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patt-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Beach Days with The Genshin Characters!

Wc: 1.7k+

Type: Headcanons

CW: umm nothing except mentions of alcohol and maybe people being creeps? (None of the chars or you tho it’s very brief)

A/N: HI IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! These were supposed to be a lot shorter but I got too excited. If you by any chance wanna see some for your fav character lmk! I know it says request are closed in my bio but since it’s just hcs it’s a lot less (and I really enjoyed writing these so ajdhdhdk)

🔥Diluc:

This man cannot swim. Tell me otherwise, I dare you.

Kaeya tried to jokingly push him off a lil diving cliff area when they were kids.

He almost drowned. Kaeya was in a lot of trouble.

So, good luck getting this man to actually get in the water. The most he’ll do is sit on the shore where it’s very shallow.

He usually prefers to just stay under an umbrella on the sand and keep an eye on you.

Calls you every two hours in advance and helps you reapply sunscreen.

He’s very pale so I feel like he burns pretty easily, meaning he needs to reapply super frequently otherwise he will become a tomato. He brings like three bottles of the good shit. Tch, rich boy.

If you ask him to build a sandcastle, he will pretend to be annoyed but do it anyways. Ends up finding it kind of enjoyable.

He has the maids prepare a nice picnic basket for the two of you!! It’s got all your favorite foods plus grape juice cuz y’know.

If any creepy peeps approach you, don’t worry. He brought his vision and his claymore.

Of course, he won’t have to resort to such violent lengths. Everyone in Mondstadt knows who Diluc is and they probably know you’re his s/o, so they’re usually smart enough to mind their own business.

If they don’t, don’t worry. Diluc’s glare is more than enough to scare them away.

All in all I definitely recommend a beach day with him! I’ll give it a solid 8/10 (-2 for not wearing floaties and getting in the water with you or letting you teach him how to swim.

🖌Albedo:

You guys definitely 100% take Klee out with you on a beach day.

You guys bring snacks, beach toys like buckets and shovels for optimal sandcastle building, a picnic blanket, etc.

Jean definitely packs a lot more stuff for you guys to take with you than you actually need.

It’s only cuz she’s worried for Klee and is nervous about not being able to go with you guys though! It’s very sweet really.

Klee tries to bomb the fish and cause havoc at the beach 😭

I think Albedo is a good swimmer and gets in with you and Klee so that he can help her (which is very cute omfg)

He’s set total workaholic, as we know, so it took a lot of convincing to get him to put down his experiments and accompany you to the beach (however, he’s particularly weak to yours and klee’s puppy dog eyes so he caved eventually)

Though, looking at you and Klee happily building sandcastles and decorating them with pretty seashells of all shapes and colors, he can’t really find it in himself to complain.

He, of course, takes this opportunity to take out his sketchbook and draw the waves, seagulls, you… Of course he won’t let you see the sketch book no sir. He’s a bit embarrassed to be honest, but an artist such as himself recognizes beauty when he sees it so he simply had to draw you. (God I love him so much)

If a creepy person approaches you,- well don’t worry. The sight of a small arsonist child blowing up fish is enough to scare them away 🥰

At the end of the day, all three of you are all ticketed out. Albedo has to carry Klee back to Mondstadt because the poor baby fell asleep the moment you started drying her hair with the beach towel. You’re, of course, carrying back Dodoco and your bags. (You also manage to sneak a peak at Albedo’s sketchbook and find some very pretty drawings of you and Klee with your sandcastle)

At the end of the day, you guys tuck Klee in and read her a bedtime story (she woke up and insisted). Afterwards Albedo takes you back home and thanks you for coming with you and Klee (which you ofc say wasn’t a problem because how could you not???)

All in all? I’ll give it a solid 10/10. You’ve got tasty food, fun times, your boyfriend and his cute kid adoptive sister (yes I am very biased idc)

🦋Xiao:

I think it would take a lot of convincing to get Xiao to go out on a beach date with you.

He’ll probably see it as a distraction getting in the way of his slaying of monsters and demons.

However, he also worships the grounds you walk on (hehe, simp XD), so I don’t think it’ll take that much convincing on your part (especially because it’s is self appointed duty to keep you safe so if you insist on going with or without him, he supposes he’ll have to go)

Is definitely a bit tense at first. He doesn’t know how to let loose and chill so while you’re sun tanning on a beach chair he’s like 🧍‍♂️ahdgshjsjd

Eventually calms down a bit though! You get him to relax and eat some almond tofu you brought along with you. It definitely gets him to perk up.

I don’t think he would mind getting into the water but I do think he’d rather walk along the shore and collect pretty seashells and sea glass.

He later gives the ones he deems pretties to you (he hands them over to you with a blush on his face and pretends it’s not a big deal and he definitely gets all pouty and grouchy when you coo at how adorable he is)

As for creeps, Xiao is both intimidating and well known in Liyue. No one is brave enough (or, let’s be honest, dumb enough) to approach you with any bad intentions.

Sure, Xiao has sworn never to harm a human/citizen of Liyue but that doesn’t mean he can’t scare the absolute shit out of them.

I think Xiao would definitely enjoy a beach day 🥺🥺. He’d find it very relaxing to go out with you and just hear the sound of waves and feel the sand under his feet.

He’d definitely hint at wanting to do it again later. Of course, he won’t tell you. No, that’s a foolish mortal activity and he has much better things to do.

Wait no, don't turn around, yes he will go with you next month.

All in all, I give Xiao a 9/10. It’s a very relaxing day (which he deserves 😤). And you get to see a whole new side of him.

💎Ningguang:

OK SO ORIGINALLY I WASN'T GONNA WRITE ONE FOR HER (at least not in this post) BUT THEN I THOUGHT OF LADY NINGGUANG TAKING YOU TO A WHOLE ASS PRIVATE BEACH

She knows you don’t care about how exclusive the beach you go to is (in fact, the fact that you don’t care about where you are or what you do is one of the things that make her fall more and more madly in love with you) but you deserve the best so she’s gonna go all out.

She’s a busy lady so days like this where the two of you get to go somewhere and be together are few and far between.

She knows it’s hard to be in a relationship with someone who is busy 24/7, so she appreciates how you remain by her side despite all hardships. (Y’all are a whole ass power couple istg)

The two of you spend your day relaxing. Sun bathing, drinking piña coladas, maybe taking a dip in the ocean. It’s all very pleasant!

Ningguang doesn’t quite feel like the type of person who would sit in the sand and make sandcastle, however you’re more than welcome to make some yourself. She finds it endearing <3

If you insist on her helping, she’ll eventually comply. She loves you too much to say no. I feel like she’ll either be terrible at it or like a total architect.

Sand is technically like tiny rocks right? So maybe she can use her vision to help her? If that’s the case, she’s making a replica of the Jade chamber out of sand.

If any creepy person comes up to you don’t worry. Ningguang will buy the whole beach and then use her right of admission as owner to permanently ban them from the beach you’re at.

The only downside to a day at the beach with Ningguang might be that there’s a big chance she’ll be called to tend urgent matters, seeing as she is the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and all.

If that does happen, she’ll be sure to make it up to you somehow, whether it be rescheduling or taking care of the matter as soon as possible so that the two of you can get back to your day of relaxation and fun.

All in all?? Lady Ningguang will treat you like total royalty and the two of you will have an amazing time! I give her an 11/10 (she would literally buy a whole beach for you to be comfortable I mean c’mon)

🍃Venti:

BEACH DAYS WITH HIM ARE SO FUN!!

Swimming? Yeah, he’d love to! Sunbathing? Sure! He’ll ever conjure up a light breeze for the two of you. Sandcastle building? WELL OF COURSE WHY DO YOU THING HE BROUGHT ALL THESE BUCKETS AND SHOVELS?

No but seriously, he might be the best person out of everyone here to go to the beach with. He’s fun, free spirited, and he’s a traveling bard who’s been alive long enough to know where all the best beaches in Teyvat are. (He also knows a guy- er, well, dragon I suppose- who is willing to fly them to any place).

He’ll play some soft tunes while you doze under the sun.

HE PICKS PRETTY SHELLS AND GIFTS THEM TO YOU!!!

He will bring booze. I’m pretty sure this is a necessity. If you’re a little upset about it, he’ll probably “eheh~” his way out of it. That slick bastard.

If you really insist on him not drinking, he won’t consume much alcohol.

If some creepy person approaches you and tries to ruin you your day of beach time fun, all of their stuff will suddenly be blown away, causing them to scramble back to their spot and (almost embarrassingly) flail around trying to catch everything. What a shame…

At the end of the day, he’d be a little sad to leave. Definitely makes plans about tbe two of you going back soon.

I gotta give him a 10/10 he’s just so fun omg.

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jingerhead · 3 years

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for the drabble game- 5, 7 and if you want 106 for a breakup/make up andreil au?

Why would you - but why - um - hmmmmm....crying.

This one is shortish 'cause I'm just...so sad about this one. Oh no. This has angst but I promise there's a happy ending, I wouldn't be able to write this one otherwise. Pretty quick breakup/makeup too so I hope that's alright but I couldn't handle too much sad. I'm also sorry if the angst sucks. I hope you enjoy :)

5 - What do you mean you're leaving?

7 - Please, I'm begging you

106 - He's been like that all day

Graduation was drawing nearer.

It wasn't like Neil was keeping tabs on the date. It wasn't like he started crossing off the days in the calendar of his agenda, counting after every new one he made as though the number wouldn't change. It wasn't like he glared at the stupid graduation gown kept in their dorm room, hating that it was visible from the one closet they shared.

But it wasn't like Andrew's graduation marked some kind of end. They would still have a few weeks with each other until he officially moved away. Until there were a couple of states between them and one year left of school.

It was seriously fine.

Neil had admitted it to Robin, because he had to talk to someone about what was going through his head, and she'd listened. She told him it was okay to miss someone, and that it was okay to not want to let them go. She told him to tell Andrew about it, but Neil couldn't make himself do it. It felt like such a dumb thing to admit, and he was sure Andrew knew already, anyways.

But he'd put it off for too long. There were twenty days left until Andrew graduated, and they hadn't talked about their plans afterwards. There was just the obvious fact that Andrew had a lease for an apartment, he'd be moving after graduation, and that would be it. Neil assumed he'd be staying in Colombia until he could move back into the dorms, but he didn't know for certain. They had to talk about this.

Neil sat on the lower bunk, waiting for Andrew to get back from his last classes of the day so that they could do this. He'd been waiting in the same spot for an hour, long enough for Robin to come into the room and give him a concerned look that he did his best to ignore. While he waited his mind went wild, providing fake conversations and giving him ways to start talking about what he wanted.

When Andrew walked through the door, Neil still didn't feel ready.

"Hey," he greeted, watching as Andrew threw his backpack near the bed. "Can we talk?"

"We are now," Andrew pointed out.

"About something important," Neil clarified. Andrew glanced over his shoulder once as he walked to the dresser, pulling out their shared black hoodie. Neil knew he was listening, so he started talking the best he could. "We need to make plans for after you graduate."

Andrew didn't pause until the hoodie was on his body. He kept his back turned to Neil, which was what Neil had been afraid of, and his shoulders tensed. "What's there to talk about?"

"Well..." Neil trailed off for a moment, hoping that would convince Andrew to turn around, but it didn't. "I could help you move out? We could do something before you do?"

"What's there to do? I'm leaving."

"I know that, which is why I'm trying to think of something." Neil pushed off of the mattress to stand up, crossing his arms so that he had something to do with them. "We don't have to do anything. If you want to move by yourself, that's fine, too."

"Neil."

Neil stopped talking, watching Andrew turn around. He had a look in his eyes that was a bit closed off, which wasn't anything exactly new, but it had been far less frequent these past few years. He couldn't make his throat work to ask what was up.

