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The Obey Me! Brothers realizing that MC has really fluffy hair
This post is inspired by @diavolosbaby "MC with pattable hair" one, as she beautifully wrote it. This headcanon came back to my mind recently and I couldn't help but want to write how the brothers came about touching MC's hair for the first time. Enjoy!
Lucifer
• Funnily enough, he was the first one to notice.
• It had been on a normal day when you came to him showing your results on the newest exam, you had gotten your highest grade yet, and rushed to tell him because he had been helping you study recently.
• This old man was so proud of you, so he raised his hand to give you a headpat as he congratulated you.
• Became shocked at how fluffy your hair was and contemplated to himself if it was made of clouds or something. Why was your hair like this, and was it normal for all humans, or just you?
• It doesn't matter, he will start petting you a LOT more after that. You helped him with paperwork? Pet. You brought him coffee? Pet. He caught you watching TV on the couch while he was making his way to his office? Pet!
• He just likes ruffling people's hair ( he used to do it with his brothers when they were younger but now they've grown and don't let him do it anymore... 😔 ) and the fact that your hair is really soft is only a plus for him.
• So yeah, you'll just have to get used to Lucifer petting you at every interaction you have, sorry not sorry. It's your fault for having hair this fluffy, not his.
Beelzebub
• Our sweet boy is the second.
• He was chatting with Belphie in the kitchen when he saw Lucifer pass by you and ruffle your hair, which wasn't anything new by now.
• "Why do you think he keeps doing that?" "Dunno, maybe MC's hair is just super fluffy or something."
• Became curious, and had to check it for himself, so he immediately left the kitchen and went to find you.
• "It really is fluffy…" He muttered as his hand left your hair, making you look up at him in confusion.
• "MC, can I pet your head too from now on?"
• You're still lost, but you agree.
• Will also start petting you very casually. It's great, and honestly, his headpats may feel even better than Lucifer's.
• There is a downside though, because having this man give you constant headpats means finding food crumbles in your hair from time to time, which is not the greatest thing.
• If you complain about it, he'll look like the saddest puppy and will apologize. And from then on, he'll do his best to stop himself from touching your hair while his hands are dirty.
• He still slips up and forgets it sometimes though. Be patient with our boy, he's trying.
Belphegor
• He's the third one.
• Was cuddling with you as you slept in his bed, and kept staring at your hair remembering what Beel told him about his words being right.
• Honestly, he didn't even remember saying that ( he was half-asleep at the time, what a shock ).
• Eventually gives in and touches your hair.
• "Oh wow, it really is soft..."
• His new thing now is playing with your hair as you both cuddle to sleep.
• He doesn't touch your hair on any other occasion though, he just likes to make it a "you two alone in bed" kind of thing, it's nothing personal against you.
• Playing with your hair just comforts him so much, both you and him will be asleep in seconds, it's amazing.
• And you can play with his hair too if you like, he won't mind at all :)
Asmodeus
• Asmo was fourth, he was chatting with you on the living room couch when Lucifer came in looking like a zombie.
• "Another exhausting day at work?" He asks while looking back at Lucifer. "...Very much."
• And so Asmo watched as his brother so casually approached the couch, silently giving you a light pet on head. Just like that, a smile came to Lucifer's face and his whole mood changed.
• My man was left flabbergasted as the firstborn left the room without saying a word and you stood there as if nothing had happened.
• Was this a common occurrence???
• You notice him staring, "What?"
• "He smiled as he did that just now!"
• "...?"
• "...There's no way… what's in your hair?! Is it magic?!"
• Before you could say anything back this man's hands were already all over your hair. Why was your hair this fluffy??????
• You finally manage to stop him, looking confused af and kinda mad too.
• He apologizes and explains himself. And soon enough he's asking you all about your hair.
• Becomes even more shocked when you tell him you don't do anything special with it.
• Your hair is like this without any special product?! What has he been doing wrong?! Tell him all your secrets, he must know!!
• Likes playing with your hair from time to time, and LOOOOVES washing it and brushing it for you. It's like he's your hairdresser and you're his most special client.
• It still baffles him just how soft your hair is and he's low-key jealous.
Satan
• Fifth.
• Poor guy had to endure Asmo going on a whole rant about how amazing your hair was. Asmo even compared it to touching the softest of furs, which sounded unbelievable to him.
• The blond was intrigued, though unsure of whether he should try petting you or not.
• And then one day, you two are playing with cats outside RAD and he can't stop himself from staring.
• Eventually reached out.
• "What? Don't look at me like that." He said as a faint blush covered his cheeks, "Asmo told me your hair felt as soft as cat's fur, I had to check it for myself."
• Will do it mainly at times when he's teasing you.
• "Isn't that a little too evil?" You questioned after hearing his newest plan to torment Lucifer
• "A little too evil?" *smirk* "MC, I'm a demon. Or have you forgotten?" He looks down at you, ruffling your hair.
• You amuse him, little human, you really do.
Leviathan
• Levi is the sixth.
• He's already aware of his brothers touching your hair and petting you at random times. He wants to do it too, but he's too shy.
• When it finally happens you two are gaming in his room, pulling gachas together when you suddenly get a character you both really like.
• My man is hyped as fuck, and pats your head without even thinking.
• Becomes a stuttering mess and apologizes profusely, rambling about how you probably don't want a yucky otaku like him touching you :(
• You assure him is completely fine but he doesn't really buy it.
• He's the one that touches your hair the least.
• There's only one specific occasion on which he will do it, and that's when you come to him to vent about something. Maybe you're stressed with one of his brothers, or sad about something else entirely.
• But he'll just pet/play with your hair as he stumbles through comforting words, his face as red as a tomato.
• Is he doing this right? Please tell him he is, he can't handle it otherwise.
• You wish he'd do it more because it's honestly really nice, but you understand his reasons for not doing it and lets him be, appreciating the rare moments when it happens.
Mammon
• He's the last one, and not even out of his brothers, out of EVERYONE.
• This man is so frustrated, what are you now? A dog??
• Why does everyone keep petting you all the time? He should be the only one to do it! Actually, he should've been the FIRST one!
• He still refuses to touch your hair though and only stands by watching everyone do it.
• Becomes grumpy as hell over the week, even Lord Diavolo ruffled your hair at some point after a meeting ended, wtf???
• And why did you let him? You shouldn't have! He curses to himself while still not having the courage to do it. 😐
• At some point you just have to bring it up with him. "Mammon, just do it."
• "...Huh?"
• "You've been staring at my hair like it's your biggest enemy for like the past 5 minutes. Just pet me already!"
• He blushes like mad, "Wh– NO, I HAVEN'T!"
• You have to put his hand on your head, seriously. And when I tell you this man is melting on spot and screaming on the inside.
• From then on, he starts doing it more casually.
• The most common occurrence is right after someone else does it. "Oi, I'm the only one allowed to pet MC! Get your dirty hands off of 'em!"
• Does anyone listen to him? No. But he keeps doing it, which is funny and also kind of adorable.
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me asmodeus#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me mammon#obey me fluff#omswd#☙ no creativity for names ✾
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Hi! Hope you're doing fine and feel well! If you're okay with this, can I have headcanons with dorm lideres(but with Jamil instead of Kalim) reaction when their s/o comes to them with the news of Crowley finding a way to their world only to add that they refused it so they can stay with them and seeing more opportunities in twst world?
OHHHHHHHHH I loved this one. I dunno what else to say other than I just really enjoyed writing it, so I hope y’all enjoy reading it!
He was there with you when Crowley had broken the news, and frankly he had been so shocked himself at the Headmaster’s sudden show of competence that he hadn’t even registered the expression on your face. He’d forgotten, somewhere along the line, that your time together was finite. It always had been. You had a home, somewhere out there, and it wasn’t with him.
At least, that’s what he’d thought. He’d also thought that when you called him out that afternoon to speak alone, that you would be breaking up with him. Easier to sever the connection now rather than later. But as he faced you, awaiting your rejection, the last three words he’d ever expected you to stay fell from your lips.
“I’m staying here.”
Before it’s even sunk in what that actually means, for him, for the two of you, he’s already trying to argue it. What do you mean, you’re staying? Isn’t this what you had wanted? You’re being terribly hasty, giving up the world you had gushed to him over to stay in this unfamiliar one.
But as you begin to argue back with him, to explain yourself, the full force of the confession hits him like a train. Your world wasn’t your home anymore, he was. You’d give it all up just for the chance to stay here with him, see what your relationship had to offer. You’d seen the absolute worst of him, the temper tantrums and the break-downs and the obsession and compulsion... and you still wanted him.
He doesn’t realize he’s crying until you’re cupping his cheeks. You wipe away the fat, shimmery tears as they roll down his face but they just keep coming, pouring over your fingers as Riddle gasps out a shuddering breath before hugging you like he’s afraid you’re going to dissolve through his fingertips. Once he’s composed himself he’ll apologizing for losing face like that, but for now all he wants is to hold you.
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid you’re so, incredibly stupid. That’s what he’ll keep murmuring as he holds you, but you can tell he doesn’t really mean it by the way his entire broad frame is practically shivering with relief. Stupid, dumb herbivore choosing the unwanted, the second son, the wannabe prince, over the world that was awaiting your return home.
Leona’s always been second place. Second to his brother, second to his own nephew, second to Malleus Draconia; He was fully prepared to be second to your home world too. Everything he’s ever desired in life he’s lost to someone just a half step ahead of him, regardless of his own skill. He’d long since given up on fighting for what he wanted.
But he didn’t even have to fight for you. You chose him, quickly, assuredly, like it would be foolish to even consider anything else. You would give up a literal world for the chance to stay by his side, and the only thing Leona has really ever wanted was to be the one somebody chose first. You gave that to him, without him even needing to ask.
The first thing he does is scoff, tell you not to offer him foolish placations if they aren’t even true, to chide you for attempting to pull one over on the most accomplished, silver-tongued businessman at Night Raven College. But the truth of the matter is that he genuinely cannot and will not believe that you would actually choose him over the opportunity to return home.
It takes some pushing for him to finally believe you, but once he does he’s completely stunned into silence. What is he even supposed to say? What does anyone say when they’re being told you’re giving up your chance to go home for... For him? For Azul Ashengrotto, the slowpoke, the poor, pudgy octopus, the scam artist?
His entire face burns red and his eyes sting with tears, bubbling over like waterfalls down his cheeks. You hug him and he hugs you back with crushing force, pressing his face into the crook of you neck and trying to focus on the sound of your breathing to quell his tears. He most likely won’t let you go for the remainder of the evening, but not leaving him behind is what you wanted in the first place, so you can hardly say you mind.
No matter how badly, how desperately he wants you to stay, Jamil’s first instinct is to try and convince you to reconsider. It’s hard to fault him for it, seeing as it’s what he’s been doing his entire life. He’s always had to put someone else ahead of him, make them look better, more appealing, regardless of his own wants and desires. Why would it be any different here?
But not only is he surprised when you begin to argue back, frankly insulted that he’d try to convince you to leave after you’d made up your mind to choose him, he’s also relieved. Of course he wanted you to stay, of course he’d fall to pieces if you’d left and he had to stay here without you. But Jamil spends every waking moment weighing what he wants against what would be the better thing to do, and his instincts kicked in in place of his shock.
