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xiaowhore · 3 months

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genshin men as shoujo tropes.

characters. neuvillette, wriothesley, & alhaitham.

note. in celebration of the shoujo renaissance (and also bc im having a hard time finishing the drafts i left half a year ago) i present to you the ideas i had while half-asleep this morning. i dunno if this will ever be a consistent series but here are the first 3! (heads up: female pronouns will be used in this fic!)

neuvilette ; the duke

it has to be said. he's the duke of the north.

you belong to an aristocratic family, but you're basically neglected due to being your father's illegitimate child with a maid and your younger sister is much better than you at every way there is. appearance, etiquette, and intellect—she is far more superior than you at these aspects. countless men ask for her hand in marriage, while none asks for yours.

but honestly, you didn't want to be wed to a noble. you dream of being a commoner, free from the clutches of your family who looks down on you and solely dotes on your sister. you could be a baker perhaps, since you've always had a hobby of making sweets.

yet your parents suddenly announce you're now engaged. and to the duke of the north, of all people! he has made a great contribution for the war against the monsters within the continent, but he is more known for his ruthlessness and harsh temperament. if you were to be his wife, what would happen to you? the duke holds a lot of power, but no one wants to marry him because they're all afraid of him, you included.

as you're being sent to his castle by carriage, you're already trying to comfort yourself. at least you're away from your family now. he couldn't possibly be worse than them. and as ruthless the rumors all say he is, duke neuvillette is not the type of man to beat a woman who has done no wrong.

your first dinner with him is completely silent. the clacking of cutlery pierces through the air, the only sound you can hear other than your heart rapidly pounding in your chest. your head is bowed, too fearful to meet him in the eye, but you can't help sneaking glances at him.

the duke doesn't appear in most events hosted by nobles, too busy defending his territory from monstrous creatures to attend. but you see now that those rumors about him being unsightly could not be any more false. his long hair drapes over his shoulders, not a strand out of place. his gaze is calculating, a fascinating blue you can't look away from, and his nose cuts a high angle—he'd look fetching if he wore glasses as he does paperwork. really... how could this man be your husband-to-be?

as you're busy worrying over how you shouldn't offend him and appreciating his appearance, neuvillette is trying his best to appear calm. the woman of his dreams is right in front of him, whose hand was promised to him if he won against the dragon slumbering in the northern mountains. the woman he had yearned for years on end, the woman who gave him strength as he was on the verge of death during the war, the woman who doesn't remember him anymore—

but he promised you long ago he'll make you the happiest woman in the world, and he's intent on keeping his vows.

neuvilette may appear stoic, but he's nothing but sweet to you. he accompanies you at every opportunity he isn't busy with work, spoils you rotten, and makes you want for nothing. word spread throughout the land that duke neuvillette couldn't be any more smitten with his wife, erasing all rumors that claimed he was heartless. you were intimidated by him at the start, but as you spent more time with him, you learned that there was no reason to be.

...however, that only applies to you. although you never said it outright, neuvillette can tell your family didn't care for you properly. he already had reservations with them, and now he has other reasons to be angry.

when your sister comes to his residence and claims there was a “mix-up” in the marriage, that she should be the one wed to him and not you, he is furious.

but there's really only one ending for this story—after all, his heart only belongs to you.

wriothesley ; the bodyguard

you're the only granddaughter of a yakuza leader and wriothesley is your bodyguard who will protect you no matter what. (not claiming ‘a girl and her guard dog’ energy; there are plenty of other mangas who have this trope too.)

you're just an ordinary girl with a very extraordinary family but you want to live a normal life free of violence and keep your family background a secret. you beg your grandfather to let you attend classes at a normal school, and he allows you in one condition: wriothesley must be with you at all times.

so yeah. this tall and absolutely ripped guy is behind you every time you walk to school, in the corridors, on the way to the cafeteria, and the only time he isn't following you is when you go to the restroom.

very protective. never lets his guard down when you're talking to boys. doesn't understand what you see in the handsome guy that everyone likes when his looks aren't all that great (he's just jealous).

“let's go home. it's about time for the car to arrive... what do you mean you still have something to do? ...there's someone waiting for you at the rooftop? you found a love letter in your locker? ...i'll wait for you at the door.”

he does wait for you at the door, but he also tries to hear the conversation you're having. and maybe he scoffs a little when he sees the guy who's trying to vye for your attention, because clearly wriothesley worried for nothing.

there will be a lot of dangerous events involved (i.e. kidnapping for ransom, attempts to kill you as revenge, wriothesley's enemies trying to harm you because you're the person he loves etc.) but wriothesley will save you each time.

“i'm right here,” he says as he cradles you in his arms, hugging your trembling body. “you don't have to fear anything now.”

it's nothing serious. just a pathetic attempt at kidnapping by a bunch of idiots who want ransom money. you're safe and sound in the car, waiting for him to finish his business with the delinquents, but that fact doesn't make his anger fade at all. “if i see a single scratch on her, i'll kill you.”

his head is bleeding, dripping crimson over his right eye, but all he sees is your bound wrists, the bruise on your cheek, the blood on your lip. he's out of bullets. you're both surrounded by henchmen. he has a single blade in his pocket. still, he roars with uncontrollable rage, “no one touches her!”

(very important detail: he calls you “my lady.”)

alhaitham ; the nonchalant male lead

he's definitely the cold guy who's (at first) rude and blunt to the female lead.

you've liked him since you were kids. your moms are best friends and you live next door to each other. both of your parents seem convinced you're going to end up together, but he rejects every single one of your advances—not that it discourages you from trying again next time.

you try to walk to school with him even though he always goes to the library too early and you're the furthest thing from a morning person. you offer him the best parts of the lunchbox you cook for yourself. you give him a cold drink after gym class. you invite him out to the mall during the weekends to hang out. you doll yourself up everyday with cosmetics and accessories in hopes that he'll think you're pretty.

but alhaitham always just looks... disinterested. especially during dinners where both of your families are present and his mother teases him about dating you for what seems like the nth time that night.

and you know he's not obligated to like you back or anything. but you still want to get his attention. you want to improve yourself to get him to like you.

alhaitham may come across as cold-hearted, but he buys you bread from the convenience store on the way to school because he knows you missed breakfast just to go with him. he keeps an eye out for any stray balls hitting you during gym class because for some reason you attract them like a magnet. he often declines your offer to go outside during weekends, but he's willing to tutor you for the test scheduled next week.

so you like to think of yourself as someone special. because surely, he doesn't do these things for anyone else, right? you must be one of the closest people to his heart, right?

but then the pretty girl from the class next door confesses to him, and you think you've lost your chance. she's tall and gorgeous, her clothes are always the latest fashion, and you're pretty sure she's around the same student rankings as alhaitham. they're talking by the cherry blossom tree, and no one can hear what they're saying behind the wall you're hiding from in your quest to eavesdrop on them.

but then alhaitham leaves first, not giving her a single glance after what you assume to be a swift rejection. the girl isn't crying, but she looks a bit shocked as she returns to school, not expecting the turn of events.

your classmates don't even pretend to be decent; all of them are asking her what happened. “he says he's not interested in dating, that's all.”

and at that, you sigh in relief. even if you're not special to him now, no one else is either.

you don't notice her looking at you, envy burning in her gaze. she didn't say any lies—but she did omit something important.

“i think... i like someone now. the most important person to me.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #alhaitham x reader #neuvillette x reader #wriothesley x reader #fluff

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kriffingstars · 6 months

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Johnny MacTavish; the warning

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Price very kindly tells Johnny you're off limits warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26) a/n: Once again thank you anon! I have so many ideas swirling around, including the first time that Reader and Johnny break their promise. Keep the asks coming :)

Price's Niece Masterlist

Price and Soap are sat in the pub, later that evening, when you're brought up again.

"Dinnae tell me you had a niece," he chides, as he lifts his pint up to his lips.

"It never came up, she only moved in a few months ago, but it's good. House isn't left empty, and it saves her a bit of money."

Price smiles as he thinks of her. It's not good to have favourites, especially when he has two other nephews, but he sees so much of himself in you. Your personalities are so similar, and he often thinks that if he didn't choose the career he did then he'd probably be even more like you.

"She's nice," Nice. Really? Both men know that Soap's statement is a loaded one. He's testing the waters, and gauging what his CO would think if he tried anything on with you.

Price stiffens slightly and gives him a look he knows all too well. It's the look he gives him, and sometimes the other lads, when they're being a bit out of line and joking around a bit too much.

"Don't go getting any ideas," he grumbles a bit as he tightens his grip on his glass.

Before the two of them left, he could already see something potentially brewing. The two of you had clicked straight away, the banter between the two of you toeing the line between friendly jives and flirting.

It was frustrating, he rarely sees you come out of your shell so quickly with anyone, and Soap was easily bringing out the more confident side of you he adored so much.

"I don't want her mixed up with any of this," he adds, gesturing his hand between the two of them.

"It's bad enough when I go away, I don't want her putting her life on hold when there's so much out there for her to experience."

Soap knows what he's getting at, his last relationship had crumbled because of the time spent apart, often with no contact.

"If we weren't in this job I wouldn't have a problem, but we put so much on the line, I can't have her going through all of that."

Price doesn't need to spell it out for Soap, the insinuation is there. He can't have you involved with someone in his line of work. He already sees the way his absence takes a toll on you.

He can see the physical stress on you when he comes home, the thought of that being magnified makes his heart ache.

"I get it, really," Soap replies, bringing the conversation to an end.

It's frustrating because he genuinely wants to get to know you more, but Price is only looking out for your best interests.

The conversation quickly moves one, ghosting over some vague plans for when they're back from leave, and then moving onto the upcoming Six Nations tournament.

Soap isn't naive. As disheartened as he is, he truly understands, and after that conversation, he fully intends to leave things alone.

