#suppresses himself to try and make others like him more or at least dislike him less

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

i have to think about chilchuck and laios forever

[nukacoola]

Deacon's dislike and hate talks are my favorite of any companion in fo4 because they're so unique and it's such a great look into his character.

In his first talk he really tries to get through to you. He tries to explain in a non-aggressive, even complimentary, manner why he hasn't been liking what you've been doing lately. Depending on what you say he basically babies you.

In his second talk is when he shows a hint of anger which I find super interesting because Deacon rarely shows anger. Even when you do things he hates he either won't say anything or will make a sarcastic comment about how he disagrees with what you did. I can only think of three times genuine anger/frustration is shown from him: this talk, starting the kill-the-Railroad quest for the Brotherhood, and his talk for when you murder someone which was cut from the game. He only has anger in his voice at the very beginning of the 2nd talk. Then it fades, showing that he's suppressing it or calming himself down.

But the main reason I am so fascinated by this talk is because he is the only companion (besides Strong) who you can not convince to give you one last chance. There's no option, no orange or red skill check. If you ask him to stay he says, "Not gonna happen. Sorry."

Where most companions will leave on bad terms after their second (or third if you convince them to stay) talk, Deacon says "We'll be seeing each other a lot, and I'm not one to hold grudges. Just remember, we're trying to help people, not make the garbage dump stink even more." And then leaves on distant coworker terms. In both talks (at least to me) he feels notably distant in the way he speaks to you. He already has his walls up and he tries to explain to you what the problem is before realizing in his second talk it was a useless venture.

Throughout both talks he compares you to Glory which is a whole other interesting topic (especially taking into account a tense conversation you can hear between Desdemona and Glory if you hang around Railroad HQ long enough).

I just love him.

[ch6sos]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ teen!nanami headcanons

love my emo king so i decided to make headcanons for him because love himso sosooo MUCH <3 I am obsessed with nanami I am sorry guys for the amount of nanami but he is my beloved and my hyperfixation wooooooooooo

lmk if i should make an emo teen nanami as ur bf headcanon ill gladly do it sweetie pies

He is much quieter as a child and rarely speaks. I believe he will be more reserved as a teenager, not because he is shy, but because he dislikes talking to strangers. He is distant, but not unfriendly.

Haibara is the only person who is allowed in his room, and I do not make the rules. 

Owned an iPod/iPod touch (even though Nanami is the Samsung king) and he would stream his little emo bands.

As a teenager, he appears to be more immature and irrational, displaying difficulty in controlling his emotions sometimes. Despite his calm exterior, he is still a teenage boy so he has regular outbursts here and there.

HATED IT when he tried one of Shoko’s cigarettes; he most likely took one puff and began to cough as though he was going to die.

Sassy king who rolls his eyes and emo hair flips at least 7 times per second, 24/7.

“Nanami, can you do that thing?”

"Do not bother me at this time, Gojo." 

“OH MY GOD YOU DID IT.”

"What did I do."

"The hair flip thing... hahaha you need to cut your bangs."

"I prefer to keep it this way so I can focus on you with one eye and spare the other from seeing more of your face."

Haibara is an extrovert who encourages him to attend events and socialize with others. 

His backpack is tidy. His books are neatly organized, and his papers are not crammed together.

 He was forced to go to karaoke rooms with Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and Haibara, where he would sit and listen to them sing loudly.

"C'mon, Nanami... sing!" 

"..."

“Please?"

"..."

It turns out he was singing all along, albeit softly and quietly, while they sang along loudly to the screen lyrics.

He spaces out a lot when people talk to him because he just wants to go home.

Haibara is subtly affectionate towards him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder like many guys do. He doesn't push him off, but the other guy freezes and maintains some distance.

He once woke up from a nap and found himself wearing eyeliner, black nail polish, and eyeshadow. He immediately ran out to scold Gojo (it wasn't just him) (but he secretly liked it).

"Gojo, what the fuck is this?"

"This is your culture!" 

"Please refrain from touching me while I am sleeping."

“Hey! Who said it was only me?”

“Jesus Christ.”

Probably got a double helix piercing (that eventually healed when he became an adult) (sorry guys).

(Though he still has his earlobe piercings as an adult, he just never really wears earrings anymore. Though you can see the various holes.)

Geto accompanied him to get piercings, and despite feeling nervous at first, he ended up loving the experience and feeling badass.

"It feels good, right?"

"Oh, yeah, I suppose," he mumbled, trying to suppress a broad smile. As he arrived at his dorm, a dorky grin spread across his face. He stood in front of the mirror for several hours, hyping himself up.

Listens to My Chemical Romance, Nirvana, Van Halen, Metallica, Guns N' Roses, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Green Day, Foo Fighters, The Strokes, and Paramore. And more. :)

He would probably like gothic characters from cartoons or shows, like Raven from Teen Titans.

If you quietly make your way into his dorm room while he's listening to music, you'll catch him singing out the lyrics to his beloved emo songs. As the music moves him, he'll start air guitaring and air drumming with fervor. However, if he catches you witnessing his private performance, you'll see a flicker of embarrassment cross his face.

Gojo once tried to dye one of his hair strands purple or blue, but he failed. Instead of turning the strand the desired color, it only lightened his hair slightly, resulting in a lighter shade of blonde that looked like gray hair.

"Gojo, you made me look like a grandfather. I should've done it myself.”

"Looks great on you, Nanami! Fits you too since you kind of act like a grandpa.”

"Oh you, son of a—"

He secretly owns a Tamagotchi named Helena after remembering it is a My Chemical Romance song.

Wept when they split up.

Has secretly attended several concerts, raves, and gatherings, enjoying the kindness and energy of the events.

Has previously used an Ouija board with Gojo, Geto, and Haibara, and the "spirit" liked him.

He goes to the Japanese equivalent of a Hot Topic to get his clothes.

He smells earthy and musky because he is emo, and he probably has a cologne fragrance bottle shaped like a skull.

He rarely posted on MySpace, and when he did, it was only about his music and book reviews.

Likely wore a fake lip piercing, a silver skull necklace, and one of those spikey emo bracelets.

Read Scott Pilgrim comics for a while. 

He was not too dry, so he used emoticons like "-_-" "-.-" "._. ".-." "^_^"

In his spare time, he enjoys reading books about horror and mystery. 

Owned a black Nintendo DS and always handed it to Haibara so he could play with it. Was not upset when Haibara accidentally dropped it in the water, but was sad that he lost his Pokemon progress.

Never had a genuine crush on someone, though when he does he becomes shy and awkward around the person he has a crush on, often finding himself avoiding them like the plague. Whenever he catches sight of them, uncertainty clouds his mind, nerves all over the place.

Despite his efforts to suppress his feelings, they only seem to intensify. This is his first experience with a serious crush, and his initial reaction is to try to shake off the emotions, but he soon realizes that he can't - he's simply head over heels in love.

Whenever he sees them, he does a cute, dorky thing - he goes to his mirror, fixes his bangs, and hypes himself up. He sprayed more cologne than usual, coughed a little, and made sure his skull necklace, helix piercings, and slight eyeshadow looked good. He gives himself several minutes for a pep talk because he still gets so nervous.

He fidgets a lot, constantly finding ways to occupy his hands even when he appears outwardly calm. It's as if he can't help but engage in some form of repetitive movement, whether it's tapping his fingers, twirling a pen, or adjusting his sleeves.

He also stammers a bit sometimes especially when talking to someone he likes.

Talks to Haibara about how he feels most of the time. Out of everyone he trusts Haibara.

He draws on himself when he is bored. He intended to get a tattoo, so he drew on himself to see how it would look.

He has a journal, emphasizing that it's not a diary, where he writes down his emotions. He finds solace in jotting down his innermost feelings as he often struggles to express them verbally.

In his journal, not a diary, he vents a lot. He is frustrated with himself because he is so bad at expressing his emotions. When he wants to, he can't, and he just pushes people away, which he despises.

"Sometimes I wonder why. Why do I have to be like this? I do want to talk to people and express my emotions to them, but I could never. It genuinely scares me, and that is something I want to fix about myself."

Owns several band shirts and wears them to bed. When he is older, they're smaller on him. I wonder why.

When he's out with Haibara and the group, he always wears his headphones and drifts off while listening to music.

“NA-NA-MIIIII!”

*pretends not to hear gojo*

In the modern world, he would be the quiet student who consistently gets top grades, sits at the back of the class, and rarely participates.

When someone shares the same interests as him he tries not to look too excited but ultimately fails.

As a teenager, he adamantly refuses to pursue a romantic relationship but secretly desires one to fulfill his need for affection.

Thus, he spends his time reading romantic novels, gaining insights into how the male protagonists treat their significant others. This newfound knowledge inspires him to learn how to treat his future significant other.

Even though he is mature for his age, he sometimes wishes he had been raised differently. He genuinely feels like he is wasting his youth by not spending more time being a teenager.

