#(pspsps you want to hear me talk about them. pspsps you want to hear the Lore (tm) so bad)

[vileidol]

being commodified in the public eye and viewed as nothing more than a product/concept to be consumed all by yourself, handsome?

(OC from Infamous by @infamous-if)

[asliceofzosan]

pspsps Zeff meeting Ayari 👀👀👀

oH YOU REALLY DONE DID IT NOW

zeff knows how much sanji loves kids.

he first noticed it when he was roughly turning into a teenager. around the age of 13-14. it isn't often that families come to the baratie. but when they do, sanji actually volunteers to wait tables when on normal understaffed days, zeff would have to drag him out of the kitchen kicking and screaming. he didn't understand it until he decided to watch sanji and everything made sense.

if one is the child of a pirate or a marine, you're bound to be a little fussy (case and point: sanji). and his boy was a natural at calming down fussy babies. those chubby little rascals would immediately stop crying when sanji would pick them up and carry them on his hip, taking everybody's order like usual. the parents would look at him gratefully, even allowing him so far as to let him wait other tables with their baby in his arms.

during sanji's break, he would play with them. if they won't stop crying, he'd ask patty or carne to heat up some milk or mushy vegetables to feed the kid. and more often than not, sanji would sometimes be seen with a sound asleep baby as he barks out the orders to a bewildered kitchen.

zeff asked him once if he wanted a baby sibling. sanji just laughed until his sides hurt.

"you can barely raise me, you old coot." he said in response with a bright grin that reminded zeff how much he loved this kid. "i'm better off as an only child. trust me."

(he does. trust sanji, that is. but he will never forget how his laugh sounded pained. like an echo of a terrible memory. he'll come to realize why after a long while.)

as sanji grew up, his natural gravitation towards children never wavered. in fact, kids often flocked towards him at the baratie, following behind him like little ducklings in a row. sanji's smile was softer on those days, the sparkle in his eyes as prominent as when sanji talks about his beloved all blue. the kids would hang onto his every word.

he doesn't know how qualified he is at knowing good parenting from bad parenting. but he did raise sanji for most of his life. his little eggplant turned out pretty decent by his standards.

so of course, it's a no brainer for zeff that if sanji would one day have his own kid, he'd be the best dad in the world.

"head chef?" patty says as he enters zeff's office. "someone downstairs really wants to meet ya."

"if they want a discount they better fuckin' run." he gruffly replies without looking up from the newspaper. "customer is always right my ass—"

"sir?"

"–and you know what's real upsetting? the fact that they think they're all hot shit! i don't care who you are. you pay to eat here–"

"chef-"

"–would be nice if i didn't get some dumbass like that for once—"

"chef, it's sanji!"

zeff has fought sea beasts, marine fleets, and pirates with a worse death wish than him. he has faced starvation, dehydration, massive bloodloss without batting an eye.

but nothing. absolutely nothing makes his heart jump more than hearing that his son has come home to visit.

"well what the fuck are you doing standing there, patty?" he bellows, standing up and stalking towards the open door. "you better be preparing a feast for my boy."

"actually, he's already in the kitchen cooking one himself."

zeff laughs. that sounds exactly like his boy, alright.

it took zeff all of two seconds to notice that sanji isn't alone.

the swordsman is there, hanging off his shoulder like it's nobody's business (and he's pretty sure sanji mentioned at one point that he had gotten his head out of his ass and finally got together with him. lord was that an ordeal). and it looked normal for a few seconds until sanji turned around to face zeff.

there was a child there.

strapped to sanji's chest with some sort of blanket-like contraption was a baby. it couldn't be more than two years old. its shrieks of delight echoed in the kitchen as it drooled all over sanji's suit. its hair was green – the same shade as that of the swordsman glued to sanji's side. and it was tied up into little pigtails that bounced as it moved.

"zeff!" sanji greeted, that same bright sunny smile plastered on his face. "come meet your granddaughter!"

his... what?

then he looked closer at her and it all made sense.

the curly eyebrows.

but it also made no sense at all. because the longer zeff stared at his granddaughter, the more confused he felt because how in the love of the all blue did sanji get a child that looked exactly like him and his idiot swordsman?

he was so much in his head that he didn't notice sanji take the kid out of her baby sling and hold her out in front of him. he was brought back to reality when one small hand wrapped around the end of his mustache with a continuous giggle. zeff stared at her, his whole world stopped on its axis. he never saw sanji as a baby. he wonders if this is the closest he'll get to experiencing that for the first time...

then the baby pulled on his mustache with a high pitched shriek that could reach the heavens.

"jiji!" the little girl squealed, now holding onto zeff's mustache with two chubby baby hands. zeff stayed rooted to his spot, transfixed by the girl's mere existence. but also there's a stirring in his heart that occurs when she smiles at him. she looks exactly like sanji. though with a lot less teeth.

"would you look at that, old man." zoro laughed as he gently pried his daughter's (????) fingers off of zeff's mustache. "you get her fifth word. congratulations."

on a normal day, (but god what even classifies as normal anymore?) zeff would have probably kicked that swordsman's chest in and sent him flying into the next room. but there's something about the way sanji's smile softens as he watches zoro play with the baby. his eyes mist over and the only reason he probably isn't openly crying right now is because zeff is right there.

there are precious few instances where zeff's seen sanji genuinely happy.

now is one of them.

he coughs roughly to get their attention. all three of them look up, sanji's gaze particularly nervous. but zeff just shook his head, figuring he'll ask all the dumb questions later, and holds his hands out expectantly.

"you gonna let your father hold his grandbaby or or ya just gonna hog her the whole time you're here?"

the laugh that escapes sanji's mouth has both zeff and zoro staring fondly at him. then when sanji transfers his baby girl into zeff's arms, sanji's smile is freer and more open than zeff's seen it in years.

"zeff," sanji says, smoothing down ayari's hair down with one hand, his other hand resting on zeff's bicep. a strong grip. a grounding force. "meet ayari. our little blessing."

ayari coos up at zeff and grabs his mustache again. sanji bends down slightly to rain her little face with a million kisses. zeff just stares at this all with the barest hint of a smile on his face.

yeah. he always knew sanji was gonna be a good dad.

genuinely i am in agony i love this family 😭 do you have any idea how much i was crying while writing this??? is it possible to get baby fever from your own oc zosan baby???

[nalpurex]

i got souyo brainworms again and i gotta share some thoughts i have

this ones a long one so ill put a 'keep reading' thing here just in case yall dont wanna scroll past a wall of text

basically some headcanons about a healthy mix of chad narukami and normal yu, injecting loads of gap moe into this guy

(and it eventually devolves into some weird semi-story because my brains really spiralling here)

okok so, hear me out, chad narukami isnt that bad as an idea...? maybe as a more calm iteration, just another layer to yu

in the p4 manga, we get to see some of yu's backstory. (its been a while since ive read it so i might get some details wrong but) his parents are very busy people, always working and moving around, so yu's always moving around with them

because of this, hes a very independent but also lonely kid. poor guy doesnt talk much with his own mom and dad, and he never really have a good enough chance to form lasting friendships

so when he moves to inaba and starts making friends there, hes like 'oh i really want to keep these guys around...' so he starts putting up a bit of a persona (hah), some cool, unfazed guy that everyone can rely on thinking thats what people might like more. to his credit, it works pretty well, but its a bit stifling for yu himself. hes never had this many friends though, so he'll keep it up

we all know yosuke admires him quite a fair bit as is, just as a dependable friend and a strong leader. he looks up to yu in these aspects, thinking hes basically the perfect guy. (and lets never unpack that thought.) talented, charming, 'gets all the ladies', that kind of stuff

at some point its just the two of them, maybe walking home from school or something, yu gets pretty comfortable and his facade slips a little. maybe he says something completely silly, or heavens forbid theres a stray cat along the road! ("awww look at the little guy, cmeree, pspsps- oh- ahem- uh, its pretty cute...") it surprises yosuke quite a bit. he's thinking about it a lot as they part ways, it was... definitely a new side to his partner, but its also not a bad thing...

after that, yosuke starts noticing more small things about yu. whenever he invites anyone to share his lunch, its always something they like. whenever the IT are talking, he makes sure no one feels left out. he likes cats, a lot more than hes willing to show, and he loves nanako a whole lot too. his partner's... a bit of a softie under that calm and collected vibe, isnt he?

(alternatively, it'd be really funny if the entire IT knew? like "yeah, hes got a straight face all the time and sparkles fly around him whenever he strikes a pose, but hes got a dedicated schedule for hanging out with us and hes always asking when we're free. hes a big puppy, really.")

anyways, yosuke tries to encourage him to show more of this other side of him. stuff like "c'mon, we'll think you're cool either way!" and yu at first is a little hesitant, so yosuke suggests he just try it out with him

he feels some pride about it, because hes the first to learn about this side of yu! his partner trusts him the most, hes the most comfortable around him! (whats this strange other feeling? hm. dont like that.)

yu takes a little more time with the others, but theyre very welcoming about it nonetheless. specifically, they find it very charming! (making cute shapes in your bento? sewing cute stuffed toys with kanji? playing with literally every single stray cat you lay your eyes on? hell yeag.)

of course the facade doesnt completely shatter, because some parts of it are still true to yu. its just that he'll now crack the dumbest joke youve heard in your life with the same old straight face

(aaand now to derail for the sappy stuff huhuhu)

because yosuke's usually the first to be exposed to whatever new shenanigans yu's up to, eventually he starts getting some... weirder things. he brings some of it up to the other IT members and he looks insane, like:

"what? he hasnt been giving you guys origami?"