What he doesn't account for is you asking for his number, with the excuse that it would be great to keep in touch, and he can fill you in on when your Uncle is overworking himself.

Price has a similar conversation with you, once Soap leaves to head back up to Glasgow.

"It's great that you both get along, I just don't want you to get hurt," He echoes, he uses that phrase a lot with you.

Always looking out for your well-being, trying to shield you from all the bad things in the world. In his mind, you're still the little girl he held at the hospital when he himself was younger than you are now.

"I won't," you reassure him, "It's just nice to know some of the people you work with."

You jest with him, that now you know Johnny, you'll be able to know whether he breaks the promise he makes to you every time he's on duty.

Don't overwork yourself, old man.

#john mactavish x reader #john mactavish headcannon #johnny mctavish x reader #johnny mactavish headcannon #john mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x price!reader #cod mw soap #price!niece!reader

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months

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I like to think that it takes a but before Wukong and DBK end up having a much needed conversation about Wukong's pregnancy and the reasons he'd kept it hidden. They didn't hold off on it until Revenge of the Spider Queen, but I don't think Wukong was exactly eager to talk about it.

I also think that Wukong ought to have had some hidden resentment not even he had been aware of at the fact his big brother, who definitely is the sort to swear he'd protect Wukong no matter what despite Wukong not needing it, hadn't been able to keep his promise when it came to Wukong's capture, torture, and imprisonment. Being thrown into a Furnace for nearly 50 years and then buried under a mountain for 500 more isn't exactly something you just 'get over', and that's just a small part of what Heaven had done to Wukong. Like... he doesn't blame DBK because there's no way he could have known... but also DBK had broken his promise to keep his baby brother safe and presumably the first interaction they had after Wukong was freed by the mountain was presumably DBK asking Wukong for help with his toddler son who was hurting himself with a power he could not control and Wukong was probably hurt by that. And he was definitely hurt by the fight they later had.

Basically, there's a lot of bad stuff that happened with the journey and the events that led up to it and I think Wukong was suppressing a lot of that trauma, and it came out in ways he didn't really notice. Part of that comes to a head during their first heart to heart when DBK is told why Wukong had kept the fact he was pregnant a secret. He still didn't know exactly how long he was pregnant, that it was indeed during the Journey and not something that came about after it, but he knows Wukong had been pregnant when he was sealed under the mountain and Wukong had knowingly kept that from him. The rest of that only came out while they were in the web, which onky served to infuriate DBK even more because he'd thought he'd HAD this conversation with Wukong already and he comes to find out that Wukong had kept even more from him.

Basically it be like,

DBK: Why are you being so secretive about this? A child is amazing!

Wukong: There's a reason I don't want this getting out, DBK! Could you imagine what would happen if work got out that the 'Great Sun Wukong' was pregnant and vulnerable!? What would the Jade Court do!? The thousands of enemies I've made over the years!? I'd be lucky if they didn't start lining up at my door to try to take advantage!

DBK: I would have protected you! You're my little brother, you could've have told me!

Wukong: Oh, like you protected me so well during the war when I got thrown in a Furnace and trapped under a mountain!

Silence, as Wukong realized what he said, and that he hadn't meant to say that aloud. He'd thought he'd gotten over that tbh.

Another thing to consider;

Wukong also missed out on 500 years of life back when he was captured. 500 years of being unable to make amends with his mate. 500 years unable to defend his people from the Fires and the hunters.

And DBK spent all that time free, married, getting invited to parties, and generally having a life while his younger brother rotted under that mountain.

From Wukong's perspective, DBK forgot about his little brother. And that def stirs up some resentment once the two reunite after DBK's release.

But the full truth is even uglier than that.

As Sun Wukong and DBK's arguing escalates, I can see DBK finally breaking down into tears.

DBK: "I wanted to save you xiandi! I truly did! Azure and the others claimed you a traitor but I Knew you would never surrender without cause!" Wukong, angry tears: "Then why didn't you try freeing me from the Furnance?! Did you just sit around for all of those 49 days!?" DBK, voice raising accidentally: "IF I DID THEY WERE GOING TO KILL TIESHAN!" *covers mouth in shock* (The room goes silent. A long-held secret having just been revealed. As if the demon king had expended all his magic to break a verbal geas/spell that had tormented him for centuries) Wukong: "...t-they? Who's they?" DBK, shaking with tears and anger: "Many. Not just Heaven... if I moved to help or defend you in any way they'd... they threatened to... "take away what I had conquered". They treatened it long before you even surrendered to the Emperor." Wukong: "Wh-who? Who would threaten that? Who knew you'd defend me even if I had surrendered-" *goes quiet at a realisation left unsaid* "No..." DBK, eyes saddened: "Yes." Wukong, now angry-crying: "But... why?!" DBK, unsure himself: "I believe... some of them suspected that it wasn't truly Heaven we would have surrendered for. We are too much alike in many ways..." Wukong, taking in a deep breath: "The Emperor he'd- He said he'd- I'm sorry..." DBK: "I know he threatened to take Liu'er away from you. Anyone with a brain could deduce that." Wukong: *nods mournfully* DBK: *deep sigh* "I suppose I could have at least visited you... buddha knows Macaque did." Wukong: "Wait, you know about that?" DBK: "Of course! He visited your mountain nearly every year on the dot. Mostly to plant peach trees and sunflowers in the soil outside and pray for your swift release. Odds are he did not reveal himself due to your falling out- Xiandi are you ok!?" Wukong, realising that Macaque still loved him even then: "NO!!!!"

I love emotionally tormenting these characters. >:3

#slow boiled stone egg au #sun wukong #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull king #lmk aus #jttw aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #journey the west #jttw #angst tw #shadowpeach

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swiss-mrs · 3 months

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EDDIE MUNSON X SINCLAIR!READER

just me rambling on again about how Eddie loves a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

there's a 'face claim' under the cut because i said so. you've been warned

okay, listen here.

Ever since your family moved to Hawkins, life has been... different

You just turned 13 when your family uprooted to the small town in Indiana. Lucas was 10, and Erica was only 6.

It was a bit easier for your younger siblings to adjust, but you had to start fresh during your last year of middle school, going into high school. That sucked like a bitch.

Transitioning from a larger city with a decent mix of races to a predominantly white town was about as smooth as it sounded, not at all.

Though racism was not terrible, there were plenty of backhanded compliments, passive aggressiveness, and snarky comments.

You were always so "well-spoken", "well-mannered", "presentable".

You didn't "sound black".

You didn't "act black".

You were "pretty for a black girl."

Whatever the fuck that means.

You knew that begging your parents to move elsewhere was not an option, waste of time, so you always knew that the moment you had the chance, you weren't gonna stick around for too long.

Going into high school at the end of '82, just shy of a year after moving into Hawkins, was how yours and Eddie's paths crossed, just barely.

Since you could practically count on one hand how many black families were in Hawkins's population, not knowing one another by name was near impossible.

You know Jeff by proxy.

Your parents knew each other, and you were the same age, so of course you knew each other.

You wouldn't call him a friend per se, but you were friendly enough to exchange quick greetings in passing.

Jeff was with three older kids when you passed him in the hall.

A chubby, curly haired, white boy, a pale brunette girl, and a slim, lanky kid who looked like he was trying to grow out a bad haircut, all of which were decked out in jean and leather.

The polite smile and wave he gave made the lanky boy to turn and see who Jeff was waving at.

As soon as you caught each other's eyes, his curious expression turned into a lovestruck one.

You didn't pay much attention to it, though.

"Who is that?"

"Oh, no one. She's just the daughter of some friends of my parents."

Since you were in separate grades, you didn't regularly cross paths with any of the people you saw with Jeff often, but you did end up having an elective class with the brunette girl.

It was a couple of weeks in when you were partnered up with her for a project.

"Veronica is my government name. Call me Ronnie."

During lunch, Ronnie mentioned to Jeff how adorable you were.

"You got to meet her?!"

Ronnie would then go on about how you were so nice and polite, but you were also extremely smart and sassy.

She got to witness your wit first hand when you made a sneaky comeback at someone who gave one of those stupid 'for a black girl' comments.

"I think Eddie is going to blow a fuse."

"You got to meet HER?!"

The boy was starstruck every time you would unknowingly pass him in the hall or when he saw you from across the cafeteria.

"Would you just go up and talk to her, numbnuts?" Ronnie would say as she smacked the back of his head when she caught him staring a bit too hard.

"I can't just 'go up' to her!"

"The fuck not?"

He'd reply with silence, not really knowing what answer to give.

You were too good for him? He'd have no chance? You'd dismiss him? Reject him? What would he even say?

"I wouldn't know what to say..."

"Maybe try, 'Hello'."

He spent the next four years pining over you from a distance.

Now, in your senior year, you were more excited than anything to get out of this shit hole.

The cute super super senior with the loud mouth, long hair, and less than stellar reputation had always caught your eye, but you both still had yet to actually say anything to each other. Paths never crossing further than beyond the hallway.

You never bothered to make a move on him.

You were convinced that you weren't his type, or anyone's type for that matter, especially not here.

But you're both seniors now.

Much to Eddie's surprise and delight, you now had classes together.

He never once liked being in high school for longer than necessary, but here he was, oddly thankful for being held back.

Your schedules are almost completely aligned, save for the fact that you had a couple honors classes.

For the first few days of your senior year, Eddie was a ball of anxiety every time you were around.

He sat either behind or beside you in the back of all your shared classes.

It wasn't until one fateful Tuesday, in the second week of that school year, that your pen ran out of ink, and you finally said your first words to him.

"Hey, do you have a pen I can barrow?"

You were turned around in your seat to look at him behind you. He was stuck for a few beats before he blinked away his shock.

