#zeki headcanons

[bubble-leaves]

If you're able would you mind trying friendship/relationship headcanons for zeki? I love your writing and it sucks that no one does anything for this sleezy space cat. Thanks is advance!

I sure can!

(I don't care what anybody says, this sleazeball needs to be romanceable or else.)

Zeki . . .

- is a completely confident tomcat until he accidentally falls in love

- isn’t the type to get noticeably flustered, of course, considering his salesman lifestyle, but he does feel his heart beat thunderously when you’re around

- is initially ashamed for being attracted to you, as he knows a relationship could be used against him if he got into bad blood with the cartels he works with, and you are too lovely to be put in that sort of danger — alas, you make him weak. Agh, this is all your fault!

- starts treating you a little differently when you come into the shop to buy things, i.e. giving you absurd discounts, giving you affectionate names, etc.

(“Oh, pumpkin, take back your coin, the sundrop lilies have been reduced to just 11 gold.”

“11 gold?! That’s half off, since when do you do half off prices?”

“Since, ehm . . . now?”)

- is surprised to see you in the Black Market at first, as he doesn’t really associate you with his illegal activities yet

- later confides in you with exclusive, private information about his trade deals and debts he’s in

- appreciates the advice and reassurance you give on such matters, but also in general

- invites you over to his place from time to time for tea and chat; the invites increase as you both get closer

- actually shows a bit of bashfulness when you give him gifts; he’s never been given meaningful gifts from anyone in Kilima, and gift-giving is his favorite love language

- obviously gives you gifts as well, half of them being highly illegal flow-infused materials and treasures

- will often touch you with innocuous gestures, like holding your shoulder, caressing your cheek, brushing hair out of your eyes, etc.

- can sometimes hear your heartbeat if it’s beating hard; his 4 ears make him sensitive to frequencies like it

- asks if he can brush your hair after a while of being in a relationship; why? Because Grimalkins value fur grooming in close bonds, and your hair is the closest he can get to his tradition with your physiology

- melts into you and purrs loudly whenever you pet or brush him back

- additionally values snuggling as a Grimalkin; listen, the culture in his blood loves cuddling up with his partner! Partners are the only people they can be so close and intimate with, after all

- “laughs” flatly and unenthusiastically when you spout feline jokes, but still thinks your delivery is adorable

- is lowkey a wonderful cook, although he mainly sticks to a pescatarian diet and cooks as such

- secretly writes to his ma about you like a smitten boy who fell in love for the first time

- will absolutely not get up before he normally does in the morning; if you have go somewhere before dawn, you’ll have to listen to him dramatically complain and moan about how cold the bed is without you and how he’s going to die if you don’t come back to sleep with him

- can’t sleep in, but he'll make it up to you by making you breakfast; he'll leave it upon the nightstand on your side of the bed for you

- will always kiss you goodbye, no matter where he’s going or where you’re heading off to

[rivvvyp]

What do we think about my objectively correct palia tierlist boys

[serenofroses]

Corellia planet story arc on Republic/Jedi faction would be interesting if they had special homeworld related dialogues for OCs who are Corellian.

[mantispire]

I want to learn more about Vine/Marrow!! Idk if it's already been asked but what would their ideal day out be like? Is it spending time at the park with their kid or shopping for clothes, snacks, etc.?

Hi - I don't think anything has been asked about Vine/Marrow yet... you must first know that they are one of my all-time OTPs and though I have a very developed set of headcanons on them, a lot are contingent on AUs and other things since I imagine in canon their relationship was never allowed to be very much before ( tragic spoiler event) .... but assuming this is in one of my AUs + they have the free time to do it I think here are a few things they would do on a day off...

-I think that if they are still Operatives / in the military a shared day off would mostly be spent indoors -- since they'd so rarely get the time I think it would be a big 'sitting in someone's place and getting food and talking and relaxing' day. If Moss exists she would of course share in these festivities as well....

-I think Marrow is a gamer and I think Vine likes to sit and watch him play even though he's never touched a video game in his life. I think he does competitive online stuff but also singleplayer. He is a console gamer. Moss will watch him play dark souls III.

-Vine and Marrow ( imo ) have a lot of differences in energy level/tolerance of like.. doing stuff in public HAHA I think Marrow could handle - for example - a big crowded day at the zoo with no problem but Vine might be wiped out by it so I think they'd do a lot of 'in between' stuff -- but I imagine Moss has her dad's energy levels so she would love the zoo.

-Like a park would be good... hiking. Lots of more 'intense' outdoors stuff. I think them hiking and camping is really cute especially with Moss. Without her I could see them doing rock climbing and other things that are more athletic. The idea of like extreme wilderness camping is SO cute to me -- them sharing one of those really small sleeping tents and cuddling to keep warm and everything + getting up early in the morning and making campfire coffee is so cute.

-I don't imagine they shop for fun a lot but grocery trips and other necessities exist which they'd both do... unless it's an AU close to canon where they just live in Atlas and probably have stuff delivered LOL. Ace Ops probably make a lot of money but I like to project a boring normal adult life onto them too sometimes.

If you read all this, thanks. I know they seem from the outside like some gag crackship but they mean a lot to me + I have so so much for both of them in my brain.

[autisticalastor]

Working on my Jel fic has led to the following headcanon:

Is a big hugger: Reth, Nai'o, Tish, Jina, Kenli, Auni, Delaila

Puts their hand on your shoulder when they want to tell you something Important: Hassian, Sifuu, Ashura, Hodari, Budruu

Will not initiate touch, but will accept it under the right circumstances: Eshe, Caleri, Kenyatta, Elouisa, Najuma, Hekla

Vibe checks you before deciding if they're gonna touch you in any way: Einar, Tamala, Zeki (all for wildly different reasons)

I think Jel's hang-up on touch was baked into him by being essentially Majiri nobility. He secretly craves physical affection, but he feels very Wrong about this and that's why he has those little mental hurdles to jump over before he'll be physically affectionate with you in any way.

Chayne gets his own section because he is also a big hugger but his hugs specifically give you the "unconditional acceptance" vibe.

~Spencer

[marsbutterfly]

I for one am delighted to see someone opening up AOT requests! I feel like I haven't seen anyone do so for a very long time.

I'd love any kind of short one-shot about Reiner with an s/o who doesn't want kids, like maybe y/n confessing to not wanting children and him actually being cool with it?

I get a little bummed out when so many Reiner things talk about him wanting children more than anything. Like, obviously fics and headcanons about him wanting kids are fine, but I don't think I've seen anyone (with exactly one exception) talk about him being content just to love and be loved by an s/o. One person even told me point blank that Reiner wouldn't be happy in a relationship with me if I don't want kids. Sheesh.

