#it just confuses me how such a widely accepted headcanon was developed

[what-is-life-if-not-a-joke]

Am I the only one who does not understand where the concept of fanon pregame Shuichi?

I'm not hating on it or anything, I just don't understand how we got a "batshit insane Yandere Shuichi headcanon" from the brief maybe one-minute clip in the game.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Imagine GER just finding darling and bringging them to Giorno out of nowhere (as a first meeting, Giorno not knowing darling beforehand)

My stand brought in a stranger and I end up obsessed with them?! That’s a wild thought for Giorno honestly.

Also don’t ask me how this devolved into a weird mix of headcanon/scenario either

I’m seeing somehow, some way, GER anticipated Giorno’s potentially developing feelings for you. He’d be so bewildered his own stand brought him a person, it’s so unexpected that the two of you end being confused not quite sure what to do at first. Since Giorno is the head of the mafia now, he has all sort of potential issues that could arise in it, thus leading you into danger.

There’s really no time in being upset at his stand, there really isn’t a point either. The blond decides to profusely apologize firstly, and he’s not quite sure how you got here. He puts on the gentlest smile he can muster deciding to guide you through this confusing situation. Ironically all of this worrying about you, probably leads to an obsession.

He of course has Mista help him through this, and to no surprise his jaw is wide open when Giorno straight tells him his stand brought you there.

You are eventually taken home, with seeing little of the estate Giorno was staying on. He distracts you as much as possible with casual conversation, he even rides home with you, knowing that’s still a compromising position on both his and your end. He’s certain you’ve accepted what happened and will likely keep it to yourself. The blond could likely leave it be, if he drops it now everything would be fine…

He doesn’t end up dropping it however, it starts off slow, with him keeping an eye out for any increase in crime in your area. Small little excuses that Giorno tells himself needs to be addressed. He ends up figuring out where you work, maybe stages a few people around other local businesses. Unbeknownst to you, you were now under the protection of the mafia.

Any criminal issues, or even abusive behavior is abruptly addressed and taken care of, it’s almost frightening how quick it happens. You’re rather unnerved at how some people look the other way when you walk by. Especially those you might have had a hard time with. There’s a few times you feel like you’re followed, but nothing comes of it. But hey that little garden you had bloomed to life so much, it looked like something out of a fantasy.

You had a feeling who was responsible for all of this, aside from the garden. (You had no clue Giorno was behind helping that flourish). What were you supposed to say? You couldn’t exactly call the police? And you knew people would just tell you to keep your head down. Did you do something wrong?

Ah your heart was starting to palpitate from panicking, one of your coworkers asked if you were alright. You tell them you think you need to go lie down, luckily they were understanding and happy to cover the rest of your shift. Leaving you to walk home shortly after lunch, your eyes casted down on the ground.

Nothing would happen…it would be okay. Yeah, just breathe….

Getting home your hands tremble while putting your key into the keyhole. A click and turn later you rushed inside, until you spot something in your kitchen. It wasn’t there this morning, at least not in the state and type of flowers that were there.

A vase that you usually put cut flowers in, which before you were left for work were in a sad, wilting state, and needed to be composted or thrown out, were replaced by a gorgeous bouquet. There was even a butterfly on one of the petals, slowly opening and closing its wings. You couldn’t really keep your eyes off it either…

It was beautiful, but it sent a sense of dread through you rather than comfort they usually would. Who ended up placing those there? They seemed to know what they had been doing with how they were cut.

Poor butterfly, did it accidentally get trapped in here too? You could at least relate to the feeling of being trapped. Free to roam but enclosed in a strange space at the same time? Was that really freedom?

[jupiters-galaxy]

Hi!!!

I see you have the requests open and also I see you love the little one of Kawata's twins, so I want to know if you can make some headcanons for Souya with a crush and how he will ask them out :)

Yes!!!! Wow it took me ages for this but I had to wait for the Souya brainrot to hit JUST RIGHT and tonight is that night!!!!

This is almost entirely self indulgence uhm ANYWAYS!

-When Souya has a crush, he's totally floored by it. He's a little confused, he honestly just...doesn't know how to process it. Hell, he's not even sure it's a crush!! He doesn't fully realize it until Nahoya asks him why he's been so off lately, and the whole thing comes pouring out.

-He's definitely the type to make unexpected connections; he probably met you at his restaurant, or in a coffee shop out of nowhere. And at the first meeting he's like, huh. This is an odd feeling. But a couple more chance encounters lead to him constantly hoping he'll see you anywhere he goes; the store, at work, while he's on one of his evening walks. He tries to convince himself that it's just because he likes company; and that ain't it!

-Denial is the first stage; he can't have a crush, he's never been in love before! He thought he just wasn't meant for love, the way some people are when they don't really know who they are or what they want. But like it or not...you're in his thoughts, and there's no cure for that!

-Freaking out comes next. What the hell is he meant to do!!!!! Nahoya is his saving grace; Souya can always count on him to practically read his mind and offer exactly what he needs to hear. Nahoya urges him to spend more time with you, feeling out your interests (and, argurably most importantly, figuring out if you are single!)

-And Souya always did best with plans. After a week or two to chill out, he develops a plan (with Nahoya's help, obvi!)

-He asked you out for coffee, which is a bit inherently romantic (and you surely know this when accepting! I mean, cmon). He figures a neutral, public setting is best, and Nahoya promised a coffee shop was the best because of the widely accepted romantic subtext of coffeeshop meetings.

-When out for coffee, let's be honest, he's still a bit of a mess! He mostly just wants to get it over with- part of him thinks you'll probably (definitely) reject him. So after making small talk for a little bit, albeit awkwardly, he lays all his cards out. Full disclosure, now or never, right?!

-I imagine he'd say something like this (yes I will be writing the dialogue SHHHHHHH cringe culture is dead ok)

"Look, why I asked you here...ahh, this is hard for me to say. Sorry if this whole thing has been weird, I just...I've noticed that I think about you a lot, and like, that's weird. Er, maybe it's normal for you, or for other people, but not for me, I...I don't really think about...people. Not like this. I think I really like...you. I haven't known you that long. We met in, what, August? It's hard to remember. I just know that you're so smart, and sweet, and open to all the bullshit around me, and I really, really like that. I'm sure it seems crazy for me to be saying that you're special when I barely know you. But that's the whole thing, I...I want to get to know you more. I want to be there with you for...whatever you want. God, whatever you want, I can do. ....and I'm sorry my confession sucks."

-Ofc bright red and expressive the whole time. Mans gets expressive when embarassed.

-Those are his feelings! Only question is...will you accept? :)

Again I am so sorry it took - FIVE MONTHS TO ANSWER OH MY GOD I sincerely didn't think it was that late I am *even more sorry* now. I appreciate the ask!!!! Any excuse to talk about Souya is a good one and I am trying to be more dilligent about answering asks so,,, yeah!!! Send more if you want, I hope this hit your request well enough!

[deidearly]

Kakashi Relationship Headcanons

Guess who’s back with another relationship headcanon today? And as usual, I had a good time writing this one even got slightly carried away, hehe. Enjoy! XX. 

Well— Hatake Kakashi, huh? Dating him would be such a roller coaster ride, tbh. It’s like, one moment he’s so clingy, fragile, so afraid of losing you— but one moment he’s like, “Just do what you need to do. I don’t really care.” This is due to the fact that he’s got a lot of things in his mind and occasionally struggled to sort out his priorities. 

Anyway, of course you’ve complained about his ‘reading-smut-in-public’ issue, especially when you’re together. You two would come up with an agreement somehow. But to piss you off, he’d pretend like you’re the one who’s obsessed with reading smuts.

You’re browsing for some important books and he playfully yelled, “Y/N! Come here, it’s your favorite book— Icha Icha Tactics! My, I know you’ve had four books, but another one won’t hurt, right? Since you love it that much!” making everyone in the bookstore giggled.

He received “Y/N Signature Punch” that day.

To your surprise, he’s not very secretive about his relationship with you. In fact, you’ve caught him frequently use you as an excuse for him to escape some unwanted occasions.

Let’s say Gai was asking Kakashi to fight him like usual— and he wasn’t having it that day. “Gai, with all respect— I would gladly accept your challenge. But can’t you feel the springtime of romance youth is blooming? I must see Y/N immediately.”

Gai’s tearing up.

Don’t worry, he actually went to your place.

“Yo. Can we hang out? I just told Gai that I would come to your place. Please say ‘yes’ to make me less of a jerk, will you?”

Would totally show up in front of your place at an ungodly hour.

At first it surprised you but now you’re used to it.

You just finished your mission, it went pretty well but you felt there were some wasted chances due to your captain’s miscalculation. It’s nearly 2 AM but you caught yourself wide awake, reviewing back your battle– only to got distracted by a knock on your bedroom’s window. Instead of turning your head in surprise, you already knew who it was. To have a little fun for yourself, you ignored the sound, which was later followed by a second knock. Walking over to the window, you saw a silver-haired man with a mask. Although half of his face was covered, it’s obvious that a smile was apparent. “Yo.” he greeted, but you replied with a sigh. “You could actually knock on the door and I’d let you in through the door. It’s something normal people would do, Kakashi.” you grumbled, opening the window for him to get in. “Ah, spare me the lecture!”

So, reverse psychology works best for Kakashi. Like the Icha Icha Tactics– the more you ignore his behavior, he would actually try not to read his book in public like you told him to. But the more you complain, he’d read it in places where he shouldn’t be reading it at all. This method works in almost every cases.

You’ve been dating for weeks, but you haven’t seen his face.

Yes, when kissing, too.

You’ve had enough of kissing fabric. 

You had planned to make a dinner together at his place. He was preparing the dishes and you’re about to finish your cooking, when he suddenly asked, “Hey, Y/N. Have you ever wondered what would I look like under this mask?” You were dying to know actually. So, now you’re stuck with two options: (a) be honest about it, (b) pull out another reverse psychological answer— and you chose the latter. “Huh? Not really,” you shrugged, “I don’t really care so it’s not like I’m eager to see it.” and of course, this was a lie. Kakashi went silent for a while. “Anyway, dinner’s re—“ you swore you could’ve dropped the whole pan when you saw an unfamiliar presence. “Kakashi?” you asked hesitantly. The man looked up with a questioning look, “Why are you blushing?” he replied casually.

“ANYONE WITH A DECENT EYESIGHT WOULD BLUSH TOO, YOU STUPID.”

He’s honestly so heavenly to look at.

Sometimes it’s just too overwhelming to see his whole face, you thought.

It’s safe to say that it’s a privilege to be able to see his face. But due to his immense charm, you’d prefer to have him with a mask on.

“Y/N, I feel naked without my mask—“ , “And I honestly feel like I’m being forced to see an illicit nudity, too. Put your mask on, it’s fine honestly.”

He’s been very good at his job for almost his whole life, a fine shinobi. So, he’s rarely exposed to mundane things, moreover a relationship. Thus, making him quite restrained in expressing himself. Plus, he was labelled with some negative titles, saying how cold-blooded he was and he just decided to live with it. This, obviously, requires a lot of patience.

But he’s determined to change, the first step he took was letting you in— into his life.

It started rocky, though.

He’d say something like how he didn’t care much about you and sadly, he really didn’t.

But as the time went by he realized how your presence has been the one that helped him through it. How you’ve always been there to comfort him, by listening to him, giving him a lot of supports, or simply by reminding him that he’s not completely alone.

And when that moment came, he’s sworn to protect you with all his might.

He had a lot of nightmares, he still does, unfortunately. But when you’re around, your presence eases him up a little.

When you’re not around, however, he’d rather spend all night unhealthily tiring himself until he fall asleep.

His personal favorite would be curling up next to you with his hand around your waist while hiding his face near the crook of your neck as he’s giving you some soft neck kisses.

Again, NECK KISSES.

He had a hard time trying to open up himself fully to you and this applies to romantic gestures, I believe. He surely would take his time to explore you, what you like, and what he likes.

Would shower you with kisses, all over your face without missing a spot. He greatly admires every inches of yourself. 

Body worship, oof.

Lowkey (semi highkey) protective.

Lowkey (semi highkey) a show-off.

Would straight up jump to save you if it’s necessary.

And since he’s a show-off, he lowkey loves PDA— but the soft ones, of course. You two would always get spotted together. He would casually sling his arm around your shoulder or lazily has his hand wrapped around your waist.

Favorite time to spend with you is training together. No matter how many times you’ve told him to “fight with an intent to win” he simply refuses— saying how, he’s “far too powerful” for you.

But deep down he just doesn’t want to hurt you…

Chatting in the middle of a training

“Tsunade-sama hasn’t assigned me any missions lately *throws kunai*” , “Maybe if you threw your kunai accurately, she will. *dodge kunai*” , “Kakashi, shut your pretty mouth up. *throws MORE kunai aggressively*”

When you turned him down while he was showing off his new tricks, though, it weirdly turned him on.

He loves someone powerful, with a right amount of cocky.

Doesn’t talk big. He’s a man of action— his action speaks louder than words!

Doesn’t spoil you that much, though. Because it’s actually him who needs to be spoiled.

Really loves it when you trace your fingers all over his skin— it’s intimately soft, he claimed.

LOVES YOUR SCENT. Has it memorized probably.

He’d prefer someone independent. Someone who could actually take care of themselves instead of relying on him completely. 

Anyone too childish would remind him of Team 7, tbh.

Speaking of Team 7, they would probably be the one to get introduced to you.

Naruto was so shocked to find out that his sensei was capable to develop a romantic feeling towards someone. But he had his doubt— do you really know Kakashi? He started to bombard you with questions to test your knowledge.

“So, do you know what’s Kakashi Sensei’s favorite—“ , “I’ve seen his face. Multiple times.” , “YOU WHAT?”

Complained and sulked about it, “Kakashi Sensei, we’ve trained together for years. How could you?!”

Sakura was confused.

