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obeymeluv · 10 days ago

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In Your Defense [PT 3 - Ignihyde]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi?

AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Not proofread because of the length.

Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.

Happy V-day!

**Need to go to bed for work tomorrow so Diasomnia will be on my next day off. Can't stay up long enough to squeeze it in**

If there was one thing Idia hated, it was going out in public. He hated how the sun burned his eyes, all the bugs flying around, the way people looked at his hair, and almost had a heart attack at the idea that he'd have to talk to people.

Major bummer. 0/10, don't recommend.

But he'd suck it up and soldier on because the call of sweets was too tempting to resist. The trek to Sam's isn't the longest from Ignihyde but it's enough to make him pace himself.

Yeah, he's not really an outside person. Or a physical activity person outside of dancing to Premo or working on his projects.

He briefly wonders if Ortho put Sam up to this as he finds his second wind and ascends the hill. Who has a bomb sweets sale and DOESN'T ALLOW ONLINE PURCHASES?! WHY WERE THE DISCOUNTS IN-PERSON ONLY?

Idia breaths a sigh of relief and fixes his hoodie before mustering up his courage and opening the door. He's throwing himself into the proverbial lion's den, into an introvert's worst nightmare!

The noise and people are almost too much but he distracts himself with all the pink and red. Mercifully, the candy is spread out around the store so he doesn't have to stay in the sea of people. Idia doesn't discriminate when it comes to sweets; he gets soft cake rolls, pixie sticks, little donuts, a few chocolate bars, and a couple of limited edition dessert drinks. He's secretly glad Sam's regular stock didn't take a hit because of the holiday; his snack stash needs replenishing. Packs of ramen and little things of convenience bury his sweets stash but he's careful not to crush anything.

He can almost hear Ortho nagging him to get something green or slightly healthy. If he doesn't, Ortho will be mad at him for a week. It becomes a battle of wits between the Shroud brothers and Ortho is the king of juvenile inconveniences. Idia has learned the hard way; Ortho resets his alarms, throttles his wi-fi, messes with his lights, takes apart his tablet or takes it off charge in the middle of the night, and just about anything else he can think of.

Idia begrudgingly puts some green smoothies in his basket. Along with some pudding cups.

Satisfied with his raid, he waits in line. He's chanting to himself the whole time: just walk, don't make eye contact! Just walk, don't make eye contact! The line stalls enough for someone to bump into him and he panics, stumbling forward into the person in front of him. His hair flickers and flares a little in his panic.

People give him space and he babbles a quick apology. He pulls his hoodie up over his hair but it doesn't hide everything. It makes him feel safe, though. He relaxes a little.

Then, he hears it.

HOW MUCH DO YOU COST?!

Oof. MAXIMUM cringe. NO ONE on campus has a charisma stat high enough to make THAT work! Except Kingscholar and Schoenheit, maybe.

It gets worse when he realizes someone said that TO YOU.

OH NO! HE HAS COMPETITION!

The tactic looks like it failed, though, so he's comforted. You wouldn't go for something so cheap and cheesy! This guy looks like a D-level tank AT BEST. You're an SSR easy. D-levels and SSR's don't go together!

He's an SSR when it comes to stealth and technical skill so maybe one day you guys can link up or whatever. Your choice. The tips of his hair turn pink and he blows on the closest strand to mute the color.

The guy is doubling down. "You're rolling a one, pleb. A hard one." Idia whispers to himself.

"You say somethin', Shroud?" the guy turns to him.

FUCK, HE KNOWS HIS NAME?!

Idia's hair roars to life with surprise. He yanks the hoodie down before the fabric singes and crisps. His strands are wild, untamed, and yellow. His instinct is to stutter and deny it, to backtrack, but your eyes are just shy of pleading and it makes him swallow the word soup.

"I-I said you're rolling a hard one. Y-You're failing!" Idia doesn't know if he's going to faint first or if his legs will give out. His heart might go first.

The guy clearly doesn't get the reference. The brain is buffering and the lag is too great. He shakes his head with a sharp, toothy smile, unable to help himself. Dumb normie, Idia gives a breathy chuckle. Idia has that unfortunate condition where his face talks for him and it must've said some shit because the tank is now laser-focused on him.

You're over the counter before he can process anything, grabbing the guy by the back of his shirt and telling him to leave. The guy just jerks his shoulders and stays the course. Idia sees you get ripped over the counter and tumble to the floor. You recover decently and grab the closest thing to you but something about the sound of your body hitting the floor sends him into a rage he'd only felt in online arguments.

It feels like his veins are burning. He can tell by the size of his shadow and the light dancing across the floor that his hair is long and ferociously orange. Raging orange. Lethal orange.

"Caution," Idia manages somehow through his rage. "C-Contents are hot." he knows he has to stay put. If he approaches the guy he will LITERALLY catch on fire. It's not a bad idea, and he can see the gears spinning in the guy's head. He's wondering if Idia's going to do it or if he has enough time to hit the door.

The guy chooses the door.

It takes several minutes for Idia to calm down. His hair seems to shrink as he deflates into his usual quiet mannerisms. It's shorter than normal! "Used up all my fuel," Idia complains as he drags himself to the counter. "Need calories." he melts pitifully into the counter.

"You need to buy what you burned, too." Sam points to the singed chips and snacks. He already has a few packs that are beyond saving in his arms. Idia realizes the shop is basically empty now and finds the energy to blush. Pink cheeks look really cute against his blue hair!

"Does this mean I'm done for the day?"

"Yes." Sam looks at you. He's not mad or disappointed, but he means you're done. "I think you're a bit of a fire hazard." he teases.

You both blush.

None of this was in his decision tree! WHAT DOES HE DO?

"You, uh, you want to come by Ignihyde and, um, watch some stuff? You don't have to if you don't want to, of course. I just, you know, since it was my fault and all--"

"Is that a nat twenty in the wild? I think I have to now!" you joke.

"You get that?" Idia's mouth hangs open in surprise.

"It might have different names but I think it's the same thing in my world." you shrug. He's so down to discuss games from another dimension!

A nat twenty indeed!

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Ortho was doing his best to fill the gaps with whatever Sam's shop had to offer. Idia's grocery order was a little delayed due to the Valentine's holiday so he needed something decent to tide him over. Determined to keep his brother from an early, sodium-induced death, Ortho took it upon himself to shop. He wasn't totally heartless, though, so he'd throw in a few bags of chips to make Idia feel better.

A lot of this chocolate was out of the question! The sugar was through the roof! Then again, Idia was hopelessly addicted to sweets. He's pretty sure his brother broke some kind of record for sugar tolerance.

Equipped with Vil's suggestions and the things he researched, Ortho started hunting for healthy foods. He filled the basket with smoothies, yogurts, dark chocolate, fruit, and protein bars. There should be enough texture and flavor variation there to make Idia happy. Well...relatively.

Ortho floated patiently in line, subtly recording the conversations around him for later playback. Organic human interaction was interesting and would help him improve his algorithms and processes.

It's not like it hurt anything! All of the conversations were innocent and--

WAS SOMEONE TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIS FRIEND? HIS BESTEST, MOST PRECIOUS FRIEND?! ONLY HIS BIG BROTHER CAN DO THAT!

You may not totally get that he's a techno-organic construct (and not a boy who just really loves pretending to be a robot) but HE GETS that YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE AND THAT'S NOT OKAY!

"Excuse me, pardon me," Ortho weaves carefully through the people, playing a little 'wee-woo' alarm through his speaker system.

He floats beside the guy, staring at him with those big gold eyes. Pinching his thumb and pointer finger together turns up the alarm.

The guy is ignoring the alarms! How ridiculous! Is this what Idia means by natural selection and survival of the fittest?

A red light pops out of his shoulder, spinning in place.

HE'S IGNORING THAT, TOO?!

"You're being interrupted!" Ortho glares at him now, tuft of blue hair dancing angrily. "This conversation is clearly inappropriate for the setting and is henceforth terminated!"

"Terminated? Big words for a little boy! Go away, big people are talking!" the guy tries to shoo him away.

"Don't be rude to him!" you snap, "And he's right! The conversation is terminated!"

"Terminated!" Ortho echoes, pumping his fist. "Terminated!" he repeats, laughing when some of the people in line begin to join in and chant 'terminated, terminated!'

The guy leaves without buying anything and Ortho is happy to take his place. He pays for the the snacks. "And here's a sticker for you for being so sweet!" you put a sticker on the back of his hand. It's a heart wearing sunglasses.

Ortho laughs despite himself. One day he'll get Idia to explain it to you in a way you understand. He's surprised nothing like him exists in your world but he's glad to be here with you in Twisted Wonderland.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #Idia Shroud x Reader #Idia x Reader #Ortho Shroud #Ignihyde

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overtaken-stream · 10 months ago

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What's your opinion on Katakuri being a dad ^-^, ik he doesnt pull out

Father!Katakuri headcanons

This is all my brain can come up with. It's a bit short, and I'm not satisfied with this, I feel like I could have added more, thus this has been collecting dust in my drafts. I hope you like it anon.

Warnings: End of Wano spoilers, this is meant for F!Reader.

I imagine he had children after Big Mom passed. Or a few years before she died, and of course, the marriage was arranged once Big Mom realized that she might just be left without any offspring from her third child.

And as much as I'd like to get lost in Father Katakuri, I can not ignore the warning signs this road presents.

The man doesn't see his children often enough. He always wanted to spend time with his family, but in this job, that isn't possible. Big Mom often holds his family over his head, making empty promises about him having a week off to help take care of the children, only to call him back before the sun rises on the fourth day. He had the courage to ask her for more time at the beginning, or to not disturb him during that single week where he spends time in metaphorical paradise with kids whom he loves and his partner whom he tries to shower with affection. He asked that of her once and when Big Mom does not deliver, Katakuri learns to cope with the dissatisfaction, it's a song he has heard of all his life, he knows every word and note that plays, he wants nothing more than to stop listening so that his kids don't step away from him again. It's impossible, and he comes to terms that he won't have that fatherly privilege. He feels like a stranger around the kids. No amount of comfort will be able to hide the truth.