Yeah, We've All Heard That Before

Summary: One simple question from your future mother-in-law first thing in the morning is enough to derail your entire plans for breakfast.

a/n: hey zeki! it's been a while! thank you for sending in your request and for answering my questions. I hope I did it justice in some way ♡

warnings: just fluff, fem!reader, kissing, mentions of pregnancy, slight jeanpiku if you squint, reader doesn't want kids, mentions of anxiety, not beta read (we die like men ♡)

wc: 2.7k | wattpad! | ao3!

“Apparently, Pieck is pregnant,” Reiner says as he flips the pages of his newspaper. The rain pouring outside sets the perfect atmosphere for a cozy morning: no meetings, no angry phone calls, and especially no being apart from him. His voice is a bit raspy, telling you that he is struggling to stay awake but his efforts don’t go unnoticed.

“I will bet you $50 right now that it’s Kirstein’s,” you respond in the same tone of voice, a small hint of playfulness hiding behind the seriousness of your features. Even though you are facing the counter, focusing as you prepare your morning coffee, you can still hear Reiner choking slightly on his tea, a laughter muffled by the sounds of his coughing and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“Alright, I’ll take that bet,” he says after taking a couple of minutes to compose himself, enough time for you to start making some pancakes for breakfast. As soon as you hear his voice, you turn around to face him, your hand firmly gripping the handle of the pan, “I think it belongs to the boy who works down at the docks. He is always bringing her flowers when we come back from our trips and I’ve seen her sneak a couple of glances in his direction.”

You can’t help but laugh, “I don’t think she even remembers his name, but you got yourself a deal. Easiest $50 I have ever made.”

It’s Reiner’s turn to laugh, a delightful sound you grew more and more used to hearing now that the two of you were living together. Life after the rumbling wasn’t easy. While he found himself being an ambassador and dealing with business regarding the isle, you were quite happy making a life for the two of you back in what used to be Liberio. Though you had been spending most of your time alone, the moments you had the chance to be with Reiner truly were magical.

A comforting silence fills the kitchen, the only sounds you can hear are casual sippings coming from the table and the hissing of the pancake mix against the pan. For years, all you have ever wanted was to spend peaceful days such as these with the man you love. It has taken a while and the near destruction of all life on Earth, but you can finally relax and make him some breakfast.

You flip the pancakes a couple more times to make sure that they are perfectly golden on both sides before placing them on top of the stack, a bottle of syrup next to the plate. You readjust the stack slightly before turning around and taking a couple of steps forward, placing the plate in front of Reiner and for a second you could have sworn that you heard his stomach growling.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, a massive and gentle smile stamped on his face and you nod, making your way back to the stove to prepare some sort of breakfast meat. Though you fully expect him to start digging in, you can hear the chair moving backward and his heavy footsteps making their way toward you. 

A quiet giggle escapes from your chest once his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His breath on the back of your neck causes a few goosebumps to rise and you lean your head backward against him, “that tickles.”

The two of you stay in silence like that for what feels like forever and like not nearly enough time. His breathing is steady against your skin as he takes in the comforting scent of your favorite body wash. You can tell there is something on his mind that he is struggling to find the words to express, so you just wait patiently until he is ready.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and says what he’s been meaning to.

“My mother asked me the other day if we ever plan on having kids of our own,” he says quietly but, in that moment, you feel like he screamed the words at the top of his lungs. Your body goes stiff against his touch before a few trembles erupt, some of them nearly strong enough to cause you to drop the pan in your hand. Of course, this sudden shift doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he immediately tightens his grip around you, “Are you ok? Do you feel sick? Here, maybe you should sit down for a while.”

"What did you say?" You try to pretend the comment hasn't impacted you as much as it did, but the faltering in your voice is clear evidence that something is wrong. Your vision clouds slightly and you can barely make out his figure standing not too far from you.

The truth is that, even before you and Reiner got together, before you even met him, you had decided that you had no interest in having kids. Sure, the thought did cross your mind once the two of you started dating, but ultimately you decided that this life was not for you. The topic never quite came up so you didn’t have a reason to tell Reiner about it.

So now that the moment has come, now that it is time to have this conversation, you can’t help but panic. You have had this discussion in your mind a thousand times, overanalyzed every possible scenario, every little reaction he might have, and even planned out spots where the two of you could talk. But the kitchen first thing in the morning was not on your list.

His grip on your waist is firm as he guides you towards the dining table at the edge of the kitchen, your legs trembling slightly as you take several unsure steps. At this point, you aren’t even sure anymore if your body is the one doing the walking or if Reiner is just carrying you toward the seat.

There is a panic in his eyes that you haven’t seen in years and it makes your heart ache, “let me at least get you some water.” As he pulls away, your desperate hands grab hold of the edge of his shirt, your eyes fixated on the floor as he stands in place, unsure whether to turn around to face you or to continue moving towards the fridge.

“Stay,” you whisper and he nods. Silence once again fills the room, like the world might end if you even open your mouth to say a single word. Your heart beats a thousand miles per hour, 

He takes a seat next to you at the table, one hand touching your thigh while the other holds your own, his thumb brushing above your knuckles in a feather-like touch. His sheer presence is enough to soothe most of your worries, your anxiety melting away. Until he begins speaking again, that is.

“Please, tell me what is wrong,” he begs. The desperation in his eyes is genuine and you can see that he means well. The sound of his voice is so gentle, you could nearly mistake it for a lullaby. When your eyes remain on the ground and no words leave your mouth, he continues to plead, “I want… I… You can trust me. I love you so dearly. Have… Have I done something wrong?”

You widen your eyes and you desperately shake your head. The thought that he is blaming himself for how you are reacting to the situation nearly breaks your heart, the lump in your throat grows by the second as the words keep dying before they even have the chance to come out. 

“Y-You don’t understand,” you stutter, your body is still trembling and your voice is faltering, but you can’t let him feel guilty for something he didn’t do, “It’s not you! I-It has never been you!” “Then, please…” He flashes you with those hazel eyes, a wave of guilt and overwhelming love rushing over your body with every single beat of your aching heart, “Talk to me.”

“I’m… I.. R-Reiner, I…” You stutter, unable to fully express your emotions to him for the first time in who knows how long. But when he notices the slight tremble in your hands, he moves closer, his fingers lacing with yours before he places your palm above his heart, the careful beating slowly soothing your nerves, “I’m not sure… No, I AM sure that I don’t want children.”

In response, he lets go of your hand and stands up, taking a step back. You can feel your heart about to shatter, the tears threatening to fall down your face and your knees about to give out, but he lets out a laugh, a heartfelt laughter that comes from deep within his throat.

He finds himself bending over the table, his stomach hurting from laughing as he smacks his fist against the surface. You go through several emotions at once and so many questions go through your mind:

Confusion: “Why is he laughing? And why is he laughing so hard? Is the thought that you wouldn’t want kids so funny to him that he has to laugh to keep himself sane? You knew Reiner had always wanted children, but you hadn’t realized he wanted them bad enough that it would diminish his love for you?”

