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marauder-misprint · 4 months ago

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hello hello tis me again, the regulus fanatic. im not aware if you saw my message yet but i ADORED your regulus fic and so i’ve prepared another if you’d like

get this, regulus x (once again, im obsessed) whimsy slytherin reader where she’s touchy and affectionate towards everyone especially close friends and one day regulus finally works up the nerve to ask her iut and shes just like ‘sure😃’ thinkings its just a normal day and reggies just acting weird

cut to like a week later when regulus leans in for a kiss and readers all like ‘WHOA😲’ cue awkward conversation about how they’ve been dating fir a week then readers rushes to tell everyone because she’s been pining for him for YEARS

sorry if thats a lot and have a wonderful wonderful morning evening and night!

Hello again! I had so much fun writing this! ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎Still getting used to whimsy!reader so I hope it's okay that reader is highkey a yapper. They are both pining in this and just, augh! Fluff.

My turn to yap: I had a similar situation to this when I was younger. Fully convinced I was dating this guy for a few weeks before finding out that he had a girlfriend and he thought we were just "hanging out" despite going to very date-like places.

This story is nothing like my experience - Thank you for this very cute request ❤︎

Mr. 'Allergic to touching'

Regulus Black x Whimsical!reader

4k words

cw: fluff, pining,

Personal space isn’t a concept you’re familiar with. Well, it is but you like being in everyone’s, especially those you are close friends with. You’ll lean over the backs of chairs and couches as your friends sit in them, often reading or occasionally doing homework. You are always holding hands with your friends as you walk to class together. When you are relaxing somewhere, you are either draped over someone’s lap or pulling them into yours. That is just the edge of it too. You greet everyone with a hug, even if you are meeting them for the first time. It is just how you are. And you are blissfully unaware of how it bugs some people.

Regulus, however, isn’t one of those people. Everyone expects him to be with his cold demeanor, how he snaps at first years for being too loud, and the fact that he doesn’t tolerate that amount of touching from anyone else. There is something about your touch that makes Regulus feel warm and content. That’s why he doesn’t mind it, but he won’t tell anyone that. Barty and Evan would call him ‘soft’ if they heard that. It would be even worse if they knew how Regulus fully feels about you; they know that he’s friends with you and tolerates your touches, but that’s all they know.

Still, the idea of having your gentle touches and words of affection to himself makes Regulus smile. It’s a vice, he tells himself. He’s supposed to keep a plain expression, to be indifferent toward frivolities of his peers and their petty drama. You have a knack for breaking his resolve, especially when it’s lap you’ve laid down in or his chair you’re leaning over to see what page he’s on in his book.

“Oi, Regulus, you coming?” Barty calls from across the common room.

“Yes,” he replies dryly from where he is sitting near the fireplace.

Your friends are going to the library in an attempt to study and actually get something done. A group of third years playing exploding snap in the common room wasn’t allowing any of them to focus. Dorcas had been the one to angrily slam her hands into her book and swear at the younger students, and then you suggested the library. At least Dorcas would be able to study there. Regulus assumes that he’ll end up sitting across from you, or next to you, and he won’t be able to focus.

Regulus follows behind the group. You’re in the middle holding hands with Pandora. You have a floral print tote bag slung over your shoulder that likely has Pandora’s things in it as well. Maybe he’d be the one holding your hand and carrying the bag one day… And now he’s smiling.

“Excited to write that essay for Slughorn or something?” Barty asks, falling into step with Regulus.

The smile disappears as quickly as it appeared. “Because essence of dittany uses is such an interesting topic,” he says sarcastically.

“You’re the one who was smiling, mate. Something made you crack.”

“Remembered something funny. Merlin forbid…” Regulus gives Barty a sideways glance, hoping that his answer would satiate him.

Barty just flexes his eyebrows and adjusts his stride to match Evan’s. Regulus doesn’t mind that the rest of the walk is silent for him. The rest of his friends, including you, take part in livelier conversations, but Regulus is content just listening in.

Just as he predicted, you sit down next to Regulus in the library. You place a hand on his arm.

“Could you help me with this Charms assignment? Unless you’re doing Potions with Junior?” you ask.

He had already finished that assignment, but it is you asking. How could he say no to you?

“It’d be my pleasure. Have you started it?”

You shake your head.

“Alright. That’s no problem. Let’s get the books you need.”

He stands up and you follow him into the shelves. You hum to yourself as he selects a few books. You like how easily he finds everything in the library and that he just knows which books you’ll need for the assignment. He doesn’t hold them out for you to carry. You see it as a polite gesture. Regulus is just nice like that.

Back at the table, Dorcas is working earnestly on her homework. Evan, Barty and Pandora are having a hushed discussion that gets even quieter as you and Regulus retake your seats. Regulus starts flipping through the books to find the pages you’d need to reference. You watch him for a minute before realizing that you should be taking the assignment out.

Once you look ready, Regulus moves one of the books right in front of you and explains which part of the assignment the passage relates to. Instinctively, you scoot your chair impossibly closer to his. Regulus tenses slightly; being so close to you will certainly make focusing on your assignment. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. You don’t notice. You’re too focused on trying to understand the point of a knitting charm.

“But I can knit. I enjoy knitting. Why would I bother learning a charm to do it for me?” you ask in a defeated voice.

“Well, what if I needed something knitted? I don’t know how to knit,” Regulus says in a fairly quiet voice, being that you are in the library.

You tilt your head slightly and rest your chin on your hand. “I could knit it for you. I’m quite good. Remember that shirt I knitted for Cas’ girlfriend?”

You casually leave out that you charged Dorcas for the shirt. You wouldn’t charge Regulus. If he needed something, you’d be more than willing to make it for him.

“Then it’s for all the poor sods who don’t know the same wonderful people I do,” he says before realizing that he’s just called you wonderful. Outloud. To your face.

His face burns in embarrassment.

“Oh, you’re so sweet!” you coo, hugging Regulus and being completely oblivious to the red shade of his face. Then you school your own emotions and turn back to your assignment. “Right, poor sods who are lonely and friendless.”

Regulus puts all of his attention on the assignment. He needs to ignore the way his body still feels your warmth minutes after you let him go.

“Right, ‘m bored. Kitchens?” Barty announces after some time.

Pandora and Evan agree immediately and stand up. Dorcas waves them off, still working on her homework. The three don’t even wait for you or Regulus to respond. You both had your heads down, exchanging whispers about your assignment. Regulus is trying not to think about how close you are, and you’re grateful that Regulus is being so patient with you.

After a while, Dorcas excuses herself and says she’ll see you back in the common room. It’s just you and Regulus now. You’ve almost finished your assignment. You’re tired of it, if you’re being honest. You would have given up a while ago if it was anyone else helping you, but it’s Regulus so you’re trying your best to stay focused.

“And you’re done!” Regulus says with a small smile. “You did it.”

“Thanks to you,” you tell him. “I would’ve turned in a half-finished assignment.”

“Do you do that often?”

You shrug. “When the assignment is stupid and pointless.”

Regulus chuckles softly as he stands up to put the books back. He wasn’t expecting you to follow him into the shelves but you did. You don’t say anything, rather humming to yourself again and watching Regulus. You like the way he carries himself and he’s just pretty in general so who wouldn’t want to watch him? Once your things are packed up from the table, you walk back to the common. In your usual fashion, you’re holding onto Regulus’ arm, which means you’ve unintentionally disabled his ability to think clearly.

“Sorry you didn’t get to work on your Potions essay,” you say.

“Don’t be. I wouldn’t have made much progress on it anyway.”

“You know, I find dittany to be quite pretty. Wish it grew naturally around here. My mum grows them at home, a large section of our garden actually. It’d actually be helpful if our dorms weren’t in the dungeons. Then I could grow it in our dorms. I’m sure Pandora agrees with me,” you ramble and you keep going.

Regulus can’t help his smile as he listens to you. He fully meant what he told Barty earlier; he didn’t find dittany, nor its essence, all that interesting. Your appreciation for the plant? He’d be willing to write down every word that was coming out of your mouth. Before you start to descend down the final staircase before the common room, Regulus puts a hand on yours where it's holding onto his arm. His gut is telling him it’s now or never.

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” he asks, his voice steady but stomach flipping with nerves.

“Of course! If the weather’s anything like last weekend, it’s going to be beautiful out. Although, I wouldn’t mind if it was a tad less windy.”

“It was windy last weekend, wasn’t it?”

“It was.”

You give his arm a little squeeze before you head down the stairs and into the common room. Once in the common room though, you spot Pandora and Dorcas and rush over to them. Regulus doesn’t mind your sudden departure. The warmth of you on his arm not only lingers, but the fact that you agreed to go on a date with him? He could catch a snitch without his broom. His smile doesn’t falter as he strolls through the common room and disappears into his dorm.

“Oi, you’re smiling again,” Barty says when Regulus sits down at his desk with the intent to work on that stupid Potions essay.

“Smiling illegal now?” he deadpans.

“No… but it’s weird when you do it. You’re not a smiler.”

Regulus doesn’t answer, but he knows what Barty means. He can’t help it though. You agreed to go on a date with him.

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You meet Regulus at breakfast on Saturday, dressed nicely and casually at the same time. Regulus outdressed you easily, but that was to be expected. Even his most casual outfits tended to be more formal and expensive. He is a Black, afterall.

