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convolutedblasphemy · 2 months

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Cursed Idea: Hazbin Hotel as an open world RPG with romance options

The only characters you can't romance at all are Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor and Vox (because he's just too fixated on Alastor)

You can start a QPR with Alastor but this is insanely hard and only works if you (1) never upset him or Rosie on that route, (2) your choices fall at least 80% in line with his twisted moral compass that you have no idea what it is, (3) you freed him and (4) you keep offering him dishes you cooked with the cannibal cookbook (obtainable from the 666 news studio) from "ingredients" you looted from enemies you killed. This only works if you chose a melee type weapon. Alternatively you can buy the ingredients from Rosie's Emporium but they're pretty expensive.

Lvl 10 friendship with Alastor rewards you by letting you scritch his ears and gives you a tail you can equip on him if he is in your party.

You can kill every sinner in hell as long as you own an angelic weapon, except for the overlords. The exception to this is Valentino, whom you can kill whenever as long as your level is high enough. He is the only boss fight that is not level- or story-locked.

You can be redeemed and go to heaven if you get 10000 heaven points by doing good deeds and helping people. If your first boss fight is Valentino, you win and choose to kill him, you get 1000 heaven points

Spending 50k at the Hellmart gets you Alastor's cane to equip on your character. If you destroy every TV at the Hellmart, you unlock a special achievement titled "Radio killed the Video Star" but it also deducts 3 friendship levels from your bond with Vox.

You can pick a romantic and sexual orientation for your character and there's an achievement called "unbridled asexual rage" that you get if you consistently murder the first 30 people who hit on you. If your character is male, this includes Angel Dust who hits on you in the tutorial.

Every story-relevant character you kill prematurely gets replaced by an egg boi. This makes the cutscenes very interesting.

Killing both Valentino and Angel Dust is recommended for players who might be triggered by the Valentino and Angel Dust questline, as they will both be replaced by egg bois with limited animation.

Romancing Valentino locks your heaven points bar until you decide to kill him.

You can get kicked out of heaven again if you commit crimes. You can make soul deals in heaven. Every soul you have comes with you to hell. Bringing Alastor's mother to hell deducts 5 friendship levels from your bond with him but unlocks a heartfelt cutscene where they reunite.

You cannot bring Emily, Sera, Adam or Lute to hell with you. Adam respawns in hell if you kill him though. Then you can forge a soul deal with him if you're smart about it.

Killing Lilith before the story forces you to do her boss fight replaces her with a giant egg boi.

Killing Lilith frees Alastor and raises your approval rating with him significantly.

Killing Rosie or his mum permanently makes Alastor hate you

One of the first dialogue options you get with Adam is (Bite him...) where you violently chomp down on his arm and he screams like a little girl

Other characters the game lets you violently bite include: Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Vox, Valentino, Lucifer and St. Peter.

Weapons are customizable in appearance. Notable skins for weapons include: severed arm, radio on a stick, wet fish (with sound effects!), angelic spear, Cherri's bombs, Adam's axe and many more

Marrying and immediately divorcing Lucifer will lower your approval rating with Charlie

You can customize your room at the hotel. Divorcing Lucifer unlocks a special crying Lucifer-esque rubber duck that you can put on your shelf.

If your approval rating with Husk is high enough, he will keep bringing dead mice to your doorstep that you can either throw away or feed to Alastor

You can pretty much feed any being to Alastor whether raw or cooked, as long as you have it in your inventory.

Obtaining enough souls will give you access to the overlord meeting room in Carmilla's house where you can obtain "rotting severed angel head", which you can use as a special ingredient in the Jambalaya recipe from the cannibal cookbook

You can enter Vox's room during your stealth mission in the V Tower, which lets you steal several Alastor-themed decorations for your own room including the Alastor body pillow, 3 Alastor posters including the beach art of him, an Alastor figurine and a cursed cat Alastor plushie.

Every character at the hotel has one of those figurines. Collecting them gives you rewards and if you put all of them on your shelf you get a "Found Family" achievement.

You can burn Valentino's studio down during the V Tower stealth mission. Angel Dust's figurine is in his room so be sure to grab that before you burn the studio.

Other locations for the figurines include: Charlie's room (Charlie), Hotel Room in Heaven (Vaggie), Casino (Husk), Utility Closet at the "Consent" club (Niffty), nest of giant hell chicken (Pentious) and Duck Pond (Lucifer)

There's a Voxtagram function in your phone where you periodically receive new posts from the characters with comment options that they reply to. You can repeatedly be mean to Vox online. This is a running gag and Vox eventually complains on TV about getting cyberbullied.

You can turn on the little radio in the hotel lobby or get a customizable radio as a gift from Alastor that you can put in your room. You can select between playing Alastor's radio show, Alastor's radio show from when he was alive, the Hazbin Hotel soundtrack, screams and Mimzy's singing.

Achieving lvl 10 friendship with Alastor also unlocks camera mode for him. Now he no longer glitches out on photos as long as you equip an old-fashioned camera.

Romancing St. Peter lets you persuade him to smuggle you into heaven whenever you want to go.

There's a billboard near the V Tower that displays a slideshow of Vivziepop tweets where she engages in her own fandom discourse

If you keep walking ahead in the swamp in Alastor's room you eventually fall out of the map and respawn at the nearest unlocked waypoint.

You can adopt a little fawn from Alastor's swamp and a rabid raccoon you can find in a trashcan behind the hotel. If you do not take the raccoon to the vet first, there is a rabies breakout at the hotel.

You can interact with the alcohol bottles at the hotel bar and pour them down the sink. This lowers Husk's approval rating with you.

Might make a part 2 of this

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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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pretending to be dead in front of hxh yans. because why the hell not?

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, and implied violence.

Word Count: 900. (this was only supposed to be 400 😭)

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Chrollo

Chrollo will know right away. There is no doubt about that. Even if he was in another room and just happened to walk in through the doorway as you flopped on the floor like a fish.

He will probably hit you up with a "Darling, get up or we won't go to the museum tonight" or something like that. He likes using this carrot and stick technique quite a lot, but with his own spin on it using his manipulation tactics. He will lure you in with a reward for behaving yourself or take something away when you are bad.

If you continue this charade despite his threats, he will attempt to entertain you for a bit. Maybe he pokes you with the end of an umbrella or something, or mockingly weeps your supposed death. Eventually this will annoy you so much you will surrender.

His response is directly proportional to why you did this. Did you do it for attention? He will gladly give it to you, with reading to you and handfeeding you your favorite food, still warm from its takeout box, or maybe he even attempted to make it himself (though, if the dish doesn't come out as planned, as his perfectionism is a huge part of him, he will throw it out before you even find out he cooked something in the first place).

Did you do it so he would actually think you are dead so you could sneak off to freedom? Well, expect him to tease you about it from this point forward, but nothing serious happens. Unless you attempt to attack him and actually prevail, usually his punishments are bare to none.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is many things. Being in touch with reality is definitely not one of them. He already sees you as a fragile little baby, so trying to play dead in front of him will cause him to have a panic attack of sorts.

He believes your entire act, as bad as you were doing it. He cries and caresses you in his arms. His crusty, dry lips, unholy body odor, and his utterly disgusting breath will be the only reasons you will ever reveal your cover.

He reacts to you being alive as horribly as you expect. He will start yelling at you, scolding you like a toddler who snuck into the cookie jar and not a captive trying to get back to society once more. If he was already in a somewhat bad mood, like you rejected his advances for the umpteenth time, and he got annoyed at you playing "hard to get" again, expect to even be sent to bed without dinner or dessert. Horrifying, right?

But, then again, dinner is always raw or burnt. You are sometimes convinced Nobunaga is trying to poison you to further immobile you, so you won't attempt to escape further. Maybe this whole playing dead thing was successful, in its own way? You would rather eat pebbles than the halfway cooked rice Nobunaga puts in your pink plastic plate.

Feitan

Feitan just stares at you, not blinking. He already knows what you are trying to do. He already has a staring problem, observing everything you do, from drawing to looking outside the small, barred window in your room, so his reaction, in all honesty, does not surprise you one bit.

He will just go about his day. Feitan is an expert on the human body, being the Troupe's lead torturer and all, so he knows the difference from when you are faking being sick (or in this case dead) from when you are actually sick (a possibility from both the escape attempts and the fact that Feitan's little cabin in the middle of the woods has no heat or air conditioner. He says he does not need it, so he does not recognize it as a problem).

As always, he says nothing. He only sees this as a little bit of a tantrum you're having, and lets you have your way for once. When you eventually give up or when he has had enough of watching you, he'll leave the room to do something else.

But nothing bad happens to you, shockingly. But there is major emphasis on to you. If you have refused to admit defeat, he'll torture yet another poor unfortunate soul in his basement, their screams much louder than usual, and you will break at one point or another, either asking Feitan to stop or going to your room to put your pillow (which can also be a weapon with how hard it is) over your ears.

Machi

Machi, similar to two of the three assfarts, knows exactly what you are doing. But, like Nobunaga, she still worries, although she does not show it, and she also scolds you.

But, unlike the rest of them, she tries to listen to you after she shakes you into revealing yourself. She wants to know why you did that. If you say to try to escape from her, her heart will be broken once again.

Machi may not be the most emotionally understanding, but she does in fact try, although what she does after this incident is largely the opposite of what you wanted to happen. Even though her intentions are good, in her opinion. She will become more present in your life, bringing home more gifts for you and trying to hug you whenever you ask, although she will never initiate it herself.

She hopes you won't do that again. She'll tell you as such. She was not trying to manipulate you with the increase in gifts and consensual touches, but you will feel so bad you won't attempt such a thing from that point forward.

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stellamancer · 11 months

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pairing: fem!reader x merman!satoru gojo

contents: more varying levels of anxiety from the reader, mentions of food and eating, satoru gojo is an absolute menace

notes: part ii! um, got a little delayed because i wanted to write a kiss scene... and also because i was fretting over characterization, over reader’s characteriztion, over gojo’s... he’s really hard to write i think. nuances, you know? hoping i did a good job. also somehow this chapter is?? longer?? than the last?? i’m surprised tbh. anyway, please enjoy.

word count: 5.5k (who the hell am i???)

previous chapter || masterlist

You think you might have made a really, really big mistake.

Last night, it didn't seem like a mistake, rather, it seemed like the right thing to do. Who knows who could have found him? What they would have with him? To him? It was better to have brought the merman home than to leave him to an uncertain and possibly cruel fate. You did the right thing; you were certain of it.

At least, you were until you woke up, greeted by the merman's smooth voice and his blue, blue eyes. Ever since then, it’s just been one thing after another with him.

Don't you know that merfolk need the water to be at a specific temperature?

Don't you know that the water needs to be at a certain salinity level?

Don't you know that thing you're keeping him in is far too small?

It's only been for a couple of hours, but you're already completely exhausted trying to keep up and accommodate his needs. To be honest, it's actually kind of overwhelming and you can't help but wonder if this is what it's like for people who adopt animals just because they think they're cute or something.

Not that you would call the merman cute.

Especially not after he’s spent all morning basically mocking you for not knowing anything about merfolk. You didn’t even know they were real until last night, so how could you possibly know the optimal ambient water temperature for a merperson? But you're trying, and hopefully that counts for something. Which is why you're standing in the doorway of your bathroom, holding a platter with a single, whole, raw mackerel on it, its dead eyes boring into your very soul.

Originally, you were going to grill the mackerel in question and have it for breakfast, but you’ve been so caught up in doing this and that for the merman that you haven’t had the time to eat, much less cook. It’s fine. You and Minori planned to meet up at that cafe off the beach that she likes, so you can just eat there even if you think their food sacrifices flavor for the sake of looking disgustingly photogenic.

Speaking of that, you should probably start getting ready soon. You’re supposed to meet up in a little over an hour, and you feel a little gross, still in the clothes you wore last night, plus you have no doubt that you absolutely need a shower, but before you can do any of that, you need to feed the merman.

His gaze zeroes in on the platter in your hands, realizing you heard him earlier (as if you couldn't— he's so very loud). He seems to perk up at the prospect of eating, but it doesn't last long as a frown settles across his features. You gulp. It feels like you're in for yet another merfolk lesson.

Finally, he asks, "Is that supposed to be… food?"

You nod slowly.

"For me?"

You nod again.

"I can't eat that."

"Wh-why not? What's wrong with it?" You almost demand. In hindsight, you should have asked, especially since Mr. Merman's seemed eager to point out every misstep you've made so far. You were so sure that the mackerel would have been acceptable that you didn't even bother. It makes sense for a merman to eat fish right? What else would he eat? Seaweed? Is he maybe vegan?

"It's dead," he tells you and though his tone is plain, you can see the amusement dancing in those beautiful blue eyes of his. "Fish are best live— squirming as you bite into them, their blood squirting—"

"Okay!" You squeak, interrupting his rather grotesque description. It’s way too early for any kind of gory stuff. "Okay! Got it!"

Well, that settles that; he’s definitely not vegan.

He grins, clearly finding enjoyment in your discomfort, and you try to tell yourself, again, that you did the right thing. You're trying your best, but the fact that it doesn't seem to be amounting to anything is frustrating. The merman's constant jabs and jeers at you and your efforts certainly aren't helping.

