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📀 ; who's invited to the wedding?

ot7-boyfriend!riize x afab!reader (“𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝” 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐄)

contains: fluff, fluff, fluff, cussing, (slight) suggestive tones

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shotaro — “you know my weakness is you.”

You got your phone set up on the tripod in your car as you waited for your boyfriend to finally get in. Seeing his dear little face through the passenger seat window, you’d smile.  knock… knock… you roll down the window to the passenger seat to be met with your boyfriend’s query, “Hi lovely, you’re driving?” “Yes hubby, get in.” As he got in, you would think he didn’t catch what you had just called him, but when you’d finally face him, he’d immediately leave a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, wifey.” You tried playing it off, trying to sound seemingly confused as you replied, “I missed you too, but, wifey?” “Do you not like it? you just called me hubby?” and he would pout ever so slightly. Dang it. Your prank was slowly losing its initiative, why was he being so adorable? eyes shimmering and reflecting the light that bounced off the mirrors of your car, almost as if looking up at you and pleading for an answer.  “I just wanted to try out a TikTok trend…” you’d spew in defeat. “Getting married is a trend on TikTok now?” it was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his voice was three octaves higher.  “We’re not…” well maybe not now. —you thought, but you’d only grow weaker upon seeing the frown on his face. And very faintly, he’d repeat your words in a question. “We’re not?...” “Taro…” “Y/n…” with a warm, gentle grasp on your hand, “Will you marry me?” Your evening would end somewhere dim and cold, where the only warmth you could secure is from each other’s touch, and each other’s voice, and his little giggles when he continued to tease you about it.  “Got tired of baby so you wanted to call me hubby already?” he’d coo on you, pinching one of your flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute, my wifey.” Whatever your answer was, the camera did not catch it —props to you for forgetting to hit the record button.

eunseok — “black shadow is married, it's canon.”

His eyes displayed skepticism, yet he wore a smirk. You had set up your front camera in front of you both, seated next to each other on the floor in front of the coffee table. He watched your sheepish smile grow wider when you had settled yourself next to him after hitting record. “What’s that for?” he’d ask, almost in a laugh.  “So I’ve been seeing this little trend on TikTok…” you’d look at him for a short while to see his reaction. “Okay Miss-chronically-online.” he tittered at your glaring eyes, despite your attempts to look intimidating, he only found you cute. “I was kidding, go on love.” “So as I was saying—” you’d look into the camera, “So my husband is here to tell us about the things he found interesting about me.” You’d see his widened eyes, lips forming a bashful and downturned smile.  “So Seok, go tell them.” After a long blink and a deep inhale, he would look right into the camera, “Well, first of all, I think you in your wedding dress would be quite interesting.” And for a minute you —almost— forgot this was supposed to be a prank. “What do you mean?” you laughed at him. “I’m your husband.”  Say that again, please. —you’d think to yourself. “Seok, it was an accident!” a sweet and soft giggle leaves your mouth, “Okay, okay, for real now, tell them what got you interested in me.” He might’ve looked crazy in the eyes of the unknowing, but he was too in love to even care. Chuckling to himself, he’d repeat the words he’d want to hear everyday for the rest of his life, and only from you, “Husband…”

sungchan — “babies don't come from the sky.”

Off the bat, he’d find it incredibly amusing that you’d ask him to film a TikTok with you. He’d had his few every-other-day scrolls on the app, but this time he wasn’t quite sure of what you were bringing him in for.  “Sit down, Chan, I'm gonna hit record.” you spoke to his tall figure that stood in front of you at the foot end of your bed.  “What are we doing?” he very innocently questions.  “We’re gonna unbox something, now sit your ass down.” you looked up at him, and soon with a sulking face as you pleaded, “Please? we’ll be quick, then we could do the thing you wanted to try.” He immediately got himself seated next to you on the soft mattress. “Alright, let’s go!” You chuckle, taking out a box of something —something you didn’t put much thought into, anyways, it would only serve as a disguise for the actual purpose of the rolling camera.  “Can I open it?” you nod at his question.  But then you’d abruptly stop him. “Oh, wait! show it to the camera.” He’d hesitantly —and quite sheepishly— bring himself, then the box closer to the camera, giving it a little 360 of the box. “So what my husband is holding right there is the very exclusive—” “Are you pregnant?” “What?” you were visibly taken aback by his ‘question’, in hindsight it could be funny, but it would send anyone to shock, quite possibly a coma —you thought. “I am not Mister!” “Oh. Then. Why. Husband.” you pressed your lips together, suppressing a laugh. “Ah, I see how it is… you’re tryna get me to give you a baby.” “Jung Sungchan?” “The bed’s right here babe.” “You are vile.”

wonbin — “make-up or make love?”

