Incredible blog! Really detailed and I just love every single post! Congratulations and thank you, friend! I was thinking, could you do one for half-dragon? (maybe one that came from an evil dragon parent, like the chromatics from D&D, and is constantly shunned in both Dragonkind and humankind)

flavorfullfluff:

Did you say…D&D?!?!?! (born and raised on 3rd
edition heck yeah) Also I love the writing for dragons in D&D, I have a PDF
of the Dracanomicon and I just LOVE reading it.

It’s a bit more story style, I hope that’s okay! I actually gave him a name right off the bat too. And i went with the D&D vibe and actually went with white dragon ancestry. I don’t delve too thuroughly into his actual past, choosing to focus more on his adult life and his meeting/falling with the reader. But if you’d like me to delve into some other part of him or his past feel free to ask about it!

  • Vayolous has never known an easy or kind life,
    being half white dragon has made him a target for scorn and fear. So naturally
    he retreated from the lands familiar to him and found himself a secluded spot
    in a snowy forest where he could hunt and live as peacefully as possible.
  • After building his cabin, from what supplies he brought
    with and that which he could find, he discovered he really enjoyed working with
    wood, building or carving. So when he’s not hunting for his next meal he’s sat
    slouched on his stool in front of the fireplace, widdling away at a hunk of
    wood until it looks like an animal. He especially loves carving deer and elk.
  • One day as he’s out for a walk he stumbles upon
    a clearing he’d never been to before and there you were. He immediately went to
    hide behind one of the thicker trees, hoping you hadn’t seen him. But of course
    you did, someone that big and burly is hard to miss. You startle him
    accidentally as you come around the tree. You laugh and apologize and he
    falters as you smile at him. Not once has someone smiled at him like that, not
    even on the day he was born did anyone smile.
  • He’s nervous around you for some time, unsure of
    your intentions. But eventually he becomes a permanent feature in your days. Even
    if you don’t come to find him sometimes he’ll come looking for you. The two of
    you always manage to cross paths even in such a large forest. You’re often
    patching up his wounds for him which would otherwise be very sloppily taken
    care of. He calls you a mother hen more often than you’d like to admit.
  • He’s incredibly sweet, though reserved. He hides
    things from you sometimes, unsure about how to open up about his thoughts and
    feelings. It’s particularly hard for him to talk about his past. You understand
    of course and you never push him, he has to learn that it’s safe for him to
    talk to you whenever he’s ready to.
  • As the two of you grow closer you notice a subtle
    change in atmosphere. He stands closer to you and there’s no tension in his
    shoulders. He offers to treat you to dinner and gives you gifts like carvings
    or interesting things he finds while on walks. He’s actually a surprisingly
    good cook, you half expected him to only eat meat but he does have a root
    cellar stocked with wild vegetables he gathers during the warmer months.
  • On one particularly cold evening you find
    yourself having to stay the night due to a storm. Vayolous offers the bed to
    you and you immediately refuse, saying you couldn’t possibly rob him of his
    bed. He smirks then and picks you up right off the ground and flops onto the
    bed with you sprawled out on top him, then throws the blankets over the two of
    you. He’s so incredibly warm and as his arms wrap around you, you feel
    completely safe.
  • After that he picks up a habit of nipping at
    your cheek and nuzzling your face every chance he gets. He gets cocky too and
    thinks he can get away with patting your bum when you’re not paying attention
    but you elbow him hard every time.

I loved the Anubis Headcanon you did the other day! As a fellow lover of Egyptian mythology, I gotta ask for some Horus BF Headcanons! Personally, I see him as more relaxed and loving, being the polar opposite of Set.

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I had fun with this, but i feel like more could definitely be added to this info, Also i don’t outright say in this one he is a god or some kind of nonhuman, but there is something implied. I just can’t think of anymore at this moment. But i hope you like this little concept~

