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no-gorms · 3 years

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You are the author whose works I re-read most frequently. Would you ever do a coda (or headcanons) for Cold Space, Warm Welcome? I love those space boys 🥺

Awwhh thank you! 🤩 I actually did have a coda-ish scene from Cold Space, Warm Welcome, and now an excuse to write it!

Steve/Tony, coda to Cold Space, Warm Welcome, fade to black (also on ao3)

Normally at this time of day Tony would have a few more hours left in him before he’d call it a night. But it’s a been long 24 hours, and there are limits to how long Tony can fire on all cylinders while in troubleshooting mode. By the time Rhodey closes the post-mortem, Tony thinks that he’d get a migraine if he had to look at another circuit board or codesheet.

“Anyone want to go up for drinks?” Bruce says. “Just to…”

“Yes, please,” Pepper says.

“I’m game,” Sam agrees.

Tony doesn’t even need to beg off. Once glance at his face and the crew’s post-battle conversation releases him without comment, allowing him the painless exit that he so badly wants. He stands up, rubbing a knuckle against one eye, as the others start a friendly argument about what ‘drinks’ specifically means, and if coffee counts or is at all sensible when everyone’s already crashing.

Before Tony leaves the room, he glances back one more time. Steve meets his eye, the way he always does, and Tony mouths a silent, “’Night.” Steve reciprocates with a nod and a small smile.

Leave taken, Tony lets his legs carry him all the way to his room.

His eyes are open, but they might as well not be for how he zones out the whole journey; he only snaps back to awareness when he realizes that someone (Bucky) left his blanket on the floor in their rush to answer the morning’s alarm.

Tony considers leaving the blanket where it is, then sighs and drapes it back over the bed.

There are many different kinds of exhaustion, though one of the most annoying is when the body and mind are out of sync. Tony’s body is ready to crash, but his mind still in fight mode, not yet convinced that the ship is out of peril, because what if! What if they’d pushed the ship’s reactor to the limit, or hadn’t shaken the hostiles off their tail as they thought, and so on and so on?

But the Iron Advance is quiet. In need of repairs, but quiet.

Tony sits on his bed for a few minutes, and tries to distract his brain with an equally annoying evergreen tune that’s randomly popped up in his head.

There’s a knock at the door.

Tony glances at his communicator automatically, but he hasn’t missed any messages. He’s too wired to be confused, so he gets up to answer the door without a single grumbled curse.

Which is probably a good thing, because it’s Steve on the other side of the door.

Steve, who’s standing at angle from the doorway, like a page half-turned. The good former-Captain is broad enough to fill just about any doorway on the Iron Advance like a battering ram with those damned shoulders of his, but right now he’s barely filling half of this particular doorway, and there’s a beat before he meets Tony’s eye.

It takes Tony a second, but that’s okay. Tony’s almost always a half-second slow in understanding Steve, because of the unusual space he fills in Tony’s mind and world.

“Yeah.” Tony backs up, allowing Steve to enter. “It’s pretty much the mess you’d expect.”

“So’s mine, if it makes you feel any better.” Steve’s eye immediately goes to the maintenance arm, still half-unfolded from its bay, before trailing to Tony’s crates in the corner, all of them mismatched and colorful and covered with stickers from their travels. He doesn’t ignore Bucky’s side of the room, but it’s obvious where his interest is.

There’s a chair that Tony can offer, but he won’t.

Fact is, Steve’s never been in Tony’s room before.

Dating while living on the same ship was always going to be strange and boundary-slipping, but they’ve managed so far. ‘Dates’ are formally-demarcated pockets of time, occasionally spent off the ship but most of the time on it. When on the ship, they space walk, or reserve an area of the ship just to themselves. It’s a work in progress, and they’ve never visited the others’ room beyond seeing the other off at the end of each date. (Actual making out is done elsewhere; the observation deck in particular has been excellent for it.)

Tony’s even avoided doing maintenance in the spare room – now Steve’s room, effectively, until they finish renovations – by handing it off to one of the others. Not because he’s afraid, but because he knows himself and he’d get distracted studying every single thing in there that he won’t get the job done.

“You said your arm is fine,” Tony says.

“It is. It is,” Steve insists, when Tony gives him a look. He turns back to the rest of the room curiously. “I thought you kept spare suit in here.”

“Under the bed. Folded up, though.”

Steve actually looks under the bed, though when Tony laughs, he straightens back up with an affronted scowl. “You weren’t serious?”

“No, I’m serious, it is there. But.” Tony steps towards Steve, claiming that pocket of warmth that would be the circle of Steve’s arms if he were to lift them. He looks up into Steve’s ridiculous eyes, and is aware that his mouth is quivering from the effort to stop himself from smiling.

Steve is often direct, and alarmingly so. But other times he isn’t, and is for some reason only able to exude sincerity and hope in being understood.

“You’re not here to look at my suit.” Tony puts his hands on Steve’s waist. The muscle there jumps, as does Steve’s throat. “You’re here – I mean, you literally walked all the way down here, on purpose, because you want to have—”

“We don’t have to,” Steve says quickly.

“I know. You’d be happy with anything. And it’s been a long day.”

Steve relaxes. “Yes, that, exactly.”

“You still did it knowing it was a possibility, though.” Tony’s full-on grinning now. “What about Bucky? You got a thing about getting interrupted?”

“Uh.” Steve’s mouth drags sideways in a sheepish wince. “He’s in my room. I said that if I don’t come back in an hour, he should, uh… stay there.”

“Amazing.” Tony means that; he’s impressed. He knows that Steve is not above having base wants, but getting carried away while pawing at each other isn’t the same as making a clearheaded request, which is exactly what this is. “There’s being forward, and then there’s being—”

“Tony!” Steve laughs and dips his head forward, bringing his temple to brush against Tony’s. Tony’s hair is a little longer now, some strands of which fall over Steve’s eye, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Steve’s fingers trail feather-light lines down Tony’s forearms, before coming to rest at his elbows. They stand together like that for a while, breathing in, not yet kissing.

Steve swallows again, his Adam’s apple bobbing large and dramatic at the edge of Tony’s vision. Steve’s holding himself still but Tony gets the impression of nerves and anticipation, which in turn has excitement flickering up Tony’s spine.

Tony turns his head, guiding his lips across Steve’s cheek until he finds his mouth. Steve sighs and kisses back, while his fingers dig tight and eager around Tony’s elbows.

#scaramouche answers asks #scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #verse: cold space warm welcome #anonymous

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arizona-trash-bag · 3 years

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I can totally explain a bit of my thinking behind seeing lwj as autistic and wwx as autistic/adhd!! Before I get into specifics though, let me preface with where I’m coming from. I first saw CQL and then read the EXR translation of the novel. I prefer MDZS to CQL, but also want to acknowledge that because I do not read/speak Mandarin I am inherently experiencing this story second-hand and therefore am probably missing out on a lot of nuances. I am trying to learn Mandarin, but it will be a long time before I am even a little close to fluent lol.

Another preface- obviously not all autistic people present in the same way, and many of the things that I will mention are not solely specific to autistic people either. It’s one of those things where all of it added up together points towards asd, but each one individually would not on its own indicate asd, you know? Also, I will say that many of the things I picked up on for both characters are autistic traits that many autistic people have vs the clinical characteristics (much like most of the case I could make for wwx’s adhd would be adhd traits he has rather than symptoms that would lead to a real-world diagnosis.) Edit: OH! I almost forgot to say, that also all of these traits I’m listing are from a western perspective, and I would LOVE to read more about how autism presents in different cultures and to see conversations between autistc Chinese people specifically, so as to see if these traits are specific to western autistic people or not, but again, I do not speak Mandarin or Cantonese or any other Chinese dialect, so that’s a little inaccessible for me atm.

Ok, SO, for both characters I would list: strong sense of justice, lack of care for society’s opinion (I feel like it could be argued that lwj does to a certain point, but imo he operates more from what he morally considers to be correct and from a place of familial duty vs catering to the opinion of society at large), and then more vaguely, they both seem to be “nerdy” (this doesnt feel like the most accurate term, especially because it's not like being scholarly is specific to their characters, especially in ancient fantasy China- it’s more that their particular hmmm, flavor?? of love of knowledge feels very neurodivergent to me, vs like, being scholarly because it’s the thing that is expected of a Young Master, if that makes any sense at all- like the difference btwn someone getting an engineering degree because it is expected of them vs because they genuinely love engineering), and lastly for both- I would say that they are canonically kinky, and while I can’t cite any statistics, there’s a pretty high correlation between being autistic and being into kink. Obviously, not every person who is not vanilla is autistic, and not every autistic person is into kink…….but there is a high correlation.

For lwj specifically, the things that made me think he might be autistic are his lack of outward emoting combined with his depth and breadth of emotions, how he seems to thrive in and quite enjoy the very structured environment he grew up in, and then the last one off the top of my head (side note, I feel like a week from now I’m going to randomly think of other examples lol) I’m not actually sure IS an example, because I know (thanks to the awesome post from hunxi that you linked to that I had read previously) that his succintness does not equal autism, but I do kind of feel like it is very autistic to Always be so formal and to Always talk in textbook perfect language.

For wwx, I also think he likely has CPTSD! I’m not going to list anything for adhd or cptsd since we both agree on those :) As far as being autistic goes, there is, of course, the high prevalence of adhd/asd comorbidity. For specifc traits- while autism can show up as lack of facial expressions/tone, it can also show up as being overly exuberant and overexpressive. Especially for younger autistic children this can show up as being overly friendly/no boundaries w/ strangers (just?? going home with a random man who says he knew wwx’s parents???), making unusual connections that others do not can be both asd and adhd, his disregard for social status (disregard might be a strong word, and also I feel like this might be one of those things that got lost in translation and if I had read the original text I might have a different opinon, but what I mean here is the way that often autistic people learn certain social rules and try their best to follow them, but often do not pick up on specifics related to social hierarchy that are not spelled out for them- I think jyl’s take down of jin zixun is a great example of the /oppossite/ of what I’m talking about, and is a very neurotypical interaction. An example also of what I mean by disregard for social hierarchy, but from my own life, is how I’ve reflected on past convos w/ my boss only to realize that what I thought was just an interesting conversation about our opinons on a particular subject was actually them trying to tell-me-as-my-boss something they wanted me to do. We ended up doing things the way I wanted to do them because I didn’t realize that they were telling me to do something because they didnt explicitly say so, and because I just don’t pick up on when people are saying something from a social hierarchy pov. Idk if this makes sense or not, so I’m happy to try to expand if you would like me to. I feel like wwx could be described as having alexithymia, which is very common in autistic people, but could also be due to his cptsd. And then, I don’t feel like this is a true point because it is kind of based on headcanon? but wwx feels very demisexual to me, which is much more common for autistic people than it is for allistic people. But him being demi is not canon, just my perception of him (I see him as demisexual gay w/ massive comphet, but I know lots of people see him as bi, which also totally makes sense!!)

Tbh, I’m having a harder time than I thought I would listing wwx specifics. I might go through the book sometime this weekend and see if there are specific moments that pop out at me, but tbh w/ him its more that he Feels very adhd/asd to me?? Idk, I was diagnosed w/ adhd when I was 8, and all 4 of my siblings plus my father have offical adhd diagnoses. I’m 29 now and was only diagnosed as autistic earlier this year. All of my close friends have always been either adhd, asd, or adhd/asd. There have been multiple people I have met that I’ve suspected were neurodivergent who have later told me they started looking into it and are now seeking formal diagnoses. I mention these things, only to give full context when I say that I have spent a lot of time observing the differences between interacting with neurotypicals and neurodivergents. I mean, obviously, it’s possible that I could just be projecting, but to me, Wwx gives off late-diagnosed/heavy masker autism/adhd combo vibes. Again, maybe I am projecting, but I did try to analyze whether I was or not previously, and determined that since in the past with other favorite characters (who I probably share more similarities in personality with) I did not feel like they were neurodivergent, so I figured that probably I wasn’t? That feels like a very convoluted sentence, but what I mean is that I have not thought that about other characters who have been my fav, so I figured that while I do project in certain areas that this particular area probably wasn’t one of them. Or, to say it in yet another way, since i did not project any of my neurodivergencies on past favorite characters, I figured I probably didn’t start doing so now.

I would love to hear more of your perspective on this, particularly because I worry that I do not have the cultural touchstones to realize when something wwx or lwj is doing is not actually a sign of being neurodivergent. I try my best to research things I don’t know about and to listen to fans who actually do have that cultural understanding, but there’s only so much I can look into on my own when I only speak/read english. And also, I love mdzs and I love talking about both adhd and autism, so I’m glad to talk about these subjects with someone else who also likes all of those topics :) Sorry for sending a book of a response and also I hope you are having a great day!!

wow wow wow anon THANK YOU for doing your research and acknowledging your blind spots you seriously made my day. I wanted to get to this as soon as I made that rant while sharing cyan’s post bc this is specifically an example of a well researched proposition based on actual lived experience and critical thinking.

