#can u tell i have a Thing for animated gingers

[inkykeiji]

they had absolutely no right making mark twain this fucking attractive

#NO RIGHT #HE’S SO SEXY AND FOR WHAT #FOR WHAT??????????????????? #can u tell i have a Thing for animated gingers #my phone tried to autocorrect that to ‘fingers’ #which technically wouldn’t be a lie #dazai’s hands and dabi’s hands send me reeling up the wall #but anyway back to twain #what the FUCK!?!?!?!?! like i’m still upset over this #he has no right to look this good they had no right to make him look this sexy #the fact that he’s a sniper just adds to it!!!!!!!! ugh!!!!! #anyway hope ur all having a great sunday! :D #i read the heartless cur and it RIPPED my heart from between my ribs #i love akutagawa so much #i love dazai so much #it’s such a weird position to be in LMAO #inky.bsd #clari chatters

[venusandsaturnsrings]

inceltaru is so genius. kisses ur forehead. i have so many thoughts.

grinding against each other while he sits in his gaming chair, walking in on him watching some weird hentai anime, finding the nsfw manga he keeps in his bedside table.

ESPECIALLY. him thirsting over a chubby reader because his brain is too rotten from all the hentai with chubby girls hes consumed. jsut thinking about if he could ever get you to agree to recreate those nasty things with him

KISSES U BACK!! i can’t claim the idea of inceltaru as a whole (i stumbled across smthn abt him on twt like a year ago) but i’ve very much tailored him to match my preferences and how i see his character better!! when i first started writing him, it was bc there was no other content like it out there and if you want a job done right, you’ve gotta do it yourself y’know?? modern problems require modern solutions etc etc… ANYWAYS you’re a genius here this is for you MWAH!! >///<

if you asked Ajax his favourite genre of manga, he’d tell you something unassuming like slice of life or romance; he may even name some titles if pressed. he’s also a big fat liar with shelves of various adult materials, primarily centred around chubby girls and breeding. his computer has numerous tabs and folders dedicated to his favourite sites and videos unabashedly visible on his desktop. it’s not hard to come across something related to his perverted interests unless he’s chosen to stash it all away; he does this when you’re coming over.

to set the scene, it’s well into the evening and you’ve spent the day lounging in his house playing various games and chatting about mostly nonsense but he was still hanging onto every syllable that left your mouth. after drinking what you think was his fourth energy drink of the day, he went to the bathroom and you decided to poke around at the things he never let you touch. your first objective was the small shelves hidden behind a door under his bedside table. as quietly as possible, you opened it up only to be faced with a basket of… toys… and various mangas with covers featuring plump girls covered in certain substances. you were slack jawed. you had known Ajax was a bit of an oddball immediately upon meeting him from the way others talked about him and warnings your friends had given you but he was just so sweet and had a certain pathetic charm about him that you couldn’t resist. you just hadn’t quite expected these sorts of things to be amongst his collection of knick knacks.

unbeknownst to you he had reentered the room. Ajax cleared his throat and you whipped around only to be faced with the ginger sporting a half hard-on and a generous blush across his pretty face. he shifted slightly from foot to foot without making eye contact before speaking, though his voice cracked slightly.

“snooping around huh? i hadn’t quite… planned for you to see this sorta stuff so soon,” he paused as if thinking, “it’s only appropriate that you apologize, yeah? but i’m not sure that’ll cut it…” Ajax walked closer to you and bent down to be level with your face, his pupils blown wide and drool practically spilling out his mouth. “i can forgive you if you let me try out some of that stuff with you?”

he was nothing short of handsy for the rest of the night, flipping you through various positions but his hands never left your full hips for longer than a handful of seconds. Ajax practically had hearts in his eyes every time he blew his load straight against your cervix and made you whimper from the depth and feeling of fullness. his nervousity never quite left, fingertips trembling and brows furrowed, but the unsure nature of his movements was endearing in an odd way. it was a passing thought you couldn’t dwell on with the small vibrator held firmly to your clit at all times.

#cw: incel #blinks at u #i hope this is satisfactory T^T #my brain was melting only taru up there #inceltaru #incel childe #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #chit chats

[shinkaishoujo103]

So. I watched that one mv that u told me about (a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ ) AND OH BOY it was STUNNING like sometimes you couldn't even tell they were 3d models

Ok so I COmPLETELY forgot EVERYTHING about enstars and its characters ok (like seriously the only thing I remember is having a crush on a redhead mf that was from the crazy b(itches) group) so I will assume stuff based on my experience (spoiler alert:I will go a lil overboard)

So along with the other mv I watched I noticed that this dude and the ginger guy have a somewhat connection,, with their side glances in this pic and the obvious worrying of grey man in the first one

So I will assume that they are besties and that ginger either overworks himself too hard and the grey dude is like "bro wtf stop" OR he has some kind of generic anime deathly disease or smth like that and the grey dude is like the only one that knows because HES AN IDOL AND HE CANT TELL IT TO HIS FANS LIKE or else they'll rage!! Or something

THEY ARE DEFO CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

There is an obvious meaning with the swords too maybe it represents their will/motivation to become idols idk...

And the only thing I have left to say is that he looks uh

Hurt. Alot.

BUT ANYWAYS lol ty for recommending it to me it was so cool!

On a scale from 1 to 10 how right am I about my assumptions

okay first of all. you should read checkmate. for me

(link brings you to the story)

ALSO WAS THE ONE YOU LIKED RINNE? i see 📝

and okay, before i correct you and Probably word vomit on you i need to make one thing clear: izumi (gray haired guy) and leo (ginger dude) are gay and i am very (not) normal about them so hum. enjoy the essay

. okay in the end it ended up so long i needed to put everything under a cut. and its not even everything, which is why i heavily suggest you to read checkmate to like, Get It...so warning that my word vomit spoils that story pretty heavily, since i also show some extracts of it

so yes, izumi and leo were friends in yumenosaki (the idol school) since their first year. they also were pretty much each other's first real friends. so they aren't childhood friends, but definitely very close. they were also in the same unit, who had a lot of names but the most common one being chess, and it was a VERY big unit with Lots of members

you also need to know leo is a talented composing genius, who can easily write amazing songs with ease, which of course is a great feat to have in an idol school

a quick side note that at the time yumenosaki Sucked Ass and that most of the students were just a lazy bunch who barely did anything and just basked in the school's popularity. izumi and leo were one of the rare ones who actually took their idol work seriously, especially izumi

so of course the other chess members would use leo's talent to get it easy, yeah? the thing is leo himself didn't realize. he considered them all as friends, and thought they felt the same, and would give away and make songs for the others with no worries. izumi noticed leo being used and tried to warn him about it, but leo wouldn't take it because he believed in the others too much

anyways, at one point, due to circumstances (that i will not explain because its not very related and just Too Much), units with more than 5 members were not allowed anymore, and thus chess broke into multiple, smaller units. and that was how knights was born, having only leo and izumi as members at first, though with the hardworking izumi and the talented leo, they were very good despite just being two, and won dreamfes (who are basically battle performances between two units) easily

at another point arashi (that izumi knew since childhood) and ritsu (another yumenosaki student that arashi and izumi met) join knights i guess...? though they arent very serious about it yet, the pillar members still being izumi and leo then. im starting to forget but i think these two even joined at first because knights needed more people for the we'll be knights performance?? whatever

and so, i will need you to know that before the we'll be knights performance, leo went to the other former chess members, and basically gave them a choice: leo, or his songs? they all answered his songs

thats when leo finally realized he was being used all along. and of course, that broke him greatly

and so leo decided that he would devote his all to izumi, the only one who truly was his friend. if izumi had a dream, leo would do his everything to help him achieve it. and at the time izumi's dream was to become the best at yumenosaki, and crush everyone else. and like you Really need to read the full dialogue too— (what i show isn't even all of it)

except that leo, was Not made for fighting and hurting others like that. but he still did, for izumi

which is...why he looks so hurt in the we'll be knights mv. because he also decided to take on the responsibility of king, of leader of knights, which once again, was not a role made for him!

anyways, to come back to your words; no, leo doesn't have a disease (eichi is the one with one). as for the swords, its an interesting meaning you're bringing here! :0 personally i think since they're knights, well they gotta have swords right? especially since there they've decided to slay any obstacles who dares obstruct their path. plus they have swords in the original cards too so!

as for the other mv, luminous crown, it happens two years after checkmate and we'll be knights, so of course a lot of things changed by then lol! mainly tsukasa joining knights, and all of them being able to heal, which is why the contrast between we'll be knights and luminous crown is So beautiful and always make me emotional because its shows their evolution so well...they may have suffered a lot, but after a long and difficult path of healing, they're all so much happier now!!! and of course there's still so much more ahead for them

aaand i think i'll end my word vomit here because it's getting TOO LONG!!! HELP!!! AND I INSIST WHEN I SAY THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT EVERYTHING!!! so yes please read checkmate for me.please. it will make you understand everything way more, and better than my explanation ever could

#saku mail #from ram #long post

[zapsoda]

Hey.

What is Postal? I find myself increasingly attracted to the Postal Dude and I would like to know.

Uh.

