make a wish

More than once he may or may not have used torn slips of blueprints and schematics for projects…. Oops

Papyrus

He’s so babygirl girliepop

He loves puzzles but that’s already covered by playing the game and this is not written to rehash the canon

So instead I will tell you about the million and one crafts he does (no I won't)

He so so crafty and creative so technically he does a lot of different things, but I see him loving making decor items. Stuff like rock painting and recycled garden decor. Yk those bottle cap flowers for your garden? Stuff like that.

His front garden is so cute because of all the stuff he put in it.

The rocks he paints are just random local forest and river stones. The paints are all natural and watershed safe. Ecological awareness queen.

He mostly does those dot patterns when and places them all around the garden and pathways. Sometimes he’ll do little faces or bugs to mix it up

ZUMBA omg

He’s such a Zumba girl you have no clue. He loves the fun danciness of it while still being a good workout. He’s very 90s fashion-wise so you know he’s in those brightly colored body suits.

He lovesss putting together and painting model figures. Kinda like dnd minis but I see him being more into put it together yourself robot sets (like Gundams or whatever they’re called)

Y’all he’s so down bad for sexy robots you can’t tell me he wouldn’t love Gundams. Just look at how he acts towards his action figures AND METTATON HIMSELF. He’s so tragic and so real tbh.

Red

He’s my artsy babygirl.

If you’ve read my headcanon post about him you’ll know.

He’s not very good, but he does do landscape paintings every now and then. Those times are more when he randomly decides to take a walk around a local park or something. He’s more interested in studying other artists’ work than doing it himself.

Onto an actual hobby: Whittling!

He discovered the hobby kinda on his own in the underground. Whenever he was forced to show up to his sentry station and couldn’t find a way to run off, he’d pick up sticks and cut them down to nothing with a pocket knife. Over time he started carving little shapes and figures into the sticks. He’d usually just make simple bone attacks or snow poffs. Sometimes if he found a bigger branch, he’d make replicas of some of the other royal guards or random machines.

Topside he makes so many animals. Like so many. His favorite things to make are birds. He has so many different types of whittled birds all over his room. There’s boxes in his closet overflowing with finished and half finished bird carvings. They’re also in the windows and you can see them walking past their house.

If he’s feeling fancy he’ll pull out the woodstain and give them a little depth to make the species more obvious.

He makes other animals too of course, but they’re usually gifts. He makes a bunch of forest animals for Frisk (their favorites are rabbits and deer).

He made an MTT carving Once when Edge was going through it and was increasingly stressed for like a month straight. Red is a bit of a hater so jacking anything MTT was like pulling teeth. You gotta do what you gotta do for the happiness of your siblings I'm afraid.

A lot of people see him working as a mechanic and I agree, but that’s his career and jobs can’t be hobbies so I’m not gonna go into depth.

Edge

Ok consider for a second: (silk) flower arranging

For one, I headcanon him working as a professional makeup artist on the surface so its not completely left field,

For two, I’m right and you know it.

He does it as casually as you can imagine Edge being casual. Mostly dining table centerpieces and hallways vases. He does silk flowers for places he doesn’t check as often (like hallways) but since he’s classy he dumps the extra G for the fancy fake flowers.

The real flowers are in foyers and on tables. He even takes the occasional flower arranging class in different disciplines to be able to have the skill to arrange any flower in any style.

Edge is such a granny so I think weaving would be reasonable too.

Originally he started out darning his clothes so they would last a few more months, but since he got topside he does a lot of more artsy woven pieces on those small lap sized looms.

He’s not too picky about the actual design; they’re usually classy and fancy and a bit pretentious like him but he’s not actually all that picky about it. He mostly makes scarves and wall hangs that he sells at the local farmers market and craft fairs.

All his friends do have specially designed and stunningly made scarves that he spent hours laboring away on. He gets to critical levels of happiness when he sees them wearing his hard work.

── ˖ ∿ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎… (𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝟐)

⭑𓂃・ random headcanons of the sully brothers

characters. neteyam sully + lo’ak sully

notes. this was a little fun thing to write about and it mostly came out as word vomit, so i’m sorry about that ! enjoy reading tho ❤︎ + not proofread

neteyam ⸰ֺ ࣭⭑𓄹

since he mostly hangs out with his parents to do some patrolling around pandora or hunting whenever he’s asked to— neteyam barely has time to chill. but when he does, he collects different types of stones and gems to make meaningful jewelry. he would be stuck in his tent for hours just arranging beads and stones together while thinking of the person he’s making it for. neteyam made one for neytiri, tuk, and kiri (his favorite girls). when he gifts it to them, he explains each meaning of certain stones/gems and why he chose them. one of his other hobbies is to sleep within the forest. of course, he would look for possible threats before he lounges in the leaves and falls into a deep slumber.

when kiri and lo’ak venture around pandora, neteyam is left with tuk. he loves to take care of her. he’s always holding onto his baby sister or is always sitting at eye level with her to speak to her as a sign of respect. neteyam carves out wooden dolls for tuk as well, he would spend a lot of time making the tiniest details and making sure that it was perfect (and safe) for tuk to play with. he’s even made a replica of the sully family. she probably has over dozens of wooden dolls and she forces neteyam to play with her. of course, neteyam plays with her and takes it very seriously.

neteyam is very popular within the omatikaya clan. a lot of the elderly folks and adults love to swoon over him, complimenting him whenever he comes by. this also means that he would be asked a lot of favors, which he doesn’t mind at all. neteyam is always walking around carrying heavy baskets filled with food and essential material all around the village. many other young girls crush on him as well. their mothers would go up to neteyam and basically play matchmaker so their daughters could have a chance with him and become his mate in the future. upon hearing this, neytiri tells all the village people to stop pestering neteyam all the time (she threatened some of the women that day as well). overall, neteyam is just hopelessly popular and wants to pay gratitude to the people he cares about.

personally, i see neteyam to be a subtly hater of the sky people, especially those who he’s unfamiliar with. whenever spider would visit their village, he would be a lot more distant and quiet (he’s a bit suspicious of his intentions at times). he has heard all the horrid stories from his mother and he made a silent vow that he would be more cautious around sky people; especially towards spider, knowing he’s the son of quaritch. it took awhile for neteyam to warm up to norm and the other scientists, but he eventually trusted them and now, he would occasionally visit their lab to study or watch over kiri when she wanted to see grace. neteyam just prefers to be with his own people and tends to be cautious on who he really trust, especially towards humans.

loves storytelling. neteyam has many things to share to anybody and everybody around him is always so curious about his adventures and accomplishments. occasionally, he would huddle with the village’s children and share amazing stories about the things he’s done with his family. when the sully family sought sanctuary from the metkayina clan, the sea children would be so curious about the forest and he couldn’t help but share all the traditions they have. neteyam loves to share his personal stories and share the tradition and culture of his clan whenever he has the chance.

while also being raised by spiritual traditions, neteyam learned more scientific knowledge. he was mostly taught by his father, going into the lab to study how the body works and what to do when an emergency happens. neteyam would sometimes be at the lab reading a book about physiology or curiously looking over how humans can transport themselves into an avatar (the sky people love it when he’s there). neteyam loves knowledge and he’s thankful to share both his mom’s spiritual background and his dad’s marine background. but one thing that really encouraged him to study was when jake told him the story before he became one with his avatar: how jake became paralyzed and how his life spiraled downhill when he was a human. through jake’s story, he vowed to protect his family by learning basic medical skills like cpr and learning the signs of shock.

lo’ak ⸰ֺ ࣭⭑𓄹

voice impressions is his humor. i feel like he would be into watching old movie films and pick up on character accents he likes so much. he even references movie scenes at times (neteyam doesn’t understand any of them, at all). lo’ak would even mock his family, replicating neteyam’s lecturing and tuk’s whining. the sully’s won’t admit it, but he’s pretty spot on with his impressions. the only person he’s really scared to impersonate is his father, being yelled at over a joke isn’t something he looks forward to (but jake secretly wants him to).