It isn't the first time Big Mom pushed away a father from his biological children.

Although his time with his kids is short, it's always full of adorable moments, Katakuri is trying very hard to be a father even with his mother standing in his way.

I see Katakuri as a father of 3. Two girls and one boy, who is the youngest.

The man loves sweets, donuts, chocolate bars, cinnamon buns, and all, so he will be DEVASTATED if one of his kids isn't a big fan of sweets. He'll try to make them change their mind, maybe persuading them to eat a different kind of dessert, but once it becomes clear that they aren't into it, he accepts the fact with great pain, since he cannot share the simple pleasure of eating sugar with his child.

Katakuri often can't get his emotions across to others, including his siblings, but with his children, he tries, he really tries. This can be seen in spending quick yet platonically intimate moments with them alone and making small talk that he isn't a big fan of.

He also hopes that when the children grow up, there won't be any distance between them, it's basically a death sentence for him.

The moment Big Mom dies, Katakuri is finally able to keep his promise to his family and breathe with no one holding his leash.

I also think of him as a laid-back father who's strict when needed. His behavior is the result of countless years he spent mulling over his future family and what type of parent he would be. So this led to him walking on metaphorical eggshels that he imagined every time he got close to his children. Which they definitely took for granted.

Katakuri is very careful with his children because of it, I'd say that he is so scared that the kids would build a wall and be mad at him for not spending enough time with them that the man unconsciously started constructing the said wall.

#op katakuri #katakuri headcanons #katakuri x reader #katakuri one piece #one piece #anime #.my headcanon.#one piece x reader #one piece spoilers #charlotte katakuri #katakuri #katakuri x wife reader #op big mom #big mom pirates

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noirflms · 6 months ago

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND — jjk men

wherein you follow an infamous tik-tok trend on them ( to get their hilarious reactions. )

prompt: it is a warm day and you’ve planned an outing with your dear boyfriend, but you have a mischievous idea in your mind as you set your phone up on the dash, following along the act from the infamous tik-tok prank wherein girlfriends are ordering and trying out stuff with their boyfriends but amidst the conversation they let slip the word ‘husband’ with the intention of seeing the reactions of the boyfriends being called just that.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GOJO SATORU !

his eyes almost pop out of his skull. like? what did you just call him? did he hear you right? or were his ears just ringing as he just stares at you wide eyed as you converse on the phone, a smile on your face as you chatted away. you see him gaping at you like a fish, from the corner of your eye and it almost makes you snort, and you mutter in the phone again.

“yes, my husband would like a dessert to go with it too.”

“husband?” he inquires, mind boggled as he gazes at you. you could feel the excitement tinged in his voice and it only make you smile from ear to ear.

“yeah, that is it for my husband and me!” you turn to face him with a grin as you spoke into the phone, and as you cut the call, he could only stare at you in awe and a million more emotions full of affection.

“did you just say i am your husband?” he questioned, cheeks beginning to pop with the colour red. and you nod, acting all innocent as you gazed at him and oh god— the stare made butterflies in his stomach as he shies away in his hands and you finally snort at his reaction.

and maybe, just maybe, the box kept snug in the dashboard will be the answer.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GETO SUGURU !

he sees something coming, he has foreseen it but this was not what he was actually expecting. he suddenly turns to look at you wide eyed as soon as you had mumbled the word ‘husband’ and it was as if past lives of you and him together began to flash in his mind. he keeps gazing at you with all the affections in the world as you giggled and spoke in the phone.

“yes, thank you, my husband will call you for it!”

and as soon as those words left your lips and you cut the call, he’s still gazing at you, lovestruck and almost lovesick. just staring. and staring. and staring.

“what?” you giggled, cheeks heating up as you too gazed back at him. “nothing, wife.” he utters and gosh, you think you almost died and resurrected in the same spot in the car. you just wish to drown in his warm chocolate pools and never come back up.

you shy away in the palm of your hands hiding your face and he chuckles, a deep one rumbles from his chest and you were sure he was going to be the death of you. “now, don’t shy away on me. you did it first, wife!”

“stooopppp.” you whine as you throw your head back into the seat, fever crossing your features and he only laughs heartily to your reaction.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ NANAMI KENTO !

he’s like; i’m sorry? did i hear it right? husband? who? he’s got a neutral face through it all, looking at you as you spoke, words rolling off your tongue as if he has always been your husband, all ringed and up and yours, vowed and bound to you and only you.

as soon as the call cuts, you turn to face him, lashes blinking up at him, eyes warm and full of mischief. “who was it?” nanami inquires first and foremost.

“oh, some guy pestering me for a date, so i told him i have a husband!” you reasoned, mentally punching the air in victory with the already practiced line and he’s like what? excuse you?

“a guy?” he questioned, a bit bewildered and you try your best not to snort. “yeah, he is my client.” you lied again; and you could feel your nose growing, but you just gazed at him, leaning back into your seat.

he just right up gazes at you with a straight face and speaks:

“yeah well, tell him to now contact your husband for any available deals.”

and you think you just died.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ INO TAKUMA !

he is so confused and dumbfounded. he cannot comprehend the word for the life of him. he goes to check his ring finger and then eye yours and when he sees nothing, and it makes him much more bewildered than before, but he doesn’t say anything; only choosing to hear you speak further.

“i am sorry but my husband handles a lot of stuff around the house.” you chuckle softly into the phone, trying your best not to laugh, knowing well of the stare targeted right at you.

“yes. you can contact him.” you say again. eyes turning to look at him and you raise a brow at him and he just shakes his head, shrugging as if asking you that ‘no, you tell me what’s the problem.’

as soon as you end the call and keep the phone away, you face him, biting the smile away from your lips as you see him staring at you with observant eyes. “what?” you spoke, voice gentle and acting all innocent.

“did we marry drunk in vegas or what?” he suddenly inquires and you can’t help but let out the laugh you held. “what? what is so funny, wife?”

“you, mr. husband.” you snort, cheekily raising your brows at him. and his cheeks turn red and he thinks he is melting feeling all warm and feverish.

and you softly chuckle at the reaction you are getting out of him as you laugh when he melts into his seat, falling down his seat. gosh, you love this dork so much.

HSISBEJBEID I ACTUALLY AM OBSESSED WITH THE REACTIONS IN THE TREND 😭😭😭

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rookinthecrownest · 4 months ago

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Bedtime Stories For a Demon, Night 2: Swan Lake (Lucanis x Rook Fanfic)

The next night, Lucanis finds himself arranging a few plates on the dining table ahead of Rook’s planned arrival. He arranges, then rearranges, doubts what he made, or if it was weird thing to do in general. But he remembers his conversation with Neve from earlier in the day, and that seems to hold his nerves steady for the time being.

He had walked into her office-room with a question. And Neve, unsurprisingly, knew exactly what that question was before he even got to her front door. She was a damn good detective, he had to give her that.

“Planning something special for Rook?” she asked coyly.

“You know her better than I do” He admitted, scratching the side of his beard. “She’s … helping me. I want to do something nice for her”

“Is that all?” Neve quirked a brow and leaned back in her chair. An errant wisp floated by her hair, which she quickly swatted away gently.

Lucanis frowned. “Yes. That is all. Just tell me what I should make for her”

Neve crossed her arms, “Information rarely comes free in Minrathous”

“We’re not in Minrathous” he pointed out.

“You can take the girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of the girl” she said wistfully, closing her eyes and grinning.

Lucanis groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Fine, what do you want”

“Fried fish for dinner tomorrow night”

“I was going to make Paella tomorrow night”

“Well, now you’re making fried fish” Neve quipped.

“Mierda, alright. But I’m also making vegetables” He pointed at her, “You people need to get better eating habits”

Neve grinned and steepled her fingers together, then leaned forward on her desk. “Make the churros again. You might not have noticed her sneaking an extra one or… five, during dinner, but I certainly did. She wouldn’t stop talking about them the day after you made them”

“Churros” He repeated thoughtfully, as he rubbed his beard. He could do that. He should still have some ingredients left over from the first time he made them last week.

Rook likes sweet things. Smells like sweet things. Spite echoed in his head. He ignored that.

“Thank you, Neve” He gave her a curt nod before he turned to leave. “There will be fresh coffee in the dining hall in a few minutes if you’ve a mind for a real cup of it.” He called over his shoulder.

Lucanis left to her chuckling behind him and closed the door to her office. He had spent the rest of the day gathering supplies, and later in the evening when he was certain the team was asleep, he began preparing. The routine of baking and cooking was as calming as sharpening his longsword on a whetstone. Slow, methodical, rhythmic. But unlike sharpening his swords and knives, the end product was something that could bring joy, rather than misery and death. He tries to hang on to that.

When he finishes the churros, he decides that’s not enough. He makes a chocolate sauce to go with the churros. But maybe she prefers caramel? He should have asked Neve. So, he makes a caramel sauce as well. Then, he wants to see if she’ll like cioccolata calda and starts preparing that. It’s fairly late in the evening when he finishes the croissants he wasn’t planning on baking.

No sign of Rook yet.

He’s not sure when he started pacing with his second cup of coffee in hand.

She had accompanied Bellara to Arlathan – something about Veil Jumpers going missing deep in the forest. He shouldn’t worry. He’s seen Rook fight, she’s more than capable. But she does have a certain recklessness to her way of fighting. No - he doesn’t need to worry. He isn’t worrying.

He continues pacing. Then, he’s once again finding flaws with his arrangement of the desserts on the table. Would she find this strange? Too much? Off-putting, and not in a charming way but an unsettling way? Was there even a way to be charmingly off-putting?

He's pacing again.

“Am I interrupting something?”

He stops in his tracks.

Her voice has caught him off guard two nights in a row. That is a problem.

“Rook” He says stupidly.

“Hi” She waves meekly, and limps into the dining hall with a groan. She’s dragging her left foot on the ground. “Sorry I’m late – ran into trouble in Arlathan.”