Converse + Vans are his specialty and they’re all beat up.

He sees Geto as a fashion inspiration because he is another emo king.

When he's not in uniform, he enjoys wearing oversized, tucked-in T-shirts paired with sleek black pants and a studded belt. His fingers are adorned with multiple rings, and he complements this look with a sleek black watch.

He always spends an extra dollar to buy someone something from the vending machine. Need a soda? He gotcha.

He always seems to be munching on something, whether it's the crunch of Doritos or potato chips. However, he doesn't seem to have as much of a sweet tooth.

an emo king who deserves the world

a/n: i love my goat

[lucien0-0]

I hate you?

Hating someone for no reason was normal, right? Or at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself every time your eyes landed on Megumi and an intense, unfamiliar feeling blossomed in your chest, a feeling you associated with anger. But no one could blame you when no one had taught you properly.

Avoiding being near Megumi wasn’t easy; after all, you were in the same class at Jujutsu High, making it inevitable to see him at every moment. However, Satoru Gojo, being the good teacher he was, always brought you together even more whenever possible. He sent you on missions together, often pointless ones, or sent you to fetch something he urgently needed—like sweets from the best shop in Tokyo, far enough away that you would spend a good amount of time together.

This time was no different when he sent you on a mission to exterminate a Grade 4 curse, something much more useful than fetching sweets. However, being alone with Megumi always made you anxious and left your hands sweaty. To your eyes, he was someone arrogant, always acting as if he didn’t care about anything and seeming superior to others; this irritated you and made you feel an increasing urge to curse him out. The way he handled the curse also annoyed you—not that he did anything particularly impressive, but the way he looked incredibly handsome while fighting was just too irritating.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked, finally looking at you for the first time that day, or so you thought.

“I’m not looking at you.” A cough escaped your throat as you realized you were indeed staring at him, and a slight blush crept up your cheeks as you tried to hide it.

The exchanges between you and Megumi were always short or even non-existent most of the time, and the atmosphere was always uncomfortable, with a palpable tension in the air that everyone else noticed.

From Megumi’s perspective, he didn’t have any bad feelings toward you. To be honest, he would say he genuinely wanted to get closer to you. But the angry looks you shot at him didn’t go unnoticed; since you seemed to dislike him, he avoided talking to you too much so as not to make you uncomfortable. It hurt Megumi to know that you didn’t like him, especially since at some point he began to develop feelings for you—feelings that became too deep for him to simply ignore as he usually would.

Megumi always felt happy when Gojo gave you silly tasks because he could spend time with you, even if no words were exchanged and his cheeks were flushed the whole way. His heart would race whenever he was in your presence, and his body would tingle—a new but very welcome sensation. Every day, he found himself wishing you felt the same way he did, that you shared the same sensations.

“Why do you hate me?” he asked suddenly while still staring intently at your face, hoping for a genuine answer.

“I don’t hate you.” Your tone sounded drier than you intended, and your eyes diverted from Megumi’s slender figure, trying to suppress the stubborn tingling you felt whenever he looked at you.

“Then why do you always avoid me, cut off our conversations, and give me angry looks?” He perfectly pointed out everything you did unconsciously.

“I…” The words wouldn’t form in your head, and you didn’t know what to say. You had no excuses or a quick lie to offer; deep down, you knew you did everything he mentioned, but why did you do it? It was a question you were asking yourself in that moment, but unfortunately, it remained unanswered. “I don’t know, okay? I just feel strange when I’m near you.” A sigh escaped your lips as you wiped your sweaty hands on your uniform to dry them, the nervousness lodged in your throat.

“You could have just told me, and I would have tried to change if any of my actions made you uncomfortable,” he sighed, seeming different from the usual Megumi who always appeared oblivious to the world. “I like you, and when I say like, I mean I really like you. And it’s painful to see you always looking at me with so much disdain. I’m not telling you this to make you feel pity or anything; I’m telling you because I don’t want to feel suffocated by my own feelings anymore. If you really want to keep your distance from me, I will do my best to respect that, and I’ll ask Sensei Gojo to stop trying to bring us together.” Megumi felt as if he had finally lifted a weight off his shoulders, feeling more relieved than ever. He watched your eyes remain focused on him, slightly wide, as you seemed to be processing everything he had just said while your mind declared a state of emergency.

And indeed, your head felt like it was malfunctioning as you struggled to truly process everything the other had said to you, the phrase "I really like you" repeating in a loop. It was hard to come up with a good response for the dark-haired boy.

"I don’t know, I really don’t know. I don’t know how I really feel; I don’t know if I truly dislike you. I don’t even have a reason not to like you; maybe it’s just my sense of inferiority or the feeling I get every time I see you." You brought your hands to your face, hiding your confused expression from Megumi’s attentive eyes, who felt as nervous as you did.

"What do you feel when you see me?" The simple question made you feel your heart pounding even harder.

"I-I feel my heart racing, and it seems like at any moment my heart is going to jump out… oh God, I think those are signs of infatuation, right?" You covered your face with your hands, feeling completely silly for not realizing something so simple and clear before; worse, you felt the guilt swell in your chest for making Megumi feel bad because of your own ignorance.

"I’m not the best on the subject, but I think so." A cocky smile appeared on the dark-haired boy's lips, something not so common to see. "So… what do you think about going out with me?" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Well, I guess I can say yes. However, I’ll be taking you out as an apology."

"I don’t think I need an apology, but I can live with that."

[leggerefiore]

Food Fight

cw: drabble, can be interpreted as platonic and romantic

pairing: Ingo/Reader or Emmet/Reader or Ingo&Reader&Emmet

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It was a battle.

Not one of fists, nor one of pokemon, but one of lunch.

Your suggestion of a fun group activity was supposed to be light-hearted and easy, not whatever this was before you. Ingredients were smeared and placed in sections they were not supposed to be, while brothers seemed to glare and bicker. Ingo's lightly spicy hamburger section had been tainted with jam and whipped cream. Emmet's strawberry-banana peanut butter jam section was littered with a few jalapeños and mustard. The brothers themselves were an array of colours that had once been intended as food.

How had this happened?

Emmet had certainly started it, teasing Ingo lightly about his apparent dislike of sweets. Ingo was going to ignore it at first, but the younger twin had accidentally smeared jam just a bit too close to his designated section for his liking. His response? Well, none other than placing a jalapeño atop one of Emmet's bananas. A gasp left him at the offence. Then, it became a mess. The fact that they were grown adult men seemed lost.

You could only sigh. The jam on Ingo's side might not have been that bad of a flavour match, actually. The jalapeño and mustard had definitely ruined Emmet's side, however. You shook your head. Emmet suddenly cried out as Ingo managed to get a jalapeño into his mouth. The twin started fanning himself as he spit out the pepper.

You cut your section out from the sandwich and thought for a moment. Both liked savoury flavours, at least.

~

“Hey! Do you two still want to eat?” you called out to the twins after they had seemed to stop their fighting. Ingo looked over to you and grew flustered. Did he forget that you were with them? Emmet just nodded and got up to head back to the table that you had set up. Their mess of a sandwich was odd to the side and instead replaced with one that you had made. Klawf sticks, avocado, pineapple, jalapeño, and marmalade… It was a good mix of what they both liked and should not have been too overwhelming.

Emmet appeared a bit apprehensive at first, yet pushed himself to try it. Teeth eventually sank into the bread. His unsure expression slowly shifted into a bright smile and wide eyes. Ingo had treaded over, too, after suppressing his embarrassment.  He took a piece of the divided sandwich for himself. His bite was much quicker, clearly holding much less apprehension than Emmet had. He nodded at the flavour, eyes closing to savour it for a moment. The bravo that followed his swallow almost made you laugh.

“… Mmm, the peppers are not that bad,” Emmet relented quietly. Ingo seemed to puff up at that. You had a feeling that he had been trying to convince him to try them properly for a while.

“Yes, I suppose pineapple is not that terrible, either,” Ingo decided to give something to Emmet, too. The younger twin giggled at his words and leaned into his side playfully. You wanted to roll your eyes. Whatever animosity had overtaken them both was gone in an instant.

“Thank you verrrry much,” Emmet turned to you after everyone had finished eating, “… Sorry for almost ruining the picnic.” You just shrugged in reply. They were not at their worst, you supposed.

“Yes… That was immature of us,” Ingo continued, “Please do not think of us like that! We simply… bicker sometimes. Usually, we are much more in sync.” It was clear that he did not like the idea of you viewing them so poorly. You just shook your head.

They were too cute to be upset with.

(They both worked to make a sandwich for you as thanks afterward. It was touching, truly.)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

YOTP - July

Ah, I've forgotten to finish and upload this. Forgive me!

Pairing: Curumo x Aiwendil

Prompts: Vacation together, Power Swap, Enemies to Lovers, “Batman won’t like this”, Stars, Coffeeshop AU

Words: 2 015

Warnings: Hostility, a lost wallet, 1 bed trope, Aquarium, a kiss

Aiwendil pursed his lips but didn’t object when the rooms were assigned.

