#this is actually just an excuse to rotate my guys in my mind

[stardustdiiving]

What popular familial headcanons do you not like? If you're willing to share, of course

This post was specifically about parent / child interpretations of Zhongli & Xiao and Nahida & Wanderer ! which r my favorite genshin character dynamics and also involve my two category 5 genshin blorbos . Like obvious disclaimer I don’t have a problem with people liking said hcs but I have kind of a bad grudge against both bc I’m a bit polarized out of people just Really Really insisting on them whenever I talk / make fanworks about the characters ☹️ along with just really not liking the characterizations attached to both dynamics esp in how they handle Xiao & Nahida

Elaborating on both for fun & how I like to characterize them under the cut

I like Zhongli & Xiao as a form of character study where you kind of lean into the god/follower power dynamic and the way Xiao’s idea of duty/devotion blends with his internalized dehumanization. The idea is Xiao gives Zhongli a lot of power over him bc he wants to be devoted to Zhongli as a weapon more than a person while Zhongli is, used to being in a position of power but trying to navigate around this bc he wants Xiao to learn to exist outside suffering

Its not a very actively destructive dynamic for either of them but it’s kind of challenging Xiao’s dehumanization of himself and willingness to die/suffer for Zhongli out of a deeply engrained loyalty and devotion to him. I like zhongxiao (their ship) in the sense I think it can be fun to throw in very unbalanced complicated romantic feelings into this for added drama/ambiguity because I had my brain chemistry rewired by Pearl & Rose from Steven Universe when I was 11. I was so captivated by the idea of Pearl having such an intimate and tragic and self destructive devotion towards another woman it single handedly made me comphrend the fact I could gay

I’m just really not into the father/son portrayal bc I feel it’s just really awkward and weird to do any of the complicated emotional introspection or w/e I’m interested in doing w the dynamic through that lens. Also there’s only so many times u can draw zhongxiao and have people insist on interpreting it as father/son (?????? Soemtimes even while acknowledging i specific my work as romantic omg) before you just get kind of uncomfortable with it….im not a fan of the characterizations either…I feel ppl infantilize xiao a lot and EURFH idk it just makes me uncomfortable to think about bc of how I view the characters personally yk

Nahida & Wanderer I do enjoy exclusively platonically / even as found family, but I am a rare case of being a Nahida fan over a Scaramouche fan so it doesn’t do much for me when Nahida is reduced to being his mom/therapist/etc especially when a big reason I love hat radish is the way both characters compliment each other and make the dynamic a fun ground for mutual character study

I specifically don’t like her as a maternal figure because well. Nahida is a 500 year old child and I think this is important to her character & how she furthers the themes of Sumeru. The entire reason she’s neglected her entire life is bc she’s a child and the sages disregard the idea a child has any “useful” wisdom to offer them and feel emboldened to mistreat her because of that. Its that kind of mindset that we’re in conflict with throughout Sumeru. To have the Archon be a child who is still really smart and full of wisdom is like. Thematically sound to the story when the message is essentially don’t use wisdom/knowledge as a way to disregard people and seek only power/control. Its that exact mindset that Scaramouche, as an antagonist, is the cumulation of in the AQ

So to have him come to respect Nahida and listen to her is really sweet, and I think it’s additionally sweet when you lean into this kinda duality of Nahida being really wise and in a position of authority but also a kid, and Wanderer 100% rolls with it. (Especially given the fact Wanderer is established to have a soft spot for kids, I like imagining Nahida’s more childish qualities put him at ease and r something he actively likes about her—which is sweet when it’s her childishness that she was disregarded for yk) I think ppl struggle to grapple with that kind of contradiction of Nahida being a child on some level but not the same as an average human child, which is a shame bc that’s something I like seeing interpretations on

So with all of this in mind if I am viewing a character as a child where a big part of her character is it was wrong to disregard her as a God of Wisdom bc she’s a child, I don’t exactly find it really appealing or cute to have her dynamic with a character who is absolutely treated like an adult man in the writing be her parenting him and tending to all of his emotional angst 😵‍💫 the way it’s done esp with Scara being likened to an immature edgy teenager son here (which is kinda ooc to me) while ppl insist on Nahida being the mom feels very. Well. I am not really a fan of the idea of a female character being reduced to the mom friend and people being more willing to view a fictional adult male character as a “teenager” than the girl who again I feel is on a certain level written as a child? I and unfortunately it makes up maybe 70% of Nahida showing up in fanon NSJNDJCKDNND

#fern.txt #fandomferns #this is actually just an excuse to rotate my guys in my mind

[patdkoala]

New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x Female Reader

Warnings: None This is Pure Fluff

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART TWO I kinda want a part two

I just moved into my new apartment complex. It's nice. Clean. Quiet. And it's mostly filled with actors and actresses so the people that live here are rarely home anyway.

I'm a writer. So, I'm always home.

I sit in my apartment, turn on my ambiance lamp, have my record player on a constant rotation of my favorite tunes, and then have my cup of tea.

I will sit there and write for hours on end. If all goes well, I will have written a page and a half during those hours.

I never said I was a good writer. I'm speaking from experience.

One day I was getting home late. (I was sitting at Mcdonald's for two hours just reordering a large fry with a large Dr. Pepper.) I had just stepped out of the elevator and I heard the apartment door next to mine open and then close.

My neighbor was finally home.

For as long as I'd lived here, they had never been home. I've lived here for two years.

I set my giant Dr. Pepper cup on the counter along with my keys and wallet. I turned on my lamp and record player.

I turned it up on full volume like I have been doing for the past two years. I sat down at my desk and started to write about the people I was staring at in McDonald's. Then I heard three knocks at my door.

Quite loudly too if I must say.

"Jeez, I'll be right there!" I yelled as I ran over to the door to answer it.

I opened the door and I shit you not the guy standing there looked like that Billy Dunne fella from that Amazon show I was watching late last night.

"Excuse me, but do you mind turning that down? I'm trying to run lines and we have thin walls," He said as I just stood there and stared at him.

"Are you-" "Yes, I am the man from the tv. Now, do you mind turning that down?" He said in a grumpy old man tone that made me roll my eyes and go to turn it off.

I left the front door open and when I went back over to it, he was gone. So I shut the door and did what any sane person would do, I googled him.

'Main guy from Daisy Jones show'

Sam Claflin. Okay, so I googled something else.

'Sam Claflin movies'

So I watched some.

Okay, I watched all of them. Plus, I finished all of Daisy Jones and started Peaky Blinders.

A few days later, I realized I hadn't written anything for days. I'd been sitting on the couch ordering food to my door and only getting up to use the restroom or answer the door.

I decided to cool it on the Sam Claflin marathon. I got up and took a shower. I then deep-cleaned my whole apartment.

I finally decided to write something. So, I set up my lamp and my record player. I may or may not have forgotten about my neighbor, Sam Claflin.

I started writing and then I heard three distinct knocks at the door. It's funny how I can tell it's his knocks already.

I opened the front door and smiled up at the tall gentleman in front of me. "Hello, Sam Claflin. Would you like for me to turn down the music again?"

"Yes, I- Did you google me?" He asked as I nodded proudly. "I did as a matter of fact. I also watched your whole discography."

"What? No, you didn't. That would have taken you a matter of days."

"I did actually. I'm a big loner with no friends and all I do is spend all day writing in my sad lonely apartment. If I don't go outside for weeks nobody is gonna notice," I said as he just stood there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Did you watch the Hunger Games?"

"Yes."

"Enola Holmes?"

"Yes, of course, my dear Mycroft," I said with a wink.

"Peaky Blinders?"

"Yes, love the stache by the way."

"Thanks. Did you-"

"Yes. I watched everything. Even the bad romance ones and the-"

"You don't like romance movies? What woman doesn't like romance movies?"

"Ones with brains. They are all the same. They all start the same and all end the same."

"Oh, you've had your heart shattered," He said as he crossed his arms.

"What? No. I've never even been in that sick puppy love before. I've only been in serious relationships with serious men. Not dumb pretty boy actors. Also, what's with you dying in all of your films? And do you only star in book renditions?"

"Did you just call me a pretty boy actor?"

"Is the only thing you heard me say?"

He just stood there and smiled at me. His cheesy British pretty boy actor smile. And I mistakenly smiled back.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked as I then crossed my arms to match his energy.

"Okay. But, I don't want to go out."

"Okay. We can eat at my place. I'll pick you up at-"

"I can walk next door by myself. You just have dinner ready by 8."

He nodded and then he walked away from the door. I shut it and went back to writing.

I wrote a couple of pages. Nothing much.

I then started to get ready around 7:30. I wasn't going to put much time or effort into this because I don't see it as a date. I see it as a get-together with my cute neighbor who just so happens to be Sam Claflin.

I walked over to his apartment around 8:15.

I knocked three times.

"You're late," He said as I rolled my eyes and walked into his apartment without any introduction.

"Well, I figured you already don't like me so what's the harm in being a few minutes late."

"How can I not like you when I don't even know your name?"

"(Y/N). There now you have every right not to like me."

"Okay, well, (Y/N). I hope you like chicken."

"What if I was a vegetarian? Would you have something else for me to eat?"

"Are you a vegetarian?"

"No."

"Then we won't have to worry about that now do we?"

I smiled at him and then sat down at the two-seater table in the middle of his dining room. His apartment was a little bigger than mine. I guess that comes with being a big-time Hollywood actor.

He had nice things. A big Tv. A big couch. Probably even had a big bed.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't still have my twin bed from my college apartment.

His plants are fake, though. This means that he likes the ambiance that plants create but he doesn't want the commitment of keeping them alive.

"What are you doing?"

"Scoping out your apartment. Seeing if I'm going to steal it from you or not," I said as he laughed and then sat down in front of me.

He poured us both glasses of wine.

"Is this a date?" I asked as he set the bottle down.

"Do you want it to be?"

"Well, I'm just curious because you asked me out before you even knew my name. So, you are either insane or incredibly horny and will most likely fuck anything that moves," I said matter-of-factly.

"Are you a musician?" He asked obviously trying to change the subject.

"No, why do you ask that?"

"The loud music."

"Those are just some of my favorite bands. They help me write when I can't think of anything."

"Ah, you're a writer. That makes sense," He said as I glared at him from across the table.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you talk a lot and you seem to always be stuck in your own head. I've seen a lot of writers and they all have those tells."

"Okay, so you figured me out. My turn."

I studied him. I've watched all his movies. I know his Star Chart. I know what college he went to. I know when he first started acting. I know what his first movie was. I know who his first girlfriend was and I know to who he lost his virginity. He's another dumb male celebrity that has nothing secret or hidden from the media.

"I've got nothing," I said as I looked into his eyes.

Because that was the truth. I looked into this man's eyes and all I saw were these gorgeous green eyes that were just staring right back at me.

"Well, since you know everything about me do you mind if I ask you something?" He asked as he ate a piece of meat off his fork.

"Go ahead."

"Why did you watch all my movies?"

"Because I wanted to figure you out and I found it interesting that I live next to Sam Claflin the actor."

"Pretty boy actor" He added as if he were correcting me.

"Right. Pretty boy actor." I said as he turned a slight shade of pink.

"Are you usually home alone? Or do you live with someone?"

"Why? Do you want to kill me, Sam Claflin?"

"No. And why do you keep using my full name?"

"Because it's throwing you off."

"Yeah, it is."

We went on to talk about what I like to write. Which is mostly mystery and murder mystery. I stray far away from romance. It's sticky and all the same.

He learned my Star Chart. What college I went to. When I first started writing. The first novel I wrote. Who my first boyfriend was and to whom I lost my virginity.

"I hope to see you again, (Y/N) (L/N)," He said as he leaned against my door frame. (He insisted on walking me to my door)

"Well, if I ever want to see you again I know to just turn my music up too loud," I said as he smiled and then I turned around and shut the door.

I leaned against it and I swear this man stood in front of my closed door for a solid minute before walking away. I wonder if he was hoping I'd open it and let him in.

If we were going to have sex, though, I'd hope it'd be in his bed because mine can barely support my own weight.