Andrew turned around so he wasn't facing Neil again. "I'm leaving," he repeated.

And suddenly those words didn't mean the same thing anymore. Neil's arms dropped to his sides as he asked, "What do you mean you're leaving?"

"I mean that I'm leaving, and you're not coming with."

He didn't have to say anything more for Neil to get it. Before he could stop himself he let out a humorless laugh, which wasn't the right response given the way Andrew turned back around to glare. But Neil wasn't sure what reaction he wanted, because processing that? It was taking up most of Neil's brainpower.

"You're saying that this is it?" Neil asked.

"I'm reminding you that there's no 'this' in the first place," Andrew replied.

Oh, that again? Neil rolled his eyes and shook his head, his hands balling into fists as his sides. "Then I don't care about that. But why are you pushing me away?"

"I'm not pushing you away. I'm leaving."

"That doesn't make it better, you know."

"What else is there to do?" Andrew leaned against the dresser and his gaze got icier. "One way or another, we'll go our separate ways."

No.

"Is that what you think?" Neil asked, shaking his head. He raised his hands to his hair and then walked through their door, entering the main part of the dorm. Nobody else was there, which was good for now.

"I'm just stating facts," Andrew said, leaning against one wall after following Neil out.

"You're stating bullshit," Neil told him. "What, do you think that the moment you're more than a mile away from me we'll never talk again?"

"That's not what I said."

This isn't - this is -

"Sure as fuck sounded like it," Neil blurted.

"Then get your ears checked." Andrew pushed off the wall and walked forward until he and Neil were just a few inches apart. Neil refused to take one step back at all. "I said I'm leaving. You're not coming with me. There's nothing we can do about it."

"So you give up?"

"So I move on."

Neil felt like his heart was going to explode. "And what about me? Do I move on as well?"

"You should," Andrew said.

"I - " Neil could barely speak he was so angry, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he tried to figure out what to say. "I don't believe you. Not until you tell me you don't want this."

Stop me. Just tell me to stop.

Andrew hesitated for a single second before he said it. "I don't want this," he said steadily, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Neil felt like he was going to shatter.

"Okay," he growled, turning towards the door.

Please, I'm begging you.

In all their time together, they'd never fought like this. They'd never done this, either. Neil didn't know what to do after you kinda-sorta-maybe just broke up with your boyfriend, but he couldn't handle being in the same room as Andrew at the moment. He didn't pause when he gripped the door handle, he didn't hesitate in the doorway, and he made sure to slam the door as hard as he could.

It wasn't until he walked into the hallway that he realized he didn't know what he was supposed to do now.

~*~

Neil didn't cry because he felt too angry to cry. He couldn't muscle up any angry tears either, which almost made him feel worse. Last night he'd walked to Matt and Aaron's dorm, welcomed in by his friend without question. Aaron had been staying at Katelyn's more often than not, so Matt was excited to have anyone over that wasn't one of the underclassmen.

That night, Neil crashed on the couch, staying awake for most of it to stew in his thoughts. He kept replaying the fight over and over again in his head, and though at first it kept upsetting him, it slowly turned into something else. Neil wasn't sure what he was feeling anymore, only that bundling up under the blanket Matt had left him helped just a bit.

The next morning, Neil had remained on the couch, still staring at the coffee table. Matt had tried to talk to him a few times, offering breakfast that Neil refused and asking if he was feeling ill. Neil ignored that question and also ignored when Matt sat in an armchair, his leg bouncing loudly enough to be annoying. After Neil gave him a look he got to his feet and went to the bedroom, not coming out for a few minutes.

"He's been like that all day," Matt was saying into his phone. "He won't tell me what happened. I'm worried, Dan."

"I'm fine," Neil said from the couch.

"There! He said it!" Matt covered his face with one hand. "Yes, he said the forbidden phrase."

"It's not forbidden if I can still say it."

"Yeah, he's being difficult," Matt continued.

"Shut up," Neil huffed, burring his face into a pillow.

"Do you want to talk to Dan, Neil?" Matt asked.

"No," Neil snapped.

Matt didn't push him to. "He's upset," he said into the phone.

That was obvious.

"Okay, I will. Thanks, Dan." Matt hung up, then crouched on the ground. Neil slowly turned to look at him, hating for just a moment that Matt was so concerned about him. "Need to talk?"

"No," Neil said, this time with less heat. "I'm sorry I'm here."

"You're always welcome here, you know that." Matt hugged his knees to his chest and leaned forward, giving Neil his best smile. "Need advice? I can give you some advice."

Neil snorted. "Right, because you're so old and wise."

"That's it."

Well, there really wasn't anything else to do, and after thinking about it for the whole night, Neil decided he really did want to ask. He felt calmer and simply drained, and he wanted Andrew back but he also didn't want to face him just yet. "How did you and Dan decide you were going to do long-distance?" Neil finally asked.

"Not easily," Matt explained in an instant. "Neither of us wanted to say it, but eventually we had no choice. And we both decided that we'd rather be together, no matter how many miles we were apart."

Neil blinked, thinking over those words. "That's strangely poetic, Matt."

Matt chuckled. "Feeling better?"

"Not really."

"That's the spirit." Matt got up and went to the kitchen. "Breakfast? Well, more like lunch, but the offer still stands."

"No thanks."

"Okay. I need to run to class, but you can text me whenever, alright?"

Neil hummed in agreement and listened for the door to close, only sitting up when he was alone again. He kicked the blanket off of himself and couldn't help but think back to the fight again, but this time thinking of Matt's words as well. He was sure nobody really wanted to do long-distance, but for Neil, it would be worth it.

Wait.

That was just it. It wouldn't matter if he couldn't see Andrew in person every day so long as he could hear his voice once in a while. It didn't matter to him that they couldn't touch because they had days where they didn't want it in the first place. It didn't matter that it would be difficult, because since when was anything in their lives ever easy?

Neil wished he'd thought of all of this last night instead of storming off, but the damage had been done. Andrew had made his opinions clear, Neil had accidentally said some shit he shouldn't have, and now they'd broken up. Maybe if time travel existed Neil could go back and...

No. This was stupid.

Andrew was only pushing him away because that's what he does. He'd told Neil before that he intentionally tries to push away things that seem too good to be true. And for Andrew, everything that had been 'too good to be true' had been just that. They were both nervous and maybe even scared about what would come in the future, but that didn't mean they had to resort to this.

Neil shook his head. There was no this. There was him and Andrew, and he wasn't going to walk away from the best thing he'd had in his life because he couldn't handle a few years of a long-distance relationship. Neil had been through much worse since he was a child - compared to that? A small fight was nothing.

He crossed the hall quickly and pounded on the door to the dorm. The one who answered was Robin, who was wide-eyed and shaking just slightly. Neil figured it had something to do with whatever face he was currently pulling.

"Is Andrew inside?" he asked.

"Yeah," Robin said, nodding. "In the room. Want me to leave?"

"Yes."

She grabbed her keys and ran out of there. Neil walked as calmly as he could to the dorm room he'd shared with Andrew for the past four years, pausing outside of it to calm down. He wasn't going to go into this angry or pushing. He was going to go into this with a level head and thinking rationally. This wasn't something he wanted to fight over, this was something they needed to agree over.

Neil knocked on the door to the room much more softly than he had the front door. He only had to wait a moment for Andrew to open it, head down but eyes looking straight into Neil's, his expression barely readable. Just a little bit of hope pushed through the pessimist in Neil's head, encouraging him to believe that Andrew was regretting this just as much.

"Let me in?" he asked.

Andrew opened the door wider. This was progress that Neil could work with. He stood in the middle of the room and waited for Andrew to turn back around after he closed the door again, crossing his arms and then dropping them right away. He couldn't figure out what he wanted to do with his hands.

"We need to talk about what happened last night," Neil decided.

"Alright."

There was a certain look in Andrew's eyes that seemed to hide away every emotion he was feeling. Neil had seen it before and had hated those days, but today he hated it more. "I need you to say it again," he began.

"Say what again?" Andrew asked, crossing his arms. He was standing in front of the closed door, as though he was trying to keep Neil from leaving and didn't even realize it.

"That you don't want this," Neil said, this time more quietly.

The reaction was immediate. Andrew's head snapped up from where he'd looked away and his whole body tensed. "There is no this," Andrew said, like he had a hundred times before.

"I know," Neil said back, taking a single step closer. There were just a few inches of space between them, and he made sure to keep it that way. "But there's me and you. And that's enough for me."

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The look in Andrew's eyes seemed to shatter, and suddenly Neil could see every bit of him that he'd been able to see before. He could see the surprise, see the excitement, but most of all he could see the exhaustion. Andrew didn't look like he was able to hold himself up anymore, and Neil wanted nothing more than to try to hold him up, to let him know he didn't need to do everything on his own.

"Is that enough for you?" he asked. "Yes or no?"

"Yes," Andrew said. His arms started shaking and his knuckles were going white from how tightly he was gripping his own biceps.

Neil felt his own fingers twitch. That had to be painful. "Andrew, can I hold you?"

"Yes," Andrew said again. He crossed the rest of the way to Neil, who held out his arms and circled them around Andrew's shoulders on instinct. Slowly, Andrew became dead weight in his arms, and though he was difficult to hold up Neil managed, smiling a bit when he felt Andrew's arms circle his waist.

"All of that, just to get me to prove I want to stay?" Neil whispered into his hair.

"Not my point."

"Well, I don't care what your point was." Neil squeezed just a bit, hugging Andrew closer to his chest. "Just don't do it again."

Andrew didn't say anything out loud again, but Neil could feel his head move under his chin in a nod. Undoubtedly they'd need to talk more. Andrew would need to go to Betsy and they'd have to make some plans, but that could wait for another day. For now, Neil just kept holding on, not because he felt that he had to but because he wanted to.

He'd once looked at Andrew and thought he seemed sturdy. Thought that if he'd fall, Andrew would be able to hold him up. And that hadn't changed, but maybe he should've noticed earlier that sometimes Andrew needed someone to hold him up, too. They'd be okay, and that's all that mattered to Neil in that moment.

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #bruh the angst train came to town #choo choo #this was easier to read the second time around tho so maybe it's not that angsty #i tried really hard im sorry if it fell flat #but thanks for reading it anyways :)#jinger's works

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chronic-claire-universe · 3 years

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Hey congrats on the milestone, I'm happy for you and I wish you luck on your September exams! 👍

May I have sfw headcanons- jjk and hq boys?

Cishet girl, early twenties, long burgundy hair, green eyes, Pisces, INFJ, uni student (german and art)

hobbies- digital art, games, netflix, walks, social media, reading, writing, music

love- peaceful places and people, humor

hate- bad people and loud noises

I'm that former gifted student who seems to be too mature for her age but in reality I'm like all the other girls. Honest, modest, down to earth individual who doesn't like serious situations and formalities. I like joking and messing around as long as it's tame. I don't rly like attracting attention but for some reason everyone likes me. People say I'm smart, pretty, intuitive and quirky. Since I wear my heart on my sleeve I curse but I'm trying to be proper. I'm common sense type of person and people say I have potential for greater things but I'm also lazy/self-deprecating so leaving comfort zone isn't my thing. I don't like fights and I'm mostly avoiding them, I'm trying to solve problems through conversation and understanding. I get scary when I'm angry. I'm also patient and stubborn, tolerant and considering even when I don't have to be. I'm an artistic soul, I like metaphors and nature. Overall I'm nice but I also love sarcasm and manipulating (mansplain, malewife) things to go in my favor. I strive to make strong impression and I don't like girly things (but I like hugs). I don't think of myself that much and my sleeping schedule is a mess. Favorite color (derogatory)- red/black, I like grunge fashion, makeup and coffee.

That's it. Have a nice day!

Hey anon nice to see you here, I loved reading your description and I sort of understand why people have high thoughts about you, hope you enjoy this cone and you will come again!

