Sol isn't unhygienic, or not in the way some might think he is when you really think about it.
I just don't think Sol would be the type of person who would pamper themselves, have 'self care' days (nothing wrong w that dw), etc.
I do believe that Sol stays hygienic because of you.
How else would he get you to love him back if he smelled like wet socks and looked like he didn't shower for 3 weeks? Yeah, no thank you.
So I think he showers everyday, or twice a day. Has atleast, a toothbrush, soap, deodorant and some perfume—done.
But, since Sol is very vigorously obsessed with you most of the time, he does tend to lose himself sometimes—maybe he wears the same hoodie for 3 days, contradicting myself but yes, if Sol is currently holed up and locked tf in with whatever (drawing or gooning to you) he probably goes atleast 4-5 days without showering (as long as there is no skool)
LMFAO I lowkey think the entirety of Sol's bathroom is 3 in 1 shampoo, a razor, toothbrush and a mirror lol. Maybe a printed picture of you idk. 🫠
But still, he needs to keep his appearance up. No question on that.
SO! In conclusion: Shower with Sol daily to ensure he stays clean.
This was supposed be part of a slightly longer fic/headcanon but uhh I kinda side tracked, ts is so short, thx for readinggg 😩
Headcanons with the twins and their Significant other (Gen!reader) during the holiday season. AKA Dante, Vergil, and you embark on a battle against the indomitable Christmas spirit.
Characters: Dante, Vergil.
WC: ~3000s
-> My masterlist
Dante Sparda.
General attitude about the Holiday?
For Dante, holidays are his guilty pleasure.
He appreciates anything that makes him feel less dead inside festive.
He would never admit it out loud because he doesn’t really connect with the sentimental aspect, but he loves:
The food
The freebies
The Music
Buying unnecessary crap
The party and the people
And the socially acceptable excuse to drink until noon.
He never really had a traditional holiday in his childhood; therefore, he’s disconnected from the nostalgia and the general sentimental side of it.
Now, as an adult, his version of Christmas is not a wholesome, familiar celebration full of childlike wonder.
Christmas to him is basically a full-on, absurd, maximalist, Hallmark-movie-on-cocaine type of party.
Dante vs Decoration
Firstly, he decorates way too early. Like beginning of November early.
Literally as soon as Halloween is over, he’s already throwing the cobwebs and pumpkins out of the window and switching everything to Christmas décor.
He told Lady he had no money until his paycheck, and when he did get paid, he spent it all on emptying Walmart’s ornament aisle.
The tackiest décor mankind has ever seen.
And it’s EVERYWHERE.
You can’t even see the wall through all the crap he hung on it.
Vergil loathes it with a burning passion. He might need psychiatric intervention after Christmas Eve.
But oh well, ain't Vergil's house, ain't Vergil's rules.
Dante does it on purpose. It's mostly for the bit, but he genuinely has fun with it.
If he feels crafty enough (or bored enough), he makes some décor himself.
Prime example:
He grabbed a cheap Santa doll and gave it a quick shave and cut with none other than Rebellion (because he couldn’t be bothered to find a kitchen knife). The doll looked chopped as hell, but he insisted it was a masterpiece.
He put it on top of his desk and claimed it looked just like him.
“Look! It's a miniature me”
“Gosh Dante, It's ugly as hell. What did you do to it?”
“Whatcha talking about? It's like looking in a mirror.”
The decorations stay up until March because he cannot be bothered to put them down.
He finds confetti and red glitter on himself until July.
Dante vs baking
A horror story, basically.
He insists he can bake cookies.
He absolutely cannot bake cookies.
Every batch is burned on the outside, raw on the inside and has fragments of what you hope to god were eggshells and not drywall.
He wears a little apron with something stupid like “Kiss the Cook or Else 😘🔫” or “The food is the 2° hottest thing in the kitchen right now😎”
He got distracted while flirting with you and almost set something on fire.
Needless to say, he is exiled from the kitchen.
This reminds you of the time you two did a gingerbread house competition.
That sly motherfucker used glue instead of icing when you weren’t looking.
He did it for the sake of the structural integrity of the house.
It collapsed anyway.
Dante vs Christmas music
Plays Mariah Carey, Wham! and Michael Bublé at an inhuman volume.
He put it on repeat until either everyone goes insane or Vergil stabs him.
Sings alone with his whole chest.
Aside from the very iconic ones, he doesn’t know the lyrics to most.
But when did that stop him?
The neighbours are not happy about this whole ordeal.
Dante vs Christmas Tree
He INSISTS on having a real tree.