"why would he? i mean itd be cool, but thats just his part-time job isnt it? hes probably sick of paper cranes!"

"cranes... haha, yeah..." (as he thinks about the row of stupid paper animals sitting on his windowsill)

yu over time starts getting real sweet with yosuke, and he kind of gets the feeling he should just... keep this to himself...? especially when he doesnt see him acting this way with anyone else, and a small part of him wants to keep it to himself. all of this, just for him.

but that would be kind of gay, wouldnt it? hes not gay, is he...? he gets pretty happy whenever yu smiles at him, whenever he does something for him, but its just because he appreciates him as his partner... right?

eventually it all comes to a head when yu invites him to that... that spot high up in inaba. (ykno the one, its got the railing and shit.)

yosuke's climbing the hill, wondering whats yu gonna tell him, and at the top he sees him already waiting there as the sun's about to set on a nice breezy day

he kinda jokes a bit about it, like "damn did you ask me to come here now for the atmosphere?" but yu's strangely quiet

so they kinda just stand in a bit of an awkward silence before yu clears his throat... and confesses to yosuke.

...

they just. stare at each other for a bit. yosuke's at a loss, heat slowly rising in his cheeks, because what the hell?

and then yu explodes into a flustered mess, bumbling about "hey yeah man you dont have to accept if you dont wanna, i was just saying things yknow? you dont really have to-"

yosuke cuts him off, sighing a little. he tells him its okay, hes kinda had a feeling he felt the same way but he wasnt ready yet... and now his partner's confessing to his face, he cant really put it off anymore, can he?

("by the way, did you plan this? like, the timing and everything?"

"i... had a hard enough time saying 'i like you' with a straight face as it was, i kind of had to..."

"... ah.")

[sheepfish03]

Here is my part of @shepscapades​ ‘s character design challenge! I went with drawing non-life-series hermits as red lifers.

originally I just did Welsknight, but I was on a roll so I added Xb as well, and,,, you can’t separate Xb from Keralis so he’s here too, being his,,, lovely self (wow look at that eldritch horror K propaganda)

(Below the cut I’ve added individual shots of them all without the gradient layer I used as shading here, and I talk a wee bit about the designs etc.)

Some general notes include:

originally I intended for Wels to be working for Ren during 3rd life, but then I was plagued by visions so this is actually set on an original life series season I’ve been calling wanted life (pspsps come closer,,, ask me about this I swear I’ll be normal and not abandon all my current projects to develop a fic or something)

All three of them are an allied, their base Is in a snowy mountain (which is why Wels and Xb have the fur collars) I don’t know what their alliance is called but I’ll figure it out probably

Wels went red first, due to some unfortunate luck regarding the gimmick of this made up season, and had been red for a while before eventually Keralis also joins him on the reds. Xb is the last to turn, and in fact survives on so long that by that time Wels has already lost his last remaining life.

Here’s Wels! My pride and joy! I really wanted to do him because it’d be a great excuse of designing some armor again, without having to chain myself into having to do that for every life series member when I eventually draw them

Originally, to make him seem more intimidating, I was going to put him in a massive suit of armor, but after gathering my references I realized it might be hard to make work with my,,, centaur design for him (You can’t put all that heavy shit on a horse I’m pretty sure!) So instead I just, gave him an different suit of armor than I usually do. If you’re wondering what might be up with all the eye imagery, It’s,,, mostly because I couldn’t figure out anything better to put there so I gave him all the eye imagery I couldn’t give Keralis on account of him being,,, naked.

The really fun part about his design though,,, is his big-ass anime sword! If you can’t tell I was heavily referencing a few genshin impact weapons for this. When he’s green/yellow the eye is closed and only opens when he gets to red.

Xb! He’s a shark. And he has a bow.

I don’t have much to say of him since I was mostly just winging everything here,,, He’s a shark because I like them, he has a bow because hes good with them. the bow looks like that because I wanted it to vaguely look like the same Genshin esque bullshit that Wels’s sword does.

I did give him black eyeliner,,, I,,, can’t remember why I did that but hey it’s there.

Okay so Keralis,,, all red-life-skins, exist on a spectrum, idk what the spectrum is but for reference Skizz’s limited life skin and Rendog’s 3rd life skin are on the opposite ends of the spectrum.

While I would have loved to draw Keralis all badass and stuff,,, I knew in my heart that he would be the kind of guy to,,, you know,,, follow in the footsteps of Scar and Skizz

HOWEVER to make him a little creepy I figured I could tap into those sweet sweet eldritch horror allegations

“But Sheep!” I hear you asking, “Isn’t their base in a snowy mountain, wont he get cold.” He will, and he does. You underestimate how far he’ll go for a bit. (Also it’s a fantastic opportunity for him to steal Xb’s hoodies!)

also a bonus meme I doodled as soon as I realized... the situation

transcript since it’s my handwriting: Has to draw Keralis as a “half naked red-life” instead of a “badass red-life”

Too long, didn’t read, I’m happy for you tho or I’m sorry that happened

[vanyafresita]

MUTUALS HEY pspsps mutuals pspspspspsss

it's been a while since i've sent any physical letters to anyone and i kinda miss it... SO, if we're mutuals and don't mind giving me your address, i'd love to send you a physical letter <3

you don't have to send anything back btw ! this is simply something i enjoy doing ^^

[more details under read more]

on the written letter i'll send, i'll talk about a random number of things and maybe gush about the media im most interested at the moment (tho if you know we share a fandom (no matter how old or dead it is, even if im not actively going crazy about it rn) and u wanna hear my thoughts on that specifically, please let me know !!)

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along with the letter, i'll send too:

a surprise recipe of something sweet or salty that i like (i'll modify the recipe if necessary in case of allergies, diets or ingredients dislikes)

a tea bag (i have quite a bunch of tea flavours, so you can pick one or i'll send a random one !)

a traditional drawing of anything you want ! (yes, anything !)

2 postcards + a few stickers and stamps

a friendship bracelet (lmk 3 colours you like !)

optional: if you want to send a letter back, but you're unsure what to write about in your letter, you can request me a list of questions so you can reply them and go off about anything else ^_^

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extra notes:

i'm currently living in europe, but i'll send stuff worldwide, wherever you are !!

this is completely free ! unless your country has some weird ass laws that make you pay for receiving packets (????), this should cost you nothing at all (if u're forced to pay to get the packet, i'll send u the money !)

along with your address, i'd advise giving me a phone number too (some countries require me to give a phone number, sorry u_u)

you do NOT have to send me anything back !! and if you decide to do it, it does not mean you have to send anything else apart from a letter !

even if we have never talked/interacted directly at all, you're very much welcome to ask for this !!!

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if you're interested, dm me ! we can sort out the details and i'll start right away ! :]

this will be valid until march 31st ! EDIT: closed ! i got more requests for this than expected and i can't really get to more people, so im ending this after one day !! lol i'll try to do this again by the end of the year in case someone missed it !! <3 thanks to those who reached out !

[the-magicians-blue]

hey. ill give u some candy if u make more micah yujin content pspsps

👀 I would like twix please and thank you. Speaking of sweet things…

ALSO TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY WHO ARE THEY???

5:37pm

The biggest surprise Micah got when he started dating you was how sweet you actually are and how much you’re into him. He knew you liked him, but it’s not until you become a little more open and honest with him that he feels you love for him is as deep as his love for you. Of course the feisty side of you is still there and he still finds your back and forth banter exciting and sexy but BOI does he love your sweeter side. You were so gentle with him sometimes he felt one day he’d just melt and turn into a puddle of Micah. He’d like to think you’d still love him though.

You always make a point to set time aside to spend with him, even if its just a movie and cuddles before bed or a long video call on nights when he can’t be with you physically. He swears he was sent to heaven when he noticed your planner had ‘Micah Time <3’ on literally every day. Like how can someone be that cute??? He doesn’t get it??? Of course he never tells you that he saw your planner but every now when you call him or join him on the couch he’ll casually ask:

“Oh? Is it Micah time Angel? Good. I missed ya~”

To this day you aren’t sure if its a coincidence or if he knows.

On days where you’re both free to spend more time together sometimes you take him off guard with having something planned for you to do together. His favorite is when you find a desert recipe to try and make. He loves sweets and cooking. Adding you to the mix makes them a million times better for him. You two made a cake together once for his birthday and it became his favorite birthday gift to date.

Of course you being sweet doesn’t bar him from teasing you. The one thing he will never let you live down was when he caught you simping over him while gaming on call with your friend. You thought he was in the kitchen and you were in the clear to talk about him. Little did you know the sneaky man had decided to record your call onto his computer while you were distracted by the game and your friend when he overheard the mention of his name when he walked by the door. He listened in from a different room and was both floored and over the moon about how you described him to your friends. He’ll never admit it but he cried hearing what you had to say about him.