Jujutsu Kaisen: Toge Inumaki

Soft girls should be match up with soft boys! Ok it's not only is calm demeanour that made me choose him, but also his facial traits.

Toge is the classic pretty boy too insecure of his capacities, his cursed speech is ofteen seen as a disability but you find it interesting.

You love how he talks only with onigiri ingredients, it's cute but also match perfectly with your need of calm and serenity in your life, also you can see through his few words.

His purple eyes and wrinks around them let you understand every vibes that to others couldn't be around, you see the concern when he says takana.

If you love indoor dates Toge is the perfect boyfriend for you, he prefers staying in the couch cuddling and relaxing while watchin movies.

Toge also loves watchin you draw or listen to music while dancing, but what he prefers the most is seeing you making up yourself or him.

The few times you go out people blush seeing you cause they think both of you are beautiful, and it's true!

I canon him being the perfect boyfriend if you get ill especially if you have period cramps, his cursed speech helps gettin better and when it happens he's ready with snacks and cuddle for you.

Haikyuu: Shinsuke Kita

He's captain, he's intelligent, he's talented, every's mother dream husband for their daughter and son-in-law "What's a failing grade?".

Kita is the most respectful person in Haikyuu Universe and you can't change my mind about it.

He's perfect with you cause he loves the calm despite being a strict person capable to put his teamates in line.

He doesn't pressure you to go to his games cause but when you surprise him there he can't help but smile and the twins are surprised to attend such and eventful view.

As time pass by you became as an frequent aquaintance for the team, they love you cause you definitely cheer for them and often come by with foods.

Kita loves to bakes cake with you during your dates, the joy of an homemade food hits differently the feelings in his opinion and he'right.

Love language for Kita is definitely acts of service and gifts, he has the habitude to gift you flowers, but the best he can show his love for you his through cooking, that's why he prefers indoor dates.

He loves also admiring your drawing, and if you publish something you write he definitely he's you secret number.1 supporter 💜

Anon I finished hope you like this, know that really soon I'm going to organize another event, pass by if you like!

#claire milestone #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki fluff #jjk inumaki #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #haikyuu #shinsuke kita #inarizaki #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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To Call Forth Love- Chapter 4

So I planned for this chapter and the next to originally be one but as I started writing it, the words kept flowing and oops....now its really long. So I decided to split it. This means that I’m pretty much done with the next chapter so I’ll be able to get it out in a few days! Yay!

Also, Ivar is pretty manipulative in this chapter. Someone made a comment in the last chapter that I want to acknowledge. Going forward this is kind of a theme but I just want to put that warning statement- if this is triggering for you, please read with caution. There is nothing explicit or graphic but its still manipulation.

Words:4000

Warnings: swearing, manipulation

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius

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Sitting in the office at work, Kari sipped on her smoothie as she plugged in numbers for an inventory order. She had just finished teaching one of her morning classes and was now doing some paperwork for Lydia while on her "lunch break".

She jumped when her phone suddenly buzzed- a text alert. Surprised and curious as to who would be texting her at this time, she unlocked her phone to see the text from an unknown number.

Unknown: hey u busy 2nite?

Kari: who is this?

Unknown: u fav person

Kari: OMG! Ed Sheeran?!

She giggled quietly to herself, returning back to the laptop screen. Normally she ignored any calls or texts from unknown numbers, but it had been a good morning and she was feeling playful. When there was no return text, she shrugged the conversation off and returned to the order. Apparently, the unknown number did not get the reaction they were hoping for or realized they text the wrong person. Either way, she did not care.

A couple minutes later, her phone started to vibrate repeatedly. Looking down, she saw she was getting a call from the unknown number. She hesitated to answer, but by the third ring her curiosity got the better of her and she answered it.

"Hello?"

"FUCKING ED SHEERAN? REALLY?"

She sat there stunned. "Ivar?"

"Of course, it's me. Who the fuck were you expecting?" He asked, angrily.

"How did you get my number?"

He ignored her question, his voice suddenly sounding muffled. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be a second…. damn it. I know!"

"Who is that?"

"My brother.” He scoffed, muttering something unintelligible under his breath, before speaking to her again. “I have to head back into a meeting now."

"Oh, ok?"

"You didn't answer my question."

Her mind was still reeling from the fact that Ivar Lothbrok had her number and was calling her out of the blue. "What question?"

He huffed, exasperation evident in his tone. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Why?"

"I want to take you out."

"Ivar," she sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead, "I told you, I can't."

"Yeah and I don't believe you, so…."

"No. I'm sorry but the answer is still no."

"Fine. I have to go." He snapped then abruptly ended the call.

Slowly, she pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. What just happened? Before she forgot, she added his number to her contacts since she had the distinct feeling this would not be the last time he contacted her. Once done, she set her phone down and dropped her head into her hands.

It had been two days since he drove her home and she said they could be friends. In those two days, this was the first contact they had. She had hoped he grew bored with her since she was not playing his game, that she refused to go out with him. Maybe he finally decided she was not worth his time and moved on? Which was for the best. She could never fit into his world, there was no space for her there. Nor did she want to. She was happy, content with her life.

It was better for her to not allow Ivar into her life. That's what she repeated to herself as she tried to focus on the inventory order.

*****

"Just put the bags right there, thank you." Kari said, placing the grocery bags, one in each hand, onto the tiled floor. The kitchen in her townhouse was small, two people could barely move around in it without bumping into one another. Thankfully, she did not spend much time in the kitchen. Cooking had never been her forte.

"Do you need anything else? I don't mind staying to help." The dirty-blond haired man asked, setting the two bags he carried down onto the floor. He started to shuffle forward but seemed to think better of it and leaned against the half-wall separating the kitchen from the short hallway.

"Erik, it's fine. If anything, I owe you. You never let me pay for gas money."

He shrugged, and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "It's not a big deal. I needed to shop too."

"Still, it's not fair to you." She turned around from placing the milk in the fridge to look at him.

"If I think of something you can do to repay me, I'll let you know. Deal?"

"Perfect."

"Do you still want a ride to work tomorrow?"

She shut the door and jokingly waved a hand at him. "See! You're too nice."

"I'd be ‘too nice’ if I also showed up with coffee for you."

She laughed, moving some frozen fruit into the freezer. "You're too perfect to not have a girlfriend."

He rubbed the back of his neck, a flush growing on his cheeks and drawing out a boyish smile. "I don't know if I'd say that. I'll let you get to it. I'll meet you outside at nine?"

"Thank you, Erik."

"Of course." He popped his head around the wall to look into the living room. "See you, Alana!"

"Bye, Erik!" The response came from the living room.

Kari continued to put her groceries away as she heard the front door click shut behind him. Somehow, she needed to figure out a way to pay him back.

Erik lived in the townhouse next door alone. When he learned that Kari did not own a car, he offered to give her rides whenever it worked out for both of their schedules. At first, she had been hesitant, still not having lived in the townhouse for long but eventually gave in because he always acted like such a gentleman. Every time he saw her, he made sure to greet her and ask about her day. He always held the door open for her and anybody else close by. A negative word never passed his lips, rather choosing to focus on the positive in life. A routine soon started to form and every two weeks they would meet up outside of their townhouses and go grocery shopping together. When she did not have to work early, he would occasionally give her rides to work since the bank he worked at was only a couple blocks away. That was the extent of their interactions though. She wondered about inviting him over for dinner as to thank him but she always chickened out in asking him. Perhaps that was what she needed to do after all.

Once all her groceries were put away, she headed into the living room, seeing her roommate and friend sitting on the couch with the TV on to the Great British Bake-off but looking down at her phone.

The brunette asked, dropping onto the second couch. "How was work?"

"Good. You?" Alana looked up, her make-up flawless like usual on her delicate features.

"Nothing too exciting."

"You know, if you'd waited two hours I could have taken you to the store."

Kari nodded, fiddling with her diamond stud earring. "I know, but you're so busy with work and school. I know you like relaxing when you come home and Erik said he was free today."

"Did he now?" Alana asked with a smug look.

Kari tossed a throw pillow at her. "Don't start this again."

The blonde caught the pillow, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You know he likes you. He's just too shy to ask you out."

"He's a friend, it's been like seven months, I think if he was going to ask me out, he would have done it by now."

"He. Is. Shy." Alana enunciated, as if talking to a child. She rolled her blue eyes, leaning back against the couch. "Shit, he only started to actually talk to me this summer."

"Cause you are intimidating."

Alana threw the pillow back at Kari. "Bitch, it's cause I radiate sexiness and he can't handle it."

"That is most definitely it."

"Well the guy I hooked up with last weekend said I radiated sexiness."

Kari wrinkled her nose, looking over at her roommate. "I don't want to hear that. It's bad enough when you bring them here."

"You know, it wouldn't be the worst thing for you to actually go out with Erik. He's…. sweet." She quietly stated, eyes back on the TV.

"Yeah."

"I'm fairly sure he'd treat you better than that fucker of ex."

Kari picked invisible lint off her black leggings, apprehensive about where the topic was going. Her love life, and lack of it, was something Alana liked to remind her of frequently as of late. "Honestly, I'm even sure anymore he should count as an ex."

"Well you were supposed to be exclusive, right? And then you find out he's been fucking other girls the whole time. That counts as a shitty ex."

She winced at the reminder of her one attempt at dating. "I don't…. I don't think I'm ready."

The blonde pointed a finger at her roommate without turning her eyes away from the TV. "Well don't wait around forever, you'll miss out."

"Says the woman who hooks up with a different guy almost every other weekend."

"And I'm not missing out!"

Kari laughed. Feeling her phone vibrate, she pulled it out of her pocket and checked it to see a new text from Ivar.

Ivar: hell no, if we r gng 2 see the Northern Lights thn we're gng 2 Iceland or Norway.

She smiled at the text, quickly typing in a reply.

Kari: fine, we'll add that to the list. Can I please put South Africa back on the list?

She fiddled with her diamond stud earrings, looking back at their conversation throughout the day. Just looking at all the texts, she bit her lip to try and contain the smile.

Ivar had texted her in the late morning, asking her out again. To which she just texted back a one-word answer- "no". Apparently undeterred, he ignored her 'no', saying how he wanted to take her to this popular restaurant. Somehow the conversation spiraled into creating overly outrageous "dates" he would take her on, each one more fantastic than the last, with her encouraging and creating her own ideas. Their texting had lasted all day, and she found herself actually looking forward to his responses. Something she never would have expected, especially after how rudely he hung up on her the prior day.

So far her favorite "date" involved him renting out the entire Roman Colosseum in Rome and having a candlelight dinner in the middle of the arena. The most amusing one was when she suggested they go skydiving. He shut down that idea saying they would have to be strapped to instructors and the only man she should ever be strapped to was him.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, alerting her to his response.

Ivar: u r not swimming w/ sharks

She giggled, trying to imagine his facial expression. She actually had no desire to do half of the stuff she suggested but it was funny to get a rise out of him.

Kari: African safari?

"What are you giggling at?" Alana questioned, giving her the side-eye.

The smile dropped from her face. "Nothing."

"That doesn't sound like nothing."

"Just a funny meme." She deflected, getting to her feet. There was no way she could tell Alana she had been texting Ivar all day. "I'm going to shower."

As she headed upstairs to her room, her phone vibrated again.

Ivar: do u jus luv danger?

Kari: I'm talking to you, aren't I?

She headed to her bathroom, turning the shower on and checking the temperature. In a spur of the moment decision, she tossed in a eucalyptus shower bomb.

Just before she jumped in, she looked at her phone one last time to find his response.

Ivar: touche, kitten, touche 😘

*****

The soothing soundtrack of nature played over the speakers in the yoga studio room. A few women were already in the studio with their yoga mats out, either stretching or quietly conversing as they waited. Depending on the day, the ten am morning class could be busy but typically it averaged about fifteen to twenty women.