Everything I suppose.

hell yeah!! based! so postal is a video game franchise (and also movie). the games are typically first person or isometric shooters (although in some of the games you are presented with the option not to kill anyone).

the games typically revolve around this fuckin ginger (some version of him anyways) and his deal is that he just keeps wnding up in situations where everyone is trying to kill him.

if ur interested in getting into specific games ; postal 2 is the classic, its a banger, everyone likes that one. lil bit cringe and edgy and dated but its a lotta fun. the deal w this game is that you can kinda do whatever the fuck you want (main appeal). like it has tasks that you needa complete to progress the game. but you can do those at whatever pace or order you want and in the meantime just fuck around exploring the map. you can pick up cats in the game :33. you smoke crack to restore health. theres a piss button and a suicide button. lotta bangin dlc

the first game (postal 1), the april fools game (poostall royale), and the third game (postal 3) are all free 2 play. the first two are on steam theyre cute lil isometric shooters. the first one has a lot of appeal with the story going on. between each level theres these little bits of text like journal entries from the dude. i did not read these the first time i played it and thus i thought it was boring. (eheh). poostall royale has a girl version of the dude (huge win for bisexuals everywhere).

postal 3 is generally considered the worst game ever made by redditors and the creators themselves, so you can only play it if you pirate it (which is endorsed by the creators lol). i cant say much about this one my only experience with the game is a russian speedrun of it.

more recent games are postal 4: no regerts, and postal: brain damaged. i have heard mixed reviews of the former, but there is a drag outfit and you can pet animals so those are pretty enticing imo

the latter is GREAT. fucking gorgeous trippy silly game. the dialogue is unbelievably cringe. love this one. 10/10. been trying to 100% it. slowly.

the movie is on tubi its. unrecommendable. but. i have a soft spot for it, it was kinda funny sometimes to me... i hate what it did to zack wards place in my brain. its like. edgy 2003 type shit. Based 9/11 humor. take this as you will (maybe give it a try?)

on tumblr you may find many people referring to a version of the dude who is ripped and dressed in a blue and white striped tank top. this is shtopor he is from some russian version of postal 2 made by a different company. its called postal: corkscrew rules by many, but thats not the most accurate translation afaik. it never got an american release, however it did get a japanese release which was dubbed in english. game itself is utter shit from what i can tell but i have heard good things about the music (banger russian indie metal). i dont think i can mention this game without mentioning that the plot revolves around sexual reassignment surgery shenanigans. idk how to elaborate on this one its a lot. lmfao.

anyways. i focused mostly on the franchise itself rather than Him, i can elaborate on him more if u want. hope this was helpful nonetheless :-)))

#asks

[hideyseek]

ehehe tagged by @iamanonniemouse to tell you guys about myself hoho! mousie u lucked out i was already on desktop when i saw this otherwise it would take me like six million weeks to respond

favorite color: i don't think i have one but i'm partial to shades of brown and green

favorite food: if i had to pick one thing, rice. but woks of life has a recipe for poached chicken with ginger scallion sauce that is the only recipe i've made twice in a week in my life.

song stuck in my head: i just got introduced to rina sawayama so right now it's a cycle between akasaka sad and xs and dynasty and paradisin' and tokyo takeover (which im listening to on youtube)

last thing i googled: how to save bell pepper seeds for planting (apparently it's much more hit-or-miss with green ones :sob:)

dream trip: hmm travel definitely feels like a distant pipe dream but i'd like to go to taiwan as an adult for a few weeks. oh but i think my dream trip is to gather some friends, road trip, and rent a house in the mountains or something for a week and just ... chill together.

something i want: i'm actually reasonably content right now / mainly want things i can slowly work toward (beyond some larger things i have limited control over) but i guess one thing i want is some magical insight that will tell me how to dress in a way that uses clothes i already have AND aligns with whatever the hell gender i'm feeling at any given moment

currently reading: oh actually this is timed really well i'm reading a book for the first time this year! it is haruki murakami's what i talk about when i talk about running which i am reading for, surprise surprise, narrative!fic purposes. it's great and honestly really cool to read as someone working through their first long writing project + starting to do long-distance running at the same time.

last song: 红豆 by faye wong

last series: i'm actually in the middle of a bunch of different shows because anime series are so short i simply cannot keep finishing shows lol but most recent ep i watched is from shirobako my beloved anime about anime production

last movie: oh god i don't know the last time i watched a movie myself. it would be whatever last inceptiversary watchparty i went to... 10 things i hate about you

sweet/spicy/savory: oh savory. but i'm growing partial to spicy chip actually

currently working on: narrative!fic lol. oh, and my character for an rpg i'm starting!

Time: 9:07pm

tagging @swimmingseafish @frogiwi @queuebird @dogsongs @zrllosyn @syncopatedid @spectralcentroid if you want to! no pressure tho hehe

#lol while trying to figure out how to toggle to my pinyin keyboard i posted this #sorry to anybody that got pinged #god what are any tags i have #tag games #tag game #oh great i've used both the singular and the plural. love to have organization #hidey speaks

[sweetnsour1]

Dear sweet,

better late than never I would like to participate in your 1kweek question game.

I want to ask: w u t. 🤣

w. What's the last anime you watched? Who's your favorite character in it?

"The Legend of Vox Machina" (It's not an anime in the classic sense, but the drawing style reminds me of one. I hope that still counts xD)

It is an adult animated fantasy tv series based on campaign one of Critical Role, which is a Dungeons & Dragons web series. I highly recommend it, it is really fun to watch.

My favorite character is Vax, 'cause he is a fucking badass with a soft core and hot as hell. And I love his voice actor Liam O'Brien.

u. What is your nervous habit?

When I'm nervous or very focused, I pluck at my lower lip, even pulling off little scraps of skin. It doesn't hurt, but sometimes I overdo it and pull off too much, then it bleeds a little.

I got into this habit 5 years ago during my bachelor thesis. My husband hates when I do this, so I tried to break the habit once, but I had a relapse after a few months and now I'm living with it. But everytime my husband looks at me when I'm doing it, I remember what I'm doing and stop it - only to start again a few minutes later. 😅

t. Where was your last vacation? Would you go again?

On my last vacation I went to Scotland with my husband and a friend of mine. We hiked the West Highland Way. If you don't know it, this is one of the most famous hiking trails in Scotland. We walked a total of 135 km within 8 days (including one break day). It was quite exhausting and at the end our feet hurt a lot, but all in all it was super fun. The landscapes were fantastic (we hiked alongside a lake and moor, through fairytale like forests and over hills), we were really lucky with the weather, we drank good whiskey in the evening and I love British food and people anyway. An all around enjoyable vacation. I can highly recommend this walking tour and Scotland in general as a travel destination. I would go there again at any time.

Hello again, my little lamb🖤

W: Ooo I think I watched one episode of that and life got me distracted so I literally forgot about it until your message now lol. I’ll have to look it up and try it again!

I’ve been sick, so I’ve pretty much just been binging studio ghibli movies so I’m counting Princess Mononoke as my last watch. My favorite character would be mama wolf bc she is petty and I love it. My actual last anime watch was jjk 0. My love for Gojo is possibly unhealthier than my love for Bakugou, but I’m totally fine with that. 😂 it probably has something to do with my sick love for Howl Pendragon, who essentially is the og gojo

U: Fuck, nothing brings out stress like the world of academia. I do a lot of fidgeting with my fingernails. Like I trace the outline of my thumbnail with each finger and repeat that infinitely until my sister tosses a fidget toy at my face. I’ve also been gifted fidget spinner rings which help a lot with that as well. However, sometimes thats way louder and more annoying to people 😂

T: I. AM. SO. JEALOUS. Scotland is like my dreammmmmm vacation. I just want to be surrounded by grass and mist and rain and whiskey and that accent. Just wanna seduce a sexy ginger that I can barely understand and live there forever.

My last trip was a resort in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It was a compromise bc my sister wanted a trip that was like a spa thing but I can’t stand having strangers touch me sooo we went for a place with hot springs! It was so fun being able to hop into the springs any time of day you wanted. It was crazy relaxing. And it was cold there still so I was in loooooove. The day it snowed and we could still be outside in bathing suits 🖤🖤🖤 10/10 would recommend and now want to go to all hot springs everywhere bc I am ADDICTED

Thanks for telling and asking!

Last day for the game

#🖤elle #mailbox💥 #sweetnsouranswers

[chroniclesofaveganbodybuilder]

chronicles of a vegan bodybuilder (29/90)

'i'll b damned if i cannot dance w/ u'

– Beyoncé, "TEXAS HOLD EM"

"i fucking ruined my body... and it's too late for me"

This is my 2nd or 3rd week of being plant-based. for the last month or so i've incorporated dried mint into my heavy cannabis tobacco smoking routine. During the Beyoncé album tonight, off maybe 250/300mg of a gummy, the paranoia slash reality check kicked in especially as i tried to burn my lungs to innocent guitar strums from inside the hearts of children.

The vitality of Beyoncé as manifested through her restless creativity and emotional honesty put a mirror up to me and my life choices. My relationships, my work. i wrote this from inside service to all of you. By tagging COWBOY CARTER and being inspired to focus on my farming we tap in to take it to the stars. i'm lucky that i know enough from a past decade or so of health-consciousness to pivot. i have a link card. i have a free home & fresh food. by tapping in with this blog and within a bigger platform we all become stronger.

i most likely had non-vegan pizza during my plant-based time. i'd also like to cut out gluten. These are banal things that strike me now that i'm dying. My chest pounds, my canals weak, my eyes sunken, my face swollen, skin discolored. Like my friend before she died, like she was dying. From sadness? i don't know, bc i've been dying from sadness. In solidarity i tell myself. And so i die alone.

At least my grandfather had someone there. i'm going to get up and take my blood pressure in a bit.i'll do the things my peers are afraid to do. They've been smoking and drinking, ruining their bodies with my microplastics. Buying posion products in big plastic. From this point on, i'm counting my gains.

GAINS

LUNG HEALTH +60 min

TEETH HYGIENE +60min

ENVIRONMENTAL HYGIENE 0+

NOISE POLLUTION 0+

SOCIAL +1

LIVER +1

app tracks ur psoitive behavior like thatndonundont have to type

Don't spend all day typing either. Relish in simple reflections of real work & experiences* Go Live!