He takes a few tentative steps closer. He wants to extend his hand, but some unknown force keeps it to his side, his entire body wound tighter than Harding’s bowstring.

If his body won’t move, his mouth will have to pay the balance.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

Rook winces and draws closer to the large wooden table.

“Rage demon” she answers, pulling out a chair by the fireplace “And I’m happy to report it lived up to its name! It wasn’t very happy to see us”

He pulls out a chair beside her. She turns to him and laughs bitterly, “Have you ever been burned and stabbed on a job? Because I found out what that feels like today, and it’s kind of awful. Thankfully Bellara was able to patch me up”

Lucanis looks down at her left leg. Whatever injury she sustained is covered by her pants, but he can surmise from the way she’s shifting nearly all her weight onto the other leg it must have been bad.

“You leave your left flank wide open when you fight” he says, absent-mindedly. And immediately wishes he hadn’t.

“What?”

Mierda.

“You have a habit of leaving your left flank open.” He says quickly, then looks into the fire. Anywhere but her confused face. “Something I’ve noticed on the field.”

He feels her staring. He’s said something he shouldn’t have said. He doesn’t know how to right it other than by offering her food as a distraction. Lucanis turns to his handiwork and reaches for the bowl of churros, all but thrusting it in front of her.

“Churro?” He asks hopefully.

If Rook is taken aback by the odd exchange, she has the manners not to say anything. She blinks twice and looks down at the dessert.

“You made this for me?” She tilts her head.

Lucanis rubs the back of his neck.

“I … yes” He sets the bowl back on the table after she gingerly takes one in her hand. He wonders if they’re as soft to touch as they appear. “I thought dessert might pair well with your stories”

Rook chuckles, and leans in closer “It’s a good thought”

Smells like Blood and Ashes and Brimstone, Spite’s anger reverberates through his chest. She’s supposed to smell like sweet things.

For once he’s grateful for the demon’s interjection as it keeps him from staring at her while she eats the churro. And licks the cinnamon sugar from her lips. He shouldn’t be paying attention to this.

“Mmm” she sighs, an expression of serene delight passing over her features. His chest tightens.

Rook grins, oblivious to the effect she has on him, “These are dangerous you know- you can’t keep making them for me or it’ll be all I’ll eat”

Lucanis sighs and pushes the chocolate and caramel sauces towards her. “You and Neve are peas in a pod evidently.”

Rook squeals in delight and wastes no time dipping the dessert into the chocolate sauce.

She prefers chocolate.

“So” He starts, awkwardly shifting in his seat, “What tale will you tell tonight?”

He pretends not to notice her wiping a smear of chocolate sauce from the corner of her lip with her finger.

“Oh, right” She reaches into her side pocket and pulls out the small journal. Rook flips through its pages, humming thoughtfully. She lands on a page near the end of the journal before stopping.

“This might be a good one.” Rook snaps the journal shut and places on the table beside her. “Have you ever heard the tale of Swan Lake?”

Even if he had, he would say no. If she wants to tell him a story, he won’t sway her.

“The original story is from Nevarra, but it was adapted into an Orlesian ballet some time ago” Rook continues, not giving him a chance to answer before barreling ahead with her explanation. “Apparently it was one of Emperor Judicael’s favourites. He liked it so much he had the ballet house play it nearly every night, and producers of the other ballet’s threatened to quit en masse. It was so bad, the play was actually banned in Orlais for about fifty years because of that whole debacle. Caused quite the scandal”

“Must be a good ballet” He remarks, before getting up from his seat. “Wait here for a moment, Rook”

Rook nods and reaches for another churro, “Sure”.

Lucanis returns with two steaming cups and passes one to Rook. She takes it gratefully and lifts the warm beverage to her nose. “Mmm! What is this? Smell’s divine”

“Cioccolata Calda. An Antivan specialty”

“Is it coffee?”

“Try it”

Rook does as she’s told and takes a curious sip. Her eyes widen and her lips split into a large smile. “That is amazing. I think I have a new favourite drink”

“They make it better at Café Pietra, but this will do for tonight” Lucanis sits back down and takes a sip of his own cup. It’s a little too sweet for him, but the look on her face assures him it was a good call. “If we find ourselves in Treviso again, we can –“

“I like the way you make things” Rook says quietly, gripping her cup a bit tighter. She’s looking down at her cup, and it’s probably for the better. He is certain the tips of his ears are a furious shade of red.

“Thank you” He whispers, after a few moments of quiet pass between the two. “That’s… very kind of you to say”

“You’re welcome” She replies, crossing her legs in her seat like she did yesterday. She looks like she wants to say something else, but a quick shake of her head and a clap of her hands brings her focus back to the reason she came here.

“Okay, umm, let’s see here” Rook’s gentle features twist in concentration.

Her hands begin glowing with that familiar blue light, and as she raises her arms and gives a flourish with her left hand.

A castle once again fills the empty space between their chairs. This one has a central dome surrounded by four gilded towers with pointed roofs – different in style and architecture from the one yesterday, but no less impressive.

“Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, there lived a handsome and gentle prince by the name of Siegfried”

The castle ripples out of existence, and in its place, is the form of a young man with short, cropped hair, a broad chest, and a large bow on his back.

“Prince Siegfried was one of the most accomplished hunters in the kingdom. It was said he could hit any mark, no matter the distance. His aim would always be true. Some versions of the story mention his crossbow being enchanted, others chalk it up to pure skill. Either way, he’s a good shot” Rook grins and makes the figure of the Prince aim an arrow right at Lucanis’ chest with a crook of her finger.

Lucanis raises an eyebrow and holds his hands up in mock defense, “Tell the Prince he should stick to animals – I might be above his paygrade”

Rook bursts out into laughter and as her concentration breaks for a moment, the image of the Prince flickers in and out of existence.

“Sorry, carry on.” Lucanis smiles as she rights herself in her seat and places her hands back into position.

“Yes – where was I?” Rook flicks her wrist, and the Prince is back in view. This time, he’s joined by another figure. A tall woman, dressed in a long, flowing dress with an ornate crown on her head, comes to stand next to him.

“His mother, the Dowager Queen, comes to inform him of an upcoming ball that will be held at the royal palace. ‘At this ball, my son, you will choose a royal bride. For I am late in my years and wish to see grandchildren in these palace halls before I depart’” As before, the Queen’s mouth moves in rhythm with Rook’s words – like magical ventriloquism.

Rook waves her hand and the Queen disappears. The form of the prince cradles his head in his hands.

“The Prince is despondent at this news. He wanted to marry for love, not political power. Surely, he has a right to his own heart, at least?” The Prince sinks to his knees and stays like that for a few moments.

Another flourish from Rook, and a new figure appears. Shorter, portlier than the Prince, but with kinder features.

“His friend Benno sees how upset he is, and wonders how he can help cheer up the Prince”

Both figures disappear as Rook pauses to take a sip of her hot chocolate. He tries to ignore Spite’s impatient rippling at the edges of his consciousness.

Siegfried and Benno return soon thereafter.

“Benno looks out the window, and happens to see a flock of swans flying outside”

Rook waves the swans into existence, and they flit around Siegfried and Benno in circles before disappearing. The figure of Benno tugs on the prince’s shoulder sleeve.

“‘Your highness, a hunt!’ he exclaims, pointing out the window” The figure of the prince straightens, his interest piqued by the animals.

“Benno gathers a few other men from the castle, and along with the prince, they all ride out to the forest to hunt the swans”

The scene changes to Benno, Siegfried, and three other men riding horseback through a dense forest canopy. He will always be in awe of the imagery she’s able to bring to life with her magic. Never in a hundred years would he have thought of using magic in this way. Then again, Rook is anything but a typical mage, so he shouldn’t be surprised.

“At some point, Prince Siegfried becomes separated from the group”

One by one, Benno and the other men disappear, until only the prince remains, trotting horseback through the air on the spot.

“He comes to the lakeside clearing and finds the flock of swans.” The swans reappear, now floating on the edge of an invisible lake. The figure of the Prince draws his crossbow and pulls an arrow from the quiver. As he nocks the arrow, one of the swans transforms into a beautiful young woman. She has a long plait of hair spilling over her left shoulder. She’s wearing what Lucanis assumes, from its puffy construction, a ballet dress. The skirts are feathered, and feathers even fall from the dress, winking out of existence moments later.

He leans in closer to observe the finer details.

“You have quite the imagination, Rook” Lucanis smiles at her.

She returns it in kind and brushes a stray curl behind her ear. She looks shy, almost, and like she’s avoiding looking at him. “Some say over-active”

“I think it’s just right” He pulls back and takes a sip of his own hot chocolate.

“Thanks…” She whispers, drawing her legs closer together. When she sees her figures flickering again, Rook’s brows bunch together and the blue light in her hands grows brighter.

“The … ah … the Prince was so transfixed by her beauty and grace, he had to know more about her”

The figure of the prince begins moving closer to the woman, but the woman begins to back away.

“But she was frightened, for she did not know this man, and feared the crossbow in his hands”

“‘Wait!’ The prince calls just before she leaves his sight” The prince holds out his hand and tosses his crossbow to the ground. Well, the air. “‘Please stay, I’ve not a mind to hurt you. Won’t you tell me who you are?’”

The young woman stops and rests her hand on her chest.

“‘My name is Odette, and I cannot leave this place’”

“Why?” Lucanis is leaning forward, practically on the edge of his seat.

Rook leans in closer. Too close. Close enough to reach out and touch. Her large, doe-like green eyes, framed under long and wispy eyelashes, feel like they’re burning themselves into his soul.

Chocolate and cinnamon. Spite shrieks gleefully, and he wants to draw back. His heart throbs loudly in his ears, almost drowning out the demon. Almost.

“The prince had the same question” She winks and returns to her previous spot before he has the chance to pull away first.

“Odette explains she’s been placed under a curse by a powerful, but wicked mage. His name was Von Rothbart, and he was obsessed with Odette.”