And he INSISTS on cutting the Christmas tree himself.
Naturally, he chooses the biggest pine tree in the forest.
It doesn’t even fit in his living room—and he knows it—but where’s the fun in having a normal-sized tree?
Vergil, in a strange act of holiday kindness, offers to cut it down himself with Yamato.
But nooo, Dante wants to be the one to cut it.
Long story short, they end up fighting, and got carried away, cutting down so many trees in the process that it could be mistaken for a deforestation attempt.
Dante vs gifting
Surprisingly thoughtful. I headcanon that Dante is a genuinely good gift-giver.
His wrapping skills may be atrocious, but hey—he found that vinyl you mentioned once, a month ago. And it’s a limited edition, even.
Remember that childhood snack you said you missed back in August? Yes. That one. The discontinued one. Well, he found it. Don’t ask me how, but he did.
Sometimes he doesn’t have the smartest spending habits, especially if you’re his significant other.
“Oh my goodness, Dante! It’s the designer jacket I’ve been talking about for days! How much did you spend on it?”
“Oh, that? Found it at Goodwill in a bucket. Five bucks. Total steal.”
(He did not find it at Goodwill, and it was not five bucks. But you don’t have to know that.)
Also, he demands that you open his gifts first. He knows it’s childish, but he just can’t help it. He needs to see your reaction.
Dante vs Christmas weather.
Most demons and half-demons despise the cold, but not Dante. He’s surprisingly tolerant of it. (I mean, have you seen his DMC3 design?)
He doesn’t enjoy the chill all that much, but he does enjoy a nice fireplace, a warm blanket, and any excuse to be very close to you.
He’s the type of man who is always warm and very happy to be your human space heater.
While not a fan of snow, he goes all in on snowball fights.
Uses trick shots.
Flashy as hell. Shows off way too much.
Ricochets snowballs off walls, street signs, and cars.
And he has no mercy.
Yes, he is serious about his snow fights.
“Dante! That was unfair! You’re doing too much!”
“Skill issue.”
Wildcard headcanons
Has an entire arsenal of ugly Christmas sweaters and socks.
Thinks any imagery of a buff or sexy Santa is the peak of comedy.
Will spike everyone’s hot chocolate with vodka if bored enough.
If you’re hosting a Christmas party for your niece or nephew, he will happily dress up as Santa and fully commit to the role. (He already has the white hair.)
Abuses the power of the mistletoe. Places it in strategic ambush locations just to corner you into kissing him.
Once, he bought Vergil an obnoxiously loud Christmas card and intentionally filled it with way too much glitter
When watching Christmas movies:
Always roots for the lumberjack in Hallmark Movies.
Absolutely loves Christmas horror movies and claims he could defeat Krampus "with an arm tied and blindfolded."
Gets embarrassingly emotional during children's animated specials.
Vergil Sparda.
General attitude toward the holiday?
If he were on his own, he would never celebrate it.
He sees it as overly sentimental, childish, and—well—human. Therefore, beneath him.
Also, just like Dante, he doesn’t have the emotional connection or nostalgia associated with Christmas.
Hell, he doesn’t even remember most of his childhood, let alone the holidays.
But now he is no longer alone. He has his little family with him. So he can’t escape it this time.
Before, he was relatively neutral toward Christmas, just another useless human tradition.
But now…
He absolutely loathes it.
The lights, the people, the crowds, the kids, the décor, Dante, the cold, the sugary foods, Dante again. All too much, all the time.
It overwhelms him, and Dante and Nero’s incessant Christmas spirit only makes it more miserable.
Yes, he is literally Scrooge.
Vergil vs gifting
Vergil gives okay-ish gifts.
In the sense that they’re useful, but just mildly insulting.
The equivalent of being gifted a gym membership. Or a sword-wielding class, if he sees your form lacking.
Recently, I had a dream of Vergil and me (a native Spanish speaker) where we were casually talking in English, and he gifted me a Spanish-English dictionary because, according to him, I could use some work on my English-speaking skills.
After some time, his gifting skills improve, and he becomes much more thoughtful.
But until then… enjoy your gym membership… or your Spanish-English dictionary, for fuck’s sake, Vergil.
The first gift you gave him went something like this:
You saw him struggling to adapt to human holidays and festivities, so you tried to introduce him to the Christmas spirit with something he was comfortable with—literature.
You found a vintage edition of A Christmas Carol or The Nutcracker.
You were extremely excited to see his reaction, only to be met with a lack of one.
At first, he looked at you as if he didn’t fully comprehend the situation (Which he didn’t.)