I almost want to ask you to come forward so we can take this convo elsewhere for a more nuanced discussion bc you’ve already hit upon an issue that’s been holding me back from making a big blathering masterpost on the matter - that the ND experience is so unique and individual, and no one person can dictate someone else’s experience. at the end of the day, if you personally relate to these characters and gain more understanding of yourself and your experiences from them, who am I to take that away from you?

in a public space though I have to make the discussion very broad in order to accurately contextualize these issues, bc in typical autistic fashion I feel morally compelled to Do My Best and Get It Right even as the masses show no inclination of returning the favor, so apologies for the boring backstories I have to get out of the way before we can approach anything resembling new ground.

first from a diagnostic standpoint, while I recognize the traits you listed (and appreciate your clearly nuanced understanding of ND expressions) and would find value in exploring them in a personal context, they are not unique to adhd and/or autism and wouldn’t constitute a basis for diagnosis in a clinical setting. I know that's probably beside the point for this anon, but there's enough edgy teens hoarding labels out there without tacit encouragement from scientists (yes I am technically a scientist, even though my ideologies these days range from conventional to... wildly esoteric, shall we say)

from a cultural standpoint, it’s important for me to emphasize that the concept of neurodivergence is a uniquely western notion. for those unfamiliar, the term 'neurodiversity' was only coined in 1998. I was born in 1991. I existed for a whole 7 years as an autistic person before the idea of being neurodivergent was even a thing. this ND acceptance thing is very, very new - people were not making tiktok confessionals about their adhd diagnosis journeys when I was growing up.

china, like most asian countries, is about 20 years or more behind on just about every social issue compared with western countries. to better illustrate, the experience of being ND in china falls much closer to the conventional experience of disability (i.e. being eugenicized out of existence) than the tentative ND acceptance movement that’s been kickstarted in the past 20 years in the anglosphere.

safe to say, there is no ND coding going on in chinese media. characters are either explicitly ND or they're not. there's no basis for a creator subtly inducing ND-like traits in a character, because there's no such thing as ND awareness in the cultural context of where mdzs was written and consumed. any resemblance is purely accidental, as they say.

as to how this resemblance could exist - I could go into the layers and layers of historical, cultural, social and religious context that make up these characters and the xianxia genre as a whole. for this anon in particular i'm happy to, because they've done the work. please please get in touch in some way where we can have a fully fleshed out chat if you're interested in taking this further, I realize i’ve basically addressed none of the finer points you’ve raised but honestly it’s another level of discussion to be had that cannot be summarized in one blog post haha.

as for those who would scream 'but special interests!!' at a character whose sect was founded by a literal monk - what would be the point?

PS. to comprise a starting point for why it's possible to see ND4ND everywhere in media if you looked hard enough - I refer you to the seminal red oni blue oni trope 💁‍♀️

#neurodivergence #neurodiversity #actuallyautistic #autism #adhd #danmei #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian

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cherrywoes · 3 years

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AAAA YES- I have been waiting for this opportunity haha! May I ask for just a soft moment between the reader and (now known as) Shion? I’m absolutely enamoured by their relationship and I just want to see the two maybe cuddle a bit and act disgustingly domestic. I wouldn’t mind either headcanons of how they generally act around each other maybe even a small story of maybe 2k ish words? Whatever you’re comfortable with!

Tbh I’m just looking forward to learn more about Shion and his mannerisms TT I hope you have a wonderful day and take care!

a/n: haha i was waiting on this to show up! <3 i did both the small story and the headcanons (at the end) so i hope you enjoy! this ended up around 3k so i’m pretty happy with the result. you have a wonderful day as well! for those of you who don’t know who ama-no-kagaseo/shion is, he’s an oc from my jjk fic dark sun.

of custard buns, apples, and mandarin oranges.

— ama-no-kagaseo (shion) + reader.

It was a quiet day for you today. There were no assassins, no awful weather to rain on your parade (quite literally, might you add), and, somehow, Sayaka would not be at your side today. Something about a first grade Curse had pulled her away for the day, sending her to the countryside—a place not known for its Curses—for the time being. You weren’t sure why Gojou couldn’t do it, since he was perfectly capable of going himself, but you weren’t going to ignore the chance that this brought you.

You were going to make pastries.

“Pastries?” Ama-no-Kagaseo (Shion, now, you needed to remember) materialized at your side, so close that he was practically leaning on you. He was oddly more in tune with your thoughts than usual after you’d given him that name, or something had changed—more specifically, his attention revolved around you more than anything else now. While that malevolent nature still crept out at times—never to you, but to nearly everyone else on the campus—it was subdued, and he appeared almost docile though you knew that was far from the truth. “I’ve never seen you make them before.”

His innocent curiosity of everything you did was endearing, to say the least. Having never taken interest in human pursuits before, he was set on learning everything you did even if he had no true want to learn it in the first place. He learned it because, through that activity, whatever it may be, he was closer to you, and therefore, in his mind, any time spent being close to you was precious time to him. Being a god and immortal, time that was considered anything other than ‘boring’ was important to him, however, most of it being linked back to you could be a very deadly double-edged sword… for other people, perhaps.

With a smile, you shook your head and held up an index card with the recipe for coconut custard buns. It was one of your favorites, something Sayaka had always bought for you when you were younger and had a notorious sweet tooth, and you’d been craving it recently. But without any way to contact her while she was off on a mission, you were left with only one other option: to make them yourself. You’d discovered the recipe (admittedly, you’d been snooping at first) in a magazine that had belonged to Gojou at some point. It had been left in the common rooms and, well, you considered it free game if he had just left it there when he was done with it.

“That’s because I haven’t,” you replied with a small laugh. You could feel his question burning into the side of your face without even having to look over at him. If you did, you would see a slightly pleading expression on his face, followed by the faint bunching of his brows because Amatsumikaboshi did. Not. Plead. But for you, he most likely would and that was all that mattered. “Yes, you can help me make them, Shion.”

He lit up like a light at the sound of his name. You’d been struggling to remember to call him that and not Ama-no-Kagaseo or Amatsumikaboshi, having done so for years beforehand, so breaking a habit like that was difficult for you. There was a set preconception to those names; all the higher ups saw him as was the malevolent, admittedly vicious god who would see them all destroyed if he had his way, but this was not ‘Amatsumikaboshi’—at least not to you. You’d seen several sides of him in the past few years, but this one—excited, happy even—was the one you liked the most, even if you were fond of both aspects of his godhood.

In his adult and personal form, he looked almost like a giant, overeager puppy—dragon, you thought, at a second glance, peering at the horns poking out over strands of white hair—at the idea of helping you cook. Which, to most people, might be bizarre in and of itself; what god would lower himself to cooking?

“What do they taste like?” He inquired, further leaning on you to the point where he was about to push you over. He wanted a glimpse of the index card, you thought, but then he rested his head on your shoulder instead. He was careful to avoid poking you with his horns and had his head situated at an odd angle that looked uncomfortable. “[Name]?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, pressing your mouth to the top of his head in a mockery of a kiss. He did this to you all the time, and now you understood why: it was extremely intimate, very close and comforting. He always smelled like an interesting mix of the ocean, some tropical flower that you had no name for, and almond oolong tea. It never changed, even when he was in a different form, oddly enough. You didn’t mind it. It was a very sweet, pleasing scent. “Oh, they taste like… custard and tangzhou bread, but I guess you wouldn’t know what that tastes like. You can try it and see if you like it, since you will be helping me.”

“Can we make them now?” He asked, shifting so he was looking up at the underside of your jaw and eyelashes. “I’m curious.”

“Of course.” You smiled and gently pushed a few strands away from his eyes so you could see them better. He’d always had pretty eyes, you’d thought, that seemed to shine with more knowledge than you could ever fathom. Now, though, they were focused on you, those slit pupils wide enough that you could see your reflection in them. As an afterthought, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, much in the same way he did to you when he thought you were napping. When you pulled away, you watched a pale blush creep up his neck and ears, which was just adorable. “But first, we need to make you blend in a bit.”

Confusion rolled across his face like a thundercloud. He stood and helped you to your feet when you struggled to get your legs out from under yourself, numb from sitting so long, and held your weight for a few moments while you waited for the blood to flow back into your legs. “Blend in?”

“Mhm.” You touched his horns and then pointed to his kimono. “I don’t think there’s anyone here right now, but in case someone comes in you’ll look like you’re just a sorcerer. If someone found out you could separate yourself from me like this, they’d report it to the higher ups and I’d be put back in confinement again.”

“No,” Shion said, and at first you thought it was to making him blend in. The scowl that appeared on his face was lethal. “I’ll kill them first.”

With a light laugh, you rose to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was almost like watching magic, the way his scowl turned into a pleased little smile. “You can’t kill everyone who finds out about you. Then they’ll get suspicious and know it was you.”

“You’re right,” he acknowledged, after a moment, leaning just a bit closer to you. “How will I ‘blend in’, so to speak.”

“Well…” You looked up at his horns, then his hair—which wasn’t all that strange, Gojou had white hair and Itadori had pink hair—and afterwards, his yukata. He could easily be mistaken as a member of one of the three clans and you could say he was replacing Sayaka for the day. You reached up and fingered his horns, surprised at how sharp the individual points were; they were almost like a deer’s horns. “Can you make these go aw—”

And just like that, they were gone, leaving you touching nothing but air.

“Right,” you mumbled, lowering your hand to pick up the astronomically long lengths of hair running down his back. It ended right at his hips, so you could, theoretically, just tie it into a bun and leave it like that. You’d seen plenty of Zen’in men wear their hair like that. “Okay, sit over here.”

You sat down on the edge of your bed and patted the floor with your foot. You retrieved your brush from the nightstand and waited until he was settled, then picked up a strand of hair and started brushing from the bottom to the roots. While they weren’t tangled, you didn’t want to cause him any kind of pain—could he even feel pain?—and gently ran the brush through his hair. He made no complaint and allowed you to continue sectioning off parts of his head, and obediently let you tilt his head this way and that so you could get the areas hanging over his shoulder.

When you were finished brushing it and making sure there weren’t any knots, you set down the brush and began combing his hair back with your fingers. He went entirely limp against your legs, a deep, rolling purr echoing from somewhere in his chest although you could feel it echoing in your shins. You’d heard him purr like that a few times before, usually when he was sitting in the sun of your window like a particularly lazy cat, but this was the first time he’d done it because of something you did. And it was unusually loud, as well, and you had to wonder if it was because he was starting to drift off.

You gathered the rest of his hair up, brushed out the parts that stuck out, and tied it off with a piece of twine you’d had lying around. You didn’t think he would appreciate wearing a sparkly blue ponytail—actually, he more than likely wouldn’t mind matching you. An idea for another day, then.

“Alright,” you said, resting your hands on his shoulders. The purring stopped and he stretched, lifting his arms above his head and popping almost every single bone in his back until he was done. Then he relaxed, head in your lap, and stared up at you. “What?”

Shion continued staring, golden eyes flicking over your face contemplatively. “You’re the most beautiful human in existence to me.”

Oh. You could just feel the blood rushing up to your face, hot and tingly. You stared down at him, mouth falling open in useless stutters, then closed your mouth and pressed your hands to your face. “I… Um…”

“You don’t need to say anything.” He reached up and gently nudged your arm out of the way so he could rest the pads of his fingers against your heart. “I can feel everything you do.”

You were hesitant to lower your hands, but at an encouraging pulse sent through your connection, you dropped them to your lap and cradled his face in your hands. It was moments like these where you had to wonder if Shion knew everything or what you only made obvious. He never said anything, if he did, so you supposed he kept to himself so you could say what you wanted to and nothing else.

The both of you stayed like that for a few moments, caught in an interesting limbo, until you remembered the whole point of making him look somewhat human in the first place.

“Alright,” you sighed, sufficiently calmed down enough that you could make sense of your words again. You patted his cheek softly in a gesture for him to get up. “Let’s go make those custard pastries, hm?”

The college kitchen was nothing to scoff at, but it was also everything you’d never had before. You had cooked before, of course, but not with anything super high tech. Luckily it was easy enough to figure out how to work the oven and you gathered the ingredients from the cupboards, setting them all down on a counter, and got to work.

Shion (even wearing an apron) helped you through every step, although you left the kneading and stirring to him since he was the god and you, decidedly, were not. He was happy to do whatever you asked of him and it was funny watching him get irritated with the ball of dough when you said it needed to rest before you could stuff it and cook it.