“How? I know he’s probably very handsome under that mask but come on, Y/N, reading smut in public? That’s an absolute no.”

On the contrary, Sasuke was thrilled, internally.

“Yeah. Finally. Old man has someone to annoy besides us. About time.”

He has a pretty bad behavior, too. Unlike Gaara, who’d put an emotionless facade when he’s only in the Kazekage mode, Kakashi would treat you just how he feels like doing it that day. 

Let’s be real, he has so many bottled up feelings inside his heart so it’s not a surprise that someday, somehow, a random painful emotion just hit him— hard, and he shut himself out.

The hospital is the place you immediately visit right after Kakashi’s arrival after a mission because you know he’d be there— reading his book with a few bruises here and there. But this time was a bit different. When he’s hospitalized, he would whine about you not being able to stay more than an hour— but right now you’re puzzled, since he’s been completely silent and avoiding you, answering your questions with a mere shrugs.

Tsunade told you that the mission went pretty well, thanks to Kakashi for eliminating all the enemies on the field, singlehandedly. You automatically knew that it must brought up his past traumas. “Kakashi, it’s not your fault.” you decided to speak, earning a glance from Kakashi, but that’s it. “It’s a mission and you protected all of your comrades!”

“I killed them, Y/N. I didn’t have to, but I did.” he said, with his eyes still glued elsewhere. “Every time I look at my hands, I feel dirty. It reminded me of that—“, “Kakashi, look at me.”

You moved closer to his bed, reaching out your hand and traced your fingers softly on his face. His cheeks were cold, and you could clearly see how he was slightly trembling with teary eyes. “Kakashi, if you didn’t do it— it could’ve been your own comrades. Now they’re safe and sound, thanks to you.”, you paused as he slowly began to move his sight to you. “And if I could meet you way sooner, I would remind you every day that it’s never your fault— it’s never been. You’re a good person, Kakashi. I, and all of us, are forever thankful for the things you’ve done.” you whispered, now wiping a few tears that fell down to his cheeks. A weak smile started to bloom, “I’m forever thankful for you as well, Y/N.”

[solarsavoy]

Sunday Ship, Gakushuu x Akari

This ship is so rare, I don't even know what their official name is, and GakuAka doesn't sound cute to me, so Gakushuu x Akari it is. I was requested to analyze this rare pair by @tuulikannel, and I have to say, it's quite the challenge. Still, I'll do my best because I like it.

To start, I feel like Akari is mostly into boys and that Gakushuu prefers boys but could be with a girl given certain circumstances. With that said, I could definitely see Gakushuu being with her later in life and it working out for the long term. Both of these characters prefer a casual distance in their relationship and if Akari pursues acting (which I assume she does) these two would make for the "ideal couple".

Here you have Akari, beautiful, intelligent, graceful, out being the awesome actress that she is, and Gakushuu, brilliant, focused, hard working, and not afraid to go above and beyond.

Depending on how Gakushuu develops, I can totally see him using Akari's status to heighten his own while also treating her like a queen because it 1. looks good for both of them and 2. would mean the world to her since I imagine he goes over the top with things. He'd pay for an extravagant wedding, luxurious vacations, only the finest of jewelry, and I think Akari would love every second of it.

Here's the kicker though, I don't see a lot of passion in their relationship. They would care for each other a great deal, but I don't think either of them would ever know each other on a deep level. Both of them are the type that needs someone else to punch through their cold exterior to get to know them. I think they would both be okay holding each other at arm's length though, a comfortable distance if you will, and respect each other's space.

I don't think they'd have children either. In my mind, Gakushuu wouldn't want them for his own reasons and I feel Akari would just go along with it. Gakushuu's is because he wouldn't want to be his dad and the best way to skip that is to simply not be a dad. For Akari, I think it's because she's used to her family being small and the pain of losing her sister was so great that she would be okay if Gakushuu just said "no kids" and then she'd just accept that because it's not something she'd fight hard for.

I also think this relationship is dangerous, in a way, because I don't think they'd ever separate but they also don't do anything to make each other better as people. They are there for companionship, and because of the distance they are both happy to keep, it would never get deep enough to really develop that passion, that desire that every relationship deserves to have. And in a way, that's sort of sad.

Because I can see Gakushuu being asexual, I don't think it'd be too much of a problem for him to be away from her a lot, but Akari may just keep it in and never say anything because at the same time, she has the "perfect relationship", why ruin it?

To wrap this up, I wanted to end with something a little more positive. While they have their pros and cons of being together, a pro I'd really love to see played out are their conversations. I think they'd be wildly entertaining.

An example: Gakushuu: Yeah, I snuck out once. Akari: I broke your dad's trophy case/laptop on my first day at Kunugigaoka like a bad ass. Gakushuu, wide eyed: That was you???

Another example: Akari: I almost got my ultimate revenge on my worst enemy, but then I realized I liked him as a teacher, so… Gakushuu: I DID get revenge on my worst enemy. Akari, confused: Who was that? Gakushuu smirks. Akari puts it together: You're the one that put your dad in jail??? (Reference, bismuth's fanfic.)

So in the end, I feel like they'd make for a great platonic relationship, but I'm not convinced they'd stay that way because of their potential as the "perfect couple", and if they go into romance, I don't think they'll ever come out of it. That's just my opinion though and I'm always open to other headcanons of these two because honestly, there's almost nothing on this pair since it's so rare. So let me know if you feel differently about them.

And thanks for reading! Let me know if you'd like me to analyze another ship and I'll do it! Have a wonderful day, peoples.

[writewolf90]

Rivalshipping Day #3

Just wanna say, this is basically an explanation of my DSOD headcanon for why Seto goes after Atem so hard to defeat him. It also explains my headcanon for why/how I typically only ship Yugi and Seto in a post-canon way. But I’ll get into that even more with tomorrow’s prompts. Let’s get ready to angst! 

Rivalshipping Week 2021: Denial/Acceptance

We rarely get into a screaming match. Hell, I’m not prone to them myself with anyone, much less my own significant other. Yet, as I sit on the couch in a huff, I somewhat enjoy the feeling of the anger mixing with adrenaline in my veins. It makes me feel vindicated. It makes me feel strong. It’s strong enough to bury the hurt that elevated my voice’s volume to new heights in the confrontation with Seto.

At the end of the day, I get it. I really do. I know exactly where he’s coming from. It’s hard to be trapped in one of the stages of grief. I thought he understood that too, but sometimes the process can create a brain fog that blinds you to all of the facts that you already know. It’s not Seto’s fault he’s blind and it’s not my fault that sometimes I am too when I cry in the middle of the night.

Loss turns the line between denial and acceptance into a game of hopscotch. You hop from one side to the other based on where the pebble falls and it’s one fucked up pebble. It changes shape. Sometimes it’s as simple as a single sound or a picture on your phone and other times it’s a dream that won’t let you go from the second your close your eyes.

Like I said, I get it. I am in the same game he is, but I just didn’t know how different our game strategies were.

I found myself wandering the halls of KaibaCorp, taking my time going home to the shop if only to brainstorm in the quiet hallways for my new game. Not that I didn’t want to go home to Kibou and Jichan, but I don’t always go into the office for my game development and I feel I’d be forgiven for wanting just an hour to myself as a parent. Jichan and Kibou’s bond is one that I envy somewhat. He’s not just a caregiver, he’s a friend to my son. Me? I have to be that and so much more and Seto is usually the one to hear me grumble in frustration at the typical stresses of parenthood.

So I wandered on my feet and let my mind do the same to the point that I ended up in a part of the tower that I had never seen. I felt like I had been there before and wondered if these were renovated hallways from the destruction of the Death-T games. Something about them called to me and I wandered deeper into the depths of the building. The hallways felt sterile and metallic, almost like a technologically advanced haunted house. 

When I came upon the room with the wide, open floor, I was confused. So much space, why not do anything more with it? Was this going to be a surprise testing site for my new game? Or was it for Mokuba? I had no idea. I stepped into the middle of the room and heard some beeping noises. It’s not uncommon to hear in a building where we design technologically involved games. But when the lights around me started to turn on and change color, something in my stomach sank

The room grew dark despite the lights. I spun around multiple times to try and make sense of what I was seeing. The room was suddenly transformed into a…cathedral? I tilted my head and looked up at the overly high ceiling. It felt like being in a deep cave with walls that shone with glimmering marble. I smiled. Of course he could design something so beautiful and lifelike. Stained glass windows were along where I assumed the walls of the room were yet pews were either absent or farther away than I cared to notice. It was grand in scale and in realism.

I smiled as I took it all in, but it was to be short lived. The smile was gone in less than a second when I heard footsteps approach me. They echoed as if the high ceilings and wide expanse were real. I turned toward the sound to see someone all too familiar approach me. My heart lurched in my chest painfully. Tears stung my eyes. I shook my head violently. It was all a dream. It was all a virtual vision. That’s Seto’s version of a dream, anyway.

The virtual figure stopped just short of where I stood, its arms muscular and its eyes piercing as it looked at me. The tears poured out of mine as I met the crimson eyed gaze. 

“Mou Hitori No Boku?”

And now here I am, breathless from the memory of what I found this evening and from the exertion of screaming at my boyfriend. I had stood in that room staring at the likeness of my lost love for who knows how long. It never spoke, but it moved and showed expressions that could have conveyed emotion if it had been real. I sprinted out of there so quickly I didn’t even care if I ran into the very real wall behind the virtual rendering, but I just couldn’t look at it anymore. I couldn’t look at him anymore.

I was in Seto’s office almost immediately. My face was stained with tears and I couldn’t tell if they were hurt or anger, so I decided to share both with him. Even mere minutes later, I can only piece together parts of the ensuing argument. 

“What the fuck is that?” I remember asking.

He played dumb at first, but I got it out of him. He was pretending to duel my other self.

“Why? Why is that something you want?” I remember asking.

“You”

I remember that clear as day. That was his one-word response. I had stared at him, allowing him to recognize that I was calling his bluff. There was more to it and I knew it. He took the hint and continued.

“You told me if you get a choice in the next life, you choose him.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. My eyelashes were heavy with tears.

Seto’s gaze was hard and almost a deep glare as he looked me dead in the eyes as he voiced what he said next. “I’m better for you. I give you what you need. He left you, I won’t. You need to accept that he was no good for you and move on.”

My breathing became erratic and my thoughts were racing at a mile a minute.

“So what?” I asked. “You think if you kick his imaginary ass at some card game you…win the right to keep me?”

“Yugi-“

“I’m not a prize to be won!” I screamed. 

He screamed back at me, telling me how my other self wasn’t worth his spit as a lover and father. I wanted to slap him at the latter comment. I had screamed back at him that Atem couldn’t be blamed for that. His shortcoming was his death, yes, but it was inevitable.

“That’s why you have to let it go,” Seto yelled.

“Maybe you need to come out of your denial that maybe, just maybe he was the best thing to ever happen to me!” I yelled back. 

“Then what the fuck am I?” he retorted. “Just someone you fuck to get free help with your bastard child? You’re just a gold digger?” 

“Fuck you!” 

“Tell me you love me!”

“I love you.” I tell the truth.

“Say it!” he screamed with all his might. “Say you love me more than you loved him.”

“No!” I can’t lie. 

“You say I’m in denial? You say you’ve moved on but you haven’t, Yugi!”

“I have his kid! How the fuck do you want me to feel?”

“Like I could be better for you and his kid than he ever could be! How do you know he would have stayed with you had he won?”

“Go to hell! You can’t just say you accept my decision one second and then try to beat a ghost for the right to me behind my back!” I scream back. 

There was more, but the meat of the issue reverberates in my head. I feel a headache coming on. I lean back over the side of the couch in the corner of his office. He’s hunched over his desk, breathing deeply with his back to me. I turn my head slowly to look at him. 

“You…you help me make sense of it,” I say just above a whisper. My voice is feeling rough and hoarse from the screaming.

He eventually turns and looks at me after a few moments of silence. “Make sense of what?”

“The hurt. The confusion. You make the loneliness go away. I love you because of all that. You do it with little to no effort.”

He hangs his head and says nothing.

“Can’t you accept that you provide me with exactly what I need at this point in my life? That’s important, too, isn’t it?” I say softly. 

“It’s just not enough for eternity, though. Is it?” he asks solemnly.

I bite my lip. “Can you accept that I can love more than one person at a time?”

His glare returns. “Can’t you accept that I can’t do that? I earn everything I have and it’s mine. Solely mine.”

I sit up, anger stirring again even in the now calm atmosphere in the room. “Is that what I am? An accomplishment? Is that why you want to fight him? To feel you earned me?” 

“He did it.”

“By being himself. Not by fighting someone he can’t ever get back.”

“But I can’t-“

“You have me now!” I snap. “I love you. I do. There’s different kinds of love. I love you for you, not because you could defeat him or anyone else. He had me then and maybe someday he’ll have me again but you need to stop chasing ghosts and living in this state of denying yourself the present moment.” 

He stares me down and I can hear the anger in him rising with his haggard breaths. I hold my stance on the couch, not backing down by maintaining eye contact.

“You’re…” his tone is rough but his body suddenly relaxes and his face softens. “You’re just too important to me to lose.”

I feel like crying again as I stand and approach him. I cup his face in my hands. “You’re important to me, too.”

He shakes his head. “But you don’t love me like I love you.”

I kiss him on the lips, my tears mingling in and making the kiss soft and delicate, so I don’t make a mess of them. “Does different really mean invalid? Or are you going to keep living in denial that I don’t just need you; I want you?”

He kisses me roughly, and I press my lips into his right back, not caring anymore about the sorry state of my wet face and lips.

“I wanted to fight him to make you forget him.” 

“You,” I pause, unsure of how to voice my thoughts. I wanted to stay away from the anger now. It was exhausting. “You can’t make me forget him, but… You make me remember what it’s like to love and feel joy again.” 

