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[lucydixon]

Girl Dad!Pelle Headcanons

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꩜ Pelle would be so scared throughout your entire pregnancy that he's going to be a terrible dad and that he'll ruin everything. He'll need a lot of reassurance from you over the months you're waiting to meet your little girl. ꩜ I think that once you start to get through to him, he'd be so into helping get the nursery ready and would go out and find little bones to make a mobile out of and other little decor pieces. He'd love to be able to paint something special for her above the crib and would put a lot of thought into it. ꩜ Even if he finally gets comfortable with the idea of being a dad, the second he sees her, his initial reaction will be this resonating warmth spreading through his chest and just complete and utter awe. But, the doubt would trickle in slowly, and he'd be scared to hold her to the point where you have to just sit him down and hand her to him before he can overthink it. ꩜ The insecurity will always be there, and he'd be terrified of fucking things up, but bit by bit, he'll adapt and gain a little bit of confidence when it comes to caring for your little one. ꩜ She'd be mesmerized by the bone mobile, and I think that would reassure him a bit. Knowing that she likes something he made for her would feel good. ꩜ I think that she would be entirely obsessed with her father. He'd be so involved, reading her bedtime stories about woodland creatures in that soft voice of his while she's tucked in between the two of you in your bed, and taking her out on little walks in the woods. ꩜ He'd be so careful with her. Always holding her hand when they're outside, and endlessly patient with her constant line of questioning when she hits that age. He'll explain why trees are green, but sometimes not, a hundred times over just to see that little brow furrowed in thought. ꩜ Pelle would love colouring and drawing with her. I could see her only having black crayons and the two of them drawing these elaborate scribbles that somehow take shape under Pelle's skillful hand. They'd be everywhere. Plastered to the walls in her bedroom, hung proudly on the refrigerator with little magnets, everywhere. ꩜ He'd love her so much, but I think that the two of you would agree to stop at one. She's adorable and incredibly loved, but at times, it can be overwhelming and overstimulating. He wouldn't trade her for anything, though. Once you come along, and then you're little bundle of joy, Pelle can't fathom a life without either of you in it, and the two of you are his reason to keep going. To wake up every morning and get himself out of bed, even when he doesn't want to.

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[lucydixon]

Same anon as Dead anon!! (I'll eventually tag my asks bc istg I keep asking for so much from you LOL), but erm, NSFW headcanons or just general headcanons would be cool for now :p Again, keep up the stunning writing!!

Dating Pelle Headcanons

Pelle Masterlist 𐴱 Lords of Chaos Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog A/N: I swear these were going to be general headcanons, but for some reason, they turned into really fluffy dating headcanons, which is weird since I usually lean towards angsty. These came the easiest out of the categories I made for myself, so here they are :) PS. Keep asking, I live for this shit lol. I'm working on some more Pelle stuff for you.

Summary: Fluffy Dating Headcanons for Pelle

First and foremost, he is Pelle to you, never ‘Dead’. You refuse to call him by his stage name. You spend a lot of your time worrying about him, and to call him something like that felt like a jinx.  

I don’t think he would be into PDA at all. Honestly, I don’t think he’d be all that into making out either, the most intimate action, to him, that made him feel like you were truly connected, would be resting your foreheads against one another and staring into eachother's eyes. 

Even when you’re alone, he’s softspoken in a way that makes you focus on nothing but him. Sometimes you think he does it on purpose, just so he’ll have your full attention. He seems to speak the quietest when you’re busy or he’s bored. Whether or not he knows that he’s smirking softly when you sigh dramatically and drop everything to go stand as close to him as possible, you’ll never know. 

The two of you would spend a lot of time outside. I imagine that it’s where he feels the most comfortable. He’d live out there if you let him, rain or shine, in the dirt like he belonged there. You'd have to beg him to wear a jacket or even shoes in the colder months.

Pelle loves to draw. It’s one of his favorite things to do. I’d like to think that he’d draw you often, either from memory while you’re apart or peering over the top of a sketchpad while the two of you lounge in the grass. 

He’d probably never willingly show you anything he drew, but because he cared so little about keeping his space clean, there’d be loose sheets of paper all over his room, and you’d eventually catch a glimpse, maybe even steal a few of his portraits of you. 

I feel like he’s the type of person who actually knows where all his stuff is, in some kind of organized chaos way, and he’d know almost immediately if anything was missing. 

He isn’t a confrontational person by any means and would just side eye you until you ask him what’s wrong.

“Did you touch my stuff?” he would say, squinting at you suspiciously, his voice quiet as ever.

“What stuff?” you’d be biting back a smile “in here?” 

“You did!” his cheeks would immediately warm. “You took them, my drawings.” 

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” you’d admit teasingly, pulling them out of your back pocket to hand them back to him. 

“Of course I noticed,” he’d grumble, gingerly taking them from your hands, smoothing them out carefully while his cheeks got increasingly red, “You took my favorite.” 

I feel like he’s a hand-holder more than anything. The two of you are lying in bed? He’s holding your hand. He’d much prefer it to the overwhelming feeling of full-on cuddling. Walking through the forest? Pinkies are laced together so neither one of you 'wanders off'. 