“He’s just so… amazingly perfect? Like yeah I wanna beat his ass half the time but like in a romantic way? It’s weird I deadass hated this man a few months ago and now I get depressed if I don’t hear from him at least once a day. This man has me in a choke hold and it concerns me that I’m becoming more an more ok with it. Like brodie I am DOWN BAD for this man. He could literally try to seduce me in that dumb weenie costume he has and I’d still think he’s cute. It’s weird… I don’t ever think I’ve been into someone this much before, especially in such a short time. It’s scary, but in a good way I guess…”

Later that night he showed up in his weenie costume with a smirk as started flirting with you, giving you the corniest jokes he’s got. When you laugh and tell him to leave and take the costume off he raises an eyebrow and goes:

“Oh? Why should I? If I’m remembering correctly didn’t you say you’d still think I’m cute weenie suit or not? I thought you were down bad for me~ Don’t try and deny it angel, I’ve got it all recorded.”

To this day he thanks the universe that he thought to have his camera ready because the look on your face was priceless for him. He even keeps as his home screen (not lock screen he would never allow anyone else to see such a cute reaction) or sends it to you randomly whenever you think you have the upper hand in one of your banters. However he never sends the actual recording to you. Thats his and his alone to hear. Whenever he has to be away from your home for a long period of time or he wants your attention while your working he’ll listen to to remind himself that you love him just as much as he does and even if you’re both busy eventually Micah Time will come around and he’ll have you to himself. Can’t have Micah Time without his angel right?

[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

Soft/healthy relationships/domestic Heathers Headcanons!

I'm excited to finally post these! Under the cut!

(I'm a JDronica shipper, so I'm sorry if I didn't include any of your ships. Feel free to HC these for your own ships, though! Also yes, this is mostly sleepy stuff because I GO FERAL FOR THAT)

Veronica

She snores. Volume varies, but it's usually a little hard to sleep with.

Absolutely LOVES big blankets. Quilts, comforters, etc.

Gentle little grabby hands. All the time. She could be stimming, getting your attention, or just feeling a little tired. Just little grabby baby hands.

Feeds stray kitties that live nearby. She always saves table scraps for them.

She likes making pillow forts! Doesn't matter if she's alone or with friends, she has a blast making and hanging out in them.

When she's really happy she goes SPROING BOING KAZOING!!! Bounce bounce bounce!!!

JD

Secretly a giant cat person. He loves them. Especially black cats!

Buys random silly things! Like those little water toy things where you tilt it and the drops go down the slide/track or whatever

Likes autumn and winter. He enjoys taking strolls during these times, especially with Veronica.

(Thank you to @beesmeowmeow for helping me with this one) He needs noise to sleep. A fan, white noise machine, something.

He likes pillows! They're nice and fluffy

Heather Chandler

Claims that she hates cats, but then she sees one and is like "*GASP* KITTY!!! Pspsps meow meow prrrp mrow!!!" and pets it for forever

She really likes calming scents, like lavender.

She doesn't love mint all that much. Whether it's smell or taste, she isn't a fan.

Heather Duke

She likes big fluffy things. Blankets, plushies, pillows, whatever.

Does little tiptoe bounces when she's excited

Really appreciates when people listen to what she has to say. She talks a LOT and gets very happy!

Heather McNamara

LOVES plushies. Especially Beanie Babies.

Very good listener. You could ramble for hours and she'd enjoy the conversation.

Can't open ANYTHING, she is a literal child. She can't open baby gates, she can't open child locks, she can't open jars/bottles... Nothing.

JDronica

(Big thanks to @we-were-meant-to-be-one for a lot of these!)

Whenever he has nightmares, JD clings onto Veronica and huddles into her. It's soothing to him.

Veronica has 100% slapped JD in the face while sleeping, oops

Whenever Veronica sprawls out, JD takes it as an opportunity to cuddle/make contact. He thinks she makes a very nice pillow/blanket.

Since he needs noise to sleep, JD finds Veronica's snoring rather soothing. He's never told her that she snores, and doesn't want her to worry about it.

Veronica is very alert when it comes to JD's sleep, and wakes him up if she thinks he's having a nightmare.

They both love cuddles/close contact. Hearing the other's heartbeat/breathing, feeling the other's hands in their hair... Yes.

JD giving Veronica gentle kisses

JD insists on cuddling, no matter how hot it is. Veronica is on the verge of dying from heat stroke.

Staying up late, making jokes, and cackling loudly

Playful arguing! They end up playfully elbowing each other and blowing raspberries, but it's all just sillay fun!

Watching movies together. Pointing out plotholes, cracking jokes, etc. During horror movies, Veronica grabs onto JD very tightly.

[yardsards]

pspsps manifesting more darius blight au thoughts? they may be rent free but i would pay 👀👀👀

*cracks knuckles* alright here we go:

-alador and darius can't decide if they should both just be called "dad" or if one should be "dad" and the other should be something like "papa". but the kids come to an unspoken consensus that they are both generally called "dad" but if it's a situation where it might be ambiguous, they are "aladad" and "dadrius"

-alador finds this funny and delightful. darius finds it a little bit endearing but very cheesy/lame, but he doesn't do anything to discourage it

-edric and hunter are both extremely prone to infodumping and their interests have a good bit of overlap, so they infodump to each other a lot. this can go on for hours on end.

-alador is the type of person to bond with people a lot via shared interests. and he worries that with himself, darius, and amity all being into abominations, the other three kids might feel left out. so he tries to learn a little bit about edric, emira, and hunter's interests.

-with hunter and edric, he just has to bring the subject up (and periodically encourage them that no, he's not bothered by how much they're talking and would love to hear more), and they'll go from there. alador knows he probably COULD let himself space out and just nod along, but he's determined to actually pay attention and learn about what his kids like, leading to him sometimes straightup taking notes and asking questions to keep himself engaged.

-emira's more reserved about her interests, you can't just get her to go on a full spiel like you can with her brothers. alador kinda has to study up on the stuff she likes beforehand so he can have a full two-sided conversation with her

-basically he took amity's "you never talk to us!" criticism to heart and makes sure to talk to all of them. he also makes an effort to ask them about how their day was and how they're feeling, but talking about interests is way more in his wheelhouse

-(absolutely no one in this whole family is neurotypical)

-darius, despite pretending otherwise, is generally the one to go to to talk about personal issues. he provides good emotional support and also will absolutely not hesitate to join his kids in shit-talking a high-schooler he's never met

-he's also the better one to go to for advice. except he's like, 95% really good advice and 5% the worst advice you have ever heard in your life. no in-betweens. (alador has seldom made a good decision in his life, so usually the only useful advice from him is what NOT to do)

-i already headcanon that in canon, (when she doesn't just use a concealment stone) emira makes edric or amity braid her hair for her. she soon starts going to the rest of her family for help with her hair too.

-hunter picks up this skill surprisingly fast; turns out the emperor's coven has given him boyscout level skills with braiding and knotwork

-she's only asked alador for help a couple times because, as much as he tries, he is just awful at it. and he'll consider a sloppy braid to be good enough because it serves the basic purpose of keeping the hair out of her eyes. also his hands are covered in something gross like 90% of the time.

-darius is the best at it but she only goes to him on special occasions because she'll ask for a single simple braid that should only take a couple minutes. and come out over half an hour later with a cramped neck, looking like an elven princess. (callout post to my aunt who used to do this exact thing to me back when my hair was super long, lol)

-darius insists that amity inherited the purple hair from him, despite them not being genetically related and purple not being either of their natural hair colour

-hunter kinda studies all the tracks but has taken a particular interest in potions. he and edric visit eda together for potions lessons and have a pretty fun time

-sometimes (but not every time) emira will tag along. sometimes just because she wants to hang out/feel included (especially if amity is ALSO going to the owl house to visit luz), but sometimes because whatever potion they're learning will have use in her healing magic

-once every month or so, alador and darius will get into a witch's duel. not in an unhealthy spouses getting angry and fighting way. they just genuinely wanna know who would win. it keeps happening because whoever loses will insist it was a fluke and demand they schedule a rematch. they've both won about an equal number of times. the kids bring popcorn. it's pretty fun for everyone involved.

-amity wants to try to join in and insists she could take either of them in a fight. but they refuse to fight a child. she is irritated by this and is like, "father, i crave violence" but they won't budge

-though if she sees either of them use a particularly cool move, she will write it down and get them to teach it to her later, which they always gladly do

-amity and hunter had similar duels til their dads found out and put a stop to it (amity had a slight winning streak going)

-hunter looks LESS sickly now that he's under the care of decent adults but he's still kinda Like That. he makes emira's older sister instincts flare up so bad and she has to repeatedly remind herself that she's not solely responsible for her siblings' wellbeing

-darius is the only one here who understands a healthy sleep schedule (i mean, he was often overworked as a covenhead but he at least TRIED to get enough sleep every night). he's pretty much enstated an unofficial bedtime for everyone else in the house, in which he scolds everyone to go to sleep before he himself goes to bed.

