#and not rely too much on the writers room and headcanons

[let-roman-bite-someone]

btw i really really hope that janus's current characterization, with the wine and sass, is just there for the more light-hearted episodes, and that thomas hasn't forgotten the nuance behind his character.

[beauty-and-passion]

Idk if you mentioned this before but, I’ve been rewatching some SaSi reaction videos recently and apparently there like a lot of inside jokes that can be easily missed if you are not in the patreon or the writers room. It also seems like the ideas that Logan and Janus are alcoholics idea came from there.

Personally I don’t like those characterizations, it was funny as first bc it was more subtle and a one off, but why is it that Janus is showing up drunk it doesn’t really makes sense—unless you’re in the writers room it seems that Ms Sanders doesn’t really care about getting new audiences or retaining the free to watch ones it seems to me that SaSi turned into a secret society bs with all the peeps who are paying him. Idk if I articulated correctly but it seems that the sides are being flanderized to heck rn and idk how to feel

I also noticed the same problem you're talking about and I talked about it too. There's no doubt the characters' personalities changed and there's no doubt that this is due to Joan's departure and Mr. Sanders' inability to handle them.

And believe me, there's nothing wrong with not being able to do something: that's why experts exist. But Mr. Sanders still doesn't want to hire one. Maybe he still believes he can do everything by himself.

And maybe, he believes that the writers' room will give him all the help he needs in remembering the characters' personalities and traits. In this case, flash news, Mr. Sanders: the writers' room is made of fans. And fans (especially young ones) are:

always influenced by their own headcanons

not always able to separate headcanon from canon

So relying on them is very silly and naive and a competent writer would never let their public decide everything. But since Mr. Sanders isn't a writer (and doesn't shine for professionalism either), of course he ended up being influenced by his fans. They're fans, so they must know the characters, right?

Sigh.

The result being, as you said, flanderization. Logan is angry, Roman is sad, Patton is stupid, Janus is drunk, Remus is weird and Virgil is edgy uwu. Nuances, details, being more than one single character trait? Everything lost.

I mean, the last GRWM with Janus was proof of how little Mr. Sanders understands this character and how flanderized Janus has been. Janus, the one who was characterized by shades of gray and nuances, is now just one thing, the last one people remember the most.

Sigh.

And yes, this makes me sad and frustrated, because the potential these characters had was huge. The mere idea that each of them had not just one main trait, but multiple traits that were linked to the main one in different ways... that was interesting. That was fun. It offered a ton of great material to work with. And the nuances of their personalities were a lot more interesting than just "drunk guy, alcohol funny ahah".

But in this case, I can't really blame the fans: fans are allowed to be fans. If they want to reduce the character's personalities to a sheet of paper, that's up to them. The author should be the competent one, he should make the characters more realistic. And he should be clever enough to not give fans so much freedom into a topic as delicate as the characterization.

[vampzxi]

𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕!𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

another filler bc the shuriri fic is almost done! 😭 i’m sorry for the lag ive just had writers block. but i saw @inmyheadimobsessed ‘s post abt shuri being a silly jokester and that’s what inspired this :3

highschool!riri headcanons here!

taglist!: @letitias-fav @inmyheadimobsessed @pinkwright @abenomeiiii @generallysapphic @shuriszn @la-reine-insane @unknownpisces002 (ask to be added!) (sorry if i forgot you, just remind me!! i’m absent minded as fuck 😭)

academic

・❥・top of her class, obviously

・❥・probably tutors on the side

・❥・argues with teachers if they get something slightly incorrect

・❥・gets finished with her work early and bothers other people in class

・❥・gets in trouble for bothering people but everyone loves her stupid jokes

・❥・plays pranks on the teacher during test day

・❥・turns in her work late because she either forgets to or she’s too focused on making it perfect

・❥・hates group work and always bribes her partners into just letting them doing it herself so they get a good grade

・❥・mutters to herself while working, slightly pissing off the people around her

・❥・favorite subject is science and she wastes class time by ranting to her teacher about science

・❥・spends more time at school than she does at home

・❥・huge procrastinator

・❥・messy notes

・❥・doesn’t show her work, much to the dismay of her teachers

・❥・doesn’t bother to raise her hand in class

・❥・willingly shares her notes with anyone…for a price of course

social

・❥・jokester, rarely takes anything seriously unless it’s about her schoolwork

・❥・chronic class skipper, only attends if she feels it’s necessary

・❥・dabbles in the za 🍃 but not a stoner. just in social situations really

・❥・hopeless romantic but very awkward. she’ll gush to her friends about a girl but clam up when she actually talks to her crush

・❥・makes sex jokes. a lot. maybe too much.

・❥・has a burner tiktok account where she trolls people

・❥・loves parties but gets overstimulated really quickly

・❥・loves kids and will babysit for anyone. she makes little trinkets for each of the kids she watches

・❥・robotics club team captain

・❥・terrible at sports but loves to run. tried track and field in her freshman year

・❥・throws on sweatpants or a tracksuit whenever she wakes up

・❥・refuses to eat school lunch, will go off-campus with riri to eat

・❥・does everything with riri, literally attached to the hip

・❥・cat lover

・❥・video game nerd, favorite games include mortal kombat and smash bros

・❥・fidgeter

・❥・dislikes traditionally girly things, but loves jewelry and chains

・❥・guilty pleasure is hyper-pop music, but will deny it if anyone asks

romantic

・❥・if you do have a crush on her, good luck, bc she’ll be too oblivious to notice ☠️

・❥・her love language is touch, she’ll absentmindedly fidget with your hair or tap her fingers on your leg

・❥・knarly morning breath.

・❥・cant cook for shit so she relies on you for food

・❥・favorite date place is escape rooms or fairs/arcades

・❥・terrible road rage, so you’re usually in charge of transportation ☠️

・❥・leaves cute notes in your locker or texts them to you through the day

・❥・will blow your phone up with memes (usually dad jokes but you laugh at them bc it’s shuri…)

・❥・very possessive

・❥・offers to do your work for you multiple times, but the teachers know her so well that they can tell if she did someone else’s work

・❥・stupid flirty jokes that aren’t funny but they make you laugh anyways

・❥・very one-track minded, so sometimes she’ll forget to text you back. she makes it up to you in other ways

・❥・gets unreasonably upset if you start watching something without her

・❥・has a tongue piercing 🤫

・❥・posts you on her story/insta a lot, maybe too much. but she loves you too much to not show you off

・❥・very tender headed, will not let anyone but you style her hair

・❥・has a million alarms that she sleeps through, so you have to borderline punch her every morning to wake her up (heavy sleeper)

・❥・little spoon

・❥・favorite place to kiss you is under your ear or forehead

this was lowk so much fun to make ngl. i might do one for riri :3 thanks for reading! (shuriri fic is still on the works don’t worry) leave your headcanons in the replies or reblogs!

[yaralulu]

Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics

(And a little side quest from me! Tell me what inspired your fics, why you love them so much, just ramble ykkk, tell me EVERYTHING!!)

One thing about me is that i’m gonna procrastinate BUT i’m finally doing this !! I only have 4 works out rn so i’ll share two of my favorites.

Want By Proxy

Summary: Thanks to his mate's inconvenient crush on Azriel, Lucien starts having some very confusing dreams about a certain shadowsinger and the next time he's in Velaris, he finds himself unable to look at Azriel in the eye without turning into a stuttering mess.

This is actually an idea inspired by a headcanon i found on reddit!! Someone said they like the idea of Elain’s crush on Azriel seeping to Lucien through the mating bond and my mind went 💡💡💡!!!Absolutely fell in love with the idea of usually very coolheaded Lucien just losing his shit when he starts having dreams about Azriel. Figuring out their dynamic was also very fun because both Lucien and Azriel rely on their ability to read others to navigate social situations but when they’re together they can’t read each other for SHIT. It’s always a cat and mouse game between them where they’re both just desperately trying to figure out what the other person is thinking without revealing too much about their own feelings. Add in sexual tension and Lucien’s newfound attraction to Azriel and it’s just a recipe for disaster.

I’m also fairly proud of the smut i wrote.It felt very natural to write and I personally thought it was hot lol like I did something right. This ff really felt like I wrote something I’d like to read myself.

Dressing Room Dilemma

Elain, a successful model manager, finds herself caught in a steamy, illicit affair with her client, Lucien Vanserra.Despite her better judgment, she can't resist the temptation of their passionate encounters, even when they come dangerously close to jeopardizing both their careers.

Or

Lucien is a model and Elain is one very unprofessional manager.

This was a very self indulgent idea ngl. The parasite in me wanted to write Lucien as an underwear model and so I DID. Genuinely just an excuse for me to write Lucien in his underwear and have him be half naked the entire fic 😇. I didn’t think I’d ever fuck with modern AUs but this was surprisingly fun and I thoroughly enjoyed writing Elain as a deeply unprofessional manager that can’t keep it in her pants.