Kari bent over, touching her palms to the floor. Even though she would not be continuously doing the routine along with those in her class, she still liked to be limber and have her muscles warmed up. This was a beginner class, where she spent a good portion of the time either correcting people's forms or showing how to do a certain pose. A few of her coworkers complained about teaching beginner classes since when the participants walked through the door, you never really knew what level they were at.

Checking the clock hanging over the door, she saw she had five minutes before her class started. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the pull of her muscles. The door to the studio room opened but Kari continued to stretch, shifting to a downward facing dog pose, holding it. She could hear some people moving around but she focused on her breathing.

"Mmm, I could get used to seeing this."

The familiar voice behind her, caused Kari to try and whip around in startled surprise, only to end up crashing onto her ass.

Above her stood Ivar with a devilish smile. "Hello, kitten." He softly said with smolder that instantly made her flush and a tendril of warmth curl in her belly. Standing there in his jeans and red shirt with his hair pulled back in a man bun, it was unfair how striking he looked. Even the braces over his legs did nothing to deter from his attractiveness.

She rose quickly to her feet, wiping her hands over her leggings and peeking at the others in the room. Most were curiously watching their interaction but remained where they were.

"What are you doing here?" She hissed, turning her gaze back up to meet his. "How did you find me?"

He rolled his eyes. "You were wearing a Whole Wellness Yoga Studio shirt when I drove you home last week. Plus, hearing from Gyda that you work here…. You're not that hard to find."

That made sense, even if she disliked the logic. "Ok, fine. Why are you here though?"

"I want to take you out tonight."

"Oh gods." She could not believe what she was hearing. The prior day they had spent most of the day texting and sure it was fun, but her answer had not changed. When he had not text her this morning, she assumed that was the last she had heard from him. Apparently, he decided to ask her out in person instead of over the phone like the past two times. "Ivar… No."

"Why? You keep saying you can't but never why."

"It's just…. look, I don't want to date."

He took a step closer, face inches above hers. His voice dropped low, an underlying current of anger in his tone. Those piercing blue eyes challenged her. "You say that but I don't think that's the real reason. So, until you tell me the truth, your 'no' means fucking nothing. Friends tell each other things, right?"

"You know, I don't think we should be friends anymore."

He chuckled, still standing too close for a normal conversation. "Too late. I like you."

"I'm still not going out with you." She placed her hands on her hips, trying to appear confident, hoping desperately he did not hear the wavering in her voice. 'This was for the best, it was best for both of them' she repeated in her mind.

"Fine. I'll wait for you to change your mind." He winked and stepped back. To her horror, she watched as he walked over to the side of the room where she kept her water bottle and light jacket. He grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over before dropping down with his legs in a manspread, that stupid smirk still on his face.

She stomped over to him, whisper-shouting at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting."

"What?"

"I'm not leaving until you agree to go on a date with me."

"You can't...no…. Ivar." She whined.

"I walked all the way here to see you, even though my legs are quite painful today…. you wouldn't kick a cripple out when they just need to rest, would you?" He asked, eyes widened in mock innocence. One of his hands rubbed at his knee in exaggerated fashion as if to prove the discomfort he was in.

She groaned. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." He gloated, then nodded towards the clock. "It's ten o'clock, it's time to start your class, I believe."

Without another word, she moved to the front of the room. She refused to play this game. Her answer was 'no' and no matter what he said or did, her answer would not change. The whole time she could feel his rakish gaze on her, reminding her how tight her leggings and purple tank top were. She tried to focus on her class, smiling at the women she recognized and the ones that she assumed was new. "Let's begin. Everyone start in mountain pose. Take deep breaths, let's center ourselves."

"Kari!"

She looked over at the older woman, Ingrid, who called out. The woman was easily one of Kari's favorites, doting upon those who worked at the yoga studio, and becoming the unofficial grandmother of them. Ingrid had been coming to the yoga studio for years but was forced to only take beginner level classes after a bad fall the prior year. She loudly complained about her doctor being an idiot and how she felt fine, but Lydia refused to let her attend any other class than beginner classes until otherwise said by her doctor.

"Yes?"

Ingrid's hazel eyes twinkled with mischief from the front row where she stood. "You planning on introducing that handsome young man you've got over there?"

"No, we are going to ignore his presence. He's going to be leaving soon." Kari flatly stated with a polite smile.

"Hi! I'm Ivar!" He announced with a charming smile, his bright blue eyes alluring under the dim lights. Giving a little wave with his fingers, he continued, "I hope my presence doesn't bother all you lovely women, I just came to see my girlfriend and ask her on a date tonight."

A chorus of "awwwws" filled the room.

Kari wanted nothing more than to bang her head against a wall. Or preferably, Ivar's head. She could not believe the audacity of him.

"Where are you taking her?" One of the newer women asked in a flirty tone, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize her ample chest.

Ivar barely glanced at her, keeping his focus on Kari. "It's a surprise. I wanted to do something special."

"Young man, if I were a few years younger, I would fight Kari here so you could take me on a date." Ingrid said with a laugh.

"I would be honored to take a lovely woman like you on a date." He sent a playful wink to Ingrid.

"Alright, let's get back to yoga." Kari tried to redirect the attention. Annoyed and upset did not even begin to describe how she felt.

"Well it was lovely to meet you, young man. Kari should have told us her boyfriend was so handsome. We might have convinced her to bring you in sooner for some eye candy." Ingrid teased.

"He's not my boyfriend." Kari retorted, shooting a glare at the smug raven-haired man.

"And that is why I'm trying to take her on a date." He placed a hand dramatically over his heart, eyes staring at her beseechingly. "Just for her to give me a chance."

"Get her some tulips. Those are her favorite flowers." Karina called out from the back of the room.

"Can't go wrong with chocolate!"

"Oh! Read her a sonnet and dance under the stars together!"

"This is so romantic…. like something out of a movie." Someone loudly whispered, making a few others laugh.

Kari dropped her chin to her chest. Tears welled in her eyes. She knew those in the class meant well, that they were really just trying to help. But they were helping the wrong person. Why would Ivar not leave her alone? She told him 'no' multiple times, that should have been enough. Her tolerance for his behavior was waning rapidly and honesty she was not sure if she would fight back…. or surrender.

The chair scratched faintly on the floor followed by his footsteps landing audibly as he crossed the room to reach her. She refused to lift her head, her eyes squeezed shut. Not just to pretend she could not feel him standing so close to her, but to try and hide the single tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Kari." He whispered, the sound a caress of her name.

Still she did not move.

Gently, he tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His thumb wiped away the evidence of her tear. It was those captivating eyes, the ones that could both scorch everything in view but also send flames of desire dancing across her skin, that met hers. To her surprise, there was a softness in his gaze, a vulnerability, that was reminiscent of the few times they were alone. As if with just her, for a brief moment, he let his guard down and she could glimpse the real Ivar.

"Go out with me." He murmured faintly, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Standing in front of her, his broad back to the class gave them a semblance of privacy. "Please."

"Why can't you let this go?" She begged quietly, staring up at him.

"I told you, I'm persistent." He smiled, almost shyly.

In his words, it felt like there was such a depth to them she was unaware of. That he was confessing something to her in which she did not have the key to fully understand.

She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment before looking at him again. "Fine. I'll go…. But it's only as friends, ok? This isn't…. Romantic. Just…. Just friends."

"Sure, just friends." He leaned forward and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to her cheek. "I'll pick you up at seven."

She nodded, feeling torn apart inside.

After a lingering look that breathed a flame into her belly, he spun on his heel to face the women. "She said yes!"

A few cheers and clapping reverberated in the small yoga studio room.

"I graciously thank you all for your sound advice and encouragement with helping me to woo the beautiful Kari. Wish me luck as I plan to thoroughly spoil her tonight." Ivar dramatically bowed, shooting a quick wink at Kari as she watched him.

She desperately tried to fight the small smile off her lips. No one could say that Ivar was not charming or charismatic when it suited him.

As he finally made his way to the door, he turned around just before pushing it open. "Wear something nice." He said, pointing a finger at Kari and then walked out like a dream where one cannot decide if it was a nightmare or not.

The brunette ran a hand down her face before shoving aside her emotions and plastering a customer smile on. "I'm so sorry about all of this. Let's get back to it. I promise it won't happen again, ladies."

"Kari, dear, you have fun with that boy tonight." Ingrid spoke up, eyes darting to the now closed door and back to the yoga instructor. "And if you don't want him, let me know. I'd still jump on him in a heartbeat. That boy has the prettiest eyes, I swear."

A few sounds of agreement echoed in the room.

Kari could not stop her smile from turning genuine at Ingrid. No matter the situation, the feisty, older woman always knew how to make her laugh. "I promise I'll let you know. Now, back to mountain pose please."

Silently, she hoped tonight was not a mistake.

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lollytea · 3 years

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If you don't mind, do you have any more Shere Khan and or Bagheera headcannons you would like to share?

DO I???

(You are so welcome!! I get so excited whenever somebody shows an interest in shagheera cuz of me. I live for it!!

I have like a truckload of headcanons about their past and present but I’m saving them for this fic once I get into the mindset to get back to it. Soon I’m hoping! BUT I’ve always thought way too much about Bagheera and Khan so I probably have plenty of rambly thoughts I can talk about!)

— Bagheera was raised by his mother and, to an extent, his great grandfather. Great gramps was ancient and couldn’t really do much to care for a child, other than sit in his chair and entertain the little one with stories of his life back in India. Bagheera would listen, enthralled. Bagheera idolized his great grandfather.

— The world hadn’t been very nice to Bagheera’s mother so, as a result, she kept her child sheltered. She coddled him, fussed over him and was overprotective to a fault. This led to Bagheera being a gentle, skittish, naive and high strung boy.

— He got the biggest whiplash of his life when he started school and realized that other boys were not like him. They were loud, rowdy, nonchalantly rude and played rough. Bagheera struggled a little at first but he eventually adapted, mirroring the ways of other kids so he would fit in better. It was during this time that Bagheera’s personality really began to define itself. He was painfully aware that he was small for his age, clumsy and not very fast or strong and he developed quite a complex about it. But it wouldn’t be forever. He had every intention to improve himself in that department. For the time being, he attempted to compensate with a sharp tongue and a hot temper.

— Shere Khan had been raised with his future already decided for him. Since he could walk, he had been told that he would inherit the family’s business empire and he held a lot of pride in that. However when you allow a child to mentally develop with the knowledge that one day they will basically rule the whole universe, (at least it feels like that when you’re so small and are too immature to fully grasp the reality of your future) it may do some permanent damage to that child’s psyche.

— Shere Khan was spoiled, doted on, put a pedestal, had his parents singing his praises. As their only child and heir, of course he was to be treated like he was special. Because he was. Shere Khan was special. Until he wasn’t.

— If you struggle with your studies, you’re too stupid to inherit the family fortune. If you get upset and cry, you’re too weak willed to inherit the family fortune. If you’re not good at everything you do, you’re not as brilliant as we thought you were. Years and years of mixed messages results in a child who doesn’t know for certain if he’s the most talented boy in the world or if he’s completely worthless. It’s the uncertainty that causes such instability. Shere Khan is cocky, smug, arrogant, a perfectionist, cagey, confrontational, competitive, hellbent on proving he’s the best and terrified of ever being seen as weak.

— Bagheera has had a fascination with books since he first learned to read. Unfortunately your literary options are scarce when you’re dirt poor but he does what he can. He frequents the neighborhood’s tiny library even if it’s limited, he’s reread the books he does own to the point he has them memorized and he collects newspapers and magazines to obtain as much knowledge as he can. Occasionally he’ll gather newspaper clippings of current events and make his own “history books.”

