#also sorry for the quality i was fighting for my life making this rip

[meguwumibear]

TAG GAME: selfship character sheet

rules: fill out this meet my otp sheet for you and the fictional love of your life and then tag 5 friends!

i was tagged by @aimfor-theheart and am leaving open tags for anyone who wants to play because im not sure who has hasn't been tagged and selfishly want to see everyone's self ships !!

[justasecretflower]

Shark bait men as boyfriends 🦈🤍

Part one / part two

A/N- I feel like nobody will know shark bait on here but I really wanted to post anyway..

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Rhin

- oh he’s sweet.

- super kind and caring, he’s very domestic. He likes to be soft with you, he likes you wearing his clothes (canon), he likes you being all sweet with him, even if it’s cheesy.

- he gets jealous even if he doesn’t seem like he’s the type to. Which usually ends up with him leaving scattered love bites in a fit of rage then getting embarrassed about it and telling you to cover them.

- he’s super smart. Loves to give you tons of fun facts.

- sometimes wants to just live a normal life with you, away from war with the orcas, away from the kingdom, just to be free of stress with a ring on your finger, a cute house with a nice garden and all of the alone time in the world.

- he’s a nice in between of GW and Lee. He’s sweet like Lee, but a bit tough like GW, but not too tough where he’s a total overly confident, tough boy-douche most of the time.

- btw he’s total dad material..just throwing that out.

GW

- he acts like he doesn’t enjoy your physical affection (he’s LYING!!!)

- his face is fully flush while he’s calling it ‘stupid’ as well!

- he secretly enjoys alll the affection you give him

- now, as for him, his love language is probably acts of service.

- he fights over you, shows you he loves you by being productive and helping with stuff you could’ve easily done and saying “human, I can just do it better.”

- everyone can see he’s soft with you, even if he denies it.

- its like the ‘bad boy with a soft spot’ trope.

- late at night you two cuddle, he’s very cold, but he has a firm grip on you, so it’s futile to try and get away from him.

- he doesn’t leave ‘love bites’ he leaves full on nasty bite marks. All purple or red with the outline of his sharp teeth,

- he protects u no matter what.

Tiggy

- oh no.

- rip you

- he’s gonna have you in bed all day.

- this man is freaky deaky…

- but, he’s also best friend material.

- he’s your best friend and boyfriend.

- super funny, will definitely be the type to have you wheezing at 3am and trying to be quiet so the others don’t hear the bursts of chaotic laughter,

- gives you some of his bracelets! So you can match!

- on the contrary to GW, he loves physical affection and showing it off, will be on your lap, you on his lap, borderline making out with you in front of the others, slaps on the butt accompanied by a snicker and a small “sorry..”

- quality time is his love language! He just adores hanging out with you. Face masks and a movie or running around the palace annoying people he just likes being near you.

- you guys share clothes. He takes your oversized hoodies, you take his. It’s mutual.

- he nuzzles you a ton.

- like, cuteness aggression.

- overall, good boyfriend, can’t keep his hands to himself though..

Lee

- I don’t really like Lee, personally.

- he’s too forgiving. He forgave and defended the doctor that tied mc up and forced them to drink that the potion of lust…

- that’s just me..anyway to the headcanons now.

- he’s wholesome, picnic dates and putting flowers in each others hair, dancing in his room and making little forts.

- anytime anywhere he’ll sneak a little kiss, if it’s in public, albeit a little flushed but he’ll still sneak a small kiss on the cheek or finger tip.

- he’s really interested in games of all types, and learning. So he likes learning about random facts with you, and playing new games he got or made up.

- super energetic, he’s like a ball of energy that transfers over to you.

- he gets flustered easily.

- he hates fighting. Even if you were like “the sky is pink” and he’ll be like “yeah!”

- ‘me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut up and I do.’

Akhelios

- he’s very confident.

- he expects you to praise him 24/7. Ah yes mortal, more praise, more affection.

- in turn he will shower you with jewels, clothes, rooms in the castle.

- he never quite loved someone like you, be patient.

- yes, he does have kids and such. But he’s never actually cared for someone that wasn’t him. It’s a foreign feeling

- he loves you oh so much though

- he just has a weird way of showing it.

- he likes cuddles. He’ll cuddle you in front of whoever.

Stryker

- he’s extremely misunderstood.

- he misses his late wife more than anything. So when you come around looking like her he’s tripping.

- he’ll start out gently trying to push you to be like them. Her pjs, what instrument she played, her favourite foods.

- you naturally pulled away, and he feels this.

- he has a lot of self-reevaluating to do, and learns that he needs to love you for you, not for the soul of his late wife.

- he learns about you, what you like to do, what you like to eat, what you find interesting.

- it’s refreshing.

- falling in love again after losing his wife is scary. But nonetheless he spoils you. He gifts you insane gifts, he gives you massages, kisses, praise.

- he just might be the best boyfriend / husband on this list ngl.

- I know many people don’t really like Stryker because of him seeing mc for his late wife but give him a break..it’s a lot to process and he was sick in love.

- now, he’s fully in love with you, who you are.

- it’s sweet:(.

Tags

[anti-tenten]

TW for fictional nazis I guess???

Low quality scan of Rip is the only one I could find

Explanations under cut

Why two of them specifically:

Looks like a roach or a mosquito (therefore an insect (obviously))

Real treasure if you're into annoying stupid cocky bitches

Blue hair + ahoge

Nazi (adjacent)

German (adjacent)

Skinny bitch (gets called a man way too often)

Ranged weapon

Artificially buffed by a bloodthirsty boss

horny??? (not sure about Rip but there's something sus about her. Giselle is out of question here, cmon)

Fights a protagonist who is also a major cunt

Probably fun to draw but if you say you like them you will get a major side eye

And their dead set fans ARE really weird...

Rip Van anti/propaganda:

Pros:

Cultured

Can sing

Hirano put his entire ass into her design and it's noticeable

Satisfying death

Here to make Alucard look scary and she succeeds

Very androgynous which is uncommon in (semi-) mainstream anime (although seinen surprisingly has more diverse female designs overall in my experience)

We need more freckled characters ngl

65% legs which is funny

Cons:

Very much a real nazi. Like that's her fucking job description. Not some imaginary evil empire inc. A nazi that killed people during ww2 within hellsing universe

The singing gets annoying as fuck

Ugly ass outfit, sorry

Way too loyal to her shitty boss who's even more annoying and even more of a nazi. Sacrificing your life for white supremacy is fucking embarrassing

Giselle anti/propaganda

Colour scheme works well with the rest of her group

Part of a unique to bleach mean girl group dynamic

Interesting powers, especially the Vollständig design and the maho shojo transformation

Indestructible eyeliner

Indestructible herself, only killed at the last moment by a literal son of god (her boss)

Sometimes has funny moments that have nothing to do with harrassment or abuse of anybody (the keyword is sometimes)

Possibly bisexual???

Silly hat, comfortable outfit, the boots are very nice

Helps protagonists to kill her boss later

Regeneration abilities that work on herself and others

Cons:

Necrophile

Traitor. Both to her boss (based as fuck) and to her friends (gross)

Turned her friend into a zombie slave, sexually and physically abused her

Sexually harrassed protagonists

The childish behaviour mixed with very explicit sexual remarks are straight up revolting. Okay Belle Delphine

Smells bad according to one of said protagonists (possibly, maybe it was just to be mean and not true at all)

Loses most of her powers after getting debuffed.

No satisfying defeat. Fought by a creep who is just as bad as her and implied to be killed by her ugly ass boss

Only exists to make trans women look creepy and gross

[purble-gaymer]

Why was meta knight eating the waddle dees in the flesh and bone au? I'm assuming sword and blade was because they had found out. Is he still murdering and eating people or has he stopped?

Sorry this au is very interesting to me

no need to apologize! i will take any excuse to talk about this au.

why does meta knight kill? there are a few reasons for this. one is how he was raised: within this au, he stays with nightmare far longer than he does in my main timeline. because of this, he’s raised as part of nme’s army, as a monster. he has to fight to survive and to avoid punishment for not being “good enough.” he is nightmare’s prized possession, after all, so he can’t go disappointing him.

another reason that’s technically a bit of a spoiler (but i’ll tell you anyway) is there’s a spell branded into him to make him more aggressive. this is something nightmare did as he got older and began fighting with the other monsters. astrals by nature are peacekeepers and protectors, and of course nightmare doesn’t want that. this brand is present all throughout his life, and though he learns to manage it better with the gsa, it tends to come out in combat.

finally, there’s his biology. after nightmare plucked him out of space, he was given the opportunity to play with his genetics a bit. he did what he could to remove the astral’s natural peaceful tendencies and replaced them with what he considered to be more fitting. unfortunately for meta knight, one of these tweaks made him more carnivorous than astrals tend to be. it wasn’t a perfect adjustment, however, and it created more of a dependency than just a craving. his mental state will start to deteriorate if he goes too long without the necessary nutrients, making him even more aggressive and beast-like than he already was.

now back to the present—the trip on the halberd to nme’s headquarters was long, boring, and not exactly filled with the best quality food. though this is also something he’s learned to manage better, meta knight still found himself teetering on the edge of a breakdown when he got back to dreamland. usually he’d fly to whispy woods and take out a few squirrels to deal with it, but his usual diet of forest critters wasn’t working this time. without anywhere else to turn, he acted on instinct—those waddle dees are probably filled with delicious, fatty meat, right? and they can hardly even defend themselves. there’s so many, no one will even notice.

after leaving dreamland, he ends up on another continent on popstar and claims an abandoned house in a little seaside town. he hunts and sells his catches at the local market for a living, though he also spends plenty of time in the woods taking out deer and wolves purely for the relief of ripping them apart with his teeth.

he doesn’t kill anyone else—no need to worry. he won’t be making that mistake again.

[clingyduoapologist]

hello!! I was redirected here by bronzetomatoes after inquiring about kylo ren hate (I think the hitting him with a car post is so funny and also i know so little about star wars. it adds to the comedy tbh) and i was told if i want the funny/thorough answer that you’re the place to go. so if you’d like to, go absolutely off the walls about it :)

My friend have you come to the right place.

SO BASICALLY Star Wars is a story about how 3 good movies collectively altered the course of human history by making just like, stupid amounts of money right?

So obviously, Disney was like “I need to get in on that” and bought Star Wars and then started working on their own trilogy. If you’re a Star Wars fan, this is pretty cool! New planets, new character, new lore! It was pretty awesome. The trailer for the first movie in this new trilogy came out and everyone loved it! So much interesting things!!! A female protagonist?!?!? Wow this is so awesome!!!

The problem was the movie isn’t very good.

Don’t get me wrong the force awakens is fine, definitely the best movie in the trilogy, the problem is that it wasn’t good enough, not for most audiences, and especially not for Disney. So they fired JJ Abrams, who directed the force awakens, and hired Ryan Johnson to direct the second movie: the last Jedi.

I fucking hate the last Jedi.

And so did like half the world, and what followed the release of the film was probably the worst fucking time in the history of life on earth to be a Star Wars fan, as basically the entire fanbase devolved into a civil war between last jedi haters and last jedi defenders.

But amongst all the fighting, another group was beginning to form, one that had began in the shadows of the Force Awakens, but was now bolstered by the release of the last Jedi, a shadowy and secretive threat that was about to rear it’s ugly head:

Reylo.

Now, Reylo, as a ship is like, fine? It’s literally just the most barebones enemies to lovers ship you can imagine.

But Reylo as a fanbase? That’s where things start to get interesting. Because what Reylo lacked in character and writing, it made up for in hot fucking actors (I mean it’s fucking Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver what did you expect). this in turn led to a vicious cycle where Reylo fans were extremely uh… motivated… and also had basically blank canvases to build off of. This lead to the Reylo fandom becoming almost a separate entity to the Star Wars fandom, which only further boosted their forces.

But what made Reylo infamous was the scale. These guys were loud, and were prepared to rip anyone to shreds for even the smallest injustices. It was a dog eat dog world, and one that maintained itself through a constant state of war.

But setting Reylo fans aside for a second, you may be wondering “Okay but what does any of that have to do with Kylo Ren?” Which, sure fair question. But to answer that, we have to look at Reylo not as a ship, but as characters.

Now, Rey, as far as protagonists go, is… fine? She’s definitely screwed majorly by being in a completely unplanned trilogy of movies that wasn’t interest in making her a compelling and likable character, but like even then I’d be lying if I said that she wasn’t at the very least interesting. And again like I’ll take any excuse to see Daisy Ridl- sorry what, anyways point is Rey Palpatine skywalker kenobi whatever is a perfectly mediocre protagonist and thus, while sexist assholes may try to convince you that she burned the world’s crops and poisoned the town water supply, truth be told I and many others fans became at worst indifferent, and best charmed by her.

But Kylo Ren? Kylo Motherfucking Ren? Ben SWOLO himself?

This man makes me violent.

And it’s not because he’s more well written then Rey, or even because his writing is particularly worse, as far as I’m concerned they’re both hand in unlovable in in terms of writing quality.

The problem with Kylo is that he could of been so much better, so easily, and yet people still fawned over him.

