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ninjayuri · 2 years

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celesgiri headcanons

this is fully self indulgent

tea dates!!! whether they go out to cafes or just brew some at home, they like having tea dates :)) they prefer quieter cafes when they do go out though

kyoko likes coffee too, so celeste learned how to make her coffee and kyoko makes awesome royal milk tea

celeste LOVES dressing kyoko up. her detective gf is so pretty and she wants to get her pretty dresses to show that

also celeste just. really likes running her hands through kyoko's hair?? likes it's really soft and stuff and hfhdgj

kyoko probably overworks a lot and celeste needs her beauty sleep. that being said, celestia will make kyoko tea and stuff and remind her to rest a lot. to make up for the allnighters, celeste takes a lot of like small naps so she invites kyoko to come too

celeste can get VERY jealous and overprotective lmao. kyoko also does get jealous just less,,,loudly so

they like to hold hands hfhjskg

kyoko loves her goth gf

they're both kinda bad with emotions so it takes them a while to like. confess. they both KNOW they fancy each other though, there's no confusion. it's just,,,kyoko tends to not Really Say Much At All and celestia hides it behind half lies and offhand compliments

celeste uses pet names like dear, darling, old fashioned stuff like that, and also a lot of like. princess and things

kyoko though doesn't use tooo many petnames, more so nicknames and stuff.

kyoko is definitely a cat person so she and grand bois chéri ludenberg get along very well

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id like to think im smart

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new rb/ask game what would your objection bubble be if you were in ace attorney

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expose yourself by listing which ace attorney singular case side characters are your favourites, ill go first

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ace attorney??? more like really fucking gay attornies who are SO THICKHEADED i am going to kill them

why couldnt this just be a fandom thing like i thought it was before i played. why cant they just make these canon. why must we suffer so

i dont even want them to be canon cuz yknow normal reasons, i just want the fu kdingnf PINING TO STOP cuz its SO MUCH WORSE EVERY TIME

wrightworth? killed me. not bc of their cuteness or normal ship reasons, nooo instead you change your entire major for a guy you knew for 4 months when you were 9 and book a private jet cuz you thought the guy was dying and gain unnecessary feelings and have that man shine brilliantly in your eyes and share a deep dark secret with the exact same girl who just confessed her love to a guy and being great partners and trusting in each other to find the truth and enjoy biting into apples because theyre red and

klapollo? dont even get me started. once again, not because of normal ship reasons, but because they make me so infuriatingly mad. but yknow being used to getting inspected by the ladies but feeling that way for the first time with a man and calling each other cool while blushing and treating your guitars like lovers instead of smashing them on stage and singing a song about your boyfriend being the prosecutions witness and taking care your heart isnt stolen away and wiping pretty smiles off your opponents face and pulling the darkness out of him and being dazzled and literally asking him out to dinner is all normal and straight dude stuff

lanamia? girlfriends? really? i cant believe you thought that going to law school together and being both a detective and prosecution at the same time she was a defense attorney and being close enough to her you had to push her away and break contact when you got involved with a murder and dying at the hands of the man that blackmailed her and her being the first person you tried to contact when you were in trouble and being attracted to her (intellectually) could possibly mean anything not straight at all.

franmaya?? wtf are you on about??? wdym you saw acts of lesbianisms when two women admire each others strengths for being so strong in her own way in the exact same situation as herself and when theyre narrative foils and when one of them avoids whipping the other despite not doing this for pretty much anyone else and when she spends all night on a freezing cold mountain doing something extremely difficult to make sure the other is okay and out as soon as possible?

faraskye? HA dont make me laugh. why are you even telling me about how theyre literally a detective and thief which fits the trope perfectly and about how they investigate together and about how they worry about each other and how they both have big dreams about their careers in the future which theyre super passionate about and have entirely planned until something comes in their way?? this is all heterosexual behaviour???

blackmadhi? you mean having opposite designs that are black + edgy and white + holy while having the complete opposite personalities to their outfits and calling each other sad monk and reverse panda while fiercely going off against each other because neither of them can bear to lose and putting up facades to keep others away from their true selves but still caring about their younger siblings and doing anything for their sakes? yeah i dont see it.

junithena? youve got to be kidding. playing together in the woods as children and growing up to still remember each other even when others dont approve and being determined to help her find her true self and being worried that shes anxious while remembering what happens when she does even though its been years and getting mad at anyone who bothers her and sobbing because she gave you an orange and promising to defend her no matter what and taking a risk so that she doesnt get in trouble in court and calling each other nicknames and getting jealous that two people are fighting over her love while calling her a bunch of compliments and being supportive but sad when she gets a crush on a guy for some weird forking reason doesnt mean anything at all.

