#and they aren't shy about occasionally laughing at each others' expenses in that show

[mimzaucracks]

Superquest doodles

I'm an ardent the-other-three-1987-turtles-would-just-laugh-at-Raphael-and-his-misfortunes-in-the-episode truther, which resulted in possibly one of my most fun and favourite doodle dumps.

These drawings are specifically how I imagine the 1987 turtles would've/could've been in that episode.

[bbnibini]

Lost in Translation (Zhongli)

In which a certain archon scrambles about his feelings and forgets the most important thing--his beloved traveller is an outlander, unfamiliar with the ways of Liyue (aka idiots in love: the fanfic). AO3 vers

A lazy day for him, a busy day for you--no matter the contrast of your agenda, you and Zhongli made it a habit to meet in the food stalls by Liyue Harbour. His presence and calm extinguished the fatigue from the many commissions and personal commitments you promised others of doing. You haven't really questioned what kind of impact you had on him, or why he seemed so dedicated on meeting with you despite your conflicting schedules.

Was it the free meals?

That was what you thought--yet he only ever orders the same kind of tea or a slight variation of it every evening.

"That will be 5201 Mora." The waitress would say on typical days. You share idle conversation together and muse about plans for the distant future.

"I'm feeling extravagant tonight." He would sometimes joke (who knew he was capable of that?) when you had missed several dinners with him. Ten Mora added to his usual set for an extra spot of tea2. You would always point out that he didn't have the right to brag about spending “extravagantly” over a paltry sum which he didn't pay for anyway, but he would only smile at you and look contemplative.

"What's wrong?"

Zhongli would sigh in response, choosing not to answer you. He would instead marvel about the beauty of the moon3 in the dark, night sky.

Was it the view?

He always found something beautiful about the weather---waxing poetry even in unpleasant storms.

"Radishes? Why would I love radishes?4 I don't get it," you would answer honestly, and he would place his hand atop your head and let it rest there.

"Everything is beautiful if you choose to believe it is."

Huh. You never thought of that.

"Well, I suppose radishes are rather filling."

You liked the sound of his laughter---perhaps it was even the reason why you looked forward to thunderstorms.

Was it the (occasional )unexpected dinner guests?

"Comrade, you're here!♡"

"Childe! I can't breathe!"

Childe didn't make it a secret that he's interested in you. In fact, he was rather vocal with his affections.

Sickeningly sweet nicknames, embarrassing confessions after sparring matches, bouquets of flowers at every opportunity--he was your most relentless suitor. You voiced out your discomforts with his overzealous..."methods" but it all falls on deaf ears. You voiced out such discomforts to the attentive Zhongli on your shared dinners.

To show his support, the Geo Archon had a habit of spending more when the Snezhnayan were around. He would order the most expensive tea set, and would make it a point to sit on the other seat beside you, whispering,

"Won't you order more, Traveller?"

...as if asking you to conspire against the Fatui with him.

"What? This tiny portion for 52013145 Mora? I'd rather buy something else!"

Zhongli would shake his head and lean closer--almost a breath away with you.

"But you aren't the one paying tonight."

For a god who was thousands of years old, it was refreshing to see he still had a mischievous side to him.

Was he even enjoying your time together at all?

Something felt off today. He was a solemn man, but he felt more...serious right now. Childe wasn't around your usual spot yet he still ordered the shop's most expensive tea set.

"Good evening, Traveller."

You could feel tension in the way he brought the cup to his lips.

"What are you drinking tonight?" You tried to bring light conversation to the awkward vibe you both had, but as he brought his cup down and looked at you, you suddenly felt embarrassed. His amber eyes seemed...penetrating. Even the honeyed tone of his voice sounded dry.

"Vinegar6."

"Did something happen, Zhongli?" You cried. "Wai-- Vinegar?! Why are you drinking that?"

It worried you to see that he frowned even further at your inquiry.

"...this is unbecoming of me. I apologise. Shall we take a stroll outside?"

He didn't answer your questions again, but you relented. He wasn't the most direct person you knew. Unlike Childe who does not shy in voicing out his thoughts and his feelings, Zhongli was a lot more subdued. Sometimes, you wished he would speak out more. But given his disposition, you knew it would be impossible to ask of him.

"The moon is beautiful tonight as well, isn't it?3"

His remark made you look up at the dark, starless sky. Any indication of the glowing moon was absent. You squinted your eyes to look closer but never sighted the moon he sung praises to.

"It's an expression."

