#also it really feels like you could just pluck hc out of that story and nothing would essentially change
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Maybe headcanons for a Jack Horner x reader, but the reader was the original Little Miss Muffet, and turns out she was bffs with Jack when they younger, and it’s good to know, she’s also very evil too!
I feel like her whole thing is that she has an army of spiders, and she had a huge spider that’s like really big that she can ride on, and it’s the spider from her story, but the spider was the same one as the itsy-bitsy spider- so she calls for Itsy to beat someone’s ass, and you expect a small spider, but then you see a big ass spider that could crush you.
DANG THAT IS SUCH A COOL CONCEPT!!! Idk how y’all are so creative I am absolutely nothing of the sorts 😭😭 if this is an oc btw ABSOLUTELY AMAZING but sorry if I don’t get her in character with some of these!! Jack x Miss Muffet alrighty lets go‼️I also read somewhere that her name is possibly Patience? Thats neat!
(ALSO: so sorry i haven’t been answering these like every day!! Been putting most of my energy into my homework and my fic as of now! Hope thats alright ❤️ but pls still feel free to send me hc requests!)
•Despite being evil, given her rhyme she is very much a scaredy cat? This has been known to Jack since back when, so when reuniting I imagine there’s a whole scooby-doo bit where she jumps into his arms bridal style when she gets scared. Also may or may not be an excuse to be held 😎
•They met/reunited via crime. She probably intersected a deal he was making and there was actually a brawl before either of them noticed who the other was. Jack has Itsy pinned down via something magic and finally is able to get a good look at Muffet and his shoulders stiffen before he starts laughing At the situation (but also still being equally pissed at what she did)
•Gives me very independent woman vibes. She always is the one to get shit done, but Jack just has to put on this fake suave tone and dance his fingers along down her back and she becomes putty in his grasp. He does this to get what he wants, of course (they both pluck each other’s strings and manipulates the other to do what they want)
•Jack is no stranger to arguing, and even though they’ve known each other for a long time Jack still gives her shit. This Absolutely triggers the fight in Itsy, which happens to knock Jack down or even comedically throw him across the room (which scares the shit out of him because no one has been able to do THAT). Lets say only due to that damn spider does she gets what she wants 90% of the time.
•Since they knew each other hes more inclined to be softer with her. If something is genuinely bothering her he is the type to scoff but hold his arm out so she can hug his side.
•They SO bicker about who’s nursery rhyme is better. Jack is so ashamed of his but shes on equal footing in a no magic sense, so he always has to one up her. Though, she always has one point that makes Jack fume. “I got Itsy from my rhyme! What did you get, pies?”
•Jack’s whole nursery rhyme means he has the whole pie theme, so I can imagine Muffet has the worst taste imaginable. Curds and whey? She can’t handle anything too tart, spicy, etc. The blander the better. Jack HATES IT! He offers a slice of pie and its never to her taste. “You said our signature plum pies were… ‘too tart’ for you? What about this one, apple?” “Too cloying!” “Well, what DO you like?!”
This one was a bit challenging doing a much more specific character, but I hope I hit it somewhat close!! And I hope you enjoy these!! ❤️❤️❤️🥺
#big jack horner#jack horner#puss in boots#puss in boots the last wish#big jack horner x reader#jack horner x reader#pib the last wish#puss in boots: the last wish#big jack horner x oc#jack horner x oc
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the way some people write hc he sounds like edward from twilight and that's not a compliment
#he's fun and gay and not written by a mormon have some respect#tho they do have certain similarities in how they behave which sucks#and it's hard to describe but love interests who idolize their partner and never argue or disagree or are just so eager to like#serve their partner? and are obsessed with them to the extent that nothing else exis for them?#I just find that unbearable as a dynamic I find it so annoying#the writing for him in the book isn;t as bad as fan depictions but it's still not really something I enjpy reading about I just think#it's boring....#and I don't think there's enough compelling about the themes or arcs of each character to compensate#why was I comparing this to twilight again. uh it's bc he put her on a pedestal and it was awful#at least hc and xl have chemistry#but the way he's so obsessed right off the bat and is perfect and has the answers to everything and seemingly exists to#JUST be a love interest it reminded me so much of twilight and it really put me off...who wants a syncophant to spend your life with#also it really feels like you could just pluck hc out of that story and nothing would essentially change#I mean obvs he influences the plot and has relationships (or rather ONE relationship)#but you can't do that with mq or fx or jw or even more minor character likes sqz or pei ming#because they're fully formed people who feel alive and act organically in the narrative#and as weird as it is to say about a character who inspired the ENTIRE book hc just feels like an artificial cutout at best#and shoehorned in at worst#like he's a very one-dimensional character treated as a full person by the narrative. bizarre#despite the shortcomings of the writing in the previous book I don't think it was quite so bad w novel lwj. bu hc really is paper-thin#sorry if you like him a lot I think he's fun like I said but there is like nothing there I see!#tgcf txp
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anon said. how about fluffy hcs with xiao, zhongli and xingqui taking their s/o out on a first date?
XIAO.
he already finds it difficult just to ask you to hold him without losing his cool, so how can he possibly bring up the idea of inviting you on a date? actually, he probably never knew the word ‘date’ even existed until he heard a passing couple staying over at wangshu inn dreamily talking about how they wish they could go to see the lantern rite festival in liyue harbor together for their first date. a first date, huh? now that he thinks about it, xiao never did properly try to court you, did he? it was always you who approached him first, who held your hand out to him, who confessed that you love him. you’re already giving so much dedication in this relationship. it’s the least he can do to return your affections, not just because he’s feeling a bit indebted, but because he’s your lover. unfortunately, being the awkward yaksha that he is, xiao overthinks the situation and complicates it more than he should.
every chance he gets is blown up by his anxiousness. whenever you come and visit him at the inn, you almost think that he’s angry with you from the way he throws you vicious glares. unbeknownst to you, xiao is actually making that tense face because he’s trying very hard, too hard in fact, to think of the best way to ask you out on a date and seeing you just makes him all the more nervous. he regrets it every time you step into the elevator while giving him a goodbye wave and saying you’ll come visit again. sure, he gets another chance to try and ask you out again, but he also has another chance to fail as well.
when you visit him for lunch, xiao quickly rehearses the words he wants to say to you in the back of his head before coming to greet you. ‘i overheard from a guest in the inn talking about a lantern rite festival. if you mortal, no, [name], desires to go, i can possibly set aside time to accompany you.’ keep it cool, yet short. taking a deep breath to compose himself, xiao walks over to greet you, er, well actually, you’re the one doing the greeting instead, and you settle down to eat. the sweet taste of the almond tofu that you generously bought for him blossoms in his mouth and he loses track of time till your departure. before you leave once more to allow the poor yaksha to wallow in his self-regret again, you stop yourself and turn around to face xiao. tucking your hair behind your ear and giving your best, most radiant smile you can offer to him, you shyly ask if he’d like to tag along with you to the lantern rite festival. “we’ve never been on a date before and i’d love to go to the festival with you and release xiao lanterns together.”
... what? how? his mouth almost opens up in disbelief, as he struggles to keep a stoic expression. ex-excuse him?! that’s supposed to be his line! he’s in shock at how easily you were able to say something that he’s been having trouble sputtering out. you mortals never fail to surprise him. he shakes his head and bitterly scowls, that you almost step back in fright. almost, until he starts speaking, that is. “why is it you? i should have been the one to ask you on a date first, not you!” he’s almost on the brink of tears from the frustration he currently holds on himself.
a relationship is always about give and take, no? it’s like when zhongli has so kindly decided to save him from the clutches of the cruel abuse he endured endlessly, of course he was forever in debt to rex lapis. surely, it’s the same with you, isn’t it? when xiao tells you this, you immediately start laughing. you calmly explain to him that your relationship isn’t like a form of contract where he’s expected to always repay you back for every gift you give to him. as long as he’s there for you, that’s more than enough of a reward, you say, before plopping a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“finally, you’re here. what took you so long?” xiao speaks to you with indifference concealing the relief that you actually came. he trails his sharp eyes to inspect your dressed up form and blushes slightly. “you look nice.”
immediately, your eyes widen at his underhanded compliment. did- did you hear that right? biting his lower lip gently, xiao clasps your hand in his, ignoring your astounded reaction, as he squeezes it reassuringly while watching the colourful fireworks light up the murky night.
without thinking, he turns to you when you’re focused on the display of bursting lights reflecting in your eyes, and murmurs to himself softly, “i hope you’ll spend the rest of your time with me, for however long it’ll last.”
XINGQIU.
of course, a date with xingqiu has to be extravagant and sophisticated to the last touch, right? guess again. he may come from a wealthy family, but that doesn’t mean he shares the same interest a selfish, pampered noble may have. he prefers something more simple, yet sentimental. confined in his household with nothing to do but bury his head in a book, he’s picked up some ideas for your date from the romance stories he’s read. surprisingly, they’re all rather cliché.
the first thing he makes you guys do is go out in the blazing summer day to get yourselves a cool beverage. he explicitly asks the cashier to give him one straw [do they even exist in the game?] and smiles slyly as he thanks them and brings the drinks to you. when you ask about it, thinking that maybe he forgot, all he does is smirk before saying, “there’s no need, my liege. we can share, unless you’d rather melt in the sweltering sun, that is.” he winks teasingly. you... don’t really have much of a choice in the matter. as you stroll around the harbor together, you take turns drinking from the only straw and a wave of consciousness washes over you gradually. wait, isn’t this like an indirect kiss? you place a hand to your gaping mouth after sucking on the straw that xingqiu pressed his lips on merely seconds ago. you should know by now, how bold he is underneath his polite façade.
after you finish sipping your drink - tediously at that, you both agree on going to the library to read books together since the heat is pretty unbearable to do anything enjoyable. xingqiu recommends you to try reading some of his personal favorites and you do the same as well. he’s thrilled to have a reading buddy now since it’s boring being here by himself.
while you’re immersed in the novel that you randomly picked from the bookshelf, every now and then, xingqiu will look up from the pages of his book and faintly smile to himself, glad that you’re enjoying yourself.
the sun was setting and the stars started to appear in the pastel pink and orange of the evening sky. you place back the last book and stretch your arms, before turning to xingqiu. sighing, you give him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and softly say your farewell.
as you’re about to make your leave for the day, xingqiu halts you with his words, “wait. there’s something i need to do before we can end this date.” nonchalantly, he plucks a book from its shelf, opens its pages, and uses it to block the sunlight drifting through the transparent window glass, effectively shielding his vision from the public eye as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.
his free hand finds its way combing through the back of your head to deepen the kiss. when he’s satisfied enough, the boy detaches his lips from yours and lightly rubs the flesh of your cheek with a finger, while placing the book down on a nearby table. you keep your eyes fixated on him as he licks the edges of his lips.