He’ll interrupt you mid-rant with a kiss, cupping the back of your neck gently but with an intensity that says he’s never going to let you go again, so you’d better be ready to be stuck with him. Whatever life throws at you from now on, at least you’d have each other to help get through it.
His soft, almost knowing smile says "I always knew you’d choose me," on the outside. But on the inside you’ve quelled a raging storm of insecurity and concern down to a light, fluttering breeze with just three little words. Vil knows he isn’t the easiest person to be with, and he recognizes that his particularities and tastes have led to plenty of disagreements in the past, and will probably lead to more in the future.
But regardless of that possibility, you chose to stay. You dug in your heels and chose to stay anchored to him despite all the ways he knew he could drive you mad. But you did it because you loved him, and because you were terribly, terribly stubborn when you wanted to be. But that stubbornness is just what made Vil fall head over heels for you in the first place.
He doesn’t want to let you out of his sight until it’s fully sunken in that you staying is actually real. He’ll lend you some of his pajamas, dress you in wonderfully soft silk as he does your evening moisturizing routine for you and you can curl into bed together. He’ll cradle your cheek so gently with his hand, forgoing his own strict sleep routine so he can stay up and watch until you doze off in his arms.
Haha, real funny joke you’re making right now. Actually, no, it isn’t funny. Not even a little bit! How could you joke about something like that, try and get his hopes up for something he knows isn’t gonna happen? Idia is a raging pessimist, so it’ll take a while for you to even convince him that what you’re saying it the truth.
Once you finally do though? It takes everything he’s got not to completely shut down. He crumples into your arms like a fall leaf, shaking just as much, gripping you so tight as to almost be unbearable. You’re actually choosing... Him? You know this is endgame, right? You can’t reload your save after something like this, this is a decision you can’t take back.
Part of him wants to crawl under his bed and never come out, but another part of him is terrified that if he lets you go you might change your mind, so instead he just hangs off you like a barnacle as his brain refuses to fully process what this means for the two of you. He curls around you like a second skin in bed, for once shoving all his anxieties to the corners of his brain and just fully immersing himself in your wonderful warmth.
Oh, his darling. His wonderful little Child of Man. Are you certain? The last thing Malleus ever wants is to lose you, but he wants this decision to be yours and yours alone, not swayed by his words or actions. But when he looks into your eyes he sees it. That determination, that finality. You’ve already made up your mind, and nothing he says right now will change that.
And oh, if he doesn’t fall in love with you all over again from that gaze alone. Malleus loves you, he loves you so deeply and so intensely that he’s certain he would have fallen to pieces the moment you’d stepped foot through whatever portal Crowley could conjure to send you home. How fascinating you are, how utterly brilliant that with only your kindness and your friendship you were able to bring the Prince of Fae to his knees before you.
Whatever you need of him, whatever you desire, Malleus will gladly do for you. He’d move the stars to make you smile, walk to the ends of the earth and back to hear your laughter. Whatever may come your way in the future, Malleus will spend every waking moment proving to you that you made the right decision.
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So I went searching for special dialogue for a romanced Alistair, who stayed with the wardens, about a HoF who made the ultimate sacrifice. Specifically for what he says in DAI. For reasons.
I know what he says about her when she's alive in DAI, so I was curious if he'd saying anything about her if she's dead, like Leliana and Morrigan do. After reading through all sorts of forms and reddit posts where most of the answers were "huh I dunno what he says in DAI, I've never done that route," I eventually found out what he says.
Nothing.
Romanced Alistair says nothing about a dead HoF in DAI. At first I thought this was odd? Surely there's something referencing the fact that he and the warden were in love? even if just for fanservice like in DA2? Some of the comments on these posts blame it on Bioware doing bad writing again but it's hard to tell if they actually mean that, or if they're conflating "I don't like this" with bad writing because honestly? I disagree.
Intentionally or not, Alistair not saying anything about his dead lover is completely in character for him. He doesn't know the Inquisitor. Why should he tell them anything about the love of his life that he lost ten years ago? He's not as open about that stuff like Leliana or Morrigan.
You know what's actually out of character? Alistair giving a random stranger he met for two seconds an item that belonged to his dead lover because "she doesn't need it anymore."
Wasn't it enough to ruin his face, DA2? Did you really need to throw in some botched fanservice as well?
Wait a minute, Varric's telling this story...
Alright, new headcanon: Varric is, as per usual, full of shit. Alistair did give Hawke an item because he felt bad that he couldn't help them with the qunari except it wasn't anything special. But that's not interesting enough, so Varric lied and said Alistair gave Hawke an item that belongs to THE Hero of Fereldan for the sake of showing how super special Hawke is.
#alistair theirin#hero of fereldan#varric tethras#da2 hawke#dao#dragon age origins#dai#dragon age inquisition#imagine alistair reading tale of the champion and getting to this part where he gives hawke an item that belonged to his dead lover#how insulted do you think he'd feel?#also i bet he gets a lot of questions about her regularly because everyone wants to know what the hof was *really* like#but he knows that they don't want to actually know her. they just want an exciting story with a big heroic figure at the center#oh also i couldn't find anything in video or on those forms but if by chance i DID miss anything and he actually says something#and we've all just missed it then let me know and i'll correct this but i haven't found anything and given dai's been out for a while#you'd think there would be something to easily find y'know?
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For writing or just headcanons, zosan + caring for the other after theyve had too much to drink? 100% no pressure tho, it's ok if that's not ur vibe or u dont feel like it ilysm❤❤
ooh i actually have a hungover zoro drabble in the works so i’ll do hcs for this one 🤭
sanji’s a sad drunk. an existential crisis, sit-in-the-corner-stare-at-the-wall drunk. he doesn’t drink for a reason; alcohol brings up everything he hides behind his smile and his snark, dissolves the carefree grin he wears as armour. it’s not fake, per se— he just uses it to hide everything that he doesn’t want others to see.
a little bit of wine at dinner is fine. tipsy is fine— especially if he’s in a lively environment. but when he passes that point he gets all quiet, and it’s so far from his usual personality that it’s concerning.
the first time zoro sees sanji properly drunk he freaks out a little (a lot). sanji’s sluggish, listless, slow to respond even when zoro shakes him and when the cook finally looks away from the ground his eyes are dull.
zoro kneels and holds sanji’s face between his palms so the cook can’t look away, but sanji’s eyes flutter shut even as his head lolls into zoro’s touch. yep. he’s not having fun anymore. the party’s still buzzing around them but zoro hauls his sad, quiet, drunk boyfriend back to the ship; gets some fluids in him, changes him into clean clothes and carries him to bed. he’s just about to turn out the light and leave, but he leans down to press a kiss to sanji’s forehead and sanji’s fingers wrap around his wrist. “zoro.”
“yes?” he replies immediately, because this is the first thing sanji’s said in hours and zoro latches onto it with a rush of relief. the mattress dips as he sits down by sanji’s hip, brushing fine blond hair away from his face. “hey, baby. what’s wrong?”
“dunno. i’m so drunk,” sanji slurs, giggling a little before it dies and leaves hollow silence. his eyes are haunted. “i’m sad, zoro.”
zoro knows. he knows what sanji’s gone through. knows the invisible weights the cook carries on his shoulders. “i know,” he breathes, fingertips lingering by sanji’s temple. he doesn’t know what else to say.
sanji turns his face into zoro’s palm, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. “don’ go.”
and how is zoro supposed to do anything else? so he changes out of his dirty clothes and slides beneath the covers. sanji’s already out cold, but he reaches for zoro in his sleep; his breathing is deep and even, back rising and falling against zoro’s chest. zoro falls asleep to the sound of the cook’s heartbeat.
in the morning, sanji is back to normal; shivery, pale, and puking his guts up, but normal. zoro is rudely awakened by his boyfriend wrenching himself out of bed and hightailing it to the bathroom, and he finds sanji with his head in the toilet bowl and goes to fetch painkillers from the galley.
they don’t talk about it. but sanji has a gleam in his eye as they get ready for the day; an extra layer of softness to the way he kisses zoro before getting started on breakfast, and zoro doesn’t push. sanji will talk about it when he’s ready. he can wait.
now, ZORO. zoro’s a touchy drunk. a huggy huggy feely feely drunk. that man is TOUCH-STARVED. his tolerance is crazy high but if he drinks enough he gets all clingy; a little grouchy, but also draping himself over every one of his crewmates he can find.
he’s got enough sweet summer mead in him to make him stumble when he stands; his coordination is shot, and he groans when he topples into someone tall, blond and handsome. he tells the man as much and sanji chuckles, hauling him upright and getting them both back to the boat.
“you’re pretty,” zoro mumbles, face-planting into the bed before rolling over as his eyes widen. “s’nji?”
“mhm.” sanji’s trying not to laugh. he hides it behind his hand before zoro’s tumbling off the bed, magically able to walk (mostly) straight again as he grabs sanji and kidnaps him to cuddle and sanji almost screeches bcs wtf?? he hasn’t showered, he’s in his crusty dusty musty street clothes, hell he’s still wearing his SHOES
but he realises real quick that he’s fighting a losing battle. zoro’s like a goddamn octopus. he resigns himself to falling asleep while being hugged like a bolster, still in his suit and half-squashed under zoro’s bulk, but he’d be lying if he said it was unpleasant.
and of course the next morning the swordsman has a splitting hangover. he spends the day with his pillow over his head, only poking his face out to sip at the broth sanji brings him through a straw.
as you can see both of these idiots have HORRIBLE hangovers when they push their limits too far.
they both don’t like others seeing them drunk; sanji doesn’t want to burden his nakama with his past (even though he knows, realistically, that he isn’t a burden) and zoro has a tendency to run his mouth. his filter just goes poof. it’s highly entertaining but he always feels like putting his head through a wall when he remembers how emotional he gets 😭
one time sanji wakes up face-down on a bar table, feeling like his head’s being cracked open, next to the girl he’d spent the night crying and being miserable with over margaritas and french 75s. she pats him sympathetically on the shoulder as he stumbles out, face buried in her arm, and he smooths a commiserating hand over her hair and tucks a wad of bills under her elbow to help her make sure she gets home safe. they end up being den den buddies and call each other occasionally to spill tea and gossip.
food and a cold shower helps sanji; bread and cheese is his go-to, whereas zoro just likes to hide in his bedding and die for the rest of the day. god bless his liver capacity.
that’s all for now,,, thank you for the ask anon!
#zosan#one piece zosan#zoro x sanji#roronoa zoro#one piece sanji#black leg sanji#one piece zoro#one piece#ino’s ask box
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for the event thingy.. barbie x (your mc or just generic mc depending on what youre comfortable with) !!! authors choice but i do have a very strong preference towards hurt/comfort
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Hello there, 🐈⬛ anon!
I apologize for the wait on this. I went back and forth for a bit. I couldn't decide if I wanted to actually use my MC or not... but then I had ideas for a general MC, so I ended up doing that lol. However, I admit that I've never written anything involving Ciaran headcanon style. Maybe I should? I've also never posted any writing featuring Ciaran on this blog. I dunno, if people want to see it, maybe I will. They do have their whole own story. ANYWAY, I quite liked writing this one but as usual I am Barb biased lol and I went with hurt/comfort!