"Expression?" You turned to him with a frown on your face. You were speaking the same language, but you didn't understand him at all. "Zhongli--"

However his words confused you, the warmth of his lips on yours gave it clarity.

As he pulled away and held you close, the absence of his answer lingered--however, your pounding heart that grew bashful with his stares pestered you, as if saying that you would get your answer if you kissed him again.

"I'm not as honest as that person. I'm afraid I shy away from such bold declarations. Even now, I cannot seem to say it out loud."

"But you're talking to me just fine?"

You were relieved to hear him laugh again. The warmth of his embrace betrayed his beating heart that matched with the pace of your own.

"I wish I talked...more. I'm sorry for worrying you.

.

.

.

.

...envy brings the worst in me, I'm afraid."

"Envy?"

He sounded bashful. "Of...the Fatui Harbinger taking your attention."

...Realising its implications made you bury your head on his chest.

"Would it be presumptuous of me to assume that the feeling is mutual?"

"You're unfair, you know that?"

The answer you were seeking for had finally been found as you exchanged another kiss under the moonless night.

"Hey, Zhongli?"

"Yes, traveller?"

You responded to the silent words he couldn't seem to say...

"I can die happily7."

...but you could hear clearly in your heart.

Footnotes:

1 ) 520 in Chinese is (wǔ èr líng) = 我爱你 (wǒ ài nǐ) “I love you.”

2) 530 in Chinese is (wǔ sān líng) ＝ 我想你 (wǒ xiǎng nǐ) “I miss you.”

3) The moon is beautiful tonight is an indirect way of saying "I love you" in olden Japan--the expression being credited to Natsume Soseki, a famous Japanese novelist

4) 萝卜青菜，各有所爱。 (Luóbo qīngcài, gè yǒu suǒ ài. 'radishes greens, each have that-which loves') — Radishes and greens, each have those who love them. I.e. "one man's meat is another man's poison" or "each to his own". Tweet

5) 1314 (yī sān yī sì) = 一生一世 (yī shēng yī shì) “Always / forever.” Often combined with 520 so that it becomes 5201314, or “I’ll love you forever.”

6) to drink vinegar/chī cù (吃醋) : to feel jealous

7) According to this source, the phrase 死んでもいいわ | shindemo iiwa (I can die happy) is the best response to footnote 3, translated from the works of novelist Shimei Futabatei.

Sources: one two three four five

[thatspookyagent]

Affectionate headcanons with Mr. Gallant (Male!Reader)

Requested: Nope!

Warnings: None!

A/N: Decided to write up some soft headcanons for Mr. Gallant with a Male!Reader! I'm honestly not ENTIRELY sure what the Outposts have in them or what are the rooms that we don't see and what do they contain in them, so I hope y'all don't mind me kinda spitballing some of this! Lol just think of it as an AU or sumthen, anyway hope y'all enjoy! :))

Tags: @darlingkitt @sojournmichael @xavierplympton

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Important: Whatever the reader says is in italics!

Gallant is 100% the little spoon, he just lives for being coddled and wrapped up in someone else's arms no matter his partner's height

If you're shorter than him then he slides underneath you so that your chin rests on top of his head and your legs can wrap around his waist securely

If you're taller then he still slides underneath you but instead plays footsies with you beneath the covers while you tickle him here and there

One of his favorite cuddling positions is to lay with his back against your chest and at an angle so that his weight isn't completely on you while he rants about his day and anyone who got on his nerves

He absolutely loves talking shit about his grandma as you rub his shoulders and comfort him, reassuring him that he's incredibly strong and brave for enduring her existence

He'd also discuss his job as a hairstylist before the nuke hit, the two of you would laugh together as he tells stories about clients rushing to him because they were having a really bad hair day, or he'd talk about the time some rich lady's expensive poodle got loose and she had to chase it across the street while half of her head had rollers in it and meanwhile the other half was dripping wet

Occasionally you'd notice a certain glint in his eyes appearing from to time as he talked about his profession, one day you asked him what was wrong, and he started to cry but he quickly reassured you that everything was fine

"You sure hon?" "Yeah. I just...sometimes I miss everything. Everything I had before the world went to shit yanno? I mean I know I was still dealing with my shitty grandma but I still had my clients to distract me. You're literally the only good thing to come out of this whole Outpost situation. Thank God for that."