-hunter's got a lot of the same human food limitations as luz but to a much less severe degree, so amity has him be kind of a guinea pig for the things she bakes for luz (something that would make luz seriously ill would just give hunter a slight stomach ache). edric insists on also getting a sample because, like luz, he can't have dairy (it's a flimsy excuse). emira insists on also getting a sample because it's not fair that they get some and she doesn't. amity's not even that good of a baker yet but they're teenagers and free dessert is free dessert

-even though she doesn't play any sports anymore, amity kinda likes watching watching them (she knows the most about grudgeby and brawls but can get into pretty much anything). hunter starts off watching pro flyer derby to learn techniques but ends up also genuinely enjoying watching various sports. he and amity watch professional sportsball together and get SUPER hyped. like. jumping and shouting like a dad on superbowl sunday type of hyped. it's even worse if they're rooting for opposite teams.

[chihirolovebot]

I LOVV your headcanons sm

Can I ask for Chihiro relationship headcanons pls

Tysm for your hard work💞❣️💘💞💘

CHIHIRO FUJISAKI DATING HEADCANONS.

pairing — chihiro fujisaki / gn reader.

content — he/him pronouns for chihiro, fluff, pet names (honey, angel), kisses, cursing.

notes — bear in mind that if you don't specify pronouns for chihiro i default to he/him, if you want me to remake this with they/them pronouns shoot me an ask and i can do that :)

chihiro i am so in love with you.

he is basically the most patient partner you could ever ask for. he's so understanding about everything.

BUT that doesn't mean he's gonna take your bullshit.

he's are not afraid to stand up to you if he thinks you're being stupid or wrong.

he just gets these confident moments that burst out and he's like a different person :o

but ofc most of the time he's so sweet.

so good at motivating you to do stuff you don't wanna do, especially menial tasks like studying.

pspsp read my oneshot of chihiro helping u study.

he was actually the one to ask you out!!

most people are kinda surprised when they hear that, because chihiro tends to come off as quite timid and anxious.

which is TRUE but he want to be stronger. so he was pining after you for a while

and im so sorry king it was kind of obvious.

like he'd trip over himself when you talked to him, basically lose motor function in his limbs when you walked in the room, always offered to help you with work or errands, etc.

eventually mondo and leon grab him by the shoulders and they're like look. buddy. this is painful to watch. you gotta do something about this.

and chihiro is like shit!! you're right!!

so he does!!

he confesses to you the next day in the computer lab. he's rushing through the whole thing so fast because he wants to get it all out before he gets too anxious and runs away.

kind of apologetic after like,, sorry was that a bit much? BABYHSHSB

gets kinda shy about PDA initially but warms up to it a lot over the months. at first he just likes to link pinkies or arms in public, but eventually you're pulling him into your lap (or he's pulling you into his :o ) and he only flushes a little.

you know what. he's surprisingly possessive.

not in a controlling way just,, it probably stems from his insecurity but he's for sure the type to see you laughing with someone and just sidle up like hey honey :)) who's this :)) nice to meet you i'm their partner :))))

oh yeah he calls you honey btw <3

pspsps his favourite nickname is angel. pls call him angel. please. also like names that reaffirm his insecurity, you know?

omg he leaves u little sticky notes on ur possessions and around the house </3 like motivational stuff like 'you got this!' 'i believe in you!' i am absolutely sick.

he does get insecure sometimes even as he's progressing with his self-esteem :( like even with training he's still pretty short and naturally slight so sometimes he'll watch guys like mondo or taka and just be like ://

tell him how handsome he is rn 😡😡

hggngngnj he loves being peppered with kisses all over his face and jaw. it makes him giggle and blush so red.

chihiro i am begging for one chance.

[nyaitsu-writes]

ur writing is so soft and adorable!! is it alright if u write hinata, tetora, and chiaki overhearing reader talking ab having a crush on them?? ty ty !!!

awww thank you!! ; v ; seeing hinata there made me so happy, ppl always forget about him and yuta AND I LOVE MY BOYS. also i loved writing this and thinking of the different ways everyone would react (pspsps tetora is a sweetie)

✧ chiaki, hinata, tetora | overhearing reader having a crush on them ✧

CHIAKI MORISAWA;

✦ chiaki feels like the luckiest man alive. he was at the right place at the perfect time to hear you talking with your friends about your crushes. one of them mentioned his name and you. nodded. you nodded when your friend asked if you liked him.

✦ you liked chiaki. and chiaki is ecstatic. not only was he crushing on the most amazing person ever but you liked him back, that was awesome!

✦ after some in depth thinking, he’s determined not to miss the opportunity and tell you his feelings at the very first chance he gets. the plan sounded really good in his head but it’s turning to be a bit harder irl… when he’s right in front of you. when you’re looking at him and he’s looking at you and you’re so close. and so, so beautiful.

✦ he clears his throat before his mind goes to list the 45345 reasons he fell for you and tries to make some small talk. you like him. that thought is helping him to ease the loud beating of his heart as he asks you for a date. well, it isn’t a date because you two aren’t dating (yet) but he wants to make something that you will remember.

✦ after all, maybe his lines need a bit more thinking. he’s sure that he can come up with some epic confession that will move you heart as much as you moved his! so he wants to make his confession perfect.

HINATA AOI;

✦ he was just walking down the corridors as usual, looking for his missing half (aka yuta) when he heard the most unexpected words. “I don’t think of Hinata that way, he… he’s special to me. Really special”

✦ ever since that day, hinata has been grinning like crazy and it’s getting on yuta’s nerves, even more than usual. so, as to save the last remnant of his sanity, everyone’s favourite younger twin kindly suggested him to go pester someone else about the matter.

✦ and Hinata followed that advice to a T. he’s glued to you. everywhere you go, he is there already. and he’s acting suspicious.

✦ “Y/N! Hi hi hi nice seeing you here, what a coincidence!! Soooo how are things going? Do you have any great, big news that you want to share with me? Hmmm I see~”

✦ hinata is even clingier than usual. he’s sitting next to you at every chance, coming up with the silliest conversation starters just to talk to you. even giving some of his favourite snacks to you! and he looks so genuinely happy that you can’t help but ask him about his attitude change. he flashes you a big grin but refuses to answer the question.

✦ he’s planning to keep his tiny little secret until you confess to him. but he’s making sure to look the most charming until you do, he can’t risk that you might change your mind about him!

TETORA NAGUMO;

✦ he’s panicking. oh no, he’s panicking. did he hear that correctly? you liked him? you liked him BACK? no, no, no, big manly men don’t panic because they’ve overheard their crush, he needs to think this through and…!

✦ …and now everyone in ryuseitai knows. it’s easy to tell when tetora is anxious and this boy is practically vibrating in a weird mix of extreme happiness and nerves. he needs to confess. he needs to come up with the biggest, best confession in the world of confessions. and he has absolutely no idea.

✦ according to him, he’s (un)suspiciously asking his friends for dating advice. he needs to do this fast, so that you don’t have to go through the whole confession thing yourself because it’s so stressing.

✦ which means he probably gets a liiiitle anxious around you. he’s still in the planning stage but his heart might betray him in any moment and just shout a big I LOVE YOU! before he has time to think and he can’t afford to do that. you deserve only the best of the best so please wait for him until he’s ready!

[plutowrites]

hi pluto how are you?? May i request how the aot boys would help you destress from school? i'm kinda drowning in all my work and need this serotonin boost👅.

Hi darlingg! ugh you and me both :((( i wanted to answer this one fairly quickly so you can get that boost you need ♡ finish the semester off strong, you got this! 💌

AOT Boys + Helping You Destress

Levi

he thinks the best way to help you destress is taking some weight off your shoulders with your school work. pls we’re talking about the president of acts of service ™ here

“Do you want me to edit that essay?”

“I found you a study guide for that course online.” 

btw he’s actually the one who typed out that study guide for you. would never admit it unfortunately. 

draws you bubble baths. claims it’s because you stink and need to wash up but it’s really because he knows it will relax you, or at least that’s what he wishes it will do ♡

Eren

he didn’t notice how hard you were working until you started to flake out on dates and take forever to respond to his texts. he genuinely thought you were going to break up with him-- when he found out you were acting this way because of exam szn and not your lack of interest in him, he could have cried from relief right then and there

always asking if there’s anything he can do for you, always thinking of things to do for you

makes you a studying playlist 

makes you a lot of studying playlists***

thinks you're the smartest person in the world and admires how hardworking you are

loves sending you funny things he sees on the internet to make you smile

also fully expects you to respond to each and every thing he’s sent you or else he gets pouty

king of bringing you snacks (that he’ll eat most of)♡

Armin

if you haven’t taken a break for awhile he will physically stop you by grabbing your hands and kissing them

“That article you’re reading will still be there in the morning” he’ll murmur after gently closing your laptop

mr. big brain loves helping you study to ease some stress off you-- he works with you to create a schedule and remembers your deadlines 

teaches himself the material you’re not getting because he’s a thoughtful bf that would bring you the moon if you asked

also reminds you to eat something, drink some water, and take lots of breaks in between

will bait you into relaxing by suggesting to watch a favorite movie of yours or playing the movie loud enough for you to hear in another room to coax you away from your laptop

don’t worry, he will rewind it back to the beginning just for you ♡

Reiner

M A S S A G E S

pls he’s so good at them!! he knows exactly the right amount of pressure to put on your body 

loves holding you in his big, strong arms afterwards

takes walks with you!! morning, afternoon, night-- doesn’t matter! Just really wants you to get some fresh air

praises you for being so dedicated to your studies but reminds you to not burn yourself out

if he notices you at your desk looking overly tired, he won’t hesitate to burrito you up with a blanket and carry you over his shoulder to your bed

cuddles will follow shortly after ♡

taglist: @bunny-xoxo 

pspsps if you wanted to be added to a taglist lmk ♡

[theyarebothgunshot]

jib 6 breakdown and analysis

standard disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

if i would have to give this panel a signifier, i would say this is the panel of the inside jokes. it’s the panel that shows us how well they know each other, to the point that they finish each other’s sentences and start telling the same punchline to a joke at the same time. 

but besides all of that, it was also the panel of the shoulder touches, husband behavior, and rescuer misha. let’s dive into it.