“that felt nice,” xingqiu murmurs, “you’re so sweet, i’d hate for anyone else to savor in this pleasant moment with you other than i. shall we continue this again on our next date too?”
ZHONGLI.
the first thing he does is make sure to bring mora, this time. it would be highly inconsiderate of mr. zhongli to have you pay for the expenses of this fine date. he’s one to take things nice and slow. sure, time is unfortunately measured and limited, but he wants to make the most of it with you, a mortal who, just like any other being, has a beginning and end to your life. zhongli wants to shower you in all the beauty and joy this world has to offer while you’re still here with him.
he may be a gentle-spoken and polite individual, but please don’t mistaken him as being shy in any way. he shows up to your residence one afternoon and presents you a bouquet of your preferred flowers while he asks if you would consider accompanying him on a date. you take the bundled up flowers, carefully stroking a petal as if it’s made of fragile glass and accepts his proposal with open arms.
he takes you out to an expensive restaurant in the night of liyue and helps you select the best dishes. after you’re finished with your lavish and sophisticated meals, zhongli ushers you outside where you’re greeted with fresh air, a contrast to the suffocation you felt back at the restaurant. sure, the place is grand and your hunger is well-satiated, yet despite wearing your best clothing, you felt out of place there, like a commoner surrounded by nobles.
when you express your earlier discomfort to zhongli, his eyes are filled with shame and he’s already apologizing like the gentleman he is. guiltily, you tell him it’s fine and you ask if you can show him something before you have to head on home. he ponders in thought before agreeing, walking hand in hand with you to your unknown destination.
the chilling night breeze bites at your bare skin as you instantly shiver. this doesn’t go unnoticed in zhongli’s sharp eyes and he’s already unbuttoning his jacket. he drapes the coat over your shoulder blades and rubs his gloved hands on your cold fingertips to preserve warmth. “are you feeling cold perhaps? maybe we should head back?” you stop him before he can guide you back to the harbor.
“i’m okay now. thank you for your concern.” you say to ease his poor mind. he nods and you both continue on. the walk uphill takes a while, but it’s worth it when you finally reach the top. your eyes widen in amazement as you witness the glimmering stars splayed across the pitch darkness of the sky. “zhongli, look. do you like it?” he simply nods, but all of his attention is focused on you.
zhongli grins down at your childishly excited face, pausing for a hesitant minute before he carefully places his hands on top of your shoulders. you look up at him in confusion and is about to question him, but any sound that comes out is cut off by his lips ensnaring yours in a kiss. you’re astounded by his intimate move, but you revel in his touch in a matter of seconds.
he hopes, as he tightens his hold, that you’ll stay with him always, till your last breath.
tagging. @scarymoosh
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-some of the genshin men as fathers
(tumblr user s1lkflowers has been discovered in a lovesick puddle after this)
CW: NONE APPLICABLE.
child is written as the biological kid in these hcs but the reader is gender neutral!
characters featured: albedo, childe, zhongli
albedo
homework helper extraordinaire.
if you’re not too keen on your kid’s studies, albedo definitely knows how to help or would be eager to learn more.
he’d be so fascinated by newborns too. i just imagine the nurse handing him your guys’ baby and he’s just breathtaken for a moment. he holds them like they’re the most fragile and precious thing in the world and he’s taken aback about how you’ve created this whole entire human?????? life is truly a miracle
throughout raising the child, he’d just mutter things like “hm, they have my eyes” or “they have your hair” almost as if he’s taking notes.
also he would take hella pictures of the kid as they grow. there’s a behemoth of a photo album in the house somewhere.
childe
oh my god oh my god father childe catch me i’m getting dizzy
i think genshin pages on tumblr usually agree that childe would want a big family and yes yes absolutely
even into when you both are just dating he’ll find himself in a trance of imagining you both bringing your children to his home in snezhnaya for the holidays to build snow forts and introduce them to all his siblings ughhh
despite his bloody line of work, he is a father through and through. he brings home souvenirs on each of his adventures for your kid(s) and really lights up when he explains that he picked up this figurine from a treasure hoarder or plucked these flowers from hilltops in liyue so high up he could see almost all of teyvat
he also loves being a family man. he’ll wake up early to cook pancakes or stay up late on a school night to teach them fighting techniques. your kids always brag that their papa is the toughest and bravest man in the whole wide world :,)
going back to the big family concept, whenever he sees you with your kid(s), he always slips in some sly comment like “ready for the next round?” earning him a deserved shove on the shoulder. he means well, though.
(i shouldn’t be this in love with a video game character…)
zhongli
best bedtime stories ever.
because of zhongli’s thousands of years of living, there is never a dull moment with him.
he’ll be enjoying his morning tea and your kid(s) will tug on his robes and beg him to tell them about the time he had to fight in the archon war or ask him if he can still turn into a dragon and fly them across the world or breathe fire. their imaginations are a bit out of hand.
he gets the warmest expression on his face when with his kid(s). they love to sit on his lap and play with his hair as he tells his stories and zhongli sits there looking so at peace and in his element
he absolutely adores seeing you as a parent as well. when he sees you tucking your kids into bed, he always mutters to you that in all of his existence, nothing feels as fulfilling as having begun a family with the person he loves so deeply
while gentle and serene, your kids’ future s/o’s may need to worry about being threatened with the wrath of the rock should they break your kid’s heart. old habits die hard.
#genshin#genshin x y/n#genshin impact#genshin x reader#albedo#childe#childe x reader#albedo x reader#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#genshin headcanons#genshin hcs#zhongli#zhongli x reader#genshin impact headcanons#genshin impact hcs#moonlit seas
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I have a v random but v specific hc that eren would be an absolute BABY when it comes to pain. He likes to act all tough and macho (and he most definitely is in bed 😏) but when it comes to actual pain? That boy is hopeless. You don’t know whether he actually has a pain tolerance that low or whether he just plays up to it to get sympathy from you (which is probably the case). He’ll literally cry if you pluck his eyebrows for him and if he cute his finger when chopping food or something he’ll pout and demand you kiss him. Also he’s so LOUD about it too, the number of times you’ve jumped out of your skin bc he dropped his phone onto his face and screamed is ridiculously high
BIG BABY EREN PLSSSSSS he probably would have a low pain tolerance, not like that stops him from doing stupid shit that could injure him 😭😭
I feel like sometimes he might try to play it off (depending on what stupid thing he was doing, and who’s around to see it other than you); but you can tell he’s hurt and/or wants to bawl like a baby because his ears get really red from embarrassment and the area around his injury gets red, too. But when you’re alone, he’s probably equally as hurt, but definitely plays up on it to try and get you to baby him 😭😭
He would definitely cut himself trying to cook and comes stomping up next to you and show you his cut finger (which is honestly, just barely bleeding; if he applied the slightest bit of pressure for more than a second it would stop), and is like, “Look at this! I got injured cooking you dinner, so you have to kiss it better.”
He also drags out the extent of his injuries for literally days or weeks after. You ask him if he wants to help you cook dinner tonight and he’s already groaning and spewing out soliloquies about how knives are a danger to society and you both should just order in and avoid hurting yourselves by cooking
(“Last time I cooked, I ended up with a gash on my pinky, and I almost needed stitches, we shouldn’t risk—”
“Eren, you were bleeding for three minutes and it was the size of a paper cut, please.”
“Hm. Funny how the axe forgets, but the tree always remembers.”
“You’re so fucking dramatic, shut up.”
“Now you’re silencing my survival story! Your words hurt me, almost more than that knife hurt me last time. Which is why I think we should just avoid any future conflict and order Indian food.”)
#answered#he's so fucking annoying oh my fucking GODDDDDDDDDD#yeah i said all of this but i'd kiss his stupid pinky better bye#minicanons#eren.ask
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Can you do a belphie fanfic where the mc has a anxiety/panic attack and just freaks out and can’t clam down so belphie using the pact to find them and since they can’t relax use the thing you talked abt in the kidnapping hc where he ends up forcing them to sleep in order to calm down
How dead am I, huh? (very)
School is absolutely killer. I’ve made it through the rough(er) spot--probably the roughest spot of the semester?--so I’m going to answer this and snoop around to figure out if I’ve got anything that needs updating.
I may just do the baby post today, by George :o
ALSO, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW I PLAYED RELIGIOUSLY FOR TWO WEEKS AND MADE IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL BECAUSE I GOT A ONE-STAR PASS?! WHY?! I WORKED SO HARD AND RAISED MY CARDS A BUTT-TON!
This probably won’t be very long, but anyways...
Belphegor wasn’t incredibly accustomed to the idea of panic. It’s hard to think back thousands of years, but he’s sure the only time he ever really felt it was when he saw Lilith plummeting somewhere out of reach.
No armor, no medic, no help, just helpless...
Wounded and maybe unconscious. Maybe she was dead before she finished falling.
The memory is fuzzy. About as fuzzy as his eyes and focus feels now. There’s a sense of urgency in his chest, like he swallowed a little bird whole and it’s trying to find its way out. It’s pecking at the muscles in his chest; the panic twangs through him like a plucked string. It reverberates, a cascade of full-body tingles zapping his brain into alertness.
Not here, no, there! Go that way! Belphegor almost thinks he’s sleepwalking because there’s a disconnect between his brain and his body. Something that can’t process. Maybe he’s dreaming again and he’s subconscious seeking out a better napping spot. The youngest twin pushes open his eyes, a slice of blue violet and pink, and he realizes he’s in the foyer of the House of Lamentation.
Head outside! Keep going, keep going! the fluttering feeling starts to buzz in his chest, a pointed insistence demanding he walk outside. He knows he’s not dreaming now, and that he’s being directed to something. There’s something important in...whatever direction his feet are going. The crisp Devildom air never changes and never fails to wake him up when he goes for his rare walks. As he walks, he runs through the very small list of people who could pull on him like this.
Beelzebub would do it without thinking, and he never gives off such distress. Indigestion or upset stomach, maybe. Never panic. Belphegor has never known him to panic; in fact, Beelzebub has always been his rock, his protector. The other brothers would give off The Call, which could wake even him from a dead sleep.
