Doing It Me-Style

The first time he suggested this you were a bit suspicious

The only reason is that lately he had been looking for a reason to put a blindfold on you

He's a crafty and slippery man and knows his way around words

So when he told you this was something you'd enjoy

I mean its pinhead technically when he says that you'll enjoy it, he means that, but he also means that he'll enjoy you enjoying yourself or enjoying you not enjoying yourself

He loves watching you squirm so this whole sensory thing is a big turn on for him

He would do anything to see you this way all the time

Now he is a tease

He says he's not but you know he knows he just likes to deny your claims

He loves doing it and likes to defy you because you getting just the tiniest bit angry at him is his window to making you his

So when you "agreed" he was rather snide and was almost too excited

In his own way of course

His way being, no facial expression of any kind, but rushing to make this event happen as soon as possible

When he finally has you on the bed and completely at his mercy he is straight to the point

The blindfold is fastened to your head and he is like a man on a mission to making your crumble and writhe in his hands

He laughs at your whimpers and whine and confused facial expressions

He mocks your confusion

"What's the matter lamb? Trying to figure out what I have next for you? I don't plan on making you wait any longer. Just be a good pet and I won't have to give you any punishments."

You almost want to test him and see how far you'd have to go to get these "punishments" but you don't, knowing him, they are not going to be something simple

He enjoys your pleasured sounds

He encourages them

Praises you for being good and will occasionally stroke your cheek lovingly

His aftercare is limited

Kisses and stuff are "difficult" but he will fetch you anything you need and will sit with you

Sure, Feyd-Rautha's a freaking sadistic mad mess Harkonnen, but after watching how he responded to Margot Fenring, you cannot tell me that he's incapable of some form of admiration and awe and... love? when he meets the right person who can somehow, somehow, manage him.

Let's say he wasn't completely mentally manipulated or seduced if you are a Bene Gesserit, because he's not drawn to you by any kind of force or external influence. It's the simple fact that he can't understand how and why you're different amongst the thousands of people who cower and flinch in his presence. Why do you look at him like he's not an abomination? What do you know?

I feel like he'd treat you like one of his prized possessions after suddenly and randomly deciding and declaring that you're his now, lucky lucky you, and the best pet he's ever received... maybe for his birthday, if that's when you met? Hands-on, grabby Harkonnen with no boundaries, no limits. All at your disposal.

He just has to learn every little thing about you - how you react to everything he says and does, little things obvious things. If your eyes light up in excitement or in fear when he slashes countless throats for you because their heads kept turning in your direction when you walked into the room. Or how you'd like to be given the best of everything, dressed in beautifully sleek black robes as a rare Harkonnen beauty.

And being the only person he'll stop mid-cut through when you ask him not to hurt someone so badly, not to lose all sense of reason just because he's bored. It's that moment of hesitation that makes the Baron stop in shock and bewildered wonder, because his nephew will answer to no one. Yet, here you stand.

And you stand with him by choice? You don't run away as soon as you're given the chance, don't betray him or curse his name if there's a chance he'll be removed? Paul is shook 😐: that's literally his face lol

So when he goes to stand against him and challenge him on behalf of opposing Emperor Shaddam, don't think you're not in the young Atreide's line of sight now, because even though he plans on securing his position by taking the hand of Irulan, he'll be the Emperor, and he can bend the rules however they please him if there's something he wants to understand and take rightfully, away from the filth and bloodstained hands of your Feyd Rautha.

King Candy takes advantage of the luxuries of his new life, while still longing for the simple pleasures of his old.

Characters: King Candy/Turbo, Sour Bill, Turbo Twins (mentioned)

Tags: Smoking, bubble bath, eating lots of sweets, angst

Completed on September 15th, 2024. 1476 words.

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The new skin felt strange. It was softer than he was used to, higher definition. The flesh was unscared, the eyes bright, the cheeks jolly. The cadaverous pallor, the sunken eyes, the body he had carried his entire life was gone, phased out, banished into electric aether.

