#Omie's writing

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Doom Prompt 26: Showers

A self prompt I yeeted at my Doom Discord, Based on the Garnets Story

It doesn't go into detain, but have a very shell shocked Intern/Cimon getting.... an few eye-fulls of not just shirtless Argenta Sentinel Heavy's but also Doomguy/Slayer

.

26: Showers:

Cimon blinked as he heard the angry squeaking of one of the garden drones. The man looked around, having about to take advantage of the free access to showers again. Even if he had one last night, with the luxury of a clean, warm bed, he had nothing to do but recover here. So why not get another scrub?

It might help the unconscious feeling of having death ash staining his skin.

That was when Cimon heard the sounds, and followed them up the stairs a bit to find one of those horseshoe crab looking Argenta drones. Only it was on its back, the long legs that helped turn earth in the gardens were flailing in the air, as it had fallen just right coming down the stairs. There was a bundle of clothes not far, having been spilled off the drone down a few stairs below it.

Normally these little drones were good about righting themselves, but this one fell just right that the curve of its back ‘shell’ on the stair. Cimon winced at the sad trilling from it, then the drone flailed again with another set of squeaks as it tried to rock free. “Oh no, you okay there?”

The drone paused, tucking its legs close reflexively at a voice it did not know well. There was a squeaking chirp with a questioning edge.

Cimon was pretty sure Vega was not making the drone emote as he came up the stairs, “Need some help there little friend?”

The drone squeaked a soft three tone sound, waving one leg in Cimon’s direction, as if it was saying a shy, ‘yes please.’

The man tossed his towel over his shoulder coming to sit on the stairs beside the drone. Admiring at the Argenta technology once again that this drone was. It was a chance to get a good peek at how the legs and mechanisms worked as Cimon gingerly lifted the drone. Surprised at the weight, as he was expecting it to be heavier than it was. 

The garden drone gave a little buzz of a low tone that seemed very much like a sigh of relief. It slowly got up on the stair and tested its legs before rotating around to show Cimon the slight damage on the stubby antenna like tail, meeping a request.

Cimon grinned, more than happy to be sure the antenna was tightened back up and in place. “Better?”

There was a squeaky chirp back, it seemed happy.

The man looked at what had been spilled on the stairs, reaching to pick it up and finding the cloth was a very large pair of paints. Like the loose clothes the Argenta favored, only this was something that was almost an earthy purple shade. Deffently made for someone argenta size, not human. “What were you doing all the way over here with this?”

The garden drone meeped an alarmed sound seeing the pants unfolded from the fall. Coming up to Cimon and the long little legs reaching out to pick at the end of a pants leg. It was trying to roll up the very end of one of the pants legs. It was oddly cute.

“Need some help?” Cimon asked in a bemused tone, starting to fold the paints. Getting an exited trill as he did so, trying to be neat and at the drone’s insistence carefully placed it on the back of the horseshoe like back. Grinning as the garden drone placed in a circle, clearly happy before moving to the edge of the stair to start climbing down. 

…and Cimon found out that this drone had a reason for normally staying in the gardens. Unlike some of the longer legged drones, this one did not have big enough legs to quite make it. The man made a grab for it but missed as the drone slipped down the stairs and bounced a good five down before stopping upside down, those pants flung aside once more. There was a good four second pause before the sad squeaking started again, short mechanical legs flailing in the air.

“Oh…oh no.” The man tried really hard not to laugh, starting to move down the stairs. Cimon glanced up at the soft sound he learned Vega used in the Fortress to warn someone he was about to talk.

“I am sorry,” Vega’s smooth voice spoke up through the nearest speaker. It almost sounded like Vega was amused as well, “Would you be willing to put the drone down on the next level, Cimon?”

“Sure, what was it trying to do?” Cimon picked up the paints again, tossing them over his shoulder and carefully moved around the drone. Watching as the flailing stopped mid waving before the legs went limp as Vega must have done something. It let the man pick the now quiet drone up, and it was much easier to carry it. The garden drones were lighter than expected, but still a good fifteen to twenty pounds depending on the model. So it being still and not flailing helped make the walk back down the stairs easier.

“It was trying to deliver the last pair of pants to decontamination.” Vega sounded… interesting, the man realized as he set the drone down. The former colony AI sounded amused at the drone as he continued. “Would you be so kind as to deliver the paints there, Cimon? Haco is distracted and it will be needed for when the Slayer is finished.”

“Ah, sure, is it safe for me to go wherever the decontamination is?” The man asked, refolding the paints neatly, admiring the color before looking around. “And um, where is it? I thought the group that came back a few hours ago went to another area?”

“It's a different set of stairs that leads to a sealed area of the washing area.” Vega explained, “The Slayer started a habit that the Sentinels also follow to go down that way, as it's easier to clean up.”

Mostly, Vega could spray down the hall with the same chemical the Slayer used to get demon internals and blood off him. And then incinerated what was left in the hall to make it safe. 

Vega continued as he nudged the drone, so to say, to start heading to the normally sealed area. “Follow the garden drone, and it is safe in the area now Cimon. Asin and Haco are in the hall you will be going to.”

Cimon smiled despite himself at the mention of the two Argenta. Remembering the two, admittedly towering men that were somehow even bigger than the Slayer himself. Though Cimon had not seen them out of the armor, they seemed to fill it out. As well as the way they could face the demons humans could not, and able to fight the creatures one on one? He could only imagine what the near myth like Argenta were like out of armor, not really having seen much of anyone with a clear head while in quarantine the last few days. That healer still had been in armor, something about the ‘Wretched’s blood’ that got on Cimon that was also tied to the night terrors.

A scream had him looking up, tensing before Cimon realized it was not one of fear or pain. It was something he had not expected as a few kids of all things came running around a corner to Cimon’s left as he came to an open space of a crossroads. The garden drone scuttled off to the right, but the man could only stare in shock.

Kids.

And there were young kids, two seemed to be toddlers following the teen and those that could not be over ten. Encouraged to follow the older kids to a door that had one of those rooms with shower cubbies. One of the kids he realized in a shock was also a toddler, or that stage of growth right after, but was as big as some of the others. His bright white, but natural hair gave away that this was likely an Argenta child trotting after the human kids as the teen was looping back around to give an exaggerated, “Rarw!” 