Thanks for participating!
COZY COMFORTS EVENT
GN!MC x Barbatos
Warnings: none
There was a time long ago when Barbatos let himself be unrestrained. It was a path that led only to heartache, so he closed himself off. By the time you arrive in his life, he is used to being in the background. He's used to helping, to supporting, to observing, never stepping into the spotlight himself or only at the request of others. You fascinate him, just like you fascinate every demon you seem to come across, but he's content to watch you from afar. He will indulge himself with tea party invitations and learning your favorite foods, but always he keeps that distance between you.
Sometimes Barbatos wonders what would happen if he was more proactive in his feelings for you. At night, when the world is sleeping, he thinks about having you there in his arms. He thinks about how full his heart would feel with you there, snugly pressed against him, slow sleeping breaths and a soft heartbeat. It's painful when he snaps back to his reality - his empty room, alone without you. It's at these times that he considers things like a confession or simply a way to indicate to you that his feelings extend beyond friendship.
Barbatos always shuts that down come morning. When he's bustling about the castle, working to look after the Young Master, preparing for another day at RAD, fulfilling all of his butler duties, it's easier to push all those thoughts and feelings aside. He can focus on who he knows he is, who he chose to be, holding it all in so he can be the very best at his job. There's too much for him to do and he finds he doesn't have time to worry about such silly things as feelings. And anyway, he's always been happy with helping you from a distance. He still gets to see you, to watch you flourish, to spend some time with you. It's more than enough.
But it isn't. And he knows it. And he doesn't admit that to himself until he starts to notice some little things. They don't pass him by, not for a second, because he notices everything about you. That's why he sees it the instant there's something new in your eyes when you look at him. He hears the change in your voice when you speak his name - it's become softer, more profound. These are subtle things and he watches them for a time before you make some bolder choices.
One day you show up at the castle unexpectedly with some tea for him. The little Ds usher you into the kitchen where you blush and stammer your way through presenting him with your gift. He smiles at you and accepts it graciously. He's about to offer to make some for you, but you run away like a startled deer - to nervous to stay with him anymore. His reaction to this episode is complicated. He had noticed your change, but this…
Barbatos agonizes over what to do next. He never once suspected, in all those lonely nights of longing for you, that you might end up returning his feelings. But he can't deny it now. The sweet blush on your face, the way you couldn't meet his eyes, and when you practically sprinted out of the kitchen, it was all too much for him to ignore. He couldn't just pretend he didn't know anymore. And his own heart wouldn't stop thudding whenever he thought of your smile.
In the end, Barbatos chooses to confess to you. Your own nervousness indicates to him that you might not be very likely to confess to him. And now that he knows how you feel, he finds himself unexpectedly impatient. He's spent enough time pining after you, even if you weren't aware of it. He doesn't want you to have to pine for him, not when there is no reason for it. He wants to see you safe and happy in his arms.
It's a simple statement. He loves you with all that he is, MC. He loves you more than he ever thought possible. Please tell him that you feel the same. Please tell him that he interpreted your feelings correctly. Tell him that you'll let him hold you, that you'll let him listen to the beating of your heart. If you say yes, Barbatos will never hold back from you again.
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Moots <33
(No specific order, I love all you guys!)
@aia45
-Newer moot! Hihi :) Who's your bias btw?
@gimmeurtummy
-I literally love you, I appreciate you comforting me when I was about to cry and you're so kind it hurts 🤭 I hope we continue to talk and be bsfs :]
@lovablewh0re
- I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU 😚❣ MY BBY SARANGHEAYO 😡💋
@linosssss
- I dunno yet D: But here, have hearts because I haven’t got anything to say ❣️💕💓
@galaxycatdrawz
-I dunno you much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I just watch your interactions with others (sometimes I interact with you too :O) and I want to get closer with u :)
@milf-ivy
-I'm sorry, I forgot all interactions I have had with you (if i had any), you’re very sweet tho😭 But uhm here's some hearts 💕 💖 💓 ♥ 💗 ❤
@sashaelfel
-OMGG I LOVE YOUR ART BROO? LIKE EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD AND I WANT TO EAT IT FROM HOW IT LOOKS. YOU ARE ONE TALENTED MF ❣💕💓
@bluejutdae
-Hii, I didn’t know we were moots?? I hope we can talk? <33
@livelovelaughmiko
-So sweet?? Adorable even?? Like you srsly have stolen my heart.. I smiled like a dumb fool, your lil photo bombs make my day/few days <33 Hehe :]
@writingforstraykids
-Literally a celebrity so I'm intimidated, and I love your writing 😚 I will binge your series as promised soon 🙏
@got-me-seein-stars
- How are you doin? Thanks for checking up on me and all, I really appreciate it :] Hope you're doing alright!
@thatonedemigodfromseoul
-You better get me some sushi so I can try it 😤And you(r)e (dog is) cute <33 Also, please stop murdering and/or committing arson 🙏
@binnies-binna-deactivated202403
- … Babes.. One moment you're there and the next you deactivated 😭
@minholing
-MWAH 😚💕💕❣❣ (I can't figure out what to say, so here's hearts ♡♡♡)
@cinnamostar
- Hihihi how are you doing, i remember smth abt this guy from a party? How's that lol, and I love your fake texts :]
@143staytiny
-Literally so fuking sweet Ily <33 your long paragraphs kinda intimidate me..but it's a-ok! Some people write long texts, some short. Alsooo WHERE IS THE PLAYLIST 😭😭
@zee-143
-No but I actually luv u, might be stalking me though 🧐 and ur headcanons/lil oneshots stole my heart.. Ngl I didn't know you wrote them, I should pay more attention to the authors.. We're officially besties now whether you like it or not. 😇 And we be matching 🤭
@lixxpix
-Hihihi I'm so sorry I forgot you 😔 I honestly have no idea if we've interacted before.. ilyt 😅💕💕 Mwah mwah 💋❣
@azuna-sz
-Hiii! Newest mootie here :] I hope we get to know each other more. How's your day been so far?
@viviworkshere
-Hi mon cheri, I think I've won the boop war earlier hehe. You're cute and I loved your fic, I like you, take care
@sona1800
-So sweet and very cool 😎 I have no clue what to say so bare with me D:
@crispxxxx
- I feel like you’re stalking me pt.2 🧐 But uhm, I srsly don't know what to say but you seem cool :DD
@atinyniki
-Are you ok bro, don't die. Ilyy 🤭💕 I'm a big fan
@yangbbokari
-Why are you still here lol, sending ❣❣❣💕💕💓💓
@jinnie-ret
-Hehe, hi. I love your writing :DD I like you too :DD
@cheesemonky
-First to adopt me, my momma. If it isn’t obvious enough, I rly like u! And your writing is amazing too, you’re very admirable and I’m 100% sure you’re very pretty
@theoncelerswifearoo
-My first ever moot here! I don’t think I’ve actually talked with you lol 😓 Wayyyy back when I was in my onceler phase (a year ago?), we became moots :) I don’t even know if you use tumblr anymore tbh…
@skzoologist
-Omg when I first talked to you, I thought I was dreaming or smth.. Like, I love everything about you and you know me now?? 🤯 And now, we talk more 😌 I'm improving with my sleep schedule btw! I don't rly take baths that late anymore 🥳
@silverstarburst
- I just watch your interactions from afar so I dunno what to say for you 😭 here’s a heart?? <33
@foivestarrsketchez
-I do not remember if we interacted before.. But you seem cool, let's be friends 💜
@crabrangoongirl25
-I dunno you that much yet I'm so sorry 🙏💕 You seem cool and I'm kinda intimidated
@lilistayskz
-I don't know you that much yet I'm so sorry 😞 I hope we get to talk more and become closer hehe
@homuncvlus
-I don't know you much yet I'm so sorry 😞💞 But I see you pop up a lot in my feed and activity hehe 💓
@nyukyujs
-I dunno you much yet 😞 But uhm I like your writing and 💞❣💕
@dwaekkiforpresident
-🧍♀️I'm kinda intimidated by you, 😚💕
I'M SORRY IF THESE AREN'T GREAT, I WAS QUITE LITERALLY PANICKING WHILE WRITING THIS BECAUSE WHAT IF ONE OF YOU GUYS GET OFFENDED OR SMTH SO I APOLOGIZE 🙏 I LOVE YOU ALL MWAH MWAH 😚💕💋❣💓💗
IF YOU AREN'T HERE PLEASE TELL ME DD: I MUST'VE FORGETTEN ...
#cute moots#i hope you like it and don't hate me#if you aren't my moot and you're here#im sorryyyy#im half asleep#don't come for me#I'm actually scared to post#..#4evetalks#4everambles#mon chéri
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Hello! May I request the Moriarthree headcanons with their spouse who has strange cravings (reason can vary, from emotional stress to period or pregnancy), like food combinations or incredible need to run and jump into heap of fallen leaves? Hope this won't be a bother 🤭 Absolutely love your writings, keep up with it, you are talented!💖
A/N: This is so cute lolol. Thank you for the kind words and for the request, anon! Hope you have a great day/night waiting for you!
PREGNANCY CRAVINGS
William J. Moriarty
Amusement and intrigue: With his calculating and intellect mind, he'd probably find it amusing and endearing to see his spouse act in such frivolous ways.
Finding humour: I believe it's probably the most often his spouse has heard his laughter with how absurd his spouse looks jumping into a pile of leaves.
Heightened protectiveness: Although the first time his love head-on jumped into a pile of fallen leaves so suddenly, he got extremely concerned thinking they'd fainted or that there was something sharp under the heap like stones or shards of glass or something. He will also make either Fred or James follow them when he's not around to avoid harm befalling you. (He doesn't trust Moran when it comes to his love.)
One to adapt and conquer: During autumn when leaves begin to turn yellow and fall off trees and are swept away into heaps — he makes sure to add something softer and plush underneath the leaves so that if his love ever decided to fall flat into them again, he won't have to worry about them getting hurt.
Patience and lenience: Whether it be sobbing over an advertisement they just saw or getting angry at him for no reason because of their hormonal imbalance, he understands that emotions are not something they can easily control during these times and thus is very soft with his darling.
Research and studies: He spends hours trying to find the most healthiest, perfect brands because he doesn't want his love to have an upset stomach. He can't control his love's weird cravings but the least he can do is atleast find a way to make goddamn anchovies and ice-cream seem like a delicacy.
Albert J. Moriarty
Calm and Collected: Like his younger brother, Albert is also known for his laid-back nature. I mean, he's literally a lieutenant colonel of the British army — he's seen all sorts of stuff.
Extravagant spending: The Moriartys have a vast wealth. Being the eldest out of all three of the brothers, the money in his bank account is off the charts. To take care of his spouse, it is evident that he would be willing to spend any amount of money on his love if it meant their comfort would be assured. Shopping spree, all kinds of warm blankets and pillows, expensive delicacies; they're all his darling's.
Attention shift: One doesn't need to crack a puzzle to know that Albert is a busy man, obvious with how less his presence is seen at their Durham residence in the anime and the manga. However, during times such as his spouse's pregnancy, period or feeling burnt out — he makes an effort to stay at home longer and takes days off so he can't take care of them and be by their side.