“Please Binnie, I’m gonna make you look so pretty, I promise!”  It’s been a good ten minutes of you pleading with your beautiful boyfriend to film a make-over TikTok, with a hidden motive of course. He’d finally give up after your seventy-eighth please. “Fine, just 'cause I owe you one.” he’d utter, letting out a beaten exhale. You’d have him sitting right in front of your phone, like a vanity. Well, while make-up would usually come easy, it would only be difficult when he’d keep his eyes on yours that were so concentrated on making sure you were in fact making him look like a pretty little princess —if he already wasn’t one—  and if you suddenly shift forward and the shorter strands of your hair fall at the sides of your face, his finger would glide against the skin on your face, tucking the hair behind your ear.  “Wonbin.” “Why baby?” “You’re distracting me.” He’d let out a cocky laugh. “Really?” You made sure you’d finish his make up soon, so you could finally proceed with your plan. With your brush softly sweeping against his cheek for the last time, you’d put your stuff aside, hitting the record button for the final time.  “So here’s the final product, as you can see, my husband is looking really pretty, right?” your eyes would avert from your phone to your boyfriend. “What do you think baby?” Not so cocky now huh? —a smirk would spread across your lips as you eyed his rosy face. A smile was threatening to crack out of him, but out of utter bewilderment, he’d gulp and stutter, “W-wait, did you just— husband? me?” “Oh, that? sorry baby, I meant to say boyfriend, my bad, let’s restart—” “No, no. Keep that.” He’d reach out for your hand, his soft, pinkish and glossed lips making contact with its back side. “Post it —but you’re gonna have to wait until I’ve bought the ring, give it twenty-four hours.”

seunghan — “i'm the no. 1 trendsetter.”

The excitement that rushed through him when you had gently pushed on his shoulder to ask him, “Hey babe, I want to try this couple’s trend I saw on TikTok.” cannot even be wholly expressed with words.  “What trend? Are we filming right now? Wait, do I look okay? Where do you want me babe?” —his questions fired at you like he was chasing the ticks of your wall clock.  You found this action of his really precious, causing a short chuckle to fall off your lips. “Calm down Han, just settle yourself there —right there against the headboard.” he’d promptly push his back against the headboard, eyes following your figure as you set up the camera against one of your bigger plushies. “Wait, which trend is this?” He was curious as to why you hadn't shown him a video of the trend you were talking about for reference, or why you didn’t seem to have an audio picked out and ready.  “Let’s take turns saying what we love about each other —but, we have to act like we don’t see each other, act like I'm not here.” you tilted your head at him, and he’d shyly cover his smile with his hand, palm faced towards you. “You go first.” You quickly hit the record button, backing away as soon as it started recording. He’d hesitate for a while, fishing for your assuring gaze before turning back to the camera.  “The things I love about my girlfriend Y/n? there’s a lot. Now that I'm being questioned on the spot, it’s quite hard to list everything. Honestly, I love Y/n’s everything, her smile, her eyes, her skin, her hair, the way she’d always remind me to never forget this and that —and if you’re gonna ask why, well, I just do. I really don’t know how to explain it with words only—” A kiss would interrupt his very passionate statement, you were both admittedly very hot in the face. “Oh-kay, my turn.” you moved yourself a bit so the camera could get a decent view of you as you spoke. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “The things I love about my husband can be—”

“Huh?”

“Huh? what?” You watched his eyes dilate as soon as those words left your mouth. The look on his face was quite… concerning.  “Seunghan?” “We need to start over, let me go again.” “Wait Han, why?” “Since we’re changing labels here, might as well just call you my wife too, right?”

sohee — “nara smith who? i only know y/n.”