Then, he nonchalantly grabbed your gift, without so much as a nod, and went on with his day as usual.
Depending on your personality, your reaction falls somewhere on the spectrum between “Oh, gee, he must have hated my gift😔…” and “What a rude fucking bastard.”
The truth is that he simply got overwhelmed and didn’t know how to react.
So, now he’s on his own, overthinking what he should have given you in return—or whether he should have accepted the gift in the first place.
If you are his significant other and have some patience to spare, you’ll see him grow significantly better at both giving and receiving gifts.
He turns out to be a surprisingly thoughtful man once he gets the hang of it.
Vergil vs Décor
Vergil would live like a Shaolin monk if he could.
He hates clutter and tacky overconsumption. Therefore, living with Dante during festive seasons is hell for him.
After some time in the human world, he starts to get the vision. And he becomes slightly more open to the idea.
So, he decorates… a little.
(He lights two candles and places a bonsai on the table, which he claims is his version of a Christmas tree.)
But well, progress is progress, I suppose.
Vergil vs Hallmark movies
Oh, this is a sight. Truly.
Watching—or rather, forcing him to watch—Hallmark movies is one of the most entertaining holiday activities you can do with Vergil.
Firstly, he doesn’t understand 90% of the tropes.
Secondly, he has a very low tolerance for cringe and second-hand embarrassment.
It’s not the cheesiness itself that bothers him. I mean, he reads poetry in his spare time; he’s used to drama and sentimentality.
But the specific cringe inherent to Hallmark movies? That’s far too much for this devil.
Thirdly, he is a judgmental asshole; he tears apart every single male lead and trope.
If the male lead is a small-town farm guy/lumberjack type:
“He swings that axe like an amateur. He has no future in this profession.”
“His humility feels condescending. If the woman feels so shallow to him, why pursue her at all?”
If the male lead is the nice, sweet guy:
“He is soft and naïve. Completely unprepared for the realities of life.”
If the male lead is whimsical and clumsy:
“What a liability… How could anyone find incompetence desirable?”
If the male lead is a prince in disguise:
“Weak formation, poor timing, and atrocious form. He would never survive a duel.”
“Why is the prince helping at her bakery? Doesn’t he have other duties?”
“If he were a true leader, he would not be meddling and courting small-folk women.”
When the male lead stares meaningfully at the snow:
“He is contemplating nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
Oddly enough, he roots for the villainous corporate character.
“Finally. Someone with an ounce of ambition and competence.”
“Why is he vilified? Since when are proficiency and efficiency disesteemed?”
Any time Vergil encounters Christmas movie logic:
“I don’t understand. How are people unconcerned about Saint Nicholas methodology? I thought property invasion was a crime frowned upon by humans.”
“If Saint Nicholas were a real entity, he would be the leader of a religious cult.”
Vergil vs. Christmas food
He is a hater. What can I say, gang?
He despises overly sweet, heavy, unhealthy food.
Therefore, most Christmas food.
If he’s going through the trouble of cooking and eating, why would he choose anything other than efficient, replenishing fuel?
Anything else is a waste of time in his eyes.
Hot cocoa and eggnog are far too sweet for him. However, he tolerates ginger treats.
He is also the one strange man in the family reunions who genuinely enjoys dried fruit. So yes, he is the only one who eats the fruitcake.
You know fruitcake. That one piece of dessert that’s an insult to the word cake. The one nobody eats, and it's left behind because, at best, it’s mid.
Well, Vergil likes it.
He is a contrarian like that.
On a second note: Mootie once said they believe Vergil likes peppermint and minty flavours, and I see the vision.
Vergil vs baking
He has no idea how to bake because he has zero interest in it. He has a vague understanding of which foods are nutritious and which aren’t, and that’s about it.
That said, he can be a decent cook if he puts his mind to it. He just never sees the reason, mainly because he doesn’t really need food to survive.
But you, as his significant other, drag him into the kitchen anyway. Because it doesn’t hurt to learn a new skill, right?
He looks painfully awkward and out of place. The human equivalent of a penguin in the Sahara Desert.
If he didn’t have such a permanent bitch face, he might actually look cute.
He stands there stiffly, follows your instructions, and very slowly gets the hang of it.
Probably because of Yamato, but his knife skills are alarmingly good.
You notice it when he peels potatoes; perfect, fast, precise. Like the spirit of your grandmother briefly possessed him.
“I suppose those years of strenuous samurai training ended up being useful, huh?”
“…Shut up already.”
Vergil vs. Christmas weather.