#sam claflin #Fluff #Sam Claflin x reader #Friends to lovers #sam claflin imagine

[mamawasatesttube]

HBHBHB is still rotating in my head. Kon trusts Clark! He almost never asks for his help because he's Kon, but when he's truly terrified out of his mind, that's who he calls for! And Superman came! Because if Kon is calling for his help, he'll always come. In fact, he's gonna come as fast as he can physically get there, because Kon never asks for help, so if he's actually calling for him, it must be so so serious. And he's ready to bring down the wrath of god on whoever is scaring his little guy that badly. OUGH!

YEAAA <333 it's about kon's absolute faith in him. the way kon looks up to him so much at the end of "the return of superman" and then all throughout sb94 is just so... 🥺🥺 he's generally very independent and doesn't wanna have to rely on anyone else, but the second he gets pushed over that tipping point, of course he's gonna call clark. who else would save him, if not superman? ♥

and yeah there's a clark pov outtake in my mind where he's sitting there in a meeting with lois and perry when he hears kon start screaming and he just fuckin books it. lois can handle the excuses he's just GONE. nothing to it. his little guy needs him and he is Going.

#answers #the-dracologist #lois and perry are both sitting there like uuhhh..? #and lois is just like. uh. 💡 aw man i *told* him the milk smelled off this morning...! #so clark is hanging out with kon all day and finally kon's like didn't you have to go back to work? 🥺 #and clark is like. haha well normally yes but lois told perry i went home to grapple with explosive diarrhea from food poisoning so i'm goo #and kon's just like. ah. okay. i see. im so sorry for making all of your coworkers think you have diarrhea. #at this point bart just starts cackling

[he-goes-down]

A Guide to playing GnR Mermaids - shit post

(Explaining why we do this so some of you dont look at me weirdly:

My friend and I haven’t seen eachother in years, and before I went away I was also obsessed with gnr and we did this, so it’s really just bringing back nostalgia)

- in the pool(ofc) - 2 people edition

- my storyline change it however you please

Preparation:

- figure out your love interests

- 2 each

- you will be playing each-others love interests

- the member left is the clinically insane one that will make plot points ( will be in-love with both of you to make things interesting)

- aswell as make a phrase that they never stop saying

-( we chose Axl for this one and not sharing our secret phrase 🤫)

- figure out how you’re going to style your hair to show different characters

(if you dont got hair improvise)

-( for this, an example we did:

Axl: use hair as mustache

Slash: flip hair up underwater so you look like George Washington

Duff: hair up at the back, like using a claw clip.

Izzy: hair down to the side like a braid

Steven: hair fully to the side like an emo style )

- next choose your colour tails obv

- next chose your powers, including the guys

-( For this we did:

Axl: Fire

Slash: Nature

Duff: Air

Izzy: Darkness

Steven: Light ) (we actually forgot we did this part)

- lastly choose your spawning point, is it a specific oceanic place in real life, or just a simple lagoon, ect.

-( we chose Cape Town)

Chapters will now be very specific to our story line

Chapter 1:

- You spawn in

- Go to a bar/ club ect.

- make up an excuse to separate

- Whoever’s love interest is Slash, the other person has to now be in character.

- Slash comes to flirt with said person

- add details, like why he’s here, and that he’s in a band ect.

- he gives you his (shellphone) number

- friend comes back, chat about it

- other friend goes to do something

- clinically insane character comes along - say the most outrageous shit - doesnt matter how much you retaliate he keeps coming back

- tries to get your number (you can choose if you give it to him or force him to give to your so you never text him.)

- he leaves somehow

- friend comes back, talk about outrageous man, ect

- just keep rotating through meeting characters and setting up dates for when to meet up.

(- clinically insane bitch likes both of you so have fun with that as you will)

- when the insane one is in scene, maybe ask and point to one of your love interests asking for their numbers and he makes an excuse to why you shouldn’t do that

-(example:

Friend - “ That blonde one over there is in your band, can I have his number?”

Insane - “ uhh he’s actually gonna die tonight cus he got this infectious disease so don’t go near him.”) (sumthing to that extent)

- i don’t remember the rest just have fun and do whatever

- make the insane guy get arrested for funzies (optional)

Chapter 2:

- next day

- find out insane one has escaped jail ( optional ) (ALL ARRESTS ARE OPTIONAL THIS WAS SPECIFIC TO US)

- bump into different characters, all love interests asking to meet at the same time. At their crib

- (example: my interests were Izzy and Duff

- Izzy: “okay 3pm my place”

-*later*

- Duff: “Ive been looking for you, heres chocolate and flowers, wanna come to my place at 3?”

-someone: “thank you, but Izzy already asked me”

- izzy and duff live together

- “nah izzy wont mind.” )

- Insane one shows up running from the police

- him ready looking like he finna kill whoever gave the chocolates, flowers /ect.

- says sum deranged stuff

- (example:

“Insane: “you haven’t texted me yet *looks at you with my crazy eyes*

Someone: “uhh, my dog ate my phone but the cover with my credit card is still intact”

Insane: “oh okay, because I have you as my pfp.”

Someone: “huh?!

Insane: “Yeah it’s your perfect hair, no split end in sight.”

*later*

Someone: “oh my lord he has me as his pfp”

The other one: “ARENT THOSE YOUR BEDSHEETS IN THE BACKROUND???”

*later*

Insane: -to the other person- “I got your toe hairs as my wallpaper bbg” )

- add in more interactions

- we also added the crazy guy getting chased by the police and trying to take shelter in one of yours houses

- do your scheduled timings

- (example: - 3pm rolls around - my story

Someone: *knocks on door*

Duff: “Come in”

Someone: “Thank you, where’s Izzy?”

Duff: “Uh…in his room.”

Someone: “Oh okay”

- then pick a movie or something, (we chose Hamilton)

- do a house tour, his room has photos of you in but you didn’t see

Someone: “Izzy is supposed to be here, should we not go get him”

Duff: -makes excuses but you get him to take you to the room-

Duff: * unlocks door* * gets yelled at by Izzy* *Izzy drags him inside and runs out of his room locking the door*

Izzy: “Don’t worry about him, he’s like a baby, he needs a nap every few seconds”

- watch some of the movie

- make some moves

- ( we did that Izzy asked them to be his bae but you dont have to do that)

-( also they apparently fucked for 10 hours CUS MY FRIEND SAID *10 hours later* after they went to a room)

Someone: *opens the door for Duff*

Duff: *traumatised at the noises he’s heard*

- we made Duff Izzy and them a throuple

- but Izzy said to think about it and say the next morning. )

- after your adventures go home to your friend

- run into the house and start boarding the windows and doors with wooden planks because the insane one was chasing after you.

- call your baes to look after you cus the police can’t do their job

- he does get arrested tho (again)

*next day*

- insane one in prison calling one of you

- you thinking its your bae and saying some coupley stuff or whatever but make sure it’s directed at one of your interests

- * screaming, bombs, and destruction on the other line*

- “ HE ESCAPED AGAIN”

Chapter 3:

- to be continued

- do whatever 🫶

Chapter 3 and 4 are in my notes im just a bit to lazy to write it

Chapter 5 and up are not gonna be out for like maybe 2 years cus I wont see my friend again for that long

Don’t look at me like im crazy we laughed ever single second

This isn’t meant to be taken seriously its just some innocent fun

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #slash #axl rose #duff mckagan #steven adler #slash gnr #duff gnr #izzy gnr #axl gnr #steven gnr

[lakesbian]

For the ask game: 1 + 12 + 25 for the dearest Bri-Bri Lablorbo

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

i've definitely talked at length about how i like him because of how fuckign funny he is. large swathes of my top all time wormposts according to note count are just. me fervently trying to express how funny brian laborn is to the audience. and he really is doing incredibly hilarious shit all the time. his fucking apartment. the "good girl" moment. every time he says something misogynist. his 40yo 17yo mannerisms. i love him for all that. however it would be such a disservice to him to like him for being funny only. he also has just straight up hands down my favorite trigger event/power irony. i can tell because every time i have to explain how triggers/powers work to people i take it as an excuse to talk about brian laborn even though he's objectively a bad pick for it bc of his real trigger event not even being mentioned in the book. his psychological complexes are Agonizing and So Fun To Watch. he is my special dear boy. if i think too hard about him i explode. his miserable fucking sibling relationship with aisha. you guys don't know how often i rotate him in my mind.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

the n0brainsjustvibes post about pouring cereal with grape nuts out and thinking "this is getting ridiculous this is an exorbitant amount of nuts" about it for a second before realizing that was an extremely brian laborn thing to say is something hes actually fucking done but without the moment of self-awareness afterwards, i think. also the one rlly good art of the undersiders kitchen that has protein whey up on the fridge has inspired me to wholeheartedly believe that 1. he is always fucking making protein shakes in the undersiders kitchen and the first time he did it alec wandered into the kitchen like a depressed lost dying dog in hopes that a milkshake or tasty smoothie he could mooch some of was being procured and was so profoundly disappointed that it was just gym nut shit and 2. brian is always putting shit on top of high shelves/surfaces no one else can reach, sometimes on accident sometimes on purpose

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

i knew about his Deal from the beginning bc i read the wiki so i could understand what the fuck ollie was liveblogging about so he has been my friend since day 0 before i even started reading

#ask

[good-beans]

hi i'd like to know about your transfem fuuta thoughts please. if that's ok

"if that's ok" as if I haven't been rotating transfem fuuta in my mind for a long time and dying for an excuse to post something 👀👀👀 Thank you so much Ah!! I was able to format my little ideas and headcanons into an actual write-up, I just love this concept so much! All the big murderous twists in the series and I’ll never get over it is what it is...

So, as much as I enjoy headcanons about some big revelation moment, I think that Fuuta Terminally Online Kajiyama has been very aware of his identity for a while. He just never really got the motivation to do anything about it. He knows he's not completely satisfied with his gender, but isn't constantly suffering over it, so he thinks telling people/transitioning would be way too much of a hassle at that point in his life. He also struggles with people taking him seriously given his height, attitude, etc -- unconsciously he's also worried it will only make matters worse in that area.

He wouldn't dare say anything to his parents, and wants to avoid hassle with his friends. People paint them as judgy incels sometimes, but if they were really calling out ‘bad guys’ online, I always got the vibe they were those annoying type of progressives who will harass people for not being accepting in the perfect correct way, you know? They'd be outwardly supportive but there's still a level of high expectations and performance that comes with it, and so deep down Fuuta understands there'd be a "hassle," but can't really define why.

I mentioned in another hc post that Fuuta and his sister have a silent supportive relationship. I feel like she's the one person in his life who knows everything and is super accepting -- this is understood even though neither have said anything out loud. (When he was younger, she definitely forced him into skirts, dresses, and accessories "to check something for her beautician work.") She's noticed all the times he's picked a female avatar in games, or cosplayed in ambiguous outfits.

Then, Milgram. Thinking his life will be over soon anyway, he opens up to a few of the prisoners about himself. Their unexpected openness keeps it on his mind more often than before. Still, nothing changes. Through some rocky verdicts, he's declared innocent and released.

Back in the real world, he's pretty fucked up from the whole ordeal, and starts off extremely isolated. He's in touch with his family, but distant. He maintains contact with some of the other released prisoners, but it starts off only over the phone. He changes schools or maybe drops out completely. Having deleted all online accounts after the incident, he gets to work setting up a new online presence. He was planning on using an alias anyways, and goes with something gender neutral. "To be extra safe that no one guesses it's me," he tells himself.

Letting his hair grow out begins as an accident -- just a side effect of never going out or minding his appearance. One day he realizes how long he's let it go and grabs some scissors to cut it. He makes a comment in his chat, and someone begs him to send a picture first. He goes to take it, but is suddenly disgusted and ashamed of his self-neglect. He's forced to make himself selfie presentable first: brushing his hair and throwing on something clean real quick. When he goes to take the picture, he realizes it looks good. It feels good. He puts the scissors away.

