#bedo’s notepad

[omo-time]

I’d love to see some Adonis headcanons if you have any!!

Hmmm I think he would be the kind of guy to use neutral language like “I’ll be right back” and “I need a break” but will be direct if needed. Very strong bladder but small probably. Not much of a squirmer but gets shifty and a little restless.

[sakkiichi]

MATCHUP FOR @lilikags

hello, lia ! thank you for the info you provided and for trusting me to write your matchup, i hope you like it <3

i pondered quite a lot on my choice for who to match you with, i hope the result is satisfactory to you !

your genshin impact match is someone who, similarly to you, pursues creativity. while he is more prone to working alone, your ability to fit in well in a group is something beneficial to him, helping him open up more. like you, he can be a perfectionist as well, pouring his all into the work he does, which also happens to be his passion. though detached and seemingly aloof at times, don’t let yourself be fooled, he is extremely perceptive, knowing just what someone needs at any given moment.

well, is an image already forming in your mind? venture further into the mysteries of teyvat to find…

✧ ALBEDO

So, you and Albedo. Why do I think you’re a good match? Well, in my opinion, you share similarities, while being inherently different, like two sides of the same coin, the little contrasts making you fit, akin to complementary colors over canvas.

Your leadership qualities and bringing people together are characteristics that would go in very nice divergence with the Kreideprinz’s highly independent personality. While he tends to be alone while doing his research, Albedo is warm to his friends and is happy to meet new people. Your social affinity, even though according to your mbti type you’re introverted too, would play in his favor, serving as a bridge between the seemingly distant golden prince and the friends that look forward to meeting him. Besides, he’d feel at ease too, reassured he won’t be too overwhelmed if you are around.

Another aspect of your personality that made me lean towards the Knights of Favonius’ chief alchemist is your love for creative pastimes. Albedo highly values that, as seen in his own hobbies, painting and alchemy.

One of the chalk prince’s love languages being quality time, it is not rare for him to drop his experiments instantly as soon as your smiling face comes into view…

—

Warm light floods through bare trees, reflecting in shades of candlelight off of the abundant snow. Late winter’s approaching, the gates of spring within reach, contained in the chant of fluttering birds atop the cold mountains, in the slumbering cecilias that are starting to awake, in skies dyeing pink and orange and gold, as the sun still lingers for an evening stroll.

In your smile and the bounciness of your step.

The frost-kissed northern stars of the alchemist’s gaze set upon you, its stella illuminating your footprints over the grass-splattered layer of white.

A couple of notebooks under one of your arms, and what looks like brushes and a bag that can only contain inks and paints on the other, you brave the chilly breeze, the distance between you and your lover shortening.

A soft smile draws upon the prince of chalk’s iced lips, the gesture another mirror image of the blooms to soon sprout.

“Albedo!” You sing-song, somehow managing to wave at him, despite all the items you’re carrying.

He puts down his notepad, the pencil he was using haphazardly forgotten over his table, all the threads of thought in his mind leading solely to you.

Your lips form a crescent not unlike the moon that is to rise soon amidst the firmament of a dawning spring, when your partner meets you halfway.

The warmth of his proximity is enough to tempt you to lean your head against his chest, inviting you to dream sweetly.

And you’d do just that were it not for the several objects currently balanced on your grasp, and because you had planned this outing.

“My love,” he begins, the constellations not yet out already bright in his stare. “I would have carried all of this, dear.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” You perkily retort, a smile of your own linking the starlight in his gaze. “Are you ready now, Bedo? We’ve got so much to do!”

The prince takes a moment to memorize the lines of your visage, the curve of your contagious smile, the light and color that constitutes his beloved.

He could paint you a million times, yet none would come close to portraying the true magic he witnesses every time he looks at you.

Taking the bag from you despite your protests, Albedo falls in step by your side, your hands brushing every now and then.

Even though slightly out of breath, the trip you had planned is worth it. A frozen over lake extends before you, a myriad of dancing lights over its glazed surface. Shadows of a rainbow seem to form over it, as the sky deepens in hue, the color of late afternoons drinking warm tea from matching mugs with someone you cherish.

