Thematic Headcanons. A Series Of Subject-specific Headcanons You Can Ask Your Favorite Blog And Muse.

Thematic Headcanons. A series of subject-specific headcanons you can ask your favorite blog and muse.

hc + 🤝 for a headcanon about a connection with one of the receiver's mutual

hc + 👪 for a family-themed headcanon

hc + 🧡 for a friendship-themed headcanon

hc + 💌 for a romance-themed headcanon

hc + 💕 for a loved-themed headcanon

hc + 💔 for a headcanon about a sad experience

hc + 🤥 for a lie-themed headcanon

hc + 😶 for a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

hc + 😴 for a sleep-themed headcanon

hc + 🌇 for a headcanon about morning- or evening rituals

hc + 🧼 for a hygiene-themed headcanon

hc + 🏠 for a home-themed headcanon

hc + 😃 for a happiness-themed headcanon

hc + 😨 for a fear-themed headcanon

hc + 🤕 for a pain-themed headcanon

hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like

hc + 👎 for a headcanon about things they dislike

hc + 💪 for a sport-themed headcanon

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

hc + 🥣 for a food-themed headcanon

hc + ☕ for a drink-themed headcanon

hc + 🐈 for a pet/animal-themed headcanon

hc + 🌸 for a plant-themed headcanon

hc + 🌄 for an outdoor-themed headcanon

hc + 🌍 for a travel-themed headcanon

hc + 🗡 for a weapon-themed headcanon

hc + 🎡 for a hobby-themed headcanon

hc + 🚗 for a transportation-themed headcanon

hc + ⏳ for a time-themed headcanon

hc + 🌘 for a night-themed headcanon

hc + 🌞 for a day-themed headcanon

hc + 🪐 for a universe-themed headcanon

hc + 🌂 for a weather-themed headcanon

hc + ⛄ for a season-themed headcanon

hc + 🎉 for a celebration-themed headcanon

hc + 🏆 for a goal-themed headcanon

hc + 💯 for an achievement-themed headcanon

hc + 🚬 for a headcanon about a bad habit

hc + 🎭 for an arts-/crafts-themed headcanon

hc + ✂️ for a hair-themed headcanon

hc + 👗 for a clothes-themed headcanon

hc + 💍 for a jewelry-themed headcanon

hc + 💄 for a makeup-themed headcanon

hc + 🎓 for an education-themed headcanon

hc + 📿 for a faith-themed headcanon

hc + 🎵 for a music-themed headcanon

hc + 📱 for a media-themed headcanon

hc + 🎥 for a film/tv-themed headcanon

hc + 📔 for a reading-themed headcanon

hc + 💰 for a money-themed

hc + 💼 for a job-themed headcanon

hc + 💉 for a medical-themed headcanon

hc + 🛒 for a shopping-themed headcanon

hc + 🔞 for a nsfw-headcanon

hc + ❓ for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

folklore botanical stamps 💐 [zoom for hq]

rainy spring days 🌦

Moodboard: Tamlin & Feyre (ACOTAR) - Taylor's version

“ If my wishes came true, It would've been YOU. ”

( Shout out to @hydesjackiespuddinpop for the idea )

May I request 22 for Tamcien?

In a Rush of Adrenaline (Send me a 💋 prompt) (ft. Tamcien)

Tamlin didn’t mean to do it, but sometimes his day long exploits into the wild became week long excursions. He found solace in the woods and being separated from the rest of the population for a while relieved some of the burden which he carried from being their High Lord. Often, he left on these journeys on a whim.

He took with him nothing but the clothes on his back and the knives in his belt. He could hunt for food, find a cave for shelter, and trade with other travelers for anything else he needed. If the worst came to the worst, he could use his conjuration magic to create small things. Amarantha hadn’t taken this power from him. She didn’t know it existed.

Tamlin rarely left a note at the manor, or even word of mouth. Why should he? He nearly always planned to be back by the following morning.

His latest retreat into solitude led him far into the wilderness of Spring on paths that only he knew. Seven days passed before he sat up lazily in a cave by a creek, transforming himself from a house cat and back to a High Fae. A nap in the sun had been lovely. The pack of wild felines around were nonchalant over his presence.

Suddenly, he wondered what day it was — time passed by slowly to fae unless they kept careful track.

Three days — at most. He grumbled under his breath. It was going to take the rest of this one to get back to the manor. Lucien was going to be pissed off. The last time he’d disappeared for forty-eight hours without telling the fox, Lucien hadn’t spoken to him for an entire nine days afterwards. Sulking was Tamlin’s thing. What was with that? Tamlin shrugged and continued following his own footsteps home.

It was dusk by the time he reached the manicured grounds of spring court. He snapped his fingers, using his magic to run a brush through his hair and change into clean clothes. He may hate the formality, but it wasn’t right to return to court looking like a wild man.

He spied Lucien pacing the checkered tile from the corner of his eye. He did not look happy. Tamlin rolled his eyes. It appeared someone else had taken up the job of relentlessly pacing while he was gone. Although he could have easily walked up, the High Lord found some mischief in winnowing to Lucien’s back. When the redhead turned around — he stopped short.

Anger flitted through his familiar eyes. His lips were forced into a stubborn line. His pointy ears pointed backwards.

Tamlin sighed. I’m either about to get punched or hugged. I’d rather take the punch.

“You. Bastard.” Lucien jabbed his finger into Tamlin’s chest. “Six days? Are you insane?”

Six days? Tamlin swallowed. Oof —

He was about to mumble an apology when Lucien’s long arms swallowed him in the tightest hug that he’d ever gotten.

Tamlin froze, but the realization came over him slowly. He thought I was dead. He cares that I’m not.

He slowly lifted his arms and returned the hug. He would never be fond of them; but he owed one this time. If Lucien had disappeared for six days straight, Tamlin had no idea what he’d do, but he wouldn’t have stayed calm.

“Sorry…” Tamlin muttered. He wasn’t good at words, but the way he looked at the ground when Lucien released him was proof enough that he understood what he’d done.

Lucien placed his hand on Tamlin’s shoulder and looked firmly into his eyes. “If you ever do that again, I am going to use that time to paint this entire manor in foxes and the words ‘Lucien rules, Tamlin sucks.’ You got it?”

Tamlin’s eyes brightened and genuine laughter peeled from his lungs. He bent over, genuinely tickled. Lucien was one of the only ones who could make him truly laugh. “You’ll be scrubbing it off when I get back!”

“Your manor, your scrubbing!” Lucien shot back.

Tamlin growled and punched the redhead in his shoulder sort-of gently.

Lucien rubbed his shoulder and wrapped his arm around Tamlin’s neck, giving him a tighter-than-necessary squeeze.

They sat on the giant steps watching the sunrise, until Lucien finally spoke again. “Hey, Tam?”

Tamlin looked up.

“I’m really glad you’re home.” Lucien pressed a kiss to his temple and rested his head on his muscular shoulder.

Tamlin sighed quietly. “Me too.”