Heightened protectiveness: He's very protective of his love during these times. He'll tag along everywhere, following them around the house or outside - clinging on to his spouse. He has to have some sort of skin contact with them in any sort of way so he can be sure that his sweetheart is safe and sound.
Comical exasperation: Not the most resilient of men. I mean, he did scheme with his adoptive younger brothers to kill off the rest of his bloodline because he couldn't take their nonsense anymore. His spouse will find him rubbing the bridge of his nose, sighing but giving into their whims and fancies in the end.
Little endeavours: To relax his spouse's mind, he'll take little walks with them to parks, make them crème brulé, play board games with them etc, etc.
Louis J. Moriarty
Dunno about you guys but for me, this man would be the best caretaker out of the three.
Culinary Experiments: Louis takes it upon himself to experiment in the kitchen and create dishes that cater to their cravings. Together, they embark on culinary adventures and explore new flavors and enjoy the process of trying out unusual food combinations. He'll make it work, no matter how weird the cravings sound.
Emotional Support: Louis recognizes that his spouse's cravings may be linked to emotional stress, hormonal changes, or other factors like pregnancy or their menstrual cycle. He becomes their pillar of support, offering a listening ear and comforting presence whenever they need it.
Surprise Treats: He keeps a mental note of their preferences and surprises them with their desired food combinations or indulgences when they least expect it. Whether it's a late-night snack or a midday surprise, Louis enjoys seeing the joy on their face when their cravings are fulfilled.
Comfort and Relaxation: When his spouse experiences emotional stress, Louis ensures they have a comfortable and relaxing environment. He creates cozy spaces at home, complete with soft blankets, soothing music, and calming scents. He may also surprise them with spa treatments or massages to help them unwind and alleviate their stress.
Advice and Understanding: Louis takes the time to research and understand the science behind cravings, whether they are related to pregnancy or other factors. He educates himself on how to support his spouse's well-being during these times and ensures they have access to the necessary resources and information. (Read 'Louis asking all sorts of both necessary and unnecessary questions to William regarding subjects like this')
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Do you ever feel afraid of being known in social media? Like, have you ever feel afraid of people seeing your art or to share your opinions and headcanons?
I've been thinking about sharing my own fanfics and other fandom stuff but I feel afraid of doing it and I wanted to know if you struggle with this and how do you do it
I don't know if this is going to be rude and if it does I'm really sorry, I didn't wanted to sound like that
It’s not rude at all! Don’t worry about it :)
I wouldn’t say I have a fear of being known on social media anymore, I guess I’m more anxious of like, my in person friends finding my stuff? Like a lot of em already know I’m insane, but if a coworker of mine ever found my fanfic series in which I just continually beat up one of the versions of Link (*cough* Wars *cough*) I think I’d have to orphan everything I’ve ever written, deactivate my tumblr account, legally change my name, move across the country, and then explode.
I did have some anxiety first posting my own things on this acc and not just reblogging things, but honestly everyone on here and on ao3 has been so nice and supportive? I gained a lot of confidence from that. I was definitely a little anxious at the start but I have like a consistent group of people who hype me up every time I post and it makes posting feel a lot more comfortable, knowing I have people there who like the stuff I say/write :)
My experience in the LU fandom specifically has been nothing but awesome, everyone who’s ever interacted with me has genuinely been the sweetest person ever, if you want to start posting your own stuff, the people here from my experience are super friendly :) and i dunno who you are, anon, but i’d love to read your stuff
If you do decide to post I wish you luck! It can be a bit nerve wracking started out, but from my own experience, it definitely gets easier :)
I hope this was helpful 😭 AND SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE WHO’S EVER SUPPORTED ME I LOVE YOU GUYS 🫶
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I DUNNO IF THIS WAS THE RIGHT INBOX OR NOT AAAAA
CAPTAIN KOBY HEADCANONS MY BELOVED
(Haven’t watched that far into One Piece, I’m at like episode 500 so sorry if these are ooc at all)
General
- Doesn’t like coffee, no matter how much sugar or creamer he puts in it’s always not quite right or to his liking, he’s the same way with some teas.
- Keeps a pocket sketchbook or some sort of small notebook hand, sketches or writes about things he sees or thinks about.
- Favorite animal would be otters, I feel like he would see them frequently while sailing and overall likes them for their smarts, such as using rocks to open shells. Though, he absolutely adores how they hold hands or hold their kin while they sleep or float to not get lost.
- Morning person, definitely. Almost always the first one up and awake, walking around and already doing things while everyone else is still in bed.
- While he has grown up and became stronger, he’s still an easy crier. He gets emotional over things and while he can shove down the need to cry, he finds some place private to let his emotions go. He doesn’t like it when people see him cry publically, he feels like that wouldn’t make him “strong” to anyone anymore, especially with everything he has to go through.
- Struggles with anxiety, and I mean this man is brimming with it. His habit of overthinking can lead him to peril, while he has been scolded for “not doing anything and risking lives” due to it, some of his decisions after that could seem reckless, as he wouldn’t even give a second thought to the first thing that comes to mind.
- Definitely sleeps hugging a pillow, cannot sleep without hugging or holding something.
- Personal headcanon (I don’t know if we ever learn about his family or not) I think that while yes he truly did mistake the Alvida pirate’s boat for a fishing boat, he really was trying to sail away for good that day. People in his life would always tell him that he cries too easily or was too skittish about literally everything, overall bringing him down for years of his life. Yes, it was ok when he was younger, but while this behavior continued, people yelled at him more about how he needed to “not be such a crybaby” and not be so afraid of everything. Even now, he has issues dealing with people yelling or raising their voice at him.
- Another personal headcanon, this fella is so trans masc coded to me. When he found Luffy he was scared at first of course, some random ass stranger popped out of a barrel. But what really sold him is that Luffy didn’t question him at all about how he sounded or looked different, but to be quite frank, Luffy doesn’t seem like the type of person to bring that up anyway. Yes, Luffy saved him and he’s happy about that, but he also saw how he was? How he actually wanted to be? AND inspired his dreams?? The boost of confidence he got from that still fuels him to this day as a captain, that’s why he still looks back to that day, the first day someone saw him for who he actually was and didn’t question him. Still questions to this day if he’s valid or even passing for that matter, but that memory always helps him with dysphoria.
S/O
- Loves spooning, he doesn’t care if he's big or little spoon, he’s perfectly content either being held or him holding you. Though, he does have the habit of being mostly big spoon since he wants to protect you and keep you safe.
- His love language would definitely be quality time, especially with how long he has to be gone for sometimes. When he comes back after whatever duties he had, all he wants to do is spend some time with you doing whatever. Could be something as little as just sitting and holding each other in silence, or something more like going shopping or on a date. Though, his favorite thing to do would probably be being able to snuggle up with the person he cares the most about and rest without having to worry.
- Love hugging his s/o from behind and resting his head on their back or shoulder, depending on his height.
- This man is all green flags, will absolutely pamper his s/o if they’re feeling under the weather and sooth them if they’re not feeling 100%.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes btw :3€
AAAAA GOD TIER HEADCANONS!!!! I love them all!!!!!!
Don't you worry, im crawling through Impel Down, dreading 482 and what comes after 🙃 Ace girl things™️
But AAAAA no SADS JUST KOBY
This man has abused golden retriever energy, like rescued and bounced back and is the healthiest boy now.
He is a literal cinnamon roll!!!!!
God he'd cry over every animal he sees because its so cute. Like "S/O! Look!!!!! At them!!! Can we adopt them?!" Its so hard to say no
I loveeeeeeee the idea of him falling for a Pirate. Man is so upset about it too at first, like he is so in denial about it. Till a silly fanfic esq situation gets them alone and he can't deny the attraction, physical and emotional anymore?! Chefs kiss the drama!
I also love the idea for Trans masc Koby, that Garp is just like Luffy in his acceptance, like hes so confused as to why people would be upset that Koby identifies as a man. "You say you're a man so you're a man. " simple as that.
Also, forehead kisses on his scar!!!!!
Steal his bandana to tie up your own hair, the mans heart nearly stops and he clutches his chest.
Also i love the idea of his S/O trolling Alvida in subtle ways. As petty revenge on Koby's behalf. Like just any chance they get, they fuck with her. Steals her hat or something just goofy shit that you know would drive the unhinged woman mad.
Koby would 10/10 write little love poems in that notepad/ sketch book for his s/o or crush. Not that he'd be brave enough to share. He could be convinced. Lol
Hes a precious little Peony
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Hello! I found your post about puella magi madoka magica and i loved it! I actually want to request something. How about yandere puella magi madoka magica with reader, where reader getting bullied. (Platonic)
You can ignore my request if you want! And i'm sorry if my request burden you.
Yandere!Holy quintet helping bullied darling
[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Mami, Madoka, Sayaka, Kyoko & Homura ]
[ Puella Magi Madoka Magica ]
⚠️ Yandere, I dunno support this kind of behavior in real life, I just write it for fun!
Im not going to just ignore you dear, I really liked your idea so here it is!! 😄
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it ❤️
Everything had started when they offer you their help, either Madoka or Mami both of them are always ready to help. Although, If they had found you while the bullies were attacking you is Mami who step in and tries to solve the problem without fighting, while Sayaka will be ready to throw her hands on it (at least enough to help you get away from them) and Madoka will try to help you with your things or any wounds you have
They were the first of the group that you get to know, even if you don't really trust them at first they understand (well Sayaka not too much since they were the ones who helped you), Mami reasure you that you don't have to worry they are happy to help you and after making sure you were alright they leave you (they can make you company on your way to your house if you ask them). Your firsts interactions weren't too relevant, just quickly helping you, mainly because they still have work to do, but the more occasions they found you being target of those bullies the more they were worried
Is probably Madoka who brings up the idea of trying to add you to the group in order to help you avoid all the bullying, and Mami and Sayaka totally agreed with it so the next time they found you (hopely alone and not being attacked) they tell you that all of you should be friends, they want to help you (even if you try to decline their offer they will insist, not letting you too much room to protest)
At first it was just a normal friendship, hanging out with you and protecting you, but after some time they start to see how truly special you were, how wonderful friend you truly are, it doesn't matter if you are more shy or even more goofy, you had made your way to their hearts and you weren't planing to leave any time soon, little by little you had become a really important person for them
Mami doesn't feel lonely anymore because now she had wonderful friends by her side, she knows you look up at her, you see her as the strong girl she is and you know you can always count with her and she loves it, you make her feel wanted and even need it, so she always gives her best for you, she wouldn't like to dissapoint her cute little friend, isn't she?