"Uh, y-yeah. Here." He handed you the very pen he was using to doodle in his notebook instead of actually taking notes.

The small smile and the gentle brush of your fingers against his nearly made his heart stop on the spot.

He was absolutely gone.

It was in that moment that he realized he'd never properly heard your voice before.

He wanted to hear it again.

You even remembered/bothered to give him his pen back at the end of that class.

He spent every single one of his classes for the remainder of that day coming up with a full ass tactical plan to approach you.

Every day that passed, he for some fucking reason just couldn't find the right moment to put his plan in action.

It wasn't until a few weeks later when you threw his plan through a loop.

You showed up to a Hellfire meet just as they were all leaving out the drama room.

He heard your voice coming from outside once some of the freshman members walked out the door.

"Hey, Baby Bro! How'd it go? Have fun?"

Eddie eyes widened, and he stilled for a second before he dropped what he was doing to rush out the door.

He tried to play off his stumbling by leaning against the wall right outside the door.

"Oh, Hey! You're in this club too?"

"This is Eddie. He leads the club." Your little brother's curly haired friend, Dustin, clarified immediately.

Before Eddie could give Dustin a look to 'shut the fuck up before he ruined his shot', you raised your brows with somewhat of an impressed look on your face.

"Oh, so you're Eddie."

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him want to melt into the floor.

All the false confidence he once had completely depleted, and he was back at a loss for words. Thank God you didn't leave room for him to make a fool of himself.

"The boys talk so highly of you. Thank you for looking after them for a couple hours after school. See you tomorrow!"

He watched, awestruck, as you walked away with your brother and his friends.

"Y-Yeah, no problem!" He'd finally yell after you a you made it to the exit doors.

You turned to wave bye before fully exiting the building to the mostly vacant parking lot.

Eddie waved back weakly.

"See you tomorrow." He says to himself in the empty hallway, still waving even after you couldn't see him anymore.

A cheesy grin would grow on his face as he went back into the drama room to collect his DM stuff.

"Holy shit. You actually exchanged words!" Jeff would say.

"~See you tomorrow~" Gareth mocks, clasping his hands together, resting them on his cheek and batting his eyelashes.

Eddie glares at the younger drummer. "Shut up, asshole."

Early October is when he finally leaned forward to ask you a question.

"Hey, I don't really understand what's going on. Could you help me?"

There it was.

You accepted, falling right into his hands.

His plan was now officially in motion.

You were smart and nice. Of course, you would help tutor him.

Eddie knew that would work.

You were well aware of his academic status, or rather lack thereof.

You couldn't help but let that little 'I can fix him' part of your teenage brain take over.

You really wanted to help him pass and graduate, ESPECIALLY since he reached out to you for help.

You couldn't say no. wtf

You two had spent all of October studying together.

Even though he was distracted by you most of the time and always going off topic to get to know you, he actually was kind of learning something.

A win-win for him.

"Hey, so, uh, you know, Halloween is right around the corner, and, uh, there's a special rescreening of 'Alien' this weekend. Would you, uh, you know, if you're into it, would you like to go see- watch it, like, with me, I mean?"

The question came at the end of your recent study/tutoring session.

Over the last few weeks, you had shown nothing but kindness towards Eddie. You two even had conversations with one another out in the open, outside of the safe privacy of the library.

He finally had the courage to ask you out.

You hesitated.

"Oh, uh..."

Your apprehension was not for the reason he was thinking, but it was enough for his mind to start caving in on itself.

"I mean, I just want to show you my appreciation, you know, for all your help. There's no- no pressure at all. I get it if you don't wanna be seen with me too much. I won't blame you."

His response takes you aback.

"Hold on. That's not what I was trying to get across at all."

Your firm tone made his chest tighten with anxiety. If that wasn't it, what was it? Did you have plans already? Maybe with a boyfriend? Shit, why didn't Eddie make sure to get your current relationship status out of you before asking.

"It's just that, uh, I'm kind of a... wuss... with scary movies. The sci-fi part of it seems intriguing enough, but I heard that it was pretty scary... The Boys snuck the VHS during one of their movie nights a couple years ago. I just remember Lucas being on edge for weeks after watching it." You chuckled nervously.

Eddie chuckles, relieved by your answer.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be there to protect you from all the monsters." The use of his DM voice at the end goes straight to the pit of your stomach like hot coals.

You hold back a girlish giggle, not wanting to show how much that effected you.

"Okay, fine, but if I fail our test due to a lack of sleep, I'm blaming you."

After you agree to go on a date with him, he fully unleashes his inner flirt.

His surprising change in attitude towards you makes butterflies erupt within you.

His overt flirting brings out your sassy side as you two go back and forth.

That movie-dinner date was the first of many.

Eddie wasn't huge on physical PDA.

He was always super respectful and reserved in public, but he almost always made a show of you.

"There she is! The most beautiful woman to ever exist!"

"Look at her. A goddess among us mortals!"

"Here she comes! Make way for the queen!"

You eventually got used to his over the top antics, going from telling his to "shut up" with a shy grin to just embracing your new 'royalty status' with your head held high and a bright smile.

You'd been dating for months.

Your tutoring actually helped raise Eddie's grades, especially after you told him how much you wanted him to graduate with you this year.

Come spring, Lucas is now unsuccessfully splitting his time between Hellfire and basketball.

When Dustin and Mike bring in the third Sinclair into the drama room, Eddie can't help but cave quickly once she shows off her dnd knowledge.

Erica definitely gets her sass from you, though she's a lot more blunt with it.

Eddie can't help but form a huge soft spot for her, even after the game is over.

While Erica, Dustin, and Mike were waiting in your car to leave, Eddie stopped you.

"So, you know, we've been dating for quite a while now-"

"Five months and counting." You beamed.

Eddie grinned happily. So, you were keeping count.

"Yeah, soon enough it'll be six, then seven, then ten, then 12, then-"

"OK, OK" you giggled. Eddie's smile only got bigger.

"So, I was wondering..." That shy boy who could barely ask you on a first date returns, bringing a soft grin to your face. "Do you... Would do... I... Will you be my... my girlfriend?"

"Of course." You smiled without missing a beat.

"Really?!"

As the news sunk deeper and deeper, it became harder and harder for him to physically contain his excitement.

He jumped up and down, grabbing you by the shoulders to pull you into a hug, bouncing up and down with you in his arms.

Your shared laughter filled the empty parking lot of Hawkins High.

From that moment on, the word 'girlfriend' was used in place of your own name for months.

"I'm convinced you've forgotten my name."

"I could never forget such a thing, girlfriend~"

He introduced you to metal music.

You introduced him to leave in conditioner.

You two were high school sweethearts, ones that would last forever.

🥹🥹🥹

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animusxy · 2 years

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Aemond Targaryen x Blind! Reader Pt. 5

Summary: When the reader begins to worry about her looks and what others think of her, she goes to Aemond to get an answer. This one is a bit smaller compared to the others. Female reader.

Requested: This was requested anonymously, and I love the idea of adding a pinch of unintentional angst into the story. I still need to make a scenario where the reader can experience his more unhinged side towards others.

Warnings: Just unintentional angst on Aemond's part, he tries to make it better.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 3.5 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5

So, I imagine they're probably around 15 years old in this.

You had started wondering not so long ago about your appearance.

For someone like yourself it was only natural.

And you were coming to an age where many girls were flowering into women and were being wed.

You'd always known that your chances of being wed were slim at most.

I mean, who really wanted to marry a blind girl?

It simply wasn't in their best interests to do that.

But you still wondered if perhaps your appearance would be enough, if someone would look past that fact that you were blind if they found you attractive enough.

Which was one of the most hypocritical things about you because you constantly told Aemond that someone would love him for his personality rather than his appearance.

Someone loving you or choosing you for your personality never truly crossed your mind. How often did people marry for love and still benefit from it?

Not very often.

Over the time you spent pondering this you began to grow more and more worried about the prospects of it.

You'd overheard people considering asking your parents for your hand in marriage, but they'd always talked about your blindness as a hinderance.

It sounded vain to ask yourself but, were you attractive? Or just plain and ugly?

No one had ever said anything about your looks, so you really had no clue of knowing.

So, it was only natural that you went to the person who saw you the most. Aemond.

The two of you were sat in the royal library. A place you weren't really supposed to be as it was intended for the royal family only.

Clue is in the name.

But who was going to say no to Aemond One Eye?

No one.

So that's why you were the exception to the rule.

Aemond was reading a book about one of the wars between the kingdoms of Westeros. One from before the time of Aegon the Conqueror.

Much like Aemond you found the topic utterly intriguing, but your mind was still on your own problem at hand.

A sigh from you caused Aemond to stop midsentence and to carefully close the book but making sure to keep the page that the two of you were on.

'Is something the matter?'

'Nothing that it is not trivial.' You'd responded.

'Regardless of whether it is trivial, it is still bothering you, is it not?'

'I suppose so...Aemond, I have a question to ask? Now don't laugh because it's a bit bizarre.'

'I won't, I swear it'

So, you asked him.

Were you pretty?

And got no response in return.

It was confusing to you. Aemond always responded to your questions.

You'd taken his silence as him trying to save your feelings by not responding to the question, but it hurt none the less.

However, this was not truly the case.

The truth was that Aemond was simply stunned into silence.

He hadn't thought of the fact that you might not know just how attractive you were.

Aemond thought you were the prettiest, most beautiful woman to live.

Definitely the most stunning, in the Seven Kingdoms. It was obvious, wasn't it?

Well, that might've been his blossoming crush on you speaking out, but it changed nothing in his mind.

He'd thought that people would be complementing you on this basis since you were young, or younger.

To hear that people had, in fact. not was a shock

Before he could respond to you properly, you were already leaving the room.