Curumo looked as if he’d bitten into a lemon, which was not exactly edifying either.

“All right?” Mairon asked impatiently.

“All right,” Aiwendil muttered. What else was he to say? He couldn’t very well tell his imperious top manager that he was afraid that Curumo might be unhappy.

Since he’d started working at the little, cosy coffee shop, he’d constantly found himself at odds with the tall, imperious, heart-wrenchingly alluring junior manager of the establishment.

At first, the tension had been distinctly hostile, and Aiwendil had suffered profoundly under the devastating certainty that he was loathed by his handsome superior when he’d done nothing to deserve such instant dislike as far as he recalled.

“We should go—I want to freshen up,” Curumo hissed without looking over and strode away.

Aiwendil followed him wordlessly, trying hard not to think of that hazy night of the last company Christmas party. Someone had spiked the punch, and they’d ended up making out frantically in the establishment’s impeccably clean backroom.

It had been an unexpected, cataclysmic event, and—to his knowledge—nobody else was aware of what had transpired.

Unfortunately, at least from Aiwendil’s perspective, such a thing had then never happened again.

On the contrary, from that incident onward, Curumo seemed to despise him even more; he could barely look at his young colleague without his thin-lipped mouth curling into a cruel, disgusted line.

They were, of course, much too professional to let the fraught enmity between them have any negative repercussions on the shop, and thus, the little business had known record figures this year around.

It had been generous of Melkor, the owner, to invite all his employees to a trip to the seaside during their obligatory off-season, and Aiwendil was far from ungrateful, but he now wished that he’d declined the offer, nevertheless.

Probably, it had all been a subterfuge to get Mairon, who managed most of the day-to-day affairs for Melkor, alone while wearing a skimpy bathing suit.

A sharp sting of envy shot through Aiwendil’s heart at the realisation that others fared much better with their workplace romances, and he vowed that he’d at least try to clear the air before he spent a whole weekend sharing a room with someone who seemed to hate him.

“Which bed do you want?” Curumo asked as he pushed open the plywood door, only to freeze mid-movement with a small but deep groan. “Never mind!”

Perplexed by this sudden change of stance, Aiwendil poked his head into the room and suppressed a low exclamation of distress of his own.

The point was moot because there was but one huge bed, looming like a pool of quicksand in the middle of the cosy room.

“Ah,” Aiwendil said indecisively because he felt that he needed to say something.

His intense desire to melt into the worn carpet, never to be seen again, remained mercilessly unfulfilled, though.

No matter how often or frantically he blinked, his unfortunate situation—condemned to spend his holiday perched up with someone he’d neither call an enemy, a friend, nor a lover confidently—didn’t change.

“This will absolutely not do,” Curumo grunted, his face ablush with righteous anger.

Aiwendil’s heart sank; he’d never considered the other a rival or even a foe, despite his outright inimical behaviour, and he’d secretly hoped that their inebriated folly would eventually have a positive impact on their strained relationship.

How bitterly disappointed he’d been in that regard. He hoped that it wasn’t too late to change that.

“I’m sorry,” he said automatically as if he’d purposefully booked the room they’d been assigned randomly. “Maybe we can swap with someone else?”

At that, Curumo frowned. “I highly doubt that any of the others would be any more comfortable sharing a bed than us.”

His eyebrow quirked expressively, telling Aiwendil that he’d not forgotten about his fall from grace either.

For a long moment, the only thing in the room was awkward tension and the wheezing of the old air conditioning.

“Maybe we should rejoin the others?” Aiwendil then said dejectedly—as much as he’d hoped that this little get-away would be the perfect opportunity to mend fences with Curumo, he wasn’t the kind of man who willingly, consciously imposed his prolonged presence on someone to whom it was visibly loathsome.

Unfortunately, their streak of bad luck didn’t end there.

When they’d made their way back to the lobby, having been delayed by an uncoordinated, fat woman trying to get all her suitcases out of the lift before the doors could close, their party had already left.

The snooty young man behind the reception desk wordlessly shoved over a glossy flyer, advertising a marine biology museum.

Curumo’s eyes lit up—he’d once dated a half-mad surfer who’d liked to wax poetic about various sea creatures. After the seemingly countless hours he’d listened to Aiwendil talk about local and exotic critters, he felt that it was only fair that he’d for once be the one to bore the other to tears with utterly irrelevant factoids.

“The next bus comes in 5 minutes,” the receptionist informed them before turning to the very same rotund lady from before who was now in tears because her AC unit was not working properly.

“Oh, that sounds fun…If you want to go, I mean,” Aiwendil muttered miserably, picking up random brochures and stuffing them into his very unattractive fanny pack haphazardly.

“Do you think I want to spend the day alone with you?” Curumo hissed. “Let’s go!”

To his surprise, his unwelcome companion’s choices had been much less random than he’d originally thought. As a matter of fact, Aiwendil was able to locate the bus stop and work out a shortcut that might get them to the museum in time to rejoin their group.

Uncomfortable and embarrassed, Curumo launched into a long diatribe about the sexual habits of dolphins—it soon turned out that Aiwendil was a much more gracious listener than his cranky colleague had ever been.

That much could have been predicted, but Curumo found himself nevertheless bemused by the evident swap in roles and powers.

Usually, it was Aiwendil who was chattering away while he tried to keep things running smoothly. He was also astounded by how relaxing it was to, for once, let someone else worry about the applicable minutia and rules while he could simply prattle on and on with gusto.

“No! Really?” Aiwendil exclaimed, proving that he’d been listening carefully, as they got out of the last bus. It had been an unbearably hot and uncomfortable ride, but Curumo almost regretted its inevitable end.

He even grimaced when he saw his bosses and colleagues standing around aimlessly in front of the wide-open glass doors.

“Melkor lost his wallet—again!” Mairon snorted. Their manager wore his white linen suit with the enviable elegance of a black widow squandering her inheritance at the French Riviera, and his designer eyewear flashed in the merciless sun as their chaotic boss crawled on his hands and knees under benches.

“I had it when we left,” Melkor swore and narrowed his eyes at his employees in a silent bid for assistance.

“At once,” Aiwendil exclaimed and dropped to his own knees readily.

Curumo watched him scurry this way and that, and—behind his own sober sunglasses—he shamelessly ventured a few lingering looks at his colleague’s small, firm behind poking out from behind a massive flowerpot.

Finally, when the renegade wallet had been located and retrieved, they all shuffled into the blue penumbra of the museum obediently—it was uncomfortably hot and muggy inside, and people soon split up into smaller groups so as to not overcrowd the displays.

When Aiwendil looked up from an explanatory plaquette about the conservation efforts made by the local government he’d been perusing with earnest interest, he was startled to discover that Curumo was still hovering at his side, evidently patiently waiting for him to finish.

“Would you like to go see the tunnel?” he asked sheepishly. From where he stood, he’d seen his colleagues rush through the hallway that cut right through one of the bigger aquariums, and he’d been irrationally dismayed by their lack of patience and admiration for their unique surroundings.

“The glass is solid, right?” Aiwendil mumbled. “I’m not a superb swimmer.”

“If it should collapse, swimming would be least of your worries,” Curumo assured him in what he only realised had been more of a threat than a kindness when Aiwendil’s eyes widened in sudden alarm. “Nonsense, the glass is perfectly safe. Come!”

Since that night when Curumo’s thin, firm lips had driven him half to distraction, Aiwendil had never received another invitation of any kind, so he was not about to forego this one. He lurched into motion.

Standing in the flickering darkness, he felt his heartbeat quicken and his cheeks warm up as he listened to Curumo explain the different species that were gliding past them with majestic equanimity.

Aiwendil was a creature made for verdant forests and muddy ground, so—between the ever-shifting hues of dark blue and sea green and Curumo’s intense gaze—he felt as if he was floating through a foreign, not entirely soothing world.

“Oh, look at that school!” Curumo suddenly exclaimed softly, his long finger pointing at a silvery cloud of tiny fish.

“They look like stars,” Aiwendil mumbled, awe-struck, and then immediately ducked his head in anticipation of the harsh reprimand for having spoken such a silly, unnecessary observation.

“They rather do, yes,” Curumo mused.

“Is that a ray?” Aiwendil asked breathlessly to distract himself from the surge of unbidden, yet indomitable hope.

“So it is,” Curumo whispered. He was mesmerised by the way the light, reflecting off the innumerable bellies of passing fishes, danced upon Aiwendil’s gently smiling face. Why did he always have to look so enviably happy?

For months, Curumo had more or less consciously tried to dim that fierce light of compelling optimism and pure joy lest it break down all his walls and overcome his cautious reservations.

Standing here felt oddly intimate—he was used to seeing Aiwendil under the bright, flickering lights of the coffee shop, his hair tied back and his best customer service smile plastered across his cute face, but this dreamy, undeniably private smile inevitably awakened something dark and dangerous in the depths of Curumo’s heart and soul.

