#gosh I have so many Chosen voice headcanons

[compressedrage]

*rubs hands together* I'm feeling angsty today >:)

Chosen's voice was hoarse and unused when he and Dark escaped the PC, but over time he begins speaking more and more. He never gets quite as loud as Dark, but he has a voice now. He's going to use it.

And then Dark dies. And he no longer has a reason to talk.

He wanders the Outernet, hiding from the officials who venture out to the bay to investigate the massive explosion. The only time he speaks now is when he wakes up screaming from the nightmares.

When the mercenaries finally catch up to him, his voice is almost as hoarse as it was when he'd first escaped.

[running2reanimation]

AvA Fandom - Get to Know You Meme Thing

Favourite character: My fave character is King; dad-shaped former villains are my jam.

Favourite relationship (platonic or romantic)?: Chodarking, I feel like King balances out Chosen and Dark and makes a good middle ground for them.

Favourite episode: The King. No surprises here, I’m sure. I really do think this episode is the pinnacle of Alan and his team’s work so far and it will be very difficult to top.

Favourite actual short: I said it was “Cherry Blossoms” but now I’m not so sure it’s not “Corn Dog Guy”.

Something you’d like to see in the series: King again. Lol, aside from that I am both hoping for and dreading more world building and exploration as to how the world works.

Any interesting headcanons: I am absolutely a believer that fighting is natural to most stick figures and fighting tournaments are a pretty regular form of entertainment.

Any OCs (Original Characters): Mint and Royal, two kids designed by Dark, both generally considered failures: neither exhibited the powers Dark designed for them, though it turned out that Royal was a late bloomer who came into his powers after Dark abandoned him and Mint had one power - they are unkillable.

Aqua, a childhood friend of Gold’s, a normal stick with a normal life. Works in a convenience store. Very kind and the voice of reason in her friend group - most of the time anyway. May or may not have been dating Gold before he died.

Any AUs (Alternate Universes): Gosh, so many. Not gonna list ‘em all, but here is the first one that came to mind: Hermit!King, in which Gold is the equivalent of a Minecraft YouTuber whose world gets corrupted on stream with King present and playing with him. Gold disappears, King is damaged and goes into Minecraft to find his son.

Something I forgot that you might want to talk about: I forgor…

And the blank template!

Favourite character:

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Something you’d like to see in the series:

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Something I forgot that you might want to talk about:

[jesswritesthat]

Hello!! Can I request a Haikyuu drabble about Kuroo and a gender-neutral s/o that has never dated before so Kuroo would be their first boyfriend and it's really soft and fluffy and it's cute as hell man 🥺💖 that would be amazing!! And Kuroo would respect some aspects of the relationship if their s/o doesn't want it so they cuddle instead!!💖

A/N: This is adorable, Kuroo is definitely a Respectful Man™ and my gosh you made me want to write headcanons of firsts with some characters <3 You’re a genius.

Sorry it took me so long.

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Kuroo Tetsurō with S/O Whose Never Dated Drabble:

When Kuroo first plucked up the courage to ask you out, he hadn't perfectly predicted your reaction like he had everything else.

Being friends first meant he knew what you'd like, managing to orchestrate a time you'd enjoy regardless of outcome.

It also meant Kuroo was aware of your romantic inexperience as you'd willingly told him before despite your awkwardness in the beginning.

It was why he'd chosen a cozy coffee shop in Tokyo that you both hadn't visited before, (so your favourite ones wouldn't be haunted by uncomfortable memories if it went horribly wrong) and ordered before engaging in whatever came to mind.

“D-date? You know I- I haven’t ever had a partner Tetsurō, I don’t want mess up because of my inexperience...”

"How many people you’ve dated doesn't change who are, I like you because you're single~"

"Tetsurō, you're not funny.” Though, with his hyena-like laughter ringing across the table, you couldn’t help but join him.

It reassured you, as chaotic as it was, that maybe a relationship with Kuroo was a good ‘first’ experience.

———

Never were you forced into anything, your dates compared to that of hanging out with your best friend - the only difference being the romantic sparks thrown in. The way Kuroo looked at you was enough to indicate the relationship you shared - as Nekoma gladly teased.

Kuroo was cautious to initiate physical contact, a soft grace of your fingers with his own and a “Is this okay?” following shortly after.

Only when you smiled, and properly interlaced your hands did he begin to re-inact physical affection without hesitation.

Such was the case with your first kiss, a beautiful spring evening underneath the cherry blossoms and the sunset warmly painting his skin.

“This is very cliché of you~”

“I thought you liked cliché, especially since this is your first relationship.” Kuroo could’ve added how he wanted it to be perfect for you, a memory you wouldn’t forget and speak wistfully of in years to come, but he figured you’d already knew him well enough to infer that.

“I like you, kitten.” He broke eye contact with you at your words, an amused grin directed at the ground before flicking to you again and leaning in to indicate his intention, eyes lidded and warmth fanning your lips.

It’s fate left to you, the remaining centimetre that is - so you closed the gap allowing your boyfriend to kiss you once, chasté and slow before gauging your reaction to determine whether he could proceed.

Of course, you weren’t going to let the feeling of weightless euphoria end, meeting him before he had the opportunity to respond - a smirk against your lips before melting into you.

———

A few months in, and expectedly when you are attracted to someone romantically and feelings blaze, moments reflected their heated temperatures.

"Hey, hey..." Kuroos’ voice was velvety soft as he pulled away from your lips, hovering over you on his elbows providing a few inches of distance, though this puzzled you.

"Kuroo?"

"What's wrong?" A furrow of his brows, and gentle brush of his thumb across your cheekbone quelled your anxieties slightly but still you answered with a hint in your voice.

"Nothing- I'm fine, you didn't have to-"

"I can feel how tense you are, and I know you well enough to see you're nervous. I'm listening (Y/n)."

Credit to the Captain, he was in tune with you and took note of your habits naturally as you were someone close to him thus he’d also know if you decided to lie.

"I've never— I've never had a boyfriend before, so I've never gotten this far." Despite the quietness of your tone, Kuroo released a gentle chuckle and tilted his head in coy curiosity.

"I know, so I'll potentially be your first kitten?"

"My first...?"

"I have no intention of letting you go unless you really want to break up, I love you (Y/n) and I want to show you in any way I can." A sensual kiss was placed to your lips, as if translating his words into actions.

"Now?"

Your boyfriend shook his head at that, manoeuvring to lay beside you but keeping his close proximity.

"No, not now."

"Wh-why? Have I put you off?"

"Never, but we don't need to rush and you may say you want this but your body doesn't feel that way to me, and I don't want to push you beyond your comfort zone."

"Are you sure, you're not just saying that right?" In honesty you believed him, but was it wrong to voice such a question? Kuroo would rather clear communication and if anything would appreciate the consideration you held.

