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deafknell · 1 year

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Reading your answers from that ask meme and I've thought about trans Anastasia before too! It's a good hc. I wonder if there's any other ideas related to that hc that you'd like to share, cause I'm all ears

And if you ever write that fic I'll be there to read 👍

Hey hey! Thanks for the ask, I'm really glad to hear I'm not the only one thinking of it :D Apologies for the delay in getting back to you, I've been away on vacation all week haha.

This will be a lot of rambling rather than direct points, but I'll go over the main areas my headcanon falls under:

Her establishing her own identity/role as a hyena/parallels to the boy in Kararagi Girl Meets Cats

Clinging to a very feminine presentation/insistence on being a maiden

For the first one, we know from her side stories that Ana was a hyena, a poor orphan in the streets of Banan in the Kararagi city states. Most kids there grew up fending for themselves, with no discernable identity, name, or even any hope of climbing out of "the hole" they dwell in. With Kararagi law being incredibly vile as well, the most common fate for a hyena was either starvation, dying of illness or injury from other hyenas/unsavory people, or becoming a slave.

Anastasia is a very unique case. Not only was she able to eventually get a job after being saved from slavery (with Ricardo's help) but Ana was also able to actually name herself - Anastasia (coming from "Anagura" or "the hole" in reference to where she came from) Hoshin (from the most well known man of Kararagi, Hoshin of the Wastelands) This is very significant as, to my knowledge, we have not seen any other hyena reach anywhere near the level of importance that Anastasia has.

You can draw a lot of parallels between Ana in "Kararagi Girl Meets Cats" and the hyena boy she encounters. The boy, while bearing no name or relevance beyond his background, is probably the earliest example of Anastasia's morals being shaken up. When seeing the boy stare at her eating, she directly thinks of how stupid it is to rely on charity that doesn't exist, all while knowing she would have nothing if not for the charity of Ricardo and the bartender who took her in. It's made clear several times that Ana sees a lot of herself in the boy she encounters, even as she directly refuses to help him or do anything.

The boy, of course, steals her wallet and as a result causes her to be brought into slavery temporarily, but there's a lot in the boy's short appearance that leads you to think about the parallels between them. It's said a few times that Anastasia as a child fared stunted growth, but the full implications aren't as clear as they probably could be.

Anastasia's first meeting with Ricardo in "RIsing in Life Memorial Day" has her described as an untidy human child dressed in rags and filthy from head to toe, with very little trust in humanity. After seeing several men trying to grab her, Ricardo steps in to stop them from collaring her and marking her as a slave.

The very first thing she says to Ricardo after he offers her a bite of his pastry is this: "I’m no brat, I’m a girl. Don’tcha you call me that again, old man."

Interesting that's the thing that sticks with her - that her priority after nearly being made a slave for protecting two demihumans was to make sure she was addressed as a girl, right?

Later in that same side story, she seems enamoured with the clothes Ricardo picks out for her and it's mentioned about her wanting to grow her hair out. She's thrown out of her element, looking actually presentable, with Ricardo telling her she'll be starting work soon and it'll be up to her to sort her future out. Ricardo nicknames her Ana-bo, something confirmed in the Q&A to be because he thought she was a boy when he found her.

(Little side note: One of the Hoshin Sayings Ana sticks by goes as "Women should be courageous, and men should be charming." Which definitely adds to it, imo)

Something that Ana does repeatedly in the stories of her as a kid (both the translated and untranslated ones) is insist constantly shes a fair maiden or that she's a woman. Tappei has a habit of writing it a bit creepily (very weird comments made about a teen girl's body) but for the most part, she gets mad whenever Ricardo doesn't quite treat her as a normal girl.

One strong example is in one of the untranslated SS, "Bonds of Ice/Seven Years After/Anastasia Part", where Ana gets mad at Ricardo for not giving her a cute nickname and insisting on calling her Ana-bo or treating her as a kid. To be fair to Ricardo, he's been looking after her for years at this point and she's barely grown (due to prior reasons of malnutrition) but it definitely upsets her being seen as a kid and not treated as a cute girl.

The last point comes at a stretch, and very much headcanon, but I think a big element as well is how Anastasia really values and is attracted to Julius - somebody who frequently goes out of his way to treat her like a precious lady at every opportunity. He's the face of chivalry and will always engage with her teasing comments on her looks or behaviour, which always makes her happy. Where Ricardo will treat her like a daughter and the triplets call her their boss, Julius gives her that fairy tale fantasy treatment that she's probably longed for all throughout her years hating humanity and struggling to even eat at times.

I don't think I could do the headcanon justice in my own writing to the standard it deserves, but if I had the time to do so, I'd focus lots on that yearning part of Ana's childhood being explored through meeting Julius and spending time with the Iron Fang. Having the money for pretty clothes that she couldn't even look at, being able to hold onto coins that never fit her hands before... there's an unmistakeable amount of tragedy built into her, that never overpowers because her mindset of "you have to make your story your own" stops it from truly holding her back.

If you want to discuss more about trans Ana or Ana in general I'm all ears and would love to see it!! Happy to answer asks or dms, whichever you prefer! ^^

#rezero #ask #anastasia hoshin #Its so neat to have Julius and Ana both validate each others issues in that regard #Julius treating her equally but also giving her the levity she wanted #and Ana giving him purpose without applying the pressure Joshua does #Theyre so good for each other it hurts to read early arc six haha

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carolingarts · 1 year

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OVERWORKED my little fan project averages about 300 views per little snippet (with a couple of them about 500) and while that might depress some people and I'd like big numbers, I do freelance entertainment journalism so I know that even the most minor view counts that go above like, 50 views can still result in a profit. I see some people like it regularly but at this point I just want to build up my little dudes. So this post is all about ocs and character takes/headcanon!

WHO ARE THE MAIN PLAYERS IN OVERWORKED?

Sammy Lawrence (pre-ink ish), Pete Bixby, a sound engineer and Foley artist as well as a longtime member of the studio music department, and Alan Sterling - the director of an unnamed (and lost to time and canon cough cough) bendy short.

PETE AND ALAN?

Let's talk about Alan first.

Alan is originally from Kansas (specifically Lawrence Kansas) who grew up poor with his father a coal miner who attempted to unionize the mine he worked in and succeeded (sort of). This unusually liberal idea left Hank Sterling and his family persona non grata so they were ousted from town and moved to California where Alan was drafted but ended up drawing cartoons for Stars and Stripes because of his bad eyesight.

Alan learned teamwork from the army, and came back working for several studios where he followed in his dad's footsteps working for workers rights in animation studios. He married his wife Katherine (kitty) and they have twins, a boy and a girl named William and Elizabeth.

Alan is tenacious, brave, noble,takes no shit, and will die to defend his people but he tends to inspire with grand speeches but make stupid decisions. He's also blind as a bat which is bad news bears when your whole gig is drawing tiny pictures. He lives in fear of people finding out. To hide this he may or may not have a massive savior complex.

PETE BIXBY -

Pete started at JDS because his whole family has a background in theater. His father is an aspiring playwright who makes a living on Broadway as a stagehand, his mother is a costume designer of some renown in off Broadway shows and the family legend is that he has a grandfather who was a famous vaudeville magician.

He's genuinely funny and he'd be a great 'gag man' but he's pretty happy making stupid noises and doing cutting edge work taking Sammy's scores and Jack's songs and working with a couple of other guys in the music department to synch them and print them on film.

He's well liked by the guys at the studio and had a vague knowledge of Henry and how it used to be easier while he was here.

Mr. Drew's ink machine has thrown a wrench into his carefully orchestrated (ha get it) life by making his own job difficult thanks to pipes and leaking ink through electrical sockets. He learned the hard way not to touch it when Sherman (another engineer) got shocked pretty bad. Ever since then he and the other sound guys wear gloves and masks when using the equipment. It's pretty bad back there and that shit *stinks*.

They also have to keep the place clean ironically when the actors come into record and cover up the worst leaks with any posters they can scavenge.

Despite the extra work he's grown closer with the music department then he ever expected to since the ink keeps flooding the stairwell and they end up working late under Sammy's directions. Because they're stuck down there they're cut off from the rest of the studio unless animation interrupts their work which is *the most important*. Anybody can make shit move but they make them talk. Can animation do that? No. Fuck um.

It's not like anyone cares with them stuck down there anyway. They can keep themselves entertained just fine and hell their output is better than most anyway...

Except people say he's acting weird and they're acting weird but worst of all Sammy's acting weird. What the fuck.

SAMMY/MUSIC DEPARTMENT HCs

Just not this.

ANYWAY! Headcanons for my au!

SAMMY'S GOT A HISTORY OF TRAUMA - I feel like this is pretty common in Sammy Aus but he's got an obsessive need to please that he keeps to himself purely to because he's afraid to open himself to others. He defines his personality through his hyperfixation (music) and pleasing powerful figures.

This manifests in treating others like garbage because he defines his worth by his own output and the simple fact is he can't do it alone. **THAT SAID** He prefers to do so by inspiring individuals. In TIOL Joey describes Sammy's musicians as worshipping him.

Joey's a canonical liar and his musicians are grown ass adults but if I'm charting the ink's corruption I'm pretty sure the music department got hit first. It plays up people's emotions and insecurities. Before it attacked people individually (if their personalities were loud enough to warrant it) it manifested that sense of emotional support that came from being a unit.

(I just keep thinking about 'we couldn't get out of our department three times last month because the ink flooded the stairwell. Like how long were they stuck down there? Just breathing in the fumes? Slipping and falling in it?)

HE PLAYS MULTIPLE INSTRUMENTS - this stems from my modern au but he's able to play multiple ones. He plays banjo, violin, and piano

HE FINDS BENDY ANNOYING BUT HE DIDN'T ALWAYS -

Sammy's got a lot of headcanons about him being bored with Bendy or being frustrated with it. I think it's a combination of both - that he started out thinking it would be engaging and easy and he could just top the charts and move on. The arrogance and ego that led him down the dark path was aggrevated by the circumstances around him. He always was, he thought it'd be easy. He drowned metaphorically. Then physically.

SAMMY+THE INK+HIS DEPARTMENT

I'm pretty sure that while Sammy happily took out chunks of the studio he relied on his department and either sacrificed them first to the demon or tried to 'convert' them to his religion. 'The believers must honor their savior.' While it spread, he had his people locked in his department first accidentally than willingly.

In this au (and my personal headcanon) Sammy's transformation occurred privately but when he disappeared he'd either fed his department (or big chunks of it) to the demon or converted his 'sheep' into a true flock either by force or by persuasion.

THE INK-

Purely based on DCTL and TLO we know the ink is addictive, that it causes emotions to be amplified, and that it mutates people and generates objects. We also know it's everywhere.

In Overworked, the music department's proximity coupled with Joey's behavior left that group of people surrounded by it. Bring surrounded and abandoned was different than a bunch of teenagers surrounded by it, or a bunch of adults scared as hell of the stuff. They'd been scared into submission by their boss who, already driven into madness, praised their fortitude and work and so they became a tight knit group and began to distrust others in the studio. This made the group seem standoffish and people grew suspicious of them.

Beyond that, the more broken the mind the more it's amplified and the ink snaps the mind further. It reduces filters and social boundaries. People are essentially becoming inhuman after all! And. That's. A problem!

I could go into little details and I might (I love sadcat animator dad and wet sad cat composer and his herd of cats).

IF PEOPLE HAVE ANY OTHER QUESTIONS please hit me here, and check out part one here!

You can definitely find 'Overworked' on tiktok. Check out the up-to-date story here!

#bendy and the ink machine #carolingcosplay #batim #sammy lawrence cosplay #batim oc #original characters #this is an unpaid project

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randonowrong · 3 years

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Sir Billiam (Technoblade), Ranbutler (Ranboo), and James (Sapnap) x Servant! Reader [HCs]

A/N: I put it under the cut because it’s so long. I honestly just started writing and unknowingly put so many words into these headcanons. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lord Billiam III (Technoblade):

You are one of his many employees at the estate.

You were an orphan that was brought (bought) by his parents to serve at the estate since their servants kept dying or leaving.

Growing up you were taught how to do household chores by the older servants.

Seeing as you are in the same age range as their son, your masters decided to make you his personal servant.

With how Billiam grew up into an adult, I would assume that he was taught this during his childhood.

His parents were very critical of the social divide between you and their son.

You never forgot the reminders that you were nothing compared to them.

Billiam kept the act his parents wanted whenever he interacted with you in front of them.

But he was always kind and gentle with you compared to the other servants even his parents weren’t present.

He taught you how to read and write, leaving you with his favorite books whenever he had business to attend.

He loved when you ran to him to ask something about the book that you couldn’t understand, or when you didn’t know what a word meant.