To get the kids laughing and play screaming again. The little party running into the showers.

Kids.

There were babies here. 

It was one thing to be told of other survivors, to have a glimpse of adult humans. But kids… healthy, lively, playing kids. A few looked to be recovering from malnutrition like the kids that ARC picked up. Only unlike them, these kids were just being children. Not scared mute or flinching at any noise.

They likely felt safe here, enough to play.

There was a soft trill from the garden drone. A little thin leg tugged on the bottom of Cimon's pants leg for attention. The horseshoe crab-like drone gave a soft whistle as if asking what the wait was for. 

“...sorry little guy, I’ll follow this time.” Cimon said in a distracted way, but refocused on the garden drone and following it. Taking a few moments as he walked and almost hugged the fabric, to realize the emotion bubbling up was something like hope again. It was amazing being in an Argenta facility, one that was whole and not in ruins, in hell only able to be seen by drones that came back. There was a distinct architecture to this Fortress, it was fascinating.  

They had kids up here, and babies. They were safe enough to have kids and survivors like him, and elderly like the older couple he glimpsed walking down the hall earlier. All brought up here into the Slayer’s… home, not just a base of operations as the ARC had thought it was.

The garden drone he was following stopped at a wall, and it took Cimon a second to realize it was just a wider single door that opened down the middle. It had been painted on, or had several, many paintings made of hand prints. Small hands to larger ones, in different colors, and then over that where outlines to make… butterflies?

The semi hidden hall beyond was exposed, and Cimon swallowed down a startled sound. It was clean, even had a few more drones inside, the two types he had seen, like the argenta made garden type, the smaller hover ones that had Vega’s new emblem on them. Something new as well that was large and had a thick shell, and scraping parts that were working on cleaning the floor. 

Cimon just had not expected to see someone in the hall. 

The massive argenta man looked over at the open door, glancing at the new drone as it trilled for attention. Then dark green eyes looked at the distinctly shorter human, arching an eyebrow as he noticed the cloth he held. The man was definitely one of the tallest argenta, having a good head and shoulders over the normally towering Slayer himself. Darken, ash stained skin on his arms, face and neck. The exposed upper half of his body showed tanned, thick skin.

Scaring was visible over arms, shoulders and chest, as well as bleaching from demon blood, even a faint glowing mark on his right forearm. The man had short brown hair, freshly cleaned with the rest. Thankfully he had leggings on, but no shoes.

Cimon flushed despite himself realizing he was being eyed back. And that the leggings the argenta hand on were very low on his hips. The shorter man got an accidental eyeful, but could not look away. That was a lot of muscle, and what looked like a healthy layer of padding coming back over.

“Yes?” The voice was familiar, sounding amused and thankfully not offended. Haco glanced up at the nearest camera in the hallway.

Cimon startled, held up what he held, edging into the room like a hallway. “Sorry! Um, the garden drone was… ermm, struggling with the stairs. I have these. Vega said they were the last pair needed.”

“Ah, yes,” Haco turned partly, to where there was an open door behind him. “Asin! The Lord’s leggings are here, you don’t have to surrender yours.”

“Thank the gods, hold on, I’ll get them for you.” Another voice that Cimon recognized but could only put to an armor set that was impossibly tall like Haco.

…and yep that man coming out was definitely as tall as Haco. Being well over seven feet and just as broad and built to fill out the armor. Ragged scarring was down Asin’s abdomen like he had been repeatedly clawed there and around to his right hip. An assortment of other smaller scarring was scattered over his arms and shoulder. Demon blood had bleached a larger spot on the dark tan-olive tone skin on his chest and back like he had been soaked many times.

Cimon felt small, not so suddenly barely coming up to these men’s middles. His cheeks felt warm again as he was watching Asin tying the belt like strings attached to his own leggings. They were sitting rather low, not that dangerously low, but enough to see all the curves of muscles before Asin relaxed his stomach as he finished, revealing a layer of soft over the muscles. Neither he nor Haco had much but it was something on the way to healthy. 

The surviving Argenta were recovering too, Cimon reminded himself. Still staring for a moment before trying to shake his head. Good lord, he needed to focus. This was him trying to be useful to his hosts, not oggle his hosts. He could not even focus on the hall.

Cimon turned his head as he realized that he had drifted closer, and was even with one of the tables now. He was face to face with a massive shotgun. Face to handle? Pummel? But? Cimon was not sure what the right word was as he stared at the weapon that was not made for human hands, but the larger Argenta. 

…were shotguns a coincidence that humans made them? Argenta were around long before humans, right? 

“I think he likes it.” Asin mused as he was moving aside, only to grunt in pain at a prod to his ribs on his back. “Careful. That’s still smarting.”

A low rumbling that was felt in the chest interrupted Cimon’s thought process. Remembering the feeling of sound in his chest and bones as the Doom Slayer himself bent over and picked Cimon out of the mud he had fallen in. The man turned, wondering at what the Slayer looked like even remotely out of his armor. Cimon never got to see more than a hint of dark hair from behind--

Something very belatedly kicked in.

He was holding the Slayer’s pants.

The very same Slayer wandered out of his shower room, notably shorter than the two Argenta men. He was still taller than Cimon by… a lot. The death ash and char of some many years (...centories?) of fighting seemed to permanently dye his skin. But it was so layered with scarring it almost put to shame Haco and Asin in comparison if one was going to compare them for some reason. Eerie blue-green eyes that seemed to glow turned from head tilting at Haco, before noticing Cinmon. 

Cimon definitely felt small, like he could be broken in so many ways as the Slayer turned his attention to the sole human in the room like hall. The neutral expression was not aggressive, mildly surprised if anything. Then a wide toothy smile was flashed as the Slayer walked over, the towel he was using on his arms was tossed over his shoulder as he walked over to the now very rooted Cimon.

He had the Slayer’s pants.

Cimon started to lift his arms, but could only stare with wide eyes as the slayer, sans armor… and under suit… sans everything just walked up to him. The smaller man tried to say something, but it came out as a strangled whine. 

He did get his eyes back up at chest level!