While you waited thirty some minutes for the dough to sit and rise, you retrieved a small bowl of fruit you had cut while watching him labor over the dough. It was mostly apples and mandarin oranges, both some of your favorites. You didn’t want to get your hands sticky so you used chopsticks to eat them, and offered an apple slice to Shion when he sent a curious glance at the bowl. He stared at it for a moment and then leaned down to take a hesitant bite of it, pulling away so you couldn’t make him eat the rest if he didn’t like it. You popped the rest in your mouth and watched his face for any sign that he didn’t like it, but when he finished chewing he nodded his head and gestured for you to give him another.

You spent the next thirty minutes like this, eating apples and oranges and offering some to Shion whenever he indicated he wanted another. He spent a lot of time savoring the flavors while you just ate one and immediately ate another, which you assumed came down to him never eating human food before.

When the dough finished rising, it took you no time to fill them and pop them in the oven with Shion’s help. With thirty five minutes more to wait, you sat down in a chair and Shion followed, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Shion?” You asked, inching your head back to mimic the pose he had been in earlier. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” He looked amused that you had to ask. “What is it?”

“Why do you always want me to wear kimonos?” You inquired. You’d always assumed it was to signify that you were his vessel in the most obvious way possible, but you’d also never asked him. You’d just assumed. “These ones specifically.”

“Ah.” He nodded and his eyebrows furrowed deeply in thought. “Before I was cast aside as a failed product, my mother—Izanami, as I’m sure you know—made a set of kimonos specifically for the one I would choose as a partner one day. She did this for all of my siblings, I believe. The originals are lost to time, so I made these in their fashion.”

“Oh.” You touched the hem of your kimono thoughtfully. “And these—they don’t remind you of your mother?”

“No.” Shion rested his chin on your head with a pleased sigh. “You wear them, therefore they remind me of you.”

And you had to say you didn’t mind that.

The custard buns were done after twenty minutes or so, so you parted from Shion and pulled them out of the oven to let them cool. Or, at least, that was your intention; Shion, foolishly or stupidly, you didn’t know, picked one up with his bare hand and you had to watch in disbelief as he took a bite of nearly scalding hot bread and custard and said ‘It’s good’.

“Shion!” You exclaimed, watching his eyes dart over to you over the custard bun in his hand. “That’s hot! You can’t just eat it like that—”

“Why not?” He interrupted, taking another bite as if just to spite you. “It’s not too hot.”

“For you, maybe,” you sighed, watching with envy as he polished off the rest of his bun in one go. “I have to wait for them to cool.”

He seemed to realize, belatedly, what he had done—or he felt your envy, at any rate—and frowned. He approached you and swept you into his arms, nuzzling his nose into the side of your head affectionately. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

You exhaled through your nose and rubbed his back soothingly, indicating you weren’t mad at him. “It’s okay, Shion. Here, help me clean up while I wait for them to cool off and consider it forgotten.”

He nodded eagerly and, in the span of about two seconds, proceeded to use his curse energy to sweep everything back into the cupboards they had come from. You watched, dumbfounded, as the doors unlatched and opened to allow flour, sugar, and yeast to return inside and slam closed once he was done.

“That’s one way to do it,” you laughed and began packing the rest of the custard buns into a small box, holding your hand out for Shion to take. He took it willingly, falling in step beside you and following you back to your dorm room. “Did you like the custard or was it too sweet?”

“Mm…” Shion watched as you kicked off your shoes and opened the door to your room. “It was good. I preferred the fruit more.”

“I’m guessing you like natural sweets, then,” you guessed, opening the box. They were now pleasantly warm and not too hot for you, unlike Shion, so you took a bite and nodded in satisfaction. They tasted just like your memories, if not a little sweeter but you didn’t mind it. It wasn’t going to be a perfect imitation, after all. You finished your bun and closed the box so no more heat would escape and laid on your bed, careful not to allow Shion’s human body to flop to the side in his sling. You’d almost forgotten it was there, you’d been so occupied with him for the day, and you wondered how he felt about it.

“It’s an irritant,” he answered, following your thoughts. He joined you and snuggled up to your free side, your arm instinctively coming up to lower your hand to his cheek. Shion slung one arm across your stomach, just under the sling, and pulled you closer, intent on getting comfortable even at your expense. “That body keeps you prisoner to it, and I am not even within it—just linked to it.”

“You’re not in it?” You repeated, turning your head to look at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Those Sukuna cultists ruined the ritual,” he replied nonchalantly. “Not that these people here know that. So you don’t have to hold it all the time; there are no repercussions unlike if they had actually completed it properly.”

“So…” You allowed a hand to come up and touch his human form delicately. “I could let your body lay next to me and I wouldn’t have to worry?”

“No.”

So you unhooked the sling from your shoulders, free of the weight for the first time in years, and held your breath as his human body rested next to you. Shion reached over you and tugged a blanket up and over you, his human body, and himself, finally comfortable.

“I wonder…” You stroked Shion’s cheek in thought, staring up at the ceiling while he drifted off, that interesting purr kicking up against your side. “Hmm.”

With a cursory glance at his human body, still deathly still as it always was, you turned your back to it and snuggled up to Shion, nudging your head under his chin and settling in for a nap.

Like all the times you had slept with him near, you felt, of course, at peace.

headcanons:

shion and the reader are very close--and i mean very, very close, to the point where they freely share affection and (as indicated) their food. they are also very comfortable with each other as well, more than with anyone else in their lives.

shion’s natural curiosity extends to the reader and only the reader. so anything she does, he will most likely either a) want to participate or b) ask her about what she’s doing and if she likes it or not.

shion actually has a very bad habit of listening in on the reader’s thoughts and feelings even if she isn’t aware of it, which usually gives him a head’s up on her emotional state. while the reader doesn’t listen to his out of respect, she sometimes takes a peek, unaware that he does notice when she does.

shion’s purring comes from the fact that he does have a dragonic form. he does this when he’s at ease, or happy, both of which are shown in this drabble. it translates into his human form through an extra set of vocal chords.

the reader is shion’s favorite anything, and as such, he’s protective of her—perhaps too protective. shion is still a malevolent god and he still has those tendencies to become violent, and while he will never become violent with the reader (he doesn’t have the heart to even shout at her) that does not go for anyone else who is in her general vicinity.

shion has a little habit where he’ll instinctively want to be touching the reader, almost like a particularly clingy cat. sometimes he won’t, but most of the time he most absolutely will.

because of his origins as a formless god, he’s touch starved, which might not mean much because he’s a god, right? he had no affection from his mother and father, izanami and izanagi, so he knows nothing about love and affection, so when he gets it from the reader, he feels like he belongs, and thus, has no qualms about doing whatever is necessary to keep her safe.

shion doesn’t actually understand the emotions he feels. like referenced in the chapters, his emotional understanding is around that of a toddler’s—he knows what it is, can feel it, but he doesn’t understand the deeper meaning to them. he just knows they are there and acknowledges that they are caused by the reader. his logical understanding, however, is that of a god’s, and so he makes logical equations of his emotions instead, which can be quite the double edged sword.

shion is an intj-t.

shion can’t really taste anything synthetic, so he was lying when he said the custard was good so he wouldn’t hurt the reader’s feelings. :’)

that gif at the top perfectly represents shion’s reaction to being offered an apple slice.

requests are: open.

#jujutsu kaisen #dark sun #oc x reader

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geekgirles · 4 years

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I Was Made For Loving You

Well, my dear @foxlanaeshrek, as we say around here: lo prometido es deuda. This one-shot is based on our Rock! Branch AU. To be more specific, on your headcanon that Rock! Branch would sing rock ballads to Poppy. Hope you like it!

Branch had always known he was unusual for a Rock troll.

Despite his dexterity playing the most hardcore tunes with his electric guitar, he would often find himself playing more subdued and forlorn melodies. Sometimes even ballads that didn’t sound all that rock-n’-roll-ish.

Even with his stern or even aggressive temper and his sarcastic mouth, always ready to deliver some snarky comments to whoever pushed his buttons more than what was medically recommended (basically, because most patients the doctors from Volcano Rock City tended to were usually sent there for messing with Branch in the first place), he had an uncanny ability for translating his thoughts in the form of the most beautiful verses.

Ugh, poetry. What a corny thing to do. If the other Rock trolls ever found out, he would never hear the end of it.

There was also his lone wolf persona. One of the main reasons he’d been chosen as Queen Barb’s Captain, in fact. He was known for being level-headed, precise, infallible, independent, never needing anyone but himself or anything but his queen’s approval. He always got the job done. Always. And yet, he was so touch-deprived he could barely process what was happening when he received physical affection.

Yes, he was unusual for a Rock Troll. But he’d never thought he’d be unusual enough to fall in love with a Pop troll. The Queen of the Pop trolls, of all people!

Although, on second thought… He maybe should’ve seen it coming.

To make things even more unusual, Poppy was actually the only mission he had ever failed at fulfilling.

He was supposed to send her people Queen Barb’s message, but just as he was about to, he saw her. The moment he laid eyes on her he was convinced he’d died and gone to Heaven, for only an angel could ever be good enough to compare itself to her. That voice, that laugh, those eyes, that smile! Any artistic masterpiece and its beauty paled in comparison to hers.

And then is when he realised he’d been drooling like a hormonal teenager over the freaking Queen of the Pop trolls. Wait to go…

After finally delivering the message, he tried convincing himself that if meant nothing. He just happened to think the pink troll was hot, that’s all. It wasn’t like his heart would then threaten to burst out of his chest just at the mere thought of her, let alone having her near.

Except it sorta… kinda… low-key… high-key… did. It definitely did.

He was such a mess around her that he’d gone and made the greatest, most embarrassing mistake of his life; he’d recited poetry to her! He, a hardened Rock troll and second-in-command of the troll responsible for her imprisonment, had recited poetry to her, a happy-go-lucky queen who proved herself to be the biggest threat to their plan. And it that weren’t mortifying enough, the poetry happened to be about her. Because, why not? Since he was already digging his own grave, might as well engrave the words in his tombstone…

When he finally realised what he’d done he expected to be mocked. To be looked at as if he were completely insane (he probably was, anyway). To be laughed at… What he didn’t expect, though, was to be stared at with such single-minded devotion by a wide-eyed, blushing pink queen.

Her mesmerised voice somehow managed to bewitch and simultaneously free him from his trance, “Wow… Branch, t-that was… That was beautiful!” she praised, “No one’s ever said anything like that about me. Thank you, I also love your eyes.”

The smile on her face as she uttered those words was enough for him to realise his loyalty now laid beside her. And he’d be damned if he ever let anything bad happen to her.

Although, a shameful part of him had to admit he’d been drooling over how smothering hot she looked as a Rock troll. But nobody had to know about that.

And now that the trolls were finally united, regardless of the kind of music they worshipped, he was lucky enough to have won the Pop queen’s heart. He just needed to find a way to show how aware of his luck he was.

Luckily, he knew just the perfect thing.

………

Poppy still couldn’t believe she was dating a Rock troll. And what a Rock troll he was! Branch was everything she could’ve ever hoped for in a mate; he was smart, he was reliable, he was down-to-earth (something hard to find amongst her subjects), he had the most incredible voice! And he was, oh, so handsome. So, so handsome. She’d caught herself shamelessly devouring him with her gaze more than once. Her eyes would wander around his naked chest, completely mesmerised by his physique. Or her hands would try and touch that mullet of his, in an attempt to pull strands of hair because she could barely control herself!

But if anyone noticed and asked about it, it was always the same answer, “Oh, I just thought he had some fuzz in his hair, that’s all”, or, “Oh, I was just looking at your tattoo! I didn’t notice that one before…”

But most importantly, she loved the way he treated her. She never would have expected a Rock troll to be so caring, so attentive. But alas, that was Branch with her. And she loved every second they spent together.

Which was all the more reason to be excited about their date tonight!

The night before Debbie delivered a letter from him to her, asking to meet him at one of the clearings of Troll Village the following night. He said there was something he wanted to show her.

So there she was, dressed in a simple violet dress with pink hearts adorning the hem and a tiara to match. She could already feel her heart beating faster the moment their gazes met. She ran to him, knowing he would catch her in his open arms.

“Branch!” she greeted him as she nuzzled his cheek with his own, enjoying the embrace he had her in.

“Poppy”, he chuckled in response.

“It’s so great to see you! How’ve you been these past week?” Has it been a week already since she saw him last? How did she manage to survive that long?

“It’s been fine”, he shrugged before leaning in closer so he could whisper into her ear, “I missed the presence of the only ray of sunshine I need in my life, though.”

Touched by his beautiful words, she put a heart on her chest before pecking his cheek. He was so romantic!

“So! What did you want to show me?”

“Actually,” he started as he guided her to a picnic mat that was already set, “I think we should eat first and leave the best part for the end.” He winked at her, “Wouldn’t want to work on an empty stomach!”

She just giggled before she complied, sitting down next to him.