Anger: “Who the hell does he think he is to be behaving this way when you just shared such personal information and something you had kept to yourself for as long as you can remember? Does he think you are worth less just because you don’t want to be a mother? Or is he acting like this because you, God forbid, remind him of his own mother?”

Sadness: “Are you not good enough for him? Is he under the impression that your love for him can only be measured by how much you would like to have his children? Is he suddenly like your family, who always assumed you would change your mind whenever you fell in love with the “right man?”

Confusion again: “Why the FUCK is he laughing?”

You clench your jaw, fists tighten as your nails nearly dig into your palms, you can feel your face heating up while tears of frustration burn in your eyes. You want to yell at him, to give him a piece of his mind and storm right out of this kitchen, maybe even throw the pancakes at his face, but before you have the chance to do anything, he speaks.

“That’s it?” He asks, his certain footsteps in your direction closing the distance between your bodies before his meaty arms come crashing against your waist, “Oh, I thought you were going to tell me that you don’t love me anymore or that you had an affair. No, I don’t care about having kids.”

His words catch you off guard, the whiplash being so intense that you find yourself stumbling backward towards the chair once again before taking a seat. Your voice dies in your throat repeatedly before you finally gather up enough courage to speak, “B-but… I’ve seen the way you act around children, the way all the women around us are constantly telling you what a great father you would be.”

Moving at a gentle pace, almost as if you were an injured and scared animal, Reiner takes your hand in his, his thumb gently brushing above your knuckles as his warm smile never falters. You can tell he is doing the best he can to bring you any sort of comfort in this moment and you can’t help but allow your heart to be filled with gratitude.

“It would be nice to have a kid of my own, especially after basically raising Gabi and Falco but,” he brings your hand up to his lips and plants a gentle kiss on your skin, “I would only ever want a child with the woman I love and, well, that happens to be you.”

You can’t help but allow a small sob to leave your lips, a sudden wave of guilt about to rush over you, a fear that you are holding him back from having something he had always desired. But before your spiral can get too far down, he brings one of his hands towards your cheek, his fingers brushing a couple tears out of the way as he continues to speak.

“A child between us is theoretical,” he whispers, “but the love I have for you is the most real thing I have ever known in my entire life. And if having a life with you means no kids, then that’s fine by me. The only thing I have ever needed has been and it will always be your love.”

His hand gently touches your cheek, the warmth of his body calling your name as you take a step closer. Your arms gain a mind of their own and immediately wrap themselves around his neck, earning a delighted and approving hum from him. His palms move from your face as they find their way towards your waist, holding onto the bones of your hips tightly.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, desperate for your consent, a hint of fear behind his deep voice. You nod, a smile taking over your features as you place your forehead against his. He tightens his grip around you, enough that it might leave marks, terrified that you will disappear the second you are out of his reach. 

The minute your lips touch, the whole world seems to stop. Your kiss fits together like two pieces of a perfect puzzle, meant to be together side by side as they form a clear picture of happiness. His beard prickles your face and usually, you would consider the feeling a nightmare, but for some reason, it feels ever so comforting at this moment.

The tip of his tongue brushes against yours, teasingly asking for entrance. Not an ounce of sexual tension between the two of you at this moment, just two souls who were meant to be together, two hearts that beat at the same pace.

Reiner’s lips are soft, a direct contrast with the roughness of his hands. His blonde hair gently rests against his forehead, though it does touch your own the deeper the kiss gets, tickling your skin in a comforting manner. His breath tastes like toothpaste still and that is the only thing that serves as a reminder of the freshly made breakfast that awaits the two of you.

So you pull away reluctantly, still peppering his lips in kisses before you take a seat at the table. You can see a pout forming on his face but, when you point at the food, it immediately turns into a warm and excited smile.

“Is there a reason why you don’t want kids?” He asks, taking a seat at the table and taking a sip out of his drink. You lift your eyes to meet his, his hand scratching his chin and you can hear the scratchy sound of the small patches of beard that are beginning to form around his face. There is no judgment whatsoever in his voice.

“Not really,” you respond, bringing the coffee mug towards your lips while handing him the syrup, “I just never found the idea appealing. Do you think your mom will have a problem with that?”

He thinks for a moment before shaking his head, “I think she understands the feeling of ‘not wanting to be a mother’ better than anyone I know.” There’s an underlying hint of sadness in his tone, the air filling with the sounds of the fork and knife colliding against the plate as he takes a bite of his food, so you rub your foot against his shin. Once he swallows and flashes you a smile, he continues, “Besides, it’s not like it would be her baby, anyway. She’ll learn how to deal.”

You can’t help but chuckle, a warm sensation forming in your chest as you realize just how much he loves you. Reiner loves you just for who you are: every flaw, every talent, every random knowledge you tell him at three in the morning, every little detail. To him, you are and will always be more than enough.

[random-trash-roli]

I have a Headcanon that Hassian and Jel are able to see the things that us as players see, but don't know why it happens.

Carefully folding the fabric, Jel's thoughts wander to his latest design. He's trying to create a garment that captures the essence of the village's tranquil evenings, with the sunset's warm embrace reflected in the material. The whispers of the willow trees add a serene backdrop to his contemplation. He looks up to see a human wearing a hotdog costume fishing at the lake in the distance. A sigh escapes his lips. "Why did those ridiculous hotdog costumes have to become so popular?"

Raising an eyebrow at the human in the costume, he turns to Jel. "You seem… displeased with your creation."

With a huff, Jel sets the fabric aside. He runs a hand through his hair, the silver streaks glinting in the fading light. "It was a jest, a whimsical jest! Now every now and then I see someone wearing it like it's the height of fashion. It's… it's embarrassing. How did something so trivial become so…" He trails off, his voice thick with irritation.

Hassian's gaze remains on the human in the hotdog costume, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "They do seem to have an… acquired taste for the unusual, don't they?" He says, his tone mildly amused. "Just like how the humans love to bother me when I clearly state how much I despise interacting with them."

Jel's eyes narrow slightly as he picks up the fabric again, his deft fingers resuming their work. He glances over at the human in the costume before speaking. "It's not just the costumes, they also seem really odd. Sometimes, when they look into my mirrors at the shop, they can change their voices, their eye color, even their body type. I don't even know how they do it. It's like magic, but… mundane. Like they're playing dress-up with their very beings." He shakes his head, the awe in his voice tinged with confusion. "It's fascinating, really. And slightly terrifying."

Hassian's smirk fades, his eyes thoughtful as he watches Jel's nimble fingers dance over the fabric. "One time I saw a human phase halfway through the floor in the inn and get stuck. They then vanished, appearing outside the inn. They are just weird." He tilts his head, his curiosity piqued. "But some of the others here are weird too, one time I saw zeki moving around without moving his legs. He was just standing, but somehow gliding across the town square, and Ashura, the innkeeper, gliding across the town while doing push-ups. It was… disturbing. Zeki and Ashura weren't aware that that even happened and just looked at me like I was crazy."