So that left you, and the thought exhausted him. Or maybe pity felt just like exhaustion to this body. Under this sin he still wasn’t used to embodying. Being tugged on by a human would certainly explain the squirrelly, flitting sensation dancing throughout his chest. He confirmed the beseeching pull by wandering away from the general direction of the pulse.
It thrummed a little higher. A little stronger, like a silent plea. An urge to turn around, a compulsion to walk forward. Although the site of RAD caused a growl to bubble up in his throat, Belphegor fought the urge to shrink away. Instead, he allowed his demon form to take over, tail swishing angrily at the sight of the stupid school with stupid Diavolo’s name on it.
He crossed the threshold of RAD and inhaled quietly. Deeply. Your scent was very faint, masked by the passage of times and countless demons who came and went for class. It didn’t help that the Conjuring and Conjugation class smelled like smoke, and that smell seemed baked into the walls.
Where are you? Belphegor’s brows furrowed as he tried to see past the white tips of his hair. The panic wasn’t as strong now...perhaps your adrenaline was starting to fade. He was always careful when using the bond; when using it you were very susceptible to getting sleepy or falling asleep. If he wasn’t there, who knows where you’d land or what trouble you’d get in?!
Let me in, let me see. Show me. Belphegor took a stuttering step as his vision darkened dramatically. He was looking through your eyes now. Humans didn’t have the eyesight of a demon but even he could make out a shelf above your head--wooden with an iron gilded edge. It was topped with too many shapes to discern; he stretched your arms to feel stone walls scrape under his fingertips.
There was enough space to turn around one, two, three times. Whatever was behind you had a finite end. Nothing bulky in the way, but a cluster of something that rattled and jangled in the adjacent corner. He had you walk forward until you bumped into old, hard wood of a door. Feel the door, check for a handle--there were no splinters but he could feel cracks under his fingernails.
No light or faint glow from corridor torches. You weren’t near any windows.
The panic flared up all over again and it was strong enough to shake Belphie’s concentration. His heart cantered and he lost his grip on the connection. Human emotions could be so disgusting and yet, he was all too pleased to get the good ones from you. Ones that felt better than the warmest, coziest blanket.
There was the distinct feeling of a trapped animal ramming the sides of its cage. The fear of being closed in on and somewhere far too small. It was a feeling he knew all too well, being up in that attic as long as he was. The sensation of bruising his shoulders pulsed like the faint echoes of banging he was able to hear somewhere in the distance. Belphegor initiated the push again, forcing you to walk towards the door and put your hands on it.
Make noise, Belphegor demanded. You were shaking too much to do so. Your arms felt locked, and your brain felt too frazzled, too jumpy, to tell your arm and hand what to do. So he helped you, beating his fist on the wall as gently as he could. Humans were only so strong, but the dull noise was enough to make him take a right.
He stood before a wooden door that had been jammed shut by a wall torch. No doubt by some gutless demons playing a joke on the exchange student. Your newness had likely charmed too many and spurned a few. Surely upset some who used to wear the crown of popularity. Belphegor choked down the angry noises, the rage that burned blinding white-hot in his veins, and ripped the torch out with enough force to take half the wrought-iron lock.
You came spilling out with babbling sobs and gasping breaths that made his chest burn. He sort of felt like throwing up. His tail swished angrily at your situation and the unpleasant idea of you emptying your stomach on his hoodie. Careful not to grab your cheeks with his long nails, afraid you’d accidentally cut yourself on them as you tried to bury your face against them, Belphegor held your face in his palms.
Squished that cute, dumb human face of yours. He bent down until you were forehead-to-forehead, issuing a quiet demon coo that roughly translated to comfort. A wish for calm. Key emotions in the demon language would translate in the human subconscious, they’d come to learn, and that effect was enhanced when pulling on the bond. It helped a little bit but to save your shaking and the nauseating feeling brewing in your stomach, he burrowed into the bond and sent a wash of sleepiness over you.
It was a command, really. It didn’t technically count as charming you, so Lucifer could suck it. It was just a...very potent side effect of the bond that he happened to use for a good reason. You slumped awkwardly against him, going limp as a doll, and Belphie underestimated how graceless that made you.
How heavy, too! You were BEYOND easy to hold and handle by demon standards, but humans were awkward to hold when they weren’t positioned right. He pinned you between the wall and one shoulder as he texted Beel, wondering if gravity could put you in a piggy-back position. So far your chin was on his shoulder...that was about it. He debated moving into a slow crouch but was worried you’d tumble straight over his shoulder or flop out of his reach (to the left or the right).
He tried slowly wrapping his arms around you, putting your arms on his neck, but your legs wouldn’t stay on his waist. Belphegor got the bright idea to wrap his tail around your legs once he secured them in place, but now your head was lolling in a way that humans’ bodies probably shouldn’t.
This position wasn’t good, either, and it made him feel very tangled. Just when he was considering stuffing you under one arm and toting you like his pillow, Beel shuffled around the corner with a bit of training equipment and a cooked Devilbird leg that he’d nicked from the cafeteria prep. By the smile on his face, he’d done it without getting caught, too.
Beel’s eyes glittered with interest as he looked at his little brother and the human. There was surely a story here, but if Belphie wanted to share it, he would. The bit of training equipment was very similar to a human world baby-carrier, something they used to practice training under added weight. He shouldered it on and tried to stabilize you as best he could, reaching blindly over his shoulder to hold you as Belphie buckled you in.
The twins started back towards the House of Lamentation, Belphie lagging behind not only because he was tired, but to keep an eye on you. “You think they’d wake up for food?” Beel turned to look at him. Your feet swung out and your head rolled a little. Belphie flicked him in the back of the calf with his tail and turned him forward gently.
“Maybe,” Belphie laughed. “But I owe you for bringing the sling, so let’s grab a bite at AkuDonald’s.” he offered. Beel agreed, humming with excitement. After Beel ate his fill, they went back to the House of Lamentation. You slept the whole way, but Belphie wasn’t surprised. His sleepy aura was always potent; the brothers hadn’t pinned down the average nap time for you yet.
All he knew is that you’d wake up with him, safe and sound, like you always did.
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Friends To Lovers Paladins + Allura HCs
Requested by @lim4b3ans: Hcs for The arcana And/Or the Paladins + Allura (If that's too much please just pick the ones you think fit best!) reacting to a Tall!Female! Childhood-Life-Long-time-friend-and-crush-Not-yet-SO running up behind them, picking them up, spinning them around, setting them back down, knocking their heads together and laughing breathlessly, before they can ask what's got her in such a good mood, she softly whispers, "I just realised I'm in love with you, and it feels fantastic." ? Thank you!♡
Heya! I decided to just do the Paladins+Allura because I don’t write for The Arcana anymore. I hope you like it this was such a cute request!!! I also kind of kept the reader gender neutral since gender didn’t really affect the story – hope that’s okay!
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You had locked yourself in your room on the Castle of Lions for a few hours now. A single thought had been running through your mind, muddling your consciousness, and taking over: “I love them.” Your best friend since childhood, the only person you trusted before becoming a member of Team Voltron, the only person you considered to be true family. You loved them and you couldn’t wait to tell them. You had to tell them.
You threw yourself off your bed and sprinted down the hall. You had to tell them right now! You had to. They had to know! You searched every room until you finally found them in the training arena talking to the other paladins. This was your chance.
You burst through the entry way, stomping through the door. Everyone looked over at you, but you only had your eyes locked on one person. They were all you cared about:
Shiro:
Shiro watched you as you took long, purposeful strides in his direction.
Your gaze was intense, and he couldn’t tell if he should be worried or terrified – or both.
He held your gaze, raising an eyebrow as you were barely a foot away.
You paused to take him in and soak up the moment – this is it.
“Takashi Shirogane!” You squealed as you wrapped your arms around him and swung him around in a circle.
You had lifted him off the ground barely an inch, but it felt as though the two of you were flying.
Once you “landed”, you were left breathless. Panting and on the verge of tears (happy ones) you pressed your forehead to Shiro’s.
“What’s going on, Y/n?” Shiro asked, chuckling. “You seem like you’re in a pretty good mood.”
“Oh it’s nothing important… I just realized I’m in love with you.”
Shiro was shocked at first, but he gently took your face in his hands and pulled you back.
“I was hoping you’d come to that conclusion someday,” He whispered softly before he placed a tender kiss to your lips.
“I feel like a part of me has always known. Just saying it… it feels fantastic.”
Keith:
Keith hadn’t yet turned around as you took long strides in his direction. He was still preoccupied trying to read some document to Allura.
As you approached, you held a finger to your lips to signal the others to keep quiet.
You hooked your arms under Keith’s and swung him around in a circle, laughing loudly.
He screamed at first, but once he realized it was you he let out a short, gasping chuckle.
“Y/n, what are you doing?!”
You set him down, hugging him from behind, “I may have just realized something.”
Keith turned in your arms so that he was facing you, “And what would that be?”
“I am hopelessly in love with you – and it’s the best feeling in the world.”
Keith hooked his arms around your neck and pulled you into a tight embrace.
“I love you too, I always have.”
“Okay I think knowing you love me back is the actual best feeling in the world.”
Lance:
Lance’s eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as he watched you saunter towards him. You had always made him slightly nervous – especially when you looked that determined.
“Lance.” You said, your voice eerily serious. “I have something I need to tell you.”
Lance gulped, “I’m all ears, Y/n.”
You sent a faux glare his way once more for good measure, and then a devilish smile broke out on your face.
“Y/n?”
In a flash, you grabbed Lance’s hands and twirled him around in the air.
He screamed, basically, the entire time.
When you finally put him down, his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed.
“What was that for?” He gasped.
“Nothing important,” You turned away, “I just realized I love you is all…”
Lance screamed once again (though this time it was from glee) and launched himself at you. He hugged you from behind and began peppering your cheek with kisses.
“Does that mean you like me back?” You asked, blushing at his affection.
“Obviously not I hate you,” He joked, spinning you around so that you were face-to-face. “Of course I love you back you dummy!”
Hunk:
Hunk began to walk towards you as you made your way into the training arena.
“Y/n, are you okay?” He asked, taking one of your hands in his as you met. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”
“Hunk-“ You choked out, a flood of happy tears threatening to spill. “I can’t believe I’ve been so oblivious to my own feelings for so long.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I… I’m in love with you…” You waited for his response, but he was silent.
