#this was about the love and affection they've displayed for each other - next one will go into depth about the many outsourced displays!

[oshiawaseni]

Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part I: The Shape of an Eternal Bond

Romantic Love. Falling in love. When we break it down, what really is it, but a deep emotional connection formed with someone, an overpowering instinct that screams at you to protect that person, and the vulnerability you allow yourself to succumb to when your logical 'self-preserving' mind and it's hurt-proof walls is completely overrun by your heart's most based need to be close with them, the object of your affection.

And who shows these feelings for each other the most in BNHA? Bakudeku, right? Of course it's them.

It's something so obvious and yet this somehow feels overlooked by almost everyone in the fandom: I’ve never actually seen Izuku feeling happy or excited about his relationship with Ochaco, nor elated about getting to spend more time with her. But Izuku and Kacchan? The feelings they both have of longing to be closer to the other and every single action they took for that, chaotically and passionately smashes the "stable pleasantness" of IzuOcha right out of the park.

Izuku views getting to speak 'normally(?)' with Kacchan as a miracle on the exact same level of importance as being mentored by the greatest hero of their generation (and his U.A. room looks like what it looks like). This scene gave the cutest 'Work life: check. Love life: check' vibe.

Is it really all that surprising that BKDK have had plenty of development in this area while IzuOcha has had almost none? In fact, as BkDk became closer, the "expected end game" pair has gone in the opposite direction. And why does this not strike odd to "bkdk canon" doubters or the fans that ship IzuOcha? It really is no coincidence how many moments we’ve accrued about this mutual feeling and attraction that exists only between Izuku and Katsuki.

I want to be closer to you. I can't imagine life without you. vs Why are you so confused when I show you I care about you, too?

It's so simple - but maybe it being so simple is why this is not something we really stop and take a minute to think about specifically. About how this 'obvious' concept of two people desiring to become closer is one often shared between lovers and those who are falling in love.

And how that fits with bkdk because this longing for deeper connection has existed between them almost since the beginning... and we haven't been talking enough about it.

I want you to think about the true feelings and meaning lying behind these moments that have inspired the writings of many fic and meta:

Izuku's desperation and suffering at Kacchan being taken away...

the hurt and loneliness that pools within Katsuki's heart from his fear of being left behind (and alone) by Izuku...

the regret they both felt in not using their own hand to reach out and connect to each other (believing their hand 'wouldn't be enough') and putting those feelings aside to prioritise their boy's rescue and safety...

the distress Katsuki felt in facing his biggest fear of all - losing Izuku for good - forcing him to become a true hero, for his sake...

and the total overwhelming despair Izuku felt in realising he didn't make it in time and he had lost his hero.

This is it, this cover was Hori locking them in. Holding his Kacchan so precious, placing his hand gently over his heart, trying to somehow connect to it. The appearance of an enraged and protective alpha ready to strike down the monster who did this to his mate. This is the vision Hori wanted to draw for bkdk and it cemented the deep romantic love and bond that's been growing between them, rewarding those of us who have picked up on their trails of love and causing meltdowns baked in confusion for the rest.

They've had many scenes like these throughout MHA. Scratch a little at their surface and what lies underneath every single one of them is the pining desire Izuku and Katsuki both share of wanting to be together. The need for the other to be by their side and within reach.

And they don’t share this feeling with anybody else.

It’s always been this way exclusively for them and I think this aspect of their relationship was established by Hori to tell us they will stay feeling this way forever.

If Izuku is right and he takes back everything and the course of their future gets put on track again, then maybe the idea of them holding onto each other and never letting go isn’t all that far from reality.

After they graduate, I can't imagine these two not choosing each other every single time, until the very end of their days: becoming a hero wonder duo, moving in together, living their best domestic life complete with their adorable husbands banter (but repackaged into something so much more loving and soft which befits them), nurturing their relationship... letting themselves fall deeper in love...

It's so easy to imagine this all happening, simply because of their desperate need for closeness to one another in the manga.

They can’t imagine their life without the other.

Their love is a multi-threaded story that's been told to us over, and over, and over again. Through Izuku and Katsuki's every action and by the mouths of others (which I'll be covering in my next post).

I honestly believe that since the beginning, Hori has been carefully leaving trails of their passion for each other, simply to say this: While this series may be coming to a close, Izuku and Katsuki’s bond, that brings them only closer and binds them tightly together, will transcend the very last of their inked pages and never end. ❤️

Part Two -> Intro & Compress

[fishnapple]

You in their eyes, how do they see you?

(Future spouse/partner/lover)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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MAELSTROM

• Spirit animal: Turtle

You're a balanced combination of both soft, mysterious energy and firm, assertive energy. They can definitely see that you have mental compatibility with each other. Words flow between you effortlessly, conversations would take hours without anyone noticing time was flying by. They can talk about anything with you without fear of judgement and misunderstanding. You stimulate their mind, and when conflicts arise, you can discuss them logically with clarity without letting emotions take over you. This make problems solving between you and them easier, leaving less space for resentment and unresolved feelings.

You seem reserved and quiet in their eyes. Your display of emotions and affection is subtle and intuitive, a quiet devotion that embraces them every day without suffocating them. Though, sometimes, they would have difficulties in trying to decipher your deeper feelings, to understand you at your core, the part that you conceal from them.

But they admire your ability to embrace your inner child fully. They know that this didn't come naturally for you, there's a journey behind it, lessons and hardship you had to go through in order to protect and bring your inner child to the world, no matter how you're perceived. They love this courage, this fearless attitude when you have to face people's opinions, you don't let yourself be swayed by them. Sometimes, you can even be rebellious. But the funny thing is, the more you fight, the more rebellious you're, the more attractive you're in their eyes. And it's not like you go about it in an aggressive and confrontional method. You do you, unapologetically, like a child unaware of how seemingly "odd" their behaviour is in other's eyes. But they know you're not childish. Behind that oblivious attitude is a strong sense of self, a wise person, ruling their own inner kingdom with iron fists. Like a ballerina, their movements can be so graceful only because they've spent endless hours discipline themselves and practised.

Sometimes, they can think that you're being too engrossed in the pursuit of material achievements, like you're always in preparation mode for some disasters looming in the distant future. Greedy might be too strong of a word, but they can view you as materialistic or have a mindset of lack. They understand that material security is very important to you. You need to feel a strong foundation under your feet to feel safe. That can make you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion, always looking for the next thing to do. But they can see you putting that same effort in making the relationship work, you care about them and are willing to take care of things to make their life easier. They will feel that you're always there when they need you, your presence is a constant that is very much needed in their life. They would feel empty, a part of them is missing when you're away.

SEA FOAM

• Spirit animal: Fish

They think you're their good karma (if you believe in the concept of karma) or a reward, a surprise given to them by some higher powers. I see the image of someone being ushered into someone's life. Both parties can be quite reluctant at first, but as fate has it, you and them need to be together. There's a heavy element of fatefulness in this connection, or so that's how they see it. You are destined to love each other, no matter how much both of you try to deny or run away from it.

I think you will be the one who does the running away in the beginning. You seem "hard to catch", like trying to catch a fish with their bare hands. You would fleet in and out of their life at first, they can't seem to figure you out. But your presence will be a pushing force in their life, pushing them into a different direction, to where they are afraid to tread but secretly wish to.

In their eyes, you can be a little immature or temperamental, acting on whims of the moment. This makes you exciting and unique but sometimes, also agitating and hard to pin down. It's like they're torn between the feeling of love and frustration for you. Their personality probably is more serious and intense than yours. They want to be in the deep water with their lover, but you seem to refuse to swim there with them. But they will always want to care for you, to protect you from the harsh world outside.

The way you talk and act just exudes a young and pure energy, as of someone who, just for the first time, allowed to go outside to explore. You might talk a lot (compare to them), you ask questions, sometimes funny one, sometimes philosophical one, sometimes silly one. They will like to indulge you, patiently answer each one of your questions, then sometimes they can get irritated and start to lecture you, to that, you will just ask more questions. You want to learn, to understand this world. Behind that seemingly busy bee mind is a yearning to explore, to be free and soaring. And even if they can't fly with you, they sure will gather all the winds to lift your wings, instead of trying to pull you down into their water (who's the fish here?).

Your habits might be a little more messy or undisciplined compared to this person. You seem confused lots of times and don't have a good grasp of how to navigate your daily life efficiently, yet miraculously, you still swim through life effortlessly, much to their amazement. You don't fret too much about the future, somehow always arrive at the desired destination on time, things just work out for you, as if you just need to focus on taking good care of yourself and be contented, the rest will be taken care of for you by some mysterious force. This contrasts sharply with their approach to life, always planning ahead, always wanting to control the outcome. This creates a complementary dynamic between you two. Where you need structure, they provide, where they need spontaneity, you provide. In the end, no matter how different you guys are, you just fit each other neatly, like puzzle pieces.

SANDSTORM

• Spirit animal: Swan

They just know that you're the perfect partner for them, the one they need to get married to or at least make a serious, long-term commitment. You just possess all the qualities they seek in a spouse, the thought of committing probably will appear in their mind early on. You have a natural ability to understand them, nurture and protect them, at the same time, be a reliable pillar of strength for them. You are serious in your commitment, never take feelings for granted, you date with marriage as end goal in mind. They also think you would make a good parent, someone with enough tenderness and discipline to raise children with good balance.

Your work might involve lots of travelling and communicating. They can see that these are prominent parts of your life, demanding a large chunk of your time. They think that you tend to overwork yourself, being too engrossed in working, you're always busy, I wonder if this also means that you don't spend enough time with them, they feel like they have to demand for your time, to take you away from whatever is bothering your mind. Security is very important to you, you need to feel abundant to feel safe, yet they think you hardly ever feel that way, hence the constant working. They will want to help you in this area, just like how you help them. You mirror each other, in energy, in intentions, both of you want to care for each other in the same way as the other person does.

They probably like to hear your voice, be it talking, singing, or making other sounds. It feels soothing and calming for them. What you say also brings a new perspective, widening their view about the world. They sometimes see you as a teacher, whom they should listen to and want to be guided by. You just move through life gracefully, always open to new adventure, but still leave space for contemplating deeper meanings about everything. Like a philosopher wandering through life, observing the world, and sharing wisdom with the people. You need to be constantly in motion, travelling, or just moving around, and they're happy to be your companion, though they might sometimes want to slow down and rest a little.