Jel snickers at the image of Zeki and Ashura's unexplained abilities, a rare moment of mirth lighting up his eyes. "How? If I just started to glide across town I think that would be something I'd notice." He shakes his head. "This has only happened since the first human arrived, causing chaos and confusion. It's like they brought a whirlwind of… of… I don't know what. It's like they're not even aware of the natural order of things."

With a sigh, he crosses his arms over his chest. "Indeed, it's as if they don't realize we're all just trying to live our lives here. But then again, we all have our peculiarities, don't we?" His gaze shifts to Jel, watching the fabric come alive in his hands. "What is it you're working on, Jel?"

Looking down at the fabric in his hands, Jel's thoughts drift to the task at hand. "A new design, something that embodies the tranquility of this place. I want to capture the feeling of the lake at dusk, the way the light plays on the water and the shadows dance." He unfolds the fabric slightly, revealing a pattern of purples and blues that mimic the lake's surface. "But it's difficult to focus with all these… aberrations." He looks to the side to see a human pick a flower and walk away, only the flower that they picked is still there, untouched.

Hassian nods solemnly, his eyes following the same path as Jel's. "The balance of nature is delicate, and it seems these newcomers are as clumsy as they are curious. They disrupt the very fabric of our world." He looks back at Jel, his expression contemplative. "Plus, some of them are kinda creepy. A few keep getting close to my face, somehow phasing through me. It's unnerving."

Jel shivers slightly, a look of unease crossing his face. "Indeed, the way they just pop in and out… it's as if reality itself has gone haywire." He refolds the fabric, the colors of the design blending into one another as he does so. "But tell me, have you noticed anything… different in the village lately? Something that seems almost… magical?"

He furrows his brow, his gaze searching the distant horizon as if the answer might be written in the clouds. "Magical? No, not really. Unless you count how humans are able to carry thousands of fish at a time without bending under the weight. That seems rather… unnatural."

Jel's eyes widen as he spots a human wearing an outfit that seems eerily familiar. It's one of his most intricate designs, a witch outfit that creates the illusion of snowfall around the wearer. "Hassian, look there." He points to the human with a mix of pride and bewilderment. "It's one of my creations. It's like… snow is falling around them, even though it's the middle of summer. How peculiar."

Hassian's gaze follows Jel's finger to the human adorned in the peculiar outfit. "Ah, yes. The snowfall effect. Quite the spectacle." He pauses, his expression thoughtful. "But I wonder, Jel, have you noticed anything else… strange about them? They pay in this peculiar currency, don't they? The gold coins that appear out of nowhere and then vanish again."

Jel nods, his eyes darkening slightly. "Yes, but they seem to be unable to pay me in those gold coins that everyone else uses. It's always these… blue ones. I don't know where they come from, but they're the only currency they have for my services." He frowns, the fabric momentarily forgotten in his hands. "And it's not just the currency. Their behavior is… erratic. Sometimes they're here, sometimes they're not, without any explanation. It's as if they're ghosts, flitting in and out of existence."

Hassian nods in understanding. "I've noticed that as well. And the way their voices cut out or their bodies lag when they move." He pauses, a sigh escaping him. "It's like trying to converse with a poorly made marionette." He picks up a small pebble, skipping it across the lake's surface, watching the ripples expand. "But their strange ways shouldn't concern us too much, should they?"

Jel's gaze lingers on the human in the witch costume, his mind racing with thoughts. "I suppose not. But it's hard to ignore when it affects my work, my livelihood." He sighs, setting the fabric aside. "These blue coins… they're unlike anything I've ever seen before. They don't seem to hold the same value as our gold, yet they're all they have to offer."

He turns to Jel, his eyes reflecting the concern in his voice. "Perhaps it's their way of showing us what's truly important to them. Like a sort of… token of appreciation for our craftsmanship." He looks back at the water, the pebble skipping forgotten. "Though, I must admit, I've noticed something peculiar with the animals too. Sometimes, they vanish in mid-step, only to reappear a moment later as if they never left."

Frowning, Jel taps his chin with his index finger, contemplating. "It's as if the very fabric of our world is… unraveling. Or perhaps we're just seeing the threads we've been ignoring all along." He takes a deep breath, watching the human in the witch costume fade into the twilight. "Well, I suppose we can't change the tapestry of fate, only how we weave ourselves into it."

With a nod, Hassian stands up, brushing off his trousers. "You're right, Jel. We have our duties, and their oddities are their own burdens to bear." He glances back at the lake, the last rays of sunlight casting a golden hue over the water. It's only then that Hassian realizes that tau has been stuck in a sitting position next to him for a while, not moving at all. "Tau," he calls out gently, "are you okay?"

The plumehound starts suddenly, as if snapping out of a trance. He looks up at his master with a tilt of his head, tail wagging slightly, barking once, he seems to be back to normal.

Jel watches the exchange with a mix of relief and confusion. "It seems Tau was just as lost in thought as we were." He stands up as well, dusting off his impeccable trousers. "Well, I suppose we all have our peculiarities to deal with."

Hassian nods, his gaze lingering on the lake before he turns to Jel. "Indeed. We must each find our place in this… altered reality." He offers a hand to help Jel to his feet, his grip firm but gentle. "We've had our share of strange occurrences today. Perhaps we should both return to our respective domains and ponder these mysteries in private."

With a nod, Jel takes the offered hand and rises gracefully. "That seems prudent. Thank you for the company, Hassian." He tucks the fabric into his pocket, the colors of the lake at dusk still reflected in his eyes. "Perhaps tomorrow we'll find more answers or… more puzzles to solve." He offers a small, wry smile.

Hassian returns the smile, though it's tinged with a hint of skepticism. "I wouldn't hold your breath, Jel. The humans are as fickle as the changing seasons." He looks down at Tau, who seems to have fully recovered from his strange daze. "But who knows, maybe they'll bring us more intriguing mysteries to ponder." He claps a hand on Jel's shoulder. "Rest well, and may your needle find true in the morning."

With the last of the sun's light fading away, the two friends part ways, Jel heading back to his tailor shop and Hassian to his grove. The whispers of the willow trees are replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the shore as the lake starts to calm for the night. The village of Kilima goes about its evening routines, the peculiarities of the day tucked away like the setting sun.