Vergil doesn’t like anything about Christmas, but if there’s one thing he hates above all else, it’s the weather.
He absolutely hates the cold.
He gets cold ridiculously easily. Why do you think he’s always wearing five layers of clothing?
The moment the temperature drops, he shivers like a wet dog.
(And yes, he knows he looks pathetic. And yes, he’s deeply embarrassed, but he can’t help it.)
And wet, freezing snow that gets everywhere? Disgusting.
“Hey, Vergil. How are you doing today?”
“I’m miserable.”
Dante drags him into a snowball fight, and the two of them take it way too far. Five minutes in, swords are flying.
The neighbours called the cops. Yes, again.
Vergil vs music
This is the one holiday-related thing Vergil actually appreciates, provided it isn’t poppy, cheesy, or over the top.
He enjoys soft jingles, church choirs, and jazzy, piano-forward songs.
As long as you are not blasting All I Want for Christmas Is You or Santa Tell Me, this is what he is most tolerant of during the holidays.
And here is a little secret:
If the two of you are alone, he sometimes slow dances with you.
But shhh — Dante must never find out, because if he does, you two will never hear the end of it.
Wildcard headcanons
Yes, Vergil is Scrooge incarnate.
But eventually, he warms up to Christmas, just as he warms up to his humanity.
And, of course, to you.
Slowly, he starts noticing small things he genuinely appreciates about the season.
For example, seeing you bundled up in layers because you’re cold; Bonus points if you’re wearing his coat.
While he looks miserable being dragged to stereotypical Christmas activities, the truth is he isn’t as averse as he appears.
Sure, the activity itself might irritate him, but he tolerates any tradition that means he gets to spend time with you.
In his mind, if it amuses you, then it is not a waste of his time.
Author's note
Originally, V and Nero were part of the post and had their own sections, but the twins ended up taking a lot of time, and I went on too long writing about them. Besides, I really wanted to post this soon because I wanted to add a thank-you note, and there was no better time than the holidays.
Christmas is a moment to show gratitude, and here I am.
I'm incredibly thankful for the support I received. This community is amazing, and I've never felt more welcomed.
My writing and my creativity have never reached so many people, and I'm extremely thankful for it.
I remember updating my first blog and couldn't believe my eyes when it reached 300 people. It might sound like little to some, but if 50 people came up to me in real life and told me that my work had made them laugh, I'd convulse on the spot. (Positively)
Also, thank you so very much for all of the patience with my lack of response. I struggle interacting with people, but I read them all <3, but I'm still a bit shy at responding and interacting.
And to the real ones that have been there since day one, I don't forget about y'all, you are the goats.
I was listening to random songs on the way home one day and thought about what the boys might say
Warnings: cussing, might not be cannon, just a silly idea from the top of my head.
Random scenarios of TVD men seeing you interact with random songs.
And how the boys would react based on the scene. Some are very lovey dovey, some are not.
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Damon:
You were sitting in your room, finishing up a school project. It was due yesterday, but Alaric gave you an extra day because you saved his life recently. You had a random mix of music playlist on, the songs were just background noise for now. You were editing a piece of a logo for the project when Jealous, by Eyedress, came on.
You instantly woke up from your project haze when the opening melody started. Your mind started singing the base tune as the lyrics came. Your whole body moved with it and you turned over onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.
The song had you under its spell, your mind imagining you were the main character of an intense sad girl movie.
“ Who gave you little Gilbert’s playlist? Even Stefan isn’t this depressing ” Damon said, stopping the music.
“ ugh fuck off Damon ” you say, rolling your eyes and turning to him.
Damon holds up his hands and backs up towards the door.
“ You know you love me ” he smirked, making his signature face.
You threw a pillow in his direction, but he was already gone. You huffed and rolled your eyes, going back to your assignment.
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Jeremy:
The halls were busy today, causing you to get overstimulated. You went out to your secret hideout, a small corner behind the school building. You settled into your usual spot, plugging in your headphones. It was gloomy out today, so you played your gloom and doom mix.
Softcore, by The Neighborhood, started and you immediately recognized it, sitting back and relaxing. The song blasted in your ears, inspiring your creative brain. You pulled out your sketch book and started drawing whatever you felt from the song.
The base was angsty and ethereal, causing a nice mix of tragedy and romance. The gears were turning in your head, the picture easily slipping from your mind and onto the page. You added a few finishing touches and smudges, then stared at it for a good bit.
A hand touched your shoulder, making you jump. Everything fell out of your hands, your phone, pencil and the sketchbook. You looked and saw Jeremy, sitting beside you.
