#nagi x idate

[dudd-ie]

Nagi:"oji-sama te quiero ¡por favor solo olvidate de esa odiosa osa polar!"

Idate("shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan,shirokuma-chan-)

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Me senti chistoso hoy,pido perdon 😔🤡

No pude evitarlo,cada que veía ese meme me recordaba a nagi y idate por alguna razón .

[vocalist2d]

Shipping info

Takes a deep breath... (Content warning: -all fictional- incest, underaged character x adult character and possibly abusive relationship mentions. If those make you uncomfortable, the cut is underneath for a reason. Don’t interact with the post if they do. Thank you.)

The World Ends With You: Joshua x Neku, Joshua x Hanekoma, Nagi x Minamimoto, Fret x Rindo, Beat x Rhyme, Uzuki x Kariya

One Piece: Sanji x Zoro, Luffy x Ace 

Sk8: Langa x Reki, Tadashi x Adam, Tadashi x Reki

HypMic: Saburo x Jiro, Jiro x Ichiro, Jakurai x Ramuda, Dice x Ramuda, Samatoki x Ichiro, Ramuda x almost every HypMic character honestly, Doppo x Hifumi, Sasara x Rosho, Rei x Ichijiku, Rei x Otome, Kanaria x Nemu

Kingdom Hearts: Axel x Kairi, Sora x Donald Duck

The Gray Garden: Kcalb x Etihw, Adauchi x Emalf, Yosafire x Froze

Wadanohara AtGBS: Samekichi x Wadanohara

Other Okegom ships: Gris x Idate

Enstars: Rei x Ritsu, Ritsu x Mao

A3!: Misumi x Tenma, Itaru x Citron, Juza x Banri, Muku x Yuki

Pokémon: Ash/Satoshi x Goh/Gou, N x Hilbert

Persona 5: Akira x Akechi, Ryuji x Ann

Magi: Ja’far x Sinbad, Judal x Hakuryuu, Ja’far x Judal, Ja’far x Alibaba, Kougyoku x Sinbad, Alibaba x Aladdin, Alibaba x Morgiana, Vittel x Mahad, Drakon x Sinbad

Hamatora: Ratio x Birthday

Final Fantasy 15: Noctis x Prompto

Banana Fish: Eiji x Ash

Arcana Famiglia: Liberta x Nova, Felicita x Luca

As Miss Beelzebub Likes: Beelzebub x Mullin, Belphegor x Azazel, Astaroth x Sargatanas, Eurynome x Dantalion

Resident Evil: Ada x Leon, Claire x Steve

Pretty Boy Detective Club: Mayumi x Lai, Hyouta x Rei

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dazai x Atsushi, Akutagawa x Higuchi, Kyouka x Atsushi, Junichirou x Naomi, Edogawa Ranpo x Edgar Allan Poe

Danganronpa: Togami x Touko, Kirigiri x Makoto

Dramatical Murder: Aoba x Noiz, Aoba x Clear

Fate: Rin Tohsaka x Archer

Hitorijime My Hero: Kousuke x Setagawa

Horimiya: Miyamura x Hori

Ikebukuro West Gate Park (more focused on the live action version, anime form of the ship is good too): Makoto x King

Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun: Hanako x Nene, Minamoto x Mitsuba

Junjou Romantica: Misaki x Usagi, Shinobu x Miyagi

Blood Blockade Battlefront: Zapp x Leo, Chain x Steven, William x Leo, William x Mary

Talentless Nana: Nana x Michiru

Nanbaka: Juugo x Uno, Momoko x Hajime

Osomatsu-San: Todomatsu x Karamatsu, Ichimatsu x Jyushimatsu, Ichimatsu x Karamatsu, Osomatsu x Choromatsu

Pandora Hearts: Gilbert x Oz

Yuri On Ice!!!: Yuri x Victor, Otabek x Yurio, Phicit x Yuri

Yarichin Bitch-bu: Yuri x Tooru

Haikyuu: Kageyama x Hinata, Kuro x Kenma

Thor movies: Thor x Loki

Genshin Impact: Lumine x Childe, Lumine x Kaeya, Lumine x Venti

[sweetgirl90-mily]

Sensei tienes un headcannon de saldate (sal x idate)? (Yo los shipeo :""v)

:v Erh...

No lo tengo (?

Básicamenteporque yo shippeo a Sal con Mikotsu y a Idate con Nagi xD

Yo a ellos los veo más com amigos que coinciden en muchas cosas.

[sightofspira]

Sight without Seeing & Singing your Song

Two cute, bitesized ficlets exploring Nagi & Idate’s relationship between themselves and with whale-song. Technically set in the Final Fantasy X universe - but this is barely referenced. The only context needed: Nagi & Idate live with Rock and share a single room and bed. Rock sleeps in the living room. It’s cramped and awful and really not the best, but it’s what they have. Idate is essentially Nagi’s dad after she lost her father at a young age.  -- PART 1: SIGHT WITHOUT SEEING.  He came in the room, instantly recognisable by the stench of tobacco that clung to him. He shuffled around in his coat, throwing it carelessly on the floor and kicking something out of the way as he, with a groan, collapsed into bed. Nagi shuffled, huffing and filling her cheeks with air. It wasn’t fair, the way he’d do that. Just burst in here out of nowhere, disturbing the quiet moments she had been savouring with herself and the room. Couldn’t be helped, she guessed, as the stench of cigarettes mixed stale with fresh and a trail of smoke passed across her vision. “There’s something wrong with you”, she stated, matter-of-factly, and curled away from him. 

“Haha. You really think so?” He replied, annoyingly shuffling around and doing who knows what, the whole bed rocking. “… Turn the light out”, she said, eyes focusing on nothing in particular. “Good grief,” he sighed. “You think that’s fair? Insulting me and then not even replying when I answer? You’re so rude.” “Just turn the light out. Rotten.” “Rotten?!” “Yeah.” He was laughing, a deep, wheezing laugh that briefly shot up into a whistle. “Damn. Okay. Guess we found out what was wrong with me then. Something’s gone and died in me, lungs folded up, liver turned to soup, pancreas rotting away.” “Just like an old man.” “Haha, wow. Looks like you’re rotten too. Seems like your heart’s gone.” Nagi turned and lifted her legs, but before she could kick him, the light flickered out. She sighed, the last annoying blip of light coming from his cigarette each time he stuck it in his stupid, crooked mouth. But, at least, a long blip of silence followed that - as he seemed to just enjoy his cigarette. She concentrated on the drifts of smoke, her mind unwinding to those abstract, pretty swirls. She watched the way his fingers played along the cigarette, the almost elegant shape his hand formed as he tapped ash onto the floor. But whatever serene thoughts she was having were quickly interrupted. “Hey, so. Why don’t we find out?” She groaned, pulling the covers up over her head. “Find out what?” “What’s gone wrong in us. Where we’re all rotten. Play a bit of doctor diagnosis.” “…” “Come on Nagster.” “The only rotten thing is your mushy brain.” She rolled away from him, imagining a world where she was asleep. “Haha, maybe. Why don’t we find out. Sing.” And at that, her eyes snapped open. She swallowed her excitement, keeping her body still. But she couldn’t help but betray herself. not arguing against his every suggestion as she usually would - and let her lips gently open. It began with an eerie croak, like bubbles bursting in her throat. And then he began to sing, too, his croaking closer to clicks and more confident - a slow, rattling sound. But when he did that, oh, when they did that - it reshaped the world. Even though her eyes could only see the slight outline of the edge of her quilt, in her mind, she could see this whole room. Every inch of mess, every speck of dirt suddenly so vibrant and palatable, as though she could taste the room from the sound in her mouth. The stacks of unread newspapers and rolls of toilet paper and the salvaged mess of unneeded tech collected from god knows what corners of Spira. Each thing with its own distinct shape, forming like a texture in her mouth, in her throat, formed perfectly in her mind. And then, his voice encouraging her, she sang louder - excitement driving her confidence. Their voices melting through one another, the sound of the world as he saw it reverberating in her head and vice versa. The images he could see - beyond these paper-thin walls and rotten tiles, beyond their tiny living room and cluttered hallway, out into the streets. Colourless at first but married to their memories, the red of Bevelle a sharp sweet texture and they saw it together, their street with the cluster of markets and late-night partiers forming slowly. She could feel the hair on their skin, the stretch of their intestines, the way their stomaches pushed food and alcohol together as she felt them stumble, and for a moment, it was as if she was stumbling too. She grew drunk on this sight, this overwhelming sight that, as they sang more and more, was nothing like seeing. To see meant that she had to focus her eyes ahead of her, but this was like the whole street was within her mind all at once and all the torn papers and piss and dancing drunkards and spilled bottles and high buildings and sleeping children and arguing, loving, fighting, screaming, laughing adults were all at once part of her and him. And as they sang, she could see the individual indents on his lips, the scratches in his lungs, the rhythmic tug of his heart. And she laughed, she couldn’t help it. It just came with being so overwhelmed, that laugh soon mixing with his and they half laughed, half sang together. Half laughing, half singing, as they saw Rock get up from the sofa, angrily pacing towards the room, and they were giggling already at the thrill of being told off - long before he threw the door open. “Shut the fuck up! You sound like shitty old machina, grinding right in my fucking ear.” And that was that for their singing, because then they were just laughing. And yet, for all she’d searched his body for rotting parts - for all she’d scanned his brain and it’s infinite network of pulsing electric this way and that, she hadn’t been able to see any of that darkness that would soon take him away. So then, for then, she just laughed.

PART TWO: SINGING YOUR SONG.  They went to the ocean, hand in hand. It wasn’t like this was the first time they had ever gone, but it was the first time that he asked her to sing. She couldn’t remember how old she was, but old enough to remember the cold wind lashing the surface of the water and the fear that those thundering waves might push them under for good. He had covered her eyes, she remembered, so that she would not be afraid. The warmth of his skin on his face and cupped in her hand was enough to distract her from the ocean’s bite as it rose up over her dress, over her chest, over her head. Her breath stopped, and they walked beneath the roar of the waves and into a pocket of dark calm below. He did not lift his fingers from her eyes, and she remembered walking for what felt like a forever, and yet her lungs did not yet burn with that urgent need to get to the surface. And then he lent down, lips so close to her ear, and told her, ‘sing’. She started with a gurgling noise much like the ocean around her, letting it tremble out and turn into a gasp as images came flooding in. So, so much quicker than on the land - so much further, so much clearer, a wave of hyper-focused detail flooding her mind. It made those cute little sing-songs they did in bed together seem like surrealist paintings. He did not uncover her eyes, but he didn’t need to. In just one small trill of clicks she’d seen every pore of leather in his gloves, the tendons beneath pulling ever so slightly, his blood pulsing like her heart, desperately beating against its prison like a bird in a coffin. And just like a bird, as she dared herself to sing again, a little louder this time - a pulse of sound overlaid with a barrage of clicks, she heard that great blue expanse and saw the sky. Just as he had told her about how far away the stars were, which was why their song could never reach them, why staring up at those dark heavens scared her so much as it was a world beyond her senses and that distance must have been forever long - so too, this ocean. Its depths unreachable, her sound dying out into a phase of unreadable black. And yet, unlike the sky, she could soar. And in just this one little song, she could hear, feel, taste a million heartbeats. Her singing growing louder, those million heartbeats multiplying. An overwhelming expanse of life, of things swimming and playing and killing and eating and fleeing and singing, singing just like her, a thousand million trillion beating hearts all screaming out ‘I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive’. This whole ocean, as far as her sound would go, seemed to breathe and hum with life, with so many things jostling to declare in their proud heartbeats - I’m here, I exist, I’m alive. And there, so close to her, that unique pulse and pull, that sound that could only be his. He was so close it was as though her own internal sounds mixed with his, a blur of heartbeats that marched together, a genetic miracle that she could taste in her own mouth. And then he sang. A whirl of clicks and pulses, long and short, crashing against her mind. A wail of images, the ocean overlapping in her head and the detail overwhelming, as though he was filling in the blanks in her voice, his calls both blurring and clarifying in a scrawled mess. But his heartbeat, his shape of his mind, his lungs, his gurgling blood his fluttering eyelashes his slight twitch in his mouth that she could see without seeing all seemed to be saying, ‘we’re alive, we’re alive, we’re alive.’ And he rejoiced in that sound, releasing his hand from her face and swirling away from her, drifting in an long arch and singing his song. Singing the ocean’s song. And she could not help but feel, as they whistled in unison, that their images blended together. That their shapes lost themselves in their own calls, that the universe blurred into an endless expanse of heartbeats and twitching gills and flashing tails and fins and bodies, their own image so helplessly lost in amongst that - even as her eyes saw only the dark and the flecks of light from far above. And yet she knew the unique quake of his heart, knew how to pinpoint it in amongst the billions of others - knew it because it was the same as her own. He looked at her, the colour of his eyes she could see and the feel of them she could hear. He smiled at her, a long, pointy toothed smile whose tongue gums skull brain and the beat of neurones she could feel behind it all. And she twirled, as though the waves really had pushed her down, and she forgot if she or he or both were singing and for a moment, dissipated. She closed her eyes. It was as though all her skin, bones, self just melted away - as though none of that ever really mattered, and there was just this. Their song. That heartbeat. This singing sea. When she opened her eyes again, he was long gone. The ocean was just as full as it always had been, with different actors and a different chorus of heartbeats all singing out. And though she knew her heartbeat so well, because it was the same as his - what it said was something different. She thrust her head out above the waves, and breathed in the empty sky. 

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[dudd-ie]

recien levantado* —>Idate:"... ¿? ¿nagi?"

Idate:"mi hermano no me aviso que vendrías a visitarme hoy..."

Idate:"¿como entraste aquí?"

Quería espiarlo mientras dormía —> nagi

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Dato canon del día,nagi esta consciente del enamoramiento de idate por rocma*

Mi duda es¿como nagi se dio cuenta?

Idate le hablo ella ? Ya sabemos que él suele hablar mucho de rocma con rock(canon)...¿puede que a nagi también le haya contado?

Si no fue ese el caso, significa que nagi sola se dio cuenta de lo loco que se volvió su tio por rocma,lo que me llega a pensar ¿fue idate tan dolorosamente obvio sobre su crush con rocma?

Yo creo que si.

Con lo insultamente simp que es idate con rocma cualquiera se daria cuenta...

¿Entonces porque carajo me siento como el único en el fandom que apoya fervientemente la etapa simp de idate?💀💀

[sweetgirl90-mily]

when cual es tu head canon de nagi x idate

Por ahora está un poco soso... Pero imaginando... suponiendo... teniendo el head canon en el que Nagi no se come la cola de Idate... :’)

Creo que... Ella al ver que no obtiene la atención que desea realmente de Idate, se rinde de tratar de enamorarlo, pero en el fondo lo sigue amando.

Al crecer y hacerse más madura e interesante, Idate empieza a llamarle más la atención que antes aunque lo disimula.

Es un proceso muy lento, pero se terminaría enamorando de ella.

Supongo que como pareja... Los veo de esas que son tranquilas y extrañamente inocentes (Lo digo por Idate). Él a ella la aprecia y respeta más que a cualquier otra chica y jamás demuestra el mismo trato que tuvo con Rocma. Con Nagi sí puede ser un caballero... Pero con los demás seguirá siendo el mismo hdp xd

Y Nagi es muy mimosa con él, pero conserva su actitud algo fría y seria con los demás.

[sweetgirl90-mily]

dulce, ¿que tipo de incesto te gusta y no te gusta? porque ya sabemos que te gusta el incesto de madre e hijo y entre hermanos, pero que hay de el incesto entre primos(as), padre e hijo(a), tio(a) y sobrino(a), entre medios hermanos(a),y otros

A ver, me gusta de padres/madres e hij@s, hermanos (Gemelos, mellizos...), primos, medios hermanos... Entre tío y sobrino también, como es en el caso del Idate x Nagi.

Creo que hasta ahora por el único que no he mostrado interés es en Abuel@ x Niet@ :v Aunque no sé si no me gusta, te lo diré cuando aparezca alguna pareja que me guste. Aunque ese tipo de parejas me gustan más cuando los personajes son sobrenaturalmente inmortales.

Mientras la pareja se ame pura y dulcemente no me disgustará. Las parejas incesto que no me gustan son cuando hay violaciones, ignorancia de una de las partes (usualmente del menor) o cuando uno solo quiere sexo y el otro cede porque cree estar enamorado de él, independientemente de qué tipo de incesto sean.