#ace is grumpy bean

[nerdie-faerie]

Being an adult is so fun you get to tell TV licencing to fuck off, register for pension schemes, chase up IT issues, make returns, figure out what you're gonna eat this week so you can actually go grocery shopping an- *is laid face down on the floor*

[007reid]

coffee caramels. spencer reid

this is my submission for the cm meet cute (or not) challenge by @imagining-in-the-margins ! i did VERY loose research on the stuff spencer sprouts off on because i am not our boy genius so sorry if there are any inaccuracies ':( this is my first time writing for spencer but i literally love it so much and i'd love to write more so plz flood my inbox with requests for him plzzz 😭

pairing: fem!reader x spencer reid

prompt: character sits next to a stranger in the theater, but the two end up bonding when there's a technical glitch.

warnings: slightly grumpy!reader and sunshine!spencer my fav trope <333 confident reader, reader makes the first move, spencer being a bbg and blushing a lot ;)) all the good stuff

word count: 2.7k

you arrived at the theater ten minutes early, bee-lined to the popcorn section and asked for extra butter. you loaded your oily popcorn up with coffee caramels and chocolate-covered coffee beans and bought a large coke. you walked in the theater, confident and fully armed with enough caffeine to hopefully keep you awake during the entire thing. you have tape in your bag to peel your eyes open just in case things go south, but you're confident enough to believe that it won't.

because it can't.

"aelita," your professor had said on friday, "is a russian phenomenon, and it is one of my top favorite films. considering how you are all in a russian literature class, i can make the safe assumption that you are all interested in russian culture."

now, not only were you in a russian literature class as an elective like two-thirds of your class, you were also a russian literature and poetry major. how you ended with that major baffles you and there hasn't been a day where you wanted to choose another major, but there hasn't been a day where you weren't depressed about your poor decision-making either. it's a battle you fight every day.

"aelita was first screened in 1924, and this year, next week, there will be a worldwide re-screening of the film in its originality, no edits, completely authentic, except with added subtitles for those who need it, of course," this was when your professor got very stern. "i want all of you to go and watch it. if you don't want to, fine, but there will be an assessment grade on this movie. this is not optional. i believe that the content of this movie is very true to our..."

at that point you had stopped listening, because you knew what your professor wanted you to do, and you dreaded doing it.

two hours, silent, black and white, russian film with subtitles. and you have to hang onto the movie's every word.

not your ideal saturday night plans, but for your academic career, you were willing to take that leap; looking like a sore loser at the empty theater with black framed glasses on instead of getting fucked up in someone's bathtub. it's fine. the partying was all up to the business majors anyway.

when you walked into the theater, it was, understandably, vacant, save for a couple men and women with graying hair or bald scalps and bad backs. you were clearly not the target audience. none of them had snacks on them either, and you felt awkward being the one responsible for the strong aroma of butter and coffee that stuffed the place the moment you walked in. a gentleman coughed in his hanker-chief and flared his nostrils. you were intimidated already.

you tracked down your seat and decided to not let any of it distract you. you needed a good grade on this assessment. you had already bombed your previous test on the imperial era; you don't need another bad grade stacked on top of it. you're acing this test, no matter what, and you're going to absorb this movie so well that it might as well be your favorite.

as you waited for the film to start, you munched on several of the coffee caramels, the caffeine slow to kick in. you shrugged it off. there's a whole bucket of sugar to fuel you through the film.

in midst of biting into a shelf of a chocolate-covered-coffee-bean, you heard a light thud and a hiss, and the quiet muttering of "i'm good, ow." an old man by the stairs called out;

"you alright, son?"

"yes sir," the man said. despite being alright, he was limping to his seat, and you watched him attentively, for there wasn't much else for you to observe. he limped closer and closer to you by row, ticket in his hand and checking the letters on the rows. he stopped at your row, and then walked crookedly and settled down in the seat right next to you.

you chewed on your popcorn as you directed your attention somewhere else, your determination slightly deflated. the film was late into starting, but you were still going strong.

"oh wow," you heard the man mumbled next to you, and looked over to see what he was talking about, nosy. but he was looking at you.

"what?" you said indignantly, immediately dropping the oily popcorn in your hand and wiping at your mouth, feeling oddly self-conscious. but mostly irritated. you'd say you hid your whiplash pretty well when you saw how pretty the man was when you looked over at him. you were so smooth with it. "chocolate on my face?"

"what? oh, no," the man breathed out a small laugh. he's got a soft, shy voice that got your insides feeling like broken tomato bits.

"then what?" you demanded, but not too authoritatively because you didn't want to chase him away. you kept it cool and in control. totally. it was hard to find eye candy in quantico, and the last place you would expect to find someone so pretty is in the theater for a fucking silent film.

even though it was dark, you could still catch the bright blush that crept up the man's neck, but it might be because he felt hot under all those layers. seriously, he was dressed like your grandpa, sweater vest, tie, collared shirt and all, but it was tied together in some kind of way that made it work, and it was the way the man carried himself that made him look youthful in all those ancient clothing.

"nothing," he ducked his head away, "i was just talking out loud."

you didn't have to be sherlock holmes to know that he was lying. "you liar," you accused, wiping your hand even more aggressively over your face. "i do have something on my face, don't i? just tell me if i do!"

"you don't have anything on your face!" he said, an indecisive and uncracked smile playing on his lips. you grumbled and turned back to look at the screen, still waiting for the film to start, popping candy in your mouth. in was silent for a merciful while, until the man said, "did you know that dmitri shostakovich conducted the music for this film and during its first showings in leningrad since the film was silent he came personally and played the piano whenever the soundtrack would be playing?"

you hummed. no you did not.

"i was surprised when i saw you, you don't look over sixty at all," the man continued. you didn't know how to take this piece of information as a compliment or an insult. "whenever i come to these things, it's only me who doesn't have grey hair. well, some people dye it, which looks pretty obvious because you can't really hide age, y'know?"

usually you'd be annoyed. very annoyed, in fact, you'd switch seats to be away from the guy. but this one's got a nice voice, and the moment he sat down you caught a scent to him immediately, that old cashmere and cotton scent that comes from old, thrifted clothes that you'll find dug deep somewhere in your grandmother's basement or in vintage stores, and sugar cookies and mint and coffee. it's a good smell, is all. you weren't being creepy about it.

"i'm not over sixty," you assured him. "just scraping twenty-two."

"oh! i'm twenty-two too!" the man said excitedly. he had child's glee to him, which you found more endearing than annoying. you didn't know why. you didn't know why you were still sitting with the man instead of scurrying three rows away like you would have normally the moment any stranger tried to attempt small talk with you.

maybe you were a changed woman.

"how crazy," you mused. you didn't sound half as interested or excited as the man did, but he had most definitely got your undivided attention. you nature tells you to not show it.

"how did you hear about this movie? i tried to get some of my friends to watch it with me, but none of them were too interested...except emily, she's usually more interested because she can speak russian but she got plans this weekend," his face fell into a thoughtful frown at the end, and the clockwork in your brain started to turn at the mention of 'emily.' was that his girlfriend? special lady? you shouldn't be googling, then.

"my professor created an assessment for this movie," at the man's inquiring look, you explained further, "it's for my russian lit class."

his eyes shone like a fucking diamond at that, as if russian lit was the most exciting thing he had ever heard of in his life. you could tell that you were looking at the kind of guy who would decline a party full of seniors to go read a dictionary at home. "is that like an elective you take? 'cause it's a subject that fascinates me a lot, but the demand for it is so slim that--"

he was cut off by the movie finally starting and flickering to life. you turned away immediately, eyes focused and attention zeroed onto the introduction screen. screw the pretty boy for now, you thought, you might as well pack your things and go back to your hometown if you fuck up this movie's assessment. it needed your attention.

black and white and grimy, a pretty font wrote 'aelita, adapted by alexei tolstoy.' but as soon as the film started, the picture quickly collapsed, blurring and then fading into black. with the audience being so small, there wasn't much commotion but whispers of confusion began to arise as the lights began to bleed more yellow, lighting up the theater more. it was as if the movie was over.