"I'm sure, besides... I'd rather cuddle you instead."

It wasn’t like the romantic soft cuddles you’d seen in movies this time, this one more playful due to your boyfriends nature - but your original judgement solidified, he was a beautiful ‘first’, and hopefully he’d be your last too.

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[ Masterlist ]

[veterveter]

YO MANU THIS FINALLY CAME THROUGH I'LL LIKE READ AND DO COMMENTARY AND EDIT THIS LATER BUT I WANTED TO POST IT WHILE I HAD IT!!!!

Bless, tumblr finally working for you.

Anyway, here's the post from @delirious-and-slightly-murderous

So seeing as Tumblr hates me, I'm trying this darling, hope it reaches you.

So just read rat king.

[You should all totally read rat king if you haven't yet, it's fun I promise :) But also read Manu's commentary on it!!]

Tuuli I hope you know I love you and completely adore you and I am in awe of you but right now I HATE YOU. 

You broke me AGAIN. And I was just mending myself.

This was great and beautiful and fantastic and completely awful and the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. 

I'm crying.

So now I'm going to make a habit of coming to scream at you on tumblr every time you post something. 

You already know how I feel about your characterization and Andrés' POV and the angst. So there, it applies here too.

Here we go you awful and magnificent goddess.

“Martín,” Sergio clarified, moving up his glasses, the prescription of which was much too weak for his continuously worsening eyesight, “I think you should stop sleeping with him: Yes, Segio and his judgement. That couldn't not be there. But Andrés and Martín are sleeping together? I know this is going to hurt.

Martín was a constant in his life, something carried over from before. Martín? Martín wasn’t a problem; Martín was the only one thing that was good: at least here he appreciates him. Thank god.

Before, he would have found some entirely healthier way of loving his soulmate. Maybe they would have even had an old-world relationship, eventually. Andrés felt like he might have liked that, once. He knew Martín would have loved it: 😭 I want this for them and it hurts that it's simply not going to happen. I'm afraid of the MCD tag, Tuuliiiiiiiiiiii! Who did you kill, you murderous genius?

Andrés needed Martín, desperately. Too desperately to love him the way he should have: I'm going to die. He could at least try but nooooo, god forbid the day Andrés de Fonollosa makes things simple for anyone.

Andrés could see the way orgasms had loosened some of the tensions that so often gripped his body, and he hoped Sergio could too.😏

 If Andrés had to choose only one, he would have certainly chosen— : repressed asshole. I hope that was going to end with the word Martín. Why are you even getting married? What's even the point. But I see Andrés will continue to be emotionally stunted even when the world is ending.

Martín and Sergio had gotten along well, before. Andrés could remember so many pleasant evenings, just the three of them and a bottle of wine. But ever since they had to move to this base, the tensions had been palpable. They were both desperately trying to keep them alive, but were constantly disagreeing on the how: I'm starting to like Sergio more than Andrés here, how is that possible? How? See what you do Tuuli?

He turned around at the doorway and left the room, because he had no doubts about it: they would listen to him: Andresito, you are being too egocentric, this is not going to end well, for anyone.

Andrés understood just enough to know he was proud.: I don't know how to feel about this Andrés. I can't.

Andrés always tried not to take the slights of this brave new world personally – it was cruel, but they all had to endure loss of unspeakable magnitude – but this? Having to choose between his Martín and his brother?: Oh no, Oh no, NO. This isn't fair. Why do I get the terrible feeling we already know who he's going to choose? Please DON'T do this.

Andrés knew with unwavering certainty that either one of them would be willing to do it, and that they would consider it a great big favour to Andrés, and not the horrifying curse it truly was. He was the one who would have to pay the ultimate price, and live, knowing how much it had cost: Everything always has to be about you, doesn't it Andrés. You fucking deserve it.

Andrés could appreciate such a malleable room, because it reminded him of Martín, who always became what Andrés needed him to be.😡😭💔

Martín had never cared about plants, before. Actually, he seemed to have held a certain disdain for them. He had always said they were stupid and lifeless. Now he was looking at these ones, their lifeline, and he was filled with reverence and sorrow. If Andrés could have given him one thing, he would have liked to return to him his complete disregard for flora, and all the things it had since then come to imply: This hurts, and not only for obvious reasons. But nature? Fuck right in the feels.

Martín was entirely too pretty to look like this. They hadn’t even been having sex, because suddenly Martín looked like his eternally calcium-deficient bones might now break from the strain. Pretty Martín yeah! And you are a genius. Now this is my official headcanon as to why Martín drinks milk, he has fragile bones, the poor baby.

The weird walking corpse at the table smiled, and it almost made him resemble Martín.: He's already halfway dead. The MCD tag is him isn't it? I hate you Tuuli.

Andrés had to remind himself that he was lucky to have this. He may have had so many better things, before, but now he had this, and that was good. They had it better than most, him and Martín, for they had each other. Andrés still had his brother, and now he would have his wife, too. He was lucky: Not for long, buddy. And you deserve it. Poor Sergio I normally hate him but gosh.

“No,” Andrés said without waiting for a single beat, because he couldn’t let Sergio think he considered it. Even though he almost— “No, I don’t. I want you two, both of you, to figure out a way. A different way.”: He loves them both and he accepts it? Why does the world have to be ending.

Andrés tried not to think too much about Martín from before, but sometimes he did anyway. That night, as he wrapped his arms around Martín’s pathetic, weak and shivering frame, he thought about his true soulmate, the one this body had once belonged to.: Now I understand Martín sacrificing himself is the only way. He's already dead. And because of Andrés no less. How tragic.

Andrés had never said it back.

That night, he didn’t say it back.: Now Martín is going to die and it'll be horrible isn't it? Tuuli I want to murder you.

I’m so sorry, Andrés,” Sergio said quietly, slowly reaching out a hand to touch his shoulder.

Andrés recoiled from it, sharply. “No,” he snapped, “No. We are all going to die. Say those words, Sergio. We are all going to die.” He had made his peace with death long ago. There were worse things, many things so much more horrifying—

“We are not all going to die,” Sergio said, “The generator—” His words were cut off by Andrés’s hand on his throat, squeezing.: You are the king of denial, bad decision, being stupid, emotionaly stunned and not appreciating your soulmate enough Andrés. You deserve all the pain.

“He doesn’t deserve that,” Andrés said, his voice breaking again as he thought of it, Martín’s body, his corpse, frozen and preserved like that for as long as they would live. Martín, out there, while Andrés was in here, unable to ever go and give him even a proper burial. He had always been able to give Martín so little, and in death he would fail him yet again: I really have no words for this. But Martín being forever preserved out there and Andrés knowing that and not being able to mourn him. That is genius and it hurts and it's the perfect ending for them.