There was a thunder deep rumble of amusement as the Slayer stopped. Looking bemused before chuffing a chuckle like sound and reaching out. A large hand resting on Cimon’s head and ruffling the very short hairs trying to regrow there. It was a bit heavy-handed, not painful, before the Slayer reached down and picked up the fabric from the smaller man’s unresisting hands. Stepping back and smoothly getting into his leggings and tying them as he turned, grunting in mild annoyance that he had to finish tying the strings before his hands were free.

Cimon could only watch with some awareness, his face and chest felt hot. So it took a delayed moment to realize the Slayer was… using sign language?

“Yes, brother,” Haco rolled his eyes, motioned at the table, “I’m already done, with your and my weapons. It’s just Asin’s that are left. We’ll get yours in your workshop. Go see your daughters.”

The Slayer grinned wide again, stepping back to pick up the two sword hilts on the tables. Pushing the larger one in his waist band at his hip and holding the other in the right hand. Turning back he snorted softly at seeing the glazed look on the human, resting a hand on his head before awkwardly patting Cimon again and walking out the door the smaller man came from.

Cimon squeaked belatedly, flushing even deeper as Haco laughed.

The bigger argenta turned back to the tables, starting to subspace some of the larger, and clean, weapons. “Careful, consorts don’t really get all the action you might think they do. It’s really rare for our king.”

“Not impossible, just rare.” Asin added, the tease almost hidden fully under his even tone.

“...that’s…a thing?!”

“He is a king,” Haco snorted, grinning as wide as the Slayer had now. “War Kings are aloud the queens and a few consorts as well.”

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Why you call me out?!

[choccy-milky]

ominis sandwich 🥪🥹 (( from a oneshot called scriptorium to sepulcher! it takes place after the scriptorium, where ominis is still depressed about finding his aunt noctua dead, and so clora and seb try to cheer him up💕 thank you again for writing this RGKO!! ))

[lale-txt]

me today unfortunately

[daisysplosion]

wtf ever. my xiaolin showdown au where its set in the late 2010s instead of the 2000s. aka basically my own version of xs idgaf

anyways . my designs for my self indulgent au... i luv how rai came out he's smug as fuuuuk. i'll explain their roles and changes in personality if u ask i suppose... (pleading emoji)

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Some of Omie's head cannons

-big guy collects photos he finds. Scrapbooks fill with small family history, loose pictures, wedding albums found, even tablets and phones are picked up and carefully store in his subspace equivalent. From abandoned places, ruins, eeriely quiet places that used to be evacuation points.

-looooves simple but rich foods. Puddings? Amazing. All the flavors of macaroni and cheese? Holy shite! Root beer? .0. give him raw fruit and veggies? You get an awkward head pat!

-He would really like to (carefully) pat and/or poke humans. They're so small and soft looking, he forgot what it was like around them. He wants to just...help. but when he meets humans there's demons and Things Need To Be Done to protect them.

I wanna hear your guys’s doom slayer headcanon!!!

In the mean time this is some of mine :)

Doom slayer headcanons

Used to be a coffee drinker but now prefer tee which is something he picked up during the little down time he had in Argent D’Nur

Had braces growing up which resulted with him having a bit of a small tooth gap in the top row of his front

Speaking of mouths, he has a really awkward smile. He sorta forgot how to do that after phobos

My man still has a serious case of bacne aka acne on his back despite his body nearing 40+

Avoid being around lager groups of people and just people in general during his day today business like grocery shopping ( if you look at the map of Earth in eternal you can see the most effected parts, somehow Australia is the only place that hasn’t been effected, I like to imagine that there ya not necessarily a safe haven more so incredibly over crowded but there’s still a semblance of normal life which is maybe why you can actually find old pizza boxes and snacks in his room in eternal.)

You can not tell me that this man is NOT a big snore. Like it’s full on “zzzzz Mir Mir Mir Mir Mir”

I like to imagine that big man is also really into tinkering whit anything electronic.

[zentriii]

atsumu groans when light fills up his room. his head's submerged in the clouds and all he knows is that he's going to have to call out of practise today. fuck.

the sheets beside him are barely warm so he forces his eyes open and rubs the crust out with the back of his hand. what kiyoomi won't see can't hurt him. his phone reads 6:23. at least he's awake early enough that kiyoomi hasn't left yet.

the process of brushing his teeth and throwing a pair of clean, non-sweaty pants on feel like they take up five years. there's a fit of nausea trying to make itself known in his stomach but he wants to see kiyoomi off.

"how're you feeling?" kiyoomi asks, filling a plate up with eggs.

"like i wanna be run over by a car." atsumu finds that to be more of an honest statement than he thought it was. he can barely stand up but the unsteadiness of walking over is daunting.

"do you think you can eat some eggs?" there's a small gesture towards the plate in his hands but fuck – the thought alone of how greasy the butter is, the strong flavours of salt and pepper – he could puke.

"i dunno if i could keep 'em down t'be honest," he mumbles, shame churning in his gut. it's not the first time kiyoomi's seen him sick – but it's the first time since they started living together. there's nowhere to hide in their apartment.

"try?" and it's that classic Omi-Pout�� that has him folding. a little because it's cute. a little because he still feels like he's imposing sometimes. a little because he refuses to live with regrets – if all there is, is here and now, atsumu knows he'll be upset if kiyoomi becomes upset too.

there isn't much else for him to do but shrug helplessly and unstick his feet from the ground. walking isn't too bad after the first step – or with company.

the toaster pops off and kiyoomi quickly adds those to his plate before atsumu can even finish washing his hands – as if he'd refuse anything more once he sat down. kiyoomi's not wrong, but still! it's the principle of the matter – wait is atsumu internally trying to convince himself that kiyoomi should consider him a simp? that that's how he wants to be seen?

does he? he does not. (does he?)

atsumu is very confused on which side he's on right now and comes to the conclusion that his head hurts so he will not be thinking further on this matter. he sits down.

kiyoomi's long since scurried off to grab his gym bag and change out of his pjs but despite atsumu's 23 years of life – he misses him. his company's a quiet but solid one and the warmth that atsumu always feels from beside him leaves in exchange for a cold chill. the egg starts tasting more bland.

surprisingly enough – flavour-wise it isn't all that rich to begin with. kiyoomi's the type to overdo quite literally everything when it comes to food, and even though atsumu was expecting something more mellowed out in terms of taste, it's super easy on his stomach.

he wants to ask but kiyoomi beats him to it, walking out of their room and ready for the day. "i used less salt and pepper and cooked it on oil instead of butter. are you alright to finish it?"

atsumu's stomach turns into a mess for a whole new reason and there's tears pricking at his eyes that he ignores. "yeah," he croaks, voice far too fragile to say any more.