sneaks out, like all the time. when it comes to na’vi culture, everybody sticks together all the time— no privacy is left for anybody. being an outcast and all, lo’ak would venture alone into the forest and have some time for himself. he would either train by himself or just explore the forest to find new things to discover. lo’ak always comes back with cool stories so he tells his siblings about them (expect for tuk, he knows she’s a total snitch). neteyam and kiri discourage his independence because he might end up being in danger, so they sometimes secretly accompany him without lo’ak knowing.

has had a few crushes here and there within the omatikaya clan. since neteyam is a lot more popular, all the girls he had a crush on would infatuate over neteyam instead— so he’s very bitter about that. luckily, lo’ak could get over it pretty easily, he’s not always strung on someone especially when they don’t like him back. he’s mostly mad at neteyam for being a “lady magnet” (neteyam disagrees but he honestly feels a little honored to be called that).

as a teenager, lo’ak can be unfiltered with how he feels. so lo’ak has a foul mouth. whenever he’s injured, he throws in a fuck or two. when he’s frustrated, he’ll say shit or bitch. jake tells him to “watch his mouth” but it’s honestly his fault lo’ak curses like a sailor. neytiri highly discourages his bad language and tells him that a warrior’s last words shouldn’t be “demon language”. that really hit a nail for lo’ak, so he doesn’t curse as often.

takes a camera with him. lo’ak isn’t very awkward when it comes to taking photos and tends to keep photos of the scenery of pandora. he also secretly loves to keep memories of all the small moments with his family. in his section of his shared bedroom, lo’ak has a bunch of photos hung with all his favorite memories and the rest (mostly family photos because he’s shy) is kept in a box he leaves under his bed. he denies that he likes to do “mushy” stuff but obviously, he loves it.

play fights with kiri. growing up together, they always fought over the stupidest things. whether it be over a toy or when one sibling is annoying than the other. kiri and lo’ak are the closet with one another and why not settle your problems by throwing it down a bit. they would find a more secluded area in the forest so neteyam or their parents would not break them up. but neteyam always finds a way to locate them and tells them to stop before dad catches them. sometimes neteyam just sits around and keep tabs on who’s winning because he gave up playing the “responsible big brother.” lo’ak doesn’t hold back when it comes to kiri, he would pounce at her and wrestle her on the floor if he needed to.

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After the summer — Serenity Lovegood.

TW: slight mentions of suicide.

This headcanon contains spoilers for the ending of the story 'Summertimes Sadness.' If you're a reader of the fanfiction, I recommend not reading this.

Fontaine characters, modern AU

I'm so tired, i question if I can still turn back, but it's the only way to end and be free. I'm sorry, Navia.

"It's already autumn, and a year has passed since you left, Serenity," murmured Navia as her eyes got lost in the gravestone in front of her. The engraved tombstone reminded her of the essence of Serenity Lovegood, and the breeze carried with it the nostalgia of a time that now only existed in memories. Fallen leaves gathered around the grave.

"Here lies Serenity Lovegood, 2005—2023, she was a wonderful person, daughter, granddaughter, and friend.”

"You know, things are a bit more dull without you and your crazy ideas… And that's sad, everyone misses you." The blonde bent down to touch the gravestone and remove some leaves, as if trying to clear away the melancholy that gathered around the reminder of the loss. The wind whispered hints of absence, but Navia remained immersed in the warm echo of shared moments.

Her blue eyes filled with tears as she ran her hands over the name carved in stone, remembering. Each groove on the gravestone evoked a shared memory, a shared laughter, a moment that now only resided in the echo of her memory.

"Please, Serenity. I promise we'll figure everything out together, step away from there." She shouted as she tried to approach a young girl with pink hair and blue eyes near the edge of the building. Her long blonde hair clung to her face, just like her clothes were sticking to her body, due to the heavy rain.

"I… thank you, Navia. I really appreciate having met you and the others, but I…" The other girl's dimmed eyes looked at her with a sad expression.

"I really want to continue with you all…" The voice of the pink-haired girl broke more and more.

"But I can't anymore, I'm sorry, Navia. And just as the last autumn leaf falls, I will also go. Thank you for everything, Navia, thanks to you and the others." Those were Serenity's last words before she approached the edge and fell.

"No!" Navia shouted as she tried to reach the edge and grab her hand, but it was too late. She fell to the ground and approached the edge; her eyes opened wide, and she couldn't help but let out another scream as she clung to the railing.

"Na…, Nav…, Navia!"

The blonde-haired girl was startled when she heard someone shouting her name, turning to see Neuvillette, who had arrived with Wriothesley and Clorinde.

"I'm sorry… I was lost," she apologized as she began to stand up.

"Don't worry, you seemed lost in your thoughts. We came to leave flowers and were waiting for you to go with the others to a cafe."

"Oh, the usual cafe, right? Let's go." She began to walk with Neuvillette; her steps paused for a moment before looking back at Serenity's grave.

"Goodbye, dear friend."

@aspecardaweek​ day two ✦ tar-ancalimë + aromanticism 

“They met thus in the pastures often and often, and he altered the songs of the lovers of old and brought into them the names of Emerwen and Mámandil; and Ancalimë feigned not to understand the drift of the words. But at length he declared his love for her openly, and she drew back, and refused him, saying that her fate lay between them, for she was the Heir of the King.”

-JRR Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, “The Mariner’s Wife”

[ID: A picspam headcanoning Tar-Ancalimë as aromantic, consisting of 16 images in green, grey, black, and white (the colors of the aromantic flag).

1: Malika El Maslouhi, a moroccan-italian model with brown skin, dark and wavy hair, and dark eyes. She is looking up at the viewer with a serious expression and is wearing a black shirt. Green leaves fill the background / 2: A carved stone niche / 3: Lightning in a dark sky / 4: Sheep grazing on a hillside / 5: Marbled green, white, and brown / 6: Black text on a light grey background reading “may god have mercy on my enemies ‘cause i won’t” / 7: Black columns with ornate drawings or carvings in a traditional egyptian style / 8: Malika El Maslouhi looking through a sheer green cloth / 9: Malika El Maslouhi standing in front of translucent sheeting and looking at a stem of red flowers. She is wearing a brown coat with a high collar and her hair is tucked into it / 10: A multi-exposure shot of a crescent moon which appears doubled several times / 11: Foaming waves / 12: A river running through a green valley / 13: Green fabric with sequins / 14: Many candlesticks, some with candles and some without, standing in front of a silvery curtain / 15: Black text on a grey background reading “don’t play games with a girl who can play better” / 16: Malika El Maslouhi, looking intently at some strands of grass in her hands. She is wearing black and white gloves and a black shirt, and is backed by green leaves /End ID]

May i request hcs for lilia, riddle, and epel with a lover or crush if you want, who is shorter than them? Like about 150 cm short? From what i remember riddle is 160, lilia 158, and epel 156.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon!

*Short kings supremacy*

Okay so… most of these turned out to just mention the height sometimes but I think they’re still good. It’s just a general relationship hcs with a reader that is actually short too. But at least it looks more like hcs this time lol Hope it’s good enough. The short jokes might be, for sure!

Thanks for the request <3 |

Epel Felmier, Lilia Vanrouge, Riddle Rosehearts x g!n short reader with 150m / fluff / crush and lovers / headcanons / bow-tie trio

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

It goes without saying that since you have the closest height to his, Epel understands you on an almost spiritual level. The difficulties, the disadvantages and even some joys of being short. Of course, sometimes some classmates call you “kindergarten couple” and you have to hold Epel before he get on a fight and everything ends in confusion, but it's just the ups and downs of life;

Epel will always defend you from troublemakers, no matter how tall they are or if you know how to handle things yourself. A real man helps his friends in all situations and he wants you to know that you can always count on him;

When Epel realized that he was in love with you, the world seemed to change around him. It started to make more sense. You understand him better than anyone and whenever he is sad or down about something, you are there to cheer him up and make him regain his strength. He doesn’t have to sit still and stand tall, like a beautiful apple in a shop window. You are strong enough to endure the sweetness and poison inside him;

He needs to be honest: being the “tall one” of the couple makes him happy. No happier than necessary, he always assures you — and makes you laugh in the process. But there is something in the way that he can hug you and give you a shoulder to rest in the perfect position, give a cute kiss on your forehead without having to stretch all over to reach you and be able to support you in anything, literally or figuratively;