Andrés had never told him. Not once. How could he be certain that Martín had known? How could he insist that Martín, the brightest of them all, had known, when Andrés had never told him? Martín operated in words – how could Andrés have forced him to read his love in a language he didn’t even speak?: Now you confront your feelings too late, like always you repressed asshole. You deserve all the pain.

God, he wished Martín hadn’t been so bright. That he had been an idiot, dim-witted and slow like the rest of them.

Then the two of them would have let all of humanity perish.: You already murdered me with 'stay a while' and now this. Tuuli I'm coming back as a vengeful ghost and haunting your perfect ass.

So yeah, I don't have words but that's what I could spit out.

And Tuuli, you know the thing I showed you about the spider? Well when I finished reading this I was crying and wailing. My professor came running because he thought it was another spider or something even worse like a serpent.

When he asked what was going on I was in such a state I could only say 'rat' like a dumbass. 

RAT.

Like seriously? And when he asked again I said Rat king fic and pointed vaguely to my phone. 

He thought I was talking about an actual rat.

So imagine this. We are there, at night (in Costa Rica nightfall is around 6:00pm all year round, so now it's 9:00pm and here in the tropical rainforest it gets Dark), camping in the middle of nowhere in the wild with a tropical storm falling over our heads and I start crying about Rats. 

Congratulations Tuuli, you put me in such a state that I managed to send the whole of 9 biologists into a frenzy, frantically checking out the tents over an imaginary giant rat. 

It was literally terror in the jungle. 

I wanted the earth to shallow me. I didn't know how to explain that all that circus was because of a fucking fic.

I think now I no longer have satelital internet rights.

I hate you.

(P.S: But don't worry I still absolutely adore you, even if now I am the laughing stock of my fellows 🥰😘♥️)

Here have my friend the spider to show how I'm feeling.

[myownpersonaldemons]

Self-Tober Prompt 13

Prompt 13: Lovestruck

SF!Sans/Reader

I’m not....great at writing SF!Sans, I don’t think? But...I tried??? So??? I don’t have many headcanons or personality for him quite yet like I do his brother, but......hopefully I did him some justice here! It’s also written in Sans’ POV! (Which I think is the first self-tober story that I have written that’s not like in ‘reader’s’ POV?)

Sans was many things; a superb strategist, an incredibly intelligent individual, and a ferocious fighter. He’d describe himself as any one of those things with pride and smugness knowing that no one would dare question him anyways. He knew how to control people, whether by fear, paying them off, or befriending them. Each person required a certain finesse, and plenty of background information. Enemies were always thoroughly vetted, but so were friends. He knew everything about everyone. If he couldn’t find what he wanted? Well, he had others who could.

What Sans abhorred to describe himself as was a lovestruck numbskull.

Yet, that was what he was.

As much as he tried to hide it from everyone, even his own brother, he couldn’t help but mess up in stupid ways around you. Especially once he discovered that you weren’t intimidated by him while still respecting him. It was as if you could just see through his bravado and his blustering.

You were sweet and kind, and had befriended Papyrus through a stupid video game.

Ugh.

It wasn’t even one of the good ones that Sans would…never be caught dead playing because he did not play video games. Not at all. If you had time to play games you had time to be doing something else, something more important. Of course, Papyrus sometimes stayed the night with those women he’d pick up in bars, so Sans had the night to himself. So what if he occasionally played an RPG while drinking his nightly glass of red wine?

Not that he did that.

At all.

But, you did. So, maybe he’d be okay with playing a game or two with you. If you’d want to that was.

Stars, Sans hadn’t even admitted his feelings and he was head over heels for you, and you didn’t even seem to know that he was. Which, of course you didn’t, because Sans is very good at hiding his feelings.

Papyrus would agree with him….at least in front of other people. Once they were behind closed doors, Papyrus would snort and say something like, “You like her because you accidentally admitted that you buy box wine instead of expensive stuff and you didn’t even realize it.”

Which was a lie, Sans always bought the best wine the stores had to offer. Besides, you hadn’t even blinked an eye when Sans had said that to you either, so Sans hoped you just hadn’t noticed. Papyrus insisted that it was because you didn’t drink, so you didn’t give a fuck about wine. Sans knew that, that’s why he said boxed wine. It was totally a test.

You called Sans up, and he answered within three rings as was his usual. (Actually he answered the moment his phone began to vibrate and he saw your name and cute face flash on the screen.)

“Hey Sans!” you said cheerfully, “Do you got a minute?”

“I CAN SPARE A MOMENT FOR YOU,” Sans said, ignoring the look his brother gave him. Both of them in their pajama’s as they caught up on their anime. (One of the only anime’s that Undyne recommended to Papyrus that was actually good and not a ‘troll’ recommendation.)

“So, and you can totally say no to this, but, my work is having a company party at this big fancy place and I don’t want to go alone because I don’t have like any real friends here…so, can you be my plus one?” you asked, voice hopeful and embarrassed at the same time. When he didn’t answer immediately, you quickly spoke on, “you can say no! I just, you’re the fansiest guy I know! I mean, Papyrus is my second option but I don’t even think he has a suit so if you say no, please tell me Papyrus owns any formal wear?”

You asked…him out? You are asking him out, to a fancy event. Where he can show off his status and have you at his side?

“WHEN IS IT?” Sans asked, pushing past his surprise instantly. He paused the anime and Papyrus shot him an irritated look, to which he simply flipped off his brother.

“Sunday, September 27th at 7:00 PM,” you told him, sounding like you were reading it off of something rather than having it commited to your memory.

“HOW ‘FANCY’ ARE WE SPEAKING?”  he asked mentally going through his closet to figure out which of his suits needed to be dry cleaned.

“Uh…fancy? I-Is there different kinds?” you asked, sounding out of your element.

“AH…YES. IS IT FORMAL WEAR, OR IS IT MORE OF A CASUAL SETTING?” he asked, in other words would he need his tuxedo or three piece suit?

There was some shuffling, “The invitation says ‘Creative Black Tie’?”

Sans nodded, “EXCELLENT, AND WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR OUTFIT?”

“Colour?” you asked, sounding even more out of your element. “I haven’t even thought about that? To be honest here, Sans, I don’t even really know what creative black tie means.”

Sans eagerly explained, and then when you hummed in understanding he added, “WHEN YOU DECIDE ON YOUR OUTFIT LET ME KNOW, SO I CAN COORDINATE WITH YOU.”

“Coordinate?” you asked, and then you giggled softly, “oh my gosh, I didn’t even think about that. That’s awesome…I’m going to match someone.”

“OF COURSE, I-“

“yo, sans, can we finish watching this anime or what?” Papyrus said loud enough just to be heard over the phone.

“Oh! You were busy!” you chirped out, “Sorry! Thanks again, I’ll let you go! But I will text you when I know what I’m wearing! Bye, Sans!”

“GOODBYE-“

“sannnnnnnnnnnnnns,” Papyrus interrupted, and Sans heard your delighted laughter before another goodbye and then the line went dead. Sans glared at his younger brother and threw the remote at him.