asoryuu????? whaaaat??? cant believe you ever thought that being certified besties and taking a huge risk so that said bestie wouldnt lose their dream and calling each others partners like every line and that thinking hes the pride and joy of your university and not sleeping in the same bed so you can go into the closet and teasing each other while still showing your unbreakable bond is homosexual activity.

tldr: theyre straight /s and i hate them

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the chocolate war

aka race is hella dramatic and spot wants death

ship: sprace

warnings: none, cept for milk choc being stanned

editing: i skimmed it

word count: 1195

From Race: we need to talk when you get home.

Spot frowned down at the text, anxiety pooling inadvertently in his gut. He rifled through his mind, trying to recall anything he might have done to anger Race, but nothing came to mind. Sure, he’d forgotten to do the dishes last night, but he had been really tired. Besides, Race knew he had a big case meeting today, so he’d figured he’d be sympathetic towards his reasoning.

To Race: if it’s ab the dishes, im sorry. ill do them the next two times

He bit his lip as the text bubble appeared and disappeared a few times. Whatever was bothering Race was clearly eating at him.

From Race: it’s not ab the dishes. we’ll discuss later.

A nervous lump formed in Spot’s throat and he typed out a response with trembling hands. This exchange was every bit as vague and scary as a breakup conversation. Did Race want to break up? What had he done?

To Race: okay

He waited for another minute to see if Race would follow up, but he’d left him on read. Taking a breath to compose himself, Spot pocketed his phone and turned back to his desk. No matter what was happening with Race, he needed to get work done. Especially if he’d inevitably have to move out after breaking up.

XXX

By the time he got back to the apartment, Spot’s heart was hammering painfully in his chest. He hesitated with his key in the lock. Part of him didn’t want to go in. He was too afraid of what he may face. Throughout the day, he’d utterly convinced himself that he’d done something major to fuck things up and the end of their relationship seemed imminent at this point. But that didn’t mean he’d come to terms with it. He wasn’t ready for things to end.

Before he could chicken out, he unlocked the door, reminding himself to breathe as he entered. Race was sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. His arms were crossed and vague disgust was written across his face. He looked up at Spot, scowl growing as he walked over.

“Explain that,” He pointed to the coffee table and Spot followed his finger to where a package of Hershey’s dark chocolate lay, perfectly unopened on top of a magazine.

He blinked, dumbfounded, “Race, what-”

“Lemme set the scene,” Race spat, cutting him off, “There I was, craving something sweet on this fine Tuesday morning, but I didn’t want to go out of the house to get anything. So, I went to our lovely pantry and was delighted to find that we had chocolate! It seemed too good to be true,” he paused, closing his eyes in anguish, “And it was. Because, you see, as I was about to unwrap the glorious treat, my eye caught something on the label!” He held a hand over his heart and fixed Spot with a betrayed look, “It was dark chocolate,” he finished, his voice dangerously low.

Spot stared at him for a moment, confusion and relief spreading through his chest, “So...you’re not breaking up with me?”

Race grimaced, “I might have to unless you tell me that you weren’t the one who bought the dark chocolate.”

Spot scoffed, leaning down to pick up the chocolate bar, “What’s wrong with dark chocolate? It’s better than that milk chocolate shit.”

Race let out an offended squawk, “better than milk- Sean Conlon what kind of bullshit are you on?”

Spot shrugged, unwrapping the bar and popping a piece in his mouth, “Milk is too sweet. Dark is pleasant.”

“Dark tastes like dirt and sadness!” Race yelped, wrinkling his nose and backing away when Spot held out the chocolate bar in a silent offer, “No, get that shit away from me.”

Spot rolled his eyes, sitting next to Race on the couch and biting off another piece of chocolate, “What’s your deal, anyway? I’m not forcing you to eat the damn chocolate or anything. More for me if you don’t like it.”

“My deal is,” Race hissed, poking Spot in the side with his foot, “I’m dating a dark chocolate stan and that goes against every single one of my morals.”

“Dark chocolate is good, though!” Spot countered.

“No, it’s not!” Race sat up, waving his hands wildly, “Dark is shit! You’re eating literal dirt!”

Spot eyed him, mildly amused, “God, you’re dramatic.”

Race huffed, standing, “Sleep on the couch tonight, stronzo.”

XXX

“Spot likes what!?”