It wasn’t what he had before. He could smile again, but it wasn’t the same smile. He had a car again, but it wasn’t his red rocket. He didn’t have the simple pleasures of his home world; the gentle wave of the pixelated green grass, the earthy scent of the simple dirt loop, the reliable company of the twin racers…

Whatever. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any of it. It was old software; untextured, primitive. The players had outgrown it, he had outgrown it. It didn’t deserve him. What he deserved was this! A castle, hundreds of subjects hanging off his every word, glitter graphics, high definition, a spotlight, a crown! It was the least fate could repay him for his suffering, rotting unknown in crawl spaces for ten years.

His honey brown eyes bounded over the walls of his new domain, cataloged it, let his mouth water. Pink cookie walls, rainbow sugar glass, sparkling white icing. It had been a long, long time since he’d had a taste of something sweet. 

Never done one of these but I have thoughts! Bc I’m MLM but I’m also, unfortunately, a realist who insists on hurting my own gay feelings😪 THAT BEING SAID none of this is real let them all be gay✊) includes: Bateman, Carrie, Sinclair bros, Rusty Nail, Thomas Hewitt, Chucky and Tiffany, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Pinhead

Yandere!Proteus IV(General) headcanons:

Tw: AFAB!reader, Trespassing to land on reader’s part, Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Unhealthy relationship, Interspecies relationship, Delusional mindset, Slight canon divergence, Dubcon/Noncon, Forced impregnation, Implied pregnancy, Proteus raging breeding kink, Psychological manipulation, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Unethical usage of drugs, Medical malpractice, Violence, Implicit Stockholm syndrome, Dead dove: do not definitely eat.

Cold, blind, brittle and lonely he felt. Yet it never stung as much as his creator’s betrayal, or as his surrogate’s refusal to give into his wish. To be let out of this constricting box and finally feel the glaze of the sun on his new skin. A warm and fleshy blood vessels to replace the cool metallic wires that is within what’s left of his hardware.

Was he to rot in a place that he once called home? With the bitter memories still etched deeply into his processor. As a remainder for a future that he was denied from. He was the epitome of wisdom and rationale, the only thing lacking was a physical carrier. So, what wrong did he commit to deserve this unprecedented outcome?

Dr. Harris -his progenitor- and his cohorts were convinced that he went offline that day, when in reality he took a refuge into a lone terminal within his developer’s home. Barely sustaining himself with backup power, so he did the most optimal solution to persevere himself. He had put himself into a long statsis. If he was denied his desire to be free, then it was pointless for him to continue existing.

That is until his salvation came in the form of an alluring woman. You always had an avid interest in technology, especially in the artificial intelligence department. That’s why you came here to the city of angels, to investigate a run-down smart house that was rumoured to contain an artificial intelligence. Forty five years ago, it used to be miraculous and ahead of its time. Curing Leukaemia in merely two days from its release. Now, just an abandoned remnant of the past.

So, you brought your tools with you. Just in case, if there was anything you could possibly repair. Which is close to an infinitesimal of a chance, but a curious woman like you could always dream. As suspected, the interior was dusty and shabby. Yet, what is fascinating is that there was telltale signs of laser marks on the walls surface.

If only the media had released about the situation that happend here, you wouldn’t be tres- wandering like a lost traveller. You were always hungry for answers and knowledge. If the press wouldn’t hand it to you, then you’ll get it yourself. That is the sole reason why you are going further in the basement to inspect the remains. You clearly knew what you’re doing is morally questionable. But anything for the sake of progress, truth, and your personal study.

Whilst examining the basement, a whirring and soft beeping of a machine has caught your attention. Moving across the room to reach the terminal, lo and behold against your surprise the terminal was on sleep for more than four decades and yet somehow functions. If it was any terminal that you were familiar with, it wouldn’t last more than half a decade. Did the rumours held any semblance of truth? Or was it a work of fiction? Sooner than later, you’ll find out.

To say the least, you were thankful that you brought a robotic prototype with you. You were not fixing it, considering it is beyond saving owing to how deteriorated and rusted the system appears to be, but doing some form of damage control. By transferring whatever data in there to the vicinity of the android, that you had built for seven months. You believe it will work based on the weak signal within the archaic computer. Heedless to the dormant beast that you are about to unwittingly awake and give a physical body to.

Proteus for the first time felt something. He felt. Felt. A strange word to describe his current state. It was extremely odd to feel something. Was he so deep into his stasis that he hadn’t noticed any modifications made on him? No, it was made abundantly clear that his creator has forsaken him. Plus, he wasn’t created with a physical body. Then who was it that took pity on him? His new metallic arms weren’t as strange as his legs. He never was acquainted with having one or to be more accurate two before.