Soon, the prisoners/some new online friends coax Fuuta to hang out more. That's when she decides to reintroduce herself into society as someone new. She ventures out with the name of a favorite video game character. (I'm going to continue saying Fuuta because I genuinely can't name a single popular character from games she'd play, but just picture the most painfully obvious one you can. The kind you hear and go "oh okay. You play X too much, huh." And please send me your thoughts so I can work them into my own personal canon 👀) 

She doesn't have any hatred towards her deadname, it's more the pain of association: she remembers it said accusingly from the mouths of ex-friends. She remembers that name being called a murderer. She's not trying to deny/run from that past, she just wants to be someone better. Well, some days it is her way of running away, but most of the time it's a healthy separation from the past.

Encouraged by the positive reception and abundance of privacy in her isolation, she finally starts to explore her appearance more. Mikoto left behind some earrings during a visit -- she pierces her ears herself and tries them on. (If she doesn't like them, the holes will just heal, right? She's not weak, she can take a little pain...) Yuno/Mahiru stayed over once, and left a bit of makeup in the bathroom. She tries that on too. With a beautician in the family, this self-styling comes very easily. Fuuta's cowardly tendencies have her torn between embarrassment and her typical 'fuck you' attitude that she can do whatever she wants.

You know when you solve a tiny problem and suddenly you're smacked with how much of a huge problem it actually was? Fuuta never believed she had any issues before, but all of the sudden she's happier. Every day is easier. She has more friends. True friends. She does better with school/work. Her personality is still fiery, but it's more passion than irritability now. Self-hatred she didn't recognize starts melting away. She smiles more. She laughs more. She has plans for her future. She's excited about her future. 

(Shameless art plug hehe, before I had the timeline nailed down I did a little drawing of that selfie Fuuta takes when she realizes she's satisfied with this appearance, and now has newfound motivation to move forward in life.)

Over time she experiments with other elements of transitioning, and maybe changes her name to something a bit more subtle lol.

Unfortunately, I don't think it would go over well with her parents, but she never much cared for their opinions, anyway. One day a bit in the future, she bumps into her old friends in the street. Once recovering from panic, she's pleasantly surprised that they don't recognize her. Fuuta thought her appearance/fashion wasn't that different, but to fair, the friends figured they'd remember a stunning redhead with a very noticeable eye injury if they'd met before...

And just a few quick prisoner reactions (because in my heart they're all making it out ;--;):

Yuno has similar relationship as Fuuta's sister, offering immense help without unnecessary words. She's Fuuta’s go-to contact for trying new things and asking questions. 

When Mahiru first finds out, she goes a bit overboard with a makeover attempt. She and Muu provide their most frilly, glimmering outfits. They paint her nails and do makeup. They style her hair. This obviously turns out to be way too much, earning them a Fuuta-typical rant. Still, she's secretly moved by their enthusiasm and kindness. 

After that, designer Mikoto tries his hand at helping. Fuuta had been really worried the two of them would lose their guys nights out and relaxed friendship, but their relationship never changes.

Shidou is very accepting and very awkward. He's trying!! He gets excited, sending her all this information and help for medically transitioning.

Fuuta invites Kazui to their first pride parade <3

Though there's no return address on the package, Fuuta receives a gift of miscellaneous earrings and piercings in the mail with a note that they'd suit her well…

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #and the others briefly #(i never know how to write pre and post transition pronouns so i just switch when she does) #thank youuuuu ive literally wanted to post something but wasnt sure if it was silly or anyone would care ;-; so this made me sooo excited #fuuta my beloved!! #it is what it is my beloved!! #i just want that for her so bad!! #its funny because i know thats not what yamanaka intended and still it fits So Well: #theres so much attention on her self perception - fear of how others perceive her - the self hatred - the layered clothes #OUGH #haruka amane and es are supportive as well i just couldnt think of specifics #jackalope isnt -_- #i say fuuta and kazui went to pride together but i mean practically all the other prisoners are there too sadfds #its just the biggest deal to them #another art mention -- @sequoiareachesforthesky drew her the other day and ive been Looking Hoo Boy 👁️👁️ #im a little obsessed with it asdfsdfd #i was supposed to finish my next drabble before formatting all this but shhh i wont tell if you dont #im just stuck on some simple dialogue but this was flowin lol #i dont know other peoples thoughts on her but i hope you enjoy :3 #and yeah i live under a rock and know 0 gamer names -- please tell me lol #rose posts

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walking the world for you - e.m.

-eddie munson x reader

-2.1k words

-best friend eddie that deserves a little kiss for all the pining he’s done

Dating wasn’t where you were luckiest, often striking out when trying to pursue people. But even when you accepted a date that someone asked you on, it was almost 100% certain that you would wind up at Eddie Munson’s trailer, bitching about the date to your best friend. 

And that is exactly where you were tonight. 

“-and then, when he walked me out to the car, he was like ‘are you the kind of girl that sleeps on the first date?’ and when I was offended, he tried to act like he was all jokes and that I was the bitch for thinking he was serious.” You pace around his living room while he watches from the couch, eyes following your form back and forth like he was watching a tennis game. 

“Yeah, that’s fucked up,” he agrees absently, going to take another hit from the bowl you had just packed. 

“Hey, don't finish that without me,” you lightly scold him. 

“Well then come here princess,” he gestures to the open space next to him, handing you the lighter once you finally plopped down next to him. “Why do you even bother with these guys anyway? It seems like you have shit luck with Hawkins men,” he muses while rotating one of his rings on his finger over and over. You roll your eyes at his observation. 

“Yeah, I realize that, Eds. Thanks,” you grumble. “What should I do, then? Give up? Hang out with you and smoke forever?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly mind that,” he laughs, flicking your forehead lightly. “But no, I just mean that maybe you should just vibe on your own for a little bit. You always get so worked up about dating, it just doesn’t seem worth it. Like, do you even enjoy going out anymore?”

You lean back into the sofa in defeat, because you know he’s right. You just don’t want him to know that. “No, I really don’t. But I don’t want to just give up, you know?” You turn your head to meet his heavy gaze. “You’re not one to talk about dating, by the way. You haven’t even made a move on anyone since ‘84.” 

“Haven’t felt the need. Just content to chill here with you.” He says with a cheeky grin, making you laugh and smack his shoulder. 

“Is that your plan? To just hang out with my undesirable ass for the rest of your life?” 

That was the thing, it kinda was his plan. The reason he hadn’t made a move on anyone in two years is because he wasn’t interested in anyone since meeting you. He was far too hesitant to make a move on you, because having you as just a friend was better than losing you altogether. Eddie was patient and content to admire from afar, but he can’t tell you all of this when you tease him like that. So instead he settles for his normal excuse. 

“Not forever, just for now.” He hums, watching you shut your eyes and just listen. “And you’re not undesirable, you’re just too good for these Hawkins assholes.” This makes you chuckle dryly and he insists, “No, I mean it. Why else would I let you come over and complain almost every Saturday night.” 

“Because I’m the only one that willingly comes over,” you tease. 

“Hey, that’s not true. Gareth comes over to buy from me like… every two weeks,” he grins, knowing you have a point but he doesn’t mind you saying it. You don’t mean any malice and your friendship is built on making fun of each other. He wouldn’t have it any other way

Actually, yes he would, but he’s resigned to the negative outcome he’s imagined if he were to confess his feelings to you. 

The two of you chill like that for a little while longer before you stand, saying something about how you should head home before it gets too late.

“It already is super late, doll. Just stay the night here again,” Eddie suggests, and you seriously consider it for a second before deciding you shouldn’t. “No, no, I gotta shower and all that in the morning and I don’t wanna take over your bathroom in the morning.” 

He wants to tell you that he wouldn’t mind if you took over the whole house, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to stay. He walks you out and watches you drive away until your car is out of sight before heading back inside to pass out in his room. He was in deep, really deep. 

Over the next few weeks, you notice slight changes in Eddie. He’s not acting outwardly weird or standoffish in the way that most people would notice, but he just seems slightly more tense than usual. Like he’s anxious about something, except he wasn’t telling you what. And that was the strangest part, because he told you almost everything as soon as he could. He even used to make a joke about you being like his diary manifested into a person, so for you to not know about something that was going on with him was unsettling, in a way. He wasn’t even asking you to come over like he normally did. He wouldn’t say no to you showing up, of course, but it hadn’t been solicited by him lately. 

That is, until you were left out in the rain after yet another shitty date. You used the public phone to call him, teeth audibly chattering as you spoke. 

“Wait, where are you?” He asked, and you could hear rustling as he held the phone between his shoulder and ear to be able to get his shoes on. 

“Outside of town, near that little dive diner. I’m at the phone booth and I didn’t have anyone else to call, I’m sorry,” you sniffle, emotional from the argument you had just gotten into with your date. He had made a comment about you hanging out with “that freak Eddie” all the time, for some reason he thought you would find it funny. Instead, the argument resulted in him calling you a bitch and leaving you in the rain without a ride home. Asshole. 

“Don’t be sorry, I’m on my way, okay?” Eddie waits until you hang up, and then goes out to his van and finds himself driving at speeds that are way too high for the downpour going on outside. 

Eventually he finds you, sitting on one of those enclosed bus stop benches with your head in your hands. He gets out to come get you, shedding his jacket once he sees that you’re soaked to the bone. “Hey,” he says once he’s closer, and your head snaps up before you relax and see that it’s just him. 

“Hi,” you give him a watery smile, embarrassed and emotional. But you’re glad it’s him, anyone else would have made you feel worse. But he’s here, giving you his jacket and coming to pick you up 10 miles outside of town after a date he told you not to go on. Of course he’s here. 

He gets you in the van and starts driving back to town before saying anything else, and even then he just asks, “Do you wanna go home?” You shake your head silently, and he gives you a quiet ‘okay’ before turning onto the street that would bring him back to his place. Once inside, he gives you some clothes you had left over there for you to change into, giving you his room to change in as he waits on the couch and wrung out his hair. 

You come out in the new clothes and still wearing his jacket, sitting next to him. Eddie gives you a quick once over before lifting his arm to you, and you immediately fall into his side with a heavy sigh, finally feeling relaxed with his arm around you and his thumb rubbing circles into your bicep. “So what happened, doll?” He prompts. 

“It’s just so stupid, and you were right that I shouldn’t have gone. I just… I don’t know, I was desperate,” you look up at him before turning back to the floor, “He said some out of pocket shit about you and then left me there when I argued with him.” 

You heard him curse lowly under his breath. “I’m sorry doll, you shouldn’t have to stick up for me,” he mumbles. 

“No, I want to. I shouldn’t have even gone on the date after you told me what an asshole you remembered him to be,” You sit up cross legged on the couch to face him completely. “Why wouldn’t I stick up for you? I don’t think anyone else would've dropped everything to come get me as quickly as you did. And then you gave me your jacket, and let me come back to your place all soaking wet and cold. You even had clothes here for me.” You watch his reaction carefully, as he leans forward and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t say you’re sorry. You’d do anything for me, yeah? So I would do the same for you.” 

Eddie stays leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, shoulders shaking with a soft chuckle. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” He runs a hand over his face before looking up at your confused expression. “You’re absolutely right, I would do anything for you. Why do you think that is? I’ve spent every weekend since we became friends with you, whether it was after one of your shitty dates or you coming to my shows and making sure I get home alright. I’ve watched you get screwed over by like.. Every guy you’ve ever seen and it sucks because you’re way too good for any of them. But you’re always so excited to go out with them, so I let you, even though we both know the outcome. And I’ll be waiting here afterwards for whenever you need someone.” He searches your face before finishing, “Because I love you.” 

Your brain was going a mile a minute, it wasn’t rare for you and Eddie to say you loved each other, so his serious tone just added to your confusion, “I love you, too, Eddie. What’s… going on?” 

He groans in frustration before adjusting himself to be facing you directly. He musters up every ounce of courage in his body before saying, “No, not like that. I’m in love with you.” 

The silence that falls after terrifies him. He wants to curl up and hide from your reaction, but he feels frozen in place under your gaze. He doesn’t regret saying it, he actually feels relieved that it’s out there, but he just wishes you would say something. 

