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insane4fandoms · 2 years

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Sorry, it’s me again! But uh… headcanons? Could I see your headcanons about the Matt egos?

*plops down and leans forward like a child eagerly waiting for story time*

Gather around children, gather around. Time to tell you the list of my headcanons for these theatrical bitches

Madpat

- He’s like a dog, you scold him, he’ll look like you kicked him and will give you those 🥺 eyes. But don’t be fooled! Shield your eyes from the dangers of Madpat’s look of innocence!

- He also brings dead things to people he likes, like a cat bringing dead birds. He is proud at what he brought, and wants you to put it up like a trophy.

- He brandishes that flame throwing chainsaw like it’s his baby. Hold it in his sleep like a stuff toy.

- While he was in prison, he was going to kill everyone there, but met a special someone who loves theater as much as he does. But why the weird Jersey accent if he’s from Ohio?

- You know his teddy costume? That’s his sensory onesie, he likes the way it feels and feels happy when he wears it.

- After the fire, he got burn marks all over his body, but to him it’s a sign that he always comes back. Get it…? No…? Okay-

Detective

- After the hot dog eating contest, Detective would no longer look at a hotdog the same again. He feels very nauseous at the mere sight of them.

- He still have nightmares about the Strong Man, feeling the pressure around his neck from his grip.

- Hates the sounds of snake slithering, makes his skin crawl.

- He misses Ro, and he feels like wherever his badge is, it’s keeping her comfort. It’s a sign to tell Ro that he’ll always be with her.

- He sleeps with Blanche at night, cuddling up into the stuffed horse while remembering the good times at the carnival.

- Is an expert at creating antidotes for any occasion, always be prepared he would always say.

Hermit

- I already added that he shakes like a dog when he gets wet, but I would also like to say after the shower, he shakes like that one rat video.

- He used to carve things into his wall, and became a habit in carving into random things. Rocks, walls, clothes, mattresses, people.

- A master at baking. Doesn’t matter if it’s meat or pastries, he could make Gordon Ramsey eat his heart out. One thing he can’t make is anything vegetable related, he’s likes a Middle Earth dwarf; he can’t stand vegetables.

- He also has the habit of collecting shiny objects, paperclips, rings, coins, spoons, anything that catches his eye.

- When he gets bored, he likes to make his own stories, then puts in more details to cover plot holes, then it becomes world building, then… he makes theories… ah… I see what they have in common.

Mack

- Has a sweet tooth, but doesn’t like admitting it since he believes it’s embarrassing. He would sneak into the pantry and nibbles on the cookies until Hermit caught him one night, and was happy that Mack likes his pastries.

- Has plants because it’s something only he has control over in his life. But he cares for those plants too, one touch from others and you’ll have a broken femur.

- He likes the cold, goes to Cryo every so often to relax and enjoy the cool air. That’s how Celci and Mack became mutuals, they both always complain about Mark’s antics.

- He’s a germaphobe, and carries hand sanitizer everywhere. That’s why he also likes the cold, it kills bacteria and he’ll feel safe.

- Even though he’s hates germs, he’s also touch starved. He never dated anyone, but someone he had a crush on hurt him so. So he also got them trust issues too. Poor man.

Warfpat

- Unlike Wilford who brandished his iconic butterfly knife, Warfpat carries a pair of scissors, he likes the way it slices through things.

- He thinks himself as the dad, and sees Matpat the mom, even though Matt is annoyed by his labeling. The others make fun of Matt and call him mom ironically and calls Warf dad, which makes him happy.

- Doesn’t sleep much. It’s not like he is nocturnal or has sleep deprivation, he physically doesn’t sleep, the amount of energy he has is immaculate. He likes to copy the others and sleep so he would relate to the egos.

- Warf likes to make scripts for his next interview, whether it’s for games or movies, he likes to post the scripts on the wall to see how it would look. He has Detective, Matt, and Mack to have second opinions, which makes him happy.

- He also likes stray cats. He walks around the streets and feeds them and gives them water. He wants to take them home but his studio manager doesn’t allow it, so feeding them is the next best thing.

- And the one things every egos have in common… is that they all love theater. You can’t change my mind on this.

#iswm mack #madpat #ahwm the hermit #warfpat #the detective

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moopsloops · 2 years

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Maple’s Melfel Megapost: Lovesick Obsession and Conspiracy-Style Origins

I mean the title says it all. I’m here to scream about Melfel. Main points are his relation with Elhaza and my thoughts regarding backstory. Very long post ahead, feel free to read but uhh TL;DR I love melfel a very normal amount. BF2 spoilers ahead, questionable accuracy at some parts bc I’m not a lore expert, but I put a lot of time into this so hopefully it's mostly accurate, coherent, or entertaining to read if nothing else.

First off, shoutout to @/symonynii for sharing the bf2 translation w me, all the script quotes are from their work, thank you for fueling my brainrot and permanently altering my brain structure. Quotes from that translation will be this fun purple >:) Translations from Rexona will be this cool green :p Also melfel is referred to with he/she/they in this doc just fyi

Melfel is a massive simp for Elhaza

When investigating this relationship, it’s very obvious Melfel has this obsessive near-worship level of respect for Elhaza. If you took a shot every time Melfel reiterated that everything they do is for Elhaza (or “that man”... haha edgeworth vibes just call that mf your husband) you would die from alcohol poisoning, he constantly talks about it. But they also trust Elhaza with their life, or at least enough for some soul-related experimentation to take place:

"Melfel: Yes~ Oh, but don’t worry. I’m only a clone that contains part of my spirit. I was made by Elhaza"

"My existence is only for Elhaza, please do not misunderstand that..." (Resonance line from BFR). This level of devotion is just ffsdfdfsldfldfsdfldf. My brain melts. He gets irked if you assume he's working for Nogreth due to loyalty for Nogreth's cause, he wants to reiterate that he is loyal to Elhaza above all else. Man. Same sentiment is shown here too:

"Tiny Melfel: ...Of course. Everything is for Neo Orcus. Of course~

Tiny Melfel, to himself: Well, for me, it’s more like “everything is for Mr. Elhaza”. I only exist for that person..."

I have already gushed about this development multiple times but it drives me crazy. Melfel starts the game being completely unable to comprehend how someone can sacrifice themselves for the sake of others

"Melfel: Oops... hey, I wonder what I should do now... To give yourself up to protect others... how does one act on such a feeling?"

And then at the end of the game he sacrifices his life to protect Elhaza and his work from the protags it drives me feral. Their bond with Elhaza, their love for him pushed them to make the ultimate sacrifice all for him. It makes me crazy, how much love and devotion one has to learn and accept how much they would give up.

Adding on, Melfel’s last words?????

“Elhaza......I... always….”

I always WHAT?? I always loved you???? It’s very specific structure, it can’t be spun in some way like “I was honored to serve you” it sounds like a full-on love confession. Having a man’s name be your last words as you try to address them one last time,,, idk seems pretty gay gay homosexual to me.

Also, this bit kind of dives into headcanon territory, but I view the tiny melfels as fragments of Melfel’s soul, so it’s crazy and emotionally gutting how even after death a part of Melfel’s soul cares about Elhaza, it makes me feral this clown is so in love. Her love extends past life and death and every part of her soul screams about her love for Elhaza, it's just aaahdjshjkssdskadsdk peak romance.

“(we see tiny melfel carrying elhaza’s mask across a black screen, and he grins at us)”

And this Rexona voice line drives me crazy like OH MY GOD???? This is so much. mf wants him so bad.

"Elhaza is everything to me. What he wants is what I want. His enemies are my enemies."

Elhaza’s feelings (or lack thereof)

Now it’s a lot more difficult to find examples of Elhaza’s thoughts about Melfel bc we just. Don’t see much of him and he rarely talks about them which is :/ And it also can just read as Elhaza doing the bare minimum to keep Melfel in line with him instead of genuine sentiments. But there are some instances.

Most notably when Melfel leaves for their final encounter with the protags, they mentions how they had to ask Elhaza to face you, Elhaza didn’t originally want/order Melfel to be out there and likely took some persuasion to agree to let them go. So maybe he does care? He seems to have held some concern for her safety, because as this point Nogreth’s demon lords have kind of been falling apart both internally and with the protags taking them down

“Melfel: ...You can say whatever you want, but we have something to do. It’s for that reason that I asked Mr. Elhaza to send me back here. It’s ridiculous to think that you’re the protagonists of this world~”

Additionally there’s this whole dynamic they have before encountering the protags and og gang together ft. Melfel being so so excited and hyped about working with Elhaza while he’s just like “cool :/ ”.

"Melfel: Mr. Elhaza himself will go? This is unusual. I thought the interception would be left to me.

Elhaza: ...It’s not a bad idea to get a look at their faces.

Melfel: Oh, I’ll come and help you! It’ll be an honor~

Elhaza: ...Hmph."

Just gonna drop this here too because it’s a fun moment, Elhaza really just said “lmao go crazy”. I think he has some sentiments towards Melfel, but it’s not nearly as much as Melfel holds for him.

“Melfel: Of course~ I’ll get support for Hilda and Lune... And above all, the killing of weak summoners~

Elhaza: Hm... enjoy yourself. You might be able to use support from Shaia in some cases.

Melfel: I understand~ And now, I’ll…”

They both really have a thing for encouraging each other to kill and complimenting murder. Typical evil lovers behavior.

"Melfel: As expected, Mr. Elhaza! An instant kill as always, it’s wonderful~

Elhaza: ......

Melfel: Ah.... but it looks like you’re not pleased.

Elhaza: ....... It seems like the damage was much lower than normal. I’ll entrust you to the rest. Do whatever you want.

Melfel: Is it alright to kill that Weisser as well?

Elhaza: I don’t care.

Melfel: Wonderful. Then I’ll have a great time~"

Of course Shida's whole character plays a role in how he expresses himself. Due to how long he's lived and extended his life, he's become very disconnected from human emotions and bonds, viewing them as something interesting to study rather than an actual experience.

"Human beings are truly interesting.

Life and death, bonds, negative emotions…no matter how much we study them, there is no end to them.

They are silly, beautiful, and irrepressible."

So it makes sense how neutral and even dismissive he is towards Melfel and his clear expressions of devotion. Additionally, Shida seems to be focused solely on his research, he sees everything as a way to advance his work.

Their relationship is inherently tragic because of how little Elhaza cares when compared to Melfel’s obsession. But because of Melfel’s nature they just don’t seem to care. Even the smallest recognition is enough for him. They feel fulfilled with what they get, even overjoyed. It makes you wonder… what did Elhaza do to cause such a strong infatuation? Well, I have a buckwild frankensteined mess of canon, headcanon, and stretches of connections to potentially explain it.

Smashing together a backstory for Melfel

Brave Frontier Rexona actually flat out states Melfel's backstory, which genuinely surprised me ngl. I just tossed this from the brave frontier library site into DeepL so hopefully it's somewhat accurate:

-Blind faith in Elhaza-

He joined Nogreth when they invaded his home world of the Otherworld.

As a man of very low status, Melfel saw Nogreth who had destroyed his world as a god of salvation.

His cunning mind and talent for magic were bought by Elhaza, and his absolute loyalty to him led him to become the head of the legion in the blink of an eye.

In addition, he seems to have led many insane subordinates.

So, Melfel is from the Otherworld, which made me cry because I had to watch all the cutscenes from the Otherworld section of the game to piece together the lore since I never reached there lmao. But more notably, Nogreth invaded Melfel's home and he viewed them as his savior. He hated his life and saw the destruction of it as a saving grace, a moment for him to achieve the greatness and power he likely desired. This low-status background ties in really hard to what Roy brought up to Melfel in their trauma mirror confrontation.

“Melfel: Every human has a wound in their heart. This mirror picks it out and shows them it~ It’s prized in my collection.”

....

“Roy: I know, Melfel. You just fool around with all your cowardly tricks, but your strength is well-hidden. You must have suffered, and harnessed that suffering for your power. And... now you’re fighting for your own reasons... right?

Melfel: ......”

That inferiority and struggle in Melfel's early life is what pushed him to follow the one that tore it all down for him, Elhaza.

Ngl this revelation made me have a mini meltdown because I didn’t notice Rexona on the brave frontier library site when I wrote the next part and this revelation poses quite a big complication which sucks bc I think it ties together a lot of themes and arcs together well and deepens melfel’s character so I’m about to commit crimes against canon.

Okay forewarning: this next part delves into unhinged conspiracy theory shit so if you’re not interested I completely understand. But this relationship gets like, 100 times crazier and more fascinating if you consider that…

Conspiracy theory: Melfel is Malef.

Hear me out please. There’s just too many similarities and connections to be coincidence:

Evil nightmare clown with prominent eye motif is a character design archetype that is ripe for possibility, the fact that Melfel and Malef are the only two (as far as I know) to exhibit this theme is crazy. And their designs are kinda similar? The Parch Misfit Malef design especially retains the similar purple stripes and eye motifs. Also it’s a fun contrast that Malef’s element is fire while Melfel’s is nature, practically the complete opposite it’s neat. And it’s reflected in their designs, transforming from Malef’s predominantly red design to the complementary green of Melfel’s design, ties into the themes of transformation and significant change between the lives of Malef and Melfel

Little bonus find: Melfel does constantly switch elements in his battles of brave frontier two dungeon and that can relate to why he has a completely different element as malef, but that has questionable canonical weight it could just be a fun mechanic. Additionally, Malef’s extra sp skills allow him to add extra elements to his bb/sbb attacks which is similar to Melfel’s event, but once again: questionable canoninity due to how frequent that buff pops up in other unrelated units’ sp buffs. It's also interesting to note that while Melfel is technically a plant/nature attuned unit his attacks are primarily flame-based, which can tie him back to Malef (ik brave frontier isn't the best at sticking with units' elements when designing attacks but it's another interesting connection).

The similar names. Idk it’s a bit too similar to be coincidence or laziness imo. There are similar names of characters throughout the games’ rosters but like. This is different. I feel it’s a bit too similar to just be unintentional.

Malef’s research being very very similar, almost identical to what Elhaza has been researching, it makes sense why they would become allies. They both are studying how to extract the powers of demons and other living magic users to create an ultimate being. Very very specific, very very fascinating how it’s these two of all characters to study this. (I elaborate more on this later, just wanted to mention this as theory proof over here).

I think that if Melfel and Malef were the same then the contrast between their two deaths would be so cool. The first time Malef "died" it was from selfishness and a desire to keep the research for himself by killing his co-researcher Holia. The second time Melfel dies it’s a selfless sacrifice to protect Elhaza and his work that he’s so passionate about. The near opposite cause of death, the growth and development and parallel is just mmmmmm it's perfect it just feels so fulfilling it all comes full circle.

Melfel is hinted to have had a tragic backstory centered around failure and not being enough.

Melfel: ......”

When Roy calls him out for it it’s notably the only time the theatric, always talking Melfel is left speechless. This focus on inferiority and inner turmoil is so etched into Malef’s character that it pushes him to murder Holia and take all the credit for their research, it makes sense that this deep fear pushes Melfel to weaponize others’ trauma and insecurities because knows firsthand the devastating mental effects it can have on a person.

Ngl I don’t know the timeline very well and am not 100% certain when Mora saved Malef but for the sake of this spiel we’re gonna assume it was wayyy before Nogreth encountered Melfel.

Eventually Melfel and Elhaza met (which I believe was quite a long while ago, I headcanon he was the first one after the OG Nogreth crew to be recruited). Anyways, Melfel repeatedly cites Elhaza as his savior and all, so what if Elhaza quite literally reconstructed Malef’s body or gave him a new vessel to inhabit? I know he was technically saved by Mora, but he’s very much lacking a proper physical form. My man is just a ball of fire with limbs, his whole torso is gone. He was also condemned to servitude for Mora. Perhaps Elhaza gave him a proper physical form and was his second savior in a sense? I think that slaps. And of course in Melfel’s eyes the role of savior demands his servitude, so out of gratitude for being freed and fully restored, he moved to serve Elhaza and join Nogreth.

Additionally, Malef’s field of study was near identical to Elhaza’s goal: creating an ultimate being by extracting and utilizing demons’ powers. Perhaps Melfel was saved because of his knowledge overlapping with Elhaza’s research. It's clear that Shida values his research over anything, so to come across someone who may have knowledge and experience that can further that knowledge? He would try and recruit them in a heartbeat lmao. Idk it’s very cool and adds so much more connection and bonding material between them. It also serves as Melfel’s backstory and an explanation for why he’s so infatuated with Elhaza (besides being rly gay ofc).