Would 100% let you braid his hair. He’d grumble about it ‘not looking very evil’, and probably only let you do it when you were alone, but you’d be able to tell that he liked it. He’d probably have his head in your lap while you did it, stealing fleeting glances at you in between the little muttering sounds he made. 

[lucydixon]

Pelle General Headcanons

Pelle Masterlist 𐴱 Lords of Chaos Masterlist 𐴱 Main Masterlist 𐴱 Taglist 𐴱 Reading List 𐴱 Pinned Post 𐴱 Moodboard side-Blog A/N: Just a few things I thought of. Enjoy :)

Summary: General headcanons for Pelle

Pelle is definitely the type to laugh quietly at his own jokes, even if nobody hears/gets them. His sense of humour would be dry and dark, mainly little comments he’d make to himself while other people are talking. Sometimes they aren’t even in English, instead, you’ll hear his native tongue muttering words you can’t understand, followed by a little giggle.

His hands are always ice-cold. You’d always flinch when he’d touch you unexpectedly, always shocked by just how cold those bony fingers could get. Pelle would immediately retract his hand, looking sorry, and you’d have to grab him by the wrist and put it back, reassuring him that it’s okay. 

I feel like he is a tea freak. His room is always littered with half-finished mugs of tea. Øystein would probably go up there every time they ran out of mugs in the kitchen and go around bitching and muttering under his breath as he collected all of them.

Definitely buries himself in the dirt when he wanders around through the woods. I guarantee that there is always a layer of dirt under his fingernails from digging with his hands. His nails are probably cracked and bloody a lot of the time. 

Hates wearing shoes outside. He’d much rather walk around in the grass or dirt barefoot. His feet are likely all cut up from rocks and broken branches in the forest, but he spends so much of his time outside in the cold that he probably lost feeling in the soles of his feet long ago.

I can see Pelle dissociating in the shower whenever he’s in there. The water’s always too hot or too cold, never in between. He’d frequently be snapped out of it by one of the boys pounding on the door, shouting about how he’d been in there for over an hour. I also don’t see him using a towel for some reason. Like ever. He’d just walk back to his room, stark naked and dripping water. 

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[lucydixon]

Pelle Dating Headcanons pt.2

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Summary: More dating headcanons for Pelle

Would give you a necklace with a vial of his blood woven into it. You’d also get all sorts of little trinkets and jewelry made of small animal bones. You knew better than to ask where he’d gotten them. You’d made it clear very early into the two of you knowing eachother that you didn’t want anything to do with this particular hobby of his. If it had been anyone else, you’d have backed off completely, but there was something otherworldly tethering you to Pelle that nothing could break. Not even his fascination with all things dead. 

If you’re at a party together and he gets tired or bored or just wants to leave, he’ll come up behind you and rest his chin on your head, draping his arms over your shoulders like he’s a backpack so he can slump into you. Like a very tall toddler. People will stare when he does stuff like this, but neither of you cares. You’ll press your lips to one of his arms and nudge him towards the door, where he’ll get off of you and take your hand instead. 

Neither of you needs to speak to understand what the other is feeling. The two of you had always had this inherent connection between your souls. You could damn near read eachother’s minds at times. 

That being said, you do talk. Of course you do. You’ll sit out on the lawn or in the woods, lounging in the grass in the dark, staring up at the stars while telling eachother stories, hands intertwined between you. If you got cold or started to shiver, he’d make you go inside, same as you did when it was him shivering in the grass. 

He’ll always give you his jacket if he’s wearing one. I like to think that it would be more than just a blatant disregard for whether or not he freezes to death. There would be nothing else on earth that this man cares about more than you, including his own comfort. It might take him a hot minute to notice that you’re cold. But when he does, he’s quick to shrug off his leather jacket and drape it over your shoulders, muttering a quick apology.

I don't see him as being the type to verbally express compliments. He’d never say ‘I think you look pretty today’, but he will stare at you or draw you just to capture your beauty. If you did something different to your hair, he would play with a strand of it with a small smile.

I don’t think he would get jealous so much as he would be insecure. If he saw another guy flirting with you, he might grab your hand if it was within reach, but he wouldn’t get angry or glare at them. Pelle would just fidget anxiously next to you until you either explained that you had a boyfriend or pulled his arm around you. 

That being said, if anyone is ever unkind to you or you are getting visibly upset by what someone is saying to you, Pelle will start looking for something crazy to toss at them or anything he can use as a weapon. He’d be wandering around the room, breathing heavily through flared nostrils until he found something and got you away from whoever was being a dick. He isn’t afraid of a fight, and I feel like he’d actually fight dirty AF since he literally does not care if he gets hurt in the process.

No matter how long you two have been together, Pelle’s cheeks will always warm when he hears you introduce him as your boyfriend.

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[detectivephiliac]

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Pfft Junko got bored of this world and is proabably living it up in hell, she probably runs hell even cuz shes da coolest cat

every now and then ishimaru is like "ok i've had it with rule-breaking enoshima-san she's too loud in the basement"

mondo offers to help but ishimaru's like no i got this its ok brother

so he goes down to hell to give junko some discipline but she just purposefully breaks like 50 different rules to spite him and then some monobears carry him out while he's in the fetal position

the junko cannot be stopped