Spot resisted the urge to slam his head against the wall behind him as Jack’s loud voice carried across the table. Their group was gathered at Jacobi’s, having decided to meet there during their various lunch breaks, but Spot was regretting coming now. He should have known Race was still hung up on his affinity for dark chocolate.

“It’s true,” Race said solemnly, “He actually likes dark chocolate.”

Jack gawked at Spot, “I feel like I don’t know you anymore,” he muttered, “my own brother.”

“God does milk chocolate have like some drama queen chemical in it?” Spot asked, picking up his glass and taking a long sip from his Coke, not once shifting his gaze from Jack’s exaggeratedly offended one, “I mean, it would make sense since you and Race both like it so much.”

Race shook his head, “Ah, it all makes sense now.”

Jack looked over at him, cocking his head, “What does?”

“Spot likes dark chocolate ‘cause it’s bitter,” Race stated, matter-of-factly.

When he was still met with blank stares, he sighed, “Spot is bitter and dark chocolate is bitter. They’re one in the same!”

“I’m going to break up with you,” Spot deadpanned.

“Not if I do it first,” Race retorted.

“I dunno,” Davey piped up from where he sat next to Katherine, “Dark chocolate is pretty good and it has a lot of health benefits.”

“Yeah, agreed,” Katherine added, “It’s really good for your heart- I wrote a whole blog article on it.”

Race’s eyes travelled around the table, completely bewildered, “I can’t believe this.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with Race and Jack,” Crutchie said, “Milk chocolate is infinitely superior to dark chocolate.”

“Untrue, dark chocolate’s better,” Spot said, firmly.

“Nope, milk chocolate,” Jack shot back.

“Yeah,” Race lifted his chin defiantly, “Milk chocolate for the win.”

“Dark!” Davey exclaimed, “Dark is better.”

“Milk!” Crutchie said, leaning across the table and flicking Davey on the ear, “You’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“No, Davey’s right and I’m going to go down with this fight.”

“Thank you, Spot.”

“You know,” All their heads turned when Albert spoke, “White chocolate is pretty bomb.”

No one spoke a word for a moment, then Race stood up slowly and walked to Albert’s chair. He waited for a moment, maintaining murderous eye contact with Albert before rearing his fist back and punching him square in the nose. Albert let out a pained shout, the force of the punch sending his chair backwards and he fell to the ground, sprawling out unceremoniously.

“Asshole!” He yelled, gingerly holding his nose, “What was that for!?”

Race shrugged, “White chocolate is invalid.”

dark choc is good

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psyched2b · 5 years

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6, 17, 12 with Bucky? And can you make it angst that turns out fluffy?

Yo, here ya go!

A/N: SO so sorry that it’s taking me forever to get these done. I have 3 papers due Next WEEK and had to get them done prior to the weekend (because I like to pretend I have a life outside of school and work).

Just a friendly reminder that the Dallas Birthday Celebration/300 follower Celebration is still going on! (I would like the masterpost, but Tumblr scares me so I’m avoiding links until I hear it’s safe…is it safe yet? haha.)

Anywho, huge shoutout to @mermaidxatxheart for her support in this. I would have never posted this had it not been for her….but that’s just me. (I blame my new medication…..anyone else fucking struggle with mental health? like…fuck..)

Welp, enough about me, HERE YOU GO!

PART TWO

6. You’re Satan.12. Tell me you need me.17. I’d rather die than do that.

People would often describe you as fearless. There wasn’t much that could strike fear into your heart or shake you to the core.

There was really only one thing.

“We need to train,” Bucky deadpans, giving you a look that lets you know you weren’t going to be able to talk your way out of it.

“Lead the way, sensei.”

You followed the buff super soldier blindly, not paying attention to the route he was taking you.

It wasn’t until the smell of chemicals filled your nose that you realized where he was taking you.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not, James!” You cry, digging your fingers into the cool metal of the door frame leading to the cursed room. “I swear to all that’s holy, I will cut your fucking balls off and shove them back up your ass if you make me do this! No! NOT TODAY, SATAN!”

You could feel your heart pounding harshly against your ribs. So hard, you swore they were going to bruise.

“It’s high time you got over this fear of your, Y/N,” Bucky told you, wrapping his flesh hands around your wrist, trying to encourage you to let go of the doorway. “And that’s exactly what we are going to do.”

A wave a nausea passes over you, the chemical smell suffocating. A cold sweat brakes out over your body. But you were adamant that you weren’t going in.  

You tuck your chin into your chest, eyes squeezed tight and shake your head. “No!”