He figured that going to find you straight away, without knowing the proper words to say, may only make it worse if he spoke out of term.

So, first, he went to Helaena for advice.

She hit him over head when she heard what he'd done.

Before hammering in the idea that if he thought you were attractive, that he should just complement you so.

She told him that it was okay for him to tell her how beautiful you were, especially if you were feeling so insecure about it.

He'd only spent around 20 minutes with Helaena before he went to your room, which was next to hers, to apologise for his response and tell you honestly.

As soon as you let him into the room, he brought up the conversation again.

He could clearly see that this insecurity of yours was beginning to truly affect you and was upset in himself for letting it fester for so long.

'In truth, I was shocked to hear you say such a thing. I was under the impression that many were already complementing you on the basis of your appearance. You are...astoundingly beautiful, and I'm truly sorry for allowing you to believe otherwise for however long you've been doubting yourself and for the 20 minutes that I have been separated from you. 'Twas not my intention to upset or offend you when I did not respond. I hope that you will forgive me for this. You must understand, however, that both myself and Helaena believe you to be positively stunning. I'm aware that many others are as well. Please do not allow this insecurity of yours to burden you any longer. You know that I would never lie to you on the basis of such things.'

At first, you'd asked Aemond why he was apologising as if he had done something so heinous, but he could see tears of gratitude beginning to form in your eyes.

Naturally, he pulled you in for a gentle hug after asking for permission (touch was an even more intimate thing when you couldn't see who was touching you) in the hopes of making you feel better about the situation.

He need not remind you a second time. You knew that Aemond would never lie to you about something like sight.

Something you would forever lack whether you liked it or not.

Initially you'd thought it was just Aemond being a good person, but Aemond saw it slightly differently in his mind.

Why should you be left in the dark about something that himself, and many others, can see so clearly?

He meant this about the world in general but also about what he saw in you.

A truly kind, generous, and beautiful person.

Another, kind-of, short one I'm afriad. I'm studying for the TSA IYKWIM

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fushiglow · 4 months

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If JJK characters were in Non- Curse world, what would their job be if not become Jujutsu Sorcerer (in your opinion)? Why? Please pick your top 5 fav characters...

I love you for asking this, anon ♥ It's an opportunity to wax lyrical about something I've given a great deal of thought! These are my instinctive answers, although I could make arguments for a number of other professions for each of them depending on the life choices they made in this hypothetical non-curse world — but we don't need to get into that! So, here I go (in no particular order):

Yūta is an emergency paediatric surgeon

When he was young, he made the decision to become a trauma surgeon after losing his childhood friend in a car accident. He spent some time in hospital as a child and he knows what a scary place it can be for children, so he always does his best to make his patients smile when he's checking in on their progress.

He's brilliant at what he does — a once in a generation talent — but that doesn't mean he can save everyone. It's heartbreaking work on a good day, but when he's been at work for approaching 30 hours and he feels like he wants out, he looks at the photo of Rika in his locker and finds the strength to go on.

Kenjaku is a performer

If the average Japanese human enjoys at least 80 rotations around the sun, why waste them by playing the same role every time? That's Kenjaku's outlook on life — which is why they chose to go into acting. However, they quickly became bored by other people's narrow view of the world, dissatisfied by the limits of everyone else's imagination.

Nowadays, Kenjaku marches to the beat of their own drum in a one-person show. There are more than ten roles available, all of them played by Kenjaku — who is also the writer, producer, and director. Critics can't decide whether it's madness or sheer brilliance.

Megumi is a vet

He's grumpy with humans, especially if they're irresponsible pet owners. However, he's soft as anything with the animals, and his regular clients trust him implicitly with their beloved furry family members — because it's obvious how much they love him.

Megumi is really good at his job, but he's guilty of taking his work home with him and finds it difficult not to get emotionally attached to the animals he's treating, even after years in the profession. Although he'd never hesitate to make difficult decisions, the unique ethical dilemmas his job presents take a toll on his wellbeing — especially when human cruelty or indifference come into play.

Suguru is a school teacher

Teaching is neither recognised nor appreciated by most people. However, although Suguru had the brains to follow his friends into their highly respected fields, he couldn't imagine anything more rewarding than doing his part to ensure that the next generation have an easier time of things than he did at the same age.

He tries to be the person he needed when he was at school: a pillar of support for struggling children who have no one else on their side. Unfortunately, the school system seems determined to hurt the very children it's supposed to support, and some of the parents go out of their way to undermine any positive developments he makes with their child — not to mention the terrible pay and working conditions!

Satoru is a physicist

But he could have done anything he put his mind to. In fact, that's the only thing Satoru ever really found difficult in life: choosing one path to follow. Sometimes, he wishes he'd become a musician or a historian or an athlete, but in the end, nothing captured his imagination quite like the limitless bounds of the universe.

He's younger than most of his peers in the field, and his revolutionary ideas (alongside his casual disregard for traditional academic hierarchies) get him in trouble more often than not. However, he's a certified genius, and popular with the media, too. He's doing a lot to improve the image of physicists among the general public — which translates to more funding for research. That keeps them out of his hair, most of the time at least!

These are too obvious, but I thought I'd mention them anyway:

Yūji is a firefighter who remembers the names and faces of every single person he couldn't save.

Shōko is a pathologist who devotes herself to improving the diagnosis and treatment of disease, often at the expense of her own health and wellbeing.

Because they're *also* huge nerds, I imagine Sukuna and Yuki as physicists in slightly different fields to Gojō:*

Yuki is a brilliant mind, but she doesn't live up to her potential because she hates the oppressive nature of academia. In fact, she vocally criticises it and goes out of her way to undermine it, to the chagrin of all the old stuffy professors who try to discredit her at every opportunity.

Sukuna, like Gojō, is a genius who's fascinated by what he doesn't know, shaking up the field with his cutting edge (lol) ideas. I like to imagine the pair of them getting into heated arguments at conferences, though they both have enormous (albeit grudging) respect for each other.

*As long as Sukuna is, you know, ~normal~ in this hypothetical non-curse world. Otherwise, he'd be a chef that moonlights as a sadistic serial killer lol.

Thank you for the extremely fun question, I had the time of my life! I hope you enjoy my answers ♥

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judasgot-it · 2 months

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You know what I’ve been thinking these days? If jouno had the chance to see how his workmates faces are. But I think when he became a hunting dog, he was already a hunting dog

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OMG WAIT I've had headcanons about this.

I think jouno has ideas of what they look like, but they might be like. kinda off in some way.

like, i think teruko is probably the most accurate - shes a little girl in his head who looks a little annoying. the only thing that's off is her hair, i think he just assumes its black. same with her eyes.

if he ever did see her. wow. he wouldn't be too surprised but also he'd be mad about being called 'annoying peppermint bitch' all the time i bet - like, she has pink hair. really? at that point she was just making fun of herself.

fukuchi is also close i bet. teruko probably describes him in GREAT detail, but i dont think he REALLY knows some details. like how muscular fukuchi is (his six pack abs? his titties?) or how weird his hair is or his grinning face

he probably thinks he looks younger than he does. so seeing him would be weird. and i think he'd notice how sad fukuchi really is like, straight away. he is perceptive, it just his brain.

also he would probably be forced to watch fukuchis movies if he gained sight all of a sudden. he would hate it very very very much.

i like to think he's CONVINCED tecchou is ugly as hell sometimes. like, no way is he remotely attractive. why is he like that if he could get laid, right? bro uses the saddest bar soap alive, he has to have something weird

people tell him tecchou is hot, but he refuses.

then he sees him and is pissed as hell because:

bro has the ugliest ass haircut alive. he knows its long, but he was unaware tecchou thought that was a good idea

he has facial tattoos?

His eyelashes?

he never smiles? he knows he's happy or not from his heartbeat, but him not smiling? it's so weird to watch it. jouno now knows why he is asked by others if tecchou is mad or not - no one can tell by his face

he isn't ugly.

the worst is tachihara because i think jouno thinks he's like. a real delinquent - the kind who has a shaven head and a beaten lip and eyes that show that he killed a man

but no. tachihara just looks 19. he looks like a kid who plays pokemon. i think jouno would be disappointed - he doesn't look aggressive at all. jouno would steal his lunch money if he was still in a gang. he felt disappointed the most there, i think.

anyway idk, i think there would also be a heartfelt aspect too it but i remember some blind dude on youtube who mentioned that if he got his eyesight back (he was born blind tho, so he never really saw like. ever) then it would take him like weeks probably to adjust to seeing since he spent years orientation his life around a life without vision.

i think jouno would struggle to just be able to see, since his senses are so heightened. i think maybe he could see on a microscopic level or something if he got it back. or maybe not, these are just ramblings though

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visd3stele · 2 years

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Hi I wanted to ask for a request where the reader is rhaenyra sister and she is married to harwin but loves Criston cole and when rhaenyras goes to present Joffrey to Alicent the reader is there and criston comforts the reader because of Harwin and rhaenyra affair

oh, yeaaaah! i can work with this. sorry it took so long. acting college is tough, man. but in the good, good, best way possible :)))

tw: ANGST, post natal pain, cheating, forced marriage, pregnancy, birth, lmk if there's anything to add here.

Not so strong

Y/n Strong.

The name tasted weird on your lips. Even worse in your mind. No musicality. No rhythm. It was, ironically, weak. Not like the imposing sound of Y/n Targaryen.

Not like the romantic dream of Y/n Cole. Simple, yes. Far less important than Strong. But it bear the scent of spring as you mouthed it along the jumpy steps you took along the autumnal garden. And it sounded like the clink of small, soft jewels discarded on the table from behind, a lover's hands caressing the heated, sensitive skin.

Ser Criston Cole. A knight. He made himself remarkable, a gem between the dust and rock of his family's name.