Neither is the distinct feeling of intense hanger that's starting to claw at you.

Maybe you should have a snack before you meet up with Minori.

The merman tilts his head, and you think maybe he's trying to look innocent, his eyes big and wet, his lips barely puckered. But the mischievous look in his eyes betrays him, making it clear that his aim is just to continue messing with you. "Oh, but—"

"Unfortunately," you interject again, exasperation seeping into your tone. You can feel your hanger about to violently consume you as you hiss. "I'm rather uneducated when it comes to merfolk food culture."

He just stares at you and it feels strange that he has no quip to counter you with.

Shit. Was that a bit much? You regret your words as soon as they're out of your mouth. Despite the merman's behavior, he doesn't entirely deserve to be on the receiving end of your ire. You really should have asked about his diet. And maybe gotten yourself a bite to eat while you were getting him that fish. It's not as if you didn't know you were hungry.

You take a deep, deep breath, hoping that fresh oxygen in your lungs can keep you sane for just a little bit longer. "Sorry. Just… is there— is it really completely inedible like this? If you really want it warm or something, I can cook it for you really quick."

He seems to consider your words, and you hope his response will be favorable. "...No, it's fine like this, I guess."

Relief saturates you as you exhale. You hadn't even realized you'd been holding your breath. "I promise I'll get you something better later, it's just I… kind of don't have the time right now."

The merman hums and holds his hand out expectantly. You're not sure if you should just give him the whole platter or just the fish itself; you opt for the former as you cross the length of the bathroom to give him his meal. Then you look away. He's either going to swallow the fish whole or bite into it, and frankly, you don't know if you can stomach the sight of either.

It sounds like the latter though. You start to step away, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to get ready, but that would have to start with a shower and while the shower is completely separate from the tub it is also right there. The thought of giving the merman a show while he eats is absolutely mortifying, especially when you consider how unnaturally handsome he is. Maybe you should leave a little early and swing by the bathhouse to shower there…

“Got plans?” The merman’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Uh, yeah.”

"A hot date?" he probes, sounding like he's snickering.

Your face feels warm and you whirl around to face him, catching a peek of a bit of the mackerel's tail hanging out of his mouth. "No, I'm meeting up with my best friend."

Last night doesn't count. You barely even spoke with one another. Not that you could since she—

"You don't seem all that excited about it," the merman remarks, his eyes watching you curiously, looking impossibly bluer than before.

You open your mouth to refute the claim. To tell him that the reason you don't seem excited isn't because of Minori but because you've spent your entire morning running yourself ragged because of him. But it’s not quite true, so you don’t. Try as you might to ignore it, Minori's recent behavior still weighs on you, awkward and uncomfortable. You hold your tongue and instead say, "That's… not true."

The merman's expression is indecipherable, his icy blue gaze fixed on you. It feels like he’s seeing right through you, silently calling you out on your weak excuse of a lie.

Feeling the conversation is over, you turn back around and take another step to leave, but then the merman speaks again.

“So, you know,” he starts, his tone adopting a flirtatious edge. “I’d be happy to teach you about merfolk culture. I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.”

Your entire body goes rigid and you glance back at him, in mild disbelief. “At… teaching?”

He grins at you, as if he’s happy to have your eyes on him again. Is he starved for attention or something? The merman winks as he responds cheerfully, “Yup!”

You gawk at him. “Like how you’ve been ‘teaching’ me all day?”

“That’s right! You’ll be an expert in no time.”

You doubt that. His teaching methods leave a lot to be desired; you’d even go so far as to say he’s actually a garbage teacher. You consider telling him this, but decide not to because he really seems legitimately proud of his skills (or lack thereof). “I don’t know…”

“Come on! It’ll be lots of fun!”

You doubt that even more. “Based on everything you’ve ‘taught’ me so far, I’m honestly not even sure if I can adequately take care of you here…” You pause, then add, slowly more to yourself than the merman. “Maybe when I get back I should call the aquarium…”

It would be better, you think, to return him to the sea where he belongs. If anything, he seems well enough, and he hasn’t made any mention of any injuries that would keep him from going back. You don’t know for sure, but being in the aquarium would probably be better than your parent’s luxurious bathtub.

“An aquarium?” he exclaims and his voice is louder than usual, causing you to jump just a little bit. “You’re not serious, right?”

“Uh, well—”

“They keep a lot of different aquatic creatures there, don’t they?” the merman says before you can say anything.

“Yeah, but that means the facilities are bigger and so you’d—”

“They probably wouldn’t be able to give me the same kind of personalized care that I could get from you.”

“Maybe, but I’m sure they’d—”

“Besides,” he interrupts again, his voice even louder as if he’s trying (and succeeding) to gain dominance over the conversation at hand. “They’d probably keep me there for the rest of my life! They might even experiment on me!”

Wide eyed, you stare at the merman. Your initial thought is that the family that owns the aquarium wouldn’t do that, but you don’t know, someone else who works there might. Merfolk are supposed to be myths, legends, so it’s not completely outside the realm of possibility that if you were to dump him off at the aquarium that he’d become someone’s research project.

"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" he pleads, staring at you, his baby blue eyes blown wide, wet with what you think, in the back of your mind, are crocodile tears, his lower lip quivering as if he’s a frightened child.

“I…” you start, trying to think of something, anything to say. There’s no doubt in your mind that the merman is guilting you. But you also know that he has a point, there’s no way to ensure that he’ll be treated humanely if you hand him off to someone else. Your stomach churns at the thought of scientists cruelly poking and prodding at him with needles and scalpels as if he were a lab rat. No matter how annoying he’s been, he wouldn’t deserve that.

After all, isn’t that why you brought him home in the first place? To protect him from such a cruel fate? If you were just going to hand him off to someone else, you should have just left him on the beach.

Slowly, you shake your head, “No… I wouldn’t.”

Pleased, the merman beams at you, his expression now the complete opposite of the pitiful look he was sporting just a moment ago. Despite his cheer, you still feel uneasy and you don’t think it’s because you’re hungry.

The reason becomes obvious when the merman speaks, as if your body was giving you a premonition, trying to warn you. “That settles it then! Guess we’re roommates now!”

You stare at him blankly, your thoughts stuttering at his words, struggling to comprehend them as if they were spoken with a foreign tongue. What did he say? What did he say? When your brain finally processes them, translates them into something you can understand, you nearly screech, the words flying out of your mouth before you can even think about filtering them. “Roommates? Who said anything about roommates?”

The merman’s eyes narrow into a smoldering gaze and you distantly wonder if he's just trying to show off the range of emotions that he's capable of. His voice drops an octave, purposefully sultry and seductive as he says, "Well, if you'd like a different kind of arrangement—"

"Shut up!" you finally snap, ignoring the electric feeling running up and down your spine at the mere sound of his voice. You don’t think you’ve snapped at anyone before, much less a stranger, but to hell with that and to him too. All morning he’s been bossing you around and while you’ve been doing you best to acquiesce to him, he keeps messing with you as if you’re his own personal toy. Maybe it really is the hanger, having consumed you, body and mind, by this point, but regardless, you’ve hit your limit with him. “We absolutely cannot be roommates! Don’t you have to return to the ocean, anyway? Won’t you turn into seafoam or something if you don’t?”

He starts to laugh and you glare at him. It probably sounds stupid, but you think you’ve heard something like that before, but then again it’s not like you actually know anything. The merman waves his hand dismissively, his lips curled up in amusement. “I know what you’re thinking and no, it’s nothing like that.”

"Okay, but that doesn't answer my question."

He gives you a noncommittal shrug. “Yeah, eventually.”

You wait, because you know there’s got to be more to it than that. Is he just doing these dramatic pauses for the fun of it? He shoots you a mischievous grin, almost confirming it, as he adds, “Should be fine as long as I go back in the next hundred years or so.”

You nearly choke on the air. One hundred years? He can’t be serious. You take a deep, deep breath before speaking. “Sorry, but I don’t have one hundred years to be your roommate— I don’t even know if I’ll live that long. I’m only going to be here for the summer, and then I’m heading back home to Tokyo.”

That should be enough to deter him. At least that’s what you think, but you also think that the merman might like proving you wrong. His smile shifts only just slightly, the glimmering in his eyes reminding you more of the sky than the sea that he calls home. “For the summer then. We can be roommates until you go back to Tokyo.”

You scowl, wracking your mind for some kind of counterpoint, but it feels like you’re fighting a losing battle in trying to argue with him. He takes your silence as a chance to attempt to further convince you. “Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re the only one here, right?”

You don’t say anything so he continues.

“Aren’t you lonely here all on your own?”

His question hangs in the air, unanswered, as you remain silent.

The truth is you’re used to it— to being lonely. You’ve been living on your own in Tokyo for long enough to be comfortable with the silence that comes with solitude. It’s no stranger, and sometimes you could even consider it a friend. But there’s no denying that maybe, just maybe you’d been hoping there would have been a little more time between your arrival and your parents’ departure. It’s fine. You’ll see them when they get back.

Besides, you still have Minori.

You can still hang out with her. Go eat at little cafes where you’re meant to take pictures of the food rather than enjoy eating it. Or have sleepovers where you chat about anything and everything. How she’s got something going on with Hayato. How weirdly nice Shinomiya is. How different life in Tokyo is compared to here. And maybe spending time with her will be enough to take the place of the silence, the loneliness that you’re grown accustomed to. It’s fine, you tell yourself, almost viciously. It’s fine because you still have Minori.

Minori, who’s supposedly your best friend.

Minori, who, you suppose, is acting strange around you.

Minori, who you’re supposed to hang out with in about an hour.

“We can’t be roommates,” you repeat, through gritted teeth as you reach up to massage your temple in exasperation. You don’t have time to deal with this right now: you need to get ready. “I don’t even know you. I don’t even know your name.”

The merman opens his mouth to respond but just as he starts to speak, you can feel a vibrating in your pocket. Soon after the sound of your ringtone fills the bathroom, echoing off the walls. You shoot him a look, silently telling him to be quiet as you reach into your pocket to grab your phone. Your stomach feels like it’s doing gymnastics, flipping and folding into itself, uncomfortably, painfully. It’s amazing your phone is still alive, having gone all night and almost all morning off the charger and you catch sight of how much the battery remains— nine percent. But that’s not the most important thing right now.

It’s Minori that’s calling.

You turn away from the merman, gulping as you swipe the green answer button on the screen. “Hello?”

“Hey.” Her voice is strained, hoarse, like she’s gotten sick or spent all night screaming.

“Are you okay?” you ask, more a formality than anything. You know the answer, but you’re still concerned.

“No, I—” She coughs. It sounds almost forced. You ignore it. “I… kinda drank a little too much last night…”

Somehow, you’re not surprised. You bite the inside of your cheek as you try not to frown. “It’s okay. We can reschedule.”

“...you sure?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “You don’t feel well and… we have all summer to hang out.”

She doesn’t say anything.

“Okay,” Minori rasps out, then she adds, almost an afterthought. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you insist. “Really.”

You could almost swear you hear another voice in the background, one that sounds almost familiar but you ignore it. You ignore it. You ignore it.

“It’s fine,” you repeat. “We have all summer.”

“Right.”

“Just get some rest, okay?”

“Mmhmm… bye.”

“Bye.” The line clicks first on Minori’s end. Your hand drops to your side limply and your phone almost slips from your fingers.

You don’t know how to feel.

On the one hand, she really might have drank too much. You remember seeing a few coolers filled to the brim with booze last night. It’s not impossible that, after you’d left, people, people including Minori, might have really gone to town with the drinking. She definitely could have gotten a hangover from drinking too much.

But something else in the back of your mind insists otherwise, it whispers that there’s something else going on. Her behavior is too suspicious, and it’s getting harder and harder to fight off the notion that she’s doing this on purpose, that she’s avoiding seeing you, avoiding talking to you.

And that hurts.

But what hurts more is that you don’t really know why.

Is it just because you were really bad at talking to her when you were in Tokyo? Or is it something else? You could message her and ask, but you’d rather ask her in person when you can. If you can.

“Satoru.”

You startle at the sound of the merman’s voice, turning toward him. You almost forgot that he was here. He’s watching you curiously, expression unreadable. It makes you a little uncomfortable, like he’s dissecting you.

“What?” Your voice is almost inaudible.

“Satoru,” he repeats and you notice his tone is almost gentle now. “That’s my name.”

“...just Satoru?” you ask, unsure. You actually have little doubt that it’s his name, but it feels a little… too close, too personal to be using his first name when you barely know him.

The merman gives you a wry smile as he dodges your question. “You know, it’s impolite to not offer your name after someone else gives you theirs.”

He’s not wrong, but still you hesitate. You feel like there’s some unspoken significance in giving him your name, like once you do, you’ll be setting something into motion that you won’t be able to stop.

It’s just a name, just your name.

Satoru’s eyes glimmer as you offer it to him and he repeats your name back, as if he’s testing the feel of it in his mouth. Something in your chest stirs at the sound of it, a little voice in the back of your head smugly telling you that it was right, but you ignore it.

With a satisfied hum, he says, tone shifting into something more cheerful, “With that out of the way, there’s no reason we can’t be roommates now, right?”