And yet, despite the natural light dimming, neither of you seem deterred on your respective creations.

Albedo’s svelte hands delicately hover over his sketchbook, light and dark colliding in the pastel watercolors that seem to come to life when he imprints them on paper.

Your side leans against the artist’s, dark ink filling the page you currently peruse, pondering if this or that is the perfect word to make a reality of the world taking form inside your mind.

When the wind picks up, announcing nightfall, you nuzzle further into Albedo’s body.

And because your focus is on the wonders you create through linked quotes, you don’t notice a new color being added into the picture-perfect scene.

As he feels your warmth pressed against his side, the alchemist’s cheeks take on a hue worthy of the most precious crystals.

If only all sunrises could be this color, you would think, the moment your eyes met his lovely face again.

—

You mention you always try to help others, and I genuinely believe that is a trait Albedo would find very endearing. From helping Sucrose with whatever she needs regarding her research, to finding a way for Klee to get out of solitary confinement, your boyfriend can’t help but stare at you with a fond look in his eyes, akin to the glittering surface of a clear spring on a sunny day. (Just make sure Klee doesn’t cause too much trouble while she escapes her scolding).

Delving deeper into your hobbies, if we consider a modern au and Albedo’s aforementioned love language, it is not rare for him to be busy doodling on his sketchbook while you play games on your phone. Comfy clothes on, I can easily imagine him curled up on the couch, while you lay your head in his lap, thumbs tapping at your screen to achieve the highest score (though nothing beats the feeling of your lover’s fingers delicately combing through your hair).

Taking your mbti personality type into account, you and Albedo are a very good match. As an INFJ, you tend to look for deep relationships, wanting to understand every puzzle piece that connects into your s/o’s mind. As an INTP, the chief alchemist seeks intellectual understanding of his lover. In addition, both your personality types are perfectionist and self-demanding, which can help you two understand each other’s motivations when really involved into an activity that piques your interest.

✧ RUNNER UP: FISCHL

While definitely more on the independent and “loner” side (not by choice), the Prinzessin der Verurteilung has plenty in common with you, especially when it comes to mutual interests.

She is one of the most creative and imaginative people you can encounter, her inner world brimming with life, heartache, and enigmas to be unveiled. Which I think pairs quite well with your love for art and writing. In turn, she’d feel understood, having met someone who also finds comfort in fiction and the arts.

If we talk about a modern au again, Fischl is definitely the type to play games. I think she’d enjoy rpg ones, but she’s secretly a fan of otome too, especially if the setting and aesthetics lean on a more gothic vibe.

Similarly to what I’ve mentioned in Albedo’s case, you could help Fischl be included in groups, and even though she tries not to break character, she is genuinely honored to make new friends. She may not verbalize it right away, but the blush she tries to hide with her hair and the smile she plays off are indication enough.

[z3nitsusgf]

we've had pervy nerd bedo giving you a massage but qhat about YOU giving him one

he's been studying so hard again and you insisted on staying in his dorm because you wanted to spend time with him

So when you're chilling on his bed and you see him groan in exhaustion and stretch his arm you jump down and wrap your arms around your lil nerd boyfriend, massaging him until he lets out a soft moan

He's so embarrassed, apologizes to you, tries to hide his face in his notes but you won't let him no no no!

"how embarrassing, did you get hard from just my hands?" you ask and reach down, causing him to whimper.

so so very sweet indeed :3

CW: degradation, humiliation, handjob, massaging (??!), fluff at the end (woah ik),

he just works so hard! finals are comin up and he's losing sleep over his work :( studying so hard you think his brain is gonna melt. you go to visit him, bring him his favorite dinner so you two can chat and eat and hopefully fuck.

and when he opens his door, you see small little black-blue bags are starting to hang under his eyes, his lids all droopy with exhaustion. his desk is all cluttered, cups all strewn about filled halfway with coffee and water, papers tacked on walls and clipped together. his hair is tied back in a loose bun and his sweater is from last week. 