Madoka tend to feel insecure from time to time, not feeling enough and doubting herself but everytime she feels bad you are there to prove her wrong, you are always there to remember her how she is really stronge and caring, she was the one who saved you after all, you are always there to boost her confidence and give her motivation when she can't find it
Sayaka is always cheerful, always ready to fight for others, for the justice, but the people doesn't seem to really apreciate her, it isn't like she is trying to gain something by it but not even the person she loved appreciate it, the person for whom she had give her sould in exchange for him to be alright, but that wasn't the case with you, since the first moment, when she had helped you, you had been always grateful with her, even when you didn't knew her yet
You are like their little sunshine, their motivation to continue fighting because they can't let you fall into the trap of a witch, the mere thought of it make them fearful and desesperate, that is why they are always by your side, barely leaving you alone, is just that you are so special that you should be protected for everything and anything
And that is why they despise those bastards who had dare to mess with you, how the hell they dare to go against someone so beautiful and special like you, the were really just some idiots that deserve to suffer. The more they had affected you the more angry they get, like if they just make fun of you or mess with you sometimes they aren't so furious, even when they want to take revenge and teach them a lesson they will do it in a more smart way, but if they had dare to lay a hand on you, even if it was just once then they will merciless, they will be really harsh on them, I mean, no one will even notice if they diseapear, right? who will blame them if they came a little late to save them from a witch?
To meet Homura it would take some time, she will notice you when you started to hang out with them, and since Madoka seemed to like you a lot she start to keep a close eye on you, even stalking you for a while, this was probably the first time-line you had apeared so she will be wary with you for a while, not really knowing if you are dangerous
However, everything changed for her when she noticed how special you are, being so kind and lighting up the mood by just being there, now she understand why Madoka was atracted to you on the first place since both of you are really special, it got to the point that she can't just hide in the shadows anymore, she needs meet you directly, to be with you, so she will take advantage of one of those time where you were being bothered by the bullies to introduce herself
She tries to be kind to you and even make a good impresion while protecting you, but when the other girls came she get mad, honestly Homura wanted to monopolize your time for a while, but their presence ruin her plans. She was ready to fight them in order to be alone with you but she knows that they are important to you so she try to hold back herself
She will try to make an agreement with them (mainly Mami and Sayaka), they were really wary of Homura since she had never made a good impresion but now that she were so close to you it just make things worst, and Homura didn't like them too much neither, aside from you and Madoka she doesn't care for the rest, but for your sake they will be willing to give a try, Homura had saved you too after all (and even if they didn't accept Homura she was more than ready to fight them)
Homura started to hang out with all of you too, and for a while Mami and Sayaka were quietly threating her, but in the moment you start to trust in her and even call her your friend they start to warm up to her, if you liked her maybe she wasn't a really bad person, and Homura couldn't be happier since this was the first time things were going pacefuly, and it was all thanks to you you truly are special!
When Kyoko come they were pretty wary of her too, since she doesn't really think on anyone else aside from her they didn't really wanted for her to get close to you, but after some time she started to warm up to them. She start to be really curious over you for how caring and selfish they are over you, the fact that you had been bullied made her warm up with you quicker since it brings her a protective instinct, so she ended up joining everyone on the group (she would rather be able to monopolize you, but she won't complain about the others)
After you had met them you never have to face any bullied again, they will never let anyone get close to you anymore, you have them and they could provide you whatever you need, they are fully capable to protect you from anyone who tries to harm you, doesn't matter if it is a person or a witch
The more aggresive the bullies were to you or the more affected you are for what you had to go through the more wary they become with the rest of the world, may even start to get paranoid, to the point that you are never going to be alone again (even without you knowing it)
At least once someone had bring the idea of you becoming a Magical Girl so you will go with them on the fights (probably Mami or Madoka), but Homura and Kyoko are quickly to decline it (Homura is even mad at the only thought), both pretty much know that this is not a game and they don't want to put you into this curse (not like they will let you even really risk your life), you are perfectly fine just the way you are and they are perfectly capable to defend you
And when they get to know the truth behind being a Magical Girl you were the one who keep them sane (as sane as they can), not letting themselfs fall into despair because if something happen to them what will become of you? what would you do without them? what if people start attacking you again if they aren't by your side? They can't just throw themselfs like that when they still have to be there for you and protect you
After they had the bless to meet you non of them will let anything get you away from them, not even the Walpurgisnacht and since none has surrendered to despair they were be ready to fight the biggest witch, they fight for you, for a future with you, they doesn't need anything else than you just as you don't need anyone but them
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headcanons of what I think the anipoke cast is up to in the future
Ash - Still traveling the world, on a journey to become a Pokemon Master, cuz ofc he is. He's changed his approach and focuses more on learning about Pokemon, but will still never say no to a good battle. Fights hard to stay World Champion. Occasionally still works for Cerise
Misty - She's still the leader of the Cerulean City Gym but she's slowly working up her way to becoming a Kanto Elite Four Member
Brock - Pokemon Doctor! Has been all over the place helping out at different Pokemon Centers over the years
Gary - He's a Pokemon Professor! Well known for all kinds of insane discoveries. He works under his Grandpa and eventually takes over the Lab. Still has a rivalry with Goh.
Tracey - He's Garys assistant now, make sthe lab very chaotic. Started taking art commissions on the side
May - Well known Top Coordinator who has won multiple Grand Festivals! But she still comepetes in contests and travels with the hoen coordinator gang
Max - Gymleader, he's taken over the Petalburg City gym! Dunno what his type though is, he can mix em if he wants to
Dawn - Also a well known Top Coordinator with multiple wins, and she still occasionally competes in contests. I like the idea of her getting into fashion and designing.
Paul - Either a Gym Leader or an Elite Four member, maybe even Sinnoh Champion, but definitely still battles
Iris - Contiunes to be Unovas champion, trying to snatch Ashs world champ title and learning about dragon types on the way
Cilan - S class connoisseur! Still likes traveling but also stays in Striaton a lot to help out in the café, though he doesn't act as gym leader anymore
Serena - Reining Kalos Queen and Pokevision influencer! Also her and Lisia are a pop star duo
Clemont - Not a gym leader anymore either, he's focused more on his inventions and becomes pretty well known for it
Bonnie - New Lumiose Gym Leader! I like to think she tried out both gym battles and showcases when she was old enough to go on her own journey, but ended up being drawn towards batrling a lot more. I also like the idea of her beconing Kalos champion eventually
Mallow - Pretty much took over Ainas Kitchen and started branding out their name to other Alola Islands
Lana - I kinda like the idea of her getting interested in acting after the gig she and the other sm girls had, still fishes with her dad for fun
Kiawe - Akala Islands newest Kahuna! Contributes to keeping the Alola league tournament alive as well. He doesn't have much time to help with the farm anymore but still delivers milk every morning
Sophocles - Works at Pokemon NASA, far off from going to space but he'll get there
Lillie - I am very attached to Lillie being a teacher at the Pokemon school, but I also like the idea of her writing books. Either way she does something booksmart tm
Gladion - Works at the AF, got sucked into the family buisness and researching UBs after Lillie the Nihilego
Goh - Cerises assistant still working for his own Professor title and more than mildly upset at the fact Gary managed to get there before him, he specialices researching species that were discovered more recently and has an always increasing of his own Pokemon to look after
Koharu - Since she doesn't have a canon long term goal, her story line was moreso about figuring out what she wants to do, that kind of makes her a catch all character. I can see her do anything really she works with whatever. Ik she helps out her dad as a research fellow at the end of the series and I also like her getting more into contests but I don't really think she does either of those forever? I like the idea of her doing photography, it's artistic in the opposite direction of what her mom does
#pokemon#anipoke#pokeani#timeskip headcanons#do I want to tag characters#not really#ash ketchum#there that's it
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Do you think Gambit still has any connection to Essex, that he could still ''work'' for him? Would you like him to do so?
Oops, sorry! Somehow I forgot to answer this!
If you're talking about 616 Gambit - no, I don't think he has any connection to him anymore, and I'm not sure there's really anymore story to be told there in the comics. Personally, I don't think Remy would work with Sinister anymore, as he's moved too far forward in his life, and the things that tied him to Essex are things he's got past. There would, however, be a couple of caveats to that for me. One would be if it's revealed that he's Sinister and Amanda Mueller's biological son, which is a thread I really feel that Fabian Nicieza was trying to imply, but that has been abandoned for the past nearly 25 years. Which is a shame, because anyone who knows me knows that that is absolutely my headcanon.
Second would be if he finds a way to regain his Omega level powers by having Essex somehow return that brain function to him. In that case I could definitely see some sort of entanglement happening between them again.
Having said all that - I don't exactly make it a secret that I legitimately LOVE the relationship between Essex and Remy in all its twisted glory, and I've written about it ad nauseum, let's be frank. I could still write about it ad nauseum. AU is the perfect place to do that; but I feel like I've overdone it over the past, I dunno, 20 years? And I get a little bit wary that people might get bored with it. The last long-form fic I wrote had nothing to do with Essex, and I have to admit, it was kind of refreshing.
But let's face it. As long as my headcanon is that Essex is Remy's father, and as long as Essex continues to be one of my favourite X-Men villains ever, I don't think I'll ever be quite done writing about the two of them.
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I'm sorry I really really don't want to harsh your writing groove, and your little snowstorm fic had some neat ideas. But it wasn't tagged game of thrones, and Jon Snow with curly black hair, pouty lips, and being called as pretty as a girl is only in the show. Book!Jon has straight brown hair and a long thin face and is never called pretty. It was a good GOT fic though!
Why hello, "anon"!
You know, I haven't given it too much thought which canon this ficlet is supposed to be, and actually forgot the GoT tag. It's added now, I hope this makes you happy.
But there are a few things I'm curious about.
- Can you tell me where in ASoIaF Jon's hair texture is described? Does it anywhere say explicitly that he has straight hair? I searched, but couldn't find a line on that.
- Please also tell me where in the books Jon's mouth is described in such detail that you, the all-knowing "anon", can deduce that he isn't able to pout.
- Your lack of reading comprehension is a tad concerning, considering you're all on your own in the big interweb - where in my little ficlet did I describe Jon as pretty as a girl? Or pretty, period? The word doesn't show up at all.
- Also, where did I say Jon has other than brown hair? I said dark, can't brown hair be described as dark? Are we gatekeeping dark hair now? Or is it just that you again present your headcanons as canon and everyone needs to adher to your version of it?
All of that I would love an explanation for, but since you are too cowardly to tell your name, I guess that's a futile wish.
But, I want to thank you for reminding me why I didn't write for months in the first place - because of toxic, mean-spirited, gate-keeping people like you. Because of the likes of you this fandom is in its death throes. Dunno what you get out of it, honestly.
Lastly, I know you're not supposed to show when some nasty little anon has hurt your feelings, but seeing as this whole thing is going nowhere anymore, I don't see why not. So, congratulations, "anon", you managed to deeply hurt me, and kill in its bud the first blossoming of creativity I've felt in a long time. I hope it gives you satisfaction, since you must be a deeply unhappy individual.
#jon snow#greysnow#asoiaf#got#personal#anon message#this fandom has gotten so toxic#hope you're really proud of yourself
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ermmm i was encouraged by one of my dear friends to send this to you,, i was just thinking about it while reading
(LOVE THE WRITING BTW!!! i dunno if you were already thinking about this while writing so.....)
So I’m not ENTIRELY sure if there’s a question in here about mystic powers and sounds but either way this provides me a perfect chance to rant about my headcanon for Kraang, Dimension X, and mysticism so I’m going to take it lol
—SLIGHT spoiler warning for the following paragraphs if ya haven’t gotten to the Kraang Barbarian parts and/or haven’t put together WHO the Barbarian is yet—
So, I’ve imagined Dimension X as sort of a ‘mother’ dimension. Not so much that it created the entire turtleverse or anything but more so that it’s the CENTRAL dimension that connects them all.