[cricketgutz]

it's mostly prevalent in Zeki and White but I like to take my friends gripes about certain representation/misconceptions and make those major traits in my characters as representation. like for White, I hear my friends frustrations about how people think lesbians are "so tender and sweet and never think about sex" and are still expected to take on motherly roles with their friends and each other- so now I give my lesbian and sapphic friends a little fucked up jack-russell-terrier-like horny lesbian as an offering. I feel kinda lame about Zeki as representation, since yet another "confident feminine gay man" is a drop in the bucket, but I always think it's lame when someone* is gender nonconforming and people insist they Must be in the closet or will come out as trans any day now. As a trans guy, I would like to wear women's clothes occasionally while still being viewed as a man, the same courtesy should be given to cis folks too. His confidence and enjoying being a man is important for the character and to me

(*"someone" being real people, headcanoning fictional characters as trans is typically fine and probably healthy and correct actually)

[papihomo]

RWBY Ethnicity headcanons because why not!

Tyrian Callows - Lebanese, I mean his name comes from the Lebanese city of Tyre and that makes sense.

Coco Adel - Belgian, I mean she just gives me Belgian energy idk why

Weiss Schnee + The Entire Schnee Family - Swiss-German, it makes sense, okay like Jacques has a French name and in Switzerland the main languages are French, German & Italian.

Nora Valkyrie - Norwegian, its basically canon

Oscar Pine - Moroccan & Bedouin + Scottish & Irish, I totally think he's Maghrebi like YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND OKAY.

Professor Port - Hate that man, literally identical to my Bio Teacher, probably German because my Bio Teacher was German.

Mercury Black - Scottish-American, he just is.

Trivia "Neopolitan" Vanille - Neapolitan & Corsican

Roman Torchwick - Sicilian

The Belladonnas - Its of course canon that they are Indigenous, Ghira is on Chief & Council, need I say more? Anyways I have a feeling they would be from the Pacific Northwest, more specifically they would be Gitxsan.

Hazel Rainart - German + Assyrian, he kinda reminds me of the Sumerian folk hero Gilgamesh who stems from what is now Modern day Iraq.

Emerald Sustrai - Basque + Sudanese & Arab, her surname is basque, her allusion is Ali Baba/Aladdin and she seems to be of african descent as well so honestly she could be Basque, Sudanese and Arab.

Elm Ederne - Afro-Dominican + Mongolian, need I say more.

Vine Zeki - Tibetan + Japanese, Need I say more.

Harriet Bree, Afro-Jamaican + Cambodian, its my headcanon.

Marrow Amin - Paternally Ethiopian & Ugandan, Maternally Indigenous Australian & Greenlandic, his surname "Amin" is of Arabic origin but is prevalent in Uganda as a couple of my Ugandan friends from 9th grade had that exact surname, also his weapon being a boomerang could point to him being Indigenous Australian {Also the Faunus being very clearly Indigenous} & Greenlandic.

Clover Ebi - Turkish, that man is Turkish, okay? HES TURKISH TO ME.

Qrow & Raven Branwen - Welsh & Breton, need I say more.

Sage Ayana - Yoruba, one of my Nigerian friends presented me with this headcanon and now I hold onto it dearly.

[instaquarius]

For Full Resolution

If anyones curious I already explained here in the description for why I have the Tao Trio, X & Y duo as part of the Pokemon Arceus created/technically his "children"

but basically me (and a friend who's helped me with the AU since the entire AU was originally based off an RP we were doing) headcanon Arceus had most likely created more pokemon other than just Mew, The Creation Trio and Lake Trio.

So for PTA (PokeTale: Ascendance) I have it as the Tao trio and X/Y duo were among those, especially since "Gods of Death & Life" kinda sounds like would be on the same power scale as like- The Gods of Time, Space and Antimatter tbh

And "Gods of Truth and Idealism" sorta sounds would be on the Lake Trios powerscale sooo ye-

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Anyways, randomly felt like, since I'd never drawn Reshi, Kyurem, Zekrom, Xerneas and Yveltal before (or the whole fam) in a while that I would along with Chara and Zero (kid form)

And also Smoltina, cuz clone of Giratina (even though Smol kinda thinks of Gira as his papa, and Chara as his mama, purely because it's mainly Chara who's been raising him) *even though I suppose technically his "mama" would actually be Mewtwo since he's the one that created the cloned Gira in the first place, as explained here

but anyways, Smol is always with Chara and they're never seperate so i just decided to add him too-

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From Oldest to Youngest:

Giratina, Palkia, and Dialga (all three technically hatched from their eggs at the exact same time) though Gira popped out of his egg a couple seconds before Palkia and Dialga. Palkia and Dia were then born shortly after at the same time, but in terms of Personalities and how they carry themselves: Palkia is teeeeeechnically the middle child, and Dialga is the youngest. but both Palki and Dia were born at the literal exact same time.

Note: Everyone after the Creation Trio was created as an adult. The Creation Trio however were created as newborns/infants that Arceus himself basically raised for around a millenia until they were old enough to have their own dimensions and become the Gods they were meant to be.

Mesprit, Uxie and Azelf are the second born trio (also born at the exact same time, a couple years or so after the Creation Trio) Uxie is the eldest however in terms of personaity, then followed by Azelf then Mesprit

Chara Arc is then brought over to the Pokemon world from UNDERTALE (Though she thinks herself older than the Creation Trio since she's known them since they were babies) but technically they and the Lake Trio's older than her by at least a couple decades or so.

Xerneas and Yveltal are born a few hundred or thousand years after this, once the Earth was at a more stable position to support and hold Life on it then Arceus creates these two at roughly the same time. Xerneas acts as the older between the two

Mew is created basically a few hundred years after the X,Y duo

The Original Dragon is then also created at least a few millions of years after once Humans started existing and more and more pokemon started to appear thanks to efforts of the Mew species and a few fossil pokemon such as Anorith and so on. Around 1,000 years before the Present time, The Original Dragon splits off into three due to a War creating: Reshiram, Zekrom and Kyurem. When they split, Kyurem appeared as fully grown, however both Reshi and Zeki ended up as babies after the split, leaving Kyurem alone to raise them both however until Arceus and the others had eventually found them.

Zero is then adopted into the family (Basically the villain from the Giratina and the Sky Warrior movie) Because, although Chara WAS furious with Zero and what he'd tried to do to her brother, she also saw a bit of herself within him and how she used to be like, before meeting the Creation Trio and Arceus adopting her and stuff. And she sees if what Zero did could have even been what she would have done if she was in his shoes and no one had saved her from her abusive human parents etc. So after meeting him again post-movie, after his time in Jail and he he'd gotten therapy and even moved to Paldea (where he was basically hitting it off with Iono for quite some time. And yes before anyone asks, I crack ship Iono and Zero cuz of the Magnemite connection. Shush. And getting to know and eventually forgiving him, she wanted to give Zero a chance to be happy and have a better life and eventually he also got adopted by Arceus after some time (and Giratina long having forgiven him too for basically the same reason Chara did) long story short.