Their little night picnic was simply delightful. They spent hours doing nothing but eating, sometimes feeding each other; flirting, laughing, and generally having a good time. Finally, just when the moon was highest in the sky and the lighting was just right, Branch took out his guitar from his hair and began to play. After a few notes, he soon accompanied the melody with his voice.

Tonight I want to give it all to you

In the darkness There's so much I want to do And tonight I want to lay it at your feet 'Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me

Poppy certainly didn’t know what to do, she was still getting used to the Rock trolls’ customs and norms, not to mention their music. So she wasn’t sure how to interpret Branch’s song. But the more she listened to the lyrics, the more she could understand it was somehow… Beautiful. Touching even.

I was made for lovin' you baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me

Despite his cool exterior, Branch was freaking out inside. What if Poppy was weirded out by his choice of song? What if she didn’t like it? He meant every word of it as he was composing it, his feelings for Poppy resurfacing at full force as he wrote down the words. But she was still a Pop troll, and their views on romance could be even more different than their views on music. He just hoped the song was getting through to her.

Tonight I want to see it in your eyes Feel the magic There's something that drives me wild And tonight we're gonna make it all come true 'Cause girl, you were made for me And girl I was made for you

As Branch kept singing, Poppy couldn’t help but grin widely at him. This song spoke about them! About how he truly felt about their relationship! Her boyfriend was really too wonderful for words. Without even realising it, as if under a spell, she slowly rose from her seat, getting closer to him with every step.

I was made for lovin' you baby You were made for lovin' me And I can't get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me

The moment he saw the smile on her face he knew he would do anything to see that expression on her face until his last day. She truly was too enchanting for words. But he was going to try and express how he felt through this song. Although he, himself, could barely keep the dopey smile off his face when she started getting closer to him. And the moment she started singing along? Hair, he was a goner.

I was made for lovin' you baby You were made for lovin' me And I can give it all to you baby Can you give it all to me

Oh, can't get enough, oh, oh I can't get enough, oh, oh I can't get enough Yeah, ha

I was made for lovin' you baby You were made for lovin' me

When the song finally ended and they looked into each other’s eyes they knew nothing needed to be said. As they leaned closer together, they sealed their feelings for each other with a kiss. They were truly made for loving each other.

#trolls #trolls world tour #twt #twt spoilers #trolls world tour spoilers #trolls fanfic #Rock! Branch AU #Poppy #Branch #Broppy #Rock! Branch

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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 5 years

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We know that jian yi will disappear for a couple of years and zhan welcomes him back sort of. but let's say if he tian disappears for 3 years then comes back what would mo reaction be? 🤔

Good evening, anon-san!

You posed an interesting question that made my Tianshan heart leap in joy. My answer will take a quick look at the canon chapters but also have headcanon-ish content based on them. You might also want to take a peek at my earlier answer in which I touched upon what I think their relationship is like in the Christmas specials.

We have already seen MGS’s reaction to HT coming back to him twice in canon. The first time was when HT had gone to his father’s place for a couple of days and suddenly showed up at MGS’s place dead on his feet (ch. 254):

The second time was in the Christmas specials when they were older (ch. 224 and 271):

In the Christmas chapters it wasn’t specified for how long HT had been gone, but since he had been abroad I guess it’s safe to assume MGS hadn’t seen him for quite a while.

Both of those times share some similarities. MGS doesn’t know where HT has been apart from getting hints it’s somewhere abroad or otherwise far away. If HT had kept in touch with him via texting or calling, I doubt he’s been more specific about his whereabouts. But MGS knows the kind of world HT is a part of, so he can probably guess what he’s up to.

HT also seems to show up out of the blue in both cases. Being this vague and unexpected about his comings and goings creates an effective barrier between MGS and HT’s world. MGS must remain a secret from the shady world, and HT is the gatekeeper and protector of his little haven. The similarity I love the most about these two occasions, however, is MGS’s comments about HT coming back. He sounds both surprised and also...dare I say, relieved? Again, he doesn’t know any specifics but he knows enough. And it’s also interesting how HT doesn’t reply to the “you’re back” comments but he doesn’t seem to ignore them either. Does it make him happy that MGS is showing some level of interest/concern/relief in him showing up instead of pushing him away? Does it make him feel like MGS has been thinking about him?

“if he tian disappears for 3 years then comes back what would mo reaction be?”

You didn’t specify if HT disappears without keeping in touch, but something tells me that’s how you meant this. So, I will go with the scenario of HT disappearing for three years without MGS hearing so much as a peep from him.

In the earlier canon cases mentioned above, MGS seems to regain his usual grumpy attitude towards HT quite soon after his initial surprise. The Christmas special especially suggests he’s somewhat used to HT popping up when he’s least expecting to see his face. Overall, it doesn’t seem like MGS minds it that much.

If HT was gone for three years, though, without any communication, I think he would cross MGS’s mind more and more frequently as time passed. When he’s taking a smoke break or before falling asleep, maybe thoughts pop into his head. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he safe? Is he hurt? Or dead? Will MGS ever hear from him again? But also, the more he thinks about it the more he doesn’t want to think about it. He wouldn’t want to admit it but maybe he’s checking his phone more often. Maybe there’s a growing uneasiness in the pit of his stomach that he’s trying hard to ignore by telling himself it’s none of his business and it’s just better if HT has stopped bugging him already.

At some point, he might even think HT stopped caring about him and forgot about him. And for reasons he doesn’t quite understand, the thought makes him angry, hurt, and disappointed. At least the bastard could be a man and tell him straight up he won’t come to bug MGS anymore.

Then, one late and cold autumn night, he’s coming home from a grueling double shift, ready to fall face first in bed, and suddenly HT is there, leaning on the railing at the top of the stairs and smoking a cigarette. Their eyes meet when HT hears heavy steps, and the bastard blows out the cigarette smoke and smirks at him like they hadn’t seen each for three goddamn years and MGS’s stupid brain hadn’t been worrying about him.

Given MGS’s tsundere nature and the way he reacted to HT coming back in ch. 224, I’d say he’s trying to mask his relief and worry behind anger and being annoyed. Well, it’s also true that worry and relief often come out as anger when it all unwinds. And he would probably want HT to explain himself even though he’s also telling himself his not HT’s damn girlfriend.

Anyway, a lot of different and conflicting feelings that had been buried deep for a long time suddenly rush to surface all at once. And he wants to admit none of them to HT or much less to himself.

MGS would probably try to angrily brush HT off and act nonchalant. As in: “Oh, you’re still alive? I guess nothing can kill bastards like you. Now, scram, I’m tired.” But at the same time, he’s scanning HT over but not being able to do so as discreetly as he would like to. I would bet money, he’s gripping something hard to keep from reaching out to physically check HT or just feel him to make sure he’s not dreaming.

A lot of MGS’s reaction would have to do with the shape HT was in. If he was visibly hurt or barely standing on his feet as he was in ch. 224, he would be more concerned and less angry/annoyed. He would just silently let him in and make a bed for him, even if it had been three years, and save the rant for the next morning. Either way, he would be silently relieved and worried.

As forever-trash for the hurt/comfort trope, though, I want to build it up a little. I’d imagine HT visibly tired but without any major physical injuries. Mainly just mentally and physically worn-out and weary. Laying his eyes on MGS gives him a momentary energy spike, but it’s also as if his mind is finally allowing itself to crash. MGS is saying something to him in an angry but not-quite-angry voice, but he can’t really catch up to the words. Leaning heavily against the wall he ignores MGS’s ranting and just asks if he can stay the night, slurring his words a bit. And that seems to shut him up.

In the end, it’s HT who ends up slumping face-first in MGS’s bed. Muttering something about rude bastards dirtying his home MGS takes off HT’s shoes and tugs and twists the limp body until he’s undressed the jacket and pants. HT’s bare skin feels cold when his hands occasionally brush it even though he tries really hard not to, and MGS wonders for how long the idiot had been waiting for him in the cold night. MGS ends up crashing on the couch that night.

The next morning, before MGS leaves for work, he leaves HT a note about eating the breakfast he prepared and getting the hell out. He’s half-expecting HT to be gone when he comes back home later that night, but the breakfast is untouched and HT is still sprawled in his bed. The first time he shows any signs of life is when MGS is reheating leftovers for dinner.

HT ends up staying for a few days, slowly charging his batteries and becoming increasingly annoying. MGS curses him for eating like a horse and takes full advantage of his thick wallet. This is the best he’s eaten for ages. Every night HT insists on sleeping in the same bed for warmth and each time MGS pushes him off him only to wake up a couple of hours later to HT’s arms wrapped around him. The whole time HT doesn’t leave the apartment nor does he speak a word about where’s been the past three years. And after a while, MGS stops asking about it.

One night HT is quieter than usual and doesn’t allow himself to be pushed away but stays glued to MGS the whole night. At some point, MGS falls asleep. The next morning HT is already up before MGS’s alarm goes off, and they have an unusually quiet and bicker-free breakfast together. Later that night when MGS comes back from work, the apartment is empty and there’s a stack of cash on the kitchen table. No note.

So, eh, yeah. That’s how I imagine MGS would react. Plus, half of a fic to go with it 😅

Thank you for your question, dear anon-san. I loved it!

#tianshan #19 days #he tian #mo guan shan #zhanyi #answered ask

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din0pants-blog · 5 years

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Guess ill be the first! Is it possible to get some nsfw headcanons and a scenario of their first time?

Firstly, I’d like to apologize for taking so obscenely long toget to this! That said, I was originally going to do both headcanonsand the scenario, but in the interest of getting this posted ASAP, Ionly did the scenario for now (don't worry though, I didn't rush it).However, if you still want the NS*FW headcanons, Anon, please feelfree to send another request asking for them and I will gladly get to them whenever I can!!!

Little bonus fact about this piece: I was originally planning onincluding Diego making a metaphor comparing his... naughty time withHot Pants to the Devil tempting her into a fall from Grace, but Icouldn't quite figure out how to make it fit, given the direction Itook this piece in, so ultimately, I dropped the idea. It'sadmittedly an interesting idea on paper, but I feel like Hot Pantswouldn't have taken too kindly to it anyway (especially in context),so it's just as well that I decided against the metaphor's inclusion.

Requested content is under the cut! 18+ readers only, please:

Many people have an idea of how they imagine their first time willbe, whether in general or with a specific person–an ideal scenario.Predictably, some end up setting their expectations quite high, butvery rarely are those ideals realized. However, even when someone'sfirst time having sex doesn't go according to plan, though some aredisappointed, others are very pleasantly surprised by the unexpectedturn the situation had taken.

However, neither Diego nor Hot Pantscould have been said to have any sort of ideal planned out for theirfirst time. The former had never thought of sex as something that wasworth idealizing, while the latter actively attempted to banish allsuch desires from her very being whenever they popped up and sorarely allowed herself to entertain thoughts about sex at all. Assuch, it makes the situation they currently find themselves in allthe more surprising, Hot Pants straddling Diego's lap, rolling herhips firmly against the slowly but surely growing erection beneathher. Her breaths come in short, quiet, and frustrated bursts, hereyes screwed shut as she focuses on getting Diego ready, but mainlyon her own pleasure.

“Are you having a hard time?”he asks.

“Hush.”

“You're getting nowhere fast.”

“Because you keepbreaking my focus.”

“You've never done this before,have you? Let me hel-”

“Shut up, Diego!”

He narrows his eyes and snorts in abestial sort of way. “If you want to be stubborn and strugglemeaninglessly, be my guest. But if you must insist on it, then I, onthe other hand, will be going to sleep. Who knows? You might manageto give me a nice wet dream,” he taunts.

Hot Pants' motions suddenly come to agrinding halt and she narrows her eyes at him in response. “... Youwouldn't.”

He shrugs nonchalantly as he getshimself comfortable, making sure his companion still has unencumberedaccess to his frontside. “Try me,” he says to her, shutting hiseyes in a casual display of defiance, truly prepared to make good onhis word. “I offered to help and you so carelessly refused myoffer. That's not myproblem.”

Clutching at the turtleneckcollar of his sweater, Hot Pants pulls herself closer, her face up inDiego's own, the tip of her nose pressing uncomfortably against his.“Listen, Brando,” she hisses. “It isyour problem. You startedthis. You deliberately riled me up and now you're telling me thatyou're going to sleep instead??? What do you want,dammit?! For the love of all that is holy, be straightforward withme!”

“What a ridiculous question,”Diego chides. “Isn't it obvious?”

“What did I just finish sayi-!!!”

His lips are on hers before she canfinish. It's not a particularly chaste kiss, but it's notparticularly passionate either. And then it's over. Hot Pants isdazed while Diego looks at her with the titillated gaze of an ancientpredator. “I wanted to rile you up, of course,” he tells her,finally answering her question properly. “Can't you feel it? Theracing of your heart? The flush of your skin? The roar of your blood?… The wetness between your legs?” Hot Pants blinks, but realizesthat he's right.