He looks into my eyes and I swear I see tears threaten to pour out of his blue ones.

“Whether you believe I’m stuck in denial or simply accepting the wrong things in life,” he says, his voice turning serious again. “You need to let me do this. I need to love you the way I need to. Now please, don’t go wandering around like that again or I’ll have your clearance wiped from all areas except your office.”

With that, he turns on his heels and is out the door of his office with the slam of the door. I sigh. I know in my heart that the virtual renderings in the basement aren’t going anywhere. I know nothing will change that. I know I’m still coming to his house tonight to watch a movie with the kids and then make love after they’re asleep. Nothing has changed here.

Yet everything has, and I wonder just how much I’ll need to accept before I can’t stand it anymore. But I’m willing to live in denial with him that any of it could hurt us. Because that’s what you do when you need someone. You give what you can and take what you can from all of it because you’d drown without it.

[damedamedame]

okay, i’m back, sorry i can’t get enough- can i request headcannons of teru, tsukasa and akane walking in to their s/o in the corner of the room sniffling, and instantly thought someone or something hurt them, and was bout to throw sum hands? But in reality they were just crying over a really sad fanfic. you don’t have to accept if you a lot of request alr doe, but thanks if you did 💞 :3

VARIOUS X READER HEADCANONS - REQUEST

“For Real?”

NOTES: ayyy you’re back :00 !! thanks for requesting againnn by the way my inbox is like a fuckin desert so no worries :333

P.S. - i don’t accept tsukasa usually but like,, special exception :3???

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-> TERU MINAMOTO

As the President’s girlfriend, you are allowed full access to the Student Council Room much to Akane’s dismay.

You know what?? Akane’s gonna get kicked out again if says anything :DD

But he doesn’t really mind you.

In fact: you mind him.

*stressed (Y/N) noises as he continues to gush about Aoi*

Anyone who says ‘Hey, you can’t go in there!’ because you’re not a part of the student council shall be ignored :’)))

Teru’s got his eyes on everyone lmaoo

did i just make him sound like a yandere?? n-nah

ANYWAYSSSS 👏👏👏

You use the Student Council Room for *ehem* r e a s o n s. No, you definitely don’t use the room to read fanfictions and visual novels. Nope. Not at all.

But you actually do >:333

You’re inside that very room right now, tapping away at your phone to keep reading the next passages of the oNE OF THE SADDEST VISUAL NOVELS YOU’VE EVER SEEN—

saeyoung choi, anyone?

Then comes in Teru.

PLEASE CUE TERU BLINKING SEVERAL TIMES AND FROZEN IN PLACE AFTER SEEING THE TEARS JUST RUNNING DOWN YOUR CHEEKS

Nonono, Teru never wanted to see you cry about anything ever !! :((

He’ll do everything in his power, a whole dang lot of power in his hands, to keep seeing that smile of yours.

Frantic, he rushes over to you and kind of just,, pats your head as you sniffle and sob as you watch the screen.

He’s only ever had to deal with Tiara’s tantrums and guilt over having to scold Kou, okay??? What?? Is he gonna cradle you until you fall asleep?? Is he gonna ban you from seeing Hanako even if you can’t see him??? WHAT DOES HE D O—

Observational skills on point as always, he sees a someone on your screen, and heart wrenching words if he only knew the context behind it.

“...Why are you crying, (Y/N)?”

“HE ALMOST DIED TERU I COULD HAVE GOTTEN THE BAD ENDING AND I—“

Teru just. small smile and eyes shut, if you get my drift.

He’s lowkey confused for about a few seconds until he connects the dots with his,

b i g b r a i n ✨

You were only reading a visual novel. You just told him that you almost had a bad ending. That guy on your screen said those words. You were crying because of a fictional character??

Huh. Maybe he should pick up one of these novels and read them with you,,, if he had the time to squeeze it in his schedule— oh who am i kidding, he’ll squeeze in time to be with you no matter what.

“Should I contact the developer...?”

“tERU NO—“

-> TSUKASA

Damn rat might kill anyone who makes you cry smh smh.

I mean... business, am I right???

OKAY I’LL STOP—

You’re one of the ✨ School Mysteries ✨

How did you die? Well, let’s just say there was a truck, a phone and an unfortunate incident that’s been talked about through hushed whispers and murmurs.

Speaking of phone, dang thing’s still stuck on your hand for like,,, ages. Not that you care very much. At least the afterlife gave you some entertainment :’)))

You’re with Tsukasa for whatever reason— Once he showed up inside of your Boundary, he just clinged to you ever since. He’s cute, you admit, if you look past the terror he’s done to spirits.

Tsukasa has never granted your wish. You didn’t have one, really, but you still didn’t understand why the pesky ghost didn’t ask terrorized for one. Despite that being his job. And why he’s here. But like— whatever lol.

What he DOES do is ask you to never leave his side. What you didn’t know was that Tsukasa never granted or asked for your wish because he didn’t want you to leave him once it’s done ala horrific.

i—i forgot my point here bUT ANYWAY MOVING ON DJDBDB WHEW LONG INTRO

You’re in your Boundary, the endless hallway, and chlllin while scrolling through your phone for fanfiction to read while you’re dead. The usual. Yep, this is pretty much why you died but lmao you’re just,,, doing it again.

gentle reminder for anyone reading to not use your phone while walking across streets >:000 i care about your safety guys !!

Now where was I? oH yes.

You find a particular fic about your favorite pairing from when you were alive. It still is. Fluff, they said, it’s only fluff... It was not fluff. IT WAS A REALLY FLUFFY ONE UNTIL IT WAS NOT :(((

Tsukasa, who left for personal business, returned to see you bawling and rolling down on the ground and clutching your phone tightly.

“(Y/N)??? Is that a new exercise you’re doing???”

“nO >:((((“

He sits down cross-legged next to you, curious eyes landing on your body still rolling around because of that OnE LiNe. Most likely pokes you until you stop and pay attention to him.

You pout, ‘So cute <33’ He ponders upon before smiling far too widely at you like dude why you gotta smile like that it’s creeping me out.

Hesitantly, you showed him the screen, hoping he’d understand how much distress you have at this moment.

He did not.

“AHA! (Y/N)’S CRYING BECAUSE OF A SAD STORY!” He says with the widest fuc ki n grin.

You take back the phone, blushing immensely out of embarrassment for showing him the pic and him l a u g h i n g at you.

Eventually, Tsukasa stops. He softly tells commands you to look at him. Very very carefully, you take a quick look.

Then he pinches both your cheeks as hard as he can, slight blush on his face.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! I’ll make sure no one else makes you cry like this.”

-> AKANE AOI

Oh boy.

Looking at the clock on the wall, then over to the piles of notes laying about on the table, you wonder where the fuck your boyfriend could be.

It was quiet, too quiet for your own liking. Everyone else had gone back to their homes or went out with friends.

And you??? You’re here.

Waiting for Akane since the beginning of time.

omg time pun

Inside the library.

IT’S REVISION DAY DAMN IT— PLUS YOU HAD A TEST TOMORROW AND AKANE JUST SAID HE’D TUTOR YOU ABOUT IT HDBDHE

You look down on the notes you made, words barely of any interest for you, and put it down on the table. “A little quick peek.” You say as your hand shuffles for your phone in your bag.

When you DID find it, you frowned. No new texts from Akane. Awfully strange, since he’d text you 23/7 prayer circle punishment break

Then you see a notification pop up... then you find out your oh-so-loved fic has finally updated after a week of waiting. Patience running thin, you decide to read the ol’ thing.

Bad idea.

You couldn’t stop reading after a long long while. The words simple captivated your mind as of a puppeteer controlling one’s puppet. Besides, Akane was bending the rules, so why can’t you???

Speaking of time boy,

AKANE WAS HURRYINGLY DASHING TOWARDS THE LIBRARY IN S P E E D.

Teru had pushed off all his paperwork on him because he felt an eerie feeling about an apparition hanging nearby.

“The least you could do, Aoi.” He says, flashing a bright smile and leaving Akane alone in the room. HE HATES THAT GUY >:(((

Everyone around him gave him weird looks, but were already used to his old Aoi shenanigans. So they all turned a blind eye.

SUDDENLY THE DOOR SLAMS OPEN :0 !!!!

AND HE ENTERS, PANTING, AND SEES YOU.

Initially, he’s glad to see you waiting for up for him. BUT THENNN HE SEES YOU SOBBING.

“(Y/N), did I really take that long???”

“N-No, I-I’m not—“

Your eyes are obviously puffing up from the amount of tears you shed after reading a 5000-word update.

Somehow, you couldn’t bring yourself to show the phone to him.

Akane’s real concerned, to the point where he’d gladly use his time-freezing skills just to check if no one was bullying you through your phone.

And after many MANY attempts to get your phone, he did it.

He stopped time. Just to see what’s on there.

Of course, he had to know what exactly made his love so sad and read the whole thing in like,, under a minute— boy’s got mad reading skills i tell you.

Finally! Time! Comes! Back! AND YOU STARE IN HORROR AS YOU SEE AKANE HOLDING AND READING WHAT’S ON YOUR PHONE

Your exact thoughts rn: s c r e e e e eEREE

Akane looks at you, a chuckle hiding behind his lips. The thoughts of you crying lingering in his mind now replaced themselves with how cute your flustered face is right now.

“Did you really cry because of this, (Y/N)?”

“Q-QUIT IT!”

Somehow, your boyfriend is such a damn tease when it came to you— tHERE ARE APPROPRIATE TIMES FOR THIS NOT NOW >:00

But still... he’s good too.

Akane wipes the tear about to escape from your eye, enjoying how your face blushed tenfold with a sly smile.

“I won’t let anyone else ever make you cry.”

-

NOTES: did you enjoy?? uh anyways— masterlist on the way :))

@astrxrism

[onyourzeus]

• in the mood for love | pjh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: in the mood for love pairing: park jaehyung (jae of day6) & you genre: FLUFF words: 2.6k

author’s note: requested by this anon asking for a valentine’s day headcanon for our #1 twitch streamer, jae. i’ve never done headcanons before, so i kind of spun this in both ways: how i think he’d spend a special day with his s/o, and turn it into a fic(ish?) ngl these are fun to do

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

jae wouldn’t be the biggest fan of valentine’s day

as in, having one specific day assigned throughout the whole year

for you to hail gifts and love notes and roses and chocolates to the one person you love 

yeah, he’d definitely be the “complaining” type, that is to say

before he met you 

your relationship stands in the middle of being frenemies and actually romantically involved

there is never a day that jae corrects you on some weird unheard of factoid 

(in which case he gets it wrong 95% of the time) 

nor can you get away from his ridiculous antics that just tip you over the edge slightly 

like, putting your favorite snack on the highest shelf he knows you can’t reach 

or bombarding you with memes through texts while he’s in the bathroom

forcing you to play phasmaphobia, promising he won’t lock you in the room with the ghost 

and proceeds to do exactly that plus runs away without you

where’s the team effort in that? 

anyway, that’s basically the gist of your life having him as your boyfriend

so for valentine’s day, you know it would either just be 

a chill day at his apartment, maybe play games that would resort to turning into a fiery competition

or watch the latest release of your favorite animes while he talks over every two minutes about a theory he developed prior 

OR… hmm, well, you’re not really sure

this would be the first valentine’s you’d spend with him; and you’re very much aware for his

lack of fondness for the holiday

the days leading up to it, the only thing you’d hear from him is complaints upon complaints of this capitalistic expenditure that should be abolished

you know he jests, but you feel a little saddened

you spent so much time making a scrapbook for the memories you both shared in the few months you’ve been together

it’s not a lot, you rarely do intricate craftwork like this, but you were feeling sentimental 

there’s polaroids of him streaming on twitch with you sneakily taking the picture from the side

a polaroid of the two of you at your apartment eating take out while drinking a little alc

even a picture of yourself which he took when you were knocked out on the couch, waiting for him to finish band practice

for an added touch, you wrote down cute (or snarky, it depends on how he views it) comments on each polaroid, just to make it more personalized

the nervousness hits you, what if he thinks this is all too much? too clingy? he didn’t ask for this, that’s for sure

but it was made with the labor of love, and it just so happens that the 14th was the day you started dating him… yeah, maybe you can make that as an excuse instead 

usually, the both for you don’t really celebrate ~*~monthsaries~*~ and that’s okay

he’s busy with work and you have other duties to attend to as well— but one special gift shouldn’t be the cause of a problem, right? 

on the day of ~*~love~*~, jae had some meetings at the company bldg. and so you ask if there’s a time during the night you guys can hang out

he doesn’t respond until a few hours later, and the whole time your heart sank deeper and deeper into the pit of your stomach

you just have to accept him for who he is, you sigh, or maybe he’s just caught up with band stuff, which is usually the case— and you’re never not 100% supportive

he texts you that you can come over at his apartment, and for a little your excitement bounces back 

“sorry for the late reply, the boys were here for a lil” he adds, and you’re confused— did that mean they’re still hanging out at his place? oh

you try not to think of it too much, having expectations beyond reality is what breaks a lot of relationships

and you have to remind yourself: jae isn’t like that, and you like jae for jae

you still bring the scrapbook with you, and ought to leave it under his bed or something so he finds a surprise later on (considering the possibility that you’re accompanied by 4 of his best friends during your 6 month anniversary and valentine’s day)

you arrive at his doorstep, anxiety soaring out of your chest for some reason. with the spare key he had entrusted you with, you open the door

it’s dark

way too dark

is this a prank? is he trying to conflate halloween with valentine’s day 

“jae i swear to god if—” 

and the lights turn on, but it’s not his house lights. they’re fairy lights. all strewn across the hall (where did he get that?)

little heart cut outs of different shades of red and pink seem to be taped all over the walls 

you hear soft piano music humming from his speakers in the living room 

but there is no jae in sight

“jae, what…” you’re at a loss for words

he pops out of his bedroom, trying hard not to grin so widely at you

“you called?” he says in the most annoying, teasing voice in which you can’t help but laugh-cry at 

“wait wait wait this wasn’t the reaction i was going for” he says in panic, walking towards you and the sight of him just makes you cry a little harder

he’s wearing a tux inside his own house, and he’s holding a rose that’s bound to be crushed the moment he comes over to hug you

“wait, no the rose,” you say in between sniffles, taking it from his grasp and settling it on the coffee table

jae pauses, looks at you in a daze

you’re pouting, and you want to admire his outfit but also punch his silly face but he’s smiling at you and you’re embarrassed

“are you sad?” he asks a matter of factly, arms still spread open waiting for your approval for him to embrace you

“if you don’t hug me in the next three second i will be—” 

“i would be the worst person to ever exist in the world to do that to you,” he says in your ear, and you soon feel yourself melting into his embrace

he’s so warm

and so tall

and so confusing you kind of just want to poke him where it hurts 

but you indulge in the comfort of his presence

until you realize that you’re wrinkling his precious suit

“ok hol up” you interrupt the adorable moment, and jae seems to look confused 

“wha” 

“what’s all this?” you finally get the courage to ask, dried up tears on your cheeks yet a hopeful spark igniting in your chest 

“well, i uh,” this is ultimate Jae Trying to Find Excuses with Futile Attempts To Do So 101 

“did you really have a meeting today?” no answer

“did the boys help you with all this?” your head turns to look at all the cheesy decorations in the room

still no answer

just jae avoiding your suspicious stare, even whistling comically 

“jae!” your nervousness from a while ago comes out as relief, and bubbling laughter as you playfully shake him for an answer “i thought valentine’s suck and we’re too good for that”

“you’re never too good for anything, well. except for me, you’re too good for me,” he finally lets up, wiping whats left of the moist tears on your face with a soft caress. his voice was soft, too, and it’s a refreshing and wanted feeling to hear him speak to you this way 

“i know i can be a jerk about those kinds of things but… after meeting you, i think you deserve just the best,” he continues, finding your hand and holding onto it tight. “this isn’t even half of it” 

“there’s more?” you quip, already satisfied with the cutesy re-decor of his apartment, but once he leads you to the island counter you see two plates filled with dinner food, and wine glasses ready to be poured with what seems to be red wine on the side

the vase in the middle was empty, and  so you accept the rose that jae had picked up from the table, and carefully place it in its new home

“i’m… impressed. you did this?” you say

“if i said yes would you believe me”

“never,” you reply, knowing that younghyun probably had a little helping hand in here too

“well there you go, you know me better than myself already,” jae winks, and something flutters within you that causes your head to feel so light and just. focus on jae

pulling out the chair, he signals for you sit down with a royal gesture “before you, milady”

you’re laughing now, smiling from ear to ear at how ridiculous jae sounds but at the same time the two of you are having so much fun

you fall back into normal conversations with more banter than regular small talk; it’s so easy to be yourself with him 

you keep admiring the suit he’s wearing, even his hair is slicked back with gel to cast the perfect valentine’s day look. you compliment him in between bites, and then mutter under your breath that you should have worn something just as elegant

“this wasn’t my idea,” he defends, and you’re sure one of the boys dared him to do it

“still, i don’t look the part as your date,” you half-joke, but your tone sounded sadder than you anticipated

“this,” jae says, looking at you and only you. for a moment you can’t find your breath

“you. this is you. and that’s who i love”

you’re smitten. that’s it pack up your bags this is it

“jae maybe ease up on the red wine?”

“shutup youknowyouloveit” 

finally, you finish up the meal and you’re full

of food and love 

he tells you to just chill by the couch as he gets something from his room, and you wonder what else he has up his sleeve

you’re grateful for bringing the polaroid camera with you to commemorate something so rare 

but as you’re trying to take it out of your bag, you see the scrapbook (it’s hard to miss) and pull that out instead

should you give it to him now? or later? 

while you contemplate on this, flipping the pages of the book jae has sprung up behind you

“hey i was looking for that picture of you all sleepy and drooling” 

“JAE WHAT THE HELL”

you jump from surprise, almost flailing the scrapbook in the process as you see jae laughing his ass off from behind

you notice he has his guitar with him now (???)

“did you do this for me?” he sits next to you, setting the guitar on the side as you begrudgingly give him your gift. all of a sudden the unknown fear creeps up again and you hide your face in your hands

you hear him turn the page, a quiet pause, maybe a chuckle or two, and rinse repeat

“are you done????” 

“no give me about ten hours”

“WHAT”

“i’m kidding, dude, this is amazing” 

give it to jae to call you dude while in a relationship with you

but that’s when you know he’s genuine with his words

“i wasn’t expecting anything like this at all. this is so so so good, i love it. a lot,” he keeps complimenting you and it’s so hard to look at him when you’re red in the face and heart beating a mile a minute 

“it’s nothing… i thought it’d feel too much since we haven’t been together long,” you confess, finally giving into seeing what jae looks like

he pout 

he attac you with a flick on the forehead

and a pat on top of your head

“i don’t see it that way,” he says, sincerely. then he brings his guitar on his lap, and prepares his form as if he’s… about to sing something

the music from the speakers was soft enough to not disrupt his singing and guitar skills

you are one if not the biggest fan of jae and his band

and also, of eaJ 

so you are very well aware of every song he’s put out there even winning five times in a self-induced contest as to who knows the lyrics better: the actual band member or the significant other

but what he’s singing for you right now

what those fingers plucking romantic melodies on the guitar strings

you haven’t heard of it before

and yet your heart feels so connected, so in awe of the way jae passionately sings in front of you

the man is shy okay, he’s a genius in his craft but when it comes to doing it in front of you he clamps up like a toddler on his first day alone in school

but right now, you don’t see any of that. you see jae singing words of happiness, admiration, love

for you

and he might not be meeting your eyes right now, it’s okay, cause you’re crying again anyway 

you don’t want him to stop

you close your eyes and feel his words embed themselves in your mind

you want to keep this memory close to you, even if you can’t take a picture 

it’ll ruin how special this moment is, really

it was short, sweet, but you’re not complaining

he finishes with a soft strum, and then finally sees your face in tears again

“i’m a bad boyfriend aren’t i,” he whines and he is met with the forceful (hint: soft) punches on his chest

“you’re literally the best bf ever wtf are u on about” 

face wet, cheeks red, neck feeling warm from the wine

you’re a mess it’s as if you got dumped on valentine’s instead of serenaded by the love of your life

“why do you look like you got broken up on valentine’s instead of being—”

“yes jae i know” 

“did you like it though? it’s unfinished but, i figured i wanted you to be the first to hear it”

“since...well.. it’s a song about you” 

:( he wipes the tears with his thumb, and you steal a quick kiss on his lips 

“i love it, and i love you so much u dork” 

“i take it back you’ll never hear the finished version of this song”

“HEY” 

(spoiler alert: he now keeps bugging you for more supportive comments and suggestions on the song) 

(another spoiler alert: the night ended up the way you guys love spending time together: basking in each other’s company)

only this time, there’s poorly cut out hearts all over the walls 

and there’s jae drunkenly mistaking lyrics of his song for another

and you singing along off-tune

happy valentine’s you two :)

[waitimcomingtoo]

Hi 👋🏻 can you do a headcanon dating Peter Parker and having ice power (like Killer Frost) ? ❤️

Peters dating a reader with ice powers would include:

Your ice powers developed when you were sixteen and you were hella embarrassed by them

You tried to hide it at first, cutting out the pesky streaks of ice blonde hair that would grow every so often

You felt like a freak. Or worse, a villain.

You couldn’t think of any good guys with ice powers. Except, maybe Frozone

You didn’t want to accept your powers and kept them a secret from everyone you knew, swearing they were a curse and you’d never use them

That was, until one day in New York

You found yourself catering a party for the one and only Tony Stark

While you admired the man, others did not

A bomb was planted and set to go off during Tony’s third grand speech

You didn’t think. You just reacted. You stepped in front of Tony right as the explosion went off and hit the flame with a blast of ice

You ignored the gasps and murmurs of the crowd behind you and focused all your energy on your powers

The flames died down and you stood there, frozen (no pun intended)

You felt embarrassed and ashamed as the people in the crowd stared at you with wide eyes and open mouths

You looked around slowly and your eyes landed on a curly haired boy in a suit much too big for him

He locked eyes with you and did something unexpected

He started clapping

He kept going until others slowly joined in.

You felt your usually cold cheeks heat up as Tony Stark himself waltzed up to you

“No causualites. No third degrees burns. No damage to my hardwod floors. And you managed it protect my ice skulpture that took Jorge three hours to make.” Tony quipped. He put his hand on each of your shoulders as if he was knighting you.

“Y/n.” Tony said as he read your name tag. “Congratulations. You’re an Avenger now.”

You found out the cute curly haired boy who lead the applause was called Peter, and he was also an Avenger

“I’m Spider-Man.” Peter told you proudly, before a mission. “What’s your made up name?”

“I don’t have one.” You tell him sheepishly.

“Well, you have ice powers. And you want to sound bad ass, right? What about somethign cool like…The Frost Boss?”

“I…truly hate it.” You deadpanned with a sly smile. Peter smiled back.

“Okay. Frost Boss is a no go. What about, uh, The Killer Chiller?” He suggested.

“Little bit better, little bit worse?” You asked. Peter nodded in agreement. “Plus, I don’t think I want to be “the” anything.” You grimaced.

“Elsa. Underoos.” Tony barked into the com. “That’s enough flirting. We have a mission. You can get back to making friendship bracelets later.”

Peter slipped his mask on to hide his blush. You, on the other hand, weren’t as lucky

Your first mission didn’t go how you hoped

It became clear to you that you didn’t fit in so you hung back and kept to yourself, careful not to step on anyone’s toes

It was almost over and you hadn’t done a thing until you heard Caps voice on the intercom

“One of the guys managed to get away. He’d heading towards the North exit. Queens, do you copy?” Cap asked.

“I see him. On it. ” Peter said and appeared next to you. You saw a bad guy running towards the exit with an armful of dangerous weapons.

Peter tried to shoot a web but his web shooter made a strange sound.

“Shoot. I’m all out.” Peter huffed. “He’s getting away.”

Without thinking, you shot your hands out and coated the floor in ice. The bad guy slipped and fell, dropping the weapons.

The rest of the team caught up and secured the weapons

“Nice work, Vanilla Ice. Glad to have you on the team.” Tony nodded in your direction. You smiled shyly.

“Killer Frost.” Peter spoke up. Everyone, including you, looked at him. “Her name is Kilelr Frost.” He said confidently. Peter looked at your expectantly and you smiled in approval

“Killer Frost.” You repeated. “I like it.”

You fell for him fast

Really fast

Like a car sliding down an icy road

On your next mission, a bad guy shot a bullet at Peter and you froze it in mid air, just inches from his face

Peter tore off his mask and shoved it in your trembling hands. You looked up at his in confusion just as he pulled you into a kiss

Your cold lips met his warm ones

total chemical reaction

Peter pulled away and you let out an icy breath

“Ice ice baby.” Peter breathed out

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” You giggled against his lips.

“Could you please? I would appreciate that.”

That was he beginning of your relationship with Peter Parker

Peter caught you doing your routine trimming off your icy blonde locks one day and immediately stopped you

“Woah woah woah!” Peter said as he lowered your scissors. “Why are you cutting the blonde parts? Those are my favorites.” Peter protested

“Peter, you can’t have favorite strands of my hair.” You laughed as you tried to pick up the scissors again.

“Don’t touch them!” Peter webbed the scissors to bathroom counter. You gave him a look.

“Please leave them? I love them. They remind me of how cool my girlfriend is.” Peter pleaded.

You sighed and decided to let them stay.

Who were you to deny Peter something he loved?

Especially when you loved him

Peter made sure to pay extra attention to your blonde streaks, always twirling them around his fingers and even learning how to braid just so he could braid your hair

Peter was careful not to take advantage of your powers, but sometimes, he needed a little help

“Y/n.” Peter whined. “My ice cream melted.”

“My drink is warm.”

“It’s a little toasty in here.”

You’d roll your eyes, but you’d always lend an icy helping hand. Freezing his drinks, cooling him down, and keeping his ice cream nice and cold

But of course, sometimes he’d need to be taught a lesson

Freezing his showers was a favorite of yours

“Y/N!” He’d scream. “MY SKIN IS BLUE.”

“Sorry!” You’d call back in between giggles

The team got a little prank every now and then too, just so they didn’t feel left out

“Tony!” Cap whined. “Y/n made it snow in the kitchen again.”

“Who the hell put my arm in a block of ice?” Bucky demanded.

“Peter and Y/n! How many times do I have to say it? No sledding in the Tower!” Tony would yell.

And the jokes

Peter thought himself to be quite the jokster

“Honestly Y/n, you need to let it go.”

“Woah there, Y/n. No need to act so cold.”

“If your powers are ice, why are you so hot?”

You’d groan and tell him to stop, but you not so secretly loved it

And of course, his favorite

“Peter, have you seen my suit?” You’d ask as you rummage through your clothes

“I’m not telling you anything until you say it.” Peter sighed as he looked through a magazine.

“Peter. I gotta go. Just tell me where it is.”

“You know the magic words.” Peter spun around in his spinning chair and set his magazine down.

You sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Honey, where’s my supersuit?” You grumbled.

“Come again?” Peter put his hand behind his ear.

“Where is my supersuit?” You said louder.

“Thank you.” Peter grinned. “It’s under the bed.”

Then, there was the hand warming

Your hands were always cold. Always

So Peter was always warming them up. Always.

Even before you started dating, he’d find a way to warm your hands in his

“Woah, Y/n!” Peter exclaimed. “Your hands are like ice.” Peter said when he accidentally brushed them during a sparring match.

“Geez, I wonder why.” You sassed.

“Here. Let me help.” Peter gently took your hands in his slightly larger ones and blew his warm breath on them

The simple act heated up your entire body

“Does it bother you?” You asked quietly. “That I’m so cold?”

“Y/n.” Peter smiled softly. “You may be cold, but the way you make me feel inside is nothing short of warm. Honestly, you set off a thousand sunsets in my tummy every time I look at you. You’re not cold. You’re the sun.”

Maybe your powers weren’t so bad

Read my full story In Case You Don’t Live Forever

[e-of-west-glendia]

Until The Very End

(Based on some Alphard Black headcanons from @moonscarsandstars)

Sirius was five the first time he saw a truly muggle item. It was the summer of 1964– the first time Sirius and Regulus had ever been allowed to stay with their uncle.

Their parents had had some meeting or another to attend that they ultimately decided that their children shouldn’t be attending. So, they’d dropped the two children off at their uncle's house and been on their way. However, not before Walburga got the chance to pull Alphard aside and quietly tell threaten to murder him if he showed her children anything to do with muggles. Or at least that’s what Sirius had been able to make out from eavesdropping from behind the door. To be fair it was a very dense door.

It had been an oddly warm day for Britain. The sun beating down on Alphard’s small house and making the inside something reminiscent of an oven.

Sirius and Regulus had been absolutely bored out of their minds all afternoon. They had plenty of experience with boredom, though. Their parents had never let them do anything interesting and they’d never asked for fear of what they’d do if they did. It was a system built purely on fear and it worked just as Walburga and Orion intended it to.

So, the Black brothers had figured that Alphard would be much of the same. He’d grown up with their mother so surely he had to share some— if not most— of her ideals? Much to their surprise— and their delight— they were very wrong.

Alphard passed by their room, the door flung wide open, and stopped dead in his tracks. He’d never seen such a miserable sight. Two small children sitting stiffly and quietly and staring blankly at a wall.

“Are you two alright?”

“We’re fine,” Regulus answered.

Alphard watched him continue to stare at his very bland section of wall before cautiously asking what they were doing.

“We’re staring silently at the wall,” Sirius said, as if this should’ve been very obvious.

“Yes but why?”

“It’s a game that mother taught us. We stay silent and out of her way and she doesn’t break anything,” Regulus said.

Alphard took a good long look at his nephew’s. They looked so defeated for such a young age.

“Jesus, what has she done to you?” He muttered. Then, “ Alright, up, both of you.”

The two boys gave him confused looks which Alphard met with one of exasperation.

“C’mon get up. I don’t know what that witch has done to you, but I refuse to have my nephews thinking the definition of fun is to stare at walls.”

Alphard spun on his heel and walked out of the room. Sirius and Regulus only hesitated for a second before they scrambled after him.

They trailed after him curiously as they went to a small shed behind the house. Alphard threw open the doors to the shed and then turned back to his nephew’s. He swept his hand in front of him, inviting them in.

Sirius stepped in first, then, Regulus. Both gasping upon entering the shed.

The first thing they noticed was how much bigger it was on the inside. Regulus had even taken a step back outside to make sure they were indeed in the same shed.

That had made Alphard laugh. “Undetectable extension charm. Works wonders for storing things.”

The second thing they noticed were the muggle items. They were everywhere. In every corner of the shed. Mixed amongst various wizarding items on tables and hung haphazardly from walls. Some were stuffed messily into drawers, while others were filed neatly into cabinets. Everything placed into some sort of system that it seemed only Alphard himself could understand.

It was chaos and it was different and it was new. And Sirius loved it.

“What is this place?” Regulus breathed, stepping further into the shed and running his fingers across the surface of a large table.

“This,” Alphard said, gently plucking a rather menacing looking brown bag from Sirius’ hands. “Is my shed of random stuff I found on my travels. Your mother would have a fit if she saw half the stuff in here so, uh, don’t say anything.”

Sirius and Regulus looked to one another as it silently asking the other what decision to make.

Then they said: “We won’t!” and took off into the shed.

They spent the next several minutes looking through as much of the shed as possible. Alphard had just been explaining the contents of a box to Regulus when Sirius called him to the opposite side.

“What are these?” Sirius asked, pointing to a wall.

Alphard looked up at the wall of rifles and chuckled. “Those are not for you to play with.”

Sirius nodded silently, but he still gazed up at them. A light clicking on behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

Sirius peered around him at a small cart.

“What’s that?” He asked, stepping forward to take a closer look.

“That,” Alphard said, coming up next to him. “Is a popcorn machine.”

“What’s it’s function?,” asked Regulus, who had wandered over to them.

Alphard briefly thought that that had to be the dullest way to ask the use of something— and from a four year old no less.

“It makes popcorn,” he answered with a shrug. Their resulting blank stares made Alphard realize two things. A— they’d never had popcorn before and B— After all these years Walburga had never quite grasped the concept of happiness.

Alphard sighed. “Here.” He flipped a switch on the side of the machine and then watched.

“What’s supposed to happen?” Sirius asked.

“You’ll see. Any minute now.”

“But I don’t any— GAH!” Sirius and Regulus kept back a few feet as the first kernels started to pop.

Sirius took one look at the jumping corn, fascinated by how they went from small and brown, to puffy and white, before launching a barrage of questions at his uncle. Talking a mile a minute.

“What happened? Why did they do that? What are they? Why do they pop? How does it work? Is it magic? Is it— oof!”

Sirius glared reproachfully at his brother, who had just elbowed him in the side. The glare dropped when he realized why Regulus had stopped him. First rule of the Black house: Don’t ask questions.

Sirius was pretty sure he had just broken that rule by a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.

“What’s wrong?” Alphard asked. His tone surprisingly gentle for a man of his stature l

“I—I’m sorry,” Sirius stammered. “I didn’t mean to ask questions. I just wanted to know how it worked.”

Alphard knelt down beside Sirius, reaching a hand out to him that Sirius instinctively flinched away from. A look of surprise settling on his face when then hand just settle on his shoulder.

“Don’t be sorry! you were excited,” Alphard said, smiling at the little boy. A chuckled a bit. “There's nothing wrong in having fun, is there?”

There was dead silence for several seconds before Sirius finally steps forward and wraps his uncle in a hug. Clutching desperately at his robes and crying. It’s the first time he’s ever heard something like that. Never before had he— or Regulus— ever been told it was ok to have fun.

“Hey, now,” Alphard said, rubbing slow, comforting circles on Sirius’ back. “It’s ok. You have nothing to worry about from me.”

And for the first time in his life— Sirius believed it.

Eventually Sirius released his uncle from his death grip of a hug, looking slightly embarrassed— and emotion he would become less and less familiar with as time went by.

“Have you boys ever been to muggle London?” Alphard asked, knowing full well what their answer would be long before they both shook their heads.

“What do you say we have an adventure, then?”

It had been the first of many adventures. Long trips into muggle London filled with ice lollies and laughter and one particular summer where Alphard decided that Sirius was old enough to learn to shoot a rifle. He’d scared the life out of some hens from a neighbor’s yard. The three of them laughing as the woman yelled at them from afar. After that, Sirius always looked forward to hearing about whatever new rifle he had acquired. He also developed a bit of a mischief streak after the chicken incident.

For a while Sirius has been afraid that Regulus would tell their mother of their little excursions, but then Regulus discovered fish and chips. He was enamored with them from the moment he first tried it. Sirius figured that so long as this love affair with muggle food continued they’d be safe.

As the years passed, Sirius found any excuse to spend time with his uncle that he could. Alphard doing the same. The summers passed by all too quickly and the winter always seemed colder and bleeker once they left their uncles house. They spent so much time in that shed of his and yet it never seemed to be enough.

They’d spend nights outside looking up at the seemingly endless blanket of stars across the night sky. Alphard pointing out all the constellations and explaining the meanings behind all of their names.

When it came time for Sirius to go to Hogwarts, Alphard was the only one who had stuck by him when he was sorted into Gryffindor. His letter of congratulations and excitement a beacon of light amongst the howlers cursing his name.

“To be honest I’m glad someone in the family got into a different house. Generations of Slytherins doesn’t exactly make for any interesting alumni small talk.” Alphard had said when he flooed him that evening.

“And I’m glad it was you. Any of the others would’ve been a living nightmare. Honestly I feel bad for all the Slytherin’s that had to put up with some of our family members. Your cousin Bellatrix is a basket case— don’t tell your mother I said that.”

In all fairness Sirius had turned out to be somewhat of a nightmare for his house. But Alphard was extremely amused by what Sirius and his friends got up to. And he was more than happy to listen as Sirius regaled him with tales of their latest or upcoming pranks.

Alphard had always made him feel cared about. Accepted. Loved.

It didn’t matter what he did, his uncle always loved him.

——

That was the thing that stuck with Sirius the most as he looked down at the letter in his hands. It was so cold and so bland for a man who had been neither of those things.

A letter so grey and tasteless shouldn’t have been used to commemorate his uncle.

Hell, he shouldn’t even need a letter to be remembering him in the first place.

It wasn’t fair. Why did all the good people always have the worst things happen to them? But then again, it’s always the most beautiful flowers in the garden that get plucked first.

Sirius clenched the letter tightly in his fist before standing up and tossing it into the common room fire. His shadow casting eerie shapes across the walls.

Slowly he reached into his pocket and unraveled another letter.

He’d received many gifts over the years from his uncle. All of which he’d loved a thousand times more than anything his family— except for Andromeda— could’ve given him. But this— this was more than he could’ve ever imagined he would ever receive.

In all the time he spent with Alphard he never would’ve thought he would leave everything he owned to him. Never once did it cross his mind. And yet now, here he was, staring down at the last thing his uncle would ever give him. A signed letter giving him everything. All of his childhood memories bundled into one slip of parchment that was far to small to convey the emotions he felt.

His mother would call him a disgrace to the family. His aunts would call him a blood traitor.

But Sirius didn’t care. He was all those things and more if he was being honest with himself— and damn proud of it too.

Sirius sank to the floor, distantly grateful for the late hour. Grateful that no one would see him cry.

None of what his other family members would say mattered. Not one bit of it. Because Alphard had trusted him and cared for him and loved him. Until the very end.

[thatmysticaltuxedocat-rp]

Beneath the cut is basically an untitled drabble. More often than not, my writing is a freewriting exercise. I rarely use actual plots.

This one is me venting and kinda... a downer. Angsty. If you're looking around tumblr for fluff or sweetness it is NOT here.

Also this is a stand alone. It doesn't fit with the usual headcanons I write with, e.g: there is no monochromatic siblings, tuggoffelees or magic.

The one thing Mistoffelees was scared of above all things, was the others knowing him. The real him.

When he was found just over a year ago by a confused Alonzo out of the junkyard by himself for the first time, he never imagined he would end up with a home, with friends, with family. At first this had been heaven. Although the little kitten couldn’t yet talk- something Munkustrap later decided was a selective mutism as they all became aware of Mistos painfully shy nature- the others were kind and friendly, making him feel... welcomed. Misto couldn’t bear to tell anyone later on that his silence was due to not being around any other cats properly until Alonzo had found him. He suspected some, like Jellylorum or Jennyanydots had an inkling. If they did, they didn’t say anything. That was probably for the best, Misto had quickly decided. It would bring forth all kinds of unwanted questions as to why such a small thing was alone in the streets of London. It had at least given him time to listen to the others before having to officially introduce himself. Even when they didn’t think he was listening, or thought he was much too young to understand what was really being said, Misto was listening and carefully storing the most important bits of information.

This became imperative to Misto being allowed to stay, or so he figured. Here and there, the tiny tuxedo had heard talk of a recently banned magical cat. Now any other would probably assume this was ridiculous. A magical cat indeed, magic was the stuff of stories and fairy tales. There was no cat that could disappear in a puff of smoke only to turn up miles away or bewitch others with other worldly hypnotism. Misto, however did not scoff or dismiss it. He knew those things were real. Because he himself could do strange things no others could. It had started not too long before he was found and anyone who he came across who learned of this gift immediately chased him away, scared by these strange and potentially dangerous abilities. In the warm den with the gossiping queens, Misto made a silent vow then, to never allow anyone to know what he could do.

Now almost a fully grown tom, about to reach maturity and belonging to a community, Misto knew this little piece of information had pretty much saved him. From then on he did all he could to hide who he really was. He kept his coat the dullest possible black he could, adding much more white along his arm and legs, as he had observed the other cats were hardly one solid colour. Most importantly. he figured the name Mistoffelees felt... too grand. Like he would stand out, be expected to have an impressive talent. So he fashioned himself a new identity, with a duller, much more forgettable name: Quaxo. Quaxo, did indeed have a talent, but a much more ordinary and widely accepted talent of dancing. Though the others rarely saw it. Quaxo didn’t dance with others. He barely stayed around long enough for them to play with him when they were kittens, or really get to know him as they grew. Nobody had any idea where Quaxo would go, but he would always turn up again unharmed. And this disappearing didn’t affect anyone else so they generally let him be.

He couldn’t deny, it was a lonely existence. But it was necessary. He would always need time to be himself, to let the illusions of a dull background character in the day to day stories of the junkyard continue. The less he was perceived, the less chance there was of Mistoffelees being discovered.

Quaxo couldn’t stand the thought of letting anyone down. He would twist himself into all kinds of mental shapes and directions in an attempt to keep as many happy as possible, even at the cost of his own sanity or health.

The worst part though, was he just wasn’t good enough, whatever he did. He readily agreed to anything asked of him, he wouldn’t argue when he was dragged into some event or task, wanting to do it to the best of his ability. But more times than not, his best just wasn’t good enough. He felt like he always made things worse more than anything. That he did things wrong, that he just upset others. Perhaps it was his shy nature, causing him unable to communicate properly, or ask for help when he needed it. But others had their own problems... right? Why should they be burdened with his? He had taught himself gradually how to pull it all inside, lock it up tight and make sure nobody ever saw his true thoughts or feelings. Not if it would cause others to feel sad or down or even angry. Whenever he accidentally let a tiny bit of his true feelings out he felt incredibly guilty for days after. Had he ruined their day? Had he ruined the relationship he had with whoever bore witness to the display? They probably hated him now! He had mastered a further mask in addition to Quaxo hiding Mistoffelees, to hide how he just wanted to cry sometimes, how he wanted to scream at himself, couldn’t he do anything right?? Or even useful?? He had developed a very carefully constructed smile. He had spent a while studying others smiling. How it wasn’t as simple as turning the upper corners of your mouth up. How he had to use his eyes too, or stand taller, not fold in on himself. If he was truly happy to be there he would look eager and involved. Sometimes, he felt maybe the sure he would say in agreement sounded stretched and forced. However if the others didn’t seem to notice like he did. Maybe they didn’t care. That suited him just fine. It was perfectly fine, everybody only knew this fake Quaxo,who seemed to have come into existence for others requirements. Quaxo, who simply and conveniently disappeared when he wasn’t needed. Like a tool that could tidy itself away in the cupboard and save anyone the hassle of bothering with it beyond it’s initial use. A tool that maintained itself too, nobody needed to bother with the upkeep. It would simply appear when needed, shiny and new and go away again when they were done with it.

Done with him.

This was the life Quaxo had carved for himself. It was fine.

He was fine.

He was fine.

He was perfectly fine.

[cutegirlmayra]

I’m a sonamy fan but if amy does appear in the next movie or maybe in future sequels the crazy sonamy fans will for batshit crazy

Please refer to my blog rules (x) I believe this might be breaking rule 6... Please just be cautious of your language and calling people ‘crazy’ in the future, okay??? I don’t want to start any wars for my humble opinions T^T But don’t worry, I’m sure you didn’t mean it so I’ll answer the best I can this time ;)b

I’d love to see Amy more, absolutely! I think she has so much potential in her character and it is sad to see her so much on the sidelines... as a shipper too, I would love for cute AMV moments of Sonic couples to appear as well, such as Sonamy, but only that which is appropriate for the media/entertainment!

(Though we all have our guilty pleasures... huhuhuhu~ It’d be nice if the Sonic charas aged with their audience, and had more emphasis on story and fun gameplay like the Adventure series or Sonic Riders! -the original ones-)

I think Sonic forces tried, but the lack of a defined story, character development, and cutscenes made it kinda hard to enjoy when it was so scrambled :/ still, we Sonic fans get what we get! 

I’d love to see Amy in the next movie, but not as a ‘joke’ chara so to speak... I do want her to be the ‘rascal’ we all know and love and still have a crush on Sonic that is fun to watch, but hopefully more of her ‘core character features’ too like her selflessness, mighty inner-strength, pure-heartedness, loyalty, hopeful despite being in hopeless situations -like her crush on Sonic or when she’s captured-, and of course her cute cheerful side to inspire the team during the down-moments.

Fans tend to be confused when it comes to ‘the actuality of canon’ in the series such as Fanlore that Sega of America kinda... butchered... in translation. There is an actual canon, not ‘everything is canon’ as Sonic’s sweet Aaron Webber once stated... (I don’t blame him though.) But the Japanese Canon is pretty interesting, and if more fans knew about it, I think it would clear up a lot of false news and rumors that have been widely accepted as canon ^^;

(Me and my friend were discussing how people headcanon Amy having a cute heart-shaped beige spot on her chest, but it’s actually shown in the anime that she’s a blank pink slate -beach episode-, that only boy hedgehogs have those distinctions. At least, her character references give us some evidence on that as well.)

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want ‘some headcanons and fanlore’ to not be true XD I do like the speculation at times! It’s fun to discuss, so we never really know what the future holds!

I’m excited for Amy, I just hope she’s placed in good hands for future Sonic games in the future ;)b I wouldn’t mind her standing out and having her own ‘story mode’ to interact and inspire the other characters with her own mini-games or something cute like that! But again, I think it’s fun to see Sonic rescue her, her take on her famous quotes like, “Have no fear, Amy Rose is here!” and showing that spunky, flirtatious side that fights for the things she wants! She’s a do or die, ride or burn kinda girl and I love that about her XD

[hyperactivelittlebee]

Intertwined(Hermitcraft)

Notes! @gridoc Pirate AU belongs to this fantastic person! Okay so, for those reading not on the pirate au discord. (Keep in mind this info is only giant headcanon in the Pirate AU discord that Me and a few others developed on!) Mim is NPC Grian. In this AU he is a siren. His true name is Xelqua, but when he joined Doc’s crew he took on the name of Mim(A joke on Mimic because he’s a Siren who was a Mimic of Grian) And the rest of that story you can read IF YOU JOIN THE DISCORD BECAUSE ITS REALLY FUN!!~ Anyways, enjoy. TW: Descriptions of blood, violence against Sirens, Navy just being assholes, and some swearing As dark water sloshed all around him, Etho couldn't tell what was happening. One moment he was on board beside Doc- discussing plans as they left the dock- the next he was falling and drowning in the frigid, empty water. He could see the fiery red explosions of cannons going off. He could hear the muffled shouts of the others on board and gunshots ringing- bullets whizzing through the water around him. When he caught his bearings, Etho swam frantically for the surface; almost reaching it before feeling a chain snag his ankle. It dragged him down, heavy and painful making his angle burn like it was engulfed in fire. A splash was heard beside him, and before long the weight around his ankle was relieved; arms wrapping around him and dragging him to the surface. He broke the surface and ripped off his mask, gasping sharply as he gulped up the warm air. Etho swam to the beach frantically, grabbing pulling himself onto the grainy surface as he coughed and sputtered. "Etho!!" His head snapped to the voice, relieved to see familiar clear blue eyes piercing his own. The Siren was like an angel, the fire in the night outlining his true form like a halo. Mim held his face so gingerly, thumbs rubbing his cheeks with a worried expression, "M-mim- what- what happened?" His voice was shaky, still out of it, "Navy? I think- I'm not sure but whatever it is, its bad-" Etho shook his head, ears still ringing, "Shit, alright-" Mim nodded, "I will sing and lure the others I can away- you just get to Doc." Before he could respond, Mim pulled him close and kissed his lips softly, making Etho melt a bit before he pulled back, "I love you..." Something gripped at Etho's heart as he suddenly felt that separating was a bad idea- anxiety filling his gut- but he didn't listen. "I love you too." With that, Mim slipped into the water and disappeared. ___________ His sword piercing the belly of yet another Navy soldier, Etho's eyes searched the dark abyss of the water for that familiar shimmering tail. He ran to the rail, watching frantically until he recognized Mim in the water heading to the shore. Etho ran off the ship to meet him, deducing that the coast was clear. He could see Mim crawl out of the water. He could see the Navy sailor creeping up behind him. Yet His voice wasn't fast enough. "MI-" The siren looked to him, and in that moment the spear plunged into his back. The blade broke through the other side, blue blood spurting and staining the sand below, running down from the wound in thick streams. Etho watched his eyes widen in pain as a soft noise escaped his mouth. With the sickening sound of the blade being ripped out, and the sound of the Navy man sneering, he broke- everything turning red. Etho lost it. When he came to his senses, the navy soldier was barely recognizable- face bashed in with a rock that Etho didn't even know he had gotten. A pained groaned reached his ears and his attention was drawn back to Mim, eyes wide as he saw the siren lying on the beach, blood gushing from the wound in his torso. He ran to his side, frantic as he pulled Mim to him, "D-Darling?" Mim's voice was broken, leaning into Etho's hand as he cupped his face, "Yes- Yes I'm here, I'm here Mim..." Etho tried to keep his voice steady as put pressure on the wound, eyes watering, "I-it- it hur-t's-" Etho's heart broke into pieces as he gazed down at his lover, heart-clenching his pain as he tried to keep himself from breaking down, "No...No no no- You'll- You're going to be okay Mim, please..." he scooped up the small siren, holding him tight as he bolted for the ship. "Get Stress!! Please!!" Most of the crew turned from their celebration, and quickly the mood turned from joyful to solemn. Grian was the first rush over, False running to get Stress, "What happened?!" "He- He got snuck up on while shifting-" Ren ran below deck to clear a bed for them, Etho following close behind. The moment Mim was laid on the bed, in began to stain brightly with the turquoise blood, the mans heart weeping at the sight. He lent over the bed as the others rushed with supplies. "E-eth...o..." A hand cupped his face, soft as Etho began to feel warm tears slip down his face. Mim forced Etho to look at him, giving him a broken smile as blood trickled from his mouth. "It...s...Oka-y....." "No- no..." The words were breathy as Etho felt hot crimson blood slipping through his fingers, the light slowly leaving his lover's eyes. It was too much- not even yesterday he was had been gazing into the nightsky with Mim, and now his one true heart's desire was dying in his arms. "Please, you can't leave me- not yet- you promised, w-we had plans!" Stress ran down the stairs, rushing over with supplies as she nudged Etho to the side. He kneeled by Mim's face, crying as he tried to whisper sweet nothings to the other, "I love you...I love you so much Mim-" "Dancing at a ball- I-i wanted you to see beautiful lands, W-we- we wanted to get married in the summer- you wanted me to try swimming with- with dolphins and-" He whimpered quietly, "I don't w-want to be alone again..." Etho felt like a child, weeping and blabbering by his mothers side again as she bleed out of the cold wood floors. The scene so vivid in his mind- the angry shouting, the screaming on his mother as she was beat, and sobs of his father when he found her- he didn't want to be alone in these thoughts. He didn't want to be crammed in that cupboard again, watching someone rip his light from his life through a small crack in the door, frozen in fear as a meek child. It couldn't happen again. As Stress finished stitching and patching the wound, she got up and whispered something to Ren, who looked solemn. The man walked over, reaching and giving Etho’s shoulder a squeeze, "He's lost so much blood...Stress...doesn't think he'll make it-" "He will." Etho snapped, glaring at Ren, making the man falter and his ears flattened back. Without another word, he backed up and turned back to Stress, muttering quietly to her. "Et...ho...?" The pirate turned to Mim, leaning forward, "Yes?" The siren smiled softly, "Ca-can...I...ha...ve...a kiss...?" His voice was scratchy from coughing and Etho couldn't bring himself to deny the request as he leaned forward. He gently pressed his lips to Mim's gently, tears slipping down his face. When he pulled back, Mim shed one more tear. "I....l-lov....e....you..." Etho whimpered, "Xelqua..." The name was so broken and quiet as it left his lips, not yet ready to accept what was happening to his lover. His heart stopped as he watched a single breath leave his lips as he went limp. "Mim?" No response came, "Mim!!" Etho cried out in pain as he stood and shook the body, "No! NO!" He sobbed as Doc and Ren pulled him back from the body, kicking and struggling, "No! He's not dead yet!! Please!!" "Etho, its alright- he's gone, there's nothing we can do about it please-" Doc's voice was soft, heart aching at the sight of his broken friend and the siren on the bed. After a minute, Etho went limp and he sobbed- everything around him coming crashing down. "Please...I'm begging here- To whatever God is listening, Xisuma- Amusix-...please let him live...""Well that depends. Why do you want him to live?" Everyone in the room looked to a tall man in a long cloak who stood before Etho, his figure dark and imposing over them all. Without hesitation, Etho answered through sobs, "He's...I love him...I love him so much-" "Typical. But What would you do, to have him back hm?" There was a hint of amusement in the mans tone, prompting Ren to stand and draw his sword in anger, "I don't know how you got here, but I want you to leave now before I-" The man snapped his head to Ren, piercing red eyes meeting the lycans, making him freeze, "You do not scare me in the slightest, mortal." Startled, Ren backed up once more, thrown in a loop with the mans tone. He turned to Etho once more, "So?" "Anything. I would do anything..." "Even if it meant the cost of your own life?" Etho didn't need to think twice. "Yes..." The man snorted in amusement, "Then it is done." He reached toward the empty air in front of Etho before clenching his hand and pulling back firmly. Etho felt his heart tug in his chest, pain erupting as the man opened his hand to reveal a ball of red light. "This is your soul. I'm willing to make a deal with you- I'll revive him! But you must give him part of your soul. Taking your soul and giving it away will however kill you. So?" "Etho, no this- this isn't worth-" Stress began and Etho gulped, ignoring her and staring before he stood, looking the man in the eyes, "Deal." Eyes widening, the man smirked, "Then it has been done." He snapped his fingers and Etho prepared for the pain, heart racing. Pain never came. There was a soft groan and a loud gasp of air, everyone looking to the Siren as he coughed and sputtered. Etho ran beside him, embracing Mim tightly as he broke down again, "I-i..im alive?" Stress and Ren were in shock, confused as they waited for the other part of the deal to take effect. The man chuckled, looking to them, "Oh how I adore loopholes. I said giving up his whole soul would kill him- but I was only taking part~" Mim took one look at the man and gaped, "Amu? Wha...?" "I wouldn't let my best friend die on me Mim. You know this...I just wanted to test something." Amusix's eye glinted with mischief, and he turned to make his way out from the deck, "He's a keeper, Mim..." Mim glanced at the man who was sobbing into his shoulder and smiled softly, hugging him back tightly as he teared up, "Yea...he really is..."

[wicked-game-black-butler]

Sorry it's taken me a while to speak up, but if you still have spaces, I have a question and a request. My question is this; what's your favourite arc of Black Butler, and why? For my request, I would like to ask for Undertaker x Reader (female) please. As for headcannons, here we go; 1) First meeting 2) Admitting feelings 3) First time having sex 4) Favourite things to do during sex 5) Finding out S/O is sick 6) Ways he gets S/O 'in the mood' ;)

@jasminewitch-blog  No worries, there’s no need to apologize.  Thank you for your interest and for following me.  I hope you enjoy the headcanons for everyone’s favorite mortician.

As for your question, the real answer is that I love almost all of the arcs of Kuroshitsuji because each arc had something about it that really sparked my interest, or had development for a character that I wanted to know more about or wanted to see grow, or made me consider deeper questions about humanity and life in general.  That being said, it was difficult to choose, but ultimately I think I’d have to choose The Green Witch arc.  I enjoyed it for multiple reasons, but the top reasons were: all of the servants were present and were able to showcase their abilities and strengths, rather than mainly being a comedy piece (which I am fine with, btw, but I like the contrasting duality between how they’re usually depicted and when they show why they deserve to be Phantomhive servants); Sebastian’s true nature and abilities were brought to the forefront again in spectacular fashion (whether it’s confusion at his tears or when he begins to act on his right to O!Ciel’s soul when it appears he’s retracting on his revenge or when he burns down the lab and we get to see his reveling in being able to flex his demonic powers-I’d be lying if I said that the last one doesn’t make me a little weak in the knees); and that with the addition of Sieglinde to the story, we finally have a female character who is O!Ciel’s equal in both intellect and determination and I really like their dynamic and I’m always for strong female characters in stories, no matter their age.

 Now as for your request, you’ll find it underneath the “Keep Reading” line.  I wanted to be safe and hide it somewhat since some of them are NSFW. (That is, if it shows up this time.  I triple checked that I had added it to the Vincent request, but it disappeared into the void when I posted it...oh well)

Undertaker/Fem!Reader

The circumstances under which you met Undertaker were not ideal.  You had been born into poverty on the East End and it was by some cruel miracle that you had survived until adulthood.  Your days were riddled with anxiety over basic necessities- where your next meal would come from or how you were going to keep warm in the winter.  It was difficult given there were three mouths to keep fed in your household.  So you did what you could to help provide for your parents and yourself, scraping by on thin soups and coin you earned from performing odd jobs here and there for those of the self made middle class who weren’t pretentious enough to let your background overshadow your skills with a needle.  It had been a bittersweet relief when the fever took your parents.  You had loved them, of course, but you couldn’t ignore the inherent practical advantage to having two less bellies to fill, two less aged ones to care for.  However, that relief was short lived when the realization struck you...you now had no home, no protection, and no food.  If you didn’t act quickly, you would be dead within a week or worse.  That was how you had stumbled upon the Undertaker’s shoppe.  You had been searching about for any odd job you could perform, any seamstress who might take pity on your plight and take you on for a day or two in exchange for a warm meal and a corner in their back storage room where you could rest your weary bones, when you heard the pleasant sound of humming coming from down the alley.  Curious, you slipped in between the two buildings and followed the humming to where the back door to the Undertaker’s shoppe, which was propped open to let in the warm summer breeze.  You cautiously glanced around the corner of the to see the back of a tall, robe clad man as he stood by a table where he appeared to be tending to someone’s body.  You were about to continue on your way when, as the man stepped out of the room, having been called by the sound of a bell that had chimed from somewhere inside the building, you spotted a heavily jeweled necklace.  Your eyes grew wide as the sun glinted off the precious jewelry.  That would get you enough money to eat for a week and provide a dry, warm bed for you to sleep in.  So, without a second thought, you rushed into the room, snatching the necklace and fleeing down the alleyway before the man could return.  This went on for two months.  Every couple of weeks, you would stop by the Undertaker’s shoppe and swipe something of value from the room.  They were corpses, anyway.  Why did they need such embellishments?  All it took was one time.  One time when you were too confident, too desperate to refuse the large ruby broach that sat on the table, almost begging for you to take it.  As your fingers wrapped around the cold stone, a firm hand gripped your shoulder, and that was it...you had been caught.  You begged the man not to take you to the police, that you were sorry but that you had no other choice.  Before you could stop yourself, your life story came rushing from your lips until, with cheeks wet with tears, you finished your explanation.  It was after a few minutes of consideration that the man told you he had a proposition for you.  Your stomach sank, fearing the worst, when he explained that his work kept him far busier than he would have liked, given he had a special venture he had recently taken on, and could use the help of someone who had needlework skills.  So, he offered his silence and a room in the living area above his shop, in exchange for your skills and your complete silence regarding anything you saw whilst working for him.  Not having many alternatives, you hesitantly accepted, silently wondering how you could have gotten yourself into such a mess.  With that, he led you upstairs to a small room that was to serve as your quarters, excusing himself to retrieve some sheets and blankets for the currently bare bed.  As he made to leave, you called out to him, giving him a heartfelt thanks before asking him what his name was.  At your question, a knowing smile spread his lips, answering you could simply call him Undertaker.

As with many things with your relationship with Undertaker, the confession of his feelings was sudden and fairly unexpected.  It had only taken a few short weeks for you to realize that you felt something for him and six months to know that those feelings were true.  He was odd, both as an employer and a person.  You would often catch him mumbling things about balances of chemicals and temperature and the like before disappearing to the cellar for hours on end-a cellar you were forbidden from entering.  He would often answer your questions with cryptic sayings, which would leave you more boggled than when you had first asked the question.  And he seemed to enjoy his work...a little too much, given that he dealt with death every day.  But you soon accepted his quirks as part of his eccentric personality and found yourself comfortably settling into life with him.  In all your time with him, he had never done or said anything untoward, never asked for you to repay him with sexual favors, something you had continued to fear would occur even a month into your employment.  In fact, he had never so much as touched you and, though you found the desire for him to do so growing with every day you continued your lives together, you appreciated his respect of your person.  Undertaker had not given much indication as to his feelings towards you, both romantic or platonic. Just a phrase here or there that would rekindle the spark of hope within you that maybe, just maybe there might be a whisper of a chance he would return your feelings.  However, almost a year into your employment, not a word of true confirmation had been spoken and that hope eventually died.  As despondent you had been at the realization, you took comfort in the fact you had a roof over your head, a warm bed, a full belly, and protection from a man who didn’t take advantage of your situation.  That was infinitely better than the alternatives of starvation or having to sell your body you were faced with but a year ago.  So to say you were caught off guard when Undertaker finally confessed his feelings for you was quite the understatement, especially given the circumstances under which it happened.  A customer had come in, demanding to speak to Undertaker directly.  He seemed to be one of the more unsavory clients from the Underworld who would occasionally visit, either for information or either needing to use his trade.  Undertaker had been working in the cellar all afternoon, so when the client continued to insist on speaking to him immediately, you found yourself at the top of the cellar stairs, calling down for him.  After several tries, he gave no acknowledgement of having heard you and, despite your better judgement, you began descending the dark staircase.  With each step the air became thicker, laden with chemicals to the point that by the time you had reached the halfway point, you had to cover your nose and mouth to stop your coughing.  That was when he cornered you against the wall, his voice low and threatening as he asked why you were there.  You stammered as you explained the situation, to which he sighed and ordered you back upstairs.  Shaken by his behavior, you sprinted back upstairs to the shoppe, quickly mumbling to the client that Undertaker would be with him presently before hiding yourself in the mortuary for the rest of the time the shoppe was open.  After your work was finished, you did all you could to avoid him until you had safely, and uncommonly early, retired to your room for the night.  Awhile later, a knock came to your door, Undertaker’s weary voice requesting that you let him in.  Not wanting to anger him further, you obeyed his wishes, cautiously coming to sit beside him on your bed.  After a minute or two of tense silence, he apologized for his actions and explained that the reason why he had forbade you from entering the cellar was because of the special work-dangerous work he was doing down there.  He looked down, thumb rubbing over one of the mourning lockets that was always on his person, as he continued saying he reacted so strongly earlier because you reminded him of someone he used to be close with, someone he had loved.  He pressed on, silver locks still covering his face, as he confessed that he had, in fact, come to love you as well and he never wanted to see you harmed by the dangerous things held within the cellar.

Even after having confessed his feelings for you, things did not progress quickly between the two of you, at least not physically.  Undertaker would touch you now, oh god, how he loved to touch you.  Every moment the two of you worked together, his hand would be somewhere on your person-your hand, your arm, your shoulder, your back.  He seemed to take comfort in finally allowing himself to ground his being in your presence.  On occasion, you would even kiss.  But his actions never moved beyond the realm of loving tenderness...and you had reached your limit.  However, you had resolved to extend him the same courtesy he had shown towards your person and never forced the issue.  But, you realized as you stared up at your bedroom ceiling, chest heaving as your body relaxed in the wake of your climax, you didn’t know how much longer you could last without his hands being the ones to work you over the edge.  It was after the accident that things changed.  You had been unintentionally careless with a bottle of embalming chemicals and it broke, slicing and burning your hands in the process.  Lady Dalles said that, thankfully, the damage would not be permanent, but it would take some time to fully heal and regain the function of your hands.  So, to spare you from having to overtax your hands, Undertaker began assisting you with daily tasks, including dressing.  A few weeks after the accident, he had joined you as he would in the evenings to help you out of your day things and into your nightwear.  In those weeks, your daily dressing and undressing began to become increasingly tense, each day he would take a little longer, his touch lingering on your skin a few breaths more, and you found yourself wishing you could see his damn eyes so you could know what he was thinking.  One of those nights, your ritual continued as always. Except there was something in the stiffness of his stance, the faltering of his warm breath which fanned over the back of your neck and shoulders, the intense focus he seemed to be giving your reflection as your breasts swelled within the confines of your corset with every breath you took that told you that tonight would be different.  A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers ghosted across your shoulders and trailed up the sensitive skin of your neck.  Your heart thrummed with eager expectation as you watched his reflection as he leaned against you, his hands coming to grip your hips as he lowered his lips to the curve of your neck, whispering against your skin that he was sorry, but he couldn’t resist any longer before placing a searing kiss on your flesh.  Things quickly escalated, ending in the tangle of your sweat slick bodies lying together in mutual post coital bliss, the floor of your room littered with garments long forgotten.  It was a night of many firsts for you, but the part you came to treasure the most was the first view you had ever gotten of his enchanting, phosphoric eyes.

Undertaker’s love of physical touch is, if anything, amplified when you have sex.  He cannot get enough of the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers, his lips and he is vocal in reminding you of that.  That being the case, one of his favorite things to do for foreplay is for you to restrain his hands in some way, depriving him of being able to touch you while you in turn explore his body with the same care and attention he would show yours.  You work him up into a dizzying state of anticipation and longing until he can no longer bear it, easily escaping or breaking his bonds, no matter their construct, before eagerly grabbing hold of you, driving you wild with the same skill you had executed on him.  He appreciates your vocal nature as well, having an undiscovered praise kink.  There’s nothing that will make him come faster than your moans of pleasure as you’re in the throes of your orgasm, screaming his name, praises of how good he makes you feel falling from your lips like a mantra.

You find Undertaker’s ineptitude when it comes to knowing what to do with you when you’re sick as endearing as it is frustrating.  When you asked him about it one time, he shrugged his shoulders and explained he hadn’t worried about such things in some time and, given he now worked exclusively with the dead, he had lost whatever knowledge he had gained about treating the infirmities of the living.  So, whenever you become ill, you have to be direct in communicating what you need.  However, once he has instruction, he is more than willing to provide you with what you asked.  His tries, but his bedside manner just isn’t the best.

Undertaker isn’t often in the mood for sex, which he explained has nothing to do with his desire for you, but rather his body’s condition doesn’t allow for frequent sex.  At first you hadn’t believed such an odd explanation, fearing he had found something about you that displeased him, but just hadn’t worked up the courage to tell you about it.  However, there was once when you had managed to fuck two days in a row and after the second time, he had quickly fallen asleep and remained in a slumbering state...for three days straight.  You had begun to worry, frequently coming up to check and make sure he was still breathing.  Fortunately, the third day he awoke, rather disoriented and ravenously hungry.  It had taken the rest of that day to nurture him back into his normal self and it was then that you realized he had, in fact, been telling you the truth.  So when he is in the mood, he likes to draw it out as much as possible.  The whole day will be spent with him touching and kissing places that he knows will work you up, whispering the things he’d love to do to you if you weren’t working, but never proceeding beyond teasing until you’ve closed the shoppe for the day.  If he’s feeling particularly adventurous, he will disappear underneath your skirts while you’re still working in the shoppe and will tease you with his tongue until you almost climax, but will stop just before you do, giving your cheek a quick kiss before whispering in your ear that good things come to those who wait.

I hope you enjoyed those headcanons.  My apologies for some of them being pretty lengthy, but I wanted to give some context to some of them and I got a little carried away, lol.  But thank you again for your support and for following me.  I appreciate it so much!

Also, if anyone else is interested in a “100 followers celebration” ask, feel free to send one over.  There are still three available. For guidelines, check out the post I made about the celebration or you can reach out to me directly. 

*Note: Credit goes to Kumaqi for the incredible Undertaker cosplay that I used in the creation of the moodboard. (https://twitter.com/kumaqiii/status/925669701266563072)

[bxstiae]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; mun & muse - meme.

tagged by: i took it from @wildshero tagging: anybody who wants to i guess.... um... @lupihero / @hyaciiintho / @origcmibird / @dansiere / @drakslay / @fellcarnate / @gerudofury / @aerialarcher​ / there i added people. 

fill out & repost ♥ this meme definitely favors canons more, but i hope oc’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. multi-muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au ( dependent on verse ) / canon-divergent / fandomless

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO / MAYBE

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO / MAYBE

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. ( it honestly depends who you ask, and when in the story it is. )

How strictly do you follow canon?  — I follow enough canon to not change the plot, but its very VERY lore heavy. and it diverges post game as well. Not to mention there are some discrepancies with my Link as well. namely his eye colour. his personality is BIT more jaded than canon. but then again, he is a character that is ( in theory ) YOU. so its how YOU play the game. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.  — i mean. idk im not really a sellout in general....?? he’s... extremely interesting in the fact that you have a tired man(tm) who’s just about done with the world at such a young age. he’s the hero of hyrule, and has done many feats. he has interesting stories to tell. and he’s not at all a boring person. he’s a bit quirky, has a fan-base, and overall, who WOULDN’T want to interact with link? i mean its LINK. after all... not to mention that he’s not really PREDICTABLE for the most part. I mean he is kind of but also not at all. I just??? i think a lot of people find him interesting? he’s also very attentive at times. you literally have to throw a rock and he will look your direction. 