Thank you for sending me this <33

[polyklok]

Hello again, i love all your work!!! 💕💕

I was curious of your opinion about skwickles and if you have headcanons for them? (≧∀≦*)

Well, firstly, I’m all for every single inter-Dethklok ship and I don’t think I really hate any of the ‘mainstream’ ships for the show in general. The only exception to this is maybe Natgail but I think that’s cause Abigail has 0 appeal to me the writers did her so dirty. So you can bet your ass that I love Skwickles even I can’t pronounce it for shit.

I think they would first get together in Dethklok’s early days, five boys squeezed together in a small apartment and making music. Skwisgaar and Pickles shared a room, Skwisgaar having a futon floor mattress shoved in one corner and Pickles having a bundle of clothes, blankets, and a single pillow that he often just fell into in the other. Pickles, a washed up glamrock star, and Skwisgaar, a mysterious guitarist that hardly spoke any English.

Out of anybody in the band, they had the highest sex drives and most flexible sexualities. Pickles was charming and scrappy, Skwisgaar was seductive and passionate. They just sort of fell into each other…on several occasions. It became routine for Skwisgaar to pluck mindlessly as his guitar while Pickles did a horrid job of explaining the English language and then fucking each other to sleep.

Even as Dethklok rapidly grew in popularity and hoards of groupies were throwing themselves at them; the two grew apart a bit sexually but ultimately had a stronger relationship.

With their consistent drunkenness, shameless horniness, and pure audacity, it’s not uncommon for all the members of Dethklok to occasionally get frisky with each other simply for ‘convenience’. There was an unspoken rule to do the deed and then never speak of it again. But with Pickles and Skwisgaar, they often didn’t seem uncomfortable by their experience with messing around, even teasing each other with tones that were oh-so-slightly flirty.

I’ll say that, for the sake of these headcanons, they have a complicated friends-with-benefits relationship rather than an official one. It’s not gay if it’s your band mate, am I right?

Skwisgaar is a perfectionist and has some workaholic tendencies. He’ll shred and shred at his guitar until it sounds just right to his ears, even if his hands ache and his fingertips bleed. He relies on Pickles to tear him away from his guitar, even for just a few minutes to take care of his hands or clear his head. Skwisgaar will complain and whine, but he really does appreciate it in the long term.

Similarly, Pickles parties way too hard way too regularly. I mean, Dethklok are all kinda like that, but Pickles is on another level. Skwisgaar is often the one to sober Pickles up or take care of his brutal hangovers. He’ll lightly complain but they both ultimately know how sweet he’s being.

Pickles has to regularly fight off Skwisgaar from cleaning his hair. He likes his disgusting, filthy, stinky dreads!

I imagine them both be kind of crybabies, so they often sit in a dark room together, share a blunt, listen to some music, and just…cry. They’ve agreed to not speak of it to anyone.

Skwisgaar will very occasionally let Pickles do his makeup. In exchange, Pickles has to let Skwisgaar pick out a nice outfit for him. They act like they hate it but it’s one of their favorite bonding activities.

I don’t have much else. I’ve waited a couple days to let inspiration flow but my brain is giving me almost nothing. I might update this later if I come up with more. Thanks for the ask!

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Young Tintin Headcanons Because I Can and I'm a Sentimental Person

Also, Tintin's mother is blind. That's my own headcanon

Tintin learnt Braille through his mother reading him Braille books while he sat on her lap. She also taught him to write formally using Braille and it's because of her that he became such a good journalist.

He loved to make paper planes and kites out of everything: newspapers, discarded letters, anything he could get his hands on. He loved to study the way birds' wings curve to catch the air and spent hours reading about how planes fly.

Every day, after school, Tintin and his mother would go to the market, buy some fruit (strawberries, oranges, apples, whatever was available) and would eat them in the park. Even when it was raining, they would eat then splash in the puddles.

Tintin's mother was kind off eccentric, but in the appreciate-the-little-things eccentric. When it stormed, she would open the windows until rain began to puddle on the floor. She would also lie in the floor a lot, either on the grass or on the carpet becay se she liked the feel of the ground below her. Tintin learnt to do the same, noticing the minutia of life that was truly special that so often gets overlooked. He loves the clouds especially.

Tintin used to ask a lot of questions (and then follow up with "why?" 5 times.) His mother never grew bored of it and always answered to the best of her ability. When she didn't know something, they would go to the library and Tintin would read aloud to her what he found.

One of Tintin's friends went to America and bought back "The Wizard of Oz" soundtrack on a record for him. His favourite song was "Over the Rainbow", but it wasn't until after the war that generalised just how sad the song was.

Tintin's hair started off a really warm, golden blond that had a couple of copper streaks when the light hit it. As he got older, his hair got darker until it grew into a solid ginger hue.

Museums. Enough said. Entire days spent wandering around, exploring the artifacts and paintings. Art museums, Natura history, modern history, science, anything. If it was a museum, Tintin had been at least once.

Tintin grew to really appreciate music. He had piano lessons, but stopped due to money and a certain war and never picked it back up again, but he loved listening to music on the radio or gramaphone, either dancing or lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. He especially loved Debussy and other impressionist musicians.

One of the reasons Tintin is such a phenomenal writer is because he became accustomed to describing the world around him and the little things happening to his mother. Describing without relying of visual explanations was difficult, but he managed to convey that sunshine was like fresh bread.

He read many classics, such as Tolkien, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Beatrix Potter, A A Milne, Mary Poppins, A Little Prince, etc. He was a very well-educated boy, despite hating school because everyone there were bullies and also he got bored very quickly writing simple sentences over and over again.

His baby teeth were crooked: his front two teeth were larger that the rest and overlapped with the other teeth. His adult teeth do the same, but much more subtly. You only notice if you stare hard enough.

Freckles. So many. That is all. Freckles.

He loved to dance. Just waving his arms about, twirling around in the living room, moving his body in any way he could to music or even just because.

He was in the Belgian resistance (Dutch-Paris network, 20th convoy and le faux soir) but if I say any more this will become too long and you will all hate me

Remember how Haddock asked Tintin if he could fly the plane and Tintin replied with "I interviewed a pilot once?" It was more of an interrogation between a British RAF pilot who had been shot down and a determined 11 year old Belgian boy in a dark basement somewhere on Rue Franklin as the pilot waited for his escape to Switzerland. Tintin had a book on planes and pestered the pilot to teach him how to fly planes until they had regular meetups in a broken garble of French and English.

[demonlike-judge-of-fire]

toddy x ann is good

YOU GET ME ANON !!!!

Saw some headcanons on twitter about how Toddy is like that because she was bullied in the past and wants to prevent it happening again. They said she's envious of Ann because she has nice designs and other reasons involving how she's a Mary Sue (lol). I AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY I CLAIM THOSE HEADCANONS THEY ARE SO REAL I LOVE HER.

under the cut is me going off about them. Just a bit

Imagine they get to break past that surface. Ann has a confrontation with Toddy. She yells something she doesn't want to and it clicks that, oh yeah, she is a real person with emotions. Oh, right.

Through chance they grow close? Maybe they both sign up for a designing event where they pair you up with a random fellow designer to work with. They both walk in the room to meet their partner and This Is Not Meant To Happen. Both expected anything but her and there's an awkwardness. Toddy tries to put up a persona, Ann does her best to work together and tolerate whatever she's saying. They fight, but also appreciate eachother's work and watch the process.

"Do you mind if I play some music? It helps me." "As long as it's not too bad. If it is, I'm switching to my playlist. Got it?" "C'mon, Toddy! Wanna see what it's like? Maybe you'll like it!" Ann tries to be patient and hands Toddy her phone. "Ha, so your taste in fashion doesn't translate to your taste in music."

I can't write it exactly, but it would be something that gets Ann thinking "was that a compliment?".

From Toddy's side, she's vulnerable when it comes to music. She's not one to play it but she really enjoys it, and the way she was treated when Bon introduced her to the Toys struck her.

Imagine a scene that contrasts that !!

I want Toddy to learn through working together. I want her to have a friend that is not Bon and not rely on him so much. I want her have a confrontation with Bon, to know that she is not a burden and is not to be treated like one.

-

Not the best writer here, but it's honest work lol i just like these two a bit

Sorry for the long wait! I had more ideas but i forgor to keep going and this sat in my drafts unfinished

[fanmoose12]

Hey, I see you are a talented writer can you make a headcanon from this photo thank you.😊

Three days, for three fucking days Levi has been stuck in the damn barracks.

One little mishap during the training, one careless move that had his ankle swelling, and he was declared out of commission and strictly ordered to rest until his injury heals.

And so he was left all by himself, and while the rest of the scouts, his comrades and friends went behind the walls, putting their lifes in grave danger, all he can do was try not to die out of boredom and go crazy with worry.

He tries to ignore it, of course, does his best to distract himself from those insidious thoughts, but no amount of reading, sleeping or cleaning the barracks can get concern out of his system.

He worries constantly, about everyone: Erwin was a smart man, a capable soldier and an excellent commander, but he grew too used to Levi's strength and sometimes relied too much on it, and so Levi wonders - would he change his tactic this time? Or put someone else in his role of defender? And Mike, if thrusted into his shoes, would he be up for it? Would he perform just as well? And what about his squad? Going into battle without him for their first time, would they make him proud? Or break his heart?

