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teukyo · 3 years

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One Warm Spring — Hamada Asahi

pairing: hamada asahi x reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, very cheesy lol

word count: 3.2k

a/n: this had no business being so long i apologize D: i tend to overwrite whoops.. oh this is also my first fic so i hope you enjoy ! i’m still a bit rusty lol

Spring; after long nights of endless slumber, the Sun creeps up to the earth, its rays planting warm yet gentle kisses. The orb’s cheeks fill up in heat, flowers of endearment blooming, butterflies catching in the atmosphere’s stomach.

The Earth smiling back, showing a bright welcoming smile, and with open arms, tells the sun “good morning”.

The quiet exchange of sweet nothings transferred to the buoyant citizens, as everyone would jump in joy about the newly welcomed season.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

Yet, you often found it a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now.

Empty confessions mimicked to be heartfelt at the spur of the moment, fleeing away just as quick as the cherry blossoms came and went. You just never understood it.

Snap!

“Y/N~~ the cherry blossoms are coming soon,” your friend, Jihoon sang into your ear, “And you’re out dozing off into dreamland, are you perhaps thinking about participating in the blossoming of love this year?”

You lightly shoved him away, giving him a glare. Jihoon was always jumping around during this time of the season because he never failed to have a crowd lining up to confess him; his ego flying as high as the newly born butterflies.

“Haha, very funny.” You deadpanned, leaving him behind to go to the cafeteria.

“Hey, you get the drinks and i’ll get the food!” Jihoon shouted, you simply responding with an ‘okay’ symbol with your hand.

Because this was a routine everyday, you had your exact footsteps to the vending machine engraved in your head.

‘11:43—by now everyone should have already gotten their drinks’

‘1, 2, 3, 4.. don’t trip over the crack.. 5, 6, 7—’ beep!

That beep.. wasn’t part of your procedure.

You looked up, your eyes landing on an unfamiliar figure in front of your destination.

Focusing your vision on him, he was made out to be a raven haired boy, his posture slightly hunched over focusing on the number combination assigned to each drink.

His dainty fingers lightly pressing the right combo, pressing each digit carefully like his joints were made of glass

Shoving the crumpled up $5 bill into the slot, his eyebrows furrowing when the machine rejected it

5-5-6-2— banana milk?

You hadn’t realized you’ve been staring at him the entire time until he started walking away, a banana milk in his hand, accidentally brushing past you.

“Ah, sorry” he simply muttered under his breath before continuing on his path. His voice, a deep contrast to the season; hearing his hushed voice chilling you like a midwinter night. His entire presence stood out, almost like a wilted flower amongst the blossoming ones. Yet here you are, warm as ever, feeling the sun pressing warm gentle kisses on the place his fingertips brushed yours.

—

“Y/N? banana milk? you seem to be switching it up today” Jihoon said when you set your drinks down on the table.

“Ah.. i just — maybe i needed a change for the season” you simply responded because, you too, didn’t know why you had a banana milk in front of you instead of your usual chocolate milk.

Throwing your half empty banana milk carton to the trash after lunch, you heard a voice peer behind you.

“Oh! you drink banana milk too! it’s my favorite!” a student you knew the name by Jaehyuk vocalized. You snuck a peek back at the banana milk slowly spilling out of the tiny straw, smiling back at Jaehyuk looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Ah— this is actually my first time trying it! And it’s.. good!” you returned, attention on Jaehyuk until you see a much smaller figure peer behind him, a chocolate milk in hand.

“Of course it’s good! don’t buy too much of it though— don’t need it going out of stock on me! cmon Asahi”

Asahi. Asahi is his name.

You took one last quick glance at him, watching him throw the empty chocolate milk carton in the bin.

“Yeah.. The banana milk was too sweet for me anyway.”

—

Squatting down to touch the freshly grown flowers outside the school yard, you had recalled the times of your youth as a child running so eagerly to the same flowers in your hand right now.

Gazing at the pretty pink petals in awe as you wiping the morning dew slightly so it can slide off the petals, dripping to the ground.

Running back into your home, crying for a bandaid because you accidentally poked your hand with one of the thorns on accident.

Such simple yet vivid times you remember that made you cherish life a little more.

“Y/N? what are you doing here— our last class is gonna start soon” you heard your classmate Hyunsuk call. you spotting an ever so familiar figure behind him.

Small yet vivid moments.. how does this remind you of—

“Y/N what are you doing cmon!”

—

After school, you sneakily slid into the art classroom after realizing you left your phone in there. Checking the clock, you had 15 minutes before art club would commence, assuming you had 5 minutes to find your phone before members of the club would start arriving.

You observed the colorful classroom with the array of paintings laying on the drying rack, the paint brushes laying on the counter to dry, the sink covered in copious amounts of colors with its original silver color peeking through. The room gave off the feel of an elementary school art classroom. You guess the term “art is timeless” applies to the setting art is made in too.

“Ah there it is!” you whispered to yourself, snatching it off of the teacher’s desk. The sound of the door sliding open shocked you, ducking down under the table out of instinct.

‘Crap—how do i get out of here’ you thought before hearing a tiny tap on the desk.

And during this time of the year, peoples hopes grew along with the blooming cherry blossoms until, they too, find a loved one

“Uhm.. are you okay?” you looked up, seeing him.

With late march rolling in, comes the blossoms fully bloomed, the arms in everyone’s hearts opening to everyone.

“Oh sorry! I just- I forgot my phone during class so I just came in here to grab it..” you trailed off, quickly getting out of your ducked position and brushing the dust off of you.

You just never understood it.

“I should get going since art club is starting soon” you mustered. Before you could open the door you heard him speak.

“Are you looking to join the art club by any chance?” he said. You looked back at him, unable to scramble words together.

‘Just say yes, say yes, say yes, say yes say-‘

—

You handed out the application form to the leader of the art club, Yoshinori was it?

“Thank you thank you! You can join us for today to see the gist of what goes on” he said while giving you a smile that can easily flutter the hearts of others.

You looked at the room around you seeing Asahi and Jaehyuk, and a freshman that went by Haruto.

To be honest, why did you apply? Your experiences in art were little to none and your current piece you were working on in class was a “dog”— at least that’s what you called it.

“There should be one more person arriving and then we can start” Yoshinori said whilst you and him took a seat.

You stared at Asahi across from you who was absent mindedly looking down at the table, fiddling with his fingers.

‘Cute’ you thought before getting interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“oh! Y/N what brings you here?” you looked behind you to see Jihoon at the entrance, giving Yoshinori a polite smile.

“I think i should be asking what are YOU doing here,” you retorted, knowing very well that both you and him had the same level of art skill, “and I just joined because i’ve been interested in art.”

“Sure—“ Jihoon scoffed, “Asahi told me about this today so i decided to join—“

‘Asahi. How does he know Jihoon?’

“And you’re not even listening to me!” he exclaimed, ruffling your hair roughly, you lightly punching him in the gut in return.

After the commotion died down, everyone went in session, drawing on a piece of paper whatever went into mind. It definitely meditated your mind but it wasn’t appealing— visually.

The room was filled with small chatter, Jihoon’s voice overbearing everyone else’s.

“Your doodles are very cute” you heard him softly speak. You looked up at his paper, your eyes widening at the sheer talent that bestowed upon your eyes.

“You’re a funny jokester” you simply replied, looking at your own paper with a tight lipped smile. You heard him stifle a laugh, warmth flooding throughout your veins.

“It’s amusing to look at— i like the dog” he said, pointing at one of the drawings.

“It’s supposed to be a zebra >:(“ you looked up at him, trying to contain his laughter before calming himself down and continuing to draw on his paper.

“Well it’s fine because art club isn’t necessarily based on skill. i mean, if we have Jaehyuk in here then that says something” he responded pointing at Jaehyuk’s paper. You couldn’t quite comprehend what he was drawing— a person playing baseball??

“It’s a frog by the way”

“HUH?!”

—

You hadn’t realized how late art club ended, but when you walked out of school, you saw the once blue sky turned into an orange hue indicating the late time.

“We hope to see you again Y/N” Yoshinori said. You nodded and hummed in response before taking your leave with Jihoon.

You took one last glimpse of Asahi, sticking out amongst the orange sky. The sun was setting yet— looking at him gave you the exact warmth you would feel on a midsummer day. You watched his mouth slowly bloom into a smile when made eye contact. You think in your mind that spring has never felt so warm.

—

You looked up at the trees in the process of blooming, white buds formulating on the branches.

“The trees are gonna be really pretty in about two weeks or so” you heard a voice from behind you. Him. You clenched the chocolate milk in your hand before turning towards him.

“Yeah— oh sorry i’m blocking the vending machine” you murmured, sliding away.

“Oh no no,, it’s fine,” he said before taking your spot and getting the same drink in your hand, “Are you by any chance— planning to confess to anybody?”

Oh, right. You looked up at the blossoming trees once again. The time of the season you once never understood. The time of the season you once could say you despised. Yet here you are, having the rush of spring flowing down your veins. Is this the adrenaline that everyone feels? The unknown feeling gave you goosebumps throughout your body as he asked you that question.

“I don’t quite know yet,” you simply responded, looking back at him taking the drink out of the machine, “What about you?”

A sheepish smile wiped on his face, his dimple showing ever so slightly. He shrugged before looking at you.

“Only my heart knows the answer to that question.”

—

Over the so little time you’ve known Asahi, you’ve picked up on his mannerisms and his actions.

For one, he was more on the reserved side, and even when he talked his voice would always be on the softer side. You unknowingly started to associate him with winter because he gave off the cold feeling of a winter night. It was also your favorite season.

Most people knew him because he was friends with Jaehyuk, one who was very popular amongst the school. You had heard a couple times in the hallway about how handsome Asahi was. The feeling you felt when hearing that was unknown to you.

He enjoyed drawing a lot; him and Yoshinori were the best out of the club (though you’d be a bit biased if asked whose art you liked more), and he was always focused on his work, always scrunching in a little corner tending to his painting. But yet he always complimented your drawings no matter how bad they were, never failing to give you a warm feeling right after.

You could say you had developed an endearment towards asahi.

You stepped out your home, looking at the once bare trees flutter into pink hues, you thought the cherry blossoms were beautiful.

Today you decided not to walk out with Jihoon because well— confession season is always different with that boy. You had no intentions to get caught up in his relations.

You took timid and slow steps towards school. Taking your time looking at the petals and happy groups walking and aweing at the blossoms. Your mind was also off somewhere— of course it was, it always was.

Arriving at school, you saw Jihoon getting flooded by countless individuals, a letter in most of their hands. You could say the same to Jaehyuk on the other side who was also getting bomboarded. You took your routined steps to your locker, opening it as per usual except— it wasn’t usual.

You watched the letter flutter out, swaying to the floor imitating a loose flower petal. Picking it up with a shaked up expression, you carefully opened it up.

You saw the scribbled up lines at the top of the letter, indicating that the said person was trying to make a poem.

‘ah— who am i kidding? i’m not one with words. i never was. yet here i am trying to pour my feelings out on this letter. but i cant seem to combine the right words to express it. maybe because my feelings could not be described in the first place. maybe my feelings are best not worded out on this crumpled up piece of notebook paper. because if i’m being honest— this is my 27th time writing this and yet i still cant get it down. just.. meet me at class 104B? 4:15 pm after school today? please? -♡

Your grip on the paper tightened, the heart fluttering confession bringing a small smile to your face. You looked back at your locker seeing chocolate milk in sitting atop. You grasped it in your hand, taking it out before closing the locker and heading to class, your hands gripping tightly onto the objects. Unknown to you a figure watching your every move with focused eyes.

As time went by in school awfully slowly, your mind went off to one person only. You had foolishly deluded yourself into thinking that the letter and milk was from him. well— he did see you buy chocolate milk that one time. And well,, the handwriting did have a print of him.

‘Enough thoughts. just wait until school ends and your mind can finally-‘ ring!

You looked up at the clock in shock, realizing that it was, in fact, 4:00pm.

You purposefully gathered up your belongings slowly, trying to pass as much time as possible. Putting your care into every single step taken, from the 1st floor to the second.

Taking a deep breath, you slid open the empty classroom door. It was very convenient that it was just across the art classroom as the club did have a meeting today.

You traveled across the room to look out the window, seeing someone announce their feelings to another under the cherry blossoms. Just last spring you would stick your tongue out in disgust yet here you are somewhat in the same position, your heart aching as each second ticks by.

You watched them hug each other, their feelings being reciprocated, a petal getting caught in ones hair. You looked at the trees and how it really set the mood, almost getting lost in the alluring sight until you heard someone clear their breath.

You turned around deliberately, looking down at your shoes before looking up.

Yet, you often found it as a mistake to open up your heart in a time full of tender love like now. well— maybe not.

It’s him. The person right in front of your eyes is him.

You felt like the sun had just rose, your heart beating out of your chest almost like it was about to burst and run away. You felt the butterflies prance around in your stomach, feeling like you could cough one up right now. Does he feel the same right now?

“Ah,,, hello” he mustered shyly. You clenched the letter in your hand.

“Did you perhaps—“ though it was quite obvious, the slight nod from him gave you your answer.

You observed him, his hair slightly covering his eyes. Lightly kicking at his feet, you had figured he couldn’t compromise the right words.

“I have something for you” he spoke out after what seemed like a few minutes. He reached his hand out, silently telling you to take the initiative to grab it. You placed your hand in his, feeling like your hand was molded perfectly just to cusp his. His grip so gentle you could barely feel him grasp your hand.

Leading you to the art classroom across, your eyes spotting on the covered canvas on an easel. Using his other hand, he took off the cloth, your eyes widening in awe.

Your mouth laid agape as you looked at the drawing of a portrait of you with cherry blossoms in the background. Your heart stammering in your chest.

“Is this what you’ve been working on the entire time in art club?” you asked, eyes still on the painting. He hummed and nodded his head.

“Do you like it? Or is it a bit too—“

“No no! I like it a lot— Actually I love it. I love it so much” you cut him off, looking at him with excitement evident in your eyes. Words couldn’t describe the feeling flowing through you. Is this real?

“Well, I like you a lot too. I was trying to find a way to tell you, so I used my strong suit which is art” he proceeded to tell you, taking your other hand in his. He smiled tenderly at you, his signature dimple showing once more.

“Asahi— I like you too” you beamed, staring straight into his eyes. His smile widened more, his teeth showing. You took this as the initiative to hug him, arms wrapping around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

You felt the sun shine on you, the warmth of spring immersing through you, your heart feeling more than alive as ever. The cherry blossoms you once thought as a mistake becoming the blessing in disguise for you. You think in the time of the moment that Spring has never felt so warm for you.

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mvnvgedmischief · 3 years

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unremarkable days.

summary: sirius black is trying to be a good man, a good brother, a good person. Sirius has a steady job designing book covers for a publishing house, a flat he never leaves, and a traumatized brother who was just removed from the custody of his parents. All in all, it's wildly unremarkable.

chapter: 4/?

characters: sirius black, regulus black, wolfstar, background marauders

tags: tw: canon compliant abuse, child abuse, social services, abuse

words: 3. 8 k

read it on ao3 here

read the last chapter here

Sirius knew that work was going to be high stress all day. He felt sick to his stomach, thinking about the way he would continuously have to talk to people, when all he wanted was some peace. He wanted downtime. Time when he didn’t have to think about how he needed his paycheck to put food on the table, clothes on his brother’s back, pay bills to keep his lights on, wifi for homework. Regulus occupied his thoughts at all times, protecting him was Sirius’s only priority these days. He didn’t have time for anything else. Not his friends, not his interests, not music. Nothing could come between his focus and his brother’s wellbeing, because if it did, Sirius would never forgive himself. The consequences were too dire. So instead, he just wished for downtime that wouldn’t come, and prayed for the weekend to approach even faster.

The weekend, when he could finally sleep again, albeit not well. The weekend, when he had the time to take a breath, even if it was only brief. Because his weekends were also spent finding ways to better equip his apartment for his younger brother, going to long grocery runs so Regulus had lunch to take to school, meal prepping all of the things he couldn’t bring himself to eat for dinner. He was definitely tired of all of the ways his mind was spiraling out, he didn’t have the time. He didn’t fault Regulus for it, it wasn’t the teen's presence in his life that was causing all this stress. It really was his own fault. A bit of crying at that first hearing had given Walburga and Orion the satisfaction of a victory over him at that first hearing, and they seemed to crave more of that chaos. They wanted to watch their children suffer, and this was how they chose to do that. So instead he spiraled in the privacy of his own home, because he could practically hear the words they burned into his mind whenever he saw them, and feel the ache of old beatings.

But it was only Thursday, and that meant he still had to do this all day, and then get berated by the rest of the team for not attending their weekly bonding happy hour. If he was lucky, no one would ask him to go. He knew he should be less terrified of them asking, most of the people on his team were his friends. There was simply the question of Remus, and Sirius didn’t have the time to be thinking about him in the first place.

He didn’t have time to think about the way his hair curled just the right way to fall into his eyes when he slept, or the way his caramel freckles made him look sunkist. He didn’t have time to think about the pink scars that ran down Remus’s face or how they got there. He definitely didn;’t have time to think of the comfort of his hand combing through Sirius’s own mop of unruly curls. So instead, he needs to put all of that out of his mind. It wasn’t going to help him do well at work. It wasn’t going to solve his problems. He didn’t have the time for this, nor did he have the emotional bandwidth. Perhaps that was why Sirius was conveniently avoiding the idea that he had asked Remus on a date. With some luck, Remus would think he was just an asshole who ghosted him. That was definitely complicated by the fact that they worked together, that he couldn’t just disappear. He wanted to, he really did, because there was simply no time.

He set up his deliverables as though he had made tons of them, because his employment in this company rode on it. Just two months ago, he was pegged to be promoted within the next two cycles, and now he could barely hold on to his sanity enough to handle his workload. He was so fucking tired, and he had so much on his plate. He needed to mentally prepare himself for the long day of meetings ahead of him. He had no true motivation to do his job right now, all he knew was that his exhaustion was no excuse. He knew that his boss, Alice, was giving him a whole lot of leeway right now. She was probably doing more than she should to help him. Being a mentor on the senior design team didn’t mean she needed to keep tabs on his personal life and pick up his slack.

“Sirius–”

When Sirius focused back into the meeting he was calling into, it occurred to him that they’re talking to him. So he did what he always did, blamed it on a shoddy connection.

“Oh, sorry, can you repeat that? My audio cut out.”

“Remus was saying that some of the poems could probably use illustrations, and he was wondering if you had any ideas on which ones needed it.”

“Thanks, Peter.” Sirius was glad that he knew the people on this team, that Peter and James were as close to him as anyone could be. Because otherwise, he’d probably be fucked.

“So I was looking through them, and I was thinking Bite, Magick, and Love I could probably use larger scale illustrations. But at the same time, we don’t want to crowd the book. How attached are you to the current order or page arrangement?”

