#does this hc make any sense if you actually understand the six eyes?

[roman-o-cheese]

You guys think Gojo texts and drives because he can watch the road using his six eyes?

[toffeebrews]

Any errink headcanons? :D

Tumblr hates me so I had to rewrite this, anyway... [Note: all my hcs ofc nothing is canon but some may be based of canon information! Sometimes I may refer to non-canon past rps :P]

Error and ink do dumb rps with his puppets together, they've made a super dramatic soap opera plot.

I think Ink realizes Error would never change and he's content with that (sigh as much as I would love to say he would).

Ink finds error's six tongues fascinating, rather than gross. In a similar way, error is fascinated by ink's star eyes (I wonder what that hc came from).

If they ever kissed it would be the most disgusting revoltingly thing ever because error doesn't know how to kiss at all and he also has 6 tongues.

If you asked them how they became friends they would just look at you and shrug. Not even they know how to happened. All they can say is they "get eachother." Error deep down has always wanted a friend and Ink gives him that. Ink is willing to deal with error's bs and error is willing to deal with ink's. Ink can feel a little lonely in his own role and among a world that is fake and Error being an outcode like hin understands him a way others wouldn't. Not even mentioning their story parallels but I gotta stop my self before I start rambling. They're some of the only people who know some of other's deep insecurities.

Ink found Error's crashes funny before he knew how absolutely painful they were. Although not sure if he would ever trigger them on purpose even before he knew ngl.

more yapping under the cut

I would define them as whatever happens when you cross a friend an enemy and a partner.

Ink loves all of his shipkids and error... feels very conflicted about all of them.

They also think the other is a freaky than them when in reality they're both freaks.

Error still thinks about when Ink proposed to him at loveball, ink doesn't think about it at all. Ink also proposed to him with a ring pop that he found in the candy bowl in my head LOL.

Ink doesn't mention his dads to him .. maybe out of fear

Other people still make fun of Ink for proposing to error at loveball and ink always goes "IT WAS ONE TIME!"

Error and Ink are both quite short, Error is only a few inches taller than Ink.

Due to loveball, Error is always scared (in a playful way) when Ink starts drinking.

Error does feel guilty for the time he left ink in the antivoid. Not all of the time, but at times when hes sitting with Ink in the anti-void he can't help but reflect on it. If he would ever admit it? Probably not.

Error and ink's dancing at loveball was a beautiful disaster. Ink is actually an okay dancer but because Error was really nervous it threw him off and it was so off beat. It was really cute though, regardless.

Ink finds errorink ship art very amusing and he shows it to error just to freak him out sometimes.

Error always kills ink first in among us. Error also always blames ink as the imposter even if he isn't.

They have a "close but not too close" rule just close enough to feel the warmth of the other person but not enough to touch. (do skeletons give off warmth?). They do hold pinkies though fr fr. Also Error does lay his head in Ink's lap sometimes, typically when they're watching something. Ink may also give Error forehead or hand kisses.

I like to think Error runs quite hot, because he crashes all the time, so hes warm like a computer LOL. Ink who in my hc has a lessen sense of touch and runs sorta cold due to be soulless lovess sitting around him because of it.

Crack headcanon, when error's eyes glitch up or hes about to crash if you really listen you can hear the sound of computer fans going ham.

Ink will often just... walk up to error and put him a different outfit. Something about his being "too basic" and "his outfit has an ugly color palette".

If you know my pinkie sense ink hc Error doesn't know HOW it works but he fully believes him every single time. Even when ink is trolling, LOL!

Error and Ink call eachother "Ruru" and "Kiki" but only to annoy the other. Specifically if ink is pleading for something he'll do it to annoy him "please ruru :(" They also call eachother glitch and squid in a movking as well LOL.

They have friendship rings? platonic rings? idk if those are a thing made from blue string.

In my own error design, he has a big tooth. Because of it ink calls him a "big kitty" to make fun of him.

[olivyh]

Twst Species headcannons

Beastmen:

-Palms and bottoms of their feet are rougher and more padded, as well as a slightly darker shade than their normal skin tone

-Legs are built similar to the hind legs of animals (with the sharp angles and little bumps)

-Start “walking” as children on all fours because it’s more comfortable due to the way their legs are built

-Many have scars under their bottom lip due to accidentally biting it bc their fangs were longer after losing their baby teeth

-Similarly, they also have small scars across various parts of their bodies due to their claws

-They can see in the dark to an extent

-Their eyes also do the glowy thing in the dark, as well as on camera

-Beastmen have very thick and coarse hair, which makes it notoriously harder to cut

-Many lion beastmen especially do not cut their hair often, as their hair symbolizes strength within their communities

-Cutting ones hair is a sign of trust in beastmen communities, considering how guarded they are with who touches their head (Patting a beastman’s head is a quick and easy way for them to get their guard down, and it takes them off high alert) as well as their ears being within constant danger near scissors.

-Beastmen do shed, a lot, like, a lot a lot

-They have been known to growl and purr like their animal counterparts, as well as hunch their backs and snarl when threatened

-Baby beastmen will bite you, as a sign of affection. They also wrestle with their caretakers from a young age to show affection as well. Grown beastmen will let the younger beastman win, regardless of species

-They also play wrestle with mates and potential mates to show their interest and affection. Not too hard, but enough to jostle the mate around. They will be absolutely smitten if the mate does it back.

-Beastmen grow up using the same sounds their animal counterparts do, as its similar to being taught a first language that the rest of your family speaks. Most aren’t taught English (Or commonspeak since England is nonexistent in Twisted Wonderland) until later in life

-Beastmen can understand similar dialects and tones of other species, and can further understand and speak a little bit of other beastmen languages

-They cannot eat certain foods that their mother species can’t. Canine beastmen cannot eat chocolate, onions, etc, feline beastmen cannot eat onions, garlic, grapes, etc etc without having issues afterwards. (This makes them a target for pranksters on NRC’s campus. Ex: The incident of Heartslabyul’s Ace Trappola switching out all the tea for coffee during the unbirthday party and Chenya unfortunately missing the cues and drinking the whole cup)

-They are very territorial to anyone besides the clan they reside with. The only people they aren’t territorial with are young children, although they are on high alert if the child’s guardian is nearby

-Beastmen will adopt a child if they see it doesn’t have a clan to stay with, regardless of species. It’s not unheard of to see a beastchild of another species or a young human in beastman clans

-I saw a hc that said that Rook is mixed beastman/human so I’m gonna roll with that for the next one: Beastmen and human mixed babies can have the same attributes as beastmen but on a tamer scale. Their vision, hearing, sense of touch and smell could be higher than a human’s but not as high as a beastmans. The ears and tail are the more dominant gene but it’s not uncommon to see a mixed beastmen/human child with more human features

-Beastmen grow larger than most humans, with the average beastmen (under the right conditions) ranging around six ft at full height. Female hyena beastmen grow taller than their male counterparts

Mer:

-They’re hypersensitive to sunlight at first and have to wear sunglasses or something shading their eyes their first few weeks on land

-They also get dehydrated very easily even in human form, so they have to carry around water bottles

-Their skin dries out quickly, so their hands and feet especially will be very dry and potentially cracking unless they moisturize often

-They have a lot of back and leg pain because they’re not used to gravity pulling them down

-Can also see in the dark very well due to living at the bottom of the ocean

-Their hair is also very thin and silky, but separated into thick chunks, almost looking like scales from a distance. Furthermore most Mer don’t like having longer hair due to the amount of effort it takes to maintain it, with currents twisting it up and the high chances of it getting stuck between rocks and coral

-Most mer have the habit of picking up whatever’s nearby and eating it raw, due to the fact that their bodies can process it. It’s not uncommon to see a mer picking a crab off the side of their house and plopping it into their mouth.

-They have no problem with eating the fish they are associated with, and they do not consider it cannibalism since they aren’t exactly the same species. (Meaning the Tweels can eat eel and Azul can eat octopus without any problems)

-Baby mer can swim around at a very young age (from just a few days old), and mature faster than most other species in the first few weeks of their lives

-Azul has horizontal, rectangular pupils

-Aside from cecaelia, most mer do have slanted pupils that change shape depending on the danger in the area.

-Mer communicate under the water using clicks and chitters similar to echolocation, and could choose to not learn commonspeak as they don’t interact with humans as much as beastmen

-They are born with teeth and can eat smaller fish from birth (or hatching, depending on the species)

-They’re not mammals, so they don’t have nips I think

-They don’t choose to wear clothing or accessories unless it’s for a formal event or a family heirloom

-Back to the birth thing I think mer eggs are very easy to lose due to the harsh climate of the ocean. Many mer settle for only having a child or two due to how hard it is to raise a child there. Jade and Floyd also hatched from the same egg, meaning they were on the smaller side as babies

-Mer babies also bite to show affection, and will wrap their tail around their guardians when they feel scared or nervous

-Cecaelia babies are well known for sticking to their guardians for the first few weeks of their lives, and are very difficult to pry off due to the strength of their tentacles (And when they do theres little marks left across their backs, stomachs, shoulders, etc from the suction cups) (I’m sorry i cant stop picturing tired momma ashengrotto walking around w little marls on her and baby azul still stuck to her like 👁👁)

-I know this is a little far fetched and is nowhere near mentioned in the game or comic but I have a feeling the tweels have a hard time seeing out of their gray eye? Like coming from the same egg they maybe took some features from the other or they had a difficult development while in there (or maybe I just know nothing abt twins)

-Incredibly territorial, especially towards members of different species.

-Most mer have skin pigmented similar to their tail color as well as thick layers of scales (if their species permits) around their throats, their sides, their arms, and around their ear fins (It throws me off how Azul and the Tweels are the only ones with different skin tones- like you’re telling me you have two teal mer and a black and white mer but the guards at the museum had just blue tails and absolutely no other signs of being a mer??? Give us green Rielle pls and thx)

-Mer grow much larger than humans and beastmen, and don’t stop growing until their twenties.

-They also have markings on their torso, tail, and face that’s similar to others in their families. Normally you can tell which mer is from which family depending on the markings said mer has

-Similar to beastmen tails and ears, mer can be read by their fins. In extreme emotion, mer’s fins will flare out or flatten against their body when they feel threatened.

-They don’t know how to drink things when they get to the surface. I think they’d struggle with the idea since you can’t drink underwater or else the liquid will go everywhere (but then how’d Azul make those potions???)

Fae:

-Also hypersensitive to sunlight, which results in many fae being nocturnal.

-Older fae have been known to go days without any sleep with little to no repercussions. Younger fae have more difficulty with this.

-They have a stronger immunity to magic, and often potions crafted by them are well known to be more potent due to this fact

-Fae speak many languages, with many smaller species talking in little chirps and bell like noises, with bigger species talking in low growls and hissing noises. Fae on opposite sides of this cannot understand each other, but each species of small fae can understand other small fae, and larger ones can understand other large ones, even if there’s a difference in language.

-All of them can practice transformation magic without the use of a spell or potion, regardless of genetic makeup. It’s not uncommon to see large dragons or other reptiles walking the streets of the Valley pf Thorns, nor is it too uncommon to see small “floods” or floating fire balls in more secluded areas of the woods

-Fae grow the largest out of all the groups, but have control over their size due to their transformation magic. They don’t stop growing until they appear the same age as thirty (but is actually a much longer time considering their lifespans)

-Because of this fae take much longer to mature from birth/hatching (I like to think 1 normal year= 80~ years) (So An 80 y/o fae would only be equal to a one year old in any other species)

-Very reserved in their relationships with other fae and especially species. I think the cultural differences between other fae is enough to create a large gap between them, and most fae understand the difference in life span between them and other species, so they actively go out of their way to avoid forming relationships with them. (I feel like this is a part of why Sebek is so abrasive towards humans. I mean, his life span has to be different even if he’s only half, so he might be using his anger to deflect his own feelings about eventually having to lose his human father and Silver, as much as they bicker. Poor guys just in denial and trying to protect himself :(()

Human:

-Humans who grew up around magic users have more resilience to magic and potions (meaning Mc/Yuuken, who grew up in a world without magic at all, is more susceptible and will be effected longer by the side affects of potions and spells, or the spells will pack more of a punch and be potentially more dangerous)(Meaning they could take a sleeping potion meant to give the user a full nights rest and be out for a week straight)

-The chances of a human’s unique magic leaning in one direction depends on the area they live in and what resources they have available (I can’t think of anyone else’s unique magic who does this but Kalim’s oasis maker is a big example. He mentioned they had difficulty getting water on the Land of the Hot Sands so maybe that could have been a factor that altered the makeup of his magic. Like a demand and supply type deal?)