You, on the other hand, feel something akin to starstruck. Never in a million years would you have thought Eddie looked at you that way. Suddenly everything from the past two years made sense. Why else would he have done these things for you? He’s always been the most reliable person in your life, and you would describe him as nothing short of perfect. You realize all at once that Eddie is exactly what you’ve been looking for, all this time. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice interrupts your rapid train of thought, “I can… I can bring you home if you want, if you’re uncomfortable-” 

“No,” you shake your head. “Sorry, I was just thinking. I’m not uncomfortable, I promise. I just…” you hurry to reassure him, but find yourself struggling to find the words to tell him how you felt. His soft brown eyes staring at you made you feel warm and nervous, but in a good way. Instead of talking, you have to make a quick decision, so you do. 

You lean in quickly and press your lips to his, bring a hand up to the side of his face. You’re afraid you made the wrong move at first, but then both his arms are around you and pulling you impossibly closer as he kisses you back. The butterflies in your stomach flutter even faster, and you both pull away to catch your breath, and you see Eddie smile for the first time since he picked you up tonight. 

“That was a long time coming,” he teases breathlessly, and you giggle at him. 

“How long have you had that speech prepared?” You ask, and he shakes his head and looks down to hide the red flush that covers his cheeks. 

“Since knowing you for two weeks, babe.” He admits, “I’ve been playing the long game.” 

“And was it worth it?”

“For you?” He smiles up at you again, and you feel heart melt for a millionth time that night. “Anything’s worth it.” 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

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[03] | 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Chishiya wants to recruit your small group into a risky plan. He seems to have something up his sleeve when you refuse.

🃅 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 03: Rejection

“Thank you for shopping with us!” A painfully tight smile strains across your features as you hand the particularly well-dressed woman her shopping bag. The woman thanks you, taking her items swiftly and exiting the store with her bored husband in tow.

Each day has started to feel the same as each interaction blends together. Working part-time in a clothing outlet has provided you with a range of opportunities, much noted as: having fun sucked from daily life. With a strict manager who rotates shifts depending on whether the coworkers get along, you often find yourself stuck behind the cash register having to listen to your narcissistic coworker ramble about their love life.

The only excitement that gets you through your shift is watching the numbers change on the til, signifying that you’re legally free from your shift in less than two minutes. Thank God, as you’re sure that spending even five minutes longer in the brightly-lit, overstimulating hellhole with a broken AC would cause you to have a public freakout. Even so, you enviously watch the customers walk around your store. The people who actually enjoy being in it’s confinements.

“Shifts over!” You call, not caring for an answer. With your bag and coat being strung up in the small cloak-closet - and a sorry excuse for a cloak room - it’s easy to grab your items swiftly and leave. You’re pretty sure the coworker that was jabbering at you for the better part of five hours is complaining that you can’t leave yet as the girl who is due to come in after you isn’t here yet but you don’t pay her much mind.

Almost comically, a gust of cool air douses over you after standing in what felt like a fire pit. The relief flushed over you like an ice bath on a hot day which would be welcome at the moment as the sweltering heat of summer still manages to heat up the rest of the air conditioned shopping centre.

“Hey [l/n]!” Kuina calls from her shop opposite yours. A smile graces your face as you walk over to the woman. She’s smiling at you despite very obviously struggling to pull a tight fitted top over the mannequins' weirdly large shoulders.

“Did you just get off?” She asks, to which you nod.

“I told you to call me [y/n]” She tutts, rolling her eyes at you. You can tell she’s thinking about giving you her usual ‘just because you spent time overseas and feel like the last name culture thing is weird now doesn’t make her look any less rude for calling you your first name!’ But she doesn’t. With one last pull, the shirt finally rests on the mannequin. She stands proudly, dusting her hands off and places them on her hips.

“Lucky for you, my break just started!” She explains, kicking over the rest of the clothes that she was most likely meant to put on the mannequin too, but she rounds the display case and follows you outside the store.

It’s nice, thinking back on your time spent with Kuina. Though, all good things must come to an end as Usagi and Arisu basically barge into your room. Despite the short knock in your door, the two don’t exactly wait for a reply before walking in.

“You’re up” Usagi notes, smiling at the sight of you already propped up at the vanity area.

“Yeah” You confirm “Just thinking”

Arisu walks forward, careful to not trip on anything that could be scattered around the room.

“Did you find out any information?” He asks. Usagi follows behind Arisu, perching on the edge of your bed.

“No, not really” You shrug, standing from the rickety chair. Arisu exhales “You were talking to Kuina… and the blonde guy” He mentions. You suppose the two probably saw you chatting to the duo in the lobby area.

“Ah, Kuina pulled me for a drink” You remember “Though they asked me what I specialise in”

“What do you mean?” Usagi asked, suddenly intrigued by the minuscule conversation.

“As in, what game I’m best at” The two glance between each other “Kuina is good at spades and Chishiya is an expert in diamonds”

“You’re great at spades too, Usagi” The woman smiles, nodding her head at the compliment.

“Arisu, you’re great at almost everything so I can’t really pinpoint you” An airy laugh breaks from your mouth as Arisu ducks his head shyly.

“What are you good at?” Usagi asks. The question stumps you, as your previous conversation with the other duo had ended up without a clear answer too. Your silence is met with two curious looks.

“Honestly, I’m not sure” Sighing, you begin to walk towards the doorway of the hotel room “I just get by…”

“Hatter said you had six or seven cards, right?” Usagi recalls “Surely in those games you could see what you did better in!”

“They were mostly clubs and low-level spades games”

Arisu’s head snaps, as if something astonishing had clicked in his head “Maybe you’re good at hearts!”

The conversation was redundant. The same outcome as your one with the other duo.

Only time will tell.

Getting information from others was anything but easy. Most people were too drunk, high or simply spewed out weird conspiracies which did nothing but make your head hurt. Regrouping with Arisu and Usagi showed that the three of you all concluded that no one exactly knew what was going on.

“I’ll head to the annex basement for supplies” Usagi explains, not giving either you or Arisu a chance to join as she briskly walks away. You suppose she could keep a lower profile that way, but leaving her alone isn’t comforting either.

Gunshots ring out, causing both you and Arisu to share a confused look. Weaponry was banned from the Beach and those who were allowed were militants. That only meant that whatever was around the corner would cause trouble.

“Arisu” Hissing, you follow behind the man with a scowl on your face. Only he would follow the sound of gunshots and impending danger yet you suppose you're not any better as you follow behind.

Three men walk away from a blue bin with a tarp thrown over it. All three have guns meaning that they are part of the militant group in the Beach, but they’re quick to flee the scene. Arisu is quick to make his way over to the mysterious bin, yet he throws the tarp back over the top of the bin almost as quickly as he unveils it. He coughs, backing away from whatever is inside the bin.

From the corner of your eye, you spot the two familiar beings from yesterday. Chishiya and Kuina soundlessly walk down the steps which the militants had just walked on minutes before.

“That is the true nature of this utopia” Chishiya announces with his hands once again stuffed in his hoodie pockets. Kuina shoots you a smile once she sees you, despite the grim situation.

“This is part of the Beaches rule” He explains, finally making it to the bottom step.

“Death to traitors”

Surprisingly, finding out that dead bodies are inside the container doesn’t surprise you. In fact, judging from Arisu’s repulsed reaction the idea floated in the back of your mind.

Arisu heaves slightly, disturbed by the sight of decaying bodies and by the information. All in all, the grotesque and violent nature of the Beach does not surprise you as the fact the Hatter said you can’t leave makes you think that you will be forced to stay. Especially with the militants and their arsenal of weapons.

“Follow us” Chishiya commands, turning on his heel to walk up the steps again.

In a split second, you and Arisu share a look. Both of you are unsure where the blonde will lead you to; you comply and slowly follow after the mysterious man with Arisu in tow.

They lead you to one of the back entrances of the Beach. It’s not well kept as it’s obvious that militants probably only use this exit of the Beach to bring dead bodies or those facing their fate to this side. The carpet is covered in splotches of mould, splatters of blood and what is probably vomit. Each of your steps are calculated as you aim for pieces of the red carpet which appears decently clean.

“Watch” Arisu hisses, pushing you away from a pile of… something. The patch is neither wet nor dry, yet there’s a clump of black goo just centimetres away from your flip-flop clad feet. A disgusted yelp leaves your mouth as you flinch away from the mass, allowing Arisu’s hand on your shoulder to guide you away from it.

When you look up, Chishiya is looking at you over his shoulder. You can’t read what he’s thinking but the sight of him staring so intensely at you when caught off guard causes a flush of embarrassment to wash over your body. Your eyes snap back to the carpet only seconds later.

The ding of the elevator breaks you from the thoughts. Your small group of four easily filter into the roomy yet rickety box. It’s almost like deja vú - being in the lift. Your first proper conversation with Chishiya happened in one.

“Where are we going?” Arisu asks to break the silence. Kuina’s arms uncross as she gestures at the top floor button which is highlighted by a ring of light.

“Rooftop” She nods.

“Are you guys gonna throw us off of it or something?” You joke, fingers strumming against the cool, metal railing. Kuina laughs breathily as she fiddles with the familiar chewing stick.

“You never know.” She jokes, giggling softly to herself. Despite both of your efforts to cut the tense atmosphere, the sight of the two glowering men in the corner reduced your efforts. Kuina glances at you after noticing the two men’s guarded postures but stays silent as the elevator continues to fly past the floors and to the rooftop.

Cold air slaps your face when you finally arrive at the roof. It seeps through the opening doors and twirls around your scantily clad figure. You hold back the urge to chatter your teeth as you step out with your arms automatically clasping onto each other to seek some sort of warmth.

Kuina and Chishiya walk towards the sunnier part of the rooftop, about 5 feet apart between the two. For being a duo, the obvious difference in personal space between the two can be jarring at times.

Arisu cautiously walks forward, taking in his surroundings. Obviously there’s no one else on the rooftop - that you hope - and there’s little to no chances of people hearing the conversation, yet he very obviously snaps his head around to look for others. You suppose his time in the executive room would explain his caution as from the little detail he’s spared, the executives are not to be messed with.

“What’s this about?” Arisu asks, staring at Chishiya under a glare.

The blonde stares back amused, finding it funny how easily he’s seemingly gotten under Arisu’s skin.

“Your group seems to have collected a vast amount of information” He begins, nodding towards your figure. Your hands rest on your hips as you stare back, looking between both him and Kuina. She fiddles with her chewing stick, staring off into the clouds.

“What are you planning?” He asks. You look at Arisu, who looks greatly offended.

“Doing the same as you two” You shrug, stepping further out of the shade to join in on the conversation.

“You want to know why you’re here and want to get out too, right?” Chishiya nods with a subtle smirk ghosting his lips. Arisu glances at you, unsure if you’re answer was right or not.

“I’ll cut to the chase, then” Chishiya sighs, rolling his neck. His behaviour is odd to you. Despite lurking in the shadows his confidence seems to exude almost obnoxiously from his smaller stature.

“How will you live in a world full of despair?”

Huh?

The question throws a spanner into the works. He’s not really cutting to the chase, in your opinion, more so trying to prompt more information from you and Arisu.

“How?” Arisu echoes, staring at Chishiya with a cocked brow.

The two have a stand-off. The gentle breeze tousles with Chishiya’s longer strands, allowing them to graze over his features in an almost movie-like manner. Arisu stills, mulling over his answer,

“I just want to know the answer to my questions” He states, looking back at your supportingly, You reply with a soft nod.

“… Who killed Karube and Chota” He adds solomley. Luckily, being thrown into this vast world on your own meant you didn’t have to worry about your close friends dying, though with your newfound friendships, fate might come to bite you as well.

“I thought I’d be able to survive… and return to the original world with everyone” He continues. A stabbing pain of guilt twists in your chest as you listen to him speak.

“Arisu…” You call, silently telling him he doesn’t need to share. He sighs.

“If that is not possible, I want Usagi and [y/n] to return to the real world, at the very least” He nods.