“WHY MUST YOU BOTHER ME?” Sans grumped, to which Papyrus winked at him.

“just tryna make you more normal to your crush,” Papyrus said, picking the remote up off the couch where it had bounced harmlessly and resuming the anime.

Sans’ date with you had been the only thing he could think of for the rest of the week, it nearly consumed every spare minute of the day…and then you had sent him a photo. It was captioned with ‘I think I found my party outfit :D What do you think, Mr. Fancy?’

It was…so….cute.

And sexy.

And you.

However, what caught Sans’ attention most was that it was the same colour as his magic…perhaps a shade or two off. That small detail had him throwing up his poker face that he had so excellently perfected as to not let anyone see how utterly that threw him.

You had put a stupid little emoji over your face, which disappointed him because he wanted to see how you liked the dress beyond simple words.

He replied back saying that it was beautiful and an excellent choice. You responded with a simple ‘aww thanks!’ that had Sans a bit disappointed. He expected more of a reaction to his words than just aww thanks. Another moment where Sans grumpily swore that you didn’t have any feelings for him, and felt a bit jealous of his brother. You always were blushing and giggling around Papyrus…

The fact that he had been your first choice for a formal work party was different, because Papyrus did in fact, not own a single formal piece of clothing. No matter how much Sans nagged him to procur something of the sort just in case he needed it. Papyrus insisted that he wouldn’t need it and that it would be a waste of money plus he didn’t get the idea of ‘dry’ cleaning.

Sans explaining the process to Papyrus had fallen on sleeping ears…

The day of the party actually came and Sans came to pick you up, leaving Papyrus dead asleep on the couch. Sans had chosen to wear his normal tuxedo, but matching the colour you had chosen.

You answered your apartment door, preening yourself while looking just a touch overwhelmed. “How do I look? Fancy enough?” you asked, ushering him inside your apartment as you went on a hunt for your shoes. Sans pointed them out by your fridge, and you gave a breathy thank you as you darted over. You hopped slightly as you pulled them on, and grinned over at him.

“You still haven’t said if I look good or not,” you pointed out, and he blushed slightly. Ah…yes.

“YOU LOOK…CAPTIVATINGLY GORGEOUS,” he said easily, and you staggered a bit before beaming at him.

“You think so?” you asked shyly, before smoothing your hands down your sides in an attempt to smooth out the wrinkles of your outfit, “You look handsome, as well.”

Sans straightened and puff up a bit, pleased by your compliment. A soft blush tinted his cheeks. That was the first time you’d ever called him ‘handsome’ before. While he hoped that it was the first of many times, he wasn’t going to get his hopes up too much. Even if you would be an excellent match for him, and vice versa…at least in his own mind.

“Hopefully, tonight goes well,” you sighed, pulling on an outer jacket to keep the chill out and double checking you had everything. “If it does, maybe I’ll ask you to be my date again…hopefully less formal though. All this is doing is stressing me out,” you admitted, before gesturing towards the door. “Let’s go be a cute couple that everyone will fawn over.”

More dates?

Sans offered his arm to you once you had locked your door, and you smiled warmly at him before accepting it.

“PERHAPS OUR NEXT DATE COULD BE JUST THE TWO OF US AT A NICE RESTURANT,” he supplied, and your face blushed and you smiled cutely at him.

“As long as the dress code isn’t ‘Black Tie’, that sounds lovely,” you squeezed his arm lightly. “I’m free on Friday.”

Sans sputtered, sputtered, in surprise. He hadn’t thought you were actually serious about that, and your face crinkled slightly as you attempted to hold back a grin. Oh stars, you probably thought he was a dumbass now. He straightened, and cleared his throat as he opened the passenger car door to you. Once you were in he allowed himself the walk around to the driver’s side to compose himself, and once inside he said, “I’LL HAVE TO CHECK MY SCHEDULE.”

“Papyrus says that you have nothing scheduled and ‘it’s about time’,” you said waving your phone at him, which made Sans blush.

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S TALKING ABOUT!”

“I do!” you said happily, “I’ve been trying to get you to ask me out on a date for a couple months now, and Paps said that I just have to ask you out first, and once I do you’ll return the favour.”

Sans looked at you in surprise, “YOU KNEW?”

“Of course,” you smiled, “After you mentioned you drank boxed wine and then made a point to say a bunch of really fancy expensive wine types the next time we saw each other? I had to confirm it with Papyrus, and he was very tight-lipped…er, tight-teethed about it? Until I offered to buy him Muffet’s for a week. Your brother is really easy to pay off when it comes to useless stuff,” you added, and Sans’ brow bone raised even further.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU COME STRAIGHT TO ME?” he asked, starting the car, “IF YOU KNEW I HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU, WHY NOT JUST ASK ME DIRECTLY INSTEAD OF GOING TO MY BROTHER?”

“I don’t like going into things blind,” you pointed out, “Like this event? I spent that entire week looking up different outfits and reading a bunch of snobby blog posts until I had an idea of what was expected of me outfit wise.”

A human after his own SOUL.

“NEXT TIME I RECOMMEND PAYING HIM TWO WEEKS WORTH OF MUFFET’S AND HE MIGHT HAVE ACTUALLY PUT EFFORT INTO ASSISTING YOU,” Sans commented, his tone light and joking. You giggled.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind, now that we’re going to be going on dates,” you gave him a salacious wink before tapping the watch on your wrist. “Now, let’s go or we might have to be fashionable late.”

“BEING LATE IS NEVER FASHIONABLE, IT’S DISRESPECTFUL,” Sans pointed out before pulling out of the guest parking stall.

The night was everything he dreamed and more. It was clear from the first minute within the event that you weren’t considering him there as a friend, but as your actual date. Your hands were almost always touching him, whether having your arm wrapped around his, touching his elbow to get his attention, or leaning against him to whisper jokes during speeches. Then again, his own hands didn’t often leave you, but always polite and gentlemanly. On your lower back, resting on your shoulder lightly. Simple things that still made you blush softly and smile at him.

That look, the softest of blushes and the cutest of smiles made his SOUL throb.

Sans was many things; a superb strategist, an incredibly intelligent individual, and a ferocious fighter. But…he was also a lovestruck numbskull for you.

[crimsonrevolt]

Congratulations Taylor you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Natalie Dupont

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Your applications are always an absolute delight to read so full of beautiful characterizations and this one was no different you breathed life into Natalie with your words and I could see her shape and form as I read your app. I’ve always loved Natalie because there’s something about a Hufflepuff Death Eater that I find absolutely fascinating and not only did the character justice, but you made me love her more. I adore how in-depth you explored her history and her family. It truly paints a picture not only for how you’ll portray her but how she came to be the person that she is. I cannot wait to see her on the dash as you explore her further. *your faceclaim change has been accepted*

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Taylor, 19, female pronouns, good old EST (wow, that’s weird to say)

ACTIVITY

Depending on the number of threads I have going, time willing, I can usually stay about as consistent as I am on Marlene. So, replies typically get churned out consistently unless of course something is to come up.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Uh…it was Andromeda Black, I think. Something like that. But I’ve lived here over a year now.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

Harry, actually. It’s always hard for me to pick because I connect to a lot of them, but he’s probably who I’m the most like.