This convo shows how Melfel is more familiar and able to understand the contents of Elhaza’s research, probably because of his researcher background as Malef (side note it also shows Elhaza and Melfel reassuring and checking in with each other,,, a small chill moment between them :,) )

“Melfel: After that, my alter ego was discovered in Akras.

Elhaza: Good, you played your role well.

Melfel: By the way... how is the plan going?

Elhaza: ...Everything is going according to schedule.

Melfel: That means more to me than anything~ Finally, Mr. Elhaza’s research is in the final stages~

Elhaza: ......

Melfel: Oops, I may have snooped a little bit. I’m sorry.

Elhaza: What you did... do you know what’s going on?”

Now is it possible to tie this all in with the Otherworld backstory that Rexona presents? I will try, but we can also just take the easy way out and pretend Rexona's lore drop doesn't exist because canon is a joke. Maybe Malef fled to the Otherworld?? idk it's possible. He would have to have given up everything to flee anyways, no research no status no nothing, he would be living it rough out there, which lines up with the low status Melfel found himself living in.

To add to my case on why this theory is based and would be so good if true: there can be a lot of parallels drawn between Shida and Malef. I touched on it earlier but their similar research into harnessing god/demon power to create an ultimate being is damn near identical, as well as their undying devotion to research above all else. So in a way, Shida can be seen as a foil of Malef, as he was successful whereas Malef was horribly disfigured and condemned to servitude. So Melfel's devotion to him could also be stemming or strengthened by the perception that Elhaza is everything he wanted to be as Malef, Shida possesses the success and power that he wanted to have. He was saved from his unfulfilling life by the embodiment of everything he wanted, how could he not fall in love with him? Melfel quickly chose to work under Nogreth likely because of her insecurity she felt for her failing research as Malef, perhaps seeing this as the closest way to meet that. Then eventually along the way, likely while she chimed in input from her own similar research, her research-related motives turned to a genuine love for Elhaza. Hell, it can also provide a case for Shida having genuine feelings for Melfel. He would naturally be closer to Melfel if they had research knowledge that interested him, and through those interactions maybe that interest moved away from research to Melfel themselves, similar to how Malef's obsession with research morphed into an obsession for Elhaza.

And of course the theme of rebirth/given a second chance and falling in love with your savior, I eat that shit up it’s just so good, it fits so well and adds more dimension to Melfel’s worship, Elhaza is literally his god in this scenario, he gave him a purpose in life and a second chance to prove himself. It doesn’t get gayer than that. Melfel’s obsession with his research also seems to curb away and begin to turn into an obsession with Elhaza. If this theory is true, Neo Orcus can be seen as a fusion of Malef and Elhaza’s research, it can be seen as the embodiment of Malef’s research that he killed and died and dealt with demons for. So to see Melfel grow tired of his work, but instead have that passion turn towards Elhaza… idk it shows some sort of growth I guess? More ties to the transition from Malef caring only about research instead of partnership to Melfel caring for partnership instead of research. It draws parallels to how much passion Melfel has, how fixated they become on what they deem to be more important than life itself. It even ties into the idea of Melfel understanding sacrifice through his love for Elhaza. He would be familiar with sacrifice for research, his whole work with Neo Orcus reiterates that, but sacrifice for people? Only when he falls for Elhaza and grows more devoted to him rather than his work does he finally decide to die for a person he loves. How much love is needed for that? It’s simultaneously tragic but… beautiful in a way.

Closing words & more Nogreth ideas

Is melfel/elhaza a healthy relationship? Probably not. Is it cool and sad and fascinating to look at? Absolutely.

Yeah, thanks so much for reading, I’ve been brain-rotting over this for a while and just wanted to scream about it. Melfel obsession hasn’t died yet, it’s only become more all-consuming. Now that brave frontier died, the characters just exist in my head like ocs due to no longer having the source material being accessible in its original form so they just. Consume all my thoughts. I treat them like left-behind dolls with interesting bits of history to build off of, as if this doc doesn’t reflect that.

Uhhh some extra Nogreth thoughts real quick to cleanse your palate: Shaia was painfully underutilized and unexplored, Hilda is a lesbian it’s so obvious, Barragan and Lanford are quite possibly even gayer than melfel/elhaza, the whole Zaad being a demonlord instead of Gustav debacle is hilarious alongside Hilda and Rene having to fight over their single Demonlord position, melfel canonically hates uwuspeak, and I want Hilda to crush my skull. Thanks for reading.

#ITS FINALLY DONE #FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT IM HAPPY #melfel #elhaza #shida #brave frontier 2 #brave frontier #the way the otherworld revelation from rexona tore me apart #i wrote the conspiracy theory before I found the profile in the library #and I didn't want to scrap it because a: copium and b: it works so well #bf is literally gone so I think I can stretch and alter canon a little bit right?#long post

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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Nobody necessarily asked for these but it’s been a meh few days and I figured I’d write some shit to keep busy (a little stuck on request but a bih is managing)

So I give you, some random headcanons for the guys

Michelangelo

I like to think that this orange lad while the fun type of bf that has you in stitches nearly every minute, has his serious moments

Similar to Don he’s painfully aware that he isn’t normal and while he can be somewhat vain that boy has got some self conscious thoughts running through him all day. Especially with his s/o

That gives way to some depressive episodes 🥺 (hug him pls)

He’s the second best cook of the four (Raph being 1st place) but he’s the best baker though.

Loves being competitive in games with Raph but enjoys playing co-op more with Donnie

The only time you can catch him really concentrating is when he draws. Boy really gets lost in it. Goes without mentioning, yes he draws his s/o and has gifted them some pretty dope ass pieces

Heaviest sleeper, a bomb can go off. You’ve often almost violently shake him which leads to Grumpy Groggy Mikey™️ and he complains cause on the random days he manages to be up before you boy wakes you up super soft and sweetly

Besides Donnie he’s got seniority when it comes to picking the playlist they use for doing chores.

As I’ve stated and will die on that hill: Touch is his love language. He still likes to snuggle up to his bros or give them hugs. He’s basically attached to the hip with his s/o.

Fancies himself a bit of a style icon

He remembers perfectly the firsts: first kiss, first time, first fight, first makeup, first everything

Him and Raph are the dynamic duo but Mikey loves being coddled by Leo because big brother and littlest brother™️

But he feels most comfortable talking about unusual or somewhat embarrasing things with Donnie cause he always hits him with the “yes it’s perfectly normal because *long winded biology esplanation*”

Doesn’t like to cry in front of his brother but breaks apart with Splinter

He Loves™️ the sound of his name when it comes out of his s/o’s mouth. In every sense of the word, angry, happy, surprised, lustful etc

Donatello

Being a genius has its perks but man can it have its downsides.

He’s just ridiculously aware and that leads to many thoughts and those thoughts can turn very negative

He gets depressed pretty easily but he’s got that Keep on Keep Going attitude towards it. His s/o can catch on pretty quickly and there’s a struggle to reach him when his head is too clouded.

He is the Fix It type in all sense of the words. So he’s the bf that will listen to your problems and he’ll try and find a way around it to help you or at least give out a better point of view.

Which means he’s a great listener, like seriously he loves talking and he rambles but he loves when you do too

Loves to be caressed honestly. If his s/o runs a hand down his arms or thigh, if they caress his cheek or run a thumb across his lips.

He reads all manner of things tbh, from repair manuals to romance novels

Goes without saying, gamer boi. He loves doing mods, always wants to play on expert mode, smart sarcastic burns when he’s playing online and somebody is being an insensitive prick

He’s actually a really good sexter. He’s nervous physically cause self image issues but with reassurance etc he gets lowkey cocky

No necessarily the best cook but he’s not bad either. He does like to make you breakfast in bed.

Serotonin hiiiiigh when they bring him coffee

He loves late night drives, usually takes a Raph with him but once he gets his s/o it’s the two of you driving around New York. One some ocassions Raph tags along too

While they get along pretty good, him and Leo can butt heads a lot. It’s not a dick measuring contest like Leo and Raph. They just argue and Donnie gets a smart mouth and Leo well he can be a dick.

Regardless they make up pretty fast.

Leonardo

He’s got a smidge of OCD. He’s very particular of keeping things in a particular order that he knows and nobody really understands but it makes him happy.

Expert folder of clothing so everyone rejoices when it’s his turn to do laundry cause that mofo does some orgami like shit to everyone’s boxers

He reminds everyone to eat fruit and veggies, can’t be pizza every night

Yes he can be a hardass but he’s honestly an absolute softie with those he loves. He’s very attentive with everyone’s needs, especially Splinter

Rooftop star gazing, he likes to decompress and sometimes that means going somewhere by himself. When coupled up he loves doing this with his s/o and it’s a nice way to get some time to themselves

Listen Leo is boyfriend material, he’s husband material. It’s stupid how perfect he is when it comes to being someone’s partner. He remembers the little things like really dumb things that always guts his s/o.

He’s thought about if anything were to happen to him he’d want Raph to step up. Even if they argue and bicker and fight he knows Raph would set the world on fire if it meant protecting his loved ones.

Is learning Japanese and he so wants to see it someday. Has gotten pretty good at speaking it but reading it is still a little hard.

Has snuck into a flower shop after hours to get you a bouquet, it’s cool he leaves the money on the counter

When Casey and April had their first Big Fight™️ and she showed up and started bawling, everyone thought Raph was gonna end Casey but in reality it was Leo, that boy was seething if Donnie hadn’t played mediator it was gonna be ugly

Leo hates to see somebody he loves cry cause somebody was just being an ass

He loves game night and movie night

While he takes his leader duties seriously this boy will sleep away a day away. He’s tired af get him a blanket pls.

Raphael

Grumpy boi lives to exercise and lift weights but he does have other things he enjoys. He loves sneaking out an making his away around the city from rooftop to rooftop

As stated, best cook in the fam. This man takes pride in that. So as his s/o trust me you’re gonna be well fed

Although he will never admit he can’t fall a sleep without you like once y’all start dating and sleeping over he needs you there.

Mikey gets on his last nerve but Christ if anyone messes with him. Raph is ripping their necks. That’s his boy, he’ll always protect him, which is why whenever Leo starts going on Dad Mode he always sides with his little bro.

Sure he’s got his anger issues but honestly he’s probably one of the most sentimental of his brothers. So yeah cry angry but he’s just a ball of emotions and he doesn’t know how to manage them sometimes but he’s trying

He’s protective of Mikey but lord is he protective of April. Like honestly he gave Casey the big brother ‘if you break her heart I’m breaking ya neck’ speech and he fucking means it

Also, he’s really close with April. Those two are always talking and goofing about. He sees her as that little sister (or more so big sister) and he likes having a sister.

He’s super close with Donnie, they’ve often felt like outcast in their own ways. Raph likes helping out, he’s pretty handy.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt leo #tmnt Donnie #tmnt Mikey #tmnt Raph #Leonardo #Raphael #Michelangelo #Donatello #headcanons #I was bored

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lancermylove · 3 years

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Babysitting (HC)

Fandom: BSTS

Pairing: Team K x gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @blackheart4071

Prompt: Can i request a headcanon for team k and their s/o babysitting the s/o's younger siblings? gender neutral please

A/N: Sure thing~! Hope you like it.

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When your siblings are intimated by Kei, he is not surprised one bit and is fully prepared for their reactions.

He gains their trust by singing to them and taking all their song requests, even if his throat hurts. He doesn't want to disappoint you or your siblings, and their smiles are worth it.

Kei isn't used to being around kids or pre-teens, so he's not familiar with taking care of them. Though, he knows how to handle troublemakers, thanks to the cast members of Starless. But if you ask for his help, he will gladly oblige.

If he sees that your siblings are stressing you out, he will find a way to distract them so that you can rest.

Initially, Ginsei is nervous around your siblings as he's not sure if they will like him or not. When he hears them complimenting his looks, he is relieved to know that they don't hate him. But if your siblings keep staring at his face, he will get uncomfortable.

His way of distracting your family is to ask if they want to learn how to make jewelry.

For the rest of the babysitting time, your siblings surround Ginsei as he teaches them to make jewelry. Luckily, he remembered to bring some of his smaller jewelry-making equipment.

By the time he leaves, your boyfriend makes simple yet beautiful jewelry for all of your siblings and you.

Gui is confused when you ask him to babysit your siblings. He doesn't understand why anyone would sit on a baby. After you explain the meaning of the word, he agrees to help out.

Initially, he is quiet around your siblings and thinks it's odd that they keep staring at him.

Gui helps out when you ask him to, but if a fight breaks out between your siblings, he steps in and handles the situation like a pro.

When/if Gui sees you're stressed or your brothers/sisters are bothering you, he asks them if they like parkour.

For the rest of the time, he shows your family some of the less dangerous parkour moves but only after making them promise that they will not mimic him.

The youngest siblings are intimated by Sotetsu, but the slightly older siblings think he's cool.

Sotetsu plays a lot of pranks on them, but only pranks that will make them laugh. He's surprisingly good with kids; Sotetsu sometimes visits orphanages/foster homes to spend time with the kids there.

He makes sure not to smoke around your siblings or let them see him smoking. He doesn't want them to think it's cool and try to copy him. Not to mention, he doesn't want a lecture from you.

Sotetsu spends most of the time playing video games with them and showing them magic tricks.

Yoshino is used to being around siblings, so he's not nervous when he meets your brothers/sisters.

He helps you out in every way he can and even asks you to rest while he takes care of your family. He is an expert at babysitting, even if your siblings are troublesome.

Yoshino sings to them and plays board games with them to pass time.

After dinner, you leave to take a shower, and when you come back, you find all your siblings curled up to Yoshino fast asleep. Even your boyfriend is sound asleep.

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➣ BSTS Masterlist 1 ➣ BSTS Masterlist 2

➣ Buy me a Ko-fi? ➣ Commission: Open || Requests: Closed

#bsts #blackstar theater starless #bsts kei #bsts sotetsu #bsts gui #bsts ginsei #bsts yoshino

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leonawriter · 3 years

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Dear authors in fandoms writing trans/nonbinary characters (with a lean toward Japanese anime/manga fandoms):

-Characters do not have to be instant experts on what it means to be trans/nonbinary/genderqueer in any way. They can be clueless. They can be at a point in their life where they have no idea what’s up with them, and not have a name for it. they can look stuff up online, or read books, or talk to people. Characters can know as much as possible and be respectful and still be dumbass idiots or assholes in other areas, while other people can be completely ignorant but be very “they got the spirit, though.”

-Please, when writing characters who do know things, don’t make it into a lesson for the person reading. It’s entirely possible that they are already aware of all of this. If they do, they might just skim past. If the character is learning, then they’re learning for their own benefit, not that of the reader.

-Related to the previous two points - keep things in character. Just... look at how they are in the canon work, and no matter if they’re the person with the gender issues themself or a friend, try to make it sound like it’s all in their voice, words and phrases they would use, at all times. It’s very distracting and breaks immersion when a character suddenly starts sounding like a Tumblr post on Trans Issues And You.

-If a character knows the gender identity of another character who isn’t out yet, think about that dynamic. Do they trust each other? How well do they understand the issues here? Does the cis person (assuming they are cis) understand the weight of responsibility to abide by the wishes of the person who is trusting them? If they do out the other person, is it by accident, and if so, what kind of accident would seem believable, and would it be forgiven for, or not? Either way, why? Make sure it’s in character.

There’s also the point of, sometimes people (and characters) can be assholes, and out people on purpose, which is not an accident, or just be plain thoughtless and neglect to think of the consequences of their actions while they think they’re being respectful, which... can also be a dick move. Question is, is that in character? Does it fit with the rest of how they appear in canon, or even how you write them?

-If your fic is set in another country - and this is usually Japan if it’s anime, but this also goes for anywhere really - please make yourself aware of the kinds of language THEY use. Does this country have a problem finding gender neutral pronouns? Are chairs forcibly gendered, or do they sit that one out? Do they use gender neutral pronouns by default? This is important, because it affects the way your characters interact with language, pronouns, and so on.

-Related to the previous point: If they’re speaking, say... Japanese, try to be aware that their pronouns aren’t “he/she/they” but translate closer to “that person” with added qualifiers if necessary. When was the last time you heard about a fandom having perhaps a name, maybe a face, and sometimes even they’re described in Japanese, but until an official release no one knew they were [insert gender here]? It happens a lot. Your Japanese nonbinary character would deal with different issues than an English speaking character.