They think you have a lot to uncover. You hide a huge treasure of deep love inside, something too intense for you to confidently show to the world. They would be sad to see you lock your dreams away, and they are willing to help make your dreams come true, if you would just ask them to. Your inner child is also someone they want to get close to. You seem to be disconnected from your inner child. They can feel that you want to connect, but something in your psyche is scaring your inner child away, making them reluctant to join the "family". From the outside, this makes you look a little cold or unaffectionate, you're discreet with your love, only ever bring it out when you completely trust someone.  They would want to reach out their hands and pull your inner child closer, to give your inner child a hug.

DUSK

• Spirit animal: Phoenix

They think that you being in a relationship with them is be a big step away from your past wounds. Not that they want the credit for themselves, but as an admiration for you, for your strength. They can see that you had a great fear concerning relationship and commitment in general. Maybe you have been burnt in the past, childhood baggage, and the bad examples you saw around you made you wary of love. So choosing to be in a relationship with someone, being committed to that person, trusting that person enough to share yourself with them, all of these are really brave actions in their eyes. It shows that you don't let your past hold you back and define you, you rise above it and are willing to change, to choose happiness for yourself.  Sometimes, they would reminisce about the initial getting-to-know-each-other phase, how many obstacles they saw in your connection, and how hard it was for them to gain your trust and affection. They would even tease you for it.

Your life seems to be ridden with changes of direction. You're not meant to stay still in one place, both mentally and physically. Life will always present you some events to push you to move. You can't stay stagnant, if you think you're contented with the current situation, then sure enough, there would be an event, an opportunity appearing in front of you, making you reevaluate your current direction in life. So life with you definitely won't lack movements and changes. Another thing is, you also actively seek to restructure your life. From small hobbies to big life decisions, you can be pretty random and go with the flow. You would change the plan at the last minute, planning to turn left, then suddenly turn right because something caught your attention that made you change your mind. Or some mornings, you would suddenly announce that you will take up a new hobby, register for a dance class, learning new language etc. without prior warning.

Life with you would be busy, you always have something to do, a task to complete, a news to watch, a track to run, a book to read. It's like they can't never see you being still. Maybe that also made them feel like you were afraid of commitment when they first got to know you. They could feel that you're too busy for love. But of course, that's not true, being a busy bee is just who you are, and over time, they've gotten used to it and adapted to it well. That busy energy also shows itself in the way you talk. Maybe you talk a lot, very fast, always have something witty to say. They love your humour, your ability to look at yourself, and joke without being defensive. The way you express your ideas and emotions is clear and rational but not cold. You know when to offer the softest words of encouragement and when to debate with the sharpest points.

They think you like to beautify yourself, you like beautiful things but at the same time you seem to be reluctant to spend on yourself, almost like you're stingy with yourself. Even if you like something, you might rationalise and deny yourself that thing. You want to earn lots of money yet don't feel comfortable spending it, especially for yourself. They know this trait of yours, so they will try to guess your desire and get it for you. You're not stingy with them or everyone, though, you're likely to pour your resources into the people you love and the house you share with them. You might like to beautify the house instead. Which is where you would like to stay a lot. You can seem like a homebody to them (with all the busy work) but you will have to go out and make an appearance in the world and they know the world loves you.

SIERRA

• Spirit animal: Phoenix

If they were the wind, they would lift your wings up as much as they could. Your person sees so much potential in you, so many talents, yet you're limiting yourself with your fears. You have an enormous desire to learn and expand your mind. But you also fear going deeper. You might be the kind of person who learns various subjects simultaneously, has a good grasp of everything, but doesn't dig too deep into any particular subjects. Not because you're shallow or impatient, it's the opposite, you know that once you've engrossed yourself in something, you go all in, it would get to the core really fast, and this drains your time and energy so much, you're reluctant to dive in. You also know that there will be hidden things inside you that need to be uncovered if you were to go any deeper. But they think you have the strength to do this because they understand, deep down, you're much happier when you devote yourself to something.

And they know you devote yourself to them and the relationship. Once you're in a commitment, you take it seriously, you see your life as an entanglement with each other, not just one's own anymore. In a way, you're a team person, someone who has a talent for working with people. This makes being in a relationship with you so much easier. Because you're willing to cooperate and want to make a team effort to build the relationship strong, instead of demanding from a selfish stance.

But you're not a pushover or a people pleaser in their eyes. Your individuality shines intensely. You have no trouble being yourself, you can't help being yourself. Even if you wear normal clothing like everyone else, blending in quietly, you still somehow stand out to them. Like a visible halo around you is beckoning them. They admire your creative energy so much, if they're ever short of ideas, they can always turn to you to get some. If you want to pursue some creative endeavours, they would probably encourage and support you wholeheartedly. Because they believe in you.

They also love your playful side, which you only show to a few close ones, and only in a comfortable space. You appear much more serious in public than when you're with them in private. When you're home with them, you can be tender, childish but also very seductive, you show yourself fully to them. You can act silly, making jokes all the time with them, being competitive in games, or playing pranks on them. But all of those are saved for alone time together. Outside, to the world, you're more uptight, serious. People also respect you a lot, looking up to you like a teacher. What you say probably are well listened to by people. You appear as a wise, mature friend, whom people can come to for sound advice. Your person would sometimes chuckle quietly to themselves whenever they see you out in public or with acquaintances. Those people wouldn't imagine how you would act in private, imagine their reaction when they found out some of your silly jokes. They definitely think you have the world fooled.

RIVER

• Spirit animal: Lamb

You're a quiet presence that haunts their psyche in an inexplicable way. They sometimes can't understand why they're so drawn to you, they have that feeling in their heart, but they can't put it into word. If someone asks your person how they feel about you, they would stumble a bit and would take a long time to come up with a coherent answer. Don't mistake this for their lack of affection or commitment, they just haven't fully comprehended your effect on them. When they hear the question, in their mind, the image of you would be conjured up in so many different ways and different areas, it's like you're everywhere.

They admire your grace under pressure. Your quietness doesn't mean you're meek or naive. Your energy is pure and wise. The hardship you encountered in the past didn't turn you into a bitter and cold person. On the contrary, you developed compassion for other's suffering. Everyone has their own story and they deserve to tell them without shame. Each pain is traded with wisdom. They probably wish to learn a thing or two from your stoicism. You're here, in the present, you don't put your mind to needless worrying nor do you cling to the past.

You're the person they would always turn to when they need an advice, your words have a stabilising effect on them, you make them believe that everything will be okay in the end, that they're safe and sound. You might not talk a lot, superfluous information doesn't interest you, but each word holds values. You can talk about deep and taboo topics without judgement, fear or prejudice. Your person will also love your voice, it sounds tender and calming, though they may wish that you would talk more so that they can hear your voice more.

They do notice, when they've gotten closer to you, that you tend to hold in your anger, you don't want it to affect other people, but your person will worry that this can affect you negatively. You also hold your drive and ambitions close to your chest, refusing to disclose them to others. You work silently, diligently towards your goals. It's like you don't want to show anything too overt, your emotions, your struggle, your passion, they are kept simmering inside, while outwardly, you show a serene and placid disposition.

In love, you show a more relaxed energy to them, like a child finally out of the house after a heavy rain, enjoying the freshness and the earthy scent of everything. You can act a little more erratic with them than when you're with other people. Maybe they adore that side of you or more tolerate towards it. You can be unpredictable, not showing your cards fully. They sometimes have to guess how much you love them, how you feel about them. They can ask you for your opinion about other matters and receive practical and solid answers from you, but when the questions change to the topic of personal feelings and love, you can be elusive. This frustrates them greatly but also pull them to you greatly. You're like the muse and the poet at the same time. And they're your avid reader.

[tinydefector]

Psst , The human affect last one where after MC post those spicy pic's, imagine the new of it on Swerve bar's DRAMA and Chaos 😂😂😂 I want to see the reactions

Who's servos- Human effects

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: taking about explicit photos, light smut, hand humping, Drunk robots.

I added a sprinkle of Dratchet in here because I love these old men. So enjoy the boys reactions to the Ambassador's photos.

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Swerves Bar is overly loud as mechs argue amongst each other as they try to figure out what bot was shacked up with the Ambassador, everyone looking at the photos as they try and figure out who's servos they are. 

"I'm telling you, those are Rodimus' servos for sure!" someone slurred, slamming their drink. "Only he's got servos that colour!" 

“Ah no, Animus has the same coloured Servos!” 

“Don't look at me im on the Ethics committee, and whoever is involved in this clearing doesn't care about the ethical side of interspecies relations which we have no knowledge on!” Animus argued back the moment his name was mentioned 

“What if it's UltraMagnus who painted them so he doesn't get caught!” Aquabat chimed in trying to be part of the conversation. 

"As if!" another scoffed. "Ultra stick-up-the-tailpipe would never. My shanix are on Atomizer." Gears states into his drink. 

At the counter, Rodimus nursed his engex with a scowl. "Sure as Frag wasn't me,  i'd be boasting about that in person!, plus the servos don't have the detailing I have!" He argued back. 

Drift flashed a sly grin. "Oh I don't know, Roddy - they do raise an interesting point. You are the Mech they spend a lot of time with who's captain of the ship, and I believe you'd keep it a secret to spite everyone" the ex con was Overcharged himself, drifting from where Rodimus sat and where Ratchet was sulking over his own drink. 

"It has to be one of the senior staff," argued Hound. "They've got the most face time with the Ambassador." 

"Don't discount the scientists," Brainstorm countered. "Interspecies collaboration is crucial work." A collection of them look at Brainstorm for a kilk. 

Nautica scowled as she passed by. "We all know you have no tack Brainstorm."  

Tailgate tugged Rewind's arm anxiously. "Do you think we'll get in trouble for looking? I didn't mean to pry, honest!"

Rewind shook his head. "No, its publicly posted with consent, pretty sure if the Ambassador had issues with it High command would have dealt with it already " 

Beside them, Swerve studied the photos intently. "Maybe I should invite the ambassador for drinks. Get to chatting, see if we could get them to spill."

"No harassing them," Rodimus warned, stealing Swerve's datapad. "Now let it go, mechs. Their choices aren't anyone's business but their own." 

Skids appeared at Drift's side suddenly. "Can you believe it, Drift?, who do you think it is?" He waved a datapad at the speedster, proudly displaying an image. 

Swerve perchs up his field mischievous. "Any guesses on the lucky mech, Drift?, we're Taking bets" He states in singy song tone. 

“C’mon Tailgate, don’t be such a prude,” Skids nudged the minibot to look at the photos  as he ducked shyly behind his engex. “Ain’t you curious?” 

Swerve flashed a waggle. "C'mon Drift, place your chips! I got hot odds on Roddy, Crossblades, or maybe even that slippery therapist Rung." 