“It's thrilling, isn't it...?”he says quietly, grinning unnaturally wide, the points of sharp teethpeeking from past his lips and his split cheeks, though his featuresrevert to something recognizably and unalarmingly human withinseconds.

“... I'm not answering that.”

“Mm? Which question in specific?”

“All of them. I'm not answering anyof those questions.”

Reaching down to her clothed groin, herubs at her. Hot Pants quietly gasps out a, “Yes...”whimpering at Diego's tender touch. “A pity you won't tell meyourself. But your body betrays you, Hot Pants. It speaks the wordsyou refuse to say with your voice. I can feel it; you're hot andslick. I can smell it; it's earthy and sweet. I can see it. Oh, butyou're not even aware, are you? I've been keeping my hand perfectlystill. Mostly,” he tells her and she suddenly becomes all too awareof her hips rolling against the pads of the man's inviting fingers.She jerks to a halt, becoming self-conscious and he removes hisfingers from their spot, purposely running them against her sensitiveclit before resting both that hand—covered in her delectablescent—and the other on her hips. In her sudden stillness, her sexcradling Diego's own again, she takes notice of the fact that he'sfully erect now, his firm shaft undeniably pressing and throbbingexcitedly against her.

“Let me help you,” Diego repeats,staring her in the eyes, his voice low.

Hot Pants is silent now,but—reciprocating his stare—instead of speaking, she tugs atDiego's sweater, managing to remove it from his body with hisassistance. Working at her own clothing momentarily, just long enoughto expose her chest and torso to him, she works on unfastening thebelt securing his jodhpurs. She should feel indecent, she should feellike the filthy sinner she knows herself to be. But then... why doesher soul feel unaffected by the stain that plagues it? It's stillthere--this, she knows—but for the first time since her childhood,she feels untouchable, like the sin and the guilt can't haunther.

Sheseeks more of Diego's body, briefly runs her hands upon the strong,muscular planes. Her breathing comes and goes heavily. She's high onthis drug, on the peace and the lackadaisy she feels towards thatmistake, the iniquitythat has tormented her very being since the very moment it had beencommitted.

'More... I need...'

“Diego,I need more. Touch me...” she finally murmurs, pulling Diego'slower garments down as much as she can, exposing his cock—drippingfrom the tip with pre-ejaculate —to the chilly Autumn air. Diego'spupils narrow into slits again, Hot Pants' plea sending fire throughhis veins, making it all the more difficult for him to reject thecall of the wild that echoes within his skull. Tearing apart thecrotch of her leggings like thin paper, before she can gripe aboutit, he's lifting her by her hips and seating her on his lap, hislength penetrating her wholly and suddenly. Hot Pants immediatelytightens around him, letting out a startled cry, eyes wide, breathstaccato as she desperately plants her hands against his chest in aneffort to keep herself grounded in the midst of the shock of intenselightning pleasure that has struck her entire body and surges to herhead and through her limbs, causing her digits against his chest andin the dry, gritty soil to curl and her head to be filled with athick, Nirvanic fog.

Havingbarely given her time to adjust, Diego bucks into her from below. Hischeeks have split open again, a scaly patch forming beneath his lefteye. With clawed, blue-tinted saurian hands, he firmly grips herrear—the points of his ivory claws pricking dangerously into themeaty flesh—and guides her motions. She quickly comes to understandwhat he's asking of her and rolls her hips as he thrusts into herfrom below; her compliance earns her the reward of happy chitteringfrom Diego's throat.

He'slarge, easily filling her and stretching her. The heat of his bodyinside of her is enough to draw moans, sweet like honey, forth fromher lips. Every thrust up into her slick warmth resounds with a wet,carnal slap,slap,slap thatintermingles with her moans and sighs, with her trembling calls ofDiego's name.

“Die-g-go...I-I think I'm... OhGod...” Hot Pantsfeels somethingwinding tighter in her lower belly, growing hotter, tensing,twisting.“More... Faster, harder, anything!Please!” Diego eagerly complies, pistoning into her in earnest now.“I didn't mean by thatmuch!!” sheexclaims, crying out in pleasure. And yet, quickly, those wordlesscries become a chant of Diego's name, each repetition coming outhigher and higher-pitched until finally, her back involuntarilyarches forward and her head falls back. All at once, she feels theintense heat that had been building up inside of her bursting intoevery part of her body, her lungs are burning for air, her cuntthrobs around Diego's length, and the heavenly haze in her headintensifies. Amidst the simultaneous sensations that assault herhypersensitive body, she's faintly aware of an additional liquid heatpouring into her.

Asthough instinctively, Diego holds her close. Despite the wonderfulfeelings echoing within her and the exhaustion that urges her eyesclosed, she can't help but think that Diego's probably not entirelyaware of the unusually affectionate action he's performing. Beforeshe allows herself rest, she's all too aware that this feeling offreedom she's experiencing is going to disappear soon enough.

'Though... Even if it'sforbidden, I want to feel this again.'

Openingher eyes once more, she looks up at the now-slumbering Diego's facefor a short bit before closing them once more and, exhaling throughher nose, she makes herself comfortable and before settling intosleep herself, she asks God to forgive her.

#requests #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jjba part 7 #dinopants #diego brando #hot pants #jjba writing #steel ball run #ns*fw #anonymous

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ijenblue · 5 years

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Bucci Gang Fantasy! Headcanons

Abbachio - Arbiter

Arbiters balance in a world between life and death, never fully alive or dead. Void of any emotion, the arbiter's job is to judge the lives of the dead to determine whether they are worthy of reincarnation. Souls not worthy are sent to a sort of purgatory to wander forever incomplete.

Abbacchio takes his job very seriously. He makes no mistakes in the name of the greater good and is considered one of the top arbiters in the business.

He often feels disconnected from his clients, he is sent the worst of the world to unleash judgment upon. How could he sympathize with such evil, pitiful creatures? That was until you came along, disrupting his work as always.

You were a new arbiter working under him to get into the dirtiest part of the job. Though you had specifically requested for the worst part of the department, you always had a smile and an unusually happy air about you. Your presence was almost completely intruding to Abbacchio, but soon he grew to like hearing laughter after millennia of screams and pleads of the damned.

You worked together until that fateful day, the day you had come to a disagreement.

The client was a young woman, not too far from your age. She had murder written all over her tape but reading into the thick of her personality you found that she had taken the life of a doctor that had sexually abused her daughter. Abbacchio wanted to damn her for her crimes because the doctor was very esteemed and had plenty of miracle procedures that saved tons of lives, but you knew she was just in her actions. After an argument, Abbacchio had the final say in damning her not to purgatory, but to hell.

After that day you could never forgive him, and now he works alone in his suffocating walls drenched in death, with no laughter to hear. For all eternity.

Bruno - Seraphim

Seraphim are the highest order of Angels, the ones closest to the Throne of God. They spend most of their day signing in the choir to honor his radiance. They are beings that give their hearts completely to God.

Bruno always struggled with this, It was in his divine blood that he loves God with all his heart for that was the true path of radiance, His God could never lead him astray. But in his heart, he felt that there was room for someone else.

You were of the lowest order of Angels. The closest divine being to that of humans. Rank or no rank, you were one of the most beautiful beings Bruno had ever laid eyes on. He’d see you fluttering in your own dreams outside the Throne room window, and now every day he sings louder in hopes you’ll hear his voice and the love it held for you from afar. And one day, you noticed.

You fluttered over to one of the open windows and leaned against the pane as you listened to the especially beautiful performance the choir was putting on. You briefly met eyes with Bruno but once you did, you knew the source of the emotion behind the choir was coming from him. You blushed and listened as his voice drifted you to an unknown place of complete serenity, even more so than the Heaven you call home.

You started meeting every night at a tree near your home. He would sing to you while you lay in his lap and dream. When he asked you what you dreamed about, he was surprised to hear that most of your dreams revolved around the human you were assigned to guide. You had been intrigued by her recent developments in love. ‘Love’ is a completely human concept so the idea infatuated both you and Bruno, and you wanted to try out this ‘love’ thing with him.

But Angels are beings created with pure reason. Love comes from the monster tendencies of desire deep within the human psyche. It was what separated the divine from the mundane.

People had noticed the relationship between the Seraphim and the lowly Angel and talk was getting around. Soon word had reached the ears of the absolute God that one of his Seraphim had become tainted with human ideals brought to him by a guardian angel. Both you and Bruno were brought before God for a fair trial. Bruno begged that your life in heaven be spared. He said that he was the one tainted, not the angel called you.

In the end, there was no hope for either of you. God deemed that you both be cast out of Heaven. You were both Fallen Angels now. God had spared Bruno by allowing him to stay by your side as you fell for an eternity. And now you are in each other's arms forever, falling into an abyss but still falling together.

Fugo - Wendigo (fairy/ human) Mage

A/n: Fugo’s race intentionally left sorta ambiguous and confusing because the creature he is based on is also sorta ambiguous and confusing. Fugo is based on Elias Ainsworth from a great anime/manga called The Ancient Magus’ Bride.

Fugo has never met another of his kind and that is because his very existence was an abomination. He wasn’t sure what he was, even after talking to the Fairy King who had an expansive knowledge of the world and its creatures, he still had no clue. Fugo had just popped into existence, he had no memory of who he was or where he came from, all he knew was that he needed to FEED.

After centuries of walking the earth alone, he found a nice groove to settle in and called it home. Now Fugo spends his days learning about the magic the world kept a secret. He was lonely, but content in his world of books. But soon, his life would change forever.

You had been a wandering magician in search of knowledge from the ancient world. You had only ever heard of Fugo from the priests of the local village. Since he was of good temperament (most times) you made the daring decision to knock on the fairy-human hybrids home and offered him something he could never turn down.

You had seen his kind before and so in exchange for copies of his expansive scrolls detailing spells long forgotten, you told him about his race and just how cursed the poor boy was.

He invited you to stay in his home where you would copy the scrolls you wanted/needed together while telling him stories of the only other Wendigo you had met. Fugo only noticed he started falling for you after he found himself staring a little too long at your sleeping form near the desk. You had spent all night and day copying scrolls so you could be out of his hair quickly. but Fugo found himself wanting you to stay.

It was then he made his desperate attempt to cross that barrier. He wanted to court you, make you his wife. But there was one fatal difference between the two of you that made you reluctant: He was immortal.

On the day you finished copying scrolls, he decided to light the scrolls on fire in front of you and declare his burning desire for you. You had been mad, you spent hours copying those damned scrolls! But once he asked for your hand in marriage with an offer of access to libraries that were now yours to keep and explore, you couldn’t turn him down. You were in love with the ancient mage and you weren’t gonna let some silly immortality stop you from loving him for the rest of your life.

So you lived together in the grove for the rest of your existence. You quickly grew old in front of Fugo’s eyes, but he wouldn’t trade you for the world. You spent every breath by Fugo’s side. And after you died, he took no other wife for he knew nobody could truly love an abomination like him but you.

Giorno - Fairy King

The Fairy King is considered one of the most ancient beings to have walked this earth. He is able to cross the boundary between the human realm and the fairy realm. He is tasked with protecting all Fae and the forests of the human realm. But lately, it seemed the humans had been forgetting about his existence and were threatening the forests of the world.

Giorno was a free spirit in the land of the Fae. He often held parties where fae would dance for years, and the wine was the best across all dimensions! He was proud of his kingdom and it’s people, but something always bothered him in the back of his mind, and that was the existence of humans and their wasteful, destructive tendencies.

One day when he was wandering the wood that protected the portal between the human and fairy realm, he stumbled upon a crying girl. He didn’t want to comfort her because she probably was just as destructive as every other human, but he couldn’t get the sounds of her crying to leave his mind. The poor girl hadn’t done anything wrong to him or his forests, so why should he rob her of his goodwill?

So he sat next to her, after applying a glamour of course! He sat next to her and reluctantly pushed her tiny human head onto his shoulder, so she knew she wasn’t alone. She turned to look up to the King and Giorno found himself blushing at her beauty. It was unparalleled to any fairy or human he had ever seen. The girl seemed to glow with Mother Nature’s blessing. Finally, he asked her what had her crying, and she told him.

“Humans are vile, evil little things. They do nothing but destroy the lives of the weak. I wish I could leave this place, there is nothing here for me Mr. Fairy boy.”

He was surprised that you had seen through his glamour. Humans had long since forgotten the art of magic so how could she tell he was using a glamour as a fairy? That was the first and last time you had seen each other for a while, but before you left you had promised him that you would thank him for his kindness. Giorno didn’t know what that meant, but he waited every day for the troubled girl to return to the forest.

Then one day, he felt her presence enter the trees, so he quickly exited the portal to meet her in the wood. The troubled girl was older now, she had a fuller body and eyes that were determined to achieve something. When he asked how she had been, she replied with a simple “I’m ready to leave my human life behind.” Which shocked Giorno. She handed him a paper and from reading it he gathered that she had spent a lot of money on buying the plot of land this forest rested on. Nobody was ever going to hurt it, she assured him.