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  — he is a selective mute. he WILL not talk. he will not approach you. you HAVE to approach him.... while he tends to be ‘OP’ he really isn’t. he’s still very much a human, and will react as such. its very hard to approach cause he has that ‘intimidating feel’ and lets not forget that he really does straight up ignore people if hey dont say anything to him. in that aspect it’s hard to interact with him. because its not like he ‘tunnel visions’ but he just wont pay attention to you if there is nothing to pay attention to. 

What inspired you to rp your muse?  — he’s been a muse for me since 2012. just always put on the backburner for a reason. but really? link was the ONE character that I could relate to. he was my go to guy. really. in high school, i struggled with friends and a lot of other things. but i pushed through. and honestly. link was ALWAYS a character that i turned to for that. it happened with Skyward Sword as well. when BOTW came out it was the same way. BOTW was my go to game in college because of link. so when i finally gt the wiiu version and started playing TP again, i was like. YEP im making him again. cause yes. the themes in TP are all themes that are right up my alley too. so of course i am going to find inspiration there. I ALSO found inspiration when i found some celtic music as well. I listen to msic when i write my replies. and when i was writing a reply on another blog. i found some celtic music and i just had THAT MOOD. 

What keeps your inspiration going? — the game. celtic music. honestly art. vines. anythign that reminds me of TP Link keeps me going. some of the interactions i have keep me going. the PLOTS i have keep me going.

Some more personal questions for the mun.

give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO. 

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO. ( lol yea. )

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO. ( i mean i love to write drabbles tbh. I don’t think i have on link, but I would always LOVE to. though if you look at some of my asks, they can be considered drabbles. lololol i love to write. )

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO ( link is the ONE muse i never EVER lose confidence in. which is why he is such a strong character for me. link is me. straight up. and i think somebody asked me that too. he’s NOT a self insert but. i can relate SO much to him in so many ways. but i love the way i portray him cause he is very unique. i just hope that my confidence doesn’t SCARE duplicates and other people cause i would never want people to be intimidated by THIS fact that i am confident. )

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. ( lol yea. honestly i love to write. though my style always changed and sometimes i worry about that. cause sometimes i have prose and sometimes i dont. but im an adaptable writer which i always loved about myself. )

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. ( yea. both. i am both. im sensitive ooc but want to say shit about my portrayal. i don’t really care. say shit about me, and then i get upset and sad. )

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  — depends n the criticism. I say this all the time. theres constructive criticism. and then theres. just plain hate. I accept anything thats constructive. I want to know what i need to work on or what people would want to see. link is an ever-changing muse. i learn and grow and i will take anything thats told to me nicely without the hate.

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  — PLEASE. jsut send them my way i LOVE all the questions and character development. you dont even have to be a mutual for that.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  — yes and no. i mean its my HC. you are allowed to disagree with my HC. hoenstly. thats the beauty of INTERPRETATIONS. i dont expect every TP link out there to agree with all of my HCs. so long as we can all be mature adults about it and talk normally with one another. we gucci. like we are allowed to have different HCs. and honestly. I would want to know because i would want to know what YOU think about the ‘canon.’ cause it’s different. i like those differences.

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  — idk why they would? its link? its the protag. and in a way its supposed to be different for each person anyway??? its like taking Robin or Corrin from FE. like people are allwoed to disagree with the portrayal i GUESS? but i don’t understand why anybody would like stragiht up HATE the portrayal. its just different? idk. 

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  — see above tbh. but honestly. depends. do you hate him for the portrayal. or do you hate him cause of his character personality. like you’re allowed to interact with ‘bad’ characters. not that i think anybody would HATE link? but you know i could be wrong??? idk how to answer this cause what do you mean by hate? you can hate a character. but still interact with them??? idk how to compute this question???

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  — yes and no. honestly. i know i make mistakes. but i don’t want grammar nazi’s. i write to relax. the only time i would want people to tell me is if they were trying to figure out what i meant. does that make sense. like if they are confused on something. then its okay to tell me. otherwise if its something that is just a small mistake that you can ignore. then its no big deal. its also how you approach me too. like approach with caution. i am a delicate flower. so don’t attack me for making a mistake.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  i am VERY VERY easygoing!!! I want to say im VERY kind. i am very accepting and EXTREMELY FORGIVING. no joke. I want to be the kindest person out there. I dont want people to be intimidated by me. I don’t want people to be scared of hurt by me. hoenstly. I am a very nice person. I may have different opinions but i am VERY respectful to everybody even those i do not agree with. Nobody should ever feel weird about me like ever okay? please don’t. I never want bad blood. so if something ever happens between us. you are always ALWAYS more than welcome to come talk to me when emotions have fizzled out. I am very apologetic too. so like?? idk??? who would???? consider me??? and asshole??? im tired. and i shut my door fast but its mainly cause... i am tired. nothing else has to do with it. i am very excitable and happy for people who talk to me. i consider ANYBODY who talks to me a friend. im jsut??? no really. i know people are shy. but im over her a big tired ball of fluff. i only want love and happiness for people. anybody who’s talked to me can testify to this. ♥♥

that’s about it, congrats for filling out!

[akemiozawa]

Big Sister

note:

This’ll be a 3 part story, and of course inspired by @sintheyokai and her scenario of Vil’s niece, Ebony.

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Trina, you have a call!

Trina snatches her phone off her desk and held it to her ear, while tugging on her other boot.

“Trina here!” She chirped.

“Hi Trina!” A bright voice sounded.

The brunette’s eyes widened. “Aunt Momokase?!”

“Yes! How’re you doing?”

The girl stood, awestruck, before stammering out,

“I-I’m fine. And you?” She tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Well...” Momo sighed before continuing, “I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I’ve got a giant sushi order that needs to be taken care of for a cocktail party this weekend. And my usual babysitter got sick with the flu. So...would it be too much to ask of you to watch the kids for me this weekend?”

Trina’s surprise grew, then her lips set into a smile.

“No! It’s no trouble at all!” And she wasn’t lying. She loved her little cousins more than anything!

“Oh, thanks so much!” Her aunt was relieved.

“So, when would be a good day to start watching them?”

“Uh...about that, I’m actually waiting in the main hall with the Headmaster at this moment....”

And cue the sound of a record scratching.

“Oh...” Trina trailed off, completely caught off guard. She whipped her head to the clock on her desk. It wasn’t that late for a Friday afternoon. All her classes were finished and she had plenty of time before the dinner bell.

“Hold on, Mo! I’ll be right there!” She declared and clicked off her phone before her aunt could respond.

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Ortho knocked on the dark blue door, and stepped back waiting for an answer. Not five seconds have passed before Trina’s face appears in the open doorway.

“Oh, hey, Ortho!” She smiled.

“Hi Trina! I just got a notice from the Headmaster, he needs to see you!” The younger Shroud brother informed.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way!” She smirked and ran through the dark halls, not looking back.

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By the time she got to the front doors, she had a light row of sweat along her forehead. But through her ragged breathing, she could clearly see her aunt speaking with Crowley with two small bodies clutching close to her legs.

“Auntie!” She waved and sped over.

The young woman with medium-long black hair with blue highlights and green eyes, with a delicate face turned towards her voice and smiled. But as she opened her mouth to speak, the two smaller bodies ran in the opposite direction towards Trina, simultaneously crying,

“Big Sis!!!”

Trina knelt down just in time as the two children were enveloped in her arms. She cradled them close to her as she smiled gently.

She drew back to look at the two.

“Hello Breelyn! Hi Brayden!”

The two in question looked up at her: one had bright green eyes, matching Aunt Mo’s, and mid-back length brown hair in gently curled waves. The other had electric blue eyes, mirroring Trina’s, and noticeable combed down black hair. But both had matching beige skin and wide smiles.

“We missed you!” The blue-eyed boy exclaimed.

“When will you come home?” The brunette girl whined.

Trina smiles with sympathy, “I’m sorry, little ones. I’ve still time here until I can come back. But I promise, I’d never forget you two!” She lightly pinched their cheeks before hugging them again.

Aunt Mo, who was watching the heartfelt exchange with a smile, laughs delicately. “It’s so good to see you, Trinity.”

“Hi, Aunt Mo.” She smiled back. After Trina left for Night Raven, her aunt called her to congratulate her on the news. Even before NRC, Momokase was the only person Trina had trusted with everything. Well, most things. After being accepted, they maintained contact with each other despite the borders of Night Raven.

“While you were on your way, I was speaking with the Headmaster. I’ve told him how Bree and Brad looked up to you and wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Yes, if these two are extraordinary as you claim, Ms. Mikazuchi, I’d be glad to take them in when they’re of age.” Headmaster Crowley stood on Mo’s right, smiling in agreement.

Trina knew the whole story: Mo’s husband, Trina’s uncle, got called in for a job halfway across the country a year and a half ago, and wouldn’t be back for quite a while. But video called the family when he had the chance. During this time, Trina decide to step in her uncle’s place and help Mo around the house. It was a hassle: juggling her academics and houselife, against her father’s wishes, but Trina loved her aunt. During the time spent, Trina became a regular face around Mo’s house, the twins made it a regular habit to call her “Big Sister” due to their attachment towards her as an older figure they’ll never have. They loved watching her build gadgets from their age, and still do. After learning about Trina’s new abilities during a get together, it was around the time as well when they, too, developed their own magical attributes. While Bree was growing in Ambient Energy Manipulation and Force Field Generation, Brad had a knack for Quantum Artillery and Digital Weaponry. Both of which had amazed Mo and Trina.

“I’d bet they’d be wonderful!” Trina giggled. After getting back up, with the twins now glued to her, Mo handed her two kid sized suitcases.

“Okay, I’ve packed them some extra clothes, bathroom appliances and a first aid kit, books and things if they ever get bored, snacks, drinks, and some little things they’ve been working on.” Trina nodded in understandment.

“Bye you two!” She cradled the two children in her arms, giving them raspberries as they giggled. “Take care of each other and Trina!”

“Yes, mom.” They said in sync. After another exchanged goodbye, aunt Mo was jogging out the door, while the two twins cling to Trina’s outstretched hands as the three walked back to Ignihyde.

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It was around 6:30 in the evening when it was time to eat. In the common room, which was fairly empty, save for a few students dotted here and there, Trina heated up the twin’s favorite food: Noodle burgers, and popped in a DVD of Big Chibi 6 cartoons for the twins to watch on the big tv. Meanwhile, Trina sat at the couch while fidgeting with her a few of her Scan Jammers, which had busted a few weeks back. That was the last time she’d let the Diasomnia first years use them. Just as she put her nose pliers down,

“Sis! We’re done!” Bree sounded. Trina looked up to see the twins with their plates and cups empty on the coffee table���s end.

“Okay, go ahead and put the dishes away, wash up and we’ll get started on our video games!” Trina instructed. Silently nodding, the two grabbed them and ran off to the small kitchen.

As Trina gathered her tools, she felt someone watching her. Smiling, she turned to see Idia walking into the common room.

“Oh! Uh...hello, Trina...” the dorm leader waved anxiously, a small smile present.

“Hey, Idia. Another leader meeting?” She walked over to him.

“Y-Yea.” He answered shortly. “Wh-what are you doing out here? You’re...normally in your room at this time...”

Before Trina could answer,

“IDIA!!!!”

And cue the twins running in and koala-hugging his long-ass legs while he gasps in surprise, while trying not to fall on his back.

He looks up at Trina in confusion, who mouths to him “That’s why” as her answer. Smiling, she says, “Okay, you two. Give him some room before he passes out.” And like nice, the two scurry to their Sister.

The third year looks in confusion at the Trio. “Idia, say hello to Brayden-” the boy at her left waves. “-and Breelyn.” The girl at her right smiles sweetly. “They’re my aunt Mo’s kids. I’m watching ‘em for the weekend. Bree, Brad, Idia Shroud. He’s in charge of Ignihyde. And he and his little brother, Ortho, are close friends of mine.” At the mention of his brother’s name, Ortho comes walking in.

“Oh! Hi Big Brother! Hi Trina! And hey Bree; Brad!” The lil bot waves. The twins wave back with equal enthusiasm.

“They...th-hey know m-me?” Idia stuttered one disbelief. Trina nods.

“After I moved into Night Raven, I’ve talked with my aunt and told her about you and the others. And let’s just say, you, and the other leads, got some pretty big fans.” At that, the twins scurried to Idia and started spewing one question after another. They were talking too fast for the third year to keep up.

“What kind of things did you invent?”

“Do you really use the River of Styx as your personal swimming pool?”

“How mad do you have to be for your hair to turn red?!”

“I heard some students in Octavinelle use your head as a barbecue grill, and for roasting marshmallows!”

“IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CYBORG BOYFRIEND NAMED AL?!”

Trina tried to hide her grin behind her hand, as did Ortho, but Idia looked close to fainting at that question.

“Okay, you two! That’s enough!” Trina laughed. She motioned for Ortho to take Idia to his room. The younger Shroud nodded and gently took his brother’s hand.

“Cmon, big brother! Let’s get you settled from the meeting.” In a daze, Idia didn’t bother responding and followed silently.

As soon as the two were out of sight, Trina smirked at the kids down at her.

“Who’s up for some Mario Kart?”

“ME!!!!”

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The headcanons belong to @twistedwonderlandimagines and a brief cameo of @oiseaunoir11 b/c Idia and Al are so cute! pt. 2 is coming soon.