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sex+romance headcanons! [ Accepting! ]

💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship?

He’s not polyam, but he’d consider it depending on the people involved and you’d have to be someone special to him for to actually do it.

🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome?

WAIT IS THAT HOW IT SOUNDS LIKE KJGHLKSDG

sex+romance headcanons! [ Accepting! ]

😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date?

He’d love to go on dates, but he’d have to go unmasked and even then he’d be putting his date in danger, sadly.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

He’s only had a couple one night stands with women (who ofc didn’t know that he was Raven Wanderer w/o the mask), but he can safely say he’s into edging.

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

Having a picnic somewhere private with a good view of the water at night -- he’d bring a radio so he can dance and listen to music even though he’s not good at dancing. 

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

NO JDDSKHGK it’s a bit hard for him to do public stuff anyways even if he was into it and not just cause of the vigilante outfit

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

Cute and soft... purple hair- kdsljghldksg I’m kinda kidding. He’s easy to please and he just wants someone who can understand him and will show him the support he’d give them. 

💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand?

YEAH,, he’s had two or three one night stands since he surfaced as his vigilante persona, but ofc he wasn’t in his disguise.

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Some ways he can express it physically is by hugging closely and for a long time. He also changes his usual tough and callous movements for more gentle and soft acts like brushing hair off to the side or gently stroking someone’s face.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

   Raven curled up under his hood and cloak, his cloak ironically imitating wings to hide. 

   Staring in a busted body mirror in his tiny ass room, he flexed a bit as he stared at his muscles. 

   It disheartened him that he’d probably never be buffer than most guys, but he was still strong. It was enough to fight off people from his experience. 

   A blue tear shaped necklace hung from his neck as he rubbed a towel on his head. The drifter gently held the tear pendant and kissed it before he tied his hair into a short bun. 

   The distance was killing him inside -- though he knew Celeste wouldn’t know he was gone, Raven still was worried about her. He could only hope that with him not around her for a while, she’d be safe from the ripple effect from his own actions. He tried not to look at the picture in his wallet no matter how much he wanted to; deciding to rather put his focus on the people he found himself surrounded by on this chaotic night.

   Wait? What happened here? He was so lost in thought, Raven was so confused when he saw people screaming and pulling their phone out to call the cops. They gathered around something near an entrance of a narrow alleyway combined with murmuring and citizens calling for help from the police. Shoving and pushing his way through the crowd, Raven had to get a good look at what had everyone so shaken up. 

   The body not only looked like it was drained of all it’s skin color, but the way it’s arm was twisted made it look like they struggled -- and whatever they struggled against, it sure as hell didn’t like it. He crouched down near the body, not caring for the bystanders glances and gasps; the plague doctor get-up was already strange -- he’d have been accused almost instantly even if he didn’t intervene. His gloved hand brushed  against the head, turning side to side to see what happened until he felt something along the neck that sent chills up his spine.  

   “A...Are these.. Holes? Bite marks even?” he muttered to himself. Quickly standing up, Raven’s eyes scanned the crowd trying to parse out who could’ve done this. When it was clear that he couldn’t figure it out, he glanced back down at the body and noticed some drops of blood that lead into the alleyway. Acting on the barest of evidence and instinct, he ran down deeper into the dark narrow alleyway to see if he could find the culprit and to get away from the suspecting gaze of the crowd. It split off into two different directions and he’d have gone the wrong direction had he not seen a faint figure at the end of the exit to his right. Not giving it the chance to escape, Raven sprinted faster.

   He was tired and stressed -- that became his daily mood as he tried to just get by in Italy. Blood dripped from the bottom of his cloak, his own of course, but he had patched himself up as best as he could. Before he could head back to the small base he called home, Raven had one more bit of business to take care of tonight. 

   Spotting the blonde man from the top of the small building he sat upon, the drifter groaned slightly in pain as he stood up at the edge. Caution was a priority, not cause he believed the man to be a threat to him, but because he could injure himself even more. His eyes followed the blonde as he waited for him to get away from the slightly crowded street. Finding a good opening, Raven jumped down onto the nearest fire escape rather than scaling the building to minimize the pain. 

   It was important to him that he didn’t lose the man, he was sure of his suspicions now and he had to confront him for it. As he let the blonde walk by, Raven dropped with a hard thud against the ground behind him. His voice creaked from under the grating mask as the bottom part moved slightly up and down with his jaw.

   An abandoned mansion past a forest that eerily overlooked everything in it’s shadow was striking to Raven. Rightfully being cautious about entering it as rumors of this place was passed on to him by a semi-trustful colleague. Yet as shocking and creepy as it was, he had no choice but to go in -- it had just stared raining. 

   Upon entering the cold and dark manor, Raven took a moment to breath under his mask and take off his fuzzy hood. It wasn’t until he heard the wood creaking did he snap his attention down the end of the dark hall. 

   “Salve, Signore? Mi chiamo Raven...”. Instinctively speaking in italian, Raven watched as the figure just glared at him. There was something amiss about this... Aside from the fact there was two masked and eerily creepy figures in an abandoned mansion, Raven felt hostility emanate from the man before him. 

   Reaching around under his cloak, his gloved hand wrapped its fingers around his baston stick as he felt the tension rising, but not quite unsheathing it yet. Not wanting to resort to violence straight away, Raven opened his metal beak once more -- maybe he didn’t speak italian? 

   “You’re english, no? I am-”.

   The sudden sprinting almost made his real voice come out, but Raven half expected this. As the figure bolted closer, he made out the metal pipe in the very little moonlight from the windows; forcing the drifter to unsheathe his weapon just in time as the pipe came down at him. Their weapons clashed as the plague doctor felt his heart race.