Sohee was quietly settled on the couch, patiently waiting for you to get finished with the very important matter you had to deal with in the kitchen. You told him to just wait there, that by the end of it, you’ll give him something worth his while. He’d turn around, still seated on the couch, peaking at you moving around in the kitchen. He’d immediately catch the tripod you were setting up and asked, “Are you taking a video?” You’d glance behind you for a brief moment, humming a reply, “Mm-hmm~” “Oh, okay, good luck!” you’d chuckle to yourself hearing his cheery spur, such a lovely voice he had.  Though, for the following moments, you’d make sure your voice filled the confines of your place, and the only sound his ears would take in. You cleared your throat so that you would be able to project your voice.  “Today I feel extra happy, so I’ll be making my husband his favorite for dinner.” Your what now? —he’d perk up from the couch, and seriously contemplate on whether he should just get up and jump you in your kitchen, give you a million kisses and hug you till his arms weren’t able to lock you in anymore.  You continued, thinking he might’ve not heard, so you planned on saying it again, but then suddenly you’d feel some weight on your shoulder.  “I hope I’ll be the only one to hear that from you.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as he whispered, laying his chin on your shoulder.  “Hear what baby?”  “Husband —I wouldn’t marry you till, like, we’re ready, but I hope I’m the one. I love you.” 

anton — “i'm in my food critic era.”

He was quite surprised to see you playfully prancing at him with a bag full of foreign snacks you ordered online. When you’d propose to him to accompany you to try some, of course he’d oblige, who’d pass on some good food? “Where’d you get this from?” he asks as he looks through the plastic bag.  “Online, my mom took the box and a few snacks, but we have all of these left to try.” his fond eyes gleamed at the way your hands did speedy little claps. “Tony, can I film us trying it?” “You mean, like a food review?” you’d briskly nod at him, and suddenly he cups your face. “Okay love, let’s do it now.” You set up your phone, settling it against Anton’s water bottle. You take out all the snacks, laying them down neatly enough that it doesn’t look too disarrayed despite not being organized at all.  You hit record, and you’d wear a very dear tone with your voice, “I ordered snacks from several parts of the world —and today, with me is my husband, Anton.” you’d spare him a glance, but waa just frozen in his spot. “Say hi, Tony.” “Oh-uh, well, hi. I’m. Gonna —get married?” watching his anxious self, you couldn’t help but almost guffaw, but before it could burst out of you, you’d hug him.  “Tony, why’d you say that?” he’d look at you as if you commited a felony.  “You called me husband?” “Did I?”  He shook his head, very steadily and very slowly, a clear depiction of how disappointed he was. “I can’t believe you’d gaslight your husband.” It was painful to keep up with the act, but you’d playfully roll your eyes at him, talking to the camera once more, “Well, anyways, let’s try the first snack here…” Your silence was concerning at most, the sounds of the food’s packaging being ripped open pierced his ear as if it were the most eery of sounds.  “You really didn’t mean it?” you held up the act of perplexity as you laid your eyes at him.  “What’s ‘it’ Tony?” The light in his eyes would dim, and you would immediately take notice of it. A sense of guilt would wash over you at the sight of him, till you could no longer keep it up. “It was supposed to be a prank—” He’d cut your explanation short with a comical gasp, “I knew it.” “Of course you did.” —you lost, and so you’d reach for your phone to stop the recording.  “Hold on, we haven’t even tried any of the snacks.”  “We weren’t really meant to, I just used it as an excuse for the prank…”  “And? keep it rolling love." His soft urging was enough for you to set the phone back up again. “Oh, we’d have to restart the recording…” “That’s okay. Let’s do it again. Prank me again.” Call me your husband again. —you would never really hear his thoughts, but he hoped that his words were enough to tell you that he was a big fan of your ‘prank’, though to him, it would never be a prank, but perhaps something else.

something fluffy to combat my next angst fic :>

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❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ glomp.... do people not use this word anymore

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

After ringing the bell to Eiden's cabana, Veoc turns the knob and steps into the hallway like he's been told. Barreling footsteps make him look up, and he smiles as he sees the familiar brown hair of the human he'd befriended all but running towards him.

"Eiden, good morn—"

"Ah Chips, don't—!!"

WHUMP!

Acting on lighting-fast reflexes honed by years of training, the major general catches the shorter male as he trips in the middle of chasing his rooster (whom had gone unnoticed, being too short) to go flying forward. Hands latch onto his shoulders as legs fly forward and wrap instinctively around a firm torso; by the time everything's calmed down, the rogue rooster's already crowing and clucking out in the yard, leaving a trail of messy feathers in his wake.

Veoc holds Eiden in his arms, hands supporting his back and bottom while the latter wraps around him like a koala. To his credit, he does sway in place, but holds his ground in the end.

"...good morning, Eiden," Veoc tries again, gaze softening in concern. "Are you all right?"

"I'm—uh, I'm fine!" Eiden blurts out. "Sorry, Chips was stealing scraps from the kitchen—didn't catch him uh, wait. I should really get down first—"

He's a little reluctant to actually move though, and by the time he does unwrap a leg Veoc suddenly starts to walk, causing Eiden to cling back on instead.