“ Omg Jere you scared me ” you say, shoving him a little and gathering your things.
He was trying to hold back from laughing
“ Damn sorry y/n, didn’t mean to scare you that much. I mean I did, but not actually scare you ” he said, seeing a peak of your drawing as you picked it up.
“ Whatcha listening to? ” he asked, practically taking one of your ear buds.
He heard the chorus and recognized the words and lightly sang them.
“ How do you know this song? ” you asked him.
“ You're kidding right, I play this almost everyday. It’s my alma mater ” he smirks, but you know he’s being dramatic.
You started the song over and sat there listening to it with him.
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Alaric:
You were at home, awaiting Alaric’s return. You decided to clean some of the loft up, wanting the place to look better. You turn on your speaker and connect your phone, playing a random mix made by the music app.
An hour in you made it to the kitchen, everything else being cleaned. You were doing the dishes when Clocks by Coldplay started playing. This was your jam in high school, you and your girls singing it to the moon and back. Any chance you got.
You started singing it, getting into the rhythm of the song. You were so invested, you didn’t notice bubbles and water all over the counter. As well as Alaric coming in.
He saw you singing and jamming out, he felt happiness fill him up. He loved seeing you happy.
He let you finish the song, the phone moving onto something else. In the silence he announced his presence. You looked up, your face instantly turned red.
“ Didn’t know you could move like that? ” he said, smiling and coming closer.
You turned your face away, going back to the dishes. He shut the water off, handing you a towel to dry your hands. You did and gave the towel back, hiding your face again.
“ Did you see everything? ” you asked.
“ I caught most of it, you looked happy ” he said, softly turning your face to his.
You felt embarrassed, but you were happy. You smiled at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. You went off to change the laundry, still happy, even though you got caught.
Alaric remembered this moment and played it in his car on the way to work one day.
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Elijah:
It was a normal day, thankfully there was no family business that Klaus would drag you into. You were in the study, putting some books you’ve read back, tidying up the place a little as well.
You had a habit of singing or humming when you were working or just when you were sitting in silence. A bunch of songs came to your head, fueling your cleaning energy. You were practically in your own world by the second song.
Elijah stepped through the study doors, hearing your soft voice from the hall. He saw you putting a book away and dusting the shelf where it was being held. He watched you for a bit, finding your unconscious hobbies amusing.
You started a new song, feeling a little sadness brewing. You started the melody of I Love You, by Billie Eilish, in your head, singing the opening lyrics.
Elijah listened intently, hearing the tone of your song choice change. He was intrigued.
You locked in, hitting all the notes right at the climaxes in the song. Your voice was beautiful, adding an extra hard hitting sadness to the words. You finished the song and put more stuff away as if you didn’t just give him an entire performance.
You looked out the window, catching Elijah's reflection in the glass, he was smiling softly. You felt a little embarrassed, a faint blush crawling up your neck. He came up behind you, waiting for you to turn around. You did. He immediately took your hand into his and kissed it.
“ That was beautiful, my darling ” he said. “ Your voice is so angelic, I am blessed to even get to hear it ”
You blushed a deep red, Elijah had a way with words. He always says the sweetest things to you or about you.
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Stefan:
You and Stefan were in the Salvatore mansion, going over old music from the past century. Stefan was explaining his dark time music, noting all the instruments played in the song. His playlist was messy, but whose wasn’t. You got an idea, he needed a playlist shake up song.
You told Stefan you’d be back, you had to get your phone from upstairs. He nodded and you went, almost tripping on your way back down. You scrambled over to him, asking if you could play a song that might match that.
He was eager to hear, nothing modern that he’s heard sounded like his old stuff. You opened your music app and flipped through songs. There were a few good picks, but nothing compared to Young Folks, by Peter Bjorn and John, in that department. You turned your volume up and then pressed play.
The music started and Stefan gave you a strange look.
“ Just listen, you’ll see ” you say quietly.
He did, finding the song actually kind of good. The song made him think about you and everything that has happened between y’all. It was just shy of musical era songs, which made him like it more.
“ See! And it fits us too! ” you say, kissing your fingers like a chef that made the perfect dish.
“ Okay okay it does fit our vibe well, I’ll give you that ” he said, smiling.
“ It’s the best ” you say, taking his phone and putting it on his playlist.
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Enzo:
It was Friday night, you and Enzo were at the bar. Knocking back some drinks and making playful banter. Tonight was karaoke night, a random selection of songs were given to the participants. You were competing of course, you loved a good karaoke.