Likewise, if you’re writing a trans Japanese character, the manner of speaking (and writing) will shift, if she’s trying to be more feminine, or he’s trying to be more masculine. It’s not just pronouns!

-Laws and legality change from country to country. This isn’t just about whether it’s legal to be trans or anything like that, but also how it would be legal, no matter what the current legal status is. For instance, Japan doesn’t have the birth certificate, but they do have the family registry. If you want to make things fit with the culture/setting, even basic research will do.

...A LOT of my irritations with a lot of fandom works are actually about how Westernised and West-centric they are. It’s understandable that an author will write in English and use English puns and so on, but if a fic is set in Japan, then Japan’s issues aren’t our issues, and writing them as if they are feels uncomfortable as a reader.

tl;dr: Keep characters in character and don’t make them sound like they’re reading off a wiki page (unless that’s what they’re actually doing in the story), and be culturally aware and sensitive when writing about characters in countries you aren’t familiar with/haven’t grown up in.

......

...I almost forgot. One last one.

-Don’t equate a character being made trans/nonbinary/etc in your fic or headcanons as a “cool kids club” thing. As in, specifically, “Everyone in this fic is trans, except for [character], who I do not like.” That’s... that’s bad. Don’t.. don’t do that...

Good people can be trans. Complete bastard assholes can also be trans. There is no morality line that says it’s a good or bad person kind of deal. Even if it’s just self-indulgent, be aware that this is the image you give off. If you’re publishing a thing even just to AO3, people are seeing it. Trans people are people. Good, bad, cool, completely uncool dorks, people with “no redeeming features” and people who’d be the fandom darling.

A person you’d hate IRL is just as likely to be trans as a person you’d love.

#fandom stuff #trans stuff #writing tips #from a genderqueer author #after starting to write my own AU where a character is trans I started trying to read more trans fics #I am so tired #some are okay #some are... well #if I've got anything off base or wrong please say so #mostly I just want people to think before they write

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datenoriko · 4 years

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Wondering if I could request some reactionary Headcanons for the warlords where MC is a highly trained and skillful forensic scientist?

I’m so sorry this is waaaay overdue and writing-wise is still unsure of the style... I hope this one’s okay though~ TnT

p.s. I tried adding Kennyo & Motonari too, but brain won’t let me ><

p.s.s. Updated masterlist for my random shenanigans here!

*Every one of them thought MC would be scared of a dead body and multitudes of it on the battlefield and beyond it but...

ODA FORCES

Nobunaga

- “Huh, this fireball’s not afraid of the dead?” // “I examine them for a living.” Visibly impressed, a devilish smirk forms on his lips

- The Devil King is fascinated by you actively asking to take her to battles to study the bodies

- “Look at this! With that deep slice on his jugular vein, no wonder he’ll die pretty quickly due to all that blood loss.” // “On his what?” // “T-the blood vessel found on the neck, my lord.” // *is confused*

- Nobunaga considers this carefully and commissions the armour makers to improve their designs, and/or trade for more sturdy materials with the Portuguese (you know… aside trading for konpeito :3)

- Lets you examine more specimens to determine all possible deaths in battle, and then have it discussed at the next council. It’s a great help for them in terms of preparation & strategizing. After all, prevention and preparation is still much better!

Hideyoshi

- A worried mother hen as always, all he wanted is for you to stay away from the worst sights possible and definitely not going straight towards them! “What do I keep telling you?” // “Uh, stay away from the corpses…?”

- Just like how his lord would sneak away to have konpeito, you also tend to get around stealthily just to study “them”

- Being a highly observation person due to your work, you even know which wooden floor in Azuchi will make a creaking sound and by instinct you will avoid it

- But Mamayoshi is just as observant as you are, and he caught you one night

- “I know you were once this ‘forensic expert’ from where you came from, but you are a princess now and must behave like one!” Legend has it that the lecture continues...

Mitsuhide

- Ah, he loves asking for your suggestions on how to get away with murder treason!

- I mean, he’s surely an expert but an additional piece of advice his little mouse wouldn’t hurt, right?

- “This place’s almost clean, I’d say.” // “’Almost’, little mouse? It scares me so that you have trained eyes for such matters. // “Is that a compliment? Anyway, I saw a strand of hair near the sliding door... and its color is much similar to yours. Care to explain?”

- Now he’s more careful than ever to leave any trace, knowing you can find him even with the smallest of clues

- The tables have turned for him after such a long time of being a sneaky fox

Masamune

- Oh boy, make sure you won’t overwork yourself by being with this man, being a battle-loving man that he is (meaning, more bodies and scenes to check out)

- At the same time, he finds it amusing that you proactively ask him to take you to his trips, campaigns and whatnots

- “It really is fun having you around, lass! Or should I say ‘partner’?” // “Damn straight, partner… now, let’s solve this case!” Cat-like grin commences for you two

- He sees you having fun hanging out at the scouts’ camp, chatting about experiences in the battlefield. your eyes would glimmer the more explicit they describe it. Creepy? Maybe a little, but at least he sees you happy about it… right?

- The One-Eyed Dragon will find this unusual, sure, but it certainly makes him want to know you more

Ieyasu

- Did he care at first? No, not really. He just wanted no involvement at first and to be left on his room alone, reading or eating extra-spicy food

- However, Yatsun gets curious when he finds you taking a peek at his medicinal work on a man he is a bit late to save :(

- “What are you doing here? You better not get in the way.” // “Oh no, poor man though… what’s the cause?” // “I am yet to find that out, if you’ll excuse me,---” // “Can I take a look?”

- He tries to pry you away from the room but being already in and touching the body leaves him no choice but to keep a close eye on you, making sure you’re not doing anything daft.

- “Huh, not bad.” Ieyasu says as you were able to identify the cause of death, deep inside he’s amazed of course. Later on he would let you join him in his post-mortem activities if the schedule allows to, but still keeping an eye on you to prevent any mishaps from happening

Mitsunari

- “Wow, MC-sama is unfazed as we all are in the battlefield! You truly are an amazing woman.” Did you see that sunny smile on his face as he says it???

- Your logical explanation as to identifying one’s death baffles the force’s cinnamon roll (because of the jargon used), otherwise it fascinates him

- Well, he’s never seen a woman who’s into dead bodies work-wise!

- Like some other warlords, he would ask you for advice when making strategies for the next battle

- When you went to his room one time to borrow a book, the first thing you said was “Am I in a crime scene?” when seeing piles of books around, untouched food and seeing a man unmoved in the middle of the room, reading and not even sensing your presence. “Ah no, just a normal room. I see.”

Ranmaru

- While in an errand, he sees you one day looking at a dead body about to be taken away. He is worried that the view might traumatize you for life… in the back of his mind he already has a plan to take you to a sweets shop and let you gorge in manjuu for the rest of the day

- “MC-sama, are you alright? You look shocked.” // “Yeah, I mean it looks to me that someone killed him when everybody says the opposite! I wanted to look into this so badly…” // “My apologies, but… what?”

- Of course it is never the answer he expected, but when you plead to help him solve it, this page is more than willing to do so

- Now both of you are going around the town looking for clues and asking who you think are involved; partners-in-crime!

- You did get to gorge on manjuu (and tea, lots of it) with Ranmaru when the case is solved!

UESUGI-TAKEDA FORCES

Kenshin

- Oh boy, make sure you won’t overwork yourself by being with this man, being a battle-loving man that he is pt.2

- “How dare you try to even speak with MC; draw your swords. Now.” // “Kenshin-sama, even if I’m used to seeing the deceased, please don’t do that. You’re scaring your own men!”

- He has little to no problem in taking her along to the battlefield, too! One more way to keep her in sight at all times

- Sometimes when you two are drinking and think he had too much you just had to stop him, to his slight annoyance. You have seen many deaths due to alcohol poisoning and definitely wouldn’t want him to be in the list… Bunshin Lord Kenshin appreciates the thought though

- Like Nobunaga, he allows you to do some research on the dead bodies, anything useful for the ongoing war

Shingen

- How can an angel such as you be associated with death and decay? He thinks

- But this daddy needs to accept the fact that you are quite comfortable around such! However once your investigation takes a scary turn expect him to nearby, comforting you with soothing words, or a hug… or eating sweet buns as many as you’d like to calm yourself down

- At first he is reluctant to let you get near the deceased, however whenever he sees your expression light up whenever he makes a cheesy comment (albeit in a rather awkward place) he thought of going along with it

- “Hm, this job of yours is unfitting in every way.” // “Oh yeah? How so?” // “You are brimming with life that I do think you are a goddess who descended upon us men.” // “Ah, here we go again…”

- You have to admit, his presence help you keep your sanity as you used to work alone for long periods of time

Yukimura

- “I thought you might be running away now once you see these.” // “As if they’ll chase me! Unless… are they still alive?” // “Weird woman…”

- This tsun does admire how brave you are after even making such joke

- Along with Sasuke, you three are pretty much effective when doing some investigation at the enemy’s base with you giving them (modern) tips of not getting caught. Unusual hiding spots? Hidden weapons? Suspicious people? All checked and cleared!

- He has been doing that for a long while now, but hearing your strange ideas do sound plausible… especially when ninja friend is highly approving it

- If Sasuke trusts you, he surely starts to trust you (and your skills) too

Sasuke

- Once again, be paired up with Yuki and you three would make a great investigation/espionage team

- When investigating, you and memelord ninja are speaking to each other in partly jargon, partly heavily-memed language

- Possibly having watched and/or read crimes shows or movie you two are getting along so well

- “So here’s our undercover story: husband, wife and husband’s best friend---” // “Wait, do we get cool names too?!” // “Yeah, I’ll get to that part later… or I’ll do it now. Miyako, Tsune and Chozaburo; sounds cool?” // “Noice.”

- As the conversation continues, Yuki is left by himself to wonder how on earth did he get friends like you, shaking his head lightly as your talk no longer makes sense to him

Yoshimoto

- This beautiful mailman sees you one day sketching and as a man of the arts he comes over to look at what you’re drawing

- What he sees is a detailed sketch of a man, possibly a random person. The facial structure, features are all spot on! He is in full admiration mode

- “My, such a lovely piece you are making there. Has someone commissioned you to make him a portrait?” // “Actually Yoshimoto-san, I am making this to be posted around town. A wanted poster of some sorts… he’s a criminal.”

- You explained to him your job as a forensic artist, and he listens to every single word of it. Yoshimoto would find himself asking about your style of sketching as you continue drawing

- When the posters are up he is one of those people who would look at it for a long time; for him it’s not for memorizing the perp’s face, but simply to appreciate the art, fanning himself ever so gracefully

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betsyandmaxwellandduchessohmy · 4 years

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can we get headcanons/reactions for a dadsona who's like, The Ernest Whisperer? they get along pretty famously, dadsona is really good at making ernest make better choices without being condescending about it. it's not perfect, but "dude, if you're gonna set fire to that trash can, you need a fuse or you'll blow your eyebrows off" is better than shutting him down or ignoring it altogether. like the mom in mean girls, steerin regina towards the Safer choice.

((I feel like I should say right off the bat; this is not part of the Lemon Boy continuity. There's two more parts to that but this isn't one of them. So Ernest is getting a bunch of love and I adore it. Honestly, Ernest is gonna be doing stupid, dangerous shit anyway, we might as well make sure he’s at least being safe about it. Also I love Ernest channeling his angst through artistic pursuits, so I’m adding it here.))

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Summer had arrived. Amanda had graduated, and the kids of the cul-de-sac were free to their adventures. Which, of course, meant the troublemakers were free to their trouble.

You’d become something of an expert at dealing with the troublemakers, seeing as your daughter could be considered such by certain people, and you yourself had been considered such in your younger years by other certain people who were… probably dead by now, honestly.

You’d gotten to know all the neighborhood kids pretty well since moving in, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have favorites. All the kids seemed to like you well enough - Craig’s girls invited you to their games from time to time, Joseph’s oldest seemed to have taken an interest in your garden for some reason, and Daisy and Carmensita might favor Amanda over you on any given day, but they were polite and sweet and complimented your cooking, so you weren’t too sore about it. But hands down, you got on with Ernest and Lucien the best. You remembered what it was like to be that age, and you were proud to say you’d managed to get through where others said was impassable. You could tell the boys liked you, even if they refused to admit it. Maybe they could tell that you’d been like them, once upon a time. Trouble begets trouble, after all. It felt like they’d made an unspoken bet to see who could push you further. Who could get you to agree to or help with the most outlandish thing.

Lucien made you tag along while he did graffiti on the underside of the bridge by the dam. You lent him your spare respirator mask and kept an eye out for police and neighborhood watch.

Ernest found an abandoned factory a little ways from the cul-de-sac, and insisted on going there to fuck around. You managed to casually ask Hugo if Ernest was up to date on his tetanus shots and managed to convince Ernest not to swing from rafters or mess around with any old blades.

Lucien convinced you to give him and his friends a ride to a concert in the next city over. You paid for a last minute ticket and tagged along to make sure they’d be okay, and even managed to get a guy kicked out when you saw him slip something in one of Lucien’s friend’s drinks.

Ernest roped you into a paintball war in the more wooded area of the park. You supplied face shields and forced disposable rain ponchos over his and his friend’s heads. They didn’t help very much or last very long, but there was slightly less paint on them than there would have been, so it was a win. As was getting the paint stains out of Ernest’s favorite hoodie.

But beyond that - beyond the bet and the games and the stupid dangerous shit you tried to buffer them from, you knew that they trusted you. By this point, Hugo and Damien knew that their kids saw you as someone safe to lean on, and while Damien was simply glad, Hugo was more than a little baffled. You offered him what advice you could, but you knew that sometimes, your dad just felt too close. Hugo was getting the hang of it, but it was easier for you.

When Damien went out of town for the weekend, it was you that Lucien called when he started feeling unsafe at the house party he’d gone to.

When Ernest’s friends ditched him when they ran from the cops, he called you to come get him from the alley he’d hidden himself in.

Every time, you made sure they weren’t hurt. You made sure they weren’t scared. You promised not to tell their dads. You took them out for ice cream or greasy all-night diner food. And you brought them home.

You were accustomed to the boys deciding that doing stupid shit sounded like the best idea in the world. So when you saw Ernest and a few of his friends bumming around the orange-clad kid’s driveway, you kept an eye on them while you went about your business. Stores had been stocking up on firecrackers since April, so you wouldn’t be surprised if the rapscallions had managed to get their hands on a few here and there. You hesitated briefly before turning your back, brushing the last few flecks into place before straightening up again, smiling down at the beautiful thing you’d made. A frown tugged at your face, though, when you went for your pocket and found you’d misplaced your lighter. Poking around the garage for a moment, you spotted it on the little table you’d set up beside the garage door. Reaching for it, you paused, poking your head out into the summer air.

Ernest and his friends had migrated to Joseph’s trash cans. There was laughter - always a good sign - and they were pressed close together to block your view of what they were doing to the poor bin, but you had the feeling it wasn't going to be good.

When you saw one of the boys pull a lighter from his pocket you turned on a dime, marching over and plucking the large cylinder off the top of the trash bags, holding it up over your head and out of reach of any of the little monsters.

“Just what in the Styx do you boys think you’re doing?” you asked. Before anyone could answer, the figures immediately scattered, like the rats in ratatouille. They all ran in different directions, seeming to think that you couldn’t catch all of them. They were right, but you only really needed to catch Ernest, who had stumbled back from the can and was looking up at you with what could only be described as a pout. Slowly lowering the bundle, you gave it a glance.

Sparklers.

Well, at least it wasn’t bottle rockets or something.

"I- I feel like I should ask what your thought process was here?" you confessed, looking at the bundle of unlit sparklers. There must have been well over five hundred there, how did they get a hold of that many sparklers??

"Logan saw a video of a guy lighting ten thousand sparklers on fire. They wouldn't sell us that many, but I still think it was pretty impressive."

"What's impressive is that you guys were going to stand here, a foot away from a trashcan filled with sparklers, and expected not to wind up with your faces melted off,” you laughed softly in disbelief. “You’ve lit enough stuff on fire by this point that I feel like you, of all people, should know to use a fuse, if nothing else. Where's your dad, anyway?"

"The school," Ernest grunted, kicking at a loose pebble on the pavement. "Had some stuff to finish before he's done for summer."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. You felt for the poor guy - reigning in reckless teens as a single parent was hard enough working from home, you couldn't imagine the position Hugo was in.