albedo just gives you a sleepy smile and a quick hug. the meal is nice but not long enough, your boyfriend scarfing down the food, before kissing your cheek and dragging himself back to his decrepit desk. hunching over the piece of wood and scribbling away on his notepad. equation after equation, formula after formula - albedo burns each number, variable, symbol into his corneas till he’s yawning each ten seconds and has to uncurl his back from the laptop. 

and you watch as he leans back in his chair, head falling back as he rests his eyes for just a moment. and you stand, making your way behind him and starting at his skull. taking both hands you unfurl his hair, carding your fingers through the silvery blonde strands and rubbing at his temple.

albedo hums, leaning back more to let you massage at his already aching frontal lobe. you smile softly, padding your thumbs down to his shoulders. slipping them under the collar of his sweater so you can thumb at the flesh better. the man under you shudders lightly at your cool hands, and you smile even wider when you feel him let out a faint groan. 

“oh, baby- you’re so tense.” you coo, you push and pull at his deltoids, rubbing the pads of your thumbs warm into his trapezius. you smooth down the front of his chest and he does full-body shivers, softest moan unwinding from his mouth when you mold your hands on his tense sinew, little pin pricks of goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin and he curls in on your palms making their way down to his abdomen. he opens his eyes to you hovering above him, carmine patchy blush on his cheeks, “sorry-” 

you squeeze a particularly sore muscle and albedo is letting out a soft symphony of moans, “there it is.” you palm at it, kissing his parted mouth that pants small puffs of air across your lips from his thrown back head over the chair. he squirms in his seat, shifting his hips and you glance down to see the tent in his sweats. you grin against his mouth, 

“aw bedo, did you get all hard from my hands?” he’s already tucking his head away into you neck and you laugh, taking your hands out of his sweater. “I didn’t mean to- I just- it felt good.” he mumbles into your neck, and you reach over him to slip a palm into his sweat pants. 

“wow, feels like you already came.” giggling and using the slick pre that’s beaded at his tip, you gather it and smear it down his length, albedo bucking up into you hand and whining. 

“So embarrassing for you huh? Getting all hard from me just massaging you, that’s so perverted. Can’t even do anything nice for you, without your cock leaking and dripping.” You pout mockingly on his neck, sucking at the skin as albedo hisses in a breath when you circle the head with your fingers.

Albedo bucks one, two, three times before he’s cumming before you can say anything else - spilling between your knuckles and coating the pads of your hands. “Fuck- sorry, sorry,” he whines twitching length bobbing in your grip, “I didn’t meant too- M’sorry.” It’s got an edge to it, the way it slips off his tongue. Like he’s actually truly humiliated.

You come around to sit on his lap, slotting on top of his thighs as he trembles slightly due to his orgasm. He’s looking up at your with glazed teal eyes and you shake your head, cupping his cheek “it’s okay baby, you know I don’t mind,” kissing at his flushed coral pink cheeks that are hot and patchy under your lips. Leaning down to kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth, and sucking on his till and pulling out till there’s a long strand of pearlescent saliva, letting it snap across your lips. “Working so hard, thought you needed a break.” You puff across his mouth.

Albedo just looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. Teal vision swimming in pure adoration, like you’ve just given him the universe on a platter and fed him Jupiter and Venus by hand. Slipping his hands around your waist to pull you closer onto his lap, letting you nuzzle yourself closer. “Thank you, I needed it.” He admits, tucking his head in your chest as you wrap your arms around his head.

“Any time babe, s’ what I’m here for.”

