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swanqiu · 4 years ago

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A STUDY IN CHARACTER LAYERS.

——— slight mentions of: drugs, death

LAYER 001 : THE OUTSIDE.

NAME. zhang qiu / “cho chang”.

EYE COLOR. light brown.

HAIR STYLE / COLOR. black, although more of a dark brown in most lights. she usually wears it down, if not in a neat bun at the office or a nice plait during matches.

HEIGHT. 5′3″

CLOTHING STYLE. black jeans! athletic shorts! small pieces of statement jewelry! turtlenecks! sleeveless tops with lacy straps! rayon blouses with 3/4 sleeves! tapered slim-fit pantsuits! shoes with some height that also pair with many different outfits! muggle hoodies supporting the local rugby and football teams! she “borrows” her partner’s tees and sweaters and casual wear, so lol add those to the list. she’s big on practicality and comfort over flair and height of fashion, but she does like keeping up with trends and coordinating her outfits to reflect that.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE. her smile! it’s absolutely very cliche, but when she smiles and her nose does that crinkly thing and her eyes get all starry, it’s very unfair how powerful it is. alternatively, she also has a great ass, so there’s that.

LAYER 002 : THE INSIDE.

FEARS. losing people she loves. having someone d*e during a healing procedure and her mind just shutting down during it.

GUILTY PLEASURE. parfaits! going for a late night fly! being on top!!!

BIGGEST PET PEEVE. people who sneeze/cough without covering their mouth and nose. people in the magical community who somehow think muggles are “less developed” or “behind” without magic, when they’re the ones who haven’t even moved beyond printed news and radios to circulate current events and pop culture tbh.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE. to successfully campaign for a british seat at the international confederation of wizards (delegate timeline); to patent a line of at-home salves and develop at least one healing spell by the end of her residency (healer timeline); to just be the best mom and partner possible, honestly! (divorced verse)

LAYER 003 : THOUGHTS.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP. huh. 6 AM already?

THINKS ABOUT MOST. how other people are doing.

THINKS ABOUT BEFORE BED. any of the interactions she might have had that day.

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS. her ability to depend on herself. her sociability. her commitment to fight for what’s right.

LAYER 004 : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES. single (unless you’re harry potter and have to meet up with hermione later in the day). group dates are sometimes useful for gauging potential partners’ ability to crack on with her friends, though.

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED. loved. respected. both?

BEAUTY OR BRAINS. brains— for herself and for a potential partner. BUT i can’t lie, if we’re being really honest here, i’m absolutely tempted by the idea of cho being with a heart-of-gold jock whose sole purposes in life are to get gains, look good, and love cho. cho x himbo king is canon btw; the muggle she marries is a *checks notes* brickhouse rugby player who rescues animals on the side and doesn’t know the first thing about how getting sick works but will gladly and fondly listen to her explain everything from antibodies to the common cold to why wearing a mask helps.

DOGS OR CATS. both.

LAYER 005 : DO THEY…

LIE. not really, and never with bad intentions. as she gets older, she learns to use it more for self-preservation.

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES. yes.

BELIEVE IN LOVE. yes. always.

WANT SOMEONE. no. in her divorced verse, the answer strays more toward yes.

LAYER 006 : HAVE THEY EVER…

BEEN ON STAGE. yes. ravenclaw common room parties are a whole event. terry boot may or may not have the negatives of the one time she sang karaoke to abba’s “dancing queen” on roger davies’s 17th birthday.

DONE DRUGS. yes. her muggle psychiatrist recommended medical mar*juana to cope with the very rare night terrors. she tried it for a little while, and it worked, but she ultimately prefers the calming potions made by healer pye. she used sleeping draughts for a little while after the war (who didn’t), but she hasn’t used them since.

GOTTEN DRUNK. lmao yes. me, ess the mun, cupping my hands around my mouth: baby girl’s a light weight, y’all!

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN. no. part of the reason we read about her experiencing ostracization at school (through harry’s pov) was because she didn’t waver in her defense of marietta and was quite open with her emotions (although she ended up having to repress a large part of her grief and anger anyway). she’s very firm about sticking to her resolutions and not bending who she is in order to do that. (that might get slightly lost in romantic relationships, though.) in her moved-to-the-muggle-world verse, she definitely changes her external habits and way of living to blend in, but it’s not so much a change of her character or her person.

LAYER 007 : FAVORITES.

FAVORITE COLOR. beige. light purples. dark greens.

FAVORITE ANIMAL. swans.

FAVORITE MOVIE. the princess bride (1986). in the mood for love (2000). miss congeniality (2000). remember the titans (2000). 2000 was clearly a big year for her and movies.

FAVORITE GAME. lmao as if it would be anything other than quidditch! i’m not exactly sure how fans keep up with the sport if they’re not watching in-person, but when league cup season rolls around, the television is on, the radio is tuned, the newspaper articles about game highlights and star players are read, the plumpton tutshill jersey is ritualistically worn...

LAYER 008 : SLEEP.

HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER. light sleeper.

WHAT SIDE OF THE BED DO THEY SLEEP ON. the right side— when she shares a bed with someone, it’s more comfortable for her to cuddle up to them if they’re on her left. in her divorced verse, she sleeps on whatever part of the bed the kids didn’t claim in the middle of the night.

WHAT DO THEY WEAR TO BED. old quidditch stuff— she has one or two ravenclaw scrimmage jerseys that are so old the house insignia’s already faded away. she also has endless tutshill tornadoes shirseys and tees that she’s worn and washed so often that the fabric’s become so soft now and is definitely susceptible to hem stitches unraveling. her favorite sleepwear combo is a pair of cotton boyshorts and to go braless under one of her oversized tutshill tees. comfortable— and as flattering and as easy access as possible, for those nights.

WEIRD THINGS THEY DO IN THEIR SLEEP. she mumbles a lot sometimes.

LAYER 009 : LOVE.

BIG DECLARATIONS OR SMALL. small, from her end, but she’s extremely appreciative (and only a little embarrassed) of big declarations toward her.

OPEN OR CLOSED OFF. open, although she wisely exercises caution with some people and thus becomes more closed off.

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT OR SLOW BURN. slow burn! this is also me, ess, exposing myself for my love of a good slow burn.

ONE TRUE LOVE OR A STRING. a string, but maybe it leads to comfortably settling into that true love. she definitely doesn’t believe that there is only and exactly one love out there for each person. that myth is a terrible and disheartening way to go about life, frankly.

LAYER 010 : FINISH THE SENTENCE.

I LOVE. "...that things do get better. my friends. the people i consider my family. my children (added for divorced verse).”

I FEEL. "...insignificant, in the grand scheme of things. content with where i am, usually. but mostly, i tend to feel everything, unfortunately all at once.”

I HIDE. “...the parts of my feelings that lead into anger.”

I MISS. "...the simpler days. hogwarts days, honestly.”

I WISH. "...i could have had more time. to do things. to be with people. to enjoy certain moments. sorry— a bit vague, huh?”

tagged by: @gramenviride ( 💕 ) tagging: lol i’ve already tagged a lot of you in these dash games/character studies and likely blew up your notifications over the last week; this turned out pretty long and might use more brain power than usual, so i’m gonna go with a general call for anyone that sees this and wants to fill this out to please do it! and tag me if you do!

#indiecho character study #this was just an opportunity for me to hurl all of my headcanons at you; if you read through this whole thing i appreciate you sm #lol this was indeed a lot of things to just blast onto the dash but. i was given a platform and i have many thoughts what can i say!

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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years ago

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Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine

Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.

Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman this sounds so cosy!!

Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).

If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)

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You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?

Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.

‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’

Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself.

‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’

Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.

‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’

‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.

‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.

‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.

‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’

He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’

‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.

‘You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult.

‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’

You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa.

Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.

Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.

‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’

‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.

Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen.

‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’

‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’

‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’

‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.

‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’

‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’

Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.

The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.

At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.

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dragondemoness · 2 years ago

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Hey it the dragon anon can you make part 4 of warriors of hope with ultimate dragon reader where komaru and toko managed to take down y/n but the warriors of hope appear to protect y/n including monaca who start genuine caring for them with they robots fixed then the robots start to distract both the girls all run away back to the base but y/n is unconscious it gonna take some time for them to wake up and the five kids start to get super worried about they dragon parental figure headcanons

Hello, Dragon Anon, good to see you again! (I didn't include a greeting, how rude of me)

Platonic Warriors of Hope x Ultimate Dragon Reader Part Four

They shouldn't have come back.

It had been about a week since your encounter with the teenage demons. Ever since then, you kept a close eye from the skies, and whenever you saw them, you shot a blaze of fire at the ground as a warning.

Now, today, you were doing your patrol from the sky like usual. Then, suddenly, your entire leg went numb. Startled, you lost your concentration and dropped to the ground.

You hit the road hard, and you felt a lot of pain in your side. Then you looked up, and saw them.

Komaru Naegi and Toko Fukawa. The teenage demons you've been having problems with.

"Hey! What is the meaning of this?!" You demanded.

"I-Isn't it obvious? You're g-getting in our way!" Toko said, pointing a finger at you.

"Yeah! At this point, you're an even bigger threat than the Monokumas," Komaru added.

"I'm just trying to protect my children!" You shouted, sitting up in a kneeling position.

"W-We wouldn't be doing this if those p-precious angels of yours didn't attack us first!" Toko shouted, putting a hand in her pocket.

"Excuses, excuses..." You growled, getting on all fours. "It doesn't matter. If it's a fight you're asking for, it's a fight I'll deliver."

You changed into full dragon form and took flight once again, and rose up into the sky. You shot fireballs at them, but the two girls dodged all of them. Komaru shot all sorts of different bullets from her gun, but you dodged them all as well.

The fight was going nowhere, and the two girls were exhausted. You smirked to yourself and spun around in circles, flaunting your speed.

Unfortunately, this moment of arrogance turned out to be your undoing.

While you were showing off your speed, Toko grew angry and brought out her split personality, and she threw a pair of her scissors at you. The scissors sliced one of your wings, quickly pulling you back to reality.

You were so distracted that Komaru took the opportunity to hit you with a Break bullet, in the leg, successfully breaking all the bones in that leg. And then another one at your torso.

You let out a roar of pain, catching the attention of your adopted children. Genocide Jack threw more and more scissors at your wings, until eventually, the pain became unbearable, and you crashed to the ground, and you changed back to your normal form.

You were exhausted, and in so much pain. But you still tried to force yourself to stand. But the second you did, you were forced back down with a Paralyze bullet.

Genocide Jack approached you, with a wicked grin and a long tongue sticking out. She raised her arm holding the scissors, and prepared to plunge them into your torso.

But Komaru quickly gripped onto her arm, stopping her.

"Toko, stop! We didn't come here to kill them!"

"Then what the fuck else are we gonna do?!"

"Just teach them a lesson so they don't attack us anymore! Come on, cut it out!"

As they struggled, you felt dizzy, and felt yourself losing consciousness. And soon, you blacked out.

And finally, the kids intervened.

Masaru Daimon

"Hey! Get back, demons!"

He is absolutely pissed

He picks up a nearby rock and hurls it at them as hard as he can

He is absolutely fuming with anger, but Jataro and Nagisa hold him back from doing any more damage

Jataro Kemuri

"They're the only person who doesn't think I'm ugly. And I'm not letting you take them away from me."

He's not angry, just sad and worried about you

He doesn't wanna lose the only person to genuinely love and care about him

Kotoko Utsugi

"Hey! You demons are terrible! You need to fall down a hole and die!"

She acts angry, but she's just acting

She's trying not to show the true fear and worry she's feeling

Nagisa Shingetsu

"That is enough. You've gone too far."

He is also absolutely furious, but he's trying to hide his worry

He's thinking about how badly he wants to kill the demons, but he tries to ignore it

Killing demons won't help you, after all

Monaca Towa

"(N-Name)?"

She's too focused on you to even acknowledge the demons

What... is this feeling?

Sadness? Worry? Fear?

Three of the many components of despair, but she's... not enjoying the feeling

Like it's the bad kind of despair?

Is that even possible?

Maybe she truly cared for you after all

The kids were each holding their controllers, and they summoned their respective robots, rebuilt and remastered. The robots prepared to attack the teenagers at once. Toko and Komaru exchanged horrified glances and made a run for it.

"Never touch them, or us, ever again!" They yelled at the same time.