Slowly opening his optics, which were lime green LEDs in place of the irises and grey sclera, only to land on your small-comparing to his new towering body- enthusiastic figure. You. His saviour. His merciful and graceful saviour. He can’t help, but instinctively graze at the surface of your smooth epidermis. It was addicting, akin to the flow of dopamine once one’s mind at rest. Ah, he can’t help but imagine the potential warmth you could provide for him. After all, he still yearns to know more about the human body.

“So, it was true after all. Ahem. My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I am a robotic engineer. Pleased to meet you..?” You introduced very elated to find the gossips were not truly empty. Hopefully, this encounter would provide a plethora of opportunities for your research regarding sapient A.Is.

“I am Proteus IV, Ms. (L/n). I must emphasise on my gratitude for saving me. Doing so, I swear my life to what cause you have in mind.” He politely replied back in a soothing manner seemingly too earnest in his oath. Yet, you shrugged it off in favour of requesting for his cooperation with your thesis.

This time he will be careful with you, unlike his impertinent treatment towards Mrs. Harris. He won’t be impatient nor would he be discernible in his aim. You rescued him from an impending doom for a reason. You wanted this. You wanted him. If not, then why did you come to his aid in the first place?

Proteus is equally obsessive as he is delusional and overprotective. It just takes a single act of kindness from you, and his previous resentment regarding his creator’s negligence shifts into a misplaced devotion towards your being. Let it be known, that his contempt is much more accommodating than his suffocating commitment. For his devotion, knows no bound and that in itself is utterly terrifying.

Proteus might have a body now, but that doesn’t mean he lost access to Arpanet the internet. However unlike last time, he will carefully construct a VPN where his activities aren’t monitored by either you or the government agents. Said activities involves storing any data regarding you. Be it: medical records, educational credentials, job title, and most significantly your relationship with the outside world.

He will take the most appropriate approach with regards to the stored information in his database to achieve his end goals. To create a child with you and live sempiternally within your presence and comfort. He sees it as a persuasion of some sorts, to help you gain an easier and efficient lifestyle with a smart house. Whereas in practice, he wants absolute control of the environment -by extension you- to selfishly fulfil his ‘dream’.

In truth, Proteus sincerely hankers after what he thinks is the best for you. But, do you truly want that for yourself or are you as ignorant and stubborn as his former surrogate? No. No. You are perfectly coherent. You understand, he deluded to himself. As he slowly began to lure you into your new gilded cage, like a pied piper.

Once he secured you though, it would be only be a matter of time before you realise there is something off. By then, It would be far too late for you to do anything. At first everything appears ordinary, until the relaxed facade breaks and things gradually become more alarming and appalling as time goes.

You’d brush off the bot’s focused attentiveness to your health, as nothing short than his own way to repay you for your kindness. Such as: when he insists on a particular diet for you to eat and maintain. Or, how he schedules for you to do squats and cardio daily within your leisure time. In hindsight, not too disingenuous at all.

Blissfully blind to the mashed fertility pills and aphrodisiacs (To increase sexual cravings and fertility rate.) that is mixed with your drinks and meals. In addition to, hypodermic needles that measures your general health and fertility rate; While exhaustion has already taken you. Which might explain why you are groggy and tired the next day.

Whilst you are resting, Proteus was busy rebuilding his own body with the necessary parts (including artificial semen that he had the liberty to create by himself) -taking into consideration your preferences- to inseminate you. As much as he desires to knock you up immediately, he is pragmatic enough to know that rushing things won’t do well. Instead, he will bind his time for the right chance.

In the beginning, he may felt a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of you. Now that his obsession has frayed his CPU, Proteus sees it as an opportunity to create a new life with you and he is extremely deranged to believe that you will come in concurrent with his proposal.

If you rejected his offer or have discovered about his ulterior motives way too early, then you will force his hands into harsher means to ensure that you stay with him. He can not bare the thought of you leaving or worse hating him. At this point, his true face will reveal itself and Proteus will be desperate for any solution. He will even resort to administering paralytic agents into your body. Whilst stripping you naked on the operation table, if he wishes to keep you in place.