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For PokeTale: Ascendance

An AU based off of an RP between me and a friend of mine from my discord server discord.gg/pQf9ZsdF6E where the Creation Trio as babies (a time they all cant really fully control their powers and junk) accidentally create a portal into the Undertale Universe and meet Chara and basically Arceus finds Chara and adopts her after finding out about her shitty human parents and Chara ends up helping Arceus raise the babies and basically lives in the Pokemon Universe now ------------------------- Also if you're curious about the AU just follow the tag below for some other stuff I've posted about it, or you can read the one-shot I'd wrote how it all started here

[bubble-leaves]

Could you write out some reth headcanons please? I don't care what it's about, I just want more content about the silly little soup man. Have a good day!

who doesn't want more of this adorable rascal?! ❤️

Reth . . .

- thinks all about you during his shift at the bar

- often checks the distant windows to see if you just so happen to pass by the inn

- is unafraid of physical affection; he's all yours, and he'll let you know

- is a touchy-feely guy himself, so prepare!

- often rambles to Zeki and Ashura about you, just literally anything about you (Ashura thinks it's endearing, but Zeki can't stand the sap)

- is usually sleep deprived but tries to maintain his energy for you

- falls asleep in literal minutes if he lays down with you, ESPECIALLY if he's in your arms

- always knows what will fluster you and catch you off guard; is a suave and occasionally smug flirt

- LOVES making you blush and speechless, it's practically the life in his lungs

- loves making you breakfast. And yes, he makes more than just soup; he loves using the pancake recipe that's in the baking cookbook you gifted him around the time you were beginning to know each other

- is always taken aback when you do acts of service for him or reciprocate his thoughtfulness; his face always becomes pinker, but he tries to keep his cool

- wants nothing more than to fall apart in your arms after a long day

- loves quietly discussing his day with you as you hold him and caress his back. He shows a different, deeply hidden part of himself when you're both like this; he's hushed, genuine, and totally encapsulated in the moment

- secretly chats with Jel and Tish about you

- doesn't like to get drunk, at least, not REALLY drunk, despite working at the bar

- is a laughing/crying emotional drunk

- melts on the inside when you bring him meals during his shift

- LOVES LOVES LOVES when you come to visit him during his break in his storeroom; you're his favorite source of energy recharging

- is lowkey (highkey honestly) protective of you and worries about your safety often, especially when you're on perilous quests

- bakes small cakes or a batch of cookies for you when you're feeling blue

- is overrall a sly dog and sweet boyfriend that's *obsessed* with everything about you

[progenyofthephoenix]

Headcanons Master List

Bachelors-

🐠Einar🐠

Pebbles,

🏹Hassian🏹

Storytime,

💎Hodari💎 (fight me on this)

coming soon

🪡Jel🪡

coming soon

🥕Nai'O🥕

coming soon

🥘Reth🥘

coming soon

Bachelorettes-

🔬Jina🔬

coming soon

💍Kenyatta💍

coming soon

🥀Tamala🥀

coming soon

🛠️Tish🛠️

coming soon

Villagers-

🪚Ashura🪚

coming soon

🪲Auni🪲

coming soon

🌱Badruu🌱

coming soon

📚Caleri📚

coming soon

🐉Chayne🐉

coming soon

🥧Delaila🥧

coming soon

🔍Elouisa🔍

coming soon

👑Eshe👑

coming soon

🪷Hekla🪷

coming soon

🥪Kenli🥪

coming soon

🎆Najuma🎆

coming soon

👾Sifuu👾

Storytime,

🦴Tau🦴

coming soon

💰Zeki💰

coming soon

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Request Rules/Who I Write For/Masterlist Link

 Hello hello! the name’s Siren and here’s the post where you can see what you can request, who I write for, and eventually a masterlist as I start putting up requests and my own little writing blurbs! You’ll Find all my Hogwarts Legacy and RWBY fics on the masterlists and the tags #Siren HL and #Siren RWBY

Masterlists:

Hogwarts Legacy RWBY (Coming Soon)

Fandoms I Write For (Might Expand Eventually):

Hogwarts Legacy

RWBY

What I’ll Write:

x Reader (GN will be the default if not specified, but I will write fem/masc reader focus if requested!)

Platonic

Poly

Non-Explicit Mature Themes (teasing explicit themes, but not actual smut will be written)

Headcanons

Ships

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff ( I love fluff with all my heart ;) )

What I WON’T Write:

Works glorifying S/A themes

Rape/Non-Con themes

Abusive themes (I can elude to pat experiences but will never explicitly write works with abuse being the focus)

Smut

Illegal age gaps

Incest

Hateful content that paints another character in bad light (ex: “Can you write something where [sweet character] does [bad thing] to [sweet character] and reader helps them through it?”)

Extremely dark themes

Hogwarts Legacy Characters:

Poppy Sweeting

Natsai Onai

Samantha Dale

Imelda Reyes

Anne Sallow

Garreth Weasley

Ominis Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow

Note: I’d love to write for every Hogwarts Legacy character! But on Tumblr, there is a heavy focus on Sebastian, Ominis and Garreth (Mainly the two Slytherin). So I don’t discourage requesting them, but please do send requests for our lovely women in the game :)

RWBY Characters:

Team RWBY:

Ruby Rose

Weiss Schnee

Blake Belladonna

Yang Xiao-Long

Team JNPR:

Jaune Arc

Pyrrha Nikos

Nora Valkyrie

Lie Ren

Team CFVY

Coco Adel

Fox Alistair

Velvet Scarletina

Yatsuhashi Daichi

Team SSSN(N)

Sun Wukong

Scarlet David

Sage Ayana

Neptune Vasilias

Nolan Porfirio

Atlas ACE-OPs

Clover Ebi

Marrow Amin

Vine Zeki

Harriet Bree

Elm Ederne

Others:

Winter Schnee

Emerald Sustrai

Penny Polendina

Ilia Amitola

Neo

[mantispire]

For your ship asks, I'd love to hear some Vine x Marrow and/or Raven x Glynda headcanons 💕

OK well... You opened the OTP box... I will keep it brief with both of these so I don't bore every single person that reads to death but I could go on about both of these ships for millennia.

VINEMARROW -

-They fell for one another over a few years of being on the Ops together -- they didn't go to Atlas together or anything since Vine is a little older, and they didn't really know much of one another until they worked together.

-It was both fast and slow. A lot of longing + obviously it is against the team's principles to even get too /friendly/ let alone anything more, especially with the team shaken by a recent loss etc etc... so neither of them knew the other had any feelings for a really long time.

-I imagine a lot of small things.. excuses to go on missions together, lots of sparring, etc.. any excuse to make any kind of contact. Like the worst longing of any rwby ship ever.

-Since Vine is typically so inexpressive and good at hiding his feelings Marrow knew really quickly that something was up though... like Vine laughing at his stupid jokes and Marrow is like, okay Vine has literally never laughed at anything before. I think he likes me.