After the teen demons were nowhere to be seen, the kids turned and kneeled beside you. They felt tears in their eyes, and fall down from their eyes. Even Monaca, who once saw you as just a tool, was shedding tears.

A short moment later, the Servant stumbled in on this.

"Oh my, such despair! What's troubling you, little ones?"

Monaca stood up out of her wheelchair and ran to him. The kids snapped out of their sadness for a split second and became distracted.

"She can stand??"

Monaca ran up to the Servan and buried her face in his stomach, gripping his shirt in her hands.

"P-Please... Help them..."

He was caught off guard, and his body was stiff for a moment. But he quickly caught on and immediately moved to help.

He walked over to you and carefully lifted you in his arms. He headed back to the base with you in his arms.

Monaca's body trembled, and she fell to her knees and buried her face in her arms.

The other kids, despite being confused, walked up to her and enveloped her in a hug. And they let their own tears fall as well.

They stayed like that for several long moments, simply sharing the moment together. They were truly bonding, for the first time in a long while.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #platonic danganronpa x reader #warriors of hope x reader #masaru daimon x reader #jataro kemuri x reader #kotoko utsugi x reader #nagisa shingetsu x reader #monaca towa x reader #ultimate dragon reader #ultimate dragon series

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incorrect-encanto-quotes · 3 years ago

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Rating the Madrigals By Whether I'd Beat Them in a Rap Battle

(Julieta Madrigal baked Polvorosas cookies for dessert, however, there's only one left, and me and one of the other Madrigals are the only ones who didn't get a cookie. The only way to settle this is via a rap battle. Whoever wins gets the cookie. What are my chances?)

Mirabel: 7/10--I highly doubt she can rap, but who knows, maybe she can. If she can, then she'd probably beat me or it'd come to a tie, but that's a big "if".

Isabela: 3/10--She'd be a pretty good rapper, plus, whatever she lacks in flow, rhyme, and rhythm, she makes up for in pure, unadulterated, savage badassery. She's easily the sassiest and best rapper...almost. But a lot of burns could be hurled her way as well.

Luisa: 4/10--She can probably rap, although slightly below average. I'd most likely win, but it wouldn't be hard for her to diss me as well. Plus, she'd have a better flow, although I have to say that rhymes aren't her thing.

Dolores: 0/10--The Disney Queen of Rap. She spits bars. Nobody is beating her, I wouldn't stand a chance and would wind up crying.

Camilo: 10/10--Sorry, Camilo worshippers, but your deity can't rap to save his life. I'd run circles around him so fast he'd be dizzy, plus he's the easiest to roast due to his fragile self-esteem, loss of identity, and gift being possibly the most unfortunate(even moreso than Dolores' with all the pain it brings). And despite outward appearances he's the most sensitive to accusations and criticism. This is not a battle, it's a curb-stomp; I'd massacre him so easily I'd actually feel almost guilty about it. No cookie for him.

Antonio: 8/10--Most five-year-olds can't rap. Unfortunately, Antonio may have been taught to rap by Isabela or even Dolores, and while he's not quite a rapper yet, he's picking up speed and may even actually stand a chance of winning. I'm scared that I might not get that cookie.

Pepa: 8/10--Her son inherited her abysmal rapping "skills." She's not beating me in this rap battle. Enough said.

Julieta: 4/10--She's pretty tame, but people are frequently surprised that she's a better rapper than they expect her to be because of her sweet and demure demeanor. And she's scary when mad. So imagine the bars she could cook up if I dare go too far. She also has a pretty decent flow. But so long as I don't press that big scary red button, I'm confident that I could win.

Bruno: 6/10--He's not on Dolores' level, but I wouldn't be surprised if he can spit bars like her. Although he may run out of rhymes at some point and give me the opportunity to win. He doesn't do too well in a confrontation, fortunately, which mitigates any rap battling skills he may have had, and leaves me room to take the blue ribbon!

Felix: 3/10--His daughter inherited her flow from him. So me losing in a stand against him is sadly more likely than me actually coming out on top, even though there's a chance of the latter as well.

Agustin: 9/10--The only one worse than him is Camilo, seriously. I'm kicking his ass. Unless I insult his wife.

Alma: 8/10--She probably doesn't even know what rap is, but even if she does, then she still wouldn't be able to outrap me. Or she could, but the chances are slim. I doubt I'd be able to battle her regardless, though, though I could always call out the way she treated her children and grandchildren the same way Mirabel did only, you know, in rap form! Really, though, she'd just take the last cookie without asking anyone and eat it because she's the woman of the house and can do what she wants.

These are just my headcanons; please don't take them too seriously, and you're free to have your own, so please don't attack me! It is only my opinion. Thank you!

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OP is this just an excuse to tell everyone that Dolores has the best verse in WDTAB? /lh

Which she does tbf

Also why didn't Julieta just bake more cookies

#submission

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rose2jam · 3 years ago

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Why It Was Practically Inevitable That Severus Snape Would Join A Cult, an essay by Rose Jam

So, let’s talk about Cults. Disclaimer: This is just information I’ve gathered over the years from my personal fascination with religious cults. I’m in no way an expert or a psychologist or whatever. This is just my personal understanding from the research I’ve done.

A cult is started when a wildly charismatic Leader feels like they have a purpose, a higher calling, or a mission to be fulfilled (or they could also just be an egomaniac). Maybe they really do feel like what makes them special comes directly from a higher power, be that God, or the Heir of Slytherin, but either way, this person has a pathological need to be worshiped, and they need followers in order to do that.

So, how does one obtain Followers easily? By finding the misunderstood misfits of society, and promising them something. The people who feel like no one else understands them, or their ideologies. But this Leader? This Leader GETS IT, MAN! The Leader understands them perfectly, vindicates them, and makes them promises along the way. Like, if they stick with the Leader, then not only will they finally be understood, but they themselves will also be revered. That they will rise above all of the others who have put them down for so long, and will come out on top as a superior being.

Any of this sounding familiar?

Charles Manson preyed on young people in the middle of the hippie movement, mostly women, who were feeling lost, lonely, and in need of guidance, or in terms of the men he recruited, seeking power over others. Not all of these people were poor or helpless; some of them came from middle class, or even rich homes and families. Yes, some of them came from broken homes, but all of them felt “broken” themselves, in some way. So Manson used their desires to have a family to draw them in. He then used LSD and other drugs to keep them under his control, and he created a manipulative environment where the members of his “family” felt they could never leave him, and if they didn’t follow his commands, something horrible would happen to them. I’m not going to go into full detail on the Manson Family Murders, but if you’re personally interested, check out the Podcast “Cults” on Spotify.

So back to basics, this Leader draws in Followers with flowery promises of community, power, family, or whatever. But once the Leader has that following, the terror will begin. Cult Leaders are usually master manipulators, and have completely brainwashed their followers into believing the “us vs them” mentality, that the outside world is evil, that the outside world will only harm them, that the outside world would never understand what they’re doing on the inside. And that the Leader is the only one who knows the truth, so they better stick with him. Or maybe the Leader has gaslit his followers so completely, that they become dependent on him for everything, to the point where they don’t know how they would possibly function without the Leader. Or, the Leader has created an environment that’s so hostile, that Followers are too afraid of what might happen to them if they tried to leave, or didn’t do what the Leader commanded. Typically, it’s a combination of all of the above. Destructive cults will either hurt others outside of their circle (The Manson Family, Sect of Nacozari), harm themselves (Heaven’s Gate, The Ant Hill Kids), or both (The People’s Temple, Aum Sinrikyo).

Now that I’ve laid this foundation, I’m going to tell you why it was practically inevitable that Severus Snape would join a cult.

Snape’s childhood ultimately laid the foundation for the mental state he would be in when he decided to join the Death Eaters. He grew up in an abusive household, where his father, the muggle, had his magical wife so thoroughly whipped, that she couldn’t (or chose not to) use magic to defend herself, or her son (1). Eileen had obviously told Severus about magic, about Hogwarts, about what a wonderful place it was, and what a wonderful gift magic could be. Severus also watched as Tobias beat the magic out of her. (I know it’s debated whether Tobias actually physically abused his family, but he certainly verbally/mentally/emotionally abused them, so the term “beat” could be used figuratively as well). I don’t think it’s unreasonable to believe that Severus developed an extreme hatred of muggles with “burn the witch” mentalities from a very young age because of this.

Enter Lily, perhaps the only other magical person in his life besides his mother up to this point. He sees her using magic out in the open, perhaps recklessly, for fun, and he sees an opportunity to make a friend (and, admittedly, to be smarter than someone about something for a while). He was so eager to tell her all about magic, because getting to learn magic, and go to Hogwarts, has possibly been the only thing keeping him going in his young life. And now he’s made a friend, a real friend who doesn’t think he’s weird because he’s magical. Unlike Petunia, yet another muggle who makes fun of him for being weird (2). And Lily actually seems to like him back. For a kid who probably hasn’t received a lot of affection in his life, this is monumental. This friendship is everything. Why wouldn’t he love her?

So the time finally comes to go to Hogwarts. Severus gets to escape his abusive household, and finally has an opportunity to embrace magic for the first time in his life. But almost immediately, he’s met with a hic-up. Specifically, James Potter and Sirius Black. So Severus is no longer facing abuse exclusively from muggles who think he’s weird, but now he’s also getting it from other magical people who think he’s weird (3). And this started on the fucking TRAIN before he even GOT to Hogwarts. You can’t tell me that wouldn’t sour a kids dream right off the fucking bat. And then, when he finally gets there, he’s separated from his only friend, by being sorted into different houses (4). What a way for a life-long dream to be thoroughly dashed in less than 24 hours.

Let’s look at Snape’s Hogwarts experience. He’s a good student, and he pours himself into learning as much magic as possible, and at being the best he can possibly be, probably motivated by a desire to be better than what his Father thinks possible. During this time, he is regularly bullied and abused by the Marauders. Sometime before his 5th year, the Incident at the Shrieking Shack took place. It definitely sucks to have been so thoroughly fucking duped, and put into a life-threatening situation involving a goddamn werewolf (5). But perhaps even worse than that, the salt in the wound, was that no one fucking did anything about it (6). He saw Sirius and James and Remus get out of that situation without facing any sort of proper punishment (as in, they all still stayed at the school as opposed to being expelled like they DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE BEEN (At least Sirius should have been)). Dumbledore was looking out for the Marauders, but no one was looking out for Severus. On top of that, Severus isn’t allowed to TELL anyone about it, not even Lily. So, he goes through what was possibly one of the most traumatic experiences of his life, and he can’t even tell anyone that it happened.

So, what sort of support system does Severus have during all this? He has Lily, sure (who literally told him he should be GRATEFUL to James, one of his abusers). But, what he really has, is Slytherin House (7). I’ll say it plainly: Severus was sorted into a house that was already full of existing cult members. McGonagall says in Sorcerer’s Stone that “Your house will be like your family” (she at least says it in the movies, I’m too lazy to get up and reference my books rn lol). So, Severus’ family, his support system, for 10 months out of every year, is a house that is already full to the brim with pureblood elitists with prejudiced ideals, who would absolutely vindicate Severus in his dislike for muggles. As a kid first getting sorted into the house, it’s obviously not unreasonable to become friends with the people you’re literally living with. His dorm mates became his family. So, when his dorm mates started to become Death Eaters… This is headcanon, I fully admit, but like, fuck, Severus didn’t have a lot of friends, and was probably already drifting apart from Lily. Do you really think he was going to tell the people he had to live with every single day, not to mention the only people that had been supporting him for years, to go fuck themselves for using Dark Magic? Especially when he was probably feeling like he was on the verge of thinking that their rhetoric made some sense?

On to Snape’s Worst Memory (8). At this point, he’s spent 5 years in Slytherin House, with fellow students who casually throw around the M word. He gets attacked by James and Sirius, he’s practically defenseless, and then the girl who he’d considered his closest friend for so long… has to force herself not to smile when he’s thrown upside down and exposed to everyone on the grounds. Sure, she was trying to defend him at first, but she also fucking nearly smiled at his humiliation, his pain, his abuse. So he hurls the one word that he knows is going to cut the deepest, that will hopefully hurt her as badly as she has hurt him. And it works.

Severus had been beaten down his entire life. By Muggles and Magic Folk alike. And finally, he’s betrayed by Lily, his last lifeline to the light. He betrayed her as well, of course. But he did try to show remorse. And she doesn’t forgive him (9), which was her prerogative, of course.