Hound elbowed in, visor blinding. "Do they show interface arrays? Wonder how alien bits compare!" 

Drifts optics focus in on the holos taking in the Ambassador and the servos, Drift felt his energon run cold as his optics focused unmistakably on the servos in the image. Oh, he knew those battle-worn appendages all too well - how many vorns had he felt their merciless precision upon his mesh, heard their owner growl his name through the throes of overload? 

But dear Primus, how had the Ambassador come to possess Ratchet's severed servos? A flash of memory surfaced - hadn't Ratchet left them in medical incase he ever had to use them again. after the massacre at Delphi. 

He snuck a surreptitious glance at Ratchet through the chaos, the grumpy Medic seemed to slouch more in his seat while spilling a bright green mixed high grade. A smirk spread Drift's lips. “ don't Bet Swerve” he states. Rising smoothly, making a beeline for Ratchet with the holo in hand.

Ratchet glances up when he sees Drift, had the CMO not been so drained and worried he might have smiled at Drift, but with everything that had happened with Traxies his systems were running full alert. "Well well, look who finally noticed me," Ratchet remarked dryly as Drift slid into the seat beside him, weariness pulling his field taut as ever-tightening screws. "And just what have you got there that's got your relays in a twist?"

Drift took a moment to slowly moving to straddle his conjunx lap, teasing whispering to him as he handed over the holo. "Funny thing - seems our dear Ambassador has found a new use for those old servos of yours, though how, I couldn't say..."  Ratchet whipped his gaze to the image, intake dropping open at the sight of all-too-familiar digits wrapped intimately around supple flesh. His fans stuttered violently. 

"The pit...how in Primus's name did they get a hold of my old servos?!" He rasped, snatching the holo to pore over with widening optics. Somewhere in the drunken din, Drift managed to slap a servo over Ratchet's mouth before he made a scene. 

Drift leaned close, vents puffing hot against an audial. "Well? Care to make a claim, or shall mystery have them all in a tizzy?" he purred silkily. Ratchet grimaces, field warming ever so slightly beneath its veneer of exhaustion. "None of their business," he grumbled, staring pointedly at Drift. 

Drift chuckled, glossa flicking coyly over his dermas. "Aw, don't be like that. You know you're enjoying the thought of having every optic in this bar on you, imagining all the sinful things you'd do” 

A rumbling growl escaped Ratchet's intake. "And you'd best mind your tone, or you'll find yourself in need of a medical. Again." But his field betrayed amusement Drift's optics glinted knowingly. "You say that like it's a chore, but we both recall how creative your medical procedures can be...especially with an eager patient beneath those adept servos." 

"You're like rust" Ratchet huffs but lets Drift continue, his mind does start to wonder about how soft the Ambassador looks. "Honestly, you're worse than the younglings sometimes, Drift." But his digits had already found their way to rest in the seams of Drift’s hips. 

The Ex con nuzzled closer still, voice playful even in his overcharged state. "How you wound me, doctor." His servo crept daringly across Ratchet's plating, tracing patterns. "Just imagine - that soft little frame. The sounds you could coax from those lips..."

A shiver worked its way through Ratchet's struts, betraying his fraying self-control. "You really are determined to get us both in more trouble than we can handle, aren't you?" But his engine revved eagerly all the same. Drift purred contentedly as deft medic's digits found all his sensitive nodes just right. "Mm, you say trouble but I know how you enjoy a challenge, doc." 

His field pulsed hot as his imagination, arousal spiking at thought of the Ambassador with them. "Just picture it - that lithe organic frame writhing between us, so curious and willing to learn." Drift continued to grind against Ratchet's servos. "You'll get us both in the brig, get back to my Hub you're overcharged" he huffs out. 

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Even more headcanons no one asked for: the Mechanicsburg Solstice tradition!

I recently reread the Mechanicsburg Solstice Story because I like it and it's a nice discrete slice of this universe. (...I have also watched enough of Kaja's office hours livestreams that the voice-acting in my head is now prepared for this story specifically.)

So in lieu of actually writing this as a fic, for your amusement, I've pulled together my headcanons of Agatha (and family) vs. the Mechanicsburg Solstice chase:

(I have - of course - assumed the OT3)

Agatha finds out about the Solstice tradition ahead of time the next year, maybe at some kind of meeting with the town elders

Gil and/or Tarvek immediately go "The hell you will," at whoever told her they'd be chasing her all over town (probably Van, but he can deal with them, he'll be fine)

Agatha immediately goes, "Yes actually the hell I will, sit down." Per the Agreement [my headcanon, not from the comic], Agatha gets to argue with them about Empire things if she wants to, but they do not get to argue with her about Mechanicsburg things

Everyone immediately perceives that the Lady's consorts are going to get involved for her if something isn't done. It's not a huge leap of perception here. No one's willing to fight them, so...

Excessive negotiations finally settle on that Gil and Tarvek are allowed to attend the party beforehand but MUST be back in Castle Heterodyne, in reboot mode or not, before midnight (Cinderella vibes a bit here...)

Joke's on the council, this is exactly the outcome that Tarvek had in mind and he was cuing Gil to start deliberate arguments that they could then strategically lose; they only run an empire, c'mon

Agatha isn't allowed to take tools, weapons, and/or equipment into this game, thus the specifically chosen-for-her outfit, but...

...no one is frisking her consorts while they wander around the festival as a couple being cute and chatting with people

(side note, Tarvek knows a remarkable number of Mechanicsburgers by name specifically; when Gil comments on this, Tarvek admits that he doesn't take food or drink from people he doesn't know, because they're less likely to poison him if they actually know him)

(the argument about how anyone who actually knew Tarvek would poison him faster lasts them most of the rest of the way through the festival. C'mon. They're cute and they love each other, but they're not going to miss that good a fight)

...every single pocket Gil and Tarvek have at this point, and they're wearing coats because it's midwinter and, c'mon, they're Sparks, so that's a lot of pockets, is full of useful tools and materials and power cores and such

Violetta has helped with this a lot. These pockets are practically bigger on the inside now

Is anyone actually going to stop the Lady of Mechanicsburg from kissing her consorts in the street where the whole town and the Jägerhorde too can wolf-whistle and cheer at them?

NOPE

Remembering that most people are a bit drunk by now, is anyone taking notes on where all those hands are?

NOPE

Do an awful lot of useful things move from Gil's and Tarvek's pockets to Agatha's under the cover of adorable public displays of affection?

YEP

Is Agatha, from that point on, quite as unarmed as she looks, or as the new Revelsmeister thinks she is?

ABSOLUTELY NOT

This chasing game is about to be a great deal of fun...for Agatha, who can literally build death rays in her sleep.

This works for YEARS until someone catches on. Bonus points if the person who figures it out thinks it's funny and doesn't tattle.

Gil and Tarvek still worry about her after they've been sent home for the night, although I suspect this does not stop them from raiding the Castle Heterodyne kitchens on the way while the Castle is rebooting and can't stop them

They watch from the windows spotting for death ray stun gun blasts (the Heterodynes don't kill their own people, and Agatha certainly doesn't) until it's clear Agatha is winning

...and probably for a while after that

The next morning, Agatha usually finds them camping out sleepover-style in a reading room or lab with a good view of the town. The Castle ringing the Doom Bell to call time would wake them up, of course, although I suspect they're smart enough to set a predawn alarm. No one deserves the Doom Bell as an alarm clock. But once the Castle assures them that Agatha won (again), they might as well go back to sleep...

Agatha probably just crawls into the campout nest with them when she gets home

It's a very quiet morning in Mechanicsburg the day after Solstice

(quite a lot of people are still sleeping off the stun gun Agatha seemed to pull out of nowhere. Everyone's very impressed about that once they wake up, though.)

Bonus headcanons:

Zeetha was 100% delighted to have a specific (fun) thing to train her zumil for, and much running around Mechanicsburg being loudly pursued by Zeetha happens all the time now.

Agatha wishes there was less of that, actually.

But it's TRAINING.

Krosp thinks the whole thing is ridiculous, and he probably isn't wrong.

He's also not above raiding the Castle Heterodyne kitchens while the Castle is rebooting, either.

[deathbydarkelves]

🐦 gimme those delicious nature headcanons

🐦‍⬛ - Something about plants and/or animals

I'm gonna be honest, I've sort of always disliked the moonkin 💀 Their design is probably one of the most awkward out of the chimeric creatures in this game. But I LOVE owlbears, and Warcraft doesn't have any "regular" owlbears (outside the DF Emerald Dream), so I just combined them <3

They're known by many names in many languages due to their wide range and ancient presence. They're dor'anre to the kaldorei ("wildkin") and Eulebären (singular Eulebär) to humans ("owlbear"). Tauren and trolls have their own names as well, naturally.

((Again, I used the fanmade Darnassian dictionary for that, and I use German to represent the human language/s))

There's a couple different species of these guys, maybe five or so, as they had a fairly broad distribution across the ancient Kalimdor supercontinent. They actually share a common ancestor with hippogryphs and gryphons, and still possess tiny vestigial wings and a bird-like respiratory system.

Like hippogryphs, their antlers are more accurately described as branched horns -- they grow continuously and aren't shed. And, also like hippogryphs, they're less for intraspecific competition and more for social display. Larger antlers communicate age and good health, and each individual can be identified by them. I didn't show it here, but if an antler is broken, that can affect its growth dramatically. It's the same concept as bonsai. An owlbear with huge, asymmetrical, and oddly-shaped antlers is an old one indeed.

And this is important, because to an even higher degree than their relatives, they have complex social structures within groups (often referred to as "packs"). I'd put them at about the same level as real-world gorillas when it comes to intelligence, maybe slightly below. They're not really in their stone age yet, and they certainly can't speak, nor do they have the little villages they do in-game. But talk to any druid and they've definitely got a little more going on upstairs than many other animals. They use tools and can learn basic methods of interspecies communication.

The largest packs consist of multiple separate families, but most only have five to ten individuals from one or two families. By living in these groups, they can lay claim to much larger tracts of land and share precious resources. They're mostly scavengers, but when they must catch their own food they stick to fish and small mammals. Large animals like deer are only rarely taken, and only the most desperate owlbears go after humanoids.

It seems certain that within the next couple thousand years, owlbears will enter a stone age; as I said they're already using basic tools. They'll use sticks to dig up rabbit burrows, and topple trees into streams to force fish into a bottleneck.

They can do this because of their fun owl feet <3 At rest, on their forelimbs, they have three toes pointing forward and one pointing backwards (a little to the side actually, but effectively backwards). This is an anisodactyl configuration, and what most birds you're familiar with have. But, like owls (and osprey), they can rotate their fourth toe around to have two in front and two in back, a zygodactyl configuration, and much better for grasping -- grasping prey and tools.

