Arcadia Is My Home

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•~WILL WRITE~•

S/O(significant other)

X Readers

Canon X Canon(depends on the ship)

Head cannons

Parent&Child scenarios

AU’s

•~WONT WRITE~•

To heavy of Angst

Minor x Adult

Incest

(Don’t even bother asking those last two because the answer will always be no)

NSFW (maybe in the future this will change, but as of now, nah)

•~CHARACTER LIST~•

I forgot this blog was a thing again-

Sorry-

Anyways!

Scenario cuz I feel like writing.

Also human reader cuz that wasn’t specified.

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“Draal, you’re doing it again.”

Draal couldn’t help the deep growl that left his chest. He wasn’t smothering you! He was defending you! There was a difference! But… of course there was no threat at the moment. There was no danger, no sense of being watched or hunted. Just… calming silence. A silence that brought a sense of paranoia to the father to be. The human town of Arcadia was too quiet for Draal. Too peaceful. Trollmarket was a lively place. There was always action, there was always something going on. The silence of the human world had a tendency to overwhelm the stone beast. You knew this. But you also knew he was trying his best.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at Draals’ back from where he sat, staring out your living room window as though a threat would suddenly spawn in from nothing. This was gonna be a bit of a challenge. But you knew a little trick that would sway him in your direction. It usually worked, but especially did since the future baby came into the picture. “Draaaaaal,” you purr, watching as his head twitches in your direction. “Come here please? Cuddles?”

I’m… very tired 😅

And busy. With life stuff. (Mum ending up in the hospital (I actually just left the hospital with her today cuz of an emergency), moving to a different state, currently being stuck in a house with 10 other people, work stuff, preparing for school (uni) stuff. Just,,, lots of life stuff.

I’ve also kinda fallen out of TOA, And began majorly hyperfixating on Transformers. Honestly it’s one of the few things keeping me sane 😅😅

I don’t plan on abandoning this blog. Just…. Fuckin hell life has got me by the throat and is stranglin me ya know? 😂😂

I’ll try to update next chance I get. Might be some time in Jan or feb, since this month is move to a different state stuff.

But yeah, I’m not dead.

But… don’t feel alive either…

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#5

Hey, if you can, could you do Angor with his half troll half human child? Like him teaching them how to make golems or hunt or just being a good dad-pure fluff basically. Either way, keep up the great writing and stay safe!