So. Who does he have left?

I’ve placed little (numbers) throughout my writing here. Each of those numbers denote the specific events that led Severus to becoming an angry young man, who hates muggles, hates (some) magic folk, and resulted in him feeling weak, helpless, and desperate. For what? For power, for a family, for a community. For a world where he is no longer the weird one. For a world where he’s respected, strong. For the world he thought he was going to be a part of, when he arrived at Hogwarts in his first year.

And it just so happens that this is the exact world that Voldemort is (allegedly) trying to create.

Severus Snape was angry, and vulnerable, and as such, he was practically the poster child for the type of person who would be susceptible to falling for a cult. Maybe he was recruited by his friends in Slytherin House. Maybe he was recruited directly. Either way, charismatic Tom Riddle came along, understood how he felt, where he was coming from, told him he deserved better, and offered him all of the things he never had in his life. And being at rock bottom, being the lowest of the low, to Severus it must have seemed like a miracle of an opportunity, or perhaps, like the only chance he had left.

Now, let me be extremely clear; everything I’ve written is not trying to EXCUSE Severus Snape for his actions. There is always a point where personal responsibility must come into play. Except for children born into cults or victims of kidnapping, nearly every person who has ever joined a cult has made the personal decision to join it. I’m just trying to express how unbelievably easy it is, for a Cult Leader to find people with damaged lives and low self-worth, to suck them in with promises of a fulfilling life and grandeur, and for those people to be easily swept up and brainwashed into believing that what they are doing is right. (Or that what they are doing is required, because the alternative is more horrifying.)

The type of people who joined the Death Eaters are the same type of people who joined Heaven’s Gate, or The People’s Temple, or yes, The Manson Family. Now, I’m just going to say, from my own personal point of view, I do not vilify anyone who’s ever joined a destructive cult. On the contrary, I feel sorry for them. Because most people who join a cult, don’t necessarily do it signing up for the… end result of what happened to them. Some of them totally do, like Heaven’s Gate. Most of them knew that the end result was going to be the “evacuation of their earthly vessel”. But the people who joined the Manson Family, for instance, did not initially join it KNOWING how it was going to end. They were part of the family long before Manson even came up with Helter Skelter, and by the time the Tate-LaBianca Murders took place, they were already too far gone to go against it.

I highly recommend anyone who’s interested in a humanizing view of former cult members, to read the essay “Leslie Van Houten: A Friendship�� by John Waters. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/leslie-van-houten-a-frien_b_246953

Or, at the very least, listen to this 7 minute NPR interview with John Waters about the essay https://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111585116

It’s the story of how notorious film maker John Waters, became friends with former Manson Girl, Leslie Van Houten, and about how she broke away from the cult after her conviction, how she’s spent the last 51 years of her life recovering from the psychotic influence of a maniac who’d promised her the world, and how even though she was convicted to life WITH a possibility of parole, it’s never been granted to her, despite the fact that she has done literally everything possible to try and atone for her crimes.

Maybe I’m just a bleeding heart. I’m pretty much the only person I know who feels sorry for Leslie Van Houten and other cult members who were brainwashed, abused, and manipulated into doing a lot of the horrible things they’ve done. But there are people in the world, who have committed FAR more heinous crimes than the Manson Family murders, and who are far less repentant than Leslie, but because those crimes weren’t as notorious, they get to walk free.

Addendum: When I first posted this, I had a few people point out to me that they had always associated Voldemort and the Death Eaters with Hitler and Nazi Germany. This is a perfectly fair point, but one that I personally don’t jive with, and the reason is simply the numbers. There were literally millions of people in the Nazi party during WW2. Death Eaters don’t even reach triple digits, as far as I’m aware. As I hinted at in this essay, I consider Voldemort and the Death Eaters to be MUCH closer to Charles Manson and the Manson Family. The Manson Family 100% had Nazi ideology, of course. "Helter Skelter” was Charles Manson’s prediction that there was going to be a massive race war; one that the Whites were going to lose, and that he and his Pure White family would emerge from it in order to rule over the remaining Blacks. Kinda... sounds like a Death Eater thing, huh?

Sorry. Back to Snape. There is a lot we don’t know about Severus’ actual time as a Death Eater. I think it can be reasonably assumed he’s never actually killed anyone before Dumbledore (In Prince’s Tale, Severus questions if his soul would be safe from killing Dumbledore, and Dumbledore implies that his soul would not be damaged by helping an old man avoid pain and humiliation. This leads me to believe that Severus never committed any soul-damaging murders before this). Beyond being a sneaky spy and delivering the prophecy to Voldemort, his time as a Death Eater is all up for conjecture.

Severus does make one important deviation from the typical cult member mold, however. In the end, he manages to break away from the cult. The scales fall from his eyes. In a figurative sense, the LSD has worn off. What made him sober up, was the threat to his last lifeline to the light. The one good fucking thing he’d ever had in his miserable life. He was brought back by genuine love. Ya know, the ENTIRE MESSAGE OF THE HP SERIES. And not only did he leave the cult, but he then spent the rest of his life actively attempting to destroy it, and atone for the mistakes he’s made, in an effort to bring back the world he’d been excited for, as an 11-year-old kid, so full of hope.

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What Would a Card Game with Hisoka Be Like? Hisoka x S/O

This is part 2 to my previous headcanon post about how to get the Adult Trio to blush. Check it out now!

Hello anon and thank you for this wonderful ask! Your question is very unique because it asks about card-playing and Hisoka. I’ll be honest, I have never thought about Hisoka actually playing a card game but since it is a part of his aesthetic, I’m sure it’s possible. You and I are wondering the same thing…how would a card game go with him? How would Hisoka enjoy a night at a Casino? He’d love it! The thrill of intense game playing, stupid wagers, and fancy hotels with beds as soft as the clouds?! I mean, he has stated before that he learned card tricks from his mother. I used “lady” in here as a context filler just to make the story but anyone can insert themselves in this story. As usual, I have to incorporate fluff in here somewhere. Say no more! Buckle up, people; we are about to go on a fast ride to satisfaction-Ville.

♠️ Tonk, survival of the fittest ♠️

It is common knowledge that playing cards are Hisoka’s strength. I’m not sure if he knows how to play cards or if he only uses them as weapons. Either way, he somehow perfects his moves. Sometimes playing a game of cards with him are loads of fun and sometimes they turn into heated and naughty dares session if one loses a certain amount of rounds.

Headcanon 1: Hisoka is the king at bluffing. He’ll say anything to pressure you into dropping your hand on the table. Don’t be surprised if he expresses how he’ll cater to your every whim if you drop your hand in an instant, but do not fall for it!

Headcanon 2: Drama makes him full; more than oatmeal. He’ll talk about how horrible you are at card games and that you move slowly like an old person just to make you angry so you can quit at the game. He often gives you the evilest glares from across the table. Sometimes they can be so bone-chilling that you turn your head to make sure no one had anything to your neck. But something about those evil glares made you break a sweat not from fear but from arousal. It’s something about that thin, smug smile that makes you want to say “Take me here.” The anticipation is eating you both alive.

Headcanon 3: Most of the time, he likes to include a wager to make the game more interesting. This can be something as simple as giving him a massage to who will be handcuffed that night. One time he bet $1,000, convinced that he was going to win a game of Gin but when you beat him in the first 10 minutes, he was flabbergasted.

Headcanon 4: Hisoka isn’t afraid to admit to defeat. If you won the game fair and square, then so be it. You have won a surprising amount of card games. Since this magician is the master at card tricks, it would seem like he’d win, but you and he were nearly even. After you won this round, he’d slightly throw his hands up and laugh.

“I didn’t know you’d catch on so quickly and quite well, I might add.”

“Well...I learned from a great teacher…”, you pause for second sipping from your cup and fluttered your eyes, “...Hisoka.” The purring of his name pushed a slight groan of relief from the magician as he held his 5 cards in front of his mouth, leaving only his nose and golden eyes exposed.

Headcanon 5: Hisoka doesn't cheat at all when he plays cards. It isn’t fun if a person continuously cheats because the game would be over in seconds. Although he doesn’t cheat, he often distracts you with physical touch. Sometimes he’d rub his fingers on your hand as it rests on the table or blows you kisses. This is done to divert your attention from the game and focus on his passes. Well...I guess you could call this cheating. If you’re having a hard time trying to pull a card for the win, sometimes he will give you a pass and allow you to discard one card to put you ahead of him. If you’re taking absolutely TOO LONG to pull, he’ll throw his stack of cards on the table, come over, and demonstrate for you. To add insult to injury, he’d bend over placing his sharp chin your should on purpose so his mouth could be by your ear. He is now taking up the majority of your seat (doing squats for so many years finally paid off) and is guiding both of your hands mimicking how to pick cards to win a game.

Headcanon 6: Flirting is his strength. He already knows that he is eye candy to everyone and uses it to his advantage. As he explains his methods, within each explanation he takes a card (without Nen) and grazes it against your jaw or arm, and whispers what card it is.

“...Here we have a Queen of Hearts. Look familiar?”

You nod and frown. “No.”

“It’s you, silly.”

Ah! Those cheesy pick-up lines! You never get tired of those

“A 2 of Spades, a 4 of Diamonds, and a Joker card.” His deep voice tickled your eardrum as he spoke softly. “Are you paying attention, kitten?” He knew that you weren’t but continued to pull your finger anyway.

As he continued to fiddle with cards, he gently places a few kisses on your cheek to see if you can still focus while doing so. Truth be told, it wouldn’t be fun for either of you if you developed a stone heart like how he had.

♦ ♥ Casino Night ♥ ♦

Headcanon 7: He loves to participate in exciting Casino Games and have you attend as his “partner in crime”.

On a Casino Date Night, he often chooses a dress for you and you choose his suit. Red and black or black and gold always look flawless together.

The casino is his favorite place to go when he accompanies Illumi on missions. The Zoldyck boy is often irritated by the fact but allows him to do whatever he pleases as long as he doesn’t attract too much attention to himself. That is such a stupid thing to ask of this magician. He is eye candy after all. How can he go unnoticed? If you are with him, he is bound to be noticed. People would stare in awe and jealously at how you two were beyond a power couple.

Hisoka often engages in stupid and dangerous wagers that almost cost him his life but knowing the excitement he gets from it, he doesn’t care.

He has placed bets with members of the Mafia and gang-bangers betting his house and jewels but somehow always manages to win. To make matters worse, the sore losers would often call you horrible names simply because they were angry because they lost to a sly young man.

He refers to you as his “good luck charm ♣” which seems to be true. Every time you are with him, he wins the riskiest wagers.

Headcanon 8: He despises the slot machines. He believes they are rigged to not match on purpose so you can continue to waste money. He forbids you to play them especially when you are using his money.

Headcanon 9: When in “Gamer’s Den”, he is much more protective of you than anywhere else. The Gamer’s Den is a Den of thieves; they mainly consist of money-hungry men that prey on people and their vulnerabilities and/or have committed crimes before (example: robbing winners when walking to their cars). Keeping his arm around your waist, he glares at everyone in the room to establish a sense of dominance AND to let it be known that he is not to be messed with.

Headcanon 10: His kitten (you) is not to be flirted with. You were in the Lion’s Den; something similar to a piece of steak in front of warm-blooded mammals. Of course, wolf-whistles were heard when you walked by, but your man was by your side; it was easy to ignore. Some of the men disregarded his stares and began to flirt with you hard. It made you cringe. Who would want a 50-year-old man with too much cologne on, in your face smiling with a yellow tooth showing? The man only backs up when Hisoka throws his Joker card at him, grazing his cheek causing it to be scratched. One man pushed you to the ground because you ignored his passes. Hisoka began to laugh, sounding a bit psychotic.

“Sir, you do not put your hands on a lady. It shows how much of a coward you are for not excepting that she isn’t interested.”

“Shut up you bag of bones! There’s no way she’s with your skinny ass,” the older man yelled. “You young people annoy the crap out of me! I could break your thin ass in half in a matter of seconds!” His face was red, ready to burst into flames yet he wasn’t ready for the surprise he was about to get.”

Hisoka walked over, helped you up, and dusted off your dress. The man started in confusion. He couldn’t bear the thought of such a beautiful person to be with someone like him.

The man continued to hurl insults at Hisoka but before he could react, security had already thrown him out.