Regulus did eventually tell Barty about the date. After some teasing in their dorm, Regulus managed to convince him to not make a big deal about it. If it didn’t go well, Regulus didn’t want everyone knowing about it. He fully hopes it’ll go well, but given the chance it doesn’t, he wants to be able to move past it without any issues.

You grab Regulus’ hand when you leave for Hogsmeade. Holding his hand rather than his arm makes Regulus’ heart pound in his chest – oh, the effects you have on him.

“Do you need to go into Spintwitches? Didn’t you say you were running low on broom polish?” you ask.

Regulus stares at you for a moment before nodding. He barely remembers having said that sometime this week, before he even asked you out. He appreciates that you actually pay attention to what he says more than he can express.

“Okay, so we’ll go there and then, if you don’t mind, can we walk around Tomes and Scrolls? I’ve been talking to the owner about expanding his stock on Divination products and I want to see if he’s got anything in yet.”

“Erm, yeah. Anywhere you want to go, darling.”

Even though you’re on a date and holding hands, Regulus’ face still heats up when he realizes he let a pet name slip. He silently thanks the fates that Barty and Evan didn’t “just happen” to tag along today; if they had heard him call you that, Regulus would never hear the end of it. While you notice him looking away from you, to hide the blush, you don’t think much of it. It’s just an odd quirk that he’s been doing around you more and more.

Regulus tries to not take too much time in Spintwitches. He only ever uses one brand of polish, but since he’s buying it, he has to mentally debate if he needs more rags or a sharpener for his tail-twig clippers. He decides against both. The whole time in the store, you held onto his hand until he needed it to get out his money to pay.

You swing his arm a little bit as you head to Tomes and Scrolls. As soon as you step into the shop, you pull Regulus toward a “New!” stand. Regulus feels apprehensive as he eyes the stand. It has more mainstream Divination books, but also ones that are more focused on crystal energies and aura readings. Regulus has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from scoffing at a “Nargle Repellant Kit.” He is fairly certain that nargles don’t exist. You scan the whole stand, even dropping Regulus’ hand for the second time so you could crouch to see the lower items.

“This is brilliant!” you exclaim, pulling out a book with depictions of constellations and crystals on its cover. “Dora will be thrilled when I show her this!”

You almost make a comment about how you’re surprised that she didn’t come today. It’s rarely ever just you and Regulus. You like that it is, but the point still stands. It’s not common.

You grab two more books and head to the register. When the owner tells you the cost, you go to grab your money, but before you can even open your coin purse, Regulus has placed the correct amount on the counter.

“Oh, I could’ve gotten that,” you say, a bit shocked.

“It’s my treat.”

“Then thank you, kind sir.”

Regulus gives you a soft smile and takes the bagged books from the owner. It wasn’t your tote of school supplies, but it was close enough – Regulus would carry it until you returned to the common room.

“Anywhere else you want to go or should we go for butterbeers?” Regulus asks.

“Hmmm…” you hum, taking Regulus’ hand again and giving it a squeeze. “Butterbeers. And then Honeydukes before we go back to the castle. I will eat all my Bertie Beans in the Three Broomsticks if we stop at Honeydukes first.”

Regulus chuckles. “That I know. Nothing like butterbeer to wash down the delightful flavor of earwax.”

You giggle and squeeze his hand again. The Three Broomsticks is busy, which isn’t surprising in any way. You find a booth for the two of you and a small wave of guilt falls over you. It feels wrong to take up an entire booth with just two of you. You make a mental note to invite any of your friends over if you see them.

“Tell me, how did you get Mr. Brown to order these books?” Regulus asks, patting the Tomes and Scrolls bag next to him.

“It was so difficult. But really, I think Dora and I just wore him down. You know, asking and asking for these type of books and telling him it’s vital to our education. Little bit of forgery…”

“Forgery?” Regulus repeats.

“Well, he wanted a note from Professor Dawntry saying that they were necessary, or beneficial at least. And do you think she’d write that? No. So… we took it upon ourselves to write it. It’s all thanks to Junior for forging her signature. I think that really sold it to Mr. Brown.”

Regulus smirks. “And what if he ever talks to Dawntry in person? Asks her about the books that she’s endorsed?”

“I already purchased the books, silly,” you say with an affectionate eye roll. “You purchased the books technically. But what’s he going to do? Force me to return them?”

“I suppose business is business.”

“Exactly! And it’s not like I’m requesting books on the Dark Arts.”

Then you start to explain the more intricate details about this particular branch of Divination that you’re looking into and how the Hogwarts library only has so many books on it. You’ve even read the books on it that are in the Restricted Section with real notes from Professor Dawntry.

“That’s where we got the signature for Junior to copy,” you say.

Regulus nods and you continue. He’s more than fascinated while listening to you ramble. He hopes his staring is more ‘attentive listener’ than ‘creepy stalker’ or ‘you have something on your face.’

You’re pleased that Regulus doesn’t look bored with you right now. You’ve talked about this subject in the past to a variety of people and most of them give you skeptical looks and try to change the subject. And then there are the few who look more bored than the average student in Professor Binns’ class. Regulus is just attentive and it fuels the butterflies in your stomach.

After a few butterbeers, Regulus hands Madam Rosmerta a few galleons before you head over to Honeydukes.

“I can pay you back for that,” you say, once again reaching for your coin purse before Regulus puts his hand on your arm.

“Don’t. Told you, it’s my treat.”

“What? The whole day? Reg, you already got my books!”

“I invited you, darling. Today’s on me.”

A faint blush dusts your cheeks. “Damn, you should invite me to Hogsmeade more often.”

That’s the plan, Regulus thinks. He feels it would’ve been too forward, too flirty to say out loud, but it is the plan. If today continues to go well, he plans on being your Hogsmeade date quite often and being your date to the Yule Ball and asking you to wear his extra jersey to quidditch games and being your study buddy and… He is getting ahead of himself. He needs to finish the first date strong before he can plan out the rest of your relationship.

You don’t take long in Honeydukes. Both of you know exactly which sweets you want and where they are. Having stopped there every visit since you started going to Hogsmeade in third year, it’s a well rehearsed visit. Once more, Regulus pays for your things. You don’t protest at all this time, knowing that he’ll insist that it’s his treat. It’s a tad bizarre the longer you think about it; you don’t recall him paying for anyone else that often. Usually when the whole group goes to the Three Broomsticks, everyone throws a galleon or a few sickles on the table before you leave, based on how much each drinks or if someone ordered food. Your solution? Just don’t think about it. He’s being nice and you don’t complain when someone is being extra nice to you. Definitely not when it’s Regulus.

On the way back to the castle, you tell Regulus about the games you used to play with cousins using Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. Some of the games you’ve played at Hogwarts through the years, but your cousins have their own rules and methods of telling the flavors apart. Regulus tells you about the Chocolate Eternals that Sirius would sneak him when they were younger.

“He’d have to remind me not to chew them every time. Mum’s only given me enough to get two so we each get one. They don’t melt. Make it last.”

You give him a slightly pitiful look. “I guess sweets weren’t too common growing up?”

“No. Mother believes they are for special occasions and even then, they are limited… Come to think of it, I’m not sure Mother actually gave Sirius the money for the chocolates. He probably nicked it from her purse.”

Regulus chuckles at the idea and you’re glad the conversation returns to its previous light-hearted nature. Regulus is able to keep his unspoken promise to carry your things all the way back to the common room.

“Thanks for everything, Reg,” you say, giving Regulus a hug before taking your things back to your dorm.

Regulus smiles to himself as he heads back to his. He feels proud of himself. He had a great first date with you and you seemed to enjoy yourself.

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Regulus starts placing himself next to you as much as he can. Or, at least, that’s what it feels like. You’re not complaining by any means. It’s nice and you like it. It’s just different. But you do notice that he’s becoming more relaxed around you, more himself. There have even been a few times where it’s just the two of you and you fall into easy conversation.

After dinner on Friday evening, you sit next to Regulus on the plush couch in the common room. He’s got out the Transfiguration textbook, clearly doing the assigned reading. You have no intention of doing so. Regulus becomes less stiff as you sit down. It’s a miniscule change but you notice it. You scooch closer to Regulus and he moves his arm around you, holding you closer into his side.

Pandora and Barty, having witnessed this, exchange curious glances. Regulus had told Barty that the date went well and he just assumed you were on the same page, that you are now dating. You had told Pandora about Regulus buying and how sweet he was the entire time, followed with a desperate ‘Do you think he might like me?’ Both Pandora and Barty had never seen Regulus put his arm around someone like that and he definitely never pulled someone in closer to him. His apparent tolerance of touches applying to only you was one thing; this was a whole new level.

“You smell good,” you mutter into his chest.

“Hm, thank you,” Regulus says quietly.

Then he musters all his courage and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Your eyes go wide and you sit up, staring at him. Pandora and Barty have similar looks of surprise on their faces. Their quiet and previously boring evening in the common room just got interesting.

“You… just… You kissed…” you stutter out.

You’re unable to actually finish your thought. You aren’t completely oblivious. You know that Regulus doesn’t give affection.

“Erm, is that okay?” he asks, suddenly looking bashful and unsure of himself.

“You don’t… You don’t… do that?” you say, sounding very, very unsure of what just happened.