You were disheartened at first, until a huge grin took way of his shocked expression.
“I am so unbelievably in love with you, Y/n L/n.” Hunk smiled.
You rushed into his arms, and the two of you swung around in a circle for a bit. Completely ecstatic.
“I can’t believe it took us this long to admit it.” You say, reminiscing on the years of you two being practical soulmates.
“It doesn’t help that you are extremely blind when it comes"
You chuckle, taking Hunk’s face in your hands and placing a quick kiss on his nose.
“Well, it feels wonderful to finally see.”
Pidge:
Pidge was severely unaffected to your barging into the training arena. She had been fiddling with a computer, and only looked up briefly to notice you. Then, she went right back to the tech in her hands.
You approached her, ignoring the glances the other paladins had been throwing your way. Pidge only met your gaze after you blocked out the light she was using.
“Can I help you, Y/n?” She asked, her voice was flat and uninterested.
“I need to tell you something – put down the weird alien tech Pidge.”
“Whatever it is it can probably wait…”
“It can’t.”
“Well come on now, what is it?” Pidge had looked back down at her trinket, “I swear I’m listening.”
“Pidge…” You began, unsure how to say it without knowing if you had her full attention or not. So, you decided to do something that would grab her attention.
You plucked the tinker-toys out of her hand, a whine escaped her in protest, but it was cut short when you picked her up.
“I’m in love with you.” You said, holding her at your eye-level.
Pidge malfunctioned for a moment. Pigeon.exe has stopped working, but recovered after a bit.
“I love you too!” She squealed, “Now hug me or put me down so I can hug you, doofus!”
Allura:
Allura stepped forward as you strut towards the group.
“Y/n!” She called happily, “What can I do for you?”
You pulled Allura into your arms, spinning her around as you embraced.
She giggled as the two of you spun, clutching onto you tightly.
After you stopped spinning, you still held her in a tight embrace.
“What’s got you in such a clingy mood?” She asked as she stroked your hair during the hug. Something she did as children whenever you needed to be soothed.
“I just realized I’m in love with you,” You mumbled your confession into the crook of her neck, and you could feel her heart rate speed up.
“You are?” She asked softly.
You didn’t say anything, deciding to just nod still hiding your face in her shoulder.
“Darling I have been in love with you our whole lives!” She squeezed you, then let you go. “Show me your pretty face, I have something to give you.”
You took a step away from her.
As your eyes met hers, she placed a soft kiss to your lips.
And then another.
Then another.
And a few more after that.
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thoughts on gothel's problematically antisemitically-coded caricatured appearance and personality? if you don't wanna talk about this in public we can talk about it on discord but i saw you talking about gothel and that has always been a part of Tangled that bugged me.
tbh i don’t think you can seperate witches from anti-semitic caricatures. my gothel being ethnically jewish is a fundamental part of how i play her because of that. women who are viewed as different by white christian cishet society are witches and theyre killed for it, full stop, always been true, still true.
but just bc a woman is different than society deems appropriate doesn’t make someone ‘evil.’ i play gothel as the hero of her own story, i give her flaws but also STRENGTHS, i try to give her relationships, and i feel like to me gothel / the witch is the most interesting part of rapunzel’s story the same way elphaba is the most interesting part of the wizard of oz. if u take away the real textual ‘otherness’ of witches in the narratives i like to portray fairy tales in--that they’re non-white non-christian non-straight women. you’re left with nothing but empty girl power narratives that don’t say anything at all about groups in power vs the marginalized & the othered.
as a side note, i also play several other characters i hc as jewish on this blog that are straight up heroes, thru and thru ( steve is half jewish, bucky, peter b., rapunzel and eugene are also jewish.) but they’re all given their own complexities, gothel just happens to be the only canon villain of the bunch which i don’t necessarily erase bc what’s the point of deconstructing fairy tales if you don’t make them as complex as they possibly can be lol
BUT. (more under the cut.)
my gothel isn’t evil, in a traditional sense. she’s a ragana, which is a witch that takes the form of an old woman, and who is hated and thought of as the devil and a ‘bad guy’ --- but who is really a necessary part of nature & balancing nature, just like you have to burn parts of forests to keep from forest fires.
one of her children represents ‘the moon' and was supposed to bear the moonstone. and the other represents ‘the sun.’ the sundrop flower was an important part of a prophecy that was supposed to unite the sundrop and the moonstone & right the universe. it was stolen from her, she then stole the child. in her head, she had to! it was to balance the universe. there are prophecies involved here! it’s for the greater good and the balance of the universe! what’s greater than that!
but more important to my gothel’s portrayal is that her vanity-to-the-point-of-madness is bc she herself was stolen as a child with magical powers by a non-jewish goddess, that locked her away in a tower, and tried to make her hate every part of herself that wasn’t plucked & brushed.
inside the tower she ends up raising rapunzel in, gothel was allowed to grow up and be a child into her adulthood. she learned her magic in secret from her abusive mother, something that i feel like is a metaphor for her loving herself as a visibly jewish, visibly queer woman. and the second she was finally free of her mother---she left the tower & the grove---and her ragana form manifested. at the tender age of 18, she looked EIGHTY. the sunflower called out to her and she found it. but just when she was beginning to be her own person, her awesome witchy self who would’ve balanced the world and been cool and dope, that chance at an ACCEPTABLE life of being queer & ‘othered’ bc she can still be considered attractive to others is taken from her.
she’s lived HUNDREDS OF YEARS exploring the world and righting wrongs in the balance of nature since! has she been thanked for it, even once? no! but now she’s the bad guy?
abuse like rapunzel & gothel isn’t simple. emotional abuse is so fucking complicated. gothel IS the bad guy in that relationship. but. well i can talk more about that some other time.
idk. i recognize that gothel being jewish-coded is obviously bad but that’s because she’s a VILLAIN in the story of tangled. in her own story, the story i wish desperately i could write more on this blog, gothel is the hero of her own story and is a tragic anti-hero or sorts, who is allowed to be complicated and also very much a product of the ‘otherness’ that she cannot hide or control that adds a deep layer to her character in a way that there wouldn’t be if she was a white non-ethnically jewish woman.
#antisemitism tw#ch: gothel#hc: gothel#gothel is actually really important to me as a character i just havent gotten the chance to play her much tbh#conduitandconjurer
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Personal Nott rant and theories:
So, I’ve been rapid-speed refreshing Tumblr, and talking to myself about this all day -
Theory -
Nott was born and raised in the goblin clan. Her established backstory as far as what she’s told everyone is 100% canon, with a few exceptions.
Yeza and Veth were both captured by the clan, and both tortured/planned to be killed
Nott was the torturer’s assistant, and that would lend to reason that she might have been responsible for Yeza, and someone else responsible for Veth.
Nott saw Veth at some point, either during capture, or torture, but she got a good look at her.
Meanwhile, Nott is talking to Yeza, and he starts talking back. She’s getting good info for the clan, so it can continue, but he’s also sharing personal information
I wonder if my kid’s alive, and my wife. Can you find out, please?
I love my wife and child very much
how acid is made, as well as other alchemy info
(Nott didn’t seem super sure of herself in the back of their first wagon, trying to make acid - that could be because Sam knew shaking wagon=bad for steady hand activity, but it could have been for multiple reasons.
where his home was physically located
the name of his wife, and his son
names of people in the town/general locations
During all of this, Nott is dreaming of a world in which she’s not a monster, where she maybe has found love (because who could love a goblin) and maybe has a child, or more than one, and is happy. Yeza notices this to a degree, and maybe leans in to the angle, talking about how amazing the outside world is, and how important life, and family are, and maybe goes into even more daily detail than before, about what his life looked like,
Then, Veth dies. And Nott has to make a choice. She can either not tell Yeza, and let things continue, or she can tell him. She’s half in love with the first person to ever show her kindness, and also very MUCH in love with the idea of him, and his world (as he’s presented it).
Heartbroken, Yeza leans in even harder, and goes for broke, plucking Nott’s heartstrings, and using her empathy/sympathy, and her clear desire to be free of the cage she’s in, to manipulate her into letting him go - he probably brings his son, Luke, into the plea at some point.
Manipulate is a strong word, but even when it is for a good end, the way I see that action, it would have been a manipulative twist to a persuasion roll (if done in game and not in backstory.
Nott’s been imagining herself in Veth’s place so much, maybe she even stole her clothes off of Veth, or perhaps a trinket of some kind, that is special.
She sets Yeza free, and leaves her tribe in one fell swoop. This results in the two of them escaping and getting to Felderwin. When they get there, Yeza goes to his son, and has to explain why Mommy is not with him, especially when he’s been gone so long.
Specifically, he says (in front of, or near Nott’s hearing) “The Goblins killed your mama.”
Nott is confronted with the idea that she can’t possibly be Veth for real, not right now, and instead of trying to immerse herself in Yeza’s life, she starts stalking.
Not like, in a creepy, shitty way, but like, she can’t bring herself to look away, and ends up following them as yeza goes around town on his business of caring for his son.
While Yeza’s trying to piece everything back together, and care for his son, he doesn’t realize Nott getting closer and closer to his son while he’s unwatched/not hypervigilant.
Maybe Nott is even seen by Luke, which of course would terrify both son and father, because Luke couldn’t differentiate between ‘Goblins’ and ‘one specific goblin’
Nott gets caught/almost gets caught, and decides to leave, because she’s only causing Yeza and Luke pain.
If she got caught - I imagine there was a scene, where Yeza likely said or made clear something along the lines of “You have no place here in my life, I have to protect my son, Your People Did This To My Family”
That is why those words were used, and important, beyond them being the thing that would incinerate Caleb
I also HC that this is where she maybe had a kiss with Yeza, which may have been the spark that lit the confrontation fire.
Nott telling Jester that her first kiss was in a 7 minutes in heaven thing sounds like a cover to me - A trope that is pulled from stories/overheard conversations, and told to the most gullible (insofar as relationship info) party member.
Nott gets a few townships away, and six months/a year down the timeline. She gets caught trying to pilfer goods, and meets one Caleb Widogast, who, in jail, reminisces about having access to great magic, where he could bend and shape the world around him.
Nott still hasn’t gotten past her dream of being Veth, and so pries.
Based entirely on my headcanons above -
Nott is not Luke’s bio mother, but she’s dreamed of it forever - In order to live out some shadow of that dream, she would send packages for Luke, and money for Yeza, because she feels responsible for Veth’s death.