And what of Hange, that four-eyed freak that wormed her way deeper into his heart than anyone else? Before venturing off with the others, before leaving him all alone, she promised, she swore to him that she'd be good, that she'd be careful, that she'd return safe to him, but how he can be sure? It is Hange, the brightest of minds, the wildest of hearts, who would make sure that a titan doesn't creep up on her, that she doesn't miss a giant hand moving to grab her, that she stays focused on a path right ahead and not one of the creatures that fascinate her so much?

Is her assistant vigilant enough to keep an eye on her? Is the rest of her squad just as capable?

Levi doesn't know, Levi isn't sure, and his life, full of sorrow and filled with tragedy after tragedy, taught him not to be hopeful as well.

And so he spends the three longest days in his life, cleaning every corner of the barracks and obsessing over the wellbeing of his comrades. And while these thoughts consume every second of his day, it's thoughts, anxiety over Hange, his ridiculous, laughing four-eyes that keep him up at night and push him out of the bed to wonder around empty barracks, no matter his injured ankle.

But he not only worries, he misses Hange, terribly, more fiercely than he thought was possible. The thoughts of her cloud his mind, her laughter rings in his ears and her face - with lips curled in a smile, eyes crinkling from too much laughter - is etched on the back of his lids.

When the last day of the expedition rolls around, his impatience reaches new highs and becomes so insistent that staying still stops being an option for Levi. He polishes the floors in each room until each floorboard shines brightly, eliminates the smallest specks of dust, and after his palms turn red and swollen from all that hard work, he starts pacing around, coming to stop only when the pain in his ankle gets so sharp that it becomes unbearable.

He goes out to find his horse then, jumps on to it and rides into town. Once there, he enters a cheap bar, buys a bottle of some retching alcohol and thrusts it into the hands of a garrison soldier, who, after that show of kindness, has no other choice but to let Levi get to the top of the wall.

He sits there for minutes, long hours, watching the sky turn pink, then purple then finally fade to black; when stars come out, he tries to count them all, Hange's voice ringing inside his head, as he remembers that night when she told him about constellations. So lost in his task, he almost misses the moment when stars start to vanish, and faint lines of light appear on the horizon. He stands tall, ignoring the pain in his leg, as the sun comes out in fully.

And when figures, small, practically miniscule at first, one by one appear in his line of sight, his heart swells, his worry heightens and he rushes to get down to the ground.

He lands on the soft soil just as the giant gates start to open.

His heart beats too hard, too fast, gets stuck in his throat, as he waits, waits - those short moments that he spends peeking at the slow developing gap between gates seem much longer, far more torturous than the last three days combined - waits.

When the figures start to turn discernible, the tight grip around his heart starts to lessen. The relief fills his body - Levi first sees Erwin, then Mike, Nanaba and the rest of their squad, then Petra appears, with Oluo riding right beside her, Gunter and Eld not far from them; his eyes travel further, searching, searching - he nods to every scout that catches his gaze, but the one he looks for isn't there.

First sparks of fear, gripping, dizzying, fire up his insides as scouts continue to trickle to the safety of the walls, the narrow line of them almost coming to an end, and yet there is still no sigh or sound of her.

He refuses to believe in it though, despite all his senses screaming at him that it's true. He digs his feet deep into the ground, stand still, as unmoving as statue, and looks forward, waiting to see that messy, beloved mop of brown hair.

Where is Hange, he almost asks Erwin, but words get stuck in his mouth, as the worry he had been harbouring for three days straight starts to turn into very tangible fear.

When the gate starts to close back, and his fingers start to go numb from how tightly he curls them into fists, he sees them, the members of Hange's squad. First goes Nifa, then Abel, then Keiji, and at last Moblit and...

No one.

There is no one - no laughing idiot, no goofy dork, no lovable weirdo.

Breath gets caught in his throat, his chest constricts painfully, wrecking a wheeze out of him- but he continues to watch, stubborn, hopeful against all fucking odds.

It becomes dimmer, that hope, almost nonexistent. The gates are nearly closed again, and Levi's ready to wrench his eyes away when-

When someone else runs inside, someone wild, full of life, someone noisy and filthy and irritating and-

So fucking loved.

Levi runs to her, doesn't care about the curious eyes of the townspeople or the amused gaze of his comrades. He forgets about his injured ankle, almost trips in his haste, and when Hange is close enough for him to reach out, Levi catches her in his arms.

"Shorty!" she laughs, breathless, joyful, alive. "You wouldn't believe it, but I lost my horse out there! Erwin made me walk all the way to-"

Levi doesn't allow her to finish, his lips crash against hers, as he kisses her with all the passion, all the worry and love that he feels. The position is awkward, Hange has to bend her knees to make up for their difference in height, but Levi doesn't care. He cares for nothing - not for the whistles of the scouts, not for the shocked gasps of the common folk.

Everything he cares for in this moment is in his arms, pressed tightly against him. And when he finally breaks the kiss, he keeps Hange close, his fingers like a vice around her wrist.

And in an answer to her questioning gaze, he can only murmur, "You fucking reek, four-eyes."

Hange's laughter rings loud and clear, sounds so happy; Levi's lips twitch up in a smile of his own.

His weirdo was finally back with him.

[little-fairy-forest]

Hiraeth : a homesickness to a home you can't return to

Bakugou x gn!reader, angst

The night was young. The winter frost gently coating the window of a young mans dorm who was up way past his bedtime. As he lays in his bed wrapped up warm and cosy, he fights off the sleep creaping over him like a second blanket. The crisp air in his room reminds him to shut his balcony door before he goes to sleep. Fresh air is healthy, but damn does cold air circulate quick. Katsuki steps out from his cosy warm bed to shut his sliding glass door beside his bed, adjusting the curtains to make sure no light will get in when the sunrises. The duvet covers now surrounding the ruby-eyed boy lulling him into the early stages of sleep.

As the time reads '9:26pm' the young blond continues to read the next chapter of the series he has been binging all weekend on his day off. It was hard for him to set his phone down during training, but he knew better then to get caught by his classmates in his little secret he is ashmed to admit. Scrolling for hours on end seeing if anything good happens in the next chapter.

You see, Katsuki Bakugou was like any normal teenager his age. He had hobbies and past times. But unlike others, he has a quiet the usual past time.

Katsuki likes to escape the harsh reality around him by submerging himself into your world. A fantasy world made up by some author who was able to make this young boy head-over-heals for you. Yes, you were a fictional person but you mean so much to this little hero in training, you helped him get up in the morning on the hardest and coldest days to go read the next chapter published by a fanfic writer on a popular fanfiction website. Katsuki's eyes would light up when you appeared in the lastest chapter of the series. He has some options about "how you need more scenes" and "your character needs it's own spin off". Katsuki knows his friends around him also read the little 'slice of life' series you appear in. But the difference is nobody cares for you like Katsuki does, nobody understands you like Katsuki does, and most importantly

Nobody loves you like Katsuki does.

Yes it was a silly crush, a fake crush if you will since your not real. But, did you make him happy? Absolutely. Did you keep him company? In his thoughts and dreams, yes. Katsuki knows what he does isn't healthy, and definitely is doing something to his mental health.

Relying on a fictional character to keep him happy?

How pathetic

Well, that's what he'd say to anyone else. Katsuki sometimes thinks about what he'd do if he never came across your series. What would he spend his time doing? Definitely not scroll endlessly on the Internet for decent fanfiction about you and you alone. Nobody else in the series really clicked with Katsuki. To him they really are just "backround characters" in your story.

As he shuts off his phone and plugging it into his charging cable, he places his phone on his night stand ready for the morning ahead of him. Unfortunately for Katsuki, he was never good at getting to sleep as soon as he shut his eyes. Wandering thoughts kept his mind occupied, anxiety keeping him up with silly worries. But the one thing on his mind as he tries to get even a wink of sleep before school in the morning, was what he'd do if you were real.

Katsuki liked to imagine little scenarios through the day and at night to keep his mind at ease. They started off simple, such as how you'd react in a certain hero situation or what your favoruite flavour of ice-cream is.

Over time they became more elaborate, some of Katsuki's favoruite "stories" to think about you is 'saving you from a villian attack' he's a hero in training surely saving his "crush" is a dream of his, right? Or how you'd respond to him asking you to marry him. Very far fetched, obviously, but to this boy it was simply a daydream,,

He wonders how you'd react to the Bakusquad being idiots..maybe he should keep wondering and not dwell too much on that thought exactly. He had his own headcanons of you, some defy the canon version of you to fit his own needs and wants, but thats alright since it's his headcanon. No body else's.

Katsuki read a lot online about different "shifting" methods. To be quite frank, he thought it was all bullshit. No way could you "shift" to another world? One that he knows doesn't exist because it was made up. It's just someone on some paper, how could you "travel" to their world? Didn't make sense to him

But yet, he hoped maybe prayed a little that he would have a realistic dream about you. Oh how he wishes to hold your hand or give you a bone-crushing hug. How he wishes you'd comfort him after a tiring day of being a hero at u.a , how he wishes to be reassured that everything will be okay.