The prince disappears and is replaced by a taller man with hair tied behind his back and sharp, hawk-like features. He was dressed in a finely tailored doublet, with a side-cape hanging by a large broach affixed to the right shoulder. A faint red light shines from the broach.

“He kidnapped her from her home and used her blood to bind her soul to the gem in his broach. ‘Marry me’, he asks her every night. Every night she refuses. Every morning thereafter, she turns into a swan. And every night, she is called back to Swan Lake and turns back into a human. Such had been her fate for the last five years. It’s a powerful spell, born of ancient magic – but not an invulnerable one.”

Rook arced her hand over Odette, who’s form morphed from human to swan to human again with every back-and-forth motion of her palm.

He doesn’t have the words, none that will meaningfully add to the conversation at least, to describe how he feels about the way she uses her magic. Amazing, incredible, inventive all seem inadequate.

“There was one way to break Rothbart’s spell. A man would need to profess his love for her and remain faithful to that vow forevermore”

The figure of the prince kneels down on one knee, evidently ready to profess that love immediately.

Lucanis is resting his elbow on his knee, and his chin rests in his hand. His cup of hot chocolate rests forgotten by his side, as do the churros and croissants. He is certain she doesn’t realize how captivating she – her stories, are.

But they are interrupted by Rothbart, suddenly appearing beside Odette. He grabs her roughly by the arm and holds her beside him.

The prince stands with righteous anger. He has an arrow pointed at the figure of Rothbart.

“‘I shall slay this wicked mage, and free you from his grasp’” Siegfried declared”.

As the prince was about to loose the arrow, Lucanis is surprised to see Odette step in front of Rothbart, her arms spread wide in defense. The prince lowers his bow hesitantly.

A low growl escapes his throat, his eyes flash an angry violet “Why would she do that?” Lucanis’ voice is drowned by the deep and unnatural timbres of the demon, echoing together in a discordant symphony.

“Spite” Rook says calmly, like one would address a misbehaving child. “May I have Lucanis back so we can finish the story? You’ll find out why in a moment”

Lucanis’ face contorts with frustration. His violet eyes burn bright with anger, “Want. To know”

“You will, soon. Now bring Lucanis back”

Lucanis – well, Spite, growls again. When the demon refuses to relent, Rook hesitantly touches his forearm and frowns. “Please?”

The violet in his eyes dims, and Lucanis shakes his head. It was rare for Spite to surge to the forefront so quickly.

He couldn’t understand why the princess would protect someone who hurt her.

Lucanis takes a deep breath, and exhales slowly.

“Are you alright?” Rook asks quietly. The figures are long gone now, dissipated by the distraction that was Spite.

He realizes she’s still touching his forearm. Warm, and calming. Gentle. They both look down and she quickly pulls away. He feels the withdrawal of her warmth like gust of cold settling on his skin.

“Yes, I’m fine – don’t worry” He gestures to her, “Please, continue with your story”

Rook still looks hesitant, like she doesn’t quite believe him. He wouldn’t either, he supposed. He needs her to continue the story. Needs to distract himself from the feeling of her soft fingers lingering on his skin, like a brand.

She relents and her hands glow blue again.

The three figures of Siegfried, Odette, and Rothbart return.

“Odette explains that her life is tied to Von Rothbart. If he dies, then the spell imprisoning her can never be broken”

The figure of Rothbart retreats into a deeper part of the forest she’s conjured.

Odette and Siegfried share an embrace.

“’Come to the royal ball in three days’ time. There, I will profess my love to you in front of the entire court’ Says the Prince, resolved to defy his mother and marry her instead of a princess.”

The figure of Odette nods and disappears soon after.

“What they don’t know is that Rothbart heard the entire exchange, and he had a plan to make sure Odette could never escape him” Rook frowned.

The prince disappears next, and they are back with Rothbart and another young woman. This one slender and petite, with the same sharp features as the man next to her.

“Rothbart had a plan. He would use magic to disguise himself” Rook waved a hand and Rothbart morphed into the dress and appearance of an unassuming peasant. “And his daughter, Odile” She waved her hand again, and the young woman became an identical copy of Odette – but her dress, was glowing with an ominous black light.

“There’s no way that’ll work” Lucanis throws his arms up and leans back in his chair. “He has to know that Rothbart won’t just let her waltz into the ball”

Rook merely shrugs, “You’ll have to wait and see”

Lucanis crosses his arms over his chest and frowns. “Continue”

Rook laughs, “Alright, alright”

Odile and Rothbart disappear. They are replaced by a grand ballroom floor, with guests dressed in all sorts of finery decorating the dance floor like little spinning jewels.

At the top of a grand staircase sees Benno, Siegfried, and the Queen gathered together.

“Siegfried anxiously awaits the arrival of Odette” Rook explains, before waving her hand and bringing to life the disguised figures of Rothbart and Odile-as-Odette.

“Overcome with joy when he sees her, he immediately asks her to dance”

The two come together, and the rest of the ballroom disappears. They twirl about the ballroom in an elegant pas-de-deux.

“At the end of the dance, Odile asks him one simple question”

The pair part, and the prince drops to one knee in front of her.

“’Do you love me, and only me?’”

Lucanis watches intently as the figure of the prince bows his head in front of the pretender.

Sadness washes over Rook’s face. “The Prince, none the wiser, proclaims his love to the entire court ‘Of course I love you’ – but it wasn’t enough. Rothbart, masquerading as the girl’s father, asks him to make a binding vow in front of the Queen. Siegfried, thinking nothing of it, does so immediately”

Rook waves her hand and the figures of Rothbart and Odile return to their original forms. Suddenly, the real Odette, in her pure white dress, is inside the ballroom. She crumples to the floor as she witnesses the Prince profess his love for Odile.

“Odette, heartbroken, flees the ball and returns to the lakeside clearing. The prince follows after her, distraught at what he’s done.”

The two figures stand in front of each other on the lake.

“Odette eventually forgives him, realizing that he was under Rothbart’s spell just as much as she was. But the damage was done. His actions consigned her to live as a swan forevermore”

Lucanis frowned, unable to see a path to a happy ending. But Rook was full of surprises, maybe her stories were as well.

“Odette and the Prince resolved to leave this world together, rather than be bound by Rothbart’s magic”

The figures of Siegfried and Odette walk towards the lake, hand in hand. They slowly sink together under the willowy depths.

Well, he wasn’t expecting that.

A moment later, they both disappear under the water.

The figure of Rothbart returns into view. The red light of the broach on his shoulder flickers in and out, before dying out completely. Rothbart collapses to the ground and remains still.

“It’s true that Odette’s life was bound to Rothbart’s – but the magic worked both ways. Rothbart’s life was also tied to hers. And when she left this world of her own will, he left it against his”

A moment later, Rothbart disappears and in his place are two ghostly swans, flying in circles together.

“The spirits of Siegfried and Odette are reunited in the Fade, until they decide to pass on together”

With a final flick of her wrist, the birds disappear, and there is nothing but empty space between him and Rook again.

“The End”

Lucanis exhaled.

“Not the most cheerful ending” He remarks, taking another sip of hot chocolate.

“What was it you said about that one brew at Café Pietra? Bitter and sweet - like a kiss goodbye?” Rook nods and absent-mindedly chews on another churro. “That’s how I think about this ending. Not every story has an overtly happy one”

He’s dumbfounded she even remembers that throwaway comment.

“I still don’t understand how the prince doesn’t question Odette appearing at the ball. With a father she hasn’t seen in five years, supposedly” He wants to change the subject. Away from kisses, goodbye or otherwise.

Rook shrugs, “That’s a question for the author- though he’s likely about four hundred year’s dead.” A light twinkles in her eyes, “Maybe we can find him here, in the Fade, and ask his spirit!”

Lucanis laughs, “Now there’s an idea”

“I’m full of them. Some better than others” Rook grins sheepishly. She begins massaging the side of her left leg.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, following her gaze down.

“Nothing – it’s just starting to ache a bit” Rook winces. “That demon got me good”

“Let me see” Lucanis drops to his knee in front of her. “If that’s alright”

Rook removes her hand and drops her gaze to look at him.

“Oh – it’s fine, Lucanis, really. I’ll bug Bellara about it in the morn- “

“It’s better if you bug me about it now. It might get worse over the course of the night”

He gestures to her pant leg, “May I?” He asks again.

Rook bites her lip, before relenting. “Sure… go ahead” she answers softly and lifts her leg so he can support it in his right hand.

He clicks his tongue when he sees the damage under her dressing. The lateral portion of her lower leg is covered with an irritated and inflamed superficial burn. Three parallel gash marks, likely closed thanks to Bellara’s healing magic, create tracts of bright crimson skin. She hisses when he gently presses on the skin of her leg.

“I have something for this. Wait here” He carefully lowers her leg and returns a moment later with a small jar from the pantry.

“Embrium and Elfroot paste, good for burns and skin irritation. It’ll also prevent infection. Apply it twice a day” He sets the jar on the table beside her. “Let me know if that gets worse”

Rook grins, “I didn’t know I was getting a doctor and an assassin in my contract”

Lucanis chuckles, “Any Crow worth their salt knows how to close a wound just as well as they can open one. Consider it on the house”

“Is the all the cooking on the house too?” Rook slowly stands up, and they’re only a few inches away from each other now.

Lucanis nervously rubs the back of his neck, “I think it has to be, with the way you people eat”

“Hey! I’m not that bad” She places her hands on her hips and frowns. “I eat vegetables … sometimes”

“I’ve seen you pick out the eggplant in every dish”

“Okay, I don’t like one vegetable”

She shakes her head and gathers a few churros and croissants onto a plate. Rook sticks a croissant in her mouth, and speaks around it, “Just for that, I’m eating nothing but these for the next two days”

“You’re going to miss Paella night” He deadpans.

Rook swallows and places another croissant defiantly on her plate.

“Three nights”

Lucanis sighs. At least she seems to like the food.

Rook’s laughter fills the dining hall. “On that note – I should get some sleep. I hope Spite doesn’t give you too much trouble for the rest of the night”

“He won’t” Lucanis doesn’t know that but says it to give her some reassurance. “Good night, Rook”

“Madeleina”

“What?”