[witch-hazels-musings]

Teyvat Top School | @bumbleklee​‘s writing collab -- hit the books!

synopsis: reader goes on an adventure to places with endless knowledge only to find answers they never imagined stumbling upon 

Character X GNreader | Anthology 

Includes: Albedo, Dainsleif, Diluc

Warning: SFW, general fluff - alchemist reader (Alb), scholar reader (Dain)

Albedo

Studying with Albedo was one of the more intense things you could have signed up for - it was like you forgot how serious he took things or maybe you thought, in the back of your mind, that he wouldn’t accept your proposal in the first place 

but here you stood, stacks on stacks on stacks of books resting in your arms and hoping the next one he placed there was going to be the last only to find that he had several other ideas on what might be the best reference to your particular research question 

“Albedo, did we need so many?” You asked, plopping the pile of heavy books next to the ones he carried. It was insane how small he was and yet how strong his body must have been. You were sure, if he really wanted to, he could carry even you around the halls of the Favonius headquarters without breaking a sweat. 

“Yes, you never know how much information you may need to solve a problem.” Letting out a sigh, you nodded your head in agreement before pulling a book off to stack and turning to the index. With your finger, you slide down the list until it fell onto the subject matter you were looking into and quickly thumbed through the pages until you landed on the right one. 

“Mmmm, nature over time has adapted to environments of all kinds ... it must be cultivated in conditions to best suit its needs ... mechanica mechanica ...” Flipping through the pages, you searched for a word, a phrase, anything that fit within the context until each passing page proved less and less fruitful. 

“So, what exactly has piqued your interest of melding nature and machine together?” Albedo’s voice drifted in the space around you, you heard it, understood he was asking you a question but you were so distracted you didn’t really hear him. 

“Sorry, what was that?” Squinting, you placed the book on the counter and watched how he organized the others by subject matter. 

“I see I’m not the only one who get’s lost in their research.” Chuckling, he pulled out several notepads and writing utensils and let them spread across the countertop. 

“I know, I know. I often get yelled at by my friends for not listening.” 

“It’s truly alright. I do not mind, in fact, it’s a skill to be so focused you can block out the rest of the world.” 

“You think?” You commented, pulling a stool over with your foot before climbing onto it and leaning your elbows on the high table. “Most people would say I’m being ‘rude.’” The book you were looking at attempted to turn the page on it’s own so you rested it near you and let a small sample bottle hold your place while you slid the notepad and pencil closer. 

“The mind of a researcher puts on our shoulders the requirement to turn the ‘unknown’ into the ‘known,’ for questions of that magnitude it’s understandable we must be attentive in our work.” His eyes scanned the table, squinting just a little bit before his finger moved to curl around his chin. “Though perhaps that is only one way of looking at it.” 

“No, I tend to agree with you. It’s probably why I always feel so comfortable around you Bedo.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, I mean you never ask for much and I always find I’m more productive when it’s just the two of us.” You were walking a fine line, the words you spoke hinting at implications you weren’t sure you were ready to share but nevertheless they were falling onto the paper anyway. “It’s one of the ... uh, reasons I asked you to help me today. Experimenting, researching, even spending time with you. It just ... makes sense.” 

The pencil moved on the paper in lines you felt comfortable making, your eyes glanced at him to see if he caught even a hint at what you were really trying to say. 

“I’m honored and I must admit I feel the same, though I’m still ...” His voice trailed off and when you tilted your head to look at him, his eyes shot to your face before dropping back to the table. “Anyway, shall we begin? We have many books to get through.” 

Nodding your head, you turned your attention to the book at your side and slid your hand to your brow in an effort to hide the smile you just couldn’t seem to shake.

Dainsleif 

the man whose entire identify lived in the hidden corners of histories you’d never understand, whose presence often felt more a figment of your imagination than a real person, the man who seemed to know it all but left you with more questions than answers 

you hope this adventure to the libraries of Sumeru would bring light to the darkness that followed him but it was merely a hope whose outcome you already foresaw long before the scent of ancient texts filled your nose 

In your travels with Dain you’d been almost anywhere imaginable. The islands of Inazuma, the stone pillars of Liyue’s mountain forests, the plains and lakes of Mondstadt, the rich cities of Natlan and Fontain but this was the first time you’d ever set foot in the rolling deserts of Sumeru and the academy that draws in all the greatest minds of Teyvat. 