Give credit to everyone"what have i been doing to my beautiful body?" Make chamomile tea. Order ginger. Am i too late?Try again tomorrow... put it in your schedule! i've been abusing my body through executive dysfunction. All based around living out a hip-hop / rock n roll lifestyle as i dealt with the pressures of life. Now in the middle of the night, i wish as i come down, to get up and vacuum. Make GAINS in air quality. Make GAINS in tasks concerning water quality. And Medical Information. Yes, these are the things i should have done befofe i died. Now my thumbs are tired and my stomach is filled poison, my lungs are fried.

1:11 am

GAINS: 25+ deep breaths

8 BENEFITS

either take gluten out or possibly sub an herb in

1:23 am

sometimes breathing can be hard. but it's worth it. it's all we got.Poison in my hood. Poisoned by metal. What have i done to myself. i need a lung transplant fast. And i need to make a doctor's appointment. i could die any moment. i need to

GAINS

PHONE ADDICTION -50

DEEP BREATHS +100

Later...

The good news is: if this were a week ago i'd be binge drinking & eating dead animals covered in oil, grease, devoid of the green energy we share instead my muscles gently ache from my first workout in who knows how long (this blog knows)my teeth are healing and my lungs are working, i look forward to more questions and goals

Today's Question: What answers do i know so far?

Today's Goal: Two week tolerance break til 4/20

#vxplus #plus sign #vegan #vegan bodybuilding #bodybuilding

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

[gangrenados]

Hi is your request still open if they are can I get a headcanon with dick, gar, and Jason and how they would be if it was your first time having sex with them and if u dont want to do it it's fine

To be honest i feel like i have talked about this before, but well

This are good and "bad" things (well, depending on the way you see it) about having the first time with these dudes and BONUS we will talk a little bit about moans 👌🏽

•You can be sure they're gonna be sweet and understanding, always making sure that you're okay or if you want to stop. Yeah, some of them, aka Gar, are more nervous than the others but that doesn't mean it's not a nice experience.

•You see, there's an obvious difference of experience here:

•While Dick and Jason have enough knowledge to know where the clit is and how to do the nasty enjoyable.

•There's a big, BIG chance that this is the first time for Gar too, so don't expect him to know everything he's doing cuz my boy here is begging to not cum too fast.

•(he did cum too fast your very first time together, he's lil prayer didn't worked out too well)

•But he's a sweet, giggly boy regardless of how nervous he might be. Don't underestimate him, once Gar get used and confident about all of this he will be really good.

•He will cover you in kisses and work on a few hickeys here and there, just to see them proudly once they're showing.

•Also has the ability to go for more than just one rounds, but if you're tired then he isn't against snuggling and being sappy together or just take a shower.

•Now let's talk about Jason: He's gonna be smug aboht being your first time, always acting so cocky when you start to undress.

•This dude is into dirty talk and he's pretty good at it, but you can't deny that he can get arrogant.

•But don't get tricked, Jason might not be a virgin but he's still slightly nervous to fuck, you can see that in his movements and the way he tries hard to keep a cool, bad boy-ish face. Overall, really nice and he likes to make out and talk nonsense in the aftercare.

•Last, but of course not less we have Dick and boy, do I tell you this man right here knows what he's doing. He's the most experienced of the three, that it's pretty fucking obvious, but don't worry he'll take things slow, always making sure you're doing well.

•He is really good at fucking and also like to kiss you while he pounding you, besides he's kinda into dirty talk but in a romantic way. I feel like he would like to eat you out or finger you for roleplay or just for mere pleasure, so yep that too!

•Dick is really sweet, but might forget for a moment that this is the first time for you and go a little bit rougher, but will snap back to reality quickly and apologize with a sweet passionate kiss. But let's be honest here, his cock is gonna leave you wanting more of him.

•Aftercare with Dick is such a sweet thing. He will check up on you and then just kiss as you cuddle, he's not really into pillowtalk but doesn't mind to tell you about that animal documentary he watched last week if you're open to listen.

Can I add that Gar and Dick's moans must be, like, cute?? Let's talk about moans cuz boy's moaning doesn't get appreciated enough 😤

•Gar tends to whimper more rather than groan or even moan, yes some groans escapes from time to time when he's rely in the moment. But when he's about to cum? This boy is a whimpering mess and it's cute

•Dick is more on the groaning side, he will do this a lot if you're giving him head or jacking him off, but when he's really into the moment or about to cum? His little moans come out and damn they're heavenly!

•As for Jason? I feel like he leans more to moan and even if he tries to suppress them, all his efforts go to the trash whenever he gets really into it, but this dude will whimper if you sucking him off or tease him in general.

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#smutty #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick Grayson headcanon #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #gar logan x reader #gar logan imagine #gar logan headcanon #titans imagine

[gingeraleluke]

hi:) can i plz have a male celeb or male stranger things matchup (one of the teens cuz i’m a minor) i’m a straight female btwww

so i’d say something big abt my personality is that when i first meet u i either do like you or i don’t. i’m pretty emotionally aware so i can tell when someone’s being genuine or not and i’ll kinda judge your vibe based on that. but if i like u im hella loyal. i’m not a problem started and i’m pretty non confrontational but if someone’s annoying me i’m not afraid to speak out yk? um i’m told i’m the funny one of the group and i love making my friends laugh. i’m determined abt reaching my goals? oh oh also i’d say i’m an ambivert, i’m really extroverted with ppl i like but i don’t like ever talk to ppl i don’t like/not close with

i have like pretty curly ginger hair, and it goes down to my mid to lower back-ish. i have blue eyes, and freckles. i have nice eyelashes which i pride myself in lol. i’m 5’4, and i have a leaner body ig

i have a few hobbies- i draw and paint all the time, i read a lot, i play video games a lot, i watch anime (i literally have an anime blog lmao) and i just started sewing :)

tysm i’m sorry if it’s long but ik that the more specific the easier the matchup is so!!

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙄 𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙋 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙄𝙎..

*✧･ﾟ:*𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 *:･ﾟ✧*

basic info:

✿ 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁: 𝟱’𝟳

✿ 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀: 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁, 𝗮𝘅𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗗&𝗗

✿ 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀

✿ 𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗&𝗗, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗼 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀

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headcannons ༄

max was your little sister who you moved to hawkins with

the two of you ran in to the party after playing a round of dig dug

they were all super upset because you and max were unstoppable at the video game

but lucas was starstruck

he couldn’t even speak

“lucas, are you alright, dude?”

he definitely wasn’t

you found it endearing how sweet he was to you

he’d always offer to carry your books for you

always opening doors for you

max often made fun of him for it and told him that you weren’t stupid and knew what he was doing

max talked him in to asking you out

so he did, the best way he could

he got all dressed up in a tux and showed up at your doorstep, a rose in his hand

he was always a die hard romantic towards you

you both are very passionate and have similar personalities, so you got along well

watching anime and playing video games

lucas was worried that you wouldn’t like him

but of course you liked him just as much as he did

you became a part of the circle and got really close with everyone

you and eleven became close friends and you love doing her makeup

teaching her how to take care of your lashes

lucas was scared to kiss you, so you went in for it

you guys like holding hands and making eachother laugh

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a glimpse at your relationship:

#stranger things imagines #stranger things #lucas sinclair x reader #ships

[blazingstar24]

Summary: Essek never wanted to be the Luxon’s champion

Notes: Chap 2 of my Sailor Moon Shadowgast AU! Oh Essek! Dealing with the limitations of the gods currently and his own. Here’s chapter one if u missed it: chap 1

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Essek sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. He had come to Sapphire Sweets to clear his head, but he couldn’t get the conversation with that man out of his head. That man had to be the one, right?

“Essek~ I know that face. It’s your ‘I’m thinking about something too much’ face.”

He looked up as a little blue tiefling woman stood next to his table. She was holding a plate with blueberry scones out to him.

“Good morning, Jester. How are you today?”

Jester smiled and sat down across from him. She broke one of the scones in half and started to munch on it.

“My morning’s been great! These scones came out nicely and you came in today.”

Essek couldn’t help but smile at Jester’s cheery tone. He missed her. He missed all of the Nein. He wished they could have stopped Trent Ikithon all those centuries ago. Now it was down to him to fulfill whatever the Luxon had in store. It was up to him to make things right. He owned it to the Nein to make sure their reincarnated souls had a good new life.

Yet, he also couldn’t help himself and sought out the Nein. Finding out who they are in this time, what their lives are like, keeping tabs to make sure nothing terrible befalls them. Essek had only meant to visit Jester’s bakery every now and then, but leave it to Jester and her magnetic personality to befriend him all over again. He figured that as long as he made sure she never found out about his activities as Shadowhand, it would all be okay in the end.

“Essek, you’re doing it again.”

“Sorry, Jester. I have a lot on my mind recently.”

Jester sighed and pushed the plate of scones towards Essek.

“Is it your studies again? Sprinkle says that you should stop studying and instead live it up a little.”

Essek smirked. “Sprinkle said all this? Tell your weasel not to worry about me. I’m fine. I just….have a lot of extracurriculars I’m doing right now.”

“He’s a very smart weasel, you know.”

“He is practically feral.”

Speak of the devil, a red weasel skittered up onto their table and started snacking on the scones. Jester giggled and broke apart the pastry into smaller bits for the animal. That was Essek’s cue to leave. He needed to figure out more about the man he met yesterday.

“Thank you for breakfast, Jester. I will stop by again when I can.”

“Any time, Essek! Don’t work too hard!”

Essek gave the tiefling a small wave and floated out of the bakery. Jester let Sprinkle climb up onto her shoulder.