This is shown surprisingly well in this shot from the Guardians of Ga'Hoole movie. I exclaimed in joy the first time I noticed. It's so refreshing to see animators actually do their research on birds.

I'm also gonna link this 2.5 minute video where a guy shows this on a real (dead) owl for those interested.

Anyway... it also goes without saying that there's all kinds of folklore around these guys, including the widely-held belief among kaldorei that they're aware of, worship, and carry out the wishes of Elune. There's a story told by certain tauren tribes that says the first trees grew from the antlers of an owlbear who had gotten drunk and accidentally killed the god of winter's prized pet stag. He then killed the owlbear in grief. So, the reason trees change and lose their leaves in autumn is in apology for the accident, and to try and appease the god of winter with brilliant colors he could never otherwise imagine.

((Ask game here))

[damianbugs]

do you have any good tim fic recs? without him being massively woobified or fanonised

tim centric fics are not something i usually read (though that IS changing recently) BUT i do indeed have some recs that to me, personally, really encapsulate his character and i think about like all the time. a good tim drake fic can truly change the chemicals in your brain FOREVER.

woobified tim and i have personal beef with each other that will withstand all the generations to come, so i will not be touching him with a ten foot pole. do not fear.

TIM DRAKE CENTRIC FIC RECS ON AO3

Talk To Me by A_Canceled_Stamp

Bruce and Tim have a long-overdue heart-to-heart

MY NOTES: ohhh just the bruce and tim fic ever to exit. i reread this often when i just need a little comfort after things are rough, because it is so well written and i will never get over how sweet it is. happy tears in my eyes forever. bruce and tim is a dynamic that is so special.

lift this curse of bein' seventeen by arguablysomaya

When Tim first dreamed of becoming Robin, he’d been admiring Dick. When he became Red Robin, hurt and alone, he’d thought about the person Jason used to be. But after years of watching his older sister, Tim can’t help but reflect on how much he respects Cass and what she stands for.

As Batgirl, as Orphan, as Black Bat— as Cass, the woman that could face down pure evil and still sneak into Tim’s apartment to pull the laptop out of his hands and shove him into bed.

Or: In which Tim Drake gets a new name.

MY NOTES: oh my GOD. THE TIM DRAKE MOVES ON FROM ROBIN FIC EVER. i never once considered black bat tim but after reading this i genuinely have ascended to a new plain of tim drake understanding. not to mention wonderful tim and cass writing. i love their duo so much. (also!!! asian tim!!!)

by any other name would smell as sweet by misspickman

A dare and a couple of offhand comments set off a domino effect, sending Tim down one or two identity crises. Apparently everyone thinks it's time for him to do some self-reflection.

MY NOTES: i have said this so many times in these recs that it should be a given now to always expect a trans character fic as well. trans girl tim fic u are SO REAL. a friend recommended this to me and i read it all while standing up for a good half an hour unable to do anything else. changed my life forever. good lord

a soft place to land by unchosenone

Tim rubs the back of his head, trying to affect a joking tone. “I knew I should’ve just gone for the new escrima sticks.”

Dick is ready to be a good big brother to his grieving little bro. Tim flips the script.

MY NOTES: dick and tim are truly the brothers of all time i tear up just thinking about what they once had and everything they've lost. this fic is not about that though. this fic is about what a caring little brother tim is.

Check your mic by Lilac_hyacinth

“That wasn’t—” he stared at his bike’s display through fuzzy eyes. “I mean, Bernard’s not my—”

“It’s okay, Tim,” Steph said gently.

The comm felt like a knife in his ear.

“I’m not,” Tim said.

He didn’t know if he was saying "I’m not gay" or "I’m not okay," was pretty sure nobody else did either, and the next thing Tim knew, his comm was a crushed pile of plastic and tech in his clenched fist.

MY NOTES: first and foremost, if you are a fan of timber you NEED to check out this author. the best timber fics out there. this fic is especially special to me and i love the way the comfort was handled. seeing tim traverse through different parts of the queer experience will always be important to me.

[nepheia]

07 ∙ the hidden yizhan song no one is talking about: return to zero

[ ✼ part 7 of the self is not me, but us series ]

yes, we're all victims of the goodnight syndrome — myself included, because it's been like three weeks or something and i still have it on loop. i'll get to that in the next part, where you'll realise i am! absolutely! not normal! about that song!

BUT. also dropping on that same day was return to zero, which i haven't really seen too many people talk about. to me, it's as heavily yizhan-coded as goodnight, if a little subtler, and not just because of the mountains on the lyrics poster (which thankfully aren't snow-capped, else i would've been Even More Insane):

if goodnight is yz in the present, in their disgustingly sweet power husbands married couple era, then return to zero is yz in the past, circa 2018.

❝ the silence of sighs and someone's secret time flows backwards the blurs of light and shadow confusion and clarity ❞

this verse and the nature-related imagery of the lyrics took me back to the tail end of that whirlwind summer, where — if you'll let me project a little — both xz and yb were likely having to confront the intimacy they've shared over the course of filming cql.

after months of "time-travelling" every day (jumping between past to present-day wangxian, from period to modern-day yizhan), xz had to leave their little bubble of security. the cast and crew who've taken in stride their egregiously open secret, their egregiously open displays of affection. the convenient excuse of playing soulmates in a passion project they don't even know will air. 

he had to go back to a time where they didn't get to spend hours and hours together every day. to a time where he would have both clarity ("if i spend time apart from him, maybe i'll be able to figure out what this is") and confusion ("but now that i've experienced it, can i unlearn what it's like to spend every waking moment with him?").

he had to take that japan trip to walk away from wei ying and, as some say, to figure out who exactly he felt those emotions for.

❝ the letter that was never sent and the you who is unknown ❞

re: "never sent" — for those of you familiar with the japan trip cpn, there's the wechat block theory… i've always been ambivalent about that so i won't include that here. but that's an alternate and very applicable line of thought!!

there really was no need for letters, was there? because that "i miss you" may have been woven onto a cap, but it might as well have been a loudspeaker, with how persistently and publicly its owner wore it. and well, xz did figure it out sometime during that trip. after all, when he came home, the modern man wasn't unknown anymore; he was going to be named c:

❝ it turns out reality and the dream world zero out together ❞

where did you find love, xz was asked once. in a dream, he said.

and what could be more dreamlike than finding your soulmate while filming a story about, well, soulmates?

you could read these two lines as xz resurfacing from that trip with a more nuanced answer to "is what i feel because of the role or because of the person?". fiction and reality have cancelled each other out, because he is allowed to have both. (to keep with the theme of multiple selves: he is both.) his feelings for yb are as real as they come, and they can co-exist with the realisation that as the person who brought wei ying to life on screen, a part of him will always love lan zhan. that's the kind of story you will never, ever be able to tell again. 

but i also like to think of these lines as his thought process during that trip.

it always made sense to me that xz maybe needed some time to think about it all, and to figure out how to reconcile what they have (dream) with what they're allowed to have (reality). they were both rising stars with a lot to lose, but they're also just people, who i believe were — are — acutely aware that this isn't something you find every day, sometimes never even in a lifetime.

so he decides they'll make it work.

and you know when the books describe the oh moment? when the world seems to pause on its axis, when everything is suddenly clear and bright and beautiful?

❝ the wind is flying past the fog is dusted over the sky suddenly held its breath ❞

❝ a loud explosion from the moment i saw you ❞

yeah stand up mister xiao "team love-over-time but suddenly couldn't say that when roseonly asked if he believed in love at first sight" zhan

⎯⎯ ୨୧ ⎯⎯

and now just for fun, because i'm already insane and might as well go all in:

🎪 bonus round — a series of cute etymological coincidences!

remember i said thankfully no snowy mountains in the poster visual? 

零 (zero), like many a chinese character, is made up of different component characters or radicals: 雨 (rain) + 令 (lots of different meanings depending on context, sorry!!). coincidentally, this is the same 令 as in 陈情令 / cql, and we also know xz and yb are both self-proclaimed rainy day enjoyers.

coincidentally also, 零 (zero) and 雪 (snow) both share the same 雨 radical.

i yoyo quite intensely between the idea that obviously no one has the goddamn time to think about all this (except me, apparently) and that this is also xz's specific brand of nerdy linguistics (• ◡•)

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← prev ┊ part 6: the elephant in the room: reading this album as a cpf → next ┊ part 8: on goodnight, all the same, and the ordinariness of love

[sustainably-du-mortain]

f0r the basic ship .... feme? hawhau? th0rneviIIe!!

14, 21, 23, 30, 41, 42, 44,, 48, 49

I've just been calling them Sunshines but I like Thorneville!!

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

They love pda. These two are constantly holding hands, arm wrapped around the waist or shoulder when they're walking. Always have a hand on the other's lap, arm, knee when they're sitting next to each other. They give each other quick little pecks on the cheek, forehead, lips too. Overall, every cute little display of affection you can think of, they do it. They're just not the kind of couple who makes out in public, that they keep in private.

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

It's not something that they've ever experienced before, so learning how to live with someone else is something really new to both of them and they really love it. Getting to learn about the other's quirks, their small habits. They get to exist in the same space and I think they'll never grow tired of that.

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Their relationship is founded on trust, honesty, friendship, kindness and intimacy. I would love to add healthy communication to this, but at the moment, it's not their forte, especially on Côme's part, although it's likely to become one in the future.

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Côme: gift giving & physical affection Felix: physical affection & words of affirmation

Their love languages work great together because they share one but also because the one they don't share kind of complement the other's personality/insecurities.

Felix loves Côme's habit of gift giving because it always reminds him that he's on Côme's mind a lot, and Côme always loves his excited little reactions when they give him something. Felix' love language, on the other hand, manages to lessen Côme's insecurities about not being enough, so being constantly reminded that Felix trusts them, believes in them and loves them, makes them more confident.

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

I think it would take a while for Côme to realize that they lost Felix. Like it wouldn't hit them right away and I can see them going on about their life as normal for a couple of days, because that didn't happen, right? This couldn't have possibly happened. Until they have that moment of realization and it hits them like a truck. They'd isolate themselves in their sorrow and someone, likely someone from UB who can get what they're going through in some ways, would have to look after them, help them get through it, make sure that they're eating and that grief isn't eating them alive. But eventually, when they processed Felix's death, they would try to always think about him in positive ways, do things they used to do or things they meant to do together to keep Felix alive in their memory. They would have that "Felix was a ray of sunshine and I need people to remember that" kind of mindset.