Katsuki begins to drift into sleep, his breathing goes shallow and his heart beat goes to a calm pace. As his body begins to repair itself after the long day. Katsuki's brain was getting ready to indulge into the land of dreams. Some people say dreams have hidden meaning whilst others say their made up. To Katsuki they symbolise something he needs to keep an eye out for. If he is to dream about heroism and fighting villains, he is on high alert the next day. He thinks it's silly but really it's just superstition.

***

"Hey!" Katsuki yells as you run away from him, you squeel with giggles as the blond boy can't keep up with you. The ruby eyed boy manages to catch up to you and tackles you to the grassy floor that you were running through. You both seemed to be in a sunny park, filled with bloomjng flowers and green grass. Bee's working hard collecting pollen whilst the pretty butterflies just fly around enjoying their short life. Katsuki huffed and puffed at he hovered over you, a cheeky grin adorning his face as he carches his breath

"You run fast for someone so struggles to keep up with me in training" Katsuki gloats knowing you struggle to spar with him after a long day of training. You laugh at his antics as you retaliate back with just as much confidence

"You know you love me enough to not care!" You watch as Katsuki's cheeks start to coat over with a deep blush as he moves his head away. You laugh at how easily you make this boy fluster with simple words. As much as you love this boy you know you can't keep him around for long, you know his alarm will go off in a few moments so it's best if you wrap up tonights dream.

"Hey Kats' ?" You ask quietly waiting for the boy to compose himself, katsuki looks down at you still underneath him completely unphased in your current state.

"Yeah?" He responds in the same tone as you, wondering what's so important that your tone has changed from sweet and giggly to serious and almost upset

"It's almost time..." you say as you watch as the glimmer in his ruby eyes fade realising what you meant. He hates this time of the night when you have to say goodbye

"No no no, n-not yet please!" Katsuki tried to reason with you, he doesn't like this time of the night when you have to part ways, not knowing when you will meet again.

"You know I can't control this Katsuki...I promise I'll still be with you here" you sheepishly point to his heart. Unfortunately you can't hear it breaking but Katsuki most definitely can.

As you begin to fade away out of Katsuki's dream, he tries with all his strength that he has gained from training to try and keep you from disappearing, but to no avail you fade into the green grass below you as you almost appear as an oasis to the blond above you

"See ya' soon kats' " you say with tears in your normally smiley eyes that hold so much love.

"Wait please!" Katsuki pleads as he scrapes the grass that no longer has you sitting on it. Katsuki stares at the ground wondering why he can't just be with you. Yes, he knows the reason why but doesn't want to believe it.

***

Katsuki stirs in his warm bed , groaning at the sound of his alarm waking him up signalling to him to start getting ready for the day.

"Stupid alarm" katsuki pressed the 'snooze' button on his phone. He wipes the sleep out from the corner of his eyes. As he grabs his phone checking his notifications to see what the world was up to when he was asleep. One notification in particular catches his tired eyes

"New chapter posted on a manga you have favoruited!"

Katsuki seen the notification about the lastest chapter of your manga posted. He debates reading it before getting ready but instead opts for a different option.

Katsuki clicks the notification bringing him into the online manga app to view the lastest chapter. He debates his idea before going through with it, he knows it will ease his mind and not make him distracted anymore.

"Delete from library"

"Confrim"

Katsuki takes a deep breath, he hopes he can stay on track on becoming the greast hero ever. Your little manga can wait until then.

He hopes

-> masterlist

General tags : @aomi04 @justheretoaskandread @rebekah-trader @veenxys

[ghoste-catte]

I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

[writella]

Dating Luke Patterson

Luke Patterson x reader

World count: 3.8k (yes, for a headcanon, let’s not talk about it. Or is this normal? Idk.)

A/N: I made this WAY too long but hopefully you can think of this as your ultimate guide because of it, enjoy!

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• Luke is a VERY affectionate and loving boyfriend, both physically and emotionally.

• Physically:

- This boy would want to touch you anywhere and everywhere and be around you all the time.

- He’d caress your face, stand behind you and rub your shoulders and arms, hug your waist or shoulders from behind, play with your hair, fidget with your bracelets or whatever accessories you’d have on, play with your hands, have his hand on the center of your back...

- Even if he saw an eyelash on your face he wouldn’t hesitate to get it for you instead of telling you about it.

- Anyway to touch you, he’d go for it.

- He’d like to kiss your nose or your forehead when he says goodbye to you.

- When you’re alone he’d like Eskimo kisses.

- He just basks in being in your presence.

- Whether you liked to receive / give physical affection or not, you always have to remember to be a little extra affectionate with him because he really enjoys it.

- He likes knowing you’re there and that you care. He does that for everyone else, so if you do it, he’d really appreciate it.

- He likes the lingering touches the best, like intertwining your fingers together, or when you play with his hair (even though sometimes he doesn’t want it to get messed up), or you rubbing his shoulders like he does to you.

• Emotionally:

- He would be your number one supporter.

- He’d push to try new things or to speak your mind even if you’re afraid.

- He’d compliment you all the time. Saying that the band would be hopeless without you, or by telling you how beautiful he thinks you are, or how talented you are, or by marveling at your artistic or scholastic accomplishments.

- Tell you uplifting stories or give you words of encouragement when you’re feeling down.

• You love that he’s always so smiley and how his nose crinkles and eyes get all squinty when he’s cheesin’ hard.

• You think he’s sunshine personified by the way he is able to brighten up not only your day, but everyone’s day.

• He thinks you’re an angel because of the way you lighten up everyone’s life. Not to mention how you are the first to help, listen, or give advice to anyone in the band.

• Before you start dating, his heart would beat frantically when he saw you.

• After you’re together though, that would fade, but not because the excitement he feels when you’re around would go away, but because you’d become his safe place. Knowing that the person he could confide to always was around would bring a warm and content feeling all around him.

• Luke would be a romantic. We see this because of the way he always sees the bigger picture by constantly looking on the brighter side of things and by the way he writes poetry within his song lyrics, so he would treat your relationship the same way. He’d write you notes or make the band throw you a private concert or play an acoustic cover or original song just for you.

• He’d let you wear his chains or bracelets from time to time or you’d steal them.

• You’d like to play with the rings on his hand.

• You would probably get him some rings or chains to add to his collection.

• Getting a reaction out of you is his favorite thing.

• No matter how far into your relationship you are he’d still like to flirt in order to make your blush.

• If you were a writer / singer / musician he would ask you what you think of some lyrics he’s written or is thinking about writing down, but even if you weren’t, he would ask you anyways because he values your opinions and ideas.

• He either let you take or you’d steal some of his band tees. He’d get major heart eyes seeing you in them. Thinking you looked gorgeous in. his. clothes.

• He’d always give you a wink when he was on stage and saw you in the crowd or backstage.

• If you didn’t know how to play an instrument, he would want to teach you to play guitar. He just wants to share his passion.

• He’d introduce you to music you’d never listened to and you’d introduce him to 2000s + recent stuff that you think he’d like.

• When he’s in your room he’s be so nosy and look through all your stuff, but honestly, when you were in his room (if this was 90s) you’d do the same (he’d have so many CDs and other weird interesting stuff.)

Dating Ghost!Luke:

• So you can see him!

• Maybe you’re Julie’s close friend or sibling.

• You’d really enjoy that you and Julie get to have such special friendships with all three of the guys.

• Perhaps you’d never had a sense of belonging like that, and now you had a group of people you could always rely on to be there for you and understand you.

• I think it would make you and Julie closer.

• Luke would obviously be a goner for you right when he saw your face, but since he just loves to be close to everyone you couldn’t tell.

• You’d probably think if he had a crush on anyone it was Julie because of how great they look when they sing together despite how sweetly or flirtatiously he would talk to you. 

• You’d just assume he was like that with everyone.

• Julie, Alex, and Reggie would see how much he liked you though.

• You and Julie would teach the guys about the internet, different innovations, etc.

• Luke’s way of getting to talk to you more, other than pestering you with questions about yourself, would definitely be asking you about how to do this and that online, or just to talk to you about how things have changed so you can put it into perspective for him.

• He’d really like listening to your voice. He would hang onto every word.

• And you really liked his voice too, both singing and speaking, so whatever questions he asked you, you would always forward them back to him. You liked how passionately he spoke about everything. You also, hung onto every word.

• If you couldn’t touch, despite knowing that there was obviously more than friendship going on between the two of you, you’d be reluctant to tell each other of your feelings.

• When the truth comes out however you decide to make it work.

• But if you could touch, Luke would of course be the happiest guy on Earth and never let go of you.

• The band remembers to give you guys alone time in the garage or in Julie’s / your room sometimes, so you can just speak freely with him.

• But you guys also take walks on the beach or the park while you pretend you're on the  phone or have your headphones in so you can have a change of scenery.

• You would be the glue of the group / band.

• If you weren’t a part of the band (like singing / playing an instrument specifically) it would probably be easiest for you to see their band spats in an unbiased and reasonable manner.

• You’d make sure to ask Alex how he’s doing because you know he’s always got something on his mind, but doesn’t always share unless asked.

• You’d make sure to always find something fun to do with Reggie from time to time, or just start up a conversation with him about mundane things.