Giorno had taken her right then, a human with a heart huge enough to work her entire life to buy just this one forest? Did she not know there were plenty of others? Either way, he found it cute. He allowed you to walk into the fairy world where you soon married him and became his Queen. After eating fairy food and drinking the fine wine and dancing for years with Giorno, you had become a fairy. You settled down, had fairy children, and now you spend the rest of your immortality together, frolicking in the forest you purchased when you were human.

Mista - Ifrit

The Ifrit are evil spirits close to the likes of a demon, but not all Ifrit are evil. Some Ifrit are just trying to make a goddamn living following the orders of whoever was above them. That was the case of Guido Mista, a benevolent Ifrit who just wants a simple life but is in a current money crisis.

Ifrit can be summoned, similar to demons, so they kinda just take turns being summoned by kids with Ouija boards and fuck around with them. Well, most Ifrit terrorize the kids for their mistake but Guido Mista just likes to fuck with them.

This was Mista’s 100th time being summoned so he was very excited to see the lucky human he would get to play pranks on. Then he ran into you, who made his life a living hell sometimes. He felt like you were more fit for the role of Ifrit than he ever was!

You summoned him once and scared him away with your obsession of evil artifacts and such that he was sure were just rumors spread by other assholes to make the humans fear them more. But you somehow figured out a way to summon him again and now you were basically his only client.

He grew to really adore you though. He liked the fact that a human could be so brave and evil, he found it extremely attractive how you would dare hit him for staring at your chest too long. He never did anything back though because he knew humans were fragile and he didn’t want to hurt you.

One day, you approached him with a...what is this a love note? You confessed that you had been slowly falling in love with him, even though he was your only friend and you didn’t really know what love meant. All you knew was that you really liked having the Ifrit around and you didn’t want him to leave anytime soon. Mista was ecstatic to hear this because he had returned the sentiments. Yeah, you were very weird for a human, but he came to like that the most about you. He didn’t care that your lives would be a bit unconventional (It’s not like he gets to meet your parents because the horns would probably be a major distraction) but he didn’t mind as long as you didn’t.

So now you guys live together like a typical husband-wife scenario except your husband was a demon and your life seemed to be turning into a strange slice-of-life anime.

P.S: When you tell Mista you’re pregnant and find out the Baby is due on April 4th, he is thoroughly convinced that he just fathered the anti-christ.

Narancia - Nine tales

Nine-tailed foxes are well known to take the form of beautiful women in order to seduce men to eat them. But Narancia doesn’t really like the way human bones poke at his jaws whenever he finds prey to feed on, so he settles with non-human substitutes like rabbits or cows. They were easy to catch anyway.

You were a Nine-Tails too, so you found Narancia’s habit of not eating humans very peculiar. You had been friends for a while, and you couldn’t say you spent most of your time with anyone else but Narancia, and that was because you were an outcast.

Outcast are virtually invisible to other Nine-tailed foxes. They liked to treat you like you weren’t even there so hardly anybody spoke to you. Whenever you were hunting, other foxes would be quick to point out your true nature to your prey, leaving you without food for the week. To them, you were better off dead. But to Narancia, you were his everything without even knowing. That’s why he was always the one to bring you food after another dry hunt, sure it was rabbit and cow, but it was better than nothing.

Soon, Narancia began to grow tired of being ‘just friends’. The other foxes had started to brand him as an outcast for talking to you, not that he minded. But he needed to know that his feelings were reciprocated and that he wasn’t risking his tribe for somebody who was going to leave him alone. He would surely die if he was an outcast, but with you, he knew he could survive. As long as he had you, he would take on anything the world threw at him.

When he approached you with his offer, you had beamed at him and accepted his proposal. He had been with you since you had been outcasted and you couldn’t thank him enough for the plenty of times he saved you, gave you food to eat and a roof over your head. Then the other foxes had to come and ruin the moment...

The chief was with them, smirking at the ‘pathetic’ display the two of you had put on. The chief of your clan stated that though Narancia was one of his most trusted soldiers, he would be branded an outcast for having relations with one. He simply smiled at you and brought you in for a kiss, like a seal of marriage. He declared you his with no hesitation and swept you off your feet to lead you elsewhere, where the two of you could love each other undisturbed.

Soon, you gave birth to a litter of three and made Narancia the happiest fox in the world! Together you lived in a burrow along a perfect meadow where hardly anyone, fox or human, disturbed the land.

#bruno bucciarati #leone abbacchio #pannacotta fugo #giorno giovanna #guido mista #narancia ghirga #bucci gang #jojo part 5 #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #sfw #headcanon

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hanalwayssolo · 6 years

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My Attendance Is Bad, But My Intentions Are Good

A/N: My last piece is for day 2 of @glaiveweek! Permission to write my Kingsglaive babies having a happy time. Written in Crowe’s POV, because. My girl. Deserved. Better. :) Inspired by the entire team dynamic in Brooklyn Nine Nine (I want to explain this further but gosh I think it merits a different post) and governed by most of my headcanons with these cuties (again, to be explained probablyyyy on a separate post), so please expect lots of crack, shenanigans, a truckload of pop culture references, etc.

Ahhh and tagging some folks again: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @cupnoodle-queen @theyearofdiamonddogs @nifwrites @themissimmortal

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Glaives, we have a situation.

Crowe was still awake in the comfort of her bed when she caught Nyx’s message in the Glaive group chat—one that Tredd renamed lil fuckaz for the heck of it earlier—and she followed the trail of messages that popped in her phone screen.

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM I know you guys won’t believe this but

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM Check the captain’s calendar

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM and get this: he’s free tomorrow

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM AND HE’S NEVER FREE

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM And then I remembered

Nyx Ulric 3:02 AM WHY OF COURSE

Luche Lazarus 3:03 AM yes nyx we know it’s the captain’s bday tomorrow

Crowe smiled at Nyx’s overeager message thread; knowing Nyx, she immediately assumed her good lad of a friend was somewhere in downtown Insomnia, drinking his stress away. Also, she didn’t expect Luche to be awake at this hour. In any case, something about this conversation confused her. Apart from Nyx’s rowdy chat etiquette—which she was fairly used to—what bugged Crowe was her memory of things: she clearly remembered getting partied out a couple of nights back thanks to Drautos’s birthday party hosted by no less than the Glaive’s personally-dubbed veteran party animal, Clarus Amicitia.

There was a brief minute of pause in the group chat commotion, and then:

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Nobody asked you Luche stfu

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Anyway. As I was saying.

Nyx Ulric 3:03 AM Yes, it’s the captain’s birthday tomorrow

Luche Lazarus 3:04 AM i’m willing to bet my ass you’re planning an outrageous surprise party

Nyx Ulric 3:04 AM You can bet your pasty ass i will and WE SHALL DO IT

Before Crowe could even chime in, Pelna already butted in the conversation, and started wrecking his own havoc:

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM count me the fuck in

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM i’ll buy the cake

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM clarus didn’t let me buy the book cake last Year :(

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM *boob

Pelna Khara 3:05 AM ***boobs

Pelna Khara 3:06 AM had to correct that so y’all know the cake was shaped as a pair of boobs not just one

Of course, where there was trouble, Crowe already thought that Tredd was close by, raring to add to this steaming pile of shenanigans.

And when Crowe saw his name pop into her screen, she grinned. When it came to her personal assessment of her friends, Crowe was always right.

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM lmao

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM i’ll go buy the booze my fam

Tredd Furia 3:06 AM also is it just me or nyx is using punctuation marks or am i just 2 high

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Fuck you Tredd

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM I was trying to drive a point

Pelna Khara 3:07 AM nah tredd just too high i can secondhand smoke your joint even from here

Tredd Furia 3:07 AM fuck u pelna :) :) :)

Nyx Ulric 3:07 AM Anyway thanks guys, we’ll do this in briefing room A

Luche Lazarus 3:08 AM i didn’t agree to the alcohol losers but whatever

Nyx Ulric 3:09 AM u scared daddy’s gonna dish out some disciplinary action, leader? ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:09 AM fuck u

Axis Arra 3:10 AM i can’t believe tredd woke me up for this shit

Nyx Ulric 3:10 AM And Crowe, I know you’re awake I can see your tiny bubble just lurking in this convo

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM wow axis just responded to a group chat conversation

Pelna Khara 3:11 AM blessed be the stars

Tredd Furia 3:11 AM this surprise party’s gonna be litttttt af

Nyx Ulric 3:12 AM hi there axis you and sonitus take care of the food

Axis Arra 3:13 AM ok

While the conversation rolled along, Crowe still had this nagging feeling that the entire arrangement was too… odd. Luche easily joining this nonsense was already out of the ordinary, but Axis—quiet and soft-spoken Axis Arra—replying to this mess and just agreed to help organize this shitstorm? Crowe had seen her friends do strange things, but this one weirdly made her queasy. Not to mention, they have been acting rather funny around her these past couple of days. She stared at her phone screen, trying to rake her thoughts on that last party. She was definitely sure that party happened. She could still taste the acrid smoke from that sordid bar, and she could still remember hooking up with that heavily tattooed man whose name was the only thing that she lost in her nebulous memory.

Just when Crowe was about to protest for a clarification, another message arrived from Nyx:

Nyx Ulric 3:15 AM btw where tf is Libertus at

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM Poor Libertus Ostium, he is missing action

Luche Lazarus 3:15 AM So now I’m facing Nyx Ulric with his own faction

Pelna Khara 3:16 AM he’s very attractive in the north, Lucians like his chances

Tredd Furia 3:16 AM he’s not very forthcoming on any particular chances

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Gdi you all have been making hamilton references for a MONTH

Nyx Ulric 3:17 AM Can we get back to the task at hand please

Crowe sighed in exasperation as she scrolled away to more chunks of messages. Before the chat group could spiral into a new brand of trouble and out of its original topic, she finally managed to type her response:

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM libertus ran an errand with the crown prince’s advisor glasses boy

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM anyway

Nyx Ulric 3:19 AM THERE’S OUR FAVORITE MAGE

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hi crowe moon of our lives

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM our khaleesi is here

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM you guys are fucking idiots

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM ANYWAY wasn’t the captain’s birthday three days ago???

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM pelna you even posted photos on your instagram acct

Crowe Altius 3:18 AM With the caption “today the Big D was born let us rejoice”

Crowe sat up on her bed and waited for a reply, but she later realized that she just unleashed a treasure trove of disaster with her last statement:

Pelna Khara 3:19 AM hey u gotta love that caption

Tredd Furia 3:19 AM and u gotta love the Big D

Nyx Ulric 3:20 AM i know luche does ;)

Luche Lazarus 3:20 AM haha very funny nyx

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM hahahahahahaha nyx gdi i choked on my fucking beer

Pelna Khara 3:22 AM that was some mighty fine dish that got served

Luche Lazarus 3:22 AM u sure u didn’t choke on some big d tredd :)

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM nope. but hey luche

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM ur ass is grass

Tredd Furia 3:22 AM and imma mow it

Axis Arra 3:23 AM eyyyy

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM LMAO OK SEXUAL TENSION ASIDE

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM Relax you guys

Nyx Ulric 3:23 AM I know we all love our big captain drautos so much

Crowe Altius 3:24 CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTION YOU BAGS OF HELPLESS DICKS

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM as you wish khaleesi forgive our brethren

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM to answer your question: yes, but that party was from the higher ups

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM his actual birthday is tomorrow

Pelna Khara 3:24 AM crowe my sun and stars trust me on this

Luche Lazarus 3:25 AM i can confirm pelna’s statements

Tredd Furia 3:25 AM same

Axis Arra 3:25 AM ^^^

Sonitus Bellum 3:25 AM hi

Nyx Ulric 3:25 AM i confirm pelna’s statements as well

As well? Nyx hated attaching that in any phrase, Crowe remembered, for reasons beyond her. Despite the group’s typical rascally response, Crowe still felt skeptical about the whole affair. With reservation, she decided to give her overthinking head a rest and get along with their shady plan.

She quickly thumbed another message:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM fine whatever

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM count me in

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM anything i need to do nyx?

She chewed on her lip, praying to the gods that she won’t be assigned with something out of her comfort zone, so she added:

Crowe Altius 3:28 AM and by anything, i mean anything except talking to the other commanding officers and anyone from the lucian council pls

Crowe particularly had a severe dislike talking with her other superiors, specifically Cor, Clarus, and even King Regis himself, after saying something completely inappropriate at a Kingsglaive gala two years prior. After that embarrassment, she sealed everyone outside of her Glaive circle for self-preservation.