For Felix, it would hit right away, but I think he would have that "I need to etch every minute detail about them into my memory or else I'm scared I'll forget about them" kind of mindset. I feel like while he would feel immense sorrow about losing his loved one, he would need to talk about Côme, need to reminisce about happy memories they shared. He would love to hear about other people's memories too. I feel like this is something that would bring him even closer to UB, especially since I think he would need UB's help to not lose it when grief is threatening to eat up at him. He would need someone to remind him that he's allowed to mourn, that it's not going to tarnish Côme's memory. But in the end, I think he would have the same mindset as Côme's about needing people to remember that Côme was a ray of sunshine too.

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Côme settled pretty well within UB. They got on Ava and Mason's nerves a bit in the beginning but it all resolved as they got to know each other better. They always go to UB, especially Nat, when they want to do something for Felix. Overall right now, they get along like a group of close friends. They'll eventually come to think of UB as their family.

Felix is friendly enough with Rebecca but they're never going to be close friends and I don't see him as considering Rebecca as part of their family, because I'm not sure he sees Rebecca as more than their handler. He also doesn't really know where to stand with her because Côme's relationship with her is very neutral and not very child/mother like. As for friends, he gets along pretty well with Tina. These two instantly clicked together and while they're not besties yet, they def have each other's number. With Verda it's a little different. Felix is friendly with him but I hc he finds Verda a little intimidating, so he would love to get to know him more, he just doesn't really know how.

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They do because why not? They both love physical affection and cuddling is perfect to unwind after a stressful day or just because they feel like it. So yeah, cuddling is a must

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

They haven't really talked about it yet. Côme is someone who lives one day at a time so they do not really think about the future, but I can see it coming up at some point, during one of their late night convos. Or one of them, realizing in the middle of the night that they want to spend the rest of their lives with the other, so they wake them to tell them just that. So when they talk about it, it's in the form of random conversations or if Felix initiates it.

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

They don't, mostly because they can't. These two are terrible at keeping secrets: Côme's every thought reads on their face and Felix lets everything slip out one way or another.

If they do keep secrets from one another, it's about stuff from their past they haven't talked about yet, but either plan on talking about it but haven't got the opportunity yet, or they do not feel comfortable enough to share that part of their past yet or it just slipped their mind. And even then, I don't really think that can be considered keeping secrets because they're not keeping it secret for the sake of it.

Basic ship asks

[herstoriies]

𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

1. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Delicately floral. A beautiful rose to decorate her hair or gown. Expensive perfume with notes of honeysuckle, jasmine, and orange blossom.

2. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚’𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚?

Small and dainty, and buttery smooth. They've not known much labor. And her fingers are usually adorned with a ring or two on each hand. On her left is a ring on her index and middle fingers. On her right, a pinky ring. Verse dependent, on her left hand in lieu of the middle finger ring is her engagement/wedding ring.

3. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙮?

Opera verse - She's very conscientious about what foods affect her voice. On a day she's performing, she avoids dairy and sticks to light but sustainable meals like soups, not overly salted vegetables, and fruits. That said, it's a battle given Priscilla is equally a bit of a foodie and restauranter and loves trying different cuisines. And did I mention her sweet tooth and love of champagne? More often than not she eats out, but isn't incompetent in the kitchen and enjoys making a traditional meat and vegetable dish, pastas, and baking scones and cake for tea.

Baroness verse - The Staunton chef's daily English meals (including high tea), or out and about to various restaurants.

4. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚?

In one verse she made an entire career out of it :D

In short, yes, she does. Naturally in her Diva verse, singing is her life and her voice was trained and finetuned to the coloratura soprano she became famous for. But natually she has a nightingale's voice, soft and melodically sweet.

In her other vereses, she still enjoys singing as a hobby, can't resist joining in a shanty, or chorus/choir and might stand out in a crowd of carolers if not mindful.

5. 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨?

She can be very reckless of her own behavior and get into trouble.

She's loudmouthed and outspoken and confrontational, when not in a comedic situation can lead to dire consequences.

She's impulsive and enjoys things in excess.

She has a revolving door of dandies she rotates like accessories. (in v: joie de paris)

She has kleptomania (in v: the baroness)

Uhhh to name a few.

As far as nervous ticks, its like sweeping her hair behind her ear, playing with her fingers or the tassel dangling from her fan, or taking a less confident posture.

When agitated she gets more sharp tongued, sarcastic, and demanding.

And in a dramatic moment of witnessing betrayal, can and has in the past physically lashed out, in the sense of destroying nearby objects and shoving everything off of her vanity table.

6. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧?

In a word: fabulous. Silks, lace, satin flowers, embroidery. Everything of opulent Victorian-era (verse-dependent but nonetheless...) Haute Couture frivolities. Most notably sporting designs by the famous designer: House of Worth. She has on occasion spent her entire paycheck on her wardrobe and had to scramble together a combination of savings and a slew of hustle side-gigs like posing for artists just to pay the next month's rent!

It can be argued her taste is a bit too avante garde, fortunately it's fitting for the victorian era

Some additional meta: Priscilla's wardrobe is like her battle armour. And she often prides herself in her physical assets, and displays them properly with utmost taste and opulent class. Starting with her custom-fitted corset and foundational wear for comfort and accentuation, and each layer and petticoat forward, topped off with silk ornately detailed bodice and skirt. More often the silk is a vibrant solid color - shades of blue, navy, violet, burgundy, emerald; or a pastel shade, or the classic cream, white, gold, tan, or mourning black (often worn in v: the Baroness!). Of course, this is paired with the right accessories: jewelry, a trimmed and feathered hat, a beaded shawl, and satin or leather gloves depending on the event. And I must highlight her shoes - often ornately embroidered - are equally a fashion statement. More often than not they're heeled, to give herself some added height (given her petite stature).

Another statement & asset is Priscilla's golden mane of untamable curls. For the most part, it's in an era-specific updo, but she's also donned the more ancient Grecian style. Often her hair is accessorized with some combination of an elegant comb (her iconic one is in the shape of a peacock!), a rose, and/or an elegant hat.

7. 𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝?  𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤?

A little too much for her own good. This is why she must be protected at all costs so her affections do not go to the wrong person(s)! She's a romantic, and more often in love with the idea of being in love than actually in love.

She is affectionate by her loyalty, her wanting to be with someone (& how frequently), exchanges of sweet nothings, little surprises/gifts, and basis of mutual respect.

8. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙣?

Any ol' position, often little spoon. She tends to steal the covers and/or take up the entire bed somehow no matter what size it is. Otherwise having someone to cuddle helps! Then she'd just go koala mode.

9. 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢?

Probably. Either from hearing Priscilla's rehearsing her singing, laughing at a joke, being the larger than life life of the party she is, or even arguing with a Parisian producer she loves to quarrel with. Otherwise, it's a toss-up.

Tagged by: commandeered from @reverdies

Tagging: YOU!

[ashwhowrites]

heyy! i have a request that is kinda similar to affection which btw is my all time fav eddie angsty fic! anyways feel free to drop it cause you’ve already kinda written it. eddie and reader have been dating and their relationship is still fairly new and one night when they’re hanging out with everyone the reader overhears eddie telling everyone she’s clingy. thank you so much bby for all the amazing works you’ve shared with us 🤍🤍

Thank you so much!

"affection" is one of my favorites as well

I think I can change it enough where it won't sound the same!

Eddie wasn't huge on public displays of affection. In fact, he hated it. He hated someone constantly tugging on his arm. He didn't like to be hugged in front of a group. He refused to kiss in front of anyone. He only wanted affection in private.

Y/N never knew that. She thought showing each other off was adorable. She loved to be touched and to touch others. Her body physically couldn't handle being left alone. She needed reassurance of someone being there

So when she began to date Eddie, she didn't think twice about it. Easily sliding her hand into his as they walked through the hallways. Pecking his cheek before she ran off to class. She played with his hair when she sat behind him in class. Rubbing his leg with her foot during hellfire. She adored touching her boyfriend and she didn't think once that he didn't like it.

She always wanted to hangout with him. Her life at home was lonely and she didn't like to be left there. Always running over to Eddie's right after school and staying until she had to leave for bed. He never said a word, so how was she supposed to know?

Eddie tried very hard to never snap at her. They've been dating for two months and he was going insane. But the relationship was new, she was in the puppy love stage. Surely she'd get over that.

Then two months turned into four. And she was still clinging on to him. He knew she needed to feel a body against hers. Even before they dated she always hooked on to someone nearby. And now since he was her boyfriend, he was the default.

And maybe he was an ass for talking behind her back. A grade A asshole for telling his friends she was so damn clingy but he needed it off of his chest.

~~

"she's just so clingy and I feel like I can't breathe. She's at my house every day for hours. I haven't had a moment alone in months. She's holding my hand, cuddling me, and kissing me in front of everyone. I don't know, I just feel like that stuff is for us when we are alone"

She was behind the wall, getting back from the bathroom. Heart cracking and insecurity flooded her body as her boyfriend told their friends she was clingy.

She knew she was, she just didn't see it as a bad thing. She'd love it if someone wanted to cling on to her. It would make her feel loved and appreciated. She wasn't hurt by being called clingy. She was hurt that he never bothered to tell her for the last four months that she was suffocating him.

She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat. It's fine, she'll just talk to him one on one when they left Steve's.

She smiled as she entered the room. Now she knew why the room got silent. Steve and Robin threw her pity looks but she shrugged it off. She sat next to Eddie, not on his lap like she was before. When he breathed a sigh of relief, her body stung. But she shrugged it off.

~~

When he parked in her driveway to drop her off she spoke up. She wasn't going to let this eat her alive for his benefit.

"why didn't you tell me I was too much for you?" She asked, turning her head to look at him.

He clenched his eyes and sighed.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that" he admitted.

"I know but I would have understood. I'm a big girl, I think I can handle giving you some space when you need it" she wasn't angry and she wasn't hurt anymore.

"I know, it was a dick move" he confessed

"let's work on it together. I'll try to hold back and the days I forget, just tell me when it's too much okay?"

He felt even worse. She smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. She pecked his cheek and skipped into her house.

She was sweet, a ball of sunshine and he felt like the damn rain cloud.

~~

It was weird at first for her. She wasn't sure what things made Eddie feel suffocated so she slowly learned.

When she walked in the halls next to Eddie and Robin, she went to lace her fingers with his. Slightly touching his fingertips. Feeling a small kick in the gut when his hand went into his pocket. Still ranting about a story on his mind. Robin watched as her cheeks flushed embarrassed and took her hand away. Robin didn't understand why Eddie hated the affection. It was his fucking girlfriend for god sakes.