He wets his lips nervously. “I thought it’d be okay, with you, you know, since we’re dating?”

You sit up even straighter.

“We are?” you gasp.

Regulus’ face burns bright red and out of the corner of your eye, you can see Barty trying not to fall out of his chair with suppressed laughter.

“Since when?” you add.

“Last week? I asked you on a date and it went well? At least, I thought it went well… I had a good time. Did you not?”

You gasp louder and throw yourself at Regulus, burying him in a hug.

“Merlin, I didn’t realize! No, it did go well!” You pull back from him with the widest grin he has ever seen. “You like me?”

Regulus adjusts himself next to you, turning slightly to be more facing you. So apparently you weren’t on the same page about everything, but you seemed open to it.

“He doesn’t go around kissing everyone, sweetheart,” Barty chimes in, earning himself a glare from Regulus.

“Is that why you paid for everything? Because it was a date?” you ask Regulus.

He nods and you pull him into another hug.

“So we’re dating,” you say.

“If that’s okay with you?” Regulus says, still sounding unsure of himself.

You pull back again and this time it’s you nodding. Then you get off the couch and practically jump onto Pandora’s lap.

“Did you hear, Dora? I’m dating Regulus!” you say happily. “Oh, I need to find Dorcas! She needs to know!”

And you are bounding away in search of your friend. You don’t hesitate to tell everyone that you pass that you’re dating Regulus Black, yes, the Regulus Black. You can’t help it – you’re just so excited that this yearslong crush has manifested into something real.

“About time too,” Pandora says once you’ve disappeared up the stairs toward the girls’ dormitories. “She’s been smitten with you for years.”

“I’d say you’re perfect for each other. Mr. ‘Allergic to touching’ and Ms. ‘Always touching,’” Barty adds.

Regulus throws a pillow at Barty, which sends him into a cackling fit. Barty knows that Regulus must really like you to let him get away with that comment. After all, Regulus could’ve thrown his Transfiguration book at him.

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yllwjktscult · 3 months ago

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!!!! SPOILERS FOR FINALE OF SEASON 3 OF YLLWJKTS !!!!!

NO but can we please fucking talk about how it was all planed? how the hunt was planed to distract shauna all along, so nat can go and call for help?

The fact that all the girls were willing to die just for others to go home? even if it was planned that van will mess with the cards so hannah would pick it, but still! they didnt know that for sure and all participated in that, they willingly decided to go with it.

How Akilah literally killed her animals, that meant so much to her and pretended to not know whats going on so they HAVE to hunt to distract shauna from the whole plan they made behind her back?

Can we please talk about how they all pretended to hunt mari? to buy nat time and occupy shauna? If they wanted to they would hunt her in a second, because we all saw how good they got with hunting this season.

How Hannah and Nat literally exchanged clothes after that scene so shauna wont know where nat actually is?

How it was actually Hannah who butchered and prepared Mari the whole time? Meanwhile nat was walking to the mountain? probably the whole day rest of the day, night and again day? nonstop? so she could go to the highest mountain for signal?

How maris death was actually an incident and that Lottie actually warned her by saying "do you see where we are? you have been here already mari" lottie warned mari but in lottie type of way and mari was too focused on surviving/adrenalin to catch on that and told her to fuck off.

Or how Gen literally tried to distract shauna and leading away Taissa and how even melissa as well decided to distract shauna from the hunt to try and choke her to death?

How we can see multiple foot prints on the ground in the snow, to make shauna confused where mari actually went? how it was probably the other girls buying mari time.

They ALL tried to distract shauna from the plan and hunting mari down, noone wanted Mari to die, fuck they all loved eachother and didnt want that at all. But they did that in order for their plan to work out (and it did). They didnt want to hurt mari. she was just a decoy to distract shauna, once again.. they didnt want that to happen at all.

Mari was actually a sacrifice, she was part of the plan, but my poor girl got fucked by shauna one last time because that fucked up bison decided to step and ruin the rotation of the cards.

IM GONNA THROW UP MARI YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ALIVE

i dont even know if im making sense but i just need to get this off my chest, because i cant- this episode was so fucking good i feel like i might kms about how perfect, incredible and amazing the episode was, every single second was so fucking good, and dont get me start about the adult time line- DOPICI FUCKING YES SHAUNA YOU ARE A PSYCHOPATH AND YOU LITERALLY JUST ADMITTED THAT BY SAYING YOU WERE HAVING FUN-

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savi-our · 7 months ago

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Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 3 ft. Horrortale

Its 3 am- This... this is over 3k words.... I'm both cooking and cooked apparently bc this is even longer and more detailed than the last part, I honestly dont know what came over me. The ending is a bit rushed and im posting this half asleep and barely able to make sense of whether or not any of this is actually good but i wanted to post it before going off to sleep - i do hope you enjoy it though, even if by this point im not sure you can call it an anti harem... maybe ill explore that bit more in the next part.... (p.s. i would love love looove to hear you guy's thoughts on what ive cooked up here so please leave a comment if youre inclined to <3)

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It had been a few weeks since the attack on the monster settlement and your work kept you busy. Black and Mutt had both been a welcome new change as far as your experience in monsters went, the three of you seemed to grow closer by the day - sharing the mutual burdens of your job whenever you had any amount of free time. You and Black formed a good professional relationship, often sharing insights on the progress of monster integration into the world outside, and Mutt - albeit avoidant, seemed to develop an interest in watching you whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. He even sometimes visited you whenever his brother had been busy, coming to your office to slump on your couch and waste away his free time, scrolling through his phone and trying not to get caught staring at you while you filed away paperwork.

It was on a particularly early morning that you had arrived at your office, still dazed from your lack of sleep when a new case appeared at your desk. You rarely did personal requests, but this one you could hardly refuse as it had come from one of the joint rulers of the Underground.

Queen Toriel summoned you, and you listened as she told you her concerns about a particular percentage of her population having an especially difficult time with the integration process. You picked up on the finer details of her request - unspoken words to her plea.

You were aware of the spatial anomaly that had caused the particular brand of chaos that was currently plaguing Monsterkind, a rift that had caused a collision of alternates and pulled them all here. It was a guarded secret among the higher ranking officials, the details shared only to those who were known to be trusted - or to those who were smart enough to see beyond the fragile lie. You were both you supposed, the Archmage themselves requested your insight into the matter, and you offered to consult wherever you could. It didn't surprise you that the Queen turned to you for assistance - involved as you were in the matter.

You agreed to her request, you could hardly refuse considering the high brand on the paperwork, the signature of the Archmage looped in finer print at the corner of the page. You left promptly, assigning a trusted associate of yours to man the office while you were gone, unfortunately the urgency of your task bid no time to waste so you left without notifying the two skeletons that had seemed to be stuck in your orbit as of late, but that was the nature of things when you had such a demanding position.

You were relocated into the depths of the Underground, a rather lavish apartment greeting you in the shadow of the castle of the royal families, but you had little time to waste, the faster you got to work the smoother the integration process would be.

You met with those currently overseeing the progress of the whole thing, a joint department consisting of monsters, humans and mages - social workers, professors, doctors, therapists and volunteers - all with ample experience concerning the more particular quirks that came with joining cultures and assessing risks where there were any. Your status would do you more harm than good here - you realize early on, advised by the royal court to take a more personal approach as you shed down your heavy coats and branded insignias - monsters in the underground were still rather wary of mages, especially ones as infamous as you. You took on the faux position of a well renowned inspector, and set yourself to figuring out what the problem was and how best to solve it.

It was there that you met them, two new yet rather familiar faces that were introduced to you as the spokespersons for the rebuffed population, Twilight and Dusk by name.

Twilight was large, even by monster standards, a lean silhouette that towered over any others in the room with a set of jagged teeth and a weathered look to his eyes. His appearance however, seemed to be rather misleading. He was friendly, overly so, extending his hand to you in his introduction as he shook yours with a controlled precision, his crooked grin lifted, delighted to meet a new face among the many who were already so familiar over his long stay in the program. He was chatty, friendly even, a social butterfly that delighted in telling you about the many state of affairs that flitted about the establishment. There were some quirks however… every now and again he confused words, voiced idioms that you could hardly make sense of - something about frisbees. He had ticks, nervous habits and moments of sudden cautious anxiety that brought concerns to your mind, there were times where he seemed almost manic, a rattling in his bones as he flitted about the room as if trying to burn off excess magic, trying to keep his hands and mind occupied.

Then there was Dusk. Like his brother he was considerably larger than the average monster. He was bulkier, bigger, an imposing presence in the room that set even your nerves on edge. He seemed dangerous, more than any of the other monsters you've come across, something in your mind whispered caution as you introduced yourself. The best word you could use to describe Dusk was heavy, both literally and metaphorically. He dragged his words as if he practically pulled them from the depths of his mind, his movements were slow, weighed almost by some unforeseen force you could not comprehend, and every now and again he lost focus, a single red eyelight dilated and staring promptly into nothing. His mind was both sharp and slow at the same time, he often shared insights that were surprising in their outside perspective, he commented on things that others had passed by in their expertise - drawing attention to underlying issues that had been overlooked due to the fact that nobody had really thought of them as issues before he made comment. He had a finer eye for detail, but at the same time there were moments where he'd lose his train of thought, a byproduct of his severe head wound no doubt, words forgotten on the tip of his tongue - moments like those seemed frustrate him quite badly, his fingers pulled on his one blank eye socket in quiet irritation. On his better days he'd make offhanded puns that were rather dark in theme - cannibalism seemed to be a favorite of his. On his bad days his voice turned cold, words sharp as his grin pulled on his face almost maniacally, he was tense, guarded like a cornered dog ready to bare teeth.