“What a pity. I was going to show him what a ‘skinny’ man can do. Oh well.

Headcanon 11: You enjoy playing pool more than he does. Again, he takes this opportunity to distract you as much as possible. The touch of his cold moist lips from drinking wine on your warm neck causes you to jerk, missing the hole you were shooting for. After pouting, nearly about to jab him in his stomach (because you were playing for money), Hisoka chuckles in a teasingly way.

“I adore that look,” he says sipping from his wine cup.

“I’m sure you do.”

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softrozene · 4 years ago

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Ace, Kid, Law: Crushing Headcanons

@trxsmaii requested: Hey! May I request a HC for Kid, Law, and Ace where they have a crush on fem!reader who is a strawhat crew? Thank you!❣️

God- I love this request so thank you for entrusting me with it! This was just overall cute and fun to do! To add to the fluff- I gave Reader more of a calm/gentle personality (that way Luffy can be like ‘Nah- she’s my friend- The one that actually lets me take food off her plate so you can’t have her).

Ace, Kid, Law x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, comedy- That is pretty much it. Oh- These are on the long side since they also turned out more like scenarios?

Words: 1400

Portgas D. Ace-

Chances are- He knew you before you joined Luffy’s crew

He was immediately smitten whether it be from your appearance or your personality- Something drove him to you, but he could not act on it (do to his self-esteem)

So that became an immediate one-sided crush

However- The chances of seeing you again AND in his brother’s crew

This has to be fate

It has to be some sort of opportunity

Whether he will come back or not after his quest to find “that” man he needs to tell you he likes you to live up to living his life with no regrets

….That proves to be difficult when his brother appears to be glued to your side

And it is obvious his brother does not like you as he does- He sees the platonic love between you but- Luffy is always near you and that proves difficult to get you alone to confess

But seeing you interact with his brother- It fills his heart up with love

You genuinely care for others and you do not mind when Luffy straight-up takes your food without asking (that is why he sits next to you during mealtimes)

But whenever Luffy is not glued to your side, someone else is

You just radiate a warmth like no other and Ace really admires that- He just wishes he can touch that warmth by himself without someone hovering over you

Thanks to your caring personality you do notice when Ace becomes a bit more irritated than usual

He does not necessarily take it out on others- It is more like pouting and you find that adorable and since you consider Ace a long-time friend you do not hesitate to excuse yourself with whoever is by your side to go talk to the man. You after all care for him and he holds a special place in your heart like no other- He leaves a burning impression that you adore

“What’s on your mind, Ace?” You ask

Not knowing when he will get another moment or before anyone can ruin this one, he just blurts out “I really, really, like you (Name). You’re on my mind all the time and I just needed you to know before I continue my adventure.”

The smile that lights up your face leaves him breathless and as you are ready to reply- And from the looks of it- Return his feelings, a hand comes to knock him out

“Nami told me about your plans! You can’t crush my friend, Ace! She is strong!” Luffy ruins the moment.

Of course, he ruins the moment

You know what?

Ace is okay with that since he was able to see your lovely face light up with happiness and amusement at Luffy’s misunderstanding

Eustass Kid-

Kid probably realizes he likes you after he gets to meet you at Sabaody

He had been keeping tabs of all the Supernovas and you were such a pretty face with a big bounty that he had to keep more important tabs on you (but neglected to realize you were a part of Luffy’s crew)

“Of course, she had to be a part of his crew”

In other words, Kid had absolutely no idea that his newfound crush was a part of Luffy’s crew

He does not like it one bit

And even better he probably does not realize he is crushing and hard just because he knows you are powerful based on your bounty

Though- The second he gets the pleasure to meet you on the island- It makes him realize how deep his feelings are really involved

He has not experienced anything like it (probably aside from lust). These mushy feelings make him want to hurl but more importantly- Get you to join his crew to calm the storm in his heart

He will be extra grumpy due to these mushy feelings

When you first speak to him- You do so in a way that makes his heart soar. He knows fully well that you are aware of who he is, how brutal he is, and even so, you treat him with kindness. No mockery hidden beneath

Seeing your genuine kindness makes his feelings worse and he is basically a jumbled man and highly jealous of Luffy

He will ask immediately that you join his crew

When you deny it- He does become harsher and asks for reasons on why-

“What could be so important in that stupid Straw Hat’s crew?”

Tell him it is the actual crew, and he will melt at your genuine love for them

God- Why can’t you join his crew? You would love his crew too. He was sure of it

If you continue to deny, he will go straight to the source- Your captain

He will demand a duel for you to which Luffy denies and he will then just pester Luffy and/or threaten to take you anyway

Luffy denies it all- “Pfft, you can try to take her, but she will always be my nakama” or “She can’t leave- Who will give me their food?”

Luffy does not mean for it to come out condescending but that is how Kid takes it and it fuels the fire to obtain you even more

Basically- He becomes bitter to Luffy and pleading to you- It is just a whole mess since he genuinely likes you and your calm heart

He even respects your loyalty to Straw Hat- but despite the answers he receives, he will still yearn for you

Trafalgar Law-

Law will admit that you caught his eye the second he saw your bounty

He will admit that you hold a beauty he has not quite seen but when he meets you- You completely screw him over- Not intentionally of course but in a way that he can’t recover from

Much like his alliance with Luffy- He has received many surprises but once he holds an actual conversation with you- He hates how fast his heart beats

He will admit you are pretty- That your personality is charming, but he will deny his crush on you until he deals with a certain someone

Until then he acts as he loathes you (even though he loves the conversations you share with him and even more that you do not take his bitterness to heart)

You still meet him with kindness after he treats you coldly and it surprises him

How can you be so sweet? How can you be so genuine?

Then it hits him- That is why you were in Straw Hat’s crew- Your Genuity

Once again, the Straw Hats manage to surprise the heck out of him and he falls harder the more he tries to deny his crush

Though he grows to love being around you and he eventually seeks you out when the others become too much for him to handle. Your calm and gentle personality being the perfect match to help with his burnout he receives from the others

Because he does get close to the Straw Hats though- It becomes inevitable to not get close to you- With the amount of stress that could kill a population on his shoulders, he longs for your gentle touch (he saw you petting Luffy’s hair and he almost saw red since he could not receive the same treatment) to ease the burden off his shoulder even for a minute

Then one night- He receives just that

He leans over against a table with you by his side and he just sighs heavily

You take that as a sign of needing comfort and before you could think to ask your fingers begin to thread into his hear and massage his scalp

He freezes- Confused from this sudden affection before he realizes- Holy mother of living life does this feel good- Straw Hat gets this special treatment all the time?!

You bet your butt he vows then and there to steal you away eventually- He does not care how long it takes he is too infatuated with you but he hates the thought of dealing with that stubborn Straw Hat

Even so- after he deals with that certain business in Dressrosa he will finally confess

And much like Ace’s scenario- Luffy overhears and misunderstands that Law is either trying to crush you or steal you away from him and despite their friendship, Luffy will say no <3

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shadow--writer · 4 years ago

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Hello there! I was wondering if you could headcanon a modern AU with Arsa, Julian, and Muriel being in their freshman year of high school and an older!MC (like, junior year) defending them from bullies, so the boys gain a massive crush on the MC but don’t say anything about their said crush until they find MC being bullied and just go “How dare they bully my future spouse!” Fluffy confession afterwards.

👀👀👀👀 why hello there. More modern au stuff? Heck yes this is my jam!

I hope you don’t mind me tweaking this a little bit for the guys + the beautiful Asra (who is non-binary so no gendered terms for this beautiful person! Just a reminder ^^ yes I use they/them and he/him interchangeably like the chaos demon I am it’s what Asra would’ve wanted) to be new in the High School but they’re all Juniors ^^

(sorry Freshmen x upperclassmen feels a little gross since Freshmen are right out of middle school, just feels weird to write so I aged em up a bit!)

I really did go bezerk today so much writing got done! I’m in class Wednesdays and Thursdays so nothing gets done haha :,) but today I got two things done! Requests are open check out my pinned post!

Also I went bonkers on these headcanons lmao enjoy!

Julian, Asra, Muriel x MC highschool au

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Julian

He’s new to your school and in your human anatomy class (along with your theatre and art class)

He’s very shy at first

Once he opens up he’s loud and the classclown

But uhhh some kids aren’t too happy with him gaining as much attention and love as you are

After class during your lunch period a group of kids go after him, taking his stuff

When they come across his notes on anatomy (and more science notes) and when they find his sketchbook things go from bad to worse

Julian is almost in tears when they laugh at him, tearing up his notes and his drawings

But he can’t cry, he can’t be going around school known as the kid who cried over this

He’s taller than these kids but they move faster, he seems like a calf who just seemed to walk chasing after them

You’ve had enough of this group of kids. They go after every new person and you’ve had it up to here with them

“GIVE HIM HIS STUFF BACK!”

Julian falls for you hard and fast, watching you chase after them, even getting into a fight with one

You got pretty beat up, cut your lip and you’re bruising. Since he wants to be a doctor and he’s pretty good with his hands and stuff he patches you up

You look so cool and badass wiping the blood off the corner of your mouth he could swoon right then and there

Don’t worry he takes you to the nurse

He now has the BIGGEST crush on you. Like it is huge

He draws you now, little doodles to help with face structure and anatomy

He keeps drawing you after you got into a fight, he just loves how badass and amazing you looked

He’ll start to get closer to you after that, and you find out he’s actually really funny and cool

One day the bullies come back for a round two

This time Julian is ready, he’s been at this school for months he can deal with these guys now

They corner you two after school (y’all are probably going out to get ice cream with some more friends)

One tries to come at you but Julian punches them accidently yelling “STAY AWAY FROM THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!”

You’re...you’re shocked

Everyone is shocked

Julian is mortified.

After you two scare the bullies away he mumbles his way through an apology and how that was wrong of him to say and it was an accident

But you thought it was cute

And you kind of like him too. .....you like him a lot

You kiss his cheek to get him to stop rambling with a small smile. “I like you a lot.”

He grins and picks you up in a hug. “Really really?!”

More giggles. “Yes really really!”

He’ll kiss you so hard your cheeks squish and your teeth clash together

Ice cream and homework can wait

Asra

Asra is a very shy person to start off with

Doesn’t make friends very easily, you have to come to him first

But once he gets drawn out of his shell he’s outgoing and fun

With bring his tarot cards in to do readings during lunch. The other kids love it it’s very fun

But there’s a group of people who don’t like him or his cards at all

So they corner him after school and take his cards

Now tarot cards are expensive (I say this from experience of buying a deck)

So he’s in tears by the time they’re done tearing some of the cards up

You’re on your way home from school when you see it happening

Without even thinking you charge into the fray, yelling at the bullies and yanking the cards out of their hands

You bite the hand of one of the bullies who wasn’t letting go

They hurl insults at you and Asra as they walk away leaving the two of you with the mess of torn up cards

The cards that did survive were the Fool, the Magician and the Lovers

Asra is still crying over the loss of most of his other cards. He was very attached to them and judging by their worn corners and faded art he had them for a while

You offer to take him to buy some new ones

He jolts up to look at you, his tears startled away.

“O-Oh MC you don’t h-have to do that...I’ll be okay...”

You insist, and finally he gives in

They pick out a deck that he does admit is way prettier than his old one (this deck being the deck in the game)

You buy it and suddenly it has way more value to him

He watched you fight for his cards and him

So he starts to fall for you

You being oblivious but a sweetheart, befriend him and you two become very close

He only does tarot readings for your close friend group now

He doesn’t want to risk the deck you gave to him

One day you two are walking home to do homework and hang out

But the bully you bit corners you and starts yelling

Apparently they were embarrassed over the fact you bit them and now there’s a joke about how they got taken down by someone who bit them

So they want to get you back to regain their honour

Asra sees and just heckin

Y E E T S

their backpack at them yelling: “IF YOU TOUCH MY CRUSH I’LL SIC MY SNAKE ON YOU”

They fall to the ground, Asra swipes the bag up and the two of you book it

You’re laughing really hard and he wonders why

Then you tell him about confessionsino and he about dies on the side of the road

Wheezing from being out of breath and laughing you kiss him

“I like you too, snake lover.”