Therefore Dimension X is where ALL versions of Kraang originate and they’re ALL from the same base dimension, simply different parts of it. And with a dimension there comes diversity in its inhabitants and habitats.
Now onto its history; at its earliest point, Dimension X was FULL of mysticism. The various species that evolved to survive did so by incorporating mysticism into their evolution. The Kraang/Utrom species was no different.
As of right now, the oldest surviving Kraang is the Rise version. They’re the least separated from their original species. They still have a deep connection with mysticism and their original biology.
2012 Kraang (both Prime and Utrom), however, evolved out of the need for mysticism despite other creatures in Dimension X still utilizing it. They rely much more heavily on metal technology than they do their biology/biotech, and eventually mysticism just wasn’t important to survival anymore.
When that change first started, it made the Rise Kraang (aka Barbarians) absolutely furious. Especially at 2012 Kraang Prime, as they were leading this shift. And then when 2012 Prime finally took over they officially ousted any Kraang that opposed them (Utrom) as well as those that continued to utilize mysticism. (Barbarians) ((you can bet that the bad blood between them is still very much present hehe))
The Barbarians mostly complied and took their Technodrome out to the farthest reaches of Dimension X to raze other mystic dimensions that were still connected to Dimension X. And where were those far reaches they retreated to? Where they subsequently preyed on each other until only three remained? And that eventually turned into a destroyed wasteland? Well, to Rise, it’s known as the Prison Dimension.
So that’s why sound has such an affect on the creatures of Dimension X. It’s because they’re mystic, too, just like the Rise boys. It’s also why it doesn’t have an affect on the 2012 Kraang/Utrom, because they’ve evolved too far. Sound could still 100% work to disorientate and weaken the Barbarians, too, but no one has ANY idea how to do that/the correct pitch and they won’t even think of it until after everything happens.
OKAY RANT OVER BYE THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT AND THE CHANCE TO RANT🧡🧡🧡
#rottmnt#mystic malfunction#tmnt 2012#rottmnt mikey#tmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of tmnt#tmnt 2012 mikey#dimension x#feel free to ask more questions about this topic if ya want#I love thinking about the bad blood between Rise and 2012 Kraang
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Here’s a short Heroes of Olympus fic inspired by that one part in Harry Potter where Ron gets love potion-ed and then poisoned immediately afterwards. Fun times.
This takes place after TLH, during the months at CHB spent building the Argo 2. Main characters are Leo and Jason. I headcanon Leo as aroace. :)
(I don’t post a lot of writing so I dunno what else to say here. Enjoy!)
“Leo? Why are you in my cabin?” Jason walked over to Leo, who sat cross-legged on Jason’s bed, staring down at something in his lap.
It took Leo a second to respond. “Wanted to talk to you about… something. I dunno. Not important.”
Leo’s voice sounded low, almost sleepy. This, paired with the fact that he sat completely still, unnerved Jason. It wasn’t like Leo to be this subdued.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked. “If something’s wrong… you can talk to me if you want to. Or—“
“Wrong?” Leo asked, looking up at Jason with confusion. “There’s never been less wrong with me.” He broke into a wide, sappy smile. “I’m in love, Jason.”
Jason stared at his friend for a solid ten seconds before bursting into peals of laughter. “Y—you had me…” he wheezed, “for a second…”
Jason’s laughter cut off as Leo stood swiftly and shoved him backwards, almost making him fall over. “Don’t laugh at me,” Leo warned, his voice suddenly thick with anger. “It’s not a joke.” Wisps of flame were dancing through his hair.
“Woah, hey, wait!” Jason put his hands out in surrender. “Calm down! I’m sorry! I just thought… I mean, it’s been a while since you’ve said anything like that. You told me—“
“I was wrong, Jason!” Leo snapped. “I was a fool! I didn’t know anything! I was just confused and making things up! But I’m not confused anymore. Everything’s perfect now.” His face once again took on a dreamy expression.
Jason frowned at Leo’s words. The phrasing didn’t sit well with him, but he let it go. “Okay then. Who’s the girl? Or guy? Or…”
“The most gorgeous girl at camp,” Leo sighed. “Drew Tanaka…”
Jason almost choked on his own spit. Now he knew something weird was happening. A change of identity was one thing. A crush on Drew Tanaka was another beast entirely, and a far less benign one. Leo knew by now what a viper she was on the inside. So why would he suddenly be obsessing over her, of all people?
For the first time, Jason noticed what Leo had been staring at when he had first found him. A slightly crumpled heart-shaped box, sitting on Jason’s bed with all the innocence of a deadly red scorpion sunning itself on a rock. Jason’s chest tightened, though whether from fear or anger he couldn’t be sure.
“How dare she,” Jason muttered. He stormed over and snatched the box off his bed. Leo flinched, then tried frantically to take it back from him. Jason ignored Leo’s protests and held the box high out of his reach. “She gave this to you?” Jason demanded. “Drew gave you these chocolates?”
“Yes! They were a gift! Give them back!” Leo leapt onto Jason’s bed, then launched himself into the air, almost managing to snatch the box back from Jason. As it was, he knocked it out of Jason’s hand, and it fell to the floor with a crunch of cardboard. Jason stared as Leo gingerly picked up the lid and ran his fingers sadly along a new crease in its surface.
“It’s empty,” Jason said, dumbfounded. “There aren’t even any chocolates left.”
“She signed her name on the top,” Leo murmured, hugging the beat-up cardboard. “She has such lovely handwriting…”
Lovely handwriting. Whatever was happening to Leo, it had an iron grip on him.
“Leo,” Jason began carefully, “I know you won’t believe me, but this isn’t real. You’re under some kind of spell.”
“Yeah,” Leo sighed happily, “The spell of love…”
“Literally that!” Jason said. “That’s not a good thing! She’s manipulating you, Leo! Messing around with your mind!”
“Oh, she can mess around with me anytime,” Leo said, in a tone that made Jason flush at the implication.
Clearly Jason wasn’t getting anywhere trying to reason with Leo. He needed to break this spell himself, and to do that, he needed to understand it. He asked Leo, “When did you start feeling this way? When you ate the chocolate, or when you first saw Drew today? Did she say anything weird?”
“Er, well… Actually she told me to give these to you for her.” Leo had the decency to look guilty as he explained. “And I was looking for you, ‘cause I thought you’d want the chocolate, but like, you’ve already got a girl, and you and Piper are pretty much soulmates, so I didn’t think you cared if I had a few pieces, and um…” Leo gripped the empty chocolate box tightly. “Look, you don’t like Drew, right? You’ll tell her that, right? So she’ll stop thinking you’re so awesome? Perfect Jason. She’ll never notice me next to you. What makes you so great anyway?” Leo’s hair began to ignite again as his face drew into a scowl.
“What makes me so great is what a great wingman I am!” Jason said quickly, thinking on his feet. “Look, stay here, and I’ll go turn Drew down… then turn her on to you!” He ended the line with a shaky thumbs-up and cringed, already regretting the quip.
Leo brightened immediately. “Really? Thanks, man!” He dropped to a seat on the floor, legs crossed, and gazed up at Jason with the open hopefulness of a dog waiting to be thrown a stick.
Jason sighed, and left his cabin to go find Drew. And give her a piece of his mind.
—
“A love potion? Seriously? You’re that disgusting?”
Drew batted her eyelashes mischievously at Jason and leaned against the doorway of her cabin. She didn’t seem too surprised that he wasn’t worshiping the ground at her feet. “I don’t have the slightest idea what you mean,” she said, tilting her head to the side.
“Right. Because Leo’s gone from zero attraction to head-over-heels for you in five minutes flat by pure coincidence.” Jason growled quietly at the back of his throat, a wolfish habit he had never managed to lose. “What did you put in the chocolates, and how do you reverse it? And don’t play dumb again.”
“If you’re expecting a recipe, you’ll be disappointed,” Drew said, smirking. “All you need to know is that those chocolates were made with lots. Of. Love.” She made two fingers walk up Jason’s chest, punctuating the last word by poking him right over his heart.
Jason stepped back from her quickly. “Even if I wasn’t in love with Piper, I’d never love you. And I wouldn’t eat anything you gave me, even if you did send Leo as a Trojan horse.” Jason knew Annabeth would have something to say about such a historically inaccurate reference, but luckily she wasn’t around to complain.
Drew giggled. “Oh, Leo. My consolation prize, if I couldn’t capture you. I’m not surprised he ate all the chocolate before you even saw it. I figured he probably would.”
“Why did you use Leo?” Jason asked. “I thought you didn’t like him. Why play with him like this?”
“Honestly, darling, he was due for a bit of love. You can’t tell me he didn’t need the help.”
“He didn’t.”
“Well he certainly doesn’t anymore,” Drew said brightly. “All fixed! Though it’s a shame he’s found his heart only to get it broken…”
Jason growled again, this time loud enough for Drew to hear. Her exquisite expression soured slightly.
“I’m sick of talking to you,” Jason said, his voice as hard and sharp as a knife. “But if Leo’s not back to normal soon, you better believe I’ll find you.” Jason narrowed his eyes. “Never do this again,” he said, deathly quiet, “to anyone.” He then turned quickly and stalked away.
Drew stared after Jason for a moment, eyes wide in shock. Then she shook her head slightly, scoffed, and swept back into her cabin.
—
“Lou Ellen?” Jason called out, “Are you in there? I come unarmed!” Jason stood outside the Hecate cabin, several yards away from the door and hopefully well out of range of any magical traps that might be set around the building. The Hecate cabin wasn’t the only place a camper could risk setting off something dangerous, but it’s traps definitely had the strangest effects, and the most difficult to get rid of.
The door swung open at once, revealing not Lou Ellen, but a tall guy with long blond hair, a quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder, and a bright smile straight out of a toothpaste commercial. Given his supernatural good looks, Jason figured he was either a god, or Lou Ellen had been experimenting with cosmetic spells.
“Jason Grace,” the stranger declared cheerfully.
“Lord Apollo?” Jason phrased it as a question, though he was already fairly certain of the stranger’s identity.
“Lord Apollo,” the man repeated, clearly pleased. “I love it when people add the ‘Lord.’ You should really be calling me ‘Lord’ too, Lou Ellen, or perhaps I’ll stop gracing you with the gift of my glorious wisdom.”
“You promise?” Lou Ellen’s face appeared in the doorway, her expression stony. She peered out at Jason and raised an eyebrow. “You. You need me to work magic for you.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” Jason said. “I’m prepared to pay.”
“You better be,” Lou Ellen said. “Can you bottle lightning?”
“Uh… I can summon lightning. I don’t know about bottling it…”
“I bet you’re wondering, Jason,” Apollo interjected, “what I am doing in the Hecate cabin, and at your Camp as a whole, without even any fanfare or celebration to announce my presence.”
Jason thought it might be a bad idea to answer no.
“You see,” Apollo continued, “Lou Ellen here cast a musical spell, calling out to the many forces sensitive to such powers, and I just knew she was searching for my counsel.”