It had taken you some time to get situated in your new environment, you spent your days meeting with the other monsters who shared similar ailments to both Twilight and Dusk, consulting with the people directly responsible for their integration process and finding correlations between things that worked best and those that didn't work at all. A common pattern in all of those monsters became clear days after your assignment, the heightened cases of sudden anxiety and panic attacks. It was odd to you for some reason, it wouldn't be unnatural for this particular batch of alternates to suffer from such things, considering what you knew they had gone through back in their own reality, but something about it seemed odd.

You investigated your suspicions further, repeatedly meeting monsters and doctors alike, questioning them about the intricacies of their ailments, trying to garner light on the plausible cause for the widespread issue. Twilight seemed eager to help you, he often accompanied you in your search for more information, more knowledge, and his assistance proved quite useful - when you questioned him as to why he seemed so willing to assist you, he responded with an abashed admission - a want to help the monsters who were struggling most finally see the light of day, to taste the fresh air of the outside world, they had been stuck underground for too long. He often stayed with you after hours, organizing papers and research as you delved into the mystery with a hyper focused obsessiveness. You found you always became like this, obsessive over things you could not define or explain, it was that part of you that had helped you rise in power as fast as you had, starved for answers, eager to explore and redefine the things unknown to you- it was almost nostalgic in a way.

Twilight had a talent for filling blanks in your knowledge, unfamiliar territory as this was he often offered you more insight in the particularities of monster illnesses and behavioral patterns that you were not privy to. You often asked him for clarifications and added depth to your research and he provided them eagerly - either through his own knowledge or systematically organized interviews and research papers that were color coordinated and alphabetized neatly on your desk. He had a knack for organization that one, but you couldn't help but notice how his expression soured whenever he had to bend to lift a particularly heavy box of files off the floor - he tried to hide it, face turned away and the occasional popping of bones concealed by the clear of his throat, but you noticed. You tentatively questioned him about it one late evening, not wishing to pry more than he was comfortable with. He seemed embarrassed by your attentiveness but didn't deny it, hands clasped and pulling on his long fingers in a nervous habit. He revealed to you that the current brand of healing magic and medicine could do very little for his deteriorated state, the effect was not potent enough or so it seemed. The fact didn't sit right with you, and you decided in your mind that you could multitask.

Your research prolonged, and your frustrations grew as the answer to your questions evaded you. You began to spend more time in your office than in your pristine afforded apartment, head buried in books and rushed consultations between experts in the department. Your obsessiveness seemed to grow, and with it your attention to your health lessened, overtaken by a constant hunger for answers. That hunger seemed to replace your baser instincts however, and one particularly busy day the consequences of your declining attention to your physical state seemed to catch up with you.

You had been on your way to another scheduled meeting with an on site surgeon, carrying a closed file with a hurried pace, you were far too absorbed in your head to notice the shake of your own fingers, or the way the corners of your vision blurred. You were so absorbed in fact, that you didn't even notice the sudden approach of Dusk from the hall across from you. You had ran right into him, nose buried in the plush of his sweater as you had your senses knocked right out of you. The contact didn't even phase him, and he had caught you by the forearm to steady you. You had apologized, noting how it was unlike you to be so distracted in your surroundings. He hadn’t seemed to mind, his large eyelight coming to a soft focus on the point of contact with your arm.

The force of your run in with him had knocked the file you were carrying onto the ground however, and as you leaned down in your hurry to grab it the world around you spun. You lost your bearings, and your vision turned to black as you fainted, vaguely aware of the pull of someone's arms around you.

You had woken up in one of the medical rooms, an IV in your arm and a growing headache in the corner of your mind. Dusk was there too, hunched in an office chair that was far too small for his hulking frame, you would have laughed - if you hadn't felt like shit at the time that is. Your movement seemed to wake him from his zoning out, and he had leveled you with a look that you couldn't readily discern - something of a mix between worry, scrutiny and confusion. The doctor on hand had walked in to check up on you, cautioning you to pay better attention to your health, you had felt like a child, embarrassed with your own state. Dusk had sat silent next to your bed while you were being discharged, and as you stood to leave with an order to go home and get some rest from the doctor, he stood with you.

The skeleton escorted you home, a silent but unmistakable presence at your side and as you were ready to thank him and say your goodbyes at your door, he had asked you when you had last gotten something to eat - you couldn't give him a straight answer.

He had pushed his way inside your temporary home then, and you questioned him in your confusion as he opened your fridge to find it mostly empty, he clicked his tongue, a low growling hum from the pit of his ribs as he pushed you down on your couch with a stern order to ‘wait here’

He blinked out of existence then, returning after a while with a greasy bag of food and he urged you to eat, pushing the bag in your lap despite your urge of protests. You complied, silently eating under the watchful eye of his softly dilated gaze.

From then on Dusk began to visit your office on a regular basis, bringing both you and Twilight regular meals and spending his time lounging in one of the bigger chairs available at the time, idly flipping through books. His presence seemed to anchor you, and often he knocked you out of your hyper focused state with a random pun or an offhand comment about the weather. It worked, your urgency had stilled to a healthy normal, mind clearer as both brothers had now taken to paying a keen interest in your physical condition. You still remembered the frantic lecture Twilight had given you after your little trip to the emergency room. He had begun to limit your time in the office after that, setting a healthy time table with a balanced schedule for both rest and work.

The growing connection between the three of you was plain as day, and as days passed you began to find the answers you were so desperately looking for. It was a regular day in the office when you finally solved the mystery - a calm afternoon spent in a comfortable conversation with the brothers over a cup of tea and some snacks Twilight had graciously shared. You had been brainstorming with the brothers, shooting off your theories for plausible causes when Dusk piped in with something that caught your attention.

You almost dropped the cup of tea you had been idly cradling in your hand. Jumping up to your feet in a newly discovered frenzy, you rifled through a box of files that had been offhandedly pushed to the side, and as you flipped through a particular heavy file about dietary needs it was then that it hit you, something so simple and so overlooked - of course Dusk would have been the one to point it out. Your grin was almost manic in its excitement as the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and you turned to the brothers that had gathered behind you in their confusion. You pulled each of them down by their faces, placing a loud smack of your lips on both of their foreheads and watched their faces glow warm as you called them both a genius. You rushed out of the office, missing exchanged looks of embarrassment - eager to share and confirm your discovery.

It was simple really, so easy to miss in all the confusion of the spatial rift and the ongoing process of integration. It was the food that was making the monsters so sick and riddled with anxiety. Coming from a reality here there had been a significant shortage of food - the first response of the healthier populace had been to feed them, feed them as much as they wanted to eat, it was natural really. Except monster food - magical in nature had high levels of energy, too high for a population of monsters that had been previously so deprived of sustenance. It made their magic run rampant, fluctuate in its intensity with high highs and even lower lows. It was the same in humans, eating too much after starving made the patient sick and would effectively do more harm than good. The answer was right there all along, and you cursed yourself at not seeing it sooner.

Things moved quickly after that, you wasted no time to form a plan of order for a change in provisions, something less straining, human food imbued with magical properties was the natural choice. It would take time for the monster's conditions to stabilize, but after a few days on the new program you began seeing positive results. You had reported your success to the royal family and Toriel had once again summoned you for a showing of your solution. If things went as predicted, the rebuffed population would soon show results of steady improvement, they would finally be prime and ready for the further relocation process.

The queen had thanked you for your service and had shown you a rather unexpected act of kindness in doing so, inviting you over to her rooms for a private tea party where you both conversed not like high mage and ruler, but as two troubled souls with the weight of the world on each of your shoulders. It was pleasant, if not a bit awkward on your part, but Toriel seemed to have a knack for making someone feel welcome.

It was a couple of days before your departure that you had invited the skeleton brothers to your apartment for a celebration dinner, you had surprised them with a meal of your own making. Expertly following the guide of their new diet you had imbued it with your own magic, the fact seemed to fluster the brothers for some reason, but they were unwilling to comment as to the reason why.

The evening trailed off in shared conversation, and as the hour grew late, the mood slightly sombered, it seemed like both Twilight and Dusk had something they had been meaning to confess for a while now, but it had never seemed like the right time. You had a feeling you knew what it was about - they weren't aware of just how much you knew about their past -you had been pretending to be a high ranking inspector after all, a secret as big as alternate realities wouldn't be handed off to someone as low down the hierarchy as that.

It was then that they opened up to you, a cautious whispered admission of their past sins, sins bred out of desperation and grief. In a moment of your own vulnerability you told them you knew, you knew and understood. You reassured them that it didn't change your opinion of them, you shared gentle words of encouragement, soft admissions of your own grief filled memories.

You would not judge them for their past, because you saw in them a desperate wish for a better life, a fragile hope that they could learn to become monsters capable of loving themselves.

Perhaps it was wrong, out of all the people in the world it was you who were the greatest threat to their continued existence. You realized you held their fragile future in your scarred hands, and decided to trust in the goodness in their souls.