— Shere Khan is deeply interested in botany, though he really doesn’t have the time to focus on it with the overload of other subjects he’s obliged to perfect. His grandma gifted him a selection of bulbs and he likes to grow flowers on his windowsill. He’s extremely proud of his plant work. But that’s a secret shh.

— Bagheera and Shere Khan are almost equally matched academically, with Khan inching just a little ahead. However it’s clear from the start that while Khan is the sharper of the two, he can’t compare to the genuine passion Bagheera has for learning. Despite their smarts, the two boys aren’t really liked by teachers. They and their other four friends are incorrigible troublemakers, with Shere Khan being the most disruptive of them all. And while Bagheera can’t help but be dragged in, he does try to behave himself sometimes. Unfortunately he’s constantly getting in trouble for drawing in his notebook.

— There are a lot of bad aspects of this friendship. Shere Khan is prone to flippant insults and Bagheera’s self esteem is shaky enough as it is. There are times when Shere Khan makes Bagheera feel terrible about himself. And though Shere Khan doesn’t understand the extent of Bagheera’s feelings, he knows he’s making him feel inferior. And he leeches off that insecurity to assure himself of his own superiority. Shere Khan probably wouldn’t be half as annoyingly egotistical if it weren’t for Bagheera.

— However, as time goes on, this more malicious side of things starts to fade into a complicated yet comfortable companionship. It’s odd. Everyone agrees that it’s odd. While the antagonistic vibe never quite goes away, with the two constantly challenging eachother, there are days where they get along fine. It depends on their respective moods. One day, Shere Khan would hassle Bagheera until a fight breaks out and the very next day, they could chat with eachother for hours about their favourite novels and the day after that, there’s a reasonable middle ground of jokingly teasing eachother. No one understands it. Shere Khan and Bagheera never even notice that this is peculiar. It’s just their normal.

— Shere Khan and his family would usually leave for a few weeks every year to stay at their summer home. Bagheera would write him letters to keep him updated on the lives of himself, Baloo, Louie, Haithi and Kaa. Half of Khan’s responses were irritable that Bagheera was pestering him with messages, while the other half was listing words that Bagheera had misspelled. One year he returned a week after Bagheera’s birthday and passed him a parcel wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. It was a pocket dictionary. Shere Khan framed it as condescending, since Bagheera liked big words so much but was so terrible at spelling. He certainly hadn’t expected Bagheera to be as delighted with the gift as he was. But he found himself proud that he had given it to him.

— As opposed to their other friends, Shere Khan and Bagheera were fond of the night. They would often sneak out after dark and meet up for walks around the city. Sometimes they’d talk about everything and nothing, sometimes they would argue and sometimes they would say nothing at all. But they enjoyed it. Both felt the need to wander late at night and neither wanted to do it alone.

— Bagheera really started to grow as a person during his time in flight school. He made plenty of friends, grew in confidence, expanded his knowledge and had the support of his best friend, Baloo through all of it. He also learned some things about himself, which goes without saying. He hadn’t seen Shere Khan in years but upon a little reflection, realizes with amusement and a little embarrassment that his admiration towards Khan was most likely a childish crush. He comments to Baloo that being so interested in a boy who was mean to him was rather pathetic on his part. But a part of him knows that it was probably more complicated than that. Whatever it was, he accepts it but doesn’t dwell too much and moves forward. He figures he probably won’t ever see Shere Khan and while it is a little sad, he will certainly survive.

— Shere Khan also learned some things about himself while pursuing higher education but when it comes to his previous friendship with Bagheera, he opts to think about it as little as possible. While Bagheera was currently becoming far more outgoing, Shere Khan was steadily closing himself up until he was left entirely isolated. It was voluntary, of course. He had no interest in making friends and even if spending weeks without speaking to anyone had its mental effects, Khan was too stubborn to change his ways.

— Just like when they were children, Bagheera would send Khan letters. However, Khan had already made the decision that Bagheera was not to be involved in his life anymore. However he was so starved for familiar interaction, he read every letter and even wrote responses, even if he never sent them. He kept all of Bagheera’s letters in his desk drawer. And then they were moved to a box. And then that box was piled under by other boxes. As an adult, Shere Khan doesn’t quite know where exactly the letters are but he’s certain that they’re still somewhere in the house.

— When the two meet again as adults, Shere Khan comes to the reluctant conclusion that the boy he always showed up in school work, had become a far smarter and well read man than Shere Khan will ever be. And once he does allow himself to admit that, Khan can come to appreciate the person Bagheera has grown into. He’s very impressed.

— Bagheera is comfortable with himself. He wouldn’t say his self confidence is a hindrance anymore, not like when he was younger. But he finds that even as an adult, he often has moments of doubting himself. After being made feel so small for years and years, that sort of thing never quite leaves you. Even in adulthood. And isn’t it strange when the person who made you so insecure when you were children, is now the one making every attempt to build you back up again.

— Bagheera wouldn’t say he’s especially brave or anything. He’s still afraid by little things like thunder and spiders. But upon meeting Shere Khan again, he simply cannot wrap his head around the notion that anyone could find this man intimidating. All Bagheera sees is his old friend, who has taken on yet another mask to make himself seem cool.

— There are things Shere Khan has always known about Bagheera. He’s passionate and opinionated. A bit of a windbag really. As a child Shere Khan had found this annoying. But nowadays, he would consider it a pivotal aspect of Bagheera’s brilliance. Khan wasn’t all that intense about any personal matters these days so Bagheera brought so many new concepts to the table. He activated the side of Shere Khans brain that wasn’t strictly office based. It was a welcome change of pace.

— Bagheera has heard from many people that Shere Khan is apparently terrifying. It’s the icy demeanor, it seems. But oddly enough, once he had gotten used to Shere Khan all those years ago, Bagheera found his nonchalant disposition to be comforting, and now it was even more so. Khan rarely got outwardly agitated or panicky or raised his voice. And for Bagheera, somebody prone to anxiety ridden outbursts, a person like that was most welcome in his corner.

— Shere Khan has noticed that Bagheera carries around a worn, well loved pocket dictionary. Now he remembers giving him one over twenty years ago but it’s not likely that it’s the same one. Years and years go by and even long after considering Bagheera his other half, for some reason Shere Khan can never bring himself to ask. Maybe he just doesn’t want to know the truth. Believing what he wants is nice.

— Bagheera had always enjoyed sketching but it isn’t until his adulthood that he decides to indulge in buying paint supplies. Before long, a once empty space in Shere Khan’s penthouse is cluttered with paints and tarps and finished canvases propped against the walls. He’s particular fond of depicting countryside landscapes. Self portraits too but he’s afraid people will think he’s self centered. Shere Khan simply says if you’re both beautiful and artistic, then self portraits should be a no brainer. Bagheera had to politely ask Shere Khan to stop going to art galleries and showing immense interest in his art to raise the bidding among the rich crowd, as he would really like to see how much he can do on his own.

— Shere Khan played piano as a child. He didn’t remember the act of playing itself, but the obligation to sit at the stool and practice when he would much rather be outside. He associated piano with a lot of negative feelings, so once he had left his family’s home, he avoided the instrument at all cost. However, he accidentally discovered a little later than life that if he wasn’t under any pressure to do so, he quite enjoyed playing. It was calming for him. He liked the music it produced. But he was a bit out of practice. He was uncomfortable with being less than perfect at something and found the whole ordeal of improving oneself to be humiliating.

— Bagheera had a piano set up in their home for Shere Khan’s birthday. On the walls surrounding the instrument, he hung up the first few paintings he had done before he had gotten the hang of the whole art thing. It does take a month or two before Khan is willing to sit in the stool and give it a serious try but once he does, there’s music every evening at exactly 6:25pm. Not perfect music. But Bagheera makes it known how delighted he is to hear it.

— As he gets older and works gets more taxing, Bagheera has a tendency to fall asleep earlier. Usually in the evenings as he’s sitting in his chair and on page 6 of his book. Shere Khan hates this because if he leaves him there, he’ll wake up with a bad back and a creak in his neck, so he has to make the effort of dragging him to the bed. And Bagheera is not easy to carry.

— Shere Khan on the other hand can stay awake for days at a time, usually working and Bagheera hates it. Because not only is this biologically impossible for a person to pull off without losing some sanity, he doesn’t like to sleep on his own.

— They enjoy watching antique auction shows and get into extremely intense debates over it. Usually over the price or how ugly they think said antiques are.

— To this day, they still like to go on late night walks around the city. There’s a different atmosphere now that they’re no longer children but it helps them remember where they started off. And just like always, sometimes, they would talk about eveything and nothing, sometimes they would argue and sometimes they would say nothing at all.

#im sorry i talk too much there is something wrong with me <3 #i was really losing steam in the second half of this and it shows but i hope the first half is fun #talespin

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lady-charinette · 4 years

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Adrien Agreste =/= Sociopath - About Adrien Salt

I've seen a lot of posts going around about Adrien being a sociopath or the other (harasser, abuser...etc.)

What I find most of those posts lacking is looking at the big picture, or just zeroing in on certain moments of the show and even disregarding the context of those selected moments to unfairly rule judgement on a child (in canon) no less.

Definition of sociopath: A sociopath is a term used to describe someone who has antisocial personality disorder (ASPD). People with ASPD can’t understand others’ feelings. They’ll often break rules or make impulsive decisions without feeling guilty for the harm they cause.

People with ASPD may also use “mind games” to control friends, family members, co-workers, and even strangers. They may also be perceived as charismatic or charming.

We have to analyze the context and the surroundings Adrien is in.

Family, social life, relationships (platonic and romantic), personality, age, environment...etc.

Family:

We know Adrien has a father who is controlling, preferring to micro-manage every aspect of his son's life to continue to have a semblance of control at all times. We assume (heavily implied in the show), that his mother was kind, warm and emotional (whether that emotional is the "out-there" kind her twin sister has, it remains to be seen.)

According to a snippet from "Simon Says", Adrien also has "Quite a temper, you remind me of someone" according to Gabriel's own words, we can assume the "someone" is Emilie, Gabriel says this when Chat Noir refused to follow his orders and told him to basically "get off his high horse". In this context, anyone who defies Gabriel in such a way would either be branded as "disobedient" or to "have quite a temper".

According to Adrien himself in "Adrien's Double Life" (from Miraculous Secrets) he describes being Chat Noir as "...I can finally do whatever I want to do, say whatever comes to mind." He doesnt feel as restricted and controlled since that's the one aspect of his life his father has no knowledge of.

Social life:

Adrien has had no or very little interaction with peers.

Evidence: Chloe being his childhood friend. Felix commenting on Chloe's appearance in the video she sent for Adrien's birthday, saying "Chloe. Just as annoying as usual." suggests he knows her from before, maybe even as early on as their childhood days.

This makes Felix and Chloe the only kids, of spoiled and rich background, with whom Adrien interacted.

Felix is shown to be good at manipulating people and keeping up appearances (potentially connected to insecurities within the family? Not confirmed), Chloe is openly mean and bullies others (with underlying insecurities also connected to her parents).

The only positive adult (if Gorilla isn't as involved and Nathalie had been solely Gabriel's secretary and not Adrien's caretaker since there was Emilie) in Adrien's life would be his mother, who also fell into a coma during Adrien's formative years (and still during a time where he's figuring himself and his emotions out: puberty), leaving him with his father.

Moving on, even if the writer's sometimes may not always successfully show Adrien being awkward in social interactions, it doesnt mean they dont exist.

This interaction between him and Marinette, asking for her autograph, very formal in his question, awkward in posture:

He's picked up on some speech patterns from his frequent interactions with Nino ("dude", "Hey man." "Totally dude.") showing he's, like many people, mimicking his friend's behavior and speech to grow more favorably in their eyes.

The same pattern can be observed with Gabriel and Adrien: Adrien adopts his father's formal speech whenever talking to him, since that appeases him.