Nott never planned on returning until she had fully assumed Veth’s place, as being True Polymorphed. The war pushed that up faster, because they were here goal, her drive, forever.
Nott fully planned on assuming Veth’s identity, going back to Felderwin and just... Knocking on the door, and assuming her place - As wife, mother, and halfling. And then never looking back, or telling Yeza who she really was.
The war threw a wrench in all that.
And here we are, in emotional hell.
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hc where tj and cyrus go to a coffee shop and it's fall and they're wearing sweaters and glasses and it's super soft.
((you have stolen my heart with this hc i LOVE this!! I’m going to age them up a little, make them seniors in high school))
Cyrus tugged on his crimson turtleneck, the material itching his neck as he pushed open the door to the neighborhood coffee shop. He was greeted by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a din of plates being stacked and a hum of conversation. Taking a seat by the window with the cacti, he pushed his glasses up on his nose; he’d run out of contacts at the worst possible time. Today, he was meeting TJ for coffee and of course he had to be wearing glasses.
“Can I take your order?” a perky waitress asked him. She had vine tattoos running up her left arm and a small semi colon on her right wrist.
“Yeah, can I get two small lattes? One with whipped cream and cinnamon on top, the other plain, please,” he explained the orders, his lips twitching into a smile as he thought of TJ’s reaction. It’s not like Cyrus had memorized his order from that one time when he told him. Nope. Nothing like that.
“Okay, I’ll have it over as soon as I can,” she replied cheerily, briskly walking over to the barista and adding the order to the small stack that was forming. Just then, the bell above the door tinkled merrily, and TJ walked through the door…wearing glasses? Cyrus wiped his glasses quickly to make sure he was seeing properly, and when he put them back on, he realized that yes, TJ was wearing glasses. Also, was his hair lacking gel? Cyrus glad he was sitting or else he was sure his legs would give out.
“Hey, Cyrus,” TJ greeted, taking a seat across from him and smiling. The basketball played sported a baby blue sweater with a V-neck, and long dark jeans. His glasses looked a lot like Cyrus’, but they were brown, not black.
“Hi,” Cyrus managed, swooning over the boy in front of him, “Uhm, so glasses?” he stammered, hoping he didn’t look like a blushing mess. (A/N: he did).
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t feel like getting contacts anymore, they’re just a pain, in my opinion. I guess I could ask the same from you,” he returned the question, pointing to Cyrus’ glasses, who instantly reached up and plucked them off his face.
“Oh, I’m waiting for my contacts to arrive, actually,” he laughed dryly, “I hate wearing glasses; I look like such a nerd,” he pointed out.
“No you don’t, here,” TJ replied, taking the glasses and putting them back on Cyrus’ face, “just as handsome as before,”
If Cyrus wasn’t blushing before he sure was now. Thank goodness he spied the waitress coming over with their drinks; small talk could be put off for a few minutes.
“Here you go. Two lattes, one with whipped cream and cinnamon,” she said, setting it in front of TJ, “and one plain. Enjoy,” she left with a smile, disappearing in the crowd of people.
“You-You remembered how I take my latte? I only told you, like, one time!” TJ said, astonished. This kid was something else.
Cyrus shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, taking a sip of his coffee. “It was a pretty specific order, I think I’d remember that,” he pointed out, “so, how have you been?”
TJ shrugged. “I’ve been busy, with all my college applications, and talking to coaches,” he explained. TJ was being scouted to play at a few colleges on the east coast, and it made Cyrus’ heart ache a little bit. He wasn’t so sure that he wanted to apply so far away, but he didn’t want to live on the opposite side of the country as TJ. “What about you?” he asked, sipping his coffee.
“Pretty much the same,” he sighed, “I’ve been trying to finish my college essay, but it’s just bee-” he cut himself off mid-word, breaking out into a fit of giggles.
“What’s so funny?” TJ asked, his lips twitching into a smile as he watched Cyrus laugh.
“You have a whipped cream mustache,” he snorted, grabbing his napkin, “here let me” he started, reaching out over the table and wiping away the cream that lay just above TJ’s lip. TJ felt himself melt inside at Cyrus’ gentle touch.
“So, you were saying something about the essay? You know, before I looked like Santa Claus?” TJ chuckled.
Cyrus smiled warmly, taking a few gulps of his coffee before continuing. “I’m just–I’m worried they’re not going to like my essay. It’s..unconventional, to say the least,” he muttered.
“What’s it about?” TJ asked, and Cyrus dreaded the question. But he wasn’t about to lie.
“It’s a story…about this boy,” Cyrus began, “this boy who falls in love with one of his best friends. They hung out a lot during school, even after school, and slowly but surely, the one boy fell in love with him,” Cyrus explained timidly, his eyes darting around the shop to see if people were listening in.
“That sounds incredible, Cy!” TJ complimented, finishing off the rest of his coffee. “Why are you so worried about it?”
“I just,” he started, propping his elbows up on the table, “I don’t want them to hate it. I don’t want some homophobic reader to think ‘oh, this kid is one of them’ and toss it to the side. I-I don’t want to be rejected,” he admitted. Perhaps this was a little more than just getting into college.
“Cyrus,” TJ started, “your essay sounds amazing. They’re going to love it. And yeah, you’re going to be rejected from a place or two, but that’s only natural. Rejection is scary, but you’ll never know what might happen unless you try,” he explained.
TJ’s words rung in Cyrus’ ears. It seemed like advice not just for college. Without much thinking, Cyrus grabbed TJ’s sweater and pulled him in for a kiss. Shockingly enough for Cyrus, after TJ processed the initial shock, he melted into the kiss, hitting his coffee cup with his elbow. When they pulled away, Cyrus realized what he’d just done, and put his head in his hands.
“I am so sorry, I have no idea what came over me,” he groaned, embarrassed, “I just, I can’t even-” he was cut off by TJ, who placed his hand over Cyrus’.
“Hey, calm down, it’s cool, really,” TJ assured him, Cyrus peeking through his fingers, “I, kinda, feel the same way,” he admitted, wrinkling his nose to adjust his glasses.
“What? Y-You do? But I thought that-”
“Life is full of surprises,” TJ cut in, waving their waitress over for the check. Cyrus fumbled to pull out his wallet, but TJ waved him off. “It’s on me,” he promised, handing the lady the cash and telling her to keep the change.
“So,” TJ started, “do you want to take a walk? It’s such a nice day. I love fall,” he grinned, extending his hand out to Cyrus, who happily took it. The duo walked out of the shop, hand in hand. They admired the leaves that fell from the trees, as shades of orange, yellow, red, and brown created a whirlwind of beauty.
“This is nice. I can get used to this,” Cyrus sighed, leaning his head against TJ’s shoulder as they walked.
“Me too,”
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lately loqi has been... drawing my attention alot???? so can i get some hc for loqi trying to win his s/o heart? thank you ;u;
ah yes, loqi, the brigadier general of my heart 😍 I’m so sorry this got REALLY long lol BEING IN LOQI HELL IS A BLESSING AND I’M JUST TRYING TO DRINK IT ALL IN!!!
as someone who comes from a family that belongs in Niflheim’s 1%, he always assumed the person he’d end up with was set up by his family
basically he never paid much attention to the idea of romance
he is, after all, LOQI TUMMELT OF HOUSE TUMMELT, BRIGADIER GENERAL OF THE NIFLHEIM ARMY, PILOT OF THE MA-X CUIRASS
(like ok calm down lil buddy, everyone knows. you don’t have to keep yelling out your introduction)
so just imagine how strange it was for him when he first laid eyes on you
your first meeting was brief–just a handshake after coming across him while Ravus gave you a tour
but all he could think about since that moment was you
in the following days, he would literally walk up and down the same hallway several times in hopes to catch a glimpse of you
Aranea was the first to notice how weird he’d gotten, and when she spoke about it to Ravus, the high commander immediately knew what got into him
after observing him “casually” stroll around the hallway, the two confronted him
“A crush? What an absurd suggestion, especially from a high commander of the most respected armies!”
Aranea’s just there so she can listen to him admit it
“Calm down, pipsqueak. It’s a crush, not a chance to kill Cor.”
when he finally admits these “weird feelings” about you, he grudgingly asks what he can do to get your attention
they tell him to find out your interests so he hires his subordinates to eavesdrop on your conversations and remember whatever was relevant
HE DID EVERYTHING WRONG
when he found out what your favorite flower was, he literally bought dozens
giving it to you seems like an easy enough task, right?
WRONG
he didn’t know what to do with them while he thought of a way to casually give them to you, so he shoved them in a stock room for days
the bratty boy didn’t know the gardener didn’t know there were flowers in there
why? oh because HE DIDN’T TELL THE GARDENER
by the time he actually thought of a plan, the flowers were wilted
that plan was just as dead as his flowers
he decided to go with the next cheesy thing: chocolate
obtaining your favorite chocolate bar from Insomnia proved to be a bit of a challenged
but because he’s LOQI TUMMELT OF HOUSE TUMMELT, BRIGADIER GENERAL OF THE NIFLHEIM ARMY, PILOT OF THE MA-X CUIRASS
(like for real calm down)
he found a way to head to the Crown City in casual clothing without anyone noticing he was gone
as he traversed the enemy’s streets, he commended himself for not drawing any attention
until Cor showed up, at least
the man can spot that blonde mophead from miles away
“Cor the Immortal!” He then pauses, reconsidering whether he’s really going to do this. “I... I have a favor to ask of you.”
the idea of Loqi falling head over heels for someone seemed beyond impossible to Cor; there was no way he was buying it
long story short, he and Cor get into a scuffle, and it ends in Loqi retreating to his ship
not only does he hate Cor even more now (which he thought at that point was impossible)
but he also didn’t get your chocolate
and news of their altercation reached his superiors
initially, Ardyn wasn’t very pleased but when Loqi cracked and admitted he was doing it for you, the Chancellor decided to let him go unpunished
only to see if he’d ever pluck the courage to actually ask you out
a couple days after, you accidentally bumped into him in the same hallway where you two first met
“Brigadier General Tummelt! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!”