"sorry folks," a voice came from the grainy megaphone above all of them. "some trouble with the tape. we are trying our best, but not sure of our luck. all tickets will be refunded if bought online or you bring your ticket to us for a mark so you can present your current ticket right now at the next showing. thanks for your patience."

you looked exaggeratedly around, and the man in the sweater vest next to you looked equally as disappointed.

"my professor is not going to believe me," you muttered under your breath, but the man caught it anyway and chuckled quietly. you looked down at your still full bucket of popcorn and your large coke. you glanced over to the man next to you, not too smart things lottering around in your head. you travel through the subway, and the ride to your street is not until two hours. you weren't going to spend it morosely eating popcorn in the waiting lobby.

"is emily your girlfriend?" you asked suddenly. there was no point in being shy. the man's mouth unhinged from his jaw immediately, and you stared at him. his cheeks quickly stained an innocent pink.

"what?" he squeaked, his voice a higher pitch, caught off-guard. "no! no, she-she's my coworker!" he sounded almost offended.

this took you by surprise. you didn't know people who were close to their coworkers existed. "so you don't have a girlfriend?"

the blush on the man's face kept getting brighter and brighter. you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a fool. with how endeared you were by him, it's strange to think that you don't even know his name yet. it was rare for you to really be so mindful and think such soft things about somebody, especially to a stranger.

you were a changed woman. but maybe it's because of the coffee caramels messing with your head. sugar and caffeine tend to do that.

"no," the man said, then cleared his throat. he was fiddling with his fingers, an obvious stim. "no, i don't have a girlfriend."

"sweet," you grinned, "then no one would mind if i take you on a date, would they?"

he choked and got engulfed in a coughing fit, bending over in his seat. the red of his sweater vest nearly blinded you but you patted his back supportively. when his coughing ceased and he sat back up again, his eyes avoided yours for a while as he fought to keep the redness in his face down before he looked at you again.

"so?" you raised your eyebrow. "the night doesn't wait, pretty boy."

the nickname just slipped out of your mouth, and you cringed at the weight of it. how out of pocket. you were going to go home and contemplate this conversation later. but right now, you were trying to take out probably the sweetest looking boy you've ever seen, and that was a more important matter as of.

"okay," he said, and that was that.

"okay," you repeated. "let's start with finishing this, yeah?" you looked down at your bothersomely big bucket of popcorn. "we can walk to the park and eat it and feed it to the ducks."

"actually, it's not safe for ducks to consume popcorn because it causes digestive issues especially if consumed in large quantities and disrupts their natural diet," the man recited matter-of-factly, blinking at you obliviously as if he just didn't acted like a fucking android. you huffed out a laugh. handsome and smart. pretty much a package deal.

"the popcorn will be just for us then," you promised, standing up. he followed suit, as a lone line of people started to exit the theater. "i hope you aren't a serial killer in disguise," you said jokingly, but not really, because that was a genuine threat. he laughed. it was a sweet, syrupy sound that you could soak up and not get sick of for a long time.

"that's ironic," he mumbled, and it flew past your head, you being too busy maneuvering out of the rows.

"what was that?"

"nothing," he smiled, bright and easy. the initial nervousness was already beginning to melt away. when you were side by side, his hand accidentally brushed yours and when you looked up at him, he was already looking another way, pretending to be distracted by the movie posters but the red in his ears and neck gave it away. you smiled to yourself and grabbed his hand, holding your bucket of popcorn in the other.

"i forgot," you said, suddenly. his head whipped around to face you, but not before lingering his gaze at your intertwined hands. "i didn't get your name."

it was a foolish thing to say, you were holding a man's hand and you were pressed up side-by-side against him and you don't even know his name. he smiled softly, though, like he didn't mind. "i'm spencer reid."

"i'm y/n y/l/n."

"hi y/n," spencer said. you exited the theater and he started slightly swinging your joined hands. you laughed, the popcorn and candy in the bucket rattling and threatening to spill but you didn't care. "i'm a little disappointed," he said, pouting a little bit, bottom lip jutting out. "i was excited for the movie."

you breathed out an incredulous laugh. what a guy.

"i wasn't," you said, honestly. yours and spencer's arms were still swinging, and you resisted the uncharacteristic giggle bubbling at your throat. "rather be doing this instead." unexpected date at the park with a pretty boy in a red sweater vest or a boring silent film? the answer sounded pretty obvious to you.

"hm," spencer hummed, amused. "i guess i can catch the movie some other time."

"you can catch it with me," you blurted, and it sounded too early to say. you haven't had a proper conversation with the guy yet, you didn't know what he does and how he is, you didn't know whether or not he has a cat or a dog or a parrot or a ferret or if his room is kept tidy or messy, and you didn't know how much you were going to like him once the night is over. asking for a second date when the first one hadn't even started felt like too much, but it also felt like the right thing to say.

and if it's right, it's good enough for you.

spencer smiled shyly. when you turned right on the street, he pulled you back by your hand and redirected you left. "let's go the scenic route," he said, casually, and you could tell by the magenta tinge in his cheeks and the way he was firmly looking forward, avoiding your eyes that he wasn't feeling as casual as he sounded.

"want some of my popcorn?" you offered, feeling the large bucket was burdening you.

"oh, no thanks," spencer said. "i'm sure the pigeons will appreciate it more than me."

"does popcorn ruin their digestive system and disrupt their natural diet, too?"

spencer popped a large grin. it sat beautiful on his pretty face. "you listened," he said happily, and it felt like a large airbag had just inflated in your lungs. "no, i think pigeons are too used to picking our food, especially those in the city," a long pause, and "in fact, pigeons have a stronger digestive system than most birds due to adaptation, but the strongest out of all of them are vultures, whose stomach acid are so strong it doesn't get sick e eating rotten and bacteria-infested meats."

you hummed. you wished you had paid closer attention to what he said, but instead you paid attention to the smooth sound of his voice and how nice it sounded. well. you'll get there one day.

[cozage]

Hey! I saw your request being open!

Could I have Monster trio (separate pls) with a female s/o that Sees her lover stressed/despressed/ down what you like, so she makes them Some dessert to their taste? To Show them love and being there for them? So just pure fluff!

Thank you again and take enough Breaks and have a nice day/night

A/N: I was a big fan of this. I hope you liked it!

Characters: gn reader x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji

Cw: sad boi hours, but still really cute!

Total word count: 1k

Luffy

Luffy doesn't seem as crazy as he usually does. He’s not running around or screaming as much, he’s more wandering around the ship, staring out to sea in thought. It’s kind of alarming for everyone on the ship, honestly

Double chocolate cake. It’s his favorite thing to eat, and luckily it’s something you can make pretty easily

You whip up the cake, and leave the spoon and the bowl off to the side for him to lick up later (sorry Sanji- you know he hates when Luffy does that)

He doesn’t even come into the kitchen when he smells the cake baking, and you take it out early just to get it to him faster. 

When he sees it, the biggest grin appears on his face. And then he sees the battered spoon and bowl, and his smile somehow gets bigger. He starts to get tears in his eyes from happiness

He swallows it almost entirely whole, and he licks the bowl and the spoon completely clean of any HINT of chocolate. You could put it back into the cupboards, that's how clean they look.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask, and he stares into the cleaned bowl he’s still licking at. 

“It’s Ace’s birthday today, I think.” he finally answers after a few long moments. “We made up birthdays for each other since we didn’t know our own.”

“Well, Happy Birthday Ace.” you say softly. “Should we have a party?”

Luffy’s smile returns. It’s not as big as it was before, but it’s there, and you count it as a win. “I think he would like that a lot.”

Zoro

He’s grumpy. Zoro is usually grumpy, but today he’s extra grumpy. 

Zoro doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, and you know that better than anyone. So instead you remind him of your love…from a distance.

Desserts are hard for Zoro. Chocolate and candy are far too sweet for him to enjoy. But, surprisingly, you know he does like mochi. So that’s what you make. 