It was incredible to say the least. Floors and floors of books you’d never imagine lined these shelves. Languages lost to the sea of time, prophesies true and false inspired countless symposiums of the finest minds. Every nation had it’s stories written from the perspective of the winners but, if you looked hard enough, you’d find the telling's from mouths no one would ever believe. 

This is why you were here, to find secrets about the land no one dared to mention. Of course, you’d never tell that to Dainsleif otherwise he wouldn’t have let you poke around in secrets to dangerous to mettle with. Still, if there was anything he should have understood about you by now, it was your insatiable curiosity. 

Your shoes echoed through the dense rows of never ending books. The lights from above illuminated only what needed to be seen by the one who walked beneath them and, when you looked to see the end of the row all you were met with was an impenetrable darkness. 

“Is there something in particular you are looking for?” Dain’s voice seemed far louder than normal in a space this large. If he didn’t naturally speak with a calm demeanor, you might have jumped at his sudden question. 

“I’ve always wanted to learn more about visions, I’m sure they have something here.” You lied. 

“Shall I inquire for you?” 

“That would be great. I’m going to keep searching on my own just for a while.” You made eye contact with him but only for a moment, the guilt in your falsehood made it too difficult to look for long. Dain nodded his head and you watched as he disappeared around the corner of books. Sighing, you picked up the pace and made your way down to the one area you were certain would hold the answers to Khaenri'ah’s secrets. 

Soon the books turned to scrolls tucked away in cubbies covered in dust and your heart pounded at it all. Were you finally going to be able to help, were you finally going to be able to learn more about the man you’d walk to the ends of the earth for? 

Carefully, you pulled a scroll from it’s place among friends. The old paper crinkled in your ear as you tenderly held it in your hands. It seemed these things would fall apart with the simplest touch so you carefully rested it on the floor and unrolled it until the words began to appear under the soft hues of the brazier swaying above you.  

The parchment was rough, the scent of it’s contents filled your nose but when you began to read - and had to nearly squint in order to do so - you learned quickly you’d never be able to understand this scroll. There were familiarities with the text, certain words or symbols that caught your attention, but only fragments. 

“Technology.” “Guardians.” “Broken ... agreements, no shattered agreements.” You did your best but it wasn’t enough. So far nothing you learned was anything new and, in your frustration, you stood back up to examine the other scrolls. “Ah, this one maybe ...” Stretching onto your toes, you lifted up until your finger tips grazed the end of the scroll. You weren’t sure why this particular one called to you, but seeing as it was near impossible to reach you were rather hopeful it would bring you something. 

Suddenly, you felt warmth against your back and when you saw a hand extend to capture the scroll with ease, you knew just what it was. 

“Delving into the secrets of a buried past is dangerous.” His voice shrouded you in truths but you had come so far already. 

“I know ... I know you are only trying to protect me or ‘wait until the right time’ but,” You turned and face him, your back touching the shelves while your eyes found the blue ones you cared so deeply for. “I want to know. I’m ready to share some of your burdens but ... I can’t do that without understanding what you’re fighting.” 

His expression didn’t change, his eyes were calm as they looked at you and the hand he kept lifted above your head entered your peripherals with the scroll you were trying so desperately to reach. 

“If you take this path, I ... I cannot guarantee you will ...” His words drifted away at the placement of your hand on his chest. You knew, you always knew the risks but you were willing to tackle them for him and the gesture in the silence of the library seemed to be enough for his resolve. “Very well, but this won’t help us.” 

“Oh, can you not read them either?” 

“I can, but this is a recipe for making Kvass. Filling, but oddly flavored.” Laughing, you watched him slide the scroll back in its place before working together on unraveling the secrets he kept hidden only to keep you safe. Now that the door was open, he wondered if he was strong enough to do just that. 