Adrien has had very limited friendly interactions with his peers, romantic interactions are basically non-existent. The scenes where Adrien is being chased by his fans, who obsessively adore him, cant be linked to Adrien experiencing healthy romantic contact (Lila doesn't count since she only uses Adrien to further her goals). Marinette doesn't count since Adrien's isn't even aware of her romantic feelings for him. (Again, difficulties picking up social cues due to only ever being homeschooled > limited social contact with peers)

So no, in my humble opinion, Adrien sometimes doesn't understand other people's feelings not because he's a sociopath, but because he's an awkward kid with very little experience about making friends and having healthy relationships with them.

Relationships:

Let's be direct here: Gabriel is an abusive as*hole.

If the writer's wanted to show Gabriel struggling or having remorse for his actions being Hawkmoth and putting his son through danger, well... They blew it. "Gorizilla" was a 5 second reaction of Hawkmoth showing concern after letting Adrien fall from a skyscraper. Applause. After that? Not much.

Nathalie: Adrien likes, she takes care of him, his schedule, was the one to convince Gabriel to let him attend public school. There are moments in the show where she softens up towards Adrien, but always carries that air of professionalism on her to (possibly, assumption) not grow too close. Gorilla is...Gorilla, but at least the man tries with his nonverbal support and affectionate grunts. Lol.

Gabriel: He loves his father. It's his parent, after all. However, Adrien's reactions to him are vastly different than to how he reacts when thinking of his mother. He shows signs of fear (tensing up, growing obedient...etc.), he excuses his father's excessive controlling tendencies to just be "he's just worried about me", "that's the way he always was", "father cares and protects me". Adrien shows to be frequently disappointed with Gabriel, one of the first scenes being that Gabriel couldn't attend parent's day at school, Adrien was talking on the phone alone in the school hallway. He was genuinely surprised by the blue scarf his father gifted him (not knowing it was Marinette), since all he used to get were pens (again, not even from Gabriel, but Nathalie). This is my assumption but: Adrien has previously begged his father to go outside more or attend public school, but this time it worked only because Nathalie managed to convince him.

Friends from school: Nino is his best friend, Adrien seems to be good friends with Alya too, basically everyone in class, with varying degrees of closeness. Chloe is a childhood friend whom Adrien is fond of but also grows exasperated with and corrects her behavior if she's too harsh.

Marinette: likes and respects her, but can't read her well or at least when he thinks he's got her figured out, she claims the opposite. Marinette has been sending mixed signals, on one hand even making Adrien believe (and fear) they weren't friends. "Chat Blanc" contrary to popular belief, showed that Adrien is delighted at the prospect of Marinette being Ladybug (he'd severe doubts when Chloe or anyone else was brought up as a possible option).

Kagami: likes her, respects her, admires her fencing skills, learned to have fun hanging out with her and playing as kids usually do since she also has a controlling parent and they both know some ways/tricks around their boundaries to sneak off and meet their friends. Adrien and Kagami have similarities in that respect, Gabriel pushing Adrien to be a model, Mrs. Tsurugi pushing Kagami to be a master fencer.

Lila: At first defended her, was friendly towards her since she was a new student from overseas he sympathized because surely it would be lonely? The new girl would need a friend who supported her through all this things that were new for him too. However, as soon as he caught wind of Lila's schemes, he changes his tune. He feels uncomfortable around her overstepping his boundaries, expresses anger when Lila accused Marinette of crimes she didn't commit and even makes a deal with her to not bother Marinette again (but use him instead, doing photoshoots together...etc.) to keep her safe.

Age:

A 14-15 year old, having lost his mother, the only positive, healthy relationship in his life. Surrounded by a controlling father, not much free time, many extracurricular activities and being a superhero alongside Ladybug.

Some of the signs of being a sociopath include: Breaking rules and being impulsive.... Didn't Ladybug do those too?

Breaking the rules: (since LB and Marinette are the same) stealing phones, sneaking into places where she shouldn't, using the miraculous for personal gain (latest example: getting Kagami away from Adrien), giving Adrien the snake miraculous due to personal preference instead of drawing logical conclusions. Sneaked into the Agreste mansion.

Impulsiveness: Marinette's daily fantasies (sharing a future life with Adrien and their hamster-who-must-not-be-named), when Lila's "precious family heirloom necklace" was "stolen", Marinette was quick to include her classmates in the list of potential perpetrators for it (without ill intent, but still..)

You know who the real potential sociopath in the show is?

Gabriel

Some of you might include Lila too (since she fits all the criteria for being a sociopath), but the key difference is: Lila is still just a kid.

We don't know much about her family life. Just that her mother is busy with work, we don't know where her father is, who her friends were/if she even had them. She might be lying and manipulating people to follow her own agenda, but she thrives in attention, when people notice and praise her. In some aspects, that could've been Adrien. With one neglectful parent, a missing parent, no friends (prior to going to school)...etc. There is also a lot we don't know about her.

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angel-starfait-movedtonewblog · 3 years

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Clothing and Hair Headcannons for Kris

- Kris has really thick hair, and it's also very long, which makes it a pain in the ass to maintain. It needs to be brushed almost twice a day but other than that they don't even bother to tie it up, so while brushed, it's still all over the place cause there's just so much hair. It gets in their face and eyes a lot too, but they don't mind since they would rather not draw attention to themselves and be left alone.

Plus it gets so greasy after like two days of not washing, so let's just say Kris has thought about just dumping all of Toriel's pet shampoo in the bathroom on their hair at some point, just so they don't have to deal with for a while.

- they got their ears pierced when they were still a toddler, and haven't had any other piercings since. They don't remember the pain from it cause they were too young, but are still not keen on doing it again.

Kris, while having these holes in their flesh, still always forgets to puts studs in, and eventually grew too lazy to do so. But if they have to, they just wear simple black studs, cause they're not sure what metals they're even allergic to.

- comfort is the number one choice when it comes to clothes for Kris, and anything that isn't scratchy, itchy, or rough, since they hate those kinds of textures. However they don't always have the nicest looking comfy clothing, so second choice would be the easiest clothes to wear.

Hoodies (whether their own or from Asriel), jackets over t shirts, sweatpants, and old beat up sneakers (in which they always forget to tie the laces). As long as its comfy and doesn't draw to much attention to themselves, and also because they dont feel like they have any set style in mind.

They often don't feel like changing clothes too frequently and are unwilling to branch out to other nice clothes they have, so they will wear the same clothes multiple days in a row, usually cause of laziness and cause they're the most comfortable. So a lot of their normal clothing is a bit ratty, worn, faded or is pilling.

If they had the chance to get nicer clothes, they would love to wear some long, comfy skirts, fuzzy boots, and cozy comfy sweaters. Maybe something a little outside their current green and brown colours, something with more blue or white. Kris just wants to be comfy.

That being said, Kris often gets too attached to certain clothing, and again, wears them so often that Toriel has to sew up all the holes in them every two weeks. So if Kris gets a new piece of clothing that they really like, be prepared to see them wearing it for the next two weeks.

And that's why Kris tends to look like a rat most of the time, and why they find their dark world form to be quite an upgrade without them even trying.

(I will do some for Frisk and Chara if I'm able to think of some!!)

#the way i describe kris here is mostly how i used to dress in early high school #seriously i looked very similar to them #i know this is long but i just wanted to share some clothing and hair headcannons for them #am i projecting? yes #this is why i cut my hair super short now #hair #clothing #fashion #headcannons #long post #kris #kris dreemurr #deltarune #discussion #my post #safeutdr

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geeky-writes · 4 years

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The Phoenix Project Chapter 12 Preview

Behind? Catch up HERE 😊

Gorgeous moodboard created by @crownofstardustandbone @therollingstonys thank you so much! 💖

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“Oh, Pete’s a master tree climber,” said Tony. “You might wanna be careful though. It’s been so long since he’s been able to play outside that we might have our hands full trying to get him back in the house at the end of the day. You have not seen Pete’s puppy-dog eyes to the fullest extent of their pppllleeeaaassseee potential until you try to tell him that it’s time to come back into the house.”

Steve tipped his head back against the headrest, lolling it sideways to look at Tony. “Well, we could always just build him a treehouse. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind that.”

“Only when it'd be time to eat,” Tony said with a laugh. “You just better watch it, Captain, ‘cause once Pete gets all of his strength back, I swear that boy will be able to out-eat even you. I’ve never been able to figure out where he puts it all.”

“I am definitely looking forward to it,” said Steve. “I might even cook for us, if that’s okay?”

“Really?” Tony asked. “You know how to cook?” Because of course Mr Perfection himself would also know his way around a kitchen.

Steve gave a not-quite-modest shrug. “I’m actually not too bad at it. I did most of the cooking when I was growing up since Ma was always working so much.”

“Wow,” Tony said, his eyes wide. “So then, is there anything that you actually can’t do? ‘Cause I gotta admit I haven’t seen all that much evidence to the contrary, and—”

“Tony,” Steve said softly. “I’m not perfect.”

Tony winced. He had noticed lately that Steve had been finding Tony’s frequent jokes about his perfection less and less amusing, and so had been trying to cut back on them. But it’d been a lot harder than he’d thought since to him, Steve really was perfect.

“No, hon, I know that,” Tony murmured. “No one is. But as far as perfection goes, I’d say you're a lot closer to it than the rest of us.”

Steve pursed his lips. “I think a lot of it depends on who you ask,” he said. “And I also think that you just might be a little bit biased.”

Tony snorted, feeling some of the tension in his shoulders slowly seep away. “Oh, you think so?”

“Yes, I do,” Steve said with a wink, his hand sliding up Tony’s thigh just enough to send a sharp burst of warmth across Tony’s chest. “Call it an instinct.”

“Well,” Tony said, his voice cracking on the word. He cleared his throat, trying again. “Well, I have a feeling you might be right about that, Captain. But seeing as how I don’t think your ma would appreciate me sporting a raging hard on when you're trying to introduce us, we probably should put a stop to this kind of talk. Like, right now.”

With a downright evil grin, Steve leaned over, his lips brushing the shell of Tony’s ear as he whispered, “Just a temporary stop though, right, sweetheart?”

“Holy shit,” Tony whispered, shivering as desire shot down his spine like a spear. “You do realise that I’m trying to drive here, right?”

“Sorry,” murmured Steve, sounding anything but sorry. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

“Thank you,” Tony said with an exaggerated sigh. “But… only until we get back, right?”

Steve’s bright blue eyes darkened, his grin turning positively shit-eating.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Gods, you're incorrigible,” Tony rasped. “Like, seriously. I'm pretty sure I've created a monster.”

“Or maybe just unleashed one,” said Steve. He waggled his eyebrows, then somehow managed to school his features into a look of pure, boyish innocence in about three seconds flat. “Turn right at the next light, then it’s the third house on the left side.”

Tony’s gasp lodged in his throat as he made the turn, breathing in deeply through his nose as he tried to calm himself. For how inexperienced Steve might’ve been when they first got together, in the months since he had already more than made up for it, quite literally blowing Tony’s mind with his passion and attentiveness. Tony had always thought of himself as being a generous lover, but Steve was on a whole other level. He didn't only tell Tony that he loved him, he also showed him with every single caress of his hands and touch of his lips.

And Tony soaked up every single second of it, like an overly thirsty sponge.

“Here we are,” Steve said as Tony pulled into the cracked concrete driveway of a bluish-grey house that looked remarkably like his own, even down to the scraggly bushes lining either side of the front steps.

“I usually pay someone to come over and work on the landscaping, but the last kid I hired got accepted into the university and I haven’t been able to find anyone else yet,” Steve explained. He opened Tony’s car door, holding out his hand towards him. “Ma tries to do it on her own sometimes too, but she’s getting to the point now where she just can’t.”

“Well, once Pete gets better I’m sure he wouldn't mind helping her out,” said Tony. “If she wouldn't mind.”