WARNING: mention of abusive past relationship

  • When you first met Horus it was at the local
    library. You had caught glimpses of the handsome man there before but never had
    you had a chance to speak with him. Then you finally got your chance one day
    because he sat down at your table right across from you. The conversation
    started as you might expect: what are you reading? You tried very hard not to
    ask about his odd glasses, one lens all black, you assumed he must have
    problems with that eye.
  • That day you found out he was a professor at the
    local college and that he taught a special course on the history of Egypt’s
    rulers. You also found out he also regulars the little bookstore / coffee shop
    that you’ve been going to since high school. So of course you did the brave
    thing and asked if he’d like to meet up there some time. He seemed a bit
    startled by your question at first, but accepted anyway.
  • The two of you began meeting regularly to have
    morning coffee with each other before work. You would ask him about how his
    classes were going and he would ask you about your work. You really enjoyed his
    company because unlike your other friends he was so much more…relaxing to be
    around. It was like he cast a calming aura over whatever space he occupied. He
    was very sweet too, always complimenting how you look and giving you confidence
    boosters even when not necessary.
  • When your meet ups evolved into having dinner
    together and visiting each other’s homes you were ecstatic. Although you did
    begin to notice something odd. Not about Horus actually, but there was this
    bird that seemed to follow you around when you were alone. It looked like a falcon
    of some kind and at first you dismissed its presence, but you began to notice
    it more and more. It would just sit and watch you. Of course you told Horus
    about it, but for whatever reason when he was around the bird was nowhere to be
    seen.
  • Oh and you did eventually learn the mystery of
    his one black lens. His left eye was damaged in an accident when he was younger
    and he was one of the first people to test a cybernetic optical implant. He could
    see out of it perfectly fine, but he kept the glasses on because he figured he
    looked less frightening this way. But you loved his cybernetic eye; his iris a
    silvery white with a thin blue ring around it and the pupil a similar shade of
    blue.
  • As you became very close with Horus you found
    him to be a very timid but adept lover. But for a long time he wouldn’t tell
    you about the scars on his lower body. When he did tell you about them it was through
    bleary eyes of angry tears. He had had a horrible past lover named Set, beyond
    the act that delivered the scars he didn’t talk much about what had happened in
    that relationship. You swore to yourself if you ever met this Set guy you were
    gonna rip him a new one.
  • Now knowing about his past you take every free
    moment you get to make him feel loved and appreciated, not that you didn’t
    before, but you really tried to up your game. He seemed embarrassed by it at
    first and would smile but not really respond to your flourish of sweet words
    and kisses. Sometimes he’d even try to refute your compliments or say “you’re
    too good to me” but you weren’t gonna let him get away with that. It was going
    to take time, but you wanted him to feel like he was worthy. Because looking
    back you could see in your relationship with him that he would always turn
    around your sweet words so that he could direct them at you. When you were both
    in a group of friends he never accepted compliments from them either.

Here’s some soft for you – Bucky Barnes and bath bombs. Thoughts?

marvelous-avengers:

OOOOOF OKAY tbh i have a lot of thoughts on this

Bucky definitely loves bath bombs. He totally has never heard of them before the 21st century (although using some ingredients like epsom salts and pieces of fruit like lemon were definitely a thing he might be familiar with, because those are old-fashioned remedies). He loves the simple thought of relaxing naked–because it’s an alluring thought, tbh–but add in some snazzy stuff to make him feel better? He’s all in. 

He definitely is the type to be shy about it at first. With his SO, it starts out really really shy. Because he isn’t aware of bath bombs (“You’re putting what in the tub??”) so when you explain it to him, show him one and drop it in the warm water, he’s kinda like oh.

I think at first he’d sit next to the tub while you were soaking, if either of you wanted to be near the other. Maybe you light a few candles, have a book, and are just chilling and Bucky is like “babe” and you tell him to just come the fuck in because you had a long day and are nursing a drink, so he comes in and sits next to you on the floor and you two chat about your days. He’ll do that at first, when he misses you and feels a lil needy and can’t wait until you come out and cuddle with him.

When you tell him he can join you, it takes him a minute, that pink forming on his cheeks that you love so much. He’ll ask all kinds of questions (“what’s in it?” “What does it do?” “Am I supposed to get in the water first or drop it in first?”) and tbh it’s so endearing because he doesn’t want to mess up but how the fuck can you mess up a bath. So you kiss him and tell him to undress while the tub fills and then you climb in, sitting between his legs and he cautiously wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into him. And then you drop the bath bomb.

It’s your favorite, pink with flecks of orange and rose petals emerge from the water, and he watched in wonder as it fizzles. Camomile and rose scents fill the bathroom and it’s so light and sweet and he feels so content. You rub at his legs, letting the hints of Shea butter soak into his skin that’s submerged.

It doesn’t take him long to love baths and bath bombs. It becomes his favorite time to spend with you, other than being in bed and cuddling. You guys go out and buy different ones to try and definitely have a small basket of them waiting at home. And sometimes you surprise him with his favorite one after a particularly hard day or mission and it makes him melt. He loves the warm water, the scents, how his skin feels afterwards. But mostly he loves being in there, with you, as you rub his skin and kiss his face and he gets to hold you and be close to you and just feel like a normal man with his SO. Bucky being domestic is one of my favorite things and also his.

I will fight for this til my dying breath. 

A Kiss Means War (Runaan x reader)

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(Inspired by @rittywritestdp​ surprise kiss headcanons!)

Around you is one of the very few instances Runaan tends to let his guard down, but that doesn’t mean he’s anything easy to surprise.

Only once he’s fully occupied polishing one of his daggers are you able to walk behind him, carefully leaning around where he’s sat to press a quick kiss to his lips, soon grinning at the momentary, wide eyed and agape mouth, look of shock on his face.

He quickly coughs, regaining his composure.

“I suppose this means war then.”

“War? Always so serious.” You twirl a strand of his white hair around you finger “Though if I get more kisses out of it, I suppose I can’t complain.”

The corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly, hiding a smile while he pretends to focus on the blade in front of him.

“One of us has to be, are you ever serious?” Runaan finally looks up at you, affection clear in his eyes.

“Only serious about you.” Sliding you arms over his shoulders, you rest your chest against his back, nuzzling his hair lightly.

He scoffs, turning to look away from you, but the darker hue to his cheeks is still in plain view.

“You know I’ll win our little war, easily.”

A soft kiss pressed to his now magenta cheek, “I look forward to it.”