It takes a lot of time and effort, making the sticky sweet rice balls and the ice cream to match. But luckily all you have is time today. You know when Zoro gets in his funk he doesn’t want to see or talk to anyone. 

You make a few of each; green tea, strawberry, red bean, and just regular vanilla, and climb up to the crow’s nest where he’s hidden away. 

You open the hatch and you can see him look over to see who has disturbed him, his eyes full of irritation. They soften slightly when they see you, but not by much. 

“I just brought dessert for you,” you whisper, placing the plate down and starting to shut the door. 

“Wait!” he demanded, slight desperation in his voice. “Do you want to eat with me?”

You smile at that, and climb up into the crow's nest. The two of you sit silently and eat the dessert until it’s all gone. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked him.

“No,” he snapped instinctually. “Sorry,” he quickly corrected. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

“Sure thing” you smile, blowing him a kiss and winking at him, taking your leave. “Let me know if you need anything else.” You see him nod and you’re thankful that you get to leave him with a smile on his face. 

Sanji

It’s hard to tell when Sanji is upset about things, but there’s one main thing: He hides in the kitchen. So when you realize he hasn’t come out to see you halfway through the day, you get suspicious. 

You wander into the kitchen and he looks up from his manic whisking of some kind of batter. He didn’t even look up to see you come in, and you can see three trays of cupcakes already made behind him. 

“Sanji?” you call, and he looks up like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“My love! Are you hungry? Are you sad? Do you need something?” he’s scanning your face to see if you were angry at all, worried he forgot something. 

“Sanji.” You walk over and take the bowl out from his hands, setting it on the counter. Your hands cup his face so his eyes only focus on you. “Breathe, Sanji.”

You breathe in and out with him a few times, trying to get him to calm down. Once his breathing calms down and his eyes seem a little less scared, you both feel better. 

“Out,” you command, and he looks at you funny. “I’ll handle this mess in the kitchen. Go sit by Chopper’s inflatable pool with him.”

He needs something simple, something refreshing, so you decide to stick with the basics. A homemade vanilla bean ice cream with a lavender lemonade. 

He comes in several times during the process, and you kick him to the curb every time, He can’t even get past the door before you’re screaming “OUT!”

Luffy cleans up the cupcakes and batter, and you do all the dishes while the ice cream is mixing. 

When you take it out to him, he cries a little bit. “You know me so well,” he sobbed, mouth full of ice cream. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, looking over at him. 

“Not really,” he says, and you nod. That’s fine with you too. Some things are just too hard to talk about, but you’re glad you could get him out of his baking spiral at least. 

[merakiui]

mera i know you and azul are going through something right now but while you wait for him to come home, have u rated his groovy expressions like u did with jade before????

｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ we are indeed going through it... it's enemies to lovers slow burn 250k words right now. But I will happily rate his groovy expressions!!!! :D I have every Zuzu card,,, except for GloMas. :) :) :) :) hehe hahahaaahaha. :) I wonder why that is..... :) :) so I will rate all of them (except GloMas T_T) below!!!! Like with Jade's ratings, every expression is a 10/10.

✧ lab wear - HIMEROS HIMEROS HIMEROS. HE IS SO HIMEROS HERE. orz the satisfied, focused look in his eyes... his Adam's apple... truly so pretty, and the lighting from all of the Ignihyde devices makes him even prettier. >0< he is a work of art!!!!!! Put him in a museum!!!!!!!!! <3 or make a statue of him so I can worship it like the Greeks and Romans did in ancient times!!!!

✧ ceremonial robes - a very good expression. It's the classic tako smirk. The air of confidence and the wink... he is in sleazy salesman mode!!! I also like that he has the hood up on his robe because he's said it's more comfortable for him that way (as dark, confined spaces are comforting to him). (≧◡≦) ♡ if he stopped me in a dimly lit hall and offered me something in an unlabeled vial, I would buy it without hesitation. No sales pitch needed.

✧ dorm uniform - another classic!!!!!! I think this groovy works so well because it shows just how intimidating Azul can look when he's flanked by the twins. It's a powerful visual!!! You cannot cross him, or else you'll find yourself in deep, scary waters. ;;;; that aside, I like the way his lip curls up into yet another trademark smirk-grin!!!! >w< he's so cool... orz

✧ beans day - THIS IS THE AZUL CARD EVER. WOWOWOOOOOWOWOOOOOOO HE'S SO PERFECT HERE!!!!! He really does have one default expression and that's the Roblox smirk face LOL. Joking aside, I love the antenna on his goggles... it makes him look very cute. And the movement in his hair!!!!! He looks so fluffy here!!! orz orz orz

✧ halloween - UNHINGED. >:D I love when Azul makes these expressions because he does them so well. Also,,,,, his teeth!!!!! The pointed tako teeth AAAAAAAAAA!!!! His fangs are too cute. T_T <3 he should make this face more often because it's such a blessing to behold.

✧ birthday boy - no talk him,, he angy!!!!! >:( I like this grumpy expression a lot hehe. It's unexpectedly cute!!! He looks so miffed to see more fried chicken on the plate. Add some tears to the corners of his eyes and he will look so crybaby. <3 uuwuwuaaaa my favorite crybaby tako. I adore him. (´ ε ` )♡

✧ union birthday - twst knew what they were doing when they cooked this Azul card. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ a man covered in cream is all you need. It is essential to one's life. His expression is so silly and he looks a little pathetic but in a cute way. He's really going >:O !!! Thank you, Ace, for your hard work of throwing the pie at him. You are doing the lord's work here. I will thank you forever.

[viperwhispered]

Hi! Good luck with your new job! Here's whats been cooking in my brain for now:

Ever heard of code switching? Its essentially when you change the way to talk depending on who you're interacting with. For example, using slang and swear words with friends but speaking very formally with a teacher.

What about Scarabia doing some dynamic switching? Just being able to instantly change how they interact depending on who's around.

When with they're with the Asims or in the Scalding Sands in public, the switch to the master Kalim and servant Jamil dynamic.

When they're at NRC and doing dorm duties, they switch to the dorm leader Jamil and vice leader Kalim dynamic.

When its just the two of them or they're with close friends or in class, they switch to the sunshine-grumpy friend dynamic.

I feel like it would be a major mark for their character development. They're truly equals in the sense that they both have times where one is in charge and moments where they're not bound by expected social conventions. For Jamil, it'd mean moving on from years of psychological conditioning. For Kalim it'd mean moving on from his forced obliviousness and actually stepping up as a proud Scarabian. For both it means forming a genuine friendship outside of the expectations of their society.

Also I feel like Kalim having to be the vice-dorm leader in general would do wonders for his independance. Mostly cause the vice-dorm leader duties seem to have more to do with physical dorm management such as dealing with chores and similar short term problems. Having to learn how to do chores properly so he can support his dorm (he can do it we've SEEN him do it on Bean's Day he can follow instructions just fine) and having to actively be considerate since he's now interacting much more directly with the rest of Scarabia.

Meanwhile Jamil can finally reach his full potential as a dorm-leader as he works through his issues. He'll be forced to delegate and how to balance keeping the dorm running efficiently and the endless parties. I can see him set up a once a week party schedule with special dinners in between.

I'd love to see their dynamic evolve into something like Yzma and Kronk from Emperor's New Groove. Like we got Jamil all serious and scheming while Kalim is in the background just trying to support his bestie and being a sunshine. Kalim may not be the smartest, but is observant when he wants to be and I bet its his "stupid questions" that lead to Jamil noticing any holes in his plans.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love sassy Kalim because I really love sassy Kalim. Just Jamil being snarky as usual while Kalim unexpectadly claps back.

Ex:

Jamil: I always wonder how a monkey like you survived natural selecton

Kalim: Big talk for a zookeeper locked in a monkey cage

Bonus: Should I also mention that I love evil minion!Kalim and villain!Jamil? Again its the Yzma and Kronk vibes for me.

Kalim: *giggling* Funny cause last time he said that you ended up loosing.

Jamil: It's called a cruel irony Kalim. Like my dependance on you.