ANYTHING ELSE?

It’s all high praise, honestly, and I do that enough as it is.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Natalie Deserae Dupont

FACE CLAIM

Alisha Boe would be my first choice, otherwise Logan Browning or Ashleigh Murray

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

It’s an interesting thing, isn’t it? A Death Eater from Hufflepuff, of all places. I mean, it definitely isn’t something that is ever explored in the canon verse, and not really in fanon much either. (Unless discuss TCC which. Just. Didn’t happen, moving on.) There’s a number of reasons that Natalie is fascinating to look at, and that’s really just scraping the surface.

I’ve come and gone through all the open bios a lot since I got to CRT. I’ll admit it, and be proud of it, and while Miss Dupont wasn’t one that immediately grabbed my attention, she’s always been there, in some way. And now that I’m really looking at her again I’m almost ashamed of myself for discounting her for so long, because honestly, there is nothing but potential here. The minute I really started to pay attention to her, she started to voice herself in my mind, only seeming to get louder and louder the longer I allowed it. And she won.

I see Natalie as having become an only child. She wasn’t always. There was a time when she had a brother, precisely nine months older than she herself, Declan. The Slytherin child, the heir to the family’s wealth, name, property, everything. He was bred to be a king while Natalie - sweet, clumsy, Hufflepuff claimed Natalie, was decidedly going to become a wife someday. And while there are many pureblood daughters (cough, Marlene, cough) who rebel from the legacy they’re being handed, Natalie welcomed it with open arms. She wanted to excel, to do what she was born to do. She could be strong and independent without turning inherently obnoxious and rebellious.  By the age of fifteen, Natalie had proven herself, far beyond the - to her family - almost degrading sorting that had befallen her. She proved that Slytherin might help you on the way to greatness, but Hufflepuff taught loyalty and hard work were just as important as who you knew, and if who you knew was powerful, it reflected well on you to be known for withholding your end of things. Even if she never became the heir like Declan, she would have her own legacy, one her family was proud of.

And then, Declan died when Natalie was seventeen; she entered her final year at Hogwarts, and finally a true shift occurred. She had always been a ball of light energy, capable of pulling in whoever she wanted to, making friends easily. Losing her brother - an accident to which her family never disclosed the details of to her, never offered true closure - forced her to recede. All at once she was alone in the world, the sole heir to a name she was meant to share. Everything changed, in that moment. That was the year Natalie traded her bright jumpers and cheery disposition for black nail polish and isolation. The grieving process shone through her very appearance, and the obvious change was concerning, but she had become repellent. It was better to push people away, on the chance they were taken too. But she snapped out of it; the family business began to crumble, and she was forced to step up, once again.

When the Death Eaters came knocking, Natalie almost didn’t agree. She had heard enough of their stories to question if it was worth it. She believed in blood meaning something, having grown up plenty wealthy and an heiress in her own right, but this was different. This meant war, and that led her to wondering what Declan would do. And then she remembered. Remembered he was gone and there was nothing that could bring him back; and, if there was going to be war, she may as well be on the side that wanted to protect the world she had grown up in. And at first, she was reluctant. Reluctant to act for them, to do the things they wanted, but then she became obsessed. The power that Voldemort offered was new, refreshing, addicting. Something she wants more of.

The Hufflepuff identification and the fact that Natalie dons bright colors in most occasions made her one to be brushed off in meetings. She made it her mission to prove her worth.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Natalie is asexual, demiromantic, but to her it’s all the same. There’s something about sex that just makes her squirm, even if she will end up having it to produce children someday.  Besides, relationships should be to further bloodlines, right? Her friends can engage in anything else if they want, but she’s got better things to worry about than falling in love anytime soon, even if she’s a hopeless romantic at heart. But there’s really no time for that now, right?

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Aesthetic

Dupont Family

Pinterest Board

-A PLAYLIST (which got a lot longer than I expected it to, but here we are)

Fairly Local - Twenty One Pilots What I shouldn’t do I will They say I’m emotional What I wanna save I kill Is that who I truly am? I truly don’t have a chance

Game of Survival - Ruelle There’s no surrender And there’s no escape Are we the hunter Or are we the prey

Into the Black - Chromatids The King is gone But he’s not forgotten This is the story of Johnny Rotten It’s  better to burn out than it is to rust The King is gone but he’s not forgotten

R.I.P. 2 my youth - the neighbourhood Wrap me up in Chanel inside my coffin Might go to hell and there ain’t no stopping Might be a sinner and I might be a saint I’d like to be proud but somehow I’m ashamed

Prom Queen - Mary Kate Kosner And she lives her dreams in the magazines And her daddy’s gone, and she needs someone And she’s got the looks And the boys on hooks But she’d trade it all For a heart that’s whole

Gods and Monsters - Lana Del Rey In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel Living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing everything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon

Also! I have a headcanon that Natalie has taken the mark, and she keeps it covered ironically. She wears bright sweaters almost always, and it seems an easy enough shield; with as easily as she makes friends, and as trustworthy as her appearance makes her look. Besides, nobody ever suspected the bright, cheery Hufflepuff, right?

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it: “Oh gosh, I’m horrid with this sort of thing. But I suppose maybe a potion that makes your intentions known without Veritaserum. Not for me of course, but for others. It would save so much time.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you: “I’d want someone like Bellatrix Lestrange, you know, tough and scary but like, in a good way. At least good for the people that admire them? Or maybe Emma. And I don’t know, I think I’d be alright with just my wand…hopefully.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make? “Most decisions, actually. At least when I have time to think every possible outcome through, then I tend to overthink. I’d rather make decisions quick and then have to think about them later.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you? “That I was weak. That I was a…disappointment to my family. That I let my brother down.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Honestly, Natalie is relieved; relieved that a Lestrange is now in the high chair in the Ministry, if for no other reason than the repercussions from the DE if that failed scares her. She was very likely involved in the attacks, whether at the Ministry or the hospital, if only just to prove herself. She’s becoming very lost in this war, and in the process becoming very power hungry and desperate for approval.

WRITING SAMPLE

Her heels chimed ominously against the dark floors. Rookwood walked swiftly in front of her, and another, someone she didn’t recognize – behind her. Wide, brown eyes glanced around the wide expanse of hallway, taking it all in. Voldemort did not trust her, nor did his followers, herding her like a sheep. It was fair, she guessed; a Hufflepuff, a Death Eater? Unheard of. But here it was, happening.