"i called coach already, i left some medicine on your nightstand and – rest well okay?" kiyoomi's brows furl and it rushes into atsumu all at once how far kiyoomi's going for him.

kiyoomi who hates being sick, hates the idea of even getting sick. kiyoomi who's been playing nurse since atsumu woke them both up in the middle of the night with a sudden fever, not once complaining about being in close contact with him.

"omi-kun–" atsumu's voice warbles. he's gonna regret this later but he's. he's not even sure what he wants to say but he feels steady enough on his feet thanks to the food kiyoomi carefully made.

"i'll be back soon yeah?" and it's the way kiyoomi doesn't make a step to the door that brings words flooding out of atsumu.

"i'll be waitin' at home for ya." there's a silent moment where he wonders if he chose wrong, if kiyoomi wasn't really ready to refer to his apartment as theirs. it's only been two months since he–

"yeah, love you." atsumu hates how he can't smother kiyoomi's stupid pretty little face in kisses so instead he engraves the curve of kiyoomi's pleased and wobbly smile into his mind.

atsumu knows his face is just as sappy. he can't quite find it in himself to care.

"love you too."

[miyasstan]

Sakusa (touch me and you'll die) kiyoomi actually likes cuddling and Miya (physical touch is in my DNA) atsumu always turns into a flustered mess. His heartbeat would go erratic because the way Omi randomly but fondly snuggles with him and caresses his hair will always leave him breathless.

(soft omi and shy tsumu has my heart <3)

[jjkyaoi]

are there any sakuatsu fics out there where kiyoomi isn’t genuinely abusive. or where he isn’t just uncalled for nasty all the time 😭 because i’m at the end of my damn rope searching for ones where he doesn’t put atsumu through the layers of hell before or WHILE they’re together

[shyamanuensis]

hello i really like your writing style. anychance you could write something on the HL boys as dads? sorry in advance if you dont take requests thanks

Hi! Thank you for the ask :) I've never really written something like this before but I've managed to whip up something that I hope is what you're after. Stuck with fan-favs however am happy to extend this if there's interest. Enjoy xo

Sebastian -

“Dad, I’ll just be hanging out with friends.” “No.” “Dad, c’mon please?” “No.” “Ugh! You’re sooo unreasonable.” It was the same argument you heard every Friday night. The battle between Sebastian and Violet for an ounce of freedom in your daughters’ eyes was and had always been a clear no in your husbands. The two of you had struggled being thrown into the parenting game so early on. Finding out you were pregnant a day before graduation had been both unexpected and exciting. Sebastian vowed he’d do everything possible to protect his daughter from the big wide world yet as she got older, more independent, more headstrong – he had a hard time coming to grips with the fact she’d never remain just his little girl. You placed the book you’d been trying to read for the last half hour on your lap and sighed, glancing over your glasses at them. “If I remember correctly, we got up to a lot worse things than meeting up with friends for a butterbeer. She’s 15, Sebby. Let her have some fun. Be home before 9 dear. Any later and you won’t be going out again.” Your daughters face lit up in an instant. The thrill and excitement in her eyes a very mimic of the same yours years ago use to hold. Grabbing her coat off the hook by the door, Violet ran around the house to place a kiss on your cheek and slip some cash from her dad’s wallet with a cheeky grin. “Don’t wait up – I’ll be safe – I promise. Thanks Mama, bye Daddy. Love you both!” In a flash, she was out the door, the hard wood slamming behind her. “You give in too easy.” “You forget what it was like to be her age.” Sebastian shot you a smile; a memory clearly coming back to him of your younger days as a light blush flushed across his cheeks. “Guess we were a lot more fun back then.” “We have the house to ourselves... we could be a lot more fun now?” Your suggestion hadn’t gone unnoticed. Fun tonight, wasn’t the only thing you’d both be having.

Ominis -

“Daddy’s home!” The announcement made by your daughter as she heard the front door of the manor unlock floated like a breeze throughout the house as she ran down the stairs and up the hall to jump into Ominis’ arms the moment he walked in. It didn’t matter how many times you’d witness the scene. Your heart melted every single time. Sipping on tea in the hallway, you watched your husband carry his little bundle of joy up towards you, the young girl peppering kisses all over his cheeks. “How was work Daddy? I missed you! Mummy and I went shopping today and then to the park and we had lunch with Aunty Anne and I saw the cuuutest puppy. Can we get a puppy daddy? Pwetty pwetty pwease?” You could see that Ominis was flustered by the questions thrown at him not having a chance to get a word in edgewise when it came to Aurelia who at first you thought definitely had her fathers’ reservedness however after a while began to just as loud, social and talkative as you. “Sweetheart, Daddy’s just come home – give him a minute”, you gently reminded her, arms out to take her off your husband. “It’s not a puppy, but I did get you something sweetheart”, Ominis chimed in, pulling a soft fluffy teddy bear from behind his back for her. “Oh wow! Look mummy! The teddy has eyes just like daddy! Oh I love him!” With that Aurelia began to twirl and dance with the bear down the hall to her own hummed tune as you watched with a giggle, finally being able to greet your husband with a subtle, yet deep kiss. “You need to stop spoiling her.” “My love, she’s 4, there’s no such thing as spoiling a 4 year old.” Feeling a hand rub soft, tender circles at your stomach, you smiled; placing a hand over Ominis’. “Remind me again?”, he asked quietly, the secret of your pregnancy still being kept just between you both. “9 weeks.” “So not long until we can tell the world.” “Not long at all my dear.” The once cold and misery stricken manor had been nothing but warm and cosy since you’d been around. The house having turned into a home – just the way Ominis had always intended it to be.