But Robin was a good friend. Easily slipping her hand into Y/N's free one. Y/N smiled at the feeling, giving Robin a grateful look. Y/N giggled as Robin swung their connected hands forward and backwards. Robin smiled hearing her laugh.

Eddie noticed the girls next to him were no longer listening to his story. Watching his girlfriend giggle and smile brightly as Robin swung their arms around. He ignored the upset feeling in his stomach and continued to walk beside them. Easily becoming the third wheel.

~~

Movie night at Steve's was the next thing she had to learn.

She crawled right next to Eddie, as she always did. Throwing a blanket over them as she squeezed under his arm. Her arm wrapping around him and head resting on his shoulder. Feeling his body tense, she quickly apologized

"sorry eds" she said quietly, giving him a defeated look as she sat up straighter, pulling her body away from his. She knew she told him she'd work on it for him, but she didn't expect it to hurt so much.

He gave her a small smile and threw his arm over the couch. Sitting comfortably without a care in the world.

Steve's heart hurt watching as the girl cuddled into herself. Picking at her nails as she tried to keep her hands away from trailing to her boyfriend.

"Y/N, come here" Steve said, opening his arms with a smile on the other side of the couch. He knew she would not be able to rest without cuddling during a movie. And he wasn't going to let his friend be upset because her boyfriend was an asshole.

"okay!" She said excitedly. Yanking the blanket off of Eddie and scooting to the other side where Steve sat. Settling herself in his arms as he sat the blanket on them. Throwing his free arm on her shoulder as he pressed play to the movie.

Eddie glared at Steve's arms wrapped around his girlfriend. The spot next to him is now empty. Just because he didn't want to cuddle doesn't mean Steve should just be touching her all over. Jealousy settled in his veins. He couldn't remember one thing about the movie. Watching his girlfriend fall asleep on Steve's shoulder as she snuggled into him more and more.

~~

But when they were alone, he got her to himself. She realized Eddie only liked to be touched in the privacy of just them. Which was fine.

She kissed his face repeatedly as he laughed under her. Hands tickling her sides to get her off of him.

He smirked in victory when he landed on top of her. Kissing her slowly as she reached up to tangle her hands in his hair.

He didn't want to admit it, but he missed feeling her. They haven't spent a night alone in weeks. He hadn't kissed her this deeply in days. Hasn't felt her hands in his hair, her warmth transferring on to him.

She pulled away with a giggle. Kissing his nose as she moved from under him.

He watched as she put on her jacket.

Confused, he spoke out, "wait. Where are you going?" He sat up on his bed, hand reaching to grab hers

"it's almost 7 baby" she said it like he was supposed to understand what that meant

"and? You never leave that early"

"I know but I've been with you all day long. Now it's time for you to have your alone time, remember?" She said softly. Shaking her head and laughing quietly at her boyfriend's confused face.

She kissed his lips quick again as she walked out of bedroom

"see you in the morning!"

And the door slammed shut.

Eddie quickly realized he didn't want alone time tonight. He's been alone for fucking weeks it felt like.

~~

It was date night and Eddie was more excited than ever. He felt like his body was growing restless being away from her touch this long.

He sat next to her in the booth, one arm thrown over her shoulder and holding her hand as she reached up.

He kissed the side of her head as they waited for their food to arrive.

She was ranting about her day. Her free hand tracing shapes into his hand that rested on the table.

He hummed softly as he listened. His body felt like it was melting into hers. Her back against his chest. Her head is just below his chin. He forgot how nice it was to just hold her.

"Eddie! Y/N!" Robin announced as she dragged Steve over to the booth

"can we sit?"

Eddie went to say no but his sweet girlfriend already said yes.

He felt his body slump in the booth when she moved her body away. Unlacing their hands, scooting over to her side of the booth. No longer sharing one spot. She held her own hands as she greeted their friends.

Eddie hated how cold his body felt. But he asked for this. This was what he wanted. But now he was slowly learning he missed her clinginess. And he hates more than anything that he made her change who she was.

He watched her as she talked to their friends. Eddie kept moving his hand closer to her seat. Hoping that maybe she's been too caught him in talking and just hold it. Subconsciously touching him. But she did. She noticed his hand getting closer but figured she was the one moving. Quickly pulling herself further away. Sending him a small smile.

Eddie needed to fix this and do it fast

~~

Y/N and him were walking side by side towards their class. Ever since Eddie put his hand in his pocket that day, she kept hers tight on her books. But today she had none to carry. Eddie moved himself closer, ranting about hellfire. Bumping his shoulder into hers with a smile. She smiled back and was caught off guard when she felt his warm hand slip into hers. She felt him squeeze her hand a few times but kept his rant going. She smiled to herself and squeezed back.

~~

At the next movie night, she was heading to sit next to Steve when Eddie grabbed her by her waist. She squealed when he placed her on his lap, throwing a blanket over them. Tucking her head under his chin and wrapping his arms around her, tight.

She felt him kiss her head and told Steve to play the movie.

She smiled to herself and snuggled further into his arms.

Eddie smiled as she fell asleep, this time on him.

~~

When she came over to his house after school, he made sure she didn't feel the need to leave.

Moaning into her mouth as she sat on his lap. His tongue tasted her mouth as he held on to her hips.

She pulled away breathless, the excuse to leave on her tongue.

"don't go" he said first. Kissing down her neck.

"you don't want alone time?" She asked, pulling back to look at him fully

"I'm tired of alone time. I was wrong. I love you and I love when you cling to me. I love when you hold my hand, cuddle with me during movies, and when you stay all night long. I'm sorry for making you change. I should have changed. I miss you and I hate missing you when you are right here" he said quietly, still holding on her hips to make sure she didn't move. "alone time just reminds me how fucking good I had it before I fucked it up"

"Eddie, you didn't fuck up. It's okay to not like certain things. We are just opposite and that's fine" she smiled

"no baby no. The thing is the second you took it all away, I wanted it more than ever. I'm sorry and I'll keep saying it. You are perfect just the way you are. Please just stay a little longer"

She smiled down at him as he nudged his head into her chest. Inhaling her scent as he hugged her tighter

"okay Eddie, I'll stay"

Being in a new relationship was all about learning. Learning about the person you love but also learning about yourself. And Eddie learned he loved being touched, even in front of everyone.

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[genshin-hours]

Hi hello! Hope you had a good day :)

I saw requests were open and I'd like to ask for hcs about Xiao with an adeptus s/o? Doing Yaksha stuff and helping each other when the karmic debt is too much 😢

xiao + adeptus | yaksha s/o (gn reader)

a/n: tysm for requesting ♡ i had to do a bit of research for this one, so i hope everything is as accurate as possible. also i made the s/o a yaksha. in canon, xiao only seemed to interact with the other yakshas ^^ i hope you like these, i tried to stick with making xiao as canon as possible :)

for anyone that doesn't know, karmic debt is the curse of the dead. basically, if you kill something, you then carry a curse, which accumulates everytime you kill something.

all of the yakshas were forced to carry a heavy burden of karmic debt after constantly fighting these manifestations/monsters from the hatred towards the archons.

karmic debt takes a huge toll on the soul and sanity, which caused the yakshas to turn on eachother, succumb to darkness, or vanish.

so, here, you and xiao are the only two yakshas left.

xiao was only ever "close" with his fellow yakshas, and now that everyone is gone, he much prefers to work alone.

he does not want to burden anyone with his karmic debt, of course. but things are different with his s/o.

they've seen everything he has, and they've been with him the whole time. knowing they're the only one to survive alongside him has increased his fondness towards them.

if he ever were to be in a sort of relationship, it would still be distanced. albeit, xiao would share with you his memories: the fond ones, the painful ones. he would reminisce with you.

when xiao needs to fulfill his yaksha duties, he does prefer to do it by your side. he does not wish to burden you, but you've made it clear you want to help him with the weight he carries.

xiao is eternally grateful towards you. he has very few people he has ever felt true admiration or respect for, let alone companionship and closeness.

at the end of the day, the two of you sit under the stars next to eachother. sometimes in silence, and sometimes whispering about the past.

xiao misses the other yakshas, but there are no words to express how thankful he is that you're still by his side.

he is not great at showing his fondness or emotions, so he often keeps them bottled up.

but if you hug him or rest your head on his lap at the end of the night, his cheeks will turn pink. for someone as powerful as xiao, he gets flustered easily by displays of affection.

he likes it though, but he won't say it. he just gently strokes your hair or cheek though while you rest :)

you two definitely spar and train all the time. he feels very comfortable working with you and fighting without acquiring any curses.

xiao compliments your skills, and if you compliment him back, he gets embarrassed. don't tease him about it, though, or he won't come back for a while.

he never says much in general, but he likes to listen to you mostly. he thinks you have fascinating things to share.

it relieves his mind a bit from thinking about his karmic debt. just being around you feels warm and sunny for him <3

again, he is bad with feelings. but he will always be by your side, serving out your duties together as your companion and partner. he doesn't know how to say it, but he loves you, so be patient with him.

[emberwood-if]

First I want to say Orange absolutely messed me up I cried so much reading that manga the first time and Ao Haru Ride is my comfort manga I go back every now and then to reread it it still makes my heart clenched. (Ko is just so attractive 😌)

Next I wanted to ask (if it hasn't been asked yet or if its not too spoilery) how are the ro's with displays of affection both privately and publicly when involved romantically with someone? Like I can picture F happily sit in your lap or pull you into thier lap without a care of who's around and Perry seems like someone who would hold your hand or like let your knees touch with others around.

I hope you have or had a great day!

Ahhhh RIGHT?! The first time I read Orange, I definitely cried, I still try to go back to the series now but then I back out because I know what's coming hshhshsh also yess I love Ao Haru Ride, mostly because of its slow burn, (even if it was killing me) hahaha (I should actually reread it)

and great question!

Alex

Publicly: Alex has no shame aha, they are very affectionate in a romantic relationship, which is funny because they're not really affectionate outside of it? Being in a relationship with Alex implies that they've opened up to you/trusted you so they're passed the obstacle of being emotionally closed off, (even if you may not know everything about them) so Alex has more freedom to show their feelings. They're all for PDA, if that's what the MC wants. They are shamelesss and don't care about what other people think lol

Privately: it's the same way, but I feel Alex would be a tad big clingier in private lol

Kade/Kiera

Publicly: K doesn't really care for PDA, but is willing to do it for MC. Small things; holding hands, little touches here and there. It's not that they don't like affection, but they're not really keen on having an audience for it.