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gilfhunter069 · 2 months ago

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Can we have headcanons for Griff, Gray, Byron, etc. etc?

Im deeply interested in your versions of them.

Cracking my Knuckles and snapping my neck.

Most of these headcanons are a collab between me and my long time friend @/mush-worm. They don't post here as much, but check 'em out they're the coolest ever.

I'll start with the one I work on/write the most, Griff. There's a bit of information i've gathered with him based on lil tidbits in offical art. Some of these are just reaches and interpretations, but that's what makes shit like this fun. It's gonna be a long post so..

Griff Section ---- -58 Years Old, Adopted Colette in his 40's as in the current timeline of our AU--(? Its not canon so it's moreso an alt universe I suppose)--Colette is 16 and currently employed in the gift shop.

-Failed Recovering Pyromaniac, His piggy bank bombs and love for fireworks/firecrackers is one reason why rehab never seem to cross his mind when he was hired at Starr Park.

-He's extremely skilled at playing the violin, but gave it up the older he got-- He still thinks fondly on it, but considers it a pipe dream after a while. More confident that business is the way to go (It's not.)

-Undiagnosed Autistic and System (Specifically UDD, is often Frontstuck most of the time)

-He has a fear of snakes that he eventually gets out of, He's really one of those people who think all snakes are dangerous.

-White Latino, Only knows two languages he can speak-- Spanish is not one of them. (English and Japanese since Starr Park is on an manmade island similiar to Okinawa) --Extremely well versed in Cipher Codes, Even creating his personal code that his mask often prints out occassionally.

-Most of his debt comes from Medical Bills and Money laundering in the past. --His gender affirming surgeries are the reason. The grind :fire emoji:

-Post OP Trans Male with Male leaning attraction, Women are part of his attraction-- but it's very rare he even considers that idea. (And then Gray came along)

-Mutations from the gems in Starr Park resulted in his Skin being tougher than rock and being much more warm than the average human. --(His organs literally started growing a dense,thick lining around them to protect the body from the extreme heat.) ----(An Average Human Temp inside the body is 98.6 Fahrenheit-- His would be close to 129.2+ Fahrenheit. Somehow Logic was defied to a point where he can withstand his own body heat and extreme cold) (Yes he is very warm and a great cuddle buddy when its cold /silly

-Described in Starr park as a part of his general Character Profile is "The Greedy". In reality he's more so desperate and careless at once. Risking his being in order to get what he wants-- Even if that means physical risks.

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Byron Section ---

-62 Years Old, Looks alot Older than he's supposed to-- Which is a result due to Fertility issues/Menopause...And horribly bad luck on his family's genes. -His family genes actually fucked him over so badly. Around Late 20's-30's he immediately started to lose pigmentation in his hair and age faster-- He gave up the idea of trying to look less old after a while. --Predisposed to not putting on tons of weight, results in him being extremely lanky due to his lack of healthy eating habits.

-Trans Male, but has never had any operations other than HRT-- He still suffers from Body Dysphoria, with his mutations only making the feelings worse.

-Extremely Intelligent man and Talented Alchemist (Thats awful at Math), Although he does make Fake potions thats either for show or drinking purposes for customers. If he were to sell actual potions or concoctions that did something to the public, there would be HEAVY criticism. As much of them either do Extreme damage or Result in a 20% Sucess Rate of their intended purpose. --Which is why he's often referred to as a "Snake Oil Salesman"...He plays into the act way too much, as the attention is the equilvalent to crack.

-European, Born and Raised in Germany. Multilingual and Able to read ASL. -Extremely Curious, Often carries his own Personal Journal to document what he sees and examines. --This includes: Seen Mutations, Abilities, Gadget/Star Power effects, Hypercharges, Flora and Fauna within a specific area that has been infected by the Gems. (Active Explorer of the Swamp of Love and Academic Partner of Mortis)

-Obsessive person, whether that be over lovers or an idea. -He got the worst front of the Mutations. --Includes...

Scales growing from under his skin, often gathering on his back or remaining under his skin.

Elongated Tail with Human skin and scales, along with a weak rattle.

Ability to unhinge his jaw and house hidden fangs that retract. Came with a extremely potent venom that comes from sacs near his tonsils. He has not mastered when it seeps out presently, so it often results in a subtle drooling/biting problem and hyperawareness of what he drinks/eat from.

Jacobson Organ and Thinned Tongue, It is often extremely hard to hide or sneak up on him as he can find his way through the dark easily and "Sniff" out your hiding spot based on your pheremones.

Unable to taste anything unless it has an extreme potentecy, even then he can still taste very little.

Night Vision, Any Living organism he sees in the dark is determined by a heat map.

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Gray Section. (This will be the last section since this shit is getting so long)

-Undetermined, But guessed to be in her Middle 40's...and estimated to live for Hundreds of years like Mortis.

-Undetermined Origin, Gray doesn't even know where she came from. Starr Park shrugged and just said France for her mime act. She believes it, but she doesn't have a distinct accent or know the language.

-Vampire/Human Hybird...

Natural bloodlust that can be satiated temporarily with high sugar content and Raw Meat

Sharper Fangs, But Dull compared to the regular Vamp.

Small, Premature wings that don't do much beside flap and look pretty. They're extremely underdevloped to where the skin is so thin that even touching them has to be a careful act.

Natural Hunting instinct, as a kid she often killed small animals and birds when she was hungry. She doesn't do that anymore, so for a while she was isolated from the taste of blood of years and years- Till she came to Starr Park.

Attempts to sleep during the night, but often finds herself awake at odd hours, which often forces her to stay awake during the day-- She as an awful sleep schedule.

Purrs :)

-Eats ALOT, But the Metabolism gods blessed her to where she barely gains too much weight. The most she has is a muffin top. -Trans Female and Straight

-Semi-Verbal. Does Talk, but never during work hours. Even when she does talk, its very quiet and barely exceeds yelling/shouting unless she's provoked to a point of so.

-Portal Ability was a very recent discovery, she's unsure as to why she has it. There's a chance that she could have her own pocket dimension, but she hasn't mastered this yet so the most she can do is simple portals. Unfortunately it means at some points they close randomly....And shes gotten stuck before (as well as many others).

-Unlucky, to an almost cartoonishly ridiculous point. Undetermined if Cartoon Logic works on her or if its merely a bunch of Coincidences.

-Honestly, an Eeper Warrior. Finds stupidly dumb ways to sleep and where to sleep. Product of her awful sleep schedule.

-Mutations didn't do much to her beside Turn her fully Achromatic with Extremely dark blood. And I'm Done. May Edit this later if I think of anything else. But holy shit, The yappers den. None of this is supposed to be taken as canon adjacent or "in character" most of it is just for fun.

#ask #kiyoss #Long post #headcanon talk #griff #byron #gray

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haveihitanerve · 1 year ago

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Everyone, I require your original six avengers headcannons. They can be sweet, they can be angsty, they can be gay, they can be platonic (i would prefer them sweet and platonic but really whatever floats your boat) but they must include the og six avengers

I shall begin

Some original six avengers headcanons-

Tony steals everyones clothes. Steve gets annoyed by it because ‘clothes are so goddamn expensive nowadays Stark!!! Stop stealing my shirts you have your own!” nat is amused by it but gets violent when Tony insists he should get to keep it because he ‘wears it better’ clint gets very good at wearing certain clothes to get tony to wear them and tries to see how insane he can get before tony stops taking his clothes, but so far tony has not let up. Thor sees it as amusing and offers him certain garments that go well together. Bruce sees it as an honor and likes being included so he specially buys nice clothes to entice tony to keep taking his

Steve cannot sleep until hes checked that everyone else is asleep or at least safe(if they're like not at the tower or smth), which is a little bit of a problem when he lives with Tony freaking Sleep is for the weak Stark, but it does also mean Steve forces tony to sleep more so thats a plus

Thor forgets his own strength sometimes and after the first shattered wall Tony reinforced everything for him, and thor got so excited that he can use his normal strength, except as a prank tony actually underenforced a wall and the look on thor's face when it broke in half after he lightly tapped it will forever be a meme with them

They have monthly meetings that are supposed to be like ‘mission report’ meetings but really its just a catch up and gossip session

Clint, nat, and tony have a ‘human club’ and they specifically exclude the other three because they are technically not humans, and its literally just them going to spas together or grabbing a drink as a unit, and its literally only still alive because its so fun to hear steve argue that “Im human!!!!” also, just to antagonize him further they admitted Bruce into the ‘club’ and steve almost broke a table in outrage. Bruce was amused, thor was cackling and steve was near tears.

None of them ask tony to improve or build something for them, they just put a prototype or blueprints or make very very not subtle hints until he is fully captivated by the idea and does it for them and then shoves the item/items/thing into their arms when hes done and tony knows hes being used but most of the time they are actually good ideas and he cant not build them plus he likes doing stuff for them

Nat taught all of them ballet

They play darts almost every night merely because clint is an absolute unit at it (of course) and tony is convinced every time that he’ll somehow beat him

They feel comfortable sharing their trauma with each other

Its a tradition at least once a year to get shawarma together no matter where they are they all get together to go to the same place every time

Clint is the only one in their group who actually knows how to cook so he cooks for them like once a month and then they attempt to bake him a cake or something but it usually ends with a last minute run to the store and the oven exploded (tony does succeed at making icing only to write on the store made cake “sorry we’re such a headache #human club 4ever”)

They are unironically all each others favorite heroes.