It felt too close, but he was lucky that he had at least read the titles of some of the poems in the first half of the book. Sirius knew Remus didn’t actually know what his level of involvement was. He thought it was just doodles, but Sirius would be responsible for presenting everything from kearning and font choice within the pages, to illustration and cover art to the design team. He was integral to the success of this book as a product, and he needed to start acting like it.

“I’m pretty attached.” Remus sounded cold to Sirius, and he wondered what exactly he had done wrong in this meeting. And yet, he didn’t have time to think on it. He needed to keep things moving, keep getting valuable information out of the author. Hook up be damned, Sirius needed this book to actually get off the ground.

“Okay, well we should get a meeting on the calender to discuss. What poems and what scale of illustrations you want–”

“Shouldn’t you be deciding what the illustrations look like and the logistics of those. Isn’t that what you get paid for?” Remus really wasn’t making this easy on Sirius. But he had dealt with bigger demons and divas then whatever this attitude was. So he put on a light and airy smile, one they’d never know didn’t reach his eyes over the low quality webcam and nodded.

“If you’d like to take a hands off approach with the design work, that can absolutely be arranged. But in the case of a fledgling project with a new author, the design team, myself included, really hope to prioritize your artistic license so that we can get a better sense of your vision for your literature, should Quill move forward with other publications in the future. We can provide a completely in-house service, with as much input as you feel necessary during the design process, and deliver collateral towards the end of the project when final edits are done, if you would prefer, Mister Lupin.”

Sirius practically wanted to scream. He needed Remus to stop fucking with his job, with his livelihood. He couldn’t lose this project. He needed all of the billable hours he could get if he was going to justify the overtime he needed in order to provide for his brother. This was ridiculous. But his clinical and polite answer must have thrown Remus, because he didn’t get much more attitude out of him. The back and forth had ended. So instead, Sirius pulled up his deliverables for the week, which included new iterations for the covers, and twelve illustrations for the three poems he had mentioned.

He noticed the way Remus looked at his drawings, like he was pained by whatever his thoughts were, and Sirius wants to scream that he’s under no obligation to think that they’re good. But then he remembers that Remus seemed to be nitpicking on purpose, based on his critique of the design system itself. Sirius didn’t have the time to deal with that level of petty, just because he hadn’t been answering. He was too busy. He had too much on his plate. So instead he continues his presentation.

“I don’t like any of these. Maybe you should start over.” Remus sounded vindictive, even mean. Like he was doing this out of spite. Sirius could feel his heart drop in that moment. He didn’t want to start over. He didn’t have the time.

“What do you not like about them?” Sirius is trying to salvage his work while he can.

“The vibe is off.”

“Oh, is there something specific that throws it off or...” Sirius trailed off, wondering what exactly he needed to change.

“No, it’s the whole thing. All of them are just off.”

Sirius needed to think quick on his feet. He didn’t have the time to start from scratch, so he pulled up his original thumbnails that he had discussed with Remus.

“These are the original sketches we discussed. I moved forward with the ones we talked about. I’m happy to rework those sketches,” no, he wasn’t. “But if there’s another sketch that you think would fit your vision better, please let me know.” He felt like he was pleading with Remus not to hate his artwork. He’d be a liar if he said it wasn’t a blow to his self esteem to hear that everything that he did was bad.

“No, I would suggest you start over.”

Sirius nodded, his mind immediately whirring with ways he could start over and re-design this project. He really didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to do hundreds of thumbnails to get set on thirty, only to be destroyed in a meeting again. Especially when Remus seemed so excited about all of his illustrations before the meetings. It felt like too much. He didn’t have the energy for this kind of behavior.

Luckily, Marlene directed the conversation away from Sirius’s work. The rest of the call went on without a hitch, like the only person who’s work Remus had a problem with was Sirius’s. He knew that it was more likely for Remus to have a problem with him, because design work was usually something an artist thought of as easy; however, this felt calculated and cold. If Sirius had been avoiding Remus before, it definitely wasn’t about to get better. So instead, he listened to the end of the meeting, and started the project all over again. He could do this. It was an unremarkable critique. It didn’t matter.

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comradekatara · 4 years

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Do you have any modern Zukka headcannons? Thanks for your hot awesome takes all the time

i’ve gone over some of these points before, so some of y’all may recognize the continuity of the atlahsaucu (atla highschool au cinematic universe). this is a long one, and it’s *gasps* chronological…

they first meet in junior year art class. sokka resents how well zuko can draw and paint seemingly without any effort whatsoever, meanwhile sokka tries really hard and all his art comes out like disgusting little blobs on the canvas. zuko resents sokka for being cool and hot. how dare he.

one day, they get a bit carried away, and sokka and suki start making out in the middle of the hallway. zuko, whose locker they are directly on top of and who has class at this very moment, is not amused, and he, politely as he can, coughs and request that they move out of the way. sokka merely holds up a finger as to say “one moment please” which enrages zuko (justly, tbh) and he yells, “what the fuck?!”

sokka’s like “man what’s your fucking problem why are you such an asshole and so good at art” and zuko’s just like “????” and “what in gods name are you talking about????” and the yelling causes a scene which lands them in detention. sokka has never gotten detention before (though he has gotten several warnings in the past, but it’s kinda hard to be mad at the guy whose girlfriend just died for being distracted in class) and he’s freaking out that this is gonna go on his record and he’ll never get into stanford or mit or princeton or– meanwhile zuko is just asleep at his desk.

once zuko wakes up, sokka, bored out of his mind, jokingly proposes that they sneak out through the vents and make a break for it, but zuko, either not understanding that sokka is joking or not caring that sokka is joking (it’s unclear which) is like “yeah we’d just have to be quiet.” sokka, who has now decided that zuko is batshit crazy, but has also decided that he is living on the wild side, a real bad boy rebel who’ll never make ivy league because he got detention that one time, is like “yeah okay” just because he spent a lot of time entertaining this hypothetical and now he’s deathly curious to see if it’ll work.

amazingly enough, it does. adrenaline carries them outside the building and into freedom as they run as far as their legs will carry them until sokka stops to panic that he is now a certified delinquent, and delinquents don’t get scholarships, and if he doesn’t go to a good school then he’ll never get a good job, and if he doesn’t get a good job then how is he gonna support gran gran?????? and zuko’s just like “wait, hold up.”

zuko admits that he fully thought sokka was some type of meathead jock who makes out with his girlfriend in the hallways and thinks he’s too cool for school and sokka’s like “she’s not my girlfriend and also what.” zuko is confused as to why he would make out with someone in the hallway if she wasn’t even his girlfriend. he also realizes that he doesn’t actually know his name. so sokka explains that yeah they’re in love and spend every waking moment together but no she’s not his girlfriend; he doesn’t do relationships and neither does she. and also he introduces himself.

and it takes zuko a moment because he’s really bad with names and faces and putting faces to names and, people, in general, but then he’s like “oh my god you’re that sokka.” and sokka’s just like “yeah i’m pretty sure my name’s not that common???” but zuko is just like “i think my sister is planning to murder you someday.” and sokka just slaps his forehead. of course art class asshole is related to debate class asshole.

only zuko’s not really an asshole he’s kinda just a weirdo. a quiet little freak who paints good. sokka can vibe with that. especially after zuko assures him that none of this will go on any sort of record whatsoever because bumi is old, and batshit, and senile, and clearly doesn’t give a fuck. sokka laughs, and this leads into them talking shit about everyone they both hate, which they realize are all the same people, somehow. seeing their own petty bitterness mirrored back at them, they realize that they’re kind of both snobs, but in a fun way.

they walk through town until it gets dark out, and then they go their separate ways. but next monday they sit together in art class, and their teacher yells at them to stop whispering. sokka is just drawing little triangles across the page because he’s just come from trig and he’s very sleepy and doesn’t really feel like feeling inadequate right now. but zuko’s like, “what are you drawing?” and sokka looks at the page of triangles he was unconsciously doodling and scoffs and says in an affect, “can’t you tell? it’s a cubist take on degas.” and this is the funniest shit to zuko. but of course he then gets yelled at for laughing.

they’re friends after that; they just are. sokka invites zuko to lunch with his friends, at which point zuko meets toph and suki, who are, of course, the fucking coolest.

azula sees zuko talk to sokka or suki occasionally in the halls and demands to know what it is they’re talking about. zuko’s like “i dont….. remember?” but azula is certain that they are only friends with him as a means of getting to her, because they desire to crush her. zuko’s like “i don’t even think they know your name.” indeed, they do not. but sokka does stop calling her “debate asshole” in favor of “zuko’s sister,” so that’s something.

the first time zuko goes to sokka’s house, it is because sokka insists on showing him both back to the future movies. (there is no third one it does not exist.) for reasons unknown to him, zuko is terrified. he wears his favorite sweater that day. it is near-identical to all his other sweaters. he doesn’t understand the first one at all. the second one he remarks “oh that was kind of like hamlet.” that makes sokka really happy. at some point zuko goes to get a glass of water and sokka yells from the couch to bring him back a popsicle from the freezer while he’s at it. zuko complies, but he takes it just before katara goes to get one. he nonchalantly tells her that it was the last one, and she makes a very big show of throwing the box out. she fumes all night that sokka let that rude little bitch into her house. sokka pays her no mind.

mai and zuko are still together at this point, and because mai is dropping hints big enough to pierce through even zuko’s thick skull that she’s feeling left behind in favor of zuko’s new friends, he asks them if it’s cool that she join them for stuff. they’re all like “yeah of course” and mai pretends not to care. they all like mai, especially toph, but all agree that her relationship with zuko is super weird. toph and mai become super tight, and it’s clear as day to toph that mai is in love with ty lee, even if mai is not fully aware of this fact herself. suki, who has been secretly hooking up with ty lee this whole time (don’t worry, sokka knows, and he high-fives her whenever she brags about it), is just like “oh noooooo……” toph insists to mai that she dump zuko, and without mentioning ty lee once, is able to convince her of it just by reminding her that zuko is a super inattentive boyfriend and she deserves better. she does. zuko feels sort of…relieved? he doesn’t know why. he loves mai. he really does. but it’s also like a weight has been taken off his shoulders.

zuko doesn’t really know what to do about the fact that his sister is serial-killer level obsessed with sokka, other than try to ignore it. azula is always attempting to pry information out of him because they seem to be, at the very least, casual acquaintances so he must have some leverage by now, right??? she is never allowed to know that he knows where sokka lives, because he is afraid that one night sokka will simply find her hiding in the bushes with binoculars searching for any sign of academic struggle. sokka is blissfully unaware to most of these shenanigans. to him, she is like a buzzing fly occasionally hovering around his face.

that summer, they divide their time between working on college applications and going to the park together to just sit and read. it’s literally the most fun zuko can ever remember having.

english was always sokka’s worst subject because he is terrible at organizing his thoughts coherently and always ends up going on little tangents about the origins of butter churning or digital watches in a paper that was supposed to be about sense & sensibility, but his teachers are usually charmed enough by him that they see his essays as a fun challenge instead of a giant red X. but pakku loathes sokka. and he loathes his sister, whom he had taught the previous year. sokka complains to katara about it, and she just goes on a rant about how horrible and boring and bitter and raggedy he is. but sokka, who, unlike katara, desperately wants to be liked by everyone, feels the need to prove himself.

he goes to the best english student he knows. “hey, you’re really good at english, right?” he asks zuko, to which zuko responds, “i should hope so. it is my first language.” it is unclear whether or not zuko is being facetious or just very perplexed, but sokka laughs anyway. he pleads for zuko to “tutor him” and zuko’s like “but you have all A’s?” he agrees anyway, of course. zuko spends a lot of time on jstor, so he know how to write good. he helps sokka outline his essays in a way that works for him, but mostly it’s just an excuse for them to hang out and eat snacks. at this point, katara likes him and does not mind the fact that he is in her house, eating her food. she walks past the kitchen to be like “what u guys up to? oh, nerd shit?”

sokka and mai accept to the same college, and zuko isn’t sure why he feels so weird about that. they’re gonna be in completely parts of the country, only sokka and mai will see each other all the time, especially because they’re bound to be in some of the same classes together, knowing them, and that’s just weird. like, yeah, they’re friends, and yes, he might be semi-aware of the fact that they hang out without him, like, all the time, but this is different. this is weird. zuko asks mai if she thinks it’s weird and she just raises one eyebrow and goes, “no???” and zuko’s like “oh..okay..”

they don’t see each other all that much in those four years, but they’re always taking pictures of ridiculous passages from the books they’re currently reading and sending them to each other, because they just can’t kick the habit. they both learn a lot in college. sokka takes as many classes as humanly possible. zuko changes his major a lot. toph doesn’t go to school there, but she moves in with sokka once she graduates. zuko learns a lot about himself.

once sokka graduates, he and toph decide to get an apartment in a different city. sokka asks zuko what his plans are once he graduates and zuko’s like “bruh, like i’ve ever planned for anything in my life” so when sokka’s like “wanna be our third roommate” it’s a no-brainer.

sokka picks zuko up from the train station, and zuko is just so overwhelmed by the casual thoughtfulness of the gesture that he instinctively just kisses him, in the middle of the station. zuko is mortified for a brief moment but then sokka is just like “cool.” (sokka later inwardly laments saying “cool.” who says that?? what, is he abed from community???)

sokka tells zuko “just fyi, i don’t do relationships” and zuko is like “yeah, i know, you say that literally every day” but then toph slaps him (”sorryyyyy that was an accident” “no it wasn’t!”) and tells him to get his shit together. so sokka goes to zuko and says, “this may sound insane, but i think i’m afraid that if i love someone, they’ll die” and zuko’s like “oh. i’m afraid of that too.” and that makes it somewhat easier.

ever since mai made them watch over the garden wall, they’ve really wanted frogs so that they could name them after the discarded jason funderburker names. they get their frog terrarium and it’s glorious.

zuko has always wanted a cat, but he knows how sokka feels about cats so he does not bring it up. but one day, as he’s walking down the street, he stumbles across a little black kitten in the cold, shivering, limping, and missing one ear. he drops whatever it is he’s doing at the moment to bundle it up in his scarf and take it to the nearest vet clinic. the kitten is so indebted to him that he physically does not have the willpower to let it go anywhere else but home with him.

it really doesn’t take much convincing at all for sokka to agree to keep jiji (yes, zuko is just incapable of not naming his pets after fictional characters) especially because toph threatens to kill herself if he doesn’t. sokka is just like “woah there calm down you guys. we can keep the cat.” and theyre like “yay sokka youre the best!!!” and he’s just like “oh my god did you think i was gonna make you get rid of this tiny kitten with only one ear.”

zuko has a face for telemarketing. he also does some freelance writing. toph gives sokka very sound legal advice in regards to how to patent all the weird yet supremely useful inventions he keeps stumbling onto. after all, after tim cook offered him $$$ in exchange for that microchip he designed, he sort of doesn’t need a steady job. toph is really good at bullshitting rich people so she makes way more money than she should with those creepy statues of hers. they recognize how unstable their sources of income are, but sokka is really good with finances, so it works out somehow. when katara comes to visit them she complains that sokka has joined the 1% and is hoarding his wealth like the capitalist swine he is. sokka’s just like “katara did you only come visit me because you need money?” and katara’s like “well i won’t lie, so – yes.”

sokka eventually convinces zuko to go to grad school. naturally, zuko thrives there. sometimes zuko will wake up at 3 am and sokka will very intently find him writing the word “nihil” in a notebook and sokka’s like “what’s up” and zuko’s like “NOTHING.” and then proceeds to be like “don’t you see??? there’s no declension!!! everything makes sense now!!!!!!!!!” and rambles on and on incoherently. sokka’s like “oh god i just realized this is how i sound to everyone all the time.”

sokka takes zuko to the worst plays he can find, and then they sit in a 24 hour diner while zuko rants about everything wrong with said play. sometimes he even takes notes. this becomes a weekly tradition.

zuko reads sokka’s shelved manuscript on the history of cartography and helps him whittle it down to only 400 pages. he’s not a very harsh editor, but he did cut the thing by 150%, so that’s a start.

zuko teaches sokka how to paint.

#this has been in our askbox for over two weeks so sorry about THAT #but it happened to coincide with zukkaweek so i think thats fun for us #sokka #zuko #sokkaxzuko #modern au #asks #anon

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emmerrr · 4 years

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@cowboyformitski asked: For a prompt inspired by you being wine drunk, what do you think about: Declan being wine drunk in front of Jordan?

@toast-the-unknowing asked: honestly I would love to see “wine drunk” as a jordeclan prompt!

i’m posting this again because something went screwy on the original post and i couldn’t fix it, but you can also find this fic on ao3 here :)

“A wine-tasting? Really?”

Declan looked up from his phone and allowed himself a smile as Jordan approached, shrugging off her fabulous coat and revealing a neon-green crop top and high-waisted black jeans. She was by far the brightest light in the room, but then again, Declan was yet to be in a room with her in which she didn’t outshine literally everybody else.

Least of all him in his white button-down and grey slacks.

“What’s wrong with a wine-tasting?” he said when she hoisted herself into the stool opposite his.

“Nothing at all,” Jordan shrugged. “I don’t know, I just figured you as more of a whiskey person.”

Declan could see why someone might make that assumption. Whiskey seemed like it was for boring old men, and Declan was very deliberately boring, and definitely old before his time. In practice, however, he wasn’t much of a drinker at all. Drinking too much was a slippery slope.

A wine-tasting seemed safe enough, though. Small quantities.

“I’m…trying new things,” he settled on at last.

Jordan nodded sagely. “As you should. Good for the soul and all that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

They grinned at each other, but then were interrupted by the event starting.

“Hi, everyone, I’m Mindy, thanks for coming,” said a smiling woman from the middle of the room, the tall tables where people were sitting spread around her. “I’ll pass out tasting notes for you in just a moment, and you’ll notice there’s a spittoon on each table. Please don’t be shy about using them! You can, of course, drink some of the wines, but we recommend you wait until nearer the end of the tasting before you start to do that, otherwise your tasting abilities will be hindered.”

Declan looked at the spittoon, horrified. “I have to spit in that?” he whispered, and Jordan burst out laughing, before swiftly managing to turn it into a throat-clearing when Mindy shot a look their way.

Mindy clapped her hands together. “Okay, first up we have a Cabernet Sauvignon from Australia!”

As soon as she finished saying it, a server with a tray full of glasses containing a small amount of red wine appeared and handed them all out. Mindy was quick to follow, dropping off tasting notes on each table.

Jordan looked at the wine, then at the notes, then at Declan. “What now?”

“I don’t know. They always smell it on the TV.”

Jordan picked up her glass and took a big whiff. “Hmm. Excellent. What a wonderful…uh, fruity…bouquet?”

Declan snorted and picked up his own glass. He gave the wine a swirl and then lifted it to his nose. “Aromas of campfire and manure. Just exquisite.”

“Yes. Exquisite. Quite,” Jordan agreed.

“Okay, I think we taste it now,” Declan said, looking around the room and making sure that’s what everyone else was doing. “I think you’re supposed to hold it on your tongue for a moment.”