“Listen, I get the interest in firepower better than most - a little destructive force is cool and fun and all, I’m just staying there’s safer ways to go about it,” you insisted, sighing and running a hand over your face. Ernest, for his part, had the decency to look at least a little ashamed. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked back up at the garage. There was a thought... “Hey. If you’re still in the mood for some fire, I’ve got something you might like,” you offered. Ernest’s brows furrowed in confusion, and you nodded toward your garage, your smile growing just slightly when he fell into step beside you. “Y’know, my dad doesn’t really like me going into shady guy’s garages,” Ernest hummed, stepping past the garage door as if to make a point. “Sound advice. Good thing I’m not that shady,” you chuckled, mimicking Ernest’s skeptical look and throwing it back at him. “We’re neighbors with Robert, arguably the shadiest dude around. I’m comparatively way less shady. No offense to Robert. Now come check this out.” Ernest rolled his eyes, but did as instructed, stepping up to the large slice of walnut set up on sawhorses. The round of wood still had its bark attached to its edges, and black flecks were spread across the piece, shading in the image of a pair of crows perched on a gnarled branch, almost lifelike in their detail. “O… kay. What am I looking at?” he asked, arching a brow. “Like, not that it’s not cool, but… um?” You couldn’t keep the chuckle back, setting the sparkler bomb on your workbench and you pulling your lighter from your pocket. “What you’re looking at, Ernest, is best known as gunpowder painting,” you hummed, tossing up the lighter and catching it in your hand. Ernest’s expression changed from confused boredom to a level of fascination in a flash, his gaze darting up to your face. Tossing up the lighter once more, you caught it and held it out to the kid. “Care to do the honors?”

Ernest took the lighter, looking at the black flecks, and glancing warily back up at you before flicking the little device. Reaching out with a steady hand, he lit the end of the branch, watching with unbridled delight as the image went up in flames, each fleck of powder burning a small mark into the wood before going out quickly. You silently guided him back a step as the flames got higher, and for half a second, Ernest feared that the two of you might burn your garage down, until he noticed the sheet of metal you’d strung up from the garage rafters, protecting the wood. The kid laughed a little at the sight, and you couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. You knew Hugo had a fair bit of trouble with him, but he really was a good kid. He just needed a guiding hand.

Seconds later, the flames died, and the crows were burnt into the wood, beautiful and visually interesting. “That was so cool!” Ernest grinned brightly, reaching out to run his fingers over the burn marks. “Mind it- it’s still a little hot,” you warned, smiling as you moved to retrieve a container of walnut oil. “It’s a little more precise than a wood burning tool. Unlit gunpowder’s a bit more forgiving.” “Can we do another??” he asked, though his smile dimmed a bit when he saw the apologetic look you wore. “Sorry, kiddo. You’ll have to give me a while - I’m out of powder. But I’ll tell you what - once I get this bad boy to Damien, I’ll get some more powder and a few pieces of wood, and you can make your own piece, how’s that sound?”

“Seriously?”

"Hey, have I ever gone back on my word?" You asked, looking out at the cul-de-sac. The sun had begun it’s descent to the western horizon, and soon the neighborhood would be lit up and golden. “How about we have a fire? Then I can keep an eye on you till your dad gets back, and you can burn some stuff.” “I don’t need a babysitter.” Ernest rolled his eyes, but he didn’t snap the words at you, so you didn’t think he was annoyed enough to stomp off. “But you do like burning things,” you shrugged, moving toward the old fridge you’d pushed up beside the door leading into the house. “You’re welcome to a soda, if you want one.” Plucking up a small plastic cooler, you grabbed a container of kerosine, intending to squirt a little on your fire pit to get it started. When you reached for your lighter, and found it missing, it appeared instead by your face, held out by a kid who looked to be trying desperately to appear as if he wasn’t interested. A smile tugged at your lips, and you took the offered lighter. “Thanks, kiddo.” Ernest shrugged, sitting in one of the lawn chairs before standing and scooting it closer to the fire pit. You noticed a can in his hand and your grin widened. Once the fire was lit, you pulled out a can for yourself and sat in the other chair, sighing softly as you relaxed.

“Man, you’re so much cooler than Hugo,” Ernest groaned, leaning back on his chair. You winced in sympathy for your neighbor, carding a hand through your hair. “Hey, your dad is very cool,” you insisted, earning a look that clearly asked if you were serious. “I mean it! Just because he’s more reserved and cautious than I am, doesn’t mean that he’s not cool. He’s just… Hugo is more or less the Jamie to my Adam.” Ernest looked at you blankly and you sighed, shaking your head. “Look. Hugo’s your dad. I’m not. Hugo’s the one who has to be responsible for you - It’s not any more fun being the parent that has to be responsible all the time than it is being the kid being told what to do. Your dads have been divorced how long now?”

“... year and a half,” Ernest muttered, looking uncomfortably into his soda can.

“Exactly. That’s not a lot of time to find a proper balance between Fun Supportive Dad and Authoritarian Dad. My spouse died when Amanda was still a kid, so I’ve had most of her life to figure it out and get it right, and I still don’t get it right all the time.

“Your dad doesn’t like to do anything hastily, and I like to do everything incredibly hastily. So therein you have the dichotomy of our patterns,” you hummed, picking up your soda and taking a swig. “There’s a difference between being a good dad and a good parent. They’re not mutually exclusive, but it’s hard to strike a balance. Good parents make sure you’re eating healthy and getting good grades and learning the right lessons. Good dads… hm. Good dads…"

You trailed off, seeing out of the corner of your eye how Ernest was looking at you. Nervous, but thoughtful. Pensive. You shook your head, deciding to try another explanation.

"Okay, stop me if I start to sound patronizing."

"Kay," he agreed, seeming to brace himself. You took a deep breath, hoping beyond hope that you could word this right.

"Hugo is a single parent now. He's so emotionally invested in, and drained by, raising you right, that he doesn't have the energy to do the fun stuff that you get to do with your other dad.

"Your other dad? He's probably more like me. But he gets to see you on the weekends. Hugo has you all week during the school year. He's the one who has to… to make sure you get up on time, to make sure you get your homework done. And because Hugo does that, your other dad doesn't have to worry about it, so he can focus on taking you fun places and doing cool stuff with you, the way I do. There's no doubt in my mind that Hugo would love to encourage a safe level of pyromania, or go to events with you, but he's busy making sure you have the capacity to be a functional adult when the time comes.”

"Okay, I… I see your point. But it's not like I'm asking him to spend time with me and my friends, or- or go to a concert with me,” he didn’t emphasize the point, but you still caught the jab. You hadn’t been able to convince Hugo to let him come to that concert with you and Lucien, and you had been worried that he was a little bitter about it. “I mean - that stuff might be nice if he wasn’t so lame. I just want him to let me do stuff with my friends. Like, trust me once in a while, y’know?” “Okay. I know how this is gonna sound, but… you gotta prove he can trust you. Kiddo, you’re a pyro in the making, and that can be scary for a parent. You gotta show him that you’re smart enough to be trusted with safety stuff. Same with school stuff, same with friend stuff. The more good decisions you make, the more he’ll trust you to make more good decisions.” Ernest sighed. Not exactly exasperated, but not exactly resigned either. “I know it’s not easy, but you don’t have to get it right away,” you assured gently, taking another swig of your soda. “And you can still do stupid dangerous shit sometimes, because stupid dangerous shit is fun and ridiculous and I know you’re never gonna fully stop.”

Your talk with Ernest lasted a lot longer than you expected, the western sky had dulled from cool blue to a soft violet once the sun sank below the horizon, and stars began to fleck the sky. You weren’t sure when the kid dozed off, but when you looked over at him, his face had gone slack and peaceful. You silently thanked the powers that be that he’d put his can in the cupholder. A flash of movement caught your eye, and you craned your neck to the side of the house, spotting a familiar figure poking his head around the corner.

“Hugo, hey,” you greeted, waving him over. The teacher tentatively made his way across the lawn, standing just behind your chair to the side opposite Ernest. “I was just coming by to ask if you’d seen him,” he confessed awkwardly, looking at his son. “He’s been here since about noon, when I stopped him from blowing up Joseph’s bins,” you grinned. Hugo gave a soft groan, rubbing his face in exasperation. “MC, I’m so sorry-” “No, don’t be! We had a great time,” you assured, giving him a grin. “I showed him my new piece, and we had a chat.” Hugo frowned curiously, but nodded, and ran a hand through his hair. You offered him a soda and he took it, seemingly without thinking “Once I get the supplies, I told him we could do some gunpowder painting. You should join us.” Hugo very nearly choked on his soda.

“Relax, it’s all very safe,” you promised, laughing softly as he recovered. “I showed him the piece I was making for Damien and he seemed interested. Might be a good outlet for the firestarter tendency.” “I see. I don’t know if I…” “Just give it a shot? It might be something fun for you guys to do together.”

Hugo gave pause, looking between you two, and you smiled when he nodded after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll… I'll think about it,” he agreed. Smiling, you leaned over, gently shaking Ernest’s arm. “Kiddo. C’mon, time for you to head home.” Ernest grunted, half asleep even as he pushed out of his chair. Hugo moved to place a hand on his back, and either from sheer tiredness or some shade of incredible wakefulness, he didn’t push out of Hugo’s grip. “Thank you, MC.” “Anytime. I’ll let you know when I get more powder, kay, Ernest?”

The teen nodded, allowing Hugo to guide him back out of the yard. You really hoped you hadn’t gone too far today. You wanted good things for your neighbors, and you wanted to help them however you could. Hopefully you could do that without overstepping. You sighed softly, looking up at the stars spattered across the night sky and the cinders that rose from the fire. Hopefully you could help without anyone getting burned.

#Here Come the Dads #Right at the end there #Hugo #Ernest #ddadds #Dream Daddy #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #Ernest ddadds #ddadds ernest #ddadds imagines #hugo ddadds #ddadds hugo

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cnidocyst · 4 years

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Oh please do the other Ed's for headcanons!

today is a good day

- I know I already said this today, I just really love the headcanon that Edd idolized Eddy and approached him first and they became friends because Edd was the only person (who wasn’t Ed) who called Eddy cool and Eddy properly acknowledged Edd’s cool inventive skills, which was great for Edd because his parents tend to overlook Edd’s achievements. and overall they’re just so glad they met each other

-not really a headcanon i just stand by the notion that edd does in fact get a thrill out of committing mischievous deeds

-as funny as it is to make jokes about edd’s parents pretending he doesn’t exist or whatever, i think edd’s parents mean well and love him a lot

-Edd and Eddy both adopt Hawaiian shirt style full force eventually

-Older Edd also wears a lot of flannel

- Eddy grows maybe one inch at age 13 then never grows again. He eventually learns to accept it but it definitely made junior year hell watching everyone else growth spurt

-Edd sneaks coffee when his parents aren’t looking. Only drinks it black though

-eddy hates coffee because according to him “it doesnt work right” because the effects don’t kick in until 5 hours later if at all

-Eddy is incredibly squeamish

-edd totally curses but only when he’s alone

-edd would have pet rats if his parents let him. he doesn’t even necessarily want them for lab rat reasons he just thinks they’re neat

-im no house expert but the size of eddy’s room plus how it has a backdoor makes me wonder if his room was initially built to be a den or office but when eddy was born it was changed to his room.

- eddy is scared of birds because he got chased and attacked by a goose once it was very upsetting to him

-however eddy likes one bird. peacocks. he thinks theyre super stylish

-whenever bohemian rhapsody comes on the radio, the eds all belt out singing it in unison. except only edd knows all the words

-i like the idea of during high school when the kankers have calmed down and matured some, Edd and Marie bond over their shared interest in robotics and mechanics. Ed and Eddy still don’t trust Marie but Edd finds her easy to vent to. even if most her responses to edd’s parents’ woes are “I’ll fight your parents for you”

-also eddy is jealous that ed and edd have moved on from being tormented by may and marie while eddy cannot let it all go

-adult edd sounds like samuel vincent era lloyd garmadon from ninjago a headcanon i totally am not taking from @pixybat

-the eds had a short lived garage band in high school where eddy was the singer, edd played an electric guitar, ed was drums. their equipment was absolutely homemade by double d

-edd once lost eddy in a grocery store because eddy was being a rascal and wouldn’t sit still. edd grabbed the intercom mic and just said “eddy if you hear this I’m leaving without you”

-boy did eddy come running fast back to the front

-eddy idolizes kevin because kev reminds him of his brother whether he wants to admit it to himself or not

-edd insists on him, ed, and eddy all studying together knowing full well it always ends in disaster. Edd was stubbornly hoping it would help improve their test scores eventually but after an incident where Edd snapped at Ed and Eddy for goofing off and stressing him out immensely, Ed and Eddy don’t want to study with him anymore. Even though Edd apologized a thousand times

-edd had a black clothes phase albeit never went full emo or punk rock or anything

-edd collects pokemon cards

-edd and eddy both have a nervous tick where they’ll itch at their arms or neck. maybe it never happened in the show but i will absolutely insert it into my drawings

-eddy gets sleep paralysis sometimes and it freaks him the hell out. Edd and Ed are more interested in his experience stories than concerned for him

-eddy has trouble reading anything that isn’t double spaced. edd used to tease him over not being able to read but it got grating to eddy fast

-even ed is better at reading than eddy and edd wasn’t afraid to use that against him

-eddy will only read ed’s comic books if they’re having a sleepover at Ed’s and Eddy cannot sleep

-edd’s favorite non bug animals are seals and sea lions. he literally squeaks whenever he sees one, whether it be in a zoo, on TV, or in a ZooBooks™

#eene #ed.txt #asks

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owlespresso · 5 years

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Rejuvenation

Warning: this is full on smut. My tip jar is open! I write headcanons in exchange for donations! If you’re interested, check it out HERE. I am also open for commissions, information HERE. A big thanks to @darthsuki, who helped SO MUCH with this piece!

“Are you sure this’ll work?”

The canopy of the forest is a rotted, purple and brown sky. Vivid greens are now dull reminders of what Savalierwood used to be. Its trees are gnarled, bark twisted and greyed and splintered. It’s eerily quiet.

No small creatures scuttle in the brush, no birds chirp and sing. You wish you could see what this place looked like before the life began to bleed from it. Maybe you’ll find out.

“We’ll find out,” Caduceus rumbles. He echoes your thoughts and the sight of him, so very close, reassures you. He’s a vivid strike of color among your decepit surroundings, a welcoming sight, nestled with you in the browned, dead grass. There’s no one else here but the two of you, and you find solace in it, even with this weird sex ritual you’ve decided to help him with.

When he’d come to ask you about it, he’d been understandably sheepish. His knuckles rapped gently against the wood of the door and he leaned against the frame. His gaze glued on the wood plank floor, his smile the shyest you’d ever seen him wear. The flutter of his eyelashes when he finally looked up at you made your heart stutters.

There’d been no chance of saying “no”, especially not now. Not when his large, warm hands are resting on your hips, the size making you swallow in pure awe, maybe trepidation. The texture of his soft fur against your skin is a stark contrast to the chilled air. You brace your hands against his shoulders and he shifts with a little “hold on” to warn you. He brings you further into the spell circle of sticks and twigs and flowers he’s artfully arranged around you both.

“Okay,” You murmur, jolting when his still-clothed cock bumps against your clothed cunt. God, he’s huge. You wonder if you’re going to be able to take all of that—and the thought makes want throb deep inside. “I… I guess we should start,” One of your hands cups his cheek, thumb brushing against the fur. He looks at you with an innocent, eager kind of curiosity.

“Okay,” He echoes and his forehead presses against yours. The gesture is surprisingly intimate, and soothing.

You can make out each, individual eyelash, a mere piece of the gorgeous, grand ensemble that makes up his entire being. His head tilts forward and his lips press against yours. The contact is curious, explorative, while his hands roam up your sides, sending goosebumps over your skin at the juxtaposition between temperatures.

The tickle of the cool grass against your bare knees adds to the pile of sensations and the stretch of the darkened trunks feels like a safety net more than anything. The moment is private, yet wide open.

The kiss is slow and lasting, and it takes him a moment to tilt his head to get a better angle. The broad of his tongue rasps against your lips and his audacity makes you gasp. His tongue hovers hesitantly between your mouths and only moves when you caress his tongue with your own.