This went on for years until his parents caught you in his room reading while he wrote at his study.

He heard them start screaming profanity at you and he ran into his room to see you being dragged by the hair outside.

He walked forward to help you but his father told him to stay because they had to deal with the “filth”.

Months went by without him hearing or seeing you. He assumed the worst, his parents had you killed.

During the period, he refused to have another servant but you.

He acted out against his parents’ orders and started on his path to independence.

He focused on his studies and work so that he could take over the family business and lands so that he can find you.

After a long time, he finally saw you again.

This was when he stayed up late due to managing some family matters and he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

There you were, in the servant’s clothes, on your knees and wiping the floor clean.

“Y/N?” he asked, reaching out to you.

After you heard him you stood up and took a deep bow. “I apologize for disturbing you my lord, I shall leave immediately.”

He had no time to stop you from taking the cleaning supplies and booking it downstairs.

Every future instance where he tried to talk to you was met with profuse apologizing and leaving.

He eventually gave up on interacting with you, as in the few moments that you do, you make it clear you don’t want anything to do with him.

Without his anchor, his tether that kept him humane, he was consumed by the snobbish teachings of the aristocracy.

When his parents finally died, Billiam became the sole owner of the many properties and subsidiaries his parents’ managed.

His cruelty knew no bounds, severely punishing servants who made a slight mistake. Servants...except you.

When the heir became the lord, you had become appointed as the head servant of the estate, in charge of managing and teaching the staff to serve.

Servants would notice the tense air that hung when you and their employer would interact, the casual reports on the happenings at the estate, servants being laid off for mistakes, etc.

The first time you two had conversed without the awkwardness is when a deal he wanted to secure fell through. He was livid, destroying everything in his quarters.

Knowing that any miniscule slight while Billiam was furious would result in severe punishment, you took it upon yourself to fix the room. Deciding to spare the other servants from possible suffering.

When the noise of glass being thrown, tables being flipped, and paintings being torn had ceased, you decided to enter the room and tend to your lord.

Billiam stood by his overturned desk. Shards of glass from the decorations he threw stuck in his bleeding hand.

“My lord you are injured, please allow me to tend to your wounds.” he tensed after hearing your voice call out to him.

Turning around he observed the wreckage that he caused, his eyes stopping on your figure holding a rag and setting down a basin of water on the ground.

The room grew silent as you were crouched down and tending to Billiam, no sound threatened to escape from either of you.

When you finished picking out the shards and cleaning the wounds you stood up with the basin, now colored red, to leave the room when he grabbed your hand “Stop.”

Complying, you stopped in your tracks and faced him. “Yes my lord?”

“I-I...” he clenched his fists, trying to find the right words to tell you.

His mind cleared, he knew what he needed first from you. “I command you to tell me why you were and have been avoiding me!” he shouts, raising his voice.

You sigh, eyes drifting to stare at the floor as your lips open to answer. “It would be best to show you my lord.” you answer, setting down your things, you untie the affixes of your attire.

With the last of the strings untied, you turn around and move your top to expose your back to him.

His mouth agape, he stared at the lashes on your back, the burn marks, the deep cuts. “Wha-”

“It was your parents, my lord. They did not like it when they saw how close we were.” you added, beginning to fix yourself back up.

You felt him crash into you, pulling you into a tight hug, as his breath fanned your nape. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.” you feel warm tears fall on your bare neck.

You let him be open with his emotions, as the dam that kept all of the pain in for the past years cracks and floods out. You hear him mumble apology after apology to you.

When his tears falter, you turn around and pull him into a hug. Tangling your hand in his hair and nudging his head into your neck to comfort him.

“Don’t apologize for feeling what you feel.”

His breath hitches as you continue speaking.

“And don’t apologize for loving me.”

That night was spent with Billiam being in your arms as he had wanted to be for years, finally feeling the warmth he did when you were both young.

The next day, your belongings were being moved by the servants outside of your quarters. Under orders from Lord Billiam they answered when you questioned why.

“You will no longer be the head servant, (Y/N).” Billiam stated as he walked towards you accompanied by three maids.

“From now on you shall be mine, the spouse of Lord Billiam III.” he smirked, holding out a hand for you.

You reach out and grab his hand “Yes, my lord.”

Ranbutler (Ranboo):

A fellow servant under the employ of Lord Billiam III.

The both of you were employed on the same day, as your new master needed more servants to manage the happenings around his vast estate.

Ranboo had no time to introduce himself to you as work was immediately shoved upon his shoulders, he would be acting as the personal servant at the side of Lord Billiam.

You, meanwhile, were in charge of managing the storehouse and making sure everything your master needed was in stock.

Life...is hard when serving under an aristocrat, more so under Lord Billiam.

He was very critical of everything and all he does is done with utmost perfection. Failure wasn’t allowed at his manor.

Thankfully, you were able to adjust easily to your job. Taking walks around the estate to question the denizens of the necessities which were needed. Being able to pick out the most affordable but high quality items.

Which lead to you being one of the few that did not catch the ire of your master. He had even given a sarcastic statement which sounded like a compliment? You were unsure if he was capable of complimenting a mere servant.

When Lord Billiam needed to attend to business away from the city, he left Ranboo in charge of acting in his stead, as one of his closest aides.

Most of the servants breathed a collective sigh of relief when the carriages, carrying your master, had left the confines of the property.

The few servants that stood by the side and watched the others silently knew something.

They couldn’t slack just because he wasn’t here. Lord Billiam has eyes and ears everywhere, so slacking off was something never to be done.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Ranboo walk and stand beside you. “Lord Billiam wants stocks of wine and other refreshments to be present in the cellar by the time he arrives. He specifically instructed to only procure the best, so do not worry about the cost.”

You nod and continue watching the rambunctious bunch of servants. “Of course. I assume Lord Billiam instructed you about that?” you question.

He gives a slight nod and turns to walk back inside the manor leaving you.

The next day, most of the servants had taken it upon themselves to have fun while doing their job. The cooks used ingredients to cook meals for themselves, the cleaners allowing dust and dirt to gather on the furniture.

You took your daily stroll around the place, taking mental notes of whatever the servants you crossed paths with were doing.

Absentmindedly you bumped into someone’s chest and mumbled a quick “Sorry.”

Looking up you came faced with the trusted aide of your lord. “Would you like to join me for afternoon tea?” he invited, gesturing to the direction of the balcony.

You raise a brow and begin walking with him towards the balcony. In your mind you wonder what his plans may be, knowing Lord Billiam must have trusted him with that.

Arriving at the balcony a gentle breeze blew through your hair as you looked at the table in front of you. An assortment of treats and sweets were laid out, a pot of tea with two cups and saucers present as well.

Ranboo walked to one of the chairs and pulled it out, gesturing for you to take a seat. When you did, he walked to his own and began pouring the hot beverage.

The two of you sat in silence, the only sound being heard were the chirping of the birds that flew overhead.

“So...I presume that you are on the same orders as I am?” you break the silence, taking a sip from your cup and staring at him for an answer.

He nods. “Sir Billiam has entrusted me with this job and I must fulfill it dutifully. You must understand so, (Y/N).” he grabs the pot and pours himself another cup.

“Yes...we must weed out the imperfections that our lord does not need.” you hum, staring at your reflection in the tea. “As our lord’s favored aids, you being publicly known, and I with the others being secret, must serve without fault.”

Your eyes both held a dark gleam, staring at each other with understanding of your orders. “Well, I am thankful for the tea, but I must continue with my work.” you stand and set down your saucer. “I enjoyed our small discussion. I hope to speak with you more in the future, now excuse me.”

The succeeding days were a blur, although your master was absent from the manor, there was still a backlog of work and duties which had to be done. Having to continue observing the other servants, managing deliveries and orders to and from the estate, and making sure your discussion with the butler was kept private.

Oh yes, speaking of the butler. He would be at each of your turns, giving his insight on what sir Billiam would order and keeping the estate running.

You would catch him in the corner of your eye, staring at you from the shadows. Though this did not faze you as he was just following commands, as was you.

When Lord Billiam III returned a week later all the servants stood outside to receive their Lord. They all stood firmly, heads bowing low, and no noise threatening to escape their lips. “Welcome back my Lord!” you all collectively shout.

You and Ranboo stood at the head of the two lines. Lord Billiam began to stride towards the entrance when he stopped in his tracks. “You two, follow me.” he commanded and continued on his path.

“Yes my lord.” you both answer, raising your heads and following him, keeping a suitable distance.

Arriving in front of the doors to his quarters, you both took steps forward and opened the double doors and bowing. You could feel the smirk that Sir Billiam held as he walked in, the two of you soon following and closing the doors.

Taking a seat at his study, Billiam put his hands together and set his elbows on the table. “Now, give me a detailed report you two.” he ordered.

You both nodded and gave detailed statements on what happened at the estate in the duration of his absence. Every mistake, every success, every mishap, everything. With him nodding to each explanation.

“I knew picking you two as my personal aides wasn’t a mistake.” he chuckles. “Now leave, I have work to do.” he states, voice turning cold.

In the morning, all the servants were gathered in the main hall. They whispered to one another, wondering about the sudden meeting.

The noises stopped as soon as Lord Billiam stood at the head of the stairs overlooking the foyer, he was followed by two servants, the butler and you.

“Now, you may all be wondering why I have called you all at such an ungodly hour.” he stated, looking at the servants like ants. “It has come to my attention the problems my estate faces, with regards to all of you.” he continues, taking delight in the looks of fear that some held.

“I hereby relieve you all of your duties, leave at once, I have no need for incompetents who slack around when they believe their master isn’t present.” he seethes, glaring at them, before turning and leaving the room.

You and Ranboo glance at each other as you hear the servants cry, some panic, some running to sort out their departure. No matter, you thought, as the butler put a hand on your shoulder and nodded.

He tugged your arm towards the balcony, a soft smile on his face. “Afternoon tea?”

“I would be glad to have some, Mr. Butler.”

Lord James (Sapnap):

You are a servant in service to Lord James’ family for a long period.

You were present from the beginning of his marriage to his subsequent divorce. Acting as one of his wife’s personal servants, in charge of dressing her and tending to her beck and call.

Having been assigned to her, you were well acquainted with Lord James. Being the one to inform him whenever your lady was unavailable.

Though the first interaction between just you two, not involving or speaking about anyone else happened quite later.

It happened after an argument with his wife, who promptly stormed out of the manor, leaving you with her husband. You felt awkward being left in the same room without your lady.

You were ready to walk out of the room when you suddenly heard him collapse as he began to sob.

You crouched down and held him up, comfortingly rubbing his back. You were about to speak when you were pulled into a hug, feeling tears fall on your shirt.

You stayed on the floor, letting James cry his heart out. You continued rubbing his back but stayed silent.

Once his tears stopped flowing, you helped him stand and walk to his bed.

Turning to leave the room, you were stopped when he grabbed your hand firmly. “Stay.” he softly spoke, tugging you towards the bed.

“My lord, we can’t, what would my lady think-” you protested, worried for yourself and for him, already thinking of the scale of this scandal if word got out.

“I just...want someone to hold me, please.” he pleaded, eyes downcast towards the floor.

You relented as he brought you into an embrace and pulled you into the bed. He rest his head in the crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

Within moments, he had fallen asleep, obviously emotionally drained with all the baggage he’d been carrying. You sigh, running a hand through his soft locks. He stirred in his sleep and moved his head closer to your hand.

You stayed there for a few minutes, a wave of exhaustion washing over you as well. Slowly, you were lulled to sleep with the sound of his breathing...

Awakening, you rubbed your eyes, it was still dark outside possibly nearing daybreak you assumed. Turning your head, you saw Lord James. He still remained clung to your side like a babe.

Although you wanted to stay in the comforts of the soft bed, one which could not be said for your own in the servants’ quarter, you decided to leave before his wife came upon the scene.

Slowly, you wrung the arm he was hugging from his grasp and stood up from the bed. Fixing your attire you saw as he stirred from his sleep, moving to search for the source of heat that moved away.

You smiled, tugging the blankets over his figure and patting his head one last time before exiting the room.

With a soft click of the door, you scanned the halls, it was empty. You breathed a sigh of relief, it was a good thing no one caught you at this time. You knew what people would assume if they had seen you, a lusty commoner ruins another marriage.

You began your walk towards the servants’ shared quarters, the light of the moon passing through the window lighting your path.

James awoke the next day, with a blanket draped over him. He smiled, knowing you did this.

He heard a knock at the door “My lord, breakfast has been served and my lady is looking for you.” a servant called out before the clacking of their shoes indicated they walked away.

Sighing, he began to prepare himself for the day, grabbing a new tunic and fixing his disheveled appearance.