Sorry for the delay with this one! Genuinely have no valid excuse as to why this took so long to do other then I've been feelin the big sad! I have been really excited to start writing this one tho because yes. Dad Angor is always a yes.

~~~

"You're doing it wrong.." Angor grumbled. He was currently sat out in the middle of no where. A forest to be percice, away from city lights and the strong smell of pollution. And at his side was his half troll child. Or. Not child. They hated being called a child. Though Angor was never entirly sure why. In troll years this kid of his would still be a helpless little infant. Tho in human years, they were indeed nearing the age of a proper adolecent. Only 13 years of age currently.

"Well then tell me how to do it right." His child snapped back. Angor glared lightly at the tone, but bit back his own smart remark. The childs other parent warned him of this. In human culture the teenage years are considered 'the worst'. He was experiencing that first hand right about now.

"I did. You use the blade chip away at the stone-" "I've been trying that but it doesn't work! I'm not a normal troll like you are, dad, I don't have the same strength!!"

There was a long pause between the father and child after that was expressed. Angor having to take a second to think. He was well aware of his childs feelings towards themself. Not a normal human. Not a complete troll. This left them disliking certain aspects of themself, tho they always tried to keep that fact hidden. Angor could see it though. In their eyes. They hated that they couldn't be normal in the eyes of either of their kind.

Angor watched as his child abruptly slammed down both the stone they were chipping at and the knife they used to do so, forcing themself to stand in the process. "Forget it! I'm just gonna-" "Easy young warrior." Angor called, taking his child by their wrist after dropping his own knife.

"An assassin does not just give up it's hunt. It adapts. Improvises. Finds a better strategy." He spoke with a soft tilt of his head. "We need to find a better strategy."

"There is no better strategy. I'm too weak for this."

"Untrue. There is always another way."

He watched as his childs eyes gave an unsure, yet hopeful gaze. And watched as they sighed and took a seat next to him once more. "Okay.. so.. how can we do his??"

The assassin turned so he faced his child completely, trying to show that they had his full attention. "Human stone carvers use a veriaty of tools to help them carve stone. We do not have said tools, but you can use their methods. Chip at the stone with your knife using the tip of the blade. Remember, the golem itself doesn't have to be perfect, it's the rune you will need the most focus on."

Another moments pause before the 13 year old turned to face their father, stone and knife in hand as they began trying the method their father provided. At that Angor continued working on his own golem.

"... Thanks, Dad.."

"... Of course.."

7 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 03:32:02 GMT

#4

Can you do headcanons for Varvatos Vex with an S/O who's afraid of the dark?

-Not gonna lie, being scared of the dark is definitely gonna confuse Varvatos.

-because... It's never gonna be dark around him...

-... he glows..

-But all and all he's gonna try and help you out how ever he can.

-He'll get you lil flashlights to carry around when ever you need and maybe even those glow stick bracelettes/necklace.

-But nothing, NOTHING!! Will make him laugh harder then the sight of you turning off a light in a dark part of the house and seeing you run to the nearest lit room available. It's just too funny to him!!

-But he does love that when he's the only light in a dark area that you'll run to him. That will warm his heart, and he'll keep you safe from the dark as long as you keep by his side.

8 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 03:52:24 GMT

#3

Could you do headcanons for Varvatos Vex with a trans s/o who is in the process of transitioning?

Iiiii can tryyyy to write this!! Imma be real, my knowledge on the transition process isn't all that great so if I mess up on something can someone PLEASE let me know? That would be amazing!!!

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-You met Varvatos before you began your transitioning process. He was kind, loud, and maybe even a liiittle too protective at times, but he has always been supportive of you and your own identity.

-You wanna wear something that makes you feel comfortable? Do it! You wanna change your name? What is it?! He want's to know!!

-Someone trying to give you shit about how "it's wrong to be trans", that person best be prepared to get decked by a 9ft blue alien made of pure energy. Or a very small old man. All and all it wont be pretty.

-And even still, when you mentioned to Varvatos wanting to begin your transition process, once again Varvatos was your biggest supporter.

-Need money? He'll get you money! (Dont ask how)

-Need help doing research on the best and safest places to go to?? He can help you with that too!!

-And when it came to moral support, he's the right guy to go to. Varvatos would go out of his way to praise you, and tell you just how brave you are for taking this step, and that he's so excited to see the end result. The you that you feel comfortable being.

-Varvatos Vex is going to be your biggest hype man throught this process.

8 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 02:42:32 GMT

#2

Could you write a oneshot for Vex comforting his S/O because they're feeling stressed please?

He watched you as you sat at the barcounter in his earthly home. Your hands holding your temples as you glared at your laptop screen. Varvatos honestly had no idea what it was you working on. But he knew it was important to you.

The old geezer let his gaze return back to the TV, not wanting to add more stress to your shoulder by staring for too long. And it stayed like that for a good long while. Before he heard you groan in annoyance.

Again Varvatos looked to you, seeing that you now had your head upon the counter next to your laptop. From his guess. You had just about given up on this project.

With a slight groan the Tall Akiridion rose to his feet, going over to stand behind you from where you sat on the stool. Using his arms to 'trap' you in the spot. "Varvatos hopes that you're not giving up on this project of yours." "I am. And you can not convince me otherwise."

He immediately quirked a brow at that. "He greatly disagrees with that statement! Varvatos is positive that he can change your mind and ignite your warriors spirit to continue on with this battle!"

"I beg to differ."

He huffed a sigh as he finally wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head down and over yours. "... Varvatos is going to give you... An hour. to complete this project. If you complete it in time he will take you out to a nice fancy dinner to celebrate. If not. Varvatos will ignore you for a delson."

He felt your head shift under his as you turned it a bit to glance at him. "That feels very unfair." "It is meant to be. To motivate you further."

There was a long pause before he felt you sigh under his chest, then push yourself upright under his weight.

"Alright then. Stay with me in the meantime??"

"As you wish."

10 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 05:21:52 GMT

#1

Headcanons for how Morando would be as a father once his baby is born?

I love this tyrant bastard of a man with every fiber of my being holy shit---

~~~

-Needless to say... this ain't easy for him!!

-Val Morando is a busy man. He's got a job to do after all. So once his baby is born... He's kinda... fucked.

-Infants need constant attention and have many needs to be dealt with and yet he feels he doesn't have the time to do so. Let alone the energy.

-So at first. He's not a great dad. Doing his best? yes, he's trying. But over all, he needs so help. Which of course he is going to struggle to ask for.

-But there is one moment where his rough start at fatherhood begins to smooth out. He was woken up by the sound of his child crying, and like every other night this has happened he forces himself up tp go and check on the child.

-And he for the life of his couldn't figure out what as wrong. Didn't need a change, wasn't hungry, wasn't sick. Yet the child kept crying. He caved in and picked up the infant, bringing them to his chest to hold for a while as he sat down in a chair. And.. much to his surpise... that's what calmed the little one down.