HE LITERALLY FROZE
IT WAS YOU
AND YOU CALLED HIM BY HIS TITLE
what caught his eye, however, was the growing wet stain on your blouse from the glass of water you had just accidentally spilled
“That’s–that’s quite alright! No apologies needed! I should’ve been more careful!”
why is his voice so squeaky all of a sudden?
the longer your interaction, the redder he was getting
it got to the point where he was as red as the banner on his shoulder
“Anyway... I should probably find something to cover up the stain.”
he began to panic internally, trying to find an excuse to stay with you longer
“I have a sweater in my office!”
spoiler alert: he doesn’t
you shyly reject his offer at first, but his tone of insistence and that charming smile got you hooked
the whole way to his office, all he did was ask questions about you
when you got to his office, he left you for about 5 minutes and came back with a lumpy grey sweater
Aranea’s head suddenly popped in from behind the door
“You’re welcome, Brigadier General,” she smirked with sarcasm dripping from every syllable of the last two words
she totally did that on purpose to embarrass him
it worked, and explained why the sweater had a female scent
you thanked him for his kindness and excuse yourself
this forces Loqi to grab his balls and just finally spit it out
“Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?”
you’re surprised by his invitation, thinking that someone like him didn’t have time for a personal life, but you say yes anyway
you decide on a time and place and bid your goodbyes
but not before he gently grabs your hand kisses it affectionately
when you close the door behind you, he turns around and proceeds to do what he calls his “victory dance”
“Hey Ravus, I think he finally did it!”
by the time he looks back at the door, Ravus and Aranea are leaning against the doorframe, soaking it all in
Loqi groans in embarrassment and annoyance, pushing them both out softly and making sure to lock the door
then he goes back to doing his victory dance
#loqi tummelt#ffxv fanfiction#ffxv headcanons#loqi x reader#i'm so sorry this turned out like a fucking fic#but i'm not really sorry#naptis writes
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Headcanons for forgetting your loves and them being like “wtf bro” and you’re like “I’m just trying to do the stuff people keep telling me to do”
Characters Included: Revali, Daruk, Mipha, Urbosa
Just a note: I personally don’t think that the Champions were actually with you, but just imagine they were. I also think that you can’t hear anything they say or see them other than an alert to when you can use their power/ them appearing when the power is used.
Revali
Is probably the most upset that you don’t remember him
Also the most upset that you are getting into the most dangerous situations
“Well now, I’ve seen that face before.” A voice calls smoothly from the air, “You look confused.”
“Are you Revali?”
*anime gasp*
“You don’t recognize this voice? I know you haven’t heard it for 100 years but surely you wouldn’t forget your lover?”
101% instant heartbreak
“Be careful.” He warns every time you take a step through the Divine Beast.
“Well I’ll be plucked,” (I don’t recall him saying this but he does omf), “You had me worried sick.”
Oooo spooky ghost appears
“At least now I know where you’ve been for the past 100 years.”
He observes your current state, just how he remembered, maybe a few more scratches
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“I don’t, I’m sorry.”
“If I had more time, I’d be happy to spend it telling you everything. Fate calls. I suppose our chat will have to wait.”
There are times when he worries and casually sets off Revali’s Gale, causing you to get caught in the updraft and soar to safety
“You need to quit getting yourself into these situations.” He says into the open air, knowing you couldn’t hear him.
TBH I feel like I can’t really write a romantic affiliation with Daruk, purely because I was always like “He’s such a cool dude” and I see him as a cuddly bff. Sorry! But you can totally interpret this hc however you please :)
Daruk
“I always knew you’d come back. Y’know, I never stopped believing in you!”
“Is this Daruk?”
“Of course it’s Daruk! Who else would be?” A billowing laugh echoes through the Divine Beast, “Lost some of your marbles in the past 100 years, eh?”
You let out a huff, “I guess you could say I lost all of them.”
“You can’t remember anything, can you?”
My best friend has been sleeping for 100 years, has forgotten me and all of my other friends, wtffffffffffff
He’s so optimistic and tries to keep his cool, he really wants you to remember
Occasionally while venturing through the Divine Beast, you’ll hear a “watch out” or “If you need any help, I’m right here”
He is probably the most supportive of all the Champions
“You did it, I knew you could.” A glowing figure appeared beside you, the Champion Daruk, a big ass smile on his face and his arms spread as if to crush you in a hug
Low key tugs at his heart strings that he can’t hug you
While traveling he is trailing beside you and just chatting away like you can hear him
It kind of annoys the others
It really annoys Revali
At night he keeps watch if you aren’t staying at a stable or inn
He is roaming as far as he can, making sure that no monsters are near
He protect
Mipha
She is so happy to see you like omg
“I must say... that I am so happy to see that this day has finally arrived.”
“Mipha?”
“I’ve wondered where you ran off to for so long.” She notices your facial expression and raised eyebrows, “Are you alright?”
“I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally put a voice to it all.”
“Do you not... Have you forgotten me?”
She is spooked 5000 while you’re maneuvering through the Divine Beast
“Please, watch your step.”
You start just talking into the open air, hoping shes listening
“Sidon told me that you made this armor, for me actually.”
“I did.”
“So that means that we were something more than friends?” You waited a moment, but got no response. “Mipha, I’m sorry I can’t rem-”
It’s okay. All that I can ask is that you are safe. I’m glad you’re safe.”
It kind of feels like you’re being followed the entire way through the beast. As if she was trailing you.
“Thank you. For I am now allowed by this freedom to be with you once again.”
Instant heart break
(I actually got the feels during Mipha’s cut scene)
“You’re beautiful.” You said, a crooked smile spreading across your face. You can’t believe that you had forgotten her. How could you? Her eyes widen for a moment, a streak of embarrassment crossing her features.
“and you as well.”
While traveling she stays close, ready to heal you if you get even the smallest cut
She yearns for the days when you were whole, the world was calm, and the two of you were together
But she’s glad she can be by your side, even if just for a moment
Urbosa
She is the most understanding of your condition
Yes, she’s upset about it, but figures it’s easier to not mention anything
Yet, she holds onto the hopes that you’ll remember someday
“Well, well, well... You sure do know how to keep a woman waiting.”
“If I’m correct, you’re Urbosa, the Gerudo Champion.”
*Shes like duh, why are you asking?
“I am, and you’re [Name], correct?” You nodded, “It’s nice to finally see you again. I’ve missed you.”
While you’re going through the Beast, she is like a coach. She tells you how to move its functions, the best way to get to certain spots and where the terminals were
“Great job, I’m here if you need anything.”
“Urbosa?” You ask into the abyss that is Naboris.
“Hmm? What is it?”
“I’ve heard stories.”
“Oh? What kind of stories?”
“We’re we...together?”
“It depends, do you think we were together?”
You push your lips together, trying your best to recall the few memories you regained. “Yes. I know we were. We had to be! Right?”
When she appears, you’re like holy shit
wowowowowowow
“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Request: Hello again! I loved what you did with the kid scenarios, Revali's was my favorite personally. But I was curious about what are some head canons you can create if s/o was in the place of Link and had all the champions' spirits following them around. The thing is, s/o had a romantic relationship with a champion (Revali, Daruk, Mipha, and Urbosa) but doesn't remember a thing. So how do the champions react finding there s/o saving them but not remembering their romance, and what do they do about it
#revali x reader#revali#daruk x reader#daruk#mipha x reader#mipha#urbosa x reader#urbosa#botw#reader insert#fanfic
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Hiiiiiii! May I give you a hc/drabble idea? Even's job is at a library... That smile welcoming people at the front desk? The conversations he starts with patrons by asking about their book choices? Getting caught in the stacks reading instead of shelving books? Bringing books home for Isak? y/fy?
hiiii!! okay so i took you idea and was like… hmmm yes i like this… but then my brain was like “okay but what if it was an au” and I was like “no.. but i like the in canon idea” but then my brain said “orrrr we can make it an au.”
So I hope you are alright with this au Anon!! (also warning, this is raunchy af)
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It takes approximately .83 seconds after walking in the library doors fro Isak to turn around and try to shove his way back out. Unfortunately for him, Jonas and Magnus grab his shoulders and force him right back around.
But he wasn’t going down without a fight.
“I’m not doing this,” Isak says, “I’m not doing it. I take the loss- call me a pussy or whatever. But I’m not doing it.”
Jonas scoffs, “Shut up man, you’re doing it. You are doing it right now- what the fuck you talking about ‘backing out’.”
“We agreed,” Magnus says, entirely too gleefully to be called a supportive and loving friend. “You lost the bet!”
“Fuck the bet,” Isak lowers his voice, “He’s here.”
The other two boys are silent for a moment, looking from Isak to each other and then slyly (fucking obvious as hell they know nothing about sly) to the tall Elivis looking blonde at the counter, checking books out and smiling at single mothers and children and just being a generally beautiful human being.
Magnus lets out a loud whoop of laughter and The Boy at the Desk (along with every other library customer) look over. So Isak does what any well-adjusted boy would do-
He dives behind a bookshelf. And ignores Jonas’s look of utter disbelief. Whatever, fuck him too.
“Isak you’re doing it.”
His life sucks.
———-
He finds the book with little problem. Magnus and Jonas are sitting at a table in the far corner, snickering, nudging each other, pointing at Isak, and being general dicks.
Speaking of dicks. Isak sighs and slides the book off the shelf, and then grabbing other science related books to try and maybe lessen the eventual humiliation when Isak has to check out.
It’s so not fair, is all he’s saying. But when has life ever been fair to Isak Valtersen.
He can’t postpone it any longer, so he glumly makes his way to the counter, waiting in line behind a kind looking old lady who smells vaguely of fish and an older gentleman with bright white eyebrows. He clutches his books to his chest and literally feels his face heat up with every second that passes.
When he’s up next, The Boy at the Desk glances up and smiles, warm and bright and all of his teeth are stright and his eyes are a dark sparkling blue and they crinkle a little at the edges and-
And he’s saying something.
Isak blinks, “What?”
“I said I like your hat,” The Boy (his name tag reads Even and what a hot fucking name that is why does everything good in Isak’s life have to end in agony?) repeats and then hold out his hands for the book, “I’ll check those out.”
Isak refuses to hand them over. “Um.”
Even raises an eyebrow, “Do you have a steamy romance in there? Is that the problem? I don’t judge you know- I’ve seen it all.”
Isak wants to die. The sad part is he wishes that were the case.
Apparently over his impatience, Even chuckles, leans over the counter, and plucks the stack of books in his hand. “I’ll take those and we will get you on your way to enjoying Swashbuckling Pirates or whatever.”
He gets through two of them before he sees it. The bet. The fucking bet that he was entirely too drunk to win and Magnus knew that-
Managing the Micropenis: A comprehensive Guide
Even blinks and Isak is ready to jump off the roof. “Um.”