Jordan held her glass up. “Cheers.”

Declan smiled and clinked his glass against hers. “Cheers.”

They knocked the wine back as one. Declan immediately, on instinct, swallowed it.

“Oh fuck,” he said when he realised, Jordan valiantly trying not to laugh as she still had a mouthful of wine. He quirked an eyebrow at her. “You getting…” he checked the tasting notes, “hints of black cherry? Full-bodied texture?” Jordan’s cheeks puffed out and Declan grinned. “Pairs excellently with red meats, this one.”

Jordan grabbed the spittoon and not-so elegantly spat the wine into it. She smiled sweetly at him, and his traitorous heart skipped a beat. “You don’t want to play this game with me, Declan Lynch.”

He shouldn’t really. It was childish, he knew. But there was a new lightness in his chest that he was starting to associate with being around Jordan, and it felt so good to laugh for real, without it costing him anything.

“Oh, Jordan,” he said. “I think I do.”

The evening devolved from there.

It was harder than Declan had anticipated not to drink the wine; it went against all his instincts to actually spit it out. And Jordan was very good at making him laugh, which meant that often he’d end up almost choking on the wine and being forced to swallow it anyway, as he was otherwise at risk of spitting red wine not into the spittoon, but all over the table.

He gradually felt his cheeks get rosier, his thoughts get hazier. He felt like he was talking and laughing too loud; words got harder to say, certain letters just out of his reach. He was distantly aware that they were drawing attention to themselves, but he couldn’t quite find it in him to care.

Jordan, although not quite at his level, had still drank far more of the wine than she was technically supposed to. They’d both slowly gravitated towards each other, arms leaning on the table, heads close together. Jordan had doodled a little Declan on the tasting notes. It was sketchy and rough, but still unimaginably good. In it, he was smiling, just like he was smiling now.

When Mindy came around with their last glass of wine, she asked them with forced politeness if they’d mind keeping it down.

Declan apologised profusely while Jordan pulled faces behind Mindy’s back. When Mindy walked off to the next table, he looked at Jordan sheepishly. “Think we’re making a scene.”

Jordan shrugged, unconcerned. “Well, they should be grateful we’re giving them something to look at. They’d all be having dull evenings without us. We’re basically providing a public service.” She cocked her head to the side and offered him a lazy half-smile that he found almost unbearably attractive. “I suppose you don’t make too many scenes, then?”

“No,” he said mournfully, but then brightened. “Oh! I did once.”

Jordan leaned imperceptibly closer. “Do tell.”

“I had a fight with my brother in the parking lot of a pizza place.” It wasn’t a good memory really, but the years had softened it somewhat.

“Did you win?”

“‘Uhhh…it was more of a mutual surrender.”

Jordan laughed, immediately bringing out a laugh of Declan’s own, and she patted his arm. “Finish your wine, mate, we’re leaving.”

He took a last swig and swiped the tasting notes with Jordan’s drawing off the table and into his pocket. Jordan threw her coat over one arm and tucked the other through Declan’s as they headed towards the door.

“Mindy, darling, it’s been wonderful,” Jordan called out, blowing a glaring Mindy air-kisses as Declan doubled over laughing and had to be half-dragged outside onto the street.

“We are absolutely gonna be banned from going back in there,” Declan said when he’d regained some of his composure. The night air felt nice and cool, and would probably do wonders for sobering him up.

“Ah well, it’s nice to be banned from doing something myself for a change.”

Declan paused, trying to assess her tone. She didn’t look particularly upset, but her words betrayed just a hint of bitterness. Everyone had stuff that they had to just carry around.

He stood before her, and cupped her face in his hands as gently as he knew how to. “You,” he said, “are one of a kind.”

She rolled her eyes, but she smiled too, and brought a hand of her own up to rest on Declan’s wrist. “That’s me,” she said.

They stayed that way for a mere moment more, but then Jordan nodded, and together they set off down the street. She pulled Declan’s arm around her shoulders and kept hold of his hand, wrapping her free arm around his waist.

They swayed together, both helping each other keep upright whilst somehow simultaneously hindering each other’s movements.

It was okay. It was nice just to be touching, even if it took them longer to get anywhere.

“Where to now?” Jordan asked.

“Food. I’m starving.”

“What do you fancy?”

“You,” Declan said, then laughed. “I dunno. Something greasy that I’ll regret in the morning.”

“Best stock up on antacids,” Jordan quipped.

“Hey,” Declan complained, but grinned, because he felt known.

She squeezed his hand and smiled up at him. “So. The wine-tasting. Did you have a favourite?”

“Honestly?” He leaned close to her ear like he was telling her a secret, and whispered with drunken exaggeration, “They all kinda tasted the same to me.”

“Oh thank fuck for that, I thought it was just me. They all just tasted like…wine.”

Declan nodded. “The winiest.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Is too, I just said it. Anyway, I swiped the tasting notes so we can still sound like connoisseurs if anyone asks.”

“You kept the notes?”

“Of course I did, you drew an original on this. It’ll be worth a fortune.”

Jordan laughed lightly. “Well,” she said, and rested her head against his shoulder. “One day, maybe.”

They walked further along in companionable silence for a while. Declan tried to parse out how he was feeling, and realised that he was just content to be in the company of someone who didn’t expect anything from him.

“Declan?”

“Jordan.”

“Next time, I get to choose the date.”

Declan smiled. “Deal.”

#call down the hawk #jordeclan #cdth #dreamertrilogy #trc fic

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Match up 🌅

Hello! I hope you’re doing well during these uncertain times ^^ I found this blog after my tumblr break and I’m always hungry for ikemen content so here we are. I’m also happy to see more fans of harry potter, the arcana, castlevania, and black butler!! But intros aside, may I request for an ikemen series matchup?? (any boy from the three games im okay) Thank you!!!

I’m gonna break this down into categories so I wont get confused as I write it and I hope it’ll be easier on your part too ^^

About me: she/her, Aries sun/Gemini moon, intp-a, Slytherin, enneagram 5, love language touch

Interests: writing, drawing, watching cartoons/anime/musicals/stageplays, history, culture, philosophy, fandoms in general ^^

Personality: I see myself as an aloof type of person until you become a close person to me, then I’ll never shut up about my interests that can go from fluff to nsfw to angst in a snap. Basically a mess inside and out. I also have quite the temper once you reach the end of my patience so I try my best to keep a cool head (keyword: try) ^^ I also dont have a filter when it comes to swearing and can be apathetic at times so I try not to be around children too much. However if you ask me for advice or just plain comfort I don’t mind and will do my best.

It’s probably obvious from my previous description but I’m very awkward around people and I find it hard to connect, but once I do find people who I can relate to I try my best to keep the friendship ^^

I do value the opinions of people who matter to me and try to learn from it. As for dealing with problems I fluctuate from taking them head on or just outright ignoring them. I also have this tendency to bottle up my emotions until I can’t anymore and it all comes flowing out… I’m also not easily grossed out by things unless its bugs then pls get me out of here. Good food is a surefire way to lift my mood!!

Fun facts abt me ig

1. I dream to be a diplomat once I graduate

2. I get way too engrossed in analyzing politics

3. Im just a nerd for languages (know a lot of words but cant speak)

4. I have a sweet tooth, but I cant stand too sweet sweets (dark chocolate all the way)

Hi love! Thank you so much for the request <3<3! I hope you enjoy it and have a super good day! And soz for making you wait soooooo long for this O.O! Also i hope this satisfies your thirst for more ikesen content <3<3

Content warning: swearing or should i rather say one swear word lol

So I match you with……………….. Nobunaga

So I was definitely between three bois that being Nobunaga, Shingen and Yoshimoto

The first time Nobunaga meets you after you rescued him from the flames of the burning building, he is in awe. He is amazed at how a mere woman was able to pull a man x2 her size from a burning building. He was even more intrigued with your aloof personality and at the fact that you had no interest in receiving any reward or compensation for saving his life. He at that moment decided that you must be some sort of lucky charm sent from the heavens to protect him. He took you back to Azuchi Castle with him and named you as the Oda princess. Mamabear was incredibly suspicious of you, of course, no shocker there given your cold, distant unapproachable exterior. It didn’t help that you slapped Nobunaga’s hand away after he tried to make an unwanted advance, causing mama bear to fume at you. Your patience was wearing thin with the man who now held a sword at your throat, threatening you. Luckily Nobungaga defused the situation before you could complexly loose your temper.

You work incredibly hard for the castle and its people, you took pride in your work, and it definitely showed. Even Nobunaga was impressed with the excellent work you were doing and has noticed that since your arrival things around the castle has been running much smoother. He summons you to his room to thank you and to give you the opportunity to *ahem* warm his bed. To which you just replied “No fucken chance in hell”. He narrowed his eyes and asked why not, to which you just answered, that you had only just met a week ago and that you weren’t that type of girl. Nobunaga was shook he had never been refused before, he also found your lack of filter genuinely amusing. The way you would just swear and just say whatever was on your mind.

You looked around his room and couldn’t help, but notice is vast collections of historical artefacts. Your eyes lit up in curiosity at all the fantastic pieces. Nobunaga couldn’t help but smile at his lil lucky charm who seems to have made herself at home in his room now looking at all his collection of art and trinkets. He would walk up behind you and explain the origin and backstory of each of the pieces. The two of you actually spent the whole night talking about history and different cultures. And that is when you accidentally let it slip that you were from the future. This definitely caught Nobunaga’s attention. At first, he didn’t believe you, but after you showed him the contents of your handbag, he was convinced.

You found yourself slowly but surely opening up to the man as time progressed. You nightly visits to drink tea in his room and chat for hours had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. Nobunaga absolutely loved the way your eyes lit up whenever you would talk about topics that interested you. He also loved how open-minded you were, listening and valuing his opinion. And you loved how open-minded he was, the two of you learned a lot from each other, through these regular tea dates.

Nobunaga had found out that you loved stageplays/musical so he would often find you randomly in the middle of the afternoon and drag you with him to one of his random nearby territories. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going, just simply put you onto of the horse and ride. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you neared the stage and figured out his plan. He would always reserve the best seat for the two of you and ensure that Masa had made the two of you the best snacks to munch on during the show. You count help but smile a bright, radiant smile at the sweet raven-haired man.

You looked over at him, devouring the sweets that Masamune had managed to sneak into the basket. Both of you loved these trips away cause it meant that the two of you could indulge in sweet sugary candies away from the watchful gaze of Mother dearest. After the show, the two of you would spend hours discussing it over even more sweets, at one of the nearby tea houses. Needless to say, the two of you had spent so much time together its no wonder that you were head over heel for each other.

Your relationship with the devil king started off a little rocky cause of your crazy awkwardness, but luckily Nobunaga actually found it really cute and lived for those moments when you would say or do something super awkward and turn a deep shade of red. For you see, this feared ruler is also a bit awkward and clumsy when it comes to love. For example, when he asked you to become his one and only queen, he did so in the cutest way possible. While the two of you were having tea after a show, he started to doodle a little picture on a napkin, at first the two of you were drawing the equivalent to memes and giving it to each other for a good laugh, but then he gave you something you never expected. A clumsy doodle of himself confessing his love for you, you couldn’t help but smile and kiss him right then and there. After all, you can go from fluffy to NSFW in 0,2 seconds, luckily the two of you kept things PG in the teahouse.

Nobunaga loved how diplomatic you were and after you told him about your dream of becoming a diplomat, he was right there by your side supporting you. You had found out about the conflict between him and Shingen and of course you just had to do something. You at this point had Nobunaga wrapped around your little finger, so when you requested that he share custody of the Kai with Shingen, he agreed as long as you act as diplomate between the two.

One day a powerful daimyo and his daughter came to visit. To say that you didn’t like the pair would be an understatement. The woman would constantly pine for Nobunaga’s affection and make your life a living hell. You couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous, sad and frustrated as since they came to visit you hadn’t seen Nobunaga at all. Of course, you bottled up all these emotions and put on a smile, pretending like everything was okay, but honestly, you were ready to bust. You reached your tipping point at the banquet. You hadn’t seen Nobunaga all week as he has been in and out of councils. You waled into the hall to see the woman all over Nobunaga. You went to take your seat beside Nobunaga like you had done for countless banquets and that’s when this woman made the rudest comment towards you “Um excuse me you filthy maid, the servants quarters are back there, and if you don’t leave Nobunaga and me alone I will have to call a guard over to escort you to the dungeons”. Honestly, you were shook, even if you were just a maid, that didn’t give her the right to act so rudely, just because she has some fake ass title. You slammed your fists on the table finally losing your temper and boy oh boy did the insults fly. TBH you even threw in a few insults from their home language, just to prove that you aren’t just some daft woman.

Needless to say, the woman was looking around to the fellow warlords to help her out of back her up, but they were all way to busy howling in laughter at their princesses foul language. Finally, the woman looked to your lover for aid. He simply chuckled and started to speak. “It seems there has been some misunderstanding as to who this woman beside me is” He looked down at the daimyo’s daughter giving her the cockiest grin. She was now looking at you with a devious smile, thinking that Nobu was about to summon you away.

“For those who do not know, I will make my intentions clear and known. This woman beside me is my dearest fireball, the love of my life, my equal and my queen, she is and will be the only woman in history fit to rule the world by my side.” He took your hand in his and gently tugged you to fall into his lap, he then kissed your temple and continued “To her, I give my heart, body and soul” He then pulled out a beautiful ring and asked, “Will you marry me, my dearest love”. To say the daimyo’s daughter was shook would be an understatement. You simply nodded, while wrapping your arms around your fiance’s neck to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

Other potential matches……………..Shingen

Hope you enjoyed it dear ^_^ ❤🥰@hilarythemermaid

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trblhalfmoon · 5 years

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Double Blind

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A/N: This one was inspired from a random article I stumbled across years ago that said Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds met on a blind date but they were both with other partners. During the night, they ended up clicking better than their original pairs and I thought that was kinda cool and interesting. Enjoy!

“15th Street, this is your stop. Is this corner okay?”

“This is fine,” you thank your lyft driver on the way out as you step onto the curb to eye your surroundings.

You’re in an unfamiliar part of town, but you take a moment to enjoy the lit streets; adorned with chic lights that create a white, magical glow against the night sky.

You check your phone to find you are ten minutes early but decide to head to the restaurant anyway. You tug at the hem of your dress and make your way towards the middle of the block, wrapping your coat closer around your body. Your shivering stems from a combination of your nerves and the cold.

It’s been a while since you’ve been on a blind date. In fact, it’s been a while since you’ve been on any date. Your last relationship had fizzled out after three long years, both of you far too comfortable with your routine of each other to admit that the fire had died long ago. Since then, you haven’t had much energy to put yourself out there.

You stand outside of the restaurant to wait, opening the dating app out of curiosity to study his profile for the millionth time. This will be the first time meeting each other since talking for the past two weeks.

You scroll through your messages, aimlessly looking for some kind of instruction or update, when something dated a few days ago catches your eye.

How do you feel about a double date?

You almost drop your phone in shock; you don’t remember agreeing to something like that. But you read through the conversation anyway, wondering how you missed a detail like that.

I’ve got a friend who’s also trying to meet someone. What do you say?

“sgtm”

You blink at your reply, trying to figure out what happened. The message is dated from last Wednesday, and you scan your brain trying to recall what you were doing at the time. Then it hits you – the company holiday party. You had gotten so shitfaced at the event that you most likely responded without thinking.

It’s too late at this point to try to figure a way out, so you pocket your phone and think of ways to excuse yourself early. Stomach pains halfway through dinner? Or maybe a personal emergency…

“Hyun-Jung?”

You peek up at the man before you and your heart instantly flutters. He’s a couple inches taller than you, and you note the way his dark hair is swept back, with wisps of stray hairs framing his forehead. The metal frames of his glasses stand out against his fair complexion, and you follow the rim to a clean slash above his right brow.

“Sorry, you have the wrong person,” you mutter after a second too long has passed.

The man apologetically smiles and you fascinate yourself with the way his nose scrunches the tiniest bit in embarrassment.

“Ah, my bad. The person I’m looking for said they would wait outside of this restaurant.”

You nod in response, not sure what more to offer him as he steps to the other side of the door and pulls out his phone. You fumble with the hem of your dress again, wondering where your own date is. It’s now almost ten minutes passed your meeting time.

As if on cue, a black BMW pulls up in front of the building and a smartly dressed man in crisp, black slacks steps out of the passenger’s seat. He turns to the back door to pull it open, and a slender, petite brunette steps out with a grateful smile.

The pair make their way towards the door before the man takes notice of you, but when he does, it only takes a moment for his face to light up in recognition.

“Ah, ___, so nice to finally meet you!”

He steps forward to hug you as you awkwardly swing your arm around his neck from what you were anticipating to be a handshake. He smells like expensive cologne, fragrant and musky with a hint of sweetness.

“Hello, Jay,” you try to muster the sweetest smile you can manage, hoping it doesn’t come across too creepy.

“You’re a lot prettier in person,” he returns the gesture, eyes sparkling from his excitement.

“Thanks,” you blush, looking to the couple next to you who also seem to be meeting for the first time.

Then it clicks in your mind…

“___, this is Hyun-Jung and her date…” Jay pauses to look at Hyun for help but she’s too busy studying your face and shaking your hand.

“Call me Dean,” the second man gives you a smile.

“Shall we head inside?” Jay directs the group through the doors.

You all find your seats at a table by the window, Hyun sitting beside you while Jay sits across from you.

“So how do you all know each other?” you try for some small talk.

“Jay and I have worked together for a long time,” Hyun smiles fondly at him.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were dating.

“I met Hyun on a dating app, actually,“ Dean offers quite bluntly.

“Oh really? That’s how I met Jay too!”

You’re not quite sure what you’re so excited about. Maybe it’s the fact that you were slightly embarrassed of that fact. You’re still not used to the reality that this is just how dating is now…meeting people through apps and connecting with each other through a screen. It’s completely new territory for you.

“What app are you using?” Dean’s eyebrows peak in interest.

“Oh, I’m trying out this new one called –“

“Hey, the waiter! Why don’t we go ahead and order our food?” Jay interrupts with a forced smile.

Everyone places an order while you peek in Jay’s direction to see a slight flush on his cheeks. He keeps conversation with you while Hyun and Dean talk between themselves. You can tell she’s starstruck over him and it takes everything in your power to not giggle when you catch her eyes trailing to his lips as he speaks.

Your own date is good looking as well. He keeps himself well trimmed and clean, and you admire the way his eyes crinkle when he talks about something he’s interested in. He’s a bit smaller than Dean, but he carries himself confidently.

You find he works in the talent industry along with Hyun, and that music and production are his passions. From someone who graduated college with a strict science background, you find it slightly difficult to relate to his world, but you politely smile and nod when appropriate.

Hyun talks nonstop beside you, and you glance at Dean to find him politely smiling and nodding as well.

“So what are you into, ___?” Jay folds his hands under his chin and smiles at you expectantly.

“I like art,” you think about the doodles in your sketchbook. “A majority of my mediums are graphite but sometimes I experiment with acrylics.”