“I don’t know why you’re so interested in him, Artie. To be honest, he’s got noodle arms.”

“You’re right about that, my dear. But don’t throw him out of the party just yet. There’s more to him and I can sense something coming.”

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Essek floated into his home with a huff. He wanted to check out the Soltryce College student records to see if he could find out what the ginger haired man’s name was. But they don’t just hand those out to anyone, so his best options for seeing him again was to either break into the college or hang around the library. The latter was the more palatable option.

He drifted over into his private study room. Sitting in his desk chair, he closed his eyes, again mulling over the conversation.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I was told I could find this book here and…”

“Were you talking to your cat?”

Essek surveyed the man in front of him. The human would have been taller than him if he wasn’t floating. He was anxiously scratching his arm and trying to push the cat behind him. Essek could have sworn the cat was staring right at him.

“Uh ja, he’s my….pet?”

Essek raised an eyebrow. He came to the Cobalt Soul Library because he had heard that somehow they obtained his research. He wasn’t about to let that fall into the wrong hands. Not like before. So, he wasn’t about to let some student read it either.

“Sorry, but I am taking this book back to the Dynasty.”

The man’s eyes seemed to pierce into him, picking apart that lie. Suddenly, Essek felt dizzy as a rush of memory shot through his mind.

“Show me. Show me something impressive”

A giant cat’s paw waved at him. A voice asking for his help in learning dunamancy.

The memory faded before he could make out the face of the voice. He stumbled back a bit as the dizziness that accompanied the memory persisted. The man placed a hand on his arm to steady him. Essek flinched at the sudden contact, words of anger about to spring from his lips. But then he truly looked at the man standing before him.

Long ginger hair framed his pale face. Blue eyes currently filled with worry, but Essek could see a deep inquisitive nature in them. He felt his heartbeat pick up in a way it never had before. Was the man the one? The final member of the Mighty Nein. The one who is locked out of his memory. The one who appears in flashes and daydreams.

“Are you alright?”

Essek nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He wanted to solve this mystery. He wanted to ask so many questions. But he had to be sure. How would he be able to explain the Luxon, the reincarnation, and the fight against Trent Ikithon if this wasn’t the person he had been searching for.

He rarely did this. Only in truly tricky situations, which depending on how he looked at this, it could count. In a moment of pure panic, Essek prayed to the Luxon. A silent plea for a teleportation out of this mess. A beat passed. And then Essek felt raw magic flow around him as the Luxon granted his wish.

Essek opened his eyes once more, shaking off the memory. He couldn’t help but feel frustrated at himself for not getting the man’s name before disappearing. But he also felt frustrated at the Luxon for not giving him back the memories he wanted. Just let him remember this person. He knows he is important.

Why else would he fall out of trancing from the whisper of words spoken in the past. Be inexplicably drawn to amber gems. Want to remember someone so badly. Essek knew without a doubt that this person meant something to him.

The room filled with a soft light. The drow huffed. The Luxon always came to him when he was going through it. Almost as if it cared.

“I do not understand why you have decided not to show me everything.”

A pulse of light.

Essek rolled his eyes. “My people really worshipped you? You’re supposed to be a god and yet you don’t know why you can’t do things?”

The light dimmed slightly.

He sighed, casting a sympathetic look towards the Luxon. “Yes, I know you still don’t know what you are. My research can—”

Essek paused. His research. The work that he had dedicated his past life to. The work he had started a war over. The incredibly personal notes he had written inside them. He had left it behind in his hurry to teleport out of the library.

“No, no, no! He’s going to read it and…and—”

The light pulsed once more.

“Right. I can get it back and it can be a chance to see if he is the one.”

Essek let out a deep breath. He wasn’t sure if he was doing any of this right. He had made so many mistakes in the past. He missed his friends dearly. But this was partially due to his collusion with the Cerberus Assembly. It’s fitting that he has to fix the mess he caused alone.

“Could you at least tell me his name? You have to know that much.”

He winced internally at how small his voice sounded. He just wanted some answers after all this time. A name would give him something, someone to hold onto.

The light filled the room as did the faint scent of smoky ash. Essek wasn’t sure if the warmth that suddenly blossomed in his chest as he heard the name was the Luxon’s doing, or his own body’s accord.

“So that’s his name.”

Essek faintly smiled. “Caleb Widogast.”

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END OF CHAPTER TWO

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #jester lavorre #critical role au #cr fanfic

[venusandsaturnsrings]

lowkey feel like incel childe just likes the state of u being pregnant and not actually having the end product lmao there's some satisfaction in knowing that u belong to him, that he's the one who knocked u up and it's his sperm that got ur tummy all round with his kids.

he'll also probably look at ur kids and see both ur features combined and thats something he'll take pride on, the apex of masculinity is having a cute breedable wife with a couple of kids as proof that u belong to him.

if he could tattoo his name on ur body he probably will lmao this nasty man's possessive and marking kink goes miles haha disgusting man that we all love ❤️

do… do u know how huge your brain is??? big brain thoughts im salivating…

he really is in love with how having you pregnant is a very visible display of his ownership and your love. having you pregnant means that everyone will know your his!! makes him worry less about having to resort to… unsavoury methods of proving your relationship. he’ll never be afraid of beating someone till he’s sure they get it <33

much like childe, i’m a ginger irl and the thought of having a bunch of baby gingers running around is making me go insane… he likes looking at your kids and being able to say “we made that :) biological proof of our love <3” before yknow… sending them to boarding school and being The Worlds Least Attentive Father. he’s awful and i love him.

anyways as i’m sure we can all tell at this point, it’s far healthier to refrain from having kids and instead babysit teucer and tonia on occasion. (who do i think i am? advocating for a HEALTHY relationship with incel childe??? what’s up with that)

but oh boy oh man his MARKING K1NK he’s feral. he’s definitely not beyond tattooing or cutting his name into your skin. he’ll make sure to put little hearts around it <3 odds are he’d put it on your hip!! something like ‘ajax’s girl’ or ‘property of ajax’ im partial to the whole property thing considering yknow… his whole misogyny thing. only reason he won’t put it above your cunt is because he plans on paying to get you a womb tattoo bc he’s a loser and only beat his meat to anime girls before you got together <33

yummy nasty boy

#hehe #head so full #chit chats #cw: misogyny #cw: incel #childe x reader

[jui-imouto-chan]

I stumbled across your page as I was going through the miya twin tag and was pleasantly surprised to see your summoner au with kitsune miya twins and kita! I eat up any inarizaki kitsune content I can get (especially of the twins) and I wanted to thank you for writing about it! Your style and the way you depict the characters...*chefs kiss* it's fantastic. I also love the story you developed for the twins and would love to see more about it and kitahina! Can't wait to read more about the au! ♡

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Ahhh tysm 💕💕💕

I was really worried about their characterization while I was writing them, and to hear you say that my writing style and my version of them is good 🥺🥺🥺😭😭 I love y’all sm ❤️❤️

Because I’m still a lil bit in Inarizaki mode, here’s a quick lil thang 😘

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“Wait, you’re telling me that tiny little ginger is the one who has Kita-san wrapped around his little finger??”

Suna could hardly believe it. Aran, while surprised, took the information in stride, at least moreso than the twins expected, and as they nodded eagerly, Suna whipped out his phone.

“Hey, shortie!” he called, quickly hiding and pulling Aran with him. As the twins (especially Atsumu) panicked at the sudden attention from the redhead, Suna took as many pictures as he could, quickly downloading them to the cloud in case the twins tried to delete them.

“So it’s not just Kita-san, then.” Aran noted aloud, observing the way the boy’s bright persona affected the twins. Osamu’s usual stoic (if not irritated) expression looked like it took more effort than it should to maintain, like he was just barely keeping himself from smiling.

Of course, the tan man’s eyes shifted over to the redhead, and he couldn’t stop the slight drop in his jaw and the creases forming at the corners of his lips. Furthermore, the scent of strength came off of the boy, juxtaposing his overall slim and agile form. He felt like Atsumu—the pathetic simp, as Suna would unashamedly correct him—when he imagined how warm the ginger’s hugs would be, and how his small hands would fit into his palms.

“I wonder what Kita-san’s expressions are like when he sees this Hinata Shoyo.” The brunette pondered, interest swimming in his eyes despite his impassive expression. “I’m sure they’d be amusing, if not at least interesting.”

Aran didn’t really need to think about it. “He probably smiles.”

“Kita-san smiling? He hasn’t done much of that in years—what makes you think that shrimp would get him to do that?”

“Just a hunch.” It was just a hunch, but he was quite certain. “But I’d even bet on it.”

Suna, of course, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to blackmail Aran, even if it was only on the darker man’s terms. His ears and tail twitched, the latter appendage swaying the way a cat’s would when stalking its prey. “Oh?”

Aran snorted. Hook, line, and sinker. Suna was just as predictable as Kita claimed he was, although he knew there wasn’t really any downside for the brunette in this wager. Either he gets pictures of Kita smiling (probably to sell them, the bastard) or he gets Aran to do one thing he wants him to. Regardless, his tail swished in amusement, and his ears flattened a little as they discussed their innocent bet, peering eagerly down at the unknowing Hinata Shoyo.