“My name … it’s Madeleina. You can call me that if you want” She smiles widely. “Rook is fine too, though”

“Madeleina” He repeated softly. He smiled, and for the first time all night, he feels like he can keep her gaze. Their eyes meet, and it feels like an entirely new conversation is happening between them. “It suits you”

Rook toys with an errant curl and smiles. “Thank you”

“I – umm… I should get going. Goodnight, Lucanis” she adds quickly.

She quickly rights herself and for good measure, steals one more churro from the bowl. Madeleina then turns and begins hobbling out of the dining hall, leaving Lucanis and Spite to mull the feeling of her new name over in his mind.

He would have to thank Neve for her advice.

#lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook #rook #shadow dragon rook #rookanis #datv #datv spoilers #dragon age veilguard #dragon age the veilguard #fanfiction #written works #excuse any errors as usual i wrote this in one sitting with no draft or notes just vibes and coke zero #your honour they're in love but they're also so stupid #oc: madeleina mercar #neve gallus #bellara lutare #spite is canonically their biggest shipper #fic: bedtime stories for a demon

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blue-sadie · 2 years ago

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I Thought-

Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader

Summary: neteyam doesn’t always know how to express his feelings and cuts people out when he's angry even his little omega

Warning: modern day au, omegaverse au, almost reader death

Yn/3rd person pov

My body tensed on the couch, my hands clutching the woolen blanket tightly as I heard the slamming of the front door, my nose crinkling at the small of his anger.

"For fuck sake" he yelled throwing his belongings onto the floor making clashes and clungs of his fallen items.

I sunk back into the plushy cushions as my eyes meet his angered ones "h-hi neteyam" I whispered loud enough for him to hear me he only growled in response before stomping his way to our bedroom and slammed the door again.

My ears flattened against my head as I heard him yell out his frustrations but an idea popped into my head and I got right to work, jumping up from my spot and racing into the kitchen and getting all the ingredients I needed.

I grabbed my apron and tied it tightly around my waist and washed my hands before getting to work chopping, preparing and cooking I was making his favorite dish his mom gave me the recipe for and once all of that was slowly cooking I got to work on the dessert.

I tempered and iced the chocolate cake and once that was done I wiped my forehead admiring all my work and I did the final step which was setting the table with some freshly cut flowers.

I quickly cleaned myself up before making my way to our bedroom and softly knocked on the door "what" he muttered from inside the room "I-I made dinner for you" I murmured opening the door my eyes drifting to the door where he lay just staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm not hungry" he said his eyes only finding my for a second before returning to the ceiling "but I made you favorite and while we're eating we can talk-" he interrupted me by giving me a glare "I am not hungry omega" he yelled out.

My lip quivered he never called me omega he said it was to demeaning and hurtful I nodded quietly and closed the door again and made my way into the dining and ate by myself.

I couldn't eat much though my omega was stressing over him I couldn't even look at the cake the thought of it just made me nauseous, I quickly finished my food and wrapped the rest up and left it in the fridge for him to eat and I left the cake on the counter covered so no ants could get to it.

I walked to the bedroom and stood by the door at least for 30 seconds debating if I wanted to sleep in there or not my mood only worsened with each passing second was it me who caused him to be like this was he angry at me.

I shook my head trying to block out the negative thoughts as I made my way to the guest room slumping down onto the bed but I just couldn't fall asleep my omega was crying for attention but I knew I wouldn't be getting any anytime soon.

I twisted and turned but couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried my eyes were starting to become sore and my muscles started to arch I just slowly got up and made my way into the guest bathroom and filled up the tube.

"Maybe this is help" I slowly pulled off my clothes before hissing as I settled into the steaming hot water the water slowly relaxing my muscles, I tried relaxing more by closing my eyes but I couldn't get him out my mind.

I looked to the side where I saw a bottle of medication I quickly leaned over curiously and grabbed it and read the name it was addressed to my mother 'she must have left it here by accident'.

I looked at the label and it was sleeping pills I thought for a minute before uncapping the bottle and taking to out "maybe the will help" I murmured and put the rest of the bottle back onto the counter before swallowing the pills.

I sat around waiting for them to start working just getting a little more comfortable in the bath, my eye lids slowly started becoming more heavier and my breath more slower as the pills started to take effect.

My body slowly started to sink into the water but I was to tired to do anything and my mind was to distracted to the hear the slight padding of footsteps drawing nearer.

Neteyam couldn't sleep either he could never sleep without you so here he was looking into the guest bedroom where he thought you were and when you weren't there his eye brows frowned.

He looked back down the hallway his eyes only softening once he saw the sliver of light coming from the bathroom he walked over and softly knocked like you did before "baby" he called.

But he was only met with silence "yn im really sorry" but when he didn't get an answer this time an unsettling feeling started to fill his heart "baby if you don't answer I'm coming in" he threatened worryingly knocking a bit louder.

He quickly opened the door when he didn't get a response his eyes widening and his heart breaking as he runs and scoops her out of the water "baby" he screamed laying her onto the ground and started listening for her heartbeat.

He sighed in relief ae he heard it but quickly started cpr as it was fading "fuck" he cried as tears started welling up in his eyes "he quickly got his phone and dialed 911 "911 what's your emergency" the lady spoke.

"Hi my girlfriend was found in the bath she's not breathing and she has a heartbeat but it's fading" he rushed breathing heavily as he continued cpr "ok hold on I'm sending someone now" she tried calming neteyam down but he was to frantic.

He quickly wrapped you in a towl and picked you up as he heard the nearing sirens and rushed outside "please help her" he screamed the medics quickly rushed you inside and neteyam followed and held your hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital "please be ok".

-Time skip-

Lo'aks nose crinkled as he entered the room "dude you need to shower" he chuckled but shut up as neteyam glared at him "I am not going anywhere" he growled repeating the same words that he said to everyone else.

He never left your side once he just sat there clutching your hand tightly waiting for you to wake up "so did the doctor say anything" lo'ak asked as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Neteyam sighed heavily "he said whatever she took knocked her out and her omega is the reason she's still asleep" he said tiredly "what does he mean by that" "it means I fucked up ok" neteyam snapped.

Neteyam started to cry again "I fucked up I shut her out and I think her omega may have taken it to seriously and now she's like this because of me" lo'ak watched his eyes filled with sorrow for his brother.

"She almost died because of me" he sniffled staring at your face praying to see your eyes open "I'm the reason she's here" he whispered and softly kissed your hand.

"I love you omega please forgive me"

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no-psi-nan · 10 months ago

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Saiki K ships with the most canon evidence, RANKED:

#5) Teruhashi x Saiki

#4) Yumehara x Kaido [NEW]

#3) Toritsuka x Saiki

#2) Aiura x Saiki

#1 ) Nendo x Saiki

Reasoning in Brief:

#1) Nendo x Saiki

Nendo is the longest running character in the series after Saiki himself and immediately starts calling Saiki "aibou"/partner after Saiki saves him from a false accusation and he "saves" Saiki from bullies. Saiki uses his powers pretty freely in front of Nendo and Nendo always protects him, most notably at the end of the series when Saiki "loses" his powers. Saiki's bond with Nendo is so strong that even Nendo's father immediately gets attached to him in the past, and Nendo Sr.'s ghost is the only one he can see without Toritsuka's help. The second light novel states that without Nendo, Saiki would never have made friends with any other characters.

#2) Aiura x Saiki

Aiura's predictions are 100% correct according to canon and this is never contradicted. Saiki works with Aiura flawlessly in saving Yumehara's life multiple times in a row. Aiura's help was pivotal in stopping the volcano and she even helps in the cat tank arc despite not being physically involved. Aiura disagrees with Saiki's official stance of not helping others (though he's a liar who helps anyways) and they both grow as characters through the disagreement. By the end of the series, Saiki willingly accepts all of her invitations to go out for dessert alone together while knowing that she considers it a date and that she wants to have his babies.

"What if Aiura meant platonic soulmates?" <- every single one of Aiura's compatibility ratings and the other soulmate prediction given were explicitly romantic, unlike Saiki's favorability meter which seems to work with both platonic, romantic, and even parasocial relationships.

#3) Toritsuka x Saiki

#5) Teruhashi x Saiki

Toritsuka is allowed to physically hug Saiki at school in public even though everyone knows Toritsuka as The Germ and it could screw Saiki's reputation big-time. The cat tank arc literally has them saving each other's lives. Incredible amount of homoeroticism, particularly in the 3-days fasting chapter.

#4) Yumehara x Kaido

@mikosaishipper made a convincing argument here!

While they have the most explicitly romance-coded screentime of every pairing by far, Saiki never willingly goes out with Teruhashi and never considers telling her the truth about his powers. Teruhashi also never gets to find out about Saiki's real personality and struggles to compliment him even towards the end of the series. Teruhashi also doxxes Saiki to her simps in the invisible milkshake-stealing chapter even though she thinks giving Saiki any Valentine's chocolates in public would lead to both his death and WWIII.

#6) Kuboyasu x Saiko

Why didn't X ship make it to the top 5?

> Kuboyasu x Kaido

[UPDATE] Got knocked down by new arguments for Yumehara x Kaido, see the discussion above.

Homoerotic rivalry practically drips from every single interaction they have. Nuff said tbh.

Way more bro-coded than romantic. Kaido turns red at the thought of hand-holding, if there was canon gayness then it would be obvious.

> Akechi x Saiki

Akechi only got approximately 3.5 seconds of screentime 😔

> Nendo x Hairo

That was a joke bonus panel. Also, as much as Hairo considers Nendo to be his rival (even though he freaking cheats against him...), Nendo never seems to reciprocate, rip...

> Kuniharu x Kurumi

First chapter of the serialized Saiki manga is domestic violence between them over one (1) supermarket coffee jelly.