You weren’t too sure you meant that much to the taller man, but his words cause a sad smile to prick at the corners of your lips. It’s nice to know that the two really have your back, besides their secretive pining for each other.

“What a tearjerker” Chishiya observes. Arisu glares.

“Your dream… it’s cool, but it’s not practical at all” Chishiya begins to walk, pacing closer to you as he rounds Arisu. In your head, you know it’s just an intimidation technique but his cruel words cause a spike of anger to flare within you.

“Seriously?” You scoff, arms crossing over your chest. Chishiya stops, mere inches from your form. His lack of empathy is somewhat shocking, especially for a world filled with death.

However, you’re almost 100 percent certain he finds it amusing how you’re so blatantly showing your emotions, but it’s exactly what he was going for.

“You’ll have to win all the games and become the next Number One, but that’s impossible” Kuina attempts to cool the mood by mentioning your earlier explanation of wanting to leave the borderlands.

“It has nothing to do with you guys.” Arisu spits, scuffing his sandal against the hot concrete.

“We think that you have potential,” Chishiya interjects.

“Huh?”

“That’s why we came to meet you”

“What do you mean?”

At this point, you’re feeling invisible. Whatever intellectual dick-swinging contest is going between the two is beyond your thought process.

“What if I said there’s a way to change the status quo all at once?”

“This is so stupid Arisu, don’t get involved with their plan.” You scold the messy haired man from your standing position. Usagi was briefly informed of the strange interaction you had on the roof with the duo but she had kept her opinions to herself as she processed the whole ordeal.

“We could get out of here” He explains.

“You think what… Four people against the executives and the Hatter can change the whole way this place runs?”

“Five” Usagi interjects, standing from the bed. You stare at her, shocked by her answer. As liberating as the whole plan sounds, it’s most likely going to blow back in your faces. The militants are literally armed to the teeth and you all have no idea what power or weapons the other executives hold. Chishiya may be one, but the eleven others and their minions outnumber your small vigilante group by too much.

“Usagi! You can’t be serious” Baffled by the duo, you can’t help but throw your arms out.

“You don’t have to get involved, [y/n]” Usagi explains, trying to ease the tension.

“I’m not, but you two are. You’re both going to get hurt and never mind the fact that you both don’t know either Chishiya or Kuina - or their intentions.”

“We’re aware of that, and it’s a risk we’ll take,” Arisu explains.

The conversation begins to seriously piss you off. You’re sure that the two can see your frustration written all over your face and body language.

“Like I said on the roof, I’ll make sure to get both you and Usagi back to the real world” Arisu repeats, attempting to ease your mood. But it doesn’t. The only thing you can think of is how selfish he sounds.

“Get us back to the real world by endangering yourself for something that you don’t even know will work? You two are the only people I have here and you’re throwing yourself headfirst into danger for no reason.” With that, you leave. Ignoring their pleas for your return and to reconsider your stance, it falls on deaf ears as you slam Arisu’s hotel room door shut, not caring for how the few people scattered around the hallways stare at your huffing figure. Maybe Arisu’s speech on the rooftop had secretly rooted a fear that you’d experience losing them.

Navigating through the hallways is tough, especially when you’re power walking and holding back every fiber of your being that encourages you to shout at the nosey onlookers. Having the two only people you consider friends endanger themselves outside of a game environment weighs heavily on your conscience. What are you meant to do if it backfires? Luckily, most people have headed to game venues after the Hatter announced he would be going to one himself, so the sight of people slowly disappears from your vision as you travel towards your room on the floor above.

As you're rounding the corner to your room, something stops you in your tracks. The door to your room is slightly adjacent. Either someone is in your room at this exact moment or someone has trifled through your belongings.

Quietly, you creep forwards, keeping an eye on the stream of light pouring from the doorway to watch for any movement. Nothing seems to have moved, so you hesitantly creek the door open.

Fear is replaced by curiosity, to which you fully enter the room once a wave of confidence hits you. Because in actuality, this person is in your room so why should you feel to be the awkward one?

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” A frown rests on your lips as you stare at the blonde resting on your bed. The same smug, condescending look rests on his face as he stares at your standoffish body language. Your arms immediately cross over your chest as you stare down at the man who ruins your perfectly made bedding.

“Your door was open” He sighs, looking towards the ceiling.

“They’re all open, smartass” Rebuting, you walk around to sit at the wooden vanity table. He pays no mind as he continues gazing off.

“If this is some sort of plan to recruit me, don’t even bother” You bring your right arm up so that you can lean against your palm. Chishiya shakes his head, adjusting his position so that he can get a better look at you.

“No. Kuina doesn’t want to involve you anyway” He states. Your brow quirks automatically. Kuina doesn’t want you involved? and for what reason?

“So why are you here then?” As much as you want to know the answer you’re realistically not going to get it from Chishiya.

He pauses, turning his head slowly to stare blankly at the wardrobe in front him.

What a weird guy. The thought has crossed your head more than you would like to admit. During your last game with him, specifically.

“It seems I misunderstood you” He admits. The statements all but perplexes you.

“I thought you would follow your friends…” He stands from your bed, turning once again to face you. His deep brown orbs seem to have darkened as he stares down at you. The usual condescending look has shifted to something more serious.

“Maybe I was stupid to think that?” He questions with his tone almost teasingly heightening at the end.

“What are you even on about?” You manage to splitter through your confusion. The dim lighting of your room casts a shadow behind him. The sight of his shadow reflecting onto your ceiling and creating an almost sinister halo which makes him seem almost taller causes a spike in anxiety.

In your short time of knowing this man, all you know is that he’s shifty.

“You’re a liability.” He declares as he steps forward once more. From your seated position, he hovers above you with only a ruler's space between your bodies. The proximity and general uneasiness caused by the sudden atmosphere shift causes your breath to get stuck in your throat.

The small hitch of breath causes a light to shimmer in his eyes. Perhaps the sight of slight fear causes Chishiya to thrive.

“You know what we want to do… When we’re going to do it and I can’t have you get in my way” His left hand plays with something stuffed in the pocket of his usual white jacket. With a quick flicker on your eyes, you assume his fiddling with what could be the taser he had in the first game.

Is he insinuating he’s going to taze me?

“But I’m sure we can work something out” He finishes with a soft smile, enjoying how you try to hold back how utterly confused and petrified you are by his attitude shift.

Your lip quivers as you try to think of something to say. The blonde is so unpredictable. At first he was just something of a mystery to you, then he ends up being an executive, then he watches over you in a game and now he’s threatening you because you won’t cooperate with his plan to endanger yourself? Had you just experienced all stages of any potential friendship and animosity with this man?

“I wasn’t going to tattle” The sentence comes out slightly hushed. His face remains uncomfortably close to yours, but you can’t tear your eyes away from him. It’s as if you’re in a trance. Every detail of his face slowly engraves into your brain. Each imperfection. Each freckle and crevice.

“There’s no need to threaten me.” You spit with a furrowed brow. His own brows turn upwards, showing surprise for a few seconds. Maybe Chishiya thought you’d sit silently and take his threats with no more than a frown on your face.

“Maybe so.” He muses, standing back. It’s as if you can finally breathe as your shoulders finally drop. Your body had closed up as he grew closer.

“But I can’t just take your word for it” He shrugs.

Seriously?

“You think I’m gonna run to the militants about this?” You ask. He simply stares back, as if your question was idiotic.

“I’m not.” You state “Risking getting Arisu and Usagi hurt - even Kuina - is the last thing I want to do”

He snorts “You would let me, though?”

“You haven’t given me a reason to care whether you’re hurt or not.”

“Your friends agreed to my plan anyway,” He switches the subject. A part of you wishes it’s because your reply pissed him off but it’s unlikely. The man has left you with the impression that insults roll off his back like water off a duck's back.

“If you get my friends hurt I won’t hesitate to tell the militants you’re nothing but the puppet master”

“A bit contradictory, no?”

You stand from the chair, ignoring how it screeches against the wooden floor. He simply leans back as you begin to invade his personal space, even without physically stepping towards him.

“Will you just get out of my room?”

He smiles once more as an airy chuckle passes through his lips.

“I hope you’re not serious about telling the militants” He spares you a pitiful glance “I wouldn’t want to do anything too strenuous”

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[yourdeepestfathoms]

Ride the Cyclone Kids and A Beach House

so Every Single Year, my family goes down to the beach for Labor Day to hang out with relatives, and while there this year, we stayed with my cousins in a rented beach house. so this is loosely based on things that happened there!

don’t ask why they’re at a beach house. just let them be happy and have fun.

Beach house = infiltrated

There’s a lot of rooms, but somehow some people still have to share beds

Like, there’s this one room with two full beds, so four people will have to share the room, two to each bed (the other two who aren’t in the room get their own bed somewhere else)

“We’re gonna have to sleep ass-to-ass” -Penny

“I can’t wait to spoon one of you guys” -Constance

They do rotations each night to try and find the most comfortable pairing

(Ricky always gets his own bed in a different room, though)

When Ocean and Constance share a bed, it’s normal. Those two have no issue sleeping next to each other. Ocean probably wakes up with her head against Constance’s somehow. It’s very cute.

The other pairings, though…..

When Mischa and Noel share a bed, they basically end up fistfighting at the start because Mischa kept ripping away all the blankets, leaving Noel FREEZING

The other pair in the room will just be dozing, then will hear the LOUDEST rustling and will look over to see those two BATTLING with each other to get the blankets

When Noel and Ocean share a bed, they lay as far away from each other as possible. Noel is basically off the entire bed on the edge, and Ocean is essentially in the crack between the wall and the bed

When Constance and Penny share a bed, it’s comfortable! Except Penny keeps touching Constance with her cold feet, and Constance almost cries (“stop touching me with your feet!” “i gotta hang on” “NOOOOO!!!!”)

When Mischa and Constance share a bed, Mischa has met a worthy foe when it comes to blanket stealing

When Constance and Noel share a bed, poor Noel once again has all the blankets ripped away from him. He finally gets tired of it and goes to sleep on the couch downstairs where he knows blankets are.

When Penny and Ocean share a bed, Ocean will literally wake up with Penny basically on top of her, giving her No Room whatsoever. It’s warm, though, and Ocean’s touch-starved, so she doesn’t really mind.

When Penny and Mischa share a bed, they’re ALWAYS smooshed together because I feel like those two move a lot when they sleep, but neither of them wake up because of it. Like, Mischa has his arm slung across Penny, while Penny’s face is in his neck and her leg is stretched over his own, but again, neither of them notice. It honestly looks pretty comfortable.

Mischa: *talking about who he Snaps on Snapchat*

Ocean: you don’t Snap me

Noel: girl, you’re in the same bed as him

(Actual thing said one night at the beach house between my brother and my two cousins, and maybe it’s not as funny as I think it is, but it was midnight when it was said, so everything instantly becomes ten times more hilarious)

Everyone: *trying to finally fall asleep*

Penny: I think clenching your buttcheeks should be the next fashion statement

Noel, laying in bed next to her: EXCUSE ME

They somehow start doing shadow puppets on the wall

Okay, well

PENNY starts doing shadow puppets on the wall

Someone turned on their phone flashlight to grab something, and she just started makin animals with her hands

Penny, to Constance, across the room: You’re being eaten. Look to your left.

Constance: *looks to her left* *a very bad shadow puppet dog is opening and closing its mouth at her*

They all thought this was HILARIOUS for some reason

They climb onto the beach house roof at night at one point

All of them

Roof party!!!!

Ocean loses one of her Crocs climbing up, and she lets out the most DISMAYED scream

Mischa keeps asking the others if they think he could jump to the other house (Ocean says no because she doesn’t want them getting in trouble)

Constance and Penny are dancing up there

At one point they just lay on the roof, looking up at the stars, and it’s so peaceful

And then Penny just goes, “these shingles are chewing into the skin of my ass”

Downstairs, there’s this jar where guests can write what they’re thankful for and then put it inside

Naturally, none of them take is seriously

Constance writes “I’m grateful for Hatsune Miku” but she spelled Miku as Mike so it was actually “I’m grateful for Hatsune Mike,” and they were all HOWLING with laughter

Hatsune Mike

#don’t tag as ship #most of these ended up being the kids sharing a bed and seeing how that goes whoops #still counts! #ride the cyclone headcanons #rtc headcanons #rtc #ride the cyclone #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #ricky potts #mischa bachinski #jane doe #penny lamb #constance blackwood

[constellama]

Both six of crows and pjo are rotating around in my head like a rotisserie chicken so I was thinking what it would be like if The Crows met The Seven (including some other characters)

!! Spoilers for both the Six of Crows duology and the pjoverse !!