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••Part 11.5 of (?)••

• you know I love the Haikyu boys equally, I say, staring at the Inarizaki boys with hearts in my eyes. •

•also yes I love Aran—he’s a black man, so my tan ass goes “he’s one of me” despite the fact that I probably don’t have even a similar ethnicity (I’m desi, both parents from Bangladesh). Also pls don’t take that first part of the sentence out of context I will actually smite you if you make me seem racist over simping for a tan POC in an anime •

•• Send Asks for more! Feel free to ask about characters and send Headcanons! Or if u wanna just talk Haikyuu/ships, I’m good with that too! :) and for other parts, search the “summoner au” tag on my blog and you’ll find em! ••

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#haikyuu #hinata harem #hinata shoyo/everyone #hinaharem #atsuhinaosa #atsuhina #osahinaatsu #osahina #miyahina #arahina #aranhina #sunahina #kitahina #inarizaki #summoner au #ojiro aran #ojirou aran #suna rintarou #Suna rintaro #kita shinsuke #miya atsumu #miya osamu #haikyu #hq

[pigsiescribe]

Just a Friend Date 3

(This is based off a post by @ginger-and-mint but sort of the inverse of it???)

Brew-A-Bezzie was an interesting place to get a personalized plushie. The interior was based off a mysterious potion room with little cauldron stations. After picking an animal and stuffing them with cotton, you go to one of the cauldrons and pour vials with labels like "Honesty," "Trust," "Kindness," "Good Listener," "Sweetness," and the likes into it. When you've poured all of the vials you wanted, it all solidifies into a heart-stone. You could put the heart-stone directly into the plushie, or into a small satchel with some herbs that would then be put into the plushie. After that step, there were a variety of clothes and accessories to choose from to put on the plushie.

Pisa felt like a little kid again. It had been a while since she'd owned a plushie, and she almost forgot how much of a comfort they could be, especially when life throws you through the wringer. She had chosen a green frog that felt like the shag carpet she used to have in her bedroom. The heart-stone was a simple one. This frog just needed to be adventurous, a good listener, and trustworthy, resulting in a red, yellow and blue heart-stone. To make it a little more special, Pisa chose to put the heart-stone in a satchel with vanilla beans. Not one for accessories, she chose a little yellow hooded cape for her friend and named it Puddle Flower.

Moldy was a good sport about all of it, considering this was all last-minute for him. He admitted there was some personal shopping he wanted to do; something that wasn't sold at the school store. While the two strolled through the shopping district, Pisa snuggled her plushie, taking an occasional whiff for that sweet vanilla scent. At first, it filled her with lovely memories of her mother. But after a while, it made her think of other things. Ice cream. Custard. Pudding. Cream puffs. Pie. Cookies.

Now she was starting to get hungry. Pisa could feel her stomach starting to grumble, but didn't want to say anything to Moldy yet. He was patient with her in Brew-A-Bezzie. The least she could do was wait until he was done with his shopping before they stopped for lunch.

Except he didn't seem to have a particular purchase in mind. He would pop into a store or by a kiosk, look at the products, maybe chat with Pisa a little, and just move on. Pisa's stomach growled louder and louder, earning her some funny looks from others, but of course, Moldy couldn't hear it.

When her hands started trembling, Pisa decided to just tell him. Wait, she thought. How do you say "hungry"? Moldy looking straight ahead, she signed all the other feeling words, hoping it'll jog her memory. Excited. Sick. Confused. Upset. Sad. Tired. Nope; still couldn't remember "hungry"... or "eat." She could remember everything EXCEPT the words she needed!

An idea popped in her head. It'd be embarrassing, but it would get her point across.

Pisa grabbed Moldy's hand placed it on her belly right when it growled ferociously enough to get looks from other people on the walkway. There was no way he didn't feel it through her clothes.

"Are you hungry?" Moldy asked. "Sick?!" He looked ready to panic.

THAT'S HOW YOU SAY IT! Pisa thought ruefully. "Hungry," she replied with a sheepish look on her face. "Sorry."

Moldy chuckled a bit. "It's fine. If you forget how to say it, you can spell it. H-U-N-G-R-Y."

Or I could have done that! Pisa thought, wanting to kick herself while apologizing over and over. Moldy laughed more heartily. "Come on. My favorite restaurant is this way." He took her hand and lead the way.

With the promise of food in the near future, Pisa's stomach growled more fervently. If Moldy could hear it, he'd probably be cackling all the way.

#original characters #original story #stomach growls #friend date #hunger fic #Moldy is understanding given the language barrier

[in-tua-deep]

Daemon AU? Yes PLEASE!

I will give u the pre-canon material exploring Five and his daemon’s relationship ;3c 

---

Pancha prefers small forms. Five never knows for certain why, and when he asks her she just tilts her head and shrugs at him because she doesn’t know what to say, either.

She likes being a hummingbird, flitting around Five’s head and hovering in front of his face before nesting in his hair. She likes being a mouse, scurrying up Five’s arm and tucking herself into the pocket on the front of his blazer.  She likes being a rabbit, feet thumping against the floor as she zoomed around the room at top speed.

Five never knows, or maybe just never vocalizes why the representation of his soul prefers to be small. 

But when Reginald Hargreeves gives him scathing performance reviews, his cane clicking against the floor in time with the soft clicking of Aryia’s claws as they look down their noses, as Five stands with his back straight and proud while - 

While Pancha curls up tight in his pocket, a mouse biting the end of her own tail so that she would not whimper aloud. They know then, even if they never voice it aloud. The reason that Pancha prefers to stay small.

---

The thing that people learn early is to watch daemons. Not directly, that would be rude, but to keep them in the corner of your eye and observe. Daemons are the representation of a person’s soul after all, and souls can’t lie. 

If someone is nervous, their daemon will shuffle anxiously. If someone is angry, their daemon will puff up in fury. When someone is scared, their daemon will cringe and cower. It’s easy to spot a liar in a world where the heart lays outside of the body.

Five’s very good at lying with his own body. He stands up straight and proud. He bares his teeth in furious smiles, licking blood from his lips and refusing to back down. He speaks loudly, with purpose, with challenge in his voice and in his words. Five is hard-headed. Five is disobedient. Five is an unruly little monster.

Pancha shifts into a hummingbird, because everyone knows hummingbirds flit around to keep aloft. It doesn’t look like nervous energy when it’s for a purpose. Pancha shifts into an australian tiger beetle, because they don’t have lips to draw back in wordless snarls. Pancha shifts into a gerbil and hides in Five’s pockets, because what you don’t see cannot betray you.

They call her adaptable, laugh when their siblings’ daemons begin to settle. They tolerate the speculation about who is going to settle next and what they will become.

They both dread the day Pancha will settle, even if they don’t say anything to one another. They don’t address the fact that she changes from one form to another, cycling through dozens within the space of a day even though their siblings stick to perhaps three. They don’t talk about the buzz under their skin that drives Pancha racing around their room at top speed until they crash on the bed panting together with something clawing desperately inside their soul. 

They don’t talk about a lot of things, but they don’t need to. They’re two halves of the same whole. 

---

Luther snaps at Five for cheating, for running ahead on a mission. They’re twelve, and Andromeda looks down on Pancha with something cold in her eyes and says, “Of course they can’t obey. They’re still unsettled.”

She says it like an insult, lip drawing back to show off too sharp teeth, says it like it’s something for Five to be ashamed of. Says it like what she’s really saying is that Five is a child. Like they aren’t all twelve-years-old and just settling into their own skins. 

She says it like it’s Five’s fault that Pancha can flit through forms like she can’t shed them fast enough. Even as Andromeda speaks, Pancha is a bat, is a wren, is landing on Five’s shoulder as a sugar glider, is curling around his neck as a ferret.

She says it like it’s his fault that he’s twelve-years-old and his daemon is unsettled. Like half the twelve-year-olds running around aren’t doing so with daemons just as unsettled as his. 

(Five read once, in a book, that trauma can make daemons settle earlier. There are so many cases of children as young as nine, seven, six with daemons tiny and scared and permanent.

The same book mentioned that abused children’s daemons often fell into one of two categories: large predators, to protect themselves and bare their teeth and intimidate any who try and hurt them. And the small ones, who are tiny and scared and do their best to be beneath notice.

Luther and Diego’s daemons are large, with teeth that can tear flesh and muscles beneath their skin.

Pancha likes to take small forms. Five doesn’t think about it too much.)

Five curls his lip and snarls back at Andromeda in a way that he never does when they’re in front of cameras, because etiquette says that people don’t talk to other people’s daemons, “If you weren’t so slow then maybe I wouldn’t have had to go in alone.”

Pancha shifts from a ferret to a squirrel to a kangaroo rat. The others are used to her rapid changes, but they also mean that they can’t pin down Five’s mood based on his daemon’s body language. She’s shifting too rapidly for that, clawing down his jacket as a hispid cotton mouse and settling into his arms as a pika, as a pygmy rabbit, as a stoat.

“Maybe I should hear a rumor about everyone calming down.” Allison threatens, her hands on her hips and tapping her foot impatiently. Amraphel is wrapped around her shoulders like a scarf, lazily flicking his tongue out.

(Allison has been of ill temper and short of patience ever since Raph settled a month ago. The whole house had heard her shouting about it, and none had dared to address it when they came down to dinner with Raph draped over the back of the chair instead of his customary place in Allison’s lap. 

Raph and Allison haven’t sat properly together since he settled, and no one talks about it.)

But Allison’s words settle Andromeda and Luther, both of them backing up in a way they wouldn’t for any other sibling. 

Pancha is a bush baby now, climbing up to Five’s shoulder and tugging lightly on the hair behind his ear. 

Five holds his hands behind his back and twists his fingers together to the point of pain.

“No need for that.” Pancha says, voice clear and level and almost haughty. “They’re only jealous they can’t be as adaptable as us.”

Luther snarls and lunges forward, only to be blocked by a bristling Andromeda. “They’re not worth it.” She growls, low and deep in her chest with flashes of white teeth. Luther and his daemon try so hard to be respectable, to be cool and aloof like their father and his daemon. It’s almost sad, really.