Diluc 

he was always someone you longed to know more of but were far to nervous to step closer too so when you mentioned briefly, totally in passing without any intention to rope him into something, that you were trying to find more information on medical herbs and other healing methods, you were shocked to have him offer you some aid 

it was the last thing on your mind that he would go with you anywhere, let alone the one place you least expected him too - the Knights of Favonious library 

The smell of dusty paper, leather spines waiting to be bent permeated every isle you walked down. Rich knowledge hidden behind every closed cover but even with all the moments in your life, you’d never have enough time to bring each the attention they deserved. A few however caught your diligent eye and when you pulled them from their place on shelves so tall you had to lift onto your toes just to read some of the titles, your fingers trailed over their engraved faces or ran through the fluttering pages until they whispered their secrets to you. 

Smiling, hair falling slightly in your face, you turned to head back to the table in the corner. It wasn’t your intention to study here but the man you came here with insisted this was the best place. Far away from unwanted eyes and you wondered if he meant to use the word ‘pestering’ instead. 

The books made a heavy, and somehow muted noise when they made contact with the wooden table. Soft scraping filed your ears as you pushed them further toward the center but when you lifted the top on from the pile, fingers pushing the strands of hair from your face and eyes scanning the detailed pages before you, there was something missing from the scene. 

Ah yes, a particular red-head. 

Patiently, you waited for him to find you, taking note that his coat was still draped over the chair across from you, but when your notebook became filled with simple drawings and cryptic scribbles only you’d understand and the brooding boy who came with you never returned, you reserved yourself to investigate. 

Each step through the library was like a maze. Rows upon rows of books that caught your attention, the feeling of your fingers running alone each spine until slapping lightly on the shelves before dropping to your side again. You turned down another isle, peeking your head around the corners but sighed when you didn’t see him. 

“Where did he ...” You whispered, tapping your finger to your chin and glancing at the shelves above you. “Oh, well what are you?” Pulling the book from it’s place, you brought it to your chest eager to find another interesting text to add to your materials. Pursing your lips and letting out a soft sigh, you walked down one of the center isles that would lead you back to your table when you caught a flash of radiant red in the corner of your vision. Stopping and back pedaling slightly, you felt the breath catch in your lungs at the sight before you. 

Diluc was surrounded by stacks of books as he sat on a short wooden stool, his leg resting over his knee with a book in his hand. The light from one of the windows cast a yellow light over him and turned his already incredible hair into a flickering fire. His hand draped over his leg, fingers dangling and relaxed enough to see the red leather highlighting the black but the most incredible thing about the scene was the expression on his face. 

The softness of his eyes as they glanced upward, the illumination around every curve of his face made his features glow and you wondered what he could be thinking about. What, in all of Teyvat, could turn a man’s expression from always serious to heartbreakingly sad. 

You wanted to call out to him but also felt intrusive on this moment. So, gripping the book tighter against your chest, you turned to head down the hall only to trip on a pile of books you didn’t see blocking your way. 

“Oh!” The exclamation pass through your lips faster than you could cover it with your book and before you knew it, Diluc was at your side. 

“Are you alright?” He asked, hands reaching to assist you in cleaning up the mess. At the same time, the both of you reached for a particular book. When your hands touched you pulled back first and softly apologized to him. “It’s alright, have you found something interesting?” He asked, gesturing to the book you pressed to your chest. 

“Mmhm, this is from a scholar in Natlan. I’ve never read anything about their healing practices so I’m hopeful.” 

“That’s good news.” 

“Yeah.” Smiling, you placed the final book onto the pile but when you looked back at him the intensity of his reciprocal gaze made you falter. “Uh, let’s g-go back.” You stuttered, lifting your self from the floor. It was sudden and the shift in position made your head swim for just a moment, that was until a warm, supportive hand found it’s way to the small bend of your back and instantaneously stabilized you. 

“When you’re ready.” He spoke in a gentleness you foolishly blamed on the library. Nodding, you began the short trek back to the corner table but took your time so you could hide your face behind a book about the lands of the pyro archon. 

[omo-time]

Hello !

I just started enstars so I'm new in the fandom..

Can I ask for some Shu Itsuki headcanons ? I'm craving for Shu omo

Yes mmmm