Kalim: The fact that there's nobody else says a lot more about you than me.

Bonus bonus: Kalim attending the secret vice-dorm leader meetings at the Monstro Lounge where they just drink and complain about the dorm leaders.

Kalim: I'm happy that I'm finally getting to know the real Jamil, but I never expected him to be so . . .

Jade: Murderous?

Kalim: Exactly! Just this afternoon I had to convince him that strangling Ace would be a bad idea, not because murder is bad mind you, but because he'd have no way from getting rid of all the evidence before somebody else found out. When I think of arguing, I imagine great negotiations with other merchant families or debates in class. Not trying to stop my friend from commiting murder cause his morality is so skewed!

Lilia: You get used to it eventually.

Trey: What usually helps is reminding them of the law and the fact that Rook will always find out at some point.

Rook: It's true, I will.

Ty! New job has been draining my brain (as you’ve seen), but that’s what it is when everything’s new. So far I��m reasonably optimistic about the job, tho, but we’ll see how things’ll go.

I do feel like Jamil absolutely very consciously code switches (and probably unconsciously too, because that’s how it works, but still). Kinda part of the whole servant role and carefully keeping up appearances, you know. Makes me wonder how much Kalim does it at the moment, though. 🤔 Like I don't remember seeing him have much of a "formal" register, for example, if that makes sense.

Hadsfhs that minion!Kalim and villain!Jamil dynamic is quite something tho. Quite upends the usual dynamic, but I can definitely see it being in character for them, with the right circumstances. Like, we’ve seen how supportive Kalim wants to be, but he is also capable of sticking to his guns sometimes.

Ah the things Jamil could pull out of him (with Kalim's willing co-operation, too), if he really wanted to.

Makes me wonder just what the journey would be for them to make it all the way there from the current dynamic, tho. All those little changes to upend the situation.

Also ngl I really wanna be a fly on the wall in the vice leader tea time and get all the juicy gossip.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

It's been a while without Kalim harem headcanon 😶

This is not due to me running out of headcanons, more of it just overflowed and no way for me to release it lol

I'll share some now!

Kalim would take the lovers to the beach or a large pool area for fun in the water and lots of memories

One time Cheka was over and Kalim spent the whole day with the small cub and even took him on a magic carpet ride like what he did in the anthology manga, and if Leona swears he wasn't in love with Kalim in the first place then he for sure is after seeing this

Study dates and cuddles!!

Dude the budget this sunshine bean have for traveling to see everyone during breaks

Riddle and Rollo are the poly's residences grumpy pouters who everyone agrees is too cute when they're made

Rook writes poetry

Why am I writing this while listening to Riot by Hollywood Undead???

Welp, party headcanons of this ship:

Chenya, Kalim, Lilia, Ace, Epel, and my OC Arie and @gay-salt-amber's OC Esther are the perfect chaos crew for creating a insane party.

Like swinging on chandeliers from Lilia and Chenya

Ace would bring the crowd in pump levels of nuttiness

Epel would kick some holes in the wall and dare everyone to try to make a bigger hole

Kalim, Esther, and Arie would bring the drinks and what else you need for a party

They all would convince everyone to not have heart attacks and have fun and it hasn't not worked yet

Would most likely end with everyone drunk or blown out and possibly have a makeout session or more once everyone leave

The mess after tho-

[panzershrike-pretz]

TAG GAME <3

“Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.”

Thanks for the tag, @xxluckystrike!

(I have too long of a name, send help)

Pelicans We (by Cosmo Sheldrake)

Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate The Positive (by Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters)

New River (by The Oh Hellos)

Zephyrus (by The Oh Hellos)

Elephant's Dance (by Yer Banished Privateers)

Rock mi (by voXXclub)

Sarcasm (by Get Scared)

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In (by Will Wood)

Rome Wasn't Built In A Day (by Morcheeba)

I've No More Fucks To Give (by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq)

Kill The Lights (by Set It Off)

Europe's Skies (by Alexander Rybak)

Pressure Cracks (by OldMan's Poison)

Round the Cape (by The Longest Johns)

Everyday (by Buddy Holly and The Crickets)

Take Me to War (by The Crane Wives)

Zero to Hero (from the movie Hercules by Disney)

Tagging (no pressure): @luckynumber4 @malarkgirlypop @footprintsinthesxnd @sweetxvanixlla @next-autopsy @georgieluz @1waveshortofashipwreck @land-sh @samwinchesterslostshoe @lost-on-the-highway @whollyjoly @blood-mocha-latte @topsii-turvii @coco-bean-1218 @grumpy-liebgott @mutantmanifesto @blueberry-ovaries @ronsparky (it was fUCKING HARD to remember of 18 people???? Too many)

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : GAME NIGHT

You, alongside your best friend and your boyfriend's friends, were in a tour bus driving into the next city for Jack’s show. There were so little to no activities that you could all do together so you suggested a fun game.

“Ok so pick your cards.” You tell them.

“Give me either number one or two please.” Jess, your best friend says.

“Wait, why is she picking the cards?” Ace Asks.

“I have always used either of those cards, ever since I was a kid. I’m not stopping now.” Jess replies.

“Hmm, you smell that guys?” Urban asks. “It smells like bullshit, this is already rigged.

You roll your eyes “Babe, there’s no cheating, unless you don’t shuffle the cards right, which you’re gonna do.”

“So are we playing for money or just for fun.?”

“Girl, we're putting in money, we’re going all in.” Shloob says, putting a few twenties in the middle of the table.

“So explain the game again please.” Neelam says.

“Ok so once I say the name of the card from the deck, if you have it on your card you put a bean, once you have all of it covered you yell loteria and you win.” I explained.

“Alright let’s do this.” Jack says sitting up on his seat.

“La mano.”

“Oh I got it.” Ace yells.

“See it’s rigged, how do three of them have the hand but not me.”

You chuckle “Babe, it’s not, just relax.”

“El caso.”

“El Valiente.”

“El corazón.”

“La bota.”

You continue like that for a while until you get to one “El Diablito.”

“BINGO.” Urban yells

“LOTERIA.” Jessica yells.

You laugh “Did you just say bingo? You definitely did not win because that’s not even what you say.”

“What do you mean? This is like bingo and I yelled it out way before Jessica with her slow pregnant ass.” Your boyfriend argues.

“This slow pregnant ass will beat you up, I won, so give me my money.” Jessica says, smirking.

“You don’t need the money, you have enough.” Shloob says.

“Oh it’s not for me, it’s for Mia.”

“I still think the game was rigged.”

You look at Jess and she rolls her eyes and hands you the card she was using, you hand it to Urban, “Here then, you use it for the next round.”

“Ok let’s start again, and babe you shuffle the cards this time. I don’t want to hear anything about the game being rigged or something like that.” You tell him and hand him the deck to shuffle.

Before you guys can start the next round, little feet are heard coming from the bunk beds. You all turn to look and see it’s Mia who woke up from her nap.

“Hi my princess.” Jack says as he reaches out for her and places her on his lap.

“Ohh can I play?.” She asks.

“You sure can mama, here this is the last card.” You tell her and hand her the card.

You start the game and go on for about five minutes.

“El camaron.”

“No, don't have that one either.” Urban says, and you all chuckle at his grumpiness.

“Las Jaras.”

“El Árbol.”

Urban groans at that, “Oh come on man.”

“El melón.”

Mia gasps “LOTERIA.”

She jumps off her dad's lap and does a funny victory dance “I win, I win.”

She twirls around “I win more money. It’s like Christmas.”

“HOW? honestly how did she win? Is there like something for The Harlow family in these cards?” Urban says, crossing his arms in his chest.

Mia stops dancing to look at her Godfather and has a sad smile on her face. “Nino Urby?”

“Yeah?”

Mia goes to grab all the money from the table and goes towards Urban. “You can keep my money if you’re sad that you lost.”

“Now see what you did.” Ace says.

“Ohh, it’s okay princess, you won fair and square.”

Mia shrugs, “It’s okay Nino, I win next time again, and my jar is full of money because you all say really naughty words.” She places the money on his lap and goes back to sit with Jack.