"Veoc?!"

"Where did you put your slippers?" the major general asks while retracing Eiden's steps back down the hall. "It's getting cold, so you shouldn't be running around barefoot."

"That's—I probably left them in the kitchen, but! It's not far," Eiden protests. "Hey, I'm heavy..."

"No, you're light enough," Veoc reassures him. With usual military efficiency he tracks down the kitchen and the so-called slippers: discarded on the tiles besides a small crime scene of smashed tomatoes on the ground.

"Hahhh..." Eiden sighs at the sight. "Sorry, I'll clean that up—eh?" Once again he starts to get off, but Veoc suddenly turns and heads for the living room sofa instead.

"Leave it to me," he says while depositing Eiden on the cushions.

"Huhh? No, wait, you're the guest—"

"Slippers," Veoc says curtly in a tone that doesn't invite rebuke.

Eiden looks half-sulky, half-bemused. "I'm not that fragile, you know..."

"Mm, I understand." Veoc takes off the plastic bag hanging from his fingers next, depositing it in Eiden's lap. "I also brought a gift. Have a look while I bring your shoes."

"Uhm?" Eiden looks up just in time to see the major general hurry out of sight, his eyes surprisingly evasive. He figures he'll just quickly open the package and catch up with Veoc afterwards, but once he takes the box out of the bag, he pauses.

This is...a toothpick bird?

It didn’t look very expensive and was kind of cute, in an awkward, dopey way. The bird itself is white and gold, and pressing on its head would make it lower its beak and pick up a toothpick from a tray dispenser below. Did Veoc buy him this because he'd invited the guy over for meals?

Judging from the bag, it was probably from one of the local discount home goods stores. Perhaps Veoc had even bought it on the way to his house. Of course, Eiden didn’t care where he went shopping, but the thought of the tall man in military uniform browsing diligently through the aisles, maybe bending down to inspect the wares before carefully selecting this item to purchase, was really…

His shoulders started to shake as he struggled to suppress his emotions. No Eiden, you have to control yourself… It’s not cute, it’s just Veoc being Veoc….

Dammit, Veoc being Veoc is cute by default…!! He cradles the bird and its beady eyes while curling up on the sofa, unsure whether to laugh or yell.

—

"I've finished," Veoc announces shortly afterwards as he returns to the room. "Eiden?"

He can see the tufts of brown hair peeking out over the back of the sofa, but the man himself is awfully quiet. Holding Eiden's slippers in hand, the major general circles around to the front. "I have your shoes..."

He trails off, surprised at the sight of the other's extremely red face. It looked as if Eiden was trying to hold back something with difficulty...

"Are you—" "Veoc!"

Both of them speak at the same time. The next instant, Veoc has to step back as Eiden suddenly stands up on the sofa. The toothpick bird in his hands rolls next to his feet on the couch cushions, attracting the gaze of bright blue eyes who dim slightly at the sight.

Did he not like it...

"Thanks for the gift!"

The next second, warm arms fling themselves around his neck as the other glomps him. Veoc's hands wrap around Eiden's back automatically—fortunately, he still has presence of mind to hold onto the slippers.

"Ah..." Veoc exhales and hugs back, secretly savoring the close contact. "Yes, of course. You're welcome."

He pats Eiden on the back a few times before turning his head to smile at him. "I've dealt with the dropped tomatoes. Should we head back to the kitchen now?"

"Heheh, I should thank you for that too. Expect extra helpings!"

"I'll do my best to finish. By the way, why was your face so red?"

"That? Uhh...chasing after Chips gave me a workout!"

"Really?" Veoc's brows crease slightly. "Your stamina..."

"D-don't worry about it! My stamina's fine, hahah!"

"Do you want me to test it?" Veoc offers. "I can show you the basics from military training."

"T-there's no need! Besides, shouldn't we eat first?!"

And so, another morning passed in peace.

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moonlight aesthetic starters // (🛌) Our muses make a pillow fort.

Standing in Eiden's bedroom, Veoc eyes the pile of couch cushions, pillows, blankets, and poles that Eiden's gathered on the carpet floor in doubt. "I don't think this will be structurally sound..."

"Don't worry, it's just for fun!" Grinning despite himself, Eiden boldly takes Veoc's hand and leads him to treasure trove of soft, squishy materials.