Arriving at the dining hall, he saw servants running around the place, placing plates and utensils on the table. Some were bringing out the food from the kitchens.

Although his eyes drifted immediately to you. You were stood by his wife and listening to the orders she barked at you. With each command earning a nod of acknowledgement from you afterwards.

With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you and turned to start her meal. You bowed and turned to exit the room when your eyes met James’. You stilled before casting your eyes to the floor and walking out of the hall.

James understood it all too well, once being someone who laughed at the broken marriages of other nobles, caused by them falling prey to their servants’ temptation. He couldn’t laugh, now that he was one of them.

He knew it was wrong though. He was already married, and had a duty to fulfill to his family and wife. While you? You were trying to survive in society, not wanting to be part of any drama.

Snapping out of his trance when his wife called out to him, he sighed and took a seat at the table. Mind still focused on you.

Even though he consummated the marriage and had children with her. His love and yearning for you never faltered. You were by her side every step of their marriage. You took turns with the nannies in watching the children, sometimes being left to care for them when James and his wife went on trips.

Through the years you two did this careful dance. Feathery touches that drifted on your skin for moments before disappearing. Loving glances thrown at each other’s way. The soft tone of his voice when he spoke to you. Though others would think nothing of it, the two of you knew the fragile fantasy going on.

A fragile fantasy that all came crashing down that day.

Screaming could be heard throughout the whole manor, servants stayed quiet and steered away from the room, which you couldn’t really do.

As the personal servant of Lord James’ wife, you stood by the sidelines as they threw words, insults, and the occasional object at each other in their rage.

In her anger she threw one of the decorative stones on the nearby table. Lord James saw it and was able to jump out of the way.

They both stopped when they heard it collide with something else. Turning around, he saw the stone on the floor with blood staining one side of it.

You crouched down from the pain and put a hand on the side of your head, retracting it you could see the red color staining your skin.

“(Y/N)!” James shouted, running over to help you up when his wife cut in.

“Don’t help that lowly servant! Pay attention to me you bastard! Do you think I wouldn’t notice?!” she shouted.

James paid no mind to her as he caught you in his arms. You had passed out from the blood loss, and probably the concussion on your head.

“Don’t think we aren’t done talking! You still haven’t answered me!” she continued to scream, though her words never reached his ears.

Picking you up he turned and glared at her. “We’ll speak about this tomorrow.” he firmly stated, before walking out and bring you to an empty room so he can tend to you.

You awoke with a headache, it was dark. Sitting up on the bed, you noticed you were one in the spare bedrooms and gripped your forehead as a stinging pain came. Right...you got hit by a rock.

You jumped when you heard the door open. Turning you came faced with Lord James, the upper buttons of his shirt being undone and a hand running through his hair.

He opened his eyes and met yours, then he scrambled towards you. “Are you okay? Is there still pain? Do you want me to call the physician?”

“Please do not worry yourself over me my lord.” you answered, wanting to keep the formality of the situation. Standing up from the bed you put your hand over his, which was placed on the side of your head.

“I- uh yes.” he coughed, retracting his hand and putting them by his side. “I’m sorry about that, you didn’t need to get caught up in our argument.”

Your eyes widened, your lady must be looking for you right now. “Excuse me, my lord.” you stated in panic, patting yourself down to look presentable before running out of the room.

“No need, she’s gone.” you heard James state as you stopped in your tracks. “Our divorce will be finalized in a few days, and she doesn’t want anything to do with me or you anymore.”

Thoughts raced through your mind, does she know about the incident, what would happen to you if she did. Your breathing picked up as you stilled.

James brought you into an embrace, your back hitting his chest as he dipped his head into the top of your head and inhaled. Your hair smelled lovely, comparable to that of other noble ladies. He shut the door, wanting to keep the privacy between you two.

“My lord, we shouldn’t it isn’t proper.” you stated, keeping firm on the fact you wanted to preserve not only your reputation but more importantly his.

“I don’t care.”

“But what would others think?”

“I don’t care.” he firmly stated, turning you around and pushing you against the wall.

“For years I’ve kept these feelings inside and now that there isn’t anything stopping me, I can finally express these repressed emotions.” he continued.

“I...I...-” he trailed.

“I command you to love me!” he shouted. trapping you against the wall with his forehead touching your own.

You sigh in defeat and finally relent, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I already do, my lord.”

#technoblade x reader #ranboo x reader #sapnap x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #tftsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #tales from the smp x reader

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mlm-mod-taka · 3 years

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Hi! It's me again, I really enjoy your hcs and I was wondering if I could request again some hcs for Byakuya, Ghundam, Chihiro and, (If you want), any character you choose x GN reader who has a hard time falling asleep and hardly sleep because of that, thanks and sorry if my English is bad, I hope you have a nice day <3

INSOMNIAC READER • byakuya, chihiro, gundham x gn reader

of course, anon! i didnt proof read, so im sorry if there are any typos in this. im somewhat in a hurry to finish this since im not used to answering anything below 3 requests a day, so i hope its decent! also, please get enough sleep, it'll really help you! i hope you enjoy these.

tws/cws: he/him pronouns for chihiro.

|| -> mod taka <3

he finds out that you do this when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and he sees you in the kitchen, eating chips and watching a video on your gadget.

is very surprised and almost had a heart attack, thinking that someone broke into his house when he doesnt see you next to him and when he hears the strange sound of plastic rustling in the kitchen.

will ask why youre not in bed in a very exhausted tone. its not directed at you, the man just needs some peace and quiet. he has a pretty stressful life, after all.

when you tell him that you have trouble sleeping, and that you just dont sleep at all for some days in a row, he looks at you like you just grew 3 extra eyes. you... dont sleep for days on end? is that even possible?

he just, drags you to bed silently and tells you to just wait until you fall asleep. 2 hours later, he wakes up again. this time, to you playing a game on your phone with your earphones on.

you'll explain again how really nothing has helped you so far, and that waiting around while waiting for them to be sleepy is useless.

okay, this is serious. he finally got enough sleep, so he commands one of his servants to get a bottle of the strongest melatonin they could buy. he'll also issue a doctor appointment to make sure its not some kind of side effect for an illness.

once they can confirm that youre okay, but you just need ALOT of sleep, he'll nod, making a promise to himself that he'll fix your hurrendous sleeping patterns. not only for your sake, but for his too. he really doesnt want to wake up constantly because you made an unexpected noise when youre awake.

the first step to his plan is by making you eat/drink things that are known to help people sleep. even if you dont like the taste, he will probably still feed it to you since he knows its the better good. both you and him need beauty sleep.

after he makes you eat one of those things atleast once everyday, he'll also make you take a melatonin pill atleast 30 minutes before you go to bed.

when you start to have a better sleeping pattern, thats when he'll start letting you refuse your daily sleeping food. all he asks is that you take the melatonin.

as the weeks go by, he'll gradually start to leave you alone, and you notice that your sleeping is back to normal! you can now actually fall asleep without being up for atleast a few days.

byakuya is very happy about this result. he probably improves your health a slight bit as well. hes just glad that he could be of assistance to someone he loves.

honestly? he probably feels the same as you do. since he's a programmer, chihiro probably has a terrible sleeping schedule too, and he doesnt do much to change it.

you'll be the couple that'll be up until 4am. there was one time where mondo messaged the class groupchat because he couldnt sleep, and you and chihiro messaged right away.

the rest will probably have to take care of you two, most of the class is very concerned whenever you both answer in exact unison because youre always up together.

mondo and taka probably have to force you two to go to bed. they themselves don have the best sleep schedule, but yours is definitely worse.

you and chihiro most likely stay up doing the classic stuff. playing multiplayer in your favorite games, watching vine compilations, cooking cupcakes in the dorm kitchen that will probably make someone sick since you both cant cook, the usual.

you always wake up someone during your antics, and its most likely makoto and taka since theyre very light sleepers. makoto probably just gives you two a look before going back to sleep, and taka gives you a gigantic lecture.

eventually, he does start realizing that its probably unhealthy to stay up until 7am every single night until youre so exhausted that you collapse on the dorm bed and sleep for a good 19 hours. thats not good at all, so he starts encouraging both of you to go to sleep later.

asks for mondo and takas help, so what do they do to help out? they take all of your gadgets and only plan to give them back when they see you in school the next day, after having a good nights rest.

you guys probably have to do a massive amount of things during the day so that you can just knock out afterwards, and finally get your gadgets back. chihiro is the ultimate programmer, he needs his computer back.

after doing that every day for a good few weeks, you both finally start to fall asleep on your own measures. taka and mondo are so proud, that they finally give you back your gadgets for good.

now, you both sleep at the exact same time! it all comes full circle. he really likes staying up, but also going to bed with you. he just wants to do everything with you, and hes glad that you can also fall asleep together.

now, this man wouldnt try to correct your sleeping pattern, but hed actually try to do the same as you instead. he definitely wants to spend as much time as he can with you, but he just.

he cant. he cant stay up for as long as you do, and its very obvious that hes trying so hard not to fall asleep when youre trying to make conversation with him and 3 am.

he yawns whenever he opens his mouth to speak, whenever you speak he starts to doze off and you have to shake him awake when he does, plus he also scratches his eye every 5 seconds to keep him awake.

"me? tired? non sense!" he yawns. "the supreme overlord of ice can never go to slumber that easily!" a hand reaches to scratch his eye. "what makes you think of tomfoolery such as that?" the dark devas are sleeping in his scarf while he talks.

eventually gets to the point where he cant do it anymore. you look over to him, since he hasnt responded to the topic in awhile, and you see him knocked out, snoring very loudly.

its cute to think that he cares so much about spending time with you, but it is effecting him a little. he often sleeps during lunch, and whenever hes finished with his work.

sonia finally asks whats wrong with him when he falls asleep in the middle of eating his food, and nothing can wake him up. shes tried to shake him awake already, yelling in his ear, etc. etc... nothings working.

when you do finally wake him up, you decided that you have to fix your sleeping pattern. he will really stay up for as long as he can to spend time with you, you've already tried to convince him to sleep, and the man is stubborn.

so, you put matters into your own hands. you put alot of effort into helping yourself get into a regular sleeping pattern. you practically ask everyone else to help you out because you dont want gundham to sacrifice his own well being just for your sake.

gundham is secretly really greatful. he didnt know how much longer he can stand staying up so late everyday, so its a relief when he gets to sleep at his usual time again.

in a way, being in a relationship with him actually was the reason that you finally fixed how you sleep, and you will forever be thankful for that, since your habit would probably catch up to you later on in life.

#📍 dismissal ∆#byakuya togami #byakuya #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #chihiro fujisaki #chihiro #chihiro fujisaki x reader #chihiro x reader #gundham tanaka #gundham #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons

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shoichee · 3 years

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ALSO CAN I ASK FOR SOME RANDOM GOM HCS U HAVE? like just random ones u have or if u want like some toxic hcs abt them :D

I’m assuming that I can include their negative traits of their personalities as well 👀 Also including Momoi in this… lots of analyzing for this hc, so I used my brain here pls appreciate AGAIN these are all headcanons/interpretations of possible toxic hcs about them and only a few are canon

[Headcanons]

Kuroko Tetsuya

Kuroko is the hardest person to find a “negative/toxic” trait in, and it doesn’t seem like he has any

kind, understanding, hardworking, and compassionate; he’s everything a good-natured protagonist is

but he’s only like this to people/hobbies he cares about/close with; anything else he’s quite apathetic and also very passive/neutral about

the biggest hint to this is when Akashi criticizes Kuroko for cherry-picking who the GoMs should “go all out against” and who to casually toy with

and Akashi is absolutely correct

most of the series is portrayed through Kuroko’s perspective, and Akashi is the first direct outside perspective who comments on his actions/attitude

it’s obviously not that Kuroko didn’t “notice”... he clearly sees and knows what these GoMs are doing; after all, he had a conversation with Aomine about how observant he is to everything around him

of course, if you were close to him, all your opinions and issues matter to him

it’s the fact that what’s not really important to him is suddenly now important just because someone he knows is involved

just an example: if someone was advocating climate change, he has no opinion on it until someone he knows cares about the issue

in other words, he has a subtle hypocritical view on things, especially when he interacts with others

another clear negative trait could be that he’s too idealistic or perhaps naive, seeing things in a clear black-or-white picture and not necessarily a gray area

WE know, as an audience, that the GoMs honestly needed therapy and a proper adult to guide their out-of-control talents

but Kuroko, in his eyes, had viewed them as “bad” and “evil” in their ways of basketball until they changed after their respective matches

he’s probably someone who doesn’t yield to other opinions once he forms his own, and this may make him unable to consider things in other people’s perspectives

which is again, ironic: someone who doesn’t have generally a strong stance but once they do, it’s very unyielding, which further proves Akashi’s comment about Kuroko’s tendency to nitpick which to care about

a final hc about a potential flaw he might have here in a different ask!