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i adore the fact that they are laughing and joking with each other from the first second they get on stage. the way that they tell that story about how they planned to have misha nap and have jensen drink whisky and humm, really reminds me of something that i mentioned a lot during my jib 7 analysis: they are very much in sync.

jensen slinging his arm around misha of course had to be compensated with a manly face and manly grip. the rituals… i know they are intricate.

it’s kind of cute how misha tried to both encourage jensen to try that step, and wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt himself lmao. dare i say husband behavior? (i do dare and i will do it again, bam bam!) 

something about the way they talk about j*red just makes me feel like they are such a team, if that makes sense? like, they both think the same things about j*red’s antics and talk in such a united way about it (“and jensen and i were like…” “i don’t even care. he [points at misha] doesn’t care.”) that it just sounds kind of coupley to me. *whispers* husband behavior.

i love that jensen’s first instinct after talking about missing j*red was to go over to misha, put his hand on his shoulder, and talk about his fucking flirting way of pranking misha versus j*red’s painful pranking of misha. “with you it’s like my friend and protector is....” i truly wish the audience wasn’t as loud as they were in that moment because i would love to fully hear that sentence. 

the look on jensen’s face when misha says “save it for when we take off our pants” is just priceless. ‘oh god here we go again, when will he ever learn’ but the funny thing is, he will make the same face later on in the panel, after talking about riding a dragon. that’s the face he makes when one of them goes slightly too far. just thought that was interesting.

what stands out to me the most is his reaction when misha turns around just as he is ‘fake unbuttoning’ his pants like: ‘i’m just kidding i’m innocent’ literally no reason to respond like that if misha is just his buddy.

misha’s “what are you doing?” as jensen is tying his flannel around his waist also stands out to me. he clearly does not like the look and can’t keep his mouth shut (“that was bothering me too”). why would you find the need to comment on your buddy’s fashion choice. (....husband behavior.)

just wanna take a moment to say that it’s very fucking funny that jensen said “don’t take selfies” when you know that just a few years later he would take the chest to chest selfie with misha. oh, jensen. 

we have all heard the “jensen pranks misha on set by flirting with him” story countless of times, but it’s still funny to me how flustered misha seems to get by the fact that jensen can get to him that easily. and jensen’s laugh here is so cute, he fully knows what he is doing. 

misha jokes that he spends more time sunning on rocks now as a merman than he used to, and jensen immediately starts to walk to the apple juice, something i have noticed that he does whenever he wants to avoid something (be it a question or a situation that’s happening on stage). it almost feels like he is stopping himself from making a comment or something. it’s interesting, because he just turns right back around and starts telling the grasshopper joke without getting anything to drink.

which leads to one of my favorite moments between them: misha, beaming, says that he has heard it before but he wants to hear it again, and mouths the words to the punchline along with jensen. he looks at the audience as if to say ‘good one, right?’ and when jensen goes “is this thing on?” misha immediately tries to distract him from his failed joke by using an inside joke (the first inside joke of the panel) with him. aka good husband behavior.

something tells me that “i’ll see you again, grasshopper” is another inside joke, so we’re counting it: number two. 

jensen. jensen pspsps come here. can you please explain to me why you are so horny for misha’s indianrussian accent? i cannot believe him (i can), trying to get him to use the accent to ‘help the girl in the audience’. 

so uhm. i think i just heard something while i was rewatching this panel that i never caught before. when misha reads what is on the box that was put on stage, he says: ‘please take this box and open later in private - daniella.’ and jensen goes: ‘yeah that’s from me’ with a flirty Look on his face like. hello??? why have i never seen anybody talk about this??? i’m??? internally screaming??? rest assured i had to take 5 when i saw this shit. 

can we take a second to appreciate the fact that jensen gave misha a once over when misha says the glitter is everywhere, and then jensen said “fairy herpes”. why did your mind go to a sexual reference jensen? why? (we know why).

“i hate when you get that look in your eyes. don’t! i’m sorry!” is one of the most coupley things to say, ever. just wanted to point that out. 

i love the playful vibe they have during this portion of the panel: jensen asking misha what he will do for the audience (thinly veiled excuse for wanting misha to do something that jensen will also enjoy), throwing the rings at misha, both of them “panicking” and lapping up the spilled apple juice.

look, i couldn’t not include the shirt lift. i had to. especially because of the way he looks at misha afterwards lmao and misha, darling misha, tries to defuse the situation by making a joke and it works because of course jensen does his signature unicorn laugh. sidenote: how cute is jackles when he grabs the guitar, begging people to erase the picture jsfhs. gotta love that man.

“you done messed up” inside joke number 3.

you know what is funny to me? the fact that jensen and misha often pretend not to know certain things about each other when they are on stage together. one example of this is during the underbear debacle, when jensen asks misha to proof he wears orange underwear and pretends he is shocked, even though the whole world knows that misha wears orange underwear. 

in this panel, it happens twice. the first time is here, when misha asks jensen ‘do you actually not smell?’ as if he isn’t one of the people in this world who would know that best. and then he, of course, immediately takes this opportunity to sniff jensen’s armpit. i mean. okay. which is extra funny because jackles doesn’t play along with the whole ‘i have no clue’ bit and just goes “yeah you’re not a stinker” without checking because, clearly, he already knows. 

i love jensen’s little smirk when he hears misha’s dragon would be pink + misha’s reaction to it.

before i read this post i always thought jensen meant that his own dragon would be salmon colored. but now i think that it’s not far fetched to believe jensen was actually thinking about the fact that he has stated he was wearing a salmon shirt. which means that, in this moment right here, he was implying that instead of pink, misha’s dragon (aka jensen) would be salmon. which makes his reaction (looking down, laughing but shaking his head as if he can’t believe himself) very understandable. remember what i said about that being the face he makes when one of them takes it too far? yeah.

but then, something happens that is quite remarkable to me. instead of backing down from what he said, he fully commits to it. he turns to misha, and goes “if i could ride a dragon”. listen to the way he puts extra weight behind “ride” and “dragon”. 

then he asks if he understands the question correctly and repeats “what would it look like?”, the girl in the audience says “yes, but also any special abilities…” but jensen just ignores that because obviously, in his head the dragon is misha and he is not gonna shake that thought process any time soon. so naturally, he goes “i think my dragon that i would want to…” but stops JUST before saying “ride”, the guy KNEW what he was sounding like. lmao jensen i gotta give it to you buddy, good effort. you did well. you came far. you even said “look, i’m just gonna go for it here” even though misha’s face speaks volumes. i love you for that. because everything that came out of your mouth right then sounded very not straight.

in fact, it’s only because of misha’s interference (a reoccurring thing during these panels) that he stops himself completely and goes to talk with misha. i really wonder what would have happened if misha didn’t stop him. i also REALLY wonder what misha and jensen discussed when they turned their backs to the audience. sigh. 

now we get to the juicy stuff. jensen’s little slip up here is really really strange, when you think about it. he says “i have kids” before quickly covering that up with “i have a kid now.” i’m not saying the ackles and the collins are one big happy family or anything like that, but i do think that they are close enough for him to slip up like this. maybe the kids hang out together a lot. maybe they have given each other enough support during those early days of raising kids that it sometimes feels like he had multiple kids at that point in time. idk. but in any case, i don’t think that’s a slip up you’d make unless there was some sort of truth in it. he also kind of stumbles over his words right after that. [before anybody runs to my inbox to tell me that j/2 tinhatters think this is about him and j*red raising their kids together: trust me, i know, but we’re not talking about that.]

misha’s cheeky “i thought you were talking about danneel” followed by the both of them simultaneously saying that jensen does not tell her what to do, made me grin like a fool. that is all. 

the way jensen says “misha, apparently you were looking pale and you need some sugar. there you go.” is so SOFT AND CUTE idek how to explain what i am feeling but it’s just. a lot. oh wait a minute, i do know what to call it: HUSBAND behavior.