But Epel likes to look at your relationship beyond the heights. You always support each other's hobbies and engage in a real competition of compliments. You love each other so much that your friends don't even know what to do with you anymore;

Because you show him what you do as a hobby, Epel likes to gift you with carved apples — some he even made in front of you — and invites you to attend the Magift club workouts if you have time left. As if you were going to miss watching your little man put effort and give his all in his favorite sport!;

You don’t manifest yourself too loudly at such moments, keeping your cheer to yourself. But Leona and Ruggie can hear even your motivational whispers to Epel, which they like to use to tease him a bit. Despite the frowns he gives to his veterans, he couldn't be more grateful for your presence there;

Epel keeps telling you about Harveston’s stuff and his family. You know of stories even from the fifth generation of Felmier’s past. He has a photo album and once let slip that he couldn’t wait for you to be there either, sharing a story with him. Such words that made him blush furiously;

One of the things you do to cheer up Epel when he is sad is to prepare fried meat for him. You've searched for several recipes for seasoning meat and Epel is always prepared — and satisfied — to be your taste tester. To prevent Vil from noticing, you prepare a small portion of salad at the end and Epel brushes his teeth before returning to the Pomefiore. “It's two birds with one stone,” as he would say in his strong accent, chuckling;

Epel has always liked the sound and practicality of the concertina, more so because it was easy for him to play an instrument that isn’t bigger than him. He wrote a song for you but no matter how hard you try, he won't show you at all. Not until the right time, at least. You found this out because of a paper he was writing in but he held it up high so you wouldn't reach and take it from him — it was a pretty funny scene to watch, according to Ace;

Once you were distracted and Epel wanted to surprise you. So one minute you were walking and the next you were spinning in Epel's arms. The courtyard of the apple trees in the school had become a blur for you. You laughed out loud, amused by the surprise, and Epel’s heart was beating fast. He managed to hold you without difficulty, the result of his exercises. “Never forget this, ya see? I love you.”

Being a little gremlin catalyst for chaos is an ancient art and passed on to a few, but Lilia knew, the moment he looked at you, that he wanted to teach you everything he knew. Which became a problem because one part of his techniques had the magical abilities of his own kind as a basis and the other part was refined thanks to videogames — and he didn't even know how to explain what he learned;

Lilia is not much taller than you but he likes to float by your side because you complain about him “cheating” his height and your angry expression is funny. When you get used to Lilia's quirky humor, you end up laughing at these situations too;

Perhaps one of the most natural consequences in the experience of you falling in love with Lilia and vice versa, was that you became more involved with the Diasomnia family. And to find out that, in the most unusual way possible, yes, they were a family and that Lilia was older than he appeared. That was a shock. Did that mean you were going out with a family man?;

Once, Lilia showed you his wardrobe — “or at least,” his words, “what could fit in his suitcase to bring to school.” His bedroom itself was a war zone but, the wardrobe was an unknown whirlwind that could only take you to the fantastic adventure that was Lilia's aesthetic sense: being a wizard of the Middle Ages, a punk-rock teenager and a child who likes to wear literally everything;

Lilia ends up taking pleasure and initiative in teaching you various fencing techniques and  use of other weapons to compensate for your height in any fight you end up meeting by accident. You also train in hand-to-hand fighting, which usually ends in a tickling attack and endless hugs. Silver doesn't know what to do with you two;

Lilia always talks about you at the Pop Music Club, a simple part of the process of falling in love that he never got to go through. You were his first love, to be honest. Kalim is very fond of hearing Lilia comment on the things you do together. Cater once joked that you could pretend to be kids and pay half the price of tickets to the movies — and that was one of your most memorable dates;

You always cheer and support Lilia at the small club concerts. And when I say “small concerts”, they are mostly samples that the club is required to do once a month to prove that they are actually working. Usually you, Silver, Sebek and some other curious are present. Everyone fears Lilia's ability to play guitar with just his teeth but, you find your little man just amazing;

They say that the best couples are those who inspire each other to improve and you, following this course, decided to accompany Lilia in the kitchen. Whether it’s for disaster — because you might be worse than him, maybe — or whether it’s to improve him, you lean on each other to pick up difficult ingredients and have fun making recipes;

Lilia always tells you a lot about the Valley of Thorns and his past. They are stories about a place you never expected to know, a life that seemed to have gone through hundreds of experiences. Lilia regrets many things he did during the war and knows that since his family came from a time when human-faerie relations were thorny, his entire ancestry must have been mortified to see that he was reveling in human creations. And worse — better, in his view — his heart now belonged to a human;

You commented on your hobbies to Lilia and now, you can add one more: becoming the “mother” of Silver and Malleus. For Silver and Malleus, it's natural to treat you like a second relative, even if you don't have the same emotional maturity. Well, considering Lilia, the parenting parameters were confusing from the start. But it's nice to show the things you do to someone and see them simply in awe of the things you like. Sebek is that step-youngest-son who is still getting used to your presence but, little by little, you are gaining his respect and admiration;

Honestly? Your best dates are when Lilia picks you up to fly over the school. Or sometimes to literally dance in the air between Night Raven College’s towers and the clouds of the sky. It looks like something out of a movie and more like a dream. Your days in the future hold many more surprises and fantastic adventures, you assume. “I lived for a long time and saw several things. But you really make me have this human feeling of wanting to live much longer.”

The fact that Riddle can finally rest his neck and not look up so much to talk to you is a terribly guilty pleasure. Every time Riddle thinks about it, he gets into a dichotomy of laughing at his luck and feeling sorry for your bad luck. But you guys are literally ten inches apart and you're just adorable in his eyes;

There was this time that Riddle was being pestered by Floyd and being called “goldfish” as always, so you showed up and defended him from this great merman threat. Did you make it? No. The two of you had to run away from Floyd who became even more interested in teasing you and taking you both in his arms as if  you were two squishable teddy bears. But Riddle will never forget this day;

In fact, when it's your turn to fall victim of Floyd’s humor, Riddle comes to you and rescues you like a knight. All in the name of his love for you. He would face the Leech twins at the same time for you. He would reach for you the book from the highest bookshelves ��� which is difficult and time-consuming but not impossible — and help you with whatever you needed most;

Riddle loves your presence in his life. From studies to dorm leader work, from wonderful to bad times. You’re always there for him and that means a lot. You don’t require him to be perfect, without mistakes. In fact, you love those rare and even precious moments where Riddle does something weird or says something wrong and you laugh a little. “It's okay,” you assure him with genuine kindness;

Library dates are the best. Well, all your dates are the best, but there's something about the silence of the library, the comfort of bookshelves, the dust of old books and the sound of Riddle making pen notes that are really special to you. And he really tries to reach for you the most difficult books until you suggest using a chair as a support;

Speaking of support: this is one of the most beautiful parts of your relationship. Every ruler needs a consort, a precious and beloved right-hand man, the one who listens to your concerns and is one of the people who helps the ruler move forward, with advice, consolation and respect. The Queen of Hearts had her King and Riddle has you;

Riddle is your number one option to ask for help with studies. Just because you're both short in this endless valley of giants you call high school, it doesn't mean you shouldn't strive to have a good future going forward. If you have any questions, Riddle will always know how to solve them;

Riddle has never been allowed to have many hobbies, especially if they aren’t useful for studies, so when you talk about yours, he gets really interested. You basically teach him to relax most of the time. In these moments, Riddle takes you to the garden of Heartslabyul and you both take care of the hedgehogs — one of the few playful hobbies that Riddle has and he is happy to see you interested too;

When you have time available, most of the time you end up stopping at the school stables or at the Equestrian Club field. Everything to see Riddle ride a horse. He always takes time to notice your presence there, especially because you motivate him to maintain a more role model posture for the other students in the club. And if you ask nicely, he even takes you for a horse ride;

Riddle doesn't know how or if he would be able to introduce you to his parents for a number of reasons, not only the fact that his mother might not approve of you or the fact that he lost touch with his father thanks to her. It's all very difficult. A terrible baggage that he doesn’t want to throw on your shoulders, even if you insist on wanting to help him in what you can;

When no one is watching, Riddle and you hide in the garden where the dorm has the Unbirthday parties — because, as you once well noted, it didn't go against any rules. Riddle sits on his throne and you pull out a chair to stand near him. The throne is too small to fit two people, even those that aren’t taller than one mile. You don't do anything scandalous there, you both just talk privately in the open air, away from the worries and confusions of the world. It is logically ideal. “I know it's too early to say that, but I want to have you by my side for my whole life.”