Kise Ryota

y’all… it’s as canon as day that he has a mean side

straight from the author himself, it’s confirmed that Kise is only kind to those who he respects, and to the rest, he’s cold-hearted

in the manga, it’s very clear that he’s super judgmental on every first impression on people he meets, boxing them into categories based on the way they look, act, and speak

only when they surpass his preset expectations (low or high depends on his preliminary judgments of them) is when he opens his mind to the rest of their personality

this is a very close-minded way of thinking, and I hope I don’t need to explain why LOL

this can be interpreted as him being two-faced by the majority of the people in his school

his way of speaking can definitely be very cruel and crass, and to sensitive people, his words can easily shatter hearts

Kise’s negative/toxic traits are pretty straightforward here, so let’s move on

Midorima Shintarou

his harsh words can be considered a “negative” part of his personality, but I think it’s a lot more than just that

it’s confirmed in the series that he’s a bystander and almost always minds his own business

on one hand, one can say he’s self-driven and that he constantly strives for self-improvement

on the other, it can be interpreted as him being very dangerously ambitious and selfish, in which most actions he takes are for the sole reason of self-improvement and not for altruistic reasons

for example, when he helped Kuroko and Kagami in the training camp, it was under the reasoning that them becoming stronger would be a good challenge for himself to test and learn

that’s not to say that he can’t have friends, but most friendships he’s built are with capable people who can potentially provide him with some new beneficial skill/goal to strive towards

after all, he’s only learned to trust Takao as a friend only after seeing him as someone capable

because he’s so focused on himself, he’s extremely likely to turn a blind eye to injustice, most also likely to use Oha Asa to justify their “misfortunes” as he continues on his day

he’s not cold-hearted, but altruism comes by Midorima a lot rarer than the average person

now, we know that his Oha Asa aspect is used to balance his serious side as the “comedic side” of him, but if we really think about it, his obsessions with the horoscopes could be a huge obstacle in the future, where he may refuse to listen/depend on others in favor of his own intuition and the stars; after all, no one knows everything, and depending on the stars as one’s next source of advice and guidance isn’t a sound decision to commit themselves to

he seems like the person who overthinks and jumps to conclusions when it comes to social situations, but instead of confronting the person, he turns to fate and fortune if Takao isn’t near to help

Aomine Daiki

I wouldn’t be surprised if Aomine had a skewed sense of beauty standards from all those magazines he consumed and from being around Momoi for the majority of his life

of course anyone can distinguish pieces of media from reality, but during the most impressionable years of life, without experiencing other types of people and physiques, he would have limited knowledge on what “beauty” is and whatnot

this probably would be more of a problem in his adolescence than adult

a very given negative trait is his short temper plus his tendency to turn to physical violence when someone nags him to a certain point, seen with how he’s treated Wakamatsu in the beginning (though this seems to almost disappear by the end of the series)

what I’ve noticed in every scene he’s in, is that everything seems to revolve around him and his hobbies of basketball and Japanese idols

what I mean is that everytime we see Aomine, it’s always Momoi approaching to Aomine or just him always being the center of attention; never once has he approached Momoi for anything and it’s always been the other way around

in other words, people have to cater to him in order to get along with him/be in good graces (additional example: Imayoshi letting him do as he pleases to get him to be cooperative and participate in the games)

we’ve actually never seen Momoi’s hobbies outside of being a manager for her basketball teams and just anything basketball-related

he can be quite apathetic, choosing to only pay attention and try in things he’s interested in… which is basketball and those magazines

he seems to mature in the Last Game though, so I’m not quite sure to what extent these headcanons would apply to older Aomine (these also don’t really apply to Puremine)

Momoi Satsuki

the author probably also included this type of anime trope as comedy, but belittling another female for her body is definitely a no-go in reality; I feel like this is something most people gloss over really lightly

her body comments on Riko are actually what made me skeptical of her character at first before the show really shows her entire personality

that being said, it seems that she always takes the opportunity to look down on other girls (especially to those she is a stranger to) as a sort of “competition” when there’s boys around

definitely at certain moments, she screams a “pick-me girl” type of person (real phenomenon, you can search this up!)

while Kuroko doesn’t seem to actively mind this, I think she also has no good sense of boundaries and what’s considered appropriate touch and consent; people can chalk this up to “oh it’s just infatuation,” but this definitely isn’t okay if we really think about this

her life also seems to revolve around either Aomine or Kuroko, and based from that, I’d feel like she’d have a difficult time forming her own identity/life separate from her “manager life,” especially once she graduates from Touou

can definitely be interpreted as too clingy at certain moments, while others may think it’s her way of showing that she cares

Murasakibara Atsushi

most people would chalk up Murasakibara as “lazy,” and on the surface level, it does appear to look that way…

I think his true negative trait is that he has a lack of intrinsic motivations to drive him to do things

it’s different from being lazy; someone can be lazy while still having a goal, and certainly someone can be lazy while they’re motivated by thoughts of “I want to learn more,” “I want to get stronger,” etc. (you guys, it’s me right now in college)

and he doesn’t have that

part of this was contributed to the fact that he’s already so gifted with genetics and thus, there’s never been a goal for him to have to work towards to when he’s already at the top

he doesn’t actively seek out, and while that may be a characteristic of sloth, it’s not exactly right either

he willingly does things if people around him give him the motivations/reasons to do so; a person of sloth wouldn’t do anything even with all the motivations and goals handed right to their face

snacks/food are examples of extrinsic motivations that fuel him to carry on daily life

Himuro is always the main motivator for Murasakibara to come out and watch matches, and he also does whatever Akashi orders in both Teiko and present days // a person who can give the giant the motivation to do tasks would get along with him the most

searching out for a challenge against his basketball skills is something that’s never crossed his mind

why? he grew to be like the way he is because of the lack of results from his “search” of a challenge throughout his games

again, it’s only when Murasakibara gets handed a silver-platter of a challenge, Jason Silver, that actively gets him pumped up and raring to go

as such, Murasakibara is equivalent to a rusty machine, extremely difficult to start up and find compatibility with, but very powerful and efficient once he finds that spark

Murasakibara finding any partner or friend in the future would be extremely difficult because he ticks a different tune from the rest

Akashi Seijuro

his entire Bokushi side was a giant-ass red flag for very obvious reasons LOL anyways, moving on…

it’s difficult to pinpoint a negative characteristic for Oreshi because he’s the pinnacle of a gentleman character… but that technically is also his negative trait

for him to maintain that perfect image for himself and others, he has always carried himself in such a way that doesn’t allow for errors or expressions of “weakness”

thus, bottling up his frustrations and emotions to the point of no return is something very familiar to Akashi, and I’d feel like Bokushi is the result of his overflowing emotions left unchecked in the first place

I also predict that if Akashi continues to carry himself without letting himself wind down and feel emotions on the spot rather than locking it up inside him, a day will come when he splits into two halves again with a “new” Bokushi to deal with his current life (and let the current Oreshi take a backseat in his psyche to take a break from the turmoil)

also will tend to overwork himself to manage people’s expectations as well as his own, and he’s not one to depend on people not because he sees them as inferior or incapable, but because he’s doing this out of habit from being in positions of authority and responsibility for much of his life

and so, he may tend to hide important things or just not speak about his problems in general to those close to him because he feels like he can do it all himself and spare everyone the work and stress associated with them (a leader mentality)

throughout the majority of his life being calm and calculated, his emotions would definitely escape from him in forms of uncontrollable lashes of anger… before he would realize what he’s done… that is, assuming that another Bokushi hasn’t form within his subconscious yet

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skunked-up-kicks · 3 years

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About Allison yeah. I think people acknowledge she’s a bit ableist and classist but they erase the fact she was fine/complicit with Seth’s homophobia and treatment of Nicky (tbh it seems like all the upperclassmen were??) + what that post said. This isn’t hate I love Allison! But I think she’s much more interesting as a character with flaws that make sense with her upbringing and backstory rather than just #girlboss.

okay my response to this is ungodly long so, if you're interested...

1. her ableism

the thing is when people do acknowledge her ableism it's always with how she treats andrew (which makes sense cause it's the most obvious, and they're not wrong) but it kinda results in an issue. the way these fics that acknowledge this usually go is that allison calls andrew 'monster' and maybe talks about how he's 'psychotic' or something. then it goes one of few ways:

1) neil tells her (and usually all the upperclassmen as they get grouped together seeing as they all do this) not to speak about andrew like that, maybe he threatens her or something. the problem with this is that he's just scaring her into being silent, her mindset doesn't actually change.

2) neil gives a speech about how andrew is actually good, and generally how he's 'not as bad as she thinks' or something. now correct me if i'm wrong, but the issue i see with this is that, it's not actually telling her that her mindset about people with mental illnesses and/or trauma is wrong- just that andrew isn't the right person to direct her ableism too, but there are people out there who are 'as bad as she thinks'. it's kinda like the attitude that as long as andrew does enough to redeem himself he can be treated as human and not a 'monster' which is... yeah.

3) basically the same issue as the last one, andrew proves he's actually good because allison and the others see him do something outwardly affectionate. thereby proving he is actually all good now.

sometimes fics have a mix of these but basically the thing is that her ableism is never actually 'fixed' (for lack of a better word). most that happens is that it's no longer directed at andrew, but this is a worldview that she has, it's not just a dislike of andrew- realistically it's not just isolated to him.

to clarify though, i'm genuinely not intending to shame people who write these fics cause they are acknowledging her ableism, which is good. and similar with how people approach aarons homophobia, it's incredibly hard to write someone overcoming a prejudice. i certainly couldn't do it, and realistically maybe it's not somethìng that can be done in a fic. given that often it's a long-term process where you have to check yourself often.

it's especially complicated because she somehow needs to come to the realization that villifying andrew isn't right because despite the wrong that he has done- and he has done wrong, we can't deny that- he is still a person deserving of at least the deceny to not be compared to a monster and dehumanised in that way. she needs to realise that while andrew shouldn't do those things and can be called out for it, that the way he acts is a product of his trauma. BUT he is still responsible for his actions, and while she can rightfully choose to not associate with andrew, she shouldn't discourage others from doing so in the way that she does. it really is complicated and there's a lot of nuance there which makes it a hard topic to deal with cause... how do you write someone learning that?

but yeah, that's my thoughts on that.

2. her classism

i honestly don't see people acknowledge this a lot? i think one of the ways we see it manifest is how she talks about the way neil dresses... and in fics she often insists neil buys better clothes, usually more expensive ones. which is portrayed usually as her being a caring friend, which i get, but i think neil would actually find this really annoying lol.

i think an interesting way to look at her classism would be in her and dans relationship given the extreme differences they grew up. same thing with her relationship with seth, as he grew up poor too.

with seth, she might have sometimes been ashamed of the way he acted and dressed, maybe of the way he spoke too...? i can picture them fighting over that and her being a bitch about it. she would probably speak badly about the place seth grew up in too..

with dan, i feel like dan might get frustrated when allison, for example, doesn't know how much ordinary things cost (a thing a lot of celebs have shown to have no knowledge of). or dan might even get jealous or angry at the way allison can just throw away her moneyvand buy things carelessly (think of her reaction when her car got trashed, she could just get another 'toy'), while she was brought up saving money at any instance she could.

not much to say on this tbh... i think it would be cool to see this explored a bit more though.

3. complicit in homophobia

someone made a post on here about how allison would be the type of girl to preach equality while having a homophobic boyfriend... and yeah.. that's it really lol, hit the nail on the head.

again, a lot of people make her very progressive and woke, and i think this is tied to the very common hc of her being bi. (despite the fact that when betting on neils sexuality she doesn't consider bi an option which makes me think she is canonically straight..). i think it's hard for people to address the fact that she is complicit in homophobia while also headcanonning her as bi, cause it seems like she wouldn't be if she actually was bi. from my knowledge, bi women (and bi ppl in general) not being supportive of gay people and/or not standing up against homophobia isn't really a common issue? (pls correct me if i am wrong though) usually prejudice goes the other way due to the biphobia in the LGBTQ+ community. so it's hard to think about and write about.

when it comes to the other upperclassmen, i seem to remember dan and matt standing up against seth? though i could be remembering that wrong or getting it confused with a fic.