It had started out as a normal evening. After work, Eiden had met up with Veoc for dinner while the two talked about their lives, and at one point the major general had expressed his interest in military forts. From what he gathered, things were far less mobile in the ancient era and unlike Syren, who was ship, weapon, barracks, and station all in one, Earth forts were simply freestanding structures standing around like sitting ducks for anyone to besiege and attack.

They didn't even have the simplest force fields to protect them from natural disasters.

In response, Eiden had promised to show him a pillow fort. Veoc didn't expect that meant taking apart Eiden's furniture to build one personally by hand. After a few failed tries, the major general finally got the hang of it and was securing the the last bit of "roofing" when Eiden poked his head out from inside the tent-like folds of a blanket.

"You should come in and take a look," he suggests casually.

Arching a brow, Veoc first brushes the string of lights hanging in Eiden's face out of the way, then ducks his head to take a peek. It's a small, intimate space with a floor of pillows and a soft duvet, with the human sitting cross-legged in the center.

"It doesn't look like there's much room," Veoc observes politely.

"It's more cozy this way—oh hang on, I'll get the lights," Eiden pauses to look for a socket before sticking in the plug. Instantly, the interior is lit up with a soft golden glow as the string lights come to life.

"They can blink too," Eiden adds enthusiastically while pressing a button. "Or change colors—was saving these for the Christmas tree, but it's not a bad idea to use them now, heh."

He pats the space besides him and tries again. "Come on. It's different from the inside."

Veoc hesitates. He still has some doubts about stability, but carefully adjusts his posture to half-crawl into the space. Once he's fully in, Eiden closes the blanket door behind him and holds it shut with a convenient clothespin, leaving them alone in the fort.

"What do you think?" Eiden asks after a while.

Veoc feels the soft flooring beneath him and exhales. "This wouldn't hold up in a military exercise."

"Pfft—!" He gets muffled laughter in return. "Like I said, it's not that kind of fort!"

Veoc turns to reply, but happens upon something extremely soft. He grasps it with his hand and picks it up, revealing an unusually long, beige-hued pillow with...ears and arms and legs? Some sort of animal, he guesses after spotting a nose and two round, dark eyes. "What is this?"

Eiden stops laughing to look, only to grin and push the pillow into Veoc's arms. "Hey, you've got Topper!"

"What's a Topper?" Veoc ends up half cradling the stuffed animal (?) pillow (?) against his chest.

"He's..." the human trails off, gaze growing nostalgic. "A friend of a friend who's not here anymore. A girl I know liked him too, and made a giant body pillow of him for me..."

Never mind that Mary Sue's ultimate goal with the Prototype Topper Body Pillow was marketing goods for her Quincy fanclub—that would be another afternoon of explanations for Veoc to understand.

When Veoc hears "friend," he tries to return the Topper pillow to Eiden, but the latter insists he hold onto it instead. "It looks good with you," Eiden encourages.

"Your friend is an accessory?" Veoc cracks a smile and rests Topper whimsically on his head.

It's a lethal strike, one that leaves Eiden breathless as he stammers again. "N-no but, you know what? You can keep him there."

Now it's Veoc's turn to look helpless. "I won't be able to do much like this."

"Ah well, I was just kidding, hahah...!"

They eventually move on to other things. Eiden's managed to sneak in his laptop and coaxes Veoc to watch a movie with him. Intrigued by the concept of Earth movies, the major general agrees.

...not expecting him to say yes so quickly, Eiden sits up in a flash. "Then I should make some popcor—"

Too late, his head bumps into one of the pillow supports for the blanket roof, loosening it too much. The entire pillow fort starts to collapse seconds afterward, and Eiden instinctively shields himself from the avalanche of sticks and blankets and cushions that he's sure will fall his way.

In the middle of the chaos, something tackles him to the ground.

But nothing hits him after that.

Instead there's something pinning him down, as well as a wave of heat—he opens his eyes to see an eyeful of Veoc's shirt at chest level, with the rest of the major general kneeling above him to shield him from the barrage. The pinning sensation was the man's knees straddling him at the hips to keep him in place.

Eiden's eyes dart up to Veoc's face as red rushes to his cheeks. The major general seems nonplussed, pushing aside a segment of blanket draped over his head to let in the cooler air from outside their ruined fort before looking back at him.

"All you all right?"

"...huh? Uh, sure! Yeah, I'm fine!"

Veoc straightens up next, pushing cushions and string lights aside as he stays on his knees. "It's fortunate that we chose only soft materials to construct your fort."