“by the way we’re gonna pay so dearly when we get home” “yeah we are” lmao the jdmv vibes are strong in this one. 

look. i know it’s possible that misha woke up alone after that dream, thought to himself ‘i miss her’, went for breakfast, saw jensen, and told this story to him verbatim. but misha is literally telling the story from the pov of waking up from a dream and saying that out loud. it would make sense that he would explain that dream to the person who he woke up with, and that he would follow the dream explanation up with “i miss her”. plus jensen is REPEATING IT as if he was right there when misha said that. add to that the way jackles stumbles over his words here and gets flustered and sits down? and misha’s face? yeah. you done messed up jackles, part 2. 

jensen doesn’t know what to do with himself. just look at his face right after he sits down. and misha, once again, comes to the rescue, trying to continue the conversation about poop in order to distract both jensen and the audience. bless his soul. 

it leads to the second instance of misha pretending that he doesn’t know something about jensen, namely that jensen can’t stand poop even from his own daughter. misha goes: “no? not for you?” as if he didn’t already know that. 

round of applause for the jib team, for putting on ‘this thing called love’ to get jensen and misha to dance……. just saying.

jensen’s little nod to misha right here? husband telepathic communication at its finest. even their silly dad dances are in sync. 

jackles you are NOT being slick we can SEE you tossing the mic to your other hand so you can pull misha in by the waist (or honestly maybe his hand landed lower idk idk it’s possible).

it really is something special, though, what happened right here: jensen, macho masculine grumpy performative jensen, is smiling and laughing and enjoying dancing on stage, doing some ballet moves, all because of misha (and by some extent felicia). not just with felicia or by himself, but with rob, osric, etc. honestly it’s heartwarming to watch. it makes me smile so much. 

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and that was jib 6. thanks for reading everybody <3 

[anonymous-cupcakea03]

Pspsps mind if I use the ask box to talk about a few of my own thoughts (and headcanons cause this got out of hand) on who in enstars the prsk characters would be a fan of?:

-No one so far has mentioned Akatsuki and for some reason of all the PRSK characters to like them I think Honami?? I don’t get why she just seems like she’d like them

-Shiho, while she doesn’t hate CrazyB, is definitely a little tired of hearing them be talked about all over the live house she works at. I just kinda think this because Shiho seems like a very strict, “ok if we’re gonna go pro we need to do it right” kinda person and then theres this idol groups whos just kinda WINGING IT shes a little confused

-An has gotten Kohane to sing an Eve song with her at least once (come to think of it, Eden and VBS both have a theme of 2 pairs coming to together as one quartet group)

-I think you mentioned before that Tsukasa probably introduced Touya to Valkyrie, and Tsukasa seems like he’d be a fan too (Classical, and I’m fairly sure Tsukasa canonically likes to sew, + Shu’s in dramatica)

-Emu has probably introduced Nene to Sora’s solo (“It’s about video games you’ll love it”)

-Speaking of Nene, she probably listens to a lot of idols mostly to focus on their singing voices rather than the music itself, she does this to help find more ways for her to project her singing voice properly

-Speaking of Emu, random headcanon she sometimes calls Rab*its the “bouncy bouncy fun group!” and people have to guess what she’s talking about

-N25 probably puts Knights music in the background while their working sometimes, especially since Mizuki loves it, Kanade and Mafuyu seem ok with it and Ena probably couldn’t care less (anything is better than what her brother blasts at full volume all the time)

Anyway sorry for the long ask, I don’t have an active tumblr account so there’s no other way for me to ramble all this lmao. Hope you enjoy this mess!

You sent this a while ago and the only reason I'm posting this now is because every time i read this I'd get too excited and had to take a walk to calm myself down and it was,,, a cycle hkahdjs now that I have some coherent thoughts again:

Everything you said I 100% agree with. This is top tier shit right here. I never mentioned Akatsuki in my original post (mainly bc I don't know enough about the group to say anything about them) but for some reason you are so right about Honami??? Shiho also definitely seems like the type of person to be concerned about Crazy:B, all her related events have her concerned about doing everything right to go pro so having this random group just?? Do what they want?? Is very confusing and concerning to her. Your An and Kohane comment also made me immediately think of trap for you bc you cannot tell me An hasn't convinced Kohane to sing that with her at some point ("we gotta do the fake kiss, Kohane, we gotta follow the choreography!")

Also definitely believe Tsukasa would love Valkyries outfits and has attempted to replicate them to varying degrees of success. Also also, Emu referring to Ra*bits as the "bouncy bouncy fun group" is such a her thing to do that I'm probably gonna steal that for my wxs centric project stars fic. N25 also definitely listens to Knights together, I feel like they all probably resonate with at least one song from the group (and I feel Knights would also be their biggest fans, especially with infinitely gray)

Thank you so much for rambling (I probably did an equally long ramble in response), don't ever apologize, and if you ever wanna ramble in my ask box again I give you my full permission to do so.

[ganymedesclock]

I would love to hear about Taylor for the powers pspsps thing!

Taylor's powers are arguably very central to the conceit they're in, since I was thinking (as is my vast entertainment) about the rpg format established by things like dragon quest and final fantasy, and how it regards both its heroes, and its final bosses. In particular, a big part of Taylor is they're actually designed to be an inversion of a silent protagonist- I wanted them to be a strongly self-motivated character.

I also made them a healer, which, as I said a bit in my last post, I think healer characters get a bit of a rough shake in that they're often seen as just Nice, Unthreatening, Goodie Goods, which admittedly does make some sense because when you remove abstractions from magical healing you get some questions about like... basically arcane flesh-sculpting, and if you meet someone who can cast spell of bend your organs, you really hope they're on the level.

Taylor's powers are very strongly associated heavily with red thread. Their name is, admittedly, a pun- they are literally a tailor's apprentice as the story starts- and much of their motivation through the story is feeling compelled to try and fix, or tend, to 'abandoned, wounded things'. All of their party members- and themselves- have significant problems, wounds and trauma. I used red because it's a traditionally villainous color, often contrasted against a heroic blue (while I have not drawn them yet, the antagonistic royal couple is heavily blues and whites)

Part of this is deliberately invoking the superstition of the 'thread of fate', and the idea of a destiny bond with my own personal spin, that I don't think we're actually fated to anyone as much as we weave our own threads towards others. This kind of tied into that Taylor, as a person from a small community on an island with a very bleak climate, has a strong personal work ethic and relationship with handcrafts, that they tie directly to taking care of others. If they make a shirt or a baby blanket for someone, odds are very good they know exactly who's going to wear it, and might personally involve things they think suits that person, or that they like.

Much of Taylor's conflicts in the story are about being ripped away from other people, and trying to mend that inciting tear. Their sense of identity, community, and their life ambitions were all cut away. Many times, stories court the idea of the destroyed town, but they make it so that the hero was a foundling with a greater destiny somewhere else, or otherwise leaves it behind and mostly forgets about it, comes to connect with other places instead- as a kind of fantastical, "imagine if you could just leave your boring life that you kind of take for granted and go somewhere else, and yeah you'd be sad if that life burned, but think about how much else you could do-!"

Taylor as a protagonist is a person all about attachment and connection, so, even if their village is fine, being taken from it and lost in another country is actually deeply upsetting to them. It's a huge loss of identity. And that sense of holding and mending ties in well to their undead nature. The human skeleton.... is not supposed to sit together on its own. It's sewn together at many points by ligaments and sinews- so Taylor, as a being completely stripped of flesh, literally has to use their power to hold themselves together. The exposed threads on places like their jawbone, and the slightly ramshackle nature of their glamour as they start to pull it together, kind of deliberately evoke that stress for me- their stability is something they have to keep working on. Like only having one shirt with a stubborn rip in it- mending it will have to happen multiple times, and getting new pieces of fabric or trying new methods to help it stay.

But in a more positive sense, this also talks about how Taylor is actually a very magnetic person. They forge connections with people, and where their vulnerabilities may not always be enough to hold themselves together, those connections they've made to other people are able to save them in vital situations.

This actually comes back to that Taylor is associated with the water element- specifically, they're associated with blood. Blood is a potent symbol, and overt blood magic is a very 'bad guy' domain, but when you think about it, we've long used blood as a symbol of devotion and connection. Sworn brothers-in-arms sharing blood, a "blood oath"- or even in a scary sense, deals with the devil that are binding if they take our lifeblood. Taylor moving from life to undeath devours a useful reservoir they have of themselves- in line with the certainty and confidence they used to have- and while they cannot ever be unmarked by this, they will become able to build a new reservoir of self, identity, and blood, through the connections they have with others and a sort of symbolic transfusion in that sense. The red threads, in this sense, are an easy shorthand for veins, and at times might even take that form directly or emulate them.

It kind of ties in to how another very common "bad guy" trope is viscera, a sense of organic, seething life, life where it shouldn't be- which I've always found interesting when conflicts are often framed as life against death as a one to one with good against evil.

But at the same time, everyone knows that it's the bad guys who pull corpses out of the soil with new vitality, while the good guys can immolate those zombies with scathing force and resurrect their own bloodlessly and prettily.

(Yes, it's because we see in zombies a specter of death and decay, graves dishonored, and such; I'm not saying there aren't reasons for it, but I think that you could just as easily argue the opposite- that perhaps the stuff of darkness is the stuff of life)

Other than the nature and aesthetics of their powers, Taylor has a pretty classic goody two-shoes kind of mechanical 'class'- they play very much like a final fantasy Paladin who balances healing and defense with solid, reliable damage output. A condition Taylor has that's shared by many other characters in their setting is this sense of burnout and the need to maintain a reservoir- Taylor has to balance spending symbolic blood to attack, and keeping enough of it in their body to hold together in both a literal and figurative sense. As a valiant and noble person, they are dangerously inclined to pushing to their limits or waxing too sacrificial- they want to take care of everyone, and sometimes that means there's not enough left to take care of themselves.