-I have a whole AU where Vine survives / v7+8 are different and they have a kid together and then get married. Her name is Moss and she is my everything + she is their everything also. There is so much more to all of this but it's already getting too long sorry.

-Marrow's mom ( who we also have an OC for ) loves Vine so much. I think she is a big part of Marrow's personal life and she adores Vine. OK sorry stopping myself before I keep going. I am literally carrying vinemarrow on my shoulders forever.

GLYNDARAVEN -

-Went to Beacon together....you can imagine their dynamic. Glynda being so annoyed that she works so hard to be a good student + STRQ getting special treatment isn't lost on her, so she has a really heavy rivalry with all of them, Raven especially. She won't think about why though.

-Lots of frustration on both ends but despite it they start to get close... late night studying together for exams..competing on missions... getting coffee at midnight in the library...shoulder-checking eachother in the halls and then blushing about it... imagine it.

-Finally during Beacon's dance during the Vytal festival in their final year Glynda confronts Raven outside and kisses her... Raven kisses her back and then shoves her away and they don't speak again.

-It's years and years and they go on their separate paths -- first Raven working for Ozpin, then the mission with Summer, then Raven's fleeing. Glynda stays at Beacon as a professor and then as headmistress, working alongside Ozpin, and she starts receiving letters....

-I think they both miss eachother so painfully and despite their clashing ideals they cant stay away from one another. Glynda and Raven are both so so intelligent that neither of them can get the best of the other in a debate; they're the only ones that feel like they're enough to handle each other and it's true... they have a lot of angst and also can be so cute I think. I could talk about them for years they are so underrated. I think Glynda could have fixed Raven

-Raven coming to Glynda's window at night and Glynda shoos her away but relents and lets her in and they hold each other and cry.

OK this is so long sorry. I can not emphasize the amount of thoughts I have about both of these ships but I kept it as small as I could sorry. (runs away)

[sukipershipper]

I want to hear your Bald Bull hcs he is my beloved

YOU AND ANON BOTH ASKED FOR IT! SO YOU'RE GETTING IT!! BALDA BALDA BALD BULL TIME BABY!

Bald Bull Headcanons:

(WARNING: Implied Murder)

Bald Bull is another one with a shitty childhood (which seems to be a recurring theme for a few) He and his little brother were subject to a very angry aggressive father and a mother who didn't even know they existed for the longest time

Bull was a very aggressive kid in of himself, influenced somewhat by his father's aggressive nature, but he had slightly better control of it, juggling trying to be a good big brother and managing his asshat of a dad.

Eventually, Bull couldn't take it anymore and after his dad attacked Zeki (his little brother) he charged him and bashed him straight through a wall into a field of bulls (and you can see where this is going...)

Bull and Zeki ran after a tourist reported the incident and fled into Istanbul, only to be separated when they planned to go to the coast and leave for the states

Bull doesn't keep regular contact with Zeki, as he is now a convict, but he tries his best to keep a good eye on him. They do a few meetups here and there with the protection of the WVBA allowing them to see each other as much as they want.

Bull is a pretty chill guy a lot of the time, definitely mellowed out in his adult years, however, he does have his moments so best be on guard

He only lets a select few people touch him, and an even smaller amount of people hug him

Hates Paparazzi and specifically asks to make sure he gets no press or fans bothering him. It is both physically and mentally distressing for him

A lot of angst for this guy, gonna lighten it up: He loves Popinsky.

Him and Soda basically got on the first few minutes of meeting each other and Soda is the only person Bull feels totally comfortable letting loose around

He is almost always in the gym, though sometimes you will see him get dragged out onto a field to do some tackling, just for funsies.

He may or may not be in love with the granddaughter of Benny boy but I cannot confirm that or he will kill me

Honestly not too bad when it comes to singing. It isn't amazing but it isn't grating either. Just don't ask him to do it in public

Cannot cook to save his life but he has a VERY high spice level tolerance.

Mans is a masochist and rivals Aran a lot of the time.

The only man to ever make Mr Sandman jump or get a fright. He wears that badge with pride along with a few broken bones

[fusionbolts]

headcanon; yo I honestly forgot I had this banner. Anyway, we're going to review the Isshu language headcanons, because bitches will make up a whole gd conlang instead of doing replies or fixing their busted-ass blog. We're doing this in two parts: first, pronunciation and grammar rules, and second, phrases and words. This will likely be a masterpost that I update if I ever decide to invent even more phrases in the future. So without further ado, let's get on with the show.

Pronunciation

Firstly: Isshu does have its own alphabet, as seen in the Abyssal Ruins. We're not gonna fuck around with that here because it's inconvenient, and also I lost the font I used to have that let me type with those symbols. lmao.

The rules as written here can be considered a guide for transliteration of the language with the Modern (Unown?) Alphabet. Most letters do map more or less directly to the modern equivalent, with a few exceptions:

K is used for hard-C sounds, so Cat becomes Kat.

C is used for soft-C and S sounds, such as in Certainty. Sat becomes Cat.

S exclusively represents the "sh" sound, so Shop becomes Sop.

The "ch" sound is not used; any instances of "ch" are replaced with an "sh" sound. Check becomes Sheck, which is spelled Sek.

A and O are both pronounced with their short vowel sound at the beginning and end of a word, and their long sound when used elsewhere (as in Act, Object, Cake, Tow.)

E and I are both pronounced with their long vowel sounds at the beginning of the world, and their short sound when used elsewhere (as in Each, Ice, Met, Knit)

U takes the place of the long "oo" sound, such as in you, so "too" becomes "tu", "new" becomes "nu"

Q is used exclusively for the "kw" sound as in queen, quest, or quirk (spelled qen, qact, and qirk)

Y is used in place of short u sound, "uh", but is still pronnounced with the actual y-sound, making it "yuh." "undue" would be yndu, "yun-doo", and "unite" would be something like "yunet".

X is always used as a "ks" sound, as in "extreme", so "socks" would become "cox," (yes, yes, laugh it up), and pronounced more like "soaks".

Grammar Rules

To make a word plural, add -i to the end, the same way you would use "s". Metaphysical concepts and certain natural phenomenon are typically always plural.

"RES" (resh) means fire, while "RESI" (reshi) means flames. "ZEKI" (zek-ee), meaning lightning, is always plural.

Adding an "-a" to the end of a word denotes ownership, with the object that is owned being the word to which the "a" is added. This is also an extremely common practice for names and locations.

"ARMONI," is the origin of the word "harmony". "ARMONIA," more or less means "of harmony."

"EN" (een) is a particle USUALLY equivalent to "the" or sometimes "that", denoting a Specific Thing, however, it serves other uses. There is no particle equivalent to "a" as it would be used to refer to something non-specific. Instead, the plural version of the item is used.