-Magical human’s pupils also change shape when they’re using their magic. I like to think that whenever it’s being used their pupils are blown wide to the point where you can hardly see their actual eye color

-Either that or their eyes glow

-Magic using humans are typically stronger, but have lower endurance than non magic users. This is due to the strain that’s put on their bodies even when magic isn’t in use. There are potions they can use to lessen these effects, and many choose to naturally boost their endurance through various activities, but they have to work harder than non magic using humans

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Some Fruit Twins yaoguai thoughts/hcs cuz I’m a special snowflake and don’t usually like to go along with the general consensus of the public:

1.) Not every yaoguai Actually purrs. Most of them either huff in content, breath more heavily or produce noises that Sound similar to purring but one can tell it isn’t the actual deal 2.) While animalistic traits aren’t looked down upon, they aren’t that common anymore especially after the yaoguai were accepted by the humans and now share cities with them. It just didn’t evolutionarily make sense for them to keep doin it so young yaoguai are likely to not exhibit these behaviours unless in emotionally intense situations (chef Zhu is one of those)

   - ancient yaoguai like Six, SWK, Ma and Bull Demon King are VERY likely to do those kind of things but they suppress them most often. One time, Six bared his teeth with pulled back ears @ Xiaotian n got a pillow in the face for it because it looked Dangerous even tho in reality that kinda expression in macaques means submission to a higher-ranking individual in the troop    - all of the monkeys can’t stop smackin their fuckin lips near like everyone tho it drives peeps up the damn wall, but they become more understanding when the expression is explained, that it “makes peace” between individuals in a troop    - Red Son, while leaning more to the physically elder group of yaoguai (mentally he’s still like 25), does Not do many of these things since he isn’t fully a bull yaoguai. He Does have certain traits stuck constantly on like not showing pain as openly as a human person. It’s not that he’s TRYNNA hide anythin, it’s just how he ticks. When pissy, he stomps his foot or digs a bit with it. He also likes headbutting shit- knocked out Xiaotian once like that durin a play    - one can tell a yaoguai is exhibitin an animalistic trait by the look in their eyes, usually. A bit hard to spot at first but after that it becomes a pretty obvious sign. that’s basically the only way to tell with Ma

3.) Shadow yaoguai are considered rare by the public, but when it comes to actual hard data, nobody is really sure. Shadow yaoguai r incredible shapeshifters n rarely actually reveal what they really are. Six hasn’t personally met another shadow yaoguai yet (He Thinks At Least.) and this is also why lao Tang absolutely nerds out the first time Six shows off his No Flesh Zone form to his partners

   - shadow yaoguai are most powerful during a sunrise and sunset because the low position of the sun makes the shadows go Longe. Night is when they are sneakiest and nimblest because, really, night is just one giant shadow. Fightin a shadow during night is a question of how quickly one can react to them poppin outta wherever the FUCK they please. Fightin a shadow yaoguai durin a night with full bright moon is basically a death sentence    - if a shadow yaoguai is in their Flesh Zone form, shit like flashlights won’t personally bother them any more than a regular person (it might mess with their powers a bit tho). However, if they are in their basic bitch Mass Of Darkness form, a flashlight pointed directly at them is basically like a lightsaber with the speed of bullet on its side right thru them    - shadow magic is A Thing. It’s just magic inspired by the yaoguai, learning from them and from the ways they are born with. Therefore, shadow magic is an extremely good way to gain Either a deeper understanding of the shadow yaoguai Or an upper hand. If you understand them, you can beat them.    - those that practice shadow magic can kinda “feel” a shadow yaoguai’s presence even tho a shadow yaoguai can’t sense out another one of its kind. This is how they are mostly counted for the purpose of hard data bout the population

4.) Human eating is still a thing. It’s very uncommon, but it ain’t eradicated fully. Once again, the older the yaoguai the more likely it is that they just go “MAN I’d go for a human rn.”. The most active human eater from the main cast might be Six, followed by Bull Demon King. Red is kinda awkward about it, SWK went through Character Development™, Ma just doesn’t find the taste too appealing, PIF is 🤨, chef Zhu is a big NO and Sha Dali is Sha Dali, that big blue man is probably a vegetarian. WBS doesn’t really eat at all after the Box Imprisonment and even before she wasn’t Too big on consumption. Her organ set up is really weird cuz skeleton yaoguai 5.) Cannibalism is very species-specific thing (frogs are fucked up, man), but since yaoguai are now Safe and have food taken care of just like humans, it is rarely resorted to 6.) Yaoguai have their own political parties and presentators since humans can’t really Grasp certain things about them and their culture. Sometimes it’s almost impossible to find a compromise between the two parties because of the antagonistic history between them 7.) Yaoguai dating is like human dating fuck you and fuck your kidnap plots (/lh) I hate those things. They may have happened in the past but they Do Not Anymore. Tho there IS a pretty strict tradition that the yaoguai which initiated The Dating has to make and then set up a magnificent dinner for their partner/s a few months into the relationship (so they have the time to learn the partner’s fav food n other preferences)

   - human/yaoguai pairings tradition depends on the preference of the individuals. Older ones are more inclined to do them, so Six Absolutely cooked/baked up dinner for Tang after he proposed with the idea of dating and was accepted. Lao Zhu knew about the tradition from his mom n other relatives (maybe Sha Dali?), but he kind of assumed that the answer is whatever good food. While not too bad, Six got to give him a cultural lesson there

8.) There used to be this giant ass discrimination against the yaoguai and it took a good while to intrigate them into the human society properly, but thankfully it has calmed down at this point. There are still bullies in school that target yaoguai kids, but there are also those who will befriend and protect them. Chef Zhu and lao Tang were that kind of duo from high school till present 9.) One of the greatest contributions of the yaoguai was in the area of weather research (the Weather Station is a product of cooperation between humans and yaoguai) and biological research. Thanks to them, humans can now live up over 160 years without cultivation and every day they push the boundaries of age limit further (this was also controversal at some point)

[narumi-gens]

A Last First Kiss

Miya Atsumu x Reader Headcanons

notes: I felt really bad about leaving you guys with so much Atsumu angst in those fake wedding date hcs that I decided to write some proper, fluffy New Girl inspired hcs. warnings: mentions of past infidelity but otherwise happiness guaranteed 

💋 It all started when you walked in on your boyfriend of four years cheating on you. With literally nowhere else to go (considering you had moved in with him and it was his name on the lease), you had shown up on Atsumu’s doorstep in a daze, asking if you could stay in his spare room for a few days while you tried to come to terms with your new reality, which is that you were now single and homeless. 

💋 You and Atsumu had always been friendly, even if you had never exactly been friends. He was always the guy that you could have a laugh with in a group setting, but you never knew him well enough to actually hang out just the two of you. In fact, the only reason you even ended up at his place was because you had dropped your purse (which contained your phone, wallet, cash, and credit cards) on the living room floor in pure shock when you saw some woman who wasn’t you with her mouth around your boyfriend’s dick, and Atsumu was the only person you knew who lived within walking distance. 

💋 A few days ends up turning into six months. This means that Atsumu is there when you cry so much that it feels like the tears will never end. He’s there when you monopolize the living room TV, sitting through the romcom marathons without complaint. He’s there when you fill the freezer with so much ice cream that you have to move everything else in it into the fridge. It also means that he’s there when you decide that it’s time to stop moping and get back into the dating pool -- and it doesn’t go well.

💋 It’s the first date you’ve gone on since the break-up. You spend all day freaking out because this is the first first date you’ve had in over four years. Atsumu looks at you like you’re crazy when you demand he tell you what young people do on first dates these days. 

💋 You’re so worried and incapable of doing anything that Atsumu’s the one who has to pick out your outfit, assuring you, “Look, this guy’s the lucky one, not you. He’s the one who needs to impress ya, not the other way ’round, got it? Now go get lucky!” before he sends you off on your date with a cheesy but encouraging thumbs up.  

💋 But it all ends up being for naught because four hours later, you trudge through the front door, face buried in your hands, embarrassment so great that you’re trying to will yourself to just disappear into nothingness. Atsumu watches in confusion as you shuffle into the living room, grab the blanket off the back of the couch, wrap it around yourself until you’ve bundled yourself up in a blanket burrito, and collapse next to him pathetically. 

💋 “How was yer date?” he asks and you just let out a whine that’s so high-pitched, Atsumu worries it might actually damage his hearing. He tries to console you, assuring you that it was just a first date and there are plenty of other fish in the sea and that the hardest part is over now because at least you’re now back out there. He continues to feed you well-meaning platitude after well-meaning platitude until finally you can’t take it anymore. 

💋 You peek your eyes out at him from the end of your blanket burrito just enough to give him a glare that shuts him up. “So, what happened? Was he a jerk? Was he boring? Was he ugly?” You sigh heavily and fully pop your head out of your cocoon, your hair now sticking up at odd angles. 

💋 “No, he was great and we had so much fun together,” you tell him, but the tone of your voice says otherwise. Atsumu tosses you a confused, “Then what’s the problem?” that makes your face scrunch up in embarrassment as you let out another whine as you replay how the date ended in your mind. 

💋 “He was such a gentleman and he was so nice. We were downstairs in front of the building and I could tell he wanted to kiss me and he started to slowly lean in and I freaked out and screamed then I gave him a punch to the shoulder, bowed, shook his hand, and called him ‘buddy’ before I literally ran inside,” you blurt out, all in one breath. You open an eye to look at Atsumu, who’s staring back at you with pure horror written on his face. 

💋 “Why? Why would ya do that?” he finally manages to ask once he’s over his shock and you groan, wiggling in your burrito until you can pull your arms free so that you can hide your face in your hands for the umpteenth time. “If ya don’t want to kiss him, then don’t kiss him!”

💋 “But I thought I did wanna kiss him! I thought I was ready!” you groan. “But when he was leaning in, I just...” you trail off and when Atsumu prompts you to continue, you just sigh wearily before dropping your head back to look up at the ceiling tiredly. “You wouldn’t get it.”

💋 “Try me,” he offers and although you refuse to look at him out of embarrassment, you can hear his sincerity. You let out another, quieter sigh. “I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with Shinji. I wanted to it all with him -- get married, have babies, grow old together.” You glance over at Atsumu and see how his expression has softened. “And when I saw Taichi coming closer, all I could think about was how I couldn’t see myself doing any of those things with him.”

💋 He’s quiet as he takes in what you’ve just said, thinking over your words before he gives you a kind smile that puts you at ease. “Don’t ya think yer worrying too much over this? It’s just a first date. If ya wanna kiss him, then just kiss him. Maybe you’ll feel that magic when ya do. Live in the moment a little.”

💋 "Look, promise you won’t think I’m being stupid?” you ask softly and you wait for him to nod before continuing. “I want the next first kiss I have with someone to be the last first kiss I ever have. Even if it’s not actually the case and even if things don’t end up working out. In the moment when it’s happening, I want it to feel like it could be my last first kiss. And I just...didn’t feel that with Taichi. It just felt like any other first kiss.”

💋 You wait for him to laugh or tell you that you’re overthinking things. You wait for him to say that all the romcoms you’ve been watching have distorted your sense of reality. You wait for him to tell you that you just need to get laid. But in the six months that you’ve been living with Atsumu, you’ve learned that he never does what's expected. 

💋 “I don’t think that’s stupid,” he says simply after a few moments and now it’s your turn to be shocked. The look he’s giving you is just so kind that it makes your heart flutter happily in your chest, the disastrous end to your date slipping further and further into the recesses of your mind. 

💋 “Y’know, we’ve known each other awhile now, but it’s only since ya moved in that I’ve realized how soft ya are.” Soft. He says it thoughtfully. He’s not teasing you or pointing out some sort of perceived flaw. The word sounds almost...fond. “Yer heart’s soft.”

💋 The statement hangs over the living room, but it doesn’t feel heavy or oppressive. It feels warm and comforting. It feels like someone finally understands you. He then drops his hand on top of your head and smooths down your messy hair affectionately. “Don’t feel stupid for wanting to be soft, okay?”

💋 The sudden lump in your throat keeps you from being able to say anything in response, so you beam back at him and nod your head, furiously blinking away the tears that you can feel threatening creeping up on you. He smiles back in return and brushes your hair behind your ear before he stands up. “I gotta get up early tomorrow for practice,” he says. “Ya gonna be alright?”

💋 “Yeah, I will,” you assure him, meaning it wholeheartedly. But then you smile at him sheepishly and hold out your hands. “Can you help me out of this blanket though? I think I’m stuck.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, but makes no other complaint as he takes your hands in his and helps you stand. 

💋 He then lets go of one of your hands to grab onto the end of the blanket, using the hand holding yours to slowly twirl you around twice until the blanket comes fully loose and he can drop it onto the couch. Slightly dizzy, you clutch his forearm with your free hand and take a moment to reorient yourself with a soft giggle. 

💋 When you look up at him, you see the same softness in his eyes that he seems to see in you and it catches you by surprise. Your heart starts to beat a little more quickly in your chest, but you don’t know why. All of a sudden, you realize how little space there is between the two of you -- only a couple of inches at most. 

💋 And then his lips are on yours -- needy, hungry, desperate, soft. The kiss feels like a flash fire. Where only moments ago, you were feeling warm and content and fuzzy, you’re now at the mercy of a white-hot heat that starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads out so rapidly that it’s consumed your entire being in a millisecond. 

💋 His arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you close before one slides up your back and he buries his fingers in your hair, quickly running them through your stands. Then both hands are running down your sides before they’re both on your back once again, his touch warm through the fabric of the dress he picked out. It’s like he’s so eager to feel every inch of you that he can’t keep his hands in one spot -- he needs to feel all of you.

💋 It’s not even that deep of a kiss, his tongue only briefly darts out to run over your bottom lip before it returns back to his mouth. Instead it’s really just his lips moving against yours, hinting at what more might feel like but never going far enough to actually let you have it. And it just makes you more desperate as you return the kiss. 

💋 But just like a flash fire, it’s over almost as quickly as it began. He gives you one, two, three more kisses before he’s pulling away, your foreheads resting against each other, his breath hot on your face where it mingles with yours as you both pant for air. Then, he leans in and gives you one final, chaste, soft kiss before he meets your glazed eyes.

💋 “A last first kiss, huh?” he murmurs, his voice rough and low and threatening to ignite the fire all over again. His hands slowly slip from you down to his sides and you miss the warmth of his touch already. You can only dumbly nod in return, your breathing still shaky as you try to catch it. The corners of his lips twitch upwards, something fun and mischievous and affectionate and...happy written plain across his face. 

💋 “Goodnight,” he says gently and once again, all you can do is nod, still too dazed to do anything else. He seems to understand your plight because you can see how his eyes are shining with mirth. But his flushed face is a clear giveaway that he’s just as affected as you are. 

💋 You’re still frozen in place as you watch him walk away until his broad shoulders disappear from sight and you hear the door to his bedroom close. Slowly, you raise a trembling hand up to your face and brush your fingers against your still-tingling lips, where you can still feel the ghost of Atsumu’s. 

💋 Your mind is racing, but there’s only one thought that you’re able to fully grasp onto, desperate not to let it go as a small, soft smile appears on your face. You want more than anything for that to be the last first kiss you ever have. 

[firelxdykatara]

gods, ok, apparently i’m not done.

atla fandom? we need to have a chat.