Like, this guy is Darth Vader’s Fucking Grandson, Luke Skywalker’s Nephew, Son of Han Solo and Leia Skywalker, 1 hot actor removed from self insert character, and yet these writers fucking struggle, each and every time, to figure out what to do with him. Like they are fucking racking their brains trying to make a guy with one of the sickest lightsaber designs ever and a badass outfit all being acted by ADAM FUCKING DRIVER “interesting.”

And PEOPLE FUCKING FELL FOR IT. Like if you go into almost any even slightly sad tag in ao3 I guarantee there will be at least one kylo fic. Like I can not stress to you enough how many people fucking lost their MINDS!!!

FOR HIM

And remember, this is all ON TOP of the fawning that Reylo stans had already been doing. Which only made things worse, if you can even believe that.

And so ever since Rise of Skywalker managed to drag the sequel trilogy’s tired, burning, mangled corpse over the finish line, and all the buzz over it died down, and every YouTube video essayist/movie analyzer saw dollar signs in their eyes, we’re left here, with Adam Driver’s tits swaying in the wind. And for what? The most stock Sad Boy Villaintm of all time and his British gf? A marginally cool lightsaber design? Maybe like, 1 cool fight scene at the end of the first movie?

Like… I’m just left to stare… Stare at this man’s hot topic shopper ass hair cut and Zuko wannabe facial scar, left with nothing better to do than seethe, quietly and angrily, at a character who could have been so much, who could have done so much, but yet was doomed to only ever be himself.

In the end, I suppose I am like Sisyphus, rolling my anger up a hill, knowing that it’ll only roll back down again anyway, and yet not an ounce less motivated to continue my toil. Because Kylo Ren is my enemy, my one true opposite in this great narrative we call reality.

And at least, on some nights, I can rest easy knowing that he fucking died at the end.

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong's birthday 🎂 part 2~~

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Pine Pavillion📍

Jinling, Song'er and friends had just finished eating their bellies full.

Jingyi: c...can someone die from a food coma? If I die, I want Jinling ti read my eulogy.

Jingyi: no way! Behave!

Sizhui: I'm not sure that's possible, Jingyi.

Rusong: heehee, don't be so dramatic. *burps softly*

Jinling: he's always overreacting.

Jingyi: I think I'm under reacting.

Jinling: is under reacting even a word.

Jingyi: yea! Under and reacting are two words. So two words will make one word. That's reproduction, Jinling.

Rusong: oh my.

Jinling: Song'er Goodluck with him. If Xiao shushu adopts him.

Rusong: I will have a ball.

Jingyi: and I'll have mantous. Maybe a little wine!

Ouyang Zizhen: *plunging jnto the pool* Rusong! You're living the life. You got an indoor pool.

Rusong: yup. And a personal hot spring.

Jingyi: *sobs* I want to be a prince so badddd.

Ouyang Zizhen: same! All I have to deal with is a cranky dad. He's obsessed with me becoming sect leader.

Rusong: do you want to?

Ouyang Zizhen: yea of course!! But A-Die is just cranking my style. I want to be free!!

Jingyi: Master Qiren is worst than your cranky dad. Rusong, I don't need a sugar daddy. I need a sugar emperor.

Sizhui: oh my goodness.

Jinling: stop being gross. And do you know what that mean.

Ouyang Zizhen: a sugar~~

Jinling: don't tell him.

Jinling: I'm also a Dianxia but I want to be a sect leader like Jiujiu!

Jingyi: all hail sect leader princess.

Jinling: *rolls eyes*

Sizhui: you'll be a cute sect leader Jin.

Rusong: definitely.

Ouyang Zizhen: I know that Rusong is going to rule the world, Jianghu and The fox spiri empire. With those dimples, looks, sharp tongue and intellect. He'll have the Jianghu crawling.

Do you see how powerful his A-Die is!

Jingyi: the guy (Yao Huangdi) almost fried guangshan with hot guqin strings.

Rusong: it was a little sizzle. Not much.

What's your future, Sizhui?

Sizhui: well I'm hoping to find the Wen remnants with uncle Ning. Maybe I can start a reformed Wen sect. But in the Lan clan, I don't know if I may be the sect leader some day. Well, if it's in my fate, I accept.

Rusong: aww lovely!

Ouyang Zizhen: Lan Qiren is basically immortal now lol! He's not giving up for anyone.

Jingyi: woww. Sizhui you're gonna bring back the WENS?!! You're revolutionary!

Sizhui: mhm. But they're going to be good. Also they'll be more like auntie Qing.

Helping, cultivating and treating people.

Wei qianbe said that auntie Qing was a doctor, so she refused to fight with the Wens.

Jingyi: girlboss.

Ouyang Zizhen: I agree.

Jinling: I wish you the best.

Sizhui: thanks.

Jingyi: you, Jinling and Rusong have some powerful uncles.

Ouyang Zizhen: I know right.

Rusong: heehee, it's indeed a random blessing.

Jinling: yea. Got to love those random uncles.

Sizhui: if someone lay a finger on me, my ghost general uncle can rip them to shreds. Just saying.

Jingyi: *astonished* bro.

Jingyi: when Rusong become Huangdi, you become sect leader Wen/Lan, you become sect leader Ouyang and sect leader Jin, I'm gonna drink and party so much for you guys!

Here I'm planning to be Hanguang Jun 2.0. I want to reach the perfection that IS Hanguang Jun.

Rusong: good luck. *smile* I'm sure you'll meet the perfection of your idol.

I still have a grudge though.

Jingyi: whyyy?!! Sorry I forgot. When I think about food, I forget everything else.

Rusong: he attacked my A-Die and insulted my uncle Su.

A-Die and I had to remind him everyday that he's valued.

Sizhui: awww.

Jingyi: I hear you man. Anyways I can't argue with you. Cuz you're hot. I mean because you're my bro!

Ouyang Zizhen: *wiping his wet hair* yea Rusong is kinda hot. *coughs*

Rusong: exactly. And you would lose an argument with me.

Jingyi: I admit.

It's the dimples.

Ouyang Zizhen: always. And that way of speech.

Rusong: I didn't ask A-Die to give me those qualities ok!

Ouyang Zizhen: other than dimples, you're still good-looking.

Jinling: Rusong is a chick magnet.

Rusong: not true.

Jingyi: no wonder ouyang zizhen is  single. Rusong keeps taking away the ladies.

Ouyang Zizhen: Dianxia!! That isn't cool.

Rusong: Zizhen, you'll find a girl who likes you, don't worry.

Do you want me to link you with some fox spirits?

Ouyang zizhen: yes yes yes! I do!!!

Rusong: rich? Educated? Uneducated? Performer? Teacher? Who do you want.

Ouyang Zizhen: any one. Once she's pretty and around my age.

Rusong: ok then. I'll sunmon two.

Ouyang Zizhen: you can summon hulijings???!!

Rusong: uh...duh.

Jinling: of course he can, idiot. only imperial hulijings can summon them.

Rusong: but you got to do something for me in return.

Ouyang zizhen: what's that?!!

Rusong: in the future, you and your sect got to assist the Huyao empire.

Ouyang Zizhen: of course. And we're already besties.

Rusong: glad doing business with you.

Jingyi: Rusong knows politics, lol.

Jinling: he's Xiao shushu's son after all.

Xiao shushu has all the sect leaders in a chokehold.

Rusong: and one thing. *gives him a talisman pendant* keep this with you.

So that your energy won't be sucked out.

Ouyang Zizhen: thanks!

You're so cool, Rusong.

Rusong: also they won't misbehave with you because it got the Dianxia ceal

Jingyi: wow

Sizhui: aww, Wangzi privileges.

Ouyang Zizhen: this guy is top tier.

Do your A-Die have that?!

Rusong: yea yea. He does.

His ceal is the highest there is.

Jinling: obviously Zizhen!

Afterwards, two fox spirits appeared and bowed to Rusong.

Greetings Dianxia.

Rusong: rise please. Huifen, Li mei.

Yes Dianxia.

Li mei: happy birthday, Dianxia.

Huifen: sorry, we haven't brought any gifts for you.

Ouyang Zizhen: *sobs* they're flirting with Rusong.

Jinling: no they're not!

Jingyi: you're screwed, dude.

Rusong: thank you for the wishes. And it's ok if you didn't bring gifts.

My friend Ouyang Zizhen, the soon to be sect leader wants to have a few friends, hence I called you guys here.

Huifen: sure. As you wish.

We'll keep him company.

Li mei: he's really really cute after all.

Ouyang Zizhen: *blushing*

Li mei: but not as cute as our Dianxia.

Rusong: *laughing* you guys.

Jingyi: lol.

Sizhui: go talk to them, Zizhen.

Ouyang Zizhen: but they're too pretty.

Sizhui: you got this. And they said you're cute.

Rusong: *sits and pours himself some wine* ahh, what an amazing birthday.

Ouyang Zizhen: so! *wraps his arms around the two hulijings* where are you guys from?!

Huifen: Nanjing.

Li mei: Luoyang. But my family lives in Yunping.

Ouyang: ohh. Have you guys been to Bailing? That's where I'm from. *wink*

Both: no. *giggling*

Ouyang zizhen: so are you guys rich? Not that it matters.

Li mei: my dad is the minister of revenue.

Huifen: I'm a dancer.

Ouyang zizhen: aww!! So you're the talented one, Fenfen.

Li mei: hey, don't say that. I'm talented too. Not only my cousin.

Ouyang zizhen: wow you guys are cousins?

What do you do, mei?

Li mei: I can do embroidery. And I own an embroidery shop.

Ouyang zizhen: beautiful.

I'm going to be sect leader soon!

Li mei: ahh, that's great. Do you want some fox spirit help?

We're very benevolent.

Huifen: we become servants, and help your business prosper.

But then if you misuse your power, then that's when the chaos begins.

Li mei: we love scholars, merchants and powerful people. But we love to tease the rotten ones.

Ouyang zizhen: that's kinda hot of you two.

Both: *blushing*

Ouyang zizhen: nah, I don't want you guys as fox spirit servants. I want you as my girlfriends. My Ouyang Furen.

Huifen: omg! Ouyang Gongzi. Stop it.

Li mei: heeehee. We'll be anything you want.

Jingyi: he got them.

Jinling: huh, surprising. I hope they don't break up with them.

Jingyi: or the other way around.

Rusong: but they're really cute together.

I ship them.

Jinling: are they pretending just because it's your order?

Rusong: nah. If they didn't like him, they would have just told me and I would give them permission to go back home.

Jingyi: *Eating again* man I'm hungry again.

Huifen and Li mei: *hugging ouyang zizhen*

Ouyang zizhen: *awestruck* you two smell nice.

Li mei: thank you!!

Huifen: I feel like I can feast on your energy but you got the Dianxia ceal on you.

Ouyang zizhen: yea. I'm friends with your Dianxia.

Huifen: waw.

Li mei: what did you get him for his birthday?

Ouyang zizhen: uhhh......*blushing*

Rusong: guys, he got me a ceramic ornament. Don't worry.

Both: *cheering* Ouyang gongzi is so rich and generous!!

Ouyang zizhen: (thanks for helping me Rusong. Im nervous around them)

If I marry you two, would you suck out my energy?

Li mei: no darling.

Huifen: we love you too much to do that.

Ouyang zizhen: *laughing* right!

Huifen: here's some liquor, Gongzi.

Ouyang zizhen: thank you very much! Now tell me, what gifts do you like?

Huifen: anything pretty.

Li mei: anything I can put in my hair.

Ouyang zizhen: awww.

Another fox spirit girl appeared, and went to Rusong's side.

Dianxia!!

Rusong: hi, Biyu.

Biyu: *bows* happy birthday, Dianxia.

Rusong: thank you. Have a seat.

Biyu: *sits next to him*

Jingyi: you got one for you too?!!

Rusong: yea.

Do you guys want a fox spirit?

Jingyi: *blushing* NO!

Sizhui: I'm good, Rusong.

Jinling: Jiujiu might scold me.

Rusong: ok.

Biyu, what would you like? Tea or wine?

Biyu: wine, Dianxia. If I said tea, then you would have to make it. And I can't put my Dianxia through that.

Rusong: so be it. *pours some wine* here you go.

Biyu: a toast to you.

Rusong: *smile*

You're too kind.

Biyu: *hugs hand* hulijing Dianxia, anything you need? You're the boss.

Rusong: nothing, thank you.

Anyways, here's a jade hairpin, and $400. *wink*

Biyu: awwww thanks for the gifts! But I'm the one who's supposed to get you something.

Rusong: haha, there's no need.

Biyu: *blushing* you're really kind and sweet.

*kneels*

Dianxia, if you say, I shall leave.

Rusong: go ahead. *smile*.

Biyu: bye Dianxia. *disappears*

Jinling: Rusong! Is that your gf?!

Rusong: no. Our citizens are just fond of admiring A-Die and I, and we love to treat them in return.

Jinling: ohh.

Rusong: enough about me. Guys, how about we go to the in-house sushi eatery.

Ouyang zizhen: *hugging his girlfriends* I'm right there, Dianxia.

Fenfen, I have a rich friend.

Jinling: yea I can do with some sushi.

Jingyi: an in-house sushi place, in your house?! What else do you have in here?

Jinling: non of your business.

Jingyi: I'll make it my business, JINLING!

Rusong: lol, don't worry about that.

~

On the other side, in Jing Manor.