Isak thinks quickly, “It’s not mine. The micro-dick- or like, the book. My dick is fine. Great even! Perfectly normal, if you want to know. Oh my god- wait that came out wrong.”
Isak waves his arms, cursing the part of the bet that stipulated that he could absolutely not tell the bookkeeper that it was in fact a bet, “The book isn’t for me- see it’s a funny story. That I can’t really tell you because it’s a secret story. But- fuck.”
Even opens his mouth, blue eyes wide and swimming with amusement or embarrassment on Isak’s behalf or something.
Isak wants to die. Again.
“Actually, okay.” He leans forward on the counter and tries to quell his red cheeks, “So you see those guys in the corner? The ones laughing and waving like hooligans?” Even nods slowly, leaning in even closer, “Right so the big blonde guy? That’s Magnus. The book is for him. Sad story, man. And he’s so embarrassed, you know? Such a tiny dick for a big guy? So I thought i’d be a bro and get the book for him. Because I’m a great friend. And i have no qualms about… my own… fuck me.” He widens his eyes, “I don’t mean-”
“Isak,” Even says softly, “Your name is Isak, right?”
He swallows, “Yeah, how’d you know?”
Even waves it off like it’s no big deal, “I believe that you have a nice, good size dick.”
“Jesus Christ,” Isak leans down to hit his head on the counter, “Thank you.”
Even finishes checking out the books, the corners of his mouth twitching harder with almost every second. He hands them back with a grin, “Here you go. Give my best to Magnus and his dick. And yours, of course.”
Isak blinks owlishly- “Right.”
He turns around to leave, but pauses. “So when I return this tomorrow– or whenever Magnus is done comforting his dick…. will you be here?”
“Mmmhmm,” Even nods, “You should check the inside cover of the book when you leave. Before you give it to your friend. Just- yeah.”
“Okay…” Isak gives him one last small smile, before hustling to the boys at the corner of the library. “I hate you so much.”
Magnus is in tears. “Your face is so fucking red.”
They leave the library almost immediately after wards and as they are walking home, Isak covertly looks inside the front cover of the heinous book.
There was a phone number there. and below it:
My dick would love to take your dick out sometime 8—D
-Even
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✉️ + i love this idea of yours! followed initially bc of your amazing headcanon for dramione (literally squealed, it was so good) but you also have great content and fics. A+. as for me, I love the ocean, all things ancient greece or rome related, horses, sleeping, and the colour of fresh grass or leaves that are just starting to open in the spring. i've been told that I can be very manipulative, that I have a smirk that rivals a Malfoy, but for me family and friends are always first
Thank you so much! Plan to make more head canons once I’m out of this rut. Speaking of which, sorry for the late reply!!! I’ve been feeling… well, “blegh” these past few days and knew that wouldn’t do for these OC/HCs. But at last, here it is! Thanks again, and hope you like it. :)
how you got your Hogwarts acceptance letter: you come from a dignified family of purebloods who have a love of classical music (and honestly, classical anything. Your family estate is practically an interactive museum), and that summer you were to be formally introduced to the orchestra- Vivaldi in Summer. You were young, and the dress you had to put on that night was heavy for summer (everything besides a good pair of shorts and a tank top was too heavy, too clingy in the lovely weather) - but it did funny things when you twirled around, so you didn’t care too much. Besides, your parents promised pastries would be handed out before the concert. So, it couldn’t be too bad. It really wasn’t bad at all. You had fully stuffed yourself that night before seating, and realized that the love for string instruments and crescendos ran in the family. You loved the emotion of it, and how the orchestra seemed to move in waves as they played- especially the string section with their flowing bows. It was at a moment of peace within the piece, of soft crooning from the strings and whispers from the winds that a change in the air occurred- like something was fanning air just above your head (which was nice, if a little cold in an already freezing concert hall). There was a movement of wings, light and graceful - which fit in quite perfectly with the song. You looked up just as something cream and square flickered to and fro - like a baton keeping rhythm, and you spotted the leaving of a soft brown owl just before the falling envelope dropped onto your face. When you eventually plucked it off your face to read it, there it was: your long-awaited invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Like it was said before, the night out really wasn’t bad at all.
head canons about your trip on the Hogwarts Express: the journey to just the train platform was quite eventful, seeing as you hadn’t slept a wink the night before. Enter images of you nearly driving your suitcases into innocent bystanders at Kings Cross Station, nearly falling asleep at the wheel of your cart, and almost knocking your owl into incoming train traffic. Thankfully, you were with friends and one of them seized your cart away from you before you could try and walk through the pillar between 8 and 9, instead of 9 and 10. You’d stayed awake most of the previous night thinking of where you would sit to get the best views, if you should sit with old friends or try to make new ones, and if you should pack something light to read- or listen to. When you got onto the train, and sat down in an empty cabin, you forced your eyes open and mouth into a smile for those to enter. And then the sound of the train’s steam snuck into your ears. The cushion felt awfully comfortable. The heavy breakfast in your stomach was warm and filling… You woke up when the train lurched to a stop at Hogsmeade.
what happened when you went head-to-head hat with the sorting hat: despite coming from a prestigious pureblood family, you didn’t feel any pressure to be sorted into a particular house that night. There were two houses your parents guessed at, you guessed at, and seemed to be the ones your closest childhood friends were sorted into: ravenclaw and slytherin. On the one hand, the academia and curiosity of the ravenclaw house intrigued you, and felt mind-opening, and promising for your own academic future. Yet, on the other, the steel determination of slytherins, as well as their loyalty to those closest to them, and deep history of that house was such a snug fit for you. In the end, for you, it was a matter of how many of your friends would you be able to group up with, and spend long nights studying, or not studying, in a shared common room. A majority of your friends, by the last, had been sorted into slytherin. When you sat on the stool, there was a look of sheer willpower. When the sorting hat was put upon your head, and it started rummaging through your head- you plastered every known image and concept of slytherin character at the forefront of your thoughts. Which was quite slytherin of you, really. The sorting hat knew it, too. You always loved green, and it looks good on you.
who’s your squad: You hang out with a mix of ravenclaw and slytherin personalities, including Padma, Pansy and Theo, but you have a close ring of friends that you’ve had since you were little and continue to have at Hogwarts (and Beauxbatons, from your family’s summer stays in France). A majority of these friends are slytherins too, with a dash of ravenclaw and hufflepuff. You admire Hermione Granger from a distance, loathe her for checking out books before you could get your hands on them, and definitely mooch off the Weasleys for Molly’s homemade pies, which she sends to family and friends during Christmas time - and you made sure to get one, too. Fred and George Weasley are good stress relievers, and you absolutely… haven’t.. you know, suggested people they should prank, or anything like that.
general first-year shenanigans you were up to while Harry was being Harry:
once you overslept horribly, and in your rush to eat something quick and get to class- you accidentally drank a glass of firewhiskey a housemate left in the common room (it was the party the night before that had kept you up later than you would’ve wanted, but you couldn’t get them to shut up). … You were tipsy during Potions. Threw up on Professor Snape. Detention was a nightmare, but you made sure to drag in the idiot who brought firewhiskey into the dorm. Detention was a much worse nightmare for him. You made sure of that.
during your free time, you’d volunteer to look after the horses on campus, even during the winter season when help is needed most (you made sure to bundle up and practically waddle your way to the stables).
you once read about thestrals and sometimes tracked them in the forest, even if you couldn’t - and hoped not to - see them. Sometimes you met with Luna out there, and she’d describe them to you, guide you to feed them.
despite being a first-year, you were able to smooth-talk Madam Pince into giving you full-access to the library, specifically the restricted section. For research, into the classic texts of magic, of course. Purely academic.
you continue to help Madam Pince with the daily ins and outs of the library, in exchange for extended loan periods and an extremely lenient clause on eating in the library (you’re the only one who gets away with munching away with a book in hand).
she doesn’t even mind it when you fall asleep and drool on the tables.
no one really understands how you got into Madam Pince’s good graces, but since you are people ask favors of you, and you get to reap quite a few benefits from this glorious arrangement.
you once snuck into the kitchen in the middle of the night to get first dibs on christmas pastries.
you got caught. You’re not very good at sneaking around.
but you’re very good at keeping out of detention, ever since that first and only experience. In exchange for sweets, you told mythological stories about roman and greek gods to the house elves.
this arrangement has continued, with a new story every Sunday for a new flavor of cake, made just for you. Eventually, you started bringing some cake back for your friends.
Some.
you missed home so much, and being on the seaside, that you tried to enchant sand on the lake, to make a pseudo-beach. Consequently, you ended up getting into a non-verbal argument with the Giant Squid.
there was a lot of squid arm-waving and sand-throwing.
you won the battle, but not the war- you were still plucking sand out of your hair on the year-end ride home.
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WELCOME BACK, QUEEN!
(Awww I hope you’re feeling ok *hugs* I get how you feel, stuff like that used to happen to me all the time ;-;)
I WISH I HAD MORE FRIENDS TO DRAG INTO HAMILTRASH HELL. (omg how did they react, though????)
LAURENS LEADS A SOLDIER’S CHORUS ON THE OTHER SIDE
MY SON IS ON THE OTHER SIDE
HE’S WITH MY MOTHER ON THE OTHER SIDE
WASHINGTON IS WATCHING FROM THE OTHER SIDE
TEACH ME HOW TO SAY GOODBYE
…Baby Luna still sounds cute to me XD
(True stories about Tiny Evans:
Once, when I was about four years old, mom let me play in the bathroom. She later came in to find the entire bathroom flooded…I hadn’t bothered to turn the water off and just kept playing calmly in the middle of the mess XD she says that when she asked me what happened, I was just like “Mommy, the rain came down from the sky…”
And once mom bought me a tiny Beauty and the Beast doll, with super tiny accessories (I was probably around five years old). I was playing with the doll on the bed. Then I decided to lie down, holding one of the doll’s tiny shoes in my hand….I dropped the shoe and it went straight into my nose 0.0 When we went to the hospital they couldn’t get it out (they gave me a nosebleed trying) and then they said I should have surgery.
Then we went to a different hospital. The doctor took a look, told me to lie down, and then got it out in a few seconds (…)
And I was also super attached to my toys when I was little. I’d refuse to let mom wash my favorite teddy bear because I thought the washing machine would hurt him, and I hated it when people shoved my toys away into a toy box because NO the dollies can’t BREATHE if you do that)
Yeah, I think that most kids have a bratty side to them XD some kids are worse, though. One of my little sister’s friends once kicked another boy because he kept playing with my sister instead of her…like, literally kicked him in the face. The poor kid was just coming down the slide, she was waiting at the bottom and kicked him 0.0
I wouldn’t give you time to cry. If I must suffer, Queen Luna must help me…maybe you could distract them with snacks?