An appreciative hum rumbles in the back of her throat. His roaming left hand ceases its investigative path to wrap around your back, tugging you into his body. Your chests press tight together, the tufts of his pink hair teasing your perked nipples.

You suck in a deep breath and arch your back just as a need for air forces him to part from your lips. You gasp and pant, as exhilaration throbs like a heartbeat in your cunt and shit—you’re already wet.

He trails kisses along your jawline,, his affection sluggish and experimental.

“You smell really nice,” He sighs, voice dripping low with want, warm breath pressing into your skin. His teeth experimentally scrape over your neck and you let a whine slip out. Let him know how good you feel. This is his first time. He’s probably nervous.

The noise makes him still, before he continues a gentle path down to your chest.

—And then you start to see it. Brilliant, gold sparks of energy that pulse from your skin where his lips had been and vanish into the air. Your eyes widen and your grip on him tightens. “Is it supposed to do that?” You ask, voice an urgent whisper.

“Mhm, I think so,” He says, tongue rasping over your collarbone. The wetness left behind immediately chills against the air and makes goosebumps rise, “The magic is jump-started by touch, or when one of us feels good.”

“O-Okay,” You stutter when his unoccupied hand reaches up, entirely cupping your breast.

“The chrysanthemum is for life, the corianders are for virility and the oil has a bunch of things in it to make it feel nice.” He moves away from your chest when he speaks, meeting your eyes and you can tell he’s genuinely trying to relieve any worries you may be having. His unoccupied hand reaches over to one of the small clay pots he’d brought with him and nudges the top off it. Two of his long fingers dip in and pull out, now coated with something wet and slippery.

He reaches forward, slowly and rubs it against your thigh. It immediately cools—and then grows hot, causing a small dose of something hot and heavy to seep into your system. You inhale sharply and shift your hips to try and relieve the feeling, but it does nothing.

A lazy smile breaks out across his face.

“Good, right?” You don’t trust your voice to not wobble and whine, so you settle for a nod. “Good.” He again reaches into the pot and covers three fingers in it, before his hand returns to your breast.

God, his hands are fucking huge. His palm presses over your nipple. The oil slicks against your skin and makes your nub suddenly ache for attention. You arch your back as a needy cry rumbles high from your throat.

Your breath hitches and the subtle sound encourages him to rub it over the pointed nub, making you arch your back, grind your pussy into his dick and you feel it twitch— “Does that feel nice?” He asks, looking up at you. It genuinity of it lets you know that he wants to make you feel good, wants to press you against the dirt and fuck you senseless—okay, maybe not that far.

All you can manage is a nod and he continues to play with and tease your body, adjusting his touch when he finds spots you like, spots you don’t like. It overwhelms your nerves and synapses and you just melt into him, already a puddle of goo. The hand not on your breast strokes down your spine and cups your ass, before sliding down, beginning to sneak his fingers in between your legs.

Your insides churn molten with pleasure as he lays you down among long dried up weeds and lavender weaved by his expert fingers. He doesn’t complain when you scratch your nails over his shoulders and then his back. He makes you squirm and grips your thighs tight, lapping at your slicked sweetness like it’s coveted honey lavender.

And he looks, he never stops looking, never stops watching your reactions, evaluating at every step to make sure that you’re good, you’re good, you’re good—

You fall over the cusp of your pleasure like caramel drizzled on tres leches, a sob wretched from your throat. Only the silent trees bare witness as your body writhes among the dirt, pulses of gold falling off your skin and onto the grass where it slicks and pools.

He pulls his tongue away and immediately crawls over you. He brushes any hair out of your face. The gesture, as small as it is, is touching.

His eyes are wide awake as they look you over.

“Are you good to go again?” He inquires. The hand he hadn’t finger-fucked you with strokes down your abdomen and to your hip, leaving more of what is likely that oil in his wake. You nod and after a moment, the substance settles into your skin and snaps you out of post-orgasm weariness.

“Alright. Let’s try something different this time.” He hums as he settles on his back. His shock of hair flops against his face with the motion and he has to blow it away from his face. You almost don’t move to mount him like you’ve wanted for the past twenty minutes, too caught up in the stretch of his body, the lowering of his eyelids as he gives you another one of those stupid, loopy smiles. The kind that makes your heart tighten and skip, the kind that makes you want to cover yourself with him and be infatuated with him for the rest of eternity—

The next thing you know, his hands are on your hips, guiding you down the thickness of his cock. He’s big. Your toes curl and your eyes shut tight as you clench around him.

“You’re doing great,” He praises, coaching you through the process as though he’s done it a million times before. “Just a little more, okay?”

The stretch burns and you have to pause every once in awhile, but the pleasure is mind-numbing and you want, want, want and keep wanting.

A single breath rattles from your lungs and into the open air as he finally hilts. You’re trembling.

“I can’t believe I took all of that.” You gasp, and then notice that traces of gold are rising and dissolving into the air like trails of smoke from where you’re gripping his shoulders.

His hands reach for your hips and grabs them, before lifting you up off his cock and letting you slide back down—the lewd noise of his flesh against your own coupled with knowing he has the strength to do something like that nearly makes you cum on the spot.

Your knees press against the ground to help, thighs twitching and trembling with each pass and enter of that huge cock stretching you to your limits. You’re really not sure how much time passes, but the gold smoke rising from his ashen fur only increases in amount, only at this point, you’re too blissed out to care.

“You make the nicest faces.” He praises through his panting as his pace starts to jitter and fumble. He groans deep in his chest and you know he’s almost there. Your walls tighten around him in an effort to push him over the edge and it works.

His hips jolt and stutter as hot cum fills you, leaking out onto the ground. Your voice raises in a noise caught between a sob and a cry as he keeps thrusting through it, propelling you to your second orgasm.

You feel your body begin to cry out for rest, spent after two, consecutive releases. Your thighs tremble and you give out against his body. Your face rests against his shoulder, eyes shutting—

And then there’s the searing slick of oil against your back.

Without pretense, grabs you by the shoulders and rolls with you. The forest whooshes by in a blur of browns and purples until you’re staring up at the canopy. He doesn’t even pull out of you.

More, your body cries, whittled down to mere instinct and desire. You want more, and by the gods, does he give it to you. Your legs wrap around his waist, tugging him as tight as possible to you.

You don’t care about whatever your relationship was before this. You don’t care how it’ll change. All you care about is the pleasure that’s seeping over you and the runes rising in the air, divine shapes of gold that rise around in a circle and stick to your skin like clothes during rain.

Each slam of his cock inside of your feeble body spirals you further and further into insensitivity. Fat, hot tears bead in your eyes and roll down your cheeks and your hands fly to his shoulders. You don’t know if you’re trying to push him away or bring him closer. His velvety praise gives way to low groans and snarls as he fucks into you with renewed vigor, eyes glowing with something faintly not him.

Your clit bumps up against his pulvis with every thrust and your eyes clench tight. He’s too fucking big to not hit every little place inside you that makes you a feeble mess.

Your body feels overheated and is pushed to the brink with each passing moment.

The runes and the dimness of the forest and the molasses sweet sound of his voice fold around you like a cocoon until you cum in unison. Your cries bounce of the stumps and trunks and barren branches, your mixed essences leaking out onto the still-dry dirt. You force yourself to keep your eyes open so you can watch the shut of his eyes and the curl of his lips as he growls deep and dark.

He lays you down and time stops passing. It’s only an obscene smattering of pleasure, of cum and “Caduceus, Caduceus, Caduceus~” until reality reforms. Your body is effectively jelly, limbs splayed out where he left them.

He’d shifted between gentle and violent, a turbulence that definitely surprised you and knocked the breath out of you more than once. But it was good.

...And you’ll probably pay for it tomorrow. Your eyes flutter shut, breath finally beginning to even.

In between all the fucking, you know plumes of gold rolled off your skin and into the air, and only now are you curious as to what that does.

One of Caduceus’s arms, warm and furry is thrown over your torso. The soft sound of his breathing nearly lulls you to sleep—but he shifts. The grass crinkles and crunches under him as he pulls himself into a sitting position, pink eyes wide as he leans over you. His movements are frantic and hurried, lips curled and eyebrows furrowed into a concerned expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” A small smile crawls across your lips and you reach a hand up. The muscles in your arms protest and wobble as you reach your fingers on his cheek, thumb brushing underneath his eye. “It was really good, Caduceus.” Your voice is nothing more than a whisper, fatigue already pulling at your body, urging you to sleep.

“Okay,” He replies, “You can go to sleep. I’ll carry you back to the house.”

His permission is all you really need to rest your head and shut your eyes. You hear the shift of the grass underneath his feet before his arms come to wrap around you. Instinctively, your eyes fly open and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, your legs around his waist. Your face presses into the crook of his shoulder and take a deep inhale. Your body unwinds and relaxes within mere moments, guided by the exhaustion that weighs you down.

When you fall asleep, you miss the way the golden runes twirl off your bodies and into the air.

You miss the circle pulses with vibrant energy. You miss the way patches of grass begin to turn emerald green, and the small flowers that start poking out from the brush.

#caduceus clay #critical role #imagine critical role

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nebulascribe · 5 years

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The Ultimate Headcanon/OC Challenge

Taken from x

Character: Misty Yawa (Kasumi Yawa) This Character is from: Pokemon --- 1. Real Name: Kasumi Misty Yawa 2. Age: 20 3. Birthday: April 1st 4. Family members: Anahita Yawa nee Ikeda- Mother (Deceased), Daisy Yawa - Sister, Violet Yawa - Sister, Lily Yawa - Sister, Coburn Yawa 5a. Relationships(Thread relationships): Brandon/Misty, Possibly Keith/Misty 5b. Relationships(Canon): None 6. Hidden talent: An Expert Ping Pong player 7. Their Job: Gym Leader of Cerulean City’s Pokemon Gym 8. Hobbies: Fishing, Swimming, Training her Pokemon, 9. Something they dream of doing: Becoming an Elite Four Member as well as making Cerulean Gym the most powerful Gym in the region. 10. A food they can't resist: She likes sweets though she rarely eats them. 11. Favorite sport to play: Pool Volleyball 12. Favorite sport to watch: Water Polo 13. Religion: -Classified- 14. Worst fear: Bugs 15. Injuries: She’s pulled muscles a couple times, broken an arm once and busted her nose while training Gyarados one time. 16. Something they dream of having: Catching a Legendary that will help her learn to be stronger. 17. How they react under pressure: She’s learned to keep cool under pressure. However, if someone gets under her skin, she’ll be extremely tempermental. 18. Hot or cold places?: Hot. She hates the cold 19. What literature they enjoy: She’s not much of a reader 20. What movies they would watch: She likes a good scare and action films. 21. What music they would listen to: Idol Groups , Rock, and Alternative 22. Morning schedule: Wake up early, go for a jog to the Cerulean cape and back, eat a medium sized breakfast, start training for the day. 23. An object that is important to them: Wallace gave Misty a handmade Mystic Water that had been given to him when he was just a boy. He felt she needed it, since he had already achieved his goal of becoming Champion of Hoenn. She keeps it around Golduck’s neck. She also has a picture of Ash, her and Brock from their journey together that is on her desk at the gym. 24. A skill they are bad at: Girl can’t cook anything except veggies. Most things she eats are from a subscription she is subscribed to that sends her instructions on how to prepare it properly. 25. Something relaxing: She listens to sounds of the ocean in order to fall asleep on stressful days 26. Pet-Peeve: Liars, Cheaters 27. Favorite holiday: Christmas 28. Favorite color: Light Blue 29. Do they prefer simpler life, or more modern life?: A mix of both. While she appreciates the technological advances of the modern era, sometimes she likes to turn off the electronics and head to the cape to relax. 30. Favorite animal Pokemon: Starmie/Staryu. They’ve been with her since the start 31. 5 words to describe them: Hothead, Strong, Smart, Athletic, Stubborn 32. Nationality: Kantonian 33. A goal they have: Become the Water Master of Pokemon 34. Where they would go on vacation: Alola 35. Where they live: Cerulean City, Kanto 36. Where they would like to live: Though she loves Alola, she wishes to have a second place in Hoenn. 37. How they would react to being the last person on the Earth: She would be kinda lonely. She wouldn’t know what to do with herself. 38. Do they like being in pictures?: Yes? No. It’s complicated 39. A pet Pokemon they had( in the past that they released) : Togetic 40. A person that gives them encouragement: Ash & Daisy 41. A person that demoralizes them: Violet and Lily, Lance 42. Something that angers them: People whom take advantage of other’s ignorance 43. Something that pleases them: Waterfalls 44. Political party/viewpoint: Nope 45. Preferred weapon: Pokeball; a bat. 46. Favorite type of weather: Sunny 47. 3 companions in a zombie apocalypse: Ash. Wait no he’d eat everything. Brock, Erica, and Gyarados 48. Viewpoint on accepting help: While she encourages others to always accept help, she has a hard time doing it herself. 49. The perfect day: Swimming in a Spring. Especially in the spring. 50. Something they want to learn about: 51. Education: College (Only in the University Verse) Self taught Oceanography 52. Favorite mode of transportation: Her bike/Walking 53. Driving skills: Hahahahahahaha 54. Favorite board game: She doesn’t really like Boardgames 55. How they react while in the spotlight: Doesn’t mind it but hates papparazi; Has sicked her Pokemon on Paps that harass her 56. Did they inherit anything from their parents/guardians?: Stubborness from her mother 57. A time they were lied to and haven't gotten over it: She doesn’t really trust boys romantically. She’s seen them lie to her sisters many times and she doesn’t trust them at first due to encountering so many boys like this. 58. Something they tried out for/applied to but didn't make it: Tried in the past to be an Elite Four Member; Has yet to pass the exam to become one. 59. Favorite place to sleep: Bed 60. Something they need to be corrected on: Her Anger. 61. Have they kept a journal? How did it turn out?: No. She doesn’t like writing 62. Something they are allergic to: Lactose-Intolerant 63. Do they get lost easily?: Yes No 64. Favorite season: Spring 65. Do they listen to their instinct?: Always 66. Are they easy to approach?: Now she is 67. A type of art they would like: Any really 68. Something they don't leave home without: Her Pokeballs. Duh 69. Something they have a reputation for: Strongest Water Type Trainer In Kanto 70. Do they get into trouble often?: No 71. Do they easily accept advice?: Not really. She tries but, 72. Their history: x 73. Do they deal well with pain?: Yeah, she doesn’t really like to talk about 74. Their reaction to receiving compliments: Some people she takes them but others she tends to deflect them. 75. Do they swear a lot?: Fuck Yes 76. A place they go to think: The cape 77. How they would react to becoming blind (If the character is blind, then being able to see again): She would be a bit more resigned. She wouldn’t be able to become a water type master, so she wouldn’t know what else to do. 78. Something they collect: Water Type Pokemon 79. Something they're proud of accomplishing: Becoming the Third Most Powerful Gym 80. A secret they have: Her Childhood Crush on Ash 81. Are aliens real?: No 82. Which is better? Luck or skill?: Skill. 83. Would they rather money or happiness?: Happiness. Money isn’t everything 84. Would they rather be the shining knight, or the ferocious dragon?: The knight. She’d rather not be possibly the target of wannabe knights. 85. Are they competitive? Who would they have a rivalry with?: Yes. Most of her friends 86. Something that disgusts them: Peppers and Bugs 87. Are they a romantic?: Uh.... 88. An unpopular opinion of theirs: N/a 89. Someone they can relate to: Any tomboy trainer that challenges her gym. 90. The strangest thing they've ever seen: There’s a list... 91. The best dream they've ever had: No comment 92. Something they could talk to anyone about: Swimming and Battling 93. What they would give to save someone's life: Her own life 94. Something they threw away that they wish they had kept: Her very first Water Ballet Outfit. 95. Something they regret: Being so distant from her mother. 96. Someone they would be there for, no matter what: Her sisters, Ash & Brock 97. A bad habit: She bites her nails 98. An aroma they like: Seawater 99. Something they wish they could do over: She does wish she had brought up her feelings to Ash as a way of closure rather than concentrating all her energy on training and almost ignoring him the entire time. 100. Who do they look up to?: Ash Wallace

Tagging: Anyone

#Water Mermaid Misty #Adding to Misty's Character Sheet (Headcanons)