Zixuan: A-Yao, do you ever feel to do something crazy. Out of our comfort zone.

Yao: sometimes. 

Zixuan: what if we spend the night in a cottage in the middle of the woods.

Yao: Zixuan. *touches Zixuan's forehead* are you ok?

Zixuan: come on! It will be fun!

Yao: i know it would, but you and woods don't go together, lol.

Zixuan: it's for the experience. We'll know to fetch water and deal with the heat.

Yao: and cook our own meals!

Zixuan: right!

Yao: should we bring our personal assistants?

Zixuan: of course, Yaoyao. We're emperors, we'll die without our servants.

Yao: *shakes head* oh Zixuan.

But you're right.

[typinggently]

'We can collect your tears later', he said, 'I can't wait.'

— Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor

01x01, 04x17, 04x04, 03x16

[sanctum-stinker]

Still trying to navigate this site, so sorry for the janky formatting.  This is a post about my Re-write Defender Strange! He is much more integral to the plot, and accompanies Wong for the most part. He serves as an ally against Wanda and also as a window into the way Stephen Strange works, for us the audience as well as for Wong  

Some of these concepts are outdated because I didn’t officially start making my re-write until after I compiled a bunch of disconnected ideas and headcanons, so some of them are very old and irrelevant but I still like them so I’ve attached them anywho.  I have his backstory filled out now, but it isn’t fully fleshed out yet, so I’ll instead write about the changes to his character and involvement in the re-write in chronological order. I’ll upload his backstory later on hopefully! Here we go!

He is Sorcerer Supreme of his universe (617) because the blip never happened, and therefor the title never got passed onto anyone else. This means he’s also five years older than our MCU 616 Stephen.

He is very independent as Sorcerer Supreme, where MCU 616 Wong is very connected to Kamar-Taj, Defender is not. He operates from his Sanctum and has Defender Wong as his only real constant ally.

He has a guinea pig called Patchwork Quilt, and she is his pride and joy. 

Cyttorak (I assume is it’s name?) is not controlled by Wanda, and instead is just a creature from a different dimension that he managed to piss off. America is also with him, having taken refuge in universe 617 after she fell into it.

Defender gets very badly wounded by Cyttorak, and with no other choice he decides to sacrifice America and absorb her power in hopes that he could control it and banish the creature before it did anymore harm. This causes America to panic.

At the same time that this is occurring, Wanda (616) is trying to dream walk. As a result of the many many multiversal tamperings 616 has been up to (Endgame, Loki, NWH etc etc) mixed with Wanda’s dreamwalking and America’s uncontrollable power going haywire, the Multiversal barrier between 616 and 617 rips open, and Defender, America and Cyttorak fall through into 616.

Cyttorak has a sort of venom or corrosive quality to its tendrils which has begun to infect Defender. Due to his title of supremacy in universe 617 his body could use magic to subconsciously fight off this venom, much like he can with any other disease or illness. Unfortunately, now that he’s in 616, a place where the magic is slightly different and Wong is the Sorcerer Supreme, he doesn’t have this healing factor. If he has any hopes of surviving he needed to get back to 617.

After Stephen and America vanish into the multiverse Defender assists Wong in tracking down Wanda after Kamar-Taj falls, despite his injuries. Wong learns a lot about the way Stephen functions through Defender, and Defender learns a lot about himself through Wong’s perspective on Stephen. Defender also helps Wong with his insecurities and feelings of unworthiness as Sorcerer supreme, giving him advice and encouragement as a fellow man of supremacy.

Stephen (who is in sinister’s universe) uses Defender’s body to dreamwalk and communicate to Wong. He manages to tell him Wanda has America and that he needed to save her before the souls of the damned interfere and Defender’s body goes unconscious.

In the end Defender saves Stephen from the souls by sacrificing his soul, and thus gaining control over them. This allowed Stephen to take control over the body, and fight Wanda while Defender controlled the souls as wings/cloak/sheild.

Defender wants to right the wrong he made in trying to take America’s power and is the first to realize she’s the key to defeating Wanda. He sacrifices his life to save America. 

Defender passes away after Stephen stops dream walking, as his soul and physical body were too weak to continue functioning. He passes his supremacy to Defender Wong (who was summoned into the final battle by America) and he takes his body back to 617 to be prepared for the funeral and following ceremony.  All the parts of the plot are not concrete yet, as I’ve only written out the second draft, but this is what I have so far regarding Defender! It is still very condensed and brief, but I hope it gives y’all a bit of a glimpse into his character. I’ll be uploading concepts of all the other Variants and characters involved in the story and how they interact and add to the plot. I’ll be tagging all my re-write posts under MoMstinkycut which is also what I’ve tagged my Insta posts under.  Thank you for your time, fellas!

[i-write-boop-spoops]

N Harmonia Fluff Alphabet

One anon asked for an N fluff alphabet and another asked for just any N content, so I hope this sates you both!

Not proof read so rip me

Enjoy!

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

Rather expectantly, N loves looking after Pokemon with you! Whether you’re playing with, feeding or tending to them, he really enjoys seeing you being so sweet and kind to cute little mons and giant scary monsters alike.

He also loves just snuggling up with you and playing with each other’s’ hair. He really cherishes that kind of gentle, intimate affection.

Other than that, he really enjoys doing mundane things with you, stuff like going grocery shopping, cleaning the house, gardening etc, even before you live together. There’s something very comforting about it.

Oh, and he loves dancing with you!

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

He admires your kindness obviously, but also your determination and resilience! He thinks you’re so strong, and in turn, it emboldens him too!

As for physical beauty? He loves your smile, even just a little quirk of your lips makes him so happy. It’s just so precious!

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

N isn’t the best at this kind of stuff, but he definitely tries his best to offer you support. Usually he just sits with you and lets you vent, or cry into his shoulder, often bringing a cute pokemon with him to cheer you up. He also likes bringing you on walks, hoping it might clear your head.

His words of affirmation, though few, are quite powerful, so you know he means them.

When he’s sad, he’d like to be treated in a similar fashion, just quiet support and cute Pokemon

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

N doesn’t really know how he wants his life to go, the only thing he’s certain of is that he wants to continue improving the relationships between humans and Pokemon, and that he wants to be with you for the rest of time.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

Due to his lack of experience, he’s definitely more on the passive side, preferring to let you take the lead when it comes to dates and stuff. Though he has no problem asserting himself (gently) if he wants to do something else instead.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

N hates fighting with you, absolutely despises it, so he tends to avoid it when he can. Inevitably, like in all relationships, you end up in a few spats. He’s never mean to you, but he does try talk over you and has a habit of just walking out instead of working out the issue right away. Really he just goes for a walk to calm him down, and he’s usually back in an hour or two, but you probably don’t solve your disagreement until the next day.

He finds it quite easy to admit fault and apologise, so you don’t have to weasel a ‘sorry’ out of him. And due to his earnest nature, you know he means it.

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

When N gives a gift, most of the time, he doesn’t even realise it. He just sees something he thinks you’d like and just gives it to you without a second thought. Usually it’s pretty flora or candy, occasionally it’s a plush. Sometimes you get gifts very often, sometimes it’s weeks, maybe months, between each present.

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

N can be described as blissfully confused when in love. So soft and blushy and not totally sure what he’s feeling, but he sure does love it, and you. His Pokemon friends pick up on it immediately and root for the two of you.

Unintentionally brags. He just thinks you’re swell and tends to bring that up often, but he’s not trying to gloat.

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression to how their s/o actually is?)

You seemed to handle that little joltik so carefully as you returned it to its mother galvantula, without an ounce of fear or malice in your eyes, and truly only kindness in your heart. It made him feel so at ease, like he had found a kindred spirit.

Not only was he right, he also found his soulmate too,

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

N doesn’t quite understand jealousy. Like, you love each other, what does he have to worry about? He likes your friends a lot, and he finds anybody who tries to flirt with you more annoying than anything else

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

At the beginning, N’s kisses are sweet but awkward, he’s so new to it, so he’s a bit afraid he might make a mistake. As your relationships progresses though, he becomes more comfortable and confident with it, and kisses reflect that, so soft and caring and full of meaning

I did a whole thing about N and kissing here

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

Really what doesn’t he love? It’s not that he puts you on a pedestal, he just genuinely finds you amazing and he loves you so much

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

N doesn’t feel the need to marry you, as long as you’re in love, that’s what matters to him, a piece of paper doesn’t make it any more valid than it is in his eyes.

That being said, if you want to get married, he’s down for it, but don’t expect anything sappy or traditional. No proposal, no huge event, just the two of you exchanging heartfelt vows at the courthouse, with matching rings.

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

He doesn’t really use nicknames, just the occasionally “Love” or “Dear”

On the flipside, he loves your nicknames for him. Some of his favourites are “Cutie”, “Sweetie”, “Greenie” and “Nat”

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

While I wouldn’t say N is an open book, he doesn’t really hide things from you. He tells you how he feels without much fanfare, and you’re made aware of his past quite early on, even before you started dating.

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

N’s actually pretty good at cooking, and tends to cook pretty often, especially when you’re on the road together. His meals are simple and comforting, sometimes spicy, lots of soups and curries and rice.

Since he’s vegetarian, he prefers to cook for the two of you instead of going out, since most restaurants don’t have great options for him. That being said, if you find a place with a good menu, he’s totally down to take you there.

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

N does not understand the concept of BS, so you don’t have to worry about playing weird mind games to find out what he really wants. As a result, your relationship is quite chill

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

Again, he’s not traditionally romantic, but he does care about you quite a lot and loves making you smile. And while it doesn’t say “I love you” very often, he means it, and that is a lot more valuable than any serenade or flower bouquet

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

If you play with his hair, he’s out like a light. While he’s cuddles are lax and loose when he’s awake, he hugs you like a teddy when he’s fast asleep.

His sleep routine is shit though.

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

N loves the cosiness of domestic mundanity, so it’s safe to say he likes to play it, well, safe. It gives him a sense of comfort and stability that he really appreciates.

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

Through being with you, N learns to be more attentive and emotional (in a healthy way), and to appreciate humans even more. He also feels more human too.

While you already loved Pokemon, he makes you see how truly amazing and special they are, and treat them even better than you did before.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

Your relationship is very important to him, but deep down, you know his love for Pokemon trumps his love for you. Though it never causes an issue with you

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

Likes to make matching flower crowns for the two of you and whatever Pokemon you’’re with at the time!

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

N loves fluttery kisses and really tender hugs and cuddles, ones when you’re loosely tanged together and gently stroking each other’s skin.

He is not a PDA person at all, besides holding your hand and the occasional kiss. Some of it is shyness, but it’s mostly because he doesn’t feel the need to prove your relationship to anyone. He doesn’t use affection lightly.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

He’s pretty okay on his own, since he’s quite used to it, but he does still miss you a lot. He finds comfort in things that remind you of him, a certain scent, a flower, a sound, even a Pokemon, it makes him feel like you’re with him

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

N doesn’t have any pets, mainly because he thinks Pokemon are friends. How many Poke-friends does he have? Too many for even him to count. My man radiates serious Disney Princess energy with the way Pokemon seem to flock to him.

That being said, he’s not against good people having Pokemon as pets, so if you have pokemon, you know he’ll be the best dad to them ever.

[linxkly]

Grians upload!!

my little liveblog for myself I’ve never done this before but it looks fun

- rip the audio quality but it’s not too terrible, I have a feeling I know what happened to the pesky webcam tho,,,

- Maui!! we love cat cameos

- NEW PORTAL WHO DISJDBDJDND

- FWHIPS MESSAGE IS JUMBLED

-omg the compasses grumbot is spitting out — for the other hermits??

- I am totally normal about this

- you might travel to another universe AND HES WORRIED ABOUT HIS FLOOR???

- GRIAN ACCIDENTALLY FINDING CUBS MINIGAME AHAHA

- that is,,, so many pumpkins my goodness

- look at my buildy boi, whizzing about in his spiffy timelapse

I’ve seen the kings vault challenge alr, so I’ll only really cover over bits concerning grian, also heads up his room is optional

- the silence in response to rens initial announcement is DEAFENING, and the cheering after he says he’s going to step down is amazing

- him missing the slime block and punching pearl off is peak sibling energy

- sorry ik he was dare to but jevin starting red light green light before the game even started is so funny

- grian not even doing the game in the first bit, opting to watch everyone else fail is me

- bdubs just gives up on his elaborate speech

-GRIAN’S LITTLE “aw cmon SCAR PUT A SHIRT ON”

- grian popping off on scars parkour?? we stan a king

- scar looks like a glorious porcupine

- BETRAYAL MOMENT will they choose to do grians room??

-they don’t wanna do it

-grian trying to explain his whole resistance assistance semantics to the group and they’re all like “mhmm sure traitor, but no”

- they’ve resorted to doing his room, which results in a very grian “YAY!”

- grians room!

- jevin doc and etho answering wrong on what is grians name for the example question rip

- vaflaphobia,,, what a word

- we love when false etho and gem are the big brain team they stay winning

- HE MENTIONED THIRD LIFE

- ethos’ “what’s third life” SIR-

- MUMBO JUMBO IS A GOD AMONG MEN CONFIRMED

- grian straight up making sure his side is stacked woweee

-the sheer chaos of the final fights cannot be described in words to fully exemplify their mayhem, you’d have to watch it to fully take it in

- you and me both g idk who is who they’re all in blue

- THE KING IS DEAD (rip rentheking)

- everyone’s just flicking the levers screw complicated red stone

- uh oh the diamonds are gone, where did they go?