Pancha is a manipur bush rat, scurrying to Five’s other shoulder. Five untwists his hands from behind his back and reaches up to grab her when she shifts into a black jackrabbit. 

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Five says, with all his twelve-year-old wit, “Your face isn’t worth it.”

The black eye he sports for three weeks is, in fact, worth it.

---

Pancha is the last one left unsettled. It shouldn’t bother them, they don’t even really want Pancha to settle, but it does in some terrible inexplicable way.

Pancha flits between forms, and none of them feel right.

“We’re obviously going to be something that can jump properly.” Five muses, tapping a pencil against a little black notebook as he thinks. “You said the kangaroo mouse didn’t feel right?”

“Nothing will feel right until the moment we settle.” Pancha points out, flicking the tail of her current ginger-tabby-cat form back and forth, “Val was definitely a wolf a few times before she settled.”

“Yeah, well, I’m like 90% sure Val settled out of pure competitive spirit.” Five dismisses rolling his eyes. 

Valencia had settled two hours before Andromeda had, and has lorded it over the other daemon ever since. Diego still preens about how he was the first of the siblings to settle before even Luther.

(Five kind of wants to tell them both that Tamaya settled a week before Valencia and Andromeda both. No one noticed because Ben hadn’t brought it up, and Tamaya had always favored hiding to confrontation. Instead, Tamaya ‘officially’ settled around three days after their siblings.)

“I’m probably not going to be a big animal.” Pancha says, her claws pricking into his skin through his pajama top as she leans against his shoulder to peer at his list. “You can cross kangaroo off.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t be sure?” Five says, eyebrow raised.

Pancha just stares at him blankly. He stares back. Pancha shifts into a Florida king snake.

“Not having eyelids is cheating.” Five scowls, crossing his arms.

Pancha easily swaps into a possum, shaking out her fur. “It wasn’t cheating, it was adapting.” She tosses his words back in his face, “Besides. You thought I could be a kangaroo.”

Five grudgingly crosses an entry out. “Well why are you a possum now?”

Pancha shrugs as well as she can as a possum. “Dunno. It’s a marsupial or whatever, isn’t it? Besides, I’m sort of digging the fingerless gloves aesthetic.” She offers a foot out for Five to inspect.

“You look like you just climbed out of a trash can.” Five informs her.

“No, that was last night.” Pancha shoots back, shifting into a pine marten to crawl into Five’s lap and bat at his notebook. He just holds the notebook a little bit higher, making her huff in irritation. 

“Dad really needs to feed us more.”

Pancha nuzzles against Five’s stomach as comfortingly as she can, even though she can feel the slight pang of hunger gnawing at her belly as well as he can. Their power takes so much out of them sometimes, it’s difficult to justify taking more to a man who sees them as an experiment instead of a person.

“I could turn into a tiger and eat Aryia.” Pancha offers, shifting into an otter and making another grab for the notebook that Five easily avoids.

“You don’t like taking big forms.” Five dismisses easily, as though it’s nothing. As though it isn’t something they don’t discuss between them.

Pancha is silent for a few minutes, and even Five stops scribbling away as he waits for her response.

Finally she says, very carefully, “Just because I don’t like to, doesn’t mean I can’t.”

They both are silent after that, Five lowering his arms to curl around Pancha’s latest form in something just a little bit too loose to call a hug. 

“It’s safer.” Pancha whispers, breaking the silence between them, “I don’t know why, but it’s safer this way. Smaller daemons - they aren’t looked at as closely. When a tiger daemon bristles, people pay attention. When a mouse daemon bristles, no one even notices.”

“Is my soul really mouse shaped?” Five huffs a laugh, but they both know that he wouldn’t be disappointed in her being a mouse so much as he would her being trapped a mouse.

Pancha nudges at his chin with her broad muscular head, “Hey, don’t knock mice. They’re survivors. Practically anywhere you go, you’ll find mice. Inside, outside, they know how to get around.”

Five hums, dropping his notebook on the bed and bringing his hands up to run them through Pancha’s fur.

“Maybe we should be something with a beak.” Pancha whispers, knowing that Five will hear her no matter how softly she speaks. “No one bothers to look at bird daemon expressions, either.”

“Maybe you’ll be a swan, able to break someone’s arm and look pretty while doing it.” 

Pancha snorts, “Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you. Vicious representation of our soul, that.” 

Instead of saying anything more, Pancha shifts from an otter into a meerkat. She curls into a tight little ball in Five’s lap.

“Not this one either, then?” Five says with a smile.

“Shut up.” Is Pancha’s intelligent response. “Next time you ask, I’m going to bite you.”

---

The moment they figure out what they can, theoretically, do, the buzzing under their skins gets louder than ever.

“Ask dad again, please.” Pancha begs, shifting from a budgie to a canary to a superb fairy wren as she flits about close to the ceiling of their room.

“You ask Aryia!” Five shoots back, bouncing lightly on the top of his bed even though it’s sort of childish. If anyone comes in though, he’ll just say he was trying to catch Pancha and they’d probably believe it.

Pancha turns into a magpie and immediately tries to divebomb Five in irritation, who stands there unimpressed and she’s forced to veer back towards the ceiling or crash into him. “You know she’s a mythic bitch!”

“And you think dad isn’t?” Five asks incredulously, bouncing a little more frantically.

“You don’t get lectures on how you’re -” Pancha flies to the floor and shifts into an impressive rendition of a marble fox identical to their father’s daemon, “Still unsettled Pancha, honestly, I expected better of you. Why can’t you be like the others, you’re so unruly and disheveled and I have no idea why dear old Reggie didn’t do away with you long ago -”

Five is cackling, his bouncing having come to a stop so he could slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter at Pancha’s, frankly, spot on impression of their father’s daemon.

Pancha grins, shifting from a fox into a jack russell terrier and jumping on the bed with Five. “Spot on, wasn’t I?”

“Absolutely impeccable.” Five manages, sticking his nose haughtily in the air, “Why, I almost thought our dearest Aryia was in the room with us!”

Pancha nips at his heels, making him flop down onto the bed with her automatically. The shift in weight and position makes them both bounce a few times before they settle down. They’re still buzzing with energy though, even sitting still.

“I bet time travel would fix us.” Pancha says finally, voice strangely serious in the face of their previous jostling and cheer.

“We aren’t broken.” Five says equally seriously, watching as Pancha shifts into a grey collared chipmunk, then a harvest mouse, and then an antelope jackrabbit. She uses that form’s legs to launch herself from the bed to the desk across the room and back again. 

“There’s something wrong with us, Five.” Pancha corrects him fiercely, clawing up his arm as a pallid bat to his shoulder. “The others weren’t like this. We’re thirteen, now. Statistically, we should have settled by now. Or - or slowed down at least.”

Now she’s a margay, precariously balanced on his shoulder with her tail whipping into his face. Five brings up a hand to gently grasp at the twitching appendage, “The average is twelve to fourteen, technically.” He corrects her gently, “We practically just turned thirteen, we have time.”

Pancha hisses, hopping down off his shoulders in the form of a mongoose. “If we just - we have to try, Five. Can’t you feel it?”

Five bops her gently over the head, half scolding. “Of course I can, I’m you aren’t I?”

The buzz under their skin gets stronger by the day, and Pancha hasn’t been able to hold a form for longer than five or ten minutes in almost a year. It takes more effort not to jump than it does to actually jump, these days. Pancha shifts into a brush rabbit and levels him with an unimpressed look.

Five heaves a sigh, foot bouncing against the floorboards as though Pancha has transferred her nervous energy to him. “You know what dad’s gonna say, anyway.” He brings a hand to his chest and put on a nasally fancy tone, “Maybe we can revisit this topic when you’ve matured a bit, Number Five.”

Pancha gnashes her teeth together as a beaver. “You know what that’s code for.”

Five’s look is just as bitter as his daemon’s tone. He does know. Everyone knows. It’s a whole thing - people have weird ideas about what it means to settle. That it means, in some weird way, that it’s a transition into adulthood and responsibility.

How many hospital dramas and detective shows make it a point to draw attention to a child actor’s shifting daemon? How many true crime shows have grieving parents wailing about how the daughter or son wasn’t even settled yet, as though it might have been less of a tragedy if the kid’s daemon had been permanently stuck as a woodchuck. How many courtroom dramas have dismissed eyewitness testimony on the basis of the kid isn’t even settled yet.

Five and Pancha thinks it’s stupid, the emphasis put on settling. Thinks it’s dumb that he’s somehow considered less mature than a nine-year-old with a settled hedgehog daemon, even though he’s thirteen. But his age doesn’t matter. Just his daemon’s settled status. 

“What if time travel fixes us.” Pancha proposes again, fluttering over to the desk in the form of a cardinal. “What if it helps. What if it’s what we need to - ”

Settle, she doesn’t say. Because to settle is to know yourself, and they don’t even know they extent of their powers.

Five shakes his hands out, blue sparks flying down his wrists as he does so. Anything to try and get the buzz out from under his skin. 

“I’ll ask dad again tomorrow.” Five says finally, “And if he says no - ”

“Then we do it anyway.” Pancha is a coyote, lips pulled back in a wordless snarl before blue lightning runs down her form and she’s suddenly pressed against Five’s side.

“Then we do it anyway.” Five confirms, grim.

---

Time travel does not fix them.

Time travel breaks them.

They stand in the rubble of the end of the world, howling for their family with something that tastes like desperation on their lips, and no one answers. Dust swirls across the ground, glittering and gruesome as the smoke chokes the air from their lungs.

They claw through ruin until they find what they’re looking for, until Five shoves a piece of debris off of a face that belongs to a wrist with a black umbrella inked upon it, dark and final.