A few VERY waisted men went first, singing old country songs and almost face planting off the stage. You and Enzo gave them no respect, laughing your asses off at them. Finally it was your turn and Enzo walked over to the front of the stage, waiting for your music.
The lights dimmed and the music started. To your luck it was an oldie but goodie, U and Me, by Cassie. You knew this song like the back of your hand. One of your besties was addicted to this song and played it nonstop.
You sang along with the beat, making everyone look up at you. Your voice was angelic, the place filled with cheers, other teens singing along with you. You felt like a rock star, the wind blowing through your hair and all eyes on you.
Eventually the song ended, everyone cheering and clapping for you. Enzo helped you down the steps, sweep you up off your feet.
“ That was amazing, love. Where’d you learn that from? ” he asked, carrying you back to the bar.
“ A friend ” you shrugged your shoulders.
“ That’s one hell of a friend ” he said, setting you down.
You sat back on the stool, turning it towards Enzo.
He smirked at you and called over the bartender.
“ What do you say, gorgeous? Another round on me? ” he asked, one eyebrow raised and a giant smirk plastered to his face.
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Matt:
You and Matt were at Mystic Grill, playing a round of pool. The winner gets to choose the next movie for movie night. You're hoping to make him watch the next six sequels of Harry Potter. Matt is determined to make that impossible, he didn’t watch it then and he didn’t wanna watch it now.
“ You’re going down, Matt ” you say, hitting the solid black ball into the right pocket.
Unfortunately for you, the white ball went in with it, making Matt the winner. He looked up and smirked at you, the scar at his lip drew your attention every time.
“ Tough luck y/n, maybe next time ”
You hung your stick up and huffed, you always lost to the right pocket.
The grill was pretty busy tonight, random songs filtering through the speakers. You went off to the bar to order something, a pity prize for yourself. As you waited for your order, Matt caught up and sat next to you.
You hated losing and Matt cheered you up, promising to get all your favorite snacks for the movie. You gave him a quick kiss, before digging into your appetizer. You were mid bite of your supreme nachos, when Cake By The Ocean, by DNCE came on. You threw your nachos back into the bowl and pulled Matt from his seat. This song was a banger.
You pulled him into an empty space and started dancing, you had NO social awareness. Lucky for you the whole grill joined in, the floor snow crowded with people. Matt tried keeping up with you, but he had no moves to show.
“ What are we doing? ” he asked
“ Dancing! duh ” you answer him sarcastically.
He took in his surroundings and examined his moves. He sucked at this.
“ Wow I suck at this ” he laughed.
“ It’s okay, I’ll cover you ” you reassure him.
You take his hands and move with him, guiding him. He eventually got it down and started getting comfortable. He felt like he was having fun, actually living for once and not sulking over every bad thing in this town.
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Tyler:
You and Tyler were heading to school, he had picked you up this morning. You two talked about small things and then the more obvious serious stuff. Eventually the car went silent, the aux noise now becoming audible.
The song currently playing was not of Tyler’s taste, so he changed it. He skipped through a few, not hearing something even remotely near his type of music. A couple songs later, Come as you are, by Nirvana, plays, but he skips over it.
“ Hey!! I that was a good one ” you semi-shout.
He gave you a strange look. “ What? This? It’s so mellow ”
“ It is in some parts, but you’re judging it so early ” you huff.
You move his hand away from the radio and switch it back to the song. It starts back over and you get ready for the big reveal. Tyler listened with very little interest, until he heard the intense guitars and drums. His head started moving with the beat and you started playing air drums.
“ Damn, this is actually pretty good ” he admitted.
You smirked at him. “ I told you ”
The school was coming up, the next left would lead you to it. Tyler restarted the song and turned to you.
“ Wanna spin the block? I need to hear this again ” he asked.
You nodded, practically jumping up and down in your seat. You turned the music up to a very loud volume and he drove right past the school. Elena, Caroline and Bonnie watched you drive by, not shocked by your decision, but kinda mad. They really needed to talk to you.
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Marcel:
It had been a LONG day for you, two 12 hours back to back and absolutely NO time to rest. You arrived at your shared penthouse with your man. You slowly put your stuff away and called out for him. He must be dealing with more Klaus shenanigans. Oh well
You hopped into the shower, the hot water burning your stress away. Too bad for you, it was hair wash day. Slicking your hair up for so many days takes a toll on your scalp. You sighed, lowkey hating your life right now, but loving it at the same time.