- (im secretly hoping mumbo stole them)

- grian insisting ren will pay all them back

- THE CAGE OF SHAME AND TOMATOES

-ren just being so pathetically sad (in a lovable way) that they’re all like “noooo come back”

- ooh it’s nearly 8pm bst

- WAIT THIS MEANS GEM MISSED THE MEETING TIME BASED OFF HER VIDEO SHE SHOWED UP AFTER THEY WENT IN

- the hermits are trickling in slowly but surely

- ah yes. my favorite flavor of jam. Nifty.

- THEYRE GOING IN OH GOD

-THATS WHERE IT ENDS

anyways this was my little live-blogging experience, idk if anyone will read this but I had fun making it :)

[absolutelyfizzing]

Handle It (Bucky x reader)

Bucky x reader (established)

description - You are waiting for your friend to negotiate with a movement leader when a certain disgrace to the flag decides to lash out at you. You and your super soldier boyfriend both take issue and conflict ensues.

word count - about 900

warnings - some TFATWS spoilers! John Walker being the literal worst, probably some grammar errors, catcalling? idk if thats the right word but it might be triggering for some. also bucky being a protective boyfriend who knows you can hold your own.

MASTERLIST

You stood close to Bucky, you could feel the annoyance radiating off of him. You put your hand on his and squeezed. You were waiting for Sam to be done talking to Karli, you had promised him 10 minutes. You knew he could handle himself and that he could probably talk her down. You knew how persuasive and empathetic he could be. You had been on the receiving end of his council before after all. As you were waiting, guarding the door next to your boyfriend, Walker paced around. You pushed off from Bucky and made your way to walk around as well, not out of nervousness, but out of annoyance at the Captain America poser who walked before you. Seeing the shield in his hands had you furious, and you weren't even the one who knew Steve the best. You knew it was killing Bucky.

"Why are you here again?" You heard a grating voice question. When you turned around you found John staring at you. You just glared but then you felt his gaze drift and suddenly you felt like you wanted to disappear. You could not wish his gaze to be off of you more. You saw Bucky clench his jaw but he waited for you to take care of yourself, knowing you could.

"You don't have the right to talk to me. I save that right for people who aren't self-righteous assholes. And I don't have to answer to you. I have nothing to prove. I have more of a right to be here than you." You growled out, glaring daggers at the man in front of you. You had met Sam and Bucky here in Latvia instead of leaving with them from the beginning, you had other business to attend to. That didn't mean that you couldn't or wouldn't be fighting and that you couldn't hold your own against the asshole in front of you. You made eye contact with Bucky and he gave you a small smile and a wink. It made you calm down a bit. That was before the man in blue approached you again, this time with anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, babe, but I'm Captain America. You're just some chick who showed up out of nowhere and I haven't seen anything so far to prove to me that you have any qualification to be here. Your only redeeming quality that I've seen is your pretty face and that you look good in that suit." Now he was in your face, his finger close to your face. You could feel the anger building up.

You felt yourself moving before you really thought about it. Your elbow jammed into his throat and your knee into his groin before you started to throw a punch toward his face. His hand caught your fist and he twisted to pull your arm behind your back. Before he could get a chance to pin you you dropped to the floor and swept his legs, successfully dropping him to the ground. He didn't have a chance to get his bearings before you had your knee pinned to his chest and your arm on his neck holding him down.

"You are not Captain America." You seethed, " And if you say anything about how I look in my suit again, I'll make sure you cant see anything for the rest of your life." You gritted out lowly. You could feel Bucky behind you, not yet stepping in but he was ready to if you signaled that you needed him. You stepped up off of Walker and turned to walk past Bucky who was still glaring at the man getting up from the floor. Right before you got to the door you heard John again.

"The view is better from behind anyway." It was under his breath but you heard it. Your fist clenched as you turned around and you could see Bucky looking at you waiting for you to let him fight Walker. You nodded at him, not needing to fight Walker again and you were over it anyway. Bucky wanted to let out some aggression though.

Bucky launched at John, punching with his vibranium arm as he practically growled. He punched 2 more times before Walker had a chance to block and he was on the ground again. This time Bucky grabbed him by the throat.

"Never even look in her direction again or I will rip you to pieces. Or even worse for you, she might just do it herself."

You hadn't watched it happen, you were busy looking at your nails. You only looked up when Buck came back to you by the doorway and he protectively stood between you and John. You knew it was just to give you both the peace of mind that he wouldn't be staring at you again and that there was a barrier to prevent you from attacking, despite the fact that he wouldn't really mind that much. Before you could say anything you felt John push past you.

"Time is up" He grunted and he stalked through the door, heading for Sam. You knew it hadn't been ten minutes and you and Bucky both went after him to try to stop him from reaching your friend.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Hostage

Inspired by this prompt from Twitter

Jiang Cheng is disoriented. He doesn’t know where he is and he doesn’t know where he’s stumbling towards, but right now it doesn’t matter.

Right now he just needs to get away.

From Wen Qing and Wen Ning, but especially from Wei Wuxian who is planning something so horrifying that Jiang Cheng’s stomach churns with fear and horror at just the thought of it.

Jiang Cheng will not allow Wei Wuxian to rip his own core out just because Jiang Cheng is too weak and lost his.

He will not allow his brother to suffer the same.

But panic does not make for a good travel companion because Jiang Cheng is blindly stumbling along, his breath coming way too fast and his chest hurting in unfamiliar ways, though a very practical part of Jiang Cheng thinks that is something he’ll have to get used to.

It’s not like the wounds will heal without a trace as they would if he still had his core.

The thought about his lost—destroyed—core makes him sob again and not for the first time does Jiang Cheng wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to simply lay down and let nature do its thing.

There’s no sense in living like this.

Jiang Cheng stumbles and falls down, and he’s not fast enough to break his fall and he’s definitely not strong enough to get back up again, so he simply stays where he is.

The fall re-opened his wounds again, Jiang Cheng can feel the blood oozing out of the slashes, but he doesn’t care.

It hurts, and the empty spot inside of him hurts and everything is so hard.

He lets out a sob, and once he started, he can’t seem to stop. Jiang Cheng cries and cries, wondering if he’ll die here, if he should have stayed with Wei Wuxian and the Wens if he should have just let Wei Wuxian do what he wanted, and it all comes out in sobs and gulping breaths and whimpers.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t even feel ashamed anymore.

He is so unaware of his surroundings that he startles badly when someone suddenly yells out and the movement only upsets his wounds further.

“Hey, who is there?” someone asks and even if Jiang Cheng wanted to answer, he can’t find his voice.

It seems like his sobs are indication enough, though, because suddenly someone is standing over him.

Jiang Cheng almost hopes it’s a Wen who doesn’t recognize him so his death will be swift and painless.

“Jiang-gongzi?” the person asks, suddenly sounding alarmed and Jiang Cheng curls further into himself. “Nie-zongzhu, it’s Jiang Wanyin!” the person yells and all of a sudden there’s a flurry of activities around Jiang Cheng.

He tries to keep track of everything, but things are happening too fast and his mind is too slow.

“Jiang Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue says, appearing in front of Jiang Cheng and he sits him up, almost with no help from Jiang Cheng at all.

“Jiang Wanyin, we thought you are dead,” Nie Mingjue tells him and there’s a smile on his face almost as if he’s positively surprised.

Well, that’s not going to hold on for long, Jiang Cheng thinks, but then he sees the state Nie Mingjue is in and he frowns.

“Is that blood?” he asks and Nie Mingjue seems confused.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is��”

“You are literally bleeding.”

“As are you, Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue gently gives back and pulls Jiang Cheng up to his feet. “Can you stand? Can you walk? Our camp is not far from here.”

“I—” Jiang Cheng starts but he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know anything anymore, but he’s certain that he doesn’t want these people to know what happened to him.

Nie Mingjue will probably wish he’d left him laying where he was, instead of burdening himself with a useless Jiang Cheng.

“Come on, we have a healer with us,” Nie Mingjue says not waiting for Jiang Cheng’s answer and sweeps him right along.

Jiang Cheng is too exhausted to protest.

~*~*~

The healer bandages his chest again, and going by the burning questions in his eyes he noticed Jiang Cheng’s lack of a core and wants to ask a thousand questions, but Jiang Cheng glares him down.

It’s only when he’s left alone again that he relaxes, if only for a little bit. His siblings will no doubt know by now that he’s gone and he didn’t even get that far; word that Nie Mingjue found him will spread soon and before that happens Jiang Cheng has to figure out what he wants.

Not like he has much choice without a core, but still.

“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue suddenly says from the entrance of the tent Jiang Cheng was led to and Jiang Cheng stiffens.

Of course his healer told him.

“What happened?” Nie Mingjue wants to know, coming fully inside the tent and throwing up silencing talismans.

At least no one else will have to hear how weak Jiang Cheng was.

“Lotus Pier burned,” Jiang Cheng rasps out, his voice still shot from his crying earlier and Nie Mingjue nods.

“We heard. I’m sorry for your loss,” he says, clearly knowing just how inadequate that is but soldering on anyway. “Your siblings?”

Jiang Cheng works his jaw at that, because he still can’t believe that after all the Wens have done to them Wei Wuxian would lead them right into the hands of other Wens.

“With Wen Qing and Wen Ning,” Jiang Cheng presses out and then it just bursts all out of him.

He tells Nie Mingjue everything; Lotus Pier, how he got captured, and held hostage, his time at Wen Chao’s hands, what he overheard Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian talk about.

By the end he feels drained and not for the first time he wonders if this is his life now. Aches all over and tired all the time. He is still not sure it’s something he can take.

“Wen Qing has a way to restore a core?” Nie Mingjue asks, suddenly thoughtful and Jiang Cheng nods. “And Wen Zhuliu got to you and burned your core out of you? And you survived?”

“I’m not sure I should have,” Jiang Cheng mutters and is not prepared for the fury that spreads over Nie Mingjue’s face.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Jiang Cheng scoffs right in his face, because he is no longer the heir of a Sect, no longer a cultivator at all and he doesn’t have to trouble himself with all these niceties.

“Just look at me! I’m useless now! There’s nothing I can do. I’m powerless and useless and just a waste of space. I should have died at Wen Chao’s hands because everything is better than this. I am nothing without my cultivation!”

The words ring out in his tent, and Nie Mingjue goes very still.

“If you really thought that to be true, you would have stayed. You would have let Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian do what they planned. But you didn’t. You left.”

“Because we need Wei Wuxian for this war,” Jiang Cheng hotly gives back. “He’s twice the cultivator I used to be and we need him.”

“We don’t need one single person for a war,” Nie Mingjue shoots back. “Maybe we would have needed you for the war, too, did you ever think about that?”

“I was useless before. I am even more useless now. Let’s not pretend.”

Nie Mingjue levels him with a look that makes Jiang Cheng uncomfortable down to the bones and he squirms in his seat.

“You think you’re no longer fit to be Sect Leader,” Nie Mingjue says after a long while and Jiang Cheng laughs.

“Of course not! Who would ever accept me as a Sect Leader? I am nothing!”

“Do you think every person who didn’t manage to form a golden core is worth less?” Nie Mingjue asks him and he seems honestly curious. “Do you think the common folk to be beneath us?”

Jiang Cheng works his jaw, because the answer is obvious, but he can’t say it. He is not ready to see or accept any kind of logic.

“If you truly think a cultivator is better than a person without a golden core, then I agree with you. You are nothing and you shouldn’t be around anymore,” Nie Mingjue heartlessly tells him. “But that’s not what you think or you would have said something.”

“Shut up!” Jiang Cheng hisses but Nie Mingjue only leans forward.

“Do you think you can only lead a Sect if you can fight?” he mercilessly asks him and Jiang Cheng is quick to nod.

Of course that’s the only way to lead a Sect. How will anyone ever respect him if he can’t even use a goddamn sword.

“You think Jin Guangshan got his position because he’s a good fighter? He has one of the weakest golden cores I have ever seen in my life. Your father wasn’t a good fighter, either, as sorry as I am about his passing. Still, they were Sect Leaders. Lan Qiren isn’t this beloved because he’s a good fighter; he’s a teacher and his strength lies in music, not his cultivation. Do you think all of them to be useless?”

“Stop,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “That’s different.”

“Is it?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and Jiang Cheng puts his hand over his ears in the most childish action he has allowed himself in years.

“Stop talking,” he begs and tears drop from his eyes when Nie Mingjue puts a hand to his neck.

“I heard about how you led the people out of the cave. About how you pushed yourself to your limits to get your brother and Wangji the help they needed. Huaisang speaks highly of you, Lan Qiren apparently hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left his classes and Lan Xichen is looking forward to seeing you grow into your place. You think that only means something because you have a core?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng chokes out, because it can’t be.

He can’t have worth if he doesn’t have a golden core.

“It doesn’t matter if you have a golden core or not,” Nie Mingjue finally outright tells him. “It only matters what you do with your life. Your father was not a fighter and he’s dead. Your mother was one and she’s dead, too. Innocent people died and bad people died. People who could fight and who couldn’t. The core has nothing to do with it. You matter. And it seems to me like you have an iron will.”