Privately: K is very different in private lol The affection is dialed up to a thousand, honestly they're a different person in private with people they like/trust.

Perry

Publicly: Perry is exactly what you said lol he's not very bold in public, but little affectionate things like that he'd do, honestly without realizing it too It's funny, Perry is the oldest, but his romance route reflects a "young" relationship the most in terms of like nerves and being shy around each other lol

Privately: Perry is a lot more bold, but I feel he'd prefer MC take the lead on how affectionate they are, and he just follows along lmao

Everett/Eva

Publicly: They are a big romantic, but they can't do much PDA since they're a main face of the town and they have to keep a professional exterior even off the job lol they would do small things like holding hands

Privately: there's a pattern mostly because most of the ROs are a lot bolder in private. E is bold no matter what, it's just their job that stops them, yk?

Nora/Noah

Publicly: N isn't very bold, they're a naturally nervous person and they overthink A LOT so they wouldn't be brave enough to be very openly affectionate. I think a lot of their affection comes more from their words than anything else. N can be surprisingly smooth when they want to be lmao

Privately: N is more or less the same, they're never bold enough to make the first move, they tend to follow MC's lead with how much affection is displayed

Finn/Fera

Publicly: is exactly what you said. F's excitement gets the best of them, especially since they've never actually been in a real relationship before. They want to do everything a couple in love do, so F wouldn't be shy of like you said, sitting on MC's lap or vice versa lol

Privately: I think F would be a little more nervous in private lol just in general, mostly because MC on their romance route makes them nervous

Dani

Publicly: Dani isn't good with PDA, and MC will usually have to be the one to initiate it. When it happens, Dani will be awkward and not really expressive, mostly due to surprise and not knowing exactly what to do. If you break them down enough, they'll go along with MC's affections, and probably reciprocate it, but they're not used to that stuff. The most would be like fleeting touches aha

Privately: much of the same, but they'd be a little more comfortable to at least be more outwardly affectionate

thank u for the ask <3

[we-are-inevitable]

Hey, I'm not sure if you'll see this, but can I have some hcs for ralbert in any AU? Thank you!

ahhh my bestie boys !!!

okay i feel like they either have the longest slow burn ever or get married 6 months after they meet. no in-between

for this set of headcanons tho im gonna go with slow burn !! so imagine this modern au, known each other since they were at least in middle school, but probably before that

bc the thing about ralbert is: they're best friends no matter what. they're the kind of couple to be elementary school sweethearts. they've spent SO LONG learning each other and falling for each other

that's why one of my favorite tropes with them is just. you know how sometimes you can look at a person and think "i love you," and it's not some big revelation? it's not some shocking moment that creeps up on you? it's not scary because it's always been there? that's ralbert.

"i love you" isn't a declaration, it's a reassurance.

bc they're the kind of couple to just,, idk theyre so casual with each other as friends and falling in love was just the next step, really.

racer, though, is the more affectionate of the two- at least when other people are around. he'll play with albert's hair, hold his hand, rub his shoulders, sit in his lap; he's naturally the cuddle-bug of the relationship

albert on the other hand isn't huge on public displays of affection, but he doesn't mind it if race is the one initiating. occasionally he'll kiss race's cheek or hold his hand

not to say he's not romantic though! when they're alone, he's clingy as fuck. like "let me put my head on your lap while you watch a movie so i can stare at your face and compliment you for an hour and a half" clingy. while race is cooking, al is the kind of guy to come up behind him, hug him around the waist, and put his chin on his shoulder just to be close to him.

albert is a sucker for quality time and words of affirmation; race is a sucker for physical touch and gift-giving. they work out great!

they're both geniuses alone but kind of cancel out when they're together so they're just that really dumb happy-go-lucky couple

they're so in sync its CRAZY. they can have full convos with just facial expressions

they aren't perfect though. when they fight, it can get nasty- but they always seem to know when they need to cool down alone and come back together to talk it out.

and sometimes they clash, but they're both very vocal about their needs- honest communication is a must.

all in all, they're a very happy couple !!

ty ty !!

[choibinn3]

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

[ nine. hehe ]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

no song for this chapter!

WRITTEN PORTION. 2.1k

also partially unedited, sorry if some things don't make sense or are confusing T_T

—

The bell rang.

You made eye contact with Jungwon across the room, and yet his brown pools nervously flitted towards Yeri's direction instead. They were President and Vice President though, so you didn't question much. She was packing up her bag, and had sent you a small smile.

"I'll see you next class, ok?" she said, "Make sure you eat a full meal before work."

You grinned at her. "Got it! I hope you have a good time with whatever you said you were doing, sorry I couldn't eat with you today."

Being the only two people in your friend group with the same lunch period, you usually sat with her for it. Talking about classes, chatting mindlessly, idly looking around the cafeteria for people you knew was fun only when it was with her.

"It's fine," she replied, waving off your apology and placing her notebooks away. "It's your first day with a boyfriend, I want you to be happy."

You appreciated her genuine gladness for your own happiness so much, you could barely hold it in. You wrapped your arms around her, sending her stumbling a bit with your weight. "Woah, YN!"

Having someone so positive, so supportive, and so authentic as Yeri around you for so long had definitely brightened your outlook on life. Such a friend was a one in a lifetime chance, and yet you lucked out. You just hoped she thought the same of you too.

"Thank you! I love you so much!" you exclaimed into her shoulder.

She released a giggle, patting your back with one hand as if to ease you down. "It's the bare minimum of friendship, YN. I just hope that Jungwon doesn't hurt you."

The tone in which she said it felt more serious than it usually was, which was a bit odd. You understood her concern though, of course your friend wouldn't want you to be hurt! And yet, everyone and their mother knew that flower boy Yang Jungwon would be the least likely person to do such a thing.

You loosened your arms a bit, tilting your head at her confusedly. "Why would Jungwon hurt me..? You know he's too nice for that!"

You knew that Jungwon and Yeri had definitely gotten closer to each other since the Student Council elections, but your faith in Yeri had outshined any insecurities or suspicions that could've ever formed. She had definitely talked frequently to him, especially with all those times they've had to stay after school for paperwork, so you would've thought that she'd know Jungwon's personality by now.

She took ahold of your arms, smiling at you before wrapping her own limbs around your form. Gahh, hugs from Yeri! You giggled into her shoulder again, from where your face had buried itself into. "I know, I know. I'm just being worried, I think."

You nodded. "I get it, thank you."

Yeri and the rest had always been like this. Even though Niki would act disgusted towards your displays of affection, he loved it when you made time for him. Heeseung too, actually. Yeri and Heeseung were both equally protective of Niki and you, even though Yeri was your age.

Since the day you had became friends she was the one looking out for you. Not to say you were irresponsible, but because she was just naturally a protective person. It was a quality you and many others admired about her—her loyalty to her friends.

"Remember that guy that was obsessed with you? Back in middle school?" she muttered.

You hit her arm playfully, and she let you go. "He wasn't obssessed!" you insisted, "I thought the snacks were cute!"

Yeri laughed. "Ok, whatever you say, but he was always buying you stuff. Can't believe you turned him down, though."

Your eyes glanced towards Jungwon, who was waiting by the door with his hands in his pant pockets. The large mass of students filtering out of the opening had covered his figure at times, blocking your view when they did, and yet you knew you could point him out in any large crowd. He stood out in a way that had you nervous all over again.

"Yeah well," you started, looking away and instead down towards your shoes bashfully, "I told him I liked someone else, and now we're just buddies."

You slung your bag over your shoulder as Yeri decided to nudge it. "Wonder who that could've been," she teased, and you let out a indignant whine.

"You don't have to wonder!"

She pinched your cheek, and you pretended to attempt to bite at her finger playfully. As the both of you exited the doorway, you sent a smile towards Jungwon.

The brief eye contact made him look away again, for whatever reason, you didn't know. "I'll see you in the cafeteria, right?" you asked, a bit hopefully. Yeri stopped beside you.

He fidgeted a bit, nodding his head. "Yeah, I'll find you there."

You grinned at him, and went onto your tippy toes. Jungwon's large brown eyes widened, and he almost leaned back when you planted another chaste (burning) kiss onto his cheek. Again?! You're kidding!

Neither of you knew how relationships worked, but were you sure a kiss on the cheek could be considered the first step? He had to hold his breath, otherwise he would've made a noise.

"Ah—" Like the previous time, you moved away too quickly for him to have comprehended the situation fully—or to say anything.

Your bag slightly jostled as you promptly walked down the hallway. The figure of your back going further and further down, becoming smaller and smaller as he stood there once again. He held onto his cheek. The ghost of your lips were still there, faintly, but the touch was evidently still imprinted into his mind. He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get used to that.

As you left, Yeri looked over towards him. Her smile was devoid, which was the first odd thing, and suddenly she grabbed his wrist—the one still tracing your kiss.

Jungwon looked after at her shocked, but she provided no explanation as she dragged him along with long, big strides. "What are you doing?"

"I said it'd be quick, you have to get to YN, right? Lunch with them?" She turned her head to the side, awaiting an answer.

"They told you?" he asked, but of course they told her. You were best friends. "I mean yeah, nevermind. I do."

He was going to tell you about the misplacement of the letter, too.

With how fast Yeri was rushing them both, they made it to the Student Council room much quicker than they would've if they had walked casually as they had done before. The windows of the Council room were open, the long curtains blowing with the passing wind.

The room was fairly old, not yet upgraded as the other classroom in the Hybe building were. They still had gray, cloth curtains connected to their windows, and Jungwon had found the curtains annoying when they decided to brush against his face while he was working.

Still, he found the sun and its brightness too pretty to try and close the windows. As he looked at them, Yeri had made a point to shut the door.

Jungwon glanced over in time to see her lock it, too. If he wasn't anxious before, he was now. "What did you want to talk about?" he inquired, placing his bag down.

No answer. He looked up, and blinked at her as she said nothing, just staring at him with her head tilted.

She took a step forward (he took one back, he had to), and another (his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor), and another, and another (Jungwon stumbled a bit, feet confused with his backwards direction), and more until—

Jungwon's back collided roughly with the wooden surface behind him, making an aching pain build upon the lower part of his body. Before he could even think about the spreading heat, Yeri had already slammed her hands on either side of the desk, shocking him into straightening back up.

She was close.

Not closer than you were, but close enough to where he was panicked on where to look. They had shared such a proximity before. Only once, but it was still near. He had leaned over to take a look at some paperwork on her desk, and her face was inches away.

He didn't notice her lashes though, nor her bright eyes like he did with you.