You shook the laziness off and got to work on your hair. Along the way you started humming a few tunes, which eventually turned into full singing. You get comfortable and start vibing, giving a 5 star performance to your soap bottles and salts.
Marcel arrived home a little later, a familiar look of frustration on his face. He noticed your stuff was here and called out for you, no answer. He walked into your shared bedroom, seeing the bathroom light on and the door open. He walked to it and saw you.
At this point in time, you’ve gotten out of the shower and you’re now dressed, dancing in the mirror while you do your skin care. Your speaker was on, blasting No Tears Left To Cry, by Ariana Grande. You had a brush in your hand, singing with everything in you, eyes closed.
Marcel was effortlessly entertained by you and it was a bit cute.
The song had finished and you heard clapping from the doorway. You turned and saw him leaning against the door frame, his beautiful smile showing itself.
“ I knew it. I knew you were a popstar ” he teased.
You smiled now and he walked closer to you.
“ Can I get an autograph? ” he joked, holding out an invisible piece of paper.
You playfully slap his hands away. And he stepped away, holding his hands up in surrender.
“ Okay well, can I at least get a kiss? ” he asked, his smiling returning.
You gave him a quick kiss and continued on with your hair care.
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Mason:
Mason was out in the yard, fixing something up with his strong hands. You were on the porch, sitting in your chair, watching the sun go down. You had a radio playing some country music, you and Mason enjoyed that. Though you liked country rock better.
You were switching stations when Mason walked to the porch, slumping into the chair next to you. He wiped his face on a towel, gulping down his ice cold sweet tea.
“ Phew, damn It’s hot out here ” he said, turning to you.
“ I told you, it’s like 100 degrees today. You should call it a day and watch the sunset with me ” you demanded more than actually proposing it.
He couldn’t say anything, it was already decided. He sat back, taking in more of his tea. The radio was hearable now and you heard an old song you haven’t heard in a long time. Hardy by Jack. You wasted no time turning the radio volume up.
You started singing, strumming a fake guitar when the rock parts kicked in.
“ This is kinda dope, if this is how all your country rock hits are, then I’ll take you up on it ” he smirked, joining in on the guitar solos.
You got up and pulled him up, both of you turning into rockstars.
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Kol:
You were making an impossible, messy, choreography dance to Golden Brown, by The Stranglers. You’ve been trying for hours, the song perfectly matches your instructor's theme. The original beat was not elevated enough for you. So you went with the remixed version that had the added female vocals.
Your ankles were killing you, but you NEEDED to get this done. The song was blasting out of the speakers, filling every corner of the room. You were attempting a certain spin, it was good at first, but back fired. You lost balance and started falling to the ground. You closed your eyes bracing for contact. It never came, Kole caught you.
“ Not going so well, Darling? ” Kol whispered into your ear.
He sat you upright, silently checking you for injuries.
“ No, I’m just missing something ” you say, going back to the mirror and trying again.
“ All you need is a male lead, play the song again ” he said, tugging his suit jacket off and throwing it on the floor.
You turned it on and set the remote down, going over to him. He watched you several times so he knew the routine. You got in position and started the dance, Kol joined in, giving you the back up you need. It was kind of fun, like how they do it in movies.
You and Kol moved with each other like water, no mistakes. When the song came to an end and you got into your end positioning, Kol was waiting for you to finish your moment. The speakers went silent and you jumped up and down, feeling happy that you did it.
“ That song is a beautiful choice, Darling ” he said, smiling and you smiled back.
“ But not as beautiful as you ” he continued, taking your hand and spinning you around one more.
You flushed and looked away, Kol always knows how to get to someone.
“ What’s wrong, Darling? Cat got your tongue ” he smirked, lightly grabbing your chin and making you look at him.
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Klaus:
It was therapy hour, you decided to get out your emotions by drawing. You played some real mellow tone music, it made your inspiration come quicker and stay longer.
You’ve been drawing for a few hours now, your picture was slowly turning into Klaus. You didn’t mind, you could stare at him for hours, especially when he smiled.
Unexpectedly the perfect song to describe your obsessive desire for Klaus played. Ultraviolence, by Lana Del Rey. The chorus was so addicting and the words fit perfectly. So you played it over and over a few times, turning the music up and getting lost in it.
Klaus had silently walked in by then, watching you draw and your intense attraction to this song. He found it quite fitting, liking the touch of physical matters to it. He knew pain and love could coexist, can even be one.
“ Fancy a bit of pain, love ” he said and you jumped a little.
“ K-klaus.. ” you flushed.
“ H-how- ” you started.
“ I saw all of it love, now.. ” he said and zoomed both of you to a wall.