The hallway down which the trio walked, silence aside from the echo of Natalie’s shoes, seemed to stretch on for quite too long. She had grown up in a manor, of course, but it had taste, warmth. Lestrange manor was painfully dreary, the draft shooting which filled the space almost causing her flesh to rise in bumps, enough to make her small frame shiver. Feeling judgmental eyes, she resisted the urge to retreat into her shell; this wasn’t the time to show anything but pride.

A door creaked ominously in front of her. Yet another indication of how poorly their home was kept. Was this how Death Eaters were meant to live? Rookwood and his companion were watching her with the same bored, expectant expression now, and her hues flitted between them quickly. Straightening her shoulders, taking over the stride she had mastered years before – the one which exuded confidence, insight – Natalie stepped between them.

The room she stepped into was warmer than the hallway, to say the least. A bright, orange fire sparked life from a deep-set fireplace, a long table resting beside it. While the room was not crowded perse, Natalie recognized nearly everyone, various bored and amused eyes turning to watch her. To her own credit, the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange and Amycus Carrow did not cause her to falter. If anything, it only pulled the stance back to full, her cheerful, determined exterior hopefully not showing how scared she was.

And while she had not seen him yet, he was certainly there. Sitting at the head of the table silently, expectantly. No doubt waiting to see if the pretty you witch would run and flee, change her mind, or stay and prove them all wrong.

She wouldn’t.

[dustydreamsanddirtyscars]

I love your blog and all your meta. Just everything. 😍 I was wondering what are your head cannons you have for Dean? if there are any.

Lovely anon!

Thank you for your message and the compliments *hugs* It means a lot.

Gosh, there are actually too many headcanons to count that I have regarding Dean :’) I have an entire tag dedicated to my Headcanons and Wishlists (not all but a lot of them circle around Dean as he’s the character I tend to write about most) if you are curious to dig through those - some you may also find woven into metas on Dean in my Dean Winchester Meta tag.

But I’ll also give you a headcanon of mine here right now, though one may rather see it as fringe canon or just simple character analysis. I have been re-watching a few episodes lately that featured Dean and his childhood and/or episodes in which kids are the main focus and the ones Dean connects with deeply from the get go.

One very strong example of that is early in the series in 1x03 “Dead in the Water” and the way Dean forges a bond and friendship with Lucas, a little boy who lost his father and saw him die unable to do anything about it and was traumatized by this event and stopped talking.

There are countless parallels to be drawn between Lucas and Dean as they share a very similar experience. The major difference being that everything surrounding Lucas’ trauma is connected and associated with the element of water whereas Dean’s trauma is connected and associated to the element of fire - the polar opposite. Just like Lucas saw his father dragged into the lake unable to do anything about it, Dean likely saw his mom burning on the ceiling.

And both - Lucas and Dean - though they were just a kids and there is absolutely nothing they could have done in that moment - carry a certain amount of guilt with them (which is partially also playing a part of why Dean thinks he doesn’t deserve to be saved, of course within SPN this only comes up in S4 and realted to what he did in Hell, but if you watch the show closely, there are enough hints right from the beginning that show that Dean is way too alright with dying that are all connected to his low self-esteem and his self-loathing).

Throughout the entire episode we see Dean connecting with Lucas - whether it is through the toy soldiers Lucas plays with that could be seen as a metaphor for how Lucas wished for protection in that moment on that lake (which is why he has them with him at all times now, they form a barrier, a wall, a protective layer) while at the same time these toy soldiers symbolize the end of childhood in itself (and of course toy soldiers also directly connect to the Winchesters, because Dean used to have those too - plus heartbreakingly enough Dean himself was raised to be a “kid soldier” essentially and this narrative and aspect is revisited a lot over the course of the series whenever the line of Dean being “a good little soldier and nothing else” comes up again) -

and getting glimpses into how Dean dealt as a child himself after he lost his mother, his father, his home and really any sense of stability and innocence and his entire childhood in one night. He also - like Lucas -

didn’t feel like talking as Dean reveals. 

What I love about Dean’s interactions with kids is that he is taking the place of someone he himself would have needed as a child, someone who believes and listens and acknowledges his fear and pain.

so in a sense with saving and listening and building up confidence in all these kids the Winchesters meet along the way from Lucas in S1 to Timmy in S9 (who even more directly is set up as a Dean mirror - I’ll write a great deal more about this in my “Of Blood, Bone and Darkness”meta series as I have just re-watched said episode and now need to find time to gif and type out all the different things that are important wonderful about this episode) Dean may subconsciously heal himself a bit as well by helping and providing the help for these traumatized children that he himself never got. Just look at Dean’s face and emotions in this moment - to me when Dean saves Lucas here to a certain extent he also “saves” himself, his child self in a sense. This scene always gets to me, I mean just look at Dean here, you can see the memories written all over it.

So yes to me with helping others and especially children Dean may mend himself in a way as well and that very character trait of Dean, his way of caring deeply, his empathy and thoughfulness drifts over into what I think Dean’s profession may have been had he grown up to lead a normal life without monsters. Helping others and the wish to relieve pain, etc. to me feels like a character trait that is inherent to Dean unrelated to his trauma or past, therefore I think Dean may have chosen a job in which he had the chance to save people or at the very least help them.

In 1x22 “Devil’s Trap” Dean himself voices this:

And of course this makes perfect sense as this shows how Dean would have wanted to like turn back time and be a fireman to be able to save his mother or at the very least keep others safe from losing loved ones in a fire. And it’s these character traits that’s been part of Dean fro childhood onwards that make me believe that if Dean had been able to live a normal life that he’d have gone into the field of social work or medicine.

I think Dean would have searched for a job like fireman, paramedic or doctor (I think Dean’s love for “Dr. Sexy MD” doesn’t have all that much to do with Dr. Sexy MD as a person as it does with the fact that this show focuses rather on the interpersonal dramas rather than the big traumatic events, I think among other things he enjoys how Dr. Sexy MD is able to help people, save them), because in those jobs he’d also be in “saving people” business. But I can alos picture Dean as a social worker in a similar fashion as Sonny for example and moreover I think Dean also may have made an excellent therapist. Basically I think Dean may always have gravitated towards a professional that allowed him to help others. Gosh, this got longer than I had intended… Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this headcanon a bit. :)

[arthurtristankingsmen]

// Some of these I already answered but I got enough I’m just gonna say fuckit and do a thing. Under a readmore for length, and in alphabetical order:

@artisticorchid

I haven’t known you all that long. We only met like two weeks ago. But you were very kind to me in that time despite me being new and very nervous, and you’ve been patient with me thus far. The rps we have on discord are fun and entertaining and I enjoy the way you use details and the way you write your characters is fun. I like you Vivi and your art is very cute and it’s been a pleasure to get to know you thus far. Once you’ve been aware of things that I wasn’t crazy for, you took the effort to change things despite my protesting you didn’t have to, because you cared more about a friend’s comfort than something you had initially chosen, and I won’t forget that.