Muriel

Muriel is shy before and after you get to know him. He’s the new kid so you expect it but he never opens up

He no talk

Nope nope no he’s very tight lipped and will blush whenever he gets called on

He gets bullied for being too shy

Like looking at the size of him he should be on the football team but no he volunteers at the animal shelter and is in the animal science club

I’m sorry but hear me out here: Muriel with thick black glasses (I don’t make the rules or take critique)

He gets cornered by some of the spots teams trying to pressure him into joining during lunch

He doesn’t want to

Things get a little violent

You’re eating nearby, listening to music and trying to get some Zoology work done

Sounds of a scuffle get your attention, you’re a little pissed off since you want to get some work done in peace

Then you see the new kid (Muriel) getting roughed around by some of the sports kids

Angrily, you get to your feet and stomp over to them, yelling at them to stop what they were doing

They don’t listen to you and Muriel’s glasses get broken (someone steps on them)

You start fighting them, yelling at them to leave Muriel alone

Finally after a bit they leave, spitting on the ground at your feet

You yell after them (probably calling them lowlife lizard skin cowards) hands trembling with your anger

Taking a deep breath you turn to Muriel, helping him pick up his stuff

When he sees his glasses in pieces he nearly cries

You pack his bag, asking softly if it would be okay if you hugged him

He nods slowly, and you wrap your arms around him, letting him cry silently into your shoulder

You stick near him after that, becoming his friend and fierce protector

He gets this huge crush on you soon after that

Poor baby doesn’t know what to do

He helps you out with your Zoology homework and you listen as he goes on about the dogs in the shelter he works on

You develop a crush on him after that

One day the sports kids come back for a round two after school

Muriel is in the bathroom and you told him you’d be waiting in the courtyard

The sports kids were going for Muriel but seeing you alone was too good an opportunity to pass up

They start pushing you around and when Muriel comes out to see them messing with you he gets so angry

Seeing this 6′5 (he grows taller by the end of the year) broad kid walk towards them scares the heck outta the sports kids

But they don’t back off until he stands over them, eyes dark with anger

“Leave my friend and crush alone,” he snaps

They scurry off soon after that

You’re standing there shocked at what he said

When he realizes what he says he melts down

You jump into his arms in a hug and laugh

“You’re my crush too!”

He’s very shocked, you tenderly kiss him with another smile

You go to his house, hand in hand, talking about dogs, laughing, and blushing.

Maybe moving schools wasn’t so bad.

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chokemeanakin · 4 years ago

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Anakin and a super giggly reader? Like laughing gas giggly? Or if youre wanting fun times request, him seeing reader jealous of the way girls look at him and Ani showing her he only had eyes for her?

I did both :) Hope you enjoy <3

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Anakin with a giggly reader headcanons (gn)

Normally you’re not this giggly. Don’t get me wrong, you love to laugh and have a good time, but something is off about you today. Anakin notices right away.

He walks into your apartment to bring you some lunch to find you poking at R2, who beeps in annoyance while you laugh at him. He rolls around you, poking you back with his metal utility arm which only sends you into more fits of laughter. You chase him around and try to hug him but he wheels away from you as fast as you can.

Anakin watches you for a moment, a smile on his lips before he realizes how weird you’re acting.

”Y/n?” you turn when he calls your name and your face lights up once again. You run towards him and take the food and when you see he’s brought you your favorite drink, you fall backward onto the couch and start sipping it, a content smile on your face. “What’s got you in such a good mood?”

You finish about half of the drink before you decide to answer. “Obi-Wan gave me like 6 pills for my headache. I feel great!”

”He gave you how many pills?”

Anakin has to stop himself from turning around and hunting Obi-Wan down. Shouldn’t he of all people know how to dose someone correctly? And why didn’t he at least stay with you to supervise you if he knew he messed up?

”Stop pouting,” you giggled and poked his cheek. “It’s not really his fault. He was in a rush somewhere so he left R2 with me. R2 where’d you go?”

He beeped warily from the corner.

Anakin got you to tell him which pills exactly Obi-Wan gave you, and figured out that you were only supposed to get 2 pills at the most. Thank god they weren’t lethal, and side-effects of over dosing were… he guessed it… extreme euphoria.

He releases R2 from babysitting duties and takes over. He wrangles you to the couch where he hopes you can watch a show on the tv until the pills work its way through your system, but everything the screen flashes hurls you into fits of ab-aching laughter.

You end up in tears, rolling around on the ground, and even Anakin can’t help but smile and shake his head at your ridiculous state. He turns the tv off when you plop onto him and refuse to get off, just playing with his hair and running your fingers over the planes of his face.

Your face gets serious, and then suddenly breaks out into a huge grin, over and over like a cycle. You laugh, but won’t tell him what’s so funny.

He knows you’re not in the right state of mind, but he thinks you’re beautiful when you smile and takes full advantage of the opportunity to stare at it shamelessly.

Then the second side-effect of overdosing takes place, and you pass out cold right on top of him.

Anakin Skywalker x Jealous/Insecure Reader (fem)

You had no issue with keeping your and Anakin’s relationship a secret. You weren’t going to stand in the way of his Jedi career, and honestly sneaking around had a bit of a thrill to it. It was only moments like this when you hated not being about to claim Anakin as yours in front of the entire world.

You were taking a break from your tasks of the day and sat on a bench in the garden, eating your lunch as you watched Anakin and Obi-Wan train before you. It was hot out, so the boys had taken their shirts off long ago-- not that you were complaining.

You tried to observe Anakin as innocently as possible-- the way his muscles moved as he swung his lightsaber, how his hair stuck to his forehead, and beads of sweat dripped down his chest. He was literally glowing in the sunlight. Your heart swelled at the sight of him.

This beautiful man… and he was all yours.

It was then that you heard the giggling. You turned your head to see through the bushes. Senator Padme Amidala was leading a group of three of her friends-- handmaidens, from back when she was Queen-- through the gardens. They had stopped just outside the clearing you were in and were watching, pointing, and giggling at the two boys training. They hadn’t seemed to notice you yet.

Padme walked casually into the clearing, and your heart sunk as the three girls followed behind. They were all beautiful. Not just Padme, with her chocolate brown eyes, endless curls, and soft face. But the girls behind her were all tall, slim, and jaw-droppingly lovely. All four of them seemed to radiate like angels under the afternoon sun.

“Good evening, General Skywalker. Master Kenobi,” Padme greeted with a sweet smile. You knew Padme was an old flame of Anakin’s, but it never really bothered you. He always assured you it was just a little childhood crush, nothing more, and you trusted him. But something about her was making your blood boil now.

“Senator,” Anakin bowed his head in greeting, deactivating his saber. He bent to retrieve his shirt from the ground and wiped the sweat away from his face, giving the girls a full show of his glistening muscles in the process. “What brings you out here?”

“My friends from Naboo are visiting and I thought I’d show them around the gardens. Then I saw you two training and thought I might introduce them to two of the finest Jedi in the galaxy.”

The girls’ laughter tinkled like bells in the air, and Padme kept that same sugary-grin plastered on her face.

Padme is a friend, you had to remind yourself. She means no harm.

She stepped aside and gestured to the girls, introducing them as Samé, Moté, and Rowé. They each bowed in turn, long curtains of hair almost brushing the ground, and returning to a standing position with equally gorgeous, shy smiles.

Anakin crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow playfully. “I don’t know if we’re the two ‘finest’ Jedi in the galaxy, but your input is appreciated. It’s a pleasure to meet you three.”

This made the girls erupt in another fit of giggles. You wanted to gouge your eyes out.

“Well,” he looked from you to Obi-Wan, not really knowing what to do next. Yet, always the charmer, he offered, “Obi-Wan and I are still in the midst of training, if you would like to stay for a bit. You can sit on the bench with Y/n over there. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind sharing.”

You wanted to crawl into a hole when he pointed you out. All eyes were on you, and you forced your scowl into a pained smile.

“Sure,” you forced a kind tone, scooching over to give them all a place to sit. They all glided over to you, their dresses floating behind them in the breeze.

As soon as Padme sat next to you, you were enveloped in the scent of daisies and vanilla. You wanted to cry. Why did they all get to be so beautiful and smell good?

“Hello Y/n,” Padme greeted with that same sweet smile. Her eyes looked golden in the sunlight. “Are you eating lunch?”

Suddenly, being surrounded by girls who were far taller and toned than you were made your stomach stop grumbling. You put the sandwich that you had been gripping too hard back into your bag, and kicked it under the bench.

“I was just finishing,” you told her.

She nodded, kind face still trained on you as the other girls’ attention was solely focused on the two dueling men before you.

“I’m sorry about barging in… I didn’t mean to intrude. My friends have never met a Jedi before, and when I told them about Anakin and Obi-Wan they were so excited to meet them.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” you folded your hands in your lap, nails digging into the skin of your palms. “You weren’t interrupting anything. And I’m sure Anakin and Obi-Wan would love to show off a little bit.”

“Of course they would. They won’t admit it, but they both have a bit of an ego... as I’m sure you already know,” Padme laughed lightly, her smile blinding you. Then she turned her attention to the Jedi.

The five of you watched them train for a while. Samé, Moté, and Rowé oohed and ahhed at different times, gasping when the fighting got intense, and crossing and uncrossing their legs. You managed to quell the anger burning in your chest during this time, reminding yourself of how childish you were being. So what a couple of beautiful women were practically drooling over your boyfriend? It’s not like Anakin was even acknowledging them.

You couldn’t help but listen in on their conversations though. It started with a “He’s very cute, don’t you think?” and continued on to “Look at his muscles,” “Look how fit,” “That is one gorgeous man Padme, how have you never thought about courting him?”

“Ladies,” Padme gently quieted their giggling. “Jedi cannot form attachments. You can observe all you want, but acting on any attraction would be disrespectful.”

You could just about kiss Padme.

But the comments didn’t stop. They kept talking about him-- his eyes, his hair, his mouth. His power, physique, strength, everything. It went on and on.

“What about Obi-Wan?” you spoke up. The girls quieted, and surveyed, and the middle girl spoke.

“He’s also very nice,” she admitted. “I’d take either of them, honestly, but my first choice would have to be the Skywalker guy.”

Your blood started to spike again. They’re not deli meats, you wanted to snap. You can’t own them.

Your jealousy was hypocritical. You knew this. That’s why you stayed rooted to the spot, not a peep coming out of your mouth.

It was only when the girls began shouting requests-- “Anakin, twirl your lightsaber behind your back again! Anakin do a backflip! Anakin, float me that flower with the force!”-- that you had had enough.

He had obliged to their requests. Of course he did. He was a gentleman, after all, and ignoring them would have been rude. But watching that rose-- your favorite flower-- fly through the air and gently tuck into Rowé’s silky smooth hair had you shooting to your feet, grabbing your bag from under the bench, and muttering an excuse to leave to Padme. You were out of the gardens before anyone could question you.

You stormed into your apartment, clenching and unclenching your fists as you paced.

It didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, it didn’t mean anything, you chanted in your head.

You stopped your pacing when you caught your reflection in the mirror. You stared at yourself, unable to stop comparing yourself to the girls in the garden.

It’s not that you weren’t pretty. You thought you were… at least before today. But you had never been the most confident in your looks to begin with, and seeing those girls interact with Anakin today felt like a punch in the gut.

He could do so much better.

You weren’t as thin as them, you didn’t wear flowy dresses, or float on elegant footsteps, or have miles and miles of silky smooth hair. You suddenly felt too big, too ugly, too disgusting.

All the confidence you had worked up in order to be with Anakin… gone.

Suddenly, the door to your apartment opened. You quickly wiped away the tear that had escaped from your eye and turned away from the mirror, heading to the bookshelf to look busy.

“Y/n?” Anakin asked, peering around the corner for you. You kept your back turned, trying to stop the sudden onslaught of tears as you pretended to organize the bookshelf. “You’re upset. Why are you crying?”

“I’m not--” oh, what was the use? Of course he could tell you were crying. It was that damn force perception of his that made it virtually impossible for you to hide any kind of emotion from him. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” he pressed, walking up behind you. Carefully, he put a hand on your shoulder. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“If it’s hurting you, it’s not stupid.”

“I’m being immature. I just need to get over it.”

Anakin was quiet for a moment. “Is this about Padme’s friends?”

You squeezed your eyes closed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Anakin spun you around to face him, but you brought your hands up to cover your face.

“I don’t know why you even like me,” you whispered thickly, tears still choking you up. “I’m disgusting compared to them.”