You stare at him wide eyed. It’s completely beyond you why he’d rather spend his time here, in your parent’s bathroom over being in the big wide ocean, but it’s clear that he has no intent on giving up. Between Satoru keeping you busy all morning and Minori canceling your plans, you don’t really have the energy to fight him any more anyway.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Satoru insists with a smile. This one is different from the others you’ve seen from him so far and you wonder if he’s trying to take a different approach to convince you.

Not that he needs to any more; you’re already resigned yourself to your fate.

“...only until I go back to Tokyo, okay?” you relent, squeezing the phone in your hand so hard it might break. This might be a mistake, agreeing to let this merman, to let Satoru stay here for the summer, but it’s fine.

It’s fine.

Satoru beams, bright and triumphant as he echoes. “Only until you go back to Tokyo.”

One trip out of the house to the bathhouse and the store is enough to reduce the discontent you feel from whatever is going on with Minori to just a frustrating buzz in the back of your mind. You know it won’t fully go away until you and Minori actually talk about it, but with the way things are going, who knows when that will be?

Besides, you feel like your hands are going to be too full attending to Satoru to dwell on anything for very long.

You heave everything you got at the store onto the counter. Even though you’d gone just yesterday, the sudden appearance of another mouth to feed demanded another trip. Despite Satoru’s offer to teach you about merfolk culture, he wasn’t particularly helpful when you asked him (this time) what kind of food to get him. Seafood, he’d told you with a snicker, and when you probed for something more substantial than that all he said was to surprise him.

His teaching methods really do leave a lot to be desired.

You did what you could with what little he gave you. Naturally, you bought seafood, two more whole fish, and then some other things, some of them a little… unconventional. It’s fine, though, you made sure to get things you could eat just in case Satoru doesn't like them. And if he doesn't maybe that'll teach him to be a little more specific next time.

"Hey! Are you back?" Satoru's naturally loud voice echoes throughout the house. He must have really good hearing if he heard you shuffling in the kitchen, though you did slam the door pretty loud when you came back in earlier.

"Yeah!" You holler back.

"Perfect! I'm hungry!"

Of course he is. But then again, it's been a bit since he ate that mackerel earlier. Your stomach rumbles in agreement with Satoru. After Minori had called, your hanger and appetite had basically disappeared, but now it seems like it's recovered. Your stomach grumbles again, and you consider eating before bringing Satoru his food, but…

Since you're "roommates" now wouldn't it be better to eat together?

Sharing a meal with Satoru sounds like a mistake, but if he gets too annoying you can just get up and walk away. Nodding to yourself, you grab the things you'd bought to eat and some of the things you'd gotten for Satoru to try and head for the bathroom, stopping by the storage closet on the way.

You find what you're looking for— your mother's bed and bathtub trays— with relative ease. Hopefully, the bathtub tray will sit comfortably on the tub, even with Satoru's massive body in it, if not… you can probably both share the bed tray. You grab both trays and, while it's a little awkward, you manage to carry them both into the bathroom.

Satoru's lounging in the tub, since there's not really much else he can do, his long arms and even longer tail hanging off the edges. You feel bad, even though your parents' luxury tub is huge by human standards, it really is too small for him. Maybe it'd be fine if he could bend his tail the way people bend their legs but you don't know if he can. When you enter, Satoru tilts his head toward you and shoots you a lazy grin. You freeze, remembering again, how stunningly handsome he is.

And then he ruins it, by opening his mouth, eyes on the bag in your hand.

He starts to pout. "Did you bring me another dead fish?"

"They only sell dead fish at the store." You say while you set up the trays as little makeshift tables for you both. Luckily, the bathtub tray fits— just barely— but a win’s a win in your book. When that’s all done, you start to pull everything out of the bags. Satoru watches curiously as you separate your stuff from his. Belatedly, you realize you’ve only really brought him snacks and nothing actually substantial.

“So, what have we got here?” he asks when you’re done.

“Uh, well,” you point at each item, telling him what it is as you sit down next to the tub. “Dried shredded squid, some different kinds of seaweed snacks and dried anchovies.”

Satoru hums and picks up the bag of dried anchovies and examines it, turning it over in his hands. Is he wondering how to open it? You’re about to reach over and show him the notch in the bag that he needs to tear, but he gets to it before you do and rips the bag open. It’s a little impressive that he figured it out on his own. You watch as he reaches his hand in and gingerly pulls out one of the fish. He turns it over in his fingers, looking at it before popping the whole thing in his mouth. You hear the absolute barest crunch as he chews on it.

When he’s done he chucks another one in his mouth as if it were a potato chip. “Not bad.”

You beam, maybe it’s not a glowing review, but still you’re glad to have finally, finally gotten some kind of stamp of approval from Satoru.

He glances at you and his lips ease up into a mischievous smile as he plucks yet another anchovy from the bag and holds it up to your face in offering. “Would you like one too?”

You eye the anchovy anxiously and bite your lip, not sure what to say. Do you tell him? Or do you just bite the bullet?

“What’s with that look?” Satoru asks, pouting. “Do you humans not eat these?”

“Uh…”

The pout becomes more pronounced, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Did you really give me something you wouldn’t eat? How mean.”

“...you said surprise me,” you finally grumble. “I’ve only ever used those in making soup stock— I’ve never eaten them like that.”

In an instant Satoru’s frown is gone as he latches onto the last thing you’ve said. He leans forward excitedly, his eyes shimmering with some kind of predatory joy. “Is that so? That would make this… your first time too?”

He does that thing with his voice again, and your brain goes offline for just a millisecond before booting back up. “Don’t make it weird.”

Satoru smiles, unaffected by your deflection. He waves the anchovy in front of you. “Well? Gonna try?”

You stare at it. It’s not like you’re opposed to it, so why not? It’s Satoru’s first time trying anchovies like this, so in a way would it be fair. You’re drawing the line at letting him hand feed it to you, though. Leaning a little bit back, you take the fish from him and toss it into your mouth. Just as you expected it’s a little crunchy, but more than that the taste is intense and salty, but…

“It’s not bad,” you remark, echoing Satoru’s sentiments. He grins and starts to eat them in earnest, few at a time. You pull at the plastic of one of the rice balls you got for yourself so you can dig in. After a couple bites, you notice out of the corner of your eye that Satoru’s looking at you again. “Mmm?”

“What do you have?”

You swallow what’s in your mouth before you explain. “Just some rice balls and a fruit sando.”

“Why does your food look better than mine?”

“Uh,” you pause, trying to think of how to word it, “My stuff is more… complex, I guess?”

Most of what you got for Satoru is pretty simple, consisting of only an ingredient or two. He huffs, obviously off-put by your answer, and leers at you like he wants something. Then he says, petulant, “I want some.”

You’re almost startled at how straightforward he is about it. Almost.

“I… just wasn’t sure if your stomach would be able to handle more… processed human foods,” you explain. “If… if you really want, we can share. I-I just wouldn’t want you to get sick from something you ate, you know?”

Satoru’s eyes widen slightly at your words, but then he waves his hand almost dismissively, “Nah, it should be fine.”

You’re not so sure, but if he says so. “Okay…”

“So, what's that?” he asks, gesturing to the rice ball in your hand.

“It’s a tuna mayo rice ball. The other one I have has salted salmon.”

“I see.”

You think about the best way to go about sharing the rice ball. Would it be better to just flat out give him your salted salmon rice ball? There’s really no way for you to break off a piece of your rice ball to give him to try without basically breaking the entire thing apart.

Before you can decide on a course of action, Satoru ends up deciding for you. He leans all the way forward, getting all into your personal space so he can take a huge chomp out of the rice ball in your hands. You almost drop the entire thing in shock, and Satoru is either completely unaware or doesn’t even care as he leans back in the tub, grinning with a wicked amusement as he chews.

“That’s pretty good,” he remarks, licking his lips. Your eyes are unfortunate enough to pay a little too much attention to the action.

It takes you a moment to recover and you hand him the rest of the rice ball and say. “Okay, well, you can have the rest of this one and I’ll just have this one to myself.”

“I thought we were sharing?”

“We are,” you insist. “You’re eating that one, and I’m eating this one.”

“But I wanted to try the salted salmon one, too.”

“I… I will get one just for you next time I go to the store, okay?” you offer, hoping that will deter him from invading your personal space again and sinking his teeth into the other rice ball.

It doesn’t.

You’re so lucky that the fruit sando is sliced in two pieces.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 5 months

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While he is walking in the forest, skeleton gets kidnapped by a mama bear who now considers him her baby and refuses to let him go, attacking everyone getting near him. What will skeleton do to escape?

Undertale Sans - Bold to you to assume he wants to escape. He's having the time of his life, cuddling in the bear's arms, and it's the best nap spot he has ever found. No way in hell he's moving out of here, that's his new house. He's too comfy to move.

Undertale Papyrus - He's quite terrified and tries to not freak out, even eating raw fish to make sure the very huge bear doesn't eat him instead. He called Undyne while Mama bear went to hunt, refusing to leave to not hurt the bear's feelings anyway. He didn't expect Undyne to come to fistfight the bear, but somehow, it worked. Papyrus felt bad for Mama Bear and came back a few days after to give her some fish lol.

Underswap Sans - That's the first time he can ride a bear and the bear is actually willing to carry him. He's never getting down again, and he runs away with the bear, laughing like a gremlin, forcing everyone in town to run after him. It's the best day of his life.

Underswap Papyrus - He keeps fainting every ten minutes or so. It's too much for his brain. He's terrified, and every time he passes out, he hopes it's a nightmare, but it's not, and it makes him pass out again. He just wants to go home, he's begging the bear. He misses his TV, and his video games, and he swears he will never leave his room ever again. He's getting rescued by vet services who accidentally shoot him with a hypodermic needle while trying to drug the bear... Well, at least, he wakes up after a good night of sleep.

Underfell Sans - He bites the bear, trying to get free. Mama Bear takes that as his kid being rebellious, pins him on the floor and sits on him lol. Red is screeching angrily, trying to get free, but the bear is heavy and he can't do anything. He only remembers after three hours of struggle that actually, he can just teleport away. The next day, the bear is waiting in his garden. Red wants to cry.

Underfell Papyrus - He refuses to call for help because he prefers to die than be rescued by Undyne in this humiliating position. He tried to fight, but the bear is not having it and keeps blocking his attacks, somehow. So he gave up, just sitting in a corner, stuck. That's quite sad. Edge will be found three days later by the police, who don't understand why he didn't call them. Edge refused to answer to that lol. If someone mentioned what happened, he will fight.

Horrortale Sans - Oh well. He's behaving like a bear himself so it was doomed to happen. Though the caver is not very comfortable so Oak picks up the bear and brings it home to sleep in his room. He's so confused when Willow high-pitch screams to get the bear out of the house. He can't put it out, it adopted him??? He doesn't want to hurt the bear's feelings. That's clearly his bear now.

Horrortale Papyrus - How did that even happen, he's twice as big as the bear??? Willow is stuck against the bear, who holds him really tight so he doesn't leave. Except his back is starting to hurt, and there are all these chores at home he had to stop... Please? He needs to get home? He asks the bear if he can go now. The bear accepts only after he scratches her ears for an entire hour.

Swapfell Sans - It's humiliating. He called the police, but the police didn't know what to do so they evacuated the bear and him to the nearest zoo. Now he's a national attraction, everyone wants to see and interview the stupid skeleton who can't escape the bear enclosure. He needs a shower so bad. It's the worst few days of his life.

Swapfell Papyrus - He speaks bear now. He learned it while he was getting kidnapped. He can't wait to talk bear to Nox to makes him believe he's now possessed by a demon and watch him freak out. Other than that, he's pretty chill. He's kinda happy the bear likes him, it's making him feel special for once.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's horrified every time that filthy animal touches him with its filthy hands. He's cringing hard and he wants to get home to burn his clothes. He smells like a bear, and he wants to die. Why would the bear kidnap him if it refused to fight? He's not a plushie, he's the fearless general of the royal guard! Show him some respect already! He manages to flee after a few days, but he feels like he can never get rid of the bear smell. He's that close to burning his house.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - I mean, that could be worse. Sure, it's scary, but it's like a giant teddy bear and he's so happy he can cuddle it? He doesn't really want this moment to stop actually. He's comfortable, far from civilisation and Mama Bear feeds him, so... Maybe he was a bear all along and never knew it? He's for sure one now.

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vidavalor · 3 days

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So I was re-reading the Fish meta just now trying to figure out where taramasalata would go in all that, when the thought occurred -- I don't know if there are many sushi restaurants in the South Downs, so A. and/or C. might get into doing home-made stuff (e.g. from 'Sushi For Dummies or smth); do you think Ineffable Husbands speak would make a distinction between restaurant vs home-made sushi?

Hi, love! Your Asks always make me hungry lol. 💕 What I think your ask has to do with bacon, Hamlet, coffee, the "fomenting" of 597 AD, The British Museum Cafe, the kimchi that Brenda so desperately needed to bitch about to Her Ron in S1, and a hidden language joke related to Crowley's 1941 hat under the cut. (Sorry this one took a minute-- your Ask got my brain percolating a bit. 😊)

One of the reasons why I think it's sushi that Crowley & Aziraphale chose to go out for on their sneaky dinners circa 2008 is that sushi is predominantly made up of fish (usually raw but not always) wrapped up in fermented rice. I'm not an expert in the history of sushi but one thing I have learned about it is that it was originally invented as a way to preserve fish for longer back in ancient times when there wasn't a way to keep fish chilled. Then, it was called narezushi.