Beaming from ear to ear, he'd kiss the top of your hand, making the area tingle for a bit as he laid against you while the both of you look up at the ceiling, most likely dreaming of future events to come

At times your late night conversations with him would turn into talks about the possibility of being fathers together which admittedly made Gallant anxious but he was completely open to it

"I mean, lets just say that we became parents? Wouldn't that be exciting? The two of us taking care of new life within a place surrounded by death?" He stares upwards as a smile grew across his face, a soft string of laughs coming from his mouth as he went on about how he would teach his kid to style hair

You two make up stupid little question games were you both take turns asking each other questions, no matter how stupid

"So like...what scares you the most? And you can't say your grandma's bunion covered feet!" "Bad hair days." "Gallant... seriously..." "OKAY OKAY IT'S ACTUALLY GOING BALD. I JUST WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PULL OFF A RECEDING HAIRLINE DAMMIT!"

An unlikely habit that you found out Gallant had was his tendency to hum softly into your neck, similar to a cat purring as he'd rub his soft and short stubble against your chin

You noticed that whatever record was playing in the sitting room area tended to be the tune he'd hum, whether it was while he held you in his arms and swayed back and forth or during nap time which became a way to help both of you fall asleep much easier

When it's time to eat or socialize with the other Outpost members, you two aren't shy when it comes to showing affection in front of the others which technically doesn't have a rule against it

Gently pushing up Gallant's purple shades whenever they start to slightly slide of the bridge of his nose and in return he likes to fix and adjust your outfit here and there whenever he notices that it's off or needs maintenance

Making sure to rub his back when you see him getting visibily upset during the shitty cube dinners and just reminding him that the two of you will make it through all of this while at each other's side

He gets serious anxiety and stress from being cooped up in the same place all the time while the world is shit so you decide to make little songs out of the tunes he occasionally hums

Now you're the one who's softly singing to him while he tries to sleep after a long day, which is his favorite time to place his head on your chest and close his eyes while he feels the vibrations flowing throughout his body

Whenever he's in a much better mood, he'll offer to slow dance with you while in the privacy of his room

If you're shorter than him then he places his forehead onto yours while his arms are wrapped your sides

If you're taller than him then he places his head around your collarbone while his arms are wrapped your hip area

Sneaking away in order to have soft make of sessions with him, in which one of your favorite things to do is twiddle his one earring within your fingers gently as his caress your entire body

If you two are making out in his room, then he definitely throws out some dirty talk here and there which you sometimes reciprocate and it drives him nuts

Gallant doesn't really mind you ruffling up his hair but he likes to pretend that he hates it, he'll make a big fuss while you give him little noogies but soon he is a mess of hiccuping giggles

He's kinda tender when it comes to getting his head touched so things like noogies and hair stroking is actually very intimate and shows how much he trusts you within the relationship

Probably the thing that sends him to sleep the fastest and deepest is singing to him while running your hands through his hair, not a worry on his mind as he snores softly within your lap

Kisses on top of his head give him immense butterflies, similar to the hair touching it's something that he only lets you do to him

One of Gallant's largest kinks love languages is words of affirmation, the quickest way to his heart being praise and having terms of endearment being applied to him

An assortment of pet names and uplifting words will instantly make his heart flutter and his body fill with heat, things like "Good boy" "My beautiful boy" and anything to do with calling him handsome will immediately put a grin on his face

If he does something, no matter how minor, and you compliment his performance, it always brightens up his day especially on ones he feels the most useless and unproductive

Gallant is quite fond of long warm baths with plenty of foamy bubbles surrounding him and candles around the tub that illuminate the both of you as he melts into your chest

Sometimes he's so relaxed that he falls asleep, gently resting against you as you plant delicate kisses onto his bleach blonde hair while stroking his arms

If you're feeling particularly brave, you'll secretly steal some Outpost supplies and make your boyfriend some edible face masks to enjoy with his baths

He really seems to vibe with them and appreciates how you smuggled really good cucumbers and face rub so that Gallant could not only look good but eat good

Eventually you would succumb to your playful desires, while enjoying the peaceful silence you'd randomly tickle attack him from behind causing the vegetables to fall from his face and plop into the bath water below

The entire bathroom would fill Gallant's snorting laughter as you manage to pin him softly against the bath tub wall, nipping at the mask that covered his face then eventually migrating to his silver earring

At some point the white haired male moved to grab your face, lifting it up and forward slightly so that he could place a tender kiss on your lips and soon the two of you would completely forget about bathing and even the apocalypse itself as you embrace and test the strict rules within Outpost 3