“I don’t. I’m weak,” Jiang Cheng sobs out, remembering how fast he broke under the whip, still hearing Wen Chao’s laughter in his ears.

“And yet you survived. You survived things that killed more talented people, stronger people. You survived what no one else survived before,” Nie Mingjue says. “I think that speaks of strength. And I also think that you have all the qualities it needs to be a good leader.”

The praise sinks warm into Jiang Cheng’s bones and he hates himself for it, how he’s always weak for a kind word.

But Nie Mingjue sounds like he means it, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t know him to lie and maybe, just maybe, he could be right.

“Wanyin, we have enough fighters. We need people who plan, who recruit, who make sure we have supplies, who keep up the morale of the warriors. We are lacking those people. Can you be one of them?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng sits up.

His chest is still throbbing and the hole in his body is threatening to swallow him whole, but Nie Mingjue looks at him as if he expects him to say yes, as if he can’t imagine anything else, as if he believes in Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng nods.

“I can,” he says and it doesn’t feel as wrong as he feared.

He’ll just have to do the impossible.

(And he does.)

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Disney Romance - Cinderella’s Bird - 200 followers special

@littlesniggy​ said : Hey you! Now it's my turn to request something! Kida sad you don't write for Akainu but I can understand 😂 He's an asshole! If it hasn't been requested yet, would you do Mulan/Cinderella with Kid x female reader? I'm super excited which one you choose/ if you choose it at all! Thank you!

A/N : Omg thankyou so much for sending an ask @littlesniggy​ san!!! I am so excited to answer this for you! I loved writing for the grumpy boy. This was really a beautiful experience writing this for Eustass KIdd. Please don’t have high expectations for this.

Warning : A big fic written by me. But has a happy ending.

Word count : 2.7K

I hope you like it!

XOXOXOXO

“Why the hell should I get married now?”, you complained to your Robin who always was beside you, she was a maid but you always admired her and always treated her like a friend not like a maid.

Robin sighed and patted your head as she took the place beside you on the bed. “I should have the choice when I want to get married. Not some jerk who is randomly selected by my parents”, you scoffed and plopped back on the soft burgundy-coloured bedsheets. Robin gave you a sad smile and said, “That’s true. I too believe that marriage should be for Love”

Being a princess isn’t easy. Every girl dream to be a princess but its not as beautiful like the fairy tales are. You are a live example for that. Not once you could decide for yourself. Even the big puffy yellow gown you were wearing was not of your choice. The corset was killing you inside. You wanted to rip it off and throw it out of your window. With language classes, you always had dance classes, tea sessions, music classes. Everything that was chosen by your parents, was practically forced upon you.

‘What kind of lunatic needs to learn how to drink tea?’, you cursed the tea sessions when ever you were being called to it. All you did was brew tea and drink during the whole time. The music classes were always a hectic. You wanted to learn an instrument but when you were given another. Your wishes were denied because who cares about your dreams? In the beginning even dance classes were troublesome, But you tried to put up with all those demands of your parents. In return they are now trying to get you married as soon as possible.

“I’m done with this Robin”, you spoke and got up. “I’ll do whatever I want”, your voice was stern and Robin was curious on what you were about to do.

“Cancel todays classes, I’ll be going to visit the town to relieve my stress”, you announced briskly walking towards the closet.

“Are you sure your highness? But how can you go alone? You must have someone wit-”

“Robin! Its fine. I can take care of myself”, you didn’t let her finish her sentence. Throwing your corset on the floor and dressing up like a maid didn’t take long enough. You made your way towards the secret passage in the palace and exited the palace. Even though Robin was worried, she had to stay back in the castle to make sure no one notices your leaving.

The town and the market were as lively as ever and you walked around the place. As you kept walking, you saw a couple who looked very much in love. You felt a bit envious of them. At least the commoners had the freedom to do what they like. As you were walking aimlessly in the market, you bumped into a tall buff guy.

“Oh I’m sorry”, after apologising you thought of leaving but it didn’t go well.

“Hey! How can you go away like that?” the man started to fight with you. As you felt the very heavy scent of alcohol hit your nostrils, you knew that this man was heavily drunk.

“What? I apologised so what’s your problem now?” you questioned as your dominant hand slowly reached for the sword hidden in your skirt.

“You bitch how dare you speak back to me?” he raised his hand to land a hit on you but just when you were about to take out the sword, his had was stopped mid-air. You then saw a man who had red hair. As soon as the jerk saw that man, it seemed like his senses came back to him again.

“Asshole! Didn’t I tell you this is my shop and never make a scene in front of it”, the man shouted at the rogue twisting his arm. He winced in pain as he apologised and ran away.

The red haired man went into a shop, what seemed like a shop of vegetables and fruits. ‘Was he a farmer?’, you thought and followed him. Looking inside, there were so many fresh vegetables and also fruits in the shop.

“What do you want?”, a sharp voice questioned making you turn towards the owner of the voice. It was the same red head from before.

“Uh, I… I’m here to buy”, you said and looked around again trying to seem convincing. He huffed and sat on a chair fiddling with something which seemed like a machine. Your interest perked up and you asked him, “What are you making?”, moving closer to take a peek at the machine.

“Why should I tell you?”, he spat but as he looked at your face, he noticed that your eyes were sparkling with curiosity and interest.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue and explained about the way he wanted to make a machine bird as you listened to him carefully. He kept telling you how helpful machines would be if used in the correct way.

“But, don’t you think, this material you are using to make this bird is kinda… cheap and looks like its gonna break soon?”, you questioned for which he frowned and replied, “Don’t you think I already know that? I… I just don’t have the money”, mumbling the last part.

“Oh! I got an idea. Listen to me, uhh..”

“Eustass Kidd”

“So, Kidd As this bird is still in the beginning process, I’ll bring you the material tomorrow. Till then don’t touch this. Okay now I need to leave. I’ll be taking this basket here”, you said and took a basket of strawberries and tossed a coin to him.

“HEY WAIT!! YOU DIDN’T EVE- and she’s gone”, still with that grumpy look Kidd took his screw driver to continue working on the bird. But he remembered you telling him to wait till tomorrow. So he sat back in his chair and exhaled.

“Its not because she told me to wait. I… I want to continue this tomorrow”, he huffed and folded his hands. Then he remembered about the coin you threw.

He opened his palm and his eyes widened as he looked at the coin. It was a gold coin. A freaking gold coin for a basket of strawberries.

“No way. What the heck is she thinking?”, he carefully placed it back in the locker and thought to give it back to you tomorrow.

At the castle you came back and continued with your remaining day. You should leave tomorrow. So you need to make plans.

“Robin I need you to do something for me”, you explained how you needed high quality metal and also the timings of classes to be shifted. So, it did happen and you had continuous morning classes without breaks but, you were a free after them and it made you to take material Kidd wanted to make the bird. Changing out from your attire of a princess you went to the same shop as yesterday. There you found the man coming towards you as if he was waiting for you all along.

“I got the material you need”, you said as you placed it beside his table where the bird was supposed to be made.

“Were you waiting for me? Sorry I was late”, you said and he instantly replied, “Wha- Who was waiting for you?”

“Ah ok”, you muttered as you saw him instantly looking and taking the material with a faint pink shade on his cheeks. He looked just like a child exited to play with his toys.

“Where the hell did you even get these? These are clearly expensive?”, his sudden questions made your thoughts to break.

“Ah… I got it from the Kings dumpster”, you made the blankest expression trying to hide your lie.

“Kings Dumpster?! The King threw away this metal when it’s like this?”, he asked as his brows raised when you just nodded.

“Tsk… and here I am, trying to get re-rid of rust from metal. Using them for the 100th time”, he huffed.

You both sat opposite to each other and he worked on the bird as you learned about the work he was doing. Helping him with giving the appropriate tool at times, you had more fun than you ever had in your life. He tried to return the gold coin but you didn’t take it and made a deal to take vegetables or fruits in return, for which he agreed. You both fist bumped as an agreement of the deal.

From that day, you made your way out of the castle to meet Kidd. Surprisingly, he always waited for you to come to work on the bird. Meanwhile he somewhere started to call you little lady and you actually liked it. It became a routine for you to take a basket of veggies or fruits every time you left the shop. Sometimes he’d you’d tag along with him to his small farm. He was totally proud of his farm. His eyes showed it. Where you knew you never felt that feeling that he was feeling. Never once in your life you felt you were proud of something you did. He was living a complete different life than yours. You found your heart skip a beat every time Kidd smiled. You liked him.

Kidd was unique. He was terrible in showing his emotions but he was a good person. Every time you left the castle for him, seemed right. You actually felt happy seeing him and working with him. But of course, this happiness didn’t last long. Your parents wanted you to get married soon and told you to pick a groom for yourself in the ball that is going to be hosted next week. Bloody next week.

Because of the ball, you had to take even more classes for walking like a princess and also more fashionistas coming to find the perfect gown for you. Due to those, you couldn’t meet Kidd for 4 days.

Meanwhile, Kidd waited for you staring at the front door of his shop. Whenever the door opened, he met with disappointment because it wasn’t you. He couldn’t even continue on his bird. He had doubts on his feelings for you but now, it was clear for him that he liked you. Your thoughts haunted him. His heart earned for you. Only for you to return.

After a long hard day of work, you sneaked out of the castle in the evening and went to Kidd’s shop. You opened the door and your eyes met with Kidds. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Come in”, you obliged and walked into the shop towards the desk where you both made bird. It was just like it was 3 days ago. “You didn’t continue to make the bird?”, you inquired as he just turned away and shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“Kidd, its late and I have to leave soon so listen to me”, his vision shifted to you as he gulped.

“But you just came, why do you have to leave?” he asked as he approached you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

“Aww did you miss me?” you tried to tease him but this time, he neither denied nor looked away from you blushing. He stayed silent for a while before he said, “I did”

You didn’t even expect that from Kidd. His hands travelled down from your shoulders to your hands. “I did miss you. So much that I couldn’t even touch that bird”, He looked serious. He placed one hand on your chin and looked into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think your thoughts would haunt me that much when you didn’t come. I… I didn’t know when, why or how. But I know that, I have feelings for you little lady”, his voice trembled as he spoke the last bit.

“Kidd are you serious?” you asked placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and nodded. His eyes looked desperate for your answer. Pulling him towards you, you connected your lips with his. The kiss was gentle and with so much of emotion.

Both pulled away to look into each other’s eyes. “I have feelings for you too Kidd”, you smiled and Kidd’s face lit up making you smile in return. He leaned and touched your forehead with yours and exhaled with relief. “Can I request you something Kidd?”, you asked and he nodded.

“Can you come to the castle this coming Wednesday?”

“To the castle? Why?”

“There is a ball going to be held and I want you to come”, you said and stepped back, away from his touch. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you, I should tell you something. So please come”, the last part sounded more like a pleading and with that you left the shop.

Kidd didn’t knew why you had to leave so early. His heart was beating so fast. Confused whether whatever happened now was real or not. He sat on his chair unable to remove your pleading face from earlier. Kidd looked at the bird which was unfinished and took the screw driver to continue working on it. Its been a while since he alone worked on something. It wasn’t a new feeling for him but still, he preferred to talk and have you around while he made it.

The day of the ball arrived. You wore your outfit and looked out the window at the crowd of people came to the castle. Men and women from so many places arrived there. With the help of Robin you made sure that when Kidd comes, he wouldn’t be stopped by any of the guards. The time was almost running out. The first dance was supposed to be started soon but you couldn’t find Kidd anywhere.

Your parents were urging you to find a partner and start the first dance. ‘So Kidd isn’t coming’, you thought and tilted your head up to prevent the tears falling out from your eyes. You pinched your skin trying to distract the pain away. Stepping on the ball room in your burgundy coloured dress, you walked with a straight face. Then suddenly your eyes fell on a person, who was trying to not be visible in the crowd but, his hair was definitely saying otherwise. You swiftly made your way towards that person.

People cleared way for you and it didn’t take long for you to meet the person with the red hair. He was wearing golden coloured suit and his hair was combed back neatly. He looked different but it was him. His cheeks turned the same colour of his hair. You chuckled and took his hand, pulling him towards the middle of the ball room. You placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer to you. His hand trembled before he placed it on your waist. With that the music played and you both danced, with other people also dancing.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“How could I? You are a princess and why didn’t you tell me you were a princess?”

“Would you even talk to me like you did if you knew I were a princess?”

“That’s… true but… now here I am, with the princess Y/N in my arms”, he said pulling you closer. You giggled and pushed back the strand of hair which was on his forehead. You both smiled at each other and continued dancing. After the first dance, he pulled you away from the ball room and you followed. He walked towards the garden where no one was and took out something from under the bench.

“What did you bring?”, you asked. He turned and showed it to you. Your eyes went wide looking at the bird that he brought.

“You made her at last!” you exclaimed as he looked down shyly. “Yeah kind of made it. I wanted to show it to you today”

“I love it so much”, you said as you took it in your hands. It was your memory. The time you spent making it with Kidd. It was precious to you two.

“Keep it. It’s yours now”, he said as he smiled.