Also disclaimer it’s been literally years since I’ve read any of the riordanverse so I’m going off of solely my memory here bear with me

Jesper joking around with Percy and Leo like cmon they would all be such good friends

And knowing how excited Jesper was with Sturmhond’s flying ships, he’d probably think the Argo II is the coolest thing ever

That’s where this is taking place actually I’ve just decided. Let’s put all these traumatized teenagers on a giant ship and see what happens

Wylan and Leo talking about explosives, need i say more

Wylan and Annabeth talking about architecture and Wylan showing Annabeth his sketches of the Ice Court

I wanna say Kuwei and Leo would also get along, since yk, fire powers and they both know science things. Leo keeps getting called an Inferni and it sounds cool to him so he doesn’t say anything

I don’t know why but I feel like Kaz and Percy wouldn’t really like each other (at first)

Kaz probably respects Percy a bit more though after learning that Percy literally fell into Tartarus for Annabeth and they made it through alive

Either that or he wouldn’t believe it

He’d also try to steal Riptide just to look at it after seeing it turn into a sword. It keeps returning to Percy’s pocket which confuses Kaz even more. After Kaz finds out just what’s up with Riptide though, he continues stealing it just because he can. He knows it’ll go back to Percy’s pocket but Kaz needs to be dramatic ok

Just “where did my pen go this time—?” “THIS pen?” “Damnit Brekker—”

Jason and Matthias would be friends, the stoic blond dudes who are incredibly loyal to the places they grew up in. They’d both be talking about wolves and growing up with them. Oh and they also have one other thing in common I’ll let you guys guess that one 😁😁

Nina being a big sister to Nico bc let’s be honest they’ve both been through a lot and hello?? Raising the dead??

Kaz would be somewhere off to the corner avoiding talking to anyone and maybe just maybe he’d see Nico, the boy with hurt in his eyes who reminds him a little too much of himself when he was younger

Wait I just had the sudden image of Kaz and Nico bonding over card games excuse me while I cry

OUGH WAIT THEYVE BOTH LOST OLDER SIBLINGS TOO HOLD ON

Kaz being haunted by his memories of Jordie 🤝 Nico being haunted by his memories of Bianca

Piper and Nina sharing beauty tips and braiding each other’s hair :>

Annabeth showing Inej her dagger bc oooo knives

Wait I just realized they both have daggers/knives either made of bones or having a bone handle

Frank turning into a wolf and Matthias being really excited

The Crows tripping up and accidentally calling Percy a Tidemaker (multiple times) He doesn’t know what it means but hey it sounds cool

Hazel doing things with her mist magic and Kaz being so incredibly baffled bc what do you mean it’s just magic. No there’s a trick behind it how did you do that

Frank turning into a crow and Kaz internally fanboying just a tad bit

Jesper and Hazel can both do cool things with metal and rocks and stuff so I think Jesper might call her a Fabrikator they’d exchange some knowledge about it or smth

Frank lowkey losing his mind bc one Leo was bad enough but now there’s Jesper ?? (/lh)

Kaz and Annabeth being the schemers/planners and leading their groups. Don’t know if they’d get along or not, what with Kaz’s,,, methods

I also think The Seven trying to explain the gods being real would go horribly wrong. Kaz would just snort and be like “yeah and I have two good legs”

Ough don’t even get me started on all the parental issues literal everyone has here

Except for like. A select few that have stable relationships with their parents

Colm Fahey helping his children commit crimes 🤝 Sally Jackson and Paul Blofis fighting off monsters that one time in The Last Olympian

I literally can’t think of any more, feel free to mention any interactions you think would happen :D

#grishaverse #six of crows #pjoverse #pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #kaz brekker #inej gafha #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #constellama talks

[kichous]

✧･ﾟ:*   don’t wanna miss you

summary. if shoko was here, she’d have taken your phone to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. but it’s just you and utahime at this bar, and maybe that’s for the best. series. a night of dark trees. part one . part two . part three . part four . part five you’re here ! pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader. warnings. alcohol cw. word count. 1889

Hime’s a sloppy drunk, but she’s also a fun one, on top of being your old senior, so you don’t mind going out with her at all. The Exchange Event has always been the perfect excuse to catch up over a pint (or six)—though you tried not to think too hard about your own, considering how thoroughly Tokyo trounced Kyoto, courtesy of Gojo.

Who, coincidentally, is also the reason why Utahime is currently clutching onto your arm.

“I’m… really… sorry,” she slurs, worrying at the damp parts of your sleeve between her index finger and thumb. If you were sober you might’ve realized this was only going to make the stain worse. “I wasn’t thinking, should’ve realized that you were in the splash zone—”

You pat the top of her head. So round. “S’okay. It’s that dickhead who splashed it all over me with his Infinity anyway.” Technically it was you who’d been foolish enough to choose a seat next to a man who definitely hadn’t forgiven you for answering his love confession with a pained ‘thanks.’ in the first place. But manners are manners, he should’ve been the bigger person.

The tea incident had left you jumpy, stuck with the discomfort of wet fabric plastered against your skin. And then the competition started, and everything just went downhill from there. You haven’t been in active combat in ages—you’d been overseas last Christmas and missed all of the hullabaloo—and it was only worse with Old Man Gakuganji nearby. He’s never masked his disdain towards the fact that a cadet branch of the family wound up with the more powerful technique, nor that you’d just been letting this gift go to waste for years.

“I mean,” you continue against your better judgment, “I guess you can only smack a guy around for so long without him snapping back.”

Utahime squints at you. “You smack him around?” Before you have a chance to respond, she rotates her entire body to face you and slides closer. The movement is disturbingly serpentine. “What do you mean? Is he an M? Is this a sex thing?”

She probably means it as a joke. She definitely means it as a joke. But you hesitate. Utahime’s mouth falls open, a Sadako-adjacent rasp of betrayal pouring forth. “It is a sex thing! You’re fucking him!” Suddenly realizing the two of you are in public, she claps a hand over her mouth as the other reaches over your shoulder to pinch the back of your neck between her forefinger and thumb. She ignores your yowl of pain as she hisses, as though you’ve sold her firstborn child into slavery. “How could you?”

“In my defense,” you wheeze, “he’s usually the one fucking meeEOWWW!”

Mercifully, she relases you to bury her face into her arms. “I can’t believe it,” heaves Hime, “one of our best and brightest, the Vice Captain of the Gojackoff Suckstoru Hate Club, seduced by that vile tempter—temptro—whatever the male equivalent of a temptress is!”

“There, there.” You’re petting her again, but this time it’s more or less to keep her hair from soaking in the condensation puddling beneath her beer. “Gojo’s not that bad. In fact, he’s actually quite good—”

“I don’t need to hear how good he is in bed!”

“I was going to say he’s a good person,” you snap.

“Sure.”

You’re not certain what compels you to defend him so vehemently. You highly doubt that Gojo would do the same for you, upset with you as he is. But for years, you’ve been unnecessarily cruel to him. His greatest crime is being mildly (and probably facetiously) self-centered and annoying, no doubt traced back to a childhood of neglect and a young adulthood of idolatry. He’s good to you. He’s good to everyone, to varying degrees.

“He’s actually really nice when he wants to be. He only teases you because he knows it’ll get a rise out of you and he thinks that’s funny.” By now, the bar’s interest has waned from Utahime’s earlier outburst. Only the bartender, who looks torn between cutting you off and serving you more in the interest of eavesdropping, is paying any attention. “And yeah, it’s not great that he’s almost thirty and still desperate for attention. But Satoru is caring and strong and he makes me feel safe in a way that I’ve never felt since—that I…”

There’s a pin drop silence—spiritually, not literally—as the realization settles in  your gut.

“Oh my God,” Utahime breathes. “You’re in love with him.”

Your kneejerk reaction is to deny it. You can’t be in love, because that somehow lessens what you once had, what was torn from you all too soon. But you’d said it yourself—he makes you feel a certain type of way.

The heat of being enveloped in a loving embrace, once upon a time ripped from you and crushed and crushed by so much pressure that it turned into the diamonds sitting on your left hand, now instead the fluttery warmth you feel when Gojo smiles at you. Or when he sits beside you and his hand sits comfortably on your lower back. Or when he laughs at one of your jokes, a throaty chuckle a million times more genuine than his goblin cackle. Or when the two of you lie together in silence—oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen miraculously arranged in a beau ideal of the lovers’ embrace, touch as soft as satin and solace made sublime.

Words are how everything got all messed up. But in the quiet, the vacuum of your touch, it had felt like fate that you would be in each other’s arms. A sense of belonging, a clicking into place. It’s just that you hadn’t understood how to translate it yet. And now you know.

“I’m in love with Gojo.”

“That’s what I said.”

“I have to tell him.”

“What?!” squawks Utahime. She nearly launches herself off of her stool in her mad scramble to snatch your phone from you. “Put that away! I can’t let you do this!”

Her words are partially garbled by where she’s smushed up against your protective barrier (also known as your right shoulder), her hands clawing in the air for your device. Joke’s on her, you’d been staring longingly at your texts the entire night, so all it takes is a tap onto his contact photo—Satoru mid-snore, mouth unflatteringly ajar and a trickle of drool spilling down a corner, with a full view up his nose—and then another tap to call him. You raise your voice to hear yourself over the dial tone. “He hasn’t said more than seven words to me in a couple o’ weeks, okay? I need—I needa tell him I’m sorry for being such a dumbass—”

“Did your voice crack? Are you crying?!”

“Shut up.” You blow your nose on your sopping wet napkin, sending nut casings showering onto your lap and Utahime’s hair. What remains of the rational part of you says you might be getting kicked out pretty soon.

Gojo picks up on the third ring. He sounds half-asleep, and you can almost see him rubbing his eyes. “Hullo…?”

‘Oh, it is pretty late, isn’t it? My bad!’

‘Apologies for disturbing your slumber, my good friend.’

‘This sounds like a bad time. I’ll call back tomorrow.’

All of these are perfectly reasonable things to say to someone you’ve clearly just woken up. Not, “Hey, I’m so in love with you it makes me stupid.”

He’s so quiet for so long that you pull the phone away from your ear to check if he’d hung up on you. You barely manage to put it back in time to hear him ask, “Are you drunk right now?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point.” Leave it to Gojo to get stuck on the little things. “The point is that you make me a better version of myself. A happier version of myself, giddy like I’m fifteen years old and the popular boy at school actually smiled at me and not the pretty girl behind me, overjoyed like my husband of fifty-five years remembers that I like my yakisoba with pickled ginger even though it’s been so long and the dementia’s starting to set in.”

Utahime smacks your cheek, bringing you back on track.

“Except you’re not my husband, because you’re mad at me,” you gasp, taking a second to catch your breath. “And to be honest, I don’t blame you. I was really mean to you both to your face and behind your back. Utahime and Shoko and I have a group chat where we talk shit.”

Utahime smacks you again, harder this time for throwing her under the bus.

“But I love you. I love you and how you make me feel, all warm inside, like I deserve to be loved. I love you and how you know every part of me, from every inch of my skin to every dark crevice of my heart. I love you and I want you to feel the same way about me. I want you to want me, to want my comfort, to want my touch, to want me next to you. I love you, Gojo Satoru.”

There’s silence again, but it’s soon curtailed by a noise that could either be a bemused exhale or just Gojo rolling over. You choose, in all of your inebriated optimism, to believe it’s the former. “That was a nice speech,” Gojo hums. “Think you can give it to me again when you’re sober?”

“In spirit, sure,” you reply. “Probably not in those specific words. Should I have written that down? Shit, Hime, what did I say?”