Jay raises his eyebrows and nods his head as if impressed. “Do you have any samples?”

“Not really,” you can feel your cheeks burn.

Dean muffles a chuckle from across the table and everyone turns their attention towards him. When he realizes it, he straightens up and clears his throat.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” he apologizes.

“Anyway,” Jay looks back to you. Did you just see him roll his eyes? “You’ve got to show me your art sometime. Maybe we can use it as an album cover for one of my projects.”

“Oh jeez, I don’t think my art is good enough for that,” your cheeks burn again. “I haven’t really messed around with digital software.”

Dean laughs out loud this time and you can visibly see irritation on Jay’s face. Hyun smiles at him apologetically as if to calm him down, and you try to dissolve the strange tension growing amongst the table.

“What’s so funny, Dean?”

He smiles at you, a soft smile, one of interest as you watch his eyes study your face.

“Why is your face so red? You look like a tomato!”

Your hands immediately fly to your cheeks to cover up the rosy tint. This always happens when you’re embarrassed. You turn away, trying to calm yourself down as Dean continues laughing.

“Damn it,” you curse under your breath.

“Really? Lemme see!” Hyun squeals beside you, really only wanting to laugh along with Dean.

“Fuuuck,” you curse louder now, knowing too well that your cheeks are only getting worse. You never liked being the center of attention.

“I think it’s cute,” Jay pipes up from across the table.

You give him a grateful look, and an even more grateful one to the waiter who interrupts the scene with everyone’s food. Your burning cheeks are suddenly forgotten as everyone focuses on claiming their plates.

Everyone but Dean, that is. He’s smiling at you, and you make eye contact for a brief moment as he mouths what you make out to be “cute.”

You shake your head, feeling a weird churning in your stomach from having captivated his attention. After all, his laughing only implies that he had been watching you.

“Wow Hyun, you’re so healthy!” you try to avert everyone’s attention to her food, the house salad with a small side of tomato soup.

“Not at all,” she beams back at you, clearly pleased from the attention. “I’ve got a project coming out in the next few months so I’m trying to watch my weight.”

“That must be hard,” you look at her with sympathy as she begins to cut her food into smaller pieces.

You notice Jay as well with a healthier option, lean chicken with a side of broiled vegetables. Is this some kind of unspoken rule for people in the talent industry? You look down at your plate, a medium rare steak smeared with garlic, herbs, and butter with a side of pan seared potatoes. Carb overload.

“Well I love food, so I eat anything and everything,” Dean exclaims while beaming at his own.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you realize you both ordered the same thing.

“Ah, ___, I see you love food too!”

Dean’s smiling at you and you can’t help but smile back. Food is your weakness.

“I once ate an entire pizza by myself and then two cup ramen noodles,” you shamelessly brag.

“I don’t believe you,” he laughs. “You’re so tiny, where does it all go?”

“When something is delicious, it’s zero calories,” you wittily reply.

Hyun stares at you in disbelief while Jay looks between the two of you with an unreadable expression.

“Do you like sweets, Y/N?” he cuts in.

“I love sweets,” you dreamily sigh as you start to slice through your steak.

“I know a really good café downtown, maybe you and I can check it out after dinner.”

You chew through the steak and the butter effortlessly melts in your mouth, creating a delectable mix of flavors with the herbs and seasoning.

“Wow, this is really good,” you declare after another bite.

Dean hums along with you as he pops a piece of meat into his mouth. “Yeah, we’ve got great taste.”

You can’t help but laugh. What a strange thing, sharing a moment with a man between your mutual love for food.

“___?”

“Sorry, were you saying something?” your ears burn slightly from guilt.

Jay flashes a smile that doesn’t touch his eyes and it puts you off. You know you’re supposed to be on a date with him, but nothing shared between you two so far has given you any spark or indication that you are compatible. You apologize and decide to give him another try.

“Sure, the café sounds good.”

He sits back and clicks his tongue, pleased with himself as he addresses Dean indirectly through Hyun, “Looks like you’ll have to find your own way home tonight.”

You sheepishly smile, very much aware of the over looming tension growing at the table. You decide it’s probably for the best that you focus your attention on your date for the rest of the night. In an attempt to take initiative, you decide to ask Jay about his music. His eyes light up instantly.

“I have some samples of music videos, do you want to see?”

“Sure,” you smile, trying to maintain eye contact before you catch Hyun trying to show Dean samples of her own music.

Much to your distaste, the videos Jay chooses to share with you contain a lot of women and nudity. The music is fun and the rhythms are catchy, so you try to zone in on those aspects instead.

“Your music is very catchy,” you praise him after the song ends. “The video must have been fun to -”

“Thanks!” He beams in interruption. “Let me show you a different one!”

“Oh, sure,” you inwardly sigh.

The next song is slow and the video is even more sensual than the previous one. Somehow this doesn’t surprise you. When the song ends all you can do is nod, but it seems enough to please Jay.

“Maybe if things work out, you can star in one of my next videos,” he winks at you.

Your cheeks instantly warm as you hear a muffled chuckle across the table which you choose to ignore. You’re trying to focus your attention on Jay, afterall.

“Oh god, I don’t think I could. I’m so awkward in front of cameras.”

“That’s what they all say,” Hyun leans in to cut into your conversation. “But it’s really fun once you get over it.”

“If I remember correctly, you were pretty awkward when you first started making videos,” Jay teases her.

“Let’s not talk about that,” her laugh is light and feathery but you know there’s warning laced underneath.

“Remember that video we filmed together? I had to tell you what to do with your hands!”

“Jay.”

“If you want, I can show you some of her earlier videos -”

She shoots a laser glare at him and he laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender. You take this moment to glance at Dean to find him staring at you, and he greets you with a smile as he shakes his head subtly in reaction to the other two at the table.

You let out a small giggle, inclined to agree to his silent comment. A quick reflection of the night would tell you both that you are not compatible with either of your respective dates. Dean tilts his head towards the door and you highly consider his offer. But how are you both going to get out of this?

Jay turns his attention back to you just as Dean excuses himself for the bathroom.

“So ______, you got any other plans later this evening?”

“Not really,” you consider coming up with an excuse to get out of your cafe date after dinner.

“Oh that’s perfect, do you want to come over -”

By some stroke of luck, your very loud ringtone cuts in to interrupt and your ears burn as you fumble with your phone to silence it.

“I’m so sorry, I thought I turned that off,” you cancel the call just to have the same unknown number call back right away.

You try to cancel it again but the third consecutive call tells you that it might be your way out of here.

“Actually, I should probably take this,” you apologetically excuse yourself from the table and head for the bathroom.

You’re about to answer the phone as you turn the corner and run into Dean, phone in hand and a big smile on his face.

“I was getting worried,” he laughs. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to answer.”

“I usually don’t answer numbers I don’t recognize,” you look at him amazed. “How did you -”

He wiggles his phone in front of you and you recognize your dating app right away.

“I hope it doesn’t sound too creepy,” he ruffles a hand through his hair. “I saw you fiddling on the app while we were both waiting outside and found you on here. Most people don’t post their phone number on these things.”

“Oh,” your cheeks grow warm. “Yeah, I’m still trying to figure this dating app thing out.”

“Well, what do you say?” he points down the hall towards an exit out back.

“Are you serious?” your stomach churns. You’ll admit you’re probably not gonna go further with Jay after tonight, but walking out on him like this and leaving a bad impression…

“Don’t tell me you’d rather sit through another hour of that,” the man laughs.

“Okay, you’ve got a point. But what am I supposed to say when he tries to reach out to me on the app?”

Dean takes a second to ponder while carefully studying your face. “Something tells me you’re not gonna be needing that anytime soon.”

He has a mischievous smirk on his face but you take the hint and follow him out the back door.

“Yeah, I can say the same for you.”

#deantrbl #deanfluenza #deantrbl fic #deanfluenza fic #kwon hyuk fic #kwon hyuk #dean fic

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wrong--lever · 6 years

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Your Thoughts for OW’s Lore At Blizzcon

**Edit - would help to tag you hurr durr @freckledmccree

I like how you will indulge in detailed speculation and interpretation of OW lore and don’t center all ideas around one specific (noncanon) idea but will admit occasional personal bias. I also really appreciate that you steer relatively clear from fanon and when people respond to your writings you don’t have an attitude or seemingly disregard them. Sooo, that’s why I wrote this disgustingly long thing even tho I’m paranoid about being annoying.

(Apology beforehand if you have answered any of these before, I have not properly stalked your blog yet. Also, excuse my rambling I did my best to be coherent. Lastly, I only have one friend who is kinda into OW and I feel bad to bother them 24/7 so I talk a lot in this.)

McCree Speculation

The following assumes that the new cinematic will be McCree’s.

If there is another known character in the short along with McCree, excluding flashbacks, who do you think it would be?

I have 3-4 ideas even though I would not say they are likely. And with any of these I don't imagine a role any larger than Brig's in Honor and Glory or even Zarya in Infiltration.

A.) Genji. I don't think it's likely but I wouldn't be surprised. It also might be risky on Blizzard's part because many are salty about Genji's abundance of lore compared to others. (Which is dumb and I would gladly rant on it but it's not the point) Reasons:

Notable increase of McCree's interactions w/him.

McCree might've left OW in a less professional fashion than others. Which would mean he may not have anything to be alerted by for the recall. Especially since he went underground for a while. Winston’s contact info? Long since changed.

From how I interpret “Dragons” it seems that Genji has received the call as well as offered Hanzo a choice to go w/him “The world is changing once again, Hanzo. And it's time to pick a side.” So why not others?

Genji has also been canonically in touch w/at least one other ex OW member. So why not try to get in touch with another member that we know he directly worked with?

My logic - Why would their interactions matter?

McCree's asking about how Genji dealt with the loss of his body emotionally/physically as well as Genji's response leaves room for the implication that Genji knows how he lost his arm.

Why would Genji go in person?

Well, I mean you probably don't wanna broadcast that your getting the highly illegal band back together. In which said band also is also hated by the UN and every other terrorist organization on the planet.

How will Genji know how to find him?

Cause he's a ninja, duh. But seriously McCree most likely said something before he quit OW and if not Genji would just have to look at the news and he'd be there.

B.) Sombra. If anything I wouldn't be surprised by a small reference to her rather than actually seeing her.

Reflections comic (duh)

My logic - I expect Sombra to get involved with a little bit of everything. She likes making people question their beliefs on who is “right” or “wrong”.

She would most likely know about the recall so if she wants to manipulate that at all she could be the one to tell McCree about it. Idk, she’s a wildcard with anything.

C.) Fio. The Blackwatch Pilot in Retribution. (I used “known” characters loosely) I'm not sure on my certainty with her, tbh. But I do find it rather intriguing. (I said no flashbacks but maybe with this one)

Fio's only lines that are not directly related towards the mission are all directed towards McCree.

The tone of them is clearly on the teasing/banter side of things.

My logic - Why have this side character show any interest in conversation outside of the task at hand?

If she was just being used for the game mode and as lore filler it would make more sense to have only lines relating to the mission. Or have generalized ones for the team. But she has multiple focusing on the one and only Jesse McCree.

Reasons for that could be that they ran out of time to add other interactions. Which would explain why McCree does not acknowledge her comments. (The only time he was quiet during the mission is when she talked to him, rip you got denied girl) Or it could be that they knew each other previously or trained together in some of the early days of Blackwatch.

D.) Mercy. This one I would be surprised to see but it would have some logic to it.

Losing his arm, depending on the how/when/where.

She is not one of the characters who speak to him about his arm.

My logic - Who fixed his arm up for him?

Depending on how/when/where he lost his arm he may have shyed away from public hospitals. Especially with Talon seemingly controlling so much of the press. So he may of wanted someone he personally trusted as well as doctor patient confidentiality.

Why does Mercy of all people not ask about the prosthetic?

Out of the people who question McCree Mercy isn't one of them. Which may seem odd since she has known him for so long and her being a doctor. However, she does call out his smoking. So this proves she does pay attention to his over all health. (Which I am aware is a much older interaction) But it would have been a good opportunity to have her inquire about the arm there if she doesn't already know.

Do you think McCree will directly receive the recall or from some other source?

What do you think of the fact that McCree lost his left arm specifically?

If the loss of McCree's arm is related to the Deadlock Gang do you speculate that it was intentionally the arm that had his tattoo on it? With how far McCree got in his career/life with OW and potentially spilling info on the gang when caught some people might want him to hurt. Not just die. To me forcefully sawing off the branding of the gang he betrayed would fit the bill. As well as be a good warning for others. (Not that blizzard would show that)

How do you imagine the camaraderie within Deadlock to be?

I ask this since in “Hero” right before the Los Muertos member throws the grenade it shows him actively choosing to help the other gang members (very broken gang members thanks to Soldier 76)onto the back of the truck instead of getting out ASAP.

I just found that to be notable in how their social structure works. It makes more sense for Los Muertos specifically since they originally wanted to stand up against the politics and speak out for the people still suffering from the Omnic Crisis. They are not formed from the shady work they do.

Deadlock, however, doesn't seem to represent a core ideology. So I wouldn't be surprised if when OW caught some of them the others ran. Especially since McCree would probably still be pretty low in the pecking order at the time.

Can you imagine a shoot out in the warehouse tho, that'd be so risky people could be anywhere and there's no good line of sight except for where the truck drives through. Sneaky teen McCree climbing around and ish

Do you expect/hope for the origin on any mementos to be revealed?

My only idea is his iconic BAMF belt buckle. We know he's had it for quite a while since he wears it here:

Just thought Blizzard could do something cute with it if they wanted.

Do you have any thoughts on the Deadlock Torb skin?

Idk, this is kinda silly but people have talked about it. People do have a good point that it’s odd for him to have that skin.

Lastly, do you have any little head canons that you hope to see confirmed?

Nothing serious just simple personal hopes from the cinematic which may or may not set you up for disappointment cause fun

(When I first started writing this I had two questions, rip. I'm pretty sure I forgot one of the original questions too)

Other Blizzcon Lore Speculation

Do you have any ideas for the new hero?

Personally, I do not have any super strong theories but I do have a few loose ideas. Tbh, I can’t especially convince myself of any these besides the likelihood of said character being a tank.

A.) Talon Tank

Reasons:

Moira’s origin story contains two possible indicators towards this, or another Talon member in general.

We need another main tank added to the roster (opinion)

Talon has a character for every role except tanking (weak)

Popular request (weak)

My Logic lacking- Majority of this idea comes from Moira’s origin story which shows this relatively well known photo with a person or armored suit of some kind on the back panel here:

I used to think of this to be much harder evidence than I do now since it looks like it could be a uncolored design used for the Talon members in Retribution. However, there’s another detail in the photo (including the version with the different back panel that I believe could point to another member. Each character, excluding Moira, has their line of sight going to the same spot. My doodles for emphasis:

(Reaper is kind of hard to tell but that’s basically his entire role in Talon at this point, lol) Who are they all looking at? This could just be an artistic choice for viewer immersion but it also could be rather purposeful. To me, it looks like a proposition to someone, with the panel in the back for emphasis. If not a proposition, perhaps the workings of a plan or setting clear expectations for said person. (either version works for this context) This someone must be rather important to have them all there. Moira is looking back at the rest of them, seemingly reading their expressions/body language. She seems pleased but then again she’s a tad bit odd.

B.) Mystery Characters

Idek, I added this cause I could. This is not likely at all but will remain on the list of possibilities as long as Overwatch shall live.

Have been shown or spoken of very early on but nothing since

Recently mentioned names but no physical hints of who/what they are

Tying up some long held questions (weak)

Popular demand (weak)

My logic (or lack there of) - I have exactly one tiny speck of logic for this. Mystery characters shown and/or spoken of before the cancellation of the First Strike comic are still occasionally brought up to the OW team. Yet they have conveniently not retconned them. Why not say they are no longer a significant part of the story when there has been no updates on them for 2ish years? Maybe they are just keeping the possibility open. Liao and the two from Ana’s origin story are the best (only?) examples:

There is also more recently mentioned characters such as Ray and Fio. Ray was discussed mostly early this year and all we know about them is the following:

We do not know anything else about who or what Ray is. I do not 100% believe Ray is an actual person but you never know. The comment on the beard and his response to has Ray’s combat experience could be some teasing on Michael Chu’s part. To me, Ray is either a person, an omnic, or some sort of computer system used in the Orca. I should note that another AI other than Athena would seem odd especially with the whole reason OW formed and all.

(Fio I have already discussed but at least we know she’s an actual person, hopefully...OW is weird man)

What do you think of the common theory of Sanjay Korpal being the next hero?

Personally, I think he lacks the look of an OW character. He looks rather plain to me, almost like a background character used to fill up comic space. I do believe his role is going to grow substantially in the lore but as an in game hero? Eh, I don’t know. Another thing I struggle with imagining is him being a tank like a lot of people presume. It would be interesting with what Vishkar can do with hard light technology to have a tank based on that, I will admit. Just don’t see him filling the role of that, he doesn’t strike me as someone who wants to get his hands dirty. I will admit, that this is very strictly my opinion and read of his character and by no means is anything to go off of speculation wise.

But, if I’m wrong, then next years first cinematic should definitely be a Symmetra/Lucio one and it should definitely have Symmetra kiCKING HIS ASS FOR MANIPUlATING HER foR GOD KNOWs hOW LONG..ahem.

Do you think a comic will be released soon?

They usually put out comics on Wednesdays but they have been odd this year when it comes to them. Idk, if they’ll announce one at Blizzcon. I kinda doubt it. Personally, I’m hoping for a really kick ass Christmas comic since in Reflections it ended with Winston saying he has a good feeling for “next year” (OW’s next year cause timeline) plus last year’s was cute but underwhelming.

I think that’s all I have to ask/discuss for now? I had ideas keep popping up but I kept going back over what I already wrote and my attention span is all or nothing soooo there goes my ideas into the void.

***Random ass question cause you like RDR2. I keep getting a gamestop ad for it and it’s bugging me cause I can’t make out what this guy is saying. It sounds like “I don’t want to kill all you smooth dutch. Just you.” Idk where the exact video is rip, but I feel like I’m really mishearing the guy, lmao.

Non Sequiturs and Stupid Fangirl Squealing

(possibly completely incoherent warning idk how to wenglish when im excited pls ignore mw)

I saw a comic aart thing once and it had young jesse punch Jack in the face and Reyes thought it was the funniest thing and I feel like that’s in character

What if Reyes had a few choices on who to recruit and he was like I want the cowboy chose the instead of the trained older guys. Ana would be like Reyes no and Reyes would be like I want the damn cowboy

I never realised how much I appreciate McCree’s character until the hints of him having a short started popping up. Before I liked him sure, I just never thought too deep into how they could expand on his character. Originally I was just like, “so Reyes picked this kid out of a big ass gang and had him trained among the world’s most renowned soldiers and he still is perfectly content being a cowboy?” Good for you my dudely man, good for you,

wanna see skinny (lean) young McCree but everyone will want the skin but it wont look the same with his in game model so blegh

I agree with you on how you think reyes recruited him, so many people think he just yeeted jesse at a bunch of angry omnics and was like lol have a cowboy

Imagine McCree being so confused by the weird ass original OW team like y there captain america, my new found father, a dwarf (swede) and an 8 ft german happy meal

He’d be so intimidated by Ana I bench lift Reinhardt for fun Amari being his coach like asdfsdf

But I think with her training it’d be the first real time he let his guard down without him realizing it because he was so in awe of her sniping skills and being able to get taught by her, bonding over shooting people half a continent away yAY

What if we see lil pharah??? I’ll die???