Garreth -

“Vincent, Rory, William, Daniel and James Weasley – I swear, if you’re not all sitting down at this table for dinner by the time I count to 5, the lot of you including your father will be in so much trouble, lives will not be worth living!” Five boys. Five. What had you done in a past life to deserve this? The constant play fighting and trouble they caused wasn’t their fault entirely. Their father had just as much influence on them it seemed than they did themselves. Hands rubbing at your shoulders unexpectedly, you had sunk into your seat with a sigh – for one night, just one damn night, wanting a dinner where the family sat and ate in peace. “Stressed?” You tilted your head back to gaze at Garreth who was standing behind you. “You did this.” It was easy to point the blame, however you were both keen on having a large family. Five under five at one stage had been a struggle – but now as the eldest begun to settle into their pre-teen years, you felt you lived with a pack of savage animals. “I just want one meal – one meal where the boys behave themselves. Is that so much to ask?” Your quiet plead torn as you began to smell smoke coming from the living room. “BOYS! NO LIGHTING FIRECRACKERS IN THE HOUSE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?” Leaning down to kiss your forehead, Garreth gave your shoulders a light squeeze and mentioned that he’d handle the kids. Weasley mischief-makes.  The lot of them; Garreth included. “You have a minute”, you smiled at him, “Otherwise the lot of you are sleeping outside.” “Oh come on… I know you’d rather have me beside you in bed.” “Garreth, I’m pretty sure you beside me in bed is the primary reason behind all – this – stress.” Twirling your hair around his fingertips, Garreth attempted to slip into his best ‘authoritative father mode’, but you knew it wouldn’t work. You’d be the un-fun mum who had to pull them all back into line. There was never a dull minute in your life. Funnily though – you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Random new doom head cannon, I like the idea the Slayer collects small things.

Imagine him finding these painted rocks in a building and just goes hunting for all that he can find to put in different spots in the Fortress. It's not anywhere the same, but they're still cute and he can pat them when lonely.

[emilycollins00]

Hiii I don't know if you would write it (it's okay if you don't) but to change the tone a bit, could you do a list of toxic traits/red flags of the troupes members? I saw it in another fandom and thought it would be interesting! love your stuff btw

Thank you for waiting love!! 💕 That said, hope you are still around aksdjkdn it's been a while.

I wasn’t sure if you meant in a relationship or just in general, so I went with the flow a bit and did whatever felt more suitable for each at the time (hence why some are longer)

Warning: I focused on showing bad traits and exploiting them so my apologies if any fan doesn’t like what I chose, don’t take it too much to heart!

A3! and their toxic traits

Sakuya – Conflict avoidance / Insecure

He struggles to voice what he wants because he’s afraid of upsetting others, this leads to Sakuya never deciding anything which can become kinda... vexing.

Of course, when there’s a fight he just doesn't wants to argue, and definitely avoids discussing certain topics. Not to say he’ll just apologize, but he will often try to find a solution (even if it doesn’t make much sense) to pretend it’s all good and everyone is content when in reality, no ones is.

Itaru – Childish / Half-assed

Has a tendency to talk about people behind their back when they do something that upsets him, instead of talking it out.

Sometimes going out with him feels like babysitting. He tends to complain if he’s in a place he didn’t want to be. It’s his day off and you two already saw one another three days ago, couldn’t he just have stayed at home?

Incredibly bad memory when it comes to remembering special occasions but try asking him when is the birthday of his favorite character… or maybe don’t.

Masumi – Overly intense / Tunnel focus

This boy’s downfall are relationships. Masumi has incredibly intense feelings – that’s no surprise, so when he finally falls the beginning is perfect, almost fairytale like.

But then he asks opinions about choosing a wedding venue. Asks about a having kids. When going to the store he even begins to look for baby clothes. First week gone and he’ll want to meet with in-laws. Want to move in together.

He loves so much that it’s overbearing and doesn’t realize how pressuring he is – how fast he’s willing to move everything. Still, what’s there to think? Their partner must want the same thing.

Chikage – Righteous / Emotionally Distant

Being with him, whether it’s in a romantic relationship or friendship, is emotionally draining.

While people pour everything they have into their relationships, Chikage, aside from the people from Mankai, won't even be half as invested. And all the time, patience, and effort that should've come from both parties is off unbalance which ofc turns into an eventual distance.

IF he’s ever confronted about it he sighs, because as expected, it now has become a tiring task for him. People know he’s usually like this. Why getting angry or bothered by his persona? It’s not like he was lying or anything to anyone.

Tsuzuru – Workaholic/ Untrustworthy

I think at first his relationships would be great. Tsuzuru does try to make time for friends/partners/family after all.

But sooner than later, he’s again cramped up with scriptwriting, uni, work... you name it.  People notice the pressure he’s under, so he’s usually proposed to take a break, to go with someone somewhere, but he just doesn’t listen. 

He will be apologetic “I’m so sorry, I have to complete this before the end of... “I forgot we were…” “I’ll make it up to you next time!” and it’s understandable, but he’s always like this.

If anyone insist too much, he might get irritated and snap, and if the person snaps back or leave he does realize how badly he messed up… but half the time, he won’t make a move. He’ll tell himself to talk it later.

Citron – Toxic Positivity / Overthinker

King of no one can be mad if we don’t focus on the issue? A little bit tactless given the situation as well.

And god bless him but while he takes notice if anyone is not feeling well, partner or not, he decides to be absolutely oblivious to their bad moods. If they want to talk about it he doesn’t get it either. Why is everyone upset about it, at least it’s over now!

Doesn’t like taking responsibility for his actions, making excuses to justify his behavior.

Tenma – Accusatory / Invasive

Always has something to say, no matter the argument – even if he's clearly the one in the wrong. Instead of working it out rationally, he shifts the blame away and pins it on the other person, guilt-tripping into thinking he's the one compromised.

If others were indeed wrong however, prepare for a non-stop nagging for days to come. If driven by his ego, this will escalate and in eeeevery conflict, this will be brought up.