• You see how he likes to watch Ray and Carlos all the time, so you wonder if maybe he just wants some kind of familial connection, and you decide that it’ll be you.

• I think he’d appreciate how you take the time to ask him questions and listen to his answers seriously, despite how he says things in such a humorous tone, and you’d appreciate how surprisingly observant he is (e.g. he noticed Ray was worried about Julie by how he had been stress eating all week. Reggie is a sweet boy who cares, guys.)

• You realize you both have hidden traits that no one gives you credit for except each other.

• Luke would like how you had a unique relationship with everyone and truly put in the effort to make sure each one is personalized between you and that person. It reminded him of himself— Always trying to give a little love to everyone — It would make him that much more fond of you.

• You’d settle arguments between the guys.

• Or maybe even little arguments between Julie and Luke. Although neither could stay mad at each other for long (honestly being “mad” at each other wouldn’t even be the word), but sometimes they took opposing sides to different situations like where to add a certain verse or about a poor decision Julie felt the guys made (like haunting Bobby or going to Caleb’s), so you’d be there to give an outside opinion or to calm the heated moments.

• He’d like to stare at you whenever he could. When you were in the garage talking to Julie or Flynn or if it’s 90s!Luke he’d do it in class or in the hallways. 

• Either Julie or Alex would say he’s a creep for staring but Luke would say he’s just admiring.

• Little did he know you did the same.

• And now, speaking of 90s Luke...

Dating Alive!Luke:

• Okay, so we’re in the 90s and he’s in high school.

• He either met you because you share a class together and he thought you were pretty (and you thought he was beautiful, of course) or you and Alex shared a class together and he befriended you.

• Let’s say it’s Alex: you guys would bond over the fact that presentations are stupid and only done to make people feel uncomfortable and ultimately humiliate themselves.

• When Alex didn’t have a class with Reggie and or Luke he’d feel lonely but if you were there, you could now be a person he could go to, so you two could be lonely together.

• Even if you guys didn’t have much in common the fact that you were easy to talk to, always decided to be partners with him, or help each other out in class gave him comfort, so maybe one day he’d ask you to sit with him at lunch or see a gig his band managed to get.

• You go (You can choose which, I’m making it a choose your own adventure for about a whole second. Enjoy.) and boom enter Luke and his sunshine eyes, pretty hair, GORGEOUS arms, a muscle tee, along with his classic vans and you’re like , WHOA, but you try to hide it.

• And Luke is like, WHOA, but he tries to hide it.

• And Alex is like, “Of course.”

• And Reggie is like, “Hi I’m Reggie. We’re Sunset Curve, tell you friends.”

• And you’re like, “But I don’t have (m)any friends.”

• And Alex is like, “That’s okay I only have three (3) friends and before that I had none!”

• And Luke is like, “I’ll be your friend 👀”

• And Reggie is like, “By the way he’s looking at you, I think he wants to be more than just ‘friends’ 😏😉”

• And Luke is like, “🤡”

• And Alex is like, “🤡”

• And Reggie is like, “🤠?”

• And you’re like, *internally SCREAMING*

• Here comes that mutual pining.

• Alex starts to bring you around more often which helps you to get closer to all three of them, but especially Luke, who will ask you a series of never ending questions about yourself.

• You think Luke is just really nice and that's why he's so friendly when you’re around, but in actuality he just wants to know all about you.

• Alex and Reggie would bother him about it when you’re not around.

• One day, after he just couldn’t take it anymore he’d finally ask you out, or just kisses you unexpectedly because Luke acts before he thinks sometimes.

• The rest is history.

• Anyway...

• He’s a sweetie and probably wouldn’t really talk crap about teachers, but I know he’s not into school either.

• That being said: he’d totally get you to skip one day or quite a few days if he gets you to agree saying “please, please, please,” or telling you that you can afford to miss because you’re so much smarter than him, or just giving you so many kisses you can’t think straight.

• Skipping activities would include:

- Finding some random coffeehouse for him and the band to play impromptu while you watch.

- Adventures in the park or woods: he’s find a grassy place and sing songs to you on his guitar or you’d do something silly like play tag because Luke is a child.

- Sit on the trunk of Alex or Reggie’s car (let's say one of them has one) and have a quick make out session or just talks out life (probably his parental issues) it depends on how he’s feeling that day.

- Or finally, you guys would explore around the school and find rooms you’d never been in or see what the back of the auditorium looked like for the first time. If you guys ever get caught he’d either tell you to hide or run or find some way to get you out of it. He would take full blame, never wanting to get you in trouble.

• Once again, being the romantic he is, he’d probably take you to your first concert, write you cards, come by your locker after every period, take you out on weekends or weekdays whenever he could.

• He’d try to be a gentleman in front of your parents, really wanting them to like him, and he’d try to respect your curfew if you had one, but sometimes he would like to be rebellious (e.g. when he tells Julie to sneak out the window for their first gig) and try to get you to sneak out, especially if it was for something really special he planned. Ex. a moonlight serenade. But again, sometimes this boy doesn’t think, so he’d probably just get you to come out so you could kiss, or talk, or talk and kiss.

• All around, you guys would just have a blast together because Luke’s mission is to bring joy to your life.

• He genuinely loves seeing people happy and if you two were in a relationship, your happiness would definitely be a top top top priority.

• He would burn you CDs.

• He’d love to listen to them with you because he just loves sharing music with you and he just wants to see your reactions right then and there. 

• He’s introduce you to new things and you would talk for hours about music you both liked or movies you loved.

• He’d like to hold your hand in the halls.

• Send you notes in class or even throw them at you or if you were sitting too far apart.

• He’d even tell someone to tell you he had something to say. Down the chain his call would go till the last person closest to you tells you that Luke is asking for you. You’d look and all he’d say is “hi” with the goofiest smile.

• You’d either have no choice but to smile back because of how infectious he is, or if you had enough willpower, you’d roll your eyes and look away. If the latter, he would try again and again till he got you to give in.

• He’d mimic or make faces when the teacher or a classmate said something stupid.

• He’s a little needy that way. He just wants your attention and affection.

• Again, he’d do anything to see you smile and equally as important, bothering you is the only joy he gets out of class whenever he’s not in a class with the guys.

• You’d proofread his essays or any writing that was for any type of English class because when he’s really feeling up to it, he actually puts in effort in his writing assignments.

• You tell him that he’s a good writer and that if the band thing doesn’t work out he could always become a music / poetry teacher.

• “Too bad the band thing is going to work out,” he’d assure you.

• You believed him, but you always just want to let him know he has far more talents than what he, or his teachers, for that matter give him credit for.

• Despite his major confidence in his musical abilities he feels like he falls short in other aspects, something you were surprised to learn about him, so you do your best to compliment him and encourage him.

• But especially in school since he already thinks of it in such low standards.

• When his parents fight with him about the band, you're his safe space. Sometimes he doesn’t like to tell Alex and Reggie about all the gritty details because they have family issues too, but he can always vent to you.

• You like hanging out in his room. His personality is written all over it. Band posters, movie posters, ideas for songs as well as song lyrics he loves taped up to the wall on scrap pieces of paper and sticky notes, it’s a little messy but it’s mostly just clothes and crumpled paper on the floor.

• Unfortunately, you don’t hang there too much because Luke doesn’t always like being around his parents.

• His parents like you though and enjoy when you’re around the house because it means Luke is actually around too.

• They know you encourage him at school and his mother specifically knows he needs that extra support and appreciates you for it.

• She’s told you that she wishes she could show Luke that she wants to give him that, but sometimes Luke gets too preoccupied with his music and has the notion that just because she is concerned about his career choice that she is totally against him.

• Speaking of that, despite how much Luke loves being your boyfriend and tries his best to show you how much he loves you, he’s not always perfect.

• Sometimes music and the band comes between you two as well.

• When he’s really driven on a song idea, whether it be working on the lyrics to a song, composing the music to it , rehearsing it with the band, etc., it will take all his attention.

• When he gets a fixation on something, he can be very single minded.

• All he’ll want to do is be with his thoughts and guitar or with the band that he forgets to check in with you.

• Once you tell him though, he will feel terrible about it. Not seeing how his passion can make him so blind at times.

• “I just get really into it, you know? I’m sorry! I can make it up to you.” His bottom lip would jut out and his eyes would drop dopily. He always looked like such a puppy, you could stay mad for long.

• “How are you going to prove you’re really sorry?” you’d ask knowing this wasn’t the first nor will it be the last time he gets “really into” his music.

• “I’m dropping everything today. It’s just you and me. Promise.” And he’d mean it.

• When Luke knows he’s at fault he will always try 110% to make it right. He doesn’t like it when he hurts people, especially you. He feels like he’s failed in a way.

• He’d show you new snippets of new songs he’s working on.

• You guys would talk endlessly about favorite bands and he would introduce you to ones you’d never heard before.

• You liked when he talked about his favorite musicians. Seeing someone talk passionately about something they loved was always beautiful to witness, but when Luke did it, it was next level.