Okay I’ve said this to another blog but even tho McCree is not my “type” I’m still gonna need to strap my ovaries in place for this short, cause booooooooyyyyyyyyy (I dont even have a type but I guess I mean a lil scruffy?)

#overwatch #jesse mccree #lore speculation #blizzcon #long ass post #i started this in your ask box on thursday afternoon and now it's 1:40 am on saturday #sorry if there are mistakes i tried to clean this up as best i could #freckled mccree

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kirbykwan-blog · 6 years

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You look at me and smell the tangerine (Verkwan)

Verkwan AU

Sadness/fluff/Chubby Seungkwan

This was my first fic, be gentle with me

(Unedited, originally posted on AO3)

It was dark, and the smell of Seungkwan was still there, on his pillowcase. He loved the way Seungkwan smelled, his hair of sweet citrus and his skin of fresh vanilla. Everything about Seungkwan was sweet, his scent, his smile, his personality.. even his laugh. That's one of the reasons Hansol loved to be around him. Boo Seungkwan had been his best friend for three years now, and he wouldn't ask for anyone else to take his space. Seungkwan was a good listener, and always listened to what Hansol had to say, even if he didn't know much about the subject in the first place.

Hansol would give anything up for Seungkwan, he just wanted to keep his best friend safe. He crawled out of bed groggily, rubbing his eyes and letting out a soft yawn. It was already 8:46am, so he knew that Kwannie was already at work. Hansol admired how hard Seungkwan worked, never getting to work late at all. He worked as a music teacher at the local primary school, and the kids absolutely adored him! Hansol adored him too.

Hansol picked up his phone and sent out a message to Seungkwan, just the basic and simple 'Good morning lil dumpling! have a wonderful day!'. He texted Seungkwan goodmorning every morning, he had since they had first become friends. Seungkwan would always giggle at him, telling him that he didn't need to put effort into that every single day. He thought it was plain silly, but Hansol on the other hand, never stopped.

Hansol got dressed the way he did every day, padding out to the kitchen to get breakfast, his smile growing larger at the little stickies his best friend had left all over the small apartment kitchen. Vernon forgot things a lot, so Seungkwan would write a small note to him on a sticky and place it right where he could see it. Some of them said things like, 'Pack a bottle of water and stay hydrated!' or 'Please eat a banana, you need potassium, the bananas will go bad otherwise.' All were embellished with small doodles of whatever had been on his mind. Little clouds and stars littered the small neon notes, keeping the words company.

He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet, turning the sink on to fill the container to the brim with water, just like Seungkwan had said to do. He also grabbed one of the slowly browning bananas from the countertop before heading out of the apartment, locking the door behind him. It was chilly outside, and he really hoped that Seungkwan remembered his jacket before he had left that morning. Despite the fluff on the boys body, Seungkwan still managed to get cold very easily. Not long into their friendship, Hansol had noticed his hoodies and pullovers all went missing. It didn't take him long to find out the culprit had been the tangerine boy himself, snatching all his warm items up because he 'thought they were comfy' and because 'they smelled like apples'. Vernon had no idea why Seungkwan thought he smelled of apples, but he didn't mind the compliment.

He trekked down the street to his office building, smiling brightly at the primary school when he walked by. He waved at the building as if Seungkwan could really see it, which he knew was impossible. He was busy singing little nursery rhymes to the children, laughing as they sang along in their sweet young voices. Thinking about that made Hansol think about Seungkwans' smile, like a perfect crescent. Hansol stopped in his tracks, just to daydream about Seungkwans smile. The way his whole face lit up made Hansols heart sing, his eyes reduced to small bright slivers every time his lips turned up into his perfect bunny smile. Everything about Boo Seungkwan made Hansol so so warm inside.

Hansol began walking again, thoughts of seungkwans smile in his mind. He pushed open the door to his office building, the man at the front desk looking quite concerned. "Mr. Chwe, hello. Its nice to see you so happy today!" he spoke with a small smile.

Hansol returned the smile, "Its an absolutely wonderful day, a bit cold though. Wear a jacket if you choose to go outside, Soonyoung!"

The man at the desk smiled his big smile some more and began to type onto his computer again as Hansol was walking away.

Hansol walked into the elevator and hummed softly to himself, deciding to text Seungkwan that he had gotten to work safely. It was a simple text with a small smiley emoticon tacked onto the end, the one that he found himself only using in his texts to Seungkwan. That's only because Seungkwan made him happy, and he wanted his best friend to know it.

The elevator dinged and let him off, and Hansol pushed his cellphone back into his hind pocket, making his way down the long hallway to his own personal office. Hansols' job wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, in fact it was actually quite boring to say the least. He just sat in his little brightly lit office and answered phonecalls, occasionally even sending out emails. He sat down in the navy blue spinning chair and came face to face with the photo on his desk.

He smiled at the memory, the photo just he and Seungkwan in the middle of New York together. He had brought Seungkwan with him on his trip last year, and it was absolute art to see his squishy little face light up at all of the sights. Of course it was just another big city, but it was the first big city they had ever been to together.

The photo was just a selfie of the two of them standing in Times Square, a smile on both of their faces. Seungkwan was looking up at all the lights, but Hansol seemed to be looking right at Seungkwan. When the boy had asked why he was staring at him, he rolled his eyes and said he was just looking at a Pidgeon in that general direction.

Anyone who knew Hansol knew that it was a lie, but Seungkwan believed it, so he wasn't worried. That was one of the best memories of he and Seungkwan, but it wasn't the only thing Seungkwan related in his office. He had stickies everywhere, just like the ones at home, except they were all white instead of neon 'to fit with the workplace aesthetic' he had said.

Sometimes Seungkwan would come and visit him while he was working and leave silly little motivational notes, or just inside jokes, there was even a sticky that just had a picture of a butt on it. They were all scattered around his office, and he had been told if he took them down he would have his head shaved in the middle of the night.

Hansol would never take them down anyway. They brought color to the office, metaphorically of course. He just worked now, smiling to himself, eating some of his half browned banana while he sent out all of his important emails and doodled on MS Paint, falling asleep an hour or so into the day.

He woke up soon after snoozing, working the rest of the day with no complaints. He finished off his last phonecall and his last MS paint drawing of a cat before getting his things together to go home. After he had taken his short nap, the day went by in grey, he didn't even want to take a lunch break.

Hansol skulked out of the office building, not bothering to say a goodbye to Soonyoung as he started on his way home. Something caught his eye as he was walking, and he stopped dead in his tracks. Across the street was a little cart selling different colors of carnations, and what kind of person would Hansol be if he didn't buy one of those for his best friend?

He carefully made his way across the street, purchasing a dozen pink ones from the boy at the stand who flashed him an angelic smile, he thanked the gardener politely before resuming his walk home. By now the sky was darkening, and all the streetlights were on. Hansol remembered a lot of things, like how once he took a stroll with Seungkwan on this very street once, at this time of evening.

They held hands, Seungkwan wrapped up tight in Vernons coat, snow fluttering softly to the ground. Little flakes danced in the wind as if they were trained to do so, some landing on seungkwans pink nose and cheeks, some even settling down atop his eyelashes. He remembered the conversation they had.

"Noni.. Why is it so cold. Why did you bring me out here in the cold. I'm not a fan of the cold, nor am I a fan of you at this very moment!" Seungkwan had asked in a huff, his face contorted into a pout that looked more cute than actually upsetting in any way.

Vernon had rolled his eyes, squeezing his hand tighter. "I thought maybe if I took someone as warm hearted as you out here, all the snow would melt and spring would come. I suppose I mistook you for someone else, though, because you're just as bitter as the wind."

It had been that point that Seungkwan had demanded they go inside, and Hansol happily obliged, making his friend the warmest hot chocolate he could, trying but failing to make it as sweet as the boy himself.

Vernon was so lost in thought, he almost missed his turn. Almost. He took a left across the road and continued walking until his feet hit the grass. This isn't where he meant to go, but its where his feet were leading him. He almost didn't realize what he was doing until he took a seat in the grass. "Hi, How are you?" He didn't wait for a response before speaking again, "I brought you these flowers, the carnations are your favorites right? And also this." He slid off his jacket, wrapping it around Seungkwan comfortingly. "Its a bit cold, you really should wear a jacket out here you know."

He looked at seungkwans face, the boy smiling back at him like he always did. He reached up and ran his fingertips across the glass of the picture frame, he would have to replace it soon. "I'm just glad it isn't snowing yet, although I'm sure your heart will keep you warm. With you spring is always here. Did you get my goodmorning text by the way? I really hope you did.."

His voice wasn't as bright anymore, not now. "I thought about you all day. I know you wouldn't want me to cry over you, and I swear I don't mean to.." Hansol sniffed softly. "I really love you. I love you so much that sometimes it keeps me up at night. I wish I would have told you that more, I wish I would have bought you more flowers."

He trailed off, standing up, he gently placed the flowers and half the banana onto the ground as if they were glass. As if they were fragile.

Hansol felt so fragile.

He wrapped the coat tighter around the headstone that read the worst name it could, Boo Seungkwan. "Thank you for listening. You always listen. Goodnight, Seungkwan. I hope you rest well.. Please enjoy your flowers."

And with that, Hansol turned away from the headstone littered with dozens of flowers and most of Hansols hoodies and pullovers. Seungkwan had always said that they were comfy and smelled like apples. He never understood how he smelled like apples, but he took the compliment anyways.

He made his way back to their apartment, trudging up the stairs to the place he called home. He numbly walked past the couch where they had shared their first kiss. He walked into the bathroom, where he had first told Seungkwan he was beautiful, even though he had a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his hair was all wet. Hansol took a quick shower, getting out almost as soon as he had gotten in. He wasn't worried about that now.

He walked into their bedroom, slipping on some clothes, eyeballing the stickies on the bedroom mirror that said bright things such as 'you look great today' or 'I like that shirt!' all kept company by the usual little doodles on them. The notes were like little doodles of clouds and stars on the empty home, little neon pieces of company for Hansol. They kept him going somehow.

He let out a sigh before sitting on his bed, attaching his phone to its charger. He rested his head on the pillows and let out a choked sob, it was dark, and the smell of Seungkwan was still there, on his pillowcase. He loved the way Seungkwan smelled.

END

#verkwan #hansol vernon chwe #verkwan fic #kwaninoni #kpop #fanfic #boo seungkwan #first post #first fic #seventeen #sad #fluff #im sorry #oneshot #one shot #verkwan oneshot

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midautumnnightdream · 6 years

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Appearance headcanon or childhood headcanon for Prouvaire or Feuilly?

Ooh!

I kinda want to do all of these, but I'm starting with Prouvaire here, because my ideas for him are a bit clearer – though not quite what you might call coherent. Basically everything I have on his background is based on the following:

his introduction makes a reference to multiple protestant authors

at some point he learned several languages literally just so he could read his fave authors in original

the little speech he has on nature of god(s) and religion (also Nerval's opinions on the similar subject)

he's implied to be more sympathetic to Napoleon than the rest of the Amis

my weird internal aesthetic logic that sorts all the southern Amis as either Sea People or Mountains People

So what do I have?

I haven't figured out all the geographic origins yet, but i'm tentatively placing Prouvaire in Grenoble – essentially because it was bonapartist, significant to FRev, had protestant history and because Prouvaire is mountains #aesthetic.

I haven’t figured out the exact timelines either, but his birth year is 1804 for now (February, because Pisces)

His mother was a protestant with a long family history and fairly intense religious convictions, while his father was nominally catholic, in what-passes-for-lukewarm-in-19th-cent-France sort of way. Baby Jehan got introduced to works of protestant writers by his mother and then to different religions by his great aunt in a fairly early age and it definitely made an impact.

His father held a position of Some Significance under bonapartist regime – I haven't yet figured out what exactly; not military and not the kind of politics that would get him into serious trouble with Restauration. Something to do with diplomacy maybe? Anyway, they travel a lot during bonapartist years and Baby Jehan is left under the care of Awesome but Impractical great aunt who lives in a small town in the mountains – I touched on it a bit in my Poetry Smash week fic here. Basically, the Great Aunt (who really needs a name) is living the ivory tower academic's dream and is definitely not a parental type, but turns out she’s a surprisingly patient teacher for an overly curious little kid who wants to read and understand All The Things. (If said little kid takes an astrology lesson too much to heart and ends up wandering outside at 2am and getting lost, then that's his problem, not hers.)

(Basically Prouvaire had an awesome childhood, but thanks god for Great Auntie's maids, is what i'm saying.)

During the Restauration, his parents pull back from public life a bit and focus on local issues for the rest of their lives. Grenoble was something of a bonapartist stronghold, as well as having been a significant location of revolutionary events – probably there was quite a bit of disgruntlement with the "new" regime. Baby Jehan gets sent off to boarding school not long after after Waterloo and it's pretty much a hell to him, in all the fun ways a 19th century boarding school would be, for a weirdo kid with lots of controversial opinions and no concept of rules and strict routines, or basic tact for that matter. It's an awkward situation all around, because while the parents Prouvaire genuinely love their son, they haven't had him around enough to figure this whole parenting thing; in any case they have fairly different opinions on when and how to take a stand. There's Some Drama, and by the time Jehan goes off to Paris, they are resolved to be cautiously encouraging of artistic endeavors, and the importance of critical thought and awareness of social issues, but also insistent that none of these things should be worth ruining his life over.

(Needless to say, that argument is never quite resolved)

As for the appearance, I really makes me want to at least try to draw properly, because I have a pretty clear mental images of several Amis, but none of them break down into words very well. Anyway, my Prouvaire is middling tall, but in the gangly awkward way that always makes him seem either taller or shorter than he actually is – big hands and feet he doesn’t quite knows what to do with and tendency to hunch over when feeling shy. Darker skin, long nose, sharp chin, really dark brown eyes and hair. His hair changes quite a bit over the years, being short when he arrives to Paris, then growing out over the next several years (basically he's That One Guy at Hernani), but while his hair appears mostly straight, there's enough wave in it that it eventually becomes kinda unmanageable without proper care, so he cuts it back to under shoulder length (a la that terrible doodle on my poetry smash week fic). My happy AU for successful revolution would have him growing his hair out again and then discovering the amazing world of Elaborate Braids...

#me memes #les mis headcanons #character thoughts #Jehan Prouvaire #aflamethatneverdies

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pretendtobepunkrock · 6 years

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Tattoo Artist AU

Ashton

It was a rarity, the two of you having the same customers.

In fact, typically, whilst Ashton worked on permanently inking a design onto a man’s bicep, you’d often watch the customer’s girlfriend cross the street and wander into your shop, chatting happily to you and looking at the bouquets whilst she waited for him to be finished. Likewise, it wasn’t uncommon for him to see men strolling out of your shop with a bunch of flowers in hand before presenting them to the girl he’d just finished tattooing. However the purchaser of flowers was seldom the one being tattooed, and vice versa.

What was rarer however, was the two of you entering each other’s shops.

And it wasn’t that you had anything against the tattoo parlour. You had no objection to tattoos, or the shop in particular, and it wasn’t as if it looked intimidating or dodgy from the outside. You both worked on a respectable street and had good reputations. But for an unknown reason, you kept to your side of the street lined with pretty flowers and he kept to his side, art work bursting out of the building.

It didn’t mean Ashton couldn’t admire you from afar though.

The fact that both the front of your flower shop and his tattoo parlour were giant windows was often used to his advantage. From the reception desk, he could look directly across the street to where your counter was, and if he craned his neck just the right way, he could see it from his station as well. Ashton was mesmerised by the way you could arrange flowers without looking at them, how your hands just seemed to know what to do with the delicate objects. He didn’t want to admit that over time, he had learnt which of your smiles were forced for stressful customers, which were genuine for those you liked. His favourite was the one when you handled Peonies, he’d worked out those were your favourites.

Ashton just wished you had a smile saved for him.

It took him months to gather enough courage to cross the street. And he’d never admit it to his friends, all just as covered in ink as him, but he’d never been as nervous as the second he stepped into your shop, finally coming face to face with you. He felt out of place, his tall frame and black ink standing out harshly against the bright colours of the intricate bouquets.

“You’re on the wrong side of the street.”

You sit on a stool behind the counter, your white shirt again the opposite of his black tank top. There’s a playful smile pulling at your lips and Ashton can’t help the one that slips onto his own face at your attempt at a joke.

“Says who?”

“Well considering your shop is approximately twenty feet away…”

“I have not been looking into the window of this shop for the past six months to admire the flowers.”

The grin is still on your lips as you mull over his words, cocking your head to the side as you look him up and down. Ashton smirks and gains back his confidence, crossing the room to lean his forearms against the counter, eyes dropping to read your nametag.

“Y/N’s a pretty name.” He mutters, eyes returning to yours. “Anything thoughts on my declaration?”

You grin at him, eyes darting to the door when another customer enters. Ashton straightens up as you move off the counter, going to greet them before turning back to send him a wink.

“It’s not the tattoos that make the view so good.”

Michael

He’d met you because of his job.

But unlike all the girls before you who’d wandered in with wide eyes as he asked them how he could help, you hadn’t been nervous. Not only that, but your face had stuck in his mind, imprinted in his brain and he couldn’t shake the way your smile had widened at his words. And then you’d pulled out the design for your tattoo, something you’d designed yourself, being an art student. Michael couldn’t believe his luck; beautiful and talented.

You’d left with the tattoo, he’d left with your number.

A year down the line and he’s thanking his lucky stars it was him who had taken your booking, not Ashton or Luke or Calum. Because Michael doesn’t think there’s anyone else in his world more perfect for him than you.

He hadn’t believed in soul mates before you.

But Michael was pretty sure there was no one in the world more perfect for him than you. You, who distressed his jeans when they weren’t quite right, and painted his denim jackets to make them more artistic. In fact, most of his clothes had been altered by you somehow; a dragon drawn on here or a few rips there. Because art wasn’t just what you studied, it was who you were. Colours and patterns and textures swirled around you wherever you went as if they were coming from your fingertips. Sometimes, Michael thought they did.

Sometimes, he was jealous.

Not in a way that he resented you, he wasn’t sure he could ever do that. But sometimes he was just in awe that you always seemed to be creating something, always doodling on a piece of scrap paper or colouring in blank spaces. Michael had always thought he was pretty good at art until he saw your pieces.

“Mike, there are literally hundreds of people walking around with your artwork on their bodies.” You’d protested once, ignoring the way he’d rolled his eyes. “So cut the crap, you’re an amazing artist.”