"R-right...'' Eiden tries to sit up, but isn't sure what to do after pushing himself upright. He ends up propping himself up with his arms while watching Veoc work. "We can rebuild it again pretty quickly."

"Yes, I can think of a few improvements to brace the supports..."

Eiden stares at the man who seems perfectly fine, and sighs internally. Why was he the only one getting flustered? Until he hears a cough, and blinks to see Veoc deftly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

"It's a bit hot," he offers by way of explanation before turning away. Alas, that gives the human a perfect view of his pink-tipped ears.

Eiden grins.

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i love açaí sorbet. it is stupidly expensive but it is one of the only ice cream flavors i eat nowadays OK it's good i can give up the other ice creams for this. for you. (except corn, corn ice cream is amazing too)

every winter i used to have runny noses and it was super annoying until i discovered the secret was to wear socks to bed because i keep shifting my covers off and freezing my toes in the middle of the night while unconscious. try it, it works~

actually in my current drafts i have Veoc's origins as a clone that keeps getting copied over and over again because of his superior gene sequence, idk if i wanna keep that canon or what, but it fits into the soldiers = tool mentality his empire has going on

he would probably enjoy you playing with his hair. ooh soft....

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i'm currently working on a fan translation of life as a love interest in an obsessive romance novel which is pretty funny! if u like modern-day danmei give it a try lololol this is me shilling

my hair is naturally wavy for an asian but this is more annoying than not as it poofs. honestly i wanna know what kind of genes my family's carrying. my uncle on my mom's side has curly hair too and used to get in trouble at school for it because the style was too "bourgeoise" and they wouldn't believe him when he said it was like that naturally sjdjfsdjf, i'll prolly try to take a ancestry test to figure that out someday

he can win any staring contest by not blinking. it's a little harder in his nerfed mode, however.

if you attain "Trusted" status for Syren she will share her 100 Secret Observations of the Major General detailing Veoc's most common habits, tics, and behavioral patterns/moods under the tacit agreement that you will assist her in looking after her captain's mental health. if you try to trick her into granting your clearance, she will wipe your identity off the face of GalacticNet and make the rest of your online life a living hell. ever experience tripping off 200 simultaneous Wanted notices just trying to pass through a star system checkpoint? good luck.

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i have a brown thumb. once my friend asked me to babysit her cactus but uhhh it died in my care (T - T) i swear i didn't water it all that much but it just sorta...rotted away sobs....

i've also killed 2-3 cacti of my own...and a spider plant, a jasmine plant, two succulents...anyways, i have 2 pots of tea roses that are still alive right now (i got them for vday this year!!) so fingers crossed they survive the winter with me this time

for security reasons, public photos and clips of military personnel in the Aphelion Empire are protected under strict copyright laws. however, that hasn't stopped illicit markets from using them for profit, and Veoc's face was quite popular as a model for various miscellaneous goods sold at substandard prices (usually household products and cleaning supplies). although a successful sting operation eliminated most of the unlawful appropriation, 1 specific image of the major general lives on in the general web under a legal loophole that Veoc failed to sign for while at war fighting an alien civilization a few galaxies over.

go to any intergalactic forum today and you can find a very specific reaction meme that features the [extremely annoyingly good-looking] general adjusting his cap and looking seriously into the camera, usually captioned with the words, "U WON'T, BUT V WILL."

originally part of a propaganda campaign, the meme is now used to mock overly serious keyboard warriors stubborn about their opinions, especially those who side unanimously (even unreasonably) with the government online. V is used instead of Veoc's assigned name to prevent claims of misappropriation.

Veoc himself seems unaware of this, but some of his men who browse forums in their free time have already discovered the meme. there's a tacit agreement among them to keep their leader clueless, however...

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♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

❇ life philosophy headcanons.

♛ — Does your muse believe in luck? What about fate?

luck—100%. some things can't be done with skill alone, and he's survived a few close calls in battle thanks to good fortune.

fate—that's a little harder to say. humans have done so much to take control of their own fate in the future—but the fact that they still can't find the way home after losing the coordinates to Earth shows that some things are still beyond their control.

♙ — How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

he is a "professional hypocrite." by that i mean there are situations, settings, and/or people where he cannot express his personal opinion at any cost because the balance of intergalactic diplomatic relations is at stake. he will agree, nod, praise, and flatter if necessary as instructed by the Empire, though in that case it's less him being a hypocrite and just acting as a stand-in mouthpiece for his superiors.

the best way for him to deal with it is not think on it too much and compartmentalize the experiences as necessary work. anyways, his position isn't one where his opinion matters.

he doesn't share a lot about himself personally, but when he does you can be sure it's fully honest. the same goes with his personal opinions.