Oh, that’s great! Your mom sounds cool :D
Hmm, I’ll try to find it :)
ok, yeah, I did hear that Fairy Tail’s plot sucks XD (and of course there’s the fanservice ugh.) I was thinking about checking it out just because so many people seem to watch/read it (and hate it) but maybe not lol
Queen. QUEEN. I know I recommended HxH to you but…well. Please google the Legendary HxH Hiatuses before you make a choice you might regret (if you’re brave, you can still dive into the fandom anyway and suffer with me).
BUT ALSO. Levi has an HxH twin. His name is Feitan, and HE’S SHORTER THAN LEVI
(And YES fellow OPM fan!
btw, I just saw a comic with Hisoka meeting Saitama. *Schwing intensifies*)
Can you imagine what would happen if Evans and Kimblee got in a fight, though? (assuming that Kimblee does ‘like’ Evans enough not to kill her.) Because I just realized that if Kimblee got blood on the carpet I’d definitely be mad- I’m an almost Levi Level clean freak in some ways. If the carpet was white not even a Philosopher’s Stone could save him. And if he brought the dust, dirt and ashes from his explosions into the house with him I’d probably feed him to Pride.
(idk what this is but I just made myself kinda angry thinking about Kimblee dripping blood on a white carpet lol)
That would be adorable until Pokemon Pride decided he was hungry.
I’m not sure what that is, sorry ^^;; are you talking about Bertl’s death scene???
Yes. The clean freak in me rejoices every time I look at his new hair. (seriously though it was REALLY greasy in Avengers and The Dark World.)
Idk how I never thought Roma might be the Clown Boss omg. She’s horrible but she’s also amazing.
Nah, I worry for Urie’s health (physical and emotional) but he’s not going to die. I don’t think his character arc is finished yet, and besides, there’s so much he hasn’t done yet, so many promises he has yet to keep (like, oh, I don’t know, the whole thing with Shirazu’s body). Also have you heard the theories about how Shirazu’s probably going to be on the next volume cover?
If Mutsuki kills Yomo I’m really going to start hating TG. (though tbh it feels like he might die here ;-;)
Touka…I don’t like her and I really don’t like all this Touken stuff but I don’t want her to die, because I think that if she did, Kaneki would just go right back into his angsty “I want to die in style and sacrifice myself” mode…and that would be bad.
(Speaking of Touka though:
I read a theory on tumblr that Juuzou might be the one to kill her if she does end up dying. Like, a while back Ishida wrote a poem for Juuzou where he's trying to decide whether to kill a cat or a dog- when he chooses, there’s a line about a ‘rotten womb’, suggesting that the animal he killed was pregnant. The poem ends with Juuzou thinking that it really didn’t matter in the end, because he himself was going to die anyway.
Mutsuki called Touka a cat several times back in the chapter where they fought, so Touka=Cat, the pregnant animal Juuzou killed, and Kaneki=Dog? So Juuzou might have chosen to kill Touka and spare Kaneki, who was once his friend? And Kaneki kills Juuzou to avenge his wife?
I don’t think this is going to be canon and I don’t WANT it to be canon (it would be too much for my feels), but it’s interesting)
And I'm still waiting for the moment Shuu finally decides to confront Kaneki about that night on the L.E building
Yep, I’m going to try to play Waltz’s route soon! I’ll let you know when I do :D (But I refuse to play the Bad Ending because I now know what happens in it and wow. Just wow.)
I’ll try to listen to the music too!
Yeah, it’s pretty easy to tell that Lady Karma and Prince Karma are the same person. For me it’s the eyes…
Wonder what Llama’s like? (Probably Burr-levels of salty and bitter because of his dad’s fondness for weird nicknames)
Maybe I’ll play the bad ending just to torture myself with whatever happens to Varg lol
I seriously wish we could date Delora, Jurien, Parfait and Emelaigne, though. We could trade Rod’s route for one of them? (again, not that I don’t like Rod but I feel like a Delora or Jurien route would probably be WAY more interesting than his)
I can’t even use ‘Evans' in Otome games, that would be really embarrassing…I mean, even with Reader x Character fics, I can’t bring myself to use my own name so I always read the Reader’s name as literally 'YN’ in my head XD
TY Queen Luna. I might be blushing a bit right now. (Please don’t write any more Fritz HCs they’re too amazingly fluffy I’ll die.)
Queen Luna/Karma would be the best though. Karma probably thinks you’re the most beautiful, amazing person in the history of the entire universe.
-He often asks you for book recs, will always give you his honest opinion of them once he’s done reading
-likes reading with you better than that, though. Just cuddling together while he reads over your shoulder or something (idk I feel like Karma would like books)
-does your makeup for you. Not if you don’t want him to, but if you ever have to go to a party or some big event…he’ll insist (and do a great job of it too).
-of course he goes shopping with you and helps you pick out clothes. Then he insists on buying all the outfits that look good on you (though of course, in his opinion, that’s everything you try on)
-he’ll try to help you remember things and keep track of your stuff better, but even if you still forget he usually remembers. Will find whatever it is you lost and hand it to you with a playful smile, teasing you a little bit (he honestly thinks it’s cute)
-he’s immediately interested when he hears you used to learn archery and will ask you to teach him if you can still do it. In exchange he’ll teach you how to use a sword if you want him to (if you say yes he won’t go easy on you, but will always be impressed with your efforts and will be sure to compliment you and tell you how well you’re doing)
-if you two ever have to go to some social event, he’ll quickly notice if you’re feeling overwhelmed and will lead you away into a quiet corner, where you can just have some calm, private(ish) time together, talking about your day and watching the people around you.
-I think Karma likes sweets too (there was that thing with the Chamaeleon cupcake and I think I read another line about him eating cake in the game? not sure about it though) so he’d probably buy a bunch to try with you and would think your obsession with them is adorable
-he teases and flirts with you a bit, and doesn’t mind if you tease him back. However, if you ever flirt back at him, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or cheesy- he WILL end up blushing. He’ll try to play it cool but the blush is just too obvious
(hope these are ok ^^;;)
Well, the friends weren’t exactly impressed. But hey if I was able to bear them for a week, they can bear 2 hours of good music XD
They did find Guns and Ships interesting though, because of the speed of rapping XD
RISE UP, RISE UP, RISE UP
ELIZA
MY LOVE, TAKE YOUR TIME
I’LL SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE
RAISE A GLASS TO FREEDOM…
Wow. Just. Wow. I never managed to flood the bathroom, though I did blame my sister for stuff she couldn’t have done anyway XD
And the thing about the shoe… couldn’t they’d just taken those thingies you pluck your eyebrows with (but bigger) and gotten it out with them? I mean, i’m no expert, but how did they manage to give you a nosebleed XD
I’m 17 years old. I still value all my toys, especially the plush ones and wouldn’t part with them no matter what you offered to me. Hell, I still can’t sleep without a plush toy XD So I don’t think that was weird at all :P
That’s… a bit aggressive… should the kid get it checked out XD
I’ll distract them, you run :P
Nope, don’t even try with Fairy Tail, unless you’re really into magic and guilds. The tasteless Fanservice and lack of plot make it infuriating. The only reason why I stuck with it was because I wanted to see my OTPs get together (THEY DID N O T)
Ah, I’ve heard of those... a bunch of manga I read go on hiatuses all the time as well, so I don’t think I’ll mind ^^
I’m still not sure, tho, since it has 387 chapters and that might take time to catch up (hah, i once read 130 chaps in one day, but that was a special occasion XD)
WHOAH SOMEONE SHORTER THAN LEVI WHAT
Tell me everything XD
Hi, yes, I love Genos and Sonic (Saitama as well lol). Metal Bat is fucking awesome, because he is so dedicated to his little sis. Old man Bang (almost called him Old Man Fu XD) is freaking awesome!!!
And let’s not forget out favorite loli, Tatsumaki, aka Terrible Tornado.
I’m not sure I want to imagine that fight... anyway it ends, it’s catastrophic XD
YEP, Bertl’s death (still crying).
So the (I think) comic went like this: Armin has eaten Bert, and Reiner was captured and he looks at Armin, obviously realizing what happened to Bert and breaks down crying. Then, in one final act of defiance, Bert’s conscious manages to suppress Armin’s for a second and tells Reiner that he has nothing to apologize for.
I cry.
I can’t wait for Ragnarok *^* More Loki, more Thor, more Marvel!!
Just. I honestly have no idea what to think about TG anymore... The things that happened lately have been pretty hard to stomach and so many things have been left unresolved. And all the death flags and the fact that Yomo might lose to Mutsuki, despite being canonically stronger than them. Tbh, I think I might just drop it (again XD)
I seriously can’t wait for you to play Waltz’s route :3c
Lol, Waltz’s bad end is the anomaly! ((SPOILER)) The only bad end where the boy character doesn’t die, yet is the worst story-wise ((END SPOILER))
I really want to meet Llama XD I mean, if he’s Karma’s brother, he must be fabulous σ(≧ε≦ｏ)
Technically, Fritz’s bad end isn’t too different from the others, I just like Varg too much XD
Y’know... we could always write our own routes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
That’s one of the reasons why I’ve adopted the name Luna XD No embarrassment.
But I once watched an anime where a character had the same name as me. Not only that, she also looked a LOT like me and we shared a few personality points. It actually made me pretty happy.
And then, later, I found out that a part of the fandom shipped her with my, at the time, favorite character. I could never read fanfiction of the two without getting embarrassed XD
A significant portion of the fandom hates her, though, even though she didn’t do anything wrong other than, surprise, ‘interfering’ (???) with a popular yaoi ship. (Since her x the character was implied canon).
Long story short: Luna gets embarrassed watching anime.
Are you suuuure~ I might just write some to embarrass you huehuehue I’ll wait till you finish Waltz, cause I want to see your list of faves ^^
Y’know at this moment I’m incredibly glad I physically don’t blush. Cause I’d be a fucking tomato if I could. φ(ﾟ ωﾟ//）♡
I think that, no matter how much of a shy potato I am, I’d flirt back with Karma just to see him blush huehuehuheuehue
And I’d always, always accept sword-fighting lessons from him *^*
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