@chantillyxlacey

Lacey. Lacey Lacey Lacey. I don’t even know where to begin with you? Like I adore your stupidly cute face and I appreciate you always looking out for me and trying to keep me involved in things and just like- how you check on me every morning and if we don’t talk for a while you just ask how I am because that shows how much you care and that means the world to me? You’re involved and you listen to my silly headcanons and throw together AUs at the drop of a hat and they’re fun. I love that our tastes in movies is so similar so we can both gush over movies or complain about ones that needed to do better, and I love how excited you get. And GOSH don’t get me frick a fracken started on your art and your writing because you are a talented bean and honestly when we first rped because you sent something in I was absolutely taken aback and then blown away with how beautiful you made the ocean sound and how detailed you made everything and I just…..it made me really happy to meet you and get a chance to do things with you. <3

@circumvented-confidence

Honestly I wish I knew you a bit better but I am so absolutely horrendous about ever getting in contact, even with friends or people I admire. That’s what I get for being a scatterbrain lol. But I love your OCs in that they’re intriguing and you play them well from what I’ve seen. People have been jerks to you but you don’t let them bring you down, and you’ve created an interesting character that’s far from one dimensional. Your writing is excellent and I love the turns of phrase you use at times, and how distinct the voices of your different characters can be. Please never stop writing, because you do it so well, and I will enjoy seeing what your future works will be.

@cowsaresushi

Okay so I know I mess up your url all the time because apparently I cannot stop thinking it’s ‘crows’ and not ‘cows’ but I swear that is just me being dumb. I adore your artwork; you work so well with traditional and wow I love how dynamic and fluid it all feels! I love that you always hit me up when you can and I still treasure the art you did (especially the one for that RIP story because oh my godddd)! You have such creative ideas and jokes and it’s always a pleasure to hear from you!

@ectoimp

You know, I could just like….talk about your art until the cows come home because I do adore it, but honestly, that’s not what drew me to you as a person at all when I first met your or saw you. Don’t get me wrong, you do gorgeous work, but your art isn’t like your defining feature to me. I freaking love your sense of humor! And your writing and your ideas. Gosh, you’re just like brimming with them and they’re so clever and creative and honestly some of my favorite days have been where like the two of us just chatted and threw together scenarios or AUs. The mer one still has a special place in my heart. I love you jokes and I love when you tag me in goofy things and I love that you don’t take anyone’s shit and you’ve got all these amazing ideas that are just itching to come out. When I first looked at your blog I fell hard for the jokes and the goofball posts that you made teasing your friends or making headcanons and just clearly having fun, and I had to follow you. I wish I was a little better about just hitting you up to talk because I consider you as one of my closest friends, and I love to hear you talk about all of your interests like your fish or okami. You’re blunt and you’re honest, but you say things so people know what you spot, know what to improve, and overall you’ve been an amazing influence on me. So thank you.

@gentlelewis

Sweet potato, basically. You are trying your hardest to improve in your art and writing and you’re very accepting of other people and their interests. You re sweet and kind and you’ve been patient with me when I’ve been down, and when you see I’m not doing so well, you hit me up and try to let me know I’m in your thoughts. You are very kind, one of the kindest people I’ve met, and I enjoy seeing you around. I’ll be honest I thought your voice was freaking adorable when I heard it and you seem so supportive of everyone and excited and it’s no wonder people are drawn to you; you’ve got this very very friendly energy and it’s sweet and fun to see. You’re every bit as wonderful as the friends you have made and I hope one day you get the chance to see that.                

@ghostpepperlewis

I….stay inside my shell, really easy. I don’t talk to people unless they interact first, I get nervous about things pretty easy, and I’m just really awkward in general. You….know that and you still treat me really nicely and try to get me involved and understand where I’m coming from. We can hold a conversation where we don’t agree and it doesn’t get nasty and we can just chat. I like your writing and your Lewis is adorable and I will never ever forget the moment he lifted Arthur over his head like ‘the fuck’ because he turned into a kiddo. I love some of the words you use to describe things and it’s an honor to write with someone as fabulously detailed as you. I always look forward to your next reply, and I always appreciate how inclusive you try to be!

@kirbychan234

KIRBY. Cutest puffball. You are there for me when I really need it and It’s fun to make you groan at my terrible jokes. You’re sweet and you do little things for me when you can even though you DON’T HAVE TO OMG. You send me love and tag me in posts you know I’ll like and you talk to me when I’m down and you’re patient with me. I adore Aus with you. ADORE. Royal Pains is still one of my favorite AUs and I love that you made it with me because that made it all the better and I enjoy talking to you. I’m super happy I helped you build that Lance blog because I’m absolutely ecstatic to write with you and see you play him. You are adorable and thoughtful and you know how to make my day and it always brings a smile to my face to know you’re thinking of me and to know you’re happy I’m there. And honestly I adore all of your work and am so so lucky to have you in my life. <3

@lewanei

I think you’re pretty much the reason this blog is still here. Like. I didn’t know if people liked it, really. It was pretty quiet and there was like one person who was actively interested in rping, but others would come and then leave or they’d rp with me but never talk to me like a person and I felt like an excuse to play with Arthur rather than two rpers becoming friends. I felt kind of isolated and there were so many arthur blogs and I felt like I wasn’t important. I was just kind of…there. And then you came along. You sent arthur his first M!A and you kept teasing him after and you’d comment on my writing and you’d talk to *me* beyond arthur and we’d joke around and I could make you laugh and honestly? You’re one of my first tumblr friends and I’m always gonna treasure you because you made me feel worth something and I’m always so happy to see you on my dash and I laugh like an idiot at every joke you send me and I love them and that you think of me and I really am proud to call you my friend. And gosh- I’m always so impressed with your writing??? Like I know English isn’t your first language and I could never write as eloquently as you do in my other languages. You’re so impressive and skilled and I love your OCs and all of their designs and you’re just a really awesome friend.

@mysteriouslyhopefulstranger

I will always be impressed with how you play Alice. If you don’t know her she’s abrasive at times and slow to trust. But I love that she warms up to people and while she can still be a little rough around the edges, she’s loyal to a fault. You as the mun are absolutely sweet and kind and I love how different your character is from you. You challenge yourself in ways and it’s awesome to see! Ocs are tough to get out there, but you do your hardest and I’m always glad to see you’re still going when you pop up on my dash ^^.

@phantoms-lair

Another one of my oldest friends. I love your writing and little unique twists you throw into your work. I love that you want them all to be happy and try so hard to keep arthur okay on the blog (despite his stubbornness about it lol), and that when M!As come in you try to fight them off. I love how protective you are of your friends and I love your art and how it’s coming along. I look forward to you on my dash and while I’m terrible with initiating I’m always happy when you try to include me in the chat and the like or talk to me on your own. You’re a friend I’m always happy to have, through thick and thin.