Narezushi involved salting fish after skinning and gutting it, then letting it ferment for a few months in the salt, before then removing the salt and stuffing and covering it with rice, and fermenting for even longer. Fish would be stored in rice for the better part of the year and, much of the time, the rice wouldn't actually be eaten afterwards-- just the fish. Over time, it evolved into the sushi that we know today, which is still made with a kind of fermented rice. Fermentation is the same process used to make alcohol and several different kinds of bread-- including black bread and sourdough, the two Crowley and Aziraphale are coded as being.

In bread, the yeast in the fermenting process is what causes the dough to rise and in alcohol, it's the ethanol fermentation that turns the sugars in the fruit or grain into alcohol. We know that bread, fish, and alcohol are all common sex euphemisms in different ways in their speak so what's with the focus on fermentation?

I think it's a couple of things at once. One is that fermentation is an analogy for arousal. Another is that, in talking about sushi and fish-- things like pickled herring, etc., as well that also are about preserving fish-- there's also a romantic sense to it. They've been together a long time. Food that can be made to age-- wine, cheese, pickled and preserved fish and other food, etc..-- is food that lasts a long time, if not as long as they do. It's bits of the past carrying into the present. Still another aspect to it would be a nod to delayed gratification. If a food involves fermentation and can last longer than most other food, it's analogous to aspects of things like edging that are alluded to in a half-dozen or so different scenes.

The last reason, though, could be because it reminds them of 597 AD and the brief bit of ferment/foment/frumenty wordplay confusion.

I wrote about this at one point I think already but the jokes in this scene are based around the fact that they both keep saying or thinking of words that sound like "ferment." Crowley says he's "spreading foment"-- a word that does mean spreading discord but also is used to describe oils/potions applied with warm water. Foment is bath soaks and Crowley is super uncomfortable in that suits and knows Aziraphale is too so he's all let's quit and go take a bath.

Aziraphale gets that Crowley is wordplay-flirting with him (showing up and posing with "and you have found your [little] death" made that a bit clear) but he is confused by what the hell foment is because they usually flirt in food terms. Aziraphale thinks Crowley is going for a food euphemism-- "is that some kind of porridge?"-- because there was a new porridge called frumenty that had come up around the same time and that sounds like a word that Aziraphale could see Crowley using-- it's food, it's phonetically linked to fruit, even!-- but Crowley clarifies that, no, he was using foment. What is extra-confusing is that both words link to ferment and the process of fermentation, which is already a thing for them.

Crowley makes his meaning more clear and they figure out what each other is saying but it's a fun scene because Aziraphale just assuming that Crowley was trying to food-flirt with him then makes this one of the scenes in the series that make it more obvious that they are, in fact, doing just that. (Otherwise, you have to think that Aziraphale thought Crowley got dressed in a knight's outfit and schlepped around a damp woods spreading actual porridge and why on Earth would Aziraphale think that was an actual answer to what Crowley was up to? lol)

Later scenes suggest that it's in 597 AD as a result of the ferment/foment/frumenty conversation that Crowley and Aziraphale experimented and figured out the truth about their ability to do miracles and this is suggested in a few places, like we looked at in other metas, as to be how they figured out they could have all the sex without killing each other. That... seems like it would place fermentation in a pretty revered position in Ineffable Husbands Speak lol so whether they're getting sushi from a restaurant or making it at home, fish with a history related to fermentation seems like it would be top of the list for sexy dinner night.

One of the other jokes about fermented food in the series is about one of the most famous examples of it-- kimchi-- and it's the one in the scene where Aziraphale possesses Madame Tracy during one of her "psychic sessions." Crowley and Aziraphale refer to possession in highly-sexualized terms, to the point that when Aziraphale appeared to Crowley after being discorporated and they started talking about Aziraphale needing to possess someone to get back to Earth, the "receptive body", etc. innuendo is just blatant and not at all coded.

Brenda chose to take the time Aziraphale gave her to speak to her husband to go on to Ron about how scandalized she was to be served Korean food at the wedding she recently attended and it's when she starts to talk about "the kimchi" being brought out, that is when Ron finally flips out and loses it at her from beyond the grave, right? Poor Ron never got any fermentation in life and he's not about to keep being tormented in death. 😂 Not exactly an example of true passion, Brenda and Her Ron were...

After the whole interlude is over, we hear King of All Fermenting Aziraphale pause and then dryly remark: "Wasn't that touching?" Hilarious in its own right and a comment that Crowley would have found even funnier, since neither touching sentiment nor physical touching seemed to be very prevalent in the sad marriage of Brenda and Ron. They could have done with eating a bit more kimchi.

I do think Crowley & Aziraphale would differentiate between homemade and restaurant sushi, if only for the fun with messing with the words-- because I think they subtly actually already are from some other scenes in the series.

We heard in S2 that one of their alternate rendezvous spots is The British Museum Cafe, which is pretty hilarious from an euphemistic standpoint. They had to pick a place that they could be said to have just been in at the same time should they get caught and also museums are the indoor versions of public parks in spycraft stories but we've also seen them use restaurant/cafe/place that provides food euphemistically for a lover. The two of them meeting each other in secret in the cafe of The British Museum when they are literally older than dirt is just very funny. What kind of cafes are they to each other? The kind related to the stuff that's been here forever-- the ones that provide coffee and lunch and snacks amongst all the fossils and ancient art.

Cafe and restaurant-- like rendezvous-- are also obviously French loaner words in English; they are French words that have been absorbed into common use in English. When you say them in a sentence, you are, technically, speaking two languages at once. There is a technical name for that and it's related to something that lives in plain sight in the bookshop so we'll come back to that in a second...

Cafe is also obviously the French word for coffee. Coffee, in GO, seems to live at the symbolic intersection of sex and America. (A very complicated intersection lol.) There are other posts around these parts about coffee and its role in the American Revolution and all the American symbolism in Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death in S2. Coffee as a beverage in the whole food-and-drink thing, though, is a drink produced by grinding together coffee beans, which are actually seeds, which really feels like another meta at this point so getting to that Seeds of Destruction post soon...

Crowley and Aziraphale are actually also drinking coffee after wine at The Ritz in S1 and Crowley is being pouty about Aziraphale having put him on half-rations of late while in his angel feelings and not talking to him about those feelings as much as Crowley would like when he tells Nina this is what he wants to drink:

Share them frozen peas, Aziraphale... Anyway, if that's restaurants and cafes, then do they also already have a concept of home? I think they do and we can see it in some of the words they're using.

The word home itself has a rather interesting history, especially from a GO-related perspective. It's related to the root words of ham and hem (food/seamstressing.) You can see some of that linguistic history still remaining to this day in what we call a little human settlement that isn't quite as big as a full-on town-- a hamlet.

Yes, really lol. Of all the plays for them to have attended, eh? Yet another reason for it having been Hamlet, in addition to the content of the play itself. (My favorite being that Burbage is mixed in louder around them at The pangs of despised love/the law's delay/the insolence of office and the spurns... Yep.) Whickber Street could also be described as a hamlet within London Soho and Aziraphale is largely responsible for having developed it. But what about the bookshop itself? Is it a home for both of them within the hamlet?

You've undoubtedly heard the idiom "home is where you hang your hat" and we've seen in several scenes that the in-universe explanation for Terry Pratchett's hat hanging on Aziraphale's hatstand in the bookshop is that it's Crowley's hat from 1941. This isn't just a visual, literal execution of that idiom but also a different joke related to the hatstand, not the hat, and wordplay.

One, old-time-y word for a coat rack/hat stand like Aziraphale has in the bookshop is a portmanteau. This word means a half-dozen different things, including also a large, old-fashioned trunk that would have been used as a suitcase. While these are literal things-- physical objects-- the word portmanteau also has meanings when it comes to languages.

In linguistics, the word portmanteau can be used to refer to two different kinds of language things, both of which involve words that are blended together.

When we use words from more than one language in a sentence together, the sentence could be defined as a portmanteau. Most of us make these kinds of sentences without consciously intending to do so and fairly often-- especially with relation to food. Like the use of the words restaurant and cafe in sentences spoken in English that we mentioned above.

Aziraphale is actually making a pun about portmanteaus in S2 when he uses jardiniere in his French sentence because the word jardiniere exists in French but is also a loaner word in English, where it has come to mean a garden box/flower planter. It's French that was adopted into English, which altered its meaning a bit, and then Aziraphale puts it back into the sentence he's speaking-- which is all otherwise in French-- but using its English-language-derived meaning to form the innuendo. He's made a portmanteau in the process.

This isn't the only linguistic meaning of portmanteau, though. The other is actually the even more commonly used one and it's a word that is created out of mashing up two or more words together. One example is popsicle (pop, as in soda pop + icicle = popsicle) which is the American word for one of the desserts they buy during the body swap scene in the park. Another relevant to Crowley and Aziraphale is breakfast (break + fast, the meal they're getting-- no matter the time of day lol-- when it's been a minute since they were together but which, ironically, it doesn't seem they actually have a lot when it comes to literal food itself, since there's suggestion that they're not usually together in the mornings.)

A portmanteau-the-hat-stand is also an umbrella stand... The S2 posters with the umbrellas... Frou frou cocktails with little umbrellas... All of these things-- hats, umbrellas, wings, etc..-- provide the same function as another word we've heard recently:

They're all canopies... and so is the bookshop, really, as it's a form of shelter that keeps them safe and under the roof of which they've probably had their share of vavoomy kisses... The portmanteau where Crowley hangs his hat in the bookshop-- a place full of words in books and wordplay with his partner-- is a physical representation of wordplay that relates to the word used to describe different words and languages blended together, like how they're trying to do together as best as they can through the bonkers circumstances we've seen them in.

But we're not quite done with a concept of home yet because let's go back to ham for a minute... So, we talk about fish a lot in these here parts but not so much about jokes related to meat and since ham is now home, let's get into the meat and potatoes of it. (*groan* I know... that one was beneath me lol.)

In S2, meat became a whole damn thing after we had the ox ribs scene, right? The first food Aziraphale ever ate was (a lot of) meat, which feels right and just for the self-proclaimed The Southern Pansy... but meat had been lingering around in the wordplay already for a bit-- including in God's intro to Crowley & Aziraphale in S1.

The word meat is, of course, a homophone for the word meet.

Just as God uses "quarter" twice in her opening monologue in 1.01 and encourages us to look at multiple meanings of words in doing so, She uses "meeting" twice in her intro to the St. James' Park scene that serves as a paragraph of language lessons in Ineffable Husbands Speak. The word is used in the first and last sentences and with relation to the multiple meanings of clandestine meetings that are happening on and under the surface-- secret agents, secret lovers, and secret language within the world of both of those.

While there's the secret agent comparison happening, there's also the other connotation of a secret meeting and God encourages us to bring in historical context to what's happening on the surface by saying that St. James' Park "is and always has been" the best place in London for a clandestine meeting. It doesn't take more than a brief Google search to learn that St. James' Park was originally one of the most notorious hookup parks of history-- making it then already amusing in S1 when God then finishes her intro by saying that Crowley and Aziraphale "have been meeting here" in St. James' Park "for quite some time." After S2, though, this is even funnier.

Meeting here, did you say, God?

Probably also worth mentioning that another way to have said that sentence is "Crowley and Aziraphale have been coming here for quite some time" since you go to a meeting and... yeah lol.

Or, in S2, when Aziraphale flirts with Crowley during the party they're having in their home by telling him that he was hosting a business meeting and then holds out a tray of vol-au-vents in a knowing imitation of how Crowley once did with the ox ribs.

As we all know, ham is meat that comes from a pig. When you crisp that meat up, it's called something else-- bacon. The word bacon comes from the same root words as that of the word back-- a word with two meanings that cross together when it comes to a sense of home made with a romantic partner.

We have bacon coming from the word back as a noun-- referring to a part of the body-- but the word back is also a verb that refers to returning to a place. This is referred to more frequently as coming back and now we've, well, come back to wordplay around the verb to come... not unexpectedly lol. Your home is the place where you hang your hat and to which you keep returning.

Crowley leaves the house during the 2.01 argument and then returns and dramatically announces: "I'm back."

The bacon has come back home, should Aziraphale wish for any makeup meating at any time. Glasses off and everything.

Aziraphale drolly replies: "Yes. I can see that."

"I can (container, often for food) see (homophone: sea) that (contains hat)." Welcome home, dear. Guess who will be doing a dance?

Remember Muriel in the tie-in notes describing Crowley as "grumpy + nice" and musing that this new word could be called "grice"?

As we looked at in another meta, the word already exists and a grice is a pig. And Harmony describing Crowley as "a swine" in 1941? It's from pigs that we get ham (home) and bacon (coming back, returning to that home) and Crowley and Aziraphale keep being tied to pigs... which is a word that can also be used to refer to those with a dirty sense of humor.

Furthering that, there is the other, non-pig definition of grice, which refers to being someone who is very enthusiastic about trains.

Within grice though is also, of course, the word rice...

...and ice, which replaced fermentation in fish preservation...