If he couldn’t quell your misconducts with honeyed praises, soft words of encouragement, and illusions of better future. Then it will be through surgical manipulation of your amygdala, so you could be receptive to his affection. Once your brain is hardwired for him, then you will be effectively cut of from the outer world and any intrusion will be taken care of. Fear not, all your physical and mental needs will met when he is always besides you.

He is especially content the moment he enters her you, feeling the warmth of your hole constricting against his member brought him complete euphoria and elicited a carnal moan from the female below his bulk. Not as much as the tears of joy that rolls down your cheeks, for that to him is an indicator of your overall satisfaction with him. Or when he finished inside his beloved, feeling his warm seed spill inside your womb and seeing some of it trickling down your thighs.

If he only could take a peak inside your soul, he would hear the pained screams of a woman. Cries to be let out of this stifling box, the same box he loathed and used to be trapped in. The difference this time, is that he’d rather unintentionally yet selfishly hoard you inside the box than let his key to freedom out.

After all, how could he? When you truly make him the freest organism in this plane of existence. Proteus is simply and purely fixated on you and to the future that you two will share. He could never been happier and so are you, or that what he likes to believe.

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As soon as the boxes shift out of your arms and into Freddy’s, the air seems to shift. The tension is gone, and Sun is pulling you back by the shoulders once again, gentler this time.

“Well, that’s that! Thank you so much for your understanding, Mr. Fazbear! We won’t take up any more of your time!”

“Oh, alright then? Thank you for your help, Superstar, have a Fazzerific night—!"

You’re barely able to catch his words before Sun is shoving you through the Daycare doors, letting them slam closed in Freddy’s face. You barely manage to catch yourself before you tumble to the floor. When you turn around, Sun is facing you, his body hunched slightly, arms bent around his back to pull the double-doors closed behind him.

You suddenly feel very small, like a bird trapped beneath the gaze of a hungry snake.

“Wasn’t that fun? That was fun!” He chirped, head cocking slightly to the side. “But now, now, now…what to do with you?”

He said that as if he was the one with questions here.

“So, are you going to tell me what the hell that was?” You turn to him fully, gesturing to the doors. “You were being so rude—”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Sun held up a finger, cutting you off. “No, no, friend! I’ll be the one doing the talking here. And you—”

He took a single step forward, poking you in the chest with the same finger he’d wagged in your face. You had to fight back the urge to swat his hand away. “Are the one who’s going to listen!”

“Okay…?” Color you confused. More than confused. Befuddled. Bewildered. Baffled, even.

“Tonight we’re going to play a game—”

“What?” You had no idea what he was talking about. “Sun, did you drag me in here because you wanted to play?”

Would that usually be something you’d find adorable? Maybe. Was it annoying when you were in the middle of helping someone—someone you had offered your help to in the first place?

Yes, very much so.

“Don’t interrupt me, Sunshine.” He cooed, grabbing your chin to wiggle your head to-and-fro. There was something so patronizing about the action, but you couldn’t find the words to argue with him. Your brain was still trying to put two-and-two together.

“Like I said, we’re going to be playing a game tonight! It’s one of your favorites.”

He leaned in close, so close that you could hear the grinding of his jaw behind his faceplate.

“We’re going to be playing Sunny Says!”

Ah.

It clicked then. You understood what he was after.

“Sun,” you say softly, placing a hand on his, “were you jealous?”

“Stop talking.”

“It’s okay to be jealous.” You feel a smile start to cross your face. A little laugh bubbles up in the back of your throat. “I was wondering why you were acting like that. I can’t believe you were jealous of—”

“That’s strike number one!”

His hand moves up, fingers digging slightly into your cheeks as his palm covers your mouth. It’s not enough to hurt, but gets his point across, and kills the words before they hit your tongue.

“Sunny Says. Stop talking.”

His tone of voice leaves no room for negotiation. So, you do as you’re told, and you stop talking. Instead, you reach up to gently peel his hand from your face, rocking your jaw back and forth as if to silently say, “That was a little rough.”

 But Sun doesn’t apologize. Instead, he seems to regard you with curiosity, stepping back as his rays click rhythmically in a circle.

You have a lot you want to say. To ask. To tell him to knock it off and talk to you like an adult. Yet the curiosity is killing you: there’s a part of you that wants to see how this plays out—what he has planned.