(....ok that made me sound pretentious as fuck. and maybe i am, but this needs to be said, cause i’m getting....real, real tired of a Certain Corner of this fandom and as a result, this is gonna be a discourse-heavy post so feel free to scroll past if that’s not your bag. as always, my salt posts all carry the catch-all #salt for ts tag, which you’re free to blacklist/filter at your leisure. i’m Very Annoyed at the moment, which will probably come through in the following post, so just. yknow. be prepared for that. or ignore it, that’s perfectly valid too.)

under a cut bc i do care for my followers and their sanity i swear lmao

there’s a real serious issue in this fandom with not understanding what queer terminology actually means or implies, especially when applied to a fictional narrative.

i’m specifically talking about ‘coding’, here. (if i were in a more meme-y mood, i might have said ‘the atla fandom found out about the term “gay-coding” and haven’t shut up since’.)

to the people who say ‘zuko is gay-coded’, i have this to say: you keep using that word. i do not think it means what you think it means. because he isn’t. i’m sorry, but he’s not! and the fact that this is such a prevalent claim in this fandom is distressing, bc it says to me that none of y’all know what gay-coding is or when and how to apply it! please, i’m begging you, go and look up these terms and what they mean and when they should be used before actually trying to plug them into your critical analysis, because when you misuse them and then call other people delusional for disagreeing with you it casts a pall over the entire fandom and is, i think, the root of some of the worst toxicity this fandom has to offer.

and the thing is, there are cases where gay-coding would apply--for instance, a couple series that are famous for queerbaiting their audience by coding their main characters as being attracted to one another (sometimes even despite their openly stated sexualities) come to mind, but those shows bare no similarities at all to atla and how zuko was written and portrayed! (and it would be funny, if it weren’t so obnoxious and infuriatingly wide-spread throughout the fandom, because the only queer couple we actually seen on-screen in either show wasn’t even queer-coded in any respect, and they’re canonically bi! [yes, i’m shading korrasami, or more accurately i’m shading bryke for refusing to give ka the build-up and development they deserved].)

this absolutely isn’t to say that headcanoning zuko as gay is a bad thing or invalid in any respect. (although the tendency for zukka shippers to do this specifically to keep zuko away from katara and/or invalidate his canon relationship/attraction to girls is more than a little eyebrow raising. especially since sokka is usually allowed to be bi, bc fans have no problem letting sukka stay in the background bc it’s no real threat, while jetko shippers are happy to have both boys be bi. [possibly bc katara is less a threat to jetko bc jetkotara is every bit as valid as any single ship between the three, but zukka can’t exactly let katara join in, and if the potential exists for zuko to be attracted to her then canon giving them the far deeper emotional bond becomes a threat to zukka’s existence? idk for sure--you be the judge.]) i prefer to hc zuko as bi (and always have, long before the atla renaissance), bc i don’t think zuko being attracted to boys is outside the realm of possibility, and it isn’t a threat to my ship since zuko&katara had a deep and emotional bond in canon that is very easy to develop further into something that becomes explicitly romantic--but the headcanon itself isn’t really the problem (although what it’s often in service to can be).

it’s the strange insistence that this is the only way to read his character, bc he was coded that way and so anyone who doesn’t see it must be too straight to understand--and i really shouldn’t have to say why and how that is so incredibly fucking insulting. (the ‘hetero lenses’ comment wasn’t cute when it came from bryke six years ago, and the same sentiment being repackaged and delivered by zukka shippers ain’t cute now.)

calling zuko gay-coded not only demonstrates ignorance as to what the term actually means, and how to usefully apply it in critical analysis, but also validates the frankly bullshit insertion of institutionalized homophobia in the world of atla where it was neither needed, nor wanted, nor ever hinted at in canon. as a queer woman i’m still infuriated by one fucking comic panel shoving institutionalized and systemic homophobia into a world where it was entirely unnecessary (and doing this in the first installment of the franchise showcasing a queer relationship??? making korra and asami worried about ‘coming out’ when they could have just gone on to have cute adventures together and tell people ‘hey we’re dating’ and have everyone else be ‘that’s awesome =DDD’ [because it is, in fact, possible to just have a world without homophobia i promise!!!!!] double yikes, i’m still pissed at bryke about it), and i doubly hate that ‘zuko is gay coded’ has become so widespread that ‘ozai hates him bc he’s gay’ has become a staple in that part of the fandom.

not only does making zuko gay and implying (or outright stating) that ozai hated and abused him because of it completely undermine zuko’s character arc by making his abuse about his sexuality rather than ozai’s toxic pride and anger at seeing himself reflected in his ‘weak’ son, but it comes very close to outright stating that abuse and trauma are inherently gay experiences, and they aren’t!!! they really aren’t, i promise!!!

abuse and trauma narratives exist outside of ‘my dad hates me because i’m gay’. and, quite frankly, there are MORE THAN ENOUGH queer trauma narratives out in the world. we do not need to start trying to retroactively make them canon in a series where they didn’t exist! if you’re gay and see yourself in zuko and project your own experiences on him, that’s understandable and valid. that does not make zuko gay-coded. and honestly, the insistence that he is makes very little sense to me, because you’re essentially trying to give the show credit for work you put into interpreting the characters! why would you want to do that? why not own your own headcanons and take credit for them, rather than insisting they are canon and everyone else is wrong for not seeing them??? like, i’ve said before that i’ve always headcanoned zuko (and katara) as bi, and even support it with my interpretations of evidence from the show, but the difference between ‘i think zuko is bi’ and ‘zuko is definitely gay-coded’ is that i know that bi zuko is my interpretation of canon, and that it is work i’m putting into the show that wasn’t actually intended by the creators/writers, no matter how much sexual tension i read into the jetko swordfight.

and like, zuko’s character arc doesn’t actually parallel a queer one all that well to begin with. it’s easy enough to do the work and twist it sideways just enough to make the general points fit, but the fact is, zuko’s arc is not one of self-discovery. it’s not one of coming to understand something fundamental about himself that he can’t change, that he was hated for, and coming out to his father in a dramatic confrontation where he shows that he understands himself and doesn’t need his father’s acceptance to be fulfilled.

zuko’s arc is actually one of trauma and healing. and those can (and often are--like i said, there are more than enough queer trauma narratives in the world, atla really doesn’t need to be one of them) be part of queer narratives, for sure! but they aren’t uniquely queer. and zuko’s confrontation with ozai during the eclipse doesn’t read like a ‘coming out’ at all. (yes, i’ve seen that post. yes, i rolled my eyes and moved on, bc unlike some people, i’m capable of not clowning on correctly tagged posts i disagree with.) zuko is specifically confronting ozai over his abuse, because his arc wasn’t about discovering anything fundamental about himself (and therefore realizing that ozai was hating him for something he couldn’t change)--it was about realizing that he was not at fault for the way his father treated him. it was also about realizing that the fire nation was broken and corrupt at its core, and that his father was an aspect of that he needed to break away from so that he could help the world begin to heal.

he says it himself:

Zuko: No, I've learned everything! And I've had to learn it on my own! Growing up, we were taught that the Fire Nation was the greatest civilization in history. And somehow, the War was our way of sharing our greatness with the rest of the world. What an amazing lie that was. The people of the world are terrified by the Fire Nation. They don't see our greatness. They hate us! And we deserve it! We've created an era of fear in the world. And if we don't want the world to destroy itself, we need to replace it with an era of peace and kindness.

making this about zuko being gay and rejecting ozai’s homophobia, rather than zuko learning fundamental truths about the world and about his home and about how there was something deeply wrong with his nation that needed to be fixed in order for the world to heal (and, no, ‘homophobia’ is not the answer to ‘what is wrong with the fire nation’, i’m still fucking pissed at bryke about that), misses the entire point of his character arc. this is the culmination of zuko realizing that he should never have had to earn his father’s love, because that should have been unconditional from the start. this is zuko realizing that he was not at fault for his father’s abuse--that speaking out of turn in a war meeting in no way justified fighting a duel with a child.

is that first realization (that a parent’s love should be unconditional, and if it isn’t, then that is the parent’s fault and not the child’s) something that queer kids in homophobic households/families can relate to? of course it is. but it’s also something that every other abused kid, straight kids and even queer kids who were abused for other reasons before they even knew they were anything other than cishet, can relate to as well. in that respect, it is not a uniquely queer experience, nor is it a uniquely queer story, and zuko not being attracted to girls (which is what a lot of it seems to boil down to, at the end of the day--cutting down zuko’s potential ships so that only zukka and a few far more niche ships are left standing) is not necessary to his character arc. nor does it particularly make sense.

(and before anyone brings up his date with jin--a) he enjoyed it when she kissed him, and b) he was a traumatized, abused child going out on a first date. of course he was fucking awkward. have you ever met a teenage boy????)

anyway, uh, that was a lot of words, so have a tl;dr: zuko is not gay-coded. there is nothing uniquely gay (or even uniquely queer) about his character arc or characterization, and he was certainly not coded gay in an attempt to sneak a queer character past the censors. if anyone involved with atla was gonna try that, it would’ve been in lok, and as established, they didn’t even manage to queer-code the actual queer relationship before the last few minutes of the final episode. headcanoning zuko as gay is absolutely fine (though if it’s only done to keep him away from female characters he may otherwise be attracted to, that smells more like misogyny than anything else), but insisting that this reading is the only one that makes sense, and anyone who doesn’t agree must be straight (hello, queer woman here making this insanely long thinkpiece) is very much not.

ship what you like, but stop trying to invalidate other ships and other interpretations of characters just to make your ship seem more plausible. it’s really not a good look.

[smollandtoll]

HC: Science TA Geno History Student Sid

The second these photos came out we were like IT’S TIME. So HERE. WE. GO:

Imagine a universe in which Sid and Geno are separated by a few more years but not enough for it to be weird and Sid is a history major/gym addict (we just can’t picture him without the lower body) who has put off his science requirements for his degree until the very last possible time to do them. So there he is, 21/22 with a bunch of 18y/o freshmen in first year chem, looking mildly confused three times a week in lecture with his biceps threatening to burst through his intramural hockey tees, carefully seated 2/3 of the way up the lecture hall for maximum anonymity.

Sid does not like science very much. At least, not advanced science; he has no need for it beyond understanding the theory and the basics. He has no burning need to know the world’s innermost workings, and he thinks stoichiometry should go die in a fire.

But he’s also not going to let his GPA suffer because of this stupid class. He has a hard time focusing because he has so many other MORE IMPORTANT things he could be doing with his time so he gets lost easily and feels like he’s floundering and it’s ridiculous and embarrassing.

So, like a good and diligent student he goes to the TA office hours with his last quiz, bracing himself for an hour with some bored grad-school chem major to try and get a handle on the last module before it’s too far into the semester to catch up, and immediately has to squint at the name Evgeni Malkin on the door. He’s not even sure how to pronounce that. Eff-Jenny? Eve Genie? Veg-inni? He knows enough to parse out that it’s Russian and he immediately flashes to a nerdy Russian stereotype playing chess in his office behind thick glasses and a really tragic knit sweater. Sid is prepared to have the WORST time with a hardcore nerd who probably thinks a BA jock like Sid shouldn’t even be in his class - LET ALONE the fact Sid doesn’t want to be there and doesn’t get it and really doesn’t care.

Geno doesn’t make much better of a first impression. BUT to be fair:

The smell in his shared office is vinegary from the eco-friendly cleaning solution that he used to clean up an unfortunate sour cream incident in his small ancient TA office microwave. And it’s also a little like BO because...well because he smells like BO because he hasn’t been home for more than 20 minutes in weeks working on a breakthrough in his thesis. And let’s be fair, all the tiny shitty basements TAs get shoved into smell a little funky. He can’t be blamed!

Re: the point of hasn’t been home in weeks, his clothes are thoroughly dirty, we’re talking food stains, ink stains, lab stains of who knows what that soaked through his labcoat and smeared on his shirt cuffs. Also the clothes he’s wearing are his warmest and most comfortable. Oversized university sweatshirt (he’s so cold always), beanie (covering up greasy hair), his glasses because he hasn’t had time to order new contacts, extra cardigan over the back of his chair for when it gets particularly drafty after dark.

There are a LOT of mugs, and cups, and takeout containers where there aren’t stacks of papers upon papers upon textbooks. Listen, office hours are boring and any time he can get for his thesis is welcome. Cleaning isn’t high on his list of things to do currently.

So anyway, imagine Geno highly sleep deprived (who needs sleep when you have CHEMISTRY), and probably lacking a nutritionally balanced meal and hopped up on caffeine looking up at the knock to his door and seeing the most beautiful man possibly EVER standing in the doorway. He looks wary and faintly disgusted, but he also looks like he smells good, and his hair is a little damp, like he’d just come from the gym or something.

Geno legitimately thinks he's starting to hallucinate beautiful men. But then Sid opens his mouth and Geno recoils because no cute angels actually sound like that, so he must be a student.

And then Sid's asking about his quiz and he's so DETERMINED AND BRIGHT but clearly hating chem and just trying to like STRONG-ARM IT INTO OBEYING HIM. And you know what, this Geno legitimately loves chemistry; the way it underpins all of nature and all of biology, the way you can add one thing to another and get something totally surprising seemingly out of nowhere, the way equations balance out so beautifully when you get them right - the way it’s a whole language that makes perfect and total sense, unlike the confusing jumble of English he’s been putting up with since he moved here for school. He DOES want to help students learn to understand it - to love it like he does, ideally.

Geno probably pulls the test closer for a look and faintly remembers Sid seeing him up close. In class he’d never looked like much, usually wearing a ball cap that kept his beautiful face in shadow and from 40ft away in an auditorium he looked like every other university freshman, not this stacked slice of yum (on second thought, judging by the quality of his internal monologue, Geno is starting to think maybe he really does need to get some sleep).

Looking at the quiz is a little painful in some places though. Geno points out that Sid’s not dumb, but he’s careless with his work.

"This inattentiveness kill you in lab."

"I don't like science, I don't particularly want to be here, but I need this requirement and I'm not going to fly by with a C and let it tank my GPA. SO. we're going over every single one of these quiz questions."

"...You got most right though."

"Still, I could hear a repeat of the concepts, cramming doesn’t help anyone.”

So Sid sits gingerly in the moth-eaten chair in the cramped office while Geno (greasy, owlish with lack of sleep, a little too enthusiastic) tries to impress upon him the BEAUTY of Chemistry and Sid tries to dedicate himself to remembering anything at all while his brain keeps reflexively blanking out every time Geno mentions equilibriums. He’s doing better one on one, but he knew that, he always did better with a focused point for his attention.