"I called you here today to speak to you," she began. Her voice was steady, calm, confident. Whatever she was planning to say, she had either rehearsed it or was steeled in her resolve.

"A-About what?" A stutter. Not good. He hadn't meant to stutter, so he just gulped down his next nervous words.

"About YN."

All of a sudden, Yeri had surged forward. Her stands of hair had flown with her, falling off her shoulders and hanging over Jungwon. Even though he was taller than her, he had to lean back to not come in contact with any part of her skin.

He held his breath again, like he did with you, but because he was terrified he'd accidentally breathe on her face.

Her eyes had narrowed. Yeri's eyes never narrowed. They had always been slightly curved from a smile, or fondly closed in thought, but never once had they even become close to those dangerous slits on her face.

Was this the same person he knew? What had initially drawn him to her was her sweetness, so how could she look so stone cold (read: terrifying) in this moment?

"Look, I know we're kind of close and all, but YN was my first friend and one of my only long-standing friendships since I was 9 years-old." Jungwon couldn't take her gaze, so he turned to look out the window as she spoke.

"They've been my rock ever since I started having trouble with my parents, and was always supportive of everything I did. YN is self-sacrificial and diligent in a way you'd only notice if you were friends with them, and observant to the small details, playful when you need them to be, and highly emotionally empathetic—"

She paused, as if finally noticing Jungwon's attempts to distract himself.

"—I'm talking to you here." His eyes snapped back towards her face at the harshness of the tone she used, and a bead of sweat formed at the back of his neck. Ok, never trying that again. "You're not a bad person, Jungwon. I know you're not the type to hurt someone like that, but I'm not taking that chance. YN is a very sensitive individual, ok?"

Yeri waited, long enough for the frightened boy in front of her to get the memo. Eventually, he nodded.

"Good. So don't you ever attempt to hurt them—actually, even if it was a mistake, I couldn't care less. I will make sure you won't live past the age of 30. You won't even be alive to see your grandchildren, Yang Jungwon."

To make her point clear, she turned her glare burning. He could feel it through his soul. Such a stare would generally leave his heart palpitating, and it was surely, but he'd be an idiot if he didn't know the difference between it beating in fear and from affection. Right then, it was fear.

As if she was finally satisfied, Yeri leaned back from the cornered Student Council President in front of her, and took several steps backwards.

"Take this as my blessing for your relationship," she offered, hand coming to give a small pat at his shoulder. It took every fibre of his being not to flinch. He did Taekwondo for God's sake, what was with him?

The words hadn't come out of her mouth, but it was silently spoken from one party to another. This wasn't just a blessing, this was a warning. A threat too, all in one.

Yeri took it upon herself to exit the room first, even making sure to close the door gently as to not disturb anyone around them, and Jungwon's legs took him to his Council President seat—because if he didn't take a seat, he was sure he'd faint somewhere along the way back.

Kim Yerim had just threatened him like an overprotective Mob Boss whose child had just gotten their first boyfriend. Kim Yerim, his crush, the girl he had been pining over since they had both been elected for Council positions, Kim Yerim—who he had apparently not known enough about.

Outside of the room, Yeri was making her way down the hallways, checking messages on her phone as she did so.

(10)! unread messages from Heeseung!

All with the same premise. What did you talk to Jungwon about? What did you say? Yeri? Where are you?

She should've known Jungwon would tell his other friends, it was only natural he would. I'll deal with that later.

She tucked her phone back into her skirt pocket, unaware of the frantic footfalls of someone running down the hallways in the opposite direction.

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An Inflamed Encore

❀pairing: Dabi x GN!reader

❀warnings: Chapter 290 spoilers ahead, mentions of murder and violence

❀word count: 0.6k

❀a/n: I was thinking about his character recently and I wanted to write a little somethin. Also excuse the errors I’m kinda sleepy

To murder a loved one is an act of intimacy many won’t come to understand until they encounter someone who does.

It’s about leaving a mark, in a way. A grand gesture to make up for years of lost affection, because significance that isn’t gained through love will be taken with violence.

And Dabi’s performance was only the precursor, with a mere utterance of the syllables Touya Todoroki that had all of Japan gazing intently, but most importantly his father, who would eventually be consumed by deep cobalt flames that flicker too beautifully for the death of his kind…

Yes, the hero’s guilt is worthless now, and inequivalent to the love that would satiate his son's childhood longing. After all, many have felt guilty for actions they've done to someone they don't truly care for, what makes this any different?

And if love for one's child doesn't exist within its first few breaths, it'll never appear at all. Despite this, he had 13 years to pretend it did and he didn't, but Touya will make him care somehow.

Years of careful orchestrating went into his display—delicate strings puppeted by scarred yet skillful hands to allow everything to fall into place.

The disguise, the message and lastly the reveal were forethought for a show that would finally give him the attention he's craved since youth. His special audience member stands front and center, slightly glazed eyes and peaked brows conveying an appall too great to forget.

Yet you also watched with a different awe; the boy who was still ruined by the thought that he wasn't anything beyond his innate abilities, and when those abilities weren't enough, he was deemed unworthy of affection before he even had the chance to prove it.

From the lovely “one and only first born” to a leftover, he was replaced. Continually replaced and with each replacement he’d frantically fight harder for the last remnants of love until there wouldn’t be any more left for him.

He would disappear before he ever received it though, with feelings of inadequacy ingrained within him by his very creator, and because of it he would succumb to the idea that no one else will think any different.

And while you didn't know the details of his past, his parade revealed more than what words could have.

“Look at what you’ve crafted!”, his shuffling shouted, legs laced with years of resentment. “Are my skills finally valuable in your eyes?”, his gleaming smile portrayed as he tumbled freely.

His temporary spotlight would be enough to illuminate your world.

Where a part of you remained in the past, in a lonesome dark room, with a lamp with dimming light resting above your head as you squinted restlessly into the void around you, desperate as you would look for any signs of others.

He remains in the past as well; both of you doomed to never leave it, but a part of you doesn’t want to leave. And maybe he doesn’t want to either, because it’s easier to stay there when you feel as though you have no future ahead of you.

It was difficult for your eyes to adjust to his brightness initially, but when they did you wished to make it brighter, to give him an even greater platform for his next moves.

From then on, you would offer to aid his success, even if it were from along the sidelines.

Of course, what good is a performance without someone behind the scenes?

[dragonfightingsocietea]

Yes, hello, i would like to hear abt funpoison 👀. How do they show affection? What's their favourite and least favourite thing about each other? What's a moment they hold dear to their hearts? Can i have a 2000 word essay on their relationship by next friday? (i'm just kidding with the last one sfdsafasdf)

the fact that i would willingly turn out that essay for you is probably horrible, but what did you expect.

and oh my god!! great questions!! i love this!!

how do they show their affection? okay okay so- i think they show affection in almost every sense of the word. while they both lay on the pda pretty thick, they have their own ways of showing each other how they feel. for ghoul, he shows this by cleaning up their room, or (attempting to) make the two of them breakfast, as aside from being physical, he likes to do things that "prove himself", in a way. poison, rather, shows their affection creatively. always drawing, always leaving notes that wax poetic (even if it's poorly written, both in handwriting and literary content), always leaving out scraps of songs they'll never finish. poison's ways of showing affection are some of the most realistic displays of themself they'll ever show- for ghoul, they break down their own wall. they take off the mask.

what's their favorite thing about each other? probably one of my favorite questions from this ask. this is.. so good. but yes!! poison's favorite thing about ghoul is, without a doubt his selflessness. whether he intends to be serious or not, he cares so deeply for others- even to the extent of putting everyone else before himself most times. poison admires the way he'll check up on kobra after a clap, or how he won't let himself go to bed before he reads the girl a bedtime story. now, ghoul's favorite thing about poison would, by a landslide, have to be how much they've grown, or, how they've allowed themself to be their authentic self. it's no surprise that ghoul has always loved poison, but there was something different in the short stints where they'd let their guard down- in the half-asleep whispers of "i love you", or in the way they'd close their eyes when they laid in the sun. as time ticks on, this becomes a new normal, and the mask, it starts to fade away, ideas soon cease to define them. ghoul love that they've learned to trust themself enough to let go.

what's their least favorite thing about each other? other favorite question, baby! but upon Much Thought, i'm starting to think... there's not much. quick TW here for slight allusion to self-harm and/or self-destructive tendencies!! be safe!! i'd say, though, that ghoul's least favorite thing about poison is how easily they shut others out. he knows that it's nothing they actively try to do, he knows that they don't actively want to shut down, but at the slightest of problems, all communications cease to exist. it's a way of not showing vulnerability, and ghoul knows that, but he can't help but want to wish it away. but he himself, on the other hand, has some questionable traits as well. poison hates the way that ghoul takes out frustration on himself, in a way, both of their tendencies mentioned are self-destructive, but i guess that ghoul's is more literal. one way, in particular, is his tendency to, more than actively, maybe make a bomb backfire. to stand a little too close to the explosion. and maybe it's just curiosity, or stupidity, maybe poison's just assuming too much. but one day, they think that he'll be the death of himself. the though shakes them to their core.

what's a moment they hold dear to their hearts? oh my god i have so many of these! but here, i'll narrow it down to one, because this is already getting so long. one think that i've been absolutely fixated on since i thought of it, was this. it was early for them, i'd say right around the time that ghoul joined the crew. at this point, both of them had, for a long time now, been dancing around the subject of feelings, to the point where it was almost a struggle to do things together without a cloud of same hanging over them, just the weight of words unsaid. and one night, with plans unmade and gas in the 'Am, the road vast and ahead of them, they drove out. it so spurred of the moment- suggested by ghoul, as neither of them could sleep, and outrageously (as always <3) acted upon by poison- they drove down route guano, and for a while, the drive was silent. albeit for music, they just reveled in the presence of each other, soaked in the feeling of what felt like a final moment, the end to a chapter. the weight was living, and both of them knew it. so ghoul asked a question.

"do you have a marker?"

"what? i mean yeah, but what?"

"gimme it, stupid. i have a question for you."

a beat of silence. marker out of pocket, then in hand, uncapped, and then on skin.

"what is it? you're making me nervous, ghoul? are you-"

"this is going to sound so fuckin' cheesy- listen, if i told you that i loved you, i'd love you always."

he raised a hand. his wrist, in messy scrawl, read "always". he held out his hand, and in it, poison placed their wrist. ghoul pushed back. handed them the marker.

"no, you."

wordlessly, the phrase is written, and cemented, is always

(and fun fact about this, ghoul actually gets this tattooed and pois jusr writes it on their wrist every day. they r.. so special to me.