• He’d literally buzz everywhere, talk super fast, and bounce around. He vibrates happiness and those are the moments where you knew for sure why he was so determined on his goals to make the band work. The love he has is so intense, so undeniable, so unbreakable. You hoped you could find something you loved like that one day. Other than him, of course.

• Oh, wait? Is that how you figure out you love him? For his passionate and brave spirit that did nothing but put a smile on your face all day, everyday? You couldn’t even compute the thought. It felt right, of course, but it was scary.

• You didn’t tell him. I think he’d say I love you first anyway and you’d happily say it back, finally releasing the beautiful realization you held inside for so long.

• He’d want you to go to every gig they got.

• “I can’t do it without you,” he’d say.

• Sometimes he knew you couldn’t though, because he and the band would only get slots in the middle of the night sometimes, or they’d do all-nighters around the city playing on the outsides of clubs just to get noticed.

• Sometimes they would get in trouble, or even ban from some places and he didn’t want you to be a part of that. He’d tell you that he wants you to get your sleep.

• But if it was the weekend, or the summer, or just a day you decided you have the time to be rebellious, you’d love to cheer them on, or maybe you would even be the getaway driver when workers would try to kick them out.

• You’d help Luke and the boys with their homework or school work a lot.

• Whether you were smart or an average student they’d think you were a genius and appreciate how you remind them of assignment deadlines from the classes you’d share. They only went to school to spend time together and outside of school was for music, so they’d probably fail without you.

• Luke would be the first to thank you every time.

• You would be there for him when he ran away. You’d tell him that maybe he should go back and talk to his parents or that maybe it would be best to at least finish high school, but he dismisses both as options immediately, saying that he knows what he wants. That school nor his parents are going to give it to him, so why bother.

• You support him and believe in his dream, but you still worry from time to time. You decide that it's his choice and that you love him, so you just make sure that he is eating, sleeping, and that you’re there for him if he needs someone to talk to or just someone to hug.

Now back to the general stuff:

• He’d give you a nickname. Personally, I think he’d try to shorten your name in some way that hopefully no one else calls you yet so he can feel special.

• Alex and Reggie would probably start calling you by that nickname sometimes too soon after that.

• As for usual nicknames, I think sometimes when he greets you he’d call you “beautiful”

•  “Hey beautiful, how you doin’?” Lets pretend that he watched the first season of Friends in ‘94 and then watched the rest on your laptop after he comes back and be obsessed like Charlie.

• He’d make your laugh a lot. Sometimes because he’s flirty or silly but other times it was because he could just be really dumb (in a sweet way, of course.)

• You would wonder why everyone would call Reggie the clueless one. It seemed like all the guys shared one braincell and Alex just hogged it most of the time.

• He’d love kissing. I don’t think he’d do full on make outs in the halls or in front of the band (not because he's shy though), but when you two were alone, in the garage or in each other's rooms he would be so down, there is no stopping him, and he’d try to make them last as long as he could.

• He would ask for good luck kisses before a show just to get you to touch him, as always.

• When you saw him shirtless for the first time your breath would be taken away. You knew he was probably toned because those sleeveless tees but you still couldn’t predict just how GORGEOUS and HOT he would look, whew.

• He’s probably get cocky for a second because of your speechless reaction.

• But that confidence would go right out the door whenever he saw you without a shirt, his eyes would be blown, totally star struck.

• He’d like to cuddle or rest his head on your lap, especially when he needs to relax from the stress he’s feeling due to his home life or from writing. You’d gently stroke his hair. It would soothe him.

• He’d also like it when you rest your head on his lap too. In those moments, he would take it as full permission to touch you and kiss you up, no complaints.

• Overall, Luke would just love you up and write you pretty songs forever and ever. Best boyfriend.

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Thank you for reading! Who else wants to have this boy as their handsome and adorable ghost boyfriend? I love him.

[the12thnightproject]

And a second one, because I can't stop myself 🙈

Characters: Masamune & Mitsuhide

Prompts: 9, 18

Spice level: NSFW is okay

Thank you again, I hope... I hope this gives you a bit of room for chaos 😉😹 May bingo last! ❤️

Thank you for the second ask! And boy oh boy did you give me chaos. The combination of "Question and Answer" format and "Unresolved Sexual Tension" was ... well torture for me, given how much I rely on scenic narration, body language and inner monologues.

Granted, I sort of trapped myself too, by noting that if an AU was not requested, the fic would be written in the canon universe, which ruled out a job interview, or a psychotherapy session, and I couldn't figure out how to get UST into a Q&A article of the Azuchi Gazette.

I even tried creating a new OC and pretending a documentary filmmaker had gone through the wormhole and was doing an interview of both Masamune and Mitsuhide before the battery on her camera wore out (but it felt too wordy and clunky).

The "blooper real/outtakes" of my attempts to write this might be an entertaining anthropological post someday.

Anyway, I decided to write an interrogation scene... which in the cannon universe made the most sense, generally. Though it still posed a couple of problems:

Mitsuhide is Azuchi's prime interrogator so that could work but I couldn't figure out what he would be questioning Masamune about, since Masa isn't the type to betray Nobunaga,

If I switched their roles (as not only in route, but also in some story events, Mitsuhide gets routinely accused of betrayal) it made a little more canon sense, however... Masamune doesn't seem like he'd be good at interrogating.

So then I thought, ok, what if they were good cop, bad cop style interrogating MC, and almost went with that, but with three people, I couldn't work out the balance of UST.

Then I almost punted and did a more of a headcanon mini-interrogation scenes for Masa/MC then Mitsu/MC for each one's interrogation style ... but those were pretty much already done in their game routes, so it felt like going over old territory.

Finally, I returned to the idea of a Masamune/Mitsuhide interrogation scene between the two of them, question/answers only (except for a brief set up note at the beginning to set the scene).

By the end of it, I felt like I was the one with my brains dribbling out of my ears - this one truly was a challenge for me. Thank you for making me exercise my writer muscles! Chaos definitely reigned supreme on this one.

[chocolate-parfait]

Yay, askbox is open! I hope that means requests too, if not please ignore this and sorry. But could I request another angst? Could I please ask for headcannons for Dazai (and the others could be either Theo, Vincent, Leo, Comte, Will or Arthot, you can choose two, 'cause I can't XD) who find their S/Os suicide note? You can take it wherever you want from there. Thank you so much, love your works <3 Have a grwat day!

Hi @robin-the-enby !! I'm happy to see you in my inbox again, and although this took me embarrassingly long (my procrastination tendencies and school got the better of me :,)), I'm more than happy to provide something that will help with your coping! Despite it all, I hope that you'll get better soon and hang on a while longer. I'm sure this prolonged pandemic has had negative effects on most people's mental health, but remember that we'll get through this in one way or the other! Stay strong and keep fighting, if it gets too much don't hesitate to take a break and go easy on yourself❤

Halfway through I realized I was writing scenarios instead of simple headcanons ,, I was too engrossed in writing to realize it oops 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️

Finding MC'S suicide note - Ikevamp headcanons (Dazai, Arthur & Leonardo)

(TW; suicide / mentions of self-harm / major character death / blood)

(CW; slight and inaccurate spoilers for Dazai's past)

For those who'd like to avoid specific contents, this is what I wrote for each suitor:

Dazai - MC is unconscious and bleeding, I didn't specify whether they survive or not

Arthur - MC is stopped before they can do anything, survives

Leonardo - MC isn't stopped in time, dies

Dazai

It was as if history was repeating itself. The message, the bloodied sheets and the unconscious body. The only different thing was perhaps.... him. It was a him that had experienced true happiness, a him that had learned forgiveness, a him that knew better than retort to suicide as a way of repentance. And yet... was it not enough? Dazai's mind swirled with the pungent thoughts of his own fate as he ran with your body in his arms. He ran, and ran, and ran, passing by a seemingly endless succession of hallways and wooden doors.

Never before did he wish your room was closer to Arthur's, as he felt your body grow colder and his clothes dampen with blood with each step forward. And yet the stars that were now adorning the night sky's black cape, seemed to be offering their compassion to him, for when Dazai burst into the writer's room he saw him sitting at his desk, completely sober and still functioning in the middle of the night.

Arthur slightly turned in his chair, and as he was about to comment with displeasure how rude it was of the man to come into his room completely unannounced, his mouth was left agape and eyes wide open, wordlessly staring at your limp and seemingly unmoving body as the smell of blood hit his nostrils in mere seconds.

"What in the Heavens happened-?!" Arthur abruptly stood up, leaving his half-finished manuscript forgotten on the table, rushing closer to check your pulse. The two novelists had never liked each other, a difference in life choices maybe, but it surely was not a hate that could surpass even the most perilous of situations, particularly because you were an outsider to their rivalry. As such, Arthur did not hesitate to put to good use all his medical knowledge, carefully rushing through every step to avoid the worst.

Seconds slowly transformed into hours, although Dazai was convinced time had stopped ever since the moment he had found you on your bed, utterly frozen in a state of unconsciousness with a crumpled letter of apologies laying on the bloodied sheets. The only thing that perhaps gave him the slightest hint to time’s passing was the way he could feel the blood on his chest and hands grow drier as the night morphed into the day.