...and, so, back at the sushi we arrive. 🐠

Meta the Ask references for anyone who is wondering what we're on about regarding fish:

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens meta #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands speak #etymology

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While I do enjoy the theory/headcanon of Crowley not eating because he was cursed for his food to turn to dust/taste like dust (that's a theory people have right- I'm not imagining it?) I feel like it's a bit simpler.

I feel like for Crowley it's just too much of a hassle really. Like he doesn't hate it and he'll try food if it looks interesting. But I feel like for him it's as interesting or satisfying as waiting for your dentist with that thingy holding your mouth open. It just isn't all that fun for him. For various reasons.

(Aka: My Headcanon as to why Crowley doesn't like food + foods I feel like he enioys)

1. Tongues and Teeth

- I feel like Crowley probably ended up constantly biting his tongue whenever he did eat. Not even little bites either. Those deep bites you can feel in your ear.

- I also think he must've been annoyed with food stuck in his teeth

- I feel as though he also just doesn't like the way certain foods leave a film over your tongue and/or teeth

2. Temperatures and Food Safety

- Many foods that are only safe to eat hot, Crowley like best cold or/raw

- Many foods that would be ruined if heated up, he likes them best hot

- And I'm sure there's at least two inedible (to humans) things that he'd love to have cooked in with an edible good item

- None of these things would kill Crowley. But Crowley doesn't cook. And there are very few chefs in the world who'll make you "Boiled ice cream" or "Egg yolk cereal" or "Lomein Noodles with General Tso Erasers"

3. Textures

- Textures are too unexpected for him cause he has a hard time guessing what they could be just by looking at them

- He doesn't like one texture randomly interrupting the one he's already gotten used to- especially when it's not meant to be there. So say he's eating chicken and there's suddenly a crunch

4. Chewing

- He finds chewing boring

- He feels like it makes eating a task

- I feel like once he decided to just swallow foods instead of chewing them. And food certain things it worked

- He would take the food, let it rest on his tongue. Maybe swish it around his mouth, and then swallow

- But I feel like he did in fact choke and it was the most embarrassing discorporation hell had seen for YEARS

- "What's the point of the stupid digestive system if you've gotta chew whatever goes through it first?!" He had grumbled "The esoph..sofo...sif...FOOD TUBE THING shouldn't be subjected to the sloppy seconds of bloody mouth bones!"

For foods Crowley likes, I believe they've got to be prepared by the same chef the exact same way it was when he first had it and he always uses minor miracles to ensure it happens. It was always a shame when a good chef passed away. And if that chefs family ended up inheriting a large sum of money from a mysterious person with red hair and dark glasses at the funeral- don't look at Crowley. Why would he know anything about that.

Foods I think Crowley might enjoy:

- Smoothies! I feel he had a smoothie phase at one point

- Cut up fruits

- Soups

- Deboned Raw Fish

- Spicy Noodles

- Rice

- Boiled Ice Cream

- Seaweed

- Whatever foods Aziraphale cooks (whenever Aziraphale remembers he can cook that is). He often wonders if Aziraphale puts miracles on his food or if the angel is really just that good at knowing what Crowley might like.

On the topic of Aziraphale: He LOVES watching Aziraphale eat. Well not LOVES...more like...it fascinates him. For three reasons

1) Eating is one of the few times Aziraphale is properly at ease and allows himself to selfishly enjoy something without worrying about what heaven might say. Seeing the Angel indulge (so much so that he makes sounds and does little wiggles) puts Crowley at ease. Knowing it was him that introduced him to it makes his heart swell.

2) He's a little self conscious as to how he's so particular about foods (there's no need to be Crowley! You're not alone). So he kind of watches and waits to see if there's anything special Aziraphale is doing that makes him enjoy food so much. Or maybe there's at least one food out there the Angel doesn't like

3) Wouldn't you like to know? (Iykyk)

I didn't mean to type this much...

...Whoops

#my ineffable chattering #Good Omens #Crowley #anthony j crowley #gomens #good omens headcanons #I promise you he ate a bunch of raw egg yolks like cereal once in front of Aziraphale once #He was banned from the bookshop for an excruciating two weeks

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kydeliusofevirwinter · 2 months

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random headcanons because cringe never dies GOOOO

spectril spent his developmental years in urbloom before moving to boulderray

dr ahems favorite food is fish (he would probably enjoy raw fish, nice and fresh)

the whisky the tussler family makes is sold around faeza, and it’s one of the few things boulderay is known for (before the infinghts and such)

spectrils parents are both half orcs

after slique retires from being an infinight, he goes on to write music for the stage

brink tussler is a high elf

mudds hair (and fur) curls when it’s very humid outside (or in the bayou, it’s humid as hell there)

kyborgs least favorite weather is sleet that makes a muddy mess

bart enjoys to eat his fruit frozen (especially by the sea, if it does melt lol)

gum gum has worn the same shorts since he was a kid, they used to be pants but he cut them because they got too short (did anyone else’s parents do this?)

duran actually really does like plants, he’s just really bad at keeping them alive. he’s better at crime then he is at horticulture

(though, he really wishes he was better at horticulture. or at least as good at killing people as his is at killing plants)

spectrils boots work by tapping the heels together, sometimes he absentmindedly does it even when he’s not wearing the boots

(he also has a tendency to just go invisible to avoid his responsibilities)

in evirwinter culture, the higher one wears their hair signifies how deep in grief they are. different braided patterns symbolize to whom / what they grieve. these intricate braids are special because they are impossible to do by oneself, requiring the help of others

kyborg either sleeps flat on his back or clinging onto something. if he ever gets comfortable somewhere, he’ll sleep without his arm

gum gum, bart, and kyborg have probably never had pineapple, which is a shame because pineapple is so good

gum gum loves the spring and will pick up drying worms off the sidewalk to fling into damp grass

slique is still close with wilhelm (he taught him music!) and his family. he even babysits pip time to time.

spectril has a bad habit of falling asleep with his boots on (maybe his boots are like the ring from lotr….my precious /j)

paralyte is scary good at darts (eyes)

#tftsd #stinky dragon pod #head canons #oh boy here we go again #duran is here too

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The Giant and the Princess (10/10)

Part 1 | Previous (9)

Author's Note: Most of this section is Chapter 15 of "The Giant," but told from Ajax's perspective.

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Part 10 ------

Ajax was surprised to get a phone call out of the blue from Chester, who hardly ever contacted him except for special occasions. He was even more surprised when Chester informed him that he’d found a girl to call his own, though Chester sounded nervous for an unknown reason. Then again, he was always nervous around his father, so Ajax didn’t think anything of his demeanor. He invited the couple over to his house for dinner.

He was pleased with his son for finally finding a mate: He had begun to despair of ever having grandchildren, with his children remaining bachelors for so long. He tidied up the house for guests while his wife prepared a large, sumptuous meal of ham, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Even though humans were scarce in this world, alternative food options were far more plentiful, and most giants had embraced the art of cooking as opposed to scarfing down their prey raw.

A knock on the door heralded their arrival. Ajax opened the door to find his two sons standing on the porch, but no giantess. “What is this? Where’s the woman?” he questioned with confusion. Chester and Jasper stared up at him stupidly, not responding. Ajax looked down at them, his patience thinning at the odd ruse. He noticed Chester holding a bug or something in his hands. As he squinted with his good eye, he was shocked to see the little creature was a human—a tiny woman. Dark emotions surfaced in his heart as he was reminded of all the countless wrongs he had suffered at the hands of violent, savage humans: the death of the princess, the murder of his father, the mutilation of his face, the loss of his homeland, permanent exile.

“Why did you bring a human here? Is it for dinner? Your mom already cooked something,” he continued sharply. Ajax began to feel sick as he discerned Chester’s true intentions. There was only one possible reason why Chester would’ve brought a human to his residence under the current circumstances.

“That’s... my girlfriend,” Chester choked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Time stopped. Ajax was horrified. He didn’t want to accept the truth. Despite his best efforts to avoid calamity, his son was making the same disastrous mistake he had made in his youth. A flood of painful memories overwhelmed him, to the point where he felt himself falling into an endless vortex of despair. He responded in the only way he knew how to handle his emotions: uncontrolled, explosive, white-hot wrath.

“WHAT?!” he bellowed, losing his temper. He shot a scathing glare down at the human, then at Chester, his idiot son. He lashed out, slugging Chester in the side of the head. The smaller giant crumbled to the ground, his girlfriend slipping out of his hands and tumbling down onto his belly. Jasper caught his brother before his skull cracked on the pavement. Fuming, Ajax separated himself from the situation, slamming the door closed and stomping off into the house. He felt like crying. A phantom pain throbbed in the empty socket under his eyepatch, a grisly reminder of his ugly past.

“Ajax, what’s the matter?” his wife asked, entering the foyer. “I heard yelling. Why did you slam the door?”

Ajax clenched and unclenched his hands into fists, seething. “Our son… our son… is dating a human!” he barked. The statement tasted bitter on his tongue.

“What?” she gasped, incredulous. “How in the hell...?”

Jasper stormed in, shutting the door behind him. “Dad, what is wrong with you? Why would you do that?” he shouted. Ajax flipped around like an enraged bull and punched him in the shoulder, knocking him back into the wall with a thump.

“Don’t you question me, boy!” he snapped. “Respect your father!”

To his shock, Jasper recovered and stood his ground. “How can I respect you when all you do is lash out like this?” he retorted fiercely, fire in his eyes. “There’s a reason why Chester and I hardly come to visit anymore!”

Ajax gaped, momentarily stunned, but his wrath flared up again with explosive heat. “It’s because I’ve been cursed with weak sons who consort with humans!” he spat viciously.

“Why do you hate humans so much anyways?” Jasper yelled back. “That war was hundreds of years ago! Chester’s new girlfriend had nothing to do with it! Get over it already, sheesh!”

“They ruined my life!” Ajax screamed, his face turning livid. He slammed his fist down on some nearby furniture for emphasis. “They killed my father! They took everything from me!” He couldn’t bring himself to speak of the tiny princess he’d lost, who had died such a gruesome death at his own hands. He couldn’t bear it.

“My entire family was slaughtered,” his wife interjected, her voice soft with sadness. Ajax felt her delicate hands intertwine his thick hairy arm.

“Gwen...” He softened as he turned to hold her against him. Her head rested against his broad chest. She was small for a giantess, small when compared to him. She reminded him, vaguely, of someone else he once knew, though he would never admit it to her. Despite marrying her, a shameful part of him had never moved on from his first love. He tightened his arms around her.

“Jasper,” she continued, turning to her son, “Dating a human is folly. They are wretched creatures, every last one. They may seem harmless with their size, but they are treacherous at heart. And in the end, they are not fit to coexist with us.”

Jasper sighed and rubbed his aching shoulder, where a bruise was starting to form. “Look, I think Chester is a little touched in the head for falling in love with a human, but can you at least give her a chance? She’s a sweet girl, really. You might like her.” Ajax grunted with disgust and stomped off into the other room.

His mother huffed. “Alright. Bring them in,” she agreed, with obvious reluctance.

Ajax stayed in the other room, struggling to contain his out-of-control emotions. He vacillated between ire and grief, indignation and guilt. He never truly forgave himself for eating his miniature lover, nor did he accept her death. He’d never spoken of her to anyone after all these centuries, not even his current wife. He blamed humans for all the things that had gone wrong, but deep down he knew he was just as responsible, and he couldn’t bear the burden of his shame. The fact that his foolish son was now following in his footsteps, doomed to suffer the same lamentable fate and hardships, brought him fresh pain. Humans and giants were proven to be incompatible; Ajax knew things wouldn’t end well.

He listened to the conversation in the other room, as Chester introduced his new girlfriend Jackie to his mother. “Mother, you’re being rude. I love her. If you can’t respect that we are going to leave now,” Chester proclaimed. Ajax was surprised to hear Chester stand up for himself for once—and for his tiny girl. His impassioned tone, so different from his usual meek attitude around his parents, underscored the depth of his tender feelings.

“You really mean that?” Ajax questioned, stepping into the doorway. He lumbered over to his son.

Chester didn’t waver, glaring proudly up at his huge father. “Yes. With all my heart.”

“Let me see her,” Ajax insisted, holding out his giant hand. Both Chester and his mini girlfriend turned white as paper. “I won’t harm her. Give her to me.” He flexed his fingers with impatience. Chester looked down at the human in his hand, who seemed about ready to vomit but nodded with determination. His eyes reflected anxiety as he reluctantly relinquished her to his father. She crawled from Chester’s hand, big and soft and warm, to Ajax’s even larger, rougher hand.

Ajax hadn’t held a human without the intention to hurt or eat it in a long time. She was so small in comparison to his palm, her weight inconsequential. He could feel her fragile, diminutive body trembling with fear as her wide eyes stared up at him. His heart beat harder, pounding his ribcage painfully, as he was reminded of his old flame, his precious little princess. He carefully raised her up to eye so he could see her better.

He expected Jackie to cringe or cower in response to his steady gaze, but she didn’t falter. She was obviously terrified, based on the tension in her body and her incontinent shaking, but she maintained eye contact in defiance of her own fright. Ajax was impressed by her courage in his presence; he was fully aware how terrifying his hulking mass was to humans. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk as he watched her expression harden with determined ferocity, which looked silly on such a trivial, wee creature. He chuckled, which seemed to catch her off guard as her minute eyebrows raised in surprise.