4. #girlboss

i highly agree with you that she really does just get reduced to just a #girlboss a LOT. and i think the same thing happens with the other female characters... i mean, just look at katelyn. there's no evidence that she is some kind of badass but many want to make her one.. but she can be an interesting character without having to fit this ideal #girlboss.

i understand wanting to make female characters cool and badass but in the process it feels like we're losing variety... i personally don't want the exact same personality and way of acting plastered onto every female character.

a strong female character is not defined by how much they can kick a guy in the balls but rather how well they are written, and to be written well they need flaws. and when making female characters #girlbosses we usually lose the flaws :(

like you said, this isn't to hate on allison. i just think sometimes we miss the parts of her character that make her truly interesting.. and i think that's a real shame..

anyway, i think that that's all that i had to say lol. if you read up till this point, thank you! and thank you for the ask anon :)

#oof this was long lol #ask #mine #aftg #allison reynolds #cw ableism #cw biphobia #cw homophobia #cw classism #i think thats everything..?

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mixelation · 3 years

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The only cinnamon roll in Naruto for the headcanon. Naruto.

"The only cinnamon roll in Naruto" BOLD words when Rock Lee is right there

Send me the name of a character and I will tell you my ______:

1: sexuality headcanon - ngl i don't like naruto that much and most of my thoughts about him in the context of shipping is about how i do not get how he & hinata work* unless hinata grew an entire spine off-screen. like naruto is a dude who wants to help & support people but also he has very strong convictions about what's right & what other people need WITHOUT necessarily listening to those people, and so I feel like he'd be very apt to accidentally trample all over his partner's feelings unless they were very direct communicators. but unlike most of the other asks i've answered for this prompt: naruto IS canonically interested in dating and regular fucking romance, even though i think he probably doesn't have a very good idea of what that actually looks like. uuuh also i've stated i hc most characters as bi unless stated otherwise by canon, and by that i mean i'm not going to hc a canonically gay character as bi, but i do not give a shit if a character is "implied straight" bc they marry someone of a different gender or w/e. i think naruto is meant to be straight in canon bc of his crush on sakura and then hinata but also like. CLEARLY he's in love with sasuke. naruto is canon bi actually

2: otp - if i read a fic with a naruto ship usually it's a team 7 ot3. also as i've said before, i'm not interested in reading or writing narusasu except as a background ship, but i feel it Just Makes Sense

3: brotp - team 7

4: notp - not a notp but: i know i just put narusasu in the otp section but ACTUALLY i usually filter it out when i'm searching on ao3. i don't have anything against the ship itself but i like rarer ships and for SOME FUCKING REASON people like to make my preferred ships background to epic-length narusasu fics and it CLOGS MY SEARCH RESULTS

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - sometimes naruto cheats on ichiraku and buys ramen from other restaurants (usually because he's closer or he has a craving for an ingredient ichiraku doesn't serve or every one in a blue moon he just wants-- GASP-- a slightly different flavor profile) and he always feels guilty and like. pulls up his collar way high.

6: one way in which I relate to this character - one of my favorite lines of dialogue is from the dub and it's kankuro saying something like "i like you, kid" and naruto screams back "WELL I DON'T LIKE YOU" and i just felt it in my bones

7: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - i don't think the sage mode or the kyuubi chakra cloak look very good, actually. bring back the weird fox skeleton transformation

8: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? - i will let naruto be a cinnamon roll but i don't think he's a very good one. too much weird feral energy. he's made from an expired roll of dough and lacks icing.

*disclaimer here that i mean i don't get how they work IN CANON. much like sasusaku, i have full confidence in fic writers' abilities to develop the dynamic and make it work

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afairytalestray · 3 years

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The Deutabella Family (1)

So a while back I thought about sharing some of my Cats headcanons (extended editions) here, and since then I’ve been trying to compile them all into a document, which feels more a bit like herding unruly sheep. But I finally finished part 1 of many more to come :) So here’s my headcanons for the Deutabella family! All hcs in this little series will be pre-canon, if we accept the musical as the present day canon, if that makes sense. It’s basically my take on the characters’ past. Pls enjoy! (they won’t all be this long probably) (masterpost here!)

Old Deuteronomy and Grizabella are former mates, who had Macavity, Munkustrap and Tugger together. They got together and became mates at a young age. At that time young Old Deuteronomy was a lot more like present-day Tugger than Munkustrap. For a while they were happy, but when Old D became the tribe leader he had less time to spare. He changed a bit when he took on the leadership role, becoming more serious and less free-spirited and Griz became lonely. She never really had a lot of close friends within the tribe, she never really felt like she fit in and she always had big dreams of fame and fortune outside of the Junkyard which her peers just didn’t get. She always liked attention, but with her mate so busy all the time she begins to crave it in a less healthy way. When she wasn’t performing and basking in the limelight, she became sullen, withdrawn and moody.

Things got better for a while after she had her kittens. She never let go of her dreams of fame, but she had a distraction, somewhere to direct her restless energy. First came Macavity, then 3 years later Munkustrap, then Tugger 5 years after that. Grizabella loved her kittens, but gradually her brooding moods began to come over her again. Her dissatisfaction with her life grew and grew, and so did her itchy feet and panic that she was wasting her best years. The thought that she’d never be anything more than Old D’s mate eventually became unbearable to her and one day, not long after little Tugger was born, she snapped. She packed her bags and left with only the briefest goodbyes. Later in life, this lack of full farewells/explanations would be what haunted her the most. She didn’t mean to be cruel or to hurt anyone, she was only thinking of herself and her own happiness.

Old Deuteronomy never realised how neglected she felt until it was too late. He never meant to hurt her or make her feel alone, but being the tribe leader had taken over a lot of his time. A gap had slowly and subtly been growing between them, but he didn’t notice how truly bad it had gotten until she told him she was done. Grizabella’s departure sent their whole family into a tailspin, and none of them dealt with it really well. Old D felt it strongly, their strained mating bond began causing him pain, and he missed her dearly. Once she left there was a hole in his heart, one that no one else could ever fill. He felt guilty for pushing her away, and for his children losing their mother. Although he tried his absolute best to keep it together for them, he felt horrible and weak all the time, and thus withdrew a lot to try and shield them from it. This sure did not have the effect he wanted.

Little Tugger basically never knew his mother, and grew up only ever hearing how terrible a thing she did from the other adults and this was only ever countered by Macavity. He was raised by the tribe and so grew up with a great deal of respect for his father, but never had a particularly close bond with him until later on. He was closest with his two brothers, Macavity in particular. Tugger loved Macavity’s magic, especially how he could levitate him so high it felt like flying and then drop him and catch him in his arms. Munkustrap, bless him, was a bit of a wimp (once a stressed-out worrywort, always a stressed-out worrywort) who never enjoyed the “dangerous” games, but always seemed to end up having fun after being dragged along. As he grew, Tugger was caught between the tribe and Macavity. While the tribe was generally negative about Grizabella (although never to his face they avoided talking about her and brushed him off, never said anything more than “she did a bad thing”), Macavity would talk about her all the time and tell him how great she was and how when she came back for them she’d be a big star. However as time passed, Macavity began to realise his mother wasn’t coming back, and that began to push him down a dark path.

Macavity gradually went off the rails after Grizabella left. He had been his mum’s little star, and was the closest one to her. Griz was always very supportive of Mac, and adored the magic tricks he could do when his powers began to show. Unfortunately (and unintentionally) she leant on him a bit too much. Mac always wanted to spend all his time with her and not with the other kittens his own age (he knew she was lonely) and she let him, and as a result he never really learned how to interact with his peers or form any real friendships. He learned how to put on a fake smile and act at his mother’s knee. Griz would often vent to him; although he never quite understood how she was feeling, and he understood it as being with the Jellicles made her sad. When she left, he blamed his father and the tribe for it and began to grow angry and bitter, which would build until the events of the day of his banishment.

Munkustrap was the first one to see the change in Macavity. Tugger hero-worshipped his oldest brother, but Munkustrap was always the responsible one of the three. He saw that Macavity’s smiles had turned to sneers, that his jokes became more cruel than funny, that his little tricks became nasty. He saw that whenever Tugger went to play with Macavity he’d return worse for wear, but never thinking anything of it. Other adults wrote it off as the result of typical kitten rough and tumble play, but in truth Macavity began to bully Tugger, take advantage of his trusting nature and take his bad moods out on him (under the guise of “helping him grow big and strong”), but Tugger wouldn’t realise this until much later. Of the three of them, Munkustrap was the closest to his father, his natural maturity and steady/calm nature being a comfort to Old D, and he brings his concerns to him.

Old D could never acknowledge that Macavity had gone dark and evil, but he did recognise that a huge gap had grown between him and his son. He immediately began trying to bridge it, but he was never able to get through to Macavity. He tried really hard, but his eldest was too far gone, and threw all his efforts back in his face. Macavity, as the eldest, was supposed to be Old D’s heir, but the two always ended up arguing, and Mac would always end up yelling how Old D had neglected Grizabella and pushed her away and that he was the reason he no longer had a mother. The more Old D tried to reach out to him, the further away Macavity got. He began to push his magic deeper and darker, shirking his duties and lashing out at other Cats. Eventually he went too far.

One morning not much later, Old Deuteronomy named Munkustrap his heir. Macavity had become too unstable for the job. Macavity didn’t take this well. That afternoon he snapped, and when Tugger came up to play with him, he magically threw him away so hard he crashed through a large pile of garbage and was badly hurt. Munkustrap went ballistic, and he and Macavity got into a massive fight before Old Deuteronomy stepped in and physically separated them, and banished Macavity.

It broke Old D’s heart to banish his son. He spent some time with his younger two and successfully managed to salvage his relationship with them (loving, although still somewhat distant), but once Munk was fully set up as the heir he began spending less and less time in the Junkyard. He feels guilty for not seeing the signs sooner, for not listening to Munkustrap, for allowing Tugger to get hurt, and the pain of losing both his mate and now his son, too.

Tugger ended up blaming Grizabella for Macavity’s fall - he knew that her not coming back hurt Mac, and maybe if she had none of this would have happened. This was the first time he really felt alone and abandoned since she left. He barely knew her, but Macavity had adored her, and Tugger connected his upset about his brother with her. His relationship with Munkustrap also went downhill after the latter was named heir, and wouldn’t see improvement for a long time. Macavity would continue to try and hurt Tugger after his banishment; whenever he attacked and caused havoc in the Junkyard, he’d send visions and voices to scare his youngest brother, which leads to Tugger’s current knee-jerk reaction to run and hide whenever Macavity makes an appearance.

Although he had never developed any real relationships with other Cats his age, Macavity was a master of lies and manipulation. On the day of his banishment, before she knew what had happened, he convinced the kind Demeter to feel sorry for him and to elope with him. He paints a picture of rejection and sadness that he was passed over for Munkustrap, lying by saying that Munkustrap turned on him when it happened, telling him to leave, and that he feels so scared and alone and that he hadn’t done anything wrong. He tells her that she has always been so kind to him and that he has fallen in love with her. In reality he doesn’t give a crap, but he knows that Munkustrap has secretly been in love with her for ages but was always too shy to tell her. Demeter, unaware of the attacks, feels for him and agrees to the elopement. She was always a shy queen who never felt as pretty as her big sister Bombalurina, and so was overwhelmed by Macavity’s carefully constructed flattery. Bomba falls for it too, to an extent, and follows to protect her sister. However, by the time they realise the truth of what Macavity is, they’re both trapped in his web. They’re both his prisoners, and stick together as much as they can. They try to come up with plans to escape back to the Jellicles, but aren’t able to manage it until they’re joined by another one of Macavity’s tricked captives, a young tom just out of kittenhood, Mistoffelees.

#so this got really long I'm so sorry #once I got started I couldn't stop #cats the musical #my headcanons #deutabella #Old Deuteronomy #Grizabella #Macavity #Munkustrap #the rum tum tugger #Demeter #Bombalurina

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maomao-words · 4 years

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Hiiiii!! Can you do a HC about the boys having a domestic father-daughter time with their 5 year old daughter while MC is away for a 2 days business trip? Thank you ❤️❤️

Hey, dear! Of course, I can! This request is too cute to refuse after all!

I hope you enjoy~

My ask box is still open at the moment, so make the most out of it!

MLQC Boys’ Domestic Father-Daughter Time:

Gavin:

“No, baby, no! That’s not a-- don’t pull too hard-” Gavin’s voice carried a slight hint of panic as the box between his daughter’s hands tore apart, sending flour all over the kitchen counter.

“Oh,” the 5-year old girl responded as she took the entire scene in. Few seconds passed by before she turned around to face Gavin, whose face and shirt were all covered in the dusty white flour, and blinked her amber eyes at him. “I’m sowwy, dad.”

The adorable smile she knowingly wore on her face as she faked her apology had Gavin melting in a mere heartbeat. He knew that she was using the very eyes she inherited from him coupled with a smile too similar to your own in order to fool him. Gavin might be the most talented Evol agent the country had and the best trained soldier in the police force but that man is a complete and utter fool when it came to his one and only daughter.