In a relationship Tenma thinks he has the right to intervene in his partner’s personal affairs, meaning if they have something going on or someone they have a problem with, he’s going to lash out even if he was asked to leave it alone. What-? Why are you mad? You should be thanking him!

Muku – Pessimist / Passive

He want to know everything about everyone and in a relationship, his partner is always free to tell him about their problems… but that’s when troubles begin.

Overly sensitive, and when stresses he’s the type to blame himself in any situation which makes dealing with him kind of exhausting after a while.

That said, despite his kind self, Muku is overly passive in his communication. He often avoids direct confrontation, leading to unresolved issues which given his pessimistic nature as well have him tensed all the time awaiting when his actions might turn against him.

Since it really always his fault, you don’t have to remind him.

Misumi – Uncommunicative / Dismissive

Misumi, as many here, has a tendency to avoid confrontation and suppress his emotions, leading to communication barriers and unresolved issues in any type of relationship.

As it goes, this lack of communication prevents any relationship from progressing and resolving underlying issues, creating a stiff dynamic... at least from other people's view, since Misumi likes to get over things quickly and expects everyone to do the same. A little bit tactless in that sense.

This includes having a hard time taking the blame. He wants it to be on everyone. Even if it’s his fault, the closest anyone’s ever going to get is something like Mmm we all said and did things we shouldn’t, right? let’s try to move on!

Kumon – Overwhelming / Unattentive

He doesn’t even know he usually speaks over or interrupts others but definitely knows he has the need to protect their partner.

He’s so deluded into thinking he’s doing a good thing by pulling their partner away from the slightest danger. Sidewalk is too crowded? He’ll insist to walk on the busy road. Too hot today? Maybe it’s better to stay inside. He pulls everyone away every time he thinks they are close to getting hurt. At first it’s nice, but does become suffocating.

And if it's his partner tells him they don’t need his help, he’ll laugh before assisting anyway.

In general relations sometimes he will not stop even if you can’t keep up with him if he’s too excited. He’s just go go go all the time.

Kazunari – Liar / Dependant

On one hand Kazunari knows he can be completely honest with his partner, but he can’t differentiate between being honest in a way that supports a healthy relationship without… sometimes being honest in a way where he says something to hurt their feelings. So yeah, he sometimes lies.

He also involuntarily crosses boundaries (no consent in certain lives, photos uploaded…) and suffocates with constant attention. He struggles with trust issues too, constantly seeking validation from his partner or others to alleviate his insecurities.

This behavior in the end becomes draining if he’s in a relationship, as his partner feels trapped and unable to maintain their independence.

Yuki – Non-existent filter / Accusatory

During intense moments of blinding anger, Yuki jabs out everything he thinks without ever sugarcoating it, and there really isn't much to stop that.

Also maybe because while logical most of the time, he’s a bit short-tempered in certain situations (especially when stressed), so if provoked or at least he feels recriminated, he'll say some really hurtful things, insecurities that people took time to open up to with him.

If something goes wrong and he’s not in the fault he’s quick to complain as well. He already knew what was going to happen, so why did everyone insist on doing it? And why would anyone think he will sympathise afterwards? 

Banri – Expectations / Charge

Wants to be in charge of everything. Prone to micromanaging their partner while stubbornly refusing to ask for help even if it’s obvious,

He has so much going on that if anyone crosses him, romantic relationship or not, Banri will play with the “I will leave if you want”. Because he would leave and he wouldn’t even feel regretful.

Because of his good memory and capacities, he tends to wait for people to catch things quickly. He didn’t bring coffee to class and expects people to know that he drank it on the way because morning rehearsal was rough. He didn’t answer anyone’s text so he expected everyone to know that needs revision – to him, that stuff is easy. What? No one knew? He always does similar details for everyone – he shouldn’t have to say it out loud every time.

Specially his partner. They should know what he’s thinking in these moments. If they don’t, maybe they didn’t love him as much as they said.

Taichi – Jealous / Low self-esteem

This boy lacks confidence in himself and the relationship no matter the type.

Catches himself thinking how everyone is much better than him – and in a relationship he’s scared his partner would leave him for anyone. Makes sense. They are perfect and kind, he’s just... him.

Of course he would want to be with their partner all the time, very clingy and overly emotional when arguing with him or when they tell him off. Might have taken a look or two at his partner's notifications of messages. He felt bad after though, he promises!

Juza – Self-esteem / Walls

Usually clueless about what he’s doing wrong and can’t seem to know how much effort to put into a new relationship, romantic or not. It could be days of not talking with him or him not answering just because he didn’t know if it would feel abrasive.

So yeah, I wouldn’t say he’s blinded by his anxieties and worries but then again, it’s not like he’ll ever talk about it with anyone either.

In a relationship, Juza wouldn’t think they love him enough to stay if he reveals all his insecurities. In his eyes, his partner will leave him one day, he knows it. They are too good for someone like him.

Sakyo –  Rigid / Controlling

Exceedingly strict but only when it’s related to him. Like, he doesn’t pick up the phone during work time because that wouldn’t be professional of him, yet when he’s with others? He continues mentioning work-related stuff or leaves to take calls.

There’s also certain controlling behavior in his romantic relationships. While he may initially come across as caring and devoted, his need for control becomes evident as the relationship progresses, leading to feelings of suffocation and resentment.

When in a fight, Sakyo is rough with his words and has to have the last word no matter what. His anger also lasts for days and the silent treatment is a huge thing. Will act like nothing has happened after that.

Omi -  Low esteem / Unwillingness to commit

This man's steps on eggshells with relationships, romantic or not. Omi is terrified to let anyone in and see their eyes judging.

In a relationship he’s too scared to show how much he loves his partner and honestly that very own cautiousness, that unwillingness to fall, hurts more than he realizes.

Omi is also someone who never expresses complicated feelings, either. He might just need time, but never asks for any.

People are left feeling like they might only be in the relationship because he doesn’t want to hurt their feelings. When asked he hesitates, which hurts the most. He can’t seem to understand he needs to let himself go. This happens again and again because in the end, Omi decides that it’s best to not fall at all – he doesn’t need another scar.

Azami – Extreme / Overly guarded

Azami is prude but as he grows, he becomes not so… accepting.