"Give me a pencil," meaning "give me any pencil," would be translated as "give me pencils," while "give me that/the pencil," meaning "give me the specific pencil" would translate as-is, using "en".

“NOS” (nosh) is a particle meaning “and,” or “along with”.

Adding -N to a trait is similar, but instead refers to a person or object in possession of a trait (e.g., to be blonde vs to be a blonde; to have honor vs to be honorable), and acts as a title. Metaphysical traits typically end in -I, but physical traits do not, so in the case of the latter, the suffix to make it a noun is "-AN" This almost literally means "in possession of." Another, albeit slightly rarer form of this is "-IX," meaning "made of".

"DEVI" (deh-vee) is a word meaning light, honor, warmth (in personality), etc. "DEVIN" refers to an honorable person. "REMI" (rem-ee) means protection, guidance, or guardianship; "REMIN" literally translates as guardian or guide, but also means monarch or leader.

Likewise, to turn an adjective or concept into a verb, use "-R" or "-IR".

"KONI" (con-ee) means movement or energy. "KONIR" (con-ear) means to spread or move.

Isshu has many words with double meanings, where objects are often named for the trait or action they are associated with. This means that a lot of non-proper nouns, primarily those referring to objects, end in -ir, -in/-an, or-ix. The “en” particle is used in front of nouns to distinguish as such.

For example: “SIR” (sheer) is a word meaning “ascend or go up.” SIR also refers to a spire, tower, or other Tall Construction. So to say “climb the tower,” you would say “sir en sir.”

Isshu does not have a past or future tense, only present. To indicate that something already happened, or that something will happen, a person would add an indicator of time.

For example, "I moved," would be translated as something like "I [am moving] before now."

Double letters (such as in pass, commit) are not used, so "Isshu" is actually spelled "ISYU"

Pronouns

Pronouns become a bit tricky. First person is fairly self explanatory, and similar enough to in English:

I becomes U (oo). Me becomes UN (oon), which literally means “the self,” and myself, “UNA,” (oon-uh) literally meaning “of the self”. UNA is also used in place of “I am.”

Because ownership is denoted on the object, there is no equivalent to “mine” or “my”. To say “that [specific object] is mine,” you would say, “UNA ENA,” which literally translates that is of myself. To say that you are performing an action, put the verb before “una” — so “I am moving” is “KONIR UNA,” literally “moving of myself”.

There is no plural “you,” in Isshu. Commands (just like in English) can be issued without the need to address a specific person (again, “grab me the pencil” would be a command issued to a general group of people, or if speaking only to one person, there is no need to identify who the command is for.) A statement would be made in the same way, without specifying to whom it is addressing. The “you all” is implied, so saying something like “you are all doing a good job,” you would instead say something like, “[to be doing] a good job,” with the adjective having an -a appended to indicate that it is a trait of the verb. So it would translate literally as, “a good job of [doing]”.

Singular “you,” much like in English, is really only used when you need to specify a particular person to whom you are speaking. (e.g., as you would in the phrase “You and I”.) The word for singular you is “VO”. To say “you and I,” you would say “UNA NOS VOA,” literally “myself and yourself.”

Finally, third person pronouns, which are, in fact, just nouns. All pronouns are derived from titles. To contextualize: a person would introduce themselves with a title at the beginning of their name, which would also express what pronouns to refer to them as. To put it another way, imagine the title of “doctor” was also your pronouns. 

To refer to someone in the same way you would use “they” or “she,” simply use the singular noun version of the title (so if it would end in -i, remove the -i). If you are saying that the person is doing something, “she does,” or “she is doing,” append -a to the title and place it after the verb, much like you would with the first person pronouns. Adverbs are added after the verb, before the noun, so the order of “she is doing a good job,” would be translated literally as, “a good job of doing of she.” (Actually, in this case, the “doing” would probably be considered unnecessary, so it would probably be “good job of she”.)

So, without further ado: Isshu pronouns, instead of gendered, are based on the pokemon type a person is associated with (read: the type of their partner pokemon, should they have one.) This means that young children are all referred to by the same pronouns until they find their partner pokemon. The types, as recognized in Isshu, are found here.

The following are considered “regular” pronouns:

ASIN (ah-shin), associated with normal and fighting types. This is also the pronoun used by young children and those without partner pokemon. Pronoun version: ASIN, ASINA. TERIN (teer-in), associated with rock and ground types. Pronoun version: TER, TERA. UNDIN (oon-din), associated with water types. Pronoun versions: UND, UNDA. ICIN (eye-sin), associated with ice types. Pronoun versions: ICIR, ICA. RESIN (resh-in), associated with fire types. Pronoun versions: RES, RESA. YUSIN (yoosh-in), associated with flying and electric types. Pronoun versions: YUS, YUSA. VIRIN (ve-rin), associated with grass, bug, and most poison types. Pronoun versions: VIR, VIRA.

Finally, the following two are “special” pronouns:

AMU-SIN (amoo shin), used exclusively by Aura Users, Psychics, and Shadow Walkers. Using it if you were not among these groups was considered extremely disrespectful. Pronoun versions: MUS (moosh), MUSA (moosha). REMIN (rem-in) was a pronoun reserved exclusively for the monarch and legendary heroes. To refer to yourself with this title without being formally recognized as such was considered immensely egotistical, if not outright insulting. Pronoun versions: REM, REMA.

Dictionary

Finally, we’re here. A complete list of all the words as established thus far.

ADI, ADIN, ADA: Willpower, of strong will. AMUS, AMUSIN: Supernatural or otherworldly. One of Isshu’s pokemon types; referred mainly to psychic, dark, and ghost type pokemon. ANDI, ANDA: An abundance or great number. ARMONI: Harmony (musically). “Harmonia,” as a name, was derived from this word. ASIN: Simple, honest, as it appears. DEVI, DEVIN: Noble, honorable, bright. Think “white knight”. FERUN: Worked metal, typically steal FERI, FERIR: Refined or honed FERIX: Sword ICIR: Freezing, frozen, to freeze; ice. ICIRYUS: Blizzard. Literally “freezing storm.” KONI, KONIR: Motion, moving. KIRI, KIR: A written piece of music, a symphony; seals. “Kir” refers to the action of writing them. KYURI: Stark, cold, empty. LUC, LUCI: Light, glow REM: Dragon; guardian REMI: Divinity REMIR: To protect REMIN: Monarch, guardian, leader RES, RESI: Fire, flames SIR: to ascend or climb; spire or tower SIN, SINI: the truth, objective truth UNDIR: To descend or dive; water. UNDELI: Waves, movement in water. UNDEYUS: A tsunami or hurricane UNOVI: Unity, togetherness, oneness. UNOVA, UNOVAN: United; an unbreakable bond. VIR: To live; life, the state of being alive VIRI: Nature, flora and fauna YUS, YUSI: Storm(s). ZEKI: Electricity ZEKYUSI: Thunderstorm