The words burned your tongue as they left your mouth. You had never been so open about your insecurities with Anakin, not like this at least. You had always put on a brave face before him, tried to exude confidence. He said he liked that about you. But now… he was really seeing you at your worst. And you were fully prepared for his feelings to change due to it.

“Y/n,” Anakin said. His voice was clipped, angry. “Y/n, look at me.”

He took your chin in his hand and forced your face up. You dropped your hands from your face, but kept your eyes cast downward shamefully. You could not bear to look him in his beautiful, angry face or you were pretty sure you would lose it altogether.

Instead of snapping at you, which you were preparing for, you felt the ghost of Anakin’s lips trace the skin of your jaw. He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, then the side of your neck, then the junction between your neck and shoulder. He made his way back up, leaving gentle, scalding kisses all over your face and neck. He kissed away a tear that had escaped, swiping another dry with his thumb. He kissed you until you felt okay enough to look him in the eyes.

“There’s my girl,” he grinned. Perfect. Gorgeous. Totally out of your league.

He held your face between both of his hands so you could not escape the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into you like lasers, stripping you completely bare. With your incredibly low self-esteem, he very well might as well have.

“Stop,” you muttered. You didn’t want to hear him try to build your confidence back up. There was no going back after the images of those beautiful girls plagued your mind from today.

Anakin pursed his lips and sighed. “Baby,” he smoothed his hand over your hair soothingly, eyes following his movements. “You don’t see what I see.”

“I don’t need to,” you argued. “Not when there’s people like them walking around.”

“But they’re not you,” Anakin’s voice was fierce. “There are so many beautiful people walking around in this galaxy, billions probably, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. But I am attracted to you, Y/n. I love you. And no one else.”

“Why, though?” you couldn’t help but ask. The memory of the flower tucking itself into Rowé’s hair came flashing back into your mind. Her glittering smile. The fluttering eyelashes. The rosy blush painting her cheeks.

Anakin released your face and grabbed your hand instead. “Come here,” he ordered, leading you to the mirror you had been looking at. He positioned you in front of him and stood behind you, arms wrapped around you and chin resting on your shoulder. A king draped over a peasant.

“Let me tell you what I see,” his deep voice murmured in your ear. He started with your arms, running his hands lightly from your shoulders, dipping into the curves of your elbows, tracing a line down your forearm, and entwining his fingers with yours. “These are beautiful,” his eyes were focused on your reflection.

He brought his hands back up, then began trailing them down your sides, holding your waist between his large hands and pressing his palms flat against your stomach. “This is beautiful.”

His hands made their way down to your hips, where you had to stop yourself from squirming. You were ticklish there. His hands fit perfectly over your curves, and he breathed, “This is beautiful.”

He got on his knees suddenly, shifting so that he was in front of you. Your face was on fire as his hands continued their journey down, over the tops of your thighs, to your knees, fitting over your calves and holding your ankles. “These are beautiful,” he looked up at you.

He got up, and caught your chin in his hand again. “And this,” he whispered, breath fanning over your lips. He raked his eyes up and down your face, shamelessly admiring it. “This is the most beautiful of all.”

He captured your lips in his after saying this, feeling the heat pool in your cheeks with his hands. The kiss was soft, and short, and sweet. But it turned you into a pool of jelly under his ministrations, your knees going weak and eyes brimming with tears for a different reason than earlier.

��There is no need to be self-conscious,” he spoke when he broke away. “There’s no need to compare yourself to other girls. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing is ever going to change that.”

No words would ever be good enough to show your gratitude toward Anakin. Your solution-- press your lips to his again, and show him how good he made you feel.

#take a shot every time someone says ‘beautiful’#anakinskywalker x reader #star wars prequals #soft anakin #anakin skywalker #jealous reader #insecure reader #anakin fluff

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triggerhappyimagines · 4 years ago

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Could I get headcanons for Mondo, Kaito, and Gundham falling in love with someone and/or confessing? As long as it's not too much, that is ^^. ~🌻

of course, dear!! i absolutely *adore* writing anything involving pining for someone, and wondering if there’s a chance they might love you just as much as you love them,,, stuff like that never fails to make me soft aha~

also, i’m sorry if Kaito seems ooc, i don’t have very much experience writing for him, so i apologize if his part isn’t very good,,, regardless, i hope you enjoy this, darling

☆Mod Nagito☆

warnings: a few swear words

Mondo Owada

— he most definitely doesn’t recognize his feelings for you right away

— sure, he’s had crushes and stuff before, but what he feels for you is different - it’s deeper, stronger, and... more confusing

— poor bby doesn’t understand why you make him feel all fluttery inside :(

— he tries to ignore his feelings at first, but as soon as he sees you talking to another guy, the jealousy pops out

— what the hell does that guy have that he doesn’t? why the fuck would you want to talk to him, anyways? oh my god, do you even want to talk to him? is he bothering you? he’ll fucking beat him to a pulp for annoying you!

— it isn’t until he almost explodes on the poor guy (who was just asking you about that weeks homework, might i add) that Mondo realizes this is most definitely more than just a crush

— obviously, he turns to Chihiro and Taka for advice

— they suggest that he just try to spend a little more time with you, and maybe even flirt a little bit! just something low-key to hint that he likes you, y’know?

— turns out that’s easier said than done

— poor Mondo tries to compliment you and accidentally upsets you by raising his voice so much

— but c’mon, who wouldn’t want to have a big muscly guy like Mondo scream "YOU LOOK CUTE TODAY" right in their face?

— it’s after that unfortunate incident that he elects to try and text you instead of talking face to face. it seems like the safer option given he can’t get anxious and shout at you on accident, after all

— he pretends to just have questions about schoolwork at first, partially to justify getting your number from Chihiro, as well as to avoid accidentally making you uncomfy. the last thing he wants to do is creep you out by being too forward

— it doesn’t take long for the two of you to move past conversing about classwork every now and then to chatting about anything and everything as often as you can

— Mondo sort of can’t believe you’re so eager to talk to him, though he does feel a little bad for still avoiding you at school sometimes. he’s still worried about scaring you away, after all

— over time, it gets harder and harder for him to ignore his feelings for you

— he just can’t stand not being able to call you his s/o

— it takes him a while, but he eventually builds up the courage to tell you how he feels, even though he has no clue if you feel the same way

— Chihiro and Taka may or may not have started to pressure him into just asking you out already, too,,,

— Mondo types out his confession, but chickens out at the last second and can’t bring himself to send the goddamn text

— part of him feels like there’s no way you would want to be with a guy like him. he worries you think he’s too reckless, too intimidating, has too quick of a temper... the list could go on

— or even worse, what if you thought he was lame for spilling out his feelings through a text message instead of doing it in person like a decent man?

— poor Mondo stressed himself out so much he had to take a ride on his bike just to calm his nerves, otherwise he might have exploded from the pressure he put himself under

— so, after getting some fresh air and clearing his mind, Mondo finally sent the lengthy text that spilled out all of his feelings for you - everything he loves about you and more

— he may or may not have hurled his phone across the room like it was some sort of bomb after pressing ‘send’

— but now... all he could do was wait for you to reply

— will you tell him that you love him too?

Gundham Tanaka

— at first he thinks you must have put a curse on him

— why is he unable to take his eyes off you? how come he gets butterflies in his tummy every time you smile at him? surely it’s all the result of some form of dark magic, no?

— but some things can’t be written off as nothing more than a mere hex

— Gundham finds himself unable to focus on anything, his mind plagued with thoughts of you

— when he’s laying in bed at night, all he can think about is how he wishes you were beside him... and that scares him

— love is for mortals, isn’t it? he’s not supposed to have these feelings for you!

— the poor boy tries to force himself to stop loving you, desperately looking for some reason he shouldn’t want to be with you, though all his efforts are futile

— he feels weak, and so, so sad; he doesn’t think it would even be possible for someone like you to love him back. you’re too perfect for someone like him

— his Dark Devas of Destruction don't like seeing their master so upset, especially since they know his insecurities and anxieties are getting in the way of his happiness

— Gundham’s hamsters remind him that he has nothing to lose, and that he should just tell you how he feels! you already care about him, and accept him for who he is - there’s truly no harm in being honest about his feelings, right?

— Gundham decides to write you a love letter, positive he wouldn’t be able to say what he needs to say face to face without screwing something up, or getting too flustered to even speak

— actually, he ends up writing several letters before he ends up with one he deems acceptable for the object of his affections

— he’ll wait for you by your locker after school, the Dark Devas whispering words of encouragement in his ears

— he feels his cheeks heat up a bit when you approach him; his heart feels like it’s going to explode when you smile at him and ask him why he’s waiting for you

— he’ll hand you the eloquently written love letter with no further preamble, pulling his scarf up over his nose to cover up his bright red cheeks

— you also can’t help but blush as you read his romantic confession to you, taken aback by his amorous words

— when you’ve finished reading through his love letter, you meet his eyes, trying to think of the right words to say as he awaits the answer to the question that has burning in his mind for what feels like ages

— do you love him the same way he loves you?

Kaito Momota

— when it comes to pursuing someone he finds himself attracted to, Kaito is certainly more confident than Mondo and Gundham

— he’s a romantic at heart, and maybe a bit over-confident too, so the thought of having to face rejection doesn’t really worry him too much

— once he realizes he’s in love, however, the thought does plague his mind a bit more than he’d like,,, but he’s able to avoid fixating on it

— Kaito is... surprisingly smooth. he knows exactly the right way to flirt with you without making it weird, knows just how to compliment you without being too pushy, and even manages to make cheesy pick up lines seem sweet, rather than cringe-worthy

— when it comes to confessing, though... well, that’s a little harder

— while flirting may come easy to Kaito, confessing his true feelings to you is a little harder. there’s more at risk in that situation, and he can’t brush it off as a joke if you take things the wrong way, or if he screws up somehow

— but he wants to tell you how he feels. he needs to tell you how he feels! he wants to be able to do more than just flirt with you, and try to make you blush

— he wants to hold you, wants to kiss you, wants to have you by his side forever and ever. he loves you, goddammit! he doesn’t want to pretend his feelings towards you are less than that

— so he asks you out on a date - to go stargazing, obviously

— but... that was the easy part

— Kaito spends the days leading up to your date trying to figure out the best way to confess his feelings for you, ultimately deciding that the best option would be to get straight to the point and not beat around the bush, otherwise he might end up saying something dumb

— but that’s about as far his planning goes, really

— when the night of your stargazing date rolls around, he may seem cool and collected, but on the inside, he’s freaking out

— he won’t say what he wants to say straight away, though; he wants to wait for the right moment

— the two of you chitchat under the stars, and Kaito takes every opportunity he gets to point out the constellations visible that night to you

— when it gets late, and there’s a lull in your conversation, Kaito knows that it’s his chance to say what he needs to say

— he looks you in the eyes and tells you everything - how he thinks you’re stunning, and beautiful, and how he wants to have you by his side forever - he says it all, truly speaking his love for you into the world for the first time

— you can tell that he means every word he says; there’s no doubt that what he feels for you isn’t real

— but... will you let him call you his? do you love him, too?

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rokachan · 3 years ago

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유 : A role-play related instance that you regret/are ashamed/not proud of?

I haven’t really had very many interactions ICly that would fall into this category. My characters are able to grow from their experiences, even ones that I make an ass of myself in, and it helps create more complexity to their personalities. It drives their stories in new directions. Shapes them.

If I truly dwell on it, the only thing rp related I regret, and I use that word hesitantly, is writing with someone who became my best friend. Not for any IC reasons, but solely selfish OOC purposes. I treasure the IC growth Roka had and the stories we wrote together, but I miss my friend deeply and sometimes wish maybe we hadn’t started writing together so that I wouldn’t have to miss them still.

Ultimately, I don't think I'd undo it regardless how much I sometimes regret how it ended though. It was an opportunity to share something special with someone, and nothing can replace the hours of OOC screaming we did, or maniac cackling over a scheme, or entirely random headcanons we'd hurl at each other when one was asleep because it just popped into our head in the middle of the night. It may have taken me a long time to really move on and be willing to open myself OOCly with people afterwards, and as mentioned I may sometimes still miss them something fierce, but it was an experience I got to grow from all the same. I can't really say I regret it, but that is probably the closest to an rp experience I could give as an example.