“Really?! I will take care of it so well”, you replied and jumped on him making him catch you quickly. You looked at him and leaned in for kissing him again. Now, it was passionate. No one to intrude as you were alone. Smiling you pulled back and leaned your forehead with his.

You now found a grumpy man, who would understand you and would really be the reason for you to smile.

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[soulmate-game]

Finally another oneshot, after forever and a day. I’m weak for soulmate AUs. I think most of you know that already.

SO WHY NOT ANOTHER?! WOO!

This one is based on a prompt given to me a hella long time ago, idk who sent it to me. Tell me who you are so I can credit you! I wrote down the prompt for me to remember, it’s something like; “You can write letters to your soulmate, and they travel through time either to a moment your soulmate needs the letter most or to a random point in time to them.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Dear Myself.

I’m doing this for school. We have to write letters to our future self. I am nine years old right now, the year is 2009. I hope you found a cool job! I don’t know what to do yet. I like drawing though! Science is icky, so I hope you’re not a scientist. But if you are, and if it makes us happy, then I guess it’s okay. Be the best scientist you can! If you are all moved out, did you ever get a pet hamster? Hamsters are so cute!

Oh, but most important. Yesterday, I was bullied by my Arch Enemy. You know who. Yeah. Anyway, she said some mean things and it just reminded me that sometimes life hurts, and people can hurt you real bad. But life is still pretty. A family of robins made a nest on my terrace outside my room, and I saw them after I was done crying. They are so cute, and made me happy again. So, always look for your family of robins to keep you happy, I guess. Life isn’t bad, even if some things and people are. I hope you remember that. Keep believing in yourself, and in others!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past).

Do not open this letter before 2020! Pretty please!

Shaking hands held the letter. It was written two years ago, but he only could have gotten it now. It just appeared on his desk out of nowhere. At first, he thought it was some sick joke. He had just moved to Gotham again, and none of his—

None of them knew he was back. But he recognized this handwriting. He had gotten exactly one letter from them before, written by an older version of this woman and received by him when he was ten. Not long after being taken in by Bruce Wayne. The letter back then had been short, precise. Comforting.

Hello there.

I am writing this in the year 2018. You see, I found out quite a while ago that my soulmate bond is unique. It sends letters to you that I write, from all across time. I can get your letters, too, so don’t hesitate to write to me if you need to vent. My letters might not always reach you in time to feel like a normal response, but I’ll keep writing if you do. I know your life isn’t easy, if the letters I’ve already gotten mean anything. But keep fighting. I know what it’s like to be the underdog. But I’m rooting for you.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, New Adult.

Jason’s hands crumpled the two pieces of paper in them, the older of the two already close to crumbling away. They had buried him with it, resurrected him with it. It had seen hell and back just like him, but he still kept it. Even with blurring ink and ripped edges and blood stains. The writing and names matched, even if his newer letter was written in the clumsy scrawl of a child. The nuances in the handwriting were still the same.

She would still be writing to him. This new letter he got was clearly the first, before she knew about her soulmate or how her letters would disappear after she wrote them just like his did. But 2009? It just sank into him, that she was younger than he was. By seven years.

But her words still kept him afloat better than any lecture from that asshole Bruce.

He couldn’t see her yet. Not any time soon, really. He was already eighteen, dead and resurrected, and she was barely eleven. He could wait.

She didn’t need somebody as screwed and dark as him right now, anyway. A murderer, a budding crime boss. If she needed someone killed for her, or someone to save her, he’d be there. Otherwise?

Jason took out the receipt from his last visit to a gas station for cigarettes, grabbed a sharpie from his desk, and began to write.

Yo, Mari.

I’m writing this in 2011. I got your first letter. Thanks. It reminded me of some good times. I’m sorry I didn’t write anything for five years. Stuff happened. I won’t write often. Not until I’m in a better place. But if you need it, you can vent to me too. Also, don’t look at the back of this receipt. This was the only paper I could find.

Jason T., Your Soulmate.

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette, nine years old, stared down at the receipt that had taken the place of her letter to herself. She recognized that it was written in English, but she couldn’t read it yet. But that was okay, her Papan and Maman could read English!

She ran down, holding it in her hands tightly. She didn’t want the mystery letter to disappear! She handed it to her parents, who were in the middle of making croissants and stared at her for a moment. And then they broke into a flurry of movement.

“Why do you have a receipt for cigarettes, Marinette?!” Sabine yelled, confused more than angry. How would her daughter get a receipt written in English? And after giving her parents a confused head tilt, Marinette explained.

“It just appeared, like, poof!” She moved her hands to illustrate her point. “I was writing my letter to my future self for school, which is gone now oh no! Mlle. is going to be so mad!”

“Mari, focus,” Tom prodded gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. “You were writing your letter, and then what?”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Well, I finished it and put it in a little envelope. But as soon as I put it down and was all done, it shimmered red and faded away! This showed up in the same place my letter had been, like they were traded!”

Tom and Sabine shared a glance, and her mom held out her hand. “Can I read it, Marinette? I promise I won’t take it away. Your father and I just want to see what it says. We’ll read it to you.”

Marinette nodded eagerly, and after making sure their dough was put away the family of bakers moved to their living room and the little girl sat on her father’s lap as her mother held the note for them to see and read it aloud.

The parents shared another glance.

“Wow!” Marinette exclaimed happily, bouncing in place. “He sounds so cool! He is my soulmate? Really? I wonder what he looks like!” Her eyes took on a dreamy quality as she began to daydream. “I bet he’s super handsome! And nice and strong and—“

“Mari,” Tom said gently, tugging one pigtail playfully to get his daughter’s attention. She turned her large blue eyes to him, rapt with attentiveness. “I know this is exciting, but you know that not all soulmates are romantic, right?”

Marinette instantly calmed down, eyebrows pinching together. “But— but Nino said that soulmates are people you will marry in the future. Your perfect person. Like you and Maman,” she argued, incredibly confused. Her Maman chuckled, handing Marinette her receipt-letter back.

“Yes, but sometimes a person doesn’t need romance the most. Sometimes, what a person needs most is a friend or another family member. So sometimes, a soulmate is a big sister or brother instead, or another Maman or Papan. And we think that your soulmate might be the big brother kind,” she explained patiently. Marinette’s confusion instantly changed to excitement again, eyes sparkling with starry amazement.

“Really? How can you tell?”

“Well,” Tom took over, tapping the receipt with one finger. This receipt is from America. Over there, you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes. Which means that, two years from now, your soulmate is already eighteen.”

“Or he better be, anyway,” Sabine growled, eyes narrowed dangerously.

“But even if he isn’t,” Tom nervously glanced over at his wife and back to his daughter. “The way he writes is too grown up for someone close to your age. He is probably several years older than you—“

“At least seven, if he knows what’s good for him,” Sabine interrupted again. Tom just chuckled and shook his head.

“But still. Are you okay with him not being a romantic soulmate, Nettie?”

Marinette jumped off of her dad’s lap, hugging her note to her chest with one of the biggest smiles either of her parents had ever seen on her face.

“Are you kidding? I’ve always wanted a big brother! I bet he’s so cool, and rides a motorcycle and beats up bad guys! And when we meet, we’ll go out for ice cream and he’ll ruffle my hair, and let me ride on his shoulders, and it’ll be so awesome!”

Sabine finally lost her threatening aura, laughing along with her daughter. “Well, I don’t know about the whole beating up bad guys thing. But it sounds like he might need some cheering up, so you should write him letters pretty often. You never know when he might need one the most.”

Marinette nodded seriously, eyes shining with determination now. “That’s right! I have to be the best soulmate-sister ever! I’ll start writing him another letter right now!” She instantly turned to run back up to her room, but her dad’s voice followed her:

“Marinette! You haven’t eaten dinner yet!”

—*—*—*—*—*

The next day, Jason came back to his base to see another letter. It was on special scrapbook paper, a pretty white with a heart-and-stars border. He found himself snorting despite himself, shaking his head and picking up the girly letter.

Hello, Jason!

I just got your letter! It’s still 2009, and my parents were worried about the cigarats. I wanted to learn English first, but Maman and Papan reminded me that you have to be able to read French if you were able to read my past letters (I wonder what I wrote you! My future self must be real smart). Maman says you better be 18, or else she’ll kick your butt. She didn’t say that exactly, but I could tell.

Jason snickered at that. She must have a pretty fun family.

Maman and Papan also said that you’re probably a Big Brother soulmate. That’s super cool! I’ve always wanted an older brother, but it’s just me. I get lonely sometimes. And Maman thinks I have a big imagination, so help me prove her wrong! I bet her that you’re suuuuuuper cool, and have a motorcycle and beat up criminals! She doesn’t think my soulmate would be a hero, but I think you are. I don’t even know you yet, but I just feel it. And even if you don’t beat up bad guys, that’s fine. You’ll still protect me like a big brother should, right? And we’ll go and eat ice cream and talk about the stuff we like when we finally meet. And I’ll protect you too. I know little sisters aren’t supposed to, but I will totally protect you anyway. If you’re sad, I’ll make you macaroons and read you a bedtime story. That always makes me happy.

Please write back soon!

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from the past still!)

Jason couldn’t help it, and maybe the Lazarus magic had a bit of sway on him still, but he laughed raucously. A deep, belly-shaking bellow. His soulmate sure was a character! And scarily intuitive. How did she guess such accurate things about him? It was hilarious.

But he wouldn’t write back today. Not yet. He held no illusions; he wasn’t brother material. Not now, and probably not for a while if ever. Which reminded him, he had a replacement to kill.

—*—*—*—*—*

The Replacement lived, but at least Batman had gotten the message. Meanwhile, letters from Little Mari, as he had started calling her in his head, had started piling up. He read every single one, but didn’t respond to any. It was all the usual stuff. Talking about her day, asking stuff about him, spouting advice that seemed way too insightful for a nine-year-old.

He kept every single one. Soon, 2009 letters turned into 2010 letters. She switched from writing almost every day to once a week.

By then, Jason had reconciled with Bruce for the most part. After a few attempts on his life, but that wasn’t important. It was then, as he sat down in the living room watching Tim, Dick, Bruce, and the newest hellion Damian, all talking with and teasing one another that he finally got the urge to write again. So he asked for paper, and Alfred brought him a notepad and a plain ballpoint pen. And, for the first time in over a year, he started writing.

Dick and Bruce noticed first, stopping their banter to stare. Dick smiled softly, his shoulders relaxing as he let himself slump over the sofa’s arm a bit. Tim furrowed his eyebrows, and Damian frowned.

“What are you doing, Todd?” The young hellion asked, but Jason barely heard him.

“Nonya business, squirt,” he replied absently. Bruce chuckled fondly, beckoning to his two youngest sons. They both came a bit closer, and Bruce smiled at them conspiratorially. He leaned forward and whispered:

“Jason’s soulbond allows any letters that he writes to travel through time to his Bonded, and vice versa. Back before… everything, he used to write a letter to her almost every day.”

“It’s really sweet. We lined up the dates, and we think that she’s around your age Damian,” Dick added in equally softly. “Probably a familial bond. It’s good that he’s writing to her again.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette was twelve the next time she got a letter from Jason. But, unlike the last one, this one came from the past. And it was written in French.

Hi, Marinette!

I guess I’m your soulmate. I got your letter from 2018. It’s 2005 when I’m writing this. I’m twelve years old right now, but that shouldn’t matter. It was a little surprising when I got a letter written in French out of nowhere! Luckily, I speak a lot of languages. I love learning languages, and reading is probably my favorite thing to do. Don’t tell anyone though! I have my bad-boy image to keep up. I think our soulbond is really cool actually, and maybe we can teach each other stuff if we do this right. I know the whole time-traveling-letters thing makes it hard to reply to each other like normal. From now on, I’ll write you these letters in English and translate them in French on the back. That way, you can read it whenever you want and also learn English if you don’t already know it when you get this letter.

Oh, and I think I’m older than you? In real time, I mean. If you’re a “new adult” in 2018, then you’re probably a few years younger than me. I was born in 1993. You can do the math, since I don’t know when you were born. Anyway! I’ll keep writing you as often as I can and hope that you get these letters when you need them most.

Jason T., Excited Tween.

Marinette laughed, running down to show her mom. She was only writing Jason once a month now, but in the midst of this first letter she had received in three years, her determination was relit. It was just the letters being dumb when they flew through time! No way he was done writing to her. Right?

“Maman! Maman, he really was eighteen when he wrote that first letter! You don’t have to kill him!”

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette stared at the pile of letters on her desk, sighing. She ran a hand through her hair. She hadn’t been able to bring herself to read them yet, but she knew they were each dated from 2005. Apparently they had both decided to write daily when they had first discovered their Bond.

“Marinette,” the familiar voice of Tikki spoke you, the little Kwami floating over to land on her holder’s shoulder. “You should read them. Your bond wouldn’t give you letters you don’t need.”

Marinette took a deep breath, rubbing her already sore and red eyes. “I know. But what if—“

Tikki grabbed the letter at the bottom of the pile, flying over and handing it to the pigtailed girl. She smiled gently. “Read it. No what-ifs. Just read for now, Marinette.”

The newest Ladybug sighed, but acquiesced. She sat down at her desk, and began to read. Only two months as Ladybug, and already the pressure was becoming too much.