♕ — What does leading a ‘good’ life mean to your muse? Are they satisfied with the choices they make?

very simple: protect the peace of the people and ensure the safety of his men. a lot of time he makes choices without clear right or wrong: he can only abide by military guidelines, such as minimizing casualties or wrapping up a conflict quickly.

he might not be the happiest with decisions he's had to make, but at least he can be satisfied he tried his best to choose with the limited resources and knowledge he had.

...in an alternative, more peaceful AU, a good life might simply be living somewhere peaceful with a partner he loves and getting to touch that person everyday. he doesn't get a lot of physical contact in his day job.

♝ — Is your muse concerned about being remembered after they die? If so, do they have anything specific notions about what they want to be remembered for?

no lol.

countless generations of major generals have lived, fought, and died for the Empire, so it's actually nothing special. his only wish is probably to make sure he dies on good terms with the empire so they don't smear his name—and by extension, implicate his men in it. being used as a tool for the Empire is one thing, but serving as its excuse to do unjustified deeds would bother him more.

♡  — How would your muse define love? Do they believe in soulmates? Do they believe this definition of love is achievable?

love to him is something very immediate and physical: to be seen, touched, held, heard. he's lived so much of his life aloof and away from everything (not on purpose, it's just how things worked out when you keep getting promoted in the military) that basic human contact and interactions aren't very common.

he can talk with his men but they don't treat him as equals, while the others of his rank are busy commanding their own forces entire galaxies away. his personality isn't the extroverted type, so he hasn't exactly made or sought out deeper connections on his own...

to be honest, he doesn't think he'll live long enough to find his soulmate and has accepted that. the idea of it seems romantic to him—and more than a little far-fetched, since even civilians don't follow the idea very closely. he will be very content just to find a level of love where daily affection and touching are a thing.

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❇ life philosophy headcanons.

♘ — Do they believe humanity/their species, as a whole, to be moving in the ‘right’ direction or the ‘wrong’ one? Why do they believe this?

he can only say that they are moving in some direction, but whether or not it's the correct one is hard to tell. while humanity has grow stronger and more adaptable to the ravages of space, parts of them have also become more fragile—for example, the line between "machine" and "human" is always blurring more with each successive generation. even reproduction is done with computer assistance rather than physical interaction, and while couples can still marry for love, genetic modification is still common during the conception process and many more people prefer to stay single and donate their DNA/etc. to the government to produce the next generation independently.

at the core of things, veoc thinks that this approach is too "cold," and that to be human, there has to be a certain level of "warmth" and face-to-face contact. but those are useless ideas for a major general to carry, so he just keeps them to himself.

♖ — Do people, in your muse’s opinion, ever really change? Do they believe themselves to be capable of changing?

of course. for veoc people are always changing—just trace the evolution of the human race over the course of the last 20,000 years.

he thinks it's just a measure of how quickly they do—people's beliefs are molded by what they're taught as well as the environment they grew up in. it is simply more convenient to not change most of the time, especially if there's nothing wrong with the status quo.

exposure to new experiences and people are what really encourages someone to re-examine themselves from the inside out. for that reason, he's grown to be very open-minded because of witnessing so many different civilizations across the galaxy and being required to get along with all of them (whenever possible).

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(🌊) My muse finds your muse at the beach in the middle of the night.

moonlight aesthetic starters

Night is when he feels closest to home.

The stars in the sky, scattered against an endless expanse of black, are no different from the sights he sees from Syren's bridge. But finding quiet spots in the city for the perfect view is difficult, which is why Veoc finds himself strolling on the cliffside shores of a beach sometime past midnight.

He's quite surprised when a shock of light-colored hair crosses his vision a second later: a man who's stripped off his shirt, walking steadily towards the edge of a cliff. Veoc acts on impulse and dashes towards him, succeeding in grabbing the stranger's arm before he throws himself into the sea.

No, wait. He's met this man before. Blue eyes widen in recognition before focusing sharply on Constantine's face.

"It's late."

"What are you doing?"

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"Do you think anybody truly deserves to go to hell?" He stares at His feet, tapping His foot. "Eternal flame? Eternal agony? Infinitely?"

He creases his brow slightly.

"I don't think I'm the best to consult on this question." After all, he was a soldier made to follow rules, not dictate them himself. "But my compatriots and I in the military have been raised to serve a purpose since our birth."