Anyway so Sid walks out thinking the TA is like kind of a Russian Science Gremlin Nerd who chats on forums and has never eaten anything other than cheetos (judging by the contents of the wastebasket by the door). And Geno watches the door close probably thinking someone who wears as much athleisure wear and is as jacked as Sid, not to mention was only 70% successful in hiding his general disdain for THE GLORY OF STOICH, is kind of a meathead.

But Sid learned some things and Geno’s a patient if slightly judgy teacher, and Geno knows not everyone can truly understand his love of chem, so they both come out with not...100% accurate impressions of each other, but with a kind of alliance? An understanding? The usual academic relationship you might have with a TA. They're both students, the difference being one gives a shit about the topic and grades the other one’s work. Sid checks in a couple more times with questions and Geno clears up some desk space to help out if he can. 

SO THEN. The semester ends, Sid passes chem, Geno gives him a high five when he hands back his final exam, which has a sticker of a cat with pom-poms saying PURR-FECT on it. Geno loves weird animal stickers (Geno is the weirdest person Sid has ever met maybe).

The next time Geno sees Sid is in the library of all places. Geno would have never thought Sid would be caught dead in a uni library. Like that doesn’t actually make sense the more he thinks about it, but it’s true, he thought maybe Sid’s intensity about his GPA was sport-team related. But here he is stationed at a carrel that is just covered in organized stacks of books, meticulous notes, colour coded even! Sid is hyper-focused on what he’s doing, flipping through a book with one hand and jotting down notes with the other.

Geno: Oh shit I'm getting a competence boner, SID IS REALLY SMART OH NO, HE’S SO ORGANIZED AND DEDICATED. LOOK AT ALL THE TABS IN THAT TEXTBOOK.

He’s beautiful and brilliant RIP G. So then Geno kind of low-key follows Sid's academic career - sees/stalks/stares in the library if he has occasion to be there (SID IS THERE SO OFTEN OH NO), immediately ducking between a couple of shelves whenever Sid looks up or stretches. He finds too many reasons to hang out in the Russian history section, probably bothering Ovi who is actually taking history courses and has a reason to be there and actually knows Sid, much to his disgust with Zhenya when he finds out what’s happening (why not a good Russian history undergrad Zhenya??). Geno has studying to do too! The library is an ideal place to study! What’s that you say, the whole catalogue is even easier to navigate digitally? Shush, you.

The next time Sid sees Geno after the semester ends is in the biggest campus gym. One time he was running on the track for a cool-down and saw Geno swimming in the lane pool below through the windows.

Initially Sid was like "good for him, he doesn't go outside enough, lil russian potted plant/cheeto gremlin."

And then Geno grabs hold of the side of the pool and lifts himself out and Sid almost runs off the track, stumbling hard. Geno doesn't have the soft and furry pale body that Sid was expecting - he's all clean angles with an even tan and the shoulder-to-waist ratio OF A DORITO. He looks insanely long and lean, just legs for days. Sid tries to recollect if he’d ever seen Geno standing before and honestly can’t remember. But watching him wiping the water out of his eyes and walk over to joke and laugh with the lifeguard on her stand, he has to be over six feet, EASILY. He just looked so small hunched in his little office in his sweaters! His face is so angular without the glasses!

So then Sid kind of gets just as creepy as G is in the library and figures out when Geno frequents the gym and starts attending at the same time to creep. The track is raised! It overlooks the pool and he’s a frequent runner! It goes on like that for some time, some mutual creeping in the way you do when you’re on a campus with 20,000 (or w/e) people and you see a familiar face but it would be weird to say hi and so you just keep going about your day/occasionally creeping as one does.

It all comes to a head fortunately one Friday night in late January. Sid gets knocked on his ass yet again at the campus pub one night when he finds out that G doesn't always dress like a soviet grandpa or a mostly-nude glistening adonis. He’s all legs a mile long in jeans laughing with his Russian TA bros, gold chains and a bright graphic tee. He looks so at ease in his clothing the way that Sid never does, because Sid is so sold, blocky, muscular - he always looks like he's 5 seconds from hulking out in his clothing or like he's swimming in his dad's suit, there's no medium. The best he can usually manage is looking like he works in a sporting goods store with an unflattering polo shirt and some track pants. And here’s Geno all handsome and tall and easy confidence with his friends, and Sid KNOWS he’s brilliant too, like this is a disaster.

Meanwhile Geno is IN LOVE with how Sid always looks like he’s going to bust out of whatever he’s wearing but this is just because Sid is still young and hasn't grown into his face/lost some childhood fat and like learned how sleek he can look in well-tailored clothing.

(Brief moment of silent thanks for his current tailor)

G probably sees Sid at the bar as well, looking flushed pink from his drink and giggling atrociously/attractively with his friends. His lips are bright pink and the flush looks so good on those cheekbones and someone’s obviously convinced him to ditch the athleisure and dress like a normal guy for the night. And if Sid is old enough to get into the bar that's not creepy right? They're no longer teacher/student and Sid looks so so so pretty. Geno might be a little drunk and narrating all of this to a very unimpressed Gonch.

(Gonch is a PHD student who is like taking 800 years to do his work because like he's also working a day job because he has a wife and kids)

There are some glances back and forth for a bit, and eventually they can both tell the other is looking looking. Geno is just tipsy enough he plucks up the courage to go over to Sid. And Sid, seeing him approaching, catching his eye, distances himself from his history nerd friends (WE’RE LOOKING AT YOU JACK JOHNSON).

So they meet up in a little nook along the bar, and exchange smiles/greetings (Sid looking up, up, up at him and feeling his flush getting DEEPER). And then the awkwardness sets in HARD. The problem being it's kind of loud in the bar, because they always are, and Sid has trouble with accents most of the time and so does Geno, plus they've both had a few beers.

They end up 100% not understanding anything the other is saying and doing that weird smile-and-nod but not-knowing-what-to-say thing that keeps your convos stilted and awkward with a few “SORRY?”s thrown in for good measure.

They’re still both a little blushy and a little mortified about not understanding. Geno feels like he understood more the first day he came to America he's like "How have I regressed to literally zero English. I don’t remember ANY ENGLISH WORDS."

Meanwhile Sid has realized they can’t really understand each other and the beer has loosened his lips enough that he’s taking advantage of the situation and blurting a lot of awkward stuff he’s way too embarrassed to actually say.

Unfortunately there’s one of those LULLS in the bar where everyone stops talking and the music is between songs and Sid just yells "I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU WERE HOT AT FIRST."

Cue an few cackles from the wings and Sid’s instant mortification. Geno’s face is doing something between fighting a smirk of amusement and being confused/concerned.

Mostly Geno realizes that this is going to spiral out of control very quickly and tugs Sid’s elbow until they’re stepping outside together in the freezing night where their shouts will actually reach each other’s ears.

Basically they end up in a Denny’s at 2 am blushing at each other. Geno getting his flirt on, because once he feels like Sid’s into him he is all confident body language and jokes, getting into Sid’s personal space with his impossibly long limbs. Sid relaxes into being kinda snarky and snide, but so quick-witted and kind, the side of him that Geno had only briefly glimpsed during their office hour conversations. And that’s all it really takes, because they both are the type to go for what they want, and the interest is clearly mutual, and it turns out they already know a bit too much about each other’s schedules and they just make it work in the best ways.

They quickly turn into THAT COUPLE that makes all their friends roll their eyes, and Geno never stops chirping Sid for “I didn’t think you were hot at first.” both in front of other people and while Sid is trying desperately to wrestle G’s jeans off (“oh, I’m hot enough now, Sid?” “shut UP Geno and lift up your hips!!”).

Of course being the academic doorknobs they are, neither of them realize that this is an everlasting permanent kind of love, a LEGIT COLLEGE SWEETHEART KIND OF LOVE until like Sid meal preps Geno's entire week without asking whenever he knows that there's a big assignment coming up and he's never gonna get out of the lab, so he like keeps eating vegetables and not just cheetos and potato-based dishes.

Geno adopts all Sid's weird little rituals in his spaces because he respects that Sid has a system and is serious about his studies and has witnessed the meltdowns that can occur when too big a wrench gets thrown into Sid’s day. He never bothers Sid while he’s studying, but working out a system to ask unobtrusively if he wants a snack.

Geno willingly gets pranked by Flower because there’s HAZING when it comes to roommate’s significant others showering in their bathroom.

Sid has an intimidating family dinner with the Gonchars he was in no way prepared for, but gamely shows up with a bottle of wine and a button down shirt that is still creased from the packaging.

By the time Geno is cheering in the crowd at Sid’s graduation they’re maybe getting an inkling what their future looks like, full of too many bookshelves, messy stacks of papers and notebooks, missed anniversaries for papers and research but made up with good sex and take out, lumpy knit sweaters over the backs of chairs and ugly but charming antique furniture. Full of each other.

[aeroknot]

k so some ns headcanon as requested by @spaceygayroses​

i pulled them from my long-as-fuck (like 700 chapters long) google doc but almost every one of those is like..... paragraphs long!! so i chose shorter ones!!

.....surprising to absolutely no one, i have no self-control when it comes to these two

a ) When naruto met sakura

b ) A mere few, fast weeks into dating, they have a discussion in the early evening about telling friends and family, and they agree to do it the next day. After finally coming up for air during their celebratory makeout session, she tries to shove him out the door to get on with their evening plans, she having to go to work. Deep down she’s amused that as she keeps ending kisses and pulling away, he keeps dazedly following after her with his mouth, not even opening his eyes. She gets persuaded back into it a few times. when a neighbor’s door slams she’s knocked out of their reverie and tells him to stop being a giddy schmuck and go! and laughs as he exaggeratedly swoons down the hallway of her apartment complex (well, she thinks he’s purposefully exaggerating, but he’s not, he’s authentically that mushy / dramatic) At like 1am she wakes up to boisterous noise outside and goes to her balcony to find naruto and kiba and shikamaru, all pretty inebriated tho actually the latter two more so than the former (he’s just using inebriation as a cover), and naruto’s standing on the gate at the edge of the little apartment yards singing songs he’s making up as he goes about how happy he is, crowing about dating his precious sakura-chan. She leans over the edge of the balcony and starts shaking her fist at him and scolding them and he just does the will smith pose and motions to her and shouts at kiba and shikamaru “DO YOU SEE HER!! HAVE YOU EVER MET MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” and they are just guffawing. Sakura hisses “naruto!! My neighbors!!” and he slurs, “awwww fuck ‘em!! One of ‘em slamming their door’s why i’m down here instead of up there loving you! I saved their asses, so they can just deal with me appreciating yours!!” and she just goes “YOU ARE.. SUCH A DUMB. ASS.” “yeah, but i get to be YOUR dumbass!!” “......I’m coming down to get you before Kakashi sics ANBU on you” and they all fully expect he’s done for as they watch her march out the stairwell resolutely, her speed increasing, but then she smiles while she jumps the gate even tho it’s not that tall and hops onto him, her legs around his waist, his hands supporting her under her thighs, and they alternate between laughing giddily and kissing

c ) they get married a month or so after his inauguration, which means HE’S the hokage that legalizes the marriage papers with his signature. and i just like to think�� perhaps naruto is still his usual emotional self during the ceremony and does cry in happiness a bit during their vows… but he gets super sappy / sobby when alone in his office and signing the marriage papers as hokage. that’s…. that’s embodying both of his oldest dreams IN ONE MOMENT.

d ) they adopt twice, their first and last kids (of five): first is Arashi, last is Namika -- both names that reference Minato. Arashi asked them to rename him; he was six-ish when they adopted him. Namika’s name referencing Minato actually happens to be coincidence. she’s Shinachiku’s classmate and her parents are killed shortly after they graduate the academy :’( they give her a place to stay and it turns into adoption.

Arashi was shy and quiet with most people. he makes Naruto think of both Minato and Sasuke. Arashi was intimidated by Sasuke at first, but they become real close. Kurama loves Arashi bc he’s clever as fuck and adores studying history. Arashi has insecure attachments and is distrustful/distant for a while but when he’s older becomes a natural leader of his peers (tho sometimes even then can still seem distant). he has a very strong sense of justice like his parents. 