A Daring Prefect (Amit Thakkar x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: Amit and Reader are in an established relationship. Together they venture into the Forbidden Forest because they are on a mission. Danger awaits, a Centaur shares his wisdom, and a relationship is put to the test as it is confronted with double standards.

This story can be read as a continuation of the headcanons with Amit I wrote. Read the first part, please, if you haven't already.

This is probably the last part of the story.

Reader's gender, house, and appearance are not specified.

A/N: Hello everyone! Please enjoy! Also, I have received a request for a Twilight fanfiction that I am working on. It will take some time, however, until I post it. I just wanted to say that I did not forget about the request. I want to mention again, though, that I don't feel comfortable about writing sexual stuff about characters that are minors. For anyone interested, the requests are still open!

“Are you sure this is safe?” whispered Amit, following you along a winding and dark path in the Forbidden Forest.  

You looked over your shoulder, noticing his trembling form. “The Forbidden Forest is never safe.” Staring stubbornly ahead, you added indifferently, “Besides, there is no need for whispering. Whatever presides in the forest and wants to hear you will hear you regardless of the volume of your voice.” 

“Wow. Now, you are being very reassuring.” Amit scoffed, crossing his arms. 

“If it helps you,” you said matter-of-factly, “the best way to survive the Forest is to be realistic about its perils.” 

“No. That does not help at all!” Amit rushed forward to catch up with you as a little spider glided past his feet and out of sight. Scared, he clung to the arm you held aloft to cast light with a simple Lumos. “So, where exactly are we going to meet Dorran?” 

At his question, you perked up, your eyes locking on his face and gazing at him with a warmth only reserved for him. “Oh, we did not agree on a location to meet up. Dorran said he would find us as soon as we were inside the Forest. After all, he knows when extraneous forces enter.” 

“Right,” Amit nodded. “Usually, the Centaurs don’t interfere with extraneous forces and keep to themselves.” 

“Exactly.” 

You and Amit passed a prodigious statue that depicted a wizened magician. His arms were stretched to his sides, and his robe, although carved from stone, looked like it would flutter in the breeze at any moment. 

“Oh, look, the statue!” Amit pointed excitedly at the artistic stone construction. However, he was surprised by the grim glint in your eyes. 

“I know.” Your words were pregnant with meaning, but you chose not to elaborate. 

“Hey, what’s that look for?” Amit disentangled himself from you, stopped walking abruptly, and stemmed his hands on his hips. “It’s just a statue, or is it not?” Curiously, he walked over to the stone wizard.

“Amit, stop!” You tried to run towards him to grab his robe. Anything to stop him from his impending doom. But you tripped over a root and twisted your ankle, falling to the ground. “Shit!”

“Language.” Amit chided. His Ravenclaw brain was so occupied and enthralled with his observation that he hadn’t noticed your ungraceful fall. Instead, he continued walking steadily towards the statue. “I wonder who built it?” Amit brought his hand to his chin, his dark complexion glowing beautifully in the moonlight; even now, you were gushing over him. “And what for? No one would come to the Forbidden Forest voluntarily to appreciate this piece of architectural beauty.” 

“Amit!” Hastily, you tried to get up from the ground. But your injured ankle betrayed you. As you made to rise, your foot could not hold your weight, and you tumbled down again, landing on your knees and holding yourself up with your hands. You should have never brought your dashing, innocent Ravenclaw boyfriend with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge to the perilous and unforgiving Forbidden Forrest. 

When Amit raised his hand to touch the statue, it seemed to happen in slow motion. The unawareness on his face. The horror on yours. Right before his hand came into contact with the wizened stone wizard, an arrow shot past your line of vision. Moving skillfully and precisely, it flew towards Amit and cut through the empty space between his thumb and index finger of his raised hand. 

Shocked, Amit screeched and pulled his hand back, looking aghast at the monument. At the place where the arrow should have hit its mark and be sticking out from the stone. However, it seemed to have disappeared in it. It was just gone. 

“Great,” you mumbled, heaving yourself up with great effort. “Hopefully, all the Dark Wizards in the Arena won’t see nor be alarmed by the arrow.” Gratefully, you turned towards Dorran, who nodded at you as a way of greeting. He slung his bow over his shoulder and walked calmly towards Amit, who was holding his chest and breathing unevenly, his back still facing Dorran.

“Little man, you shall not interfere with danger you cannot begin to fathom.” Dorran halted and stared down at Amit, who slowly turned around. 

Your Ravenclaw boyfriend looked like he was about to faint. His expression was crestfallen, and he tilted his head to look at you for help. 

“Little man, do not let your curiosity mislead you.” Dorran continued. “Be glad the stars called me. They do not foresee your end yet. Don’t go too soon.”

“I’m trying,” Amit swallowed.  

As Amit became aware of your distraught state, and how you limped towards him, his brain pieced together everything that had transpired in the past seconds. His fear dissolved. Reverently, he looked at Dorran. “So, you are Dorran. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” However, his greeting was only a formality to not appear rude. Immediately after these words had left his mouth, he sprinted towards you, slung your arm over his shoulder, and supported your weight. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Amit.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You couldn’t have foreseen my fall.” 

“But I could have paid more attention.” Shamefully, he glanced at his feet. “So, what is the mystery behind this statue?" 

“It is the secret entrance to the Dark Arts Arena,” you explained. “Trust me, you don’t want to go in there unprepared. All the Dark Wizards throw around the Unforgivables as if they were selling sweets at Honey Dukes.” 

“So, you have been inside the Arena?” Panic-stricken he glanced at you. For the first time, Amit looked distrustfully at you. His morals were waging a war as he doubted you righteously so. “Did you use the Unforgivable Curses?” 

You bit your lip and avoided his intense gaze. Expertly, you refused to answer his question directly. “We said no more lies, remember?” 

Amit gasped. He was unsure of what to do. Surprisingly though, he held you tighter. However, he refused to meet your eyes. Doubt was feasting on his emotions, destroying his body and mind. Maybe he didn’t want a criminal to flee right after they have confessed to their crimes. “Then that makes you a Dark Wizard, too.” 

You swallowed. Knowing very well that he was right. 

Dorran intervened. “Your friend, little man, has no malice at heart. There is a difference between being a Dark Wizard with true intent and using the Curses to protect your loved ones.”

“It’s all the same to me.” Amit shook his head. “I love you, Y/N… but you have to mean the curses to cast them.”

“Thank you, Dorran,” you said sadly, “but Amit is right. Even if I meant to protect the people I love, I also meant to control, torture, and…” 

“Kill,” Amit finished coldly, looking anywhere but at you.  

You sighed heavily, your chest heaving up and down. “Yes, kill my enemies. Seeking comfort in a double standard would be ridiculous.” 

“I see,” Dorran began in his usual sonorous voice, “but you Wizards and Witches are a paradoxical society. That is what allows your kind to strive. I do not mean to say that I agree with your ways. But don’t you think it is paradoxical that it is considered appropriate to use certain spells and jinxes to hurt others? To use them for battle and label other spells as unforgivable? At any rate, using any kind of magic to hurt is unforgivable. You sully the true purpose of magic.” 

“I see where you are coming from,” Amit nodded thoughtfully, a dark shadow clouding his features. “But the three Unforgivable Curses are categorized as such because they are immediate in their effects. There is barely any recuperation for the victims. Last of all with the Killing Curse. Physical and psychological damage will follow the victims for the rest of their lives.” 

“I see we have reached an impasse. Maybe we should discuss this matter at another time.” Dorran looked at the tree crowns above him. They rustled quietly and forebodingly, sending shivers down your and Amit’s spines. “The Forrest is getting restless. Danger abounds. Awaits the careless. Here, my friends.” From the leather pouch around his waist, Dorran extricated the healing herbs that Pippins had requested from you. “I believe you came for this. Why don’t we see whether they really work? My little magician,” he turned to you, handing you one leaf. “Put this on your ankle and test the theory of that potion maker.” 