Tony made them all these indestructible wallets that are small and compact and they each individual printed out the same picture of the six of them and keep it in their wallets to look at when they're apart

The language joke died out among the other avengers but they still use it all the time. Even steve even though its aimed at him

When tony passes out after working himself into the ground he’s still tense and wound up even while asleep, unless one of the others is the one to find him and carry him to bed, then he relaxes.

They are all Morgans god fathers/mother

Clint did make nat his eldests godmother but tony and steve are his second oldests godfathers even though they didn't know he existed but now that they do they spoil him

Thor and bruce are nathaniel's godfathers

Steve is afraid of spiders. Imagine with that what you will.

Tony is afraid of cockroaches

Clint is afraid of clowns

Thor is afraid of cats

Natasha is not afraid of anything(yes she is- broccoli)

Steve got tony a box of cockroaches, tony put fake spiders in the fridge, clint gifted thor a cat for christmas, and they all dressed as clowns for a mission once

To mock thor tony once made everyone a cape but the god was actually psyched to see them wear capes too and honestly the capes were amazing because tony made them and clint still uses his sometimes

Clint is honestly the funniest in the group and will roast the shit out of all of them at the drop of a hat

He and tony once got into a yo mama contest that lasted two weeks(no clear winner but the others will claim the other won when one of them is pissing them off)

Steve will casually hold up his hand and steal mjolnir from thor just to be a little bitch

They each celebrate the others birthdays but they cant do it normally nah they have to go extra, especially for people outside the og six like- its visions birthday? Hey tony do you have some rocket boosters? Yeah? Okay clint talk to the news we’re gonna lift a city and have a massive party for vision on it, but no threat of a meteor this time.

#the avengers #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #clint barton #bruce banner #thor odinson #besties #avengers #mcu

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ganondoodle · 1 year ago

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dont want to make two posts so im putting them both in one (totk thoughts ... uh oh i cannot shut up)

anyone else find raurus arm .. WEIRD? like, judging how the rings on the fingers are literally MADE for absorbing someones elses ability just adds to rauru and the lot of the sonau feeling .. off- what do you mean you wear a bracelet made for incorporating swears of fealty from others and gaining their abilities while they gain nothing?? and then rauru doesnt even seem to make use of that (which i guess is in line with .. the ghost copies links gets going away if the actual sage is there- SO WHATS THE POINT THEN???) though thats a bit more unclear since ..... we dont get to see ANYTHING from the last battle, all standing around with dirt tm texture on them 5 times and then they throw their weapons (weird.... use your damn ability) so zelda can use her new important time power .... once .... to make them fly backwards again and rauru does one thing :/

another thing, funny how the enigma stones are supposedly enhancing whatever powers someone already had, bc other than ganondorf none really gain anything, they act like they achieved some new power level (and suddendly know how to do it as soon as they have the stone) but then its just a silent ghost copy of themselves and they gain ... nothing but some jewelry, i find that a little .. underwhelming? and strange bc why does gan get a nuclear power upgrade and they print a bad copy of themselves and its treated like the same thing (i know its gan and he kinda deserves to get more out of it but do you know what i mean?)

cant help but also feel like its not even .. related to their own ability, like at all, istn it supped to enhance THEIR power, what does a ghost copy have to do with water magic? (wouldnt that more be sth of the shiekah/yiga .. creating copies of yourself?) if anything its something for link to gain .. i guess? or raurus arm i suppose? wouldnt it have been great if they all had a weaker version of the ability at the start and AFTER they gain the stone it gets upgraded, or its like it now is and after the they get their stone its stronger, like maybe rijus is as normal but then when she has the stone it charges faster and doesnt get canceled if she gets knocked over (assuming the way to control the ability stays the same ... which i wouldnt want bc that is so bad to control even if you change it like this) and giving link access to it is just PART of the stones power and not literally all it is

AND THEN ... you cant even argue that it doubles their fighting power bc now theres two of each bc .... the copies ... go away when the actual sage is there .......................................... so its really just a hamfisted way to give you their power ... and its not really giving you their power its giving you a copy of them which is just clunky and unnecessary, you want the theme to be connection (lol where) so you give the player soulless silent ghosts to accompany you ...? not even the real deal? (i know that would be harder to do bc they are all important ppl in their own region and turning them off would be be strange- but them having to teleport around isnt an argument bc they also do that in their dungeon- hello yuno i didnt know you can fall from the sky at will- and all that wouldnt be a problem with my next suggestion

wouldnt it be even MORE of a connection if it worked more like in botw? giving YOU a literal part of their ability, their soul even, and their abilities are now so much a part of you that you cant sever them, its integrated into your moveset, no silent ghosts to run after, your friends are part of you, ACTUAL YOU and not part of an ancient kings arm bracelet rings

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #ganondoodles rants #totk #totk critical #like really #whats more of a connection #putting a silent staring ghost of your friend into a ring of an arm that doesnt even belong to you #or getting granted a piece of your friends very soul infusing you with a part of their power #i get its suppoed to be well its raurus arm on link so its a conenction to link blah blah #but thats the only argument against that imo #and i might find a workaround for that too

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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AITA for telling the teacher I made a group project all by myself which made my classmates get a worse grade?

Background: im 16F and in eleventh grade, im in a new school which is only for eleventh and twelfth grade. So my whole class was all people who didn’t know each other. This happened in the first few weeks of school. Also english isnt my first language and I’m a very shy person.

We got the task from our English teacher in our first English lesson to make a presentation and poster. She choose our groups and we just sat together for like two minutes and then the lesson was over and I completely forgot who I was in a group with because I didn’t yet know anyone’s names. We had to do the presentation three weeks later so I figured in that time someone else would reach out to the group so I don’t really need to know who was in my group.

No one else reached out for a week and the teacher was sick for the next week so I couldn’t ask her who was in my group. So we now only have less than two weeks left to do the project.

I send a message in the class group chat asking who’s in my group. No one answers. A few hours later i send a message again and no one answers again.

So I decide, ok, im just gonna start this by myself and the others can help later I guess. So I get a big piece of paper, do some research, print pictures etc… I also message the group chat with pictures of what I’m doing.

We are now at the weekend before the presentation is supposed to be on Thursday and I still don’t know who’s in my group. A different classmate sends a message in the group chat to ask who’s in her group, and someone replies to her with some names, including MY name.

So I finally know my group and I make a group chat with just us and ask them about ideas and if they could maybe write some texts for the poster and what part of the presentation they want to do. No one answers. I keep doing the poster alone and send pictures. I don’t get more back than „looks good“ and „👍“.

Now we’re at the day before the presentation. I have a finished poster and I’m writing the last part of the text while sitting at the kitchen table. My sister is sitting there too and doing homework. I’m complaining about how I did the whole thing by myself and the others completely ignored my messages. She says I should just say to the teacher that I did it all alone. I don’t really want to do that, but frustrated as I am I write on the back of the poster „100% (my name)‘s work��, kinda as a joke, and actually planning to erase it later, but I forget to erase it.

It’s Thursday, we do our presentation as the last group before the break. The others read the texts I wrote. We don’t get our grades told yet but it’s not a bad presentation.

After the lesson we change rooms and I stay behind for some reason I don’t remember, when the teacher wants to talk to me because she saw that writing on the back of the poster and she asks if I really did the poster by myself. I say yes because it’s true and it literally is written there so how am I supposed to lie. She also notices that the texts everyone read (she collected those too) are all in my hand writing. So it’s clear to her I did the whole thing alone.

A week later we get told what grades we got. I have a 1 (best grade) while the other group members have a 4 (barely passing). They ask why and the teacher says they would have gotten a 6 (worst grade) but they at least did the oral presentation. She explains that I told her I prepared the presentation all alone, and then not just my group but the whole class erupted and called me an asshole and worse things until I actually started to cry and no one talked to me for weeks. The other people in my group said to the teacher and the class that I told them I wanted to do the project alone, which I didn’t, but maybe it seemed like that because I had already started it when I found out who was in my group?

My family said everyone else was an AH for making me do all the work and stuff. But I’m not sure because of that giant negative reaction that not just the people involved, but also the rest of the class had. I‘m quite a solitary person and didn’t have friends in the school I went to before this one, and because of that I’ve always made group projects alone and don’t know the etiquette around them. I also do feel bad that they got a bad grade because of me, especially if they really thought I didn’t want help.

TDLR: I did a group project alone because my group ignored me. We did the presentation together, and I told the teacher that I made the poster and the content of the presentation alone. The teacher then gave the rest of my group a bad grade. My entire class insulted me until I cried when they found out. I don’t have good social skills so im not sure if I was right or wrong.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sixtoads · 3 hours ago

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I dont think im ever getting around to making this idea a fic, so Im just going throw up the words over this post and hope it makes sense.

SO. soulmates au. physical soulmarks au. MATCHING SOULMARKS. however. everybody's marks are almost invisible. you can kinda feel them but you cant really see them with that naked eye under sunlight. You COULD technically see them if it was absolutely and completely dark. Like a glowstick.

Eventually, its about five years from (whatever season I wanted to write in, a universe where Buck dropped the lawsuit and Eddie and Buck are learning how to be besties again and blah blah blah.) and someone actually found a light to see the soulmarks. Like a safe light and you could see all of your marks. This bulb goes crazy obviously.