Namika is the perfect blend of chill and motivated. she’s so chill she gets along with all of the siblings. in fact she’s the only one without problems with anybody: shinachiku and sakuya butt heads, and arashi and konohana go at it all the time. while those four are shoved into get-along shirts naruto and sakura cuddle namika really exaggeratedly and joke about the exhausting nature of her siblings

e ) the kiddos kiss kurama good morning (naruto’s tummy)

f ) predictably, he takes every chance he gets to kiss sakura’s forehead, particularly right on her seal (he likes to kid around about her seal and say “sakura-chan, geez, you went through all that trouble training just for this tiny little target for my kiss”). she’s a little bashful, or kinda harumphs when he does it in public or when she’s miffed at him. then their kids notice, first realized by one of the youngest ones, and start copying him, as kids do: learning by imitating their parents. from there on out she’s often in tears or very near tears when they do this.

g ) it’s affection like this that grips her heart with gratefulness to be with him. he is continuously providing all she needs for her insecurities to be soothed and her dreams to be encouraged. these expressions of love are so deeply tailored to how he can best adore all that makes her, her. she sometimes can't believe how every expression of his love is permeated with his intense understanding of who she is, what she wants, often in ways so breathtakingly simple, honest and ingenuous that she wonders if he even consciously realizes the perfect appropriateness of his gestures.

h ) They are constantly hiding ink & brushes & markers from their youngest children bc in addition to mimicking forehead kisses, they’re constantly drawing on each other’s faces to give each other mommy’s “sparkle beauty sticker” and daddy’s “fox-marks” … which…. Unfortunately sometimes they pronounce as “fucks-marks” and naruto kinda…. Shrugs and makes a face like he’s conceding they might have a point (as in marks that once “fucked over” village approval of him)…. sakura’s horrified But she still laughs really hard when he starts calling any scratches he receives from their lovemaking “fucks-marks”

i ) if anyone makes the mistake of saying something particularly negative or abhorrent about naruto in front of her, especially if they’re insulting his suitability as hokage, she’s so incensed she can’t guarantee they’re gonna live to regret it. ...ok, sooo… she can’t and doesn’t actually maim or kill a fellow konoha citizen or any stuck-up diplomats... but damn is the confrontation and reprimand so scary; it’s like she flays their soul so deeply they have no shreds with which to hide their worst sins, guaranteeing no god would ever allow them into any heaven.

j ) naruto has to excuse himself every time sakura takes her gloves off with her teeth

k ) she loves to wash and pamper him. she doesn’t have an explanation for it, really. it can be but doesn’t always become sexual, but of course it’s always intimate. it’s not like a critique on him, finding him too dirty or something (he’s dirty, but usually in the ways she likes), she just really enjoys this avenue for expressing her affection. she likes preparing relaxing baths for him, or shampooing and rinsing his hair. she likes running her hands along his muscles, rubbing oils and lotions into his skin. she even likes to give him gentle little facial treatments if he’s in the mood to let her. (spoiler alert: he’s practically always in the mood to let her.)

l )  this vision came to me on a drive home form work: sakura on her period and being pretty damn miserable as far as cramping went. And she like…  has her arm over her eyes as she’s laying on her back on the bed and bemoaning her situation; she laments that she left her heat pack somewhere or let someone borrow it or something. So naruto just… takes his shirt off and gingerly lays across her, so they’re perpendicular with his stomach resting on hers. And she’s just like “what on earth are you doing” and he nonchalantly replies, “eh… I run hot. I’ll be your heating pad, Sakura-chan ♥”-- .. is… is there like, evidence the kyuubi chakra can make his temperature warm even if he’s not using it to fight?? Idk. either that or he just really does run hot, which makes sense because he is made of sunshine after all. “holy hell it actually helps. The heat along with the pressure” “yep I’m good for hot pressure” he winks at her and she rolls her eyes but is blushing. and so he just… provides his services pretty regularly from that point on. When this popped into my head I laughed for a full three minutes

m ) they both look young for a very long time, much to sooooo many people’s jealous chagrin. this is not bc I don’t like older features on them or want them to be ~~ooh~~~awww~~always the typical version of hotness~~~ it’s bc I legitimately think they both would appear youthful for longer than others bc of their chakra stores, etc. sakura’s would not be as intentional as tsunade’s, but it would still be an obvious side effect, and naruto is, well, naruto: I bet his uzumaki longevity is boosted by the demon chakra… plus his entire soul is youthful tbh

n ) they regularly visit orphanages together, bearing gifts and stories and their kind companionship. it amazes villagers-- how much their hokage and their head medic-nin, love their people. later in life they foster kids. (oh-- they had fostered two before immediately afterward fostering then adopting arashi)

o ) their first kiss is at Ichiraku’s (this hc is one’o those written in paragraphs but this is... the succinct version lmao)

p ) sakura finds the ring. she proposes. he’s so relieved and elated when she does especially because she isn’t mad he delayed (she actually is never harping him about it or lamenting/venting to her friends that they’re not engaged). she goes the grand scale public route. it’s a little unlike her, but she wants to reinforce in his mind and heart that she absolutely wants him, and wants the world to know it

q ) one of their really big fights happens when sakura is nominated as a hokage candidate. (this is also long paragraphs in the doc but i’ll try to summarize askjdlkj; -- update: i DID shorten it even tho it doesn’t seem it alskfjlaks)

she surpasses tsunade in every way: she fucking attains sage mode via wood style because why the hell wouldn’t she kishimoto??? (and i don’t CARE if people are poking holes in this, I will patch them up! let her be amazing--in other words let her be HER and the HEROINE she’s always been evolving into! why be a wet blanket when you can love women in manga? Tim Gunn voice: MAKE IT WORK!) (alsooo you know what I went and re-read this and it dawned on me this person wrote “should have,” not necessarily that she could one day develop this ability post-actual-canon. So I guess the headcanon is that Kishimoto liked women / her and gave her this arc from the beginning and all the details required to necessitate this development were actually present in the story). everyone admires the skills she’s exhibited running the hospital, and because she’s a war hero who is constantly at a major hospital and cures/saves people on the daily -- basically communicating that saving and protecting others is her life’s work -- a lot of citizens know her and really like and respect her... other reasons, etc., moving along tho-- 

naruto never thought his dream could ever be threatened or usurped by one of his most fierce and steadfast supporters. but…. He really loves her. And he’s so proud of her. And so he seriously considers refusing it if they choose him, so it would likely fall to her, or just flat-out taking his name out of the running so it’s not even a choice. It is in part self-sacrifice, but not merely; he respects her; reveres her strength and leadership; agrees she’s been indispensable and reliable for so long, and has worked so hard...  and, geez, he often thought HE was an underdog?? His life’s been no picnic, he’s worked incredibly fucking hard to get through things and evolve to his current station... but, well… his future wife has overcome so much to gain her status and prove herself, too, with as much effort as him, and while she did have teachers on the same level as him, she performed all her heroism with signiiiificantlllyyy less prophetic/demon/bloodline inertia to get her here (and by less we facetiously mean: none).

she’s pissed he’d even consider walking away from this goal. he tries to explain, “sakura. you’ve been my dream, too, for just as long.” it takes an emotional night -- mostly with her pleading for him to understand that she doesn’t want him to and is so sorry she’s ever made him feel like martyring himself is the only way to get her to acknowledge his devotion -- to settle it all. but yeah. he becomes hokage. a GOOD hokage.

r ) i love the idea of kurama just one day smugly bringing to their attention their shared connection to mito (i hc that mito developed the seal technique tsunade and sakura have) “naruto? what’s he saying? what does he mean?” “well, uh… y’know how baachan’s uzumaki mito’s granddaughter? and mito was kurama’s jinchuuriki before my mom? uh… what he’s saying is… mito developed the byakugou by accessing some of his chakra. so… that means…” and she finishes: “we’re both… kind of mito’s disciples?” “thanks ultimately to kurama’s chakra.. and.. being uzumaki...” he says somewhat blankly. and her brows shoot up as a sort of wry smile twitches on her lips, which then turns into a genuine grin. she looks at him with love in her eyes and repeats tenderly, “being uzumaki…” kurama immediately kinda regrets his decision to share this fact when they’re gonna be such sappy nerds about it

s) from my 1sentence challenge but it doubles as a hc: When he opened the door to their cozy apartment he saw her on the living room rug -- knees at a silly angle with fabric draped over her thighs, repeating the motion of her hand moving toward it, then away -- and when he got closer the red thread seemed to glimmer a greeting, her engagement ring winking in tandem, while she lovingly stitched the characters of his destiny onto the new haori.

..........i thought about stopping at n.... and then i decided i needed to get from n to s ;) (i’m embarrassing, i know, it’s ok, i’ve come to terms with it)

[embarrassing-myself]

Im in a mood for angst with a happy endin, so could i get a hc for like the losers all get into a car crash and richie ends up in critical condition and its just stan not leavin his side till hes better and wakes up (with stozier already in an established relationship)

((Thank you, I loved this but it got a little long so it’s under the cut! Hopefully you enjoy it))

-While not many of the Losers like sports, they always go to every football game to support Mike and Ben. They haven’t missed a game yet.

-It’s right after the homecoming game when it happens. Bill’s driving Stan, Richie, Eddie, and Mike home. Bev and Ben are in Ben’s car right behind them.

-Theres a sense of excitement and happiness between the Losers. It was another win and they’re already discussing a movie night to celebrate.

-Bill’s driving and Mike is the passenger seat right next to him. Stan is the middle in the back seat. He’s got Richie on his left and Eddie on his right.

-Despite the chatter in the car, Richie is starting to fall asleep on Stan’s shoulder. He’s got himself pressed close to Stan and Stan’s got his arm wrapped around him, smiling at the tired boy. He’s cute like that, all sweet and sleepy.

-It’s Bill’s green light and he doesn’t think twice when he drives through the intersection. But it’s a Friday night…right after a football game…half of Derry’s high school is out driving.

-It shouldn’t be that big of a problem but sometimes people get distracted and sometimes people don’t stop at red lights. Which is exactly what happens.

-The car hits Richie’s side dead on. The airbags deploy and the windows shatter. It’s all loud metal against metal and after that it’s slow motion.

-Everyone is dazed, Bill and Mike because of the airbags hitting them hard and Stan and Eddie because of the impact. But it’s Richie’s who’s not waking up. He’s not moving and he’s bleeding and he’s the only thing Stan can think of.

-Stan’s not sure who called the ambulance because he’s too focused on Richie.  Stan keeps saying his name over and over but it’s not making a difference. He doesn’t even open his eyes.

-At first the EMT’s want to take Stan to the hospital in a different ambulance but he starts screaming because he’s not leaving Richie. Not for one minute.

-It’s so blurry and fuzzy, Stan hardly remembers the ride. He’d been watching them work on Richie, shouting off numbers, trying to stop his bleeding, starting an IV.

-When they get to the hospital they force Stan to stay back. They let him through the ER doors but they won’t let Stan follow them to the very back where they’re taking Richie. Nurses and doctors are running back with the EMTS and Stan is ushered to another room by himself.

-It feels like a long time before a nurse comes back to check on him. He hadn’t realized he’d been bleeding too. It was just a scrape on his arm but they check him for a concussion and she tells him his friends are there too.

-”Richie, what are they doing?” Stan asks but the nurse can’t give him any answers. It turns out though that Eddie is perfectly fine, amazingly. Mike and Bill are okay too, still a bit stunned but they’re fine. Besides some minor scrapes and bruises everyone is okay. Expect Richie.

-”Fuck,” Stan mumbles as he sits outside in the waiting room. “Fuck!” He says again. Everyone had called their parents and Bev’s aunt is there, so is Ben’s mom. Of course Eddie’s mom was trying to drag him home but he’d refused to leave. Bill’s dad had been by and so had Mike’s grandpa.

-Richie’s parents hadn’t even called them back yet. Stan buries his face in his hands and it feels like hours before a nurse finally comes out and address him.

-”He’s in critical care right now. He hit his head pretty hard, he broke his arm, we don’t know if he’s bleeding internally yet,” she says looking around the waiting room, frowning when she realizes there are six teenagers but Richie’s parents aren’t present. “Where is his family?” She asks.

-”We’re his family,” Stan says, a hard look on his face. He won’t take no for an answer. “Can I please see him?” He asks after the nurse says nothing.

-She lets Stan because there isn’t anyone else there for the eighteen year old. Stan doesn’t know if it’s because she’s kind and understanding, or if she’s worried that Richie will die alone without anyone who loves him there.

-The tears come as soon as Stan steps into the room. Richie is black and blue but he looks so small in that bed. He’s all hooked up to machines and he’s got tape and tubes everywhere.

-Stan sits in the only chair, pulling it right up to Richie’s bed and carefully taking his hand. “I’m right here, I’m right here,” Stan whispers.

-Richie had taken the full force of the accident. Nobody else had been actually hurt beside him. It was like he’d protected them from it. Of course, it was such a Richie thing to do, even if he didn’t know he’d done it.

-Stan sits there for hours with him, whispering soft words to him and brushing strands of hair away from his face. He doesn’t know how many times he tells Richie he loves him or how many times he starts to cry. “Please baby, open your eyes. Just open your eyes.

-It takes all night but Richie finally does opens his eyes. “Stan?” He whispered softly.

-”Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay.” Stan promises.

-And Richie would be okay. He wasn’t bleeding internally, besides from a broken arm, some damaged ribs, and a concussion he’s okay. He’s okay and when the doctor comes in to tell Stan, he thinks he started to laugh from the sheer relief of it. Because his boy would be okay and that was the only that mattered to him.

-Richie’s parents finally show up and they look rightfully guilty and ashamed that it took them all night to check their phone. For them to realize that their son didn’t come home. But they’re allowed to take Richie home a few days later and Stan never leaves him once.

[ff15trashgoldenslumbers]

Hello! I was wondering if you would do drabbles of Chocobros with an S/O that has lots of scars (people have various scar types, you can choose which to write . I personally have keloid scars unfortunately). SFW or NSFW is alright. I just havent read anything with scarred girls and it would mean alot to me for you to consider! Your writing is simple and lovely! Thanks for all the wonderful HCs! I look forward to Gladio's approach if you do write it :)

I’ve got a few surgery and careless scars myself. I personally never heard of a keloid scar and had to look it up, please let me know if I did or got anything wrong. (^ _ ^)

I hope to keep you interested, and worked a little hard on the Gladdy one just for you. 

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Noctis

You never understood it, after making love Noctis would often lay cuddled against you, sometimes himself being the big spoon, other time him curled up on your chest. Yet every time no matter what, he would play with that scar down the center of your chest that you received as a kid.

You had an open chest surgery from a condition you had when you were a child, which left about a 5 inch scar down the center of your chest. You were extremely self conscious about it for years, worried that if you were to ever take a lover they would be horrified by it and turn you away.

The Prince wouldn’t so much as play with it, as he would rest his fingers against it, or be drawing lazy circles and find his hand traveling the path. You were certain he would be terrified of it, as many other people in the past would often panic and demand to know what happen when you changed or tried on swimsuits than begun to treat you differently, like some type of freak or glass.

Yet no, the first time he saw the scar, his large blue eyes looked up to you, before he leaned forward placing a kiss against the slightly paler skin, before gathering you in his arms and made rather pleasant and peaceful love.

Never once did Noctis complain if you left your shirt on during sex, or rose the collar of your shirt should you be out in public and your collar felt to be sliding low. He often wore his shirt as well, or would provide you with a button up or jacket so you could pull it around yourself.

“Does it turn you off?” You found yourself asking one day, lying within his embrace.

“Why should it? If you didn’t have it, you wouldn’t be here now.”

You thought for a moment, “I’ve never thought of it that way before.”

“See, silver lining.”

You giggled softly, pressing a kiss against his lips, “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Lay face down on the bed, because I can’t.”

“Hey, I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t what?”

“Yes.”