He finds Luther. He finds Allison, finds Diego, finds Klaus. He does not find their daemons.

Pancha is a falcon, is a racoon, is a wolf howling desperately into the crackling air, hoping, praying for an answer. But the only thing they hear are the quiet roar and crackles of the fires and their own footfalls.

It’s eerily quiet, at the end of the world. There’s no movie soundtrack, or screams, or howling winds. It’s just the pops of distant fires and the sound of rock across rock as their feet dislodge pieces of the wreckage.

“We can fix this.” Five says feverishly, “We have to go back.”

“It’s not working.” Pancha grits her teeth, pushing and pushing and pushing against the wall of their powers. It’s about as useful as trying to break down a brick wall with her shoulder.

“We’ll make it work.” Five vows, “We’ll go back. We’ll save them all.”

Pancha nods, equally grim and equally serious. 

“What we need,” Pancha says slowly, sounding out each word. She has Five’s full attention on her, “Is an equation.”

Math isn’t something they technically need anymore. It’s a crutch from their younger days, something that soothes them and calms them and helps them focus. They can jump without it, their brain doing most equations automatically.

But when they’d first been figuring out their limits on distance, when they’d first figured out the differences between jumping in water and jumping in air - they’d used math. When they were figuring out time travel was possible, they’d looked at the math.

“Okay.” Five says, breathy and small and scared, “Okay.”

---

They don’t figure out until a week in that the buzzing under their skin is - not gone, but lesser somehow. 

In their defense, they have a lot bigger things to worry about.

Five is scooping cold spaghetti-o’s directly into his mouth with a spoon he’d buffed against his shirt when he finally looks at Pancha and realizes that she’s been a barbary macaque for… hours now. She has a box of children’s sidewalk chalk by her side and is concentrating fiercely on writing while Five takes a break.

“Pancha - ” Five starts, and then finds himself at a loss for words when she looks up at him. 

“Hmm?” She asks absently, little monkey face still scrunched up in concentration. Five can’t help but wonder when the last time Pancha stayed in one form long enough for him to pick up proper expressions from her face.

“...Never mind.” Five says, and watches Pancha turn back to her work. 

They have more important things to worry about now anyway.

---

“This is a bad idea.” Pancha informs him, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she pants in the scorching heat. She’s a dingo today, has started experimenting with bigger and bigger forms.

(Five is seventeen-years-old. She still hasn’t settled.)

“We’re literally starving to death, Pan.” Five says dryly gripping bright packaging between thumb and forefinger like he would prefer not to be touching it himself, thanks. “Look, I definitely remember something about these things never going off.”

“That doesn’t sound right.” Pancha frowns, “But then again, I don’t know enough about twinkies to dispute it.”

They both look at the innocent little treat that Five has managed to unearth from inside of what looks like it used to be a child’s backpack. They don’t think about the child the backpack might have belonged to.

“Don’t those things have like, cream in them or something?” Pancha asks doubtfully, leaning forward to sniff the treat suspiciously, “Pretty sure anything with dairy in it went off like, years ago.”

“They’re like, 90% preservatives probably.” Five says, bringing it closer to his face so he can sniff it as well. “What do you think?”

“I think this is a terrible idea.” Pancha shrugs, which looks strange with a Dingo’s shoulders, “But then again, we are starving to death. Not sure we can afford to be picky.”

“We also can’t really afford to be sick.” Five points out sensibly. 

They both take another pause to consider the twinkie. 

“We’re so going to regret this.” Pancha sighs, laying down and putting her head on her paws. “But hey, if we die, we die.”

“We’re not going to die.” Five scolds her, peeling open the twinkie finally and giving it a distrustful look, “We totally aren’t going to regret this. Power of positive thinking, right?”

They absolutely regret it.

They don’t die, though.

---

The bright side of Pancha being unsettled is that she’s actually very useful in the apocalypse. She can take on the form of an elephant, acting as a one-daemon construction crew to clear out debris when they need a place to stay. She can run through the rubble as a mouse, squeezing through cracks in search of anything useful.

She takes the form of a chameleon, snagging insects from the air and offering them to Five when his skin starts looks paper thin and his ribs stick out prominently. 

Pancha lays in the body of a tiger, curled around her human to protect him from the cold nip of the night air. The weather is turning, and soon enough there will probably be snow on the ground.

“We’re twenty-one this year.” Pancha says quietly.

Five hums, fingers twisted into her fur. “Five more years and then we’ll have officially been here longer than we were there.” 

“Doesn’t matter how long it takes us.” Pancha says, squeezing her paws around his shoulders in warning, “We’re going to get back to them.”

Neither of them are sure they really believe it anymore, but oh how they want to.

They let the silence sit for a while between them before Five speaks up with a snort, “Not this one then?”

The question is almost an old joke at this point. Thirteen was a late bloomer. Sixteen was maybe-we-should-get-you-checked-out territory. Twenty-one was practically unheard of.

Pancha gives him a punishing lick with her sandpaper tongue over his forehead, making Five squawk with outrage. “Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to, idiot.”

“You know, calling me an idiot is really only calling yourself an idiot.” Five bites back, but they both know he’s not really offended. If he was, he wouldn’t still be cuddled into Pancha’s fur. Even their arguments are performative these days. 

“I can call you scruffy without offending myself, I suppose.” Pancha says dryly, “What is wrong with your face.”

“If you can find a good razor kit in the apocalypse then be my guest.” Five says grumpily, but he ruins it by nuzzling his face into Pancha’s chest fur making her huff with laughter.

Pancha squishes him closer, mindful of her big paws and powerful muscles. But even in this form - her hip bones are too prominent and her ribs can easily be felt through her fur. They’ll go out scavenging again tomorrow, but for tonight they can just… lay here. Bask in one another’s company. 

“Stop thinking so much.” Five draws his head back a little to sleepily scold his daemon, “You’re going to keep us both up.”

“Shut up then.” Pancha shoots back.

“Night, Pancha.” Five’s words are muffled against her fur, but she hears him loud and clear.

“Night, Five.” Pancha says softly.

---

Pancha hops tentatively through the first snow of the season, her white fur blending in well. “Five,” She says, not sure how she’s planning on following up.

“I know.” Five says quietly, reaching down to pick her up. She rubs her face under his chin comfortingly, feeling the scratch of his beard across her fur. “Happy birthday to us, I guess.”

“Twenty-six.” Pancha whispers.

“It was - it was 2019, right?” Five asks suddenly, “When the apocalypse happened?”

“April 1st, 2019.” Pancha confirms solemnly.

Five hums. “They’d have been, what, thirty?”

“It was still April.” Pancha corrects, shaking her head gently, “Our birthday is in October. They’d have still been twenty-nine.”

Five is very quiet for a long time, and Pancha keeps her own silence as they trudge through the wasteland. They’ve been doing a little better food-wise recently. They’ve discovered that while Five doesn’t get much out of Pancha eating, they get something out of it. She’s taken to wearing herbivorous forms and munching on grass and other plantlife where she can. The coming winter may make that trickier, though.

“If we go back before we hit thirty, we’d be about the same age.” Five says finally.

Pancha hums in agreement.

“But - ” Five hesitates, “We have to go back to, to before Ben dies, right?”

“They were what, sixteen?” Pancha taps at Five’s chest in a request to be put down, which he readily complies with. “Maybe we could get them out. Be the responsible adult.”

Five snorts, “Adopt our siblings?”

Pancha grins, “Hey, don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy the hell out of bossing Luther and Andromeda around.”

“We’ll see who’s the kid then.” Five chuckles before they both fall silent.

After all, Luther’s entire thing about Five being a brat was because - well. Pancha silently shifts into a husky with thick fur, coming over to nudge at Five’s leg as they walk side by side.

“We never really talked about what we’d do about - about me once we get back.” Pancha says carefully, warily.

They don’t need to change like they used to. Don’t shift between forms with the blink of an eye. They’re more solid now, Pancha tends to take a form for hours or entire days now unless she finds another form more useful to their current situation.

But they aren’t settled.

Five offers her a strained smile, “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Maybe if we get back, it’ll fix us.” Pancha offers, but her voice is soft and a little bit wistful. She doesn’t believe what she’s saying any more than Five does. They already travelled down that road before, and look where it got them.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” Five repeats firmly, before his face softens a little bit, “Happy birthday, Pancha.”

“Happy birthday, Five.”

---

“Do you remember how old we are now?” Five whispers, his hair and his beard have gotten streaked with grey. Pancha’s not exactly a spring chicken herself anymore, allowing Five to card his fingers through the feathers in her wing and straighten them out.

“Too old.” Pancha complains, “What’s the point in keeping track anyway? It’s not like we know what day it is.”

“We should probably keep track in general.” Five sounds amused, “Gotta remember how far to go back after all.”

“Fuck it.” Pancha declares, nipping at Five’s fingers when he’s a tad rough with a tender spot, “Just overshoot. Either we’ll pop out when the family are babies, and we can just steal everyone, or we don’t and bam we’re right on track.”

“You’re suddenly finding a motherly bone in your body, somewhere?” Five removes his hands from her wings to brush them off on his pants. Pancha gives them an experimental flap or two. “I, for one, could not be paid enough to deal with a baby Diego. Can you imagine?”

“He’d have fantastic aim when he’d throw his toys at you.” Pancha snickers.

“Can you imagine baby Allison?” Five demands, and they look at each other for a heartbeat before they both break down into laughter.

“Oh my god,” Pancha gasps, burying her face into her own wing, “Can you imagine what she’d rumor? Everyday would be Disney world day and she would be the prettiest princess of all.”

“Ruling the world with an iron fist and a sparkly tiara.” Five manages to get out, his own face buried in his hands as he wheezes.