Two hours later, she had caught up and her mood was considerably better. Jason’s life was definitely no cake walk, but his humor bled through the more concerning details and helped bring light to Marinette’s day. Slowly, one by one, she folded the letters and put them in her special locked box inside her “diary”. She tried to keep a real diary once, but quickly stopped when she realized that even “dear diary” counted as a letter and sent itself to Jason.

She pulled out one of her special pieces of stationary paper and her favorite pink gel pen. For a while she stared at the paper, out of practice after a few months of not writing to him, but eventually she was able to begin again.

Hey Jason.

It’s 2013. I’m 13. I’m pretty sure you got the point by now, it’s not hard to figure out what year I was born. I haven’t responded to any of your letters in a while, but I guess that doesn’t matter. It’s not like I know if you’re gonna get this right away anyway.

So. Uh. Things have changed. I’m only thirteen, but I feel so old you know? On the bright side, your letters really did help me learn English. I mean, you probably guessed that since I’m writing this whole thing in English.

I guess I should explain. A little. A lot has happened. I suddenly have so many responsibilities, and it’s really hard to keep up with it all. So much has changed in just a few months, I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m keeping secrets from Maman and Papan now, which hurts the most. I can’t tell them, I can’t even tell you, but I’m not used to this. I don’t like lying. I don’t even know why any of this happened in the first place, I want answers and I’m getting radio silence. It sucks. But your letters from 2005 really helped, so thanks. I just got them this past year, which is really weird because I remember that our letters time travel and I feel crazy again. But this is real. Our Bond is real, and maybe writing you will help me remember that. Help me focus a bit.

Anyway, that’s all I can think of right now. I’ll try to write you again sometime this week if I have time. We’ll see.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Unsure Teenager.

—*—*—*—*—*

As soon as Jason finished his letter, pretending he couldn’t feel Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian all spying on him from their own spots around the living room, the papers he wrote on shimmered red and vanished. In their place, a piece of tea-colored scrapbook paper with a decorative robin-and-egg border (he would never know how she could be so obliviously on point with the designs she chose), popped into existence. He blinked, snatching it up and looking it over. His eyes widened.

“It’s only from next year,” he said aloud, for the benefit of the nosy assholes sharing the room with him. “That’s the closest any of our letters have been to one another,” and then Jason’s eyes promptly went serious as she actually read what the paper said.

“Jay?” Dick asked after the man had been silent too long. Jason grunted, his eyes briefly shimmering green before he shook it away. He took a few deep breaths, and finally responded by standing up and handing the paper over to them.

“Something happens next year that fucks with her. All of the letters I’ve gotten from her, besides that first one back when I was still Robin, were from before this. 2009 to 2010. I even got a few from last year, not that long ago. She’s always upbeat and happy and never said anything about any concerning things besides some schoolyard bullying. This isn’t at all like her. The tone is off.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve actually met her yet Jason,” Tim tried to console him, rereading the paper to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “This could be something mundane. A new school, or an issue with friends or something.”

Jason grit his teeth. “It isn’t. I don’t know how I know, but my gut is telling me it’s more than that. B, I want us to keep an eye on Paris. Something big happens next year, I know it.”

Bruce sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Funnily enough, I agree with you. Alfred, can you get up a monitoring system? we’ll keep it automatic until next year actually hits, and then I want someone personally checking up on Paris news at least once a month. Just in case.”

—*—*—*—*—*

It was a year into HawkMoth. Marinette hadn’t written a single letter to Jason, but she kept getting the ones he wrote in 2005. When those ran out, she only had two from 2006 before they suddenly leapt to 2012. She guessed that that was because of the five year gap he had mentioned in his first letter, the infamous cigarette receipt.

She sat in her chair, reading the only two 2012 letters so far, the second of which had conveniently landed on her desk that morning. The first had arrived months ago, but she gave it a reread anyway.

yo, Mari.

I’m sorry I haven't written anything else after that horrible receipt, I was getting my life sorted out. things are better now. I have three annoying brothers, by the way. I told you about Dick, I think, in my early letters. Now I have two younger brothers too, Tim and Damian. Damian is a little shit, but oddly enough I think you’d like him. Oh yeah, I’m writing this in 2012 by the way. And yes, this small notepad paper was all I had. Don’t judge me. I guess I’ll answer some questions, to make up for my lack of letters lately. More up to date than what I told you back when I was a naive little kid anyway.

Yes, I have a motorcycle. It is my baby, and I have no idea how nine-year-old you was able to guess stuff about me so accurately. I am most definitely a bad boy, and I have five different leather jackets that I love to death. I’m trying to quit smoking. It’s bad for your lungs kid, don’t follow my example there. Also, I am so fucking proud of your taste in music. I know I had no sway in it, but the fact that Jagged Stone is your favorite musician instills so much older brother pride in me you don’t even know. My dad (You remember how I said I’m adopted, right? yeah that asshole. Don’t tell him I actually love him, but he’s still an asshole), he grew up with Jagged actually. He still refers to him as Jared, it’s surreal. I will definitely let you ride on my shoulders, even if you’re an adult when we meet. I give no shits. And ice cream is mandatory. Officially. I’m making it mandatory right now.

I hope you’re doing okay when this gets to you, Mari. And keep designing, the sketches you sent me were awesome! That’s some real talent. Don’t let it go to waste if it’s something you love.

Alright, the Doofuses are still staring at me so I better go before one of them snoops and sees the sappy stuff I wrote about them. You are sworn to secrecy about it too, Cupcake. No blabbing.

Jason Todd, Finally Kinda Okay.

Marinette chuckled at that, then put it aside to read the new one from that morning. It was shorter.

Marinette!

I just read your letter from 2013, holy shit let this reach you not long after that. You remember that 2012 letter where I was sappy about my family and shit? I hope you got that one first or else this is gonna be confusing. Anyway, this was written that same day. Are You Okay? If shit gets too bad, for whatever reason, you can always contact me. I know this damn letter thing won’t let me give you a specific way to contact me, not for lack of trying damn it, but I’ll say this: Bruce Wayne isn’t hard to get a hold of. Find a way to contact him if you need my help, and I will be close behind. He knows how to contact me. No matter what, Cupcake. I don’t care if you think you’re being stupid or dramatic or whatever lies run through your head. Contact him if you need it, and I will come to help you. I promise. Being thirteen sucks, trust me I know, so let me help you.

Jason Todd, Worried As Hell.

Marinette huffed, shaking her head. She wanted to take him up on that offer, but she couldn’t. She had just met the Guardian not too long ago, and he had made it clear that she couldn’t tell anybody about being Ladybug. Not even Jason. She needed to deal with this alone.

Scenes of bloated bodies filled her mind, all the people who had died just the previous day because of Siren. She had had to swim through so many corpses. So many dead, of all ages.

She rushed out onto her balcony, taking in deep breaths of fresh air and letting the sun’s rays warm her up and slowly bring her out of the haze of burning memory. She was fourteen already. She could handle this. Her childhood had died the moment she had been given the Earrings, ripped away from her too early. Her old self had died. Now she was Ladybug, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and she was responsible for the fate of even more than just Paris. She couldn’t let herself fall. Not now, not ever.

The loud roaring of a motorcycle made her jump, and she ran to her railing just in time to see a gorgeous black and red bike come to a tire-screeching halt on the street right under her. The biker, she could tell he was large and covered head to toe in corded muscle even from her spot high above his head, slowly took off his helmet. Black hair with stark white bangs came into view, and startlingly deep blue eyes met hers. Marinette’s breath hitched; it was him. She could tell, his mere eye contact made her feel safe and warm and like… like home had found her. He gave her a roguish grin.

“Come on, Cupcake! I believe I promised you a shoulder ride and ice cream. And you gotta keep me from beating a certain old man into a bloody pulp!”

He knew. Marinette smiled widely, a laugh tearing itself from her throat. Hysteric, overjoyed, free. He knew, and it was okay. She didn’t even have to tell him. She took a few steps back, and then vaulted straight over her railing.

“Catch!”

Jason threw his helmet to the side, running forward just in time for her to land safely in his arms. He glared down at her, but his eyes held no heat. “That was incredibly reckless. I shouldn't be proud, but I am. Don’t do that ever again.”

Marinette giggled. “No promises.”

Jason set her down, picking up his helmet before opening the storage on his bike and tossing her a smaller, pink one. “Sorry it took so long. I wanted to come last year, as soon as I figured out what had made you send that concerning letter, but I was told that I would be an instant Akuma. But after what happened yesterday…” Jason shook his head solemnly. “I knew you’d need a break. Come on, Gotham actually has some amazing ice cream.”

“How are we gonna get to Gotham right away? how did you..?”

Marinette paused, Jason keeping his motorcycle’s storage open just long enough for her to see his Red Hood helmet.

“We got portals for that,” he responded nonchalantly, nobody was nearby to overhear anyway. Marinette looked up when he closed the storage compartment, putting her helmet on.

“Well. Then I’m glad you actually took my rant on the Gotham vigilantes to heart and used my designs, because your old mask was disgustingly ugly.”

Jason rolled his eyes, and waited until she was behind him on the bike before revving it and replying;

“Trust me, I know your feelings on it. Demon Spawn and Replacement teamed up to steal that letter and made copies. Now one is pinned to the fridge and I spent another several hours cleaning up the ones they posted over every inch of my apartment walls.”

“... I approve.”

[imasimpforshanks]

omg I am so sorry I completely forgot to put the alphabet 😅 E C J M T for Shanks for the angst alphabet! thank you and sorry for the mistake! ❤️

Angst Alphabet - Shanks

a/n: hiii! Thank y’all for requesting! To the second anon, I went with Shanks (I hope that’s ok!!!) 💗💗💗

LOLOL THIS MY HUSBANDDDDD 💍😍

A-Accident (would they blame themselves if you died in an accident?)

It would depend on how much he felt he could have prevented it. However, Shanks understands all to well just how cruel the world can be. He can’t constantly be in control of everything, so although it would be devastating, he would have to realize that this is reality.

B-Break up (How would they break up with you?)

Shanks would use the excuse that he is a Yonko. He’s no good for you, and you deserve so much better than an infamous pirate who only brings danger. While these are just excuses - ways to make breaking up with you easier - he really would be speaking from the heart. Shanks has always felt this way but never voiced it, but now it’s finally time to let you go.

C-Crying (how would they make you cry?)

He leaves for long periods of time and refuses to you along. You know he’s only doing it for your safety, but it hurts that he doesn’t think you’re strong or responsible enough to join his crew on their voyages (note: he doesn’t actually think you’re not strong or responsible – his pirate life is just extremely dangerous, even as a yonko).

D-Death (how would they react to your death?)

He’s seen and experienced a lot of death in his life so he’d be a able to cope with it a little better than others would. Even so, your death would still be heart-breaking (he would mourn privately though). Now, if he literally saw you get killed in front of him then RIP to the person who killed you because they will be the one/s to die next.

E-Emotion (what is one emotion they would try to hide the most and how would they do it?)

Shanks is quite an open book. If he’s angry everyone knows. If he’s happy everyone knows (etc.). But, if I really had to pick one… I suppose it would be sadness or grief. He feels obligated to put on a front for his crew (although they can see right through it). He tends to let out his sadness and grief when he’s alone.

F-Fight (do you two ever fight? How big are the fights? What do you fight about? Etc.)

He tends to crack jokes before your fights can escalate into anything too serious. Sometimes it’s intentional, but other times it’s just his personality shining through. And rather than serious fights there’s just a lot of teasing and taunts between the two of you.

If you were to have a serious fight, it would be about both of your safety (As would most fights with any of the One Piece characters).

G-Guilt (what is the biggest thing they feel guilty about?)

More often than not, Shanks finds himself able let go of a LOT of shit. But the one thing he can’t seem to stop feeling guilty about is his failure to show up to Marineford on time. He knows he’s not directly responsible for Ace’s death, but that doesn’t stop the overwhelming guilt. If only he had gotten there a few minutes earlier.

H-Heartbreak (what would cause them pain in the relationship? How would they deal during a break-up?)

Coming back to you after each voyage is something he always looks forward to. However, that happiness is short-lived when he realizes he has to leave again in a few weeks. It’s always so painful having to say goodbye again.

I don’t think he would be too different during a break-up. Perhaps he may crack a few less jokes, but other than that, his personality and demeanour when around others remains the same. It isn’t until he’s alone that he lets his smile fall.

I-Injured (how would they react if you are badly injured?)

Undoubtedly, he’d be concerned, but he knows you’ll pull through (you have to pull through). So, after that initial concern has passed, he’ll be feeling all types of pissed off. Whoever, or whatever, injured you will pay – and honestly, he may not even deal the perpetrator himself (his crew is already on it - you are like family to them).

J-Jealousy (what do they do if they are jealous?)

I honestly think Shanks is just the type of person to just tell you if he’s jealous. But he wouldn’t say “uhh I’m feeling a little jealous” or anything along those lines – no. Instead, Shanks puts on a little pout and does a massive fake sigh until you finally ask him what’s wrong. That’s when he hits you with the “I guess my attention just isn’t enough for you”, and you’re like “HUH?? MF WHAT?” He’s literally such a child HAHA.

But, if there’s one particular person he really does not like you being around and they won’t leave you alone, then he is not at all opposed to just shoving his tongue down your throat right in front of them. That’ll definitely get the message across.