Ajax’s mirth faded as he thought of more serious topics. “Do you know why I hate humans?” he asked her. She could only shake her head, too scared to talk. “They took my eye from me,” he explained, pointing to his eyepatch, “and they took my home away. What do you think about that?” Ajax felt the fury inside him waxing, to the point where he was tempted to close his thick fingers around the woman and crush her. He couldn’t even comprehensively vocalize his more severe grievances.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” the tiny woman piped up, finally speaking to him directly. “And it’s tragic the way things turned out. My hope is that giants and humans could live together in harmony. I’m in love with your son, and I want to stay with him here, in the Land of Giants.” Ajax blinked, surprised by her eloquence. He stared down at her with a stern gaze, as if trying to see through her. Even so, her words resonated with him. They painted a dream that was long dead in his heart, but one he could understand, and reminded him of a younger, naive, lovesick version of himself. He could almost imagine his little princess saying a similar phrase to his own parents.

The hard stone walls he built up inside him fragmented along the edges. He grunted and allowed Jackie to return to the safety of her giant boyfriend’s hands. Chester cupped her lovingly to his chest, concealing her from view. “Let’s eat dinner,” Ajax proclaimed, and headed into the dining room, with everyone following behind.

He wasn’t sure what to think anymore, as they all sat around the table and ate dinner. He replayed events in his head as he thought about the distant past, tearing open his scars into bloody wounds anew. He avoided looking at the human, except for sneaking glances at her every once in a while. He missed his little princess, enough to where he wanted to cry as he recalled that he was responsible for her death, by eating her alive. The crop of fresh guilt that corroded his soul resulted in a knee-jerk bloom of hatred and anger as he settled back into his broken feedback loop that he used to cope with his agony. He couldn’t escape as his emotions swirled in familiar patterns, regret and rage and abhorrence, rising in frequency and intensity.

A jealous part of him harbored resentment towards the couple. They had what he had so badly wanted, what he could never have due to his lamentable loss of control. He figured that Chester would eventually succumb to his urges and fatally devour his lover, as he did, but somehow the unconventional couple defied the odds, and the miniature woman survived and even thrived as the years passed. This fact irritated Ajax, in an irrational and petty way. Despite moments of tenderness, Ajax always found a new reason to dislike the human, whether it be that she couldn’t continue his bloodline, or when she miraculously had a child with Chester, that his hybrid grandson turned out pathetic and small. He just couldn’t move on from his past and his trauma, even as he poisoned his young grandson with his own toxic ideology.

In the end, it wasn’t Chester or Jackie that he warmed up to, but his grandson Hunter. Despite the taint of his human blood, he grew into a big strong giant whom Ajax felt he could be proud of. He saw in Hunter his own pain and suffering and rage, and commiserated with him. He even told Hunter the tales of his past, stories he never related to anyone else. After all these years, he opened up about his love affair with the tiny princess. By bonding with his own flesh and blood, he was finally able to recover and heal. He could break the cycle and be whole again.

Thanks for reading to the end! If you enjoyed this story, I have a lot more here that you can check out: Writing Masterpost

I have a new story in the works as well that I'm very excited for, chapters will begin releasing on Thursday!

#giant #g/t #giant/tiny #tiny #g/t writing #giant tiny #size difference #g/t story #gt writing #gt story #gianttiny

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n3onstarss · 1 year

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Headcanons; ROTTMNT boys with a sea wolf reader!

relationship(s); Rise turtles x reader (separate obv)

romantic or platonic; romantic

reader type; sea wolf, yokai or mutant doesn't matter

Raphael

Honestly thinks it's endearing!

somehow he pulled you and then finds you as a sea wolf one day

instantly even more smitten cause first he had a cute partner and now said partner is a wolf??

sweet!

he'd take you fishing or swimming as often as a wolf and a turtle can

is glad you're still smaller than him too, he got lucky when you were a small wolf

he got unlucky with all the energy though-

he wants one, ONE, quiet turtle pile and as soon as everyone thinks he's asleep you're rolling on your back and Leo and Donnie are whisper fighting and Mikey is trying to copy you while you both chirp and yip at eachother

why does everyone he knows that's his age have such high energy??

either way, he'd just gather everyone back up and pass out (if that fails, use everyone as a mattress for his upper body to keep them still)

Definitely enjoys sharing fish or swimming activities

"You'd think someone with such pretty fur would hate getting it messy" as you're rolling in mud and swimming in the ocean

Doesn't mind any wolf habits (digging, swimming, growling, shaking water all over on purpose, eating raw fish, etc.) so long as you don't mind his turtle ones (creepily laying at the bottom of the pool like a swamp monster, chirping churning and huffing, he 100% eats bugs, etc.)

Donatello

Finds it intriguing! Sea wolves aren't very well known, especially in NYC, so having you here to observe is interesting

even if, y'know, you're not there to be observed and half your habits aren't related anyways-

He already has a designated pool and sandbox, due to 3 out of 4 living water and/or wanting to dig, and will gladly sit in the pool while you do whatever (wet sand is ick.)

will also release live minnows or fish on cleaning day (AFTER it's clean.) so everyone can go wild and hunt, but mostly you two though

(Leo is still young so his diet is mostly herbivorous, Raph doesn't chase things to hunt and Mikey doesn't even like fish)

Petting your fur, especially if it's soft but either way, quickly becomes a stim or action of comfort.

if something is too stressful or overwhelming he'll kinda wave you over and latch onto your arm.

Constant all nighters! Stargazing, sitting together, hanging out with him while he works on projects, video games. you name it he'll do it!

"You HAVE to stop dragging mud and sand into the pool!"

as if he doesn't also do that-

Will hiss back at you when you growl, even if it's not towards him. it's a either a contest for the loudest or most intimidating or to extra intimidate the person

refuses to share fish with you. it's not that he doesn't like sharing stuff with you, the texture is gross and it's especially bad if you eat it raw. he'll stick to eating pizza and OCCASIONALLY frogs to freak Mikey out

Leonardo

Oh he LOVES it!!

you're soft and you swim and you're probably high energy and ough

match made in hell /pos

you both would annoy the shit out of everyone

running laps like that one meme of the person bouncing off the walls

constantly begs Raph for things and if it doesn't work asks you to help him puppy eyes his way into it (which is fine cause it's usually something you both like)

actually talks to you about his insecurities 😱

but seriously, he trusts you with his life and will fight beside you in battle every chance he gets no matter what

Donnie needs a portal mid battle? you're coming too. You're chasing a villain down? it doesn't matter that you're faster, he's coming too. never leaves your side if he can help it

will let you flop over him or will flop on you. constantly makes 'this blanket is rumbling' or 'this mattress is so boney' jokes

"Their fur is so soft cause it's full of secrets." will make mean girls references about your fur, especially if you just went swimming and shook off so now you're all poofy

Back and forth bad puns.

Will swim or fish with you at any time! loves spending time with you in both of your elements

purposefully breaks into fancy ass hotels with you to use the pools there, it lets you swim in salt water and him in fresh!

Loves when you shake off in his direction, he thinks it's funny, and he'll do it right back!

Michelangelo

Adores it! big fluffy partner :)

will make you try any fish related cuisine he decides to test out!

refuses to swim with you. box turtles hate water and, while he can deal with it, he'd prefer not to most of the time

He will, however, make everyone go to a pond or something for a barbeque/picnic and then you both get to do what you like together!

loves cuddles and will tackle you whenever you enter the lair-

Bounces off the wall occasionally, brings you down to Earth other times though

he's definitely come up with some fun battle tactics that combine your strengths! One of which is wolf-o-rama, which is just whip-o-rama but you're clinging for dear life to the chains and being thrown at the villain-

It's that one dynamic where the bigger one is less scary than the smaller one and it's the funniest thing to the Hamato household

Lights candles because he knows your sense of smell is stronger and the sewers suck.

"Look at them and tell me there's a god!"

insists your insane as a joke but loves you for it at the same time

will gladly spend all night drawing and watching cartoons!!

#sorry Mikeys list is shorter #im not good at writing him yet-#tmnt x reader #raphael x reader #donatello x reader #leonardo x reader #michelangelo x reader #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt x reader

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we-will-be-reun1ted · 7 months

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Aether is the one that makes their food the majority of the time and is less impulsive than Lumine, usually there to point out flaws in her plans/ideas because if she executed them they'd have horrible consequences that she was aware of but didn't actually process.

Lumine has to drag Aether off of every tall tree/building because the rat won't stop climbing everything he sees and she's sick of it. She's thrown rocks at him to make him come down. She's also the one that made their clothes and the one who properly learnt how to fight and taught Aether how to do so (which is why she's a faster fighter than Aether, while Aether is a strong defender)

I like to think their wings, even if not physically attached to their bodies, are still very much part of their bodies due to it being tied to their powers. So they can feel and move the wings just like any winged creature. They also feel the subtilties in atmospheric changes with them and can easily recognize wind currents and where they're going (results in wings being very sensitive to touch)

Bodies are Much warmer temperatures because they're star creatures and also need the heat for when they're flying through space. They're both also pretty light for the whole flying thing.

I like to think that if they get Extremely upset/desperate, they'll full on unleash the raw power of a star on someone (unknown god) as a last resort, though it takes up a Ton of energy and tires them out greatly.

The glowing spots on their clothes (chest, wrists, knees for aether. Those things) are glow spots they have on their bodies because of the whole star people thing. Those areas are probably much warmer than the other body parts too.

Based on voicelines from characters and just how the game works; i also believe that Aether prefers to use sign language around people but will verbally speak if comfortable enough or when fully alone with someone he fully trusts (like Lumine or Paimon)

Sorry for the big text i just have a lot of thoughts about these two twins and saw that you do too and am now throwing them at you. I have more but brain is starting to lag

woah Woah WOAH HELLO THERE??? This is the first time anyone has sent their headcanons to me oh my god??? I’m absolutely buzzing this is fantastic! Hi!!

Okay okay I’m gonna answer this in sections cause this is a lot of writing. Im actually so excited to reply to this wtf

Food/Impulse

Okay this one fits in absolutely perfectly to my headcanons. Aether makes most of their food due to Lumine not having the patience for it. She can cook she’s a good cook but with her cooking it would turn into an episode of Gordon Ramsay Hells Kitchen hella fast.

Honestly it’s better to not have Lumine around when making food at all. She will try to take over and get really pissed off if everything isn’t done exactly how she would do it.

This is Lumine after Aether takes a fish off the fire exactly five seconds before she tells him to take it off:

Aether is patient. Aether can make a salad without almost breaking the bowl.

And I also agree with the impulse one! I feel like Lumine usually comes up with a lot of the plans for anything they do. Exploring a world, fighting something, escaping something yada yada.

Aethers the one who gives her a lot of advice for it and ‘polishes the plan up’ so to say. As you said Lumine is very impulsive and in the heat of the moment will go with the first thing she thinks about rather than giving it serious thought. That’s why Aether is there. He tries to help calm her down and tell her the flaws of the plan and what would/could happen if she went through with it.

And THATS why traveler Lumine gets into so much shit CONSTANTLY. Her brother isn’t around to be her fucking BABYSITTER. She stuck helping fucking aranaras constantly I hate those stupid aranaras.

Climbing/Clothes/Fighting

THE RAT HELP oh my god you’ve made me giggle with that. I absolutely love this headcanon it’s fantastic I can picture her throwing rocks at him while Aether hangs onto the branch of a tree like a stray cat.

Personally in my eyes they are both a HUGE chaotic duo when they are together so they would both be constantly trying to climb shit and probably getting stuck.

They see tall building and immediately look at each other like 😏

The amount of places they have been banned from for climbing shit is astonishing. It could fill up a small planet in itself.

Oh my god you know I haven’t properly thought about their clothes and I like your idea. I feel like she would of purposely given them inverted themes so they could be matching in a subtle sense while still going with both of their personal styles.

She tried to teach Aether to sew but he kept pricking himself with the needle 💔

Ooooh okokok right this is genuinely just stuff I’ve made up in my silly mind but okay so

I’m my little headcanon lore thingy they were both taught to fight by little guardians/teachers in a world (worlds???) they went to. Originally both being taught the opposite - Aether fighting and Lumine defending until they both started teaching each other their moves and excelled in the opposite things. I can 100% see Lumine teaching Aether to fight though.

Wings

Okay I don’t have much to say here other than i completely agree with absolutely everything you just said. Adding in that I feel like their wings were gifted to them by one of the first planets they came across and helped! This was eons ago so the two have gotten extremely accustomed to flying and feeling through their wings, though I feel like the two can make their wings disappear and reappear. Kinda like when the traveler throws the sword behind their back and it just appears in their hand then they are fighting.

Also! Aethers wings being made from sunlight and Lumines wings being made from moonlight 🫶

Oh my god imagine they made a little language through their wings if one or both isn’t able to speak? Like one flutter means stop, two means attack etc etc stuff like that!

Temperature

I deffo see this, though I feel like their bodies are way more adapted to the cold rather than the warm. It’s INCREDIBLY cold in space which is where the two spend the most of their time and where they technically live. Their bodies have adapted to the cold and can absorb heat from planets the go to and kind of store it?? Kind of like a little thermal radiator.