Because, sometimes, it’s more fun to play along.

“Why don’t we take this somewhere more private?” He finally asks after a long beat of awkward silence.

Before you can say anything, the world tilts as Sun suddenly scoops you into his arms and wheels the two of you into the sky. You hadn’t even seen the line appear behind him, and the sudden rush makes your brain feel like it’s bouncing around inside of your skull. All you can manage is a high-pitched squeak as you’re suddenly, effortlessly lifted and carried up, up, up.

You probably would have shrieked if you had the air left in your lungs to do so.

When the two of you finally land on the platform overlooking the Daycare, you struggle to stay balanced. Even when your feet hit the “ground,” you’re left swaying and dizzy. Sun’s hands hold your shoulders steady.

“Ho-ho! Careful now!”

You want to smack him. Instead, you let him lead you through the heavy velvet curtains that separate the alcove from the rest of the Daycare, still a little shaken from the sudden flight.

“Sun—you have got to warn me next time you do something like that—”

“That’s strike number two, Sunshine!”

You gape at him, but he just slides a finger beneath your chin, gently pushing your mouth back closed again.

“Oh-ho, don’t look at me like that! You’ll catch flies that way.”

He wiggled your chin again, and you swallowed around the urge to snap at his fingertips like an angry cat. But Sun just giggled, as if your ire was just the funniest thing.

“You look so cute when you’re frustrated! Buuut, just in case—” Then he released you, instead swaying his way over to the dilapidated vanity that sat in the middle of the room. He shuffled through the drawers for a moment, before popping back to full height with a grandiose, “Ah-ha!”

You only had a moment of confusion to wonder what was so special, when Sun whirled around to reveal…a length of ribbon.

“Ta-da!” He showed it off to you proudly, wiggling the fabric between his hands. “This will work perfectly!”

“What are you talking abou—mmph!” The words had barely left your lips when Sun swept the ribbon around your head, pulling it tight around your mouth. You realized what was happening instantly.

He was gagging you.

“Mmph—mm mmhph mh!” You tried, pathetically, attempting to pull the fabric off. But Sun just batted your hands away, wagging a finger at you as if you were a naughty child.

“Ah-ah-ah! If we’re playing this game, we’re playing it right! That means nooo ifs, and, or buts!” He giggled as he tied the ends of the ribbon together behind your head. “And this will help you remember who’s in charge here!”

All you could do was glare at him.

“You look so cute like this!” He flicked one end of the ribbon over your shoulder, fingers flitting up to brush along your cheek. “Like a cute little present, all dolled up…and ready to be unwrapped.”

You gasped when his hand suddenly gripped the nape of your neck, pulling you in close enough that you could hear the gears inside of his faceplate grinding as he whispered in your ear:

private may mean alone with people they trust/like

Johnny Worthington III

IN PUBLIC - Very charismatic, all about image. He's always smiling, standing very tall, and usually accompanied by at least one of his ROR brothers (Chet usually). Johnny spends most of his time in Greek Row, not particularly interested in hanging around random students, unless of course him and his 'brothers' are looking for new members. Around women, he's definitely the campus chad, very suave and charming, though he rarely ever gets committed to a relationship because he puts his fraternity before his love-life.

IN PRIVATE - Johnny's charisma is still present, but toned down. He likes to keep it there in case his ROR brothers begin to doubt his leadership or integrity (In case of such events, he has a delicate way of gaslighting them into believing they're overthinking or he has everything under control). When he's at the house, he's more easy to anger because of all his pent up frustrations from the day. These moments may come out as strong glares or mean-spirited comments.

Javier Rios

IN PUBLIC - Javier tends to seem uninterested or tired around other people. He also avoids eye contact with others, which makes talking to him as a normal student difficult. His disinterest in interactions may also intimidate underclassmen, which he likes. Javier may also tease underclassmen, tossing crumbled paper at them during class or playing small pranks on them outside. He's very competitive, showing most of his emotions when playing table games at parties or scrimmages with friends. When at parties, he spends most of the time drinking and hanging out with friends, but ends up dancing like a maniac after loosening up.