“I can’t see why she would,” said Steve. He gave Tony a quick but encouraging smile as he reached for the doorbell. “Ready?”

“Yep,” Tony said. “Go for it.”

Despite his attempt at bravery, Tony couldn't help but flinch as he heard the doorbell echo inside the house, followed only a few seconds later by the sound of slowly approaching footsteps.

“Ma!” Steve exclaimed as soon as the door swung open. After guiding Tony inside he immediately held out his arms, drawing the petite, slender woman with greyishly-white hair into a careful hug. “You’re looking so beautiful today!”

“Ah, and you're just as much of a flatterer as your papa,” she said as Steve released her. She stepped back, her steel-blue eyes looking Tony up and down before offering her hand, her knuckles swollen and slightly bent with arthritis.

“Hello,” she said, clear and strong, her expression almost unreadable. “I’m Sarah Rogers.”

Tony cleared his throat, momentarily panicking. Was he supposed to shake her hand? Was he supposed to kiss it? Maybe he should’ve asked these kinds of questions before Steve rang the damn doorbell—

“Ma,” Steve said, cutting through the fog inside Tony’s mind. He curled his arm around Tony’s waist, giving him an almost imperceptible nod. “This is Tony.”

“Tony Stark,” Tony blurted, just on the off chance that Steve had somehow failed to mention his surname. He carefully grasped Sarah Rogers’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Rogers.”

Sarah pursed her lips as she shook Tony’s hand, her grip plenty firm despite her pained knuckles.

“Yes, I know who you are, Mr Stark,” she said. “I've known who you are for most of your life.”

“Uhh,” Tony stammered, his blood running cold even as Steve’s arm tightened around him. “Yeah, well—”

“And what I also know,” she continued. “Is that the sins of a father should never be passed along to his son.” She glanced up at Steve, her eyes softening slightly. “And I also know that I’ve never seen my son so happy in his entire life, which he assures me is entirely the doing of both yourself and a certain young man with whom I’ll be shortly making my acquaintance.”

“That’s absolutely right, Ma,” Steve said.

“Yes, I can see that,” said Sarah. She released Tony’s hand and stepped back, gesturing towards her living room. “Please, come in, Mr Stark.”

“Tony,” Tony said. “Please, ma’am, if you don't mind, call me Tony.”

Sarah smiled, a bright smile that was so like Steve’s that Tony nearly did a double-take. “Tony,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

The full chapter will post on Monday, June 15th 😊

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letshaikyuu · 4 years

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ᗰᗩTᑕᕼᑌᑭ ᗰOᑎᗪᗩY

May I please get a written ship for Haikyuu? I can be described as introverted and withdrawn because of events in life despite being outgoing and lively in the past. I randomly doze off and daydream a lot when I’m alone, with friends, and family. Because of my introverted personality I am often mistaken for cold a lot because of my “resting bitch face.” Once people get to know me I am just emotionally shy and empathetic. Even though I can respond and identify to the feeling of others, I have a hard time expressing my own and try not to express it often. When I’m with friends I am very upbeat, joyful, and hardworking by supporting my friends and family and putting their needs before my own and keeping them happy. I’m pretty much independent and a hard worker that spends too much caring for everyone but myself. My friends describe me as a good listener and easy to talk with because I Am open-minded and easygoing. I like to watch anime, read manga, play video games (final fantasy and kingdom hearts: my favorite series. also metal gear, solid, resident evil etc.), watch DC comic films and shows XD Besides that, my ultimate favorite hobbies include drawing fan arts of Kpop groups & anime, while listening to music (second ultimate favorite hobby). I also like to swim and drive around because of my love for adventures and imagination (also relaxation). I have a strong passion of disliking bugs (especially cockroaches). I especially love to eat sweets , in particular boba and macaroons. I have big brown eyes, long wavy brown hair, baby face (don’t look my age. I Am mistaken for looking 13-17), slender body. I am half-Chinese, el salvadoran, and French descendent. Sexuality: heterosexual Age: 23

I matched you up with...

ᔕᑌGᗩᗯᗩᖇᗩ KOᑌᔕᕼI

Koushi is not one to distance himself from others just cause they look closed off and "bitchy". He also wouldn't listen to people commenting about how he's too nice and wants to befriend everybody.

You caught his eye because you're super pretty and probably caught you dozing off one day and went like "isn't she just adorable". So he decided to approach you and that's how everything went from there!

You need someone that'll be there for you and recognise how you're feeling at some moments. Adores the fact that you care about others, that you're extremely helpful and considerate. He's not very happy with the fact that you put others in front of yourself constantly because it's super important to take care of yourself so Suga is there to do that part instead of you!

Will tie you to the bed if you are overworking yourself and tire yourself out

Koushi doesn't strike me as a person that knows how to play video games well so he'd ask you to teach him sometime...and then he'd be all jumpy and screaming at the monitor cause he cannot win that one boss fight and then you swoop in and do it for him and he just sulks lol

You two would drive around together to some remote place for some well deserved relaxation or stop by on some kind of adventure or two

Takes care of the bugs for you so don't worry bout it *wink* and Koushi also likes to be a baker from time to time so he masters the art of the macarons just for you. You two probably have one coffee shop you guys frequent and go to every Saturday for a nice lil date of some kind!

Other possible matchups are:

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ᗩKᗩᗩᔕᕼI KEIᒍI

EᑎᑎOᔕᕼITᗩ ᑕᕼIKᗩᖇᗩ

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#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq x reader #matchup monday #matchups #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x reader #hq suga #sugawara koushi #hq akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #ennoshita chikara #haikyuu ennoshita #ennoshita x reader #submission

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paganchristian · 3 years

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A view through the kaleidoscope. I was actually surprised you could take a picture this way and it would come out as clear as it did but I don’t know that much about cameras or picture-taking so what do I know about it. I don’t read the manuals or anything but just take pictures and know only a few very basic things about how to use a camera and many of the settings are a mystery to me. But anyway, I still get satisfying pictures for myself, even if they aren’t so wonderful overall, and I guess that is really how I feel about my life in general. I don’t want to aim high, it’s too much work, too much time, and concentration and I don’t have the energy or focus to even do that, without compromising something else. I will be a jack-of-all-trades, well not even that, but I don’t know. I actually feel like I have very special narrow interests and even though that is true I don’t necessarily reach a high level even in those areas, but so what? In many ways I feel that my lackluster state protects me from the pitfalls of pride, and of falsity and from accomplishments that are supposed to be more meaningful than they would really be to me, and it I guess kind of all goes back again again again, as ever, to the whole childlike state. I feel very naïve, very simple, very almost the word might be immature, in many ways but in the ways I want to be more advanced, I am. If those ways are only a very few still I feel much better than the other way around, like I used to be, when I was far more normal, socially approved of, and meeting the standard expectations of my age range in all kinds of areas, when I was a younger adult. Not that I was ever that normal, but as normal as I could manage then, and I have just let it totally be untended, like a garden now overrun by weeds, and I like it this way. I need it this way, not just like it this way.

It makes me think, looking at this picture, that the more spontaneous random turn of events often will completely transform my view, my experience of things, like a changing kaleidoscope angle, and yet it’s just working with the same few beads, mirrors, nothing much has changed, no real magic trick, and it doesn’t take genius, it’s more random luck and the flow of events, if I am attuned and ready to seize the opportunity.

But not that the opportunity is that amazing either, it’s not that terribly different than the view before, it is still after all, just the same few beads, the same mirrors, a life as simple as that, metaphorically, but it’s enough, enough for me.

So today I feel challenged by illness, and by the feeling that my family has kind of blocked me out, the my future with my marriage may be doomed to misery once my child grows up and I’m stuck alone with my husband, but the alternative to being with him is a vague undefined, terrifying and weak-looking thing that might be even worse than to stay with him, and then I think about my faith and lack thereof, and I think about how to teach my daughter, what to teach her, and I think about how to try to reach my family who has blocked me out in so many ways, but is there still a way to reach my family member, and I think about how to heal my own life, and make it more healthy and responsible, but to be responsible to all I wish I might be able to do, am I able? Or will I always be just like so many others, unable to do all I want to do, because I’m too ill, physically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically, philosophically, existentially, spiritually, and whatever, I feel ill in these ways, though of course that is kind of confusing, what do I mean, for example, “philosophically ill”? I couldn’t necessarily explain it clearly if at all, and I’m not in the mood for more of that vague dry excess of words trying to explain what ends up being unclear still and needs to be wasted more and more words,.. To try to say why I didn’t mean this or that thing, this or that potential insult or negative idea, that it sounded like I was saying. Some things it feels are just so incredibly hard to say, maybe because few have said such things, and I don’t have a framework to articulate these ideas that mostly are just things I have come up with on my own, without being able to talk them out. If I could read and talk all about it then maybe I would internalize the language I had used with others and have a clearer way to say it all. Maybe. But even then maybe not. Maybe I’m just not always very good anymore at expressing myself clearly, even if at one time they all said I was just an amazing writer, all in all, totally great. But though some little strains of talent in writing might remain, maybe mostly my writing has deteriorated or maybe it’s that I try to write about things that are harder to express these days. Or harder to put into poetic language, because if I’m not just emoting and being creative and talking about vague ideas, that poetic language often doesn’t flow and fit, anymore and maybe I’m not good at logical language so much.

I sit here in a crisis of faith wondering why and where does it lead. But a crisis of faith is a frequent companion and I never said otherwise and it doesn’t mean something amazing won’t change things as often happens to me too. Something to make it all feel compelling, convincing, trustworthy, hopeful, safe, good, and whatever else that God and my religious or spiritual belief system is supposed to be. Even then what is faith after all? Is it not just “being comfortable with not knowing”, as I heard someone put it in a video recently? Where do you draw the line at how much you have to know or how much is ok to admit not knowing? Why is goodness and virtue supposed to be linked to knowing things and being certain? What does that have to do with love? Doesn’t it often really go the opposite of love? Because if you have to believe certain things in order to be a good person, then you will judge those who don't’ believe as being bad, and you will try to make them believe as you do, not because of giving them your love and respecting their free will (which is a part of love, a necessity for real true love), not because of love,... but because you feel that if they believe they will be good and you want them to join the club of the saved. And you’ll argue and give them no peace and make all kinds of rash and inconsiderate and dangerous and harmful decisions based on that need to try to push them or convince them or make them do things and see things your way, to make them believe with the same certainty that you have. And how much of that is based only upon the need to believe that you were raised with or taught, rather than a real true certainty? But because you have to fake certainty, now you must push that on others or punish them with it.

The ego reacts to the need to be certain, because it then feels safe. Even if that certainty doesn’t make sense but if the ego has fooled itself it makes sense and it is safe, then it is at least somewhat satisfied and will desperately protect the illusion of safety, control, power, comfort, predictability, stability, and all those thing that make the ego feel pacified. Because the ego is just the survival mechanism of our minds and personalities which tries to adapt to the fear, the danger, the confusion, pain, manipulativeness and so on that society, nature and our own mental confusion rage down upon us. The ego doesn’t make any more sense than the chaos it is surrounded by. But many people, all their lives never find a way to transcend the egoic errors or the chaos that caused their egos to be so mistaken to start with. Because they’re mired in the culture, the beliefs, the relationships, the society, that formed it all. They feel pulled along by the speed of life, the force of life and culture, and it feels inescapable and horrifying to think of even questioning.