��Are you really taking a little kid's money? You loser.” Neelam asks.

Urban shrugs “She insisted.” He starts shuffling the cards. “Let’s start, I want to beat you all and I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

You and Jessica look at each other and shake your heads. “There isn’t anything to get the hang of Urban, you just put a bean if your have the object.”

“Calm down baby.” Jack starts rubbing at Jessica’s shoulder. “He’s just a little slow and doesn’t like loosing.”

Urban throws a bean at him. “Can we start again? I’m feeling lucky now, so prepare to loose.”

“Yay Nino Urby, you got this.”

“If I win I’m sharing my money with you. If you win, you keep your money this time okay?”

Mia nods “Deal.” They fist bump and the game goes for another three rounds which Urban never won.

“I’m out, this game is rigged and you can’t tell me otherwise.” He gets up and leaves with Mia following behind him counting all her money that she won in every round.

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[a-thirst-for-dunmer]

My favorite things about all my Skyrim followers:

KAIDAN

-wicked ass armor and weapon with fucking tigers on it

-realistic cursing in life or death situations

-literally the most realistic male dialogue ever with his corny ass innuendos. ‘This monument, does it remind you of me, love? Just kidding.’

-so goated in battle. Mans can kill a dragon so easy and i don’t need to do anything but look pretty

-ACCENT.

CARYALIND

-his hair is so fluffy. I bet it smells like roses and vanilla bean, what’s your secret bb

-such a sweetheart all the time. No wonder he can’t be Thalmor, he has too much heart for it

-fucking backstory. It’s very Zuko without villain redemption arc, and the fact that he still worries about the LDB thinking worse of him for being Thalmor royalty is just *chef’s kiss*

-ACE REP. I really fucking love how he can dress like a hoe, flirt like a hoe, and look so hot but have no interest in sex. Mmm that’s my jam that’s what I like.

-boob window

-Kaidan interactions! Proving that Altmer can be kind and sweet and not lighting-shooting British assholes

INIGO

-the backstories for everyone are so damn tearjerking but this guy?? Don’t even get me started on this mans scars I will cry

-literally autism. Says everything on his mind. Sir you are me

-blue. And a cat. What else??

-Lucien and him have a bromance that hits so good

-suplexes Nazeem with only his vibes

-sings original songs, where’s his soundcloud

KHASH

-okay first off i was writing a character just like her for the daughter of my LDB and Revyn. Never knew about her but this is Leeta come to life and i crave it

-pottymouth

-Kaidan Big Bro protection dialogue

-so happy when she kills things

-literally exactly what I expected a baby Argonian to sound like. So cute. So grumpy

-her outfit is just on point. If i hadn’t transitioned i would be cottagecore peasant dress woman with cats

LUCIEN

-like Cary, he is just sweet himbo no brain

-kid in a candy shop vibes. He is amazed by the wonders of this world

-the nerdiest mans you know, would probably never shut up about shit with Auryen but i haven’t gotten that far yet

-bottom energy

-AUTISM once again

-also sings!! Can sing ‘Toss a Coin to Your Witcher’ parody!!

AURI

-she is the Moment

-eats people and only meat. Wanna see someone react to ThatVeganTeacher with her as a vtuber model oml

-bullies Lucien (affectionately)

-cool pod

-looks like she could kill you and could actually kill you

-slams ALL haters and unworthy into the ground with her dialogue. Faendal ily but you don’t deserve her

RUMARIN

-a sweetheart himbo

-very Skilled with magic, specifically bound weapons. As someone who uses conjuration as their main line of magic, because dremora and bound bow go brr, I LOVE THAT

-not really good at speaking poorly of anyone tbh

-like lucien, he’s optimistic and fun to be around

-very…earthy. Jank. Grungy. Not what you’d expect from an Altmer, to be living as an adventurer mercenary, and i like that for him

-eats in bed, brain too empty to clean for long periods of time

-polyamorous pansexual King

-says Z like zed, which makes linguistics in Skyrim lore interesting

NEBARRA

-literally me

-sarcasm to the max

-name means ‘foreigner’ or ‘scorned’ or something transgender. anyway, king nihilist shit

-only wants the good wines

-also, the Accent, very good very sass

-Shakespearean insults for days

-also regular insults

-just…insults

-mystery and striking fear into the hearts of all

TALIESIN

-i thought no one could top Revyn in vibes of what Elder Scrolls character i would kin but then ✨he✨ came along

-no idea why Altmer are Brits but with him, i can vibe with it he sounds so good

-giggles evilly in fights

-s a s s

-pansexual!! We are putting queer in the game! (Even tho all vanilla spouses are, in the most Basic sense, bisexuals)

-the spice he can add with Cary as a protector/snarky best friend. I Need their backstory

-afraid of dogs, cat person

-just an absolute bitch to the Dragonborn but like in a way my gay friends are to me

-eyeliner on fleek

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR SKEEVER AND CROC

-silly voice go brrr

[nerdie-faerie]

I have several hours to kill in London after my appointment so of course its raining and I forgot my coat

[butmakeitgayblog]

I cannot wait for your medusa au. Coz thanks to ac odyssey i know now how to pronounce the names correctly lol

Lol welllllll I'll be real with ya it's 99% just Clexa alone together on the island. This is gonna be an entirely self indulgent excuse to write grumpy and churlish Medusa Lexa slowly transforming into the softest gay little snake haired bean you've ever seen for this obnoxious but annoyingly charming beautiful blonde would-be assassin/house crasher. So there's not gonna be a ton of like myth lore involved beyond Medusa Lexa's backstory which I'm twisting anyway. But anyway. I think you'll like it. It's gay and obscenely soft

[slow-burn-sally]

Ok, yeah, so I think I'm autistic, and through studying up on autism traits, I've started looking at the world around me very differently. Which in turn, led me to reevaluate why I like my favorite characters, and so here's a list of my favorite characters that I believe are autistic, and why. This is just my interpretation, and my headcanons, so please don't assume I'm trying to state this as unassailable fact.

ps. I'll totally do an ADHD version of this next.

1 - My precious bean, Thomas Jopson - The Terror AMC

I mean, just look at him. He's so well organized and dedicated to his job. He's riddled with childhood trauma, and this results in him doubling down and trying really really hard to keep history from repeating itself (losing a parental figure or someone deeply important to him to illness and death). He only really makes eye contact comfortably with Crozier, and he's very single minded. Being a steward is his special interest, and he is EXTREMELY INTO IT. He's uncomfortable talking about himself, and once his order and routines are taken away, he pretty much goes off the deep end. My poor bean. Very autistic.

2 - Gilbert Norrell - Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

Probably the most cut and dry example of an autistic character in entertainment media history. He loathes socializing, hates parties, and just wants to be left alone with his books and his magic (his special interests). He's also ace, so he finds most human beings, with their obsession with sex, and their need to gather and talk loudly together, completely incomprehensible. He's always felt like an alien, and a loner, and struggles to make social connections. When he does, he hangs onto them (namely Childermass). My grumpy, socially inept baby. Ily Gilly, and now I know why I identify so strongly with you.

3 - Sherlock Holmes - All Media Types (but for the purposes of this post, I'll focus on BBC Sherlock).

I almost don't have to say anything else. The whole fandom knows this bad boy is neurodivergent. He's got insane sensory issues, will disappear into his special interests (criminology and deduction) until he literally keels over from lack of food and sleep. He's socially inept, blunt, uncomfortable with touch, and doesn't like anyone but Mrs. Hudson, John, and Detective Inspector Gary Lestrade. He's probably a virgin, and could be ace, depending on how you see him, but as I've written a lot of Johnlock smut, I don't see him that way all the time. He's incredibly intelligent, and knows a lot about the world, but with strange gaps in his knowledge that can only be explained by not at all being able to drag his focus away from his special interests to learn things like basic astronomy, or what to say to people at a party.