“Thank you.” You took the leaf and sat on the ground. Amit helped you. He placed a hand on your lower back as you pulled off your shoe and sock to let the healing herb rest on the bare skin of your ankle. 

“If the leaf heals your injury without having to squeeze out its juices, then this herb is truly powerful. Imagine what it could do if used as an ingredient for a potion.” Amit said quietly, brushing hair back from your face. 

Soon enough, a green light enveloped your ankle, and you felt the pain subside. 

After you had put on your sock and shoe again, you and Amit thanked Dorran. You waved and headed back to the castle, hearing Dorran’s voice ringing through the Forrest after his body was long gone from sight.  

“That is the true purpose of magic. To nurture life. Not to destroy.” 

Needless to say, you and Amit were left with a lot of stuff on your minds. You were not only thinking about the double standards of the magical community, but also about what would become of your relationship. Could Amit still trust you? Would he turn you in? And if not, could you trust that he would definitely not do it? What if he changed his mind?      

Hey, please scream about Turgon and Elenwë at your earliest convenience.

HI, DO YOU HAVE APPROXIMATELY 200,000 YEARS TO SPARE?

NO? 'THAT'S AN UNREASONABLE AMOUNT OF TIME,' YOU SAY?

FINE, I WILL ATTEMPT TO CONDENSE THIS INTO ONE TUMBLR POST.

TOP 10 HEADCANONS/THOUGHTS ABOUT TURGONxELENWE:

I think their attraction to one another was instant. Literally I headcanon a "spotted across a crowded square in Valimar" meetcute, in which Turgon thinks "WOW THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMOL WOMAN I HAVE EVER SEEN WITH MY OWN TWO EYEBALLS" and Elenwë is like "check out that stern-faced hottie with a bodyyyy" 👀👀. And of course Turgon is Socially Awkward AF, but luckily Finrod is RIGHT THERE to witness EVERYTHING and plays wingman.

As implied above, the height difference between the two of them is REAL. Turgon loves scooping his little wife up in his arms. Elenwë has never once protested about this.

My headcanon Elenwë is the daughter of a prominent Vanya, so she's very dainty and poised and lovely, but she also loves to laugh and be merry.

Elenwë thinks Turgon's social awkwardness is THE MOST ENDEARING THING and she teases him about it ENDLESSLY, but always with love.

Turgon is Bad At Talking, but he writes THE SWEETEST love letters, which is good, because for awhile they're long-distancing it from Tirion and Valimar.

Turgon is also Very Bad at Asking For What He Wants, always. But fortunately for him, Elenwë is very good at Knowing Exactly What Her Husband Wants, always. (But she will MAKE HIM use his words in order to get it, dammit! XD)

Turgon loves to plan things and sketch out plans for buildings and cities. Elenwë loves to watch him work, and will always come take his quill away from him and drag him from his desk whenever she senses he needs a break.

I think Turgon begins to hear faint whispers from Ulmo from very early on in Valinor, whenever he ventures close to the sea. He confides in Elenwë about it, she tells him it means he's destined by the Valar to do great things. To which he responds that he doesn't wish for greatness, only to have her by his side always. 😭

Turgon was THE HAPPIEST he's ever been in his life during the time Elenwë was pregnant with Idril, and he cried with happiness when his daughter was born with his wife's same golden hair.

Turgon had a lot of angst over the fact that his mother decided to stay behind in Valinor during the flight of the Noldor, and he feared that Elenwë would make a similar choice, not wishing to be parted from her kindred. He was SO RELIEVED when she told him (several times over, because it took a hot second for him to be able to slow his anxious mind down and listen) that under no circumstances would she ever willingly leave him and Idril. 😭😭😭

BONUS: Turgon built Gondolin in tribute to Elenwë. He chose white stone because his wife always wore a gown of white, and his favorite time of day is dawn, when the golden sun crests over the mountains and sparkles against the pristine courtyards. He plants her favorite flowers all over Tumladen, and he spends months carving a statue of her in a very prominent place in the city. Idril knows she can always find him staring at it whenever he's troubled or anxious about something.

ANYWAY, THOSE ARE A FEW UNFILTERED THOUGHTS. I'M GOING TO GO SCREAM INTO A PAPER BAG NOW OVER HOW MUCH I LOVE MY PRECIOUS DOOMED BABIES!

[and if you want a slightly unhinged one-shot, here's a lil Orpheus/Eurydice inspired TurgonxElenwe drabble.]

My very good headcanon about the whole Khajiit embassy thing during the 2E Interregnum (ESO)

(presented in the form of a WIP snippet. a lot of said WIP is journal entries. 1.2k words. G rated.)

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“As you may have heard, there have been frequent delays and setbacks in building the Khajiiti embassy,” Eymei explained as we began making our way up the long stone stairway to the Altmeri embassy. “It’s been years now, and ground still hasn’t been broken.” 

“This is unsurprising, given who is in charge of building it…”

Eymei rolled her eyes apologetically. “Yes. In fact we in the Thalmor heard rumors that the Altmer ambassadors were deliberately slowing the process, if you can believe that.”

I could, of course.

We stopped momentarily to assess the fashion choices of the rowdy adventurers congregated outside the Undaunted enclave, and Eymei spoke as we watched. “As the de facto cultural stewards of the Dominion, the Thalmor kept receiving items meant for the future embassy. The Mane, Queen Khamira, and other Khajiiti dignitaries have sent all manner of books, documents, artwork, religious artifacts, and cultural pieces.” She paused as we both became distracted by an Argonian with glowing armor. “Some of the goods were even sent in beautiful masterwork caravan wagons. It began to be difficult to store all of it.”

I looked up just in time to avoid being knocked out by an empty mead mug, which had apparently been tossed into the air after being depleted. Eymei and I decided we were not currently drunk enough to be among the Undaunted, and resumed our climb. “Surely, there must be a musty basement or abandoned cave somewhere that you Elves would see fit to stash Khajiiti cultural treasures? Until the embassy gets built, of course.”

“Oh, you Khajiit need not worry; I am certain a leaky barn will eventually be graciously provided,” Eymei said. As we reached the landing of the long stairway, I thought I saw her suppress a smile, but at the time I did not yet know why. “A few of the prominent Baandari clan mothers heard of the tragic construction delays and storage problems, and sent some beautiful high-quality tents—large, weather-resistant, and very durable.”

As she finished speaking, we finally reached the top of the stairs, and there I saw several huge Baandari bazaar tents set up on the lawn of the Altmeri embassy! Ah ha! Oh, it lightened my heart immediately! “How did the Elves ever allow this? How could this happen?”

“An outrage, no?” Eymei folded her arms across her chest and shook her head. “As you can well imagine, such disrespect for proper procedure has me incensed,” she said, with the prim Altmeri seriousness she employs only when she is not serious. “The rumor is that the Khajiiti immigrants who had transported the tents here came up with the plan. Supposedly, they recruited the help of a couple of Eyes of the Queen, some Vinedusk Rangers, and a few sympathetic Altmer from the Thalmor.” Oh? I nudged her with my elbow, and she smirked at me, but quickly returned her gaze to the tents and resumed her disapproving Altmeri stare. “Of course, one never can say exactly how these things happen! One morning, all of Elden Root simply awoke to a brand new Khajiiti embassy.”

And it is actually quite an impressive embassy! The largest tent is truly massive, larger than some of the buildings on the embassy grounds. Inside it was beautifully appointed with wooden platform floors and waxed-canvas walls to keep out the Valenwood rains; a relaxing communal meeting space with Elsweyri rugs, cushions, and furniture. Under another of the tents, opulently carved and colorfully painted traveling merchant wagons were open to display their contents: a few carts made up a decently-sized library, another two housed exhibits of Khajiiti woodcarving and sculpture, and another held an impressive number of temple artifacts from all over Elsweyr. Another tent housed offices and embassy services—it really was functioning completely as an embassy!

Surrounding the main tents, there were several smaller tents and carts where chefs were cooking Khajiiti food, and artisans were selling their handicrafts. There were musicians performing, children running around, and people laughing and playing games on the lawn—this is what I loved most! Of course an unsanctioned embassy that rankles Elves is a testament to sleek Khajiiti cleverness, but Khajiiti cleverness is to be expected, yes? The lively atmosphere was the genuine treasure; a true slice of home. If I’d closed my eyes, I could imagine I was in Riverhold. What a beautiful thing to find in Elden Root!