K-Kill (would they kill for revenge?)

Shanks may be a goofy and laid-back individual, but he will resort to violence if the situation calls for it. So, it is very likely that Shanks would kill for revenge. Maybe he wouldn’t necessarily do it himself. But, if he orders it, it’ll definitely happen.

L-Loss (what is their greatest loss?)

Gol D. Roger’s death was probably one of the greatest losses in Shanks’ life. Roger is the reason Shanks is a pirate today, and young shanks was absolutely broken by his death.

(hard to write much for this one seeing as shanks’ character is still quite a mystery to us!)

M-Mistake (what is the worst mistake they ever made with you?)

One time he completely forgot a date night that you spent SO LONG planning. It wasn’t just any date night either. It was a date you planned on his final night before him and his crew had to leave again for a while. You spent hours waiting for to show up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Finally, he showed up at your place, breath reeking of booze. You just looked at him and it hit him (he was like “OH SHIT”). He started apologizing profusely. He didn’t try to make any excuses, he completely owned up to being a shitty boyfriend. But, the moment he knew he had well and truly fucked up was when you just nodded and waved good night to him, wishing him safe travels – you didn’t cry, get visibly angry you just left alone. Shanks knew that was far worse than any yelling.

N-Nightmares (how often do they have them? What are they about? How do they deal with it?)

I literally am not joking when I say this but I think Shanks practically drinks till he passes out so even if he were to get nightmares he wouldn’t wake up LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO (ok maybe I am joking with this one but also kind of not).

In all seriousness though, I don’t think Shanks has nightmares very frequently. It’s gotten to the point where any fear or things of that matter that could be nightmares for him, have become so common in his life that he almost finds it not frightening to think about.

O-Outrage (how and why would they get mad at you?)

He would get mad at you for placing yourself in unnecessary danger. He’d call you stupid and irresponsible, even though he doesn’t really mean any of those things – it’s just the image of him potentially losing you forever is replaying in his mind and it absolutely terrifies him.

P-Past (what has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?)

You saw him get serious serious once before. Like the kind of serious where he uses his conquerors haki and everything. It definitely caused a bit of a change in your relationship as it was terrifying to witness. You’ve always known Shanks was strong and intimidating when needed, but that moment really showed you what it meant when people called him an “emperor of the sea”.

Q-Quality (what is their most dangerous/toxic quality?)

Not wanting to openly express his sadness and grief in front of others can be a very unhealthy quality. Shanks doesn’t allow himself good enough opportunities to express him emotions in a safe and healthy manner.

R-Rejection (how would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around))

(First of all WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO REJECT SHANKS ANYWAY LIKE HUBBA HUBBA I LOVE HIM ANYWHOOOOOOOOO…..) Shanks is the type to just shrug it off. He’d be a little disappointed, bc c’mon the hottest most amazing person he’s ever known just turned him down! But he knows not everything in life goes how you want it to. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and this just happens to be one of the things he’s lost. So ultimately, he’ll just shrug it off. (he will definitely get teased by his crew though).

S-Scars (battle or self-inflicted)

Shanks has no self-inflicted wounds. But he does have a scar across his left eye given to him by Blackbeard. He also has a missing arm which he (heroically) sacrificed as he saved lil Luffys life (does a missing arm even count as a scar?)

T-Trust (have they ever broken your trust?)

He’s never given you any reason to not trust him. He’s always open and honest with you. Well, as honest as he can be without placing you in any danger. Trust was something needed from the get-go of your relationship because he would be gone for long periods of time. The two of you wouldn’t be able to last without trust.

Oh, also if shanks ever did do anything to break your trust you best believe his crew will beat his ass (especially Benn). You’re family to them.

U-Urge (how badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?)

My god does he want to see you. He would give his other arm just to be right by your side in an instant. He’s gone for weeks, sometimes months, at a time. Shanks loves his crew, they’re a lively bunch and he trusts them with his life, and vice versa. But they’re not you. They don’t provide him with that same feeling of home that you do. Sure, this could be fixed if he let you join the crew on their journeys, but he absolutely cannot place you in that kind of danger. You’re already in enough danger as it is simply being in a relationship with him.

V-Vicious (what do they do when they lash out on you?)

Rather than lashing out at you, Shanks tends to give you the silent treatment. He looks at you without a word and just turns away. He does this in an attempt to make you feel guilty and as if everything is your fault.

W-Weak (what makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?)

There isn’t much that makes Shanks feel weak. But, being unable to be near his s/o is one of the few things that does make him feel weak. It’s a constant struggle between wanting to have them around him constantly, but also not wanting to place them in any danger. Ultimately, he decides that not placing them in danger is the better choice, despite how much it pains him.

X-X-ray (what do they hate and show it most obviously?)

Shanks can handle being picked on and ridiculed himself, but he will not tolerate that sort of behaviour towards his friends. The second someone goes after a friend (or someone else he cares about) they are done for.

Y-Yearn (what is one thing that they want but can’t have?)

LMFAOOOOOO WHY DID MY BRAIN AUTOMATICALLY THINK “his arm back” OOP-

I’M SORRY BUT I LITERALLY CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE OTHER THAN HIS ARM HAHAHAHAHAH

Z-Zero (what do they do/say in your dying moments?)

He’d try to crack a few jokes to at least help you feel better. Other than that, he just tries to make the most of your final moments together.

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

Hi hi! i think you said asks were open in your newest post? If not feel free to ignore this lol

I would love to see headcannons of an MC who, though acting brave, gets very scared of the brothers

example after lucifer and the grimoire and such? like MC slowly becomes MORE scared of them, and tries to hide it, but it's getting obvious that theyre scared if that makes sense lol 💖

Ahhhhh, sorry this took longer than it necessarily should have! I feel like I was much closer to what you wanted with this request than the other, so hopefully you'll enjoy it too ❤️

GN MC THAT PROGRESSIVELY FEARS THE BROTHERS

Living with demons is hard, especially when they're the rulers of hell, err, the Devildom.

Sure, there's the implication they're not supposed to hurt or do anything harmful to you, as you have the safety of being an exchange student, but that veil of ignorance was quickly lifted before even the two week mark of living with these brothers.

You've tried getting along with them, and for the most part you've been successful, but a few circumstances have arisen that have reminded you that these boys are dangerous demons... and you're the human that keeps poking the three-headed dog while it sleeps.

Mammon:

You're not so much scared of what Mammon could physically do, but you're paranoid that he goes into your room and rummages in your belongings and personal keepsakes. Your room is the only thing you have that you can claim as your own, and it's your sanctuary, despite it being in the brothers' house.

Of course, the brothers will periodically just barge in without alerting you by asking or knocking, but you've grown okay with that. You're at least in your room and able to see what they do in there. There are a few occasions Levi or Satan might mention going into your bedroom to retrieve a video game or book they had loaned you, but you make sure to put their item on the dresser by the entrance, so they don't have to venture too far in. You're okay with that.

You're not okay, however, with Mammon when he goes into your room unannounced. Hell, you're not totally comfortable with him being in your room unattended if he does give you a heads-up.

You know how kleptomaniac Mammon can be. You've heard enough complaints and stories to know how relentless Mammon can be in his search for anything that could give him a few Grimm from his brothers. You've talked with this greedy demon about items he's stolen, witnessed thefts a few times too.

So, you feel something akin to victimized when Mammon goes into your room without your permission or you being there. Your room emits this vibe of disturbance, and it bothers you because you don't know what might be missing or "borrowed". It troubles you more because now your room feels foreign again, like the atmosphere was plagued by essences that you know aren't yours. Your anxiety swells with paranoia, fear, and mistrust again.

Leviathan:

Oh, for the most part, you don't have much conflict with Levi anymore. Once you made a pact with the otaku demon he relaxed a lot more and invited you to hang out in his room to play games or fuss about animation qualities in animes or gush about his favorite manga characters.

It's just that after that contest of who was the bigger TSL fan and Levi, enveloped by jealousy and fury, came at you with the intent to seriously harm you, you've had this overly-suspicious fear in the back of your mind, itching your paranoia that it could happen again.

You've learned that Levi's demon form is easily triggered by extreme feelings, rather that's excitement, irritability, or the emotion he avatars over, and you can't help be irritationally cautious when that happens. It's a reflex from the panic that engraved itself into your psyche for self-preservation.

If you weren't so anxious about another envy-fueled incident involving your life you might find Levi's excitement for the stuff he loves more endearing and cute.

Beelzebub:

If you hadn't seen how destructive Beel's tantrums over food firsthand could be you might find it hard to believe this relaxed and mostly uninvolved brother would have such a temper... but you did experience it, so you do believe it.

It was a custard! They're so easy to get more of, but Beel immediately flew off the handle and wouldn't see reasoning, lashing out and destroying the kitchen. If Mammon hadn't pulled you down with him to the floor as Beel started his outraged tantrum you're positive you would have been collateral damage too, like your poor room that was unfortunately placed on the other side of the kitchen wall.

It was a terrifying sight to behold, seeing the kitchen torn asunder and reduced to broken walls, obliterated cabinets, and smashed counters, with kitchen utensils and ruined cookware being sent into flight and raining down, razor-sharp and shattered into broken edges that could easily pierce flesh.

That moment of destruction lingers, along with the intense emotion of fright, triggered whenever Beel complains about being hungry or when he meets your gaze at the table during times to eat. You immediately offer your unfinished plate to him, which he happily accepts and consumes in seconds, to appease the Avatar of Gluttony's temper.

Asmodeus:

Asmo's promiscuity and salaciousness are what unnerve you the most. He's the Avatar of Lust, so obviously you were already on your defense, but you've seen glimpses beyond the surface level to what Asmo can be like. That's what intrigues you about him, and you try to focus on those bits that slip past his perfectionistic lifestyle and narcissistic personality. At the same time, however, this is the cause of your near downfalls when Asmo tries to allure you with his physical prowess.

He's tried a few times to charm you, and you feel this invasive power trying to persuade you to give into your raw and sexual temptations, or this tugging sensation that tries to attract you beyond what you feel is comfortable. The repulsed response is usually what repels you from the power Asmo tries to flaunt over you.

He usually huffs after his failed attempt but quickly rebounds by placing his hands around you and trying to embrace you himself, which Mammon, prompted by his denied feelings and jealousy, usually intercepts in your honor.

There's a few times you've worried yourself nauseous Asmo will corner you, and you won't be able to save yourself from his lustful persuasion. There's also the couple of times he's mentioned eating your heart, so that's also worrisome.

Satan:

There's no questions that you secretly fear Satan, more specifically his wrath. You slighted him once before, and the threat he imposed upon you while you were trapped between his demonic form and an over-stuffed bookcase was enough to brand itself to your soul as a reminder.

As docile as Satan may appear with his affection for cats, deep interest for detective shows, and shared affinity of books he could and, possibly, would rip you apart and lavish in the blood that wept from your lacerated flesh and tension of your bones rebelling before snapping satisfactory in halves and thirds.

Other than that, Satan is much easier to hang out with compared to his brothers, except when he gets that cruel temperament to torment Lucifer, which you exempt yourself from if the pranks are too excessive.

Belphegor:

Terror has never seeped into your soul like this before. Your anxiety spikes to levels you've never experienced before when Belphie plops down next to you on the couch or tries to start up a conversation. Your fight, flight, freeze, or fawn system goes haywire, and you become petrified, unable to respond properly.

You either stay away from Belphie altogether or stay glued to one of the other brothers, Mammon or Beel preferably. Just in case.

Just in case Belphie's lament arises again in the form of murderous hate, gleeful contempt clouding his eyes, as his hands find their way to your neck that remembers the tight embrace his fingers engraved into the nerves of your throat, the ghostly suffocating that chokes you up sometimes if you become too immersed in the memory of a body that hadn't belonged to you.

You're also sure you remember an aching in your ribs and spine that causes you to shiver sometimes, but you're not sure if you experienced that in a dream or illusion of the timeline merging. It still bothers you all the same.

For such a sweet face and quiet voice, Belphie is a demon that decieves, and you're better off staying away from him until you're over your PTSD. If that's possible.

Lucifer:

How many times has he almost killed you? Twice or three times? Enough to be too many and to penetrate your core with panic and trepidation whenever you see that sly smile that forms on his lips. It doesn't have to be directed at you, but it's enough to launch you into a panic attack that you barely keep under control.

That safety guard of being a representative from the human world and exchange student mean nothing when you test it by being a busybody in affairs that definitely don't involve you over and over again, especially when it's the pride and dignity of Lucifer being tested.

You hear your lesson but never learn, and unconsciously you must be masochistic for how many times you've brushed death with Lucifer's anger, but you keep pushing the limits.

You can't help going to Mammon's defense when you feel Lucifer is only targeting him for personal reasons or standing up to his ego when you feel he's going over his limits. Your bravery is stupidity though, and you feel your courageous backbone turn into a central nerve system of adrenaline and fear. You're just too stubborn and self-righteous to let Lucifer do as he pleases, but that doesn't mean you're not scared out of your wits.

You've gained an intuition for when Lucifer is approaching or silently comes up from behind you, and it sends a shiver down your back almost every time you're alone together.

If you have any headcanons that you want me to write, please send them my way! I enjoy writing these out. NSFW is okay, but please know I might not do it if I don’t like it. ❤️