"We exist to be used, and our usefulness determines our value. What is the value of those who burn in Hell?"

He doesn't know much about religion, but diligently reviews his knowledge to come up with a logical answer. "I thought of fuel...but if they cannot die, then Hell is burning itself to sustain them. If it is to cleanse their sins...then there is no end to it if they never escape."

His gaze turns thoughtful.

"I don't challenge the fact that crimes should be punished. Hell seems like a fitting place for that. But excessive punishment removes the chance for atonement and better utilization for the people involved. Could they join the labor force in Hell instead?"

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romance & relationship headcanons: 11 and 26?

ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS !

11. how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body?

he's fine with his body but self conscious about his eyes because they're a very bright blue that stand out compared to the rest of him!!

standing out = bad.

occasionally, he'll adjust his cap to hide his eyes for this reason, especially outside of formal military settings.

26. is your muse more likely to be loud and proud about being in a relationship, or are they more quiet about it at first and open up about it over time?

quiet. he keeps thoughts and opinions to himself as a matter of course.

if he feels relaxed and secure enough in a setting to share, he can say many wonderful things about his hypothetical relationship(s), because he's had so long to think about it to himself.

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14, 23, 29 !

ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS !

14. what traits does your muse want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner?

someone too ambitious. he's allergic to power struggles and strife and prefers a peaceful life. he also doesn't want to find anyone too similar to him (taciturn, passive, calm), because he thinks things would be too quiet between them.

23. would your muse be good at recognizing their partner's needs right away, or would it take some time?

answered here! you can think of it like wine: it takes time to mellow, but the process should be sweet.

29. how important is having (a) physically attractive partner(s) to your muse?

he's seen all sorts of aliens. as long as they have nice eyes and something fluffy about them he's fine. but to put it in specifics:

- eyes: 1-5. more than 5 will make it too hard to maintain eye contact. - height: between 4-10ft (1.2~3m) to prevent neck strain when looking at his partner. can be managable if said partner has the ability to float/levitate, or freely change size. - tails: less than 3. he gets surprised by them, especially if they can wrap around him. but if they're short tails, then more than 3 is fine. - teeth/claws/horns: preferably not too sharp/long, or at least retractable. if it's true love, he thinks he can work around them. - arms/legs: the number of them doesn't matter as long as they don't hog all the covers. - heads: no more than 3, especially if they all have different personalities. - warm-blooded preferred over cold-blooded. - it is fine if you are a worm. he can still love you. he'd probably like you better as a fluffy caterpillar though.

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4, 17, 23, 32

ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS !

4. does your muse find any specific features particularly attractive?

he likes eyes because they show a lot without saying much in words. big, bright ones are especially....cute. fluffy hair is attractive too, because of the tactile sensation—it's nice if it's a little unkempt.

...this is also probably why he likes cats.

17. what are some of the signs that your muse shows their care/love without saying they love/care about their partner?

his eyes and gaze lingers on them, he subconsciously copies their movements, and he has a very good memory for all the things they've said or done. he isn't a very verbal person, but he has a gentler, more indulgent air towards the partner he likes. the same responsibility he gives to his men and duty, he would give double to the person he likes. in a sense, their partner would feel like they have someone dependable to rely on.

23. would your muse be good at recognizing their partner's needs right away, or would it take some time?

it would take time, mostly because he has no experience in romantic relationships. he is very skilled in fulfilling basic needs (food, shelter, protection) but rusty with emotional ones; however, he is very open to learning and should catch up quickly once he gets the hint. he didn't make the rank of major general for being inept.

32. does your muse have an ideal "type"?

he likes people with a zest for life and the passion + courage to embrace what they want. he hasn't grown up in an environment that encourages individuality, so he's very inspired by other people chasing after their goals.

generally speaking, he prefers cheerful types. they fill the spaces in for him when he doesn't know how, and he finds their energy warm and charming.

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WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR AURA?

Umber

book spines, suits, coffee, deep soil, violins, bear fur, staircases. your essence is umber: you are strong and silent, rarely ruffled. yet, you are unmoored; tender and drifting, you are unsure of your motivation save for to do good. many find you generous and stalwart -- but melancholy. you are the keeper. you are the ungrudging. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of brown, beige, hickory, and garnet, who share your profound determination. you are also drawn to the flamboyant magenta and gold, who will help you grow and show you how to follow your heart without guilt. however, you may struggle to get along with the self-focused personalities of royal and crimson who rarely compromise.