When I turned to Eymei, she was grinning wildly at my reaction, waiting for me to say something.

“It is… the closest thing I have felt to walking through Riverhold’s marketplace,” I said, and I could not fully mask the sound of sadness in my throat. We both looked at the ground for a moment; it will be a long time before it is safe for this one to return to Riverhold... But, I did not want to be sad in such a place! And anyway, to be truthful, I have found it more difficult to remain sad around Eymei. I will not tell her this. “Have you eaten at these carts? Is the food good?”

Eymei looked sheepish. “Heh, I have eaten here a few times, but… I am… trying to… uh… develop a taste for sweet cuisine,” she said, “so it is hard for me to say whether the food is good.” 

This was so adorable to me! I will not tell her this. I laughed, and she looked away in embarrassment! Bright Moons, dear Eymei, why ever would you be trying to cultivate a taste for Khajiiti food? Ha, what a beautiful thing to find in Elden Root.

The embassy has become a popular spot for people of all races to congregate in the evenings. I can see why—it is hard to beat the location, ha! Apparently complaints from the Altmeri ambassadors—about the noise, the food smells, the rambunctious children, the merchants, the music—have largely gone unheard. Eymei said she’d heard that the Chief Ambassador went as far as appealing to both King Camoran and Queen Ayrenn, but so far has had difficulty receiving a response. 

It is the perfect Khajiiti embassy, yes? As an embassy should, it brings about greater cultural understanding, and in this case, celebrates the Khajiiti ability to inhabit many truths at once. It is a monument, yet built as if on shifting sands. Although it exists, it also does not exist—after all, ground still has yet to be broken on the embassy! As we always do, Khajiit make a fine art of standing conspicuously in places we are not wanted. Yet, there, one feels Khajiiti hospitality—Khajiit can be true ambassadors; we have brought the best things about Elsweyr to the people of Elden Root. Let’s see the Elves build us a structure of stone which can accomplish that!

Hi can I request bayverse headcanons reaction of crosshairs, bumblebee and optimus prime and megatron meeting a woman reader of gorgon medusa? Does the reader have a snake body with armor and does her power to turn people to stone also work on Cybertronians? (the reader can only transform someone if they want).

Megatron:

Megatron was just wandering the Earth, exploring it, looking for things he may find of use to him. He didn’t know you existed, nor that he was walking into your home until it was too late. You showed up, hissing and baring your teeth.

He finds you to be an interesting specimen. But he likes you a lot more than the humans. You’re stronger and less squishy, with armor and an ability to fight. You’re far superior to all humans. And Megatron likes that.

He saw the Cybertronian statue in your lair, so he knew your power was also fatal to him. But he had no intention of getting on your bad side.

He wanted a partnership. He felt as though you could be useful to each other. He could provide you with a better home and more protection from the humans. And you can be a valuable weapon in his arsenal.

All he had to do was convince you to join his side.

Crosshairs:

It was a complete accident that he found his way into your home. He tried his best not to knock over any of the statues littering his way. Most of them were human, he only started to get concerned when he saw one of a Cybertronian. He wondered who carved it and how they had made it look so realistic.

Then he saw you, in your slithery glory. You were not a human. Crosshairs assumed you had come from another planet like him.

You yelled at him, telling him to leave. He wasn’t scared, but he didn’t appreciate getting yelled at by a stranger.

“Trust me darlin’, I’m trying. Now where is the exit in this place?” You calmed down after realizing he was not there to attack you. Once you realized her was eager to leave, you showed him the exit.

Crosshairs was happy to leave. He didn’t need to make any more friends. Though his large mouth is hard to keep shut, so he compliments the statues, saying you have some great carving skills.

“They aren’t statues, I didn’t carve them.” Crosshairs stopped, then began to mentally kick himself. He wasn’t curious, he wasn’t curious. Yes, he was.

He asked what she meant. Then wished he didn’t. A creature with the ability to turn others into stone, he found it terrifying. He was just glad she only did it on those she felt threatened by.

Crosshairs said his farewell and quickly left. He made sure to remember the location of your home, so he could make sure to avoid it.

Optimus:

He had heard about some strange activity on the human’s news. Usually, Optimus would not bother himself with humanities issues. But many eyewitnesses mentioned the words monster and alien. So, he decided to investigate.

He drove to the place of all the sightings, making sure no humans were around before transforming, He then began to search around. Optimus was expecting to find a Cybertronian, perhaps one who was lost or trying to hide. He was not expecting to find you.

You were definitely not human. Though he did not know what you were.

Optimus bared his empty servos and spoke softly, stating he was not going to hurt you.

He was intrigued, your snake-like body was unlike anything he had seen before. He was glad that you were interested in talking and not fighting. He got to know you and your story, and he then reciprocated with information about himself.

Your power was quite intimidating, but he was not worried. He was not going to hurt you, which meant you had no reason to turn him to stone.

He knew you could possibly be fine on your own. But he offered you safe harbor with him and the other Autobots. He knows how dangerous humans can be, and he does not want the wrong kinds of humans to stumble into your home. At least with him around, he could offer you a little more protection from harmful humans.

Even though technically your power made you more dangerous than all the humans. He thought it would still be nice to take you under his wing.

Bumblebee:

Bee was on patrol when he heard screaming. He rushed over to where the commotion was and spotted and number of humans with guns. He also spotted you. Your snake form backed against a wall, your armor scratched and dented.

He was not off put by your appearance. He’s a giant robot, so he has no grounds to judge. What he did feel was pity and worry. He could see you were scared and running out of options.

One of the humans was aiming their gun, about to fire, when you flashed your eyes and turned them to stone.

Bee was a little alarmed. He’d never seen such power. He hoped he’d never be turned to stone. But you were in danger, and he couldn’t stand by and do nothing. That was not what Autobots did. He had to help.

The rest of the humans were about to open fire when Bee quickly jumped in front of you, taking all the hits. The bullets bounced off his frame.

“I’m getting you out of here.” Bee said through his radio then offered you, his servo. You took it. Bee carefully picked you up and took you to safety.

Bee did not feel sad for the human who was turned to stone. They threatened you and you defended yourself. Yet he also thought your power was quite dangerous and he hoped you only used it when you had to.

Bee took you somewhere safe before putting you down. He introduced himself, asking your name and asking about your history.

He was very curious to know where you had come from, and how you were on Earth. He wondered if it was a similar tale to his.

Headcanuary Challenge - One Headcanon per Day

Day 2: Weather

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Wind is the defining force shaping Utapau's topside landscape. While most of the planet's surface is covered with grassland-type ecosystems differentiated by temperature, altitude, and soil type, there are some areas where rock and sand predominates the landscape.

From these areas, massive hyperwind storms form. The fine sand and ancient seabed silts are blown up into a static-charged front that sweeps across the planet. Hot air fronts rise underneath denser, cooler fronts from the poles, causing instability in the vertical air current.

Cyclones, sometimes kilometers wide, spin off. They are known to be so violent and frequent, that permanent settlement of the surface has been deemed impossible. That said, the natives of Utapau have adapted to the weather conditions of their planet.

Most of the population lives in sinkhole cities, powered by wind turbines and kept sheltered from the violent storms above.

Some live outside the cities, in areas not carved by the receding Great Ocean, but by the wind itself. In the canyon regions, shear winds are common, but they rarely form into the more destructive storms that plague the flatter landscapes. Similarly, the Dactillion clan makes their winter home atop a massive plateau, kept safe above the areas where storms sweep through.

Others have their own ways of dealing with the storms. Utai shepherds, tending to their animal charges, will never stray far from a sinkhole or cave system. Most surface clans of Pau'an Plainsmen use their sensitive hearing and word of mouth to track the storms, constantly moving their homes to stay abreast of the weather. The Stormbolt clan makes their livelihood sticking close to the margins of the fronts, serving as a last warning system for other Plainsmen while reaping the benefits of the percipitation coming off the edge of the storms.