His face was so close to yours and he brought his lips to your ear.
“ Now let me show you how much ultraviolence a hybrid has…. ”
❥ Hello everyone! 👋🏽 So the collage below is a bit old but I figured it’d be fun for this post! But we’re back with my personal werewolf headcanons! Part one can be found here, but these are all just for fun. Anywho, thanks for reading & I hope you enjoy!
In much older time periods, werewolves used to be a nomadic race that often traveled. Either to follow food or head to places with slightly less people. They were a bit more secluded back then, but nowadays there’s scattered all over the world.
Similar to selkies, they too have a fur coat that allows them to transform. However, the same rules don’t apply like selkies. If they lose their coat they still maintain their abilities such as senses or even speed. Just not transformation.
If a person happens to find a wolf’s coat and return it, they’re basically best friends! Now you have a fluffy bodyguard.
They LOVE flowers and herbs! Anything with a sweet or strong scent just feels really good for them. But the lupine flower is very special in their culture as it is believed to bring good luck. It is also common to use them for bouquets or even in clothing.
When a full moon arrives, a werewolf’s powers are neutralized until morning. The reason for this is unknown, but whenever this happens, their hair turns completely white.
When wolves started moving to more populated areas such as cities and large towns, there would always be stories. Someone claimed to see glowing eyes out in the streets at night. Or a large blurry figure was caught running across the square. Yet no one bats an eye when the guy drinking his coffee in the corner is trying so hard to look inconspicuous.
Unlike stories told in pop culture, werewolves and vampires are actually friends! They have a long history considering they both used to keep away from humans. But also because their powers are quite similar, they even refer to each other as “cousins”!
ok, so I've finally broke, and decided to rant about what the turtles handwriting would look like in rottmnt.
I feel like Mikey would treat writing like an art form. His letters would be very round and bubbly, also totally uses hearts for the dot in i when he's feeling fancy.
If he's writing something, you're definitely going to find doodles on the sides, or even in between lines. He gets distracted, ok.
I don't think he'd really have a consistent style, sometimes he writes normally, sometimes his letters have a little extra swirl to them. Sometimes they're so stylized that you can't tell whether it's a y, or a really fancy flower.
He likes writing with mechanical pencils, cause be likes the click click, and he doesn't have to pause his flow to go and sharpen his pencil.
As much as I'd love to believe that Raph would have very nice and orderly handwriting, I like this more.
Raph's hands are huge, and typically, pencils are small. So, it'd stand to reason that undersized pencils combined with big fingers leads to not the best handwriting.
I think his words would either stretch across the page, or squish together so much that the letters start to merge together, with no in between.
Since his hands are so big, I think his strokes would be really simple. Straight lines mostly, sometimes shaky, especially when they're really curvy letters. I'd bet that his s would look more like a 5.
Y'know those jumbo pencils? I think he'd have a field day with those.
Donnie has, a lot of writing styles, organized in alphabetical order.
Yes, I included binary because I feel like he'd randomly leave notes in binary to annoy his brothers.
Normally, he'll write in precise lettering. Even spaces between every letter, straight lines of text, and letters that would make a textbook jealous. He'll use this style of writing when making lists or letters, something that other people are going to look at.
However, when it comes to his personal work, his writing would be more messy. Think jotting down the bare essentials of an idea before it slips away, or making quick notes on his blueprints.
I do think he'd prefer typing over writing any day though. He only writes regularly because it's something he can impress others with, and if he doesn't practice, his perfectly crafted handwriting will become mediocre or whatever.
Definitely likes ballpoint pens. Would use feathered quills for the aesthetic, but the ink always runs out way too fast, and risks blotting ink on the paper.
I like to believe that Leo is a medic, so of course he would learn gregg shorthand. Not really to be all professional though. You know how people try to encode their diaries because they're paranoid that someone else will read them, even though the diary has a lock and is hidden away in a secret location?
No? just me?
Anyways, what better way to hide all your secrets away from your prying twin than too write it all down in what looks like a grand ole mess of scribbles.
Unlike Donnie, Leo could not write in a straight line to save his life. Random letters are connected in some vague sense of half calligraphy, and some letters are left half finished in the rush to get to the next one.
Donnie has tried to get Leo to write more properly, however, whenever he tries, Leo just starts purposely making his writing worse. So, despite the pain it causes Donnie, letting Leo do his thing is better than the alternative.
He probably got obsessed with those erasable pens for a while. Has one favorite pen, it has a little metal weight in it that slides whenever it tips to one side.
