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Theo Nott headcanons

we all know this boy has some issues….and for good reason. I love him and he’s been a comfort character for a while now so I wanted to describe how I see him!

🕸️First off, I feel like Theo loves all animals, but has an odd fascination with faeries. Ever since he was a little kid and his mom died, he found comfort in those small beings 🕸️He also loves muggle studies. Like love love love loves it. He’ll rant to anyone who’ll listen about it 🕸️ “Mattheo! Mattheo! Did you know that the muggles play this thing called football? It’s an American sport. They kinda tackle eachother for a ball. And throw it through these big yellow pole things” “……… no one cares Theo.” 🕸️ Theo also has a horrible time sleeping. Like actually refuses to sometimes. If you walked over to his dorm at like 2 in the morning he’ll still be awake reading 🕸️on that note, this man LOVES reading. Anything he can get his hands on is what he’ll read. He particularly likes fantasy novels so he can get completely lost in that world instead of paying attention to where he is in the moment. 🕸️ He gets really bad panic attacks sometimes. It’s mostly because of his father and how horribly he treats his son always telling him that he has to be better and how he’ll never be a proper pure blood 🕸️ Theo is the type of person that will go days without talking to anyone but Madame Pince because he feels like either no one is worthy of his presence or no one cares he’s there (Jesus fucking Christ I’m making him sound like a soft boy…) 🕸️He’s very torn on whether or not he wants to be a death eater. He hates everything about his father but then again he’s a pureblooded Slytherin, what’s he supposed to do? Okay, okay, im done. Hope u enjoyed! If u want anything written I’ll try. I write for heathers, CoD, Stranger things, Creepypasta, Harry Potter, and some more!

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Hey guys

hi everyone. I’m sorry I haven’t been posting for a while. Recently I found out something about my chronic illness so I’ve been trying to cope and just take a break. Hopefully I’ll be back soon, but I dunno. I’ll be having a procedure done in a few months so I’ll definitely be gone then when I recover. I love you guys!

my opinion on hoodie

I feel like hoodie is a way better character. And I haven’t finish the tapes fully buuuuuut hoodie seems like a more important character then Masky in my opinion. I could be wrong considering I haven’t finished the tapes but hoodie protected Tim multiple times before he became Masky. After Alex beat him with a pole he helped him and got revenge, and then when he was coughing blood he saved him again. Idk where some of the fandom got that he’s just a sidekick. And even more importantly hoodie kept laying the tapes around as far as I can tell. He was even checking to see if the tape was still there.

when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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