From the very first time he held her in his arms, Gavin knew that he will dedicate the rest of his life to protect this small bundle of joy. How could he not fall completely for her when she wore your features and smiled as you do? How can he not forgive her for spilling the entire contents of the flour box everywhere despite the fact that he will have to clean the whole kitchen as you were away in a business trip?

Sighing in exasperation, Gavin gazed at the child sitting next to him on the counter, her amber eyes sparkling with joy at not being scolded. She raised her small hands and swept off the flour off of Gavin’s nose before giggling in delight at her success. As Gavin watched her slowly attempt to clean his cheeks with her tiny fingers, a tender smile rose on his lips. Oh, to think that he would fall this hard twice in his life.

Victor:

“And- and what does liabilities mean, dad?” It was barely 9 o’clock in the morning, but Victor could already feel utterly defeated. The smile on his face grew more tender by the second as his child’s tiny fingers curled around his thumb, her round cheeks puffing up in anger as he took his time to answer her.

“Well, Liabilities are debts your business owes another person or entity. They are the money you are obligated to pay in order for your business to continue functioning.” The child’s eyes, two pristine stones of onyx, seemed to shine as she sat on the sofa, carefully watching as Victor typed away at his laptop.

You were both aware that your child was quite different from the start and you have properly confirmed her impressively high IQ in the past few weeks. Your daughter was gifted. She had a highly developed vocabulary and the ability to learn new words easily, a strong curiosity directed towards the world and an unquenchable thirst to always learn more.

Victor adored the child you both brought to life. Her dark eyes so full of life, her brown hair that flowed in tiny ringlets around her face just like yours and her outstanding ability to leave him speechless were all what brought him to his knees when it came to her.

Gazing at the small child looking intently at the screen of his laptop, her tiny nose scrunching up in frustration as she attempted to make sense of the sea of black numbers there, Victor felt his heart thumping in nothing but pure delight at her sight. May you always stay healthy and happy, Victor silently thought as he tenderly patted her hair and readied himself for her upcoming questions.

Kiro:

Um, yeah, what were you thinking?

Leaving two children alone in a house can only result in so much trouble. But somehow, just somehow, Kiro and your 5-year old daughter managed to do so much more. To be able to be present in the house during your 2 days business trip, Kiro made sure to take some time off to dedicate to your daughter. Kiro, bless his soul, was naive enough to think that taking care of a child alone with no proper plans at hand will not end in disaster. He was wrong.

Every morning, it would be time to bake cakes and fry candies. Chocolate toppings, lollipops, caramel, toffee. Whatever your daughter named, Kiro pulled and decorated her pancakes with. Solid meals with vegetables and meat as their foundation? Kiro pretended he never heard of those as he split and shoved chocolate tarts together with his small accomplice. If she ever got tired of playing around the house and chasing her father in circles, Kiro would take hours dressing her up in matching clothes with him before bringing her along outside to the nearby park for a stroll or to the town for a shopping trip.

Your daughter, with gorgeous blond hair which flows around her shoulders like a clear stream, eyes that glitter and shine with raw affection for all and her friendly and affectionate nature that she has inherited and polished through her father, became the center of attention wherever she went.

The love and affection Kiro pours out into her never ceases to amaze whomever is watching. The way he talks to her, holds her in his arms or shields her from the cameras in overwhelming situations speaks volumes about how treasured she is in Kiro’s eyes. She’s our small ray of sunshine, was what Kiro said the very moment he held her between his arms, unshed tears clinging to his eyelashes. She brought more light into Kiro’s life, and he cannot be any more grateful.

Lucien:

“Daddy--” tiny, muffled sobs coming behind a closed door forced Lucien into abrupt consciousness. He sluggishly opened his eyes and moved his hand to the bed stand to flick on the lights before finally turning his gaze towards the clock. It was almost dawn. The sobs grew stronger.

Hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway as Lucien pulled a shirt over his bare chest, his heart loudly thumping in panic. The door leading to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar and Lucien gently pushed it open, silently praying that she was alright. A small bundle of blankets on the bed drew his attention and Lucien stepped forward, softly calling his daughter’s name. The sobs stopped for a few seconds when the child heard her father’s voice before resuming stronger in intensity as she flung the blankets off of her curled form and called for her father again. Teary brown eyes met Lucien’s gaze and he felt his heart painfully thump as he bent down and picked his daughter up, tightening his arms around her.

The young girl buried her face into her father’s shoulder, her tiny fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt. A tender smile on his face, Lucien sighed in relief as he held her closer to his chest and felt her steady heartbeat against his own. She was safe.

“A nightmare, sweetheart?” Lucien gently asked and the girl weakly nodded her head in confirmation. Her sobs were now mere sniffles and her eyelids were slowly getting heavier now that she felt safe enough in her father’s arms. As Lucien stood there, the first rays of sunshine making their way through the window and illuminating the once dark room, Lucien tightened his hold on his daughter. He has left the darkness for good in order to be with you and the child, and he did not have any regrets. As he basked in the gentle and warm light, watching as his daughter dozed off in his embrace, Lucien smiled.

#mlqc #mr love queen's choice #mr love victor #mr love gavin #mr love kiro #mr love lucien

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saint-cichol-is-watching · 4 years

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May I req how Asmo celebrates his birthday with his partner and kids? I really love your next gen hcs they’re all so cute zxsgzhwh

Oh you’re so sweet honey I’m sorry for the time it took but in my defense it’s still Asmo’s birthday where I come from so it’s alright !

I hope you'll like it because I had a bit of troubles writing it I'll admit 😣

For those who don’t know these headcanons reference to my and @ivotheovni Next Generations AU (you can find the Masterlist here)

( @milas-imaginarium )

Note - These headcanons reference to a few characters that you might not know yet so here is a short resume : Valentine a mature young girl who is her real Devilgram Star and Ofelia a sweet girl who often fantasizes about romance are Asmodeus’s daughters (links : 1 / 2 / 3), the twins here do not refer to Beel and Belphie but to Benjamin and Belmin, Beel’s sons, Lily is their younger sister (link). Rosie, from her real name Roseanne is Lucifer’s daughter (links : 1 / 2). Finally I can’t remember if I mentioned her but if Leny is mentioned know that it’s Satan’s oldest child (her real name is Selene, only Ofelia, her best friend, calls her ‘Leny’) (links : 1 / 2)

Anyway now let’s start !

Today was a special day, you were May 15th which meant it was your husband, Asmodeus's, birthday.

That's why you, along with your sixteen and twelve years old daughters, Valentine and Ofelia, decided to make a surprise birthday for the beloved father of your girls.

The preparations started very early in the morning, where you three were busy in the kitchen trying to make Asmodeus one perfect breakfast.

Ofelia, who was a bit of an airhead, rushed over carrying a good number of pans, each of different sizes, to make sure she had the right one to give them to you but tripped causing all the metallic pans to fly out of her arms resulting in an enormous ruckus as they came crashing on the floor.

"Watch out Felia" Valentine said smiling "If Uncle Beel, Lily or even the twins wake up we can say goodbye to our breakfast in bed for Dad"

"And if your Uncle Luci or Rosie wakes up we might hang down from the ceiling all throughout your father's birthday" You added chuckling.

Ofelia giggled apologizing airily as she helped you gather the pans from the floor.

"Don't forget to make it extra cute!" Valentine said as you were now putting strawberries on top on the pancakes you just finished to cook "We'll need to take a picture for our family's Devilgram, oh and Dad's too! And mine as well of course! Our followers will love it!"

The breakfast now finished (without any disturbances from your brothers-in-law and/or their children) you told your eldest daughter to grab her father's gift on the counter and to, along with Ofelia, follow suite as you exited the kitchen in direction of your room upstairs.

You were all giggling already imagining Asmo's reaction in your head.

Once in front of your door, your girls placed themselves behind you as you quietly opened the door.

The small light of the Devildom's days was already shining through the thin curtains of the room, illuminating your sleeping husband's form.

He was still asleep but you could see from the way his eyelids were moving that he was slowly stirring himself awake.

"Asmo" You whispered softly.

There was a bit of movement from under the sheets.

"Dad" Valentine said happily

"Daddy!" Ofelia also tried to wake her father up, she was a little bit louder than you and her sister.

Just as then you saw Asmodeus's eyes opened up and from a same voice you exclaimed:

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

Fully awake Asmo sat up in the bed smiling big, a smile so beautiful and so similar to the ones of his daughters.

There were not a lot of people who were allowed to see Asmodeus's face so early in the morning but he always seemed to make an exception for you three, you were the only ones who were allowed to see him in such a, as he put it, unfashionable state. You were really special to him after all.

"We've got a full day planned for you Daddy" Ofelia said beaming so happily "We've got breakfast, nail polish, face masks, my favorite romantic comedy -of course-"

"Don't forget about the livestream" Valentine added "My followers are dying to wish you a happy birthday Dad"

"We'll keep that for the birthday party with everyone tonight Val" You said to your eldest who smiled and nodded.

Asmo who was still on the bed was beaming from happiness. Looking at everything that was in your hands.

"What should we start with?" Your husband asked excitedly.

You put down the plate of pancakes on his legs and immediately joined him on the bed.

"Breakfast?" You asked and he nodded.

You all sat down around the king of the day and all happily dug in the same plate.

Once the breakfast was finished it was a mess, Asmo happily grabbed onto a small container of nail polish and asked for your youngest daughter's hand so he could paint her nails as she talked happily about her last crush. You and Valentine decided to take care of each other nails, also laughing, gasping and exclaiming happily as once again Ofelia swore it was true love at first sight.

Putting face masks onto both Asmodeus's and your faces, the girls grabbed onto your now colorful hands to give them a small massage, singing along to the song they prepared specially for their father's birthday.

'They really inherited their dad's pretty voice' you thought as their voice almost lulled you back to sleep, Asmodeus was also a wonderful singer after all.

Then it was time for your overly-romantic's daughter's favorite movie. A very popular rom com that you had seen a thousand times already but it seemed like your family never grew tired of talking all during the movies about everything and anything like how the protagonist should run after them and crying over their happy ending.

"I think that just leaves us with your birthday gift Asmo, right girls?" You said.

Ofelia rushed out of the bed and grabbed onto the wrapped present that was left lying onto your vanity.

"For you Daddy" She said smiling big as she handed her father your gift.

"Wah thank you Felia" Asmo said as he kissed her face all over before leaving a kiss on Valentine's forehead and one peck on your lips also thanking you both for the gift.

"It's only a small gift for right now you have much more left for tonight" You said as he teared down the wrapping paper.

The gift was an enormous book, a scrapbook more exactly, there were photos of him, photos of you, photos of each of the girls, photos of all of you together and in every spaces left was a small kind words to your husband.

"Oooh I love it !" Asmodeus exclaimed giggling "Look at that the most fabulous family in all three realms in just one book! Come here you!"

Opening his arms Asmo invited you in a family in which you all jumped happily laughing.

"We love you Dad" Valentine said looking up from your hug.

"I love you too my three loves" Asmo answered hugging you tighter.

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #swd obey me #asmosweek #thefandomlovesasmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me oc #obey me asmo #obey me next generation

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ranmanjuu · 4 years

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Could you write some hc’s for a zombie apocalypse au? Can you write it for Sasuke, Mitsunari and Ranmaru? Thank you!!! ☆*:. o(≧▽≦)o .:*☆

hey op are you a mind reader because this’s actually been an idea of mine for a while now (but again, lack of motivation hsaglhsa) and i’m ???? (also my three most favorite characters i’m !!!!) thank you for enabling me. it’s a bit different than what i had in mind for the original fic and it has just a liiil bit of world building details but enjoy!

—sasuke:

sasuke works in what they call the “safe zone”, ran by the government. you yourself never did go there—a decision well-made, in your opinion. rumor’s spread through the city that every day a good number of people were kicked out due to lack of resources, and their workers being put through hell to also not get fired and thrown out. but you never really did regard it as either true or otherwise.

it didn’t matter to you—until you met sasuke.

he’d been faring rather well, with footsteps silent as ever. it was the matter of food, water, shelter. the needs of his body would kill him before the zombies did—the simple matter of even eating a contaminated piece of candy could mean the end for him.

and there you found him, in a dark alleyway, fading in and out of consciousness; hungry, weak, cold, dirty—you didn’t think it through when you dragged his body to where you stayed.

it’s too late, you thought, watching his body wrapped in layers of blankets writhe awake, might as well let him stay for a bit.

as soon as sasuke could sit up, you immediately gave him food and water. snacks were better than nothing. as his body desperately gobbled the food up (he tried to cover it, but to no avail), you explained what happened.