Lots of businesses come and go trying to capitalize on soulmates and the marks and whatnot BUT the craziest thing is that the Museum of History (idgaf im too tired to find an actual museum near Buck and Eddie) comes out with an exhibit about soulmarks (-and therefore soulmates? they try not to go into detail too outlandish, its supposed to be for kids.) and Buck wants to take Chris, wants to spend the whole day with the Diaz boys but he's hesitant and Eddie notices and its a whole thing and I just want to spend time with you two and we dont even have to go to that exhibit and I'm sorry I asked and Eddie throws in the towel and they go and its super awkward and Chris keeps jabbing his dad in the side like stop being weird this is Buck.

And they do go to the exhibit because Eddie is a sucked for both Buck and his son's puppy dog eyes.

There is a lot of study and research gone into the exhibit, going back to stone carvings and bodies buried together and some of the first printed words being I love you and its a really sweet thing to say. The exhibit goes on to explain how the marks work and they've installed a room for people to see their marks, and its built like an underground observation deck. One wall is entirely mirror, curving and unending and the rest of the walls are inky black. Lights above them are dim but they still can see and-

Chris has these beautiful splotches, like somebody flicked green paint onto his skin, some even look like they're smiley faces and other doodles. (The exhibit had said that the marks do change as you get older so they weren’t too odd.)

And Buck-

And Eddie-

They stare with a quiet sort of revelation. Wide eyes. Mouths dropped open.

Matching swirls of yellow and blue cover their skin. Twirling and coating their arms until all of their hands glow in the dim light.

Chris looking at them both, why didn't you guys tell me?

in my head they don't talk about it until they get home and after dinner and after Chris is put to bed because what is this all supposed to mean??

augh. I'll add on later, but this has been marinating for a while.

(and in my head, Buck tries to tell Eddie it doesnt have to change anything because he thinks Eddie is straight and couldn't possibly like him like that and he cant lose Eddie WHILE EDDIE is sitting here like why cant it change? why cant it mean something? because to him it does mean something because Buck means something to him and how could he not see it sooner?? does anyone else get my vision?)

#buddie 911 #911 abc #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley x eddie diaz #soulmates

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theygotlost · 2 years ago

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ohhhhhh my god guys I gotta give you an update but i need to explain my entire job history for the past year first cause its a little confusing uh.

so feb-may I did this internship at this real estate digital marketing firm and I was just making social media graphics there. just instagram stories and shit. and it was boring as hell but I needed to find a job cause I was graduating, and I was hoping they would hire me but they didnt have the space for a new full time employee at the time so... that was a bust.

in june and july I was applying to jobs foreverrrrr and getting nowhere so I said fuck it i need SOMETHING to hold me over, so I started working in the print department at staples as you are all well aware. at least it would be relevant enough to put on my resume cause I do want to make print graphics right? so its something.

then like 6 weeks ago my manager from the internship reached out to me and said she wanted to take me back part time after all. so for the past month and a half I've been working 2 part time jobs, one at staples and one at this marketing office doing the exact same fuckass ig stories as before. i wont lie its been exhausting and unsustainable so I was still applying for other full time design jobs cause I had no idea how long I could keep this up.

about 3 weeks ago I got an interview for one of those jobs I applied for and they explained that they were actually looking for a senior designer which obviously im not qualified for, but they liked my portfolio enough that they wanted to consider CREATING a junior designer role for me which was CRAZYYY to hear... it's a hawaiian bbq restaurant chain and I'm definitely wayyy more interested in designing for food and beverage stuff than real estate, plus a few other aspects about the job sounded really appealing to me and the interview went great so I was really hoping to get that job. but then I didn't hear back and Im so desensitized to getting ghosted after interviews i stopped getting my hopes up a long time ago.

a week and a half ago management at my real estate job told me that they were finally ready to bring me on full time, and since it didnt seem like I had any other prospects I wasnt really in a position to turn it down, so I immediately accepted and put in my 2 weeks at staples. this saturday will hopefully be the last day i ever have to work retail forever. I didnt make any announcement here when I found out because its honestly been making me depressed thinking about doing nothing but making fuckass instagram stories for ugly real estate companies 40 hours a week and people congratulating me on it would just make me more depressed. I wasn't supposed to start full time there until the monday after thanksgiving so ive still been doing my double part time grind.

but then......

whats that....???

THE HAWAIIAN BBQ RESTAURANT ENTERS WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!

after weeks of no response the hr guy finally gave me a call just now to tell me I GOT THE JOB?!??! i genuinely honestly did not think they were gonna give me an offer and was just gonna move on with my life 😭 so now im gonna have to walk into my office tomorrow morning and say SIKE!!! and theyre all gonna be so mad at meeeee but this is genuinely such a better position for me I didnt think this was gonna happen for another year at least....

tldr I thought i was gonna be stuck with a job i dont like but I ended up getting the job I want!!!!!!!!

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Dude, just give up. You've been caught in your lies. Every liars last resort is to start insulting when they know they aren't winning.

Some fiancé you are, pushing this whole shit up, making Pepin feel even more misserable than before, making things worse instead of helping him heal as you're supposed to.

So stop playing the hero, because at this point, the you're looking like the real creep here, harassing people, going after someone online for years... This is an obsession, go get help, because you're only hurting your fiancé the further you go with this shit. You only want to be seen like a savior by him, but you're only a sad little bully with a hero complex. Pathetic.

What you're doing is not only harassment, is revenge. Shouldn't Pepin be the one looking for revenge the most since he's the ACTUAL victim in all of this? So why so suddenly you're the one more affected by this? Why are you so obsessed? And why your supposed document full of proof so conveniently disappeared?

I pity Pepin. He should really be careful with what kind of jerks he ends up dating, especially a toxic jerk like you. Screw you, creepo.

Omg hiii Pastel!! So great to see you 🫶 You really didn't have to hit anon, brother, it's ok, I'm not gonna block you or send the hounds after you Imao

Okok I know I said I wouldn't do this but it fell right into my lap so im gonna be a dick ok? Ok!

1- I'm not insulting anyone bc I feel like I'm "losing" I just genuinely think people who defend pedophiles are cunts or whatever | called them, sorry if that offends you! Maybe think about why it does, yeah? Maybe smth you wanna share with the class? No?

2- I'm bringing awareness so my fiance doesn't have to, bc whenever he tries to go back through it he spirals, but he wants the info out. If she wasn't a risk of re-offense, why is she so scared of people knowing? Why hide it & send your besties out to war over it if you're so innocent?

3- I don't feel like a "hero" doing this, reading back through their messages has on multiple occasions made me physically nauseous and takes a toll on my own mental health. It's not pretty to look at, theres shit in there that would get you sent to jail outside of the U.S.- I don't get any enjoyment or sense of justice out of it, believe me, but after seeing how much worse it affects Pepin, I'm willing to do it if it'll keep kids safe. I don't play around with child safety online. That doesn't make me a hero, it makes me a half decent person. Sorry I care more about my fiance and the safety of kids than the feelings of a pedophile who gets off to incest porn.

4- Pepin doesn't want revenge, he wants to be able to be open about what happened to him without folks like you crawling up his ass. Which I know you wanna do soooo bad, but you know how much of a douche nozzle that would make you look so you went after me instead right? Next best thing!

5- it hasn't disappeared, the original got deleted whether on accident or google's behalf, & so l'm working on a new one bc I saw how much working on the og made Pepin spiral! I've actually got it backed up in like 4 places too lol, physical and digital! I was even thinking abt printing it just in case lol, l'd offer up screenshots but it's not done, and it's not mobile friendly just yet

6- jealous that he said yes?

7- The only creeps here are the one who was having a minor draw her porn & live-blogging that she got off to it (Yuck.) & The ones who think they know more abt our relationship than we do based off 4 posts Imao.

If you wanna hear about it you can ask nicely! I'll gladly yap about him for hours if you let me, he's the absolute love of my life & I hate that he's had to go through everything he's been through.

#sorry for any typos or disjointedness I’m tipsy #I’m visiting family overseas and it’s so much more socially acceptable to drink here so I’ve been having a lovely booze filled trip

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bluejayandvice · 4 months ago

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Finding VICE: Prayer

It’s been almost three weeks now.

Three weeks since VICE went missing. Three weeks since Tessa put out an alert asking other spiders to be aware and three weeks of radio silence on the matter. Three weeks of gnawing guilt and worry. Three weeks of no jokes whispered into her mind during class. Three weeks of her walking around feeling like there’s a weight missing in her chest.

Three weeks of Emma feeling the healthiest she’s felt in half a year. Three weeks of proper sleep. Three weeks of all her thoughts being her own. Three weeks of focusing on schoolwork. Three weeks of not having to go out at night with Tessa.

Maybe it’s better like this. VICE can find some host that isn’t dying every minute they're together and Emma and Tessa can stop worrying about the fact that they’ve been slowly getting sicker for months. And Lord, isn’t that something? VICE is missing and Emma’s making it sound like a good thing. She’s happy, even, one of those parents from the movies, the ones who pretend they never had a kid in the first place.

This is pathetic, Emma thinks, as she grabs her backpack off the kitchen table. This is an all-time low.