#DID NOT MEAN TO POST THIS YET #whoops........#ahhh well. controversy time.#nopsi nonsense #saiki k #saiki no psi nan #sknpn #the disastrous life of saiki k.#tdlosk #nopsi meta

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biterflies · 1 month ago

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if L from death note was a girl there would be a bit where she ruffles through misas purse and when someone calls her out on it she pulls a pad out of the bag and says she simply needed one before walking away and then there's a monologue about kira evidence that L snatched from misa's purse and hid behind pad when showing to people. also light figures this out because he's tracking L's cycles based on frequency of bathroom trips and amount of chocolate in her desserts or something because they are both obsessed with each other like that <3 and L's period just ended so she shouldn't NEED a pad but he cant just bring that up in polite company and if he brings attention to the other thing missing from misa's purse it'll put more suspicion on him for knowing about its relevancy to kira

#death note #l death note #light yagami #anyway sorry if this is weird I'm just projecting my period onto fictional characters rn #and they do weird stuff all the time #shitpost

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gumballavocadoharry · 1 year ago

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Pet names Harry calls you; Headcanons:

Baby: To him you are like a baby. He squishes your cheeks with kisses and rubs your face with his hands. It's an intimate word he uses with you because you're his.

Doll: Your face is like a doll's. Beautiful, round and unique. You can make dolly eyes and these shiny lips that felt fluttery pressing against Harry's cheek. Your face is so innocent, making Harry want to let his fingers graze over your soft skin.

Angel: Your innocence and honesty makes you an angel to him. Sweet, kind, brave and sensitive is more than Harry would imagine in a woman and to him, you're heaven's sent gift to him.

Bunny: Your energy. You go from one place to the next, and you're always willing to go with Harry on any tour or vacation or adventure. Harry loves the time he spends with you, and feels incredibly lonely when you're not there.

Honey: Your sweetness makes Harry attracted to you. He stops to think of you just to smile. A dull day can feel bright when Harry's with you.

Kitten: Like a cat, so careful and cautious, yet curious and delicate, Harry sees you like this. He wants to hold you in his arms, caress your hair and snuggle his nose to your face. Just cuddling you tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

Love: Basic, he loves you to death. You're the love of his life and his everything.

Sweetheart/Sweetie: Your precious to Harry. Almost childlike but mature for him. Harry likes to wrap you in this protective grasp while you're both in bed or on the couch. He sees his future in you as his wife. You're his sweetie, his girlfriend, his life.

Princess: A true princess in his eyes. Beautiful and posh. Harry would take you in his arms and dance with you in the living while calling you princess; looking deep into your eyes and kissing you passionately.

Beautiful: He greets you with "Hey beautiful," in the morning, even with the mud mask or eye mask on your face, your hair messy and your voice raspy. Harry kisses your cheek before hopping from the bed and making breakfast for you and him.

Darling: A treasure to Harry. You're his darling, a person who he holds dear to him. Harry calls you this when you need to hear it the most.

Love bug: A cute fun nickname Harry says to express those fluttery feelings he has towards you. He'll rub your nose and repeat it over and over with a cooing tone, smothering your face in millions of kisses.

Boo boo: A pet name that makes you blush when said in public at a party. A drunk Harry will loudly say it at a party, lengthening it to "boo boo bear" and ask you for kisses. It somewhat embarrasses you, when Harry's clingy to you and expects you to hold his hand and he just puckers kisses to your little cheeks. It does give you this warm flush of love more than embarrassment.

Pumpkin: Harry sees you little. You're smaller than him and he dominates you in height. He smushes your cheeks in his hands and will baby you just to see you frown a little. Then he'll kiss the crinkles on your forehead and say "I love you."

Sugar: When Harry's in a romantic mood, he'll say it yo summon you to the bedroom. He'll whisper in your ear and pick you up and take you to bed.

Baby girl: You're his baby. Whether you like it or not, Harry sees you as a little bean and he'll protect you and baby you for love. Had a bad day at work? Harry will rub your feet and sing for you. Sick in bed with the flu? Expect doctor Harry to feed you soup and cuddle you along with your warm blankets.

Flower: Harry tells you how he would wish on dandelions for someone like you. His wish came true months later.

Cupcake: One of your favorite desserts, Harry calls you this when he thinks of cupcakes, he thinks of you. He'll walk past a bakery and see chocolate cupcakes frosted with purple or blue frosting and immediately thinks of you which is how you end up with a dozen cupcakes on your desk at home.

Muffin: One of his favorite treats. Your his muffin when he bakes soft gooey chocolate chip muffins for the morning to go along with your oatmeal or yogurt. He adds sweet little notes to them like: I'll be at the studio all day, muffin. Don't forget your lunch for work.

Buttercup: When Harry's feeling extra lovey dovey, he calls you this when he needs to protect you. He knows your a sweets addict and will buy you bunches of treats to make you happy.

Bon bon: Like a chocolate bon bon, Harry sees you like this little sweet treat that blast flavor into your mouth. So creamy and sweet but not too rich.

Teddy Bear: When Harry's away, he dreams of you and craves to hold you like a teddy bear. He imagines holding your hand in his and feeling the skin of your body pressed against his. The smell of you lingers through him and he just wants you to be like a teddy to him to sleep with at night.

Poppet: Like a poppy seed, Harry is fiercely protective of you and will throw himself in to keep you safe.

Cookie: When you're eating cookies, Harry will call you this as a play on word.

Babe: You're his baby girl, he tells you this when you fall asleep on his bare chest, tracing his butterfly tattoo with your finger. His fingers comb through your hair and he just listens to the sound of your breathing in and out with the sync of his heartbeat.

Gorgeous: When you don't feel pretty, Harry will tell you otherwise and tell you all the features of you that he finds enticingly beautiful.

Wifey: When Harry decides to finally keep you forever, he'll hit one knee and ask you to be his wife. You'll say yes and share the promises of your rings together and live happily as husband and wife.

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sepherinaspoppies · 1 year ago

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Only If For A Night (sneak peek)

His grip on her hand tightened more as she did not touch any of the food and drinks placed on their feasting dinner table. Aemond knew she was hungry, her eyes were practically devouring the sweet treats he demanded to be brought from Dorne just for the special occasion of their wedding.

“You should eat, my love.” Aemond advised, briefly letting go of her hand to gather a slice of chocoflan he knew it was her favorite. It wasn’t how it was made in her world but it was made with the intention and hope of gaining her affection for him.

“I’m not hungry,” she replied, pushing the plate away. The gruesome images of the two old ladies who violently got their heads cut off because of her attempt to escape, were stuck on her head. She did not think she could eat or sleep after seeing the face of death stare directly at her. Her own mother warned her once, when her uncle was in hospice, to never look at the face of death for the image would permanently be firmly fixated in her head.

And it was.

Aemond frowned and sighed. It did not go unnoticed to him that she didn’t spare him a single glance. Rather, she looked at the drunken men and women dancing in the great hall of Harrenhal. She wondered if they too were forced to be here, feigning their happiness to not upset the One Eyed Prince.

“I know you are hungry. I can practically hear your belly making noises from where I am sitting.” He slid back the silver plate directly in front of her. “Here, have a piece. It is quite good, I can understand why you like it so much.” She involuntarily flinched when Aemond cut a piece of the dessert and practically shoved it inside her mouth.

“Besides, you need your energy for tonight’s activities.” Aemond smirked, his voice coming out dark and erotic as he brought his thumb to clean the loose chocolate from her bottom lip back into her mouth. Her chest began to heave heavily in panic as Aemond traced the softness and plumpness of her lips. He imagined what they’d feel like when she finally accepted his kisses or how they’d feel wrapped so sweetly around his cock.

“I can’t have my beautiful bride faint while I make love to her.”

Like hell that was gonna happen! Alys, you puta, you better take me out of this!

“Um, I need to use the bathroom,” She stated, standing up from her chair. Aemond tilted his head in confusion, any trace of salaciousness was swiftly gone. Right, he didn’t know what that meant. What the fuck did they call it here in Westeros? “What I mean is that I need to relieve myself. I drank too much water.” She laughed anxiously, hoping that Aemond would believe her as she crossed her legs.

Please.

Aemond lifted a brow, “Be quick.” He nodded before he waved for a guard to escort her to the privy.

She momentarily sighed in relief. She had to devise a new plan, a better attempt to escape Aemond’s delusional ass. This was not her world. This was just a book she had countlessly read in her spare time. No way was Aemond Targaryen real nor his dragon, Vhagar.

Once she left in Aemond’s line of sight, he brought his wife’s silver chalice for inspection and tossed it against the wall once he saw that the cup was full and untouched. She lied to him, again.

“Fuck!” Aemond bellowed loud and high for everyone to hear.

Clever girl, my bride is, thinking she could escape me yet again

*puta: bitch

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #sepherina’s writing updates

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cheesecakeislazy · 8 months ago

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Hey, I hope you have a nice day. I also hope you enjoy MORE FUCKIN HEADCANONS WOOOOOOO

Sally Headcanons

1. While yes, Sally loves the color pink, it isn’t actually her favorite color. She doesn’t have one. She loves blue, green, purple, all colors.