After all, while these hyperwind storms are destructive, they are essential to the planet's ecology. As mentioned in yesterday's entry, there is no standing surface freshwater, so the storms keep the dense inland prairies hydrated as they pass. Lightning-enduced fires and wind keep the sparse blba trees from taking over the landscape. Minerals locked in stone made from ancient seabed are blown over the fields, introduced back into the soil to nourish rich plant biodiversity (and subsequently, animal biodiversity). Reptavians flourish, riding the air currents to the farthest reaches of the planet, often drawing Pau'an and Utai close behind.

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tagged by @sheirukitriesfandom for this tag game... tagging anyone who wants to participate :) i've delved into the entire julienne canon for this

A line from your fic that makes you laugh

‘I’m a forester,’ said he, ‘a local forester: and I’ve seen you gallivanting about the place, evaporating trolls and what-not: and the city guard’s always short of people who can… evaporate trolls. And what-not.’

(i didn’t know how to finish this line so i put the last bit as a placeholder and now it’s stuck)

A line from your fic that makes you sad

Malborn possessed, was so perfectly not him, that I did not at first see him, nor want to see him. Malborn at the Earth-stone with the others, with their voice, – 

(from this fic)

A line from your fic you're proud of

‘Keep your secrets,’ I cried, trampling some volume which overreaching, had gone diving into the ink, ‘keep your damp soggy books, keep your damn Seekers,’ head still spinning from one, which having got in Apocrypha more legs than sense, had fallen wriggling to the same fate as all its knowledge, ‘keep this, for I already have one!’ throwing a first-edition Waughin Jarth almost directly upwards; and half regretting it when it fell spine cracked before me, – ‘oh! whatever can you see in me! only tell me the Word, and let me go!’

(from this fic)

A line for your fic you think could have been better

(idk since i’m at a point where i can pretty much edit any line i want hehe. currently going through old fics and rewriting them into my headcanon... lines aren't the problem, whole paragraphs are)

A line from your fic that makes you want to punch a character

And Ulfric Stormcloak himself, who had hardly dealt a blow yesterday, picked up his carving-knife as if it were his finest sword; and cut flesh.

(that man is not a warrior. he only thinks he is because he's big and ginger. from this fic)

A line from your fic that makes you go 'aww'

Looked quite directly at me: the books all forgotten: they had been special, but this must be special.  ‘Is that, – is that an Amulet of Mara?’

(from this fic)

A line from your fic that's full of symbolism

In my vigilance I wondered if I had got it all wrong, if I were not even the Dragonborn, – if the heroine required by the age, and so loved by profiteering bards, would not come like me, like a mouse; but would rather burst through a door she was too tall for, and Shout so loudly for something so trivial as a drink, that all glasses but the one steadied by her hand trembled almost onto the floor.

(don't really know what's meant by symbolism here. this is more about julienne than anything else... from this fic)

A line from your fic that contains an Easter egg

‘The green ray!’ I cried: ‘you saw the green ray. I do not know what it is. People are superstitious about it, –’ and recalling the superstitions, thought I had better not press the issue. 

(it’s not much of one but it’s the most overt jules verne reference in a fic thus far)

A line from your fic that's shocking

[...] where I had before seen it addressed to Julienne, – imagined it! – read only: Dragonborn.

(delphine gives julienne an ultimatum about paarthurnax. idk how much of this will end up in the final canon... from this fic)

A line from your fic you want to talk about more

(idk what this is supposed to be about. there are no lines in particular, more paragraphs and fics)

Hi! I wanted to submit this to you it may be a little self indulgent but you are one of my favorite writers and I need my confort.

So headcanons (or whatever you feel doing) for C3 x Druid!reader, them on a idyllic meadow with a lake, chilling, cuddling and the reader making flower crowns or putting flowers on them while they feel asleep under a tree… you can write whatever comes to your mind for each one really those are just some ideas😊

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Welcome 🌱🫖 anon 🥺 This was a very soft idea, very self indulgent. I don't normally dish out requests so soon after they've been recieved, but I had to bump it up my queue list

~ Poet

Druid!S/O's Day Out Date

Ashton 💙

You're only there five minutes before Ashton flops down to lay out in the sun, starfished on the ground as he begins to soak up the rays. I've mentioned this before, but some earth genasis react to heat the same way a rock does - in this case, Ashton's skin slowly begins to prickle with warmth the longer they lie there. A living heat stone. This is the best opportunity you'll get to sneak up and curl into their side for a cuddle and a snooze.

Shrugs off their jacket and rolls up their trouser legs and sets their boots and gear to the side. He's holding your hand to keep him you balanced as you both wade barefoot in the shallows of the lake. You find pretty pebbles and common gemstone debris, smoothed glass chips of wine bottles from fey dinner parties hundreds of years ago. He pockets every fragment he comes across, each a little reminder of this place and time spent with you.

Will most definitely push you into the water, practically cackles when you resurface. Your clothes are drenched, soaked to the bone and clinging to your skin, but they will happily kiss you deeply when you pull them in after you. Try not to imagine them picking you up and twirling you around effortlessly - they're a strong boi, he can do it no problem. Eventually, he settles you down carefully, grinning so freely and genuinely, mirroring your own expression.

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Chetney 💙

He was immediately drawn to the idea of fishing in the nearby lake. Or I should say, Chetney tried one attempt at fishing, and failed miserably to catch anything. He ended up kneeling by the bank with his hands dipping into the water while he watches his elusive ex-prey swim within the crystal clear lake. He's pouting as they flicker by, but secretly likes the sun on the back of his neck and the coolness of the water. It's more bearable a tease when you pat his shoulder and murmur reassuring words.

Hums and sings softly while he works away with a carving he brought with him, his voice carried on the breeze as it ruffles your clothes. He's no bard - far from it - but he finds a comfortable range in familiar lyrics, and it's all you need while the creak bubbles and the trees creak contentedly.

While you settle down at the base of your new favourite tree, a journal or spell book or novel in hand, your faithful gnome scuttles around in a circle on all fours, getting himself comfy, before nuzzling his head in your lap. After barely tracing his forehead with a finger and scritching him behind the ears, he's fully conked out, fast asleep and snoring.

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Dorian 💙

Give this man a bottle of sparkling wine and a flower crown, stat. He's come prepared with a makeshift picnic in his pack - cheeses, cured meats, fruit, crusty bread, cream and chocolate and whatever else you may desire. Dorian knows what you like and how to make it, and does it especially well when it's dessert related. Manages to forget a blanket to sit on, but happily spreads out his cape across the vibrant grass instead.

You bet your butt he's brought his instruments to serenade you as the sun goes down, inking the watercolour sky with blues, reds, oranges, pinks and purples. His face is warm under your gaze, his fingers catching strings on his lute or gasping for breath on his flute, a bit nervous. But you barely notice. How could you when the moment is so perfect and he keeps looking at you like that?

Holds out his hand to you, sighs a smile when you take it, gently pulls you close and slowly begins to sway to the music that nature provides. He twirls you around when birds flock overhead. You return the favour as leaves crunch underfoot. He bows like the gent he is and kisses your knuckles just as the light begins go dim.

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Fearne 💙

It's initially a bit chaotic, I'm not gonna lie. You both enter you secret clearing, hand in hand as Fearne begins to ooh and ahh at the picturesque scene ahead. The moment is then disturbed by Little Mister screeching and scrambling up one of the large oak trees. You and the faun have to coo reassuringly at him once he scales to the top, suddenly afraid of his newfound height.

Once he's back on the ground though, it's such a lovely day. She begins picking flowers and berries growing on the outskirts of the glade, and organises them into separate pouches (toxic and non toxic - please don't let her mix up which one is which) for later shenanigans. You don't think she can talk to plants, but she claims that the red clovers won't stop gushing about how perfect you are.

Provides the most amazing cuddles once her curiosity towards the flora has been sated. Both of you being druids, together you fashion delicate pillows of flowers and leaves, a blanket in case the sun sets too soon. She's soft and strong as she holds you close, your nose in her hair - ticklish, perhaps, but worth it when she smells of rain and fire and magic.

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Imogen 💙

She brings this massive sun hat with a brim that keeps flopping over her face and accidentally covering her eyes. Imogen huffs and says it's more of a hindrance than helpful, but she's literally so cute that you duck under it to give her unexpected surprise kisses throughout the day. She stammers every time but always melts just as you move away.