“. . . as soon as you’re done, grab the set of clothes there and leave.” even words as cold as yours were said, the slight hesitance pooling in your eyes said otherwise. if he noticed, he never commented.

instead, he asked you while you were heading to the door, “and where are you going, if i may ask?”

“. . . fix the power outlet.” you answered warily; you never knew what people could do with information. you hated the distrust, but it was a given at times. “autumn’s coming, it’s gonna be cold.”

and you thought it was the end, worst case scenario is he’d sabotage you. but you tried to stave off the suspicion—

“i can go along, if you want. i know how they operate.” you stopped your tracks, silently looking back to sasuke and making your judgement for the decision. “i’m fairly knowledgeable with electronics.” he explained further.

your heart and mind weighed the offer. on one hand, so far you’ve been fooling around and picking up things with trial and error. on the other hand, it’d be easy for him to make it shit for you. a sigh, you grabbed a crowbar and half-assedly pointed it at him, “okay, i’ll stave off the zombies. i see you doing fuck-all, it’s over.”

even at your threat (one you hated to make, at that), sasuke’s expression remained stoic with a nod, “i understand.”

you watched his movements with hawk’s eyes, while decapitating any approaching undeads. but the swarm grew bigger and bigger—you thought security was better than this, but oh well. it’s not something you can’t deal with.

even so—you hurt your leg. prosthetic one, lost in a reckless accident and replaced with a stiff and quite low-quality metallic one. “fuck—” you scowled, looking behind at sasuke for a moment, “are you done?”

“——yes.” a brief answer, “let’s get out now—” with surprising agility, he grabbed your hand and fled the scene.

you were mildly pissed at those walking corpses for crushing your prosthetic leg, it’d take a while to trade with someone out there to repair it, if you couldn’t do a shitty job of it yourself.

but to your mild surprise, sasuke knew how to do it. just a few scraps of whatever piece there was lying about, some tools, and it’d be fine, he said. the usual wave of distrust fell over you—but it somehow felt easier to agree and leave it up to him. a repayment of sort.

and over time, it seems like the universe made an effort to put excuses for sasuke to stay, whether it’d be ventilation problems, electrical, mechanical —it was impressive, no doubt. you’d soon take him in permanently under the guise of him being useful (but it’s more of sympathy really, you’re aware of that fact.)

and even on the off-time, you spent most of it talking to him. silence ringing around the rooms with occasional guttural growls of the zombies weren’t the best atmosphere, so to say. but he’d often crack jokes (which earned a nose exhale, or chuckles on a good day).

he’d tell you about his experience working in the equally suffocating safe zone—everyone’s working for themselves and friends don’t exist much, as you understood it. a dog eat dog world, where everyone scrambles to be the most useful and cram their brains to the brim while distrusting everyone.

and you felt a semblance of relatability in his detachment to people—but why does it secretly hurt for you? the thought of him dismissing your bond. . .

it hurts; you don’t know why.

and of course, he has more knowledge about zombies than the ones you just pick up from experience. in fact, it’s been a speculation that the virus withheld the body from decomposing—but not limiting it. in a about a year, he guessed, they’d rot away.

“does. . .does that mean this can end if they drop and infections decrease?” you asked, letting the curtain crack open to hope.

“. . .best case scenario, yes.” even as his face remain mostly stoic, you see the crinkles of hope, melancholy, happiness.

you don’t recall how you got to the decision—not a logical stream of thought at least. it jumped like an instinct for you to just propose it, nothing else— “sasuke, you wanna stay with me until then?”

a look of surprise overcame your hushed question, so filled with long-lost warmth. but similarly, the answer came immediately, “of course.” his hand reached to yours, tender and soft, the most you’ve felt in forever, “i’ll stay. face the past, present, and future with you.”

—mitsunari:

a strategist wasn’t a job common in modern times, but it’s one mitsunari’s taken during the apocalypse. securing paths, ways to efficiently scout out, etc. that’s why to say he was utterly baffled when a major breach reached his group—the oda—flooded the zombies inside.

the last thing clearly in his mind was hideyoshi’s firm order. the blur of rotten flashed around, the words echoed around, “everyone, flee immediately!”

and so he did. perhaps farther than he planned at first with the enormous swarm behind him. no matter where, it wasn’t safe—until he didn’t even know clearly where he was. and he’d remember the city layout, along with some areas outside of it.

he’s lost.

analyzing every path that he could take, his mind was too overtaken to realize a zombie spying overhead. only once the slight sounds of rasped growls did he notice—

and even so, a loud crack got it away from him. it’s dead now, he realized, and right beside the bloodied corpse was you.

“what are you doing, just standin’ here?” you asked, a small sign of irritation by the scowl on your face visible. but it remained flying over mitsunari’s head, even after you sigh, “it doesn’t matter—not now. come on, follow me.”

his surprise quickly dissipated as soon as you made your way into the twists and curves of an alleyway. you’re well-versed of here, he noted.

he took notice of many things on the way, how you’re always well armed with knowledge of the zombies weak spots, how they’re sensitive to noise, how you seemed to know which path would crumble if stepped on.

only when he entered where you stayed, a safe place, was he painfully aware how worn and tired his body felt—and you did too, quickly sitting him down and handing some snacks while also asking things about him. who he was, why he was there, so on.

he explained the breach, the split of his group, how he ended up here and you listened to every detail with your own cogs working along with his. “and where was your base?”

“nearby lake biwa.” mitsunari didn’t know where he was, but the way your face scrunched up didn’t seem too good.

“how did you even get here? lake biwa’s a good three cities—ah, fuck.” the constant tapping of your fingers did few to stave off either worry or just mild irritation, you didn’t know yourself. “and if you really did flee, there’s a chance they went in separate directions, too.”

he listened in you assessment, already making plans on how to search around in his head. but your proposition slightly baffled him—

“i’ll help you find whoever this group is.” with words that sounded kind, the slight discontent in your face went unnoticed by the other.

you yourself didn’t understand—years of wariness and distrust has led you to distance yourself from everyone—but why was it different with him?

“there is no need—” / “come on, it’s easier with two people right? you’ll go quicker.”

though words often harsh, mitsunari was a master in dismissing that with cluelessness. each time you declined that you wanted to help him because you wanted to, you kept saying it’s to be faster. but it didn’t matter to him, you were helping, and he cherished that.

days went on, with some city maps sprawled across the floor written on it some routes to search for. and maybe filling the air with conversation from time to time lifted your heart just a bit.

you’ve caught on his horrible self-care habits a long time ago. even as he’s very well-versed in most subjects (amazingly so,) he still read whatever book you had. and you’ve experienced his reading-trance.

you’d often scold him each time—especially in the instance of an expedition where he gets caught up in planning. even forgetting to eat would result in a disappointed gaze from you (rightfully so in your opinion, these were times of desperation from starvation). but he was improving.

you find yourself opening up to him, for the first time in a long one. the thought of sleeping in the presence of another made you revolt originally; but you felt safe with him.

soon, both of you’s efforts weren’t for nothing. traces of his group—”nobunaga” and “hideyoshi”, he told you—was temporarily taking base on the outskirts of the next city.

and suddenly, the concept of him leaving you created a pit of darkness inside. you’ll be alone, the walls will no longer echo your laughs and his soft voice; but instead silence.

from then on, you find each day a small struggle for it to stretch as long as possible. staying up just so you could feel being near mitsunari while awake, clinging onto whatever you could for now. it hurts, more than anything you’ve felt—but it’d be selfish for you to take him from the thing he’s spent this much time searching.

but the world wasn’t known for mercy, it never was since forever. time flowed as normal, and the day came. “. . .pack up a bit. it’s gonna be a long journey, and we’ll need to stay in some shitty abandoned house.” your voice came as a silent croak. mitsunari wasn’t often aware of picking up hints—but he was painfully aware now.

“. . .and why do you look so sad?” his words were spoken with gentle sadness, a tad bit of melancholy. as much as you wanted to avoid it for less damage to your heart, he already took your chin to tilt it to his face. you never wanted to say goodbye to his twinkling lilac eyes, it was the closest to warmth you’ve felt.

slowly. . .you were crying, sobbing. each shake from your shoulders sent painful stabs to mitsunari’s heart. and even as you were hurting—both of you were—you wrapped your arms around his, diving your nose to his chest.

“. . .i-i’m happy. . for you. i really am—.”

you didn’t remember anything else of that night, only the tender voice he spoke to you akin to bells from heaven jingling.

the next day, and the day after, the rest of the oda were found. overwhelmed by the many faces you didn’t know, you simply sat back and watched what would be your eventual farewell. you didn’t listen into what they were talking about; it didn’t matter much. at least you’d see him smile like that one last time.

only when he turned to you were you brought back to reality, staring with those earnest purple eyes. you know the others were observing in silence, you didn’t pay attention to it. only mitsunari. . .the one you. . .l-loved?

. . .yeah. you loved him.

he made his way to you. once you faced each other, he gently lifted your hands in his, and brought it to his chest. you felt the beats, ba-dump ba-dump, fast against his clothes.

“this may not be an easy request to ask of you. . .” he started. the fondness were now pooling in his eyes, and you were sure it was the same for you, “but. . . would you please stay with us. . .? my heart feels heavy of leaving you.”

—ranmaru:

it pained him, more than anything in his life. he wasn’t sure which would feel better, if the oda died and otherwise. from a breach that he caused. ranmaru wants to just disappear—but that wouldn’t be fair for a traitor like him, he didn’t deserve such mercy. he’s supposed to return to kennyo one way or another, but he just couldn’t. his legs kept on running and running—perhaps not from the zombies, but from his own swallowing fears and hatred for himself. it felt absolutely revolting to be in his own skin right now.

and for a moment, ranmaru considered if it was better. to just succumb to the pack of zombies in front of him. he knows how to fight them, maybe improv his way out—but he doesn’t want to. and just as his muscles fell limp in an act of surrender—

BANG—!

and that was the first time he saw of you; on the other side of the conglomeration of rotten flesh, gun pointed up to the air with no trace of fear or regret. and quickly, the attention of the zombies were quickly taken from him, and onto you.

and he felt the fear for you, you shouldn’t’ve done that for him. . .!

even so, there was nothing he could do. the last of he saw you then was you mouthing a clear word to him: “run.”

he did, and so did you. ranmaru’s mind screamed, scraping at the walls of his insides to not, but instinct and adrenaline took control more than anything.

he didn’t know where he was running—but wherever it was, you miraculously found him. and you managed to drag him to your base, no matter how many times he rejected.

as soon as you two arrive, he’s much more reserved than usual. not that you’d know, you just consider it normal to be that much quiet from a near death experience. you gave him food, a set of clothes, and water. but as time went on, you noticed he didn’t so much as touch it.

eventually, you had to push him to do it, even if his body felt sickening to its core. slowly, ranmaru told you little bits of his story, leaving out many parts (like the fact he was the orchestrating traitor). and just like mitsunari, you find an unknown source inside you just. . . allowing yourself to help him.

and because ranmaru wasn’t as much a strategist as mitsunari was, your execution was a lot more of wandering than anything.

and during those outings, you start to notice how weirdly capable he is. he’s switched back to his cheery, bubbly self, yes. but you catch how he’s so skilled with swords, sneaking around in inhumane silence. you waved your first encounter as a product of turmoil, and that he was as fragile that he framed himself, but. . .

the thought of him being a traitor to you, putting up a mask like that, it settled a churning feeling in your stomach. you’ve gotten so used to, enjoying even, his hugs and rambles—nights that were previously spent sleeplessly, just staring out the window and to the shit world splayed across it, were now filled with talks about silly and pointless things.

it reminded you of how it was before all this.

just like young school friends having a sleepover, you found a happiness and light feeling in you that was buried since quite a while.

along with that were times where you got serious. it wasn’t often, ranmaru would try to change the subject. but you were your own stubbornness; running away from something wasn’t a good way to go, you knew this.

and you’d always be aware of how his eyes seemed like a dark pit of untouched emotions. like the mere existence of the conversation was weighing him down a thousand pounds.

to add, you pick up on some inconsistencies to his stories. . .first he said that the loud speakers in the building overrode the zombies’ sensitivity to sound and caused them to break everything like the windows and doors (even the locked ones, he added), then he said that it was because they were open in the first place. how he says only one person withheld the keys to certain places, then he said how said places were miraculously open later on. . .

you came to just a small conclusion.