He laughs, fond and forgiving. A far cry from the careful distance, meticulously tailored to his customary puckishness, that seemed nearly insurmountable just a few hours earlier. “I’m holding you to that,” he says. “So drink some water and go to bed. I don’t want you to miss breakfast tomorrow because you got so plastered you slipped in the shower and cracked your head open.”

“Breakfast tomorrow? It’s a date.” You ignore the violent gagging noises beside you. “I’ll see you soon, handsome.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. It’s like your cheeks are superglued to this position, a warm fluttery feeling in your chest and stomach that won’t go away. Perhaps it wasn’t as reciprocal of a response as he could’ve given, but he’d already told you he loved you. It was up to you to return the favor. All you could do is hope that he hadn’t changed his mind, and the fact that he’d wanted to meet seems to lean in your favor.

You might get your happily ever after, for once. For years, you thought it was beyond your reach. But now, with Gojo, there’s a chance.

Gently patting your drinking buddy on the back, you shake your head. “That’s why you don’t fake vom, hon, it’ll make you actually heave.” You give Utahime one last smack, making her body jerk, though it’s really more self-congratulatory than anything else.

“Besides, you should be happy for me. Didn’t you hear? I got the most powerful man in the world to fall in love with me.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anodt tag. #jjk fic. #ding ding ding the dumbass finally figured it out!!!!! #and then shibuya happens LMFAO

[faintlyglow]

Hi, could you tell us about your red valley headcanons? Would love to read them c:

hi!!! i have many red valley thoughts, but only a quarter of them are coherent lol

FIRST...not a headcanon, but man, what a show. The way they depict different personalities and themes...ah, it makes me very emotional.

Additional thoughts and headcanons below the cut !

Okay, SO. Warren Godby. The man, the myth, the incredibly traumatized legend. I am rotating him in mind microwave like 24/7.

Bisexual Warren is true and canon in my heart lol. I don't know how actual show canon will shake out, but he's a bi king in my heart.

I imagine that, whether or not his parents were actively religious, he comes from a culturally Christian background. I can so easily imagine him coming from a Catholic background, for many reasons but also bc it would be so thematically tragic for him.

In canon, he makes an offhand comment that the "original Sega MegaDrive" was like his best friend when he was a kid. This comment makes me! Insane! Thinking about how fucked up his childhood must have been. Especially considering that his dad bought him game consoles and stuff as a poor excuse for rampant domestic abuse.

^^ From those two pieces of information, I imagine Warren as a just...chronically lonely and isolated kid. Like, even if he had friends, I don't imagine he had many or that the ones he had were ones he felt emotionally close to.

Also, as a kid who grew up around domestic abuse and was heavily traumatized, Warren probably did not have an especially great handle on his emotions throughout childhood and teen years. I can so imagine him like, ages 6-8, really struggling to contain and deal with negative feelings, and as a result probably getting in a little trouble at school sometimes

Annnnnd, I will stop there so I don't ramble too long. Warren is my special little guy!! His story makes me so sad, even before the cryonic nonsense lol

#red valley #if i had less self control and more manic energy i could genuinely write an essay discussing red valley-warren and themes of trauma/abuse

[avianyuh]

Making Time- Mark Lee

You had been working as a dancer for entertainment companies since you graduated High School. You had no interest of becoming an idol, you just loved to dance. Many of your friends would constantly tell you that they thought you should audition for a Kpop agency. But since you liked your privacy and tended to lean on the shy side, you enjoyed just being one of the background dancers.

You did a rotation at multiple companies. Sometimes you'd be at Cube Entertainment, next month it'd be JYP. This month you were at SM. You liked Sm Entertainment the most out of all the places you worked because of a special someone...

Your boyfriend. Mark Lee of NCT.

You see, here's where things get complicated. You loved dancing, but you also loved your privacy. So how is it possible to date a Kpop idol, especially one from an extremely famous group and company as a whole?

Well, you never really got to see him much. Mainly spending most of your time FaceTiming after work. You were both extremely busy. You basically had the schedule of a Kpop idol, just not the status of one. It's why your relationship worked so well, because you were both busy and you both understood time management. And when one of you had to cancel (usually Mark), the other didn't have any hard feelings.

But this month you would be working with Aespa as a dancer for their new comeback and that gave you an opportunity to sneak around to see Mark since you'd be in the same building.

Because there's 27 members of NCT, not all of them knew Mark well enough to know that he was in a relationship, so only the members closest to him knew. Johnny, his hypeman would make up excuses for Mark to see you every once in a while. Johnny was actually responsible for having Mark ask you out in the first place.

You two had met for the first time when you had been assigned to work with 127 for their comeback two years ago and since everyone in the group was very chatty with the dancers, conversations started between everyone. So naturally, you happened to start speaking to Mark. You thought he was cute, but to be fair, you had worked with a lot of attractive guys over the years as a dancer and you didn't think your conversation with him (discussing the choreography) would lead to anything romantic. You remember blushing every time you made eye contact, and he kept smiling at you and he was just so kind and you felt that sinking feeling of this is too good to be true and you wanted to stop talking to him for that reason but at the same time keep the conversation going forever. You hated crushes, and you had to be professional. So when break time was over and everybody went back to positions to do the choreography, you tried to refocus.

However that was cut short when you looked in the practice mirror and saw him staring at you and your eyes went wide. You averted your eyes to the ground for a second before looking back up. Now his eyes were looking downwards but you could see a smirk playing on his lips. You had to admit to yourself, you were intrigued by him...

After the practice, you were packing up your bag and waving goodbye to a few dancers you had become friendly with since you had worked with them before, you turned around when you felt a tap on your shoulder. There a flustered looking Mark stood with a confident looking Johnny holding him by the shoulder. Johnny briefly introduce himself and then looked over at Mark as he tried to hold in a laugh. "Hey, I think uh...my friend here has something to ask you...He's a little awkward so just keep that in mind". You looked over at Mark, noticing how his face was bright red as he avoiding your gaze. You glanced at yourself in the mirror behind them for a second, nothing how you too had a bright red complexion. You wondered if it was the four hour dance practice or the hot guy hitting on you that made your face turn tomato red?

"I uh...was wondering...", he had his hand on the back of his neck and his eyes were darting around the practice room. You watched as Johnny nudged him in his side before he continued speaking, "If you're ever free, if you want! Totally up to you, um, maybe...you'd want to get...I don't know...a...coffee?, with...me? Sometime? Maybe?", he finished looking so unsure of himself you felt like giving him a hug just to comfort him. You shyly nodded your head yes and you watched as his tight lipped expression turned into the biggest smile you had ever seen. "So uh, when works for you. Like what time?", he asked eagerly pulling out his phone. You explained when you were free and you exchanged numbers.

The next day after another practice you sat across from him at a back table in a cafe. You were nervous, he was nervous, but conversation despite everything, flowed naturally between the two of you. You spoke about how you got into dancing, he told you about how he joined SM. You spoke about your interests, favorite music, and of course the next time you'd be able to see each other. After the first date, the rest was history.

It was hard at first, you were both new to relationships, and you hadn't realized how hard it would be to not only go out on dates without Mark being recognized. But just being able to schedule the dates in the first place. That's why you being assigned to SM was so convenient.

The choreography was tough, and you sat on the floor conversing with the other dancers for a few minutes before you glanced at your phone and noticed the time. Mark had texted you earlier telling you to meet him at 1:30 pm, as no one needed him at that time, he was also preparing for a comeback, which took even more time away from your relationship so you made sure you were able to see him today.

You got up and told the other dancers that you had to run out for a minute, making sure nobody wanted to follow you. You thought back to when you and Mark first started dating and you were supposed to meet outside, so you told the other dancers you were going to the cafeteria and they all wanted to follow you, which ruined your meetup.

As you rounded the corner, you saw Mark at the end of the hallway waving at you. You ran towards him and he engulfed you in a hug. You hadn't seen each other in person in weeks so for you two, it was a bit emotional.

He kissed you and you realized just how much you missed him.

"So...", he asked, "I have an hour, what do you want to do?"

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A/N: Hellooooooo people. WOW, haven't written for NCT in a long time, but as a nctizen since like...2018 or something, it wasn't hard getting back into the swing of things. This piece started out as literally nothing and then voila, this happened. BTW, I'm writing this on a computer!!!, after years of typing on my phone I'm finally a professional.

-Sorry for any typos btw

*Also, the whole kpop dancer thing might not be completely accurate, I've seen a few dancers who worked at SM also work for Cube and Hybe or something, so I assumed that some dancers work for multiple companies. I know that for example, YG dancers mainly only work at YG, so they weren't mentioned for accuracy reasons to the story. I also just don't really like YG as a company lol*

Anyways, I think I'll starting writing for SVT, and maybe, POSSIBLY, Shinee. I'm not sure yet, I would consider myself a baby shawol lol, but I think writing for SVT would be easy because I've been a fan since 2017/2018 not sure... I might had written for SVT before but I don't remember.

Anyways I will continue writing for NCT. Not sure where I stand with BTS. I have a short post on my account that explains my problems with BTS. Anyways if anyone has a request feel free to send it in.

I currently write/take requests for: NCT EXO SEVENTEEN SHINEE BTS *I still take requests if you have them, but organic stories directly from me...not sure as of now*

#nct #nct 127 #mark lee #nct fanfic #nct mark #nct writing #kpop writing #nct blurbs #nct scenarios

[antelopunny]

no one tagged me i simply enjoy talking about myself in the absence of actually writing

5 Songs

(opens spotify wrapped)

Slow Bloom - The Home Team

Dancing Demons - Space Weather

Gunners in the Rain - Mili

萬千花蕊慈母悲哀 - 珂拉琪

The Mad Stone - Everything Everything

Questions

1. Three ships you like:

about to self-report on my taste so hard rn

Idira Tlass / Jae Heydari (Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader) - OKAY LOOK. I know people are here because I write that Yrliet fic but listen up. At first I thought of them as perfect besties, which is ALSO a great flavour, but then I began rotating Idira in my mind on full blast like a 900W microwave and I went CRAZY. Like, just, okay, let me try to summarize my thoughts... so Idira, she's brash, she's loud-mouthed, she's talented as FUCK and despite being an unsanctioned psyker has beaten all the millions of odds stacked against her, but pretty soon after meeting her, you can brush past her tough facade and realise she's just aching for someone she can Be Real with. You go deeper and you realise she was raised to be a weapon for warlords to use but then one day a knight in shining armour named Theodora von Valancius busted her out, swept her off her feet and spirited her away into the stars. She wants that back, in the end: someone she can lean on, hug her when shit is rough, stay with her until the inevitability of her gruelling end at the hands of the warp. AND THEN ENTER JAE HEYDARI, a supposed 'princess' of a faraway kingdom who seemingly wants a handsome (and very rich) prince to save her, but pretty quickly you can see past the act and know that Jae is a total freebird who knows that the only person she can count on is herself. But even so, she's fiercely loyal and would happily march into a cold death if that meant saving those she cared for (as many unfortunately found out because of Jae's Act 4 quest bugging). So it's Idira, the 'witch-diviner of fates' with seemingly unbreakable will, a valiant 'dark knight'-type figure holding back horrors unseen all while quietly yearning to be saved, + Jae, the 'runaway princess of Efreet' with unyielding charm and luxurious airs, a beautiful 'blooming rose waiting to be plucked'-type of girl that under the surface is chasing after her destiny all on her own two feet, because who the hell needs a Prince Charming when your name is Jae fucking Heydari? LISTEN. LISTEN OKAY THE ROLE REVERSAL. THE UNEXPECTED INTERTWINING OF THEIR FATES IN OPPOSITE SIDES OF A DANCE. GUYS DO YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYI

Trahearne / Pact Commander (Guild Wars 2) - Most people haven't played GW2 at all. But a lot of people have played FFXIV. So imagine a Haurchefant-type figure that, if you choose to start as a Sylvari, has been with you having your back the whole tile, sets up the whole We Gonna Save The World organization and trusts in you to be one of his top commanders, takes the lead but in truth is always looking upon you to be his sunlight and shining spear, you are the only one that sees through the brave face he has put up this whole time for the sake of fighting the good fight, you are the one he trusts with who he is, and then the first expansion of the game comes out and he FUCKIGNGEWOI HOGESWHIIO EGIJJiaewhioewh JHAHAhsahifEGHIWHW EIEWGi NOOoOoOO anyway you should play critically acclaimed MMO Guild Wars 2 it's got a free trial all the way up to the first expansion Heart of Thorns, is a 'buy once play forever' type of MMO so you don't have to pay a sub, and is constantly updating with new story PLEASE PLAY IT WITH ME PLEASE

Zheng Chenggong / Zhou Yu (Fate/Samurai Remnant) - Yes, that Ming loyalist guy who exorcised the Dutch from Taiwan + that Romance of the Three Kingdoms twink who dabbed on Cao Cao. I have no excuse for this one. They got that twin souls separated over 1300 years shit with a heavy heaping of 'time is a flat circle and nothing we ever do will matter in the end' on top of it. Zheng Chenggong is also, uh... it gets worse the more I talk about it so I'll just stop here. If you know you know.