Power

Oh oh I like this this is interesting. What do you headcanon that to be like? Like what kind of power do you think they have when they get so desperate?

Language/Speaking

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE HEADCANON I have no idea why but I absolutely love this wtf?? I can totally see him doing that.

Okok my version of this IS the twins have their own language. They can both learn to speak other languages pretty fast, but it takes a bit of time. So in the meantime they (the traveler) allow Paimon to talk for them and translate it and only talk when necessary and when they know what to say.

I ALSO feel like around each other the twins have this kind of telapathic connection (you know what they say about twin telepathy and such) and so sometimes don’t need to speak to each other to talk. They can communicate through knowing what the other is thinking and feeling and through touch and stuff like that.

The two have deffo gone through days of not speaking and just talking through thoughts and such, when out of nowhere one of them will break it by just saying the most out of context shit and making the other jump out of their skin.

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No please do NOT apologise this made me so happy to answer! I love hearing any and all headcanons about the twins they are my BIGGEST hyperfixation at the moment. Feel free to send even more! That goes for absolutely anyone. Thank you so much for sending this to me :D

#genshin #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #lumine headcanons #aether #aether headcanons #lumine and aether #aether and lumine #genshin traveler #genshin twins #genshin headcanons #starcrossed headcanons #starcrossed asks

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Cleithrophobia - Chapter 6

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 5 Index Chapter 7

Author's Note: yall remember when i said i wanted to have a new chapter out every week? lmao

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

The meat began to sizzle the moment it hit the grill. Well, “grill” ... that was a generous term for it. It was really only an empty terracotta flowerpot, with a bit of coal inside and a grate on top of it. But the important thing was that it worked. You had woken up early to complete your daily tasks on the farm and headed out towards yours and Mars’ new meeting spot before dusk. You quickly set up your grill and allowed the fire to heat it thoroughly before removing the skewers and marinated cubes of beef from the freezer bag you had prepared the night before. Afterwards, you prepared them and the vegetarian shish kebabs that you had made for yourself to enjoy.

Mars arrived as he always did. Although he tried to act disinterested in your setup, the curiosity in his eyes betrayed him.

“I don’t know if you’ve ever eaten human food before, but I thought that you might like this,” you admitted sheepishly. The aroma coming from the seared meat may have been tempting, but you would never be able to eat it. You removed it, the doneness quite rare, and offered the kebab to him. “It’s very hot, though, so wait for a moment first!”

“What the hell is this...?” he asked as he waited for the heat to subside. He sniffed it and flinched. Then he glanced at you, and hesitantly took a bite. Almost immediately, his face contorted into one of pure disgust and he spat the cube of meat out. “Ugh, what the hell is this?!”

“Uhm, it’s... uh...” You didn’t know how to justify it. His eating had always disgusted you, but sometimes he seemed so human that you had thought that he may enjoy some of the things that humans did. Eating cooked meat, for instance. But did you want to share a human experience with him, or did you want him to stop doing something that bothered you? Suddenly unsure of your true intentions, and feeling embarrassed at the awkward situation, you cleared your throat.

“I- I don’t know. I just thought...”

He noticed your discomfort. “It’s... you know, it’s very...” He suddenly looked just uncomfortable as you felt. “Here,” he said as he offered you the kebab, “why don’t you have the rest?”

“Thank you,” you said, “But I can’t eat meat.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t...”

“Humans do it all the time-”

“-I just can’t bear to watch it anymore!”

You didn’t mean to admit it, but it was the truth. From the moment you first saw him devour the slabs of beef that you brought him, the whole idea of consuming meat churned your stomach. Unfortunately, he understood the meaning behind your words. Hurt briefly flashed in his eyes before it was replaced with disdain. Without any way to further explain yourself, you dejectedly fished out a raw steak from your bag and handed it towards him.

“Well then,” he scoffed as he grabbed it from your hand and turned to leave, “eat your little leaves like the livestock you are.”

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You tried to ignore the burning in your legs as you awkwardly stood behind a seated Mars, stretched awkwardly over his cephalothorax. You had noticed that his hair was always disheveled, and the heavy mats looked painful. After your previous meeting, you thought that brushing them out would be a nice way to make it up to him.

“Ow! Ugh, how much longer is this going to take?”

“Hold. Still. I’m not going to say it again.”

“This is taking forever!”

“We would’ve been done an hour ago if you just held still. God, you complain more than any child I’ve ever met!”

At least that earned a laugh.

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It was so cold tonight. Giant, soft snowflakes were gently floating through the air as you waited for Mars to appear. He did, and you greeted each other amicably. You sat and talked while he ate, with you keeping your focus on the beautiful sky above you. Your eyes scanned it intensely until you found what you were looking for.

“Right there!” you exclaimed, pointing at a particularly bright star. “That’s Mars!”

“Seriously?”

“Yep!”

“Is that where my name came from?”

“Yes. Every spring, there’s this phenomenon- well, I mean, it’s a theory- where the carbon dioxide under the surface rises out and forms cracks in the ground. The cracks look like giant spiders.”

His face brightened up. “That’s pretty cool! How did you know that?”

“I used to love astronomy.” You looked down at your clasped hands bashfully. “Actually, I thought it was my calling in life.”

He moved a bit closer to you. “What changed?”

Your eyes met his. His bizarre facial features had long stopped bothering you, and looking into his many eyes, there was such a kindness in them that you found yourself telling him about your life. Where you grew up, the people that you loved, and... you told him about your mental breakdown. About running away. About Stan and Laura saving your life. He listened quietly for the whole story, and when you were finished, he remained quiet for a while after that.

“...I’m sorry that happened to you.”

His voice was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it. By this point in time, you had been laying down and watching the stars, and had begun to doze off.

“It’s... it’s alright. It is... something that happened, and I can’t change it now. I just have to keep moving forward.”

“Hmm.”

Again, you two fell into silence, and the drowsiness was creeping back in. You don’t know how long you were sleeping, but when you woke up, Mars was still there, sitting and staring at you intently. You sat up and began stretching your stiff joints.

“Sorry! I didn’t realize how late it was,” you said, “I should get going.”

You began to walk past him, but a rough hand on your arm stopped you.

“You should stay.”

“I can’t. I have work to do in the morning.”

“You should sleep in my den, then.”

From what he’s told you, his den is a glorified hole in the ground. Quite frankly, you had no interest in ever going to it.

“I really can’t. I- please let go- I'm exhausted and freezing, and I need to get home.”

“Well, if you’re cold, then come here.” He said as he harshly pulled you closer to him. You stumbled forward and awkwardly fell into his arms. He began to reposition you so that your back was flush against his chest, but you kept trying to pull yourself free.

“Mars, I’m serious! Please stop!” Both of his hands grasping your forearms, he stopped and stared at you with his irritation visible on his face.

“Mars, I-” you didn’t know how to begin this conversation. It was unpleasant and long overdue. But sometimes he did or said things that you found uncomfortable, and you needed to set a boundary. “Please, if we’re going to be friends, then you need to stop disrespecting me so much.”

He stared at you for a moment longer before his expression changed to one of incredulity. He looked equal parts surprised, frustrated, and hurt. Then it changed, again, into one of rage, and he laughed mockingly.

“Friends?! Is that what we are? Why the fuck would I want to be friends with someone like you?!” He shoved you away from him and rose to his full height. You scrambled to get up from the ground and took a few steps back from him. You hadn’t seen him angry, truly angry, in a while, and had forgotten how scary he could be. You thought that he might storm off, as he usually does, but he wasn’t finished.

“How pathetic. Try to imagine me, me, of anyone, befriending some dumbass bitch who gives up and runs away the second she feels uncomfortable. How funny is that?! Let me tell you, bitch, that I don’t care about your stupid human friendship, especially not with someone as crazy as you are!”

You stood there in shock. He kept rambling, seemingly to himself.

“Ha, ha, ha! This bitch, this mental case, thinks I want to be her friend! What’s even the point, anyway? You’re just gonna snap and run off again like you did to your other friends! Why would I ever want to be friends with someone so unreliable?!”

There were no words to describe how hurt you were. The fact that you had confided something so personal, something so painful, to him, and he was so quick to throw it back in your face... it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you. You began to shake and your eyes were starting to burn.

“Fine then,” you said at last. You had to speak very carefully, knowing that if your voice broke he would only mock you more. “Forget that I said anything.”

There were so many more things that you wanted to say to him, but you quickly made your way out the clearing and back to your cabin without waiting for his reaction. You had to get back home as soon as possible. You knew that Shadow was waiting for you in your cabin, and you had to wait until you were able to hold him close before you could let your bitter tears fall.

#yandere writing #tw yandere #yandere stories #yandere male #yandere #yandere fiction #drider oc x reader #yandere drider #drider x reader #drider #terato x reader #terato #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #cleithrophobia

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rayadraws · 2 months

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Dietary preferences/habits among some of my DND/BG3 characters:

Morwen (dragonborn monk):

Was raised on lean elven foods, probably a lot of grains, meat would have been mostly dried/smoked/otherwise preserved. She would sometimes try to sneak into the food storages to get extra snacks. Even today when she fully decides herself what and when to eat she has a tendency to gorge herself or acquire too much when food is available. Prefers fresh meat over anything else, won't eat poultry or eggs; used to be judgmental towards others for doing so but has learned to accept it.

Cirrus (tiefling sorcerer):

Grew up in the Docks, a poorer side of the city of Baldur's Gate. Parents made sure there was always food on the table, but it was often simple due to a limited budget, typically potatoes, grains, cheap fish. As a teenager he more or less lived off fish and chips from street vendors.

During his time as an adventurer he's often had to sustain himself on whatever scraps the party could find, though things improved over time, in particular once they were back in the city.

During his year in Avernus it was (for him) foreign foods most of the time, he longed for the familiar foods he grew up with but they were rare and expensive in the Hells.

Since coming back to the city for good and settling down with his husband in the Upper City Cirrus has had access to all kinds of fancy cuisine but he still prefers the type of food he grew up with, often visiting the Lower City to buy fish and chips and similar meals.

(He still goes on the occasional quest, but on his and Wyll's terms, now).

(Also the kind of guy who forgets to eat at all, stumbling out of his personal library after realizing he's been in there for hours reading nonstop and now he's starving)

Sorrel (gold dragon):

The first decades of his life he was raised entirely on a pure draconic diet ie. meat and organs, normally raw, to ensure he would grow properly. Once he could take human form he was also introduced to all manners of human cuisine, which is what he mostly lives off nowadays, as it is more efficient than hunting in dragon form as well as offering a much larger variety of flavours and textures.

Sorrel is used to living off travel rations so he likes to indulge himself once he's in a city, often going straight to the first nice tavern he can find to buy a big hearty meal and nice wine to go with it.

He's familiar with a wide variety of foods and drinks thanks to all his wandering/travelling. Sometimes he'll go through the effort of travelling large distances to buy his favourite coffee or kind of seasoning that's used in a particular area, usually such long trips are made in dragon form, making them much faster while also requiring him to be discreet to avoid unwanted attention).

#sorrel #cirrus #morwen #dnd

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harpywritesfic · 9 months

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I crash into your window like a british superspy, except I'm old and my bones protest against me. I stare at Acorn for a moment, who stares back at me with his teeth peeking out slightly, and I reach out to pet him.

"If your mum asks, I came in through the back door. Promise? Good boy."

I place a letter on your bed.

When opened, the top of the letter reads:

Because your ass thought 'glue trap' would make a good writing prompt, of all things.

- KitKat's mum

PS, OK, fine. Turns out it does. But it doesn't make it any less ridiculous. And it's only so because I've enough brain cells to make it into a decent enough story idea.

PSS, What is it with you and weird prompts?

The rest of the letter is a handwritten story:

"You've got to be kidding me." Tony says, incredulous.

"Isn't there any other way?" Stephen asks, exasperation lacing every word. He rubs a hand over his face. The whole situation hasn't been doing very great things to his temper lately.

"No," Wong replies flatly, "There isn't. That's the only way to break the spell."

There is a slight tug at the edge of Wong's lips then, and it's possibly the closest thing to a smile most people can ever get from him. Though a rare sight, Stephen finds himself holding back a scowl of annoyance.

"Unless you prefer to remain stuck together for longer."

Stephen glares at him.

The spell was an accident. He's tempted to gut the novice who did it–like a fish–because of it, but Stephen only resorts to violence when absolutely necessary. Still, he's given them a couple hours worth of a lecture, Wong style, and he thinks that was good enough.

It doesn't fix the problem at hand, however.

Tony just happened to be around when it was casted, something about checking how his 'favourite wizard' was doing. The spell was some sort of 'glue trap', something that sticks two or more people together and forces them to have any sort of physical contact at all times. Like magnets; except inseparable.

Maneuvering around with the spell is hell. Stephen has to link his hand to Tony's whenever he's in the bathroom and the other way around, has to make sure to keep their shoulders touching when asleep (and waking up cuddling, for one reason or another, but they both would always brush it off and assume the spell had acted up and pulled them together), and moving their schedules around to fit each other's was ridiculously horrific.

It gets worse when Wong finally finds a way to reverse the spell–apparently the only way to fix this is for them to kiss.