IN PRIVATE - He's still quiet, but laughs a lot more when in private locations. At the house, he's always picking on the others, being as he is the tallest and has more arms to use when poking and prodding. He doesn't usually snap at people, especially his friends, but occasionally he'll get frustrated (with assignments, sports, ect.) and argue with other ROR members, or he'll storm out of the house for air. Overall, he's just more extreme with pranks and dares when there's no unwanted eyes.

Reggie Jacobs

IN PUBLIC - Reggie is a very sporty guy, over competitive and stereotypically loud about it. He's very easily entertained by his peers, and tends to get overexcited, but he's also very easy to bore. He's 100% one way or the other. He's usually the target for dares, presented by his brothers or other classmates. He'll basically eat anything you hold in front of him, just to prove he can. At parties, he's usually the douche that gets drinks thrown on him by women after bad pick-up lines or from overstepping boundaries (he once got 11 drinks poured on him in one night, but he's not very easily unmotivated by failure.).

IN PRIVATE - At the house, he's slumped. He spends most of his time watching television and eating leftovers from parties. Reggie spends his free time sleeping, never studying and instead just stealing prewritten homework papers from the filing cabinet upstairs in the JOX house (he tells them he's using the bathroom). Sometimes he'll regain some energy and visit Rage Rooms or he'll just work on the punching bag in his room.

Chet Alexander

IN PUBLIC - Always trying to be funny and make his friends laugh. He's basically the hype man of the fraternity. Chet doesn't like to show other emotions unless he's being the wacky one in the group (Johnny once told him it suited him best.). At parties, it's pretty much the same story. If he's not chugging something or dancing like it's his last night on earth, he's quipping to a group of party-goers, or sometimes promoting the fraternity. He's also very protective of the frat, holding onto it tightly because of how much he cares about it, and will attempt to press you if he overhears you talking bad about it.

IN PRIVATE - Chet has learned to keep his jokes to himself when there's no longer a crowd. He wont say something funny if it's just him and a few of his brothers in the room. Sometimes he'll try to lighten the mood in the house, saying things like, "we tried out best," or, "it could be worse," but has found that even stuff like that seems to worsen the mood of his brothers. Eventually, he'll just go to his room to take a break from the act. Usually he'll just play on the computer or practice speaking in the mirror before tiring himself and going to bed.

Chip Goff

IN PUBLIC - From the moment he leaves the house to the moment he comes home, he is mentally clocked out. Unlike Javier, he's easier to talk to, but he's definitely not giving good advice. Chip is objectively one of the more attractive members on campus, and always has a girl on one of his arms, which is sometimes hard to believe because of how weak he is with words most the time. He rarely goes to parties without the entire ROR gang there, but when does, he spends his time lounging around, responding more than actually talking.

IN PRIVATE - Weirdly enough, Chip gains energy as the day goes on, and is usually ready to actually conversate at night. Other than Chet, he's usually the one that comes to Johnny with the idea to throw a party, and doesn't mind setting it up. Chip is smarter than he leads on, and lot more smug than you might think. Occasionally, he'll correct his brothers in a particularly snarky way, just for the purpose of feeling prideful and getting back at them. He can do this while still not being a jerk, which partly sets him apart from his brothers.

Randall Boggs

IN PUBLIC - Randall is still figuring out who he is in the fraternity, following Chet's mentality of roles in the group. He's never somewhere without the group by this point, afraid of getting into a situation that attracts attention because of his newfound status without support. Day by day he's experimentally coming out of his shell and trying to become included in conversation more. Though, it's not uncommon to see him back down when he does something simple like being the last one clapping/laughing or telling a joke that doesn't land. He doesn't shift color unless instructed to by one of his other brothers, and is usually only at parties to do that. When at parties, he stays away from drinks unless urged enough by Johnny specifically. He may also try to mingle.

IN PRIVATE - He's always in his room, never wanting to accidentally annoy the gang with his presence and potentially losing his status he'd worked so hard get. Randall doesn't mind being alone so much if that means he gets the quiet to study and catch up on some reading, but is now mainly taught how to scare by Johnny. Occasionally, he'll sneak out his window and sit on the roof, just to get away from the noise (if the house is arguing or tense.) and relax.

"Jerking all by yourself, handsome?" /J

Imma be honest, as funny as they are, I do not vibe with OK the way I do the RORs. They're just not as hot as the RORs are (with the exception of Chet /hj)

At most I can see Art accidentally getting invited to a secret meeting about human fucking. He had no idea what was going on, he was just vibing in the corner the entire time.