As the first rays of light poked from behind the thick curtain of the doctor’s room, Dazai sat by his bed, right next to you, silent and outwardly calm, although dazed in the raging storm inside his heart.

Perhaps this was what Destiny itself had decided for him. Perhaps it was wrong of him to blame casualty instead of himself. His old, stupid self, who hadn’t learnt a single thing from past mistakes. But as his fellow vampire’s warm hand came to rest on his shoulder, Dazai decided to delay all judgment about his negligence until the Gods determined your fate.

Arthur

Staring at the familiar handwriting, Arthur felt his whole body grow numb, as if someone had thrown him in the darkest depths of the ocean, leaving him to suffocate under the overwhelming weight of the waters above.

He had noticed the worsening of your symptoms, but he had never imagined you'd go to these lengths. He had gravely underestimated your condition, and he could already hear the old ghosts of his past laughing at him, pointing their fingers while mocking him. But now, he had no time to worry about his own lack of foresight; his priority was getting to you in time, so that all could be fixed, hopefully.

Scanning the writing on your tear-stained note, his brain started listing all the possible places where you could've gone with a speed that would leave speechless even Sherlock Holmes himself. The writing was hurried and scrambled, meaning that it was a sudden decision. The city was too far away and bustling with people that could interfere, so it was an unlikely location. As he was running around the mansion in search of you, he passed in front of the terrace on the last floor; there, he saw your clothes swirling in the wind, and your figure standing on the stone railing.

He almost crashed against the glass door as he launched himself forward with extreme speed. You were there, looking down and slightly trembling. You were scared, as it was normal, but if death frightened you so, then what pain would be so strong to push you in its embrace? To drive you away from his warm arms and into the eternal darkness? Was such a painful experience worth the possible relief?

"MC!!!" Arthur shouted out of instinct with his whole lungs, like a volcano erupting in all its fury. A few steps later and you were falling backwards, your back colliding with his chest as he harshly pulled you to him. It all happened so fast that you didn't even have the time to turn your head and look at him. Now that you were on the ground, safely locked in his embrace, everything slowly sank in.

His voice came out choked and trembling. "W-what were you thinking-?!" He was trying so hard to hold everything back; the tears, the sobs, the anger in his voice. He was angry at himself, and you were not the target of his resentment, but he realized that it could be easily misunderstood by someone in your situation. Taking a deep breath and turning you around, he stared deeply into your pained eyes, softening his iron-like grip on your forearms.

His voice now steadier yet gentle with affection and worry added:"Love, I'm sorry for not noticing all of this sooner. I'm sorry for not helping you enough. Still, I want to be of some use to you, I want to be there for you.” A sharp breath interrupted his speech, maybe from him, you or perhaps both of you. “…So please, please rely on me; whenever you feel like you can't do it anymore, whenever you feel like you have enough of life, give me the chance to help you."

Seconds later, you burst into tears, sobbing confused "I'm sorry"s in the crook of his neck. Arthur slowly caressed your hair soothingly, as his heart continued to painfully hammer against his chest. He knew this was not going to be an easy nor a short journey; it was going to take time, and it would be hard, but he wouldn't give up on you no matter what. Through thick and thin, the way you did for him, he was going to support you the whole way.

"I love you more than anything in the world, MC." he added at last, hugging you tightly.

Leonardo

The deafening sound of crickets did not reach the man’s ears. He couldn’t hear anything but the fast pumping of his own blood in his veins. A heartbeat that had never and would never stop; stronger than anyone else’s, but also alone. The sound of his heart was utterly lonely, the only one under the white gazebo, now shrouded in the darkness of the night.

How much he would give not to hear it anymore, to put an end to it right then and there. But he couldn’t. And as Fate loved torturing him endlessly, he was now once more deprived of a person he loved. But this time was different than the countless others before. He thought he had gotten used to the company offered by Death herself, and it had been long ever since tears burned within his eyes, as if made of fire.

Between his arms laid a lifeless body, utterly still and deprived of any warmth. It seemed like mere moments had passed when Leonardo was contentedly caressing your hair as a tired yet relaxed sigh fell from a pair crimson lips, which whispered some loving words before blooming into a smile. Now, they were pale and slightly agape, a cold frown sculpted onto the body’s face. Perhaps he had gotten so used to the passage of time that he did not pay it more mind. Perhaps all his memories took place too long ago, and perhaps things had changed considerably from those happy moments you shared.

Leonardo’s expression subconsciously mimicked your own, one that would remain in his mind for who knows how long, and he did not dare to move away, sitting there with you for the very last moments of his eternally long life. He tried not to think about the way his heart lurched in his chest like a ship at sea during a storm when he found your note. Your handwriting, calm and precise as if it was a decision you had made long ago; where was his mind wandering off to while you were deciding to seal your own fate?

Silently strangling all those whirling thoughts in his head until they died down, leaving him in a deathly silence, he lovingly bid you farewell with a final kiss to your lips.

“Hopefully, we’ll meet in another life.”

“Next time, I won’t let this happen again”

Suffering was human, but he had learnt all too well how contagious pain could be. And yet, he now found himself isolated in his grievance, for you weren’t with him anymore.

[pink-apollo]

💕Nikto showing his face to his S/o💕 | Headcanons |

I honestly didn’t expect my other post to be shared by two of my favorite fanfic writers and my heart was just💕💕💕💕 Like seeing this after work made my over all day just freaking amazing. Please keep up the great work you lovely people🥺🖤

(Originally on my wattpad, figured tumblr could use some more Nikto content. )

Warnings: None, too fluffy for me, I apologize if he is ooc I don’t have him unlocked yet

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💜Nikto is a very private person. Let's be honest shall we? He picks and chooses people who he wants to be close with and form a bond with that said person/s.

💜He was never keen on showing his face at all in fear of not only judgment, but that the only thing people know him for. He doesn't want to be known for the things he has endured but rather for his morals and personality.

💜Nikto takes his time with the person he is interested in. Doesn't rush them, he waits patiently, throwing around the idea that he is interested in them and waits for their reaction.

💜Even though his s/o only sees his eyes, they swear that they are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen which makes Nikto all warm and fuzzy on the inside. He's very appreciative of his s/o but fears that maybe they will back away and never want to se him again.

💜Even though he doesn't say it, he is flattered that you enjoy being around him and adore his eyes. It spurs him on a bit to open up but yet fear takes over.

💜It'll probably be when he feels the most calm and at ease that he removes his mask. The fact that you have waited so patiently for him to be comfortable and that he can always rely on you is such a joy.

💜 You can tell by the way he's shifting ever so slightly and eyes frantically looking everywhere but you, that there's something eating at him, making him act unusual from how he normally is which is very calm and collective

💜 The Russian is unsure as he sits on the bed looking down. He hears you call his name and looks up, eyes in a daze as he watches you come closer to him, sitting yourself in front of him legs crossed.

💜How you say his name makes his heart skip a beat as his head perks up from your soft voice.

💜The room is dimly lit, curtains are closed, a lamp on the side of the bed is on but the yellow light looks like it'll burn out soon the longer it stays on.

💜He feels you take his hand into yours as you gently rub his knuckles to ease the tension that was beginning to build up in his hands that were once clenched but now lay limp.

💜With one hand he begins to undo the mask, bit by bit until until he finally takes of the last piece. His hair was short, the lamp giving it a sandy colored look.

💜He felt your hand leave his and flinched for a sec as he saw you reach for his face. He knows you would never hurt him but he can't help but think of the thoughts floating through that pretty little head of yours.

💜He felt the tip of your thumb trace the long scar that was against his cheek, and ever so softly place a gentle kiss. He heard you giggle as you stared at the the stained limp print that was left from you.

💜His head tilted as he was unsure and his eyebrows furrowed at the scene unfolding in front of him

💜It took him a moment before he realized you weren't laughing at him, but at the lipstick stain that he saw in the mirror that was sitting behind you. A sigh of relief came from him as he felt you cup both sides of his face and place a kiss on his scarred lips.

💜Nikito sat there bewildered at the affection you were giving him and was baffled. Nobody has ever seen his face since he was tortured and it hurt to look at it even some days. He felt as if this was too good to be true and maybe even a dream as you sat there, stroking his face with your fingers, tracing every scar, eyes filled up with so much love.

💜Nothing was said as it was a mutual understanding between the both of you. No words were needed to be said. Actions was all that was needed. And that was okay.

💜The wall that was built began to crumble down as he realized that it was okay. He was still a hardy and stubborn person, but moments like this was such a rare feeling. A sigh of content drew from him as he pulled you into his lap as he laid against the headboard of the bed, the pillows supporting his back as you sat in his arms adoring him.

[astrochemstry]

hey, can u do connor x miguel headcanons (dear evan hansen)

ANON. THANK YOU FOR THIS. So sorry it took so long and i hope they’re not out of character!! (had to rely on my buddy, wiki)

im assuming this is romantic bcs of the stuff that happened with them, uhh if thats not the case, feel free to send another ask!! (this sounds so stupid to say so sorry- just making sure)

OK SO

Connor is Alive but b e f o r e the letter. JK but lets just say that he is alive but not allowed to talk with Miguel bcs of that marijuana stuff

FORBIDDEN LOVE!!!!!