Behind Apollo, Lou Ellen shook her head and mouthed no.
“I was more than happy to come guide this young hero and instruct her on my vast knowledge of music, and magic, and healing arts, and current Olympian fashion trends, and…”
Lou Ellen made a talking motion with her hand, and rolled her eyes. Jason had to stifle a laugh.
“What do you need?” Lou Ellen asked Jason. Apollo stopped his speech, looking mildly irritated that he was no longer the center of attention.
“I need you to break a curse, or a spell, or something like that,” Jason explained. “Drew did something to a box of chocolates that made them like a love potion, and Leo ate them, so now he’s infatuated with her. Can you get him back to normal?”
“Ah, the old love-inducing-chocolates technique,” Apollo said fondly, before Lou Ellen could respond. “Classic. It does tend to wear off eventually, you know. Usually.”
“I’m not going to wait for ‘eventually.’” Jason said. “I won’t let Leo suffer through this any longer than he has to.”
“‘Suffer,’” Apollo scoffed. “Really. What’s so bad about a little love?”
Jason laughed dryly. “Hardly a ‘little,’ Lord Apollo. Last time I checked on him, he seemed about ready to tear down the door and chase after her. It’s getting sort of scary.”
Apollo frowned at this. “Oh. Well. Um…” He blinked a few times, then set his shoulders, his face solemn. “It is decided then! I will answer your plea for my help, and release Leo from this spell, so that he will be free once again to express his true feelings!”
“Um, actually Lord Apollo—“ Jason started.
“Never fear!” Apollo interrupted. “I require no repayment for my aid! I will not ask you to undertake a long and difficult quest, nor spend several decades of your life as my personal servant, nor—“
“I really think this calls for magical cure, and Lou—“
“Yes! I, the lord of healing, will cure this magic! I see now why the Fates have guided me here today! I know just the antidote for this romantic malady! Come with me, Jason, we don’t have time to chit-chat!”
“My thoughts exactly,” Lou Ellen said, nudging Apollo out from her cabin’s doorway. She gave Jason an amused grin.
“But… Lou Ellen…” Jason said desperately.
“Good luck, guys!” Lou Ellen chimed. She giggled and slammed her cabin door shut in Jason and Apollo’s faces.
—
“Drew?” Leo’s grin fell apart as he scanned the interior of Cabin 7 and realized that Drew was nowhere to be seen. Just to be sure, he dropped to the floor and peered under the row of cots lining one wall, and tried to look behind a wooden cabinet full of medical equipment. Jason imagined it wouldn’t be long before Leo started searching inside the instrument cases in the more musically-themed areas of the cabin. Or under the floorboards.
“Jason, you said Drew would be here.” Leo looked utterly distraught, but thankfully he hadn’t swung into anger just yet. “Where is she? Am I early? Or late? Did she change her mind? Did I do something she didn’t like? Jason, how can I fix it? I’ll do anything for her.”
Jason was grateful the Apollo cabin was, apart from the two of them, empty, all of its members either out at activities or absent from camp entirely. He had the feeling Leo would look back on this whole episode with embarrassment, assuming he remembered it, so the less people around to gawk at him, the better.
“Jason,” Leo said, his tone becoming dangerous, “you told me Drew would be here.” Jason figured Leo’s artificially heightened emotions were about to flip back to fiery anger, and he was starting to regret skipping the Medea SPF 5000. Even if he did hate the coconut scent.
Before things could escalate any further, Apollo materialized next to Leo and led him away with a hand on his shoulder. If Leo was surprised to see an Olympian god standing at his side, he didn’t show it. “Now Leo,” Apollo said smoothly, “Jason only meant that you would need to come here before you see Drew. You need to get ready, so you can make a good first impression. Haven’t you ever had a girlfriend before?”
Leo shook his head, suddenly abashed.
“Sit here.” Apollo pushed Leo onto one of the medical cots, and Leo immediately swung his feet up and sat cross-legged atop the blankets. “Be patient for a minute, and Jason and I will prepare something special for you.” He winked.
“Something that’ll make Drew like me?” Leo asked.
“Yes,” Apollo said. “Didn’t I just say that? Try to keep up.”
Apollo then led Jason a few steps away, their backs turned to Leo, and said gravely, “I see now what you mean, Jason. This is all too terribly familiar. But I’ve learned a few tricks over the centuries for this sort of thing, so hopefully this will end better than last time.”
“Last time?” Jason asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Apollo said quickly.
He pulled out a thin briefcase, seemingly from nowhere, and set it on a nearby table. As he opened it, a cluttered collection of bottles and vials spilled into view, far more than could possibly have fit in a bag of that size and shape. If Mary Poppins had turned to mad science, her endless bag of equipment couldn’t have been any stranger.
Apollo took a crystal bowl from the briefcase, set it on the table, and immediately began pouring into it the contents of one vial after another, with a speed and precision that suggested he had concocted this exact same potion innumerable times before—though Jason found that unlikely. Although the ingredients appeared suspect—a sprinkle of luminescent powder and precisely thirteen stirs with a golden spoon struck Jason as more theatrical magic than medical procedure—Jason trusted Apollo to know his way around a cure. Even if he did spend the duration of its concoction praising his own name and deeds under his breath. In verse. Jason wondered if he even realized he was doing it.
Jason glanced back at Leo, and found that his friend was still, to Jason’s great surprise, being patient. The ease with which the small demigod waited, completely motionless, not so much as shifting his gaze from Apollo and his potionmaking, unnerved Jason. Anyone who had known Leo longer than five minutes could see that something was wrong. Compared to his usual frenetic energy, he looked like a corpse.
Jason turned back to Apollo just in time to watch him add in a splash of glowing green liquid that looked like radioactive limeade, causing the color of the crystal bowl’s contents to sour into that of a swamp. A small puff of noxious green smoke rose from the surface of the liquid, like an evil potion in a cartoon. Jason half expected the murky smoke to form into the shape of a skull.
“Excellent!” Apollo exclaimed with a broad smile.
“…is it?” Jason asked dubiously. He grimaced at the scent rising from the bowl. “Lord Apollo, this won’t hurt Leo, will it? You’re sure it will work?”
“Ah,” Apollo said, “Now those are two entirely different questions. Will it hurt? Well, heartbreak always hurts, no matter the cause of the love in the first place, and exorcizing a spell so deep-seated in Leo’s psyche… well, it’s bound to damage a few things on the way out. If you’ve got to drag a bull through a china shop, you’re going to end up with a lot of broken plates. So to speak.”
“I’m not sure I like that metaphor.”
Apollo waved a hand, coming dangerously close to knocking over a nearby bottle. “Don’t worry so much. It will work. I’m Apollo. And Leo’s a sturdy little demigod, I’m sure his mind will be just fine, more or less. We can do some damage control after we get that spell removed. First things first though.” Apollo selected a small vial from among those on the table, and tapped a drop of pale pink liquid into the bowl. Immediately, the thick green sludge faded into a clean liquid that shined with the colors of a sunset.
“Wow.” Jason whistled appreciatively.
“Purely cosmetic, that last addition,” Apollo admitted, “but I find that patients tend to be averse to cures that look like toxic goo. Strangely enough.” He strode back to Leo and offered the crystal bowl. “I’m going to need you to drink this,” he said.
“Why?” Leo asked. “What is it?
“It’s a magical makeover potion,” Apollo lied cheerfully. “Anyone can put on a nice set of clothes or eat some breath mints, but only this will transform you completely into the best version of yourself. Taken in full dosage, everything from your looks to your personality will change to that which your beloved Drew would find most appealing.”
It sent a jolt of sadness through Jason’s heart to see just how quickly and eagerly Leo snatched the potion from Apollo and gulped it down.
Leo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then gazed into the reflective surface of the bowl, as if hoping to see his reflection change in real time. Jason glanced at Apollo, uneasy.
“How long does this take to work?” Jason whispered.
“Oh, I’d say about—“
Apollo was interrupted by the sound of shattering crystal. He and Jason turned quickly back to Leo, who had just thrown the empty potion bowl across the room. He stood for a moment, staring at the broken pieces along the far wall, shaking like he’d just carried the weight of the sky.
“I,” Leo uttered, “Hate her. So much.” He dropped back to a seat on the edge of the cot, burying his face in his hands.
Apollo clapped his hands gleefully, exclaiming, “All cured! How wonderful of me! You’re welcome, by the way.”
Jason didn’t spare a second to join Apollo in congratulating himself. He sat on the cot beside Leo, who was doubled over like he was in physical pain.
“Hey,” Jason said. “How do you feel?”
Leo groaned. “Hacked.”
“Excuse me?”
“Hijacked. Remote controlled. Reprogramed. My head hurts. I wanna go home. What time is it? I’m sorry. Wayward functions… stuck, stuck, stuck…”
Jason looked up at Apollo, who just shrugged as if to say broken plates.
“Leo,” Jason said carefully, “do you remember what happened?”
“Unfortunately.” Leo grimaced, still gripping his head tightly like he was trying to keep his skull from falling apart. “Gods, I can’t help think stop what? I’m sorry. Everything’s too light. Mmmmmmm try turning me off and on again. Always works…” he trailed off into incoherent murmuring.
“Apollo! Can’t you do something?” Jason demanded. Apollo seemed taken aback at the intensity in Jason’s voice.
“Believe me or not, he’s actually doing better than I anticipated,” Apollo said. “The best thing really is to just let him reset. A little rest, a little nectar and ambrosia, and his mind will repair all those pesky little gaps on its own. Good as new.”
Apollo crossed the room to Cabin 7’s main store of medical supplies, and from a high cupboard retrieved a large Tupperware bin, a plastic kool-aid pitcher, and a small orange mug with Camp Half Blood’s logo all but chipped off of its surface. As he returned, Jason could see that the pitcher was filled with shimmering nectar. Apollo filled the mug about halfway, then nudged it gently against Leo’s arm until he took it, holding it tightly with both hands as if afraid he would drop it.
As Leo silently sipped the nectar, Apollo struggled violently with the Tupperware box. “Lucky you,” he told Leo, “these seem to be brand new batches. Freshest nectar and ambrosia this place has seen in a month, I’ll bet.” Apollo frowned as he looked down at the box. “Unlucky me, nobody bothered to remove this ambrosia from its packaging in anticipation of my arrival. I detest this infernal plastic containment. Even the most valiant effort could not—“
Leo coughed loudly, dropping the mug and spilling nectar across the cabin’s floor. Jason barely managed to wrap his arms around Leo and keep him from dropping to the ground, but just as quickly, he pulled his hands away, letting Leo fall back on the cot, unconscious.
“He’s hot!” Jason exclaimed, checking his hands for burns and wincing as he moved his fingers.
Apollo tilted his head to the side, squinting at Leo. “Mm, I don’t see it. But I suppose if you’re into the scrawny look…”
“Literal temperature, Apollo!” Jason snapped, “Focus! He’s starting to catch fire.”
“Oh,” Apollo said. “Oh no. That’s not good.”
“It’s okay actually, he does that a lot,” Jason started to say, but Apollo stopped him.