He leaned forward ever so slightly.

“Batman, I mean Sea Batman, won’t like this,” Melkor hooted from behind a corner and was promptly shushed by Mairon who dragged him away to look at a fearsome octopus instead.

“Sea Batman,” Aiwendil chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to and fro between Curumo’s intense expression and the majestic ray hovering above them like a living parasol.

“Don’t listen to him,” Curumo laughed. “We’re on holiday—he’s not our boss right now.”

“He’s always our boss,” Aiwendil started to protest but his display of unconditional loyalty to his place of work and his superiors was silenced by the brush of blessedly cool lips against his own.

The featherlight touch was silken and smooth, just as Aiwendil imagined the sleek bodies floating around them to feel under his twitching fingers.

The oppressive, damp heat of the tunnel seemed to grow inexorably, but that long-awaited kiss nevertheless felt like a soothing caress of cool water and fresh air against Aiwendil’s burning skin.

As from far away, they heard their colleagues declare that they’d seen enough.

“Let them go,” Curumo murmured. “They won’t miss us. We’ll find our own way.”

The thought of having dinner alone with his most cherished foe made the tall man grin sharply. “You’ve proven that you can steer us safely through the city, haven’t you?”

At one, Aiwendil nodded proudly.

They waited for another 5 minutes, giggling and kissing like schoolboys under the motionless, expressionless gaze of thousands of aquatic spectators before they left, breathing in the clean, cool night air greedily.

“Let’s not switch rooms,” Curumo laughed, took Aiwendil’s arm, and started walking towards the city centre.

Thank you for reading and sorry for the delay!

-> Masterlist

[madnessofthespirits]

2, 9 and 17 about Diar and Alter for the character ask game 👀👀👀

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

cu alter: ummmm i'd die for anything. for example:

he's not lancer but he is very much cu chulainn

in EPU (and to a certain extent post-EPU too) he's basically just a guy trying to give himself agency in a situation where he's been robbed of his agency. this makes him act really weird

nothing about him has anything to do with warp spasm cu, even on a meta level

he's got that dissociative ptsd

whenever he's kind or caring i find it moving because he's quite literally been altered to suppress those parts of himself, which goes to show that they're actually too strong to be suppressed completely at all, and that he's fighting extra hard to be that way

(i may be interpreting this question as an opportunity to just share random opinions but hopefully that's okay)

diarmuid: the worst things that ever happened to him were ultimately the fault of awful old men with too much power and if fate would actually notice that and try to do something with what that might mean about him i think that would be a much more interesting thing to explore in regard to his character in fgo (or any other post-f/z media he could potentially be in) than well, most of the other things they've done with him post-f/z instead

also *straight guy voice* he's way stronger than either canon or fans usually treat him as being. urobuchi (or someone else on the f/z staff, i forget who) said he might have won the grail war if it weren't for kayneth being a fuckwad. all of the stuff he's done in his legends is at least as impressive as anything cu has ever done.

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

cu alter: honestly i think it was during the scene where he fights nero and she's trying to understand his motives and nothing he's saying really makes much sense and she points out that he's not even enjoying what he's doing, which he implicitly agrees with, and then tells her that his only goal is to just keep fighting until he's dead. i remember thinking to myself stuff along the lines of "wow bro that sounds Bad what's your problem" and "oh he's like Fucked Up fucked up i can't not care about him" and really it just made me want to understand him so bad

and then there's the finale scene where he finally admits that he's being forced to do what he's doing because medb used the grail to place him under a geis and it's like sad as fuck because he's been forced to sacrifice the parts of himself that feel joy and love just so he can maintain his honor, and therefore it's also heroic at the same time (this is what i'm talking about when i say that though he may not be lancer he is very much cu chulainn). also the part where's he kind to medb while she's dying in spite of having little reason to be and actually holding clear dislike for her is very touching

diarmuid: i definitely liked him from the start - like he so clearly just wants to do the right thing and have fun at the same time in spite of the fact that he has this horrific past and got saddled with this shitty master - like how could i not care about him? but it's definitely the last couple of scenes he appears in that sealed the deal for me. just seeing him walk away from that shitty encounter with kayneth and turn around and decide he's not gonna let that stop him from enjoying an epic fight with his best friend - and then he experiences one of the most awful fictional deaths i can think of and we learn that this whole time while he's been smiling and taking the high road at every turn he's actually been building up this whole volcano of grief and resentment. the whole thing is just as brief as it is powerful. it's a moment of honesty, it's touching, it's relatable, it's the closest thing to justice he's allowed. it contrasts so starkly with the side of him the audience sees up until then that it comes off as genuinely shocking, and it shows that he is just as glaringly human as he is a perfect knight, and therefore what makes him such an interesting and lovable character. can't imagine how hard your heart has to be to see all that and not care for him at least a little

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

cu alter: i think you will either get it or not, but out of all the songs i associate with him, of which there are many, i think of this one as being the most "his" of them all

diarmuid: i know i've already brought this one up before but:

"when i choose to see the good side of things, i'm not being naive. it is strategic and necessary. it's how i've learned to survive through everything." -- waymond wang in everything everywhere all at once (excellent film btw if you haven't seen it)

also:

[ruthlesslistener]

Honestly your analysis on Wyrm culture and PK gave me a lot of inspiration on how view him. I don’t mind him woobified if that’s how some fans like him, but really breaking him down, I can’t ignore the facts with him. I find myself enjoying viewing him in a more antagonistic role with how views himself and others. By Wym merits—regardless of how neurodivergent he is compared to most of his kind—he is a conqueror. His function is to build a kingdom and build it well.

I also love how you view him hating his Wyrm instincts and suppressing them, but at the end of the day, you can only fight your instincts so long.

I don’t want to ramble too much as I would probably just go on discussing Herrah and Lurien as well.

Very glad you enjoy my interpretation of him, anon! I've been writing stuff with him in it since like, November 2019 so it means a lot to hear that people like how I write him given the time I've put into trying to understand and flesh out his character from the hints we get in canon. He's a conquerer and he has some pretty terrible ideas about self-worth, but he loves so deeply and the results of that love are what make him truely monsterous. Very fun guy to play around with, esp. with the added 'dragon in man's clothing' deal he has going on.

Personally I dislike the more recent trend of woobifying him just bc he canonically felt super guilty about mass murder, but that's based entirely on the fact that I like him BECAUSE he's tragic and a deeply flawed, fucked up, terrible person, so it's more just not my thing. But I will take woobified PK ANY day over how the fandom was when I first joined, where people seemed to unanimously think he was the epitome of misogynistic evil intentionally abusive straight white male capitalist who kicked the vessels into the Abyss as well as being a colonizer of Hallownest, and if you liked him you'd have to list all his faults and say you don't support him every other breath and if you contradicted the fanon idea of him you'd get slammed for it (people thought that him being 'The Pale King' and his wife 'The White Lady' was direct proof that he was a colonizer who genocided the moths....when the reality is that they're just both literally white. I have seen only one person deal with this take with any sort of nuance, the rest was...oh boy it was bad). They're probably still out there and just have me blocked, but the trend of people viewing PK as a pathetic little man has increased to the point where I think they're in the minority now. Which is a relief, because while I can understand hating PK, you at least should get his character right. And he canonically IS a pathetic little man. I just want to kick him down a flight of stairs and set him on fire with a blowtorch rather than swing him around like a stinky little ferret

I'm ALWAYS down for hearing rambles about Herrah and Lurien though!!! Especially Lurien. Please god the Lurien fanclub is like 2.5 people we're dying like flies out here scoob

[aracaranelentari]

Fingolfin is my fave character so thank you for all the posts on him!! Can you tell me why you love him so much?

Happily I will try, but Anon you have asked a hard question! If there's anything I struggle to understand, it's the patterns and reasonings behind my own interests, which are often irrational and very inconsistent!

Well a few simpler reasons are: He's dauntless but also wise, ambitious but kind and cautious - he thinks before he acts (most of the time). He has ice symbolism to parallel Fëanor's fire, which I think is super cool. I think he's a very good king! His people love him, and he seems to listen to his people and often takes council with others, not relying on his own wisdom only. An underrated reason to love Fingolfin is that he's half Vanyar, which is potential for interesting interpretations for his character, such as my personal theories that he's a dancer and is Ingwë's favorite nephew.

I also love characters who have a lot of inner turmoil and battle with themselves constantly, and both Maedhros and Fingolfin I think fit this bill pretty well, though in Maedhros it's more obvious. Fingolfin is quite similar to his brother Fëanor in quite a few ways, and to me it seems like throughout the narrative he tries hard to suppress the more explosive aspects of himself, and put his people's needs before himself. He's jealous of Fëanor but tries to make peace with him anyways, he holds the Fëanorians accomplices of their father but accepts Maedhros' repentance and makes peace with them, he's proud of his people's strength and wants to attack Angband, but won't force his people to do what they don't want to. He's really quite the respectful guy and good diplomat, despite his own pride!