Only suffering and humiliation pulls you out of it, breaks you down from that. It has a chance to do that but sometimes it works the other way and breaks you down worse than before. I keep hoping the suffering that I keep encountering will help. But sometimes too much suffering is really too much and doesn’t lead to clarity or anything good. I haven’t bought the idea that every form of suffering has some kind of meant-to-be point, lesson or character development, the silver lining that makes you stronger and doesn’t kill you and doesn’t make you weaker in every way, mind, body and soul. With or without God’s help, no matter how you try, not assuming a false certainty that you don’t really have or feel. Some of these ideas are based on things that are in some of the videos I’ve watched lately, with Richard Rohr, and so I guess I’ll mention that since it does borrow heavily from the ideas in those videos. Not that I feel I’ve fully grasped some of his ideas and not that I think I necessarily agree with all that he says either. I feel that some of what he seems to present I would probably disagree with quite a bit, but I haven’t really looked at how he presents all of it, so perhaps sometimes something seems like something that I would disagree with and then when i see what they are really saying, I agree. I don’t want to get into all the things he says or claims because that is just one more debate arena, in addition to the one I’m already trying to make sense of now, with the path I am considering. But I’m not so much considering these other videos, well, in a way I am, but it’s not a cohesive path I feel I’m trying to adhere or engage as much as I can in all it says. I’m still in the exploration phase where I might just move on to the next thing in a few weeks or months for all that I know. But with the other path, I’ve been tangled in it for more than a year, and even if I can’t call myself one of them, I can’t disentangle myself from all that holds me attached to it, convinced by parts of it and disturbed and hurt and confused and in a crisis of faith on other points.

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Apologies for anon, I don't have a tumblr right now! I love the creativity of your zodiac posts and am curious to know your opinion of Librans. I always see them described as kind of vapid types who are only interested in appearances, and it puzzles and amuses me since it doesn't match me or any other Librans I know...

Ahoy fellow Libran! I completely agree with your opinion about vapid descriptions of Libra’s. We get rather glossed over as opposed to more… Say volatile signs. It honestly depends on what is in their chart.

A libra with heavy water influence will appear fragile, delicate, as though she were going to crack like very fine porcelain. This appearance is deceptive, because a Libra’s bones are comprised of nine parts steel. Libra has strength in their convictions, they have strong moral opinions of right and wrong. Even though they entertain both sides of the argument for the sake of fairness, they have little tolerance for injustice.

Libra’s often get anxiety about making the wrong decision. They loathe to be perceived as naive or gullible (which people often mistake them for). The issue is that they can empathize and understand where each individual is coming from, this makes them marginalize their own feelings as lacking in importance.

One of my favorite examples is my beloved Jim Henson (his birthday is the day after mine! Heehee) he was so creative, so kind hearted, fair minded and all inclusive. He brought people together to create, not only for arts sake, but with the intention to educate, amuse and inspire others. He was very concerned about the welfare of underprivileged youth, which is what motivated him to create Sesame Street. He wanted children who couldn’t afford to go to pre-school, learn the basics of writing, math, interpersonal communication, self awareness, problem solving etc. all free via basic cable.

That is a very altruistic, ambitious and forward thinking project. Yet he made it a reality, a reality which is still popular today. Even though he was the head of his company, he leveled the playing feel with each puppeteer, artist, etc. He treated everyone as equals, he valued everyone’s opinions, and though they were technically his projects, he saw them as collaborations.

Libra’s are so involved with relating to others, attending to their needs, that they often forget themselves. The saddest story I ever heard about Jim Henson, was that he was very sick for a long time, he kept it hidden from everyone–even his own wife and children. On the set of his later films, he would retire to the bathroom to cough up blood in his hands. Wash up, put on a brave face, and go back to work like nothing was wrong.

Finally, it became so severe he could no longer hide it. They took him to the doctor, but it was too late. At that point the disease had progressed so far that there was nothing they could do. When asked why he didn’t tell anyone what was going on… He paused, before gently and politely saying: “ I just didn’t want to be a bother to anyone.”

This is a tragic, but prime example of how Libra’s rate themselves lowest on the totem pole of priorities. This sweet and gentle man who brought so much joy and magic into the world, neglected his own well being because he didn’t want to trouble anyone else. Libra’s can be self sacrificing or martyrs if you will.

Because they are highly moral creatures who like to believe the good in everyone, they are often manipulated or badly used. They get taken advantage of by people who prey on their good nature. On the darker side however, Libra’s can be master manipulators. They differ from a Scorpio in the sense that Scorpio needs to be in control to feel safe, libra is self righteous, they feel privately that their way is the right way. So they will charm you, using the power of suggestion, somehow convincing you that it was your own idea–to get their way. The iron fist in the velvet glove so to speak.

Libra children are very good at using their natural attractiveness to get what they want out of adults. They pull the “cute kid” card most effectively. This can translate into adulthood, though it depends on the chart. If a libra has a lot of air in Thor chart… They will tend to be more flighty and superficial as you described. For they have more water, they will be dreamy, sad and mysterious looking, with a melancholic disposition. If they have a lot of fire, they will be more outgoing and overtly charismatic. Libra’s are naturally charming, it is a big characteristic of the sign, yet it manifests differently depending on the rest of the chart.

Libra can be a bit of a hipster, they are very cultured, have great raft in art, music, food/wine. As cultured creatures and natural host’s, they live to entertain. They can be a bit of an “art snob” (as my mother once called me). They can be counted on to decorate, curate, style etc. They have great fashion sense, and are often noticed for their sense of style. Dita Von Teese is a prime example.

Libra’s are intelligent and amusing companions, they are good listeners, have a great sense of humor, and the natural ability to put others at ease in social situations. They are classy, and like to travel in style. Ruled by Venus (the same as Taurus) they can be prone to excess. Libra’s can be counted on to gracefully keep the conversation going amidst many different personality types. They are natural equalizers. Their presence is calming. Since they are so conscious of others, they will notice if you are struggling socially, and will kindly sit by you and invite you over to join the conversation. They hate odd numbers, and can’t bear to see people left out.

They are very sympathetic to the suffering of others, and will work tirelessly to bring balance to any atmosphere of discord.

Now, if a libra is unevolved, they can be “mean girls”, certainly, but this is not often the case. Libra is generally very self conscious, because their scales tip back and fourth so frequently. More than any other sign, libra relies heavily on the opinions of others. They will deny it until there is no tomorrow, but they deeply need people. Libra is the sign of relationship, without a community, without a partnership… Libra wilts, and becomes very sad and despondent. Libra thrives off connection.

This is not to say they are incapable of being alone, Libra’s are very independent. They are ambitious and hardworking when it is for a good cause or something hey believe in. They get lazy when their scales tip into depression. Libra is always looking for balance, but can rarely maintain it. Often their experience is vacillation and confusion. In truth, libra can sometimes spend so much time going back and fourth between options that they end up not making a decision. So fearful of making the “wrong” decision, they end up standing still, watching life go by without them.

Libra’s can’t fake enthusiasm, they would rather do nothing than produce shoddy work. They can tend to be a bit defeatist if they can’t get something “just right”. Anxiety and tension arises for them if they feel rushed. They need time to perfect what ever it is they are doing. To Libra, life is a living, breathing work of art.

Love is kryptonite for a libra. They are in love with love, hopeless romantics, either openly and passionately pursuing their love interest, or desperately longing in angst for the object of their affections. Libra’s are really good at the whole star crossed/dying of love thing. They are good with words, and can sweep you off your feel with their poetry. They have a way of making you feel cherished. Like you are the only person who exists to them, and you are. Libra’s are generally very loyal creatures. They are so devoted to relationships in general, that cheating is dishonorable to them.

However, an unevolved libra (or a young soul libra) can be a bit more vapid. In love with the chase, or the thrill of the pursuit. I have known a male libra like this. He was a total piece of manipulative shit, yet his kind is not the norm. So I will just say there are exceptions to every rule, but Libra’s generally work very hard at making all their relationships a success.

They are devoted partners, who love the idea of being a “team” or a “power couple”. That is the ultimate fantasy for a libra. To have a Brangelina type romance, to be the envy of others in their unity with their partner. They are co-conspirators, confidantes. An example of this would be F. Scott Fitzgerald, who fell madly in love with Zelda Sayre. They were the power couple of the 1920’s, invited to lavish parties, traveling to bohemian Paris post WWI.

Yet their relationship was troubled first with class inadequacies, followed by career jealousies, and ultimately madness and addiction. Still Scott held on to this romantic narrative of he and Zelda. How they crossed oceans of time to be together, and admitting her to a mental hospital is what led him over the edge with his alcoholism to the point of his early death. Though he romanced other women in Hollywood in the 1940’s, he consistently chose women who reminded him of Zelda. He never got over her.

Libra’s are remarkably intelligent, adept at literature (reading/writing/poetry/comprehension) and the arts in general (painting,drawing,drama, music etc). The arts and literature come naturally to them, and other people often envy the effortlessness of these capabilities. They make good business partners, as well as politicians. Libra is reluctant to take a position of authority, but will do it on behalf of a good cause.

A libra woman, will fill your home with beautiful decor, and creature comforts. She may love extravagance, or she may prefer minimalism, regardless she loves to entertain friends and family. Hosting parties is what she does best. She will throw a fabulous event full of fun and interesting people from all walks of life.

Libra’s are painted as unemotional, this could not be any further than the truth. The problem is libra tries to over intellectualize as a coping mechanism, and often gets lost in their own thoughts. They are prisoners of their fear of inadequacy. Their sense of self is not stable at all. Without someone else to bounce their ideas off of, they shrivel up inside. Internally… The crumble to dust. Do not leave a libra alone for too long.

If you do, they are prone to indulging in drink, food, and if they have heavy water influence (especially Pisces) drugs. Libra has a hard time facing themselves. Deep down they feel they have little value without being in connection with another person as a symbiotic creature. The older they get, the more they feel like time is ticking out. Deep down they feel that honest love will never come to them.

Libra begins with the end of summer. The fall equinox takes place around my birthday every year. A time when the warm climate beings to temper with a cool breeze, and the leaves go gold and dry, falling away from the trees as gentle feathers. Libra is a time of harvest, or change. They are the beginning of winters preparation.

A sultry time leading into October. Full of bright orange, golds, browns. They are he scent of pumpkin spice. Clean fresh linen hung out to dry. They are dusk, a romantic walk with hands intertwined. They are rose petal trails, French perfume, oddities, antiques, collectibles. Fine china in glass cases. Glinting in the dimly lit room. They are the opalescent sheen in carnival glass. Fresh pressed clothing. The evidence of a party from the night before.

The end of the champagne, with coupe glasses. Art Deco, opulent ceilings, peacock feathers arranged delicately in a jar. They are shoegaze music, the lonely reverb of the guitar. Empty echoes of loneliness, intricate lace coming apart with age. They are moth eaten fabric, the light pouring in through the blinds, warming your skin in slivers. They are false lashes, skin care products, satin heels strewn across hardwood floors. Persian rugs, Tiffany lamps, Christmas lights, the faint trace of glitter left on your clothes.

They are 90s club kids, wind instruments, art gallery openings, a museum. They are guided tours, elegant ballrooms, a tailor shop full of bridal gowns. They are Lucy from Dracula, the sound of a typewriter, a gentle breeze guiding a curtain as a wildly disembodied spirit, the scent of an old leather bound book, a sea of potpourri. The feeling of being full after a fine meal. The effervescence of a good champagne. How crisp be satisfying the taste. Making you sleepy in the late afternoons.

Idealized love. Companionship. Bridge to Teribithia, “somewhere there is a place for us”. Eloping in beautiful seclusion. Promise rings. Friendship bracelets. A silver locket with your picture in it.

Feeling sad about being constantly overlooked or devalued. Being seen as that which the sign denotes–an inanimate object. The heaviness of drink having gone over the limit. The feeling of failure when a relationship ends. Panic attacks, love letters, abandoned places, overgrown with ivy. The secret garden, fairy tales, disco lights, velvet drapes. Falling into a trance. Hypnotism. The dream of love, as a two way mirror.

Rita Hayworth in “Gilda”, seen as a sexual object, but never for their brains. Having people fall in love with your image, but never your entirety.

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