[marshmallowprotection]

Pspsps Kait

Ray, pulling you close to him with a smile on his lips, his eyes dangerous and yet so intoxicated with the sight of you, his precious tester, his sweet, lovely doll...

You won't have to worry about a thing, he'll keep you safe.

This is paradise, after all~

[Guess I'm writing more]

The only thing that was on her mind was how staring at these screens all at once gave her whiplash. There was so much winding information coming across each and every one of them and it was hard to focus on just one.

She had no idea how she did it.

Then again, it wasn't like he had a choice. He had to do it. There was no stopping in the middle of something. He just had to accept it. She still felt as though she was in a daze, and her mind was cloudy. It was like she was in a dream that wouldn't stop. As if the world wasn't real. As if everything around her hadn't ever been real.

As if no amount of trying to figure out where she was, was going to give her the answer. In fact, was she dreaming? Kaitlyn couldn't say for sure. Who was to say that she wasn't trapped in her mind again?

Who was to say that she hadn't finally lost herself to the animated fantasy that she always put herself into? Every time that she tried to say something it felt like the words were just cotton in her mouth. It was an incredibly uncomfortable sensation and she didn't like it.

That was what made her pause.

That was just the thing, though, if it was some kind of a daydream or just a dream, then she wouldn't be feeling any kind of discomfort in her body. She never imagined pain like that.

Her fantasy had always been an escape from reality and she couldn't figure out why she would imagine such uncomfortable feelings.

It just didn't make any sense. It was always possible that she was dreaming and the pain was happening outside of the dream.

It wouldn't have been the first time that she had a flair. So, it kind of made sense if she thought about it like that. But this did not change the fact that there was some worse pain than the feeling of a dry mouth. Her head felt like it was splitting into pieces.

She had migraines so that wasn't weird but this was different. This was a kind of pain that she had never felt before. It was like it was on fire and drenched at the same time. She would have described it as the feeling of oil on fire on top of the water.

It was like she wanted to wipe it away but no amount of trying to do it would make it better. It would just cling to her skin and stick to her. It made her feel the flames and the weight of the oil. If she struggled against it it would just make her sink into the ocean.

She wanted to curl up and make the pain go away. It was hard to sit up straight. She wasn't sure how she was doing it. Every time she got close to making sense of what she was feeling, she would lose her train of thought as she stared at the monitors.

The bright colors and numbers flashing against the screens did nothing but make her forget everything that she was doing. It was like she was on the cusp of understanding what was wrong, but she was too busy being locked in her own body.

Yes, that's what she would call it.

It was like she was inside her body but she was also on autopilot.

It was like she wasn't in control at all. But that expanded the real question she had, if she wasn't in control of herself, then who was? She just sat there in front of the flashing lights, unable to remember how she got there and why she was there.

What had she been doing?

Writing…?

That didn't sound right though… she didn't write at a desk when she worked… she didn't even have a desk. She didn't own many monitors, either.

"You've been a good princess. I was afraid you might be anxious I left you for too long," a pair of gloved hands pressed against either side of her shoulder and she blinked once, the masculine voice coming as a surprise to her… it sounded familiar… It sounded so pretty. "Thanks for waiting so patiently."

Did she know him?

She felt like she knew who he was. But, his name wasn't coming to mind. She wasn't even sure of her own name at that point. It was all a cloudy feeling.

She opened her mouth to say anything, something, but a dry feeling happened. She let a grimace overtake her features and looked down from the screens. She couldn't talk to him.

It hurt.

It hurt!

It hurt so much she didn’t know what to do.

"It hurts, right? I'm sorry… I'm sorry to cause you discomfort. Don't worry, this is a pain that won't last. It's okay if you're a little upset… but I'm here for you. I'm so happy that you're healing properly, to be honest with you. You must feel like you're floating, huh?" His voice continued to say more, this time closer to her right side as his breath tickled her cheek.

The stranger’s arms came to rest around her shoulders. She looked back at him to see eyes that seemed to glow in the reflection of the monitors. She knew those eyes, they sparkled like emeralds, and it made her feel warm for some reason.

She knew him.

She knew him, he was—

Her brown eyes widened and this dreamy smile appeared on her face as she seemed to finally remember who he was and why his voice felt so familiar. She didn't know why she was here with him, or how it'd be even possible for her to be with him. But, he was right in front of her and nothing else mattered.

"It's you, Ray."

Ray?

Oh, right... she liked Ray... but, how was Ray real? It must have been a dream, she reasoned, she must've been having a bad episode of pain and she was dreaming. That's why it hurt... that's why it felt so floaty and disjointed... that's why she thought everything felt weird.

She's just dreaming, she thinks.

If it really is a dream... she has nothing to worry about, after all, she'll wake up eventually and he'll be gone but her heart will still be tickled by the feeling of his hands around her like this. She still feels off, but Ray is here, that's all she needs.

"That's right, it's me," his voice speaks again as she's fascinated by his eyes too much to look away. "I know you've been hurting... but, may I be selfish for a moment? Can I ask you to do a few things for me, princess?"

She smiled, that dreamy feeling still clouded over her mind but her desire to make him happy was stronger, so, she nodded as her eyes closed once more to ease the throbbing. "Of course, I can, Ray... I'd do... anything you want if you asked."

She would miss the way that Ray's smirk widened, emboldened by her words. "I'm so honored. Thank you, thank you very much. I'd love to ask you about... the RFA. Do you think you can tell me everything you know about them? It would help me so much to hear you talk about... your... friends."

Oh?

Was she daydreaming about playing his route?

"Hahahahaha..." a giggle escaped her lips as she looked back at him, as if surprised by his question, she said, "Ray, you're my favorite, you don't need to be jealous of the RFA. I like you more than them... you don't need to worry."

His hand cupped her cheek to make sure that she was looking back at him directly. "I know, I know... I'm so lucky I have an angel like you in my life. But, I really want to know what makes you like them less than me, princess. What about their... characters... make you like me more?"

"Don't get me started," she lifted her hand to brush against his but she missed entirely, fingers coming to rest against his sleeve as she felt the dark fabric against her palms. "I don't think I'd shut up about it if I got started... I don't want to bore you... I couldn't even talk to you like I talk to myself... even if this is my dream... even if you're just my fantasy... you wouldn't wanna..."

Silence overtook the room as he leaned in, brushing his lips against her own with a small nudge. It was a little clumsy but Ray made up for that fact with his confidence. "I want to hear everything you have to say, princess. Tell me about all of it. Tell me all of their dirty little secrets. I'll never stop listening."

She smiled, feeling his sincerity. "Well, for starters..."

[commander-diomika]

Pspsps come get your angst and inevitable betrayals. (Part One) (Part Two) Part 3 - Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming Pairing: Zolf Smith/Oscar Wilde Rating: Upped to Mature for graphic depiction of blood/injuries Word Count: ~2200 Additional Tags: Slow Burn, 18-Month Time Gap (Rusty Quill Gaming), Rating Will Change to Explicit in Later Parts, Opposites Attract, Blood and Injury, Angst

Summary: "The longer they stayed, the more it delayed real progress on the mission. Hope had borne them this long, but Zolf knew by the heaviness in his heart, it was time to consider saying goodbye. In more ways than one.

He didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t want to be the one to tell Wilde that it was time to stop gambling on the chance that they might see the party again. There was a tragedy in the shape of an executioner’s axe hanging over them both, and Zolf was about to give the nod to drop it."

It's all fun and games until someone loses their smile.

Six days after Bosie’s arrival.

Zolf was walking back to the safe house from the temple of Hephaestus. It had been locked up tight, and there was no response to his hammering on the door.

I think it might be time to move on from this city, he thought. The ringing of his unanswered knocks at the temple had rung with a kind of finality. Both he and Wilde had held on here longer than they should, making any excuse they could to stay put in their current safehouse. Hoping to hear from Hamid and Sasha. Zolf and Wilde clung to Damascus, praying that any day word would come through. If they just stayed in the last place the other party members had been seen, it might make them easier to find. Hoping, hoping, hoping.

But the longer they stayed, the more it delayed real progress on the mission. Hope had borne them this long, but Zolf knew by the heaviness in his heart, it was time to consider saying goodbye. In more ways than one.

He didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t want to be the one to tell Wilde that it was time to stop gambling on the chance that they might see the party again. There was a tragedy in the shape of an executioner’s axe hanging over them both, and Zolf was about to give the nod to drop it.

“Ho, Wilde!” Zolf called, coming through the door. He sighed as he unslung his pack from his shoulders, thinking about how best to broach it.

When a few silent moments passed, Zolf surfaced from the depths of his thoughts, noticing that there was no response from within the townhouse. “Douglas?” he added uncertainly.

There was every chance the two of them were cozied up in Wilde’s room again. Zolf had seen a lot less of Wilde this week than usual, and he wasn’t looking forward to prying Wilde out of his torrid nest to have a hard conversation. Whilst it wasn’t any of Zolf’s business who Wilde took to bed, it was Zolf’s business that Wilde was... distracted. And if Wilde was planning on keeping Bosie around...

Depressed about the notion of so many hard conversations threatening, Zolf clanged his glaive into the weapons rack in the entry hall and threw down his bag, heading to the sitting room.