Harwin Strong. A knight. Loyal. Valuable. And most importantly the offshoot of a long line of highly regarded men.

Your father's choice has been simple, really. Your heart needed Criston Cole. Your title, House and position demanded Ser Harwin.

Viserys thought of Rhaenyra first. But as word of her affair with your uncle, Daemon, got out, you were presented on the silver plate. The younger Targaryen princess from the King's first marriage.

A big event was needed to make people forget of the ill spoken rumors of your sister. Even though your father and Ser Strong senior much preferred Rhaenyra and Harwin together, a powerful couple, the future Queen and King consort of Westworld, all of you understood the delicate situation. A rightful marriage between an unblemished dragon princess and an honorable man of an old House would tame the spirits and give each family the benefits the sought.

The years passed. Too many. Too few. Time became a broken mill instead of a well oiled wheel. Sometimes moving faster, other times... the sun burned your skin, brain, muscles, every fiber of your soul until it descended. And the moon sang pitiful wails inspired by and dedicated to you.

Your husband: fast asleep by your side. Laying on his back, a hand beneath his head and another on his chest. Legs sprawled, making you squirm in yourself on your quarter of the bed. Making you think of Criston. And how he'd hold you close, back so far pressed into his chest you could feel his lungs grasping for air. Thumbs rubbing, even in his sleep, the skin of whichever body part they rested on – tummy, arms, neck, collarbone, breasts, calf, knee, cunt. His warm breath in the sticky, sweaty back of your neck, pleasantly cooling it off.

In the years you spent with him, you learned to be friends with Harwin. Making your duty as his wife, guilty picturing Criston in his stead. He has stopped seeing you in your chambers after your wedding. You stopped calling for him. It was the right thing to do, you both knew that. The moral thing to do. It didn't sooth the ache knowing so.

Even worse, your relationship chilled like deserted valleys, abandoned houses. A nod from the head if you gave and get passing each other around the Court and you'd think yourselves lucky.

You tried to love him. Harwin. You really did. And you thought that once you have fallen pregnant with his child, you would. But the bairn was born and your heart started to beat for her, her father forgotten. Four pregnancies later and you loved all of your children as you never knew your heart could behold. Forever growing, forever expanding the limits you imagined you had in your feelings.

But in the spot their father should have been, another man was nurtured in the same amount of love, bathed in passion and lust. Ser Cole thought your daughters how to fight in secrecy. Ser Cole made sure your son respects his elders – women included – mother and sisters. When Harwin was too busy with his two nephews, the bundle of joy born from the Realm's Delight and her husband, your cousin Laenor, Criston made sure all the other children, overseen and ignored by their fathers, grandparents and nobles, felt loved, supported, appreciated, powerful.

You have suspected your husband and your sister were having an affair from even before their first son was born. Then, the thought made your blood boil. How come they can enjoy their lives, live their hearts' desires, and you had to dance by the music played for you by unfair poets?

Later, the thought pained you. You tried and tried and tried to make your marriage work. Making yourself available, enjoyable, pleasuring your husband to your best qualities and a bit more. And it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not your sleepless nights, not your teary eyes, not even the rage muffled in an echoless chamber. Your sacrifice, taken for granted. Your wishes, ignored, pushed aside. All the while Rhaenyra and Harwing didn't bother notice the sweat privillage they owned.

Why couldn't he try too? Make the half of a step you left vacant for him to do? At least for the kids, if not for you (your sanity, your well being, your spirit). Why do you have to be alone when he isn't expected to?

The lords and ladies noticed too. The resemblance of Rhaenyra's kids to their uncle. The cold distance between you and your husband. People talked of your children heritage as they did of your sister's. But she was the realm's delight, the king's favorite, your husband's chosen. Their kids' mistakes of being born out of wedlock could be forgiven. Yours, not. And it wasn't even the case as you never laid with Criston since your marriage and if the masses would be kind enough to look twice at your girls and son, they'd see how well the Targaryen and Strong genes mixed. How glowing the purple eyes looked behind brown strands of hair.

But your and your own's was the sufferrance. You had gotten used to it.

Or you thought you did, at least. Until the third son of your cheating husband was born to your traitorous sister. It was when you and Queen Alicent were discussing a potential marriage between your little man and her only daughter when the news reached your ears. Without a thought to spare, the young wife of the decaying King called for the baby to be brought to her. Knowing your sister, she most likely would show up herself.

The passing thought to leave turned to disgust for your own self. You have been putting up with this pain for so long in silence, it was time you made the world aware of it. Why hide, when you did nothing wrong?

But the Targaryen stubbornness paired with the dragon fire of hurt born anger cheated you this time. As the baby whimpers echoed on the hallow hall, your heart shrunk. Collapsed under the weight of yet another child your husband loved more than you own. Yet another baby born out of love in your crippled, pained, broken family, Love that was denied for you. Love that only two people in the castle could enjoy and the fate made it so it wasn't you, nor Cole.

You thought you can take it. Another pierce in your bleeding chest. But you were wrong. As soon as the door opened and the ravished form of your sister limped in, chin held high, cries of pain muffled by sheer force of will; as soon as you saw the reddened skin of the small body in her arms, hot with yells and cries, framed by Harwin's locks and eyes, you crumbled inward.

Your feet carried away away like a swift blow of wind. Unknowing of what they left behind, in the all of a sudden too crammed room. So fast you ran and so aimlessly you disheveled around the castle's grounds, you didn't even realize when you knocked into a wall.

You barely, slowly came to your senses to conclude it wasn't a wall at all. But a chest. A knight's chest, judging by the scaly metal plate you bruised your forehead into.

"Sorry," you mumbled softly. Knowing that all the tears you swallowed back would either cascade the moment you work your vocal chords, or choke you the second you open your mouth.

As you avoided looking up at the knight, or anywhere but the ground at all, his voice stopped your heart and stiffened your body the second your ears caught it.

"It's quite alright, princess. Everything is fine?"

The concern in his tone, the love still lingering there, so clearly, so close and yet out of reach. Your eyes spilled your secrets before you could nod and pass him by.

"Y/n," Criston seemed to forget about the moral code he wants to live by, forget about the position you both were in. His hand, as if it had its own mind, wrapped around you on the instant, bringing you close to his chest. His free palm rubbed your head from the crown of your hair to the nip at the back of your neck.

You cried harder. Sounds now joining the tears. Sobs so husky, so rough scratching with shar claws the walls of your burning throat. Soon, hiccups shook your body with an unusual strength and violence.

"Y/n, my life, my love, you are scaring me." Criston tried to take a step back, analyze your face. He only meant to cup your swollen, hot cheeks in his palms, wipe your tears with his thumbs, perhaps even kiss away the unnecessary heat from your forehead and upper lip. But you clung to him, to the safety and comfort of his arms, his hug - so familiar, so deeply missed - his scent - a balm to your sore soul - his voice and presence, grounding you, strengthening you even in the absence of words.

So Criston complied. He froze you both in time, covering your body with his and his own with his cloak. And you stayed there for skies knows how long. Just the two of you, tangled in the dreams and flames of your love. True affection. Pure desires.

No words were needed between you and your knight. Speaking never filled the silence for the two of you. It was but an extention of it. Of the feels and comfort. Of the tangible untouchable that is real human connection.

A long time after your tears had dried and the violent waved of sorrow and woe left your body you remained there. Criston might as well have fallen asleep, such still and relaxed he was. But he was awake. very much so. Catching every spasm of your quietening form, every ragged breath turning normal again, every vibrating fibre reminding him of your neverending love. And he secured them in the treasure chest of his mind.

"Harwin and Rhaenyra had another baby."

"I've heard."

"I've seen him."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't think I am anymore. Just tired."

"Your kids are advancing quickly in their lessons. And they excell in everything they put their mind to do. So their teacher praise."

"Our kids," you whispered and he understood. He has been more a father for them than their actual one. And if not for the ugly fangs of the Court, they'd call him father too.

"Thank you." For loving him, for gifting him this immense honor: your kids. For still thinking of him with the same warmth and ponding heart even after all these years.

"Thank you," you finally looked up into those glassy black eyes. I love you, it sounded more like. And the secret of your escaped day together dissipated in the air, sealed by a certain, full kiss.

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rottenrewards · 8 days

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NICK ROBINSON . MALE . HE/HIM -ELLIOT WEAVER was blasting PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS BY KID CUDI on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the TWENTY-NINE year old LOTTERY WINNER has been given a reputation of being GLUM , but also GENEROUS . A WORN OUT WALLET THICK WITH DOLLAR BILLS, THE CONSTANT SPINNING OF A CAROUSEL, SUBSCRIPTIONS TO EVERY DATING APP + [ MAD, 27, THEY/THEM, PST]

Name: Elliot Timothy Weaver Nicknames: Eli (preferred name), Ellie, E.T. Age: 29 Birthday: October 15th, 1994 FC: Nick Robinson Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him/His Sexuality: Bisexual Height: 5′11 Blood Type: A+ Build: Medium Vices: Cannabis, Alcohol, Cigarettes Favorite Colors: Red & Orange