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coeurspire · 5 years

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kid meme cont'd: laxana, kora/adam, frayden, Dimiresia and noburn part 2

cana&laxus

gender: female

general appearance: the first thing people realise about her is that she is tall. very tall. the second thing people really see is her hair, dyed in all sorts of colours from the age of thirteen. by now, few remember what colour it originally had ( dark brown, almost black ) and few would actually ask. she has her father’s eye colour but her mother’s eye shape, though neither parents claims to be responsible for the look in her eyes --- she seems almost always a bit amused.

personality: one cannot talk about elara without mentioning the word stubborn. other words that tend to be mentioned are: witty, sarcastic ( usually accompanied with a sigh ) and loyal.

special talents: like her parents, she is a mage, but what she would call her special talent is not her skill with magic but rather how she is very good at games that can be found at games, especially the ones that are usually said to be rigged.

who they like better: she loves her father a lot, but she slightly prefers her mother. very slightly. and she would never ever admit it.

who they take after more: all in all, it is difficult to say. both her parents have --- colourful families and to pinpoint where some of elara’s trait come from would very well be a hundred - year - quest before long.

personal headcanon: like most children, elara was very young when she decided that she wanted to be a doctor. unlike most children, she did not grow out of this. instead, the older she got, the more determined she grew. she got the grades she needed and, having inherited both her parents’ stubbornness, she was accepted at a university of great renown when she was twenty. there would have been no stopping her, not that anyone actually tried.

kora&adam

gender: female

general appearance: she takes after her mother, not that most people would realise it, but she has her father’s hair colour and his perpetual fatigue. a scholar at heart, she spends a lot of times indoors, hunched over tomes many times her age and this is reflected by her pale skin and her somewhat bad posture, though this improves after her mother suggests dancing classes.

personality: quiet and focused, isa is someone who prefers to observe and to come up with a plan instead of immediately jumping into action. at times, this makes her too slow, too careful, but when she spends time with more impulsive people, she begins to become more spontaneous.

special talents: no one has memorised more poems, just like no one is better at finding the right words for every situation. it is a gift that comes in handy often throughout her life, though it also makes for a game — getting isa to stumble over her words.

who they like better: she loves her parents, but she really adores her maternal grandmother and her paternal great-grandmother.

who they take after more: all in all, her father — his preference for coffee, his exhaustion — but the value she places on creativity, especially in her spellwork, is something she got from her mother.

personal headcanon: isa joins lamia scale when she is sixteen, not because her parents pull strings but because she is a gifted mage and it would have been a shame to lose her to another guild. the guild has not had a veritable expert for rune magic in two generations, but as some of the first serpents used this magic, there exists an impressive collection of books pertaining to this magic in the guild’s library.

freya&dylan

gender: female

general appearance: blond, pale and dark-eyed, rowan looks like a doll, a perfect porcelain doll. it is an image she enhances with clothes in soft colours that give her an air that is reminiscent of a dainty flower. however, this image it very much deceiving. there are some freckles that wander from her face to her shoulders, a tiny imperfection that only serves to enhance her looks.

personality: rowan is brilliant and ambitious … and ruthless, but she has her soft sides, too. she is fiercely loyal to her family and those who have proven worthy of her loyalty, occasionally to the point where her plans to help them become overly complicated. and yet, they always work out in the end.

special talents: rowan has a knack for imitating other people, especially their voices. entirely unrelated — her school requires dylan or freya to email them, should their daughter be sick.

who they like better: she does not pick sides, not really. she loves both her parents for different reasons, even if sometimes, their relationships are …exhausting as especially her mother requires — feedback at times. if her aunt would finally agree to teach her things rowan’s mother cannot teach her, her aunt would probably be her favourite, however.

who they take after more: after all is said and done, probably her mother, though she did inherit her tendency to extreme behaviour from her father’s side of the family.

personal headcanon: alongside her cousins, rowan is a popular guest on parties — and the parties she throws in her parents’ house are both legendary and exclusive to the people she trusts not to spill wine on her parents’ white couch. a guest she would really like to attend one day: amelia hopkins, but she has not been successful thus far.

theresia&dimitri

gender: female

general appearance: while much taller than her mother, lys still takes after her in terms of appearance. she is lean and swift-footed, tends to move quickly and accompanied by the blur of colour that she calls her clothes — though she would not be her father’s daughter without owning a grand total of nine leather jackets.

personality: while she looks like her mother, lys has her father’s personality — perhaps not quite as intense, but the foundations are the same. she can be rather impulsive and impatient — and when the thin thread of her patience snaps, it takes time for it to heal. she is close to the children who also have a darker side to them, finding kindred spirits in them.

special talents: having spent hours with her grandfather and her mother, lys is a skilled seamstress who typically at least alters clothes she buys, though she prefers to make them herself — or help her mother / her grandfather in making them.

who they like better: lys would never really admit it, but she is closer to her mother. this does not mean she likes her better, it just means that sometimes, it is easier for her to talk to theresia.

who they take after more: ultimately? probably her father. but a version of her father who had a happy, healthy childhood.

personal headcanon: lys’ best friend is amelia hopkins and really, this does not surprise anyone. their personalities mesh well as they are both above being popular in the classic sense of the word and instead follow their own path, one that leads them far away from the pitfalls of teenage schemes. instead of going to parties, they spend their friday evenings sitting in the tree house amelia’s father built for her when she was a kid, looking at stars and talking about all the places they really want to see one day.

auburn&noel

gender: male

general appearance: mika is almost carbon copy of his father, though his mother’s influence can’t be denied as he has her freckles, her hair colour and her eyes, too. though the latter is sometimes difficult to see as he is wearing glasses. like his sister, he wears comfortable, timeless clothes and has a penchant for wristwatches.

personality: he is endlessly compassionate, something that worries those who are close to him as they fear others might take advantage of him. at the same time, he is the kind of person who, once his trust has been broken, does not forgive. he is observant and quiet, something that grants him a lot of insight into others while few really understand him.

special talents: he is a great listener, something that he always chalks up to simply having a lot of empathy, but as his cousin has pointed out --- he is a great listener because he knows a bit too well when to stay silent, when to make a sound and when to ask a question. as mika is a kindhearted person, he would never exploit this, but rowan is not wrong to say that he could. technically.

who they like better: honestly? his older sister. he loves his parents a lot, but he is a teenager and right now, he thinks his parents are embarrassing. on the other hand, isleen is the one he deems most normal in his entire family. rowan is cool, too.

who they take after more: all things considered, his mother --- though the sides of his mother that are less known to most people. like her, he blushes a lot when he is embarrassed and gets very nervous around whoever he is crushing on.

personal headcanon: he considers wren montgomery his best friend, though he has a secret from him, namely that he thinks that wren’s older sister merle is cute. cuter, as far as mika is concerned, than girls like lys and amelia who scare him. just a little bit.

if they had a kid / accepting

#withachanceoflaxus #▌█ ❥▐ ' & ASK. WORD CAME THROUGH IN A LETTER.#▌█ ❥▐ ' & OOC ASK. LEAVE HER BREATHLESS.

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 6 years

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Could I have headcanon of the liason of the Lost Light who had adopted a dog, who had a terrible past and the bots sees how the dog goes from being terrified of them, jumping at the slightest of sound to a very happy dog, who friendly greets everyone they sees and loves to play with everyone? (I love your writing! Hope you will inspired to keep on writing for a long time)

Rodimus fucking adopts the dog with you. This dog is his baby now and he won’t let anyone harm it in any way. He can be a little to forward sometimes and you will have to tell him to calm down so the dog can get used to him first. When he sees how the dog starts to heal Rodimus almost cries. That’s right baby, you can do it. He loves it with all his spark and is so happy that it learned how to trust and live again.

Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus is skeptical at first. Will this dog keep you from doing your job? Will it cause trouble for the rest of the crew? Despite this he quickly warms up to the dog and he even uses his irreducible form to appear smaller and less threatening in front of it. He can’t help but smile when the dog finally trusts him and runs up to him, wagging its tail. You did a good job liaison, thank you for proving him wrong.

Megatron tries to avoid the dog at first since he doesn’t have any interest in it. But he ends up getting drawn to the dog. Both of them are broken and in need of help. Perhaps… perhaps they can find it together? He ends up loving the dog, even if he doesn’t say it, and it fills him with hope when he sees it improving and slowly healing. He and the dog ends up bonding and it fills him with joy everytime he hears it barking in excitement.

Drift supports the dog with all his spark and makes it his mission to help you with its healing. He’s oh so gentle and patient with the dog and lets it take as much time as it needs to. Every breakthrough, no matter how small, is met with positivity and excitement. He also kinda spoils the dog and won’t stop giving it treats for every single thing it does. Drift, stop, you’re going to make it overweight.

Swerve loves the dog and while his over-enthusiasm scares it away at first he learns how to control himself and make the dog feel safe with him. It can sense he means well and it decides to trust him. And oh boy, Swerve turns into such a dog mom. He’s got a thousand pictures of the dog and treats it like his baby. When he sees it wag its tail and get all excited he can’t help but shed a tear. They grow up so fast.

Ten and the dog immediately bonds. No one knows how or why but for some reason the dog trusts ten with all its heart and Ten just adores it right back. He’s super careful with it and carries it around in his servos with the same gentleness as if it were made out of glass. Gets super happy when the dog starts trusting people more and makes it a ton of toys to play with. This doggo is now his best friend.

Skids turns into a dog expert in one second. He’s never even seen a dog before yet he acts like Cesar Millan. And of course the dog loves him, even if it is kinda shy. He knows exactly what to do to make it feel at ease and how to encourage it. Seeing it heal and become a happy and secure dog again makes Skids feel accomplished and is filled with a strange sense of peace. He’s so happy he could help it.

Riptide keeps accidentally scaring the dog until someone tells him he needs to be super careful with it and all of a sudden he treats it as if it’s a ticking time bomb. At least now he doesn’t scare the dog. Likes playing with it and loves it when it gets more and more friendly and open. It makes him really happy to see. He makes a tiny harness with a shark fin on it and makes the dog wear it. Calls it “Riptide Jr.”.

Rung may not have met a dog before but he’s used to calming people down and practically radiate safety and comfort so it’s only a matter of time before the dog falls in love with him. The dog is never afraid with him and Rung does his best so that it will feel the same way with the rest of the crew. Once the dog opens up he is so happy and proud. Sometimes the dog helps as a therapy animal during sessions with his patients.

Whirl turns, surprising everyone, into a real mama bear. Anyone mess with this dog and he gonna shoot them, no questions asked. Carries the dog around on and sometimes in his cockpit and stores a bunch of dog treats in there. Probably gets the dog a bunch of cool clothes too. He denies it with all his spark but when he sees the dog running around all happy he can’t help but sniffle. That’s his baby alright.

Fortress Maximus is the epitome of “I’ve only had _____ for one day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and them myself”. You know those pictures of giant men with tiny puppies? This is Max except the dog is grown up and he’s a giant robot. He tries to heal together with the dog so that one day they can both feel safe and enjoy life to the fullest. He’s so proud of it when it finally breaks out of its shell.

Tailgate shouts “pupper!” which unfortunately scares the dog away, making Tailgate very sad. He tries again, this time much calmer, and this time he manages to befriend the dog. The first time the dog licks his servo he’s awestruck. “Primus does exist”. Does his best to help the dog get out of its shell and start trusting again. Cries like a baby when he realizes the dog feels better now and finally feels safe.

Cyclonus is neutral about the dog at first. He doesn’t really care about it until Tailgate drags him in. Then he kinda likes it. Seeing the dog gradually open up and start to trust again is warming his spark though and he is supporting it from the sidelines. He secretly turns into a bit of a dog enthusiast after meeting this dog and can’t stop looking up more about dogs on the internet. He finds them fascinating.

Chromedome is a bit cautious of the dog at first. It is so skittish and easily scared that he’s worried that it might die of a heart attack or something. That doesn’t mean he dislikes it, no, he actually finds it kind of cute. And when the dog slowly gets more and more secure and happy he can’t help but interact with it more. It’s such an incredible species and he’s glad to have met it. You really did a good job liaison.

Rewind wants to get as close to the dog as possible in order to film it but when he notices how scared it is he calms down and decides to try and earn its trust first. He looks up a bunch of things about dogs on the internet and asks you for advice and slowly the dog starts to trust him. The day it finally runs up to him with its tail wagging Rewind is so happy that he almost forgets to record it. Now he’s got a ton of dog videos.

Brainstorm sees the dog and how scared it is and makes a fucking dog mecha-suit it can ride around it. When asked why he says it’s so it can feel safe. How much safer can one get than with guns? He is very enthusiastic with the dog and all progress is met with a bunch of positivity and lots and lots of treats. He fucking loves this dog and spoils it rotten. If it had the will to it could get away with murder because of Brainstorm.

Perceptor finds the dog intriguing. Such an intriguing species. But it seems very distressed. Ah, perhaps he can help? With his calm nature the dog easily feels at ease around him. Perceptor apparently also gives the best pets and scritches which causes the dog to seek him out by itself. He is very satisfied when he notices that the dog have recovered completely from whatever traumatic event that happened to it.

First Aid stays away from the dog at first since he doesn’t know anything about them and is afraid he will just scare it. Eventually he will gather up enough courage to approach it and he can’t help but find it super adorable. He feels bad for it when he sees how scared it is and decides that he should at least try to help it. When it finally breaks out of its shell First Aid is overjoyed and praises it to Cybertron and back.

Ratchet just can’t find it in himself to be annoyed at the dog when it barks in fear, he’s not completely heartless and he actually pities the poor thing. He softens up a remarkable bit when around the dog and treats it both carefully and with respect. While he pretends to dislike it when it barks excitedly he actually enjoys it and is happy that it no longer is plagued by fear. Good job champ, he knew you could do it.

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Did you see arcanelucario's headcanon based on ilselani's fan art of Eren Annie and Falco? Could you write something like that with those three, it's been bugging me since I saw that fan art and I think you'd write something really good for it. Love your fics

Ah, this one has been sitting in my ask for so long I feel bad >///@arcanelucario and @ilselani are such talented people, so writing something based on their work is an honor ^^

Babysitting

EreAni. Modern AU.

3952 words.

Annie doesn’t hate kids. She doesn’t even dislike them. She just doesn’t know what to do with them when they’re in her presence, so she tries to avoid them as much as possible. It’s been tough to do now that she’s been dating Eren, who enjoys hanging with the Grice kids, family friends that are so close to him that they might as well be related. But even at family gatherings, she tries to keep interactions with them to a minimum, preferring to keep her conversations with them short although she suspects that giving children one-word answers to all their questions make her difficult to like. She can’t even bring herself to smile in front of them because kids make her so nervous, and her default bitch face isn’t that much better. Still, she tries to manage as best as she can.

But she can’t avoid any of that now that Eren has agreed to babysit Falco, one of the Grice children. Colt, Falco’s older brother, was spending the day with Zeke at a ballgame that was taking place downtown. Zeke only had two tickets, so Falco, who is far more thoughtful than Annie thought that an eight-year-old child could be, graciously volunteered to stay at home until Eren offered to spend the day with him so that he wouldn’t have to spend the day moping. She had initially shuddered at the thought of having to spend the day with Falco, who probably though her frightening because of her apparent dislike of him. (She doesn’t dislike him. That’s just her face. She actually thinks the kid is quite charming even though she never really knows what to say to him.)

Needless to say, she’s not really looking forward to this. She’s sure that the kid will come out thinking she’s some sort of witch by the time he gets picked up tomorrow.

“Do you want to sit in the front or in the back?” Eren asks Falco.

Falco hesitates when he sees that Annie slips into the driver’s seat, probably thinking that the cool blonde is far too scary to sit next to even though his cousin Eren has been dating her for quite some time. After a while, he finally says, “I think it’s fine if I sit in the back. You want to sit in the front with Miss Annie, don’t you?”

“You can just call her Annie, you know,” Eren says as he opens the door to the back of the car so that Falco can slide in. He takes the seat next to Falco, waving a hand when Falco begins to protest. “It’s fine. I get to see Annie every day. She’s probably thankful that you’re here now so I have someone else to bother all day.”

“He’s right. He’s annoying if you’re stuck with him all day,” Annie says from the front. She adjusts the rearview mirror so that she can see the both of them clearly in its reflection. Falco looks surprised as if he hadn’t expected her to talk, but Eren just gives her the same adoring smile that he always does. “Buckle up, boys.”

Eren helps Falco buckle his seatbelt before doing his own. “Is there anything you want to do? Play ball? Watch the game on TV? Play video games?”