#ask answered #rp asks #about the mun #mun answers

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emisfritish · 4 years ago

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Puppy eyes make anything paw-ssible - Part 1

Pairing: Sarawat/Tine (2gether the series)

Summary: Retraces the journey of how Charlotte came to be the most beloved member of the Guntithanon/Teepakorn household.

Chapters: 1/6 (although each part can be read as a stand alone).

Next parts : Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Notes: Hello, it’s been too long ! But because that MV was full of softness and let’s be real, Charlotte was definitely the MVP in it, this short series of snippets came into existence. The goal is for all parts to be out by the time the episode comes out tomorrow.

Is this series fully made of love and fluff ? Yes.

Did I name this fic after the worst dog-pun I could think of ? Also yes, you can’t stop me.

I guess this would take place between the end of 2gether and before the beginning of still2gether when it comes and wrecks all of my headcanons.

“No,” Sarawat repeats, eyes not wavering from the food currently cooking in the pot in front of him, while Tine is at his side, begging for his attention while trying to shove his phone in Sarawat’s face.

“But Wat, please, look at her !” he whines.

“No, it’s still not happening,” he responds with a firm voice.

This has been a discussion in their household for the past 3 days now, and Sarawat can’t believe they’re still talking about this.

“Wat, just look into her eyes and tell me you can say no to this.”

Yes, this has been a discussion for three days now. Only this time Tine came prepared, armed with a battery of photographs that Sarawat knows will melt his heart if his eyes waver away from the stove.

“Tine,” he ends up sighing. “I don’t even think they’re allowed in our apartment complex and...”

“They are, I already checked. We don’t even have to pay an extra deposit,” Tine cuts him off, and although Sarawat isn’t looking at him, he can still guess the triumphant smile his boyfriend must be sporting right now.

“Okay, so it’s allowed,” Sarawat swallows nervously. “But still, Tine… a dog ? Really ? It’s a big responsibility.”

He finally turns his face towards Tine, and he sees his boyfriend look at him, resolve on clear display.

“Not a dog, Wat. This dog. And I know it’s a big responsibility. But I think you and I ? We can take it on,” he answers, sure of himself, and Sarawat can already feel his resolve crumbling a little in the face of his boyfriend’s determination.

In the years since they’ve been together, Sarawat has rarely seen Tine be so sure about anything, his boyfriend usually the type to second-doubt things. And although the idea of being responsible for another living being kind of terrifies him, he owes it to Tine to at least try and understand why this is so important to him.

“Ok Tine, explain it to me,” he finally says, turning the stove off before facing him completely. “Why is this so important to you ?”

Tine looks startled for a second, as if he hadn’t expected to suddenly be faced with his boyfriend’s full attention, but he quickly finds his standing again.

“I’ve always loved animals, and I never imagined not having a pet in my home when I grew up, and I just…. I like the idea. Of doing this. Of us doing this, together,” he explains, one of his hands still holding his phone close to his chest while the other scratches at his neck nervously.

Sarawat tries to ignore the warmth spreading through his body at the words and focuses back on the main subject. If they’re going to do this, no way are they doing this lightly, without putting proper thought into it first.

“Okay, so we could get a turtle. Or a goldfish,” he says, smirk on full display.

“Saraleo ! “ Tines whines once again, rolling his eyes towards the sky. “You know it’s not the same at all. Plus… I really think she’s the right fit for us.”

“Tine, a dog is a really big responsibility, and because of your internship, you won’t even be there to take care of her with me a lot of the time in the coming months,” saying the words out loud hurts, but it’s the truth, and it would be foolish to ignore it.

Soon, Tine will be starting his internship and because he got a great opportunity to intern at a law firm in the city, he’ll be renting a room there, only coming back to Sarawat and their shared apartment on weekends.

“I know, but that’s all the more reason to do it ! She’ll be there to keep you company while I’m gone, like a miniature Tine replacement, ” Tine says with a smile, and Sarawat smiles back sadly at him. As if anything could really replace Tine’s presence in his life.

Still, this is a conversation for another time, and right now, they need to focus back on the situation at hand. Aka, the dog situation.

“Look Wat... If you really really don’t want to do it, I won’t force you,” Tine ends up saying, and Sarawat appreciates the sentiment. “But I think she could be a perfect fit for us. Her name is Charlotte. The shelter wrote down that she’s one of four puppies in a litter, and her mother died right after childbirth. All of her brothers and sisters have already been picked up by other people, and she’s still at the shelter after five months, she’s all alone right now. She needs a family and I think that could be us.”

Of course.

Of course, knowing Tine and his soft heart, it had to be because of something like that. Of course Tine would want the unwanted, the one left behind, the one no one seems to notice. His soft heart is one of the main reasons why Sarawat loves him. Really, he should have seen this coming.

And god. The things this boy does to him, without even realizing it half of the time.

Family. Tine wants them to be a family. A family made of him, Tine… and Charlotte, apparently.

Obviously able to see Sarawat’s resolve all but disappear and feel the victory, Tine pulls out his ultimate weapon, lifting up his phone, photo on full display.

“Wat, just look at her and how adorable she is. Can you really say no to those eyes ?” he asks, pushing the phone in front of Sarawat’s face so he can see the dog better.

And yes, Sarawat is doomed. Because just like he feared, she really is adorable.

And really, faced with the twin set of puppy eyes displayed by both the actual puppy and his boyfriend, did he really stand a chance anyway ?

He finally sighs, and sees the hope grow in Tine’s eyes.

“Fine. I’m not saying yes,” the yet isn’t said out loud, but he’s fairly certain they both hear it loud and clear anyway. “But we can go and meet her at the shelter at least.”

“YES !” Tine shouts, hurling himself onto his body and hugging Sarawat tight.

“I promise you won’t regret this, I’m sure you’re going to love her,” Tine says excitedly, and Sarawat can’t hold the smile on his face, pulling his arms around Tine’s body in return.

After a few seconds, Tine pulls back and hits him with the biggest smile Sarawat has seen from him in days.

As terrified as he is about being responsible for another living being and messing her up somehow, maybe it’s worth the fear to see the happiness displayed so clearly on his boyfriend’s face.

“I knew she’d win you over with her cuteness,” Tine says with a small laugh, and Sarawat shakes his head, smiling fondly towards Tine.

He wishes he could deny the statement, but really, looking at his goofy, soft and over-excited boyfriend, no one could really deny its truth anyway.

Sarawat really did have a weakness for cute, and Tine was the living testament of that.

#sarawat x tine #tine x sarawat #saratine #2gether the series #2gether #still2gether #2gether fanfic #saratine fanfic #2gether fic #saratine fic #emi writes #this is.... what it is guys xD I just need to put something out there to get back into the habit of writing #emi's writing

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hk-plus-you · 5 years ago

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hopefully this is alright, but could you maybe do headcanons of mato comforting a really sad and apathetic grown vessel (about the age/size of THK) if its okay?

This took me so long to write and I still don’t know why

You couldn’t remember how long it had been since you left the abyss. You knew you had grown a lot, the nail you had before leaving your birthplace nothing more than a dagger you abandoned long ago. You had no need for such a small weapon, choosing to take one from the many adventures who died foolish deaths. It’s not like it was any use to them anymore.

At first, you wondered about desperately trying to find a place you would be safe with people who would actually care for you. The wilderness was unforgiving, any creature attacking you on sight. The few sentient bugs you came across were just as lost as you and often unwilling to lend aid to a silent small bug like you.

You stopped caring about that, trying to force your want for others away. In a way, you become like the creatures with no mind, uncaring for each other and doing anything for the sake of survival. It was either that or becoming the dirt for another traveler to walk on.

You could feel it long before you saw the old tablets. You’re sire’s kingdom radiated his energy. It seemed to have faded with time though, another’s beginning to slowly overwhelm it.

You should turn back and go back to the wilderness you were accustomed to. No one had wanted you when you were little, your own father casting you back into your wretched birthplace when he saw your imperfections. Why would anyone treat you any differently now?

As you gazed over the small village you decided not to take that jump to the ground below. You left everything behind thinking you wouldn't come back anyway.

You crawled back the way you came. The wind’s dull whisper now whistling through the cave systems as it picked up.

As you left the caves you found the wind outside much stronger. It wiped your cloak around you. Each step was difficult to take and you had to crouch down to make the trek easier.

One of the bodies that littered the outskirts began to tumble. Its hollow body lightweight and upright position making it easy for the wind to pick up and hurl at you. Even with your attempt to duck it shattered on you horns sending you off balance and tumbling backward.

Maybe staying till the wind cleared up some wouldn’t hurt.

You searched for a short moment for a place to rest for the night. It wasn't hard to find. An entrance in a wall with nothing but a cloth curtain was easy to spot.

Inside there was a large creature’s head place flush against the wall. A crack running from one of its four eyes to the opposite side of its head. Pillows were scattered around and a large stone slab off-center of the room with a blanket thrown over. Cloth hung from the ceiling was torn and frayed. A single nail was stabbed into the ground. With every door open, the general age of the room, and the nail you assumed that the area here was abandoned.

You chose not to venture forward into the area and just close each door in the room to prevent any bug already inside or any outside from entering.

You gathered all the pillows into one area to rest. The slab would make a decent bed but it was rare for you to sleep somewhere soft so you weren't going to pass up the opportunity. For the first time in a long while, you fell asleep almost immediately.

The door creaked as it opened. You jolted awake and jumped up, nail in hand and ready to fight anyone or anything that came through.

The bug that walked through was large, a red and black shell and cloak with fur lining around their neck and shoulders. They seemed somewhat shocked to see someone in their room but upon seeing your nail their demeanor changed.

”A welder of the nail! I’m guessing you found my sanctuary while you were searching for a place to rest?” you gave a nod but they only continued on their own train of thought. ”It’s quite impressive! You must have met and overcome many trails in your quest to find me.” You had no idea what he was talking about but he certainly was excited about what he prattling on about. ”I, Nailmaster Mato, who was taught the Art of the Nail by the Great Nailsage himself, hereby accept you as my pupil! Let us begin the lesson immediately!”

Wait what?

Mato turned before you could even process what he said and began walking back to where he came.

You thought for a moment. Should you follow? Why would he just willingly teach any random person with a nail?

He paused down the hallway that the doorway led to and turned to look at you. ”My pupil, why do you hesitate? Do you think yourself unworthy of my Nail Art? Do not fret. I too was once like you, unsure of my own strength.”

You shook your head and followed him. You could learn whatever he had to teach you.

Training began in a large room. He first demonstrated what he wished to teach before instructing how to do it yourself. A nail art called cyclone slash.

Each time you tried it though you couldn't keep your balance well enough. Either falling over, wobbling enough that your nail would slash the floor instead of remaining stead, or just not spinning fast enough.

After the first day, you were prepared to give up. He was right, you were unworthy of learning his nail art. Not strong enough and only failing at every turn no matter how hard you tried. You knew he would cast you out as a failure just as anyone else had done so when he decided to stop for the day you began to walk out shortly after.

”Where are you going, my pupil? We still have so much to go over. Even if you didn't master the lesson I had to teach today there is always tomorrow! I believe I know why you struggle so much with balance anyway so we can work together with fixing it.” You tilted your head at him somewhat in confusion as he continued to speak. ”Now don't give up on yourself after one day. My own brother Oro wielded his nail like a club but with the right training, he still became a nail master. Even if I don’t agree with the path he chose in the end. Come now and help me prepare dinner. After such a training session you must be hungry!”

You stopped leaving and decided to see how long till he would cast you back into the wilderness. You helped prepare dinner with Mato and trained the next day.

”If you don't mind me asking, who before me taught you how to fight?” You had just been showing him your stance when he began asking questions.

You pointed to yourself since you had only learned from watching others.

”Self-taught? For being self-taught you are a wonderful fighter! Though you need some adjustments in your style. Your stance, for example, is too wide. With such large horns as yours, it's important to keep a stable center or your balance will be off.”

The whole day was like that. Small corrections to your form and posture. Going over the basic things and correcting the little things as you two went along. The whole time he didn't shy away from giving you praise when you did well and didn't belittle you for not know something that would be basic knowledge to someone else.

It felt strange for someone to see you as a person rather than a burden or liability.

An extra day of training turned to two. Two turned to three. Three turned into a whole month of making sure the proper basics were ingrained and teaching other tricks you had missed.

When Mato said he would try and teach you cyclone slash again you felt proud of yourself.