Obviously he goes apeshit at the end of the Dagor Bragollach, and his duel is incredibly fascinating to talk about by itself, another reason I love him. Fëanor once said "Such hurt at the least will I do to the Foe of the Valar that even the mighty in the Ring of Doom shall wonder to hear it", and there's only one among the Ñoldor who accomplished this. If Fëanor's main two reasons for the Flight were 1) get the Silmarils back, and 2) get revenge on Morgoth, didn't Maedhros technically fulfill part of the first reason, and Fingolfin fulfill the second?

There are also more meta reasons why I'm such a Fingolfin stan. I think Fingolfin is overlooked and/or oversimplified by a lot of the fandom, and grossly mischaracterized by much of the rest of it. I might be exaggerating a bit, especially when characterizing Silmarillion characters is so difficult, and will be inconsistent by the nature of the source material not going in-depth with their personalities. My interpretation of Fingolfin will not be the same as someone else who has read the same material, and because he's my favorite character, my interpretation may be biased in favor of him being a compelling individual. Still, a lot of the Fingolfin takes I see, especially from annoying dude-bros and people who villainize him to try to justify Fëanor, are very frustrating to me. All this to say that I love my Fingolfin, but dislike some of the other Fingolfins I see (not all of them! There are plenty of other wonderful Fingolfins), and I think quite a bit of my intense love for him comes from a place of defying the interpretations I dislike. I don't know if that made sense, or was a satisfactory answer to your ask, but I tried my best!

[silent-dragon]

TWST Student OC Profile - Lumi Crystalfrost

Personal Info

Name: Lumi Crystalfrost

Gender: Agender

Pronouns: If need accepts He/They

Age: 19

Species: Snowperson Humanoid

Orientation: Doesn't Know

Birthday: December 21

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 170cm

Eye Color: Icy Blue

Hair Color: Snowy White

Homeland: Nordale

Family: Elizabeth Crystalfrost - Maker/Mother

Twist of Marshmallow from Disney's Frozen

College Info

School: Night Ravens College

Dorm: Octavinelle

School Year: 3rd/Junior

Occupation: Amateur Ice Skater

Club: Mountain Lover Club

Best Subject: Art

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Strawberry Snow Cones

Least Favorite Food: Hot Foods

Dislikes: P.E. Class,Fire,Deserts

Hobby: Observing Others,Ice sculpting,Freeform Dance,Trying to make friends, Snow Angels

Talents: Ice skating,Ice magic resistance,Making others smile,Playing with children

Unique Magic: Called "Frosted Memory", Lumi can read water like a book and extract certain memories that the water has seen,heard,or felt from it then freeze it into visual forms of detailed sculptures. This enables him to see things so clearly in a place he has never been before or see what happened in a place of interest.

OC’s Lore Summary: Happy Snowboy from an icy mountainous land. Was created to bring a smile to his maker's face and love in her heart. Nowadays he brings this to everyone and wanted to try going to places with people his age so college seemed fun. Has little expressions and a hard time understanding things but he strives to get through it and make friends.

Personality: Very soft yet cautious with a super chill friendly vibe

Fun Facts: Lumi tends to sit a bit away from everyone as he is always cold. He's gotten good at talking from afar.

He works at the lounge sometimes serving ice cream and snow cones.

Lumi does not feel heat whatsoever; everything is cold to him including food.

He loves to ice skate and wishes to one day have a friend to skate with.

He is a professional ice sculptor and can carve just about anything out of ice.

His dorm room is specially made out of freezer like material inside and a door that keeps the cold in but the heat outside. Going inside is said to be a winter wonderland.

Lumi can always be seen holding/reading books about human emotions as he lacks a lot of them and is trying to learn how to do them at the right times.

He uses makeup to give himself more natural human skin features. Like how his skin doesn't flush red so he puts blush on spots where pale skin normally does show some red and adds pink to.

He wears gloves that suppress his cold aura so he doesn't freeze anything he grabs or holds.

His scarf is the key to the magic his maker gave him to become human-like. Without it he will slowly revert back to a snowman but can not melt. It's pretty obvious he isn't human when like this and so long as water in any form is near he can regenerate missing snow.

Hot foods are tasteless to him. They must be cold or frozen for him to taste anything. His maker did this so that any food he eats turns into snow which fuels him.

His maker has been adding on to him each year to make him grow up like a normal human, even giving him a birthday party to make Lumi feel real.

[ruelpsen]

Okay, here it finally is: burping headcanons for my favorite fictional alien, with a few hcs for his culture/species, too! Some of these are not sfw, by the way. Feel free to borrow or use some of these ideas for your own faves if you want!

L𝚘ndo M𝚘llari (B/5)

Where do I even begin. Alcohol intox is not my thing personally but given that he's a canon alcoholic, he probably spends a decent amount of time a belchy mess.

When he's some level of drunk and in public, he's often careful to make sure his burps aren't audible. He'll let them slip out quietly and/or find ways to muffle them, but he generally tries to suppress them. He does have an image to maintain despite his drunken antics, and he is well aware that burping is generally frowned upon in many of the cultures he works alongside.

Still, every so often a burp will sneak up on him that he didn't feel coming. He's always profusely apologetic to those around him regardless of volume.

But if he's drunk in public around others of his own kind? He doesn't bother trying to hold them back then. He'll show them who's a good and proper C𝚎ntauri, dammit!

When he's drunk and by himself, he sees no reason to try and hold himself back. He burps freely and often and loves it. It feels so damn good to him. At that point, he doesn't care if his neighbors try to lodge another complaint against him for the noise.

When he's sober, he's much better at suppressing his burps when in public...

At least until he's only surrounded by others of his kind. With the possible perception of rudeness gone, he will burp as often and as freely as he needs to and not pay it any mind.

That said, don't try to challenge him in a burping contest. Drunk or sober, he will win.

The one place where he will always, always suppress his burps is when he's in council or other official meetings, being an ambassador and all. The last thing he needs to do is embarrass himself and his kind on a galactic stage.

But otherwise let's be real, he's canonically a hedonist. It would not surprise me if he sometimes makes himself belch simply for the sake of feeling that pleasure.

On a related note, though I hc him as more of a feeder, he can probably pack away a lot of food. He gets very, very burpy when he eats as a result, and definitely enjoys hearing and feeling how his burps change the fuller he gets.

There have got to be alien foods that don't quite agree with him that make him really burpy. Just an added bonus of enjoying a good meal, as far as he's concerned!

As superior as he likes to view his own planet's culture, he does have to admit that humans one-upped them in the fizzy drinks department. Soda is, in his opinion, one of humanity's greatest gifts to the galaxy. Not only does it taste good, but it makes him ridiculously belchy!

Is he into burps sexually? I'm still undecided on that tbh. But he won't turn you down if you offer to burp on his dicks while sucking him off! Or, because he's a god-tier lover, he would also be so down to belch on your parts if you asked him to...

Or, on second thought, maybe he is into it sexually. Again, he's a hedonist and loves pleasure in all its forms. He'd probably find burping orgasmic. Totally not projecting here... (/s)

He's probably grossed out many a non-C𝚎ntauri lover by needing to burp after he cums. He's enough of a sex god though to make up for it. But hey, if you're C𝚎ntauri and/or into it, that's just an added bonus of sleeping with him!

In general, he's just really fucking good at burping. Loud or quiet, long or short, rich or airy, he's good at getting them up and loves every second of it. Generally, though, they tend more towards being deep and guttural.

Stuffed and/or drunk burps are probably his favorites, but I think he'd be damn good at burping on command too!

And he'd probably get a kick out of belching shamelessly around non-C𝚎ntauri he dislikes, especially his long-time enemy... (Who perhaps ironically is the one character to burp in true canon. So it goes.)

The C𝚎ntauri

In many settings, burping is considered polite. Especially at events like big banquets at which eating to excess is considered proper behavior (the C𝚎ntauri having events like this is canon btw!). Burping therefore makes more room, giving it practical value- but it's also associated with hedonism (a good thing in their book) and is treated as a compliment to the cooks and host over the quality of the food. You wouldn't want to stuff yourself on bad food, after all!

By extension, not burping in such settings is rude. And being rude in public is not something you want to do when your status is tied so closely to your public image...

Their upper digestive tract is a wonder. Not only do their stomachs generally have higher capacities than most humans, but they're much faster at digesting- meaning they can get full, wait a few minutes, and then continue eating in the same sitting. This rapid digestion produces a lot of gas, which inevitably means that all but the least ravenous C𝚎ntauri need to burp quite often as they eat!

They also use burping as a way to show dominance, particularly in situations involving stuffing. It's only proper- and reflects good on you!- to unleash the biggest belches possible over a meal. The bigger the burps, the more powerful others may consider you.