@space-ace-all-over-the-place 

YOUR ART IS ADORABLE. Ahem. What I mean is, your art is adorable omg. I think it’s super cute and you’ve gota good grasp of anatomy and I like how you draw the gang a lot! I enjoy seeing your posts on my dash because you seem to have similar interests and they make me happy to see. It makes me happy that you like my stuff or reply and I’d love to really chat and get to be friends!

@wakinguptheghxst

AAAAA CUTE ALERT. Both your vivi and you are fricking adorable and I want to squish both your cheeks and Vivi’s. I love Vivi and Arthur’s relationship and I love how much of nerds they are and how you write your replies. As a person you’re super sweet and kind and it always makes me happy to hear from you and when you throw headcanons at me I scream because they’re so good and honestly I love the way you describe things too! Vivi is such a good character and you play her so well go you <3

[taurnachardhin]

notes on chapter 7 of lonely two-legged creatures!

In the anime, Minami performs a short program from Lohengrin that was supposed to pay homage to a Lohengrin program Yuuri did when he was younger. I thought it was cute if, like Minami, Yuuri had chosen that music for his senior debut because he had thought it would impress his own idol. Here’s the Prelude!

Hiroko’s translation app messages were obtained by putting her original lines into Google Translate in English, translating them to Japanese, from Japanese to Russian, and then back to English, which I think usefully captures how magical but also sometimes comically imperfect Google Translate is, haha. (If the scene were from Hiroko’s perspective, she would have been able to read, for example, “I want to learn to cook better than usual. I had no time.”)

I imagine being a sex symbol might feel exciting and empowering at first, but would start to feel dehumanizing real quick. And for someone like Victor, who I headcanon for purposes of this fic as having some issues about his sense of self worth vis a vis his body, sex without emotional bonds attached to it could easily become a source of anxiety rather than pleasure. (Just stating for the record that the author of this fic supports casual sex without emotional attachments. It’s fun for many people! Just not everyone, even those who aren’t ace or demi. Make the choices that are best for your own health and happiness, kids.)

Regarding the tree thing, see the notes from Chapter 5. (Ivan is asked to create an orchard overnight, and because he can’t, Vasilisa does it for him while he sleeps.)

What did Mari and Rika sing to each other? Insert cheesy pop song of your choice ❤ (If they were American or British, it would have been “One Thing,” or possibly “As Long as You Love Me” if they were feeling the 90s nostalgia. Mari and her boy bands!)

I’ve learned that Yuuri’s voice actor is in fact a pretty kickass singer–look up “Chase” by Toshiyuki Toyonaga on Spotify, or listen to a clip here!

Yuuri sings “Midnight Radio,” the finale from Hedwig and The Angry Inch. I have 10,000 feelings about it I won’t bore you with, but it’s just very very good! “Tear Me Down” is the opening number–also hecking phenomenal. Kubo has said that she based Victor’s appearance off John Cameron Mitchell, the co-writer and star of Hedwig. (I love this for so many reasons, oh gosh.) (irl heart mouth!) Since she’s apparently such a big Hedwig fan, I love the thought that Victor (and Yuuri) might be as well.

Idk what the odds are of a moderately obscure cult musical soundtrack being available for karaoke in Japan so let’s just say Minako has personally curated the tracks in her system to cater to her own taste and Yuuri’s, since they’re the two who use it the most :P

Victor wasn’t quite in the mood to sing that night in front of everyone, but whenever he does karaoke it is ALWAYS Gaga. (His current go-to is “Diamond Heart” but “Poker Face” is always reliable.)

[cielospeaks]

favorite moments of schuu that arent screaming/crying/being generally miserable (bc there needs to be more appreciation for that apparently)

- this is the big one so ill get it out of the way here but the singing. oh gosh!!!!! the singing. what a beautiful voice he has, and i love how he hums roslein when hes working on anything. and on that note that he finds music in like every aspect of daily life, in ep 4. that was dang adorable. and so sweet and loving. such a wonderful boy

- probably loves antique shopping too. he obvs kept at least the morningstar from his knight suit bc he just had it sitting on the table later. where the heck he keeps it is anyones guess, he doesnt have his own room so maybe he just keeps the knight armor and weapons under the couch or something? i bet hed love going to a medieval armor museum if for no reason but to look at the weapons with an oddly intense look in his eyes

- canonically likes cream puffs. i like to think he likes going to those japanese bread bakeries, like in that illustration helps kanae pick up breads and stuff

- the little smug look he gets when he gets chosen to do chores. hes so petty and competitive about really everyday stuff. he probably doesnt expect anyone to agree with him but when they do hes quiet for a sec before then smirking again and giving a smug little laugh aaaaaaaaaa my heart and asmr kink

- just his general smugness oh gosh. like im thinking of ep 20 when he thinks motes is doing something illegal, or when hes happy bach defeated him in ep 12, just being a petty little gremlin himself. motes falls down the stairs trying to heely on it or something and he just smirks and chuckles like “hehe, serves you right” im trying to get the two of em to calm down but his little smirk is just too cute aaaaAAAaaa

- i already said this but i like to think hes not really a sad drunk, just an emotional one, whatever hes feeling gets escalated like a toooon w alcohol. when he goes drinking with people he cares about and who support him hes really happy and clingy and like “i loooove my friendssss”, if he goes drinking w motes and motes does something silly hes like loudly laughing at whatever it is

- he canonically is good at gardening. sweet wonderful good boy. probably sings to his plants and maybe talks to them too. maybe he just tells them about his day to day life, kinda like a journal. probably also very good at cooking. the best cook out of all of my main faves (motes canonically stinks at cooking aka the booby cakes, and hans i love the headcanon that hes a complete disaster in the kitchen)

- works hard at writing lyrics! i like to think even after rapperbert he still keeps a journal thing to write them down, just for fun now. seeing as he sings all his musik i figure he probably writes it too. thats another thing thats different from history, since in history he was the melody composer rather than lyricist, but he loves being able to write lyrics for things now.

-isnt insecure about at least his chest at all- i mean look at how many times in s2 alone he tears off shirts. blessed. he knows those abs are blessed. i like to think rapperbert helped a lot with his confidence towards that and other things.

- can play melodica? that weird piano mouth thing. i think he played tambourine in the session of genius as well? probably has a good sense of pitch and rhythm too, obvs the latter what with his rapping and stuff, and the former w his singing roslein and forelle and stuff

- i like to think when he falls asleep hes out like a light. dont even bother trying to wake him up ahaha. probably talks a little bit in his sleep, and if its somewhere comfy wiggles around to snuggle into it. just bc thats a pure image and i love it