He scoffs wherever he sees something he doesn’t approve, and if in a relationship their partner wants to hold his hand, he’ll rip it away and lecture them angrily about how it might look to others. You should know by now.

As such, he tends to be emotionally distant and closed-off in all relationships. He struggles and often avoids discussing his feelings or concerns.

This emotional guardedness creates insecurity in the relationships, as many feel like they are unable to connect with him on a deeper level. His reluctance to open up leads to communication misunderstandings as well.

Their partner or friends must not love him, that’s the only reason he can think of – but he won’t show his fear of that possibility.

Tsumugi – Distracted / People pleaser

This young man doesn’t make it on purpose, which is all the way down frustrating.

He will have periods of time where he’s attentive to everyone, and in a relationship his partner is his number one priority.

Others becomes overly focused on his own pursuits, leaving little time or energy for nurturing any type of relationship. When he notices, he becomes again hyper attentive, doing anything for the relationship to not deteriorate.

But since additionally Tsumugi struggles to communicate effectively about his emotions and decisions, this leads to more distance to grow.

Hisoka – Ghosting / Short-tempered

Honestly he doesn’t look into the care and delicacy relationships take. Doesn’t answer messages nor call and if he does it’s quick and short.

He’s sparse with his attention. No, he doesn’t want to go out, partner, friend, or whatever should stop asking. Also it’s becoming annoying. When in a fight, if he finds it’s not important, it will always seem like he doesn’t care about anything.

Hisoka won’t compromise either, he won’t be more attentive, he doesn’t want to be, that’s too much work. And if they try to force it? Then people just don’t get him and probably just want to change him.

People unwllingness to accept and understand who he is only proves to him that this specific relationship whatever people what to call it, wasn’t meant to be, so he shrugs it off.

Azuma – Façade / Bottling emotions

No matter what, he refuses to share information about himself and can’t keep everything equal, whether you are a friend or his partner.

If there’s a feeling like something is off, and anyone mentions it rather than admitting what’s on his mind he’ll simply say that it’s fine, that all is good and perfect, and then proceed to bury it even deeper within him.

Azuma keeps burying his feelings in and trying not to resent whatever is causing him like this more and more until one day something happens and his emotions erupt out of him and he’s crying or worse, leaves for some time.

If anyone wants to know where he’s been, well, good luck trying to figure it out.

Tasuku – Rough / Absent-minded

Prioritizes his own needs and desires above others, resulting in selfish and insensitive behavior. I can’t imagine Tasuku changing his routine to fit someone else in, lover or not.

To him it’s pretty straightforward If someone doesn’t fall into sync with him, that’s life and this relationship just wasn’t meant to be. What? Why should he change the time he goes to the gym – shouldn’t his partner just get up earlier if they want to eat breakfast with him?

Or with his friends, sure he gets along, but why should he alter the way his life is, and try to finish rehearsal earlier? He doesn’t get the reason to change and tends to avoid fighting, not just because of cutting contact, but because he doesn’t want to fight with anyone... he doesn’t have time for whatever it is.

Homare – Overly worried / Opinionated

By now everyone should know that he will not give you much space when there’s a problem. He will constantly be asking questions about it and little time does he tries to listen to all versions or if he even should intervene.

And holy molly does he intervene often enough.

Also Homare doesn't get mad almost never, but becomes incredibly distressed when something goes wrong.

He won't say anything when he's feeling like that though. It's hard for him to control his emotions during a difficult time period and usually needs to be comforted to calm down but becomes so difficult when it’s time to allow people into the real him.

Guy – Distant / Trust

If this man ever has any type of problem, most people, partner included, will never know.

It’s not that he’s actively trying to keep things away, but he has no way of knowing that he should be sharing certain things.

Everyone is held at arm’s length. His partner might think being his partner would make them close, but it always feels like he confides in his troupe more than them.

Guy doesn’t have a good example of what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, so don’t expect him to do anything romantic unless anyone tells him so. He also doesn’t have a filter, meaning he’s brutally honest. No one should be surprised if he hurts feelings in his monotonous voice.

_______________________________________________________

Hope you all enjoyed it, definitely interesting to think of them in these terms.

Have a wonderful day! 💕💕

[flyingwargle]

sakusa is at onigiri miya, seated at the bar beside suna, osamu preparing orders on the other side of the counter. he stares at his future brother-in-law, in disbelief at his request. "why does it have to be me?" he asks. "why can't you do it?"

"it's because 'samu breaks down laughing every time," suna says. "also, he sucks at it."

"and," osamu adds, "it's mariah carey. i ain't signin' those lyrics ta my twin."

"have you considered a different song that doesn't address an object of affection?"

"it'd be funny, 'specially if yer doin' it!"

sakusa takes a contemplative sip of tea. this is his first year celebrating with the miya family, which apparently takes christmas very seriously, since it includes a mandatory performance of a holiday song.

"'tsumu hates doin' it." osamu shapes rice in his hands. "he threw a huge tantrum when we were kids, an' after that, he never participated. he just sits there without his hearin' aids. s'why we were surprised that he's bringin' ya home this year."

"it's because my parents and siblings are overseas." that explains why they've never celebrated with osamu and suna, despite how much atsumu values his family.

"apparently, 'tsumu got ya a pass, sayin' we shouldn't scare ya with our freaky traditions, but it'd be fun if ya joined in," osamu tells him. "whaddaya say?"

the irony of atsumu having his audiology appointment at this very moment isn’t lost to sakusa. he takes an onigiri. “to reiterate, you want me to learn, memorize, and perform a jsl version of mariah carey’s all i want for christmas is you in two weeks?”

“yup.”

“you’re ridiculous. i’ll do it.”

osamu smirks. “glad ta have ya onboard. happy ta supply ya with all the umeboshi onigiri ya want.”

“we might be on holiday break, but i still have to watch my diet.” his phone goes off out of the corner of his eye. sakusa glances at the notification. “atsumu just finished his check-up. no change in his hearing loss.”