Being a culture of hedonists, the C𝚎ntauri love finding ways to bring different types of pleasure together. It only makes sense that stuffing, and the burping that comes with it, before or during sex acts is widely enjoyed among pleasure-seeking adults.

Likewise, burping has its place in romantic settings too. Though romantic love is often overlooked in favor of politically-advantageous arranged marriages (which fwiw is canon), burping around someone you're attracted to is considered an excellent flirting method.

[inordinaries]

( choi wooshik, thirty4, cismale, he/him ) ☼ i know it’s a small town, but i run into JORDAN CHO every time i go to THE ADVENTURER’S GUILD. it’s like they practically live there and not CINDERSAP FOREST for A YEAR. it must be because they’re HEADSTRONG and CURIOUS. come to think of it, that’s probably why they’re an ADVENTURER too. but i did hear they want to DISCOVER A NEW SPECIES ON GINGER ISLAND, and sometimes they like to MAKE SEASHELL ART. rumor has it they also like CINDERCLOWN SHOES, but dislike HORSERADISH. what do you think? —— STATS, PINTEREST.

i. history.

jordan was born april 2, 1990 in stardew valley, where he spent a good chunk of his early life. he has an older sister and a younger brother, making him the lucky middle child <3

didn't necessarily have a bad upbringing, but didn't necessarily have a good one, either -- from a young age, his main goals were to be a really good husband and a really good father someday; basically take care of his family in a way that his own parents didn't. up until his mid-teens, he was quiet, but very reliable & "wise beyond his years". was often a voice of reason for his mom and siblings when they needed to vent.

his own wants and needs went unanswered a lot, not necessarily intentionally, but just b/c he was never the type the express what he needed or wanted; his priority was making sure other people were taken care of.

however, he kind of started to view himself as a victim -- didn't exactly realize he was perpetuating the way he was treated, and as he got a little older, he became angry with the people around him. started being kind of shitty, half hormones and half suppressed emotions; kind of hot and cold, still wanted to support his family but wld be snarky a lot and hurt feelings, and then just "make up for it" through acts of service or something along those lines instead of apologizing, which caused his relationships to start to deteriorate. which resulted in MORE anger and frustration because idt he fully realized the harm he was causing, and consequently also didn't understand why ppl seemed more cautious/distant around him.

he moved to zuzu city for college @ 19, where he majored in ecology. being in a new environment / around new people caused him to do a lot of self-revelation, and he realized he didn't exactly like who he was; what does this mean for him? self-reinvention!

started coping thru humor; trained himself not exactly to find silver linings, but to at least find something funny in the mundane & to say 'yes' if there's no real reason to say 'no', so he had a good time in college and ultimately met his (now ex) wife there. she viewed him as someone funny, but smart & determined.

they got married in 2012 and had their first/only child in 2013, a girl named stella. for a while, things were really good!!!!!!! the family stayed in zuzu city, but as time passed by, jordan traveled more & more often, spending an increasing amt of time away from home in the name of "work" (re: adventuring) which his wife was doubtful of because he never seemed to bring much money home, and age wasn't making him any more serious or responsible. tldr the reasons that she fell in love with him became reasons for her to be irritated by him, and he rly wasn't providing financially or emotionally for his family with how often he was gone and how little he had to show for it - was not realizing his aforementioned dreams of being a good husband and good father.

eventually divorced in 2023, and very shortly after moved back to stardew valley, where he now resides in a cabin in cindersap forest. has not been coping with the divorce very well; has consequently thrown himself pretty much completely into his work. at this point, he has a number of sponsorships, so he gets by pretty alright.

he gets his daughter on her school breaks & for holidays and spends the entire time trying to impress her, as she is unfortunately getting to the age where she's critical & sarcastic. gets his feelings hurt a lot. considers it karmic retribution.

when he doesn't have his daughter, he's usually alone. despite being (physically) closer to his family again, he still hasn't exactly repaired his relationships with them & lacks the consistency to maintain friendships. copes with humor now more than ever; is a very goofy guy & strives to make people laugh, as he feels there's not much else he can offer. but he doesn't write or visit his friends often, so most of his connections kind of fizzle out and all he's left with is shallow, base-level stuff.

likes to stay busy so he doesn't have to face the increasingly obvious matter at hand: he chases away all the people who give a shit about him. likes anything creative and/or silly; if he's not working (which, mind you, he's currently set on discovering a new species on ginger island, as he's convinced he saw something yet to be identified a few months back) he's probably making seashell art (which his daughter HATES), sketching the birds and misc other critters he sees, laying in the grass and repeating affirmations to himself, laughing at his own jokes, or playing the spoons. is not serious AT ALL & romanticizes that fact for himself whilst his family begs and pleads for him to grow up, recalling the reliable guy he used to be.

[needs-a-lil-spice]

The things that make me love you

[What exactly is it about Astarion, that makes the Tiefling just want to hold him and never let go? What draws him to the beautiful elf beyond his beauty? It’s small things, really. And one day he catches himself noticing all of them throughout the day until he just can’t contain himself anymore.]

- Astarion x Arijon (Male Tiefling Bard) - Very light Act 2 spoilers (mostly for behavior and small details) - No specific CWs

Also can be read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49580941/chapters/125341804

It already started early in the morning. The little glances that Arijon couldn’t keep to himself, always gravitating towards his precious Elf. Like watching those nimble, pale fingers carefully style his hair back into shape after a night of rest - gods know how he was able to manage this without the use of a mirror, consistently every time - and feeling the urge to gently tug a strand of it behind his ear and leave the ghost of a touch behind. When those brilliant ruby eyes met his own and his lips turned up into a soft smile, it made the Tiefling’s heart skip a beat; no matter how many times he saw it, it would always fill his heart to the brim with adoration. Well, at least he wasn’t kept entirely yearning and he was able to sneak a small good-morning-kiss in before the group had to pack up camp and move on; there was always something important or another to get to after all. But it didn’t keep him from wishing there was just a day of mundanity in which he could indulge in not having to worry about some illithid beings or devious plots, relax and dote on his beloved.

The rest of the day was much of a repeat of its morning however. Despite having their hands full of things to look into, now that they reached Rivigton and Baldur’s Gate was closer than ever, he kept stealing glances whenever he could. Maybe it was his bardic nature, finding a sort of poetic beauty in even the simpler things, but with Astarion he barely had to try. The way the sun kissed his face at certain angles would make even the gods envious he believed. But it was about more than just his outer beauty. Now, obviously it was true that he possessed a lot of outer beauty, but it was when those perfect features morphed into a joyous smile or when he heard his cute little laughs, when his heart was truly soaring. The latter was especially bad, because Arijon never was able to suppress a wide smile on his own when he heard it. It was infectious, really.

He also enjoyed his somewhat eccentric personality; in the very beginning the excessive sass and snark wasn’t… Well, he wouldn’t say he had disliked it - quite the opposite actually, it was entertaining - but he hadn’t been used to a person like him staying so close for so long. Usually Ari’s own personality clashed with people like him, despite him not minding them and in the beginning he probably did clash with Astarion, too. He had no ill feelings for the Elf’s initial deception and manipulation - he understood the pain he had gone through and the feeling of needing to do this in order to survive - but without it, there was a chance he wouldn’t have been allowed to get as close to him as they had been. Or maybe they would have, who knew. The romantic in himself wanted to believe they would have found their fondness for each other one way or another, but he wanted to stay realistic. And that was the point, really. They had grown fond of each other, all unique personality traits included. And sometimes Ari found himself being a little sassier or snarkier or more realistic than he ever thought he’d be. Astarion had rubbed off on him. And he believed he probably had some effect on him in turn as well. But as it stood in this moment, the bard could listen to him for hours on end, laugh at his dramatic reaction to people’s different issues and fight the urge to just kiss him every time he filled his heart with joy over these mundane things.

There was also the heartache, however. Every time a new piece of information of Cazador’s endless torment was brought up, Arijon always felt two emotions violently fighting for dominance in his body: The pure rage when thinking about all these horrible things this Vampire Lord Bastard had done to his love and the sheer endless sorrow he felt in turn when he imagined for a moment what it would have been like to be in his skin. Every time he heard something new, he so desperately wished he could take it away from the Elf. But he couldn’t. All that was left was the primal urge to just hold and tell him he’s there, even if it wouldn’t undo anything that had happened before but maybe bring the smallest of comforts to him. To be there for him when he wants to open himself and share his burden. When they came back to camp that night, Arijon reflected on the turbulent day. A lot had happened and a lot was yet to come but when he glanced back at his most special companion, he felt his worries wash away, replaced by all the feelings that came in their stead. He was so beautiful and cute and intelligent and cunning and surprisingly silly once you really got to know him and it was all too much; he yearned all day and finally needed to act on his urges.