“then, there’s a traitor, right?”

your words were toned in a way that was like just a throwaway line—unimportant, irrelevant—but ranmaru still tensed up, like a deer in headlights. fear, anxiety, regret; it all chipped away at him slowly.

and you’ve been friends for a good time now—you caught this. and it wasn’t just surprise either, it’s like he secretly knew.

in the end, an answer was never said. he just called it a night, and you let him.

it’ll be resolved in the morning, you thought, going back to your worn out mattress. and, just like many nights, you simply stared out at the sky with a mostly blank mind.

but then, you heard footsteps.

unstable, but not the way a zombie’s would. it’s not disarrayed, and they couldn’t get up anyway, not with all the security you set up. it can only be a human’s then. . .

you grabbed your crowbar, and silently left your room. a dark figure stood in the hallway, silently making their way to the stairs next floor. before you pursued, you tilted your head to ranmaru’s room.

it’s open, and empty.

your steps became quicker and quicker, hoping nothing bad happens as each staircase brought a chain of doubt and anxiety over you.

the rooftop. the figure—who you assume is ranmaru—stood in silence over the edge. the moon and stars’ light shone on them, and it was your dear friend. the soft purple-pinkish hair dusted over his head so perfectly, played by the breeze.

“ranmaru.” you called out. his body flinched. “what are you doing here. .?”

for a moment, he didn’t respond. you saw how his shoulders shook while his overall self was trying to make him as small as possible, but no words were said.

“answer me,” you took a step, hesitant, “please.”

“. . .i’m sorry.”

his voice was quiet, cracked, as if it could shatter at any moment. what were you supposed to do, seeing your dearest friend on the edge like that. . .?! all you could was reach your hand out—and take his.

“wh—” before he could say anything, you pull him into your arms, wrapping them securely around him. his shuddered breaths, then turned into sobs and cries. slowly and weakly, the hug was returned.

“. . .what am i supposed to do?” he sound so horribly lost, afraid, your own heart was ripping. “everything i do—the food tastes like sand in my mouth, every step feels wrong to take, i—i don’t know what to do!”

ranmaru broke down in front of you, and you let him. words were slurring into thoughtless ramblings and rants. there wasn’t a thing you understood completely, but—

“please, ranmaru, i. . .” your arms tightened around him. he’s alive, he’s safe. “please stay with me. we’ll get through this, just—i beg you, stay.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #cyikemen #ikesen ranmaru #ikesen sasuke #ikesen mitsunari #*au #*writing #coreycore420 #hslakhgs srsly tho i had a fun time with this #hslakhgs srsly tho i had a fun time #it's way longer than what i wanted it to be originally—but sasuke's was already rlly long #and i couldn't just Do It to the rest so ykno what *consistency baby*#aha i tried to avoid using lady title considering 2/3 suitors use it #cause yk inclusion #but also i've never been one to use (y/n) anyway #idk small tangent #there's a lot more i can dive into here #like how they would cope specifically to the apocalypse. etc. etc.#but also rip my hands bro :)))#i srsly did have like a thing thought out #but who knows if it'll be done like ever!!!!! :D #also mc's personality's more crude here #with the nature of distrust usually seen in zombie movies #and i did want to give em more depth but #again #fingers tired!! writing abilities gone poof #hopefully it isn't too much lol

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Water Deity! Reader x Ranboo [HCs] Part 2:

Second Meeting:

Ever since Ranboo's first encounter with you, his head would be filled with thoughts about the veiled figure that comforted him.

He still remembers the feeling of your hand on his cheek. The power you exhibited when you controlled the water.

He didn't feel the need to even write about you in his memory book as you remained deep in his thoughts, a memory so impactful his mind was unable to let go of.

He turned his attention towards the door when he heard a knock. "Ranboo!" it was Tubbo.

Opening the door, he saw his friend and President of L'manberg at his doorstep. "What do you need Tubbo?"

"Follow me!" Tubbo replied, running off towards the main path as Ranboo put on his equipment.

After taking the portal and using the nether hub, they arrived at a jungle by the sea. "What are we doing here?"

Tubbo explained to him about the ocean monument they found and the plans to create a Guardian Farm for resources. Construction had already began with the help of Sam but Tubbo came to ask him for help as well.

Leading Ranboo to the floating platform where the materials were stored, he saw that segments of a glass wall had been built to mark and separate the area.

He observed the large expanse and noted the water that gushed into the space for the structure. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Well...—" Tubbo began to say the plans for the farm and the steps they would take before actually starting to build the structure itself. They still needed to finish the wall, drain the water inside, and so on.

After Tubbo finished explaining, the two started their work, aiming to finish the glass wall.

After a few hours they had finished the wall and was now in the process of draining the water.

Tubbo had left to return for L'manberg earlier so Ranboo was left alone.

He laid down on the floating platform, which swayed with the waves, as he closed his eyes in exhaustion.

Taking notice of the environment around him, he took note of the cold sea breeze that danced on his skin. The smell of the sea enveloping his nose. And the sound of waves crashing against the glass wall.

A new sound entered his ears as he heard someone make their way towards him. Footsteps on the wood of the platform and the occasional creaking.

Ranboo assumed it was Tubbo, who returned from his business in L'manberg or Sam, who came to oversee and help in the construction.

"You know, the idea of draining the ocean seemed easy. Putting it into work and actually doing it is exhausting" he chuckled.

When he didn't receive a response, he decided to turn his head to the direction of the footsteps, which stopped when it was close enough to him.

Opening his eyes, he came face to faced with a pair of bare feet. He wondered why Sam or Tubbo or anyone would walk barefoot.

He trailed his gaze upwards and stilled when his eyes landed on you.

It was night time and the only light illuminating the scene was the gleam of the moon.

It's rays fell upon your veiled figure as the moonlight enhanced your features. The breeze causing your veil to billow and drops of water on your form.

"What do you mean draining the ocean?" you asked with a cold tone, a slight frown on your face.

'Oh no' is the first thought that came to Ranboo's mind. You had power over water, so that might make you a Guardian or God of water, and the sea would be your domain.

A look of panic fell on his features as his jumbled mind tried to form an explanation, an excuse to tell you.

Receiving no answer, you made your way to the edge of the platform which was connected to the glass wall and dipped your hand into the water.

Ripples formed on the surface of the water, originating from your hand. The waves which were in motion stopped.

The ripple spread throughout a large area of the sea which his eyes couldn't reach.

Slowly, the water in the glass wall formed streams upwards and converged into a single orb of water. Said orb beginning to grow as it drew more of the contents of the glass wall into it's form.

"Amazing." Ranboo blurted out before he covered his mouth, realizing that he spoke that out loud. He stood up to gain a better view and saw that you had cleared the water in the walls until the last drop.

Returning your gaze to him, your eyes still cold as you awaited an explanation.

"Uhm, I-uh..." Ranboo stuttered out. His moment of clarity now over and returning to a panicked state of mind.

You took a step towards Ranboo when the sound of a blade being drawn and the shout of "Halt" caused you to stop in your tracks.

Ranboo looked up when he heard that and saw Sam with his blade drawn and pointed at you. Tubbo stood behind Sam with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Step away from him." Sam threatened. His grip on the sword firm and ready to strike at any moment.

"You might be disappointed in the results." You retorted, unfazed by his threat nor his blade. Slowly you took steps towards him, paying no mind to the weapon pointed at you.

The situation grew tense, Tubbo and Ranboo speechless as they saw you approach Sam without fear of being harmed or even killed.

When Sam realized you wouldn't stop in your tracks, his grip faltered for a moment. This blade of his was made using the best netherite he could find, forged in the best methods he knew, and enchanted with magic he chose himself.

The moment you begun to raise your hand into the air, tendrils of water formed from the water behind Sam, he struck.

Forcefully jabbing his blade towards your stomach, a silence befell.

His blade didn't miss it's mark. It pierced your figure and Ranboo could see the end protrude from your back.

What surprised everyone was the lack of blood.

The area where the blade pierced was rippling like water, remaining unfazed by his strike, your hand now fully outstretched you began to bring it down.

Ranboo stumbled forward to stop you from doing it, hurting his friend. He firmly gripped your forearm. "Please stop, don't hurt them."

After a moment of hesitation, you complied clenching your hand into a fist, the tendrils lost their form and fell back into the ocean. The splashing sound snapped Sam out of shock.

He stumbled back, loosing the grip on his sword. He felt fear, how did you do that, who are you— "what are you?"

When you felt Ranboo loosen the grip he had on your forearm you made your way to the top of the glass wall.

Taking a step forward, vapor in the air condensed and formed steps of water which your feet landed on.

The three stared in awe mixed with surprise and fear as you continued your stride until your feet met the cold stone of the ocean floor.

The steps of water you used remained as you made your way to enter the ocean monument. Leaving the three mortals alone.

Turning to look at them, you nodded in their direction and Ranboo understood what it meant: "Come."

A/N: I accidentally deleted my first version of this and wanted to die. Anyways, please enjoy! I almost went overboard with the first version but it accidentally deleting caused my energy to drop. Nonetheless, I will be making a third part to this which may be the Confrontation/Discussion. Will more be revealed about this supernatural stranger, wait and see!

#ranboo x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #ran.writes

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sebastianshaw · 3 years

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Ask for fun: Voice headcanons for Shaw and Haven?

Aw thank you! Both of them have very deep voices, but Shaw’s is very “masculine” while Haven’s is very “feminine”. Deep and feminine aren’t typically thought of together, but it is possible and it fits her. She’s a six foot woman and not skinny, and she’s also older than most female characters, debuting at the age of 40, but she’s also EXTREMELY conventionally feminine, and her voice balloons are literally OUTLINED IN PINK BORDERS. It’s honestly really impossible to find anything about her besides her height that isn’t seen as very “feminine” but at the same time she’s also def a grown woman, not a little girl, she’s a LADY, so she should sound like it. Shaw’s voice can be very low, and frequently is, not QUIET per se---that’s very DANGEROUS territory---but clearly a man who doesn’t NEED to raise his voice to be HEARD. It can be very smooth or very rough, depending how brusque he’s being, versus if he’s being seductive or smug which is when it’s smoother. “Rich” is probably a good term for it. And it can definitely be LOUD and that is TERRIFYING, though not as much as when he’s quiet---that’s true “oh shit” territory. Haven’s, by contrast, stays more or less in the same very even, placid tone territory almost all the time. She’s UNCANNILY serene, to a point it can be kinda weird/unnerving, and a lot of her intonations---such as surprise---are delicate ones, a small change to her tone or volume rather than large. Desperation, such as begging someone not to hurt someone else, is when more volume and tonal change comes out. She always sounds very soothing and non-aggressive in my head, even when arguing, and tones suggesting sympathy, understanding, and compassion are common, as well as a bit more energy and brightness for children. Basically they both SOUND like what they are physically---people who are both physically larger and older than most of the cast---but on opposite ends of the sex spectrum, which also fits them, and Shaw having a wider range of intonations and volumes that are also more obvious, with Haven’s being much smaller and more subtle. This is less a VOICE headcanon and more a DICTION headcanon, but Shaw and Haven have some commonalities in HOW they speak, and for similar reasons. Both use very formal English, prone to large words and lack of contractions, and both tend to sound very “proper”. I headcanon that Shaw did NOT grow up speaking like that, I’ve mentioned several times how his background as a poor working-class Pittsburgh man means he probably grew up with a very prominent Pittsburgh accent and, like many people with an obvious accent, deliberately repressed it in order to be taken more seriously and not seen as stupid, low-class, etc. Haven DID grow up speaking English very properly in my headcanon, but it was taught to her that way for similar reasons as Shaw---class. See, Haven’s native languages are Marathi and Parsi Gujarati, because, of course, she’s an Indian woman from Mumbai and her mother, being a Zoroastrian instead of Hindu like her father, was most likely Parsi. But she probably grew up with an English tutor from a young age, because this little thing happened in India called British Imperialism, and as a result to this day English is the language of upward mobility---you get better jobs if you can speak it, you’re seen as stupid and low-class if you don’t, etc. And the most “desirable” kind of English is the kind spoken WITHOUT an “Indian” accent (quotes because India has a TON of accents) You see ads for English tutors that promise to teach accentless English, or American/British accent English, and that’s what I headcanon that Haven has----almost no accent to her English at all, and what there is probably sounds lightly British if anything, whereas when she speaks South Asian languages, her accent is (in my hc) Marathi, because she was taught to speak English specifically in the most “proper” and “classy” way, as befits her background as someone who was born extremely wealthy in Mumbai (which has some of the highest rates of English speaking) So there’s a commonality of both speaking English in a very specific and similar way, for similar reasons, even if it’s a conscious choice for Shaw in a way it isn’t for Haven. I also think they’re just both very articulate people who would be prone to fancier words anyway. (Of course, they also have big divergences in how they speak too, which reflects their personalities---Shaw is often more sharp and direct, whereas Haven will use a lot of modifiers, quantifiers, etc.)

#voice headcanons #voice

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