The two of you agreed to disagree on who was the better artist.

But more often than not, the two of you would help each other in some way. If you couldn’t quite figure out the perfect colour for something, Michael would find it for you and paint a stripe of it down your nose for good measure. And he’d lost count of the times you’d popped into this tattoo parlour only to sit with him as he worked, murmuring suggestions nervously as if he’d ever reject them.

But his most favourite thing was when you drew on each other.

Sometimes he used you for practise, tracing out an intricate design before he had to permanently ink someone the following day. Sometimes you’d add colour to his black and white designs as if he was a colouring book, sometimes you’d add in your own amongst the patterns that covered his skin. Sometimes, if he was really inspired, he’d draw completely new designs on your skin before taking pictures for future reference. He hadn’t actually tattooed you since your first encounter, but Michael didn’t mind. Whilst he enjoyed covering his skin with ink he knew your tattoo was something unique, something it took you a long time to get right. He didn’t want to ruin that, didn’t want to tarnish the perfect design you’d worked so hard on. And besides, since he’d been the one to tattoo it onto you, it was almost like you’d worked on it together.

And having something that was both of your artwork was better than anything else Michael could think of.

Luke

Luke had many smiles.

There were the grins that stretched his entire face, all teeth and eye creases that expressed pure joy. There were the fake polite smiles he gave to people he didn’t particularly like, including the odd customer. There were the wide beams, the sleepy smiles, the lip twitches when he was amused, the forced smiles when he was sad. And there was the smile that made his eyes light up, the ones the boys claimed he saved only for you.

And there was the smirk he was giving you now.

It was his smuggest look; his ‘I’m so proud look’. It often occurred when he’d won a bet with his friends, or when he’d finished a piece of work he was particularly happy with. You also liked to call it his ‘bad boy look’, as when paired with his black clothes and tattooed skin, it made him look like a cliché straight out of a romance novel. He rolled his eyes when you told him that, but the smirk never faltered.

It annoyed you when you didn’t know what it was for.

“What’s that look for?”

You asked the question as he dropped onto the sofa next to you, having just come back from work. He laughed, kicking off his boots before leaning across to brush his lips on yours, the smirk back on his lips when he pulled away.

“Hello to you, too Pretty Girl.” He chuckled, hand coming up to rub his jaw. “My day was great, thanks for asking.”

“Good. Great. What’s the smirk for?” You ask again, rolling your eyes when he doesn’t respond. “Luke c’mon. What’ve you done?”

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”

“You’re not when you’re smug.”

“Touché.” He nods, smirk somehow widening. “I got a new tattoo.”

“A new tattoo?” You mock gasp. “However did you, Luke Hemmings, tattoo artist at Inkredible, manage to think of such a spontaneous idea?”

“Alright Sarcastic Sally.” Luke laughs, making you grin. “Wanna see it or not?”

“Oh go on then. Treat me.”

He rolls his eyes at your words, but you just smile as he reaches behind his neck, pulling his t shirt up and over his head. Your eyes drop to his torso, noticing the clear wrap around his body. He slowly removes it before turning his side towards you, arm lifting up so you could clearly see the skin over his rib cage. There, in what had previously been a blank gab in between the intricate designs that adorned your boyfriend’s skin, was a small image of two otters, their paws intertwined as their heads point towards each other. Below it, your name was written in small cursive.

“My name?” You ask, eyes looking back up to meet his. “And…otters.”

“Yeah.” He nods, smirk still as proud. “This guy came in the other day, and he’s a zoo keeper right. And it was a pretty massive piece he was getting, and he ended up being the last customer in the shop. So whilst Ash was working on him, Cal, Mike and I started asking him questions and he was telling us animal facts. And he said that when otters sleep, they hold each other’s paws, so they don’t lose each other as they float downstream. And I don’t know, it somehow made me think of us and why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’ve gone soft.” You can’t help the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him. “It’s cute.”

“Yeah yeah.” He rolls his eyes, brushing his lips to yours again. “So you like it?

“I love it.”

And the way he beams back at you, is your most favourite smile of his.

Calum

Originally, you’d only done it as a one off.

You’d gone to meet your friend Michael at the tattoo parlour where he worked after class one day, only to find the receptionist, Jack, begging the boys to give him the following day off work. You listened to the conversation for less than two minutes before you realised it was pointless. The guys were adamant that the shop couldn’t run on a Saturday without a receptionist, and Jack was unwavering in his argument that he couldn’t. Eventually, you’d volunteered your own services just to make it all end.

A year and a half later, it was your part time job and second home.

You grew to love the tattoo parlour, and the boys that came with it. You’d sprawl your textbooks across the reception desk as you studied during your shift, no one caring that you were multi-tasking. Sometimes the guys would come over and read over your shoulder when they weren’t working, often making you laugh as it resulted in them stating it was impossible.

And of course, you met Calum.

You’d always found him attractive, but working in the shop allowed the two of you to grow closer. As the weeks went on, conversation switched from your college work and the designs he was working on to your personal lives. He asked you out one day when the two of you were closing up the shop, leaning against the counter as you logged off the reception computer. You’d not even looked up from what you were doing, shrugging and quipping “Sure.” He’d laughed, shaking his head as he pushed off the counter, winking at you when you finally lifted your eyes to meet his.

Now, you fell more in love with him every day.

From the way he grinned at you in the morning when you moaned about having to get out of bed to the way he rolled his eyes when you made a sarcastic comment. It was how he looked so strong and so tough but could create such delicate and intricate designs. It was how he laughed, how he held your hand, how he looked at you in the early hours of the morning. It was how when you first asked him for a tattoo, he’d taken it so seriously because he couldn’t bare for you to hate his work, especially when it was for you. He didn’t have to worry of course, you’d love whatever he made for you.

He kept you company in between his clients at work.

“You should get a second chair for behind here.” He stated one day, as you were working on the computer. “You know, for…visitors.”

“You mean for you.” You replied, eyes flicking back to him. He was doodling on a post it note, if you could call his drawings doodles. He just shrugged, smile pulling at his lips as he looked at what he was doing. “You know, you have your own chair over at your station.”

“Yes but that’s my point. I’d have to move it every time I come over.”

“Calum, I think you can manage.”

“You’re cruel.”

“And you have a client.”

His head snapped up as a man walked in the door, smiling as he stood up straight to greet the customer. Stepping out from behind the counter, he gestured towards his station, watching as the man began to walk.

“Always a pleasure Angel.” He grinned, eyes darting to the post it note before he followed. You turned to see what he’d drawn, laughing at the cartoon-like image of the two of you sitting on chairs behind a desk.

The tattoo shop never failed to bring a smile to your face, and neither did Calum.

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crowntaken-a · 6 years

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- ̗̀✰ •【 TIMOTHÉE CHALAMET / CISMALE / 24 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( DMITRI VOLKOVA ), the ( CROWN PRINCE ) of ( BELARUS ). I’ve heard that he is ( DOGMATIC ) & ( DRAMATIC ) but can also be ( RESPONSIBLE ) & ( CREATIVE ). ( DMITRI ) is arranged to marry ( ANY FC ). Rumor has it ( HIS FAMILY STOLE THE THRONE FROM THE RIGHTFUL HEIRS ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!

hi friends ! i’m pluto, i’m 21, and i’m sure i’m about to ramble about dmitri for WAY too long and in a WAY too messy fashion. let’s get started !

HISTORY ( brief abuse mention tw )

dmitri was born to andrei & hanna and he was followed by two siblings

bc he’s the oldest, he was treated fairly different. their parents were strict overall but more so on him bc ! he’s probably going to be the king someday and they wanted to make sure he stayed in line.

that meant special tutors and a lot less free time. he couldn’t tell u whether he learned english, belarusian, or russian first tbh

it was also thanks to the tutors that he found a lot of enjoyment in writing, music, and art. an artsy boy.

his willingness to cooperate with the life of royalty has been .. on a rollercoaster. as a child it was all he knew, but as he got older he became less and less interested in becoming a king bc he never really got a chance to just be a kid and have fun and he wanted that . promises of grandeur meant nothing when he just wanted to do his own thing

he finally got the chance when he was 15 when his parents decided that boarding school was the best option for their kids and o ! boy ! did they regret that. for dmitri, at least. he behaved well for the first few months, not wanting to totally fuck things up, but little by little did the rebellious streak kick in.

they brought him home after one party in particular and they finally let him in on their little family secret which was that their family ? not exactly the rightful heirs to the throne. before, during, & right after the war their family had been second only to one family. they seized their chance as soon as they could ( did they frame them for something or assassinate them ? it is a mystery.mp3 . bc i’m not sure yet. ) so God Help Him if he did anything to put a stain on their family u know ?

so holy fk did his attitude ever change. it suddenly felt like every mistake he made would be responsible for ruining their lives

he went back to boarding school and began to behave a Lot better, but his parents checked in often bc they were sure if they let go of the leash again he would right back to his antics but he was definitely freaked out enough to not do anything too bad lmao. he got a bit more leeway when he went away to university in the uk ( idk where yet exactly. england ??? )

i’m sure there was a slip up or three while he was away tbh

and to boot, he’s told 0% of people his secret. not even his siblings

while he’s not totally on board with the summit, he knows he needs to commit to it bc he doesn’t know what would happen if he didn’t and he doesn’t want his siblings to have the same level of responsibility that he does -- although their’s is still pretty up there

so ya ! he became a lot more obedient thanks to the secret being spilled but he’s found freedom where he can. the restrictions now mostly come down to his marriage and his behaviour in public. his dad’s p nasty (read: abusive) but at this point he’s conditioned to it

he figures he’s got additional freedom away from home. specifically being that he’s at the summit where he’s going to get married to whoever his parents want him to

provided he doesn’t do anything terrible in public, he figures he is in a pretty good spot

PERSONALITY

responsible: having an obligation to do something, or having control over or care for someone, as part of one's job or role. in short, this is v specific to his responsibilities as the crown prince and he is very good at it. all the politics and behaving well, he’s got it covered. this isn’t to say that he can’t be reckless because he most certainly can be -- when it comes to other things. he’s also a pretty adventurous guy when he gets the chance.

creative: relating to or involving the imagination or original ideas, especially in the production of an artistic work. as i mentioned before, he’s an artsy dude ! he loves the arts. music, writing, and art are all things he can rly appreciate. he’s not spectacular with instruments or with drawing, but he does like to doodle and he enjoys listening to all kinds of music and analyzing art regardless of his own ability. writing is something he can do, though. catch him waxing poetic in his journal. but don’t actually bc he wouldn’t let you read it anyway.

dogmatic: inclined to lay down principles as incontrovertibly true. he is one STUBBORN mf. he’ll listen to a differing opinion but just know that his thoughts almost entirely consist of: you’re wrong, i’m right.

dramatic: (of a person or their behavior) intending or intended to create an effect; theatrical. he’ll make a big deal out of anything baybee !!! anxious might’ve been a better word to use and this is definitely due to the strictness of his parents. small things seem so intense and he will make a big deal out of them. he’s 99% sure he’s the cause of everything bad in his life

beyond the traits i put in his app, he’s also a ( relatively ) honest guy

i like to think that he’s a charming guy but we’ll see how well i can write charming LOL. but regardless of how well i write it, know that back in belarus most ppl love him bc he’s that charming. now just imagine that i write him like that

he’s chill af and if ur a chill person, he’s easy to get along with. he also RLY appreciates nice people. i wouldn’t say he’s more nice than the average guy so finding someone who practically majors in nice is something dmitri likes.

he’s a fun-loving guy !! he might not be able to go out and get crazy but he likes to play games of all kinds, go bike-riding, he rly likes to climb stuff, sit in mutual silence and read, etc. he’ll also still party behind closed doors but it’s a v specific setting.

there’s prob more to say but idk rn

CONNECTIONS

friends thank you ! new ones, family ones, childhood ones, i want it all.mp3

it’d also be goals af for him to have 2 close girl friends so i can reblog this lmao

enemies thank you !

cousins

if ur character is from russia or ukraine, hmu tbh bc neighbours and his family probably visited those countries the Most

maybe someone that he was potentially going 2 be betrothed to but their family had a falling out and they had to keep it lowkey

ex fwb

ex relationships

i’m the very bad at connections but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i need everyone to please hit me up and plot with me immediately

#buckingham:intro #i didn't reread this #let me know if i started sentences #and didn't finish them LOL

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ticklishhpickle · 6 years

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No Hugs

Summary: Dan Howell does not like hugs. Or Phil Lester. And he certainly doesn’t like hugs with Phil Lester.

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: fluff, this is literally just a ball of fluff with pining Dan who won’t admit he likes Phil

Warnings: none

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dan Howell hated physical contact. Hugs, especially. He hated the feeling of pressing his chest against another human’s chest awkwardly in some weird display of affection. Having arms wrapped around him made him feel like he was being trapped, the arms feeling like a hungry python engulfing his body in a deadly choke. The whole concept and practice of physical contact just seemed so uncomfortable to Dan. Why would anyone willingly put themselves through the awkwardness of human touch when they could just, not?

The few hugs Dan had had the displeasure of enduring throughout his life were all painfully unpleasant. The first was with his dad- he was twelve and it had ended in a lot of awkward back patting. The second was with his Aunty who had unwittingly pressed her rapidly sagging chest against his, making him shiver in terror. The last and possibly worst was with his friend Chris who’d practically forced him into it after Dan had come out to him. Was it a huge, momentous occasion not only for Dan, but for their friendship as well? Sure. Did it warrant a hug? Certainly not.

“Hi Dan! I made cupcakes with my little sister over the weekend- this one’s chocolate flavoured, I heard you liked chocolate? Anyway, here you go.”

And there was the other thing Dan hated: Phil Lester. Phil lester was the sweetest, most positive and most adorable person Dan had ever met. It was disgusting.Phil was always going out of his way to make his day better, leaving cute little notes in Dan’s locker, pencil case- anywhere he could access really. If that wasn’t bad enough, he always made conversation with Dan, asking him how his day was with such genuine interest that Dan couldn’t do anything but answer. It was so manipulative of Phil.

Dan turned around in his chair, accidentally looking straight into his classmate’s baby blue eyes. They were so stupidly bright, twinkly and full of life. Seriously, the boy was just asking to be hated! Dan bashfully took the cupcake out of Phil’s outstretched hand. It was only the polite thing to do, and Dan loved chocolate which helped. He took a small bite. It was delicious. The rich chocolatey taste melted in his mouth and he licked his lips.

“Thanks. It’s good.” He said, making sure not to show any emotion in his tone. He couldn’t let Phil get any ideas.

Phil’s mouth turned up in a lopsided grin, his eyes twinkling even more now if that was possible.

“Thank you! I’m really glad you liked it, I have more in my locker if you want to come get them at lunch? And I can tell you about my newest Pokemon game while we’re there!” Phil was looking at Dan with the softest, most hopeful expression that he’d ever seen.

“Okay.”

Fuck. The answer had tumbled out of Dan’s mouth before he’d even had the chance to think about it. He didn’t want to hang out with stupid, lame Phil Lester at lunch! Seriously, the guy was such a nerd, with his Pokemon obsession and his little hipster glasses and his amazing baking skills. Ugh, and Dan couldn’t retract his agreement because then that giddy look on Phil’s face would be gone, replaced with one of disappointment and rejection. As much as he hated Phil, it would just be cruel to say no now,

“Great! See you then.” Phil beamed before going back to doodling dumb Pokemon in his workbook. Seriously, who even liked Goldeens? They were the lamest Pokemon out!

Lunchtime was not going to be fun.

Dan was in the cafeteria, sitting next to his best friend Chris. Both boys were unashamedly licking the remaining bits of cupcake from the empty wrappers.

Chris moaned in delight.

“These are fucking delicious, Lester’s an amazing baker.” Chris said, throwing his soggy wrapper into the bin.

“I know! He’s so stupidly good at everything. He’s such a try hard, it hurts.” Dan grumbled, taking another cupcake out of the container and shoving it in his mouth.

“Yeah. It’s just too bad that you have the biggest crush known to man on him.” Chris had walked back from the bin now, and was standing at the head of the table with his arms folded.

Dan spat the contents of his mouth ungracefully onto the table in front on him. He coughed a few times, the crumbs stuck in his throat.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, voice croaky.

Chris rolled his eyes.

“What are you acting surprised for? You’ve had the biggest crush on Lester since he moved here and we both know it.”

“No I don’t! I hate that guy!” Dan was blushing furiously now, how could his own best friend accuse him of something so gross?

“Alright. And that’s why he’s all you’ve been talking about the past few months, why you’re eating his cupcakes and why you invited him to sit with us at lunchtime.” Chris smirked, clearly quite pleased with his arguments.

Dan shot Chris a look that was supposed to make him flinch, but only served to make the boy even more amused at his friend’s obvious denial.

“Shut up! I only invited him to sit with us because I felt bad after he gave me all those cupcakes, and he said he wanted to tell me about his new Pokemon game.” Dan scoffed. “It was a pity invite.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Chris grabbed a napkin and began cleaning the crumbs Dan had spat out onto the table. Dan breathed a sigh of relief. For once Chris had given up and Dan could be left in peace. Was this real life?

“Do you think a purple tux would suit me? I want to stand out at the Dan and Phil wedding.” Chris mused casually.

Dan screwed his face up, his hands balling into fists. What kind of best friend was Chris? He opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted when a certain black-haired boy returned to the table.

“Hey I’m back!” Phil slid casually next to Dan on the seat, his eyes lighting up when he saw that all of the cupcakes were gone.

“So you guys liked my cupcakes, I see?” Phil nudged Dan in the side playfully, making his insides tingle with what was most definitely hatred.

Dan nodded softly in acknowledgement, a smile spreading across his face that he tried to fight back. Seeing Phil happy didn’t make him happy. Not at all.

“Aw thank you!” Phil smiled back at Dan before opening his arms wide. “I think a congratulatory hug is in order, don’t you think? That was a lot of cupcakes but you tackled them all!”

Dan recoiled, shifting back along the bench away from Phil. A hug? And from Phil Lester of all people? No thanks.

Phil’s face fell immediately, and Dan’s heart clenched. Phil retracted his arms back to his sides awkwardly, looking at Dan like he’d just told him Santa wasn’t real.

“He doesn’t like hugs. Weird, I know right?” Chris explained, shaking his head.

“O-oh, sorry- I didn’t realise...” Phil replied, all red in the face now.

“Um, it’s okay. Not a big deal.” Dan slowly scooted back to his original place on the seat, feeling guilty all of a sudden. It’s not like he should feel bad, he had nothing to be sorry for. It didn’t matter that Phil looked like a sad little puppy when his hug had been rejected. Dan didn’t care.

He just didn’t like hugs, and Phil Lester would be no exception.

It had been a few weeks since the ‘no hug’ incident (as Dan liked to call it) and Phil had become even more annoying somehow.