4 - Tintin - The Adventures Of Tintin

This boy is very autistic to me. I'm not honestly sure why I feel this about Tintin. Based on the 2011 movie, which I'm the most familiar with, he seems both driven, goal oriented, and socially naive. He stumbles into danger by not reading the situation, and he lives alone with his dog. His best friend is a hyperactive-type ADHD alcoholic, and he strikes me as queer and autistic. If you feel the same way, let me know what you think.

5 - Fitzwilliam Darcey - Pride and Prejudice

I saw this hc in a recent youtube video by Yo Samdy Sam, and I cannot unsee it. Look at this autistic boy. He's grumpy, anti-social, and really into reading, but he also cares deeply about his loved ones, and strives to do what's morally right. He is so socially unaware, that he can't understand why Elizabeth would have rejected his proposal, even though he just totally ripped on her whole family. To be fair, Elizabeth's family are an autistic person's nightmare. All the wild cackling and gossiping, and obsession with who's marrying whom. Four sisters in law, two of whom are inordinately obsessed with ribbons and giggling, and only one of which is also autistic (*cough*Mary*cough*)

6. Bunty Windermere - Father Brown

She has zero filter, and often does not understand why the things she says are hurtful or inappropriate. She's obsessed with fashion, and she's got a keen mind. She could sit around in some posh mansion somewhere, but she chooses to spend all her time with an old priest, and a grumpy church lady, solving crimes and putting herself in danger. She likes fast cars, (and can get under the hood to fix them too) handsome men, and really cute handbags, but is also perpetually single. She doesn't fit in in the world of cocktail parties and society events that surround her, because she's just too blunt, and bucks convention by being independent, unmarried, and slutty).

8. I know this is turning out to be a list of grumpy introverts, and I don't want it to seem like that's all there is to autism, but JUST LOOK AT THIS AUTISTIC BOY - Hermann Gottlieb - Pacific Rim

Hermann is pretty classically autistic. Obsessed with math and numbers. Needs order to feel safe. Is very frustrated with other people's messy, inexact opinions. He only really warms up and comes out of his shell when he falls head over heels for his ADHD-as-fuck cannon boyfriend Newton Geiszler.

9. Last but not least (for this list anyway) DI Richard Poole - Death In Paradise.

Another clear cut case. Tons of sensory issues to light, heat and crowds. Everything must be in its own special place. He's rumored to have never had a girlfriend, and can't understand people's obsession with frivolous things like friendly greetings, small talk, or anything that's not crime solving. He falls madly in love with Camille Bordey, and pretty much flubs any chance he has with her, before dying because he's bad at facial recognition. I love you so much Richard. Never change.

Again, just my opinions. This is helping me figure out my own internal world. There are definitely more than one way to read these characters, but to me, they feel autistic.

[autumnalfallingleaves]

One last thing before I dip for the night, related to my last reblog: I saw the tag "all friendships are romantic" today and as an aro-spec asexual person, I'd like to say no they fucking aren't, some are just platonic and that's absolutely alright!! Yes, there exist romantic friendships, and that's cool, but it's also just as cool for friendships to remain strictly platonic!! Not everything has to be romantic and I sorta hate the fixation on romance and sex in modern culture!! More focus on platonic and familial relationships please because those are pretty damn cool, too!!

[dweetwise]

Full House

Purely self-indulgent after-the-Entity fluff about my favorite survs. Ship: Zarina x Ace x Felix x Élodie x Jeff Word count: 1.3k ao3 link

Zarina wakes up with soft snoring on her shoulder and a warm arm slung over her pajamas.

She shuffles against the comforting presence on her left while reaching out to her right. When her hand only finds the vast emptiness of crumpled sheets, Zarina opens her eyes and notices that the bed is noticeably lacking one person.

"Is Felix up already?" Zarina asks.

"At the ass crack of dawn," Ace mumbles against her neck. "No surprise there."

Zarina hums and rolls over onto her side. Hopefully, Felix didn't suffer another bout of insomnia or sneak off to work overtime. 

Out of curiosity, Zarina glances at the clock on Felix's bedside table—only to promptly bolt out of bed.

"Shit, it's already eleven!?" Zarina exclaims.

She flings open the heavy curtains, sharply illuminating the room and revealing a sun high up in the sky. Ace groans from the bed and burrows deeper under the covers.

"Ace!" Zarina accuses, tugging down his blanket. "Why didn't you wake me up? What happened to the alarm?"

Ace's answer is a sleepy and all too self-satisfied grin that tells Zarina more than any of his white lies ever could.

"You got into my phone again?" she asks. "I just changed the password!"

"It's the weekend. No alarms allowed," Ace mumbles, his face half-squished into the pillow. "Now come back to bed."

Zarina ignores Ace making grabby hands at her and wordlessly heads across the hallway and into her own room to get dressed.

The Richter manor is chillier than usual and Zarina realizes fall is creeping in. She makes a mental note to stock up on firewood and opts for woolen socks today, pulling the cuffs over her jeans.

As Zarina makes her way downstairs, she finds the missing Felix on his laptop in the living room.

"Morning," Zarina says.

Felix flinches, like he hadn't even heard her come down. "Good morning," he says.

Smelling coffee and breakfast, Zarina abandons further small talk in favor of walking into the kitchen.

Élodie and Jeff are standing by the stove, her head on his shoulder as she laughs at something Jeff says.

"Morning," Zarina repeats.

Both immediately turn around to greet her.

"Bonjour, ma chérie." Élodie kisses Zarina on the cheek. She smells of freshly ground coffee beans and Zarina gently pushes her way through Élodie to the espresso machine.

"Hey. You took your sweet time getting down here," Jeff says.

"Ace. Alarm," Zarina offers, making herself a cup of coffee.

"Pancakes?" Jeff suggests, tilting his pan to show a berry pancake frying. His hands are flecked with color, whether from the berries or a morning painting session is hard to say.

Zarina nods. "Thanks."

"Coming right up."

"My god," Ace groans as he enters the room. He's dragging his feet and goes straight for the coffee machine. "What's everyone's obsession with waking up early and being productive? I swear, living with four morning people is terrible for my blood pressure."

Élodie chuckles and leans in to kiss Ace's stubbled cheek. "Oh, ma crotte, if we weren't productive in the mornings, you wouldn't have fresh coffee and pancakes when you do get up grumpy and hangry."

"The coffee's definitely nice," Zarina agrees.

Even Ace perks up. "Pancakes?"

"Blueberry pancakes, to be exact," Jeff says. He finishes plating up two servings and holds them out to Zarina. "Can you take the other one to Felix? He hasn't eaten yet."

"Sure," Zarina says.

Zarina hears Ace pester Jeff about more pancakes as she leaves the kitchen, silently thanking her old waitress jobs while balancing two plates, her cup of coffee and utensils.

Felix is still where Zarina left him, frowning at his laptop. Charlie—Jeff’s old rescue dog that's now a family favorite—is dozing peacefully by his feet.

"I seem to recall a certain someone insisting no work before breakfast, complete with angry French cursing," Zarina says.

"Oh," Felix simply says as she sets the plates down, next to his no doubt cold cup of coffee. "Thank you."

Zarina happily digs into her meal. "Thank Jeff."

"I will." Felix turns back to his computer. "And I'm not working. There's a band that Jeff wants to see playing at a restaurant tonight, but I can't find an online reservation page."

"Hmm," Zarina says as she chews. "Maybe call them."

Felix's mouth presses into a line as he starts cutting his own pancakes.

She smiles. "Let me rephrase that: I'll call them, after we've eaten."

Felix deflates in relief. "Thank you."

Hurried footsteps approaching from the kitchen are all the warning Zarina and Felix get before Ace is flinging himself across the couch and into their laps, nearly making Zarina spill her coffee.

She sighs. "Ace."

Ace flops dramatically onto his back and has the gall to look at Zarina with puppy eyes. "Give me attention," he whines.

Felix takes Ace's surprise attack in stride, one of his hands already running through gray hair while the other keeps shoveling pancake into his mouth.

"Attention? Weren't you just smooching Élodie?" Zarina accuses.