“Er, it’s okay,” Falco mumbles. He picks at imaginary lint on his clothing, his eyes flitting nervously at where Annie sits in the driver’s seat. “I don’t want to disturb Miss Annie while she’s doing her work.”

“It’s just a bit of reading,” Annie tells Falco. She’s an editor at a publishing company, something she’s mentioned once or twice at Eren’s family parties. She didn’t think Falco would remember something like that or had even heard. “Even if you’re noisy, I listen to music while I’m working so I probably won’t hear you guys at all.”

Falco looks relieved, but Eren frowns and leans over to poke Annie’s cheek. “Are you really not going to hang out with us? Zeke’s out with Colt, so now Falco and I are lonelier than usual. Doesn’t a day with us sound better than reading a bunch of manuscripts?”

She takes a quick glance at the rearview mirror, eyebrow raised. “Falco? Sure, I’d love to spend a day with him. But you? No, not at all.”

She sees Falco smile a little bit to himself, stifling a laugh behind a hand, and she thinks that maybe they’ll be alright after all.

The car ride home is a lot livelier than she expected it to be. Annie was sure it would be filled with a lot of long and awkward silences – Falco was a quiet child and she wasn’t really one for conversation herself – but Eren had a surprising number of car ride games up his sleeve. He only played them with Falco knowing that Annie disliked distraction when she was doing anything, especially driving, and the two played numerous types of games all at once. She was impressed with their ability to jump from game to game seamlessly without any hiccups or confusion – word games, geography games, twenty questions, a game called padiddle where they would watch for cars with one headlight out, and punch buggy. It seems that punch buggy is Falco’s favorite because he can sock Eren as hard as he could and Eren would cry out, rubbing his arm and complain about how strong Falco is.

Annie doesn’t usually get too invested in what happens in the back seat of her car. She usually tries to ignore the people who sit there unless they’re too drunk and on the verge of throwing up on the car cushions. Otherwise, she’s learned to drown out whatever happens there. She kind of has to when Sasha and Connie clamber into the backseat drunkenly singing old 90s songs off-key, but watching Eren and Falco playing car games makes her smile and she finds herself searching for cars driving past with only one working headlight.

She finally spots one – a tiny white car with too many bumper stickers and strangely shaped headlights that are too round, only one of which is working – and before she can stop herself, she reaches up to touch the roof of the car and says, “Padiddle!”

Both Falco and Eren seemed surprised, but Eren smiles widely when he looks at the white car that Annie had spotted through her rearview mirror and says, “Ah, we’re going to lose if Annie’s playing, Falco. She’s a much better driver than I am, and she’s an expert and looking at all rearview and side-view mirrors.”

“Padiddle – Miss Annie: 1, Eren: 7, Me: 6,” Falco says, reciting the scores he’s kept tabs of off the top of his head. “She still has to catch up with us, so we could still win. Will you be playing the other games with us too, Miss Annie?”

“Um, sure,” Annie says, checking the mirror again but this time so she can switch lanes and drive around a particularly slow driver. (Really, if you’re going to drive that slowly, why bother even getting on the highway?) “And you know you can call me Annie, Falco.”

“Okay,” Falco says. He fumbles with his hands in his lap for a second, looking up shyly at her. “Annie.”

“Punch buggy!” Eren yells suddenly, giving Falco a good punch on the arm. It’s probably not the hardest he can punch since he might give the poor boy a bruise, but it’s enough for Falco to cry out in surprise, rubbing the spot sorely while Eren grins. “How many points is that for me now, Falco?”

In the end, Annie wins both the geography and word game, Falco wins padiddle, and Eren wins punch buggy (although Annie is pretty sure he cheated because it’s not like that many people drive Volkswagen Beetles anymore).

“Okay, I need to edit a few manuscripts by the end of this weekend, so don’t bother me unless it’s to eat lunch,” Annie yawns as she unlocks the apartment to let them in. She doesn’t mind her work, but it does get tedious after a while. At least publishing houses are pretty much over the vampire romance craze, although she does still get a fair number of weird supernatural romance books to look over.

“Will you be in your room all day, Annie?” Falco asks. There’s a little frown on his face that he tries to hide, but she can tell he’s disappointed. She thought he wouldn’t mind it and that she wouldn’t care, but she hates looking at his ocean blue eyes, sad that she won’t be joining them.

“I suppose if I finish early I’ll come out and play with you guys,” Annie says, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. She never thought she’d actually consider spending time with a child willingly, but here she is. “I’ll try my best, okay?”

His face lights up in an excited smile. “Alright! Don’t work too hard, okay? My parents say it’s best to take breaks in between so you don’t wear yourself out.” He turns to Eren, tugging him along to where the TV is so that they can watch cartoons or play video games. “Come on, Eren!”

“Coming,” Eren says, but he gives Annie a smirk before he lets himself get dragged away.

If Falco weren’t here, she’d tell him to shut up, but now she only rolls her eyes before disappearing into her room. As she sits there in her room highlighting and crossing words out, she wonders why this work seems so unappealing compared to the muffled laughter she can hear on the other side of the wall.

Before noon, she had asked them if they wanted to order take out. She wasn’t in the mood for cooking nor could she take time off her work to make a meal for them anyhow. Eren, however, assured her that he would be fine making lunch for all of them. It would give Falco life experience too (although Annie thinks Falco is a bit too young for that). She didn’t really trust Eren with the stove or any kitchen appliance aside from the microwave (and sometimes not even that), but she figured that having Falco around would make him less likely to burn down the kitchen.

It was well past noon when she realized that Eren had not called for her, so either they hadn’t started making lunch or they had forgotten her completely. From the giggles she hears from the kitchen, she suspects it must be the latter, but when she enters the room and finds them laughing and sticking cooked spaghetti noodles to the ceiling, she thinks she probably should have thought up a third option.

She waits in the doorway waiting for them to notice her, but they never do. Pushing herself off the doorframe, she clears her throat as she walks towards them, eyebrow raised. “What are you two doing?” Annie looks around at the kitchen, chin raised to stare at the noodles that are creating unknown shapes on the ceiling. “Is this lunch?”

“Er…yes?” Eren says with a guilty smile on his face. “I was showing Falco how to cook the noodles. On a completely unrelated note, did you know that you can’t put oil in water when you’re cooking spaghetti?”

Annie narrows her eyes. “That’s where the expression ‘oil and water don’t mix’ come from, Eren. Did you try to put oil in the spaghetti water?”

“Maybe,” Eren says, not looking her in the eye as he rubs the back of his neck. “It’s fine though! I emptied out the pot and just cooked it in normal water. Ask Falco.”

Falco nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, and Eren said that you can see if the spaghetti is ready by sticking it to the ceiling. These ones are all ready,” Falco tells her, pointing happily at the noodles that hang above them. They must have stuck half the noodles up there already. “I don’t know how we’re going to get them down though.”

“It’s sticking noodles to the fridge, Eren,” Annie sighs, but she must admit that there’s something amusing about this whole thing. She glances at the half-empty pot of noodles sitting on the counter and shakes her head. She’d cook more, but she knows that the rest of them will end up on the ceiling as well. She walks over to Falco and ruffles his hair. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just call or take out and you and Eren can do whatever you want with these noodles as long as Eren cleans up afterward. What do you want? Chinese, Italian, Indian? I have some menus if you want to look at them.”

“Oh, um,” Falco says. He follows Annie as she leads him back to the living room, handing him some menus to flip through. When she sits down, he takes the seat next to her, sitting so close that his fine blond hair tickles her arm as he leans into her, pointing at certain foods and asking her opinion of them. The noodles she told him he could play with are completely forgotten.

In the kitchen, Eren has fetched the little stepping stool and is using it to reach the noodles stuck to the ceiling. He looks over at Annie, admiring the sight of Falco sitting cozily beside her. When he sees Annie take a quick look at him, he smiles and mouths, “Cute.”

Quickly, she looks away and returns to attention to Falco, telling him which shops are the closest and have the best delivery. Looking after Falco is pleasant, she thinks, although she doesn’t know if she could ever get used to it.

After lunch and a quick board game (Apples to Apples, which Falco says is his favorite), Annie retreats into her room, trying not to look at Falco’s disappointed look when she disappears. She doesn’t dislike him, she just has work to do. At least he’s an understanding child who whines when she leaves (although she can’t imagine a child ever becoming so attached to her that they would miss her when she has to go). She’s back to reading more manuscripts – a time-traveling fantasy, a murder mystery, a fictional biography – when she hears a knock on the door. It’s gentle and hesitant, nothing like Eren who usually just barges in because he’s so excited that he forgets that she’s working.

She puts the draft down and takes off her glasses, rubbing her eyes a bit because reading has strained them, and she always forgets to take breaks unless Eren is there to bother her. Turning to the door, she asks, “Falco? Is that you? Do you want to come in?”

The door creaks open slowly and Falco’s head pops in. He quietly tiptoes in, a box of donuts in his hands. “Hello, Miss Annie,” he says, forgetting that she’s allowed him to just call her by name without using an honorific in front. “Would you like a donut? Eren and I went to go get some while you were working. He said they’re your favorite and that you could use a break.”

“Annie, Annie,” Eren says, barreling through her door and smothering her in a hug. “I let Falco choose all of them, but I let him know which ones you like the best.”

“This one,” Falco says, pointing at one with a gorgeous chocolate glaze on it. He points at another one that’s dusted with powdery sugar, probably filled with chocolate or some sort of cream. “This one is my favorite, the jelly-filled one. I bought two so you could have one too because they’re especially good.”

“How very thoughtful of you, Falco,” Annie says. She takes a napkin and plucks the napkin out of the box. She smiles at him. “I’m sure it’s delicious.”

“He didn’t get one for me,” Eren pouts, plopping over onto the beanbag Annie has in the corner. He waves a hand to call Falco over. “Give me a chocolate one, Falco.”

“Ah, okay!” Falco says, trotting over to Eren and giving him the donut he asked for.

“If you get any crumbs on that beanbag, I won’t hesitate to murder you, Eren,” Annie tells him. She takes a bite, licking some of the sweet strawberry jelly from the inside, relishing in how the sweetness goes perfectly with the soft doughy.

“She’s kidding,” Eren says, winking at Falco.

“Hm,” Falco says. He doesn’t look like he believes Eren entirely, but he takes a place next to Annie, putting the box of donuts down on the side of her desk that isn’t littered with manuscripts. He takes a jelly donut for himself and takes a bite of it, a delighted grin on his face after tasting its sweet goodness. He looks at Annie and asks, “Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she replies, licking her thumb to get the rest of the powdered sugar off it. “You have good taste, Falco.”

“Thanks!” Falco beams.

She wonders if she’ll look after Falco again. She doesn’t think she’d mind it.

They eat Chinese food for dinner, takeout again because Annie doesn’t think she can stand seeing more noodles thrown at the ceiling, and play a game of Monopoly because Falco asked to even though Eren warns him against it. (“Annie’s a monster at Monopoly,” he whispers to Falco when he thinks Annie isn’t listening. “She’ll take the railroads, then Boardwalk, then Park Place, and she won’t even bat an eyelash once you start losing! She won’t even care!”) As expected, they both lose to her although Falco holds off surprisingly well considering it’s his first time playing against her.

“You’re just too good, Miss Annie,” Falco sighs, falling back and collapsing on the floor. He lifts his head and looks at her curiously. “Say, are you this good at video games?”

Off to the side, Eren shakes his head and makes a huge X with his arms, warning Falco not to even think about it. “She’s even better at video games, Falco. We’ve already lost this badly. We should just retreat now.” To Annie, he says, “Don’t you have some work to do? We’ve distracted you long enough, haven’t we?”

She ignores Eren and smiles at Falco. “Falco, do you want to play Mario Kart?”

Falco grins. “Yes!”

Behind him, Eren groans.

—

She wakes up that morning later than usual. Bleary-eyed, she sits up and looks over at the clock on the bedside counter, the screen blinking 10:30. She frowns when she realizes that Eren isn’t in bed with her, but it’s possible that he and Falco decided to sleep on the couches in the living room. Or, she thinks as she stumbles out of her bedroom to find them both sprawled on the floor and the TV playing the Mario Kart menu song in the background, he could have just fallen asleep playing video games.

Annie yawns, walking over to Eren and kneeling next to where he’s sprawled on the couch to poke him in the forehead. Falco’s on the other end, curled up in the corner with all the pillows. She had left them at ten after winning multiple games of Mario Kart, telling them to go to bed after a few more games. She never should have believed Eren would keep his word.

“Huh?” Eren mumbles, swatting at her hand. He blinks at her sleepily, smiling when he sees that it’s her. “Annie.”

“Eren,” she replies, poking him once more and ignoring his groans for her to stop. “What did I tell you yesterday?”

“Uh…” Eren sits up slowly, rubbing at his face. “Not to play video games all night.”

“What did you do?”

“We played video games all night,” Eren says, a sheepish grin on his face.

She pinches his cheek. “Wake up Falco and clean this up. We need to eat breakfast. Zeke’s going to be here soon to pick him up.”

“Alright, alright,” Eren yawns. He pokes Falco on the side. “Hey, kid, get up. We need to clean this all up and Annie’s going to make us breakfast.”

“Oh,” Falco says. His mouth stretches in a wide O as he yawns, his hand covering his mouth. He sits up, rubbing his eyes and giving Annie a sleepy smile. “What’s for breakfast, Miss Annie?”

“Hey, you’re supposed to helping me clean up!” Eren says as Falco leaves him with the tangle of wires and remotes.

“You can clean it up yourself,” Annie tells him. When Falco meets her in the kitchen, she hands him a bowl and reaches up to get the flour and sugar in the cabinet. “You want to make pancakes with me, Falco?”

“Yes!” Falco says happily.

“Aw, Falco, do you like Annie better than me now?” Eren says as he wraps up the controllers and puts them away in the cabinet under the TV.

“I just think Miss Annie is really nice,” Falco says, looking at her shyly.

Eren looks over at Annie with an accusatory glare like she had meant to steal Falco from him all along. The fact that Falco like her at all is a surprise to her and while she thought having a tiny human attached to her would be annoying, she does find Falco a sweet child and pleasant company.

She simply smirks at Eren before handing a mixing spoon to Falco and telling him how to sift the flour and sugar together. It’s nice being a child’s favorite, she thinks.

“So,” Eren says after his brother has come to pick Falco up and return him home. “What did you think?”

She can feel how tightly Falco had squeezed her as he was saying goodbye, making her promise that she’d play with him again the next time they saw each other. She doesn’t usually think children are cute, but she can’t help but think that word suits Falco exactly. She thought that looking after a child would be more tiresome, but Falco was surprisingly easy to take care of.

“He’s not that bad,” Annie replies, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I guess kids aren’t as bad as I thought.”

“Really?” Eren says, raising an eyebrow. He leans towards her, a mischievous smile on his face. “Does this mean you wouldn’t mind having kids? I think they’d be cute, especially if they looked like you.”

“What are you saying? I didn’t say anything…,” she mumbles, her face growing red. She reaches for his shirt, but he’s slipped out of her reach, dancing towards their bedroom.

“I’ve already thought of names. I wrote them all in a notebook, too,” he tells her as he disappears into the room. He pokes his head out, a notebook with the cover folded backward in his hand, and reads the list. “Chauncey, Gertrude, Ronald…” Each name is worst than the last.

“You’re not naming them,” Annie says, stomping after him and ready to grab the notebook from his hands. “You’re not naming them, Eren.”

He lifts the notebook so that she can’t reach for it and smiles at her when she glares. “So you want kids?” he asks her.

“Well,” she says, embarrassed. She fiddles with her bangs, brushing them out of her face. “I wouldn’t mind. Just as long as they don’t look too much like you.”

Eren laughs, letting his arm drop and allowing her to grab the notebook from him. It’s empty though – the names he had recited were all ones he had made up – and before she can say anything, he plants a hard kiss on her lips. He pulls away, a playful grin on his face. “Then let’s make a lot, yeah?”

#ereani #eren jaeger #annie leonhardt #snk #modern au #asks #answered #requests #anon #anonymous #ahhh titles are so hard #it's so hot!!!

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Sorry but i absolutely want to ask this one! Can you make a headcannon of Knights plus Chiaki, Mao and Nazuna when their s/o bring them to a lingerie store together? I'm so sorry >

I promised some angst but I’mtaking a break from it already wwww it’s painful to write…. This request is socute though ?? I loved it, it was super fun ! I hope you like the headcanonstoo !! – mod mademoiselle

Tsukasa

Thought circuits broke ! This is anemergency ! Tsukasa is now unresponsive !