Shock has a way of warping perception, of making a mind skitter when it should seize. For instance, as he reached the door, the first thing that Zolf noticed was that the settee was the wrong colour, instead of Wilde’s bloodied body atop it.

Zolf swore, feeling like his legs wouldn’t respond, like everything moved slowly as the view properly hit him.

It felt like an age before he could move. Wilde’s upper half was drenched in blood, the couch dark and dripping with it.

“Wilde?” Zolf asked, almost inanely, as if expecting a response. Wilde had fallen back as if pushed, limbs splayed. The blood was leaking from multiple messy slices across his torso, darkening the soft turquoise shirt to a purple-black. That was shocking enough, but the real horror was Wilde’s cheek, sliced from temple to lips in a vicious, loose flap. Already Zolf was pulsating with healing light as he ran over, years of combat experience overriding the dumb shock. He nearly slipped in the growing pool of blood.

The wave of power emanating from Zolf slid like oil around Wilde’s body, none of it sinking it.

The cuffs! Zolf could have screamed. He yanked up the hems of Wilde’s pants. He snapped the cuffs off with strangely steady hands and blasted the man with magic.

“Don’t move!” Zolf cried. Can he move? Will he move? Zolf’s hands were slick within moments of touching Wilde’s face, the blood still oozing from the wound. Zolf’s stomach lurched, but he remained focused. He drew the two loose parts of Wilde’s cheek together before slamming more magic through it, his mind a horrified buzz. The point of a safehouse was that it was safe!

Wilde was trying to speak.

“Don’t! Just let me- don’t talk, Wilde, just wait.” There was so much blood- this kind of precision surgical work was better done by, well, surgeons, not hackneyed ex clerics who weren’t even sure why their magic still worked.

Zolf felt the loose pieces of skin begin to knit themselves back together beneath his hands, and no more blood flowed from the chest wounds. Zolf had a brief and horrifying flashback to Sasha, in pieces, her organs floating like a halo around her lifeless body. He didn’t want to keep getting his friends' blood on his hands, even if it was in the service of saving them.

Wilde weakly tried to push Zolf’s hands away and went to speak again through the ruin of his face.

“Don’t worry about me,” he managed this time. “Go after Bosie!”

“Stop! Talking!” Zolf replied, besides himself with anger, incredibly relieved that Wilde was conscious. “Wait- Bosie did this?”

Wilde was awake enough to hold a hand over his cheek and sit up. His face was painted stark red from the bridge of the nose down. His head had slumped to one side, wound facing up, blood flowing down; the effect was like he was wearing a shiny maroon bandana over nose and mouth. But his eyes were remarkably clear and angry.

“Yes. I don’t know- he turned, it wasn’t him anymore, or something took over him. He tried to take me with him and I- I fought back and-” Wilde went to stand, hand still clasped over his face. “I think he heard you- shit, Zolf.” Wilde’s eyes flicked around frantically, looking for the man who attacked him.

“Easy, easy.” Zolf stopped Wilde from rising and as he did, Wilde’s fire seemed to go out. Zolf kept talking. “It’s alright. It’s not important right now.” Zolf’s gut swooped with guilt as he looked at the wound. He’d gotten here just in time, but Wilde wasn’t walking away from this without scarring. “Just let me take care of it, ok?”

Zolf reached and cupped Wilde’s bloody cheek in one hand. Wilde half-closed his eyes and leant into the touch, breathing shakily. Zolf had been about to push more healing magic through the cheek, but he froze at the sensation of Wilde’s lips and breath against his blood-slick hand. Alive. Zolf had gotten here in time and his droll, irritating, shallow co-conspirator was alive.

Suddenly Wilde’s eyes flew open. “No!” he shouted and leapt to his feet, knocking Zolf’s hand aside. He looked completely deranged. “Get away!” Zolf backed up a few steps, hands outstretched as if he were taming a wild animal.

“I- Argh! He was infected!” Wilde clenched the tattered shirt to his chest, as though trying to hold his whole self together. “We spent this whole week together, in bed, fucking, kissing! You need to stay away!”

The wind went completely out of Zolf’s sails, his breath leaving him in an instant. Wilde was only semi-conscious and still reeling. Zolf would be impressed at Wilde’s acumen whilst distressed, if the point he had made wasn’t completely terrifying. Zolf took a few steps backward without realising.

“Wait, Wilde, just wait.” Zolf was still catching up. “You said, he tried to take you away. If you were already infected all he had to do was wait, righ’? A week, Curie said, all of her double agents lasted less than a week before they turned on people.”

“We can’t know that! Maybe he was just getting a head start! Fuck!” Wilde’s cheek started to bleed again with the strength of his swear.

Zolf had backed all the way to the other side of the room, only noticing when his arse gently bumped the wall. “The cuffs, Wilde.” He was grasping, but he desperately needed to find the right words to say to take that hellish look off Wilde’s face. “If it’s at all magical in nature, maybe the cuffs protected you.”

Wilde’s head snapped around frantically. In the carnage, he hadn’t realised they’d been taken off. He spotted them, discarded by the low table and moved to them.

“Wait, at least let me-” Unwilling to come closer, Zolf simply radiated as much healing as he could muster. Wilde, eyes unfathomably dark, nodded his thanks as he snapped the cuffs back on. He’d been on the brink for a moment there, terror threatening to snap him, but Zolf’s words, and the Stockholm-syndrome familiarity of the weight around his ankles had brought him back from whatever edge he’d been teetering on.

Wilde’s mouth twisted. He’d taken as much healing as Zolf could jam into him, but the scar was there to stay. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Zolf, you’re going to go up to my room and bar the window. I don’t care how you do it, move a wardrobe over it, stone shape it, whatever, but make it tight. Then I am going to go into that room, shut the door-” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “-and wait for seven days.”

Zolf gulped. “Righ-…. Right. That’s a good idea. I can bring you food and-”

“No. No food.” Wilde snapped. “No opening the door. Not if I beg, not if I scream. Not for anything.”

Zolf’s mouth was agape, trying desperately to catch up to Wilde, to meet him wherever he had gone. “No food? Don’t be daft, you’ll die.”

Wilde’s head snapped to the side, then to the other. It was unclear if he was shaking his head or simply processing with his whole skull. “No, I won’t. I’ll need water but I can live without food, or whatever we’ve got in the house. What are you waiting for? Do it now!” His demeanor had snapped from terror to fury. “Every second we waste dithering about it makes it more likely that this could take you too!”

Zolf obeyed. His hands had started to shake as the crest of the crisis passed, and he stilled them by taking action. He washed the blood off himself and dutifully collected all the vases from about the place to fill with water, grabbing any food in the kitchen that wasn’t raw ingredients. It amounted to some bread and dried fruit, but Zolf was still obscenely grateful there was any ready-to-eat food in there at all. The horror inherent to spending seven days alone in a single room was starting to spread like a dark inkblot in his mind. He kept moving, as if he could outrun a stain.

It was trivial to stone shape the window closed; the townhouse wasn’t particularly big or lavish. When he stepped out of the room, Zolf was met with the ghoulish sight that was Wilde waiting for him down the corridor. He had put a jacket over his slashed shirt but hadn’t even tried to clean the blood off his face.

Zolf paused in the door, looking Wilde over. “Curie said something about- about blue veins?” he said softly. He didn’t want to ask. The last thing he wanted to say was I told you so.

“What? Everyone’s veins are blue.” Wilde’s voice was flat, emotionless. Shock was setting in properly, Zolf diagnosed.

“I dunno. It weren’t clear, but… did you notice anything? On Bosie.” It felt horrible pushing Wilde right now, but knowledge was power. Wilde in his right mind would understand.

Wilde’s eyes shifted in either shock or deception. “No. I didn’t. But we spent a lot of time with the lights off.” Wilde gave his head a little shake, as if to dislodge a memory... or stop one from surfacing.

More than the blood, it was the blankness on Wilde’s face that was most unsettling. Zolf couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Wilde without a smirk or an arched brow or, more frequently these days, a soft little smile, usually when he thought Zolf wasn’t paying attention.

“What’s done is done. Worry about the “how” if I come out the other side of this.” Wilde took a step forward, waiting for Zolf to back off. “Go to the end of the corridor. Once I’m inside, I’ll shut the door. Bar it from the outside.” Metres between them, they performed a grotesque mockery of a tango step, Zolf stepping back, Wilde stepping forward. When Wilde reached the door, he stared into his room.

“And Zolf?” Wilde didn't look over at him, considering the darkness inside as though it held a secret. Perhaps pondering the poetic implications that his love den of the last week was to be his prison for the next.

“Yeh?” Zolf knew this had to happen. Knew it was a good idea. But gods, he wouldn’t wish this on his worst enemy. Wilde had just been betrayed in the most vile way, and now he had to sit in the dark with that for a week. Zolf hadn’t wanted Douglas around, but he certainly hadn’t wanted this.

“At the end of these seven days... if it’s not me in there-” Wilde finally tore his eyes away from the room and turned his gaze to Zolf’s. “-if I’m, monstrous or sick, if I try to hurt you...” He didn’t finish the thought.

“I won’t let you.” Zolf whispered through dry lips. Wilde didn’t have spell it out; they understood each other well enough by now.

Wilde nodded once, satisfied, and stepped into the dark.