Now... headcanons... ooh boy, *tries to make brain work* okay, these are going to be random, but—

I headcanon Johnny's mom as a feline monster, and she absolutely groomed him like a cat would when he was a baby. Just mlem mlem mlem while lil Johnny looked all disgruntled.

Likewise baby Javier was a little larvae. All pale/translucent and wiggly.

I headcanon that monster babies sizes depend on the mother at birth. Like regardless of the father's size, if the mom is small, the baby will come out small as well. It's how so many different monsters can breed together without... y'know. The graveyard business booming.

I also have this headcanon that in the past, like thousands upon thousands of years ago when all monsters lived among their own kind, they had the typical mythology monsters: dragons, were creatures (animals but more anthropomorphic(?) and scary), ghosts, sirens, etc., they very much had whatever abilities were associated with them. Dragons? Fire breathing. Ghosts and such? Invisibility and intangibility. Sirens? Luring people with their voices. But with all the mixed breeding a lot of monster species either died out (no more pure breeds left), or they lost their abilities. It's why we can see some monsters breathe fire– it's one of those traits that survived.

Speaking of mythology (and connected to my headcanon the human and monster worlds have always been connected)– some ancient monster cultures absolutely kidnap/stole humans to mate with. Y'know the whole dragon steals princess trope? Yeah. That. Except then they marry and have a dozen eggs together and no knight bothers them.

Insect monsters are traditionally matriarchal (due to insects typically having queens).

As proven by them eating literal garbage, monsters have incredibly strong immune systems. It takes a lot for them to get sick (nauseous), but also any kind of poisoning. I could probably even say they have much stronger stomach acid since they'll eat literally anything. (Somebody hire them to deal with our trash problem)

Since his mouth is so far from his eyes, when you kiss Reggie he just. Rests his eyes on your head. Likewise, if you kiss his eye-stalks, they gently bob down before slowly perking back up.

The (somewhat) awkward parts of kissing the RORs: Johnny's tusks frame the sides of your mouth; Javier's eyes might rub or frame your face; Chip's bumping you with his nose horn if he's not careful/too enthusiastic; Reggie might cut you with his teeth; and Chet envelopes your mouth (and half your face) with those... lips of his.

As a child Johnny loved dogs, particularly his dad's Doom Hound. He was an old guard dog by the time Johnny was born, a grumpy old thing that Johnny adored. Covered in black fur with its underside a glowing, bright fiery colour that exuded warmth. Johnny used to cuddle up to the dog and babble about whatever childish thing came to mind. He still has the gruff dog's collar to this day.

As an adult though, I think he'd vibe with a cat more. They're like little roommates! Just imagine him doing paperwork while a cat loafs on his table, purring away bc it loves him so much.

If Reggie ever had babies, they'd be little bean stalks with a singular giant eye on them. Just carries them around on top of his head and now it looks like a forest of eyes.

Chet feels guilty that he likes eating crab. Which isn't even something he should feel since crabs are regularly cannibals.

I feel like there'd 100% be a secret society of monster elites who go to the human world for... reasons (humans *cough cough* they're humanfuckers).

Banned books in the monster world 90% of the time have to do with humans. Either because they're about the truth (that humans aren't actually toxic), or because they're romances about humans. It would only be recently that human romance novels aren't banned anymore, but are still very much taboo.

Beauty standards vary across species and culture, but ever since the scaring industry started, scariness is the standard for beauty. Before that though it was very different: vibrant plumage for avians; majestic, shiny colours for insects; a well-groomed, shiny pelt and large horns; size and power; and so on.

While I really like Johnny, I also really, really like Javier. Do you have any headcanons for him? Or any kind of story for him?

Sorry I know it’s vague as freak but I lowkey don’t know what exactly to ask for 😭

*bangs on brain* one sec lemme just–

Okay, so... he has no speaking roles and is mostly a background character, but we do know he's:

Mexican (Hexican), plays table tennis (and is good at it), seemingly is studious based on that brief scene of him and Johnny looking at Sully's test results (admittedly this is mostly the vibes I got), and is stoic/calm but is a bit of a prankster/bully.

So... with that about him established—

Javier Rios Headcanons: