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Carnations

A/N: Commission for my bby, @teaflavoredwitch! I had so much fun writing this, thank you for supporting me & being my bestie, Tea! ILY 5EVER!!! Gale Dekarios x Original Tiefling Character, fluff, angst, post-Act 3, Gale doesn't blow his ass up, Mystra mentioned, marriage proposal, established relationship, feels, super fluffy and sweet, my OTP forever <3 Commissions and requests are open!

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Gale rushed over to Tea’s side the moment they collapsed, his brown eyes widening in concern. He knelt down beside them, gently taking their hand that clutched their wounded side. The warmth of their blood seeped between their fingers, staining the fabric of their shirt a deep, crimson red. Gale’s heart raced as he assessed the gravity of their injury, his mind already racing through spells and treatments.

“My dearest Tea,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine worry, “we must tend to your wound with haste. The battle has left you gravely injured, and I fear for your life if we do not act swiftly.” He turned to the others, his expression grave. “Bring me my spell component pouch and any clean cloth you can find. We need to stop this bleeding before it claims their life.” Gale’s voice was firm but tinged with an undercurrent of fear, a haunting reminder of what could happen if he didn’t act fast enough.

As he waited for the supplies, Gale cradled Tea close, his other hand pressing gently but firmly against their wound to stem the flow of blood.”Hold on, sweet Tea,” he whispered, his breath warm against their ear, “I will not let you slip away from me. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to heal you, to keep you here with me where you belong.”

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Gale’s shoulders as he prepared to work his magic, his heart pounding with the urgency of the moment. He knew that every second counted, and he was determined to pour all of his skill and passion into mending their broken body, come what may. He took a moment to admire their beauty. The fate of their bond rested in his hands, and he would not falter.

Despite the agonizing pain mixed with an overwhelming dizziness, Tea musters up a weak smile. A ghost of the usual radiant beam they always had to offer Gale, “You didn’t blow yourself into a thousand tiny pieces,” they wheezed happily, relief flooding their system and momentarily overpowering the effects of blood loss, “Like you promised… I am… so happy.”

Gale’s brow furrowed in determination, his jaw set with resolve as he met Tea’s gaze. He could see the pain etched in their features, hear the strain in their voice, and feel the precious lifeblood draining from their body with each passing second. The fear that lingered in the back of his mind threatened to consume him, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it overwhelm the steadying hand he needed to heal them. “My darling, you need not worry about the orb or anything for that matter,” Gale murmured, his thumb brushing gently over their cheekbone, smearing away a bead of sweat. “I am here now, and I swear to you, I will not allow a single hair on your lovely head to be harmed.”

Pain clawed at Gale’s heart as he watched the vibrant color drain from Tea’s face, their usual fuschia complexion growing more pallid, their breath growing shallow and ragged. Each passing moment saw the steady trickle of blood from their wound intensify, the crimson stain spreading across their shirt like an ominous blossom. The fear that had been lingering at the edges of his mind surged to the forefront, threatening to blind him with its intensity.

“No, no, no,” Gale breathed, his voice trembling with barely contained terror. He tightened his grip on Tea, pulling them closer as if he could physically anchor them to the mortal plane through sheer force of will. “You cannot leave me, my love. We have come too far, endured too much together. We still have our trip, my darling, to Waterdeep. Remember?” He can’t panic, he can’t allow them to see his fear. He must put on a brave face, exhaust all his resources, and save them.

His other hand, dripping with their blood, fumbled with the pouch of spell components. He upended it, scattering Dust of Sending and essence of mistletoe across the floor in his haste. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gripped the focus of his power, summoning every ounce of strength he can possibly muster in such a trying situation. “Mystra, goddess of magic,” Gale intoned, his voice shaking with desperation, “I call upon your divine aid. Lend me your strength, grant me the power to mend this broken flesh and heal the wounds that tear them apart.”

He pressed his glowing hand against their side, just above the ragged tear in their flesh. A silver glow with otherworldly light as he began to murmur the words of the spell, pouring every ounce of his skill and every shred of his love into the incantation. Gale knew he was gambling everything on this casting, trusting in the fickle mercy of a goddess who had abandoned him once before. But he couldn’t lose Tea, not when they had finally found something real and true in each other. With a sob of exertion and anguish, he released the spell, watching and waiting in hopeful desperation. His hands roamed over their body, feeling for any other traces of injury, silently praying to a goddess who had long since turned her back on him. But for Tea, for the hope of a future together, Gale would move heaven and earth, and sell his very soul if that’s what it took to keep them by his side.

Tea weakly reaches for Gale’s arm, their grip feeble yet insistent, “No, Gale…please.” Each word a strained whisper, their breaths shallow gulps of air, “Don’t…don’t call upon her. You don’t need Mystra for this.” There’s a flicker of something fierce in their hazel eyes, a stubborn set to their jaw despite the rapidly draining energy from them. “You’re stronger than you know…than any fickle goddess. I believe in you, Gale.” They draw in a shuddering breath, nose flaring slightly.

“Please…please don’t break my heart by doubting yourself now. Not after everything.” Long lashes flutter against their pale, sweat-slick cheeks, “Mend me with your own hands, heal me with your own power. Prove to yourself, and to me, that we have a hold on our own destiny…” Their voice trails off into a weak, hoarse whisper of a thing.

Their rapidly cooling skin, so soft and fragile, he’d spent many a night mapping the endless expanse of their loveliness with just his lips. Every dip, every gentle sway, every valley and curve. He knew them, far better than himself. He knew the weight of their tail in his hands, the playful smattering of markings that decorated their shoulders. His heart knew the song of their breath, the gentle patter of their heart and if he lost them, his own life would not be far behind. They gaze up at him, watery and weepy, bloody and soft and utterly his. So, with the finesse of a bumbling fool, he all but blurts out, “Be mine!”

They nearly flinch at the suddenness of his shout, an adorable look of confusion etching on their features, “I am yours, Gale.” They remind him so gently, so sweetly as if he was the one in mortal peril.

If he weren’t already kneeling, he’d sink down to his knees, “I know that, of course. But, I rather think you’d look lovely in white and if it wouldn’t be too disagreeable, I’d like you to be my partner in every sense of the word.” Gale thinks this would have been terribly romantic if they weren’t bleeding out in his arms, but reflecting back on their adventures, this was a rather fitting proposal.

Tea simply stares up at him in that sweet, docile way that would be absolutely patronizing if it were anyone else. But with them, it’s just soothing. A balm to his soul that even the greatest healers of Faerun couldn’t even begin to replicate. “As much as I adore when you bat those pretty little doe eyes at me, I’m afraid I’ll need an answer, my darling.”

Gale realizes they’re growing weaker, limp and noodly in his arms. He calls upon all the tricks and power he can possibly muster, hoping, praying that he’s enough. That he can do this without her. They believed he could, he knew that. They were rather vocal when it came to their distaste for his former…whatever, and they never wavered in their firm conviction that Gale was capable of greatness on his own.

“I love you,” he whispers fervently, cupping their face, pressing frantic little kisses to every available inch of flesh, “I love you, I love you, I love you. You can’t leave me, I won’t allow it.”

“Even when I licked that dead spider?” They joke weakly, cracking a smile that’s barely there, but lights up their angelic face nonetheless. Their spark hasn’t been snuffed out yet, there is still hope for them yet.

A tearful laugh bubbles up in Gale’s throat, it burns as he murmurs, “Yes, even then. Even when you’re being a little bastard, swiping from people’s pockets and stirring up a ruckus.” He smiles fondly, brushing a stray lock of hair from their bruised face. That earns a small, wheezy giggle from Tea.

“Just promise me…no gods, no deals. Just you and your skill, your fierce, brilliant mind.” They ache to pull him closer, trembling fingers tightening with the last of their fading strength, “This is your chance to save me with your own magic, Gale. I’m begging you…don’t sell your heart to another. Not now, not for me.” For a brief, fleeting moment doubt clouds their eyes, before resolve hardens them to twins of determination.

Gale’s breath caught in his throat as they reached for him, their touch a fleeting whisper against his skin. He met their gaze, seeing the flicker of determination that still burned in those fading hazel eyes. Their words, a hoarse and breathless plea, cut through the fog of panic that threatened to consume him. They were right. He didn’t need Mystra, didn’t need to barter away a piece of his soul, of his dignity. He had the power within himself, the skill and the strength to heal them, to save them.

With a shuddering sigh, Gale nodded slowly, resolving hardening in his eyes. “You’re right, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and fervent. “I am stronger than her. Your faith in me shall be my guiding light.”

He gently disentangled their trembling fingers from his arm, cradling their hand in both of his own. He pressed a fierce and lingering kiss to their palm, his beard a rough caress against their skin. “I will not let you down, darling. I will heal you with my own hands, with my own power. This I swear.”

Gale took another deep, steadying breath, letting their words sink into his very soul. He set down his bag, no longer needing the aid within. Instead, he let his own magic rise to the surface, feeling it pulse and thrum in time with his racing heart. “Permit me to try something,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hands to their wound, letting the warmth of his magic soothe the pain and stem the flow of blood. He began to chant, voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, his entire being emanating a soft blue glow of magical energy. The chanting grew louder, more insistent, and the glow around them deepened in its intensity. Gale poured every ounce of his skill and concentration into the spell, his brow furrowed with the effort.

Slowly but surely, Tea watched in awe as the torn flesh began to mend and knit back together, the edges of the wound drawing closed until nothing remained but smooth, unblemished skin. Gale’s hands roamed over their body, the warmth of his touch seeping into their very bones, chasing away the chill of blood loss and pain. As the last of the wound closed, Gale slumped against them, utterly spent. But when he looked down at Tea, his eyes shone with triumph and relief.

“It is done,” he breathed, pulling them close and cradling them against his chest. “You were right, my love. I didn’t need Mystra’s aid to heal you. I had my own strength, and the strength of our bond.” He smoothed their hair back from their brow, his touch far gentler now that the pain had faded.

“Well now,” Tea teased breathlessly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their lips as they gazed up at gale, “I seem to recall you getting all romantic and mentioning something about marrying me back there. Was all that just the adrenaline talking? Or was there a genuine proposal hidden in there somewhere?” Their hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity as they waited for his response with bated breath. Despite the teasing lilt to their voice, there was an underlying note of sincerity, a yearning to hear him reaffirm the promise he made in the heat of the moment.

Their browsing fingers absently played with the hem of their shirt, saturated in their coppery blood, as they studied his face for any clues to his true feelings. The soft curves of their body, from their pudgy tail to the harsh points of their horns, their chest rose and fell gently with each shuddering breath they took, a testament to the life he had fought so hard to preserve. The scent of vanilla and smoke clung to their skin, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill the air between them. In that moment, as they lay there in his arms, the events of the battle faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a web of their own making. Tea gazed at him with a mix of playful flirtation and nervous anticipation, silently daring him to take a leap of faith and bind their hearts together for all eternity.

Gale felt a warmth blossom in his chest at their teasing words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he met their playful gaze. He chuckled softly, a rich and melodic sound that seemed to reverberate through his very being. “My dearest Tea,” he murmured, voice low with a newfound curiosity, “You mistake me not. The words I spoke to you in the heat of the moment were no mere figments of a panicked mind. They were a promise, a vow forged in the crucible of our shared trials and tempered by the strength of my love for you.”

He reached out, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair from their brow, his fingers lingering to trace the delicate curve of their cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over their lower lip, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver down their spine and set their heart aflutter.

“I meant every word, and I stand by those words now, in the calm and clarity of this moment.” Gale’s voice was low and fervent, his brown eyes blazing with a fire that had nothing to do with the magic he wielded. “I want to marry you, Tea. I want to stand beside you, not just as allies in battle, but as partners in life. I want to wake up to your smile every morning and fall asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing every night. I want to build a home with you, fill it with laughter and love.”

His hand slid down to their jaw, tilting their chin up, forcing them to meet his gaze, “You are my heart, Tea. My compass, my guiding star, my very reason for being. I am yours, now and for all eternity, if you will have me.” Gale’s other hand drifted down to their hip, his fingers splaying across the soft swell. He tugged them closer, until the length of their own body was pressed against his own, until he could feel every breath they took, every beat of their newly healed heart.

“Marry me, Tea,” he breathed, his lips a hairsbreadth from theirs. “Be mine, now and forever. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, until the end of my days. Give me the chance to show you the depths of my devotion, to build a life with you. Say yes, my love, and I swear I will spend every moment of our days together proving to you the strength and permanence of my love for you.”

His eyes searched theirs, a tenderness and intensity that stole the very breath from their lungs. In that moment, with the ghost of his magic still tingling across their skin and the scent of him, of home and safety and love, enveloping them, Tea knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

Tea gazed up at Gale, their hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” they whispered, their voice breaking on a sob, “for loving me. Even when…” They swallowed hard, gathering their courage before continuing. “Even when I’m a tiefling. I know my kind, we’re not exactly appreciated or easy to love. We’re seen as monsters, abominations, things to be feared and shunned.” A single tear rolled down their soft, pink cheek, tracing the curve of their face.

Their delicate fingers fluttered up to brush along their ram-like horns adorning their head, a constant reminder of their tainted bloodline. “But you…you see past that. You look at me and don’t flinch, don’t recoil in disgust. You see me, Tea, and you say you…you love me.” Their voice caught on the word, hope and disbelief warring in their eyes.

They pressed against Gale, seeking his warmth and comfort, desperate to anchor themself to something real and true. “My horns, my tail, my eyes…they’re part of me,” Tea’s voice dropped to a whisper, a pleading, aching sound that cut right to the heart. “Thank you for not only accepting me, but for loving me, horns and all. Thank you for choosing to see the good in me, the beautiful, the wonderful things hidden beneath this tiefling exterior. Thank you for loving me.”

Gale’s heart clenched in his chest, a fierce and protective instinct surging through him at the sight of Tea’s glistening eyes and trembling lip. He saw the pain, the fear, and the desperate hope that warred within them. With a gentle thumb, he brushed away the stray tear that rolled down their soft cheek, his touch lingering to cup the delicate line of their jaw.

“My sweet, sweet Tea,” Gale murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. “How can you not see the exquisite creature you are? Your horns, your tail, your eyes…they are not monstrous imperfections to be concealed or shunned. They are the very marks of your uniqueness, the stamps of a spirit that burns brighter and truer than the Hells.”

He leaned in closer, his brow pressing against theirs, their breath intermingling in the scant space between them. “You are not defined by the happenstance of your bloodline. You are defined by the strength and compassion and unyielding courage in your heart. And I…I love every part of you, just as you are.”

Gale’s hand drifted up to the horns protruding from their head, his fingers tracing the slope of them with a reverence that sent shivers down their spine. “These horns are a part of you, yes, but it is not the part that I see when I look at you. I see someone who has fought against the odds, who has forged themself into something far more magnificent than any monster or demon could ever hope to be.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, “I see someone who stands tall and proud, undefined by the prejudices and fears of a shortsighted world. I see someone who loves with a depth and fervor that has left me utterly awestruck and humbled. I see my heart, my soul, my very reason for living, and I know that I will love you like this, wholly and completely, for all my days.” Gale pulled back just enough to gaze into their eyes, his own brown orbs blazing with a fierce and unshakable devotion.

“I asked you to marry me, to bind yourself to me for all eternity. I don’t want you to think that I see anything but the pure, radiant beauty of the person I love. So I will say it again, with the same fervor and conviction I felt in the heat of nearly losing you: marry me, Tea. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, with every breath I take and every beat of my heart. Give me the chance to show you, every single day, that I am worthy of your love and your trust. Be mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.”

Tea’s heart swelled with a joyous, incredulous elation. A tiny, breathless sob escaped their lips, quickly followed by a giddy, overjoyed giggle. Their hazel eyes, magnified in the light, shimmered with tears of happiness as they stared at him. “I swear, I never thought I’d hear those words…” They giggled again, a sound like tinkling bells, “Yes, yes, yes!” They cried out gleefully, flinging their arms around gale with a sudden, passionate fervor.

They clung to him, burying their face against the firm expanse of his chest. “So much more than I ever dared dream of,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his shirt, their fingers curling into the fabric. “I love you, Gale. I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Tea pulled back just enough to gaze adoringly up at him, their pink lips parted in a blissful, sweet smile.

“Now and forever, my darling,” they murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, savoring the roughness of his beard against their palm.

Joy surged through Gale like a tidal wave as tea flung their arms around him, their delighted sobs and giggles music to his ears. He laughed softly, a sound of pure, unbridled happiness, and wrapped them in his arms, holding them close. His hands roamed over the soft curves of their body, marveling at the way they fit so perfectly in his arms, in his life.

“My sweet, sweet tiefling,” Gale murmured, his voice strained with emotion. “Your happiness is the greatest gift, the most precious treasure I could ever hope to possess.” He tangled his fingers in their soft, brown hair, cradling the back of their head as they buried themself against him. The scent of vanilla and smoke filled his nostrils, a perfume he would forever associate with this perfect moment.

Gale felt a tear slip down his cheek, mingling with the damp strands of their hair as Tea whispered their acceptance, their love for him. His heart swelled, threatening to burst with the force of his own elation and devotion. He cupped their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from their soft, smooth skin.

“And I love you too, my darling,” Gale vowed, his voice low and thick with emotion. “More than words can express, more than magic can describe.” He leaned down, capturing their lips in a searing, passionate kiss. His beard rasped against their delicate skin as his mouth moved over theirs, pouring every ounce of his love and adoration into the press of his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his brown eyes glowed with a fierce, consuming adoration. “Forever,” he breathed, his forehead resting against theirs. “Forever, my love, my heart, my soulmate. You and I, together, always.” He smiled then, a slow, tender curve of his lips that spoke of a love that would last a lifetime and beyond.

“Mmm, in a weird way I should be thankful for the Absolute and the creepy tadpole thing. My life was dull as dishwater before I met you, Gale,” Tea hummed, a mischievous glint in their eyes, “But even if they never would’ve done that, I’d have found you somehow.” They leaned in, their nose brushing against his, breath mingling, “Forever sounds perfect with you. I’m going to hold you to that, mister. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever.”

Tea winked playfully before capturing his lips for one more soft, sweet kiss. They poured every ounce of their feisty, determined love into it, letting him feel their eagerness to start their new journey together. (Ideally with fewer mind flayers than the last one.)

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate gale #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale dekarios x oc #gale x oc #commission #writing commissions

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pricetagofficial · 13 days ago

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get to know your moots

Thanks for the tag, @restwellsoon! divider by @/cafekitsune

what's the origin of your blog title?

In highschool I would often think what my handle on things would be if I ever got famous, and I adored One Direction. Niall's handle on twitter was niallofficial, so I did that but with a play on my name instead and used official.

OTP(s) + shipname

Ummm honestly, Percabeth.

favorite color

Orange (shocker its not like my blog is a giant hazard cone)

favorite game

Kingdom Hearts, hands down. But I also have a stong love for the Final Fantasy games, the Arkham games, and lego games.

song stuck in your head

APT by Rose and Bruno Mars, and Pink Pony Club by Chappel Roan.

weirdest habit/trait?

I have double jointed thumbs so I will frequently pop them in and out of place as a tick.

hobbies:

Writing, drawing, reading, crocheting

if you work, what's your profession?

Currently a student

if you could have any job you wish what would it be?

Paleontologist

something you're good at:

Making people laugh, I also have really good people skills, especially with kids. I also always try to be understanding and see the good in people, even when they may not deserve it.

something you're bad at:

Being patient, driving (im scared shitless), schedules

something you love:

Laughing until I cant breathe with my brother and sisters

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff:

Name any hyper fixation of mine, Jurassic Park, Marvel, DC, Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Disney

something you hate:

Chronic illness. I have celiacs disease, so I can't eat anything with gluten in it. If my body didn't react as violently as it does, I'd say fuck this diet and eat whatever. But it's like the exorcist, my body wants it out so bad sooooo hard pass.

something you collect:

Uhhhhh, everything. I have buttons, lanyards, pops, dolls, books, small animal trinkets, rubber ducks, mugs, legos, random assortment of nerdy jewelry, figures, the lost goes on.

something you forget:

To eat.

what's your love language?

I honestly dont feel like I fit into just one of these. I've got no idea.

favorite movie/show:

Finding Nemo/Agent Carter

favorite food:

Beef Stroganoff

favorite animal:

peacocks?

what were you like as a child?

Not much different than I am now, just a little more trusting but still stubborn and feisty as hell.

favorite subject at school?

History or music,

least favorite subject?

Math, doesnt matter if I was good at it.

what's your best character trait?

I've been told that I'm a trusting person, and that people feel safe around me.

what's your worst character trait?

I'm too nice at times.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?

School would be done, and my ideas would be written out in a nice organized way.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?

J.R.R. Tolkein. I just wanna pick the man's brain, see how he did it.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

Touch Starved by Envysparkler

This is one that I go back to to read all the time. I highly recommend anything by Envysparkler, if you enjoy batfamily gen fics. This one is just so good, and special to me because Dick is a character I hold close to my heart.

I wanna be your endgame by @yuujispinkhair

This is a hockey player! sukuna x reader fic, and this series made me want to find a hot hockey player and make them fall in love with me. Winter is amazing, and I lover her and her writing so much.

i tag @yuujispinkhair @strawberrystepmom @history-be-written @loafingdragon (no pressure obviously)

#i love games like this #thanks for the tag Rest #we really gotta catch up one of these days #Brett needs her Rest

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galway-girlatwork · 13 days ago

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Get to know your moots

Thank you for the tag Jana, @guiltyasdave this was such fun.

what's the origin of your blog title? I’m Irish and a bucket list is to travel to Ireland. Galway Girl is an Irish song.

OTP(s) + shipname: When I was watching the Vampire Diaries, I was really into Debekah…I absolutely love Claire and she is one of the sweetest cast members.

favorite color: Blue

favorite game: The Last of Us…I am waiting for Indiana Jones.

song stuck in your head: Back in My Body by Maggie Rogers. I am so in love with it.

weirdest habit/trait? Car Karaoke and talking out loud to no one. It helps me remember what I need to do

hobbies: Music, reading, writing, movies, gaming

if you work, what's your profession? I am a community manager for HOA’s

if you could have any job you wish what would it be? To write full time, but I’ve also wanted to own a bar.

something you're good at: Taking care of animals

something you're bad at: Not telling people to fuck off when they emotionally gut me

something you love: Sometimes just the quiet

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Music and Movies

something you hate: The fact that I live in a country where complete fucktards re-elected a raping, racist, convicted felon.

something you collect: Postcards from around the world

something you forget: Where my phone is.

what's your love language? I don’t think I have one

favorite movie/show: Oh god please don’t make me pick just one. I can’t. I have a top ten for both

favorite food: Everything?

favorite animal: Dogs

what were you like as a child? If you were to ask my mom, a trouble making demon.

favorite subject at school? English and history

least favorite subject? Gym and math

what's your best character trait? I don’t think I have one

what's your worst character trait? Running late.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? Right now…Nothing.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Queen Elizabeth the First.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!): WOW….Can’t pick just one. I have a list and it is long. But I am in love with Knives from Lock the Gate by Freya, @almostfoxglove, and Jett, @morallyinept, made me soft for Ezra with Helianthus

no pressure tags: @604to647 @pearlessance @tinyglamdramaqueen @ease-out-the-clutch

#tag you're it #adore the moots

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vacantgodling · 1 year ago

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The sexuality/gender/otp headcanon ask game stuff for any oc of your choice? Bonus points if it's someone you haven't talked about in a while

thank you!!

i haven't talked about noh outside of the very very basics of his story and what's going on so let's talk about my favorite boyo.

here is he (cuz i found this picrew and i thought it was cute) -- the only thing that's off about it is that noh usually wears a mask over his face; he's completely mute and only uses sign language so in a way he views his mouth as "useless" so he doesn't like it being seen lol.

Sexuality: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender: noh is trans masc!

A ship I have with said character: so the main ship that i have with him is a space pirate named emerion jackson. technically speaking the two of them have known of each other since before noh had amnesia; noh and his team were actively trying to bring emerion in and though they never met in person the two of them were definitely :eye emojis: at each other because it was "oh, finally a challenge" type scenario. but then when noh disappeared off the face of the earth and started being plastered everywhere as a criminal, emerion got a little.... worried about him. it seems crazy and its not something that he would talk about to any of his crew because they would heckle him for it, but the fact that someone as formidable and determined as the mysterious (bc they'd never met face to face) noh bell; and how he's suddenly a criminal by the govt??? something is up.

the two of them end up meeting in person at a bar at the edge of a particular star system after noh is dropped off by the cargo crew that found him adrift in space. emerion recognizes noh immediately but doesn't say anything until someone else recognizes noh and a bar fight ensues bc they want to bring noh in for the money. emerion and his men jump in and end up helping him out and then he drags noh onto his ship.

at first, emerion isn't sure what to make of actually seeing noh face to face. coupled with the fact that noh doesn't remember that he was originally hunting him and his crew down its odd. but then he learns about the amnesia etc etc and emerion kind of feels guilt for not telling him everything up front. but part of him also likes the fact that noh doesn't remember anything and they end up beginning to form an actual bond and attachment to one another, which gets a BIT complicated as noh starts to learn his identity.

idk now that i'm writing all of this out fully i'm so in the mood to talk more about them; emerion is such a jackass and has a stick up it but at the same time he really cares about noh and hes SO INTIMATELY aware of HOW FUCKED he is lmaooo its kind of hilarious.

A BROTP I have with said character: noh has a really good circle of friends because they all grew up training together in the JACK and JILL program. the closest friend he has is amelia (who was his JACK so they know each other like the back of their own hands) but i think the cutest brotp/friendship he has is with neso.

neso is a very special JACK/JILL unit because she's a system with just one other alter and so she doesn't have a separate physical "body" that serves as her partner; its technically just within herself. the two of them are fully aware of each other and can switch back and forth though its not fully at will. she is the host and neon is her alter (and is essentially her older brother). neso can call neon to the front and he will show up occasionally but its not often because he doesn't really like people lol (though he is okay with the rest of their friend group). usually he shows up in dangerous situations because he's the JILL of their unit and in this universe they were able to engineer technology to change neso's eye color back and forth when she and neon switch fronting.

neso and noh are really alike and she can be somewhat childlike and cling to him. they use sign language with each other the most--especially in episodes where she's having a ptsd flashback or episode, he can help talk her down and taught her signs since she was young. they also tend to be the most quiet of their friend group and prefer to just vibe while the others (amelia, iodine, and ethan) are more personable and loud lol.

A NOTP I have with said character: this isn't a notp so much as like, its not canon anymore BUT it did used to be canon back in the day when i felt like i had to overcompensate with heterosexuality in all of my wips (i've had noh as an oc and this story for at least a decade so yknow). but before, noh and amelia were actually supposed to be the endgame couple, but at the end of the day i think they just work better together as best friends/found family. they know each other so well; to the point that its less like being with someone you're attracted to and more like being with the other half of their own brain so like... how am i gonna be attracted to myself energy. plus, amelia ends up with an engineer named claude and they're so sweet together i want to throw up <3

A random headcanon: noh is heavily inspired by my personal interpretation of link which is where his muteness stemmed from :)

General Opinion over said character: i love noh A LOT and i need to get over my fear of writing scifi because i've been wanting to tell his story for years. i project onto him a lil bit sure but he's such a fun character and i wanna figure out more about his storyline so i can be driven insane by it

since ive been talking about it so much, perhaps i might lol.

feel free to send me a character (mine or overwatch) and i'll do this for them :D

#s: noble

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vincentsleftear · 11 days ago

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Get To Know Your Moots

Thanks for the tag @randomfoggytiger

What the origin of your blog title? I was going through a bit of an art history phase when I first came up with it. 1) I was reallyyy into Van Gogh at the time. 2) I also knew I wanted something a bit funny/off beat. Thus, “vincentsleftear”. It’s been a while since then and I’ve moved on from the url on other platforms but I’ve kept it here. Idk, it just feels special :)

OTP(s) + ship names: ugh, where to start!! Right now Siuan and Moiraine (siuarane aka fishwives) have me in an absolute CHOKEHOLD. Of course, there’s Alicent and Rhaenyra (rhaenicent). I’ll be a Gerri and Karolina (Gerrolina) truther till I die and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to think about Agatha and Rio (agathario) and NOT go crazy. If I’m remembering correctly, my first real introduction into the world of shipping was Narcissa and Lucius (Lucissa), though I don’t really interact with the source material anymore for obvious reasons. Of course, I’ll always return to the two who INVENTED the game, Mulder and Scully (MSR).

Favorite color: Love blue but if we’re looking at the evidence it’d probably be green lol. I’m surrounded by it! My phone, my computer, my headphones, my bedspread, my decor! All green! On the other hand, my friends and family are always clowning me because apparently I almost exclusively wear white. I mean, they aren’t WRONG but istg it isn’t intentional! Idk, I must be subconsciously drawn to clothes in that color lol. I’ve heard everything from “it’s like you’re a cartoon character with a signature color palette” to “…did you join a cult and not tell us?”

Favorite Game: Will yall kill me if I say Minecraft. Cause it’s Minecraft.

Song Stuck in Your Head: Sara by Fleetwood Mac!! I cannot tell you how many times I’ve listened to that song today alone lol

Weirdest habit/trait: chronic nail biter. Not exactly “weird” but it’s a bad one. Definitely should have grown out of that one a while ago smh.

Hobbies: I think I’m deep enough into the playlist making game for it to be considered a hobby at this point lol. You can pretty much track my hyoerfixations through my Spotify account bc the first thing I do when I’m enjoying a peice of media is run and make a playlist inspired by it. Right now I have 140 in total…😅. The NEXT thing I do is make a Pinterest board inspired by it lol.

If you work, what’s your profession? Full time student, part time at a library :)

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Get me in the US House of Representatives!!

Something you're good at: public speaking! Not to toot my own horn but it’s definitely a strong suit and is something I actually enjoy!

Something you’re bad at: math. lying.

Something you love: Coffee!! Gay tv shows!! My siblings!! Sleep!!

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Honestly, anything lol. I’m a certified yapper. I would gladly ramble on about the plots of my favorite books/shows for agesss.

Something you hate: Sweet Potatoes! Slow walkers! Miscommunication!!

Something you collect: playlists LMAO

Something you forget: my head if it wasn’t attached to my body

What’s your love language: acts of service and quality time

Favorite movie/show: The Prince of Egypt (1998) is a cinematic masterpiece and my all time favorite. MINARI (2020) is one that I regularly recommend. If I try to list my fav shows we’ll be here all week lmao.

Favorite food: PASTA!!! Spaghetti specifically! But really any and all forms of pasta if we’re being honest here

Favorite animal: I’ve had a fascination with Orca whales ever since I was little. They are sooo interesting and incredibly intelligent and DEEPLY terrifying. The Blackfish (2013) documentary definitely left an imprint on my psyche.

What were you like as a child? Super chatty, incredibly hyper with a complete inability to sit still, and loud. I wasn’t a bad kid but it was things like this that got me into trouble at school *quite* often. In the beginning, I tried really hard to be a teacher’s pet but I found out quickly that it just wasn’t in the cards for me. So I became the class clown lol.

Favorite subject at school? I really enjoyed English and Literature but my favorites were definitely my social studies classes. History, human geography, government, politics!! Those were my thing!

Least favorite subject? MATH. Geometry was (and still is) my mortal enemy.

What’s your best character trait? always authentically myself

What’s your worst character trait? Chronic procrastinator. I tend to withdraw or getting a bit mean when I’m stressed/overwhelmed but that’s something I’m working on!

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? The weather has been soo bleak recently. No sun, just rain and cold. Also! Over the past few days my government has been repealing protections (some of which have been in place since the 60s) that prevent discrimination on the basis of race, sexuality, and gender. Consequently, as a Black gay woman, I’ve been living in a constant state of intense anxiety and panic. So. That. I’d change that.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? An aunt that passed before I was born

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): Little Pitchers by dionaeamuscipula on AO3!

lowwww presssure tags 💌: @bakedbakermom @thursdayinspace @calimanc @picklejarred @ragnarockz

#please ignore any grammar mistakes I’m not proofreading before I post 🙏#iris speaks #tag game

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hypnostheory · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Howdy, so I was tagged by @kiwiana-writes , @littlemisskittentoes and @affectionatelyrs , who I’d like to thank for being very supportive and friendly. Thanks besties!

1. How many works do you have in Ao3?

So this is changing by the day sometimes lol, right now I’m sitting at 16 fics, 2 are currently unfinished, 5 are chapter fics.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Again, changing by the day it feels, but 132,329 words so far. That’s about the length of A Tale Of Two Cities.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it’s FirstPrince (Red, White, and Royal Blue), but I have a Good Omens fic and several Homestuck fics.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. i hit my peak at seven feet

2. and that’s the way i loved you

3. something good and right and real

4. trouble’s gonna follow where i go

5. wanna know that body like it’s mine

Combined, these fic have 4,089 kudos.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to reply to every comment, but sometimes it’s a little overwhelming. I absolutely try to respond to all comments that have more than one sentence, but if I miss you I’m sorry and I promise I’m going to get to you at some point!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Sir we write smut here, this is not a tragic writing space lol. If I had to pick I think then I think you don’t want to know me is going to have one of the sadder endings but even still it’s gonna be happy because I’m not a sad writer lol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them? I mean, the sappiest ending is somewhere between i hit my peak at seven feet and something good and right and real.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, I mean the closest is someone who said my work was like disturbing or somethingbut I think that was actually a compliment???

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

This is like asking the Pope if he’s Catholic lmao. Yes I do, it’s primarily D/s dynamics, and almost always an AU one shot.

10. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s your craziest one?

I do not. I sometimes put subtle references to other fandoms in my fics, but no crossovers.

11. Have you ever had your fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, my partner has tho. If someone found out my fic was stolen I’d like to know, but honestly if you see something I’m writing and get inspired by it just write your own version and tag me so I can read it Y’know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so, but I have had someone offer to translate a fic into Chinese. I’m down if anyone wants to, but I only speak English and a moderate level of Spanish so I couldn’t check someone’s work.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

So my partner and I can get very collaborative, and I absolutely run my shit past people before it goes live, but for the most part I’m doing it all by myself.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Listen I love FirstPrince with all my heart but DaveKat is my first OTP and I’m never letting those fuckers go.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably never will?

Hmm, so I want to finish that Good Omens fic I mentioned but honestly that started in a weird time and I’m not sure if it’s got legs. Aside from that I’m trying to finish everything I start! (Or at least everything I publish!)

16. What are your writing strengths?

So from comments, I’d say my prose and my dynamics. I’d agree, I think my style is based in my education in poetry, so I can for sure get colorful. And I really enjoy the politics of a relationship, so I’ll sit there and wax poetics about the nature of soulmates daily and nightly lol. I also just write a lot very fast, so that’s a strength I guess.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I’ll explain emotions to death but explaining how people look is more challenging. I also have issues with finishing things, which I’ve been trying really hard to work on.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

So I’m from Texas, so if it’s Spanish dialogue I’m comfortable. For the main part, I’m not going to write dialogue out word for word if the POV character doesn’t understand what’s being said, which takes out a lot of that issue for me. I think putting a foreign language in a fic is something that can be done very poorly, so I want to avoid that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Publically? Homestuck. That’s my answer.

20. Favorite fic that you’ve written?

Oh god, having to pick between my own kids basically. i hit my peak at seven feet is so important to me, it’s a very personal story and it really catapulted me back into writing fic. I also love there’s nowhere in the world like, which is the first fic I published in this account and is a really fun work about one of my hyper interests, so if you like 80s theme parks and Homestuck, give it a spin.

I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this, so feel free to blame me and take a spin! But also I’m absolutely tagging @futureseaempress 💖

#fic writing #20 questions #hypnostheory

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bludpudding · 9 days ago

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get to know your moots bludpudding edition

tagged by @devilrebirth my beloved

what's the origin of your blog name?

umbrella academy season 1. I’m klaus in an alternate timeline where he enjoys the sight of blood.

otp(s) + shipname

➢ jayce talis + viktor tendercrisp / jayvik (arcane. of course. as we all know)

➢ vash the stampede + nicholas d. wolfwood / vashwood (trigun)

➢ edwin payne/paine + charles rowland / payneland (sandman/dead boy detectives)

➢ jackson healy + holland march / marchly (the nice guys PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THE NICE GUYS)

➢ clancy + torchbearer / clancybearer (twenty one pilots)

➢ and of course my lovies the corinthian + dr. stephen bennett (as of now their spinoff is called genesis)

favourite colour

red but i'm obsessed with primary colors. my favorite color pallete to work with.

favourite game

i have upwards of 2k hours in the sims 4 but tbh i use it as more of a creative tool rather than a game. final fantasy xiv has been my SHIT lately i love open world games they're adhd enrichment

song stuck in your head songs to get to know me

my essence:

➢ REAL SUPER DARK - waterparks

➢ vampire money - my chemical romance

➢ next semester - twenty one pilots

weirdest habit/trait?

i have a sensory aversion to pants and since i spend most of my time at home that means i also spend most of my time half naked. hell im not wearing any pants right now and it is delightful

hobbies

➢ i fuchkign love drawing !1!!!!

➢ specifically the design aspect of art is what I'm passionate about. fashion, character, environment. I love taking the time to create things from scratch and all the research that goes along with it.

➢ learning about things that work better as interesting conversations rather than actual useful information. most berries aren't even botanically berries they're aggregate fruits.

➢ whatever my current special interest or hyperfix is. the corinthian is a hobby.

➢ I'm trying to get better at writing so that's been going on on the dl

if you work, what's your profession?

i've worked as an animal socializer, graphic designer, and print shop technician + operator. I'm currently studying to get my degree in comics + narrative.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

would love to go make dc comics gayer

something you're good at

I can find joy in any situation and have an unkillable spirit

something you're bad at

i can't drive

something you love

these things I keep in my house

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff

something you hate

I get protective over my interests and I really dislike that aspect of myself so much. trying to figure out how to Not do that

something you collect

➢ the teeth of my loved ones. it's a spiritual thing and all very extensively consensual (for my dog I have the teeth she had to get removed and for my mom I have a 3D printed model). trusting me with a piece of your body that represents your uniqueness as a living being is one of the deepest possible displays of affection. we're in it together for the long haul if I've got your chompers.

➢ old keys

➢ funko pops

➢ round cat plushies

➢ physicals of my favorite comics

something you forget

how am i supposed to know

what's your love language?

words of affirmation + acts of service

favourite movie/show

➢ I have yet to find a movie that encapsulates everything I love. been really into the shrek franchise lately though

➢ sandman. of course

favourite food

gonna cry thinking about baked mac n cheese with breadcrumbs

favourite animal

fruit bats. hell yeah

what were you like as a child?

I've always been who I am I've just gotten louder about it

favourite subject at school?

art history or philosophy

least favourite subject

anything that makes me write essays. I'd rather do math and that's saying a lot

what's your best character trait?

I strive to be as emotionally intelligent as possible. the dsm-5 HATES to see me coming

what's your worst character trait?

I'm extremely stubborn. if I'm set on something it's gonna happen

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?

big bowl of gourmet pasta for dinner

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I don't fuck with time travel humans are not supposed to be doing all that

recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!):

Ocean Boulevard - platinumangst

i think about merman shark healy a LOT save me animalistic wet fat man. animalistic wet fat man save me

#this felt like a really deranged job interview #let me know if i make the cut #my posts

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terapsina · 9 months ago

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A comprehensive list of ALL my favorite WLW ships. PART 1 (because I have more than 10 of them)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

(canon gets a 🍪, clowned myself into thinking it'd be canon gets a 🤡, didn't actually think it'd be canon but adored them anyway gets a 🍑, happy ending gets a 🌺, they destroyed me ending gets a 😿, bummer ending gets a 💔, cancellations are a plague on this planet get a 🪦).

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1. Nyssa and Sara - Arrow - 🍪💔

2. Korra and Asami - Legend of Korra - 🍪🌺

3. Willow and Tara - BtVS - 🍪😿

4. Alex and Maggie - Supergirl - 🍪💔

5. Maddie and Ryn - 🍪💔

6. Izzy and Clary - Shadowhunters - 🍑💔

7. Myka and HG - Warehouse 13 - 🤡💔

8. Daisy and Jemma - Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D - 🍑💔

9. Emma and Regina - OUAT - 🤡😿💔

10. Tamsin and Bo - Lost Girl - 🍪💔

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sstargoldens · 3 years ago

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nalu week 2020

Chapter 6

Topic 6: Charm (July 6)

Natsu Dragneel, Magician of Fairy Tail was an attractive man. Most of Fiore's women, mainly his admirers, remembered this phrase as fact. But what was it that made this man so attractive? Anyone outside the guild would say that his good physique because the jade-eyed one had to be admitted had a worked body and it was easily visible thanks to his typical costume, another factor that could be mentioned was his great power in battle to which he owed his fame mainly.

But what did the ladies of Fairy Tail think? The answers were very different depending on who answered, Juvia believed that his best quality was being a great friend of her Gray-sama, Wendy believed that the pink haired man was an example to follow as a magician, Erza believed that his hair which resembled a strawberry, Levy thought it was funny, Lisanna would say his good humor and Mirajane would say his childishness. All these answers were taken by Jason himself, editor of Weekly Sorcerer magazine who was looking to do an article about the Great Salamander and his fame after the Alvarez war.

Everything was relatively normal while the journalist asked the magicians, Natsu who was present cared very little, he was focused on his food. The guild was in its normal state barely affected by the outside presence. That was until Lucy's turn came.

Jason approached her old friend and asked the question he asked all of her guildmates.

-And you Lucy, what do you think is the greatest attractive of Salamander? Your opinion is the most important, after all you are teammates. - The reporter asked the celestial spirit mage.

As if everyone was waiting for that moment (something for sure) the guild was silent, all eyes on the star mage, even Natsu had detached his face from the plate of food, he was interested in Lucy's response. Mirajane already had hearts in her eyes imagining the future of her OTP, Cana was still drinking but very attentive to the blonde, Levy looked compassionately at her best friend knowing her discomfort, Gray, Juvia, Laxus, Lisanna, the Master, Gajeel, Wendy , absolutely everyone was pending on her.

-I ... - Lucy began to sweat, she felt the pressure on her person. She was embarrassed, she couldn't think clearly. At this rate she would drop everything and that wouldn't be good, Jason was staring at her.

Lucy could feel Natsu's gaze, serious and attentive, she felt herself burning in his gaze. After seconds that seemed eternal, Lucy made the best decision that she could think of, she ran out of the guild giving an unintelligible excuse that she didn't even bother to think. The blonde ran like a bat out of hell and she didn't stop until she reached the safety of her apartment.

With her breath recovered and rested sitting on the floor of her room, she supported her back on the bed while she played with her now long blonde hair. Her first intention was never to run from that kind of interview, in fact she had planned in her mind what words she was going to say, she had everything calculated but the pressure on her made her confused and she was about to give a monologue of everything she likes by Natsu.

Lucy's planned response was "her loyalty to the guild" but she barely felt the look of the jade eyes on her person, all the other things began to bubble in her head and that is what does Lucy Heartfilia think, What is the charm of Natsu Dragneel? Lucy could spend hours talking about all the qualities of why Natsu was attractive both physically and psychologically. The physique of the fire mage was unquestionable, the result of his continuous morning training sessions and that is that every day the pink haired man faithfully complied. Another factor would be her salmon-colored hair, which despite appearances is very soft, Lucy checked it all those times that on the train the magician rested on her lap and allowed her to pass her fingers through his locks in a small sample of comfort. On the psychological side, the dragon slayer was the most cheerful and lively person the blonde had ever met, no matter what the situation was, Natsu always managed to get a smile out of her, he was always there for her, supporting and protecting her unconsciously. He was her beloved guardian dragon, the target of all her love, Natsu Dragneel was the man she was deeply in love with.

Lucy always thought that true love was going to come to her one day suddenly, in the form of a first sight and a man who was her prince charming. But it wasn't like that, her love was formed slowly and warmly, during ages of friendship and closeness, it cultivated a trust and affection that could only lead to falling in love with her best friend. A true love full of memories, emotions and experiences. She knew everything about him and he knew everything about her, they could spend hours talking without getting bored and supporting each other on missions. It was a healthy, mutual and meaningful relationship, but this caused fear in the celestial mage. They had never talked about them, you could feel that there was something but they never touched on the subject, they were best friends and Lucy didn't want to lose Natsu. If all that relationship she felt was an interpretation of her part, blinded by her love for him, and it turned out that he didn't feel love for her. Lucy would be heartbroken and she would lose her partner, her best friend, her protector, her comrade in crime, her confidante, her benefactor, she would lose everything that she loves.

That is why the magician had fled, she was afraid of ruining her relationship with the dragon slayer and more to confess in front of the entire guild where everything would lead to an uncomfortable situation. As Lucy thought about all the things that were going through her mind and her unfounded fear of hers regarding her relationship with her teammate, she failed to notice the sliding of her window and a figure who quietly entered the blonde's apartment.

Natsu was standing in Lucy's room, the celestial spirit mage was sitting a meter away, with her back turned and without noticing her presence. She seemed deeply involved in her thoughts, so distracted that she hadn't noticed his entrance, Natsu felt himself thinking at the idea of what would have happened if someone other than him would enter like this and her partner didn't realize it. He would have to argue with the blonde soon to be more attentive to her surroundings when she was alone, he didn't want anything bad to happen to her. Likewise, she shouldn't worry when he was with her, he would always protect her and was always attentive to their surroundings, after all the celestial mage somehow was almost always the target of evil plans and strange dudes.

Looking at the back of her best friend and her long blonde hair, he remembered why he came to visit, his mission was to ask what the hell happened in the guild and her strange flight at the question of the nefarious Jason. To say that Natsu was curious about what Lucy thought of him was no joke, the dragon slayer craved the answer like Cana craved a beer. He needed to know what the celestial mage had to say, a very important decision depended on her answer. Natsu had proposed to confess to her blonde companion as long as he had the slightest hope that he could be reciprocated or that she would give him the opportunity to conquer her. Because even though Lucy will reject him, if she gave him the chance he would strive to make her fall in love with him until she had no choice but to become her girlfriend. Natsu Dragneel was stubborn and would fight for the girl of her dreams but always taking into account what she wanted, if she gave him a resounding no and asked him to leave her alone. He would do it even if his heart would break into pieces and his soul would bleed from being away from her, same their relationship it would never be the same if his teammate would completely eliminate her relationship with him. But he was going to try hard, he wasn't a coward.

- Luce. - Called the dragon slayer softly and making the magician turn around.

"Nat-ts-u," she exclaimed in surprise as she gave a little jump out of her daydreams. - What are you doing here?

- Well, someone ran out of the guild out of nowhere and I got worried. - Natsu answered sitting next to Lucy.

- I'm sorry. -the celestial mage brought her knees to her chest.

- Okay, nothing's wrong. I think Jason will wait when you feel more willing. - Natsu looked at her.

- I'm sorry. - The magician repeated but almost in a whisper.

- Why are you apologizing again? It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong, it's just an article. - Natsu didn't understand Lucy's attitude.

- I'm sorry. - The blonde began to sob.

Natsu panicked, it was never easy for him to see his partner cry. He took her in her arms, letting her face hide in hix chest, he didn't understand what could cause her tears, there was no one to defeat and this made him angry. It was not so simple how to burn whoever was hurting her, it was something more complex and he wasn't sure what to do.

- Natsu, sorry for not answering.- whispered the blonde buried in his chest.

The dragon slayer felt like laughing when he heard the blonde but he held back, while he thought about thousands of crazy things and things that could be bothering the blonde, it turned out to be something almost unimportant.

- Nothing happens, you will have your reasons Luce. Besides, I don't need an article for you to tell me something nice about me, you always have every opportunity to do so. You have all the time in the world because we will always be together. Do you understand? - Natsu comforted her

Upon hearing the fire mage, Lucy felt more like crying, her partner was too sympathetic with her, if she were in his position she would be hurt and crying. Hearing him say as if nothing that they would always be together made her deeply happy, Natsu hadn't repeated it since the first time he had said it before going to the hundred-year search and hearing it again gave her a security that wasn't a moment she imagined, because Natsu hadn't mentioned something similar again. With a little push of courage that phrase had given her, Lucy decided to tell Natsu everything and once she started speaking, her words just overflowed from her.

- Natsu, your greatest charm is being yourself, no matter what happened, you are always so happy and raise the spirits of the guild, you are like the light of Fairy Tail. Even though you are an idiot sometimes, you always manage to get a smile out of everyone, get a smile out of me and you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. -Natsu tensed when he heard the blonde start but he just let her continue. - You are extremely loyal to the guild and your friends, you are stubborn and your unbreakable will is always contagious to others, you protect all your loved ones and don't allow yourself to be defeated by anyone. Without you I wouldn't be where I am today, I will be forever grateful to you, for allowing me to share with a person as great as you and have the honor of being your best friend.

At this point Lucy had lifted her face from her and was looking directly at Natsu, with a sincerity and affection that ironically made the fire wizard feel warm.

- You are an extremely admirable magician and I could spend hours talking about how great you are and your charms. But I just panicked at the whole guild, I knew I had to answer but if I answered I would have told a lie and I didn't want to lie with you there listening. I would have lied because anything I would have said posing as someone who isn't in love with you it wouldn't have been compared to -Natsu was shocked at the words of his beloved blonde. -to what I truly feel for you. And I was very afraid to tell the truth because I didn't want to ruin our relationship, I don't know what I would do if you take me away from your life, it would break my heart. Oh my Mavis! And now I'm a fool who practically confessed and our relationship will be ruined because you don't feel the same way I do, and we'll stop going on missions and I'll never have you with me again.

The magician started crying like a little girl, she had blurted out everything without realizing it and she could only cry, she was very afraid of her teammate's reaction. She had ruined everything by confessing in the worst possible way. Natsu by her side with Lucy still crying in her arms took a few seconds to process that her blonde had confessed to him. Lucy loved him! Her love was reciprocated, the celestial mage loved him as he loved her.

- You are an idiot. - Natsu said decidedly as he forced the celestial mage to look at his face again.

-I confess my feelings and you ... -Lucy felt anger bubble inside her, after showing herself vulnerable and telling him everything she felt, he just called her an idiot.

- Who said I didn't reciprocate your feelings? -Natsu looked into her eyes seriously, his gaze completely serious and determined.

- What-what a-ar-e ... - Lucy was stopped by the dragon slayer's lips on hers.

A hand of the magician was gently taking his face and he was moving his lips gently over hers, Lucy responded shyly, she had never kissed anyone but the kiss between her and Natsu felt wonderful. You could feel fireworks around her, you could feel all the love they felt for each other in that kiss.

They slowly separated, both looking for some oxygen, Natsu supported his forehead with Lucy's and looked at her with his eyes full of the purest love that could exist, there would be no one in the world who could quantify the love that the dragon slayer felt for his celestial mage. Because Lucy was his and he wouldn't be away from her for the rest of his life.

- I love you lucy. I don't need your statement in a magazine, I just need to hear it from you. - Said the pink haired one.

- I love you too Natsu. - The blonde gave him a look full of joy and love.

The magician threw himself on top of Lucy giving her a lot of kisses on her face, the blonde responded with pleasure. Being with him, beloved for him, knowing that he loved her made her extremely happy. They were both too busy showing the love of their hearts to each other , thus forgetting the journalist who was waiting for the arrival of a celestial magician to finish her article. But Jason wouldn't regret all the hours of waiting when at the end of the day a pink-haired man and a blonde arrived hand in hand, giving the reporter the scoop on a news story that would be hit all over Fiore plus the final statement for his Salamander article.

#nalu day #nalu #nalu fairytail #fairy tail #nalu fandom #natsu dragneel #sstargoldens #lucy heartfilia #nalu fanfic #fanfiction

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milirii · 3 years ago

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For the spring OTP prompts, may I have number 7 with Joonas and Joel pls! (platonic or romantic, your call <3)

I was struggling to come up with ideas for this one 😂 But then I browsed through UMK's instagram posts from last spring and one of them said that there was riding a bike in boys schedule on free days and I finally got an idea. So here you go, I hope you like it 🤗

7. Thrift shopping, words: 1167, can be either platonic or romantic

Nowadays free days were a rare luxury for Blind channel. Life was hectic and they have been pulled in different directions by journalists and interviewers and important label peoples all the spring after Darkside came out. And even more so when UMK was over and they had wiped the floor with other contestants. Every fiber of their bodies and souls and the very meaning of their life aimed only for one thing: to get their asses on Rotterdam and on the big stage of Ahoy-arena and in front of cameras and live audience. To make the statement and force people to look at them and acknowledge their existence.

But all moving parts around them made Joel anxious. To have constantly 666 things in their To Do-list was great for giving him no time to think too much, but now when their semifinal was only a day away and everything was ready and only waiting for them to step up on the stage, the life had quieted down enough for Joel to hear the anxious and panicked whispering of his head. It made him nauseous and fidgety and fucked up his already non-existent sleeping schedule.

But if life had given him a mean head that didn’t let him have the peaceful moment, it has also given him five best friends who picked up the pieces when Joel didn’t have strength to do so and even prevented some of the breakdowns before Joel had fully noticed them even approaching.

And especially Joel was thankful for having one specific person in his life.

“We are going to ride a bike and look around the city!” Joonas dragged Joel behind him towards the door of the conference room where they had spent the morning, doing last checks over things.

Tommi waved them off with: “Don’t do anything reckless, we need to be able to perform tomorrow”, before turning back to his phone.

“We know and we won’t get the plague”, Joonas rolled his eyes and tugged Joel more insistently with him and all but pushed him out of the door. “We will be back in three hours, bye!”

Door closed behind them and now Joonas turned to look at Joel. “This door separates you from all the Eurovision stuff we have been doing all spring. All of it is behind this door and none of it is on this side. We are going to now spend our free three hours doing basic tourist things and you can’t think of this Eurovision circus because it doesn't exist in the rest of Rotterdam.”

Joel just blinked in confusion and Joonas gave him a smile. “You are restless and anxious and we need to fix that before you break. Best I can offer you now is to take you away from this for a while, if you are up to it.”

“Fuck yes, please let’s get out of here!” Trust for Joonas to see everything, Joel thought. Joonas’ happy squeal and swift kiss pressed on his cheek made Joel already feel a bit better.

****

Warm wind felt nice on his face when they rode their bikes down the streets. Together with Joonas’ continuous talking and observing the colorful buildings and green parks, Joel could almost feel how the extra stress melted away. When they stopped to buy some ice cream from the stall they found in one of the parks, he didn’t feel anymore like his esophagus was about to wrap itself around his neck and throttle him. Breathing felt so nice without the heavy weight of the hoped breakthrough on his chest.

“We need to get some souvenirs, don’t you think?” Joonas suddenly asked while he licked his ice cream and walked his bike next to Joel.

“We can’t go anywhere, so just take a picture of your ice cream and consider it done.” Joel shrugged and continued to enjoy his own ice cream cone.

“What if we twist the rules a little bit?”

“How?” Joel sighed exasperated. “It feels nice to pretend we are not performing tomorrow in front of hundreds of thousands of people, but we can’t ignore the fact that we actually are performing tomorrow and we can’t get ourselves sick. This is too important, Joonas.”

“I know! But there is an open-air flea market and I kinda want to go and see what we could find. There aren't too many people in there and we can keep our distance and use face masks.”

Joonas’ pleading voice made Joel consider. Joonas loved thrift shops and Joel had sometimes made good findings too. Like old vinyls with some classic songs. Once he had rummaged through a huge box of C-cassettes just to piss off Tommi and found a record of Mäntypistiäinen, which he had later given Tommi as a birthday gift. No one had a proper player to actually listen to it, but it was considered a treasure anyway. Sometimes he found other cool stuff, like hockey cards or jewelleries and one time he had even ran into a hockey jersey in Kärppä-colors and Lasse Kukkonen’s number.

So yeah, he actually wanted to twist the rules with Joonas a little and go visit the outdoors thrift shop.

“Let’s go then!”

****

Circling among the tables full of books, clothes, CD’s and other knick-knacks was the final thing needed to pull Joel out of his Eurovision anxiety. It felt so normal to walk through the sales area where others had little to no idea who they were. No one was expecting anything from him. It felt refreshing.

He didn’t even buy anything. Nothing really caught his eyes and when Joonas drifted away to inspect something he had considered interesting and came back with a smooth rock, Joel decided to just grab Joonas’ arm and drag him away from the place. It was time to get back to the hotel anyway.

“What are you going to do with it? You could have just taken a rock from the ground?” Joel asked when they returned the rented bikes.

“You’ll see.” Joonas smirked at him.

****

Flight from Rotterdam to Finland with no sleep and terrible hangover wasn’t the best thing Joel had experienced. But in all it’s horriblesness, Joel knew that the flight was not only the end of this mad Eurovision wringer, it was foremost the flight that got them towards the dreams that had kept them going. The breakthrough happened and now they needed to make sure the wave would take them as far as possible and that they would stay on the surface.

Joonas was sleeping against his shoulder and snoring lightly. Joel would have liked to take advantage of the couple of hours they would be on air and close his eyes, but he was still too high on the adrenaline.

He brushed his finger on the surface of the rock Joonas had given him before boarding. There was written: “Time to make a hundred million people listen”

Yes it was. Joel smiled and turned to press a kiss on Joonas’ hair.

#Actually the thrift shopping part is pretty short 😐#And hey everyone consider this: i am old enough to know what c-cassette is 😎 (also meantioned just briefly but still)#Joel is btw the hardest one to write for me so thanks for the challenge! I hope this is adequate 😅#Mil's spring prompts #Joel/Joonas #blind channel rpf #milirii writes

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areuserious · 3 years ago

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bruce for the ask game?

boy im in for it now

FOAMING AT THE MOUTH* YES U ARE

favorite thing about them?

idk the concept? and really just the themes of his stories (if done well) i like the concept of someone in a privileged position helping people in need and using that privilege to help people who arent so lucky. and the concept of someone who seems so dark and gritty being a genuinely good, soft hearted and hopeful person even if hes a bit off putting and brooding sometimes

least favorite thing about them?

ugh. where do i start. i guess everything that happens when dudebro writers project their toxic masculinity on him. but minus that, the fact that hes has some shitty coping mechanisms . what a dumb bitch. ilysm but pls learn to talk 2 ppl

favorite line?

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have eaten well. You've eaten Gotham's wealth. It's spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on; none of you are safe." (hardass line tbh)

brOTP?

him and cass. theyre so cool together, and i like the parelles between them. aka rising above horrible trauma and origins and stuff. and they're both basically like 😐

OTP?

superbat. they;re just. theYRE UST>?S?>?S>SNS?S? dies*

nOTP

ALL of the batcest but specifically brudick. nope. why do u guys like this???? why

random headcanon?

hmmmmm his fav color is magenta any no one ever expects it when he tells him that. its like that one B99 thing "no one will ever belive u" (+ he has so many piercings. impulsive teenage angst + a macys store)

unpopular opinion?

he shouldnt be drawn chunky bc it doesnt make sense for a martial artist whos supposed to be rlly quick and flexible be built like a body builder i will DIE ON THIS HILL

song i associate with them?

welcome to the black parade. duh/

favorite picture of them?

thigh highs???perhaps???

#bruce wayne #batman #dc

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alittlekittycat · 3 years ago

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Fugio for the ship ask!

YES. after like, ALL THE JOJO. All the main storyline. Them and maybe yasugap??? Or Dinopans?? But trurly. Them. They are the sun and moon I think from the outsider view. You know how it goes. If the grief anchors your feet. You know what to do.

I acutally shipped them before reading PHF for the aesthetics I suppose, also that fight with Illuso!!! But they weren't my otp I think. Also I quite disliked Giorno and just didn't think about him. I read PHF for Fugo and oh god. I didn't expect that chapter to be called The Soldier in Love but okay i'm reading JJBA after all. Also all througout (? Idk how to type HELP) the book. The way Fugo think about Giorno. Also I kin Fugo and I would kill for a s/o like GioGio so there is that. I just think that it's not a ship just for the fanarts and for the sweet bits, they are here but dudeee. The way they compliment each other. And I think the fandom is the opposite of jotakak fandom (in it's worse days). I just think that they compliment each other like no other jojo ship. Giorno is kinda a Kaworu to the Shinji of Fugo. It makes sense trust me. I have an OC that is a fanchild of theirs.

CANON. WHERE DO I START. So the fight with Illuso is cool and I think Fugo would admire him just bc of that. (my fanon shit: Fugo after the thing with Narancia would be like "I can't be gay, that was just friends, I am sometimes a girl sometimes a boy and sometimes everything outsidee but thst is irrelevant to the case of my sexuality." So he would think Giorno thing is platonic too). What then??? Oh yea I think they would interact more doing Vento Aurero with all their nerd shit. Thinking about poems and shit. Like best bros do. And OOH AHHH -10HP FROM EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THE VENEZIA. Oh ah.ooh.ah. oh ah ooh. *Minecraft damage sound*.

Okay so another point od canon: OURPLE HAZE FEEDBACK!!!!! I didn't expect it to be this gay. I loved when Fugo just trhought about Giorno. You know like friends admire homies. (They wouldn't call each other homie or bro but I use them just because). But oh god the last chapter. HOW IT SHOWS FUGO. AND GIORNO. IF GRIEF ANCHORS YOUR FEET. HALF A STEP. I loved it. Plain and simple. Heart to heart. From that moment they... Them... Slowly but yeah. Oh ah. Oooh/pos. Please accept my body, my heart and my soul. Who wants to propose to me like that. They are scratching my brain pretty good. Good colors....

Fandom: hmmmmmmmmm trans Giorno. This is I belive coded in canon but that's for another day. I do like how Fugio fans usually don't flatten the characters!!!!! Personally I do not like the cottagecore aspect of some fanart but that's personal (cottagecore for another post). Unpopular and personal opinion: Genderfluid Fugo. Bc i'm genderfluid. Matching colors schemes>>>> generally.... Love them... Also I like how some people portray Fugo as repulsed by touch bc yeah that's often me. Yeah.

BONUS BC I LOVE THEM:

My Fugio playlist in case you missed it

THEIR SONG;

Also their song:

Another song of theirs:

ANOTHER:

Thanks that all for now I love them. Going insane over them.

#fugio #jjba #jojo #vento aureo #golden wind #giorno giovanna #fugo pannacotta #well if thats not a long post...

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demonslayedher · 4 years ago

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Hello! I don't know if you've been asked about this before but I love your analysis and reflections and I'd love to know all your thoughts about Zennezu if you don't mind 👀⚡🎀 Thanks so much for this blog!! 😊💝

Thank you again for your patience, as well as your comments on my fics and stuff in the meantime (even on Bird Fic, kya~ thank you <3). All my thoughts, hmmmmn…. Well, clearly I am a fluffy ZenNezu shipper and ship-content creator now, but I sure didn’t start that way. This may be long and rambling and mixed between analysis and personal taste. (Actually, it turned into almost 4000 words.)

So. First a little background. I usually am not much of a shipper. The very few OTPs I have all ended in horrific tragedy, and when romance is a big focus of something I’m otherwise enjoying I usually end up not paying much attention to it in favor of all the other elements I like. This is so much more the case when you can tell they’re going to wind up happily ever after. So what happened to make me so soft and fuzzy about the Kimetsu ships, when I otherwise usually don’t have an appetite for happy fluffy romantic endings?

Three major factors: 1. I’m obsessed. 2. I love these characters and want to see anything and everything about them. 3. Romance wasn’t actually a big element at all in canon, so it left me with an appetite and curiosity for it.

Even though I figured from long ago that ZenNezu would be end game, initially I was somewhere between indifferent and put-off. As much as I love Zenitsu, and I acknowledge that Ufotable the added the “run around and chase Nezuko” bit and removed the part with Zenitsu adoringly talking to Nezuko through her box, and as much as he can be defended for being lonely rather a pervert, the fact still stands that his level of appreciation for girls makes the characters around him uncomfortable. His most cringe-worthy lines at the Butterfly Mansion are all straight from the manga, and even though he was easily one of my favorite characters by the end of my initial watch of the series, I was very put off by his “girls are all queens” surface-level comments and more disturbing pleasure he took in the presence of girls (especially when he could physically interact with them), not to mention his pathetic introduction bothering a complete stranger and displaying that he doesn’t actually take girls’ feelings into consideration.

All this made me inwardly groan, feeling bad for Nezuko, figuring they were going to wind up together because she’s a saint who can find the patience to deal with someone like that, as he clearly wasn’t going to be desirable to any of the rest of the female cast. Enjoying the series well enough despite this, it didn’t bother me terribly much, pairings happen, whatever, I have a history of ignoring them. But one day, well and deep into caring about this whole cast like they’re all my children, I realized something. Isn’t… isn’t it cute how they both get their strength from taking naps? W-wouldn’t it be cute to see them innocently take naps together? Naps to protect each other? Oh. Oh-h-h-h-h. Oh dear. Oh no, it’s cute. Oh no. OH NO.

And that was how my warming up to this pairing started, it very quickly grew into “I love these children and I want them to be happy, being with Nezuko will make Zenitsu very, very happy, I love seeing him happy, happy Zenitsu” but was still a little reserved about Nezuko. Zenitsu was going to make her happy, right? It wasn’t just going to be a case of Nezuko having gotten fond of him over the course of everything they’ve been though, he is actually going to be her taste and make her heart go “kyun” right? Oh Nezuko, oh saintly Nezuko…

Let’s take a moment to pause here and think chronologically, though, as well as analyze their personalities and tastes. Neither of them are particularly picky, we can start there. Aside from fussy busy-bodies like Aoi, as long as it’s a girl, any girl is Zenitsu’s type. He’s desperate, and he’s painted the whole of girl-kind in pretty similar, not always realistic rosy colors. Even though he’s been used and abused by so many girls in his past, it’s his desire to believe that each new one he meets will fit that rosy imaginary color he paints over them that he chooses to let himself be duped, because he really is that lonely. I’ll give him that, sure, he’s a healthy young man with an interest in physical touch, but his dream in Mugen Ressha gives a good indication of what he’s really looking for: companionship, someone who likes spending time with him, someone who will find him useful and believe in him and look to him for protection, someone who likes him enough to spare him the physical intimacy of simply holding his hand. This is all an extension of what Zenitsu desires as whole, hoping he can better himself enough to be reliable and valued in general. Picturing it in the form of a significant other is one very vivid way to focus all those feelings, resulting in that rosy ideal which Zenitsu probably knows in his heart of hearts is too good to be true. That’s why he probably doesn’t think he’s ever going to find it, and therefore why he’s all over any slightest chance of attaining it.

My gosh, if being abandoned over and over isn’t enough, the fact that none of the girls he dated in the past were ever willing to even hold his hand hurts so much.

Nezuko, though, grew up in a secure family with a good relationship to observe between her parents. She probably always envisioned growing up to be like her mother, the quintessential “good wife, wise mother” (a phrase coined later on in the Taisho period to idealize the traditional roles of a woman). She cooks and cleans and sews and the first fanbook even tells us she was good at using an abacus, so she can handle family finances like a pro. Her traditional values probably made her tastes pretty standard, hoping for a reliable protector, but also someone who might be as kind as her father and her brother. But as for what makes her heart go doki-doki? The extra comic at the end of volume 3 tells us that she does long since have a type, it’s a person who’s like a Hisha.

Hisha: a chess/Shougi piece that can move an unlimited number of spaces in horizontal and vertical directions, and is crowned a dragon when it enters enemy territory.

So, yes, this is the part where we all smile and point at Gotouge and say, “I see what you did there, Wani-sensei.”

I find this reassuring; it tells me that Nezuko can find her heart squeezed at how cool Zenitsu is instead of just coming around and liking him because she was flattered by his affection and learned to see how nice he is and stuff. There are plenty of nice Demon Slayers who are strong and cool protectors, but that ZING that Zenitsu has (when he’s asleep) is something that can make her heart race. I’m all for this. I hinge so much of my ZenNezu feelings on this Hisha comment.

The second fanbook states that Nezuko initially had trouble sorting out her memories, and because Zenitsu gave her two such different impressions, it felt like memories of two different people, but over time the memories overlapped to form one complete person. We could say that she and Zenitsu had two first meetings.

Initially, when she was in the box, her little demon heart did go doki-doki; it was the first time a boy besides her brother had protected her, so even though Oniichan is Number One in her heart for the general duration of canon, this encounter was sure to leave a flattering impression. However, when they met face to face that night, he was just some confusing dandelion yelling and screaming about weird stuff, and then he was just a confusing (and possible bothersome) dandelion wanting to hang around her and give her flowers and stuff. It’s anyone’s guess just how “there” Nezuko was at this stage, as she does seem to gain back more of her own will and thought processes over the course of the series, rather than being guided by very, very simple rules to govern her behavior.

Zenitsu feel in love at first sight, and the second fanbook tells us he asked Tanjiro about her human personality, seeing as she wasn’t fully there. He was initially doubtful that anyone so perfect as Nezuko could exist and figured Tanjiro must had been biased and therefore exaggerating, but can we blame Zenitsu for being a smidge guarded? He’s been let down a lot, after all.

We know from Taisho Secrets and side novels that Zenitsu spent a lot of time with Nezuko during their long recovery at the Butterfly Mansion. Even how much more thought we see Nezuko display in the Train arc, she probably underwent a lot of mental development in this time, and my guess is that due to how much he interacted with her, this is probably when Zenitsu went from being a strange dandelion to a strange companion. She probably focused more on the goldfish and the pretty flowers (which he did take her to see!) and any flattering mention of her brother, though. Zenitsu, I’m relieved to say, seemed to genuinely care about what would make Nezuko happy instead of selfishly assuming something like “she likes me too, she wants to marry me.” But knowing Zenitsu, he probably assumed that her willingness to spend time with him was an indication of being willing to talk marriage once she was more herself again, though.

Let’s pause here and put on our Oniichan goggles, though. Early on, Tanjiro has to insist to just about everyone that Nezuko is still her own person with her own thoughts and feelings. Being a demon has taken a lot of her freedom to act on her true nature away from her, but he knows she’s still in there and he treats her like an equal human being. He had to watch over and over as people see his sister and only think, “demon.”

And then there’s his friend Zenitsu, who looks at her and thinks, “girl. Girl! Girl. Girl. Sweet girl, adorable girl, best girl in the world.” And maybe that’s a little bothersome, but yes, someone gets it!! Someone understands! Even though Tanjiro’s initial concerns are keeping Nezuko from being bothered by unwelcome advances, as long as Zenitsu is willing to respect that Nezuko is not entirely able to speak for herself now, he seems pretty approving of Zenitsu (provided Nezuko decides she likes him back). I’d like to think there was an unspoken promise between bros on what boundaries to follow. Besides that, Tanjiro believes in Zenitsu a lot more than Zenitsu believes in himself, so Tanjiro probably wasn’t worried about the “strong protector” role a future husband should fulfil. Or at least, Tanjiro doesn’t seem concerned once he gets to know Zenitsu, he’d have rejected Zenitsu flat-out on that first meeting. Zenitsu, you are so lucky Tanjiro is so forgiving.

However, for as much as Zenitsu sees Nezuko as “GIRL!! Girl, girl, girl!”, he’s still got his rosy vision that conveniently clouds out any disturbing realities. She is, after all, a demon.

This is something Zenitsu never actually had the chance to struggle with, and I would have really liked to see him challenged by that reality a bit more. He never witnessed Nezuko’s berserker mode, nor did he ever see her struggle to keep from eating someone, he wasn’t even awake to watch her fight like a violent animal/angry toddler on the train. Had there been a scene of Zenitsu forced to face how terrifying she had potential to be, it would had really sold his commitment to Nezuko specifically, instead of only Nezuko as his most likely girlfriend candidate.

On the train, Nezuko has the good fortune of seeing another side of Zenitsu, getting one hell of a doki-doki moment. As she’s gaining more self-awareness back, it probably made those doki-dokis more complex too. While I understand there wasn’t a good opportunity to fit in the pace of the story, I love that Taisho Secret of her concerned about him before he wakes up. Instead of him just being that boy who shows her pretty things and says nice things about her Oniichan, this is when he starts becoming something a little more unique among all the people whom little demon Nezuko has bet and who have been nice to her.

In the months that follow, we don’t get much deviation from this slow development. Zenitsu’s feelings toward Nezuko don’t really change at all, but there’s another thing about this ship: neither one chose the other over anybody else. They sort of just came together, Zenitsu gets hooked on one girl at a time, but what if someone had come along with an interest in him? At what point would he had given up on Nezuko? Probably pretty quickly, if someone was serious enough about him. It wouldn’t have been a break up either, since he was still in the pursuing stages (might be more of a break-up conversation with Tanjiro, who had been tacitly supportive).

Actually, for most of the remainder of the series, the affection that Nezuko and Zenitsu build for each other is done when they’re apart, dwelling on their thoughts of each other. For Nezuko, we see this come out after the Swordsmith Village arc in her sunlit elation to see him again, and her efforts to greet him. She very clearly recognizes him and is happy to see him, a big difference compared to how she was more elated by the sight of a fishbowl before. In Zenitsu’s case, this deepening of his affections and running away with his thoughts and feelings results him declaring once and for all, this is her. He’s found her. This is the girl who he will be committed to his whole life, in his heart she is already his wife.

When human!Nezuko is gaining her memories back, her first impressions are of the boy showing her pretty things and giving her flowers, someone who probably has a crush on her, rather than thinking back to someone who she may have had a crush on. (Those cool impressions probably hit her later, I’m assuming, given the stress of the moment.) Romance is not immediately on her mind, though she does quickly recall having friendly affection for this boy for has always been so sweet to her. And Nezuko, handling his surprising level of affection gracefully, helps Zenitsu off the battlefield while he’s in terrible pain (though she probably was too, my poor girl, that fight with demon!Tanjiro was so rough). But honestly, not only is she probably too overwhelmed by everything to think much about romance, but she probably doesn’t take Zenitsu very seriously initially. She knows he’s got a tendency to overexaggerate, and it’s nice that he’s so sweet to her, but since he acts all fluffy and silly around her she probably thinks he’s not being that serious either. Furthermore, she’s got a lot of people to suddenly care about, Zenitsu has a lot to contend with for trying to get special attention. Hell, Zenitsu was probably awake and causing a racket while she was frantic with worry that comatose Giyuu might die. While she did remake Jiichan’s haori to fit Zenitsu’s later, see spent her time in the hospital mending Giyuu’s haori (Nezuko, baby, doesn’t your hand hurt though!?). While Zenitsu was swept up in happy “Nezuko is human now, we’re totally gonna get married” feels, he probably didn’t even notice that he was only one slice in a very big pie of memories that Nezuko suddenly found in her lap and had to slowly chew and digest.

So… this brings us to the extra post-canon comic in the second fanbook, which I initially did not like very much back when it came out in February. I’ve come around a lot to it, but what really hit me at first was “oh no, Nezuko really is only going to accept this marriage because she’s a saint, he’s not being desirable at all.”

But, treating it with a little more patience and sympathy for Zenitsu… he’s just gotten what he’s always wanted, of course he’s going to stop striving a bit and get blissfully carried away in it. And Nezuko, the ever sweet, isn’t going to stop him.

Some of the other commentary in the fanbook states that Zenitsu, for a time, found himself terrified of how girls could be sweet to his face while hiding their true thoughts about him. But, finding that Nezuko was not at all two-faced, he nearly “died and went to heaven” as the exaggeration goes. He doesn’t like to work hard in the first place (but does, because it will make people like Jiichan proud), so getting away with being spoiled is too big of a temptation to resist. Nezuko is sensitive to what makes the people around her happy or uncomfortable, so she never makes any request of Zenitsu. She’s so grateful to have their new little family that her happiness is everyone else’s happiness, she doesn’t really desire a heartthrob romance, even if being a wife and mother is an eventual goal. And, without being under any pressure to make someone proud, Zenitsu gets swept away and indulges.

Thank you, Tanjiro, for putting a stop to this.

He’s still rooting for Zenitsu, since this is his friend and he knows it would make his friend happy to wind up with Nezuko, but he’s setting himself up for failure, or setting Nezuko up to be cheated out on a good match at this rate (if she were to accept out of being nice). Very, very thankfully, Zenitsu responds well to pressure. By this point Nezuko has gotten so used to sweet but indulgent Zenitsu that he seems she totally accepted that his Hisha side didn’t exist anymore, if it even existed in the first place.

Good for Zenitsu asking for her response a year later (when they’d be getting to the legal marriage ages for the Taisho period anyway), he knew he still had shaping up to do to earn her affection. And Nezuko probably needed time to build some admiration for him again, since the doki-dokis were so gone. Even if he couldn’t use that super cool Thunder Breath anymore, it would probably catch her attention to see him strive again, to put effort into being manly, specifically for her. It wasn’t just the Thunder Breath that gave her doki-dokis, it was the Hisha knight-like attitude too, whether asleep and acting on his inner potential, or awake and bravely defending her based on his own goodness and faith.

I hope that in their married life, Zenitsu will retain that sort of manliness in being a provider for her, even he does get indulged a lot at home.

Now for how this plays into some of my fanwork and headcanons:

You know how I said all my OTPs were tragedies? Yeah, I love a good dose of angst. I did start writing a single-scene fic one time of injured Zenitsu desperately trying to cover Nezuko from the sun while waiting for Tanjiro to find them, and in Nezuko’s panic about the sun she starts losing her self-control over her appetite, and Zenitsu is forced to confront that the girl he loves could very easily kill him. I never finished it, though, and it was embarrassingly self-indulgent.

For my big favorite AU of a monster fanfic, I did add more ZenNezu on the massive edit, because by this point I just enjoy ZenNezu so much that I wanted more of it. But!! What I really like about working with it in this fic is that there’s a conflict: Demon!Tanjiro. In this canon divergence, Human!Nezuko and Zenitsu get to interact more than they ever did while she was a demon, and they both already have affection for each other, but the lingering fact that Tanjiro is technically their enemy gives me some tension and angst to work with.

Yes, I wrote a One Shot of Zenitsu and Nezuko as fresh new parents, but it was a bit of a dark dive into Zenitsu’s feelings of inadequacy. But domesticity comes with some inevitable fluff anyway, and likewise it felt embarrassing indulgent, and I can’t write fluff without a little bittersweetness. M…maybe the reason I’m not a shipper is because I’m easily flustered???

I’d like to think that Zenitsu got a desk job that he worked hard at because he wants to be a provider, and Nezuko does find his hard work attractive. I headcanon it was at an electric company, because hahahaha, electricity. I’d like to think he had a long career in that company (and although his colleagues know him for having a bit of an extreme personality and being obsessed with his wife, they sometimes catch glimpses of a very, very strong side of Zenitsu—like, scarily strong), and that when he’s old and retired in the Postwar Economic Miracle, he buys a fancy camera to take pictures of Nezuko (instead of “say cheese” it’s “Thunderclap and Flash!”), and he takes Nezuko to Paris because that’s the romantic thing to do. Also, I don’t like moustaches as a rule, but I totally approve of old man Zenitsu having a fluffy moustache.

World War Two, though… I’d like to think that if his job had him in the city, he was extremely reliable when it came to protecting his family in case of bombing. I’d also like to think that this was when the Kamado family moved to the city, because Nezuko was worried about Kanao and her nieces and nephews, so Zenitsu made sure they were all together. Inosuke might had taken the opposite route and taken his family to the mountains to shelter out there in the wild.

AAAAHHHH, listen to me being so self-indulgent with headcanons, I pride myself on sticking close to canon in my fanwork, I will never produce this, AAAAHHHH, I’m embarrassed~~~~I---I’m not a shipper! No! I don’t have a shipper’s bone in my body! Who needs romance, it means nothing to me, I don’t get swept up in happy fantasies about young newlywed Zenitsu and Nezuko, really I don’t, I take what canon gives me and I stick with it, I’m here for bromance and comradery and fights to the death, I—I don’t need disgusting fluffy feelings, ew, ew, no, really-----ahhh, too flustered, too flustered, too flustered, no, no, no, no, no, no, WHEN DID I BECOME A SHIPPER, nnnnnnnnhhhhjjjj

Which is all to say that Zenitsu and Nezuko as a pairing really grew on me, even though it is essentially a fluffy happy pairing that only got surface-level interaction and was never seriously challenged. It’s got some shadows lurking in there, especially diving into Zenitsu’s heart, but in general this was a slow build-up of mutual affection between two characters with pretty simple desires of their own, and most of all, a desire to see each other happy. That makes it a good comfort ship.

And they’re both are sleepyheads, hNNNGGGHHHhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH

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