-Morando wasn't entirely sure why this was what the child wanted. But.. he did understand why the child needed this.

-Hell... Maybe this was what he needed as well...

12 notes • Posted 2021-10-14 01:10:47 GMT

No longer tm-candy-27

He watched you as you sat at the barcounter in his earthly home. Your hands holding your temples as you glared at your laptop screen. Varvatos honestly had no idea what it was you working on. But he knew it was important to you.

The old geezer let his gaze return back to the TV, not wanting to add more stress to your shoulder by staring for too long. And it stayed like that for a good long while. Before he heard you groan in annoyance.

Again Varvatos looked to you, seeing that you now had your head upon the counter next to your laptop. From his guess. You had just about given up on this project.

With a slight groan the Tall Akiridion rose to his feet, going over to stand behind you from where you sat on the stool. Using his arms to 'trap' you in the spot. "Varvatos hopes that you're not giving up on this project of yours." "I am. And you can not convince me otherwise."

He immediately quirked a brow at that. "He greatly disagrees with that statement! Varvatos is positive that he can change your mind and ignite your warriors spirit to continue on with this battle!"

"I beg to differ."

He huffed a sigh as he finally wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head down and over yours. "... Varvatos is going to give you... An hour. to complete this project. If you complete it in time he will take you out to a nice fancy dinner to celebrate. If not. Varvatos will ignore you for a delson."

He felt your head shift under his as you turned it a bit to glance at him. "That feels very unfair." "It is meant to be. To motivate you further."

There was a long pause before he felt you sigh under his chest, then push yourself upright under his weight.

"Alright then. Stay with me in the meantime??"

-Not gonna lie, being scared of the dark is definitely gonna confuse Varvatos.

-because... It's never gonna be dark around him...

-... he glows..

-But all and all he's gonna try and help you out how ever he can.

-He'll get you lil flashlights to carry around when ever you need and maybe even those glow stick bracelettes/necklace.

-But nothing, NOTHING!! Will make him laugh harder then the sight of you turning off a light in a dark part of the house and seeing you run to the nearest lit room available. It's just too funny to him!!

How about Calista returning to Dwoza. Cuz she was captured by Arthur (again). She had a long day. But everything becomes better cause she gets to see her tall GF s/o?

Sorry buuuuut

Sorry for the delay with this one! Genuinely have no valid excuse as to why this took so long to do other then I've been feelin the big sad! I have been really excited to start writing this one tho because yes. Dad Angor is always a yes.

~~~

"You're doing it wrong.." Angor grumbled. He was currently sat out in the middle of no where. A forest to be percice, away from city lights and the strong smell of pollution. And at his side was his half troll child. Or. Not child. They hated being called a child. Though Angor was never entirly sure why. In troll years this kid of his would still be a helpless little infant. Tho in human years, they were indeed nearing the age of a proper adolecent. Only 13 years of age currently.

"Well then tell me how to do it right." His child snapped back. Angor glared lightly at the tone, but bit back his own smart remark. The childs other parent warned him of this. In human culture the teenage years are considered 'the worst'. He was experiencing that first hand right about now.

"I did. You use the blade chip away at the stone-" "I've been trying that but it doesn't work! I'm not a normal troll like you are, dad, I don't have the same strength!!"

There was a long pause between the father and child after that was expressed. Angor having to take a second to think. He was well aware of his childs feelings towards themself. Not a normal human. Not a complete troll. This left them disliking certain aspects of themself, tho they always tried to keep that fact hidden. Angor could see it though. In their eyes. They hated that they couldn't be normal in the eyes of either of their kind.

Angor watched as his child abruptly slammed down both the stone they were chipping at and the knife they used to do so, forcing themself to stand in the process. "Forget it! I'm just gonna-" "Easy young warrior." Angor called, taking his child by their wrist after dropping his own knife.

"An assassin does not just give up it's hunt. It adapts. Improvises. Finds a better strategy." He spoke with a soft tilt of his head. "We need to find a better strategy."

"There is no better strategy. I'm too weak for this."

"Untrue. There is always another way."

He watched as his childs eyes gave an unsure, yet hopeful gaze. And watched as they sighed and took a seat next to him once more. "Okay.. so.. how can we do his??"

The assassin turned so he faced his child completely, trying to show that they had his full attention. "Human stone carvers use a veriaty of tools to help them carve stone. We do not have said tools, but you can use their methods. Chip at the stone with your knife using the tip of the blade. Remember, the golem itself doesn't have to be perfect, it's the rune you will need the most focus on."

Another moments pause before the 13 year old turned to face their father, stone and knife in hand as they began trying the method their father provided. At that Angor continued working on his own golem.

"... Thanks, Dad.."