The bus to school is silent. Tessa hasn’t been sitting with her since Emma snapped at her to stop pretending this isn’t happening. They’re still acting normal online. It’d be trouble if Bluejay and Recluse started fighting. But Emma just can’t stand hearing Tess laugh about a video they saw as if VICE isn’t gone, as if there isn’t a hole torn in both their chests, as if everything is fine.

The day is a blur. Spanish quiz, mile run, new math unit.

The anniversary of Sync’s death is coming up soon, so they’re reading through her journals in History again. As if they didn’t read them last year, or the year before, or the year it happened. As if it’s some far off tragedy and not a real dead kid that people still remember.

someone actually tried to rob a bank today, guns blazing and all. didnt realise that was something that real people did irl not just a movie thing. I totally beat them though :) and I even got to chat with the cops after. Aparently Im making their lives a lot easier lmao I kinda wanna sneak into a police house station and see what stuff their theyre working on. maybe thatll b smtn fun to do later. bet I could swipe a police radio at least. wonder if they even gossip on their radio. I totaly would

Emma stares at the book, at the shaky lines of print, at the smudged pen and the misspellings and the “f”s that look like “p”s. Sync was a kid. Tessa and Emma are just kids. Tessa could die, and Emma would lose everyone, and it would be all her fault. God above, everything’s been her fault, hasn’t it?

She hasn’t prayed since she was little, not since her Gramps hurt his knee and stopped being able to take her to Church, but now her eyes are shut and her head is bowed and tears are rolling down her nose to hit her clasped hands.

“Please, please let VICE be okay. She’s just a baby, she doesn’t deserve any of this. She doesn’t deserve to be alone. She isn’t perfect but neither is anyone else. She doesn’t deserve to be punished just because we’re hurting a bit. You’re supposed to love everyone, can’t that include VICE too? I don’t care what happens to me, I just want her safe. I just want her to understand that I love her. It isn’t her fault.”

“Please, God, let her be safe. Just let her come home.”

#{story format}#{arc: finding vice}#// woo character name reveals! If it’s not obvious: Emma is Bluejay and Tessa is Recluse.#[bluejay sings!]#[recluse mentioned!]#bluejayandvice #the violet recluse

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Thinking about the “Usopp loves Darkwing Duck and Sanji loves Card Captor Sakura” thing from ages ago and now I’m imagining them going trough the hardest challenge a weeabo and a western animation geek can go trough: moving in together.

All the merchandise, the prints, the commissions they gave years ago and the buttons from various cons, it’s an actual nightmare for both of them to somehow try and find space for everything. Sanji hates Funko Pops with a passion, Usopp loves them. Sanji has a giant body pillow of some random anime girl and Usopp feels inadequate. The biggest issue however arrives when they try and decide where Sanjis collection of ero figurines is supposed to go. Sorry not sorry but you KNOW he has some of them. It’s actually not as bad as Usopp expected at first but it’s still a challenge to find a place for them because Usopp does NOT want them in the bedroom like Sanji used to have in his bachelor pad

They actually get into a heated argument at one point while they are running on coffee and lack of sleep. “OH YES IT WAS SOOOOO IMPORTANT TO YOU TO HAVE A SPACE FOR YOUR CRAFTS BUT NOOOO DONT LET YOUR BOYFRIEND HAVE SPACE FOR HIS STUFF AT ALL!” “FUNNY YOU SAY THAT, BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONE FLIPPING OUT BECAUSE I JUST NEED MY BIG TITTED CATGIRL FIGURINE TO LUST OVER IN THE HALLWAY FOR EVERYONE TO SEE!” “*GASP* DONT TALK ABOUT HIBIKI-CHAN LIKE THAT!!”

They don’t talk to each other for what feels like ages (Twi hours maximum) and they finally make up when the guilt gets too much. They both compromise on each selling a few of the things they aren’t as invested in, Sanji agrees to move a few of his more risqué figures to a space where he gets to see them but they can easily be hidden if visitors come over, some of the more decent ones like the pinup one of a lady in the bathtub actually are tame enough to be put in a more open spot even Usopp has to admit (plus her sitting on the bathroom shelf surrounded by both of their soaps and haircare products looks quite cute actually). Usopp keeps most of the Funkos on his work desk at Sanjis request. It’s the nerdiest home ever with some clashing aesthetics but they make it work trough the power of love and because both of them are creative people who can incorporate that into their home space.

… also Usopp has started a game where he will just randomly replace his boyfriends figurines and wait for his boyfriend to notice. Like elf on the shelf but more elaborate and with anime or cartoon figurines. Currently Sakura is being carried away by a bunch of Pikmins in the shoe closet. Sanji has noticed she’s gone but hasn’t said anything because that’s not how the game works. He’s supposed to find her and then yell “GODDAMNIT SAKURA!” Before carrying her back to her spot…. He’s already planning his move though and has decided he’s gonna try and put Grunkle Stan in a glass of water in the freezer with a single lone ice Pikmin guarding him.

This is the realest, most accurate thing in the whole world. They'd move in together but they'd be a mess. They have... Very different tastes when it comes to games/shows and they obviously can't decide what to do with the space they have.

But! They also have things in common. The thing is... They like the content in different ways.

Usopp has a huge Alphonse figure. Beautiful. Next to his Gurren Lagann figurines and so, so many robots. So many mechas. He has the three Gravity Falls diaries. All the Ducktales comics. Darkwing Duck was just the start because he's also a huge DC fan and has so much Batman merch. He's got this extremely awesome replica of Junpei's sword from P3. Everything is high quality and he's very, very careful with his merch. He has his own fanarts in a sketchbook and nobody is allowed to touch his games and his consoles. From Play Station to all types of Nintendos. He has so many damn Funko Pops of everything. Typical "For the last time, Sanji, I keep them inside the box because the box is also part of the merch what aren't you understanding-". Not to mention that he's a huge Lord of The Rings fan and he definitely plays D&D and he's also a botanist so you can only imagine how their house looks like-- So many plants-- Forest aesthetic. Except their front door that looks exactly like the Tardis because Usopp was dying to do that ever since he was a kid, and when he showed Sanji the show he fell in love with it and let him do it.

Sanji likes the same stuff but he has a very explicit Lust figure. Next to his adorable Nia and Yoko figurines and so so so so so many cute simple merch. Like keychains and stickers. I am 100% sure Sanji has Gravity Falls pajamas and Ducktales too that nobody but Usopp knows about. I think one of the only man figurines he has is a Starlord one and maybe Shazam merch, but he's more of a Superman type of guy. He saw Lois Lane and fell in love with her instantly. He has a Mitsuru figurine riding her bike and one of Chidori and Junpei he doesn't let anybody touch. That's precious to him. He asks Usopp to draw him stuff and that's why Usopp is always late to his commissions because his boyfriend suddenly wants to be drawn next to Senshi cooking. Sanji doesn't like Funkos but he does like Nendoroids and Usopp hates it because they're so fucking expensive and Sanji is always crying in the background ("But- But-" / "Sanji, we've talked about this-" / "But this little Miku is so cute!"). Sanji also plays videogames but he's more of an Animal Crossing/Cooking Mama/Stardew Valley type of guy. So many Dating Sims, too. Also the Sims, he loves that.

Their bookshelf is a mix between shoujos and so so many shonens but mostly cooking books and artbooks. So many DC comics too. I feel like both of them prefer DC tbh, Usopp is just Batman and Sanji likes Superman and instead of fighting about it they just admit they're really gay for each other. They do watch Marvel movies, though. Sanji really, really, really likes Spider-man and it's funny because he has arachnophobia and he cannot watch the damn movies without shaking when a spider shows up-- Usopp has Miles' jacket and Nikes I am so so sure. While Sanji probably has a Gwen poster in his room.

They argue a lot when it comes to how to use the space they have but!! Sometimes Sanji walks out of their room to make breakfast with Usopp's Batman t-shirt. And sometimes Usopp uses Sanji's Kero themed hair ties to tie his hair. And... They wouldn't change that for anything in the world.

They're also the type to watch/play anything together and go "Hey they're just like us fr" so now they have their house full of ship merch because those ships remind them of them,,, Those are the true romantic gestures.

Edit: Forgot to say Sanji has all of Taylor Swift's CDs and Vinyls and he's a very intense swiftie that makes Usopp wake up at ungodly hours to hear the new albums, while Usopp is like "I guess she's okay??? She's alright idk" because he literally only listens to movie/game soundtracks, indie shit and Cavetown. They both listen to Vocaloid though that is true. I was there. Project Sekai players that's what they are (Sanji does it for the cute girls but ends up staying because the characters are a bit too relatable and Usopp just really likes rhythm games)

#okay but i want to live in their house :(#i was projecting the whole time lmao i love all of this i want to live there let me in let me in #modern sanuso is my fav thing they wouldn't stop arguing about these things #everyone in sanji's restaurant: omg he's so mysterious and cool the chef is so cute i am sure he's got a very nice place #sanji when he comes back home: MY DEAREST LOOK I BOUGHT THIS 7000€ HATSUNE MIKU OFFICIAL FIGURINE NOW WE WON'T EAT FOR A WEEK BUT IT'S OKAY #i wholeheartedly believe he cannot be trusted around money when it comes to fictional pretty girls #usopp is the same bc you give him the chance to buy an official artbook and he spends all of his money on that #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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