Once everyone got comfortable for the night at camp, Arijon approached his beloved with steady steps. “Hello, my sweet~” Astarion greeted him with that wonderful smile of his that he wished he could put onto a canvas. Before the Tiefling even got a word in, though, the Elf continued. “Now, I could be wrong - which I don’t think I am - but you’ve been staring at me awfully much today, haven’t you.” He didn’t seem to mind, considering he said it with his usual charisma dripping from every word. It did however fluster the bard a little being called out like this so bluntly. “Oh! So you’ve noticed, hah.” He chuckled, trying to play off his fluster. Astarion raised a brow and smirked at that. “Darling, I think half of Rivington has noticed. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve very much enjoyed your undivided attention, I’m mostly just wondering what I’ve done to earn it.” It sounded like idle, charming banter, not unlike most of their day to day interactions, but Arijon felt like there was a hint of truth in his words; that he truly wondered how or why he ‘earned’ it.

With a soft smile, the Tiefling stepped closer and embraced his beloved. For a second he felt a familiar flinch, just like the first time he put his arms around him, so unfamiliar to the pale man, so full of emotion. But unlike the first time, Astarion didn’t take as long to free himself from his daze and return the embrace, leaning into it and making the Tiefling’s heart beat so loud he wondered if his love could feel it in his own chest. “It wasn’t anything specific. You’re just… wonderful.” He began softly. “Every time I look at you and see you smile or hear you laugh or crack a joke or share parts of yourself.. I just want to hold you and never let go.” He said honestly. Luckily Astarion couldn’t see his face, dark-tinted due to embarrassment and adoration alike. As a bard he obviously was one for the big declaration of love being flung around in his circle but truly, honestly meaning them and saying them to your lover? It was a very different experience and still made even the bard himself nervous at times with how much they made him feel.

But he had to lean back, had to see Astarion’s face, had to know if those words reached him and had any kind of impact. And much to his delight those ruby eyes looked back at him widely, mouth slightly agape as if in shock. “O… oh. Is that so?” The Elf mumbled, having lost his wit for just a moment before he smiled brightly at his Tiefling. “I mean, who could possibly blame you, aha~” Ah, there we go he had found his wit again, together with that cute laugh of his. Now the Tiefling truly couldn’t hold himself back and kissed his cheek, then his cheek bone, then his temple; just peppering him in tiny declarations of love, feeling his Elf’s arms tighten around him in response. “Gods, you’re adorable.” Ari whispered, smiling ear to ear like an idiot. Instead of answering - maybe he couldn’t with the way he looked at the man in his arm, oozing emotion he didn’t know how to properly put into words - Astarion tilted his head and responded with a kiss on his own, soft on the Tiefling’s lips, loving. “Am I now…?” He whispered back when their lips left each other. Sometimes he seemed so shook when being offered the same acts of adoration that he threw at Arijon. “Very much so.” Astarion sighed softly. “Well, aren’t you just sweet.” He followed this up with another kiss before the two finally let go of each other. “Now… I think it’s my turn to prepare the provisions for today. Care to join me?” The Tiefling smiled, letting his fingers run down Astarion’s arm to gently take hold of his pale hand, tugging it just slightly as if to invite him to the fire. “With pleasure, my dear.” He drawled, following along and looking forward to the rest of the evening relaxing with his beloved and his companions.

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Ochaco Uraraka: Hogwarts AU

Ochaco Uraraka is a Muggleborn witch that was born on the 27th of December 1968 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1980, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

She has a Cedar wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

Her Patronus is Non-Corporeal.

Her favorite subject is Astronomy and her least favorite subject is History of Magic.

She is one of the Gryffindor's Chasers from her fourth year onward.

Other students have described Ochaco as "the most laid-back girl" in her year, being very bubbly and kind of an airhead sometimes. She is often incredibly blunt without being aware of it. Similar to Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco's reactions tend to be exaggerated and humorous: She often becomes amused at certain personality traits others exhibit, bursting into laughter at times, which she tries to suppress.

Ochaco is a warm, cute, lively individual who thinks about everything positively, though she is objective enough to see flaws and virtues. She is generally empathetic and friendly to those she meets, and she will try to help or defend anyone who is kind to her or needs assistance. Ochaco is very good at reading people, understanding the reasons for Izuku and Katsuki Bakugo's rivalry, and being the first to notice when the usually collected Tsuyu Asui was upset. Her empathy and kindness are also seen in how well she gets along with her classmates. She is on good terms with everyone and is particularly close friends with several people in her year, including Izuku, Tenya Ida, Tsuyu, etc.

Despite her cheery and sometimes ditzy demeanor, Ochaco can take on an extremely determined, focused, and somewhat intimidating attitude when the situation demands it. This side of her personality can surprise those who are used to her generally bubbly nature, and it tends to appear during competitive situations like quidditch. While she is shown to be surprisingly strategic, she isn't above making some impulsive or reckless decisions. When it comes to her chosen path as an auror, Ochaco is unwavering and dislikes being underestimated, even in the face of an overwhelming force.

Coming from a poor muggle household, Ochaco tends to become quickly excited or surprised over little things, even losing her composure when faced with luxury, to the point of comical fainting. She is very frugal and occasionally stingy since she goes to extreme lengths to save money, including sleeping, so she doesn't waste oxygen or skip meals to preserve food. Ochaco's parents are her main drive to becoming an auror, and she desires, above all else, to earn money to give them a comfortable life. She is brazenly honest about her priorities and doesn't hide her pursuit of working for the Ministry being in large part due to money, despite her embarrassment over admitting so. While money was a factor in her decision to become an auror, Ochaco dreamed of becoming a police officer before realizing the extent of her parent's monetary struggles, as she admired their capacity to bring smiles to people's faces.

Regarding auror work, Ochaco has shown more preference towards rescue, being a fan of Professor Anon for her expertise in the area. She is aware of her physical limitations and joined the Dueling Club to increase her fighting repertoire. Consequently, Ochaco developed a new sense of battle awareness and has become a more instinctive duelist.

Ochaco is also greatly inspired by her classmates, especially Izuku, whom she finds incredibly admirable for his strength and compassion. Ochaco has developed a crush on him due to this and their close friendship, resulting in her attempts to follow his example, for better or for worse. While he inspires her, Ochaco also acknowledges that her dream of becoming an auror takes priority over her romantic feelings and does her best to continue to grow while keeping them in check. Izuku has also caused her to consider who protects aurors when in need since he continually throws himself into dangerous situations; this prominently shows how deeply Ochaco cares about him and others.

Additionally, Ochaco's feelings for Izuku also result in her occasional and subtle jealous side, which tends to be present when other girls get close to Izuku or converse highly with him. This jealousy is best displayed during his meetings and interactions with Mei Hatsume and Melissa Shield (with the former triggering rather upsetting memories for her), as well as being unsettled by his encounter with "Camie". Despite this, Ochaco is not spiteful and often tries to hide or dismiss this feeling whenever it appears.

Ochaco's empathy can even extend to dark wizards/witches, as while she remained apprehensive towards Himiko Toga for having tried to kill her and Tsuyu, as well as for taunting her over her feelings for Izuku, she noticed that Himiko was visibly upset and crying when Ochaco refused to identify with her. This memory later comes back to her, and she realizes that Himiko is still a human despite all the horrible things she's done and acknowledges that she doesn't know her or what led her to become a dark witch. While she initially perceived this way of thinking to be wrong, it turns out that Izuku relates to her, with him having sensed the pain in Tomura Shigaraki's heart and desire to find a way to help him, even though he knows that conflict is unavoidable. Ochaco notes that it's strange that they both can feel such things toward their enemies.

During the Fourth Wizarding War, Ochaco further shows her compassion by wanting to talk to Himiko about romance like she wanted, instead of trying to capture or kill her, making an attempt to reach out to the dark witch despite everything she's done. While she acknowledges that she can't erase Himiko's crimes, she swears that this time she will listen to her, going as far as to say that she would give Himiko her blood for the rest of her life, and saying that she was jealous of her "perfect smile". Ochaco's efforts eventually come to be successful as the dark witch agrees to talk with her, getting Himiko to stand down and ending her rampage for good.

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Ngl I found this fight much more natural and believable than Nagisa and Honoka's fight over Fujipi of all people. With that one it really didn't feel like Honoka did anything wrong, while Nagisa just got mad at her over nothing (honestly I like it even worse retroactively after seeing them reuse that premise in the second movie, where it also didn't work). Here tensions were already high because something important was ruined, and Saki was already mad at Minori, so it felt much more like she accidentally took out her anger on Mai as well, and it made her come off much better than Nagisa did in the equivalent episode imo.

This episode really made me wonder if one's take on their fight would change according to your sibling situation... I'm the eldest sister in my family, and Saki's experience throughout the episode and her reaction to Minori was very relatable and understandable to me, which I think made it feel much less unreasonable than Nagisa losing it over this boring guy she doesn't even really know. I actually rather like Minori (and definitely much better than Ryouta- never disliked him or anything, but Minori is absolutely the more likeable of the two), but this episode elicited the very elder sibling feeling of eye rolling while going "oh god not this again"- I 100% got how and why Saki ended up reacting so strongly. I felt bad for Minori, but my god, did she deserve that scolding, even if not to the severity Saki went (but that's just! How it goes when you fight with your siblings sometimes!), so like, I only half agreed with Mai trying to calm things down lol.