2. The only color Sally dislikes is orange, due to this, she hates oranges and tangerines

3. Sally has the body of a 7-10 year old, yet she is mentally older.

4. Despite the fact Sally is mentally 16, she still has childlike characteristics within her mindscape

5. Sally has a hard time trusting adult men; females and younger males are more trustworthy to Sally

6. Mr. D (Sally’s teddy bear) is a normal teddy bear

7. Every single person inside the mansion has seen Mr. D move on his own; nobody knows how or why as Slender has confirmed it has no supernatural tendencies within it

8. Sally likes to watch Bluey

9. Sally likes to hang out with BeN, Jeff, and Toby; viewing all three of them as older brothers

10. Jeff and Sally hang out the most

11. Sally used to have a little kid crush on Ben; Sally no longer views BeN that way because she thinks that dating is gross

12. Sally is AroAce in my AU, because despite physically being 7, she’s mentally around 16

13. Sally constantly asks Slender for a puppy

14. Sally hates wearing socks

15. Sally also hates wearing shoes of any kind

16. Sally doesn’t leave footprints anywhere, not in snow, mud, anything.

17. When Sally has tantrums Jeff calls them her “poltergeist attacks”

18. When upset, Sally can make objects levitate.

19. Sally usually throws the objects she levitates, due to the fact the objects are usually plates, vases, cups, and Toby- Damage is always present after a Sally tantrum

20. Sally cannot levitate objects on command.

21. Sally calls Slender “Mr. Slenderman”

22. Sally gave Slender a white mug that had “#1 Mr.Slenderdad” written with black sharpie on it

23. Sally isn’t an innocent little girl, she also loves to commit war crimes

24. Sally usually kills creeps, molesters, perverts, etc.

25. Sally has constant bruises and cuts on her from her death

26. The wound on Sally’s head eternally bleeds forever, it’s annoying but she’s gotten used to it

27. Slender puts bandages around her head to somewhat stop the bleeding

28. Sally and Jane argue a lot

29. Jeff managed to convince Sally that Jane is a bitch

30. Sally is a Princess Peach main in MarioKart

31. Sally is one of the few people that Ben likes to play board games with because she doesn’t destroy the game board/pieces

32. Sally likes to play house and dress up

33. Sally serves real tea and desserts at her tea parties

34. Sally doesn’t really know how to defend herself, so she can’t go on intense missions or go on missions alone

35. Sally is 4’5

36. Sally needs to be babysat whenever a majority of the mansion is on an expedition

37. Babysitting duty is rotated around the mansion

38. Jane hates babysitting duty because Sally never listens to her

39. Jeff is rarely on it but when he is, he loves it

40. Most of the proxies see Sally extremely often but don’t really know her

41. If given the chance, Sally will cling onto Slenderman all day

42. Sally loves Ben’s brownies (the not weed ones)

43. Sally loves chocolate chip cookies

44. Sally and Lulu are decent friends

45. Sally and Lazari have play dates together

46. Sally and Lazari share a room in the mansion

47. Sally and Smile dog have a complicated relationship

48. Sally loves Smile Dog because he’s a dog and constantly tries to play with him

49. Smile dog.. is an intelligent dog that usually wants to be left alone; he doesn’t hate Sally he just finds her a lot to deal with

50. Sally used to be really bad at painting nails, now she’s actually quite good at it due to BEN teaching her

51. Sally likes to draw and finger paint

52. Sally’s art skills are the same of a preschooler (aka fucking awesome)

53. Sally has a bad habit of randomly falling asleep; Slenders arms, Slenders tentacles, tea parties, while standing up, taking a bath, etc.

54. Sally likes fruit punch and grape juice

55. Sally likes to say Fuck (Jeff taught her)

#creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta ben drowned #creepypasta #creepypasta jeff the killer #jeff the killer #creepypasta sally #slenderverse #slenderman #found family #my headcanons #headcanon #aroace

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vulpinroid · 4 months ago

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"Caramel macchiato? Did you remember the chocolate chips?"

"And- the whipped cream on top..." "And this is exactly why after I'm doing drinking this, I'm going to install a Wi-Fi module in you. You know, for something that's been offline since the days of Backstreet Boys, 'NSYNC and Britney Spears, you still catch on pretty quick! Then again, that's your my favorite floofy Motor City murderbot. Good boy!"

"-Look Rebecca, that's dessert, not coffee. I should have kept my muzzle shut about that combination years ago."

"Your point, Officer Prower?"

"Nothing, nothing at all Professor Chambers."

"I'd buy that for a dollar!"

Resident Evil x RoboCop AU where a prototype 'RoboCop 2000' or RC-2000 is developed and assigned to Raccoon City as an attempt for OCP to recover its flagging fortunes after 'RoboCop 2' and 'RoboCop: Rogue City', using a critically injured anthropomorphic fox Detroit patrolman as the basis.

Compared to the original, the RC-2000 has a full-fledged AI modeled on its template containing his full range of memories, skills, emotive profile and the like. The underlying technology is also six years newer and the signature Beretta 93R sidearm is upgraded to a .45 ACP variant. A second 93R is also included and the newer operating system contains multi-targeting capability similar to that of 'RoboCable' from RoboCop: Prime Directives.

On arrival in Raccoon City, Security Concepts placed the RC-2000's upkeep under the responsibility of RPD STARS Bravo Team medic Rebecca Chambers.

Taking over the rear security role from Rebecca, the RC-2000 ultimately was instrumental to a different outcome in Resident Evil 0 and Resident Evil 1, resulting in:

A cohesive sweep of the Ecliptic Express, Umbrella Executive Training Center and the Spencer Mansion with Bravo Team remaining together increasing survivability.

The detainment of Dr. William Birkin while en route to a meeting Wesker.

Wesker's perma-death.

The RC-2000 being damaged in a confrontation with the Tyrant, prompting Rebecca to leave Raccoon City after the raid in order to further her career, but also to make an effort to repair the robot, who she formed an attachment to.

Rebecca took over his 1992 Ford Taurus SHO patrol car as her own personal vehicle, removing the police equipment but retaining the coloration and his RPD unit callsign (308) on the side.

This was successful as of 2014 before the events of Vendetta with rumor being that she woke him up with a rather terrible piano rendition of the Moonlight Sonata.

Other Trivia:

His name is supposedly Miles Prower and his birthday is recorded as being October 16, 1980, with a record of him graduating from Wayne State University in 1996 with a criminal justice degree and a minor in physics.

He gets very flustered when she calls him a 'good boy'.

Rumor is that Miles is the one who put Rebecca on her signature caramel macchiato with chocolate chips and whipped cream.

#resident evil #rebecca chambers #robocop #rc-2000 “miles”#rebecca chambers x oc

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jezabatlovesbats · 1 month ago

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We’re diving into my fanmade lands now. Here’s everything that I established for Ice Cream Land. As with the canon, I’d like to see what to keep and get rid of with my fanmade lands and characters. Any feedback is appreciated.

Values of Ice Cream Land:

Calm

Quiet

Peace

Tranquility

Mythology, Stories, and Folklore:

Ice Cream Landers believe that a legendary moose brings them pieces to build babies with

Magic in Ice Cream Land is heavily associated with the mind. There are no magic wands or anything.

Ghosts are the spirit of a person that came out of their body.

There are LOTS of mythological creatures in Ice Cream Land. There’s literally a yearly convention for them called MythCon. Neapolitan is a big enthusiast for them.

What are those mythical creatures? I don’t know. I never established them.

Symbolism in Ice Cream Land:

When people die, mourners eat bitter meals together off of the same plate. It symbolizes that, even though the deceased person is gone, they still have each other.

People place a puppet version of the deceased person on their grave instead of flowers. It symbolizes having that person’s appearance and essence captured.

On their birthdays, Ice Cream Landers put spoons in a bowl to eat sweets with. Each spoon represents one year of their life.

Warmer weather is associated with fruit and fruit flavors.

Being rich in Ice Cream Land is associated with luxurious items.

On the New Year, Ice Cream Landers build sundaes to represent how they hope the year will go for them. The taller the sundae is, and the more you add to it, the more hope and ambition you have.

The original idea I had was that they exchange gifts, which symbolizes filling someone’s bowl with treats for the coming year

Flavors and toppings mean different things to Gelatarians. (The demonym for ICL is Gelatarian, which comes from gelato)

Sweeter and tangier ones represent more positive feelings

Bitter and unsweet ones represent sadder and more negative feelings

Much of Ice Cream Land’s terminology comes from desserts

They call soccer/football “chip-ball.” The black pentagons on the ball look like chocolate chips/flakes to them

Fries/French fries/Chips (whatever you call those potato strips) are called sticks in Ice Cream Land

Ice Cream Landers associate melting with death

Hearts are also a prominent symbol

Geography of Ice Cream Land:

Ice Cream Land is located far up north, across the ocean from the Unikingdom and Frowntown (it’s on another continent from them)

It’s in a tundra biome right next to a mountain range

There are little to no trees, but grass and flowers (like crocuses)

Streams, brooks, and rivers of milk throughout the entire land

There’s a lake of milk with ice floes, called Milkshake Lake

There’s also a warmer area with grass and shaved ice, Sorbet Fields

The many hills and slopes are giant ice cream scoops. They’re even topped with stuff like chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

Mt. Dairy is a very tall mountain

Architecture in Ice Cream Land:

Buildings are made of snow, ice, and especially desserts

The Ice Cream Bowl palace is literally a giant sundae in a giant waffle bowl

Bridges are made of ice cream sandwiches

The roads and streets are paved with sweets such as ganaches

And there definitely are some rocky roads (chocolate roads with marshmallow and nut bricks in them)

Pillars are made of things like giant pretzel sticks and giant popsicle sticks

Wafers, cookies, and solid ice are durable materials. Most other ones are softer.

Lots of non-dairy and lactose-free building materials to accommodate people with lactose intolerance (like Sgt. Wolf, who moves there)

People can live on Milkshake Lake, in homes built on the ice floes (Floela lives there)

Milkshake Lake homes are built with light materials so they won’t sink or break the floes

People sleep in beds that can have canopies over them

The headboards of the beds can be shaped like things like snowflakes

Shelves made of translucent white crystals

Rooms can be next to balconies

Side tables

Long candlesticks

Ceiling ornaments

No ceiling fans anywhere

Ice Cream Land Naming Customs:

Desserts and ice cream people are usually named after their flavor or what they are

Same goes for the ice unicorns; they also have wintry names

The animals are usually not

Places are named after different frozen desserts or dairy products

Flora and Fauna of Ice Cream Land:

Hardly any trees

There are some round trees here and there

Grass

Flowers, such as crocuses

Sheep

Dogs

Cows

Tundra animals

Butterflies (people make butterfly feeders for them and put them on their houses)

Gelatarian Society:

Ice Cream Land is ruled by a king and queen, King Dairycone and Queen Snowcorn

They had three kids, but they lost one (Princess Crystalline)

Princes Germafrost and Neapolitan are here

There’s a right of primogeniture. The firstborn child, regardless of gender, inherits the throne. After Crystalline was gone, Germafrost became the heir to the throne.