"And Jeff," Ace huffs, leaning into Felix's touch. "And all was well in the world, before I got thrown out of my own kitchen—"

"We are not having piña coladas at eleven in the morning," Élodie says, emerging from the kitchen with Jeff in tow.

"Pineapple is a healthy breakfast food!" Ace protests.

"So how about that band tonight?" Jeff says, changing the subject before an Italian-French argument can ensue.

"On it," Zarina says, grabbing one last piece of pancake. "What time?"

"They start playing at eight," Felix says.

"So, seven thirty?" Zarina shoves Ace's feet off her lap and gets up. "We'll have time to order before."

"Yes, that sounds good," Élodie says. "Thank you, chérie."

"What band is it?" Ace asks.

"It's this new folk band from Nürnberg," Jeff explains, self-consciously picking at the stains on his hands. "It's pretty obscure, you probably haven't heard of it."

"It must be good if you like it," Zarina reassures, earning a warm smile from him.

Élodie slides into Zarina's seat and gently nudges Felix. "Remember your earplugs, mein Süßer."

Felix smiles at her. "Bereits verpackt."

Zarina dials the number that Felix helpfully left up on the laptop screen.

"So, dinner in eight hours. Does anyone have plans before that?" Ace prods, stealing Zarina's plate of half-finished food. "Other than enjoy my delightful company, of course."

Jeff huffs in amusement while Élodie rolls her eyes and pinches Ace's leg.

"Ow!"

"Everyone's calendar was empty today," Felix informs.

"Movie?" Jeff suggests.

"Whose turn is it to pick this time?" Élodie asks.

"We could play for it—" Ace starts.

"It's Felix's turn," Zarina shuts down before walking to the kitchen for relative silence.

Throughout the call, she hears bickering from the living room, and upon returning finds the screen paused on a nature documentary. Ace is now in Jeff's lap, sandwiched between Felix and Élodie on the couch, with the artist keeping him firmly in place as Ace desperately tries to reach for the remote.

Seeing as the couch is occupied with four people, Zarina plops onto the floor to join Charlie. Once Felix starts the movie, Élodie’s well-manicured hand immediately finds its way to playing with Zarina’s hair, making her lean back against the couch with a happy sigh.

And even when Charlie wakes up and lunges for the leftover pancakes next to Élodie, to the sounds of Jeff’s scolding and Ace’s laughter and Felix complaining about getting dog drool on his pants, Zarina can only smile.

Because even if she sometimes feels like the only sane person in the house, she’ll never get tired of these lazy days at home with the people she loves the most.

[draftingteacups]

May we see Happiny's whole day please?

Let it be said, that Happiny is a happy baby. She is the happiest bean ever and I'm so happy that she'll soon be in the fic. This is one of the possible days that Happiny can have at NRC!

Happiny wakes up to the room that her Daddy and Uncle Ace share with two other people. She yawns as she gets up from the bed that she sleeps in. Of course, she cleans the bed up and makes sure that it's nice before her Daddy does her special bow that looks like her Mama's. Once they're both ready for the day, they attend the roll call.

Riddle: "Deuce Spade!"

Deuce: "Here, Dorm Head!"

Riddle: "Happiny!"

Happiny: "Hap Hap!" Here!

This has become routine for them ever since Happiny was born in the dorm. Once that's said and done, Uncle Ace, Daddy, and Happiny go over to the special place where a lot of her friends are: Ramshackle. Happiny doesn't know why it's called Ramshackle, but that's the name. In the arms of her Daddy, they knock on the door before entering the dorm.

Happiny seeing her Mama and beaming: "Happiny!" Mama, good morning!

Soni taking Happiny into her arms and hugging her to the baby's delight: "Good morning, Happiny. You look very happy today."

Happiny just enjoys the cuddles as they all gather for a quick breakfast. Happiny typically eats Berries from the farm as well as some Moomoo Milk so she gets stronger when she grows up. Uncle Ace and Daddy talk to Mama about things, but Grimmy is staring at her food like always.

Grimmy is her weird cat friend who's not a cat. He also calls her "little henchman", which Happiny doesn't really know what that means, but she thinks it's another word for a friend! He sometimes wipes her Berries whenever he thinks her Mama isn't looking, but then Mama says something about reducing the number of tuna cans in the budget and suddenly Grimmy just cries about how unfair Mama is.

During Potions classes, Happiny is always curious about the cool bubbling stuff in the bottles, letting out little gasps whenever they sparkle and glitter in the air. The man with the fluffy coat makes sure that she's covered up with the swishy coat and goggles, although they don't fit her perfectly.

Daddy and Uncle Ace are a pair for this particular Potion and what happens is this:

Deuce: "Oi, make sure to not over stir it!"

Ace: "Tch, idiot, we're supposed to mix it with the Bell Roots like this!"

BOOM!

Happiny: "Happiny!" Yay for big boom!

During History lessons, Happiny takes her nap on her Daddy's lap and wakes up to the sound of the school bell. She doesn't know what that other Grimmy cat is doing, but it likes to stare at her. Happiny waves goodbye to the nice-looking grandpa and they go to P.E.

The coach lets her run with the students, although many times they often slow down for some reason or part to let her through. Happiny doesn't really know why. She's extremely happy in these classes because she gets to run with her Daddy, unlike the club meetings where she's often told not to join him. Not only that, but Mama is also there with games for her to play like the sparkly disk that the grumpy lion person gave her that one time!

On the side, the students quietly agree to let the little bun have their fun and not run beside her as they might fall over her and possibly injure her, which will result in literal chaos and someone getting punched. Those who see Happiny running around with the Magishift disk shiver in fear or the more reckless ones challenge her to throw it at them.

When lunch comes around, Happiny gets food from her Mama and Daddy, usually a mix of the Pokemon food, Berries, and more Moomoo Milk. Sometimes her Daddy sneaks her a sweet to eat and even though Mama tells him not to spoil her, Mama gives her a special Pokepuff if she behaves for the day. Pokepuffs are special things that she really, really likes and Mama doesn't make a whole bunch because she's usually busy.

"Krill-chan!" Suddenly the world goes upside down and Happiny squees as she's flung into the air.

She knows this voice! "Happiny!" Uncle Floyd!

"Shrimpy, look at how happy she is! She really likes this sort of thing!"

"Floyd please, for the love of Arceus, don't fling her to the ceiling. Deuce, help Happiny already-"

Happiny doesn't understand why her Daddy and Mama always look worried about Uncle Floyd. He's very fun and he's super nice to her! He also gives the best hugs.

When Happiny told her Mama about the mean people who picked on her, Uncle Floyd was the one to help Happiny, although he did tell her to close her eyes for some reason. When he told her to look again, the meanies were nowhere to be found. That day she got to play with Sobble with his stuffed plushies and even eat some snacks from the food place that Sobble lives in!

After lunch, Happiny often sticks with her Daddy for his club meetings, and here comes the most boring part of the day. He's too busy to play with her, Uncle Ace couldn't take her with him because he was also dealing with his stuff, and Mama was doing her work for that weird bird person.

When this happens, Happiny explores the school!

Sometimes she goes to other dorms, in the Heartslabyul Gardens, even the Magishift Fields where she can play with the players and the cool sparkly disk! She really likes going to Ramshackle, although it's very far from everything else. It's really comfy there and the Pokemon that live there are super nice to her! The other Pokemon in the dorms are nice too, but in Ramshackle, Happiny can really play with the other Pokemon and her Mama will always come home at the end of the day.

Sometimes the nice person with horns stops by Mama's and they enjoy playing together by the pond where the funny White Bird Pokemon lives. The sleepy person usually cuddles up with Big Sis Nimbus and the green person who reads her stories often screams at the White Bird Pokemon. When Mr. Lilia comes around, Happiny is often sung a lullaby and she falls asleep with no further fuss.

When she wakes up again from her nap, Happiny is greeted by the sight of Uncle Ace holding her. Uncle Ace is someone who took care of her almost as much as her Daddy and Mama, but he's too shy to admit that he cares. Happiny doesn't know why. Mama says it's okay to be happy, to show concern, and to be caring!