The sudden inactivity in the chat group made Crowe want to throw another message for good measure, until Luche broke the momentary radio silence:

Luche Lazarus 3:33 AM more booze

Crowe Altius 3:34 AM right

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM You’re the best, thanks

Nyx Ulric 3:35 AM Let’s all meet tomorrow at 2pm sharp

Nyx Ulric 3:36 AM I’ll try to stall the captain to give us time for prep

Crowe sank back to her sheets and turned off her phone so she could finally get some decent shut eye without the distraction from the Glaive chat group. She stared at the ceiling, trying to quell the unusual excitement that bubbled up in her chest, until it was brutally ambushed by a feeling that often creeped up on her whenever she started to enjoy any form of happiness.

On occasions such as these, Crowe wondered how celebrating birthdays would feel like. It was not as if she wanted to keep her birthday from everyone else—she just never knew what her actual birth date was. Having brought up as an orphan, she had figured that birthdays were only afforded to people living with their biological parents. Or people with legitimate paperwork. She had neither the luxury of those things. Sometimes, she would look at herself in the mirror, study her face, and scrutinize her chocolate brown hair, her brown eyes, and the angular structure of her cheekbones. Crowe thought that maybe, this was how her mother would have looked like, or her father...

Crowe groaned in disdain. She didn’t need the pity party at this ungodly time. She pulled the sheets over her head as she promptly derailed the depressing train of thought, pressed her eyes shut, and forced herself to sleep.

Crowe did as she was told and brought additional liquor with her on her way to the Kingsglaive HQ. She was pretty certain that alcoholic drinks were prohibited around the Citadel premises, but no one seemed to have caught her, so she just casually marched on toward the hallway. She rounded into a corner, where she saw Nyx standing by the doorway leading to the briefing room, holding his phone close to his ear.

When he saw Crowe approaching, he tucked his phone in his jacket. Nyx nervously beamed, “Hey there!”

Crowe raised an eyebrow out of suspicion. “What are you doing outside? Where are the others?”

Nyx answered, “Well, actually, they’re on their way but Captain Drautos is already coming in any minute—“

“Weren’t you supposed to be the one to keep him occupied?” Crowe asked, narrowing her eyes at Nyx. She had a bad feeling about this.

Nyx held her by the shoulders. “Yes, but change of plans. Look, can you please help holding off on the Captain for a while—“

Crowe instantly shrugged his hands off. “Nope.”

“Please?”

“Not interested.”

“With a cherry on top?”

“Gods, Nyx—you had one job.”

“Alright, fine,” Nyx ceased making any further effort, raising both his hands in casual surrender.

That was surprisingly easy, Crowe thought. If anything, Nyx was persistent, but this...

She let it slide. Crowe rolled her eyes and sauntered past Nyx. She opened the door and—

“Surprise!”

The confetti exploded from the party poppers in myriad of colors, together with the booming voices of the rest of the Glaives. The entire open space of the briefing room was filled with familiar faces—Libertus, Pelna, and Tredd each had a Li’l Malbuddy balloon in their hands, while Axis, Sonitus, and Luche carried a Li’l Malbuddy plush toy. The walls were decorated with scarlet-colored streamers and rows of gold letter balloons.

It took a while for Crowe to register that the balloons spelled a Happy Birthday Crowe! which totally did not make sense to her at all.

“Wait, what’s going on? I thought—guys, is this a fucking prank?” She bewilderedly trailed off. She was about to lash out until she saw Captain Drautos walking towards her, which even added more confusion to this entire event. “Captain?”

Drautos shook his head and addressed the Glaives. “You fools, I told you she wouldn’t get it if I didn’t give this to her first,” he casually smacked Nyx at the back of the head. They all burst out laughing. “Anyway, it’s because of this—“

The captain handed a brown envelope to Crowe, which she flipped open. Inside was a record, a file with her full name and her… birthdate.

Crowe gasped and croaked out the words in disbelief. “Wait, today’s… my birthday?”

“We found your records with Clarus’s help,” Drautos explained. “I regret ever mentioning it to Nyx as soon as I found out—the word spread like wildfire among your peers. It was a surprise that you didn’t find it out, with Nyx being a loudmouthed idiot. Anyway, the Glaives thought of throwing you a surprise party since you’ve never celebrated your birthday with us before—or uh, I’m sorry, I mean, it’s not that you didn’t want—“

“It’s fine, sir,” Crowe stared at the file she was holding. There it was, written in permanent ink: full details of her birthplace and birthdate. It didn’t disclose any info on her biological parents, but Crowe couldn’t care less. She read and reread, helplessly trying to wrap her head around all of this, until all she could say was: “Thank you. Really, guys, thank you—but wait. That thing in the chat was…”

“That was actually Nyx about to spill the beans with his drunken little mouth,” Pelna admitted, stepping closer with the Li’l Malbuddy balloon hovering above his head. The rest of the Glaives followed, gathering around Crowe. Pelna continued, “I was with him so I had to punch him right in the mouth for being dumb. We had a different chat group specifically for Operation Crowe. We humbly thank the gods that Luche was just smooth enough to save that conversation and we all had to improvise to throw you off the scent.”

“Well, someone had to keep you guys in check so you’re welcome,” Luche smugly added. “And by the way, you gotta thank the crown prince’s advisor for this merch. He tipped us off on where to find these.” Luche, Axis, and Sonitus rewarded Crowe with the Li’l Malbuddy plushies.

“You guys were… all together in this?” Crowe asked, and strangely enough, she was genuinely touched by the idea that everyone joined for this effort. She wanted to squeeze everyone into a hug and beat them all up for giving her feelings.

“Of course—everything for our little sister,” Nyx grinned, slinging an arm around Crowe’s shoulders.

“Don’t make me claw your eyes out,” Crowe said, elbowing him on his side that Nyx winced in pain.

“Whatever. Happy birthday, munchkin,” Nyx hugged Crowe. With the thought finally sinking in, tears of utmost happiness began to threaten her eyes. She wanted to punch herself in the face for wanting to cry.

Crowe looked curiously at Nyx, still controlling herself with her happy tears. “So is this why you guys have been acting weird for the past days?”

“See, I told you guys she’ll notice,” Libertus remarked. “Now, give her the damn cake before she starts crying!”

“I’m not crying! There’s just, I don’t know, a rock in my eye...” Crowe sniffed, and the rest of the crew laughed.

Libertus playfully shoved Nyx away from Crowe and wrapped her into a big bear hug. “Happy birthday, Crowe.”

“Thank you guys so much,” Crowe said with a teary-eyed smile on her face.

Roaring fits of laughter bellowed around the room when Pelna finally brought out a ghastly dick-shaped cake with a candle sitting at its tip.

Tredd announced, “So I know Pelna promised a boob cake, but Luche wanted the D—“

“It was the only cake available, asshat—“ Luche interrupted with a sneer. Everyone was still laughing at the atrocity of the confection in front of them.

“Sorry Luche, the D’s not for you,” Pelna teased. “Give this one a blow, baby girl.”

“Oh my god, I hate all of you!” Crowe laughed and cried. When it came to the business of brewing the finest hilarity and crazy antics, Crowe couldn’t trust anyone else aside from her comrades.

Everyone joined in and sang her an equally cheery and drunken happy birthday. And on occasions like these, Crowe found it difficult to permit herself to relish the happiness. But in the company of the people Crowe now considered as family, she finally did—and there was no place in Eos that she would rather be.

#glaiveweek #kingsglaive #final fantasy xv #ffxv #crowe altius #my writing

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daisiesanddanganronpaimagines · 6 years

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Could I maybe get hcs for Hinata with an s/o who participated in the killing games from the first game and Side: Future from the anime? Thank you so much, and I love your blog!

I can’t really write for the anime, but I can write for the first!

So, that’s what I’ll do!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of Death under the cut!

Headcanons for Hinata with an S/O that participated in the Killing School Life:

They met before the island, in school.

S/O was the Ultimate Empath, but he’d known them long before that.

They were childhood friends, who’s parents were best friends.

While S/O went to Hope’s Peak for significantly less cost than he did, he’d gone just to be with them still.

They had a couple classes together, S/O had specifically requested that.

They’d gotten together a year before Hope’s Peak.

At first, S/O’s thrilled to be there, not quite sure how they were brought there.

But, they were with their boyfriend who - presumably - didn’t remember anything from the Tragedy.

Or…whom he had become.

Good. This was good.

S/O didn’t want those memories to come back anyway.

For a moment, all is good.

They flinch when Monomi appears - beginning to shake.

He stands by them, overcome with the urge to protect them.

Even without looking, he can tell most everyone else feels the same - to a lesser degree.

They hug him tightly, and he leans down.

“What’s got you so worked up, S/O?”

They shake their head, unusually tight lipped.

“I can’t….I can’t tell you.”

Monomi assures them that they’re on this trip to have a “heart throbbing field trip.”

Everyone else agrees to this hesitantly, but S/O’s determined that something will go wrong.

It’s this gut feeling, this dreadful ache.

Hajime’s just about to join them, but S/O grabs onto his arm.

He looks back at them quizzically, but they just shake their head.

Quietly, they say; “Stay with me. No, stay close to me. Something- Something’s going to happen - and I can’t….I can’t lose you, okay?”

Hajime nods, and they just stand there, hand in hand on the beach.

After a moment, the sky darkens. Just a moment of endless peace.

They both turn to the screen, as if on insinct.

“Ahem! Testing, testing!”

S/O’s eyes go wide, and they begin to shake, releasing Hajime’s hand as they fall to the ground.

They curl up, tucking into themselves as if they can hide.

No, no, no, no, no!

No! Not that voice.

Not to Hajime.

Not to anyone else.

They stand up on shaky legs and go to the park on the central island.

“Please god..please just let this be some silly prank.”

Once they get there, S/O’s shaking as they look around.

16 students, scattered in an enclosed space.

And then he’s there.

Monokuma.

He pops up, laughing hysterically.

They scream, and fall to the ground, scrambling backwards.

S/O’s shaking, mumbling “no, no, nononono, no nono, nono, no” over and over, as if they’ll ward him away by just saying no.

No one can figure out why they’re having such an extreme reaction of terror.

Until they do.

Monokuma explains the rules, and the killing game.

They start to go into a nervous breakdown, sobbing and sobbing.

Monomi looks at them with intense worry, and then decides to proclaim that she will, protect them.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop saying that!”

Monomi shrinks away. “Wha-what? W-w-why?”

“Because!” S/O screams, “I said the same thing! And - and….”

“And then they let everyone die!” Monokuma chimes in.

S/O’s struck silent, surrounded by such mind-numbing despair that Hajime knows that this is serious.

Soon enough, Monokuma leaves, and they’re left with silence.

Silence and S/O’s echoing sobs.

S/O holds out for a while, but their time comes.

Of course, after the first night, they pull themselves together and slap a bright smile on their face, gently encouraging everyone and telling them that they can do it!

Often, they hang out with Mahiru and Hiyoko, passing pieces of their wisdom on to the two.

And they can hold their own in class trial.

They walk through it with ease, almost as if they’ve done all of this before.

But, he can see what each murder is doing to them, even as they keep encouraging everyone.

He can see what the loss of Mahiru and Hiyoko did to them. The loss of Mikan and Peko, and of Nekomaru, and Ibuki, and everyone else.

Their care leads them to their death.

He finds this out at the 4th class trial - the one for Mechamaru.

Gundam confesses that he’d set up that elaborate ruse, but he was not the one who killed Nekomaru.

With that claim came the question: who did it?

They don’t wait long for that answer.

“I did.”

Everyone turns to S/O, who looks so incredibly in pain that they almost can’t bear to witness it.

“You…what? S/O…?”

“You see, I saw Gundham and Mechamaru fighting. And those two…they weren’t cold blooded. No, they knew what was at stake. Gundham didn’t sneak up on him at all. One of his Four Dark Devas did. And then…just as he was going to hang Mechamaru, I stepped in and offered to do it. He asked me why…but….I have to protect you guys. Even if it costs me my life…I have to. So, please. Please, I don’t care what you know - or what one of you found out. Let this be the last trial. For my sake.”

“You can’t prove that, S/O! How do we know that Gundham’s not forcing you to lie!?” Kazuichi shouts.

Nagito stands in silence, simply staring at S/O as they stare back. Finally, they break the eye contact and look over to Kazuichi.

They smile at him. “You have the evidence. Piece it together.”

Numbly, he lays the evidence out.

They can’t believe it, but they’ve no choice.

They vote for S/O.

“Ding, ding, ding! Good job! The one that killed Mechamaru was S/O!”

They smiled at everyone in pain, hugging them and saying their final farewells.

Little did Hajime know that he’d go through much the same pain in the next trial.

All because someone couldn’t honor S/O’s wish.

#dangan ronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #sdr2 imagines #hinata hajime #hajime hinata #spoilers?#yes #angst #tw: death #i love this s/o #headcanon #imagine #anon

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mostclevermiss · 7 years

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A (somewhat) Relaxing Day

For this year’s fic/art exchange: a headcanon for @artemai-draws Her request: a headcanon with Danny and Tucker being happy

It was Saturday morning in Amity Park and that could only mean one thing for the halfa and the tech-geek: relaxing day.