He was hanging out with Dan and Chris more, sitting with them every single lunchtime- didn’t he have any other friends? He also always felt the need to sit as close to Dan as possible, whether it was in five of the six classes they shared together, or at lunchtime when he would snuggle up to Dan on the long seats, when there was clearly enough room for him not to. Dan couldn’t complain though, he couldn’t hurt Phil’s feelings like that. It would just be too mean and awkward to tell him to stop, so he was stuck with the boy.

The worst part of it all, by far were the looks Phil always gave him. Always gazing at Dan softly with his stupid sparkly blue eyes, when Dan wasn’t looking and even when he was. He’d called Phil out on it a few times, and all the silly boy had done in response was blush and stutter out a lame excuse. Who did he think he was, acting like a little ray of sunshine that made Dan’s meaningless existence actually somewhat bearable?

“Oi, loverboy, you going to Homecoming?” Dan felt his side being nudged by Chris. It was lunchtime and Dan and Chris were sitting in their usual spot, Phil actually absent for once, having told Dan he had some homework to catch up on. It was kind of quiet without him.

“I don’t think so. I’ve got no one to go with and I don’t plan on third-wheeling you and Tess the whole night.” Dan sighed. He actually wanted to go.

“Oh, what? I thought you were going with Lester.” Chris had the teasing smirk on his face that appeared every time Phil was brought into conversation.

“No! We’re not like that.” He defended, crossing his arms.

“Then care to explain the lovey-dovey glances you guys always give each other, or the fact that he basically cuddles up to you every lunchtime or maybe, I don’t know, why you never seem to stop talking about him?”

Dan narrowed his eyes.

“Seriously Chris, you need to stop. I’m getting annoyed now.” Dan loved his friend, but right now he was irritating him to no end. Chris had other ideas, however. He looked Dan right in the eyes, grinning wickedly before chanting,

“Danny has a crush, Danny has a crush, Danny has a crush, DANNY HAS A CRUSH!”

Dan was more frustrated than he’d ever been in his life, why couldn’t Chris just drop this? Didn’t he make it clear that he hated Phil, complaining about him as often as possible? Anger was bubbling up inside of him, hot and red and the next words that came out of his mouth would come to be ones he would regret.

“I DO NOT LIKE PHIL LESTER, I HATE HIM! Seriously, you need to shut up about this already!”

He saw Chris open his mouth to reply, before his eyes widened and he pointed behind Dan.

He turned around.

Oh shit.

The one and only Phil Lester was standing there, bouquet of roses in his hand and a crushed look on his face. Dan had felt bad enough seeing Phil’s hurt expression when he’d rejected his hug all those weeks ago, but now- Phil looked devastated.

The boy’s bright blue eyes were wet, the pain he was feeling evident. Before Dan could do anything to rectify the situation, Phil was running off, the roses dropped to the floor.

Double shit.

Dan’s stomach dropped, the weight of what had just happened hitting him.

He knelt down and picked up the bouquet of roses, feeling a stab in his chest when he saw the note attached.

Homecoming? :D

Dan had fucked up. He’d really fucked up now. Oh god, he didn’t hate Phil, not even a little bit. Dan had thought the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about Phil was become he hated him so much, but it really was the opposite. Chris was right, he did like him. A lot. But now he’d hurt Phil, and he wasn��t sure how to fix it.

Phil was going to ask him to homecoming! It would have been amazing. Dan could imagine it now; Phil coming to his house to pick him up, looking beautiful in a suit that would match Dan’s. Dan’s mum would be overly excited, of course, taking dozens of pictures of the two together before sending them off into a limousine she would have insisted on renting. And finally, when the last slow song was being played, Phil would pull Dan onto the dancefloor and they’d sway in sync to the music, their foreheads pressed together as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Dan’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t give up on that dream. Phil was the kindest and most understanding person he knew, he might forgive Dan if he gave a good enough explanation. But how was he going to do it? He needed to do something big, something that Phil wouldn’t be able to say no to…

Dan looked around his bedroom, eyes scanning over various objects before landing on the red bouquet of roses Phil had dropped earlier. Dan smiled. He knew how to fix this.

Dan paced nervously around Phil’s front yard, straightening up his suit jacket. This better work. After a few more minutes of stressing out, Dan forced himself to walk to the front door.

He rang the doorbell.

He heard the soft padding of feet for a few seconds before the door opened, revealing a tired-looking Phil. He straightened himself up when he saw it was Dan on the other side of the door, looking apprehensive.

“What are you doing here?” The beautiful blue eyes Dan loved so much were not sparkling, now looking dull and hopeless.

“I came here to apologise, if you’ll let me. I have something prepared.”

Dan stepped aside, allowing Phil to see what was in the front yard. A table with a red checkered cloth was in the middle of his garden. On top was a tray with ten chocolate cupcakes, each with one letter from the word ‘Homecoming’ iced on. Surrounding the baked goods was a circle of carefully sprinkled rose petals, hand picked from Dan’s mother’s garden.

“What’s this, Dan?” Phil’s eyes were filled with a soft wonder akin to that of a child’s. He was outside now, standing in front of the table.

“This is an apology. And an invitation, if you’ll accept it.” Dan cleared his throat nervously. “ “I like you, Phil. I’m sorry I ever said anything else. I was an idiot to deny the fact that I’ve liked you ever since I met you.”

Phil looked utterly shocked now, and dare he say, a little giddy? The brightness had returned to his eyes, giving Dan the confidence to continue.

Dan picked up the bouquet of roses- now a little wilted- that Phil had given him the day before. He handed them to Phil, their hands brushing together causing both boys to turn pink.

Within two seconds a huge smile had overtaken Phil’s face, meaning he’d read Dan’s reply on the note attached- ‘yes :D’.

“Will you go to homecoming with me?” Dan asked, more than anything wanting Phil to say yes.

Phil looked up from the note and into Dan’s eyes, causing him to swoon a little. This was it. Dan braced himself for the answer that would either make or break him.

“Yes! Of course I’ll go with you, dummy. I like you too in case that wasn’t painfully obvious. And I forgive you, I’m just glad you didn’t mean it.”

Phil was opening his arms, leaning forward to encircle Dan with them before he quickly stopped himself. He shuffled on his feet awkwardly.

“Sorry! I forgot you didn’t like hugs! Celebratory handshake instead?” Phil smiled apologetically, his expression soft and innocent.

Dan didn’t know why he felt really disappointed when Phil pulled away. He hated hugs, didn’t he? But Phil’s face looked so cute and small, and he just looked so warm…

“Well… maybe we can hug. Just this once.” Dan found himself saying.

Almost instantly, Phil threw his arms around him, surrounding him in warmth and the smell of cinnamon. Dan squeezed back hesitantly, finding that the hug wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It didn’t feel too awkward, or forced and soon Dan found himself melting into the embrace. He felt safe and secure in Phl’s arms, and his heart was flipping over in his chest excitedly.

Maybe hugs weren’t so bad, at least not with Phil.

#fluff #phanfiction #phan #gettingtogether #friendstolovers #highschoolau #au #phanau

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hey-say-fanfics · 6 years

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Where The Lines Overlap

Reader x Arioka Daiki

Office AU

Part 2 of ?

Word Count: 2320

The first couple months at your internship went by fairly uneventfully. You made lots of copies and made lots of coffee runs. You got a few tips from some of the seniors about marketing and they let you make a few of the easier business calls to get more practice. It wasn’t exactly the easiest job, but it was better than you had originally thought it would be. The rest of your department was friendly and, when you did have to go to other departments, they were usually very patient with you. You often ate lunch with Yuri who liked to hear your ideas about things and was always very encouraging.

Even though he played around, Daiki was actually really good at his job. It was obvious, at least to you, that if he cared a little bit more about the job he could be one of the best marketing reps in the department. That kind of made you wonder why he had taken the job if he weren’t really interested in it. During some of his calls and even some of the meetings you had attended with him, he had spent a good bit of the time doodling. Heck, there was one day where you had finished your work early and he started a game of tic tack toe while he planned a new marketing deal over the phone, grinning mischievously at you when he won.

The only thing that caught you by surprise honestly was Ryosuke. The two of you didn’t really see each other around the office much since the organization department was on an opposite wing of the 3rd floor. When the two of you did run into each other, it was usually in the copy room where he would shoot you smiles and make idle chit chat while you each made copies of whatever document your boss needed that day. Or he would catch you in the elevator, wishing you a good morning or a nice evening.

You would always hear gossip about the handsome golden boy over in planning. Even though neither of you outright said it, there was a silent rivalry brewing between you. You would catch news of a deal he had helped get or the director he had impressed at a luncheon. For each one of his achievements, you made it a mission to try a little bit harder, asking Yuri if there was anything else he needed help with, anything else he or one of the other department members could teach you. Your news would make it to planning and the cycle would continue, each of you trying to outdo the other.

Your interactions for a while had simply been that. Silently challenging each other while wishing each other luck. You didn’t talk much and certainly never saw each other outside of work. However, one day he came into the marketing department, leaning against the side of the cubicle and watching you finish up your work for the evening. Most of the other people in your department had already headed out for the night, only you, Daiki and Yuri remaining.

“Are you all coming out tonight?” he asked. The three of you gave him a questioning look and he continued. “The boss is inviting everyone out for drinks since we sealed a pretty big contract today. He wanted everyone to be there.”

Ryosuke was talking to everyone but his eyes were focused on you, a certain light in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. Daiki noticed it, too, looking from you to Ryosuke and back at you before frowning a little. Ryosuke was charming and had caught the interest of pretty much every employee. Daiki couldn’t help but wonder if you would fall for his spell too.

“What do you say?”

It was Yuri who answered for you and Daiki, hopping up from his desk and shutting his laptop. “I think we’ve done a good job today and, if the boss is paying, I don’t see why not!” He smiled brightly at the two of you and you sighed. There was no getting out of it now, not when your way-too-kind boss seemed so excited about going.

And so you ended up in a bar, several tables pushed together for all of you, Yuya sitting directly in the center and you in between Daiki and Ryosuke.

“I’d like to thank everyone for coming and for all of their hard work,” Yuya said after getting everyone’s attention, “I know these past few weeks have been tough, so enjoy yourselves tonight.”

There was a bit of applause before everyone dissolved into their own little cliques. Daiki turned to you almost as soon as Yuya had stopped talking, surprised to see your attention already taken up by Ryosuke. The two of you were talking a bit about college and what had made you join the company and things like that, Ryosuke’s sudden interest in you still a bit of a surprise.

Ryosuke was pulled out of your conversation by one of the women from accounting who was very obviously flirting with him. When he started talking to her, you turned to ask Daiki, “Are company outings always like this?” By the time you got halfway through your question, though, you realized that Daiki was no longer beside you. You looked down the table where you spotted Yuri standing up talking excitedly to the organization section chief and then around for any sign of him.

You spotted him sitting on his own at the bar and, after excusing yourself from the table, you went to join him, climbing up onto the stool beside him. After ordering a drink for yourself, you asked him, “What are doing over here by yourself?”

He hadn’t realized that it was you at first, too absorbed in his own thoughts, but he smiled at you and took a sip of his drink. “Just had to get some space; it’s a little crowded over there.”

Daiki wasn’t wrong. It was definitely a bit overwhelming to be surrounded by that many people at once. You thanked the bartender when she handed you your drink and angled your body a bit so that you were facing Daiki.

“I’ve never been to something like this before,” you admitted. “We had department dinners in college, but I never went because they always felt so stuffy and I had no one to go with since my friends were all either in other departments or would graduate before me.”

Daiki turned in his stool so that his back was against the bar and that he was looking back at the table where everywhere else was sitting. Yuya was throwing back shots and talking excitedly to one of the section chiefs. Yuri was laughing loudly at something a member of the planning department had said. Ryosuke was still surrounded by admirers, clearly uncomfortable but too polite to directly to say no.

“These things are always kinda the same once you’ve been working here for a while,” Daiki said, an amused grin on his face. Pointing to a slightly older man, he continued, “Nakamura is going to have to leave early because he forgot to tell his wife there was an outing tonight and the boss?” He moved to point towards Yuya whose cheeks were slightly flushed. “Someone’s gonna have to take him home because he likes to drink. It’s usually Watanabe or Okamoto who gets stuck doing it because they always lose rock, paper, scissors.”

Daiki continued to name different people and tell you small things about them, things you probably wouldn’t have noticed. You realized that, even if he seemed like he only played around, Daiki was very attentive. He remembered pretty much everything about his coworkers and their habits. Once he had made his way through the whole table, he finished off his drink and looked at you with raised eyebrows when you asked:

“What about you? What do you usually do at these things?”

Setting his glass down, Daiki shrugged. “Usually I’m with Nakajima and Yaotome, but neither of them came out tonight. If I’m not with them, then I do this.” He made a sweeping motion with his hand towards the table. “I watch.”

“How long have you been working here?”

“Four years.” His voice was dry as he said it and the number honestly surprised you. You would’ve thought that he was not that far above you considering his position. Hadn’t Yuri only started 2 years before and he was already Daiki’s boss? You started to ask him about it but felt like it would be rude so you stopped yourself.

He wasn’t sure if he felt comfortable with you because of the alcohol he had been drinking or because he just genuinely felt at ease with you, but Daiki found himself answering questions you hadn’t even asked him.

“I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I graduated high school. My parents suggested getting a marketing degree and, since I couldn’t think of anything else I would rather do, I did.” He sighed and gestured for the bartender to get him another drink. “I had some friends, Nakajima and Yaotome, who were applying here, so I figured I would, too, and I’ve just been here.”

“How come you haven’t been promoted?”

Again, he shrugged. “I don’t really care I guess? It’s a good job and I like the people but, I guess I’d rather not get promoted and end up stuck here.”

You nodded and bit down on your bottom lip. It made sense. If he didn’t care about the job, getting promoted would just give him one more reason not to leave, even if he wanted to. You watched him for a moment before asking your next question.

“What is it that you want to do? You know, if you didn’t have to work here, what would you be doing?”

Daiki thought about it, raking his brain for anything that had really interested him, that he could see himself doing if he had the chance. He hadn’t thought about it. For most of his life, Daiki had just followed the guidance of other people and had never put too much thought into it. Aside from the fact that he knew he couldn’t stay in an office forever, he had no idea what it was that he wanted. And he told you that.

“I’m not really sure…”

His voice was soft and his eyes a little sad. You gave a sweet and encouraging smile, though, and told him, “That’s okay. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Daiki stared at you, at your smile, and fought with himself on whether or not he wanted to tell you what he had been holding in for a while. That he found you attractive and liked how easy it was to talk to you, that he wanted to have dinner and drinks somewhere with you that didn’t include the entirety of the company. But before he got a chance to, someone called out your name. Looking back towards the table, you saw that most people were up and grabbing their coats, Ryosuke looking over at the two of you, finally free of his admirers.

“We’re heading out. Do you need a ride home?” He asked you.

“Actually-” you started, Daiki cutting you off, his words catching you and Ryosuke off guard.

“Actually, I was going to drive (Y/N) home.”

You looked between the two of them before settling your eyes on Ryosuke and saying, “Yeah. Thanks, though. I’ll see you on Monday?”

Ryosuke nodded slowly, obviously a bit upset that you had declined his offer, and headed for the door. Sliding down from your stool, you followed Daiki out of the bar.

“You don’t have to drive me home,” you said. “I was going to tell Ryosuke I could take a taxi.”

Daiki shook his head and opened the passenger door for you to get into his car. “I’d feel better if I knew you got home safe. No better way to do that than taking you myself.” He closed the door behind you, shooting you a cute smile, before walking around the front of the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

The two of you drove in relative silence save for you giving him instructions on how to get to your place, your head resting against the glass of the window while you watched the street lights fly by. Every now and then, you’d sneak glances over at him. In the dim glow from the dashboard, he looked beautiful, skin glowing, features looking soft. You smiled a bit to yourself and sat up straight when he pulled to a stop in front of your apartment complex.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, already on your way to open the door. Before you could get out, Daiki reached out towards you.

“(Y/N), wait!” You looked back at him, confused, and he swallowed before saying, “I just wanted to know if I could get your number. You know, so we can talk outside of work, if you wanted to….”

You nodded and tried to fight the smile that was spreading across your face. He seemed nervous which was kind of cute. The two of you exchanged mails and he waited in his car until you disappeared into your building, waving at him several times to let him know that you were safe.

In your apartment, Kei was sitting in the living room watching a movie, legs drawn up to his chest. When he saw you come in, he nodded at first before pausing his movie.

“What’s with that look on your face?” he asked, his voice smug. “Did something happen at that outing?”

“Nope,” you replied, even though you were still smiling. “Nothing happened. Yet.”

You disappeared into your room, leaving Kei on his own. He called after you.

“What do you mean yet?”

#multichapter #arioka #Arioka Daiki #hey say jump #hey say jump scenarios

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afilitaria · 7 years

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Could you please tell us more about your eo characters? They seem delightfully interesting ^^

I have homework to do so no doodles this time around but thank you for the distraction ehe

Which ones? To be honest I have way too many . _ . I love all of them and I’m ashamed of being bias to Snow ehehehe~ I’ll put down some of my faves here then; not everyone is here because that would take forever… hello wall of text

(Also, the writing tone is super inconsistent, whoops! Feel free to correct inconsistencies or offer suggestions, since these aren’t set in stone right now~)

Snow (EO3/EO2U/EMD): Runaway prince, prefers the title of Strategist rather than a Sovereign (I mean, it’s basically what he does? And he’s not -really- a Sovereign anymore). He’s naive and trusting to anything that seems amiable (”How was I supposed to see the guy’s face?! Am I the only one without x-ray vision in this party?!”) but will kick your ass in a game of chess or tactical warfare. He’s also sometimes a total wisecrack, like during the Ginnungagap third floor; he summarizes it as “So we’re not the chosen ones, but since you’re desperate, you’ll take anyone at this point?”

Also hands down abuses Proof of Nobility in EO2U early game just so the guild doesn’t have to spend money on inns, but would spend 420k en on a bow. “We’re so broke” - Snow Afilitaria Aurelis 2k17

I see EO3 as the prequel story to the EO2U arc, which is his adventures in Armoroad after leaving Afilitaria and before being reunited with the Aurelis brothers and Eden, who at the time are in the EOU arc.

EMD, uh, it’s full of crack headcanons on my end because in my entire guild roster, only he, Alexander, Akihiro and Yukimura make it there (Aki being the blue haired Wanderer). So, after the events of EO2U, Snow wanted to go travelling with only Alexander, but the Mizuharus stow away on the boat ride to Aslarga because they figured it’d get boring in H.Lagaard. That’s EMD for me. Yup.

Alexander (EOU/EO2U/EMD): Snow’s royal guard and protector, the only one he accepted. Personality varies; early on in the story, he is very lighthearted, cracking jokes and puns (*cough Punvoke cough*), but as time goes on and he loses Snow for the nth time, he gradually becomes more and more serious, scared of how closer and closer Snow gets to death every time, to the point of becoming overprotective.