She gets freckles on her shoulders and legs as she spends the day in soft sunlight with you, enjoying the peace and quiet your hideaway offers. She can finally breathe and hear herself think, your thoughts sometimes bleeding in with hers - not overwhelming, but welcome. She has a book to read, flicking through chapter after chapter with ease for the first time in what feels like ever. The isolation is a welcome sensation, the absence of her headaches unusual but a gift.

Begins to read out loud when you move to sit behind her, arms curling around her middle and perching your chin on her shoulder. She muffles a laugh when you absentmindedly place a kiss to her skin there, especially if she's reciting a chapter from the romance novel. She shies away at some of the cheesier scenes, and is reassured by your combined comments and thoughts, but inevitably sets the book down in favour of the wonderful person beside her.

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Laudna 💙

The flowing layered grey skirt with frills at the hem that she chose today is specially worn for you this occasion. She slips off her shoes and swings them gently by the ribbons as she walks ahead of you, the grounding of the soil and grass beneath her feet, the softness of the skirt's material swaying about her legs, and the warmth of the sun on her face is delightful. She's basically glowing and feels alive and new. It makes your heart happy to see your favourite person in your favourite place.

Adores cloud watching. Despite her seemingly frail form, she drags you along to a lovely patch of grass and urges you to lie down, and she follows you after to lay her head on your shoulder. She begins to point out and speculate shapes overhead, naming creatures and characters you've never heard of before but so terribly wish to get to know. You both combine your cloud shapes and act out their stories before they drift away.

She feels like a princess with her druid lover in such a secluded paradise. You're braiding flowers into her hair in the shade (she burns easily) while she chatters away with Pâté and Sashimi in her lap. Once you tap her shoulders and signal you're finished your work, she skips over to the water to admire her reflection before pressing a giggly kiss to your mouth.

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Orym 💙

Flower power couple ;^; Orym is weaving you such beautiful floral arrangements worthy of winning pageants, tucking them into your hair, behind your ear, about your collar and wrists as you struggle to keep up with him. He's got such a natural affinity for flower crowns and daisy chains in particular, despite not being an avid magic user. The tips of his ears burn crimson when you place your own crown upon his head, brushing stray locks of hair from his face tenderly as you do so.

Didn't plan to bring a picnic, but brought leftover pie slices from breakfast wrapped in parchment to share. The pastry is flaky, tastier than it was when it was first served that morning. You both fill your canteens and wineskins from a little nearby stream, the water tasting clean and finer than any ale to cleanse your palate. It's a simple bite to eat, but when you're surrounded by such luscious green land, you can't help but feel like you've been spoiled by a feast.

Promises you that he's not tired, even when his eyelids begin to feel heavy and he is trying to hold back a yawn. It's only late afternoon, but you know it's been an eventful day. He tucks himself into your side, adamant on staying awake, but you're warm and soft and he works so hard and stays on guard all the time... closing his eyes might do him some good. Soon enough, you've got a quietly snoring halfling gripping onto your side, his forehead pressed to your ribs. You let him rest as you enjoy the peace of your secret meadow, and you swear you feel his hand gently squeeze your own in thanks.

Didn't realize that until today lol! Thanks @10piecechickenmcnugget

🏳️‍🌈 A sexuality headcanon

I headcanon Niki as pan! I think Puffy was her only attempt at an actual relationship, but I think she occasionally had ambiguous feelings for c!Wil (both of them wanted to just stay friends though, and then things kind of went to shit anyways.) I think she has a fem lean and would probably crush on some of the gladiator/sports women from things like Bedwars or Hunger games when she was younger!

🎶 A headcanon about music

I don't think Niki would make much music on her own, not at the start. She wrote a few pieces to play on his guitar. They were short, repetitive, and upbeat, typically using a lot of patterns of notes overlapped. Tommy would occasionally get her to sing with him, but it made her somewhat embarrassed. After Wilbur's death hearing almost any music filled her with grief as she mostly associated it with him. Technoblade stored away his violin after she joined the Syndicate. It wasn't until she somewhat came to terms with Wilbur that she felt okay with it again. Deep in the end, she carved herself a flute out of flamed chorus tissue and taught herself how to play it. It helped her get through long journeys in the empty void and reminded her of home.

🔪 A headcanon relating to fighting/violence

Niki was never exactly a pacifist, but due to her joining after the war of independence she didn't have any formal training with weapons for a while, being most comfortable with her fists and non direct tactics such as vandalism. Once she joined the Syndicate Technoblade began mentoring her in fighting, with some of his style passing onto her, such as automatically going for killing/maiming blows, using an axe instead of a sword, and employing withers when in a large fight. There are several differences, however. She packs much less than him, preferring to stick to only a few very reliable weapons and armor. Her axe is enchanted with Lure and Sharpness, essentially dragging anyone within the near proximity towards the blade, whose edge will slice even through something like metal or stone. Her crossbow is enchanted with Multishot and Punch, knocking back anyone in front of her several feet. Her gauntlets are enchanted with fire aspecte, which I think explains itself (no handshakes while she's suited up). The rest of her armor is enchanted with Mending and Unbreaking, which are both to keep it intact as long as possible, while being enchanted with Fire Protection, Blast Protection, and Soul Speed for assistance in handling Withers (due to the soul speed her armor is basically powered by the souls of the damned while the Wither powers up.)

😶 A random headcanon!

Niki was L'manberg's dyer! (there has to be a better word for that) All of the original uniforms were dyed by Wilbur (besides Fundy's) but after Niki joined she dyed her own and began coloring the flags Tommy sewed! This hc comes mostly from the fact that anyone who is dying their hair that much in a place that is essentially the middle of the woods clearly knows how to make pigments and effectively dye things!

🔥Heat Miser comforting GN!Reader with Anxiety Headcanons🔥

Trigger Warning: Anxiety

-GN! = Gender Neutral-

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🔥 Heat Miser happens to walk into the room when you're mid panic attack, he immediately runs up to you and embraces you in a big ol' bear hug. If you don't like to be touched during a panic spell, he'll let go and comfort you with his words. "Shhh.. it's okay my little ember.. everything's okay. I'll handle anything and everything.." "I'm right here, I'll protect you from anything, even my siblings. Not that they would do anything, but still." "You're with me, nothing bad can happen to you, nothing can get to you when you're with me. Even when you're not in my presence, I'm still protecting you from a distance... whether you know it or not." 🔥Unlike Snow Miser, Heat Miser isn't very well versed in psychology. In fact, he knows nothing about it at all. All he has are his own experiences and the slight comforting insight from when he used to comfort his siblings when they were little... which isn't much considering most of his siblings just had alot of self doubt and a bit of depression. He's quite out of bounds when comforting your anxiety.. but he still manages to comfort you by promising nothing will ever hurt you and telling you that you're beautiful and flooding you with compliments. He offers for you to stay with him for a while or forever if you want, not like he would mind. And he suggests that you both take a little walk around his castle. 🔥 As you both walk your eyes explore each and every little inch of wall, floor, and ceiling that comes across your line of sight. Quite frankly, you find his castle beautiful. The redish stone that the corridors are carved out of is quite beautiful in the dim lighting. Torches lined upon the walls softly light the beautiful unique hallways just enough to see.. the fire crackles quietly, relaxing you further. The walls are carved out harshly, making them look like that of a cave's, yet smooth enough to where it won't cut you if you touch them. Occasionally you'll walk by a small geyser that ejects steam as you walk by, It frightened you at first but Heat Miser assured you that all it shoots out is hot steam, as his castle is built into a volcano and the water is evaporated by the time it reaches the geyser. It amazes you how the castle stays a livable temperature considering there's hot lava some where around it. 🔥Once you take a few laps around the castle, you're completely calm and honestly, a bit sleepy. Heat Miser notices your drowsy demeanor and picks you up bridal style in one fell swoop. He carries you to the guest bedroom and tucks you into a massive bed with silky sheets then kisses your forehead. If you ask him to stay he'll climb into bed and lay on top of all the covers. He throws an arm around you and tells you he loves you and just like that, you're out like a light.

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Author note: Sorry if this is not super comforting, but I tried my best and I hope it makes someone out there happy this winter season! Stay safe and have a wonderful day!