You could feel your grip start to slip and you try to hold on tighter, pleading to whatever force in the universe that was listening, ‘don’t let this be my demise!’

The ever vigilant Winter Soldier noticed your failing grip. He didn’t bother trying to hide his amusement. “Well, you don’t get a vote.” His warm hand inched its way from your wrist to your fingers and one by one, he picked them from the door.

With a final tug, your grip is released and you immediately go to claw at his arms, not caring that your nails would leave indents on the flesh. “Don’t do this to me,” you plead, digging your heels into the ground. It was a fruitless endeavor as soon as Bucky picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Nausea rolls through your stomach again and you pray you don’t vomit on the man…as much as he deserves it. “I would ra-rather d-die than g-go in ther-re,” you pant.

Every step closer makes the room feel tighter.

Was this a vacuum? Where was the air going?

Bucky passes through the last set of door and you know this is the end.

“Y/N. I need you to breathe.”

He sets you back down on your feet, keeping both hands strongly on your shoulder. A silent reminder that he was in control.

“I know you don’t want to do this, but I need you to. I lose sleep every time you are on a mission because what if- what if you fell into water? What would happen then? You would seize up and sink to the bottom and die. And I would die with you.” His voice broke off with a crack. You look up and to see watery steel blue eyes watching you, pleading you. “I can’t lose you.”

Your heart aches. You want so badly to do this for him.

But the fear was greater.  

“I-I can’t,” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to find comfort. “I can’t.” You close your eyes and try to find your happy place.

You ignore the way his hands tighten their hold on you.

“It’s either learn or you will die.”

You didn’t care the finality of that statement.

“Good. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with your bullying guilt trips,” you quietly simper. You take a deep breath before speaking again-

Only to find yourself airborne for a half second before crashing into the pool behind you.

Your body hits the warm water and you can feel your muscles seizing up, tense and unmoving. Your eyes never close, the chlorine burning as you watch the million tiny bubbles surround you. You swear that your heart has come to a stop. The moment drags on and on and on…

Before you have the need to breathe.

But you can’t breathe water.

That’s how you die.

And not today, Satan.

You break through the fear and break free over the surface, gulping lung fulls of air.

You don’t notice how you are treading in the water, not faltering in your moves.

Once your brain is satisfied that it has enough oxygen to work, it registers where you are once again.

But there’s no time to panic.

Breathe in for five.

Exhale for five.

Breathe in for six.

Exhale for six.

And the world continues.

You’re not dying. Drowning. Suffocating.

You are alive.

“Well, would you look at that.”

You spin around in the water and glare at an amused Bucky. “What the fuck was that?”

He’s crouching down by the side pool, elbows resting on his cargo covered knees. You idly wonder if he has rocks in those pockets of his.

He flashes you his “killer’ smile, the one that usually make you go weak at the knees. Usually. “You can swim! I thought for a moment there that I was going to have to go in to get you.”

You bite your tongue and swim over to the side of the pool before holding your hand out to him. “Help me out.”

“Aw, now you need me?” he teases, easily grasping your hand, bracing himself to lift you out of the water. “See, I knew it was just ‘Mind over matter’. Hey, do you think we can go to Jamaica for our vow re-“ He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence-

Because you pull him over your head and into the water behind you.

He reacts much quicker than you, breaking the surface just a second later, spitting water as he does. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”

You’re already out of the pool, sitting just where he was crouched a moment ago and you simper, “Damn. No rocks after all.” You roll your eyes. “Guess I’ll just have to settle for you sleeping on the couch for the next foreseeable future.”

Bucky pulls himself up next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “Sure babe, whatever you say. But seriously. Jamaica? Mexico? Bora Bora??”

“I’m cold.” You lock your arms around his neck, tucking your head under his chin. “Take me to our room.”

The asshole has the audacity to chuckle beneath you. “Woah, babe. How do you go from wanting me dead to sex? I mean-not that I’m complain-“

You sharply tug his hair. “Shut up. I need dry clothes since you decided to yeet me into the pool, ya fuckin’ fool.”

“Screw Bora Bora,” you shout, turning your tablet in your hands and shoving the brings screen into your husbands face. “Let’s go to Australia!!!!”

Bucky gives you a bemused grin before taking the tablet from your hands, scrolling through the pictures.

“Is it because of the manta rays?”

You pout. “And the kangaroos…and koalas….that live in a constant state of being high…..and are like miniature bears. And fluff.”

Your husband just shakes his head and smiles. “Of course, doll.”

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