History

Elliot grew up entirely average. Greatness wasn't in store for the middle Weaver child. His older brother was a football star and his younger sister was a pageant queen and as a result his parents attention was usually used up in pursuing his siblings dreams. Elliot never minded much. His nose was typically buried in a book as he was dragged along for support to his siblings endeavors. As he grew up the more Eli branched out on his own. He found himself friends with the band geeks and nerds more than the popular crowd his family was drawn to. He was never prom royalty but he also never wanted to be and he was entirely content. He had a girlfriend whom he loved and friends who he could depend on, what more could he ask for? When Elliot graduated high school he decided to stick around in Amarillo. The town might be small but it was his home and after a few years at the local community college he got a job in auto insurance. He was still with the same girl from high school who he proposed to at the age of twenty-six after being together for ten years. Life was good for Eli and he saw his whole future ahead of. Marriage, a couple of kids running around, and a small house he'd call home, maybe even a white picket fence. All of that changed one fateful afternoon in August of 2023. Elliot came home on his lunch break only to catch his fiance with another man. He was heartbroken and the simple life he'd had planned for himself was ruined. The engagement was off then and there and Eli quickly spun downward. Life had gone to shit. His fiance moved out (and in with the guy she'd been cheating with) and Elliot spent most nights drinking and wallowing in self pity. Things couldn't have gotten any worse and miraculous it didn't. Almost two months after his break up Elliot's life would change again. He was never much of a gambler but one night when buying cigarettes he decided to purchase a lottery ticket from the gas station. Never in Eli's wildest dreams did he expect to actually win but he did. 16.8 million dollars to be exact. His life changed overnight once again. His achievement became the biggest story to hit Amarillo history in the last 20 years and it seemed everyone who'd ever known Elliot was coming out of the woodwork including his ex. Everyone put a bad taste in his mouth and after he'd been coerced into giving away nearly a million dollars to various different people in a very short period of time Elliot went into hiding. He could no longer trust the people closest to him as they all seemed to turn green with envy or fat with greed. His new found wealth made him incredibly lonely and forced him to outgrow his town he'd once called home. Being a Texas boy through and through he found it difficult to leave the state and how he wound up 7 hours south down in Austin. He'd always wanted to visit the city and he figured now was as good a time as any to check it out for a while.

Headcanons

Elliot's life is a mess. He's still recovering from his recent breakup over the summer and now that he's a millionaire he really doesn't know how to act. One minute he's celebrating and the next he's crying because his Spotify Wrapped playlist reminds him of home.

He is the embodiment of the meme "If I ever win the lottery I won't tell anybody but there will be signs". He doesn't boast about his wealth but he's definitely treating himself and is very generous with his money. He has been known to give 50% to 100% tips at businesses around town.

He's stopped doing laundry all together. Now he simply donates his clothes and buys new ones when he needs them. Laundry has always been his least favorite chore and now that he doesn't have to clean his clothes he won't.

He spontaneously drops twenty dollar bills around just to brighten people's days.

There's always a pile of packages waiting for him at his mailbox. Half the time he doesn't know what he's ordered because he's developed a late night spending habit whenever he can't sleep.

#atxfm.intro

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daiyu-amaya · 11 days

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Figured I'd share a little thing 😉

J'onn watched Batman as he sipped coffee, filling out paperwork from the latest mission with the Justice League. The silence other than Batman moving minutely or sipping his coffee was calming. But, that was something he wasn't used to anymore...Sharing companionable silence. The last person he'd done that with that had felt similar to this was M'yri'ah, which sent a shock through him. Did he really feel that close to Bruce? They had spent more time together, but it was for a mission...Yet he could not deny he'd learned about Bruce and the rest of his family. How they took their coffee for instance if they drank coffee even. What they did for fun, he'd been included and it had been amazing to feel so apart of a family again. Of course, they had completed the mission and arrests had been made. But going back to the way things had been would be harder than he'd expected. "You're thinking too hard over there J'onn." He blinked and Batman had a ghost of a smile on his face, something he'd learned to read from the other man. As much as his family likes to say he never smiled they all knew he did. "Too? I suppose." He sat at the table a few seats away from Batman as the other man had files scattered around him at his spot and J'onn didn't want to disrupt the organized chaos that was Batman's workspace. "You're welcome in my home any time J'onn." He blinked and wondered how Batman had even realized that was what he'd been thinking of. "Oh?" Batman nodded, fingers tapping away at the keyboard but still clearly invested in conversing with him. "The family was thankful for your presence." But it sounded like he-Batman was thankful...Because he distracted the younger ones or because Batman was able to be fully himself in front of someone who wasn't his family? "If anyone should be thankful it should be me, it has...Been a long time since I allowed myself to join in human activities." Or rather people he would spend time with, to do simple human activities like watching movies or hiking. Mind the Hiking had been more work than not, but Dick and Tim said it was fun even though they hadn't found any clues for the mission. Batman's frown told him that the man wasn't happy with that answer, but it had been truthful which J'onn knew was something Batman appreciated. "Everyone would be glad if you showed up then from time to time, I know Nightwing and Red Robin were planning more things to do with you in mind." That was rather thoughtful of the duo, and it pleased him to know that others thought of him. But something nagged at him, why would Batman mention any of this? He was usually much more reserved and would have waited for the boys to invite him rather than tell him, that they had thought about him while making plans. "I take it you?" Batman sighed and nodded. "It...Normally when someone comes to my home it's...An invasion, but I didn't feel that way with you there."

#Keep in mind I haven't seen much #justice league #martianbat #dc #fanfiction #creative writing #my writing #honestly what the fuck #my muses are a pain for sticking me with another ship lol #martian manhunter #batman #writblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writeblr #writers

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mitskijamie · 7 months

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Do you think roy has always been attracted to men? Does he acknowledge it or even know? How would the realization go for him? Would he label himself?

I definitely think he's always been attracted to men, but I don't think he let himself lean into it until he was in his 30's. I've always thought of him as a late bloomer, because he's spent his entire life in such a hypermasculine/homosocial space, and I don't think he would have even felt like it was an option until the cultural shift + his leaving Chelsea in the 2010's. He's Roy Kent - he's like thee symbol of the last generation of the old guard unflinching, aggressive, hypermasculine footballers ("they don't make them like Roy anymore"), and he doesn't think of himself as someone who could ever be gay. He struggles with forming an identity outside of football and I think it'd be hard for him to really think about who he is and whether it's different than how he's perceived by the public until he had left Chelsea and people started to move on to younger names and stop obsessing about him all the time

I honestly have no idea how the realization would happen. I'm open to hearing everyone's ideas 😌

I don't think he would label himself, or at least not for a while. I think he'd struggle with verbalizing his feelings towards men at all, and trying to figure out which exact box he fits into is like. Not at the top of his priority list. I'm really into the idea of Roy as a gay man, but I can also see him as bisexual with a strong preference for men. Brett says Roy never really had relationships with women before Keeley, and to me his interest in women in canon seems pretty shaky + very much tied up in Jamie, so idk if it's genuine, but I can see him being into the occasional woman here and there, namely Keeley. So he might not be quite sure whether to call himself gay or bi and just decide (as usual) that he's not going to say anything about it and just scowl

#ask #roy kent #hypermasculine hypermasculine hypermasculine homosocial hypermasculine homosocial. <- me doing any meta of this show #I'm 100% a jamie scholar so I don't really have a lot of fully fleshed out roy hcs nd I always love clicking more pieces together #so <3 ty

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ammy246 · 8 months

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While Narusasu will always be my otp, if I had to choose for Sasuke to end up with a woman, I would've picked Hinata over Sakura. Yes, it's true they never really interacted. However, there is a lot of potential.

Hinata lost Neji while Sasuke lost Itachi. The two of them could've met at the graveyard, and bonded knowing there's someone out there who understands what they are going through. Hinata was never shown to have a grudge against Sasuke for everything he has done, and she was also never one of his obsessive fangirls so he'd be more open to talking to her than other women. Hinata is the head of her clan yet is not as strong as Neji was or her younger sister Hanabi, so perhaps Sasuke would help train her. Hinata would be calm and easy to talk to, allowing Sasuke to feel comfortable and maybe even open up to her after awhile. As time passed, he'd think "what was the dope thinking ignoring a beautiful and strong woman like this?" and that's when he'd realize there was more to his feelings, and start suppressing them, because how could someone so good possibly love him? Meanwhile, Hinata would realize she was thinking about Sasuke way more than Naruto and enjoying the time she spent with him. She'd also grow protective and hate when her friends hate on him for having been a traitor, and they'd point this out to her, making her realize how much she truly loves him.

Now I'll address the elephant in the room; Naruto Uzumaki. Hinata confessed to Naruto, however he never addressed those feelings, or showed signs of returning them. Hinata felt awkward, and didn't confront him. However, Sasuke eventually convinced Naruto to stand up because he hated watching Hinata be sad over this unrequited love. Naruto admits he was never in love with Hinata and viewed her as a friend, but has feelings for Sakura, and never confessed because she still loved Sasuke. Sasuke says he does not love Sakura and convinces Naruto to consider confessing to her. Naruto agrees, and apologizes to Hinata for not being in love with her, and hopes for her to find someone who makes her happy. Hinata is sad the man she loved rejected her, but says "Ok" with a smile on her face, and tells Naruto to do the same. Sasuke is there for Hinata as she cries, and resents his best friend for making her cry, but realizes he is just as guilty for how he treated Sakura, making him resolve to finally end her delusions of falling for him. He eventually does confront Sakura, which results in her punching him in the face for all the pain he ever caused her, then running away. She later on apologizes for this, but he forgives her, because he knows he did more than enough to deserve it. Things stop being weird between them, and two eventually start becoming friends. Naruto eventually confesses to Sakura, and the two later on reveal to Sasuke and Hinata that they are together.

Hinata and Sasuke would grow closer overtime. The two would be hesitant at first; Sasuke didn't know how to love while Hinata was afraid her new love would be doomed like her previous. Sasuke felt like he didn't deserve Hinata, and Hinata was afraid to get too close. They grieved together, and started healing together. Eventually, the boundaries between them began to close. Hinata's happy someone returns her feelings while Sasuke doesn't have to keep his walls up around someone for a change. The two are inseparable, and other people are starting to notice.