Honestly, Mai was probably even more blameless here than Honoka, and yet... The episode still felt like it worked better despite the imbalance still being here? Idk. I think maybe it's that it did a good job of showing the girls' emotional nature, which tbf the original did too, but here I like what I saw from them better. Saki's a very emotionally open person who wears her heart on her sleeve in all aspects as opposed to Nagisa's tendency to close herself off (even to herself sometimes), and Mai is much more of a gentle, cool and calm mediator as opposed to Honoka's tendency to get heated and always trying to get involved in other people's business. It makes for a dynamic that is much less prone to becoming fraught, and when it is, it's much less likely to last- Nagisa and Honoka's fight felt like it lasted forever, but here it felt very clear to me that neither girl was going to let things drag out for long even without the battle forcing them to reconcile. Saki isn't as held up by pride as Nagisa was, and Mai has a certain gentle and natural affinity with people that Honoka lacked. I think it's part of the reason why Saki and Mai's bonded so much faster than Nagisa and Honoka in a way- both pairs of girls are on the same wavelength, but Saki and Mai's one is less likely to cause them to butt heads because of those similarities... If any of this makes even a little bit of sense at all lmao, honestly it's obviously been many many episodes since I watched Futari wa's episode 8 and I'm just going off of what I remember thinking and feeling back then- I think it might've been the better episode of the two, but honestly, this one left me with a better feeling because I wasn't upset at one of the cures after it. If Honoka's reactions to being a cure cemented her as my favorite, Nagisa's actions in this one cemented her as my least favorite. She had the bulk of the focus between the two, but I liked her much less to the point of frequent annoyance and frustration- thinking about it now, istg most of it is actually Fujipi's fault, fuck that subplot! It sucked, went nowhere, and torpedoed my opinion of Nagisa. Here's to hoping that Kazuya doesn't have the same effect (he doesn't seem to so far, and I like lovestruck Saki much better than badly-suppressing-a-crush Nagisa... but I'm a bit wary)!

Moerumba really cemented himself as an interesting character at the end of the fight when he just seemed impressed with the cures rather than frustrated. He seems like he's gonna be a lot of fun! That said his uzaina had literally nothing to do with fire except for what he added to it, which ngl I found really funny- but tbf finding plant themed objects is definitely gonna be easier than fire ones, literally what is he gonna do? Turn the sun? Heaters? Air conditioning? An oven? Wait actually I came up with more ideas than I thought I would and I actually feel like I can go on so now it just seems silly again lmao

Precure Day 106

Episode: Futari wa Precure Splash Star 08 - “I Love You! Minori and her Two Big Sisters” Date watched: 2 March 2019 Original air date: 26 March 2006 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/nYsrXmP Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

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overview: spencer and the reader start carpooling to work together

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spencer was startled by the sudden knock, guests were rare in his little apartment, let alone this early in the morning. a bit paranoid he put his hand over the gun attached to his hip, just in case.

what surprised him even more than the unexpected knock was seeing you through the peep hole when he got to the door.

"y/n? are you ok?" he worried, scanning you up and down quickly to make sure you weren't hurt.

"no um i'm ok," you nervously chewed on your lip, "i was going to call you but i don't have your cell yet. oh my gosh this is going to sound so weird."

you were relatively new to the BAU and they were all very welcoming. the only person who seemed a little bit more closed off was Spencer.

it was true, he was avoiding you a little bit, but only because you were the most beautiful human being he had ever seen; which only made you that much more intimidating. he was afraid. what if he said something stupid? what if the second he opened his mouth you started thinking he was just his IQ. but you were fully a part of the team now. he would have to at least be aquatinted with you.

"its ok, you can say it." he encouraged kindly, causing you to visibly relax.

"ok. oh before i ask i want to preface this by saying you could totally say no i completely understand its a super weird thing especially because we barely know each other." you took a breath as he nodded, a slightly amused smile toyed with his lips.

"i understand the implications. proceed." he mentally slapped himself for wording his thoughts like that.

"do you maybe.. wanna drive to work together? i heard you talking about how you take the train and i also heard that you have an aversion to germs and i drive by your apartment to get to work anyway so i-" you cut yourself off, looking up and seeing him staring at you wide eyed. "i'm sorry this is too weird i over stepped my boundaries and now you dislike me even more. i'm sorry for interrupting your morning. um, you're going to be late for work if i don't leave you alone so ill just- sorry. i'm sorry."

truthfully, this was one of the kindest things anyone has ever offered to do for him. and you offered it with genuine kindness, no ulterior motives to try and get something from him. he stood stunned. how were you so beautiful AND kind. and still somehow a little intimidating.

"we're gonna be late" he called out.

"what?" you turned, having already walked a couple steps from his apartment, your heart beating a bit faster at the sound of his voice.

"you said i'm going to be late. but were carpooling. so we'll both be late," he said matter-a-factly, grabbing his coat and satchel.

"YES!" you laughed, a cracking a wide smile and punching the air triumphantly.

you leaned against the railing of the stairs as you watched him lock up. he was tall and slender and very handsome. so handsome. not handsome like morgan, handsome in a way you were sure you'd never seen before. an incredibly unique and scarce handsomeness that only Spencer Reid had. you tried to forget those thoughts as he began walking towards you.

"i don't dislike you, by the way." he blurted as the two of you walked down the stairs. he felt bad that he made you think he isn't fond of you; the problem was he was too fond of you.

"oh! thats good i've been trying to think of every interaction we've ever had because i was afraid i might have said or done something."

"truth be told," he huffed out a breath, "i was kind of intimidated by you."

you laughed a real, genuine laugh from deep in your belly as you reached your car. the sheer coincidence of the situation as well as your entirely non intimidating nature was seriously laughable.

"you cant be serious! did Garcia tell you?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

"tell me what?" he asked back, confusion lacing his voice.

"that i was intimidated by you!" you confessed.

"what? this guy in Texas called me a pipe cleaner with eyes! how could i have possibly intimidated you?"

he looked around your car trying to subtly profile you. thats when he noticed you had put hand sanitizer in the passenger side door. and you had pushed the seat back to accommodate for his long legs. it was just two little things, two ways you put a little extra effort in to make him feel welcome, but he was 100% positive if he thought about it too much he would cry. he felt the need to do something like this for you. not to get even or anything, but simply because he wanted to make you feel the way he felt right now.

"i don't know! you're so tall and smart and you seemed quiet but i guess thats only because you were avoiding me. are you sure garcia didnt tell you?" you laughed, watching the road.

now it was his turn to laugh, "no i swear, Garcia didn't say anything about that to me!"

The two of you continued driving, either talking or sitting in a comfortable silence. and this little carpool became a tradition. the two of you arriving and leaving work together every single day, causing the two of you to become closer.

you had to admit, every morning and evening you spent with Spencer made him just seem more and more perfect. unbeknownst to you, the exact same thing was happening with him.

he noticed, one day, as you were pulling your hair up to tie in a ponytail, your hands alternated searching your wrists for a hair tie but there wasn't one there. once he noticed it once, he started noticing it constantly. on a case, in the office, in the car, at a bar. you always seemed to forget your hair ties.

so he went to the store after you drive him home one day, and got a few packs of hair ties. after paying for them, he put one on each wrist and the rest in his satchel, so next time, when you needed one, he'd have it.

he felt like such a creep, constantly watching you to see when you would try to put your hair up. of course the rest of the team took notice, though they had noticed your obvious incline towards each other, Spencer was clearly acting a little weird.

and then it happened.

the two of you were partnered to go to the crime scene on a case, and you went to tie up your hair before you entered the scene. he could hardly contain his excitement, his mind moving a mile a minute trying to decide how he wanted to give you the hair tie. he watched one of your hands search your wrist, but this time it pulled off a little black band and started looping it around your hair.

he couldn't believe it. he finally had a chance to make you feel a portion of the way he felt when he saw your effort in making his car Spencer-friendly, and new he had to think of a new way to do it.

snap.

he looked over and saw you holding what used to be your hair tie, now no longer a band, but a completely useless elastic line.

"you've gotta be-" you muttered to yourself, but your sentence was interrupted as Spencer nonchalantly jutted his wrist towards you. "what are you doing?"

"take my hair tie." he stated simply, trying so hard not to blush. this became even harder as your fingers graced the skin of his wrist while you pulled the hair tie off.

"oh! thank you! you're a life saver!" you breathed, cracking a wide smile as you used it to tie your hair up.

you couldn't help the butterflies going absolutely insane in your stomach. why did he have a hair tie? does he tie his hair up sometimes? why have you never seen it up? you tried to suppress a smile, that would be completely inappropriate for a crime scene.

but you couldn't suppress the warm feeling in your chest. because that was always there when Spencer was around.

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