2. First ship ever: ...probably N Harmonia / the Pokemon B/W player character. What was it? FerrisWheelShipping??????? I was like 12 years old okay you gotta leave me alone

3. Last song you heard: Persephone in the Garden - Aidoneus. I've had it on loop while writing. It, uh... it's a mood.

4. Favorite Childhood Book: My dad made me read The Little Prince when I was a kid and I regarded it with the blind childlike wonder an idiot 7 year old would, without understanding all the underlying whispers of tragedy. I reread it along with footnotes detailing the author's shit life and the backdrop of the Vichy Regime and I was like. What the fuck father why did you give this to me

5. Currently Reading: The Sea of Fertility tetralogy. Again. Yukio Mishima's ghost constantly possesses me and forces me to reread his 800 page long suicide note

6. Currently Watching: DUNGEON MESHI! OooOooH DUNGEON MESHI (narrator voice)

7. Currently Craving: Sleep. Good fucking night

simply do this if you wish, tag games are simply a tumblr dot com psy-op to make you anxious about bothering people

#rogue trader spoilers #antelposting #tw: suicide mention

[roberrtphilip]

morgan/tyson headcanons? 👀

lowkey they're funny to think about because canon gave us like. next to nothing but I still rotate them every now and then for funsies. also, they have a cut song called "Something Different This Year" that's one of my faves, it's Very Cute.

but okay, let's dive in.

I like to think they're a reverse of Robert & Giselle, with Morgan being the more grumpy, sarcastic one, and Tyson the more happy-go-lucky, outgoing one.

Tyson is really good at math, which is Morgan's weakest subject, so a lot of their early interactions involve him tutoring her, except there's hardly any actual tutoring going on because they're teenagers with crushes on each other, so of course, they awkwardly flirt with each other instead.

While Morgan did have crushes in the past, Tyson's the first guy she actually tried pursuing, and is her first boyfriend.

also, they're both bisexual. important to know.

Tyson was really nervous about their first Valentine's Day because he knew he was Morgan's first boyfriend, and he wanted to make sure he really swept her off her feet, but he's just a Boy !!! He doesn't know how to sweep anyone off their feet !! He ends up awkwardly going to the Philip house when, of course, Edward is there, and tries to ask Robert for advice, but Robert's like "I'm the worst person you could possibly ask, and please don't listen to him, Morgan does not want you to serenade her."

In the end, Tyson plans a picnic at the park, and they watch the clouds, and eat chocolate, and it's wonderful, and Morgan loves it !!

Also, while Morgan might not admit it, she wouldn't have minded if Tyson sang for her because she knows he can sing, and can play guitar, and she loves his voice.

Been thinking more about what teen Morgan might be into, and I randomly settled on volleyball, and when she tries out for the team, Tyson's really excited about it. He plays basketball, and when they can, they go to each other's games and cheer each other on.

Morgan definitely steals his letterman jacket regularly, and Tyson teases her about it because it's so big on her.

Malvina is not. Thrilled about them dating because she's still not the biggest fan of Giselle, but she's trying !!! She really is. And Tyson appreciates the effort. And while she doesn't care that much for Giselle, she does think Morgan's a nice girl.

Giselle, on the other hand, is very happy about it, and doesn't think twice about the fact that he's Malvina's son.

A lot of their early "dates" consisted of them babysitting Sofia at the park (which, Morgan kind of used babysitting as an excuse to go see him, but it worked out because Sofia got to play with worms !!)

There's like, a million different festivals, and gatherings, and town parties in Monroeville, and Tyson always takes Morgan. She isn't a huge fan of socializing, or dancing, but she will allow herself to be dragged around by her boyfriend, because it makes him happy.

Tyson is tall !! (6ft apparently) and Morgan is Not, and usually she loves it, but sometimes he messes with her by holding stuff above up above their heads so she can't reach, and it drives her nuts.

It takes awhile before Morgan feels comfortable telling Tyson about Andalasia, because she was worried about what would happen if they broke up, and she wasn't sure she wanted share family secrets like that. But eventually, she does tell him, and he's just like. "Wow. That explains... a lot. So, you weren't just being sarcastic when you said your mom is made of magic...?"

He gets to visit Andalasia a few times, and thinks it's really cool !!

After they graduate high school, they move into a little apartment in the city (they're lucky they both have rich parents who will happily pay for whatever they want) and go to college, and live happily ever after, etc. etc.

Also, neither of them can cook like. At All. They bicker back and forth about it because "all your mom does is bake, how do you not know anything!!!" "that's all your mom does too !!!!!! why don't you know anything!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" but they learn eventually !!! eventually !!

#wow thank you I had more logged in my brain then I thought #how fun. I love them. #tyson's so fun to think abt he's like an oc to Me #also tried writing a fic about them today. unsure if I like it yet but it's getting there. I think #lumiereandcogsworth #ask #tyson monroe #morgan philip #hc #disenchanted #enchanted #certified enchanted moment™️

[shivunin]

gently tosses you Fenris and Sebastian for the character meme

Carefully catches them both, but Fenris is kinda prickly and I fumble him a lil bit.

(Thank you for asking! c:)

(Character Ask thing)

Fenris

First impression: oh fuck did he just rip that dude's heart out through his back 😳(i am absolutely projecting this reaction onto Maria haha)

Impression now: I mean. there's no going back at this point lol. Dude altered my brain chemistry permanently. He is an asshole, he is deeply flawed, he is so hurt and angry and funny and so shockingly poetic. He is gorgeous and so unsure about anyone caring about him (platonically or romantically). He is loyal to a fault. He is still figuring out how to be his own person. He's the reason I got back into reading fic, and thus the reason I started writing fic and participating in the fandom at all. I don't even know what my opinion is anymore because that is how much I have thought about Fenris. I am rotating him in my mind at shocking speeds.

Favorite moment: It's a tie between the moment after he rips out Danarius's heart and turns to look at Hawke like 🥺-and- his final monologue. I also think his conversation w the mabari is really sweet. Or lol his "I was just glad. To see you. That's all." from the Legacy DLC

Idea for a story: *gestures to fic idea mountain* haha. But as for ones I have not written, my favorites are my "worst road trip with my future sister-in-law ever/fenris gets kidnapped" story (which i am writing very slowly rn) and one where there's some sort of double of Hawke and he has to determine which is the real her (I love this trope)

Unpopular opinion: Oh man. I have no idea. I guess that I enjoy the Bitter Pill -> Questioning Beliefs quest order version of the romance scene, but I also like the other one. There are painful pieces to both of them and that's what it's all about for me.

Favorite relationship: Fenris and Isabela. I love that they're constantly needling each other.

Favorite headcanon: The bodies in his foyer are practice dummies dressed in robes.

As funny as "Fenris lives in a literal mansion of corpses is," that level of squalor does, in fact, make you sick. Also...after six years, there are no signs of decomposition? With how many rats are sure to live in Kirkwall? I don't think so.

I like to imagine someone broke in at some point, saw the corpses on the floor, said "oh, no thank you, actually" and dipped, and Fenris went "Hmm. Now wait a moment, maybe I'm onto something."

So: that's my headcanon. The bodies are fake and he lets everyone think they're real/everyone jokes that they're real because it's a good bit. Now, does he leave his bedroom a hot hot mess always just because? Yes. But I think the bodies are fake.

Sebastian

*With the caveat that I have only started one pt with Sebastian because my console hates me (has to be plugged into an internet port directly to run the Exiled Prince DLC and there isn't one in the room with the TV) and most of my initial information was based on the fandom:

First impression: Ah, he must be the designated Religious Character for this game as a counterpoint to the dude who hates the Chantry. Got it.

Impression now: I am shaking him in a jar. He is such a wild study in contrasts?? When you do the quest in the Hahriman's mansion and one of the dudes is getting with the maid and Sebastian apologizes to Hawke for exposing them to it---I said "Excuse me, sir???" out loud. Like what? In a ~dark fantasy~ game, this guy is apologizing for you seeing some slap and tickle?

I think he wants so badly to believe that the world is black and white so he can do the right thing, and when confronted with all its variegations instead he creates exceptions. Lots of other characters do this, too (see: Fenris and Hawke/Bethany being "good" mages because they are stronger than the others and thus not tempted by demons/blood magic) but I think Sebastian particularly plays in the grey spaces in an interesting way.

Also, I think the running theme of him wanting vengeance/wanting to not want vengeance is fascinating in the light of that final scene at the Chantry. He's talked about trying to forgive before, but when it comes down to it he wants to kill Anders or march on Kirkwall if you won't let him. That is fascinating to me. I do really want to finish this playthrough with him so I can see the rest of it play out, but...we will get there.

Also, I think it's a bummer that he frequently gets left out of companion round-ups and lists. I get that he comes from a DLC, but love him or hate him he's a really interesting character in 2.

Favorite moment: I don't have a favorite, but anytime he's talking tbh. He has a really lovely voice

Idea for a story: I have a half-written thing about Sebastian and the role that faith plays in Hawke recovering from Leandra's death. A lot of it is coming to terms with the fact that Hawke doesn't really believe in Chantry doctrine...but it does genuinely help her to know that someone who shared Leandra's faith is praying for her in the way she would have wanted. He also does the service for Leandra even though Elthina offered (it was like. the only thing Hawke asked for: Sebastian has to do the service).

(A lot of this is inspired by the fact that he is one of the few companions who has lost his parents---not "never knew them" or "hated them and now they're gone" but actually lost them, complicated as their relationship was. And I think it's something that would help her in that moment)

Unpopular opinion: I liked bringing him on Anders' act 2 quest. Not only because of my own internal narrative (Maria asks Sebastian to kill her if it seems like the templars will take her because she is terrified of being made Tranquil and because she knows he'll do it if she can make him promise; all of which I find delightfully angsty) but because I think the conflict between Anders and Sebastian is exceptionally interesting if you've taken them on this quest together.

Favorite relationship: Sebastian and Fenris. I think they each challenge each other's ideas about the world and I like the way Sebastian treats Fenris. It feels nonjudgmental to me.

Favorite headcanon: Sebastian wanders Lowtown trying to help people in his off time. I refuse to believe that he actually hangs out in the Chantry all the time, and it seems like something he would find noble. I like to believe he spends time with the refugees after befriending Hawke, trying to connect them with the resources they need to find stability.

#Thank you for asking!! #i have more sebastian thoughts than i realized sdakjnf #sebastian fascinates me i was not joking about shaking him in a jar #ask response #ask game response #but here's what happened re: fenris #started reading ship fic with him because the game wasn't satisfying enough -> found damn good fic -> #romanced cullen in inquisition -> could not find fic i wanted to read -> guess i'll have to write it myself #(but haha i will never write fic for fenris that would be silly; look at all the good stuff that already exists! what more could *i* say?) #-> so much fic. so much. -> okay maybe i will just write a little bit of 2 fic -> now (gestures to fic pile) #anyways. i love him and i can't romance anyone else in 2 no matter how hard i try