Miguel invites Connor over a lot when Miguel’s mom aint home

So then we have napping boyfriends!!!

Connor loves to draw while laying his head on Miguel’s lap while Miguel talks about new stuff he learned that day

“Ooh, want to hear about viking wedding traditions too?” “Mhm.” “Nice, So-“

Connor listens but not listen?? Like yeah he hears him but doesnt take in what he says sometimes because he just loves Miguel’s voice

Also He likes to draw what Miguel tells him :]

Everytime he has to go, he gives the drawing to Miguel hehe

Miguel is also very supportive of Connor

“Hey, i want to be an artist” “Thats great! I support you!”

Suddenly Next day, its the same thing but Connor wants to do something else and Miguel responds with the Same thing

Connor thought it was because Miguel didnt care and that caused some sort of Tension for a bit

But They sat down, talked, and it was just Miguel wanted to support whatever he wanted— whether artist, writer and whatnot and no matter how fast he changes it

Connor gets high, Miguel hasnt and wanted to try, does not understand how it works— then talks about it

“i dont get how powder can get you high. Imagine that with baby powder- Woah, hold on a moment, what if-“ Connor just listens lmao

(I honestly dont know what happens when people get high but im tired to search it)

When Connor is sad, Miguel, once, sneaked into his Room at night

Connor was freaking out because wHat the fUCK?? dUDE???

Connor has a lotta problems but he thinks most of them are stupid, and they are totally not

"Its so stupid.” They’re not stupid. I'm here for you until it stops being ‘stupid’."

Same thing happens when Miguel is sad but Connor does it like,, a lot,, when high mostly

I think both of them are sort of lost in life? They dont really know what they want or need so its a huge trip of questions

But they know they want to go through it together

Miguel is much more social while Connor is the opposite, sometimes it can cause a problem

One time, one of Miguel’s relatives almost found out about Connor

So now they hang out at

THE ORCHARD!!! YEAH FUCKERS!! THE FUCKING ORCHARD!!

Picnics but Junk Food, Coke and other stuff

They read a lotta books there!!

Connor likes to sit under a tree

Miguel loves to lay with Connor under tree

Resting his head on Connor’s shoulder!!!!

AND CONNOR HOLDING HIS HAND!!!

Honestly its like Romeo and Juliet tbh

Anyways thats all i can think of rn, gonna head to bed!!

[juminly]

Hellooo 🌸 I was wondering if you can write a few IkemenVampire headcanons related to ballroom dancing? If I would choose characters it would be Comte, Theodorus, and Napoleon?

Hello there! ❤ This ask literally made my day! I absolutely adore ballroom so I’m just gonna let my imagination run and take you on this ride with me! 

PS: A lot of the dance styles that I will be mentioning are a bit more modern so kindly disregard the historical/timeline accuracy. This is just a speculation of what they would enjoy and also portray a certain aspect of their personality (in my humble opinion). Also, I am no expert in ballroom dancing so there might be some inaccuracy. 

For each dance style, a song was chosen. Feel free to play it, close your eyes and imagine yourself dancing with your suitor. Comte de Saint-Germain 

Was there any type of ballroom dance this man couldn’t do? The answer is no. But, for the sake of writing this, I’ll be choosing one… try to.

This man is the incarnation of grace and the sight of him alone is enough to make one whimper. He will have you joined by the hip, his shoulders and back in perfect posture while he holds you up and he anchors you to him. He guides you around the dancefloor and it’s simply effortless. What other than a slow waltz?

It wouldn’t even matter if you fumble on your feet, he guides you across in a seamless trajectory as you danced around the dancefloor as rhythmically as the serene ebb and flow of a river.

He smiles down at you and watches how your hair just floats around you, making you appear like an otherworldly creature, an apparition of something holy and sacred. You were his treasure and he held you in a way that foretold his deep adoration for you.

His loving gaze would linger on your face, watching how your cheeks grow light shades of rose by the second from the movement but also the intimacy of his embrace.  

The slow tempo of the music and the dance gives him all the time to marvel at your beauty and appreciate your presence with him while his feet glide almost thoughtlessly on the ground, seemingly carrying you around.

The moment you would step onto the dancefloor, you were both captivated with another, living in a world where only the two of you existed. He would lean down and whisper softly in your ear, his voice velvety low “Vous êtes absolument ravissante, ma chérie.”

And while he danced with you, he would recite to you the most romantic of words, written by him and by other writers.

He quoted Honore de Balzac to you, his husky voice seeping into your skin and propelling your entire existence into a frenzy of heightened emotions. Anything he said to you in French, he would later on translate it, rendering you even more speechless.

“Tu as tout ce qui me plaît. Tu exhales pour moi, le parfum le plus enivrant qu'une femme puisse avoir, cela seul est un trésor d'amour. Je t'aime avec un fanatisme qui n'exclut pas cette ravissante quiétude d'un amour sans orages possibles. Oui, dis-toi bien que je respire par l'air que tu aspires, que je ne puis jamais avoir d'autre pensée que toi. Tu es la fin de tout pour moi.”

Comte simply made it hard to breathe.

Song choice would be: Earned It (Slowed) by the Weekend.

Another style of ballroom dance that this man would absolutely excel in: the Argentinian Tango.

Rest assured that the moment you slide your body against his, his hands traveling and tracing the curves and lines of your body, your legs twining with one another and he’s got you ensnared and he doesn’t plan on letting you go.

Theodorus Van Gogh

You cannot deny that this man exudes a unique sense of elegance.

Yes, he can be an asshole sometimes, pretty blunt and seems inconsiderate and selfish but he is much more than that. First impressions shouldn’t last for long and they don’t especially when you get to know more about him.

Considering his upbringing and his line of work, this man possesses almost envious poise and frustrating charm (you just can’t resist him even if you want to smack his smug handsome face).

You absolutely wouldn’t expect it from him but this man knows how to have fun and he takes you on an exhilarating ride. Out of all dances, the one he enjoys the most is the quickstep.

What was most surprising was the excitement that oozed from him and the challenge in his eyes.

This was such a different side to him but boy, this man knows how to show a girl some good fun (especially if he is completely smitten with her… and you were the lucky girl).

He is surprisingly quick on his feet and his smile would stretch across his face while he guides you around, one chassé after another, as he twirled around

It’s a wild ride, your heart hammering hard in your chest with the melody booming around the room and your laughter echoing so harmoniously, blessing this man with the most pleasant sound he’s ever heard.

The music is upbeat and his feet meticulously shuffle with exquisite coordination and fluidity as he literally floats on the ground, running across the ballroom like he owned the damn place.

He would definitely tease you and call you a clumsy Knabbeltje when you would trip. However, he’d just hold you even tighter and continue moving like a marionette controlled so skillfully.

He secretly loves the fact that you have to rely on him to guide you and teach you the steps. He wants to be able to share these moments of happiness with you and create more of them too.

He looks liberated and carefree, like the world is his for the taking as long as he has you in his arms. You never thought you would ever see such an expression on this man’s face but there are so many sides to him that the world has yet to see.

Song choice would be: The World Is Mine by Hooverphonic. (and with you, he feels so divine)

On a more sensual note, this man doesn’t give an absolute damn. He wants to claim every single inch of you, your bodies flush against one another and touching you even where his hands cannot reach.

What other than the bachata? If you still weren’t physically intimate with one another, you would definitely know, feel and see how intensely this man craved you. His gaze would be heavy with yearning and his touch and movements beyond tantalizing.

You had absolutely no idea that Theodorus could roll his hips like that. The moment he did, he smirked as you bit your lips, clearly affected by his very obvious ministrations.

It made your heart flutter and your skin grow hotter as your desire and need for him would heighten with every beat of the music.

This melody and vibe of this song absolutely describes the rise of emotions and the slow burn of desire that would eventually consume you: Crazy (Bachata Remix by DJ Karui) covered by Daniela Andrade.

Napoleon

What else would you expect from the former Emperor of France? A dance that is inspired by the military: the Paso Doble.

The movement of your bodies was fierce, a battle of dominance between lovers, the collision of unbridled lust and love fused into one.

Your eyes locked on his, unable to look away. He wouldn’t even allow it, even if you wanted to. His eyes were gleeful and his smile was almost diabolical as you paced around each other, linking your arms together as you pushed yourselves against one another and pulled away.

There was no telling who was the predator and who was the prey and it made it all the more exciting… undeniably exhilarating.

You could feel the adrenaline rushing through your veins while your heart pumped loudly in your chest, almost to the point of aching, your heartbeats ringing loudly in your ears.

The atmosphere around you was dense and the tension was so tangible and almost unbearable. Every moment your bodies would meet, the inexorable need within you was too hard to ignore and it threatened to make you crumble.

The moment one of you backed down, the other would be victorious and you knew that Napoleon was starved for victory, his eyes already feasting on you the way he would when he’d make love to you.

He loved to see you display such strength before a fighter such as himself. You were astonishing as you challenged him head-on and your dances (fights) would always end with a searing kiss.

Song choice would be: Hisoka’s Theme by Yoshihisa Hirano

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