Many villagers would not approve of their relationship- at least at first. For starters, Sasuke would really have to prove himself, because the Hyuuga would not want a traitor marrying into the family. They would eventually consider it, because the idea of a Hyuuga/Uchiha child would be really appealing. They will also notice how Sasuke has been a good influence on Hinata, and that she has grown stronger because of him, which redeems him in their eyes. Hinata may not marry Naruto which would've been preferable because of his Hokage status, but she married a strong and capable man who helped her become strong and confident as opposed to weak and shy like she once was and If they had any children, they would certainly become the most powerful in the village. As for the general citizens, they would not be trusting of Sasuke at first, but Hinata would help appease them, especially since the marriage would be willing and not arranged. How could Sasuke Uchiha be a monster if someone as lovable as Hinata Hyuuga loved him and was happy by his side?

The two eventually get married, and have a child. Their child grows up to be one of the most powerful ninjas the village has seen in centuries, and restores honor to the Uchiha name while leaving a good legacy behind for the Hyuuga. As parents, Hinata is kind and encouraging while Sasuke is quiet but guiding. The child would be judged for being an Uchiha but praised for his Hyuuga side, and their goal would be to make everyone accept both parts of their bloodline. Sasuke would eventually advise them on the Uchiha clans past failures and do his best to ensure his child never falls to the darkness while ensuring they had parents to come home to. Hinata would do her best to help them become a leader, and ensure they knew how to be strong when it counted most, but also kind to those around them.

#naruto shippuden #sasuhina

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totallyexhausted · 9 months

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I love the idea of...

Kagiura getting sick after a game (like he knew he had a fever but didn't think it was that bad until he basically collapsed on his bed after the game - he wanted to play - Hirano is like, what the hell is wrong with you? Kagi? Hey, you okay? ---- calls Kagi an idiot when he realizes the younger is sick and has been all day --- also slightly blames himself because Kagiura is his Kouhai and it's Hirano's job to look out for him/ "care" for him...); and progressively getting worse throughout the night. Hirano being his worried self and making him see a doctor the next morning (Saturday); like maybe Hirano goes with him because the younger is pretty out of it... basically after the appointment, Hirano lets Kagiura sleep, waking him up because he needs to eat something (the kid hasn't had anything in his stomach since sometime yesterday - he's been puking all night - maybe at some point, Hirano sits with him in the bathroom because the younger is really sick. Kagiura mumbling something like, "I need to lay down," and inches closer towards the floor, and Hirano is like, "Hey!? Wait a second!" and he moves closer so the 16-year-old can lay his head in Hirano's lap. Kagi in and out, Hirano running his fingers through his hair gently, commenting on the kid's temperature, laughing softly when Kagiura "wakes up," looking confused at Hirano like wtf are you doing here). And like, up until this point, Hirano tried his best to be quiet so the younger could sleep; he tried studying and reading but he couldn't concentrate, he texted a few people, talked with his parents for a few, talked to Hanzawa a little bit (Hanzawa asked if Hirano would feel more comfortable in Kagiura was in the infirmary but Hirano was like, there isn't much of a point now because if he was going to get sick, he was going to get sick), and then basically zoned out for a few hours because his thoughts were everywhere, and he was having trouble concentrating on anything other than Kagiura. Kagi is freaking Hirano out a little bit (like Hirano has seen Kagiura sick, sure, because Kagi is always sick, but this is different- this is puking, high fever sick) so Hirano is freaking out a little/ over thinking everything. Kagiura's quiet and more stubborn, he's not "sushine and sparkles" and it's freaking the 17-year-old out slightly because he's never seen this side of the younger before... it's foreign territory.

I like the idea that Hirano kneels next to Kagiura (the younger has been asleep since they got back - the clinic gave him some fluids to help bring his temperature down, but it could take a while to kick in). Hirano calls Kagiura's name softly, running his fingers through the younger's sweaty hair. Kagi groans, wrinkling his nose but doesn't open his eyes...

"Kagi-kun," Hirano said gently, running his fingers through the younger's hair again, his knuckles brushing against the uncomfortable warmth settled on the basketball player's forehead. Kagiura groaned again, opening his eyes slowly, blinking a few times as he met Hirano's gaze.

"Morning," Hirano whispered, a small smile breaking out over his face, his fingers still steady in the younger's hair. Kagiura blinked again, his voice small and rough, "H-Hira-no?"

The older hummed, smiling again, his fingers trailing down to the younger's earlobe slowly. A door slams outside, a few yells in the hallway along with Hanzawa's voice bleeding through the gap under the door as he told someone to keep it down.

Kagiura swallowed, coughing softly as Hirano's fingers moved back through his hair; the older boy waiting for the younger to fully wake up. Hirano bit his bottom lip as Kagiura groaned again, turning slightly away from the older as he pulled the blankets further under his chin.

"You need to eat something, Kagi-kun," Hirano said, gesturing towards the rice porridge on the table behind him. He wasn't entirely sure what the younger would be able to stomach considering he'd spent most of the night with his head in a trashbin or lying on the bathroom floor; but the clinic had made it clear that the 16-year-old shouldn't take anymore meds on an empty stomach. Besides, Hirano's parents mentioned that Kagiura would need to eat something so any meds he took wouldn't just be sitting in his stomach.

The 16-year-old shook his head slowly, "M' not hungry."

Hirano nodded, "I know. But you still need to eat. I-I can't give you any more meds until you eat something. Come on, I'll help you up. "

Kagiura eyed him as the 17-year-old grasped for the blankets, pulling them back slightly. He smirked as the 16-year-old shivered, reaching for the blankets to pull them back over him, his movements slow and uncoordinated. He threw his hand out, his fingers ghosting over the material as Hirano caught his hand, yanking Kagiura up slowly as the younger groaned loudly, pitching forward slightly until his head smacked against the older's shoulder...

Basically, Hirano sits next to Kagiura on his bed while the younger eats a few bites of the food Hirano had brought him. Kagiura really doesn’t feel well, and Hirano feels bad about that but he’s also finding this Kagi kind of adorable because he’s acting so childish. The 16-year-old leaning against Hirano roughly, his head on Hirano's shoulder, shivering against the cold air pricking his sweaty skin; Hirano gently nudging him every now and then as the younger struggles to stay awake, making sure he eats (maybe Hirano feeds him *COUGH COUGH*)... Kagi getting through about 4-5 bites before he refuses more, Hirano negotiating with him to take a few more bites before giving Kagi meds and letting the kid go back to sleep (maybe fall asleep with his head in Hirano's lap or shoulder.)

Hirano eats his lunch too and ends up falling asleep, either on the floor next to Kagiura, his head leaning against the younger's bed like Miyano when Sasaki was sick, or in his own bed... of course the peace doesn't last long and a few short hours later, Hirano wakes up to Kagiura retching loudly, puking on the floor, himself, his fever spiking. He could continue getting sick/ worse for a few hours or just this once as the night before had been rough too... but i like the whole it gets worse before it gets better thing. The younger crying out because he's worked himself up emotionally and he starts crying because he feels really bad and he's sorry and stuff (like i love the idea of Kagiura vomiting in front of Hirano or on and then freaking out/ crying because not only does he feel bad but he's embarrassed and feels gross and he only seems to be getting worse and HIrano has been so nice in dealing with him but he shouldn't have to because who would want to deal with a sick person - i mean who wouldn't feel embarrassed about puking in front of the person they're in love with - and Hirano being like, wtf, it's fine, forget about it and let me help you, you idiot (you don’t need to be embarrassed here, Kagi-kun. It’s okay) and during Kagiuras panic attack/ in order to get the younger to calm down enough or grasp his attention from turning into a full blown emotional meltdown, Hirano calls Kagi by his first name (which grabs the youngers attention for a few seconds before he cries harder- reaching for the older) ... Hirano cleaning him up and cooling him off, panicking internally, and laying with the younger either in Kagiura's bed (or Kagiura laying in Hirano's bed - maybe the kid was sick and Hirano stripped his bed to wash the sheets/ comforter - he lets Kagiura take his bed because Hirano isn't a monster), comforting the 16-year-old until he falls asleep, calms down. Kagiura either wrapped in Hirano's arms, or his head laying on the older's chest or stomach; Hirano feeling protective over the younger as he falls asleep, his breathing ragged and uneven from fever, his fingers gripping the older's shirt weakly. Hirano tries moving away when he thinks the younger falls asleep, and Kagiura grabs his hand, whimpering softly for the older to "stay, please...."

Basically, they fall asleep together; Kagiura waking up the next morning (he feels a lot better but still sick - recovering - his fever went down significantly but is still there) to Hirano's sleeping face a mere few inches from him (last night and the night before are a blurry mess - Kagi barely remembers the game besides puking in the locker room before the game and his headache growing worse and worse - the walk back to the dorm was a dizzying hot daze outside of Hirano's weird glances/ constantly asking what was wrong (Hirano being the (im)patient person he is, getting more and more upset that Kagiura keeps saying stuff like, he's fine, nothing, just tired - because he doesn't look fine, he looks down, pale, sweaty, barely talking/ acknowledging Hirano (basically Hirano decides when the younger faceplants on his bed, refusing dinner, that he's had enough and demands - slightly angry/ annoyed - to know what the hell is wrong) Kagiura mumbles, his words slurring, that he just doesn't feel well and goes to get up because he still has to study and bathe and stuff. Hirano shoves him back on the bed, demanding the younger rest if he's feeling sick, and slaps his hand against Kagiura's forehead, his eyes widen in surprise because the younger is really warm---- OR Hirano after demanding what the hell was wrong and receiving some incoherent mumbling because Kagi's face is buried in his pillow, asks if the younger would feel better or tell him what was wrong if he and Hirano did their 10-second touching (maybe this is the 2nd time today but Hirano is willing to sacrifice if Kagiura will just talk to him because Kagi's team won the game and usually the younger would be like a kid on a sugar-high right now, pumped up and excited) and Kagiura mumbles something else but turns his head to face the older boy, reaching his hand out as Hirano kneels down next the bed. He grasps Kagiura's hand, his fingers intertwining with the basketball player's long slender ones, concerned confusion crossing his face as he realizes that the 16-year-old's hand feels warm - really warm...) Kagi getting on Hirano’s nerves until he realizes the younger isn’t mad but that he really really doesn’t feel well). He stares at Hirano's peaceful face for a few minutes, blushing, his index finger tracing the bottom of Hirano's lip before the older stirs, blinking sluggishly, his arm (strewn across the younger's back) moving slightly as he meets Kagiura's gaze. The 17-year-old smiles softly, whispering, "Morning."