Even so, Happiny and Uncle Ace watch as Grimmy lights up the fireplace while her favorite people all gather around the fireplace. Homework is done as they all work together as well as worksheets that her Mama gives to Daddy and Uncle Ace, much to their dismay. Happiny didn't know why. They were like the fun drawing books her Mama gave her!

Deuce lifts his pen off the page: "Hmm? Ah... I forgot about the whiskers."

Happiny: "Hap?" It looks like a cat?

Ace: "Teacher's pet, why are you giving us more homework? Didn't you mention something about this sort of thing not being useful on the fly?"

Soni: "It's better to identify the distinct features of some Pokemon as to get some idea of their typing if you run into them. Even better is if you remember what kind of Pokemon they are."

Happiny likes to play with the coloring books that she gets from her Mama, just having fun with them until dinner. That's where all her favorite people gather for dinner or Daddy brings her home to Heartslabyul for dinner there. Whenever Happiny gest reminded that she isn't staying with her Mama for the night, Happiny gets sad and just looks at her Daddy with teary eyes. Happiny just feels sad to leave her Mama in Ramshackle. Why couldn't Mama just stay with her Daddy?

Mama always has a funny look on her face whenever Happiny brings it up and Uncle Ace always laughs at Daddy for some reason. After getting kisses and cuddles from her Mama, Happiny has to say goodbye. From that point on, her Daddy and Uncle Ace bathe her, help her with the rocks that she collected in the day, and they finally go to sleep. Happiny's favorite blankie is one that her Mama made with the man with the fluffy coat. It's super warm and cozy. It's with this item that Happiny can go to sleep in peace and dreams of happy things for happy memories.

Deuce tucks Happiny into her bed and kisses her on the forehead, "Good night, Happiny."

"Hap Hap!" Good night, Daddy! Happiny moves over to kiss her Daddy on the cheek and cuddles under the blanket again.

From that point on, Happiny goes to a dreamland where all her loved ones are with her and happy.

Meanwhile Ace is just staring at Deuce who's so overwhelmed by Happiny's cuteness for the fifth time this week.

Ace: "Are you serious? Haven't you gotten used to that by now?"

Deuce: "It's still really cute!"

Just another day in Night Raven College with Happiny.

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Do Kaashi

Akaashi Keiji, you say? My favorite Haikyuu!! setter? Why YES, @roseheartwhitefox, it will be my absolute pleasure to do the Character Ask for him!

Favorite thing about them

Besides how freaking beautiful he is? (He's, like, stupid pretty.) I love how he's low-key super-skilled as a setter, but we almost never hear about how good he is (although Ukai and Takeda both note his prowess as a setter during the training camp arc). Because Akaashi Keiji's specialty is truly making the people around him better, especially his boyfriend ace, Bokuto Kōtarō. He knows Bokuto better than anyone, and always knows exactly how to help him. When Yukie suggests they tell Bokuto there's a cute girl in the stands, Akaashi's like NAH, that's not gonna work this time...when Bokuto's in emo mode at nationals, Akaashi spins their location expertly to show Bokuto they ARE center stage, and then points him to Hinata and says, "Your student is here" 😭 and it's exactly the right thing to do. He's thoughtful, methodical, analytical, and yet you get the feeling that everything he does, he does because he cares deeply for his team, and for Bokuto--even if Bokuto is a constant source of stress and anxiety for him 🤣

Least favorite thing about them

Ummm...I don't know! I literally love everything about him. So I will say that we don't get enough time with Akaashi beyond the court. Some of my favorite scenes are with him and Bokuto at school, and the scene during nationals at the hotel...places where we get to see them, outside of volleyball, and see their dynamic in those settings. I want to know everything about them, and I hate that we don't get to see more.

Favorite line

"The more I think about this, the greedier I get, and things go wrong. I just need to be methodical. Yes, methodical."

In which Akaashi fights his feelings about how amazing Bokuto is playing, and tries to focus on the bigger picture (and, yeah, he's failing).

brOTP

I want more Akaashi and Kenma, because I think they spend a lot of time texting about how much Bokuto and Kuroo drive them crazy. I love fics where we see the four of them together, and Bokuto and Kuroo watch bad movies and eat too much and drink too much and get into all kinds of trouble, and Akaashi and Kenma retreat to one or the other's bedroom and play video games and fall asleep. It's adorable, and I so love them as BFFs.

OTP

My favorite romantic trope is the sunshine person and their grumpy/ambivalent/RBF significant other, and my goodness, do Bokuto and Akaashi fit this one perfectly ❤️ No one else challenges Akaashi this much; the two of them truly bring out the best in each other. Akaashi grounds Bokuto, and Bokuto brings out Akaashi's playful side, and lets him have fun and see that volleyball, yes, is analytical, but also is a chance for them to just enjoy playing together. Akaashi takes care of Bokuto, understands his temperament, and knows exactly when and how to bring him back. Plus, when Akaashi is setting to his teammates in the training camp arc, you can SEE how distressed Bokuto is--he wants Akaashi to set for him, to high five him, to compliment him. But Akaashi also doesn't just dish out the love; he gives it as Bokuto deserves it, and that's good for Boku, too, because he knows that when Akaashi compliments him, he's truly earned it.

And when Akaashi gets to play with Bokuto, you can see the joy on his face. He truly loves to set for his ace, and you can just see how this relationship functions, on and off the court, and it's magical.

(Also this gif is them in a nutshell and it makes me so happy. Bokuto wants to please him so badly, and when he gets the compliment he seeks, he's thrilled. "AKAASHI DID YOU SEE? WAS IT AMAZING?" He wants that compliment so badly he's such a bean 😅)

nOTP

This one is tough, because it means someone I can't see Akaashi paired with. I am really on board the BokuAka train, although I have read some BokuKuroAka fics, and I do like Kuroo and Akaashi's dynamic. I can get behind it, if written in a particular way (they're both sly, and snarky, and Kuroo's an extrovert, and I think he delights in Akaashi's quiet, well-placed jabs). I think the one that I haven't been convinced of yet is Tsukishima and Akaashi. To me, they are both characters who need sunshine people in their lives, and I want them both to be just smothered in love and affection (Tsukki because he would hate it on the surface, and complain even though he secretly loved it, and Akaashi because he needs it and soaks it up).

Random headcanon

Ahhh, I have so many! Let's see...how about this one (I think you know it)?

Bokuto has been trying to get Akaashi go to to karaoke with him, Kuroo, and Kenma for ages. Akaashi finally agrees to go, and when he does, he refuses to sing. When Bokuto convinces him, Akaashi picks a song, and when he sings, his voice is deep, smooth, and amazing. Kuroo can't stop laughing. Kenma plays his video game and ignores the whole mess, even though he's smiling slightly to himself.

Bokuto…does not know what to do 😂 and has a little meltdown because this is a side to Akaashi he did not know existed and he doesn't know how to handle it.

Unpopular opinion

Maybe not unpopular, but I really wish that we had a chance for Kageyama and Akaashi to work together. We know Kageyama is jealous of Tsukki for having that chance, and I think it would have been really cool to see Kageyama learn from someone as methodical as Akaashi. He's called Oikawa's protege so many times, but I see him as a really different kind of setter; he would benefit from Akaashi's rational thought processes and I feel like he could learn a lot. And, maybe he would teach Akaashi that Akaashi could be a little bit more daring with Bokuto in his sets, too...

Song I associate with them

I immediately think of Akaashi when I think of some nice, bluesy guitar, so I'm going with Kenny Wayne Shepherd's "Blue on Black"

Favorite picture of them

Okay, you know which one I'm going to pick 😅 I can't help it! Akaashi thinking about his options if he sets to Bokuto, and what Bokuto he's gonna have to deal with, based on how Boku spikes the ball, is absolutely classic and my favorite moment, hands down, in both the manga and the anime (and the anime did a fantastic job with this moment).

Rose, thank you so much for giving me the chance to wax poetic about Akaashi! This was a LOT of fun...but you know I could talk about him all day long. I appreciate it! 🥰