He thought your shopping date was mostly going to revolved around clothes and didn’t even consider underwear. He didn’t dare say it, but he didn’tactually hear you when you suggested going in the lingerie store next and hejust nodded happily. Now he’s regretting he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself…

His cheeks are just as red as hishair and he’s waiting near the entrance of the shop. Sometimes he shyly turnsaround to check if you’re done yet but then… ! He sees ! He saw too much !!

He’s that one weirdo facing a wall,eyes closed, and counting very loudly to distract himself while you’re pickingunderwear.

But it turned out to be useless, andhe’s now haunted by the fact he saw your underwear !! It doesn’t matter if youweren’t wearing it yet, he’s still seen it !!! Sometimes he remembers thiswhole incident and gets really flustered.

Arashi

He’s super happy you took him along for your shopping session ! Especially since you trust him enough to bring him to your favoritelingerie store !

He picked some very cute sets inlovely pastel colors, and you were astonished as to how much they suit you !Turns out Arashi has an eye for things that would look just great on you.

He won’t stop gushing about how cuteyou are and how everything would look great on you. He’s really having a hardtime picking, sometimes !

He kinda wants to buy some forhimself, but ultimately settled for matching pajamas with you. He can’t wait tocuddle with you while wearing them !

Sometimes you get the feeling he’shaving even more fun than you shopping, and truth be told, he’s kind of makingyou into his very own model. He can’t help it, he just loves seeing you allcute and happy wearing adorable lingerie !

Ritsu

“Shopping… ? Do I really, really have to come…. ?” He ended upgoing with you anyway, but only because you promised you’d make it up to himlater.

His eyes widened a bit when youentered the lingerie store together, but he’s trying to play it cool and actnonchalant… even though he stares at the displays occasionally…

He got weirdly involved in theshopping session, showing you things he likes and coaxing you into trying themon. Unsurprisingly, he likes dark colors and lace the most ! He gets veryblushy around them too.

He’s constantly peeking into thefitting room, eyes bright. He can’t wait until you get home to give him aprivate fashion show !

Needless to say, he was in a supergood mood for the rest of the day, humming happily and holding you close tohim constantly.

Izumi

You weren’t sure he’d even agree tocome with you, but he was 120% into the idea. There’s just something he lovesabout seeing you in outfits he chose !

He’s strolling casually in thelingerie store and looks like he’s used to it. He was a bit confused about how lingerieeven works (“Of course I know howyou put that on ! It’s, uh… You know what, just do it yourself. I’ll watch.”)but he’s an expert at matching it up.

Sometimes he just stands there, staringat a display, eyes glossy and smiling weirdly. You’re not sure whether youshould call out to him or just leave him be. Maybe he’s lost in his imaginationor something ?

He wants to get a say in it ! If hecan’t pick at least one set for you, he’ll be sulking. He has great tastes, soyou can definitely trust him with that ! Well, what he likes is kinda riskythough…

Gets extra touchy-feely andpossessive after that. And a bit cocky, too. “You know, that one set I picked…I want to see it on you often, got it ? I wasted an entire afternoon helpingyou out with shopping, so… won’t you make me happy too, mmh ?”

Leo

Come on, going shopping with Leo ?Sounds like you’re gonna have a bad time. He won’t stop hiding inthe clothes racks.

For some reason, he’s super curiousabout the lingerie. He’s constantly picking up stuff, prodding it, trying it onhimself in the middle of the store… “Hey hey, looks like you can use that likea catapult ! Look, if I put something in here and pull… Hey, it works ! Wahaha,I’m the best !”

He’s having a lot of fun showing youhorrendous stuff and pushing you to try it on. You can’t even tell if hegenuinely likes it or if he’s just making fun of you.

Oh, but don’t worry : he’s going tocalm down instantly once you try the lingerie on. He’s peeking in the changingroom shyly, cheeks tinted pink, and he hides whenever you notice. “Ah, I didn’tsee anything, I swear ! Really !”

He ended up buying two pairs ofsuper fuzzy socks for himself because he literally fell in love with them. They’rehis favorite now.

Chiaki

He can’t exactly say shopping is hisfavorite pastime, but… ! If it’s for you, he’s ready to do just about anything !Even going lingerie shopping… ?

He’s really flustered. He’s following you around like a puppy, clumsilyknocking racks over… all in an effort not to look too much at the clothes ondisplay.

Expect him to hide in a corner withyour bags, patiently waiting until you’re done. He sees it as a mission againsthis own curiosity ! He must protect your purity !

Will stand firmly, arms crossed, infront of the fitting room to “guard” it against possible intruders. He peeks inonce in a while, but only to check if you’re done and “report”. “Nothingunusual ! How are things on your— Oops ! I-I didn’t mean to peek, sorry… !”

He got out of the store cheekspinkish, and a bit disoriented… but he’s happy you’re happy ! And, well… if heintends to fight for your sake, he’d better man up a little bit, and nothingbetter to start training than lingerie stores !

Nazuna

Although he’s kinda flustered at thethought he’s gonna go inside a lingerie store for the first time, he wants youto see him as your cool and reliable boyfriend ! So there’s no way he’s refusing to gowith you !

Do not comment on the fact he’sblushing. He knows. And he doesn’twant you to notice. He’ll just turn away and pretend he’s looking at anotherrack to hide it, just long enough to regain his composure.

He can’t help but imagine you ineverything he sees, which doesn’t make things easier… While he’s trying to lookcool by picking something for you, he’s worried you might not like it or thinkhe’s a pervert, so he just sticks to giving you his opinion when asked.

He’s super worried what you pickmight be uncomfortable, and he didn’t look convinced when you laughed andexplained it’s actually not that unpleasant. It still doesn’t look super comfyto him…

He was super proud of himself fornot being too flustered, up until you promised you’d show him everything hehelped you pick once at home. Congrats, you completely broke him.

Mao

Part of him is super smug! He feels really cool, going lingerie shopping with you like the mature and reliableboyfriend he is ! But the other part is, well, super awkward.

What if you think he’s a pervert forlooking ? What if he gives you bad advice ? What if you trystuff on right in front of him ? His mind is buzzing and he doesn’t evenregister you’re asking him for his opinion on one set you like.

He can’t pick between two things to save his life ! He just clumsily points to the one you look like youlove the most. Everything looks great, how is he even supposed to choose ?

You caught him fiddling with a brawhen he thought you were not looking. He was trying his best to unhook it fast,and failing miserably.

He was relieved to get out of thestore, but glad he made you happy by going ! And he hopes next time, he’s goingto be a bit more helpful. Maybe if you give him enough practice…

#enstars #ensemble stars #knights #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #arashi narukami #ritsu sakuma #tsukasa suou #nazuna nito #chiaki morisawa #mao isara #headcanons #ensemble stars headcanons #enstars headcanons #imagine #mod mademoiselle

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straane · 7 years

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yuna & flaws.

this is a subject I briefly kinda hinted at in my tuna post & found myself wanting to properly tackle. I've occasionally seen criticism of Yuna's character dismissing her as "the perfect woman" with no manifest flaws or the sorta faux "acing that job interview" type of flaws such as working too hard, being too selfless, being too kind etc. that are basically strengths masquerading as weaknesses and only really add to her inhuman excellence. and literally there's this one NPC chillin at the Moonflow that gives this highly refined character analysis: "Yuna embodies perfection". well, let's break this thing down, shall we?

and before I start, let it be known that I personally genuinely adore flawed characters, doesn't matter what type of flaws; it's something that to me, recommends a character and gets me invested in their story & struggles so yeah basically the bigger the human disaster and the more varied their range of f**kup the greater my fondness of them – and at the same time I'm a big fan of virtuous, noble-minded, goody-good sorta heroes so it's not really an anti-hero/anti-villain thing either. LOVE the latter lot as well but it's not like they own flaws if you know what I mean

someone'll ask me why i like x and i'm like off the top of my head they're just so dumb and completely obnoxious and mediocre at everything i love it

so what I'm saying is me talking yuna & flaws is actually a great compliment to her & an expression of my abundant love & adoration

so let's address her

1. workaholic tendencies/excessive selflessness/excessive kindness. so are these real defects or sneaky supplemental strengths or the sly ploys of employee hopefuls? well I might as well fully embrace that metaphor and assert that throughout the pilgrimage, Yuna is actually doing a sort of prolonged large-scale job interview. I mean, she already got the job – business card says 'fully-fledged summoner' – yay – but what she's really shooting for is 'Spira's ray of light', an all-around national hero figure and constant 24/7 source of inspiration, comfort & consolation (not to mention hands-on aid) symbol of hope & salvation etc etc. AND eventual concrete salvation lol. basically, yes, she is aiming for an inhuman standard. there's a lot of internal & external pressure on her, she's constantly hyper-aware of her very demanding role as a summoner and to some extent putting on a performance – not really putting on an act (because damn right this girl is all kinds of compassionate and altruistic and noble and loving) but suppressing her individual rather more free-spirited & fun nature (that we see flashes of in FFX and an entire character arc built around in FFX-2)

perhaps you've met someone like this – some of them get quite good at keeping up the facade of perfection and self-sufficiency. Yuna at least is smart enough to show some transparency every now and then (like when she urges Shelinda not to put herself down, noting she's a beginner too). if she didn't, I don't think we'd like her as much. BUT even when she does, you can tell she's still quite conscious and cautious of her word choices and appearance and behavior and I actually think Hedy Burress's slow and pensive delivery is perfect here and beautifully underlines this aspect of her character.

2. excessive self-reliance/overconfidence/internal arrogance. her own words, "oh no, I was... overconfident." (btw, I really love it when characters show self-awareness of their faults, subverts a lot of ‘cool’ character tropes) so basically, tho Yuna would have us believe otherwise – I think the whole summoner thing has gotten to her head a tad. not externally – she looks, sounds, feels, smells and tastes all kinds of humble and modest, especially next to the likes of Dona – but is it all just a part of her 'daughter of Braska and future savior and relentless champion of goodness and hope' veneer? consider her actions, and you'll see she often overestimates her own abilities. yuna: "stand back! I'll summon!" seymour: "gurl pls" she outright refuses to share absolutely world-shatteringly important and critical information about Seymour with her guardians; instead lies to their faces, and comes up with a thoughtless plan to confront him herself (and then do what? ‘stop’ him? she fails to send him several times even in the presence of her guardians and when she goes to face him at Macalania Temple he ain't even dead yet lol) and basically starts a domino chain of events that eventually puts them all in extreme danger. now, one might wonder, a) does she truly think so little of her guardians – people mostly older and more experienced than her; whose literal full-time job it is to keep her safe from any and all danger – and their ability to handle unexpected twists and turns (AURON??? LULU??? come ON Yunie) that she would not trust them with this info and thought they'd only get in the way and genuinely thinks her oh-so-thorough-A+++ plans superior to anything they might have to contribute? unlikely. even Auron makes this observation. b) was she only graciously trying to protect said literal professional protectors? that's her own (initial) interpretation of the events, I'm sure. c) is there maybe an element of arrogance/pursuit of heroism/overestimation of own capability involved? glory-seeking might be a bit of a stretch, but seeing as in Spira in general there's this collective image of summoners as heroes and saviors and near superhuman beings... is she starting to, maybe just a little, believe the hype? I'm sorry but it makes me laugh everytime when I think of Yuna telling herself that 'sure i'll just go have a little chat with alleged murderer and maybe marry him if I have to, what could go wrong?? sure I have access to these six trusted friends and capable guardians all ready to jump off a cliff if I asked but this is really no biggie' it’s like that part in Frozen where Kristoff roasts Anna like “that’s your plan? talking to your sister??” except it’s much worse

(also my headcanon is that if that nosy temple attendant hadn't unearthed Jyscal’s sphere, Tidus would've, lol dude knows no shame or boundaries.)

3. insecurity/craving positive feedback. ok, I'm cheating, these aren't flaws, and we all experience them. but I do think they are oft-overlooked aspects of her character and I also want to bring them up to emphasize that they can and very often do co-exist with overconfidence/extreme self-reliance (pushing us to prove ourselves etc.) 30 seconds into her first ever interaction with Tidus, she has an extremely strong positive response to his throwaway markedly non-expert compliment on her first aeon, and she immediately proceeds to ask this, again, completely clueless outsider whether he thinks she can become High Summoner (lmao that part just kills me he just nods like he just learned the word earlier that day and she's like -deep breath- 'this means so much to me') idk, that scene just always gave me the vibe that she kinda really needed to hear those words and I won't go as far as to say she craves attention/adoration cuz again, clearly she has very altruistic motives behind her chosen profession but that bit is not the only time she shows a sense of insecurity/desire for validation/acknowledgement. her first words after her first sending, to the first person she sees? "hope I did okay"(altho she's not making it all about her given that she is crying too and thus actually breaking her summoner 'pillar of strength' code)

her insecurity also leads to her mimicking others at times, like in the Eternal Calm prologue you get the sense that she feels that the “same as always” Yuna isn’t good enough (Rikku does sorta take the wrong tone there) and this results in her imitating her cousin with all that “oh poopie” silliness and at times kinda trying too hard to act more edgy/assertive (at least that’s my interpretation of her X-2 characterization ALTHO it also leads to very positive and much-needed character development)

4. limited empathy/wanting things her way/and yes, sometimes making it all about her, there i said it. so yeah, if we take empathetic to mean nice and friendly, then yes, Yuna is obviously empathetic. but if we go with the actual definition as in "empathy = the ability to put yourself in another person's position / understand their feelings/experiences" I think she wayyyy struggles. heck, I think Lulu is the more empathetic of the two. let me explain. take any time Yuna & Tidus talk about Jecht. they more or less immediately come to the conclusion that they are in fact referring to the same person (at least she certainly does), yet Yuna never quite appreciates Tidus's perception of/history with Jecht, his own father. she is quick to protest his bashing with her own memory of a "kind and gentle man" (which is no less true/valid) and doesn't really seem to know how to handle the subject in conversation when his experiences so wildly clash with her own. even when she accurately perceives that he's hurting in Luca, she doesn't even try to inquire what's wrong or ask if there's anything she can do, but instead immediately relates his (unspecified and in actuality very specific and severe sort of) pain to her own experiences as a summoner and starts pushing onto him her own somewhat unhealthy if surprisingly fun coping techniques (thank you Yuna, for single-handedly bringing about the Greatest Scene ™ in FF history which I unironically adore). when she pep talks Shelinda (a great display of her kindness and thoughtfulness, as well as inability to understand other people's differing experiences and their nuances), again, she never asks her to elaborate on her situation but instead draws parallels to her own situation as a fledgling summoner. ('people are counting on me. oh and i'm sure they're counting on you too') neither does she ever ask Tidus what he wants to do in Spira, she asks him to be her guardian. even after her wish is granted (to be fair, it's what he found himself wanting as well) she checks with him whether he'll follow her all the way to Zanarkand, and when Tidus gives a very melancholy reply pointing out his own somewhat depressing reasons for the journey ('yea gotta see if my hometown's still there, it's probably not tho'), she makes this happy little noise. like... that's her takeaway. she clearly has a vision of how she wants things to play out and expects people to accommodate, whether she wants them there or not. ('I want him nearby' vs. 'I have to do this crazy stupid thing and I have to do it alone') contrast this with Lulu, who quite unlike Yuna, doesn't immediately become enamored with Tidus and his Zanarkand and his relation to a person she cherishes; but nevertheless starts helping him out immediately by educating him on Spiran customs/history (if that's not empathy/placing self in another person's position, idk what is)

5. naivete/hesitation to question established truths I think I addressed this one in my MBTI post and my eyes are getting tired. she also eventually manages to completely flip this one around and make it into one of her strengths without losing a sense of idealism and optimism, what a heroine

so anyway

-exits minefield-

-immediately returns- basically feel free to disagree and/or point out any factual errors/aspects of her character that I missed, whether positive or negative. basically this is my personal interpretation of the character and as I said, pretty much my love letter to her

OR you could add to these (join the Yuna roast we have cookies bwahahaa)

#ffx #ffx-2 #yuna #tidus #tidus x yuna #since heavily featured an kinda in a different light #i'm so sorry REALLY i love them #and their ridiculously healthy relationship #ffx meta #ffx-2 meta #meta #meta meta meta #gutsiest post i've made so far?#nahhh idk if thats the word

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