The scar didn’t bother you as much anymore, and it didn’t hurt your odds at getting intimate, after all the only person to see it was the man currently tracing it absent mindedly in his sleep and he seemed to love it.

~~~~~

Prompto

Your left shoulder was a reminder of your rather stupid youth, a huge burn mark that encompassed your entire shoulder, from the front to the back blade. When you decided to sneak out the city limits with some friends and paid for it by getting caught by a deamon. One of your friends was ambushed and you had instead of running away like the others, slammed a two by four into the creature’s head, stunning it enough to get them free but got caught in a crossfire, you were lucky someone heard you shrieking, or else it would be much worse.

The first time Prompto saw it, he had hugged you from behind and noticed the wound, before becoming frantic. He was worried that it was a more recent mark, and that it was hurting you. After explaining it was an older wound and the story behind it, the blonde smiled brightly.

“You’re so cool!”

You blinked, unprepared for the statement, confused eyes met the blue ones before you. You never thought yourself cool for getting this stupid mark. Now you would never be able to wear any type of shirt with your shoulder out, and it basically branded you, as a reckless idiot.

“I mean, sometimes when doing my Trigger Happy, I accidentally have casings fall on me and those burn, but you went against a deamon to protect a friend!” He blurted.

You shook your head, this little ray of sunshine found happiness everywhere, this old wound that you attempted time and time again to fix it, with painful surgeries and graphes and he made it all seem like all of that was a waste.

Often times than not the blonde would shy away from touching it when you both cuddled or became intimate. You thought at first that it was due to him being disgusted by it, until one day while snuggling on the couch your adorable boyfriend pressed a kiss against it.

“Prompto?”

Prompto froze behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

You blinked confused for a moment, you constantly explained that it didn’t hurt anymore, but could make you stiff from time to time. “No I wasn’t prepared for it, no one really touches it.”

“Is it, is it okay if I do?” Prompto asked, “I mean I understand if you don’t want me to…”

You giggled leaning back, pressing a kiss to his chin. “You are so sweet!”

Now every chance he got, the blonde would sneak little kisses to you and your shoulder. It made you rather excited and even made your old wound feel better.  The little caresses of the blonde throughout the day. You were certain that even a few times you witnessed actual sunshine and rainbows leave his fingertips and lips.

Prompto really did bring sunshine with him everywhere.

~~~~~

Gladiolus

You often shyed away at showing your legs, your arms were rather simple as arm guards and sleeves often protected you during training, yet on your left thigh was a huge scar running from just below your hip to stop about 6 inches further down.

Yet unlike the beautiful scars that framed your boyfriend, these appeared 3D in a sense, keloid scars were often something that you had to deal with all your life. Yet the small scars sustained from your childhood were often set straight with a bit of over the counter gel sheets or on a few occasions heading over to a doctor to get them frozen off. Like the one the had rose on your shoulder last year.

They were completely harmless, aside from the itch they provided from time to time, but you rather often thought them unattractive on your body. Mostly that annoyingly big large one about the size of the six inch knife that was stabbed into  your leg during training years ago. It forced you into mom shorts and capris all summer, making it rather uncomfortable and did absolute wonders for your self esteem.

“Babe.” Gladiolus voice called.

You glanced down to the man between your bare legs, reading his book on the couch, seeming the most comfortable person in the world, “Yeah?”

Gladiolus turned toward the large raised scar on your thigh placing a kiss against it, “Nothing just want to make sure that you were still awake.” He replied with a cheeky grin.

You wanted to pout at the man, but only found a smile appear on your face at the memory of the first time Gladiolus had seen the scar. He knew of your small ones that lined your shoulders, but many people believed those just to be freckles or little spot of imperfections that everyone had on their body.

Yet the first time that you had undressed before the man, and he noticed the large dark mark on your skin, he was worried, thinking that it was an infected burn or wound. Only to notice that it was instead an old scar, with your permission, he placed soft fingers on the old wound. Feeling every ridge and bump underneath your skin, only to turn to you with those red brown eyes.

“You know, babe, it kind of looks like a moogle profile.” He stated that huge boyish smile on his face.

You honestly never saw what he saw, but he would lavish the scar with as much affection as he did with your unmarked leg. He had even stated that you two were scar buddies and that scars show just how badass a person is!

Tilting the man’s head back away from his book, you pressed a kiss to the scar running across his eye. Leave it to this man to make you feel so badass about something you felt so worried about earlier in life… maybe tomorrow you’d wear some shorts out.

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Ignis

You stared at the mirror before you in the bathroom of Ignis’s, well your new shared, apartment, you were frighten, you didn’t think that Ignis was shallow, yet you still didn’t know his reaction. Years of schooling, and you were the student with severe acne. So much so that by the end of your freshmen you had learned to highlight, lowlight, and contour better than most billion dollar movies. It stopped overtime and your face became clear, aside from the random breakout.

Yet still at night when all  of your make up came off, you were left with memories, holes and craters on your face from the acne.  

You knew that moving in with Ignis he would see your naked face eventually, as when you both lived separately you could hide it with lies of,

“Sorry sweety, I have to wear a facemask for bed.” or even waiting for the man to fall asleep so you could scrub your face. Or what you hated to do, but you were guilty of doing it so many times, going to sleep with your makeup on in a natural setting and then setting it with a  setting powder so you didn’t stain his sheets. Than going home for a very heavy detox mask, and scrub, which would sometimes lead to break outs.

You saw that Ignis had his own scars from acne, yet the man wore it beautifully. He didn’t even seem to notice them. If anything it was something that proved to you that he was human, as the man was so perfect. If only you had the self confidence to hold yourself that way before the man bare face.

Placing down your remover, you stepped from the bathroom, to join Ignis on a late night snack on the couch, watching some documentary.

“I was starting to worry.” Ignis chuckled, as you sat down beside him, too nervous to look at him directly. “My Dear is something wrong?”

You shook your head, calming yourself before turning to the man, the first time that he would see your naked face, only to see caring green eyes looking back toward you, “Nothing, Iggy.”

Ignis chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “If you believe so. I just noticed something.”

“What’s that?”

“You are absolutely beautiful all of the time.”

“Iggy.” You cooed.

[haydennation]

Man About Town Magazine Interview

He may have arrived on the major movie scene via the dark side playing the young Darth Vader, but as Hayden Christensen rolls out a varied and impressive line-up of roles-opposite a bevy of beautiful Hollywood starlets including Misha Barton in Virgin territory, Jessica Alba in Awake and Rachel Bilson in Jumper no less, it’s safe to say there’s a bright future ahead of this young Hollywood actor…even if he ends up as a farmer.

LCW: It’s 5pm on a Friday night. Where are you? HC: I’m in LA right now. LCW: Your latest film Jumper is all about teleportation, do you think there are pros and cons to be able to teleport yourself around? HC: Nothing but pros. LCW: Where would you want to go? HC: I’d be everywhere but if I had to pick one place to go first, probably back home to Toronto really quick. LCW: Do you think the novelty would wear off? HC: I don’t know if I’d ever lose the novelty of being able to teleport but it also depends on whether it’s just you or if everyone else can teleport too. LCW: would that be your special power? HC: Definitely. LCW: What did you think when you first hear the idea for the film? HC: The idea of teleportation appealed to me right away and I didn’t really need to think about it too much to get into it. Especially because I travel a lot, being able to cut out the need for transportation, cut out traffic, etc would be amazing. LCW: Do you like traveling? HC: I like ending up where I’m traveling to. The process of traveling itself isn’t that great. LCW: Where was the last place you went on holiday? HC: The Bahamas six weeks ago where I really got into free diving. LCW: Do you tend to go away in between films to recharge? HC: I tend to not stay in one place for that long or go away to the same place every time. I try to go back home as much as possible…home being Toronto. LCW: Do you ski or snowboard? HC: I do both. In fact I was born in British Columbia. LCW: What’s your favorite mountain? HC: I probably prefer [Whistler] Blackcomb. LCW; I heard you recently bought a farm north of Toronto, tell me more about that and how it’s going. HC: I got the farm about a year ago and just really turned my hand to it. Organic farming interests me. Although, so far I’ve only planted a small vegetable patch but I definitely want to get the pugs, cattle, and horses.

LCW: Do you have a big red barn? HC: No, but I’m building one where the old barn burnt down and using the foundations to build a new one. LCW: Is carpentry something you enjoy? HC: It’s a new endeavor and I’m not very good at it yet but I’m trying to figure it out. I’m learning new things and it’s a great challenge. It’s also really pleasurable. There’s throwing the dirt around, getting your hands dirty and watching things grow. But mostly, I have to admit, I’ve been collecting toys. LCW: What kind of toys? HC: Like big, big toys. LCW: I’m noticing a theme of dirt with you. HC: Yeah I like getting dirty. LCW: What does your toy collection include? HC: Right now I have a Bobcat, which is really cool, then there’s the dumper truck and the excavator, which is a big proper piece of equipment. LCW: Is it a John Deere? HC: No, it’s not, but it’s a big yellow monster and that’s the most important thing. LCW: Bobcats are quite small and can whiz around a lot, right? HC: Oh sure, they have a lot of different attachments and I love changing them. They have like, nine different attachments! It’s great fun, like, the best time ever. LCW: What are your thoughts on theatre? HC: I like the theatre. I just don’t go see it that much. Although I did a play and really liked it. LCW: Are you into music? HC: I’m very much into music. LCW: Who is in your top five favorite artists? HC: Bob Dylan. LCW; Have you always been a Dylan fan or did Factory Girl influence that? HC: No I’ve always been/ I’d say Nick Drake as well. Neil Young, definitely. And not to be giving friends the shameless plug, but Dhani Harrison-he’s George Harrison’s son, is excellent. LCW: What’s your favorite Dylan song? HC: I can’t just pick one of them. There’s too many. LCW; Do you play the guitar? HC: Very poorly. LCW: What about the harmonica? HC: Harmonica? Even worse. But I played the piano for a bit. LCW: Would you say you’re into fashion? HC: No, not really. I like to wear sweatpants and Wellingtons over fashion but you know there are certain things that catch my eye. LCW: What color are your Wellies? HC: I have black and grey ones. LCW: What was your worst fashion disaster or fashion phase? HC: Firstly, I think my fashion sense was awesome (sarcastically). When I was about six I was running around in parachute pants, like the MC Hammer ones, which some might consider to be a fashion mistake, but I loved them. LCW: What are the first three things you do in the morning? HC: I usually make myself a cup of tea. LCW: What kind of tea? HC: Breakfast tea. And then I go take a shower and get back into bed. It’s the best feeling ever to get back into bed after you’ve taken a shower and go back to sleep again. LCW: I suppose it depends on how dirty you get in bed before the initial wake up. LCW: Do you exercise a lot? HC: Well, I like sport. I like to play tennis and I like to kick a soccer ball around. LCW; Do you support a football (soccer) team? HC: I’d have to with Man U (Manchester United). LCW: Why? HC: My friend is a huge Man U fan. LCW: Can you tell me something interesting about Canada? HC: Well it depends on what you think is interesting. It’s a big bilingual country. LCW: Has your role as Darth Vader been a blessing or a curse? HC: I wouldn’t say it’s been a curse on my acting career, it is what it is. But one of the things I’ve been amazed by is the effect that playing that kind of character has on kids. I remember I was with George one time and these two seven year old kids walked up and looked at me with widest eyes of disbelief. LCW: Who were your childhood heroes? HC: My heroes were more like hockey players. LCW: But Darth Vader wasn’t the hero you dreamt of being when you were older? HC: It didn’t seem plausible. I didn’t have a weird connection with my character or anything like that. But you know it’s one of those things that happened and it did. It was such a crazy, surreal thing to adjust to. LCW: Do you think you were prepared for this kind of juggernaut of a role? HC: Definitely not prepared. I don’t know that I could have prepared for it because I was nineteen and it was my first sort of real film role. LCW: Are you comfortable with fame and the fact that you are now being recognized? HC: I’m getting more comfortable with it. It was a really difficult thing to try to acclimate at first. And it has its effect on my life, but now I’m just more comfortable in that skin. LCW: What do you think keeps you grounded and in touch with reality? HC: My life. I know good people and I have a very good family. I think I have perspective on what’s happened to me, which is an obvious way to stay grounded. When you consider the fact that it all sort of came about and changed around Star Wars, I could track it fairly easily. When it was announced that I got the part and I stated working on the movie everything changed because I went to an audition and some guy (George Lucas) liked the way I was reading the lines. But because of that I was able to associate everything in my life that had changed with the Star Wars franchise. I was able to sort of distance myself from it a little bit, especially the attention I was getting because it wasn’t about what I was doing per se, it was very clearly Star Wars related. It had more to do with what George Lucas had done, thirty years ago. I was more of an innocent bystander along for the ride. And it was an amazing ride. LCW: Do you feel there is a Darth Vader/star wars shadow being cast on your career or something you want to move away from? HC: I don’t know that I ever consciously fighting my Star Wars perception. I’m just doing what I want to do, whether that be taking time off, hanging out with friends and family, traveling or doing more films…working on the farm. LCW: What makes you decide to do a film role? HC: If I like the story and the character needs to be interesting. I look for characters that are complex and who have some sort of experience as a result of thing things that are going on in the story, ones where they change and grow with the story. It has to be something that I can sink my teeth into. LCW: Would you say you’re quite a reflective person? HC: Erm, actually I am. LCW: Which character did you learn the most from? HC:  I think Shattered Glass. I walked away with an understanding of how a person may not be a reflection of their capabilities or their end contention. LCW: What do you most despise about Hollywood? HC: I think just the overwhelming ambition that’s around. LCW: Would you say you’re ambitious? HC: No, no. I would say I have an ambition, but not an ambition that fits with any sort of greater endeavor, you know. You might achieve a lot, but I gauge it by the experience I have on set. LCW; Are you competitive? HC: I’m very competitive. LCW: Are you a bad loser? HC: A very bad loser. It would be very difficult to beat me at a game of tennis. There might be the odd obscenity shouted. I also like to play Cranium around Christmas time with my sister and I normally make sure we’re playing together so we can cheat. Every way we can, we cheat. Part of the game is just how well you can cheat and get away with it. LCW: What kind of dirtbike do you own? HC: Yamaha 1D30 LCW: Where do you ride? HC: Mostly I ride up at the farm but my brother and I used to take trips down to Mexico and places like that. LCW: Have you built a kicker or anything like that? HC: No, I haven’t yet but I’ve got all the equipment for it. LCW: What’s your guilty pleasure? HC: I smoke. LCW: What do you smoke? HC: Reds. LCW: What would you say is your greatest extravagance? HC: My greatest extravagance? I bought a Ferrari once. But then I crashed it. LCW: And now what do you drive? HC: A real big pick-up truck. LCW: What kind of one. Is it a Dodge? Is it a Ford? HC: It’s a Ford 350, supped up, super duty, duly. It’s great because I like driving a truck into the city and having people looking up at you. I was staying at this one hotel and when I took the truck there the parking attendant guy had to validate the ticket and he just looked at me dumbfounded, he didn’t know what to do with it and the next day when we came back he was like ‘don’t bring that truck in here.’ LCW: I think you should go to a premiere with it. HC: Yes, definitely. LCW: Do you like that kind of side to what you do? Premieres and stuff? HC: Yes, the film promotion side, the press junkets, etc. It’s not necessarily the fun part, hat’s the acting bit. [laughs] LCW: What about producing? HC: Producing I enjoy. I like putting the team together, bringing together the different elements and being a part of the process from concept to end product. LCW: Why is it called Forest Park Pictures? HC: That’s the street I grew up on. LCW: Who was the last person to have made an impression on you? HC: Doug Liman. I spent so much time around him and have learned incredible amounts. He’s made a really good impression on me. And I enjoyed every day of work with the guy. He’s a huge pro with the choices he was making, and how much he cares about the characters, the script. He’s a true artist. LCW: Are you aware that there’s a fansite section devoted entirely to your Adam’s apple? HC: There’s a what?! A fan site that’s devoted to my Adam’s apple? No. Now I’m going to be really insecure of it. <--- LMFAOOOOO LCW: Have you ever had any stalkers or anything like that? HC: Yeah, I’ve had a few weirdos. I blame it all on Star Wars! Most recently I got a call from US Customs saying that they just had this guy coming in from the UK who had legally changed their name to Hayden Christensen, and there was documentation that confirmed that they had hired a private investigator to follow me around but there was nothing they could do so they were just giving me a heads up. LCW: How would you spend 3 Euros? HC: I don’t know. I guess I’d head to the bar and get a Pepsi. LCW: How would you spend 3000 Euros? HC: I would get myself a snowplow attachment for the Bobcat. LCW: And how would you spend 300,000 Euros? HC: I could get myself a place in Brighton. I definitely like Brighton…I really like the pier. LCW: Do you read much? HC: I try. LCW: Do you have a book on your bed stand? HC: No, I don’t I have scripts at the moment. LCW: Do you think you’re good looking? HC: That’s a loaded question. LCW: If you could change one thing about your appearance. What would it be? HC: I’d be a foot taller. LCW: How tall are you? HC: 6 foot. LCW: You want to be seven feet tall? HC: Yeah, why not? LCW: I saw a quote that said you want to study architecture? HC: There was a period where I was really kind of eager to go study architecture. I’d say I have an interest in architecture. LCW: What are some of your favorite buildings or periods? HC: Probably the Renaissance period. LCW: I hear you’re off to Dubai tomorrow. Have you ever been? HC: No, I’ve never been before. LCW: It’s a bizarre place. HC: Yeah, I mean I’ve seen lots of pictures, it looks like there’s some interesting architecture there. LCW: Are you filming or is it work? HC: There’s a film festival there. LCW: Are you going as an actor or for other sides of what you do? HC: I’m going as a patron of cinema. I’m just going to watch the movies really more as a tourist. But usually I do them, especially if it’s a place I haven’t been to. LCW: Is there anywhere you haven’t been that you want to go to? HC: India. LCW: Your sister was a trampoline champion, do you have any similar claims to fame outside the ball boy incident? Do you have a party trick? HC: Erm…I don’t. [laughs] LCW: What’s your perfect idea of perfect happiness? HC: Happiness is such a hard thing to describe. I suppose perfect happiness would have something to do with nature. Maybe living in a log cabin with a wife and kids.