I had the idea that the family has a royal carriage, so… yeah. They’re held with pretty high regard by their people.

The kingdom is served by the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard

Courtrooms exist, and so do judges. The judges carry out the laws made by the king and queen. Other than this, I didn’t really establish Ice Cream Land’s legal system.

ICL uses the Gregorian-ish calendar that the Unikingdom uses. I called it the Unicorny calendar.

They tell time with cuckoo clocks.

Ice Cream Land uses flakes (copper-like square coins and oval-shaped bills) as its currency. Because of this, when they put corn flakes on their ice cream as a topping, they call it a loan from the bank.

Banks exist in Ice Cream Land.

People can have jobs in various fields of science

They can own restaurants

They can be concert pianists

They can also be puppeteers

Shoveling snow for people is an everyday job to take on when you need some money in a short time

The people can also run toy stores

There are active doctors/nurses

There are many servants in the Ice Cream Bowl Palace who do many things. They watch the royal kids, do laundry, and fix broken furniture and walls.

Milk delivery is a pretty big job

Gelatarians go to spas, where they can get baths and massages.

There are piano bars and nightclubs in Ice Cream Land. However, raves are not commonplace.

There are lots of hotels in Ice Cream Land, such as an extravagantly decorated cake-themed hotel called Hotel Batter Mix.

There are also parks in Ice Cream Land, like Mint Leaf Park. (Piano first met Germafrost and his family there.)

Ice Cream Landers get their news from a news program called The Inside Scoop. They also get it from the Internet and announcements from the royal family. When the royals announce something, everybody will know about it within a few hours.

Like the Unikingdom, Ice Cream Land is prone to monster attacks.

Ice Cream Land Demographics:

Ice cream people

Other living desserts and confections (like caramel squares and butterscotch)

Ice unicorns

Anthropomorphic animals (like dogs, sheep, cows, and tundra animals)

There are hybrids in Ice Cream Land like in the Unikingdom. There are animal/ice unicorn hybrids, hybrids of different sweets, and hybrids of different flavors.

Art in Ice Cream Land:

Puppetry is Ice Cream Land’s most popular performing art. There’s a thing called the Young Puppeteers’ Society in ICL for students.

Piano music

Classical music? I think?

Jazzy elevator music

You can see that Gelatarian music is usually slow and relaxing

There are also lots of ballads. Piano is a talented balladeer, in addition to playing the instrument she’s named after. (I imagine her singing soulful pop ballads.)

The Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard has their own bands

Music theory and instruments are taught simultaneously in ICL

I never really established what their visual arts are like. I did have the idea that they create marble sculptures, because Piano has a lot of marble in her room.

Germafrost has a framed picture of him as a puppy, so… photography?

Traditions, Holidays, and Practices in Ice Cream Land:

Ice Cream Land celebrates the New Year around the same time as the Unikingdom. They observe it with the tradition of building sundaes.

In the springtime, they celebrate a holiday called Berenstia. It falls on the hottest day of the year, which is in the springtime in Ice Cream Land. People observe it by hanging flower garlands, wearing berries on their clothes, eating fruit-flavored desserts, and dancing around with berry branches and ribbons.

Three Flavors Day is Ice Cream Land’s patriotic day. The people dress in the colors of the Neapolitan ice cream flavors- chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. The bands of the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard perform on the roads.

I had the idea that Ice Cream Land holds dessert banquets/parties as a way of coming together. I’m not sure if I want to use it.

Birthday celebrations are quiet and small. A common tradition is putting spoons in a bowl to eat sweets with. I had the idea that birthday celebrations go from sunup to sundown.

People propose to their fiancés by delivering white satin mittens to their doorstep, like making a delivery.

Before weddings, there’s a Shiver Night, where the marrying people express pre-wedding jitters to their families.

Weddings take place in courthouses. The marrying people walk down the aisle together instead of with their family members.

For funerals, a deceased person’s pieces are usually melted in a similar way to cremation, but the royals are always buried. Their pieces are also winterized so that they won’t freeze in the ground.

The entire funeral happens beside the deceased person’s grave. If it’s a burial, the coffin is always closed. Someone gives a eulogy about the dead person. They place a puppet version of that person on their grave instead of flowers.

The royal family have get togethers with their extended relatives.

Mannerisms and Etiquette in Ice Cream Land:

The people don’t like a lot of noise

It’s impolite to shout or yell in Ice Cream Land

It’s not wasteful to throw out food in Ice Cream Land, because animals like stoats and birds can eat it

Education in Ice Cream Land:

Children can optionally go to preschools

Primary school

Secondary school (In Ice Cream Land, they’re called Parlors)

Universities

Language:

I would once again like to point out that this is a fantasy world where Everyone Speaks English.

I had the idea that Germafrost speaks German, but just because he’s a German shepherd does not mean this place has to be German-coded. Ice Cream Land is just supposed to be this vague ice cream kingdom.

Why IS he a German shepherd? Because I wanted him to be a dog/unicorn similar to Unikitty and Puppycorn, and I wanted to have that pun on the word Permafrost

Fighting Styles and Weaponry:

Spears made of things like ice cream cones and spikes of ice

So they’ve got some form of ranged combat going on

Sgt. Wolf was also gonna introduce her knight combat to the guard

Armor consists of collars, capes, chestplates/breastplates, shoulder pads/epaulettes, leg guards, helmets, gorgets, sleeves and gauntlets

It’s made of materials like ice cream, solid ice, cookies, cookie dough, wafer, waffle cone, and ice cream bowls

ICL’s armor has also influenced sporting clothes

Gelatarian Food:

LOTS and LOTS of ice cream. Ice Cream Land is literally named after it.

As you saw, food (especially sweets) is what their traditions stem from

As I mentioned before, fries are called sticks

Hot chocolate

Cheese bites

Ice cream sundaes

Lactose-free stuff

Cakes

Bubble gum

Eclairs

Toppings of all kinds (like sprinkles)

Meats (like roast beef platters)

Milkberries (a fruit endemic to Ice Cream Land)

Milk. Lots of things are made with it, and it’s in high demand. Deliverers like the Milkman use carrying poles to deliver milk buckets.

Gelatarian Fashion and Dress Code:

People mostly wear clothes

Some animals (like the royal family) don’t wear clothes because their fur keeps them warm

Ice Cream Land’s people wear their clothes in layers (at least 2, not counting underwear)

Puffy collars made of snow/ice cream materials are common

Clothes have bright colors

Clothes are often made with cookie batter or water batter for durability

Sporting clothes take inspiration from the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard’s armor

Squarish caps

Cravats? (I drew one on Judge Fudge)

Coats and jackets

Sweaters

Capes (can be transparent or translucent, bordered with fluff or not)

Ice cream cone crowns

Ice crowns with crystals

Scarves

Shoulder wraps

Solid collars with crystals

Long-sleeved shirts

Loose cropped tops (these are meant to be worn over layers)

Headbands with bows

Spiky bows and fluffy bows that can have crystals in the middle

Spiky ice collars

Bowler hats? (I drew one on the milkman)

A single pant/tube-like garment for people with cone bodies, glass bodies, or a single leg

Leg warmers

Skirts

Suspender skirts

Dresses

Boots

Shoes you would wear in snow

Handbags/tote bags

Glasses (there are blizzard safe ones)

Neapolitan pins (with the three flavors)

Waffle cone pins

Shirts with frog knots

On warm/hot days, they still wear layered clothes. They’re just thinner, and they have fewer layers.

Summer hats have layers of ice beneath the brim to protect people’s heads from melting

In heavy blizzards/harsh cold, people wear thick coats with fluffy trim and sometimes capes, regardless of their species

Jewelry:

Charms

Bracelets

Sprinkles in hair/fur/wool/whatever

Earrings (pearls, crystals, huggie earrings, snowflake-shaped ones)

Flower charms (on hats and dresses)

Pajamas:

Long robes

Collared buttoned shirts with matching pants

Swimsuits:

Snorkeling masks

Full-body wetsuits

One-piece swimsuits with skirts

Water shoes

Formal clothes:

Long formal gowns

Wraps around shoulders

Layered skirts

Gloves

Long sleeves

Ice/crystal/ice cream patterns

Suits with pretzel stick frog knots and belts

Cookie epaulettes

Tail coverings

Wedding attire tends to be very layered

At funerals, people wear long coats that go down to the floor to symbolize melting, which they associate with death

History of Ice Cream Land:

The first civilization in the area was called Daira (because of, you know, dairy)

Living globs of snow evolved into living frozen treats

The early people used bowls and buckets to collect milk. This is still practiced to this day.

Daira later collapsed, as the people began to develop different tastes

Throughout Ice Cream Land’s history, kingdoms kept breaking apart and reunifying

There were lands based on tastes (sweet, sour, savory, and bitter)

Then, a single society themed around ice

Then, lands based on types of frozen desserts (like ice creams and snow cones)

Later, there were lands based on the three flavors, those being Vanillin, Chocoland and Strawberria

A group of people combined the three flavors, and everyone around them loved them. They went on a tour across the three lands to share it with everyone else. Soon, Ice Cream Land reunified into what it is now.

They shared their dessert-making traditions with the rest of the world. That’s why the Unikingdom has ice cream and their own traditions with it, such as their annual ice cream festival. I planned to have the Gelatarians tell Unikitty and her friends that all the ice cream they have comes from them.

Yeah, the idea I had was that Ice Cream Land is where all the ice cream and frozen desserts in this world come from.

Queer Culture in Ice Cream Land:

A good portion of folks in Ice Cream Land use it/it’s pronouns

I imagine that they use it/it’s more often than they/them

There are genderfluid folks in Ice Cream Land, like Browncake (a hybrid of brownie batter and cake batter flavored ice cream)

Sports and Games in Ice Cream Land:

Soccer/football (they call it chip-ball)

Snowboarding

Rock climbing

Bobsledding

Jumping sports

Ice hockey