Kagiura is all too aware that Hirano has yet to remove his hand from his back, and he's too scared to move or say something that might ruin this moment. He clears his throat, choking out a soft, "Good morning, Hirano-san."

Hirano blinks again, humming lowly, moving his other hand to press against Kagiura's forehead gently, "Is your fever gone... You still feel warm. How are you feeling?"

The 16-year-old swallows loudly as Hirano's hand moves up his back, resting on his shoulder. He feels his breathing pick up as the older gives him a weird look before Kagiura swallows again, "Um... better. I guess..."

After a while/ after more conversation (Kagiura giving short answers because he doesn't want this moment to end, he doesn't want Hirano to move), the older goes to get up (Kagiura shivers and Hirano asks if he's cold because he can get another blanket), and Kagiura reaches for Hirano, tugging at his shirt, pouting (basically he begs Hirano to stay for a few more minutes - they both end up falling asleep again).

#sickfic #hirano to kagiura #hirano and kagiura #hirakagi #hirano taiga #kagiura akira #sick kagi #sasaki and miyano #sasaki to miyano #sasaki shuumei #miyano yoshikazu #hanzawa masato #niibashi juuya

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papakhan · 10 months

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do you have any Chance headcanons? Bro deserved better.

I do actually! thank you so much for asking (he really did deserve better :'(

Chance is one of the oldest Khans who was born into being a Great Khan, rather than being a remnant from the New Khans. His mom was effectively winging it his entire childhood and he maybe grew up a little too fast as a result. Jessup is his younger brother by about 10 years and Jessup has always absolutely adored Chance, basically never left his side from the age he could walk.

Before Bitter Springs Chance was part of the Khans who cleared routes ahead of the rest, helping the movement of their home base go a little smoother. A lot of Chance's side of the work was Physically moving things out the way, like clearing debris from roads that were intact enough for Khan wheels which could be anything from big rocks (on post war roads) to prewar cars (on prewar roads)

He's always had his long blond hair but it used to be neatly plaited before Bitter Springs, nowadays he doesn't really have the mental energy to even wash his hair, and barely lets Jessup do that

Bitter Springs took a huge toll on Chance's mental health. I hc that he was one of the Khans trying to make sure that the evacuation path was safe when he got cut down and spent the remainder of the fight being mistaken for a body while he drifted in and out of consciousness. He woke up surrounded by a lot of fire and bodies and never spoke a word since. He feels guilty for not being able to tell anyone the path wasn't safe before it was too late and has what he saw burned into his mind. my man needs therapy so bad

While I do like and enjoy all the "Chance uses sign language" headcanons I personally believe that he's very despondent and withdrawn due to his PTSD and rarely makes attempts to communicate. Jessup is effectively Chance's carer and makes sure that he's fed and drinking enough water and is physically clean etc. and he's the best guy who knows what Chance is trying to say and is very protective of him. Side thing but Jessup is actually a very caring and compassionate guy he just has a very brash tough guy attitude.

The Khans aren't very good with mental health as a whole (they can't really even deal with Papa's depression) not for lack of care they're just not in a good place atm. I think if he got the help he needed he would start to communicate more but it'd take a long time to get there. I think he'd maybe start with signing and writing things before trying to use his voice again

I also think Chance same height as Legate Lanius but a lot bulkier. I know he's got washboard abs in all roads but Everyone does in that comic I hc him to be fat!! I think he's stronger than Lanius but Lanius is faster, but that speed doesn't count for much when your weapon is 15x bigger and heavier LMAO Lanius would get destroyed by Chance Chance would beat him to death with his own mask

More Chance stuff

He is a clean 7 feet tall, Jessup is 6'2" and everyone thinks he's short he's not he just looks tiny next to Chance

I also hc him to have brown eyes and freckles like Jessup

I don't like the necklace he has in all roads because the thors hammer symbol often gets associated with like. na//zis. so I often redraw it as a key or coin. I don't think the artists meant anything by it honestly they were probably just associating Chance with the god of thunder because of his size and strength but personally i'd like to stay far away from it especially considering canon Chance has blond hair and blue eyes. anyway

My man likes a good steak, he and his mom used to compete for who could make the best meat rub. He's not a fan of sweets

The heaviest thing he's lifted was the front end of an NCR truck with the driver still inside. That driver had nightmares for weeks

Like Regis, Chance is one of the Khans who the NCR and others who arent Khans tend to recognise but never actually speak to. I think even before he stopped talking people just kinda gave him a nickname because he was just So recognisable. The NCR probably had their own codename for him over the radio.

#txt #Chance #thank you for lettin gme ramble about chance :)!!!#headcanons

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birlwrites · 8 months

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As I want to know everything about your version of the black family, I'm going to ask you about the personalities of Pollux, Arcturus, Irma, Melania, Alphard, Cygnus and Druella. And if you have headcanons of the black family. I really liked Orion in the last chapter, they usually make him very invisible in ff.

okAY SO!

re personalities i'm just going to do all of them in the order you listed them for simplicity's sake, here goes:

pollux: kinda struggles to find a sense of purpose in his life (WOW starting off uplifting ajfskhgkjdf) - he's spent so much of his life just having... nothing important to do? he's a spare in a cadet branch. both he and alphard are older than arcturus and yet arcturus is the heir and pollux and alphard handle that differently. dude needs some hobbies. he did a lot of teaching bellatrix dark arts and he is fiercely proud of her, he also just needs to like. take up gardening or something afjslgkhjskdf

arcturus: i think of him as being intensely charismatic and very stubborn - voldemort doesn't know how lucky he was that orion didn't grow up into a carbon copy of his father because tom riddle's efforts to take charge of slytherin would NOT have gone well if he were up against a mini-arcturus afjslkghjksdf (orion is a) abt 2 years younger and b) didn't feel the urge to jump into the ring). he's not competitive because he's confident that there's nobody who could possibly compete with him, but that doesn't mean he's going to hesitate to quash what he sees as disrespect. heavy user of the family magic, and we know how that goes for him, but on a lighter note, was very serious about being the head of the *family,* not just lord black - he was the driving force behind getting the extended family to spend summers at black manor and he'd be absolutely fucking pissed to see the state of house black now

irma: irma's just vibing, she is also purposeless (woooooooooo), living vicariously through bellatrix's stories of death eater life, pollux and irma are very happy people who definitely aren't bored at all, irma's never fantasized about stabbing someone with a fork

melania: very warm and also very intense. the sort of person who you meet for the first time and then an hour later you're making plans to start a business together selling enchanted furniture and putting all the profits into funding a culinary school. you don't even know how you got onto this topic. you've never cared about culinary school in your life. you also can't tell if she's joking. this particular scenario is more an example than anything that has actually happened but like - she has a way of making people feel very close to her. intense but not severe. like ginger beer

alphard: sometimes feels like the only sane person in the family. everyone else seems to be absolutely incapable of chilling the fuck out for one (1) single second, and without arcturus and melania around to enforce order things have just gone to shit and two of the kids are disowned and BELLATRIX IS A DEATH EATER and just in general what the fuck is happening??? on a lighter note, alphard spends a lot of his obscene amounts of leisure time (and money) on commissioning art and music. he's an especially good person to know if you're trying to make it as a painter or sculptor because he might let you use his house as a venue for a showing and invite his wealthy friends with huge houses that need decor and with the alphard black stamp of approval you'll probably sell basically everything

cygnus: i've talked about cygnus in some other posts but i don't feel like hunting for them rn ajflkhsgljdf. cygnus likes chess and the socratic method and books that take two people to lift. he's levelheaded, occasionally to the point of aloofness, and he had to deal with twins andromeda and bellatrix age 2 (and teenage andromeda, bellatrix, AND narcissa) so he's pretty unflappable. once he had to talk bellatrix out of murdering andromeda's ex-boyfriend ok he can handle anything. has been talking to regulus about books ever since regulus learned to read. he and orion are both at fault for baby regulus learning how to create an inferius because regulus really REALLY wanted to read a book with a very shiny cover (on a high shelf) and cygnus and orion looked at each other and went 'yeah ok sure why not' and that is how elementary necromancy, volume 4 ended up in regulus's hands

druella: grew up a rosier in a cadet branch, which was basically a free license to do whatever she wanted as long as it didn't look serious. she got very bored, married a guy who was The Opposite of that, and now spends a lot of time gleefully exchanging acerbic bits of gossip with cassiopeia and walburga. and bellatrix! she used to pride herself on being an attentive mother who actually spent time with her children, then andromeda straight up ran away 😬 oops. also i'm deciding rn that she played quidditch - seeker for slytherin! (she wasn't enlisted in 'talk bellatrix out of murdering andromeda's ex-boyfriend' because she would have been like bella that would be very irresponsible and dangerous. here's how we're going to humiliate him publicly--)

i have lots of headcanons but this post is already very long and idk how to like, mentally sort through my headcanons to pick out the ones to state here ajkghsjlgksdf

#orion: reading is a healthy activity for children so we should encourage it #cygnus: i completely agree #baby regulus at breakfast the next day: *explaining why fresh bodies are best for inferi to anyone who will listen*#dark lord wip #should i make an inbox tag

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