[backseat-imagines]

The chocobros fell hard for someone and it seemed they reciprocate the feelings until the bro confessed he liked them, then they seemed cold about it. They are confronted about their behavior and it turns out they're dying of an illness and didn't want them to get too attached to them. How would the guy react and would he still pursue them?

I hope you all are ready for a little bit of a pain train again because it’ll be ready to board soon! It’s a long one and it’ll be a little bit scenario and a little HCs towards the end for each character.

Of course this does contain content about incurable diseases and such and mention of the inevitable/likely outcomes so read on at your own leisure.

Noctis; 

“Noctis, I want to but… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” They mutter. They slowly back away from him, taking their hand from his.  Taken by complete surprise, they didn’t expect their friend, the prince of all people, to have taken any such interest in them. But here they are.  “What? The idea of being married to a king of Lucis isn’t spooking you, isn’t it?” Noctis playfully asks them.  Truthfully, in a way it did. Just garnering this kind of attention from him alone was nerve-wracking already, and Six know the kind of attention they’d get nationwide if they were tempted into taking his hand.  But that kind of ending for them is only something they could read in the fairy-tales.  If only if life could be one of those. Maybe then all they’d have to do was fight a dragon just to be in the arms of a beloved prince. But what happens when the proverbial dragon can’t be beaten? They had their own fight to worry about and it was unlike any that all those stories told, “As daunting as the idea may be, I’m still not so much worried about that.”  “Then what are you worried about? You said you wanted to… right?”  “Yes but-”  “What’s with the ‘buts’?” Noct flouted, “If you really don’t you could just tell me you know? I might be royalty but you don’t have to spare my feelings, I can take a no.”  “It’s still not about that Noct…” Susurrating, they shook their head at the prince.  Not another word about it was spoken and Noctis let it go. Although a little disappointed, it wasn’t too big of a deal for him, and he was more than happy leaving this behind. After all, he got his feelings off his chest. It was nice having that weight lifted back off his chest.  The two of them did well to not let that moment affect anything. Everything rolled back as smoothly as how it did before, or it had.  Just a handful of days later they came back around.  “Noct, I want to talk to you. About the other day.”  “Hm? Oh…” Noctis swallowed hard and an audible gulp was let out. “You can forget about that.”  Just by looking at him, they could tell he wasn’t so happy to bring this back up. He almost seemed nervous just by expression alone and the way he started to rub and scratch over at his own wrist.  But some things had to be said,“Ah, I wanted to have an important talk about it actually…”  “What about it did you want to talk about then?”  “Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about that talk. And I kind of wanted to tell you something.”  Noctis snickers, “Oh? Don’t tell me you have a love confession now.” He teases.  If only. But even Noctis knew that he wasn’t going to be that lucky.  “Not quite…”  The both of them find some place quiet to sit, where no one is likely to disturb them.  Lucis’s prince was caught a little off guard when rejection came a second time, this time in the form of how ‘a king should have someone that he can rely on to rule by his side for a lifetime to come instead” and he didn’t understand what the hell that was supposed to mean at first.  However he come to understand when they told him a serious issue going on. He’s forgot the name of whatever condition it is they have (hell, half the time they can’t even remember it’s name either), but apparently it’s coating the insides of their blood vessels in proteins. And that’s the vessels throughout their entire body.  Eventually, the blockages that come will cause things to burst. Slowly bit by bit will go on them, and it’ll be painful too. Along with that, they’ll be at a higher risk of strokes and likely to have early onset dementia- if they make it far enough into life for that to kick in.  Nothing with much alleviate the effects for them, and it’s incurable.  Noctis doesn’t take too well to that news. Outwardly he doesn’t seem to be too busted up. If anything he looks surprised. But he’s gone silent and they can’t so much as earn a sound or a gesture…

Noctis tries his hardest to back off of them. As in he tries to distance himself by way of avoiding being around them for too long or going silent on them (as if they were a stranger again).  It’s wrong, he knows. He’s had enough loss in his life and doesn’t want to keep having to through it. But the temporary selfishness is that only hurts in the long run. He feels guilty.

Eventually he skulks back around and apologizes for the way he’s been acting.

They still have some time left, right? Well, he’d like to help make sure they get the most out of that too. So his offer still stands if they want to know what it’s like to date a prince. (unless one of those treaties pop up)

Ignis;

 Perhaps Ignis miscalculated the whole situation and mistook their kindness for something more than what it maybe was.  He feels almost a little foolish now. The two of them had been good friends. Though only for a short while, but time didn’t much matter with as quickly as things seemed to move, and at this point it was hard to imagine a life where they wouldn’t be around for him and the others.  Close; with them things felt like home. Anymore the two of them might as well have been attached at the hips (whether in town, camp, field and fight), they shared a lot of similar interests and even for the ones they didn’t share it was simply nice seeing one another get passionate about their own unshared interest, and often Ignis started to find himself staying up at ungodly hours, without even realizing how much time had passed, being engaged in conversation.  At this point they had been someone that Ignis could proudly say was his best friend. But things changed and something started to feel a little more cozy in the friendship- or it did to him at least- and this was where his heart wanted to lie with.  Here he and they were sitting out, talking like they always had. About the small things, about the news, stories of the past, and where they might see the future going and what they wanted to do.  And then…  “About our futures… Do you mind if I admit something?” He asks, awaiting for their responses and continues when they give him a ‘sure thing’. “I’m afraid I must confess something to you-”  Ignis finally opens up to them, and suddenly everything changes. The smile that was on their face is now replaced with a frown. No more hearty laughter, or even so much the sound of their voice since now they’ve gone quiet. Just quiet, and their gaze goes to the floor.  This might have been a mistake, he thinks.  No, they weren’t obligated to accept him or his confession. But part of the reason why he confessed in the first place was because he was sure the feeling was already mutual. Maybe that was a projection on his part after all,  “Ah, I’ve said something I shouldn’t have, haven’t I?” “No Ignis, you’re fine it’s just… I can’t.”  “Can’t?”  “It’s not that I don’t want to but…” They finally crack open and start to explain to him what’s going on. They’re dying. There’s something in their body that’s eating away at them from the inside and it’s literally killing them. And they know they don’t have too much longer left in their life in the grand scheme of things.  Ignis listens with a sympathetic ear. The shock’s caught him so off guard that the good majority of the time he’s worriedly covering his mouth with his hand. The whole time their voice kept cracking, lip sometimes quivering, eyes watering but not a single tear was dropping. Admirable; they were trying to keep standing tall to the best of their ability, it takes a lot to be able to keep composure like that and it makes his heart bleed.  “And I didn’t really want to tell anyone because I didn’t want to cause that kind of worry. But I fucked up here, I really did.”  “No you haven’t. This isn’t something that you could have helped.”  “But I did. I shouldn’t have let this happen. I should have backed off a long time ago, I shouldn’t have let you get so attached like this and I’m so sorry.”

 Ignis doesn’t go on to pursuing them. At least not in a romantic sense, not if that’s not what they want. To try to would be selfish of him. Instead he chooses to be there for them as a friend and nothing more.

 The odds are against them, he knows, and it’ll be painful to watch as everything goes on. But they are his friend and he’s not one to make a habit of abandoning his friends… They need a support system, and he’s going to try being just that.

 Iggy is the one who ends up doing a lot of research in his own time. If there is no cure for what’s going on, then surely there’s at least something he can find that would help sooth them through this.

Gladiolus;

 How long have they and Gladio been friends for? Nearly a decade now?  Over the course of that time they’ve been decent friends. Maybe not the best of friends, not with the kind of squabbles they’ve had, but they’ve always came around and made up for it. Gladio never really gave much thought in dating them (he’s thought about a fling or two, but he’s had that thought about many of the people around him), until now.  He’s been kicking around the idea of dating, and they say some of the best relationships were founded on old friendships right? So why not try them? Gladio approaches them while they’re in their own space, working with and sorting through their files. It smells like old papers and ebony coffee, and all he’s hearing is the sound of papers being rustled and flipped, “Hey.” He greets, and earning a ‘heya’ in return. He goes on to making small conversation before getting on to his point. “So I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go out for dinner some time?”  “Sure thing!” They say enthusiastically, beaming a smile at him. “My friend, you know I would never pass up a chance to hang out with you.”  “Yeah about that…” Gladio, crossing his arms, moves to lean his back against the nearest wall, “I was thinking that it could be a date this time?”  “A date?” The papers they held in their hands slid out of their grip. They set their gaze onto Gladio; they look worried. “I… don’t think we should do that…”  “Why not?”  “Do I really have to give a reason?”  “Not really I guess?” Gladio shrugs. “But being your friend I’d kind of like to know.”  “Gladiolus…” They almost never used the full of his name. The only time it passed through their lips was whenever they were angry.  “Just saying, you know?”  “You’re not going to just bully me around into this.”  “Bully?” He scoffs, “I’m not bullying you, what kind of asshole do you take me fo-?”  “But you are!”  An argument ensues. And one that got more heated than it ought to have- to the point of raised voices. Maybe not outright yelling, but it wasn’t far either.  “Fine you really want to know? Then here!” They began to peel away their thick top, and another top, and underneath was bandages. All over was bandages, and some of them were already seeping through, and he figured the undershirt was likely to help hide the bandages outline and prevent it from seeping through the shirt worn over.  Bandages started to be unwrapped and dropped to the floor, and underneath Gladio could see some of the horrid marring of their body. Some of the wounds looked familiar to ones he saw them get none too long ago- almost exactly the same- but they should have healed from that by now. So what the hell did they do to get this done all over again?  Not only that but everything looked angry with infection. Some of the skin at the edges were turning a deep, sickly color of rot. And it reeked. From the moment they uncovered it he could no longer smell the scent they and the room were doused it, instead the stench of their wounds overtook everything.  “Damn…” Gladio steps up and starts to walk circles around them, inspecting over the wounds. He winces- he can almost feel those on his own body just by looking at it. “What the hell happened to you? And what’s this got to do with anything?”  “Everything.” They said. “I’m sure you remember some of these. You have to.” When he stands back in front of them, they point towards one of the nastier ones on their chest. Long and deep gashes… “This one? This was the one I got from that fight with Deadeye, when it had struck me, remember?”  “That was months ago.”  “Exactly.”  “But how?”  Taking a sharp inhale of air, they spoke, “I can’t heal Gladio.”  “What do you mean ‘can’t heal’? Last I knew you used to be just fine on that.”  “Yeah, used to is the key words here. Gladio this has been going on for a bit. We’re not even sure why, but my body can’t heal most anything anymore. I’m stuck with a lot of cuts, big and gaping wounds- they’re all nasty. They keep getting infected, and my body and it’s health is starting to deteriorate badly because of this.” “Can’t anything be done?”  “Can’t cure what you don’t know or understand- Doctors aren’t sure why this happened, what it is, or even how to help. I’m-” They felt the hotness at their eyes as the tears began to well up. Unable to even try to hold it back, the tears cut free just as soon as the salty liquid had rose. Their voice began to crack, “I’m screwed Gladio. I’m absolutely screwed, I’m going to fucking die!” “Hey now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here-” “It’s reality Gladdy! It’s legitimately my shitty reality… We know that I can’t make it like this. Not for too long.” Gladio merely nodded along. He wanted to try and say something that would have ended up making things out to be a lot more hopeful, but who was he kidding? He knows he spoke out of turn, and they know more about their own situation than he did. The hell is he supposed to say now? He doesn’t say a word, not for a little while. Instead he tries to comfort them and quell how hurt they are in the moment. He’s a little apprehensive to get too close- Gladio doesn’t want to hurt them physically by accident- but as soon as they move in for a hug he casts that aside, not even caring if they bleed or ooze on him, and he holds them there until they finally calm back down and pull away. “So that’s why you stopped going with us… Why didn’t you say anything before?” Gladio finally asks them the question that was digging at him. “It’s hard… How was I supposed to break the news? Just go up to you all and go ‘hey guys, I’m a rotting mess and I’m going to fucking die, but that’s okay because it’ll be over soon!’ like… I’m sorry but I just couldn’t. There was no good time. There was no good way.” “Should have broke it in the bad way then…” Now that Gladio was told and got to thinking about it, they had been really withdrawn for awhile now. And now he was wondering if maybe this was why, “So the last little while you’ve gone mostly quiet on us. This wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would it?” They nod. Their lip stats to quiver and here comes the tears again. “Yeah. To be honest I was hoping maybe if I isolate myself, then people would stop caring. And maybe then no one would have to be sad when I go.” “Don’t be stupid…” Gladio mutters, pulling them back in for a hug, “People have always cared and always will. That’s just how it is.”

Gladio drops the idea of seeing them. There’s just something about chasing after them while they’re down that doesn’t feel right.

The fact they’d be hurting in so many ways would make it feel like he was taking advantage of them more than anything. He doesn’t stand for that. Hell he’d have to question himself as to the whys of it all if he did.

Not only that but something like this would be much too short-lived for him even. He’s not afraid of the attachment; under a different circumstance, or if he had a guarantee of more time then, he would have at least kept the offer open.

Honestly he doesn’t really try to treat them too differently after this. They’re still his friend, but he’s not going to be dropping by much more often or anything. Frankly he doesn’t want his own presence feeling overbearing.

Prompto;

  “I’m sorry Prompto. It’s not you, it’s me.”  There it was, the dreaded phrase. Admittedly he’s heard it more often than he’d like to- every time he tried to pour his heart out to someone back in highschool he’d hear it. Granted, back then they were all silly school kids, and maybe he jumped the gun on way too quickly back then too (professing his undying love after only a handful of dates, or asking out ones he just barely met), but this time he really thought this was going to be different!  They might as well be already dating! There was already some flirting, the two of them running off for nice lunches and dinners (at this point the two of them . Hell the two of them already were sneaking away from the others for romantic walks through towns and safe trails while holding hands- sometimes they danced, from goofy and wild to slow dancing with them resting their head on his shoulder, and sometimes they just snuggled in together or held each other closely, giggling like a couple of young fools. So why then?  It’s not like they were just leading him on, they weren’t that kind- wait… the last couple of weeks it’s like they’ve been dropping off the face of Eos, so maybe they were? Granted he knows they said they haven’t been feeling well and have been sick, but maybe-  Never mind- it didn’t matter.  “Look, forget it. I know that whole spiel already, so you don’t have to go over it.” Prompto says in a low, sad tone. He crosses his arms and averts his gaze, he turns his head to the side and gazes into the distance.  “Prompto please, I’m not trying to get you off my tail.” They stated quickly. They realized now how that line must have sounded- they didn’t even think about the fact it’s used as an indirect way of saying someone doesn’t have a pitiful shot in hell before they even said that. Hell, that’s something they heard a time or two in their own life and that’s not what they were aiming for when they told it to him.   Now they were just wanting to plead their case and not chase him off either. “I mean it when I said it’s all on me. I’m trying to spare you of any extra grief.  “But maybe it was already too late for that,” they mumble.  His attention turns back towards them, “Spare me? Spare me from what?” Prompto asks. “If you’re thinking somehow you’re not good enough…” If that was it, then he could feel his heart sinking already. He knows what’s that like and he hopes that’s not it, “then let me tell you right now that you are.”  “Again, it’s not that… Prompto I…” They reached for their head, fingers intertwining with the locks of their hair and lifted. Sliding it off and dropping it to the ground, he could see where the hair had been shaven; some was already growing back but other patches… wasn’t. “I have cancer Prompto.”  “Cancer?” Prompto croaks. His eyebrows knit up together and his expression goes soft.  “Yeah. Colon cancer, stage three. Chemo’s… not been very helpful-”  “That’s why you’re getting sick…”  “Mm…” They nodded. “It’s done that and so much more. But I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on that yet… We only just caught this, I haven’t had too long to even do any kind of treatment. I just… hadn’t planned on telling anyone yet.”  Gods, how could they be so calm and collected about this? Here they were, talking about something that was threatening their lives, and yet they were standing here with an unmoving expression, and their tone not even faltering.  Prompto looks towards the ground, his eyes darting around as he tries to figure out what to say. His thoughts are many and his thoughts are fast, all of them too loud for even him to properly hear until he finally settles on one, “I’m sorry…”  “For what?” They inquire.  “Pushing you towards telling me.”  “You didn’t.” They reach up their hand up and ruffle his hair reassuringly. “I had to tell at some point, before I started withering off too badly. But… I didn’t want to let you down in a way that left you feeling bad when it’s literally all on me because I might not make it. But you had a right to know what you were trying to get into.”  He only nods in response.  “But you’re getting treated for that now. So there’s still hope right?”  “I’d like to think so, but… Stage three is already pretty late in the game, and I don’t know of too many people who’s kept going for too long with that.” Their lips start to quiver. Pulling their hand up to their face, the tip of their nose connecting to the knuckle of their pointer, it’s like they were trying to hide behind their own flesh. Shaky breaths washing over the skin, warming it. But their breath wasn’t as warm feeling as the tears that started to come down. “They might be able to extend my life but…”  Quickly, Prompto takes them into his arms and rubs at their back soothingly. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be alright.”  But will it?

 Prompto doesn’t care about the condition- wait no, he does. He fully acknowledges it, it’s always looming over so he cares very much. But that doesn’t stop him from still wanting to be with them.

 It’s still up to them if they’d have him, he’d still be over the moon if they did want him.

 Whether they do or don’t, it doesn’t matter. Prompto is there right beside them. He’ll be there to hold their hand when they need it and act as a pillar when they need to lean. He’ll be there to the very bitter end.

[diaboliktheology]

3 tropes!!

For every “Trope” I get, I will post a TV trope for my muse. for @senjounochou

Tsundere Type B:  These Tsundere have deredere as their default mood. They are sweet, kind and generous, but just happen to have a hidden violent side as well. Don’t confuse the sweet tsundere with Bitch in Sheep’s Clothing because in this case, they have a temper almost always triggered by someone or something else, usually a Love Interest. Either they have Belligerent Sexual Tension, are an Accidental Pervert, or just have no idea how to handle feelings of love and attraction. In some cases, an Armoured Closet Gay character may act like a Tsundere to mask their feelings for the object of their same-sex affection. May also overlap with Violently Protective Girlfriend if her Love Interest is threatened or in danger.

So I think I’ve touched on it with a few friends but I’ve yet to fully explain Yui’s stance on romantic love. I’m not going to do it here either because I plan to explain it in a more developed HC I have in the works but here goes. Now Yui certainly suits this in she’s extremely inexperienced when it comes to love of a romantic nature having been homeschooled and being essentially raised by a Catholic clergy, she in canon also fits the violently protective girlfriend trope *see my mini canon on Yui’s ‘switch’. The violence may not be pointed at the threat head on but she’ll find a way to fuck up whoever is hurting her people/person so WATCH IT O_O*. 

Now, I wanted to add on to this and mention a point where my portrayal does deviate from canon in that a reason behind Yui being a classified Tsundere Type B is that she is uncomfortable being in love. Yes, this partly ties into her being inexperienced but in my portrayal and my default verse that’s set sometime after the second season of the anime and after the DF game and before LG Yui has had more than enough time to likely experience some aspects of romantic love. However, its due to these experiences and more so the individuals she’s experienced it with Yui remains somewhat opposed to the idea of romantic love/if not subconsciously frightened of it and what the feelings of it do to her. Yui actively fights feelings of this nature, she damn well rails against them and I’m not certain if she even realizes it as it’s more subconscious defense more than anything. In game canon Yui recognizes falling for any one of the vampires is a bad idea and it’s liable to end in emotional pain if not heartbreak for her. However, this doesn’t deter her and she essentially makes the decision to do so anyway at some point in each boys’ route. This is not certain for my portrayal. Yui…,doesn’t like being in love. There is so much uncertainty in that, not to mention the potential for all manner of pain and—,she’s already been through so much. This isn’t just in regards to ‘canon’ love interests. Yui will pointedly misinterpret or not understand cues and romantic gestures, and scenario’s with both the vampires and anyone else who shows a romantic nature in her, more so those outside canon. This is because there is an added element of danger for anyone who gets involved with her, much less in a romantic way because of her life circumstances *glares at the possessive vamps*. It’s why its in my rules that shipping with this girl canon or not probably isn’t going to be as easy as her outward nature makes it seem at first glance.

Hair of Gold, Heart of Gold: The character is a blonde. Therefore, obviously, she is beautiful, good, pure, young, kind, and innocent. Sweet, wholesome, kind, and feminine tend to be included, and the innocence can range up to Virgin Power. If she fights, it’s reluctantly and she tends to avoid violence where she can.

This one is pretty obvious as Yui hits ALL OF THESE POINTS PERFECTLY. She’s blonde, she’s stunning, she is genuinely kind and good as a person, even to the jerkass vampires that everyone who knows canon agrees that THEY DON’T DESERVE HER. Yui is a person who is more or less the epitome of warm sunshine given human form who does nothing but shower others in warmth, love and the opportunity to grow as people. Like, she is nothing but LOVE. She is the type of person who’d rather see herself dead and do the deed herself than to see those she cares about suffer. She’s my altruistic bab and yes its to a point that even with strangers I’d say her caring nature is damn near unhealthy but its who she is~.

Unlucky Everydude:  The Unlucky Everydude is similar to the Ordinary High-School Student but has some overt problem(s), which he usually points out in the first episode. He is not so much average as below average concerning some trait, possibily Book Dumb. The extent of this issue varies quite widely depending on the comedic or dramatic mood of the series. The most common one is, naturally, an inability to deal with women, for various reasons. As unlucky as he is he’s more The Everyman than The Unfavourite or the Butt Monkey. You could say that his lack of luck is more in his head than real.How effective and likeable his personality is often depends on the other characters’ personalities. In a Magical Girlfriend series, their personality tends to be more moderate since they will inevitably get together with the lead. In a Harem Series, the extremity of his character is needed to make him appealingly harmless to the other girls. His most important trait, weirdly enough, is intrusiveness. He will try to help people long after everyone else has given up or declared things “private matters”. He will also fill any basic role the girls project on him.

My dudes….. For all of Yui’s good points and personality features, she remains one of the most karmically unbalanced heroines I’ve EVER seen. Let’s do a rundown shall we?

She was orphaned as a baby, her parents likely murdered by Richter

She’s unknowingly made the vessel of the bitch queen herself Cordelia’s heart *something that leads to some hella unhappy times for her later*

She’s adopted by the very vampire hunter/priest that probably had a mark on him from the time he murdered Reiji and Shu’s mother who was a very high-class lady among the vampire aristocracy and one of the three wives of Vampire King Karlheinz. This may well have had a hand in her being selected as a sacrificial bride since canon is fuzzy on if it was all planned/preordained or not.

Pretty sure she had at least one nasty experience if not brush with death via drowning in her childhood. Her not being able to swim has to come from somewhere and I’m willing to bet good money trauma was what stopped her from learning. *Yui’s too much of a people pleaser and curious girl to not have wanted to learn at some point*

Through her childhood, she’s left alone for most of it due to her adoptive father being away for missions trips that some were likely covers for vampire hunting trips *and to think this jackass never thought to consider teaching her any amount of proper self-defense!?* Which meant she was more or left raised by the clergy itself wich left her with abandonment issues and a shitty sense of self-esteem for what little of it there is.

This clergy later offers her up as a sacrificial bride to a family of six bloodlusty and sadistic vampires :D ……… *rages*

Said vampires proceed to abuse and traumatize her physically, mentally, and emotionally during her time with them to the point where she either breaks, dies, or they just straight up kill her in some routes of the game.

In the anime and in some routes of the game she actually ends up possessed by the before mentioned bitch queen Cordy who does her damned best to break what’s left of Yui by using her body to do abhorrent things including hurting her love interest or the brothers who in the anime she’s come to care for enough to kill herself for in a moment of control via stabbing herself with a dagger she’d earlier been given in case Subaru needed the extra help in committing suicide. Something she told him she’d never be able to do, despite him telling her he had to unless she wanted to die herself.

And in later games, she’s routinely kidnapped and put through similar amounts and types of abuse and trauma by the other vampires, and first bloods.

Events that the Sakamaki’s tend to blame and ‘punish’ her for despite her having no way to defend herself or overpower beings that have supernatural strength :|, and that really if they didn’t want it to happen they should’ve been keeping a better eye on her.

In closing, unlucky is an understatement. The only time things get better for her is post her love interest reciprocating at least some of her feelings and even then THINGS DONT GET THAT MUCH EASIER.