“isn’t that the greatest present of them all?” suna remarks, only half-sarcastic. sakusa and osamu nod in agreement.

that night, sakusa watches the video that suna sent him. fortunately, the translated lyrics are in the description, which he follows while listening, and afterwards, he slowly signs each word to get a feel for the rhythm. he’s watched sign language covers of songs before. surely he could pull it off?

the bathroom door opens, and atsumu sits on the couch beside him. sakusa has closed the video, reading an article instead, glancing over when atsumu taps his shoulder. “what are you reading?” he signs.

“motoya sent me an article about volleyball-related head injuries. he must be talking to himself,” sakusa says and signs. atsumu’s eyes crinkle in silent laughter, leaning against him while going on his phone.

two weeks isn’t a lot of time to practice, but sakusa makes it work. osamu and suna help by distracting (terrorizing, really) atsumu, dragging him away to buy presents, taste-test dishes, and playing holiday songs through his hearing aids via bluetooth. it makes him grouchy, but sakusa cuddles him until his tension melts away.

finally, it’s time to drive to the twins’ childhood home in hyogo. sakusa and atsumu decorate while osamu and suna cook, and on christmas eve, he meets the extended miya family, cousins, aunts, and uncles that he only heard in passing. he’s introduced as atsumu’s partner, bowing politely with his arms by his side. no one tries for a handshake; he gives his partner a grateful look, who smiles back in response.

christmas day is lively, with cousins running amok, aunts in the kitchen with osamu, and uncles shoveling snow outside. sakusa finds himself surrounded by the smallest cousins, who hang off his long limbs and squeal when he folds his hands to his wrists. an aunt herds them into the kitchen for a snack, giving him the chance to escape upstairs for a break.

atsumu joins him a few minutes later. “everything okay?” sakusa asks, knowing how easily overwhelmed his partner can get.

“yeah. i’ll get a break durin’ the singin’ tonight.” atsumu sits beside him, knees knocking together. “i don’t like listenin’, but watchin’ is fun, i guess.”

dinner is extravagant and rowdy, and soon enough, everyone is squished into the living room for the yearly tradition, an uncle mc’ing the event like a televised singing contest.

they sit together, atsumu without his hearing aids, hands held over his lap. cousins, aunts, and uncles sing to music playing from the speakers, the audience singing along. the smallest children hide behind their older siblings, most sing their hearts out; a few aloof ones mouth the words, cheeks bright red with embarrassment. their parents laugh, phones out to take pictures and record videos.

“next, we got osamu an’ suna,” the uncle announces. “with a special guest, sakusa-kun!”

“time ta do this.” osamu jumps to his feet, suna already plugging the aux cord into his phone. sakusa pulls away from atsumu, who grabs him in alarm, eyes wide. “omi, what are ya–“

he places a finger to his lips, silencing him. then, with his other hand, he signs, “watch.” standing, he joins the pair in front of the tv, their makeshift stage, impossibly tall among the seated audience. however, he only has eyes on one person.

the music starts, which elicits a few hoots. osamu and suna start singing, and sakusa as well, with his hands raised. instead of the exaggerated movements that the pair make on either side of him, his gestures are more deliberate, precise. no one understands them, at least not at his pace, and it might even look comedic.

sakusa doesn’t care. all he sees is atsumu and his reaction.

realization gradually creeps onto him. his eyes widen, mouth falling open. as the song goes on, his lips twist into a grin, hands pressed together in front of him gleefully.

“all i want for christmas is you,” sakusa sings, ending his sign with a flourish. cheers roar as osamu and suna bow, a few whistling between their teeth.

he catches osamu’s eye, who nods at him, and sakusa turns toward atsumu, who is pushing through the crowd. panic flares, and he gives chase. “wait, atsumu!”

he catches him upstairs. atsumu is opening his hearing aid case, roughly shoving one of them in his ear, suppressing a hiss when he winces. sakusa touches his arm, feels him flinch, head flying upwards, freezing when their eyes meet. “let me,” he says, signing along. atsumu lowers his hand, lets sakusa put them in. after a beat, they turn on. “atsumu–“

“did ‘samu ask ya ta do this?” atsumu doesn’t look at him, voice tight, hands braced on the table.

“yes. i’m sorry, i thought it’d be funny, and–“

“i ain’t mad. how can i? ya…” the crack in his voice is slight, but the tear that rolls down his cheek is not. “ya learned jsl fer me, an’ then ya signed an entire song fer me fer as a joke. it ain’t a joke ta me, ya hear? i…”

he lifts his head, eyes brimming with tears. “ya signed mariah carey,” he chokes out. “ya signed those lyrics ta me. joke or not, that means somethin’, doesn’t it?”

“of course it does.” sakusa steps toward him, wraps him in a hug. “i meant every single sign. i want you, and everything your family offers, freaky traditions or not. i’ll keep saying it every time you need to hear it – sign is just another way to communicate. i’ll do whatever it takes for me to understand you.”

atsumu sobs into his shoulder. sakusa strokes his hair, whispers into his ear, clear as the falling snow outside. “i love you, atsumu. thank you for bringing me to your home this year.”

“love ya too, omi. happy holidays.”

[butternutt613]

Attention!!!

Chapter 10 of In The Shadow Of The Serpent is here!!!

She's a thicky.... ~4,600 words

I hope you enjoy!! I am sorry in advance....

AO3:

Wattpad:

[lale-txt]

me to me: you can't just make an au out of every series you have ever loved to put your haikyuu boys into

also me: what if :) firefly wedding au :)) yandere man :))) with blood on his hands :)))) cradling your face tenderly :))))) oikawa :))))))

[gravity-what]

Starsfic: Nothing More than Home

[Well, anything home related instantly reminds me of Omi so:]

Title: Nothing More than Home

Fandom: Xiaolin Showdown

Characters: Omi, Chase Young, Dojo Kanojo Cho, Master Fung,

Relationships: Omi & Chase Young, Omi & Master Fung, Omi & Dojo Kanojo Cho

Tags: Character analysis, existential crisis, comfort in the enemy,

Summary: As much as Omi pretends everything is alright after the events of ‘Omi Town’ he cannot shake the devastation that his emotions were left in In the wake of everything that occurred. He starts to question what a ‘home’ truly is and what it means to have one. Is the temple really his ‘home’ or is it just the place he was raised? Perhaps some other perspectives can help him sort out these complicated feelings…