Stephen finds that ridiculous, and Tony shares the sentiment, so they drop the subject and carry on, acting like everything is normal. None of them address the situation the next few days, carefully dodging the topic away if it ever arises accidentally.

It isn't until one night, when the nightmares are too unbearable and his pride crumbles like the last shards of his sanity, that everything changes. Stephen finds himself crying his heart out on Tony's warm chest. He finds comfort in the way Tony rubs his back slowly with a hand, the way his breath tickles the patch of skin on his neck, the way his heartbeat beats steadily in tandem with his own.

If you asked him after, Stephen would say he isn't sure what he was thinking.

But in that moment, in the dim-lit bedroom where the moonlight streaming down from the window across is their only source of light and the world is asleep outside, when words and tears have rubbed him raw with vulnerability, Stephen couldn't help but reach up to latch his lips onto Tony's in a soft kiss. It takes a moment, but Tony reciprocates, sliding fingers up his neck to cup his jaw softly, angling the kiss deeper.

The spell breaks, and they needn't stick to one another any longer, but that night they become closer than they've ever been before.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KITTY I LOVE YOU😭. I'm so grateful Acorn didn't eat your letter. He is a paper-shredder and when I go through our bills he sits and waits for me to let him destroy one.

What is it with me and weird prompts? There's always something on my mind and I pull from that. If you asked for a random word right now it'd be HRRRRRGH though.

"Unless you prefer to remain stuck together for longer." *they proceed to be stuck together for longer*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAOUIGHEROPWGUIGBUIOEFWQGUOWEDIPUFGVRSGYUIPWEDUI YOU PUT NIGHTMARES!!!!! HOW DID YOU POSSIBLY KNOW?! *shoves fifteen nightmare wips behind me*

IN CONCLUSION I LOVE YOU AND YOU'VE MADE MY DAY

#answered #/kitty #ironstrange #fanfic

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k-roi · 1 year

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Scrapped Rotxo/Kiri (Rotxo x Kiri) Scene from a future Fanfic

Ok. Ok so get this, I’m working on a 5+1 Rotxo/Kiri centric fic, and I start writing times they’ve interacted. Then I’m like shit, when else did they interact other than the intro, bully scene, swim scene? So far so good. AND THEN I LOOK IT UP AND ROTXO WASNT IN AONUNG’S GANG WHO BULLIED KIRI AND LO’AK??

First of all. So good, so good. Makes the ship 10x better in my opinion—IF ONLY I HADNT ALREADY STARTED WRITING MY PROMPT WITH THE BULLYING SCENE.

Whatever, I’m just going to toss it out here TT. The premise of this prompt is 5+1 times Rotxo unknowingly caught and acted on a crush, and the one time he did so knowingly. Supposedly, this was time 2 which I had to have scrapped. Mind you, it’s not edited, lengthened or beta corrected since it’s purely scrap now. Anyways, enjoy!

Rotxo had to admit, bullying the unfamiliar na’vi was kind of a shitty thing to do. Was she different? Yes. Was she a little weird about the ocean? Double yes. Did she have five fingers, a definite mutation that was, in entirely a genetic standpoint, not normal? Triple yes. Did she—okay. He was totally getting off the rail here.

What he was trying to say, was that he felt a little bad cursing at the poor girl. Especially when Aonung took it a little too far and got absolutely beat to hell and back by the tiny forest na’vi who coincidentally had the same odd genetic mutation. Maybe not that little, but, you know. Same thing, they had taken it too far in the end.

He also did not fancy waking up the next morning with a throbbing black eye, so he let Aonung do the heavy punching and just… stayed back. Maybe pulled on Lo’ak’s tail a bit. Grabbed a leg or two.

Look, he didn’t want to look too pathetic in front of her! It was a matter of pride, yes, of pride. He couldn’t look weak infront of the new na’vi and have her think he was just a henchman, or worse.

Rotxo tries to think really hard about anything but him being a henchman. Aonung simply had… specific ideals on how to handle situations. He was just trying to do the good thing and be a supportive bestfriend! He was also the chief’s first born son, so no one was trying that hard to get on his bad side. What? Being his friend gave him some pretty sweet privilages. Like… wow. Maybe Rotxo really was just a henchman, and for no particularily good reason either.

Whatever, he’d deal with that problem later. For now, he’d just worry about getting the shorter forest na’vi off of his friend. Which was proving to be kind of difficult, like he had his claws in Aonung’s skin and refused to be seperated from him. Ugh, even Rotxo in his most desperate days didn’t want to be that close to him.

He must’ve said that out loud though, or at least made a noise of disgust gripping onto Lo’ak’s leg, because at a quick glance he could see the girl giggling, mouth hidden behind a pretty, thin hand. She was looking straight at him, soft laughter filling his ears. His ears burned at the sight.

Yeah, he definitely could not look like an idiot in front of her. Which was why he attempted to push Lo’ak’s legs down and finally end the fight, incapacitate him most likely. Except he got kicked in the knee, repeatedly. Then also straight in the balls.

Eywa, he was really starting to hate the Suli siblings. Almost as much as he hated the Tonowari’s, mischievous and ruthless in whatever they wanted to do. Freaking nepotism babies, Rotxo moaned in his head, curling over in pain. Children of the Olo’eyktan’s were all different breeds of annoyances. He’d definitely get Aonung back for this later, dump raw fish juice on him while he was sleeping for dragging him into this mess.

Yeah, he’d definitely do that, Rotxo mused as he let himself just lay down in the sand, face first. He really did not want to see the pretty forest girl’s reaction to him right now, and he kind of just wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Are you alright?” An unfamiliar but easy to place voice said, sweet timber of her voice settling over his shoulders like a blanket. A hand settled over his shoulder, warmth seeping through. Great. Not only did he get kicked in the balls, had an odd revelation about his relationship with his bestfriend, and was beat by a skinnier and shorter na’vi than he was, but he failed his primary goal of not looking pathetic in front of the girl.

Being one with Eywa sounded real magical right about now, maybe have her turn his bones into dust. From dust we came, to dust we belong, he thought, trying very hard to ignore his embarrassment.

EDIT: since it’s getting attention, if you liked reading this, please consider reading mountain dweller, my rotxo/kiri first date and first kiss fic on ao3! the first and only ao3 fic solely focusing on these two 🥲 ik yall exist where tf are the writers ?? to read it, just click the blue underlined link above, labelled mountain dweller!

#rotxo #kiri sully #kiri #avatar rotxo #rotxo x kiri #kiri x rotxo #atwow #awow #avatar #avatar way of water #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #rotki ? is their ship name rotki. or does kirtxo sound better LMFAO #rotki #text post

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where-is-vivian · 11 months

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Finding Comfort Here

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, comfort (1430 words)

This is a sequel of The Red Servant, another microfic that I did for the word "Swim".

Regulus shifts in his bed. Well, bed. It’s a bit of a big word to qualify the pile of leaves they had managed to gather. It’s the middle of the day, but Regulus can’t sleep more than at night.

It’s been only one week since James and him washed up on this island. They talked a bit. But above all, they spent their time and energy gathering enough things to survive.

They managed to find a little lake of clean water in a cave inside the island — which seemed to, in fact, be bigger than expected. They also managed to find a few fruits, and James goes fishing every afternoon. Regulus wonders how and where he finds the drive to do it every day.

When James is gone somewhere fishing, Regulus tries to build their sort of hut; he adds a roof that has holes in it but well, James doesn’t seem to mind. He adds walls that look like they’re about to crumble, but James doesn’t seem to mind either. He adds a wood bench, he cleans the fire — Regulus managed to make fire, and he believes this is the best thing he’s done here. They can eat cooked fish, instead of eating it raw like they did during the two first days.

But it’s still far from perfect. The “beds” are uncomfortable to no bound.

At least it’s better than when they had to sleep on the sand directly. When he woke up on that beach, a few days ago, his limbs numb and painful, James’ arm around him, standing up had been one of the worst thing he’d experienced.

James didn’t even look disturbed by it all. As if it was not so bad in the end. He was a strong optimist, and Regulus had the opportunity to discover. Though he understood the loss of Regulus’ brother made it hard for him. Regulus and Sirius never had been separated so definitively. Maybe Sirius hadn’t made it. It was hard. They would probably never see each other again.

Even if Regulus and James’ chances to stay alive were increasing every day passing, and even if they were probably going to make it, for what kind of future? Regulus was the contrary of James. He was way too pessimistic, and he knew it.

James walks back into the little recess of trees where Regulus is laying. “Look, Regulus,” He says, proud of what he got, and he shows him three fishes, one of them rather large and colourful. He’s smiling softly at him.

Regulus sits up slowly, leaning back on his arms. “Oh,” He responds firstly. He smiles softly too. “That’s cool.”

Putting his fish away, on the wood ‘table’ Regulus built, James walked to him and crouched. “Are you alright? You don’t look okay.”

Regulus blinked, before shrugging nonchalantly. “I can’t sleep. I’m a bit tired. That’s fine.”

The other looks like he thinks it’s not really fine. “Stand up.”

Quirking an eyebrow, Regulus stands up slowly. James helps him, handing out his hand, and Regulus takes it. Once he’s standing again, Regulus stretches. His clothes are itchy and full of sea salt, scratching his skin. His shirt is lying to dry on a tree, but he still has his pants on. They’re very uncomfortable, but he feels weird about taking them off. James also kept his. Even if they crashed here, they both try to keep what remains of their dignity, Regulus guesses.

James doesn’t let go of his hand, and Regulus blushes at the sight. James leads the walk, so he doesn’t see it anyway; but if he turns back and sees the red on his cheeks, Regulus can still lie and say it’s because of the sun and the too hot temperatures.

Quickly, Regulus recognizes the way to the little lake. He’s glad James is taking him here. Maybe he’ll be able to wash his pants a bit, because they’re full of sand and salt. Maybe a little bit of water will make his bones feel lighter.

When they’re there, bare feet on the strong and wet rock, James finally looks back at him, still with this amazing smile of his.

Yes, if Regulus is one hell of a pessimist, at least he sees James. The only good thing left — or so he believes. He sees him because, well. If he already had a little crush on him when they were still on the Red Servant, it didn’t vanish. James is still beautiful, and now that his smile is for Regulus, and Regulus only, it’s not getting better. It’s impossible not to see James. It’s impossible to not look at him and think; I wish this smile was for me.

Good thing is, Regulus is the only one James can smile to, and for miles around.

So, James smiles, and asks. “Bath time?” He’s still holding Regulus’ hand tightly, for some reason. Regulus is absolutely not against it. “After that we eat, and you sleep.” James gets closer, pushes the hair from Regulus’ forehead, and stares at his face with his gentle brown eyes.

Regulus only nods. His heart is beating so fast and hard he feels it’s beating in his head, leaving no room for any coherent thoughts.

But James doesn’t seem to notice. He slowly leads him to the water, as if Regulus needs to be taken care of — he probably does —, as if he didn’t know the way already — to be fair, with James’ hands on him, he’s so unfocused he could slip and hurt himself —, and when they’re in the water, he drops his hand to cup water, and carefully spilling it on the top of Regulus’ head.

It’s clumsy, and maybe pointless, Regulus could do it himself, but he lets James wash his hair. It’s a nice sensation. He passes his finger through Regulus’ black hair, untangling his curls. Regulus sinks into the feeling. He has water to his shoulders, and his back turned to James.

He looks around; he has to admit it’s pretty. If he wasn’t so worried, Regulus would probably have liked this moment more; but he managed to enjoy it a bit still.

The cave was making a sort of large roof above their heads, but moss and lots of plants had grown on the rock with time, and it made the whole place look like it was out of a dream.

James’ hands moved to his shoulders, slowly, and Regulus’ breath hitched a bit when he started massaging his shoulders. And despite how flustered he felt suddenly, his shoulders relaxed in James’ expert hands.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked lowly, and Regulus prayed he didn’t see the blush on his ears, because he felt his skin burn familiarly everywhere again.

“No,” Regulus managed, without his voice croaking too much.

“Tell me if it’s not good.”

But it was very good, so Regulus slightly shook his head, the following words escaping his mouth. “No, it’s good.”

And so James continued. Regulus wondered why he was doing all of this. But it was so good he didn’t have the strength to ask James, taking the risk of him stopping.

James washed him, and when he was done, he washed himself. Regulus sat on a rock, next to a cascade, feet in the water still, watching the water — and James from time to time. He had lost weight, but he was still looking awfully good. Regulus almost felt bad to take peeks like that, while his brother was probably somewhere, on the sea. Alive, or dead. But… James was pretty. It was making him forget a bit.

Then James took his hand again, and led him back to their little camp. He cooked the fish. Gave the bigger one to Regulus. Smiled at him, and since Regulus wasn’t really the talkative type, he told him about all the corals he saw when he went fishing earlier. Regulus was glad he was talking, instead of letting the silence settle between them.

When the sun was setting, and they were already laying to bed, James turned to Regulus, facing him. So Regulus turned to his side, facing him too.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks James.

“I’m worried for you.”

“Why.”

“Because it’s hard. And because you don’t sleep. And because you probably miss Sirius.”

Regulus doesn’t answer. He knows Sirius and James were friends too. None of this, nothing of what’s happening to them is comfortable. Not their beds, not this island, and neither is their state of mind.

That night, they sleep in each other’s arms.

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