“I know about Leo’s fire. This is something else entirely. I don’t understand how this could have happened. There was no way he could overdose so quickly, not on the amount I gave him. Does he have a particular sensitivity, do you know? Allergies perhaps?”
“What, you think the nectar caused this?” Jason asked. But already he could see it. While Leo’s fire usually manifested in loud shades of orange and red, the flames rolling over his skin now were a delicate gold, shimmering with otherworldly pinpricks of light. And beneath the flames, Leo’s skin was beginning to burn. Leo never burned. “Oh gods,” Jason whispered. Something was going horrifically wrong.
Oblivious to Jason’s mounting panic, Apollo continued to muse to himself. “With his natural resistance to fire, I predict he should last longer than most, but given that this fire is of an entirely different origin, and a divine one at that… Well I suppose he could pull through, even from this stage, though he’d be the first. I’m actually rather curious…”
Jason had heard horror stories of too much nectar or ambrosia incinerating demigods alive, but had hoped never to see it happen. Yet here he stood, helpless, watching his best friend dying slowly before him, divine fire consuming him from the inside out.
“APOLLO!” Jason screamed, “DO SOMETHING!”
Apollo flinched, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I could say a few words? Though I didn’t really know him all that well. I would rather just send flowers…”
Jason ran to Leo’s side, forcing himself close to the heat of the flames. “LEO!” He yelled. There was no response from Leo, except a slight twitching of his eyelids, but Jason had to believe Leo was listening. Apollo would be no help now, and for all Jason’s skills, he was useless in the face of illness and fire. There was no time to run for help. The only person who had even a chance of saving Leo was Leo.
Jason wished he could charmspeak like Piper, but he just had to hope that his own voice and his own words would be enough to get through to Leo. It was a fragile hope, but it was all he had.
“Leo!” Jason imagined a wall of power behind his voice, pushing his words forward and making them into reality. “You will not die like this! You will not die in fire! You can’t! You are fire, blazing and strong! You are far more powerful than these tiny golden flames! They don’t destroy you, they fuel you!”
Leo showed no sign of having heard Jason, but the golden flames started to dim ever so slightly. Tendrils of bold orange and red began to creep around his form, chasing away the searing light around them.
Jason’s heart leapt. “Leo!” He called out again, “You are unpredictable! You break unmovable rules and invent solutions no one ever thought possible! This isn’t a death sentence, it’s a challenge, and you can solve it!” More and more of the golden flames were consumed by Leo’s fire, which was growing stronger, reaching higher. Jason braced himself against the heat, but did not take even one step away from his friend. “You’ve almost done it, Leo! You’re brilliant! Keep going! FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE!”
Leo’s fire erupted in a blast of orange flames, filling the room and knocking Jason backwards, searing his skin. When Jason opened his eyes, he found himself slumped against the far wall, his body stinging painfully from head to toe. But he was still alive. As quickly as he could manage, he got to his feet and staggered through overturned beds and tables towards Leo, who was still sprawled out on the now very blackened and burnt medical cot. There was no sign of either the golden flames or Leo’s own fire. Leo’s eyes were still closed, and he was still covered in burns that mirrored Jason’s own, but his chest rose and fell regularly. He was breathing. He was alive.
“I just knew he would make it!” Apollo materialized next to Jason, beaming. He made a show of pulling the cot’s charred, disintegrating blanket over Leo, tucking him in like a child at bedtime.
Jason glared daggers at Apollo. The god put a hand to his chest, offended. “Well what could you expect me to do about it? If I interfered with some huge miracle every time a mortal was dying, well… I would be in major trouble, to put it plainly. You don’t know how bad Zeus’s punishments can be.” He spared Leo a glance. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t actually his time to go?”
“Um, you’re the god of prophecy?” Jason shot back.
Apollo paused. “Right. Well.” He looked Jason up and down, taking in his burns, and shook his head. “Everyone needs medical attention today. No rest for the talented.” He picked up the pitcher of nectar from where it had fallen in the blast of fire, and held it out to Jason, shaking its remaining contents. “Nectar?”
“You’re kidding,” Jason said.
“What, do you have an allergy too?”
“No, and neither does Leo! Look, Apollo—“ Jason stopped himself, took a deep breath, and continued in a calmer tone. “Lord Apollo, I think it’s more likely that there is something wrong with the nectar itself, and possibly the ambrosia. Could it have been poisoned? Or made more potent somehow, so it’s easier to overdose?”
“Jason,” Apollo began condescendingly, “for someone to have tampered with the nectar and ambrosia, never mind in such a way that I could not detect it, is—“
“Possible.” Jason said firmly. “It’s possible. I won’t risk anyone else on the chance this was a fluke. You said this nectar and ambrosia was from a ‘new batch,’ right? We need to take it all back, from the whole camp, before anyone else is exposed. We’ll find someone who can, I don’t know, study it. Find out what’s wrong with it.”
“I think you’re overreacting, Jason,” Apollo said.
“Leo almost died,” Jason said. He shook his head. “A stupid, cruel prank almost led to Leo’s death. If this was anyone but Leo, they would already be dead. Lord Apollo, you are the god of medicine. You work to keep people alive and well. Someone or something is threatening our campers’ lives by turning our greatest tool for healing against us. If you don’t take this seriously, who will?”
Apollo stared at Jason for a moment before responding. “I will speak with Chiron.” He made to leave the cabin.
“And the ambrosia and nectar?”
Apollo snapped his fingers. “Done. All of it is far out of anyone’s access but mine now.”
Jason glanced back at the overturned table, and saw that the pitcher and Tupperware box were gone, along with the mess of broken bottles and vials that Apollo had used to concoct his initial remedy.
“If you’ll excuse me,” Apollo said loftily, “I have a very important discussion to get to.” He vanished in an instant, not even bothering to use the door.
Jason relaxed for the first time in hours, shrinking about an inch shorter with the change in posture. Finally, hopefully, this whole mess was over. He sat again on the edge of Leo’s cot, causing a small puff of ash to rise up. He set a hand on the blanket, inches away from one of Leo’s, too worried over his burns to actually touch him.
Jason heard shouting from outside; no doubt nearby campers were running to inspect the cause of the explosion, which had probably been heard halfway across camp. Jason wasn’t looking forward to explaining to the Apollo campers how their cabin had gotten torched, especially when it had involved their father. Hopefully they would be too concerned over Jason and Leo’s injuries to start blaming them.
Jason felt Leo’s hand slip into his own, a weak grip on just a few of his fingers. Jason ignored the sting of his burns and held Leo’s hand back.
“I’m sorry,” Jason said. “This whole thing was awful to begin with, and now the problem’s been blown way out of proportion. You almost—“ He stopped himself, then tried for a laugh. “Heh. Those were some pretty terrible chocolates, huh?”
“…am I broken?” Leo mumbled.
“No,” Jason said. “No, you’ve never been broken, Leo. Everything’s okay now. All fixed.”
(I have no idea what the explanation is behind the messed-up nectar and ambrosia. It only exists to parallel Ron’s poisoning, from the inspiring story. If you want to know what happens next, tough luck. That’s Apollo and Chiron’s problem now. Jason and Leo get a break.)
#riordanverse#heroes of olympus#hoo jason#hoo leo#jason grace#leo valdez#fanfiction#percy jackson#hoo drew#hoo apollo#pjo apollo#I wrote Drew and Lou Ellen from memory so if their personalities are off than oops#I know having the aroace character get love potioned looks bad on paper#but I want to stress again that this is Not A Good Thing
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Hello! (Forgot how to write an ask for a couple minutes)
For your Cozy Comfort Event, could I request a headcannon with Asmodeus with the hurt/ comfort genre?
Thank you! Your writing is always great!
Hello Syren! Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoy my writing!
Okay, I kinda think this turned out pretty okay?? I dunno I really got into it when I was writing so that's usually a good sign lol. I love hurt/comfort, I think I'm gonna write more of that.
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COZY COMFORTS EVENT
GN!MC x Asmodeus hurt/comfort headcanons
Warnings: just some angst at the beginning
Asmodeus is the Avatar of Lust and as such, he is known for his confidence and beauty. And yet there is one person with whom he loses all his charisma. You make him feel weak in a way he doesn't fully understand, like he wants to open his heart and expose every piece of it to you - even the parts he thinks are ugly.
It seems so impossible that there would ever be anyone who wasn't interested in him. He has always been able to be with whoever he wanted, simply because he is so desirable. He doesn't understand how to handle your seeming indifference.
Asmo isn't really the kind of demon who will turn to others for advice on love. Far more often, he's the one giving such assistance. But his brothers know you just as well as he thought he did. Asmo especially finds himself seeking Lucifer's advice when it comes to you. He simply doesn't know how you feel and it makes him crazy.
He gets the idea to talk to Solomon about human world courting rituals. It isn't like he hasn't seen them for himself, but maybe there's something more recent that he's missed. You don't seem to respond to his flirting the way he expects you to. You give him nothing but blank stares.
It occurs to him that you have feelings for someone else. He sees you reacting to others in ways he always hoped you'd react to him. His realization leads to a night of drinking Demonus alone in his bubble bath. He doesn't want to party, he wants to forget. He starts to feel too much like Lucifer, though. Eventually he switches gears and starts to focus even more on his appearance. Maybe he just isn't beautiful enough? As impossible as that seems, it must be true.
Asmo decides to act like it's nothing. He's content with just being your friend. He's happy to be beside you at all, even if his heart squeezes painfully every time you smile at someone else. Even if he gets a little shudder of butterflies any time you say his name. He can shove all of that down, can't he? He can hide it all away. He can keep it from you, let you believe that he's okay.
The truth is that he can't keep it in forever. He won't accept that. He'll pretend it isn't true. He'll keep trying until one day it all overflows and he's on his knees, clutching your hands and crying, telling you everything he's ever wanted you to know. The words tumble out of him. He can't take it anymore, MC. He loves you so much it hurts. He thought he could keep it in, but he wants you to see him. He wants you to know. He would do anything to make you happy, he would do anything to hold your heart. His words fade into sobbing, his head in your lap.
Asmodeus can't look at you. He's still crying, but it's slowed. After everything he just said, he can't even imagine looking up at you now. You didn't interrupt him, either. You let him say everything he needed to say. Then you let him collapse onto you and cry. He's afraid to move, afraid to speak again, afraid to look at you.
And then he feels your fingers in his hair. You whisper his name and it sounds like your heart is breaking. He keeps his face hidden as he listens to you tell him that you love him, too. You tell him how you believed he was too beautiful for you, how you thought he was completely out of your reach. How you were afraid to respond too readily to his flirting because it hurt too much. Because you didn't believe it was genuine.
He looks up at you, then. The idea that you might think he was just flirting with you because that's what he does with everybody makes him a little sick. You're crying, too, he sees, and he cups your face with his hands, wiping away your tears. Dearest MC. Don't you know that you're everything he's ever wanted and more? Please let him hold you, please let him protect you, please let him love you. He's desperate because he needs you to understand.
Somehow, he gets through to you. He can see it in your eyes. It takes some time, but he learns how to get you to smile. He reassures you whenever you start to question yourself. He showers you in all the love he'd been holding back and he makes sure you understand that you are more than worthy of it. Asmodeus shows you all his pieces and in exchange, you give him all of yourself.
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