Anyway. The family of Aurelis was a powerful force in service to the Afilitaria noble family, and Alexander lived a carefree life, with the role of heir delegated to Orlandeau, the eldest. However, one day at the age of 13, their parents and servants were one day all assassinated, with the three children as the only survivors as Snow hurriedly sent forces to come to their aid. Seeing how they now had nothing but their lives, Snow took them in, and Alexander felt indebted to him and vowed to serve him for the rest of his life, in lieu of Orlandeau’s original duty, and he trained to be a knight.The story goes about as smoothly as you expect (not at all?), and Snow, being only 9 years old running a country on his ill parents’ behalf, constantly breaks down in stress when no one is watching. Alexander is the only one to notice and lend his shoulder for him to cry on, and well… I think you could guess the rest.

Hm? Why is Snow’s story summarized in Alexander’s section? Because Snow is a comic relief character. It wouldn’t feel right to put anything serious in his bio.

Orlandeau (EOU/EO2U): Anti-social, quiet, jargon spouting Orlandeau is generally regarded as a mad scientist by the Alchemist Union of H.Lagaard, but he does a lot for them; developing new technology and medicine with the help of Zero and Eden.

Certain teams in said Union despise him however; in the past, he was in said team in the efforts to create homunculi, the perfect, superior life form. However, the project was largely abandoned and the team moved onto researching means to strengthening already existing life; however, Orlandeau refused to give up, taking copies of all of the team’s research and using it to create Zero; who was, by no means perfect, but something of an improvement; he made the mistake of using his own genes and as a result, Zero is slightly physically frail, though his magic power is beyond even his own.

Zero (EO2U): I think you guys know about Zero; Orlandeau’s homunculi who developed a fascination with the War Magus Union. It took him a while to be accepted in there, seeing how he is an artificial life form, but in the end, they saw it as a means to end the sort of rivalry between the Alchemist and War Magus Associations, and work together.He’s a bright, bubbly, cheerful guy despite his looks, and is known as Doctor Zero to most, as he often volunteers in the hospital whenever needed with Eden.

Unfortunately, with these two, I’m not sure what else to say that I hadn’t covered already in a previous ask!

Vessalius (EOU/EO2U): Vessalius, like his eldest brother, is not so much a talker, but he is at least capable of holding decent conversation. He can be quite distant and hesitant to get close to others due to the trauma of losing his family.

He was the one whom took the news of their parents’ assassination the hardest, being only 10 at the time. Unlike Orlandeau, who regarded the event with calm, almost inhumane realism, and Alexander, who drowned his sorrows in favor of helping the one who saved them, he burned with the desire to exact vengeance on the people who ruined their life. He grew to be an assassin, learning thieves’ cant and slowly inching his way into their underground society, where he eliminated them one by one.

Then, with that done, what was left of his life? Snow was against his becoming an assassin in the first place even though Vess assured him he would not lay a hand on any innocents; Snow was still convinced nothing good would come of it and could not allow Vessalius to continue living in the castle if he wanted to continue this path. Safety precautions, plus Snow’s outlook for the country was of peace, not a stack of power-plays twisting into politics- thus, Vess left, and after his mission was finished at the age of 16, he abandoned his job as assassin and sought to become a survivalist. He settled for a while in a quaint little town and befriended the local medic, a fellow named Eden; who was being worked to death.

Eden (EOU/EO2U): Life Medic who loathes to hurt… though that changes during the events of EO2U, where he realizes he could be helping the team fend off their opponents, and thus, hello level 20 Medical Rod and Heavy Strike. He is generally cheerful, though clumsy and airheaded, but can recite ingredients for various types of vulneraries off the top of his head.

I mentioned before that Eden tires easily. He eats and sleeps a lot, and burns enough energy while adventuring to metabolize; but for the most part, the unnatural energy intake is due to the life energy that overflows in him.As a child, he never knew his parents; his mother died giving birth to him and his father completely unknown. He was raised at an orphanage, where his talent for healing was quickly recognized and taken advantage of. He spent many days and nights working, treating the endless stream of warriors who came to exchange coin for healing. He was willing to do this- though he received very little of the money, he believed this was at least what he owed to the people who raised him.

Let me reiterate that he was being worked to death. The survivalist Vessalius saw this and tried to convince him to stop, but he refused, and in another stroke of MoralityFail.exe, Vessalius kidnapped him and took him to Afilitaria, where he begged Snow to take them in. Eden wasn’t happy about this. It takes a good few years for him to forgive Vess.

The overflow of life energy is a result of his childhood spent tirelessly treating people; his body is so used to exerting so much magic that he grew to always generate far too much.

Valens (EO2U): Actual prince, Snow’s little brother and current Sovereign of Afilitaria. Due to in-country riot, he’s had to hide for an undefined set of time and the signal to return still hasn’t come. Asking Guild Aurelis to take him in may not have been the best idea, but at least not many people know who he is in H.Lagaard. He’s a bit of a brat and snarky as hell, and rules with an iron fist (which explains his country’s dismay, but he actually does a good job at keeping order.)

He hates Alexander with a burning passion and is always picking fights with him. Alexander is too happy to fight back, resulting in many bullet holes in his armor and slashes in Clover’s. Snow and Clover, while they both agree this rivalry is pointless, can’t really stop it at the moment.

Clover (EO2U): Gunner with no magical or physical prowess, but would probably attempt to disassemble a Yggdroid for analysis if he saw one. Would he succeed? Who knows.

He is Valens’ only royal guard because no one else would do it. He cares for Valens, to the point of aggressively going trigger happy on his assailants, but also understands the error of his ways and constantly tries to steer his direction into a less tyrannical and more peaceful rule. He is always very, very tired, drinks a lot of coffee (to the point of begging Regina to teach him how to make H.Lagaard Coffee out of Labyrinth materials) and is generally a calm and mellow person. Some exceptions apply on that last note.

Kiel (EOU/EO2U): The Hexer who swears too much in Latin (or the equivalent of thereof). I previously said he was a memelord, but unfortunately, memes don’t exist during the time period of EO2U, so in reality, he just has a personality that would translate to a memester in a Modern AU or something; loud, boisterous and mischievous.

He’s bound to Caeli by contract and has ownership of his soul in return for his magic power, but has yet to actually force control over him, if ever. He just appreciates Caeli’s company and probably just has the contract in effect so Caeli is capable of magical bardsong. Unfortunately this means they can’t be apart any more than a hundred meters or so, but Kiel probably enjoys this.He’s also really bad with names. He frequently calls Ginnungagap “Gingersnap”.

Caeli (EOU/EO2U): Also not really a memeadour due to timeline constraints. He just has the personality of one, though unlike Kiel, is a bit more mild and gentle about it.

So, did anyone notice the elven ears in the last drawing? Caeli is from a distant land where elves are hidden from normal society and prized as a slave commodity to humans. He was/is very good at singing and was kidnapped by adventurers who then sold him to a noble house that kept him caged up and forced him to play music for them. His magic power was sapped from him as they knew he would use it to escape, and thus Kiel, who was undertaking some sort of witch’s rite (which involved cursing/hexing those deemed fit to be punished), came to the castle and heard his beautiful, yet hauntingly sad song, and decided to set him free, soon after which the two fled to Etria.

Akihiro (EOU/EO2U/EMD): In which the second EOU/EO2U Ronin and male EMD Wanderer are all the same person. The rope ribbon’s under the kasa, apparently. He is the most undisciplined warrior you will ever meet, which translates to min-maxing the hell out of his stats whenever possible (high str and agi, but def and vit don’t exist, what is Clear Stance?).

He was a Ronin that was second son of some Lord Mizuharu, from the Orient, and got disowned for bringing shame to the family time and time again. It’s because of this he set out to regain his honor, but his small understanding of the common language and his weak constitution weighed him down greatly, not to mention his abhorrent sense of direction. He ended up joining Aurelis during events of EOU, and accompanying them to EMD, where he picked up the class of Wanderer. He is proud of the great feat of scaling Muspelheim from start to finish by himself with only a bag full of sigils and bread. No one knows why he bothered to do it. Yukimura still mourns the loss of their supplies.

(You know, I was awfully close to making Akihiro in EO3 as a Shogun, were it not for deciding to instead make Natsume. He was so close to being everywhere.)

Yukimura (EO3/EMD): The first son of Lord Mizuharu, Akihiro’s brother, and a ninja. He has a very prickly personality and constantly scolds Akihiro for his lack of discipline. He does care for his younger brother though, and to this day, Akihiro still doesn’t know how much Yukimura has defended him from their parents’ ire. (He’ll never admit it.)

The events of EO3 has him travelling with the intent of finding his younger brother, knowing that if there’s one way he has to go about this, it’d be “go adventure all over the globe and hope you run into him, because chances are he’s doing the same thing.” Instead, he finds his long lost rival Natsume. “I’m surrounded by idiots.” - Yukimura Mizuharu 2k17

Natsume (EO3): Shogun, of the Ishikawa family. There’s a really weird love/hate relationship between him and Yukimura. He’s a complete and utter tease toward him, calling him the unauthorized nickname Yuki, much to his embarassment. He follows the EO3 crew around under the pretense to his family that it would be beneficial of them to have alliances with Mizuharu, Pendragon, Auditorre and Afilitaria, but that’s all lies; he just wants to get out of his duties and adventure.

He’s a smooth talker and constantly hits on Yukimura, who just jabs coldly back at him, though it’s pretty clear that said ninja doesn’t appreciate him flirting with other people either (that revelation came with a good concussion, courtesy of Snow). But, is he jealous or does Natsume just piss him off? Who knows.

Lyrald (EO3): Originally a cleric, he was the bastard son of a king from a distant land, and sought to gain his acceptance. After a mission to apprehend a drug-cartel gone wrong, he ends up framed for the crime and has to flee the country, knowing now he can never return, and is aided by a Ronin- who despite his lack of sense of direction, proved more than able to cut down their assailants. He learned basic martial and protective arts from the man and intended to follow him, but the two were separated after he elected to distract their pursuers for Lyrald to escape.

He doesn’t even know his name. Which results in many offhand allusions to Yukimura and him unwittingly describing the same person.He joins Snow and Yukimura, who both recognize him and are no fool to believe the media’s lies- later joined by Galahad, Edmund and Natsume.

Galahad (EO3): Zodiac scholar, the son of noble house Pendragon from a distant land. He’s travelling for no other reason to expand his knowledge, though his family insists he do it for their name (after all, they wanted him to be a knight, but instead he pursued magic arts and they didn’t even complain that much; it’s the least he can do). He’s very quiet and arrogant, often refusing to have level conversation to those who he deems not intelligent enough (and sassing those who are; Orlandeau being a case in point).

Edmund (EO3): Hoplite, Galahad’s assigned guardian during his pilgrimage. He actually does most of the talking on behalf of his liege and is quite friendly.Edmund is something like an adopted brother to Galahad, taken in by his father, and would gladly do any mission issued by him.

Lugh (EOIV): Sniper and head of the guild’s Tharsis branch. Honestly useless af in a fight, but designs everyone’s clothes (and I mean every member from every branch’s redesigns) and calls all the shots. It me.

Varil (EOIV): Smol Medic. He’s 150% of Lugh’s self-restraint and will Caduceus him to the floor when his fudanshi-mode activates. Their origin is largely unknown and they will tear the third wall a new one.

(That ended up wayyy too long that’s like 2k+ words what the heck; anyway, thanks for the interest, Anon!)

#i'll answer the other asks as well dw!!#just.. not now... need to do homework... orz #etrian odyssey #eo2u #eo3 #Anonymous #guild aurelis

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sinememoriae · 7 years

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A REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY.

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FULL NAME : Will be revealed in due time. NICKNAME : Frog, Blackberry, Atlas, Kouji, Jackal, Bork Pupper The First. AGE : Actually waaaay more old than one would think, yet appears to be around his mid twenties. BIRTHDAY : November 10th. ETHNIC GROUP : Japanese. NATIONALITY : Technically japanese. LANGUAGE / S : English, japanese, chinese. SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Demisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Widowed. CLASS : Way before anything happened, middle classed. Afterwards it simply didn’t matter, wolves such as him and his pack cared not for such things. HOME TOWN / AREA : Deep in the woods of Japan, areas unexplored by men still. CURRENT HOME : Adjacent rural areas, any place he can find or any place the humans who ‘adopt’ him take him to. PROFESSION : Unemployed.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Black with a bluish hue to it, bangs split in the middle and stand up at the end just like the rest of his hair. Short but abundant. EYES : Sharp, almost cat like. Golden hues with a certain ‘dna’ pattern in the iris around the pupil, barely visible unless seen upclose. FACE : Oval shaped, sharp chin. LIPS : Thin and long, upper lips stands out more than the lower lip. Pale-ish, don’t really stand out much. COMPLEXION : Skin is pale yet not unhealthy looking, a little dry and rough to the touch however except where the tattoos are: there the skin is smooth and soft. BLEMISHES : None. SCARS : None, supernatural healing allows no scarring. TATTOOS : Many, starting from the face then following his collarbone and very base of the neck that go around the back of it as well, upper arms and then shoulder blades/back. Was born with them. HEIGHT : Six feet three inches exactly if standing completely straight. (6′3″) WEIGHT : One hundred and seventy eight pounds. (178 lbs) BUILD : Muscular, thick and toned overall. Broad chest and somewhat small hips, thick thighs. Has a very obvious case of them bara tiddies. FEATURES : Long somewhat sharp nails, sharp canines that poke out slightly over lower lips. ALLERGIES : Silver, will make his skin turn red and swell. USUAL HAIR STYLE : Pretty messy overall, never attempts to comb through it or fix it up a bit. USUAL FACE LOOK : Blank, curious yet plain looking. USUAL CLOTHING : Jeans and nothing else. No shoes, no shirt, no underwear.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Losing a loved one, murder. (Despite his ability of easily being capable of commiting the latter.) ASPIRATION / S : To get revenge on the one that took his life away. (If possible) Find a new path in life, and new life itself. POSITIVE TRAITS : Friendly, modest, forgiving, faithful, loyal, confident, listener, patient, open-minded, accepting. NEGATIVE TRAITS : Ignorant, naive, gullible, innocent, unsympathetic, extremist, resentful, merciless, cruel. ZODIAC : Scorpio. Known to hold grudges for a very long time and avoid/hide their emotions often, yet known to be extremely loyal if the circumstances are right. TEMPERAMENT : Phlegmatic. The phlegmatic temperament is fundamentally relaxed and quiet, ranging from warmly attentive to lazily sluggish. Phlegmatics tend to be content with themselves and are kind. They are accepting and affectionate. They may be receptive and shy and often prefer stability to uncertainty and change. They are consistent, relaxed, calm, rational, curious, and observant, qualities that make them good administrators. They can also be passive-aggressive. SOUL TYPE / S : Helper: Helper types have plenty of common sense, and a pragmatic approach to problems that ensures things get done. With their no-nonsense, roll-your-sleeves-up-and-get-the-job-done approach to life, Helpers keep the modern world rolling. Without them, our cities would grind to a halt, and the infrastructure of our societies would crumble. VICE HABIT / S : Spacing out, getting easily distracted, being stubborn sometimes. VIRTUES / VICES: Compassion, patience, forgiving, ready to help if possible. FAITH : Unsure. Believes in certain ‘gods’ and ‘godesses’. GHOSTS ? : No. AFTERLIFE ? : Yes, experienced it himself for a while. REINCARNATION ? : Yes, experienced it and is aware of it. ALIENS ? : Has no idea what those are. POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : None. Does not care. EDUCATION LEVEL : Has never gone to any form of school or formal education. Knows speech yet lacks in writing or reading skills.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Remembers he had one, does not remember face nor name. MOTHER : Remebers her face yet not her name. SIBLINGS : Many. EXTENDED FAMILY : A few adopted abandoned pups here and there. NAME MEANING / S : Does not remember their names. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : None.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : — MOVIE : — 5 SONGS : — HOLIDAY : New year. MONTH : December. SEASON : Winter. PLACE : Forest, near a river. WEATHER : Cloudy and cold. SOUND : Snow crunching under his steps. SCENT / S : Wood. TASTE / S : Salty. FEEL / S : Soft, sandy. ANIMAL / S : Canines in general. NUMBER : 4. COLORS : Black, white, grey.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Anything involving the use of his strength, fast and agile, be surprisingly delicately when he wants to be despite the claws and rough overall looks. BAD AT : Expressing/understanding his own emotions and the emotions of others, anything mathematical unless extremely basic. TURN ONS : Shows of power/dominance/strength/attitude, no hesitation, authority. TURN OFFS : Unconfidence, softness. HOBBIES : ‘Studying’ humans and anything having to do with them and their lifestyles. TROPES : werewolf, amnesic character, inherently powerful, innocent yet destructive main character, cute but deadly, shapeshifting, reincarnation, dog-like traits, AESTHETIC TAGS : wolves / night / moon / cute / fangs GPOY QUOTES : ❝ I might have forgotten who I was— But I’ll never forget what you did to me. ❞ / ❝ If there’s not a path to follow I shall make my own and find home. ❞

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Ren (Rhyme form) from DMMd. ALT FC / S : Ren in his allmate form. OLDER FC / S : — YOUNGER FC / S : — VOICE CLAIM / S : — GENDERBENT FC / S : —

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : The movie would simply be tittled ‘Home’ and it’d be a kind of documentary about this wolf’s life, the struggles and good moments and how he built his pack from nothing up to the moment the monster attacked and destroyed everything he had worked so hard for. Not specifically high budget but would certainly have a lot of elements to make it look like so, lots of scenery and slow motion captures, close ups and beautiful scenes on the snow.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : More often than not just the sound of the night and nature: frogs croaking and rain falling; a river flowing, snow crunching under their paws; muffled and far away callings of other animals.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : He started of as one of my very first oc’s, specially after I started drawing and was just doodling random scribbles and whatnot; somehow I ended up drawing the same wolfman over and over again and in the end I decided to give him a story. Though, that was many years ago, this version of him is pretty much completely redacted, almost a brand new character, yet the original idea and overall story is still the same.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4 : His superficial simplicity yet how complex he can be once you learn about his full story and feelings.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Since he was pretty much raised in the wild he doesn’t know what’s morally right or wrong on modern human society, so despite trying to live as a human he isn’t looking in the right places and could be molded in the wrong ways. What I’m saying is he’s too gullible and can’t seem to think anything a human tells him is wrong, even when it is obvious. It’s soooooo easy to lie to him.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : We both can’t express our feelings properly, or are just too closed up sometimes.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : “I like him.”

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : So far all of his interactions have been pretty interesting since all the characters he’s talked to so far are all so unique and different from the other. No thread is alike.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : It’s a little weird to put it, but my own search for curiosity in human morals and motivations gives me a lot of inspiration to write a character that does the same thing from a different perspective.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A literal entire fucking day.

#( This is who I am ) Headcanons #THIS TOOK FOR-FUCKING-EVER #WHY DO I TYPE SO SLOWLY #I also had to think for a long time about a few things #what a way to put things into motion again #jfc

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