“Klaus would be right next to her, tiara and all.”

“Fuck you’re right.” Five laughs, a deep belly laugh they neither of them hear very much these days, “There would be so much glitter.”

That statement makes Pancha dissolve into giggles again where she was just getting control of herself. 

“If we ever get back, I’m going to buy both of them the sparkliest tiaras available. No, wait. Gonna buy the whole family a bunch of those little kid birthday tiaras, and never explain why.” Five declares, grinning, “They’d be so confused.”

“When.” Pancha corrects, and the mood suddenly turns serious. “When we get back.”

Five doesn’t apologize, doesn’t sputter or claim it was just an error of speech. He just inclines his head a little bit and says, “Right. When we get back.”

---

They’re old and broken and creaky and tired when their endless days of bouncing math off of each other and testing at the boundary of the blue that stays frustratingly solid to them changes.

Five’s hair is entirely grey now, and his beard is long and scraggly where he hasn’t taken a knife to it in a while. 

Pancha is a european hare and she’s the one that first senses danger.

The thing about living in the apocalypse, is that it’s quiet. There’s no hum of electric lights. There’s no brawls between stray cats or dogs. There’s no squirrels or rats or mice scurrying around. 

So when Pancha’s sensitive ears pick up the sound of footsteps she feels such an intense sense of - of something that it makes Five drop his chalk and swing around to look at her with alarm.

She’s glad her form today is swift, because she’s across their little ‘camp’ in seconds and in his arms, clawing her way up to his shoulder to press her mouth to his ear, “There’s something out there.” She whispers, somehow terrified and she doesn’t know why.

To his credit, Five doesn’t even hesitate despite the impossibility of her words. He scoops her under one arm and turns and picks up the gun (they don’t talk about why they have a gun) with the other. He turns around and points it at - 

A woman. They both freeze like deer in headlights.

“Hello!” The woman calls, picking her way down the debris in high heeled shoes.

“Five.” Pancha swallows, making her human look at her, “Five, where’s her daemon.”

Five’s head whips back around, and they both stare. It’s entirely possible that the woman’s daemon is just small, just out of sight and out of mind. It’s even possible that she’s a witch, and her daemon is off gallivanting about.

But Pancha can feel a scream trapped behind her teeth, feel her ears go back as she fights the urge to run run run away from this terrifying woman who tastes of empty empty empty. Something is wrong. 

She can see the way Five’s fingers tremble as the sense of wrong wrong wrong reverberates through their bond. 

“Who the hell are you!” Five snarls out, and Pancha takes the opportunity to squirm and wriggle so that she’s balanced precariously on Five’s shoulder, freeing up his other hand to steady the gun.

“I’m here to help.” The woman says brightly, still picking her way towards them.

“Five.” Pancha whimpers, and as she feels her paws tremble she watches his hands go still and steady.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t just put a bullet through your head right now.” Five raises the gun further, but the woman doesn’t even hesitate. 

“Because,” The woman says, smiling a carefree smile as she adjusts her hat and pulls her sunglasses from her face. “Then you wouldn’t hear the offer I’m about to make you.”

Five and Pancha are more tense than they’ve ever been before in their lives, and considering some of their childhood missions - that’s saying a lot.

“Which would be rather tragic given your…” The woman looks around and even though she doesn’t look disgusted the implication is there anyway which makes them both bristle, “...Current circumstances. I work for an organization called the Commission. We are tasked with the preservation of the time continuum through manipulation and removals. 

“Why are you telling us this.” Five manages to grit out, never letting his gun drop.

The woman just looks at him like he’s a child and she’s disappointed he asked such an obvious question.

“I’ve come to offer you a job, Number Five.” She says simply. 

They don’t miss the way she only offered the job to him, not to Pancha. 

There’s a lot after that. The woman explains that she wants to hire him - them - to, to eliminate threats to time caused by humanity’s free will. She tells him that her organization has had their eye on him. That he has potential. That Five can retire with a pension plan for the low low price of his soul.

Well, he’s paraphrasing. 

She at least allows him a moment of privacy to discuss things with his daemon, telling him that she will be back in an hour to pick him up and that he should take the time to gather what possessions he wishes to take with him. She seems awfully confident he will take her deal.

“She doesn’t have a daemon.” Pancha shudders against him, “She’s so empty inside. She scares me, Five.”

“I know.” Five says, smoothing his hands over her fur comfortingly, “But - Pan, the chance to get out. If they know how to properly time travel - ”

“Then we can finally get out of here.” Pancha says softly, longingly. “It’s been so long, Five.”

“I know.” He whispers. 

“She wants us to kill for her.” Pancha tells him, “Removing the problems - she just wants us to become an assassin. She wants us to be a weapon.”

“Would we kill to get our siblings back?” Five asks, but it’s a rhetorical question. They both know that they’d probably let the world burn all over again if only it meant saving the people most important to them. 

“We’d have food.” Pancha offers finally, “If it’s a job, we’ll have money. No more scavenging. We could focus more time on, on - you know.”

Five nods solemnly, “So, do we take the job?”

A shudder ripples through Pancha’s body, “What about me, Five?”

“What about you?” Five asks, brow furrowing.

“I’m not normal.” Pancha states tightly, watching Five’s face light up in comprehension. It’s been a long time since they discussed Pancha’s ability to shift. After so many years, it almost seems normal. “She’s already seen me as a hare. So do I just - pretend to be a hare?”

Five bites his lip, “Just until we figure out how to get back.”

They both know that’s not a real answer. They both have no idea what they’re going to do when they show up, old and decrepit and still unsettled. 

“She can’t know.” Five says, because at least that much is certain. “She doesn’t have a daemon. She can’t know.”

Pancha sighs, but they both already know what their choice is going to be. “Okay. Okay let’s become assassins.”

---

They’re in a hotel room, and Pancha shifts a few times just to prove she can. She likes being a hare, but sometimes it just gets itchy. Wrong. Sometimes she needs wings, or fangs, or something. 

She feels like she needs fangs a lot around the Handler. Or like she needs to be something small, like a mouse and curl up in Five’s pockets again to hide away. Usually she just hides behind Five and lets him deal with the woman, which is perhaps unfair of her but Five hasn’t protested yet.

(Actually, Pancha doesn’t speak to anybody. Not after the doctor and his capuchin daemon looked entirely scandalized when she addressed him instead of his daemon. Apparently missing out on socialization for an estimated forty-five years led to… some not so great manners.)

Five methodically cleans his gun as Pancha shifts from a lion to a gazelle to a pallas cat and back into a hare to jump onto the bed with him. 

“Today?” She asks him.

He looks up at her and frowns, his hands pausing.

“Something feels different. More right.”

Five tilts his head a little bit in though and then nods. He’s been quiet, since they got back. When they’re alone together at least. The opposite of Pancha. Sometimes she wonders if they’re just switching off, the way they do when it comes to shows of emotion sometimes. 

Pancha crawls into his lap, nudging at his hands until they put the gun aside and bury themselves in her fur. 

“We’re going to save the world, Five.” She says, projecting as much confidence as she can into her voice, as much confidence as she can into him. “We’re going to save them all.”

Five’s hands tremble in her fur, and they both politely pretend that they don’t.

“You aren’t going to do this alone, because you have me. We’re a team.” She cranes her head back so she can offer him a smile, “Team Adaptable, right?”

“Right.” Five rasps out, touching the silver patches in her fur. 

And then they get up, and move out. They’re on a mission now.

#daemon au #yeAH #long post #far tua long #i started writing it and then got super busy oops #but this probably would have been the first chapter #just establishing five and pancha as the main characters #and their whole relationship #and what it means that pancha is unsettled and why she hides it #there's a level of shame involved in a world that treats settled as matured #i'm 100% sure there are parties thrown when a kids daemon settles #like it's a BIG deal in this au #and they don't want to settle because they're so adaptable #but they also desperately want to fit in rip #the handler does not have a daemon and pancha is terrified of her #dolores is not super necessary in this au bc they have each other #i only have like six and a half more google doc pages written tbh #and they're not great bc writing the coming back was awkward #me: i struggle with juggling a lot of characters in a scene #daemon au: oh? double the amount of characters you said? #Anonymous

[vibraniumwing]

Hi babe 🌄 could you make me some cute, soft and cuddly head cannons for George but can u make a few about how George would act if his s/o had a hamster and cute things he and his s/o would do with their hamster ( the hamsters name is Ryah)

hello bby !! yes ofc !!

🌄 - for a soft, cuddly headcanon!

mmkay so knowing george grew up around a pet rat

i think he would be more than excited to see another rodent other than a rat

im sorry i just hate rats terribly 

anyways

i envision him so curious about the little critter the day you told him about your pet”

“you have a pet hamster? what’s the name? wait what is a hamster?”

then you spent pretty much the whole day telling him the story of how you adopted the small rodent 

and safe to say he was more than excited to see the your pet

the day you took him home to see the small animal was probably the best decision you have made in your relationship so far

imagine this 

a tall, ginger wizard sat by the corner of your room, fascinated at the sight of your hamster who was running around in its cage

“her names ryah” you quipped, squeezing in to sit on his lap as you watched it run in its hamster wheel 

he was s o l d

there are days where george would take out the hamster and let the animal nestle in his hands. cradling it gently as he watched it sleep 

“hey babe where-” “shh! ryah’s sleeping!”

there are other days where you would let ryah out into the make-shift open cage you have and he would be there, watching over her

he would look into how to care for hamsters and buy toys are that safe for the pet

doting hamster dad right there im telling you

you absolutely adored him for it, his child-like wonder making your heart soar

“georgie, i’m starting to think you love ryah more than me”

“...maybe”

#vea hits 1k #george weasley headcanons