Usually Sam was with them as well, but she had been dragged to an out-of-town event by her parents - which left the two boys alone to enjoy their well-deserved rest. The new tradition started shortly after ghost-hunting and school started to over-drain the trio, leaving maybe two seconds for relaxing if they weren’t particularly busy; the teenagers foresaw that they wouldn’t be able to go on like that for long and decided that henceforth, all Saturdays would be for relaxation and chilling-out only - only breaking the pattern when absolutely necessary or unavoidable. No ghost-fighting; no homework; no studying; no embarrassing family activities; no worries.

Perfect.

Tucker showed up at Danny’s door with a backpack full of their favorite video-games and consoles and half their weight in junk food in his arms. The geek grinned mischievously over the mountain of greasy food at his friend. “Who’s ready for fun, fast-food, and far-too-violent video games?” Danny Fenton stepped aside to let Tucker into the unusually silent house, satisfied with his work. “Parents left for an out-of-town convention, Jazz is in the library studying, and the Fenton Portal has been temporarily shut down. Everything two teenage boys could ever require for a “chillaxing” day has been placed in my bedroom.“ The halfa listed as he closed the door behind his friend. His eyes glowed a mischievous green. "Last one to my room cleans the mess afterwards!” He claimed before going ghost and flying at top speed to his room, eliciting an indignant “hey!” from Tucker.

The fun had officially begun.

The next few hours went by in a vicious cycle consisting of “eat, play, chill”. Eat, play, chill. Eat, play, chill. Repeat until you have a pair of teenagers with stomachache, red eyes from the screen light, and no energy or motivation to do anything, choosing to look at the ceiling and talk instead. “I can’t feel my stomach or my legs or my thumbs, dude.” Tucker groaned. A rumble from his stomach protested that statement. “Actually…never mind that - pass me the fries.” Danny reached for their (tenth? eleventh?) package of fries and handed it to his friend, who sighed contently. “Nothing says "relax” quite like unhealthy food and video games full of mindless violence.“ "Agreed.” Danny said, hands folded back and cradling his head. “Especially when there are no ghost-weapons hitting me.” He laughed, his hand absently reaching to touch that specific spot on his head where the BOO-merang had hit him several times. “Or bullies.” “Or Vlad.” “Or ghosts.” “Or my parents.”

Silence ruled for a second. Danny’s thoughts wondered to his crush out of town. “Hey, do you think Sam’s having as much fun as us right now?”

…

Sam was not having fun.

As little kids dressed in expensive clothes ran past her and their mothers in tea dresses continued to gossip, the Goth’s scowl deepened. She could be in Danny’s place kicking his and Tucker’s asses in Doom - but nooooo, her mother had decided to drag her to a country club for a barbecue. A barbecue! She was an ultra-recyclo-vegetarian for goodness’ sake! If Tucker’s smell made her uneasy, then the sight of the burger patties and hot-dogs made her sick to her stomach.

Sam Manson growled. At least Danny and Tucker must be very miserable without her.

…

“TAKE THAT!” Tucker yelled in victory as he massacred the other player. Danny joined in as he killed another one. “HECK YEAH!” The screen lit up with the bright ending of the game: “YOU’VE MASSACRED ALL YOUR ENEMIES! YOU WIN!” Laughing and high-fiving each other, Danny and Tucker celebrated with their own awkward victory dances. “Fenton and Foley: the best gaming duo since the dawn of video games!” Danny hollered, pumping his hands in the air.

Coming down from their victorious feeling, the two friends settled down on the beanbag and the edge of the bed again, letting go of the grease-and-fat stained controls in exchange for more junk food. Suddenly a blue wisp of mist snaked out of Danny Fenton’s mouth immediately accompanied by a crash and screams from down the street. Both boys tilted their heads back in a groan.

“Bro, you said the portal was closed.” Tucker pointed out, spreading his arms to articulate his discontentment. “It was closed. Fenton technology isn’t exactly the most reliable in existence.” Danny shot back, equally annoyed. “We can…ignore the ghost until it gets bored and goes away?” The techno-geek suggested. More intense screams from the civilians of Amity Park. A silent agreement and a plan. Tucker sighed in defeat. “I’ll go get the thermos.” “I’ll go see who or what decided to interrupt our only day-off this time.” Danny Fenton stated before going ghost and summoning the pair of light rings. A flash of light and the hero Danny Phantom stood determined in the hazardous room. “Meet you downstairs.”

Nodding, the two boys prepared to fight.

…

A very accurate way to describe the way Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton/Phantom felt when fighting the ecto-pusses: robotic.

A couple of ecto-blasts thrown at the ghosts, a witty banter or other, getting thrown into some buildings, trapping the ghosts in the thermos, people booing or cheering Phantom as he left the scene flying with Tucker hastily following him on foot on the ground. You can sense something is off when fights with supernatural beings are about as normal as missing the bus to school. The uplifting yet lazy mood from that morning - two friends determined to do nothing except lay back and relax - had vanished like Danny’s ghost sense, leaving behind a pair of tired teenagers who’d seen too much - just enough to be numbed.

Danny and Tucker met again in Danny’s room and collapsed on their previous spots - Danny changing back into Danny Fenton and Tucker falling face-first on the bean-bag. Tucker looked up and fixed his glasses, eyeing the discarded package of fries hungrily before propping himself up on his elbows, grabbing the package, and fishing out the few remaining fries. “Welp, at least we still have some fries left.” Tucker said, smiling wistfully and trying to lift their spirits. Pun intended. He handed some to Danny, who reached out a tired hand to receive the salty fries. Despite the situation, Danny gave his friend a tired smile and popped one of the fries in his mouth. “Thank God for fries then.”

The halfa and the techno-geek laughed.

#danny phantom #dp fic/art exchange #dp fic/art exchange 2017 #dp headcanon #dp fanfiction

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Cor x Michelle Ship Things :P

So, I made this post on my blog around a week ago- and since we’re submitting headcanons… I thought why not submit this self-indulgent post here? xD

Let’s get some self-indulgent ship things going xD

who hogs the duvet

There’s no arguing it- it’s Moosh 100%. Cor doesn’t get cold anyways- but when he does, he just moves closer to Moosh and holds her to get his warmth. He’s never complained about this (ugh, what a sweetie pie).

who texts/rings to check how their day is going:

You’d think it’s Moosh- but no. When she’s at work actually doing work and not confined to her desk she doesn’t let her concentration stray at all. She’s focused on her work- one-track mind. Cor’s usually the one who ends up calling in the middle of the day, around lunch time, to check up on Moosh and make sure that she’s had something to eat and is keeping safe <3

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts:

Moosh and Cor are both shit at gift-giving. No joke, the most creative they’ve gotten is buying a different kind of perfume/cologne from the norm for the other. That perfume/cologne is collecting dust on their shared dresser.

who gets up first in the morning:

Cor. Moosh is not a morning person *sigh*

who suggests new things in bed:

*Reads @itshaejinju‘s Cor smut* I think it’s Moosh (¬‿¬)

who cries at movies:

Moosh. It’s ridiculous- she cries when things are sad, she cries with things are happy, she cries when things are hilarious, she cries when things are aggravating- Cor always carries tissues when he and Moosh venture into the cinema.

who gives unprompted massages:

It’s a tie between Cor and Moosh- Moosh is pretty proud of her massage skills so she’s always just randomly giving Cor massages when he’s sitting idly. And Cor likes to massage Moosh’s feet after a long day at work, despite the fact that Moosh always insists she’s fine. He just likes to take care of her <3 *omg dawwwwwwwwwwww!*

who fusses over the other when they’re sick:

Moosh goes CRAZY when Cor’s sick. Honestly, she has him bed bound, she’s making soup, she’s giving head massages, she’s singing lullabies… good lord, she becomes a fully fledged mother hen!

Cor… well, he tries to fuss over Moosh. He ends up burning the soup though, and calling Ignis for help. *lmao @cupnoodle-queen *

who gets jealous easiest:

Honestly? Moosh. She’s just really good at hiding it. When she’s jealous- she becomes really quiet, but smiles A LOT. She feigns illness and escapes the room/general vicinity so she doesn’t have to see other *more attractive* women fawn over Cor. She ends up in tears somewhere hidden and away from everyone.

Somehow Cor always knows she’s been crying.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music:

Both Moosh forces Cor to listen to corny pop music. And kpop. And country. Because she loves it all! Cor can only grin and bear it. What a top bloke! <3

who collects something unusual:

Cor collects special edition cup noodles. Moosh isn’t supposed to know, but she was going on one of her cleaning tirades whilst Cor was out on a mission and, well, she uncovered the goods.

He’s got 20 different types of cup noodles. Like… what are you gonna do with so many cup noodles in the back of your sock drawer? :O

who takes the longest to get ready:

Neither. Moosh irons all her clothes on the weekend, as does Cor. Including morning routine, and dressing- Cor and Moosh both take around 10 minutes.

who is the most tidy and organised:

Cor. Moosh = organised chaos. She’s a mess- Cor has expressed his concerns rather sternly a number of times, and this is caused a few minor arguments between the two. But Moosh always ends up cleaning up her messes (usually just paper clutter on her desk)- though she whines about not being about to find anything later on.

who gets most excited about the holidays:

Cor, because he’s actually been dying to spend time with his workaholic Mooshie Moosh xD

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Cor’s big spoon. He won’t have it any other way xD

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports:

OH SHIT, IT’S MOOSH. SHE GETS BORDERLINE VIOLENT OMFG POOR COR LMAO!

who starts the most arguments:

Arguments are very rare- but they’re usually started by Cor being overly concerned about Moosh. He ends up sounding a little controlling, and Moosh doesn’t take that kind of shit tbh :/ (but low key feels flattered after the make-up sex and the sweet words Cor utters into her ears about how sorry he is for what he’s said- she also ends up feeling bad).

who suggests that they buy a pet:

Moosh has always wanted a puppy. The moment she moves in with Cor, that’s when the begging for a puppy starts. Lots of pouting ensues.

what couple traditions they have:

- Cor always wakes Moosh up with a kiss to the brow “rise and shine soldier~” his voice rasps.

- Moosh makes both their lunches in the morning and prepares a quick breakfast of anything that comes to mind. It’s always very simple.

- Cor always texts Moosh at lunch time. He frets when he doesn’t get an answer.

- Moosh clings to Cor whenever they’re out in public and at first, Cor was embarrassed, but he’s used to it now.

- Saturday nights… don’t invite these two out on a social date or anything because they have plans ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- right after a hot session, Moosh never fails to cry a little at how LUCKY she is to have Cor. That results in a lot of cuddles and kisses and some incredulous laughter: “Honestly Moosh, if you cry every time I’m going to think I’m doing something terribly wrong.”

what tv shows they watch together:

Cor and Moosh hardly watch TV, but when they do it’s either a cooking show of Law and Order: SVU. Cor often ends up staring at Moosh and asking her: “why would you watch this after living it all day at work?” Moosh would just shrug “I dunno- it’s compelling!”

what other couple they hang out with:

*Ummm, since this is a total crack ship I’m just gonna list the couples I’d love to hang out with LMAO- they’re gonna be predictable but these are legit my OTPs okay?! HAHAHAHAH*

- Raine and Ignis (from ‘We Intertwined’ by @nifwrites - Raine would be sooo fun!!!)

- Stella and Noctis (from ‘Stars in the Night’ by @blindbae <333)

- Gladio and Cam (from ‘Chasing Suns’ by @cupnoodle-queen BECAUSE MOOSH WANTS TO FIRST HAND WITNESS COR BURRRRN GLADIO *and Cam’s subsequent laughing fit* ABOUT HIS CUP NOODLES, ONLY FOR MOOSH TO BE LIKE “YEH BRUH LIKE YOU’RE ONE TO TALK! GLADDY LEMME TELL YOU A THING ABOUT COR AND HIS SECRET SOCK DRAWER STASH…)

- and my own OTP Claudia and Prompto (from ‘Sunshowers’ because Moosh would low-key probs be involved in Claud’s child protection case work if Moosh were in this FFXV AU HAHAHAHHA)

how they spend time together as a couple:

There’s nothing really specific. Just enjoying each other’s company? Chatting? Laughing at each other (it’s mostly Cor laughing at stuff Moosh does because Moosh is an absolute clown apparently and doesn’t realise it until it’s too late)

who made the first move:

Cor. Moosh had always thought Cor was too good for her, and that she had no chance HAHAHAHA

who brings flowers home:

Cor, with the cutest blush on his face <3

who is the best cook:

Moosh- and she’s not THAT much better. It’s just that… well… Cor REALLY can’t cook at all :O

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