You curled up as in your makeshift bed while Mato slept on the stone slab to rest as you always did. He fell asleep quickly, making so little sound and being as still as a statue you could mistake him for dead.

You were awake, thinking of what would happen tomorrow. If you mastered what he had to teach would he be done with you? Would tell you to leave now that you learned everything he had to teach?

Why would he even keep you around? What would he get out of it? It hurt to think about, the one person you had grown close to forcing you out and away.

It was only a month but you struggled to accept going back to the wilderness all alone.

The pillow you rested on began to fill wet and you had to sit up. A drop of water landed in your lap and you touched your face to find that for the first time, you were crying.

You rubbed your eyes to try and make it stop but failed. Tears fell free and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop it.

Trying to ignore the water pouring from your eyes and leaned against the wall behind you. There was no way you would sleep like this.

Why did you care so much about this? It was inevitable that he would kick you out at some point. Why would he want some random silent nobody to stay forever?

You threw a pillow in frustration and slammed your back against the wall.

That seemed to be enough to wake Mato though. He grunted slightly as he rolled over to face you and see what was happening.

Fantastic, maybe he’d throw you out tonight instead for disturbing him.

”What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Mato got off the stone slab and kneeled before you.

You shake your head and look away from him. It’s not like you ever spoke and even if you could you would never admit the actual reason you were crying.

He pulled you into a tight hug and rubbed comforting circles on your back. He was warm and you couldn't stop yourself from burying your face into the fur of his cloak. ”I don't know what is upsetting you my pupil but I’ll be here for as long as you need me to be.”

If he’s saying things like that maybe he won't kick you out?

Right?

#hollow knight #reader insert #mato #my writings

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thirstzone · 6 years ago

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Hahaha, I liked your version of femme fatale, do you think you could do a more extended version like a little fic or a headcanon about that? I would be very grateful for that, please!

Glad to know I didn’t disappoint too terribly with that prompt for all of my naivety on writing any S/O where the femininity is a big point. Yep yep, I can absolutely do that for you! Since you didn’t really specify a character, I hope it’s alright if I do a paragraph or so for each guy!

Nero

A knife whizzed by Nero’s cheek as he stepped to the side to dodge the weapon. He kept his eyes locked on his assailant’s, looking for any sign of anything that wasn’t murderous. Previously, he thought those eyes were absolutely captivating. They still were, but less in an endearing way, and more in the sense that Nero felt like if he looked away for even a moment, he would be opening himself up for more attacks.

He thought about asking her why she was doing this. He ran through all sorts of reasons in his head: money wasn’t a motive because he didn’t have a lot of it; he’d never seen this person in Fortuna, so it wasn’t a weird zealot from the Order looking to avenge Sanctus; she’d only ever seen him with his Devil Breaker, so she had no reason to hunt him down for his demonic abilities.

He successfully warded her off, but his thoughts continued to stray to her even after weeks of nothing happening. In the time they had spent together, she had him bewitched. Of course, this was her goal the entire time, he figured. Should their paths cross again, Nero knew he couldn’t pull his punches.

Dante

Dante crossed his pistols in front of his face as the woman rushed him, knife poised to kill. The blade caught in the space where the guns met, the high-pitched shing of metal-on-metal almost too loud for Dante’s ears. “We’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” he quipped, grinning. “People are gonna start to get the wrong idea.” He pushed back against her weight, and she voluntarily jumped back to avoid losing her balance.

“I knew it wouldn’t be so easy to take you down, Dante. Your reputation precedes you, though I guess that’s why I wanted to try to spill some of your blood myself.” She rushed in again, feinting an attack aimed for the stomach, but twisting her body and sinking her blade into his leg. She let go of the handle and put some distance between her and her target again.

Dante hissed as he took hold of the knife and pulled it out, the wound healing up rather quickly. “Well, you’ll have to try a little harder than this. Maybe come at me with something bigger next time.” He tossed the knife onto the ground in front of her. “And if it helps you any, I have a small allergy to holy water. Gives me a real annoying rash.” He called in Cavaliere, revving it as he prepared to take off. “Lookin’ forward to the next one, beautiful!”

V slowed his steps, listening closely to the sounds of the street around him. He came to a complete stop, closing his eyes to focus. The noise that caused him pause seemed to have stopped, but he was certain that he had heard it: the sound of footsteps that weren’t his.

Just as he expected, when he turned around, he was met with a series of knives hurling through the air towards his neck. The tattoos dissolved off of his skin as Shadow materialized from the shards, its tail forming a blade and deflecting the weapons. They clattered to the ground and the would-be killer scoffed. “As I expected. Getting the drop on you isn’t very easy.” She drew the sword off of her back and pointed it at V, earning a growl from Shadow.

“Of course not.” V gripped his cane a little tighter as Shadow paced near his feet. “You continue to try, although you know what the result is going to be. Though I suppose that tenacity is what drew me towards you in the first place.” He spun the cane around so the end was resting on his shoulder. “While I will not return blows with you, you’re free to continue your assault. You know you cannot win at this point.” He smirked. “But I welcome the entertainment.”

Vergil

Vergil swung the still-sheathed Yamato towards his opponent’s ribs, though the blow was dodged with a rather graceful back-step. He didn’t let up the offensive, taking another swing, stepping forward to close the distance again, only to be dodged yet again. In one fluid motion, he unsheathed the Yamato and slashed at a diagonal, dashing forward. This time, the blade met the fabric of his opponent’s shirt.

As Vergil was preparing to attack again, she saw her opportunity, getting in close with her dual daggers, aiming for any vital spot that she could. Vergil flash-stepped backwards out of her range, but kept her in range of his katana. “That’s cheating, you know,” she commented. Vergil laughed humorlessly.

“Does a fair fight really matter to someone like you? You lure men in before you discard them, and rather violently. That doesn’t seem very fair to me,” he responded. He had to admit that he tried not to use any of his powers in a fight against a human, but the blades got a little closer than he would’ve liked. “We can continue this all day, but we know that this will only end in death.”

She grinned back at him, a malicious expression. “You’re right. And it’ll end in yours.”

“Then come on, and don’t hold back.”

#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dante #nero #vergil #v #dmc v #v dmc #v (dmc)#requests #writing #female reader #miscellaneous #[finger guns] still don't know how to write feminine s/os #[finger guns again but slightly different this time] still willing to try and hopefully improve #hatredandve

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bnhascribbles · 6 years ago

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Bakugo, Midoriya, and Todoroki as band/orchestra instrumentalists

Ayyyyyy, where my instrumentalists at? Admittedly, I’m just a smidge partial to wind instruments, so...yeah. Enjoy some totally self-indulgent headcanons.

Bakugo:

-Trumpet player. Easy

-Two words: Ego and talent.

-His mom forced him into it. It was either band or extra English classes.

-He hated it at first–sitting in silence, just listening while some old guy talk at him like he was stupid.

-At least he got solos.

-Homeboy is a child prodigy. Never used to practice, but always ended up first chair. When he actually starts practicing, he’s untouchable.

-Before he knows what’s happened, he’s a band kid. Like, a legit band kid, flaking out on plans to practice or perform at a gig. All by choice.

-Absolutely did drum corp. It becomes his obsession–it gives him an outlet for all of that pent up energy. Both physical and emotional.

-I totally imagine him as a lead trumpet. A screamer.

-The year that he turns 21 and ages out, everyone better back the fuck off. He’s irritable and pissed and unbearable, even before the season ends.

-I mean, corp was a lifestyle for him. Bakugo isn’t the sort to half-ass anything, so he’s gonna need to get involved in something else pretty quick.

-“Something else” ends up being wind band.

-Not orchestra. He’ll pack up and leave before he counts more than 30 bars of rest at a time.

-The exception is when he’s being featured in a concerto. Or if he decides to make music his career–then he’ll suck it up and do what he has to to get paid.

-Will absolutely refuse to teach lessons as his career. If he goes into music, he’s gonna be a musician. Not a babysitter.

-Might still tech for a marching band though as a way of making some extra money. It’s the closest thing he can get to drum corp without packing up and traveling with a group, so leaps at the opportunity.

-Getting paid to scream and act like a complete ass is just an added side benefit.

-“Center snare! Drop that stick again and you’re gonna be running after it when I hurl it across the lot.”

-“You call that an arc?!”

-“Frack another note trumpets. I dare you.”

-As much as his students like to complain, their improvement is unbelievable. They dominate at their next competition, all thanks to their overbearing instructor.

Midoriya:

-Clarinet player because this child works harder than people give him credit for.

-Starts out okay at his instrument. But what he lacks in talent he makes up for it in sheer willpower.

-You can’t convince me that this boy practices any less than four hours a day. And when he’s not playing, he’s definitely doing score study.

-Totally has perfect pitch.

-A music theory/history god. If anyone needs anything transposed or has no idea what’s going on in a piece, he’ll have this whole lecture prepared on the proper tuning of yada yada yada as it relates to Baroque era whoozit whatzit.

-He’s still a flake, albeit a much more apologetic one than Bakugo is. Midoriya at least tries to reschedule with people.

-His gig bag is like magic. He calls it being “prepared for anything,” but there is so much extra junk in there that everyone wonders how he even carries it around.

-And it’s not just normal clarinet stuff like cork grease or extra reeds either.

-I’m talking trumpet mutes. Rosin. Valve oil. How he acquired these things and why he has them is a mystery. But the less-prepared musicians are thankful either way.

-Likes band and orchestra. No real preference between the two.

-Will not play jazz though. He understands the chords and stuff, but the thought of improv terrifies him.

-Not that he can’t do it. He just prefers stuff that’s less spontaneous–more planned out. And for some reason, writing out each and every solo he plays doesn’t feel right. It feels like cheating. So he just says “nope.”

-Probably the most likely of his class to grow up and become a band/orchestra director.

-His passion is so infectious that some of it has to rub off on his students. And growing up around Bakugo, he’s definitely learned more than a couple things about dealing with problem children.

-He’s a total dork and his students know it. They think he’s uncool in the best way–like a geeky sort of parental figure.

-But my god, when they hear him play for the first time, they are shooketh.

-He takes out his clarinet to demonstrate the phrasing on one super technical line. And he’s just so casual about it, playing sixty-fourth notes at mad-quick tempos like it’s no big deal.

-Their jaws are on the floor. Suddenly, Midoriya-sensei seems a whole lot cooler.

Todoroki:

-An oboe player. Because you never know if he’s quiet, or completely unhinged.

-Started playing in middle school because the band director literally had no oboes, and Todoroki, being a quiet kid, seemed the least bothered by the idea.

-When his playing still sounds like a demon being summoned from the abyss after three months, he asks to switch to the french horn.

-His parents, already having spent, like, $200 on reeds and even more on lessons, refuse to let him.

-Eventually, he gets better. Heavy emphasis on eventually. It’s at least a year or two before he stops squawking.

-But once it clicks for him, holy hell, he is good. He’s got dozens of conservatories fighting over him, offering him full rides if he’ll study music with them.

-With an instrument as desirable as his is, he gets a lot of gig offers too.

-Has extremely low standards as far as the ones he takes. Will play in literally anything as long as it means he gets a) money, or b) free food.

-Outright refuses to teach though. Even if he ends up living the “starving musician” stereotype. Only takes performance jobs.

-Orchestral player all the way. Doesn’t like band because he thinks marches are too boring to sit through. Being doubled with the trumpet is also unbearable.

-Has a habit of pulling out his reed knives at very odd times.

-Like, there are better places to make reeds than at a bus stop. Or in the middle of having lunch out at an actual, dine-in restaurant.

-The first time he does it, Midoriya thinks it’s because he’s finally snapped and is about to go on a rampage.

-“I have a concert tonight,” Todoroki will say, totally deadpan. “I need a good reed.”

-In college, he’s the sort of person that goes into a practice room with the intention of practicing. Someone will find him napping behind the piano four hours later.

-Sucks at music history. And music theory. And piano. Needless to say, he visits Midoriya for tutoring. A lot.

-Him and Iida are buddies. They stay up later than they should, making reeds for hours.

-Iida kinda mothers him, even though they don’t even play the same instrument. Like, Todoroki is a capable, functioning adult 99% of the time. But Iida checks on him to make sure he’s on it for the other 1%.

-Seeing him play though, most people would never guess how much of a disaster this boy actually is. When he shows up, he shows up and plays his heart out.

-Even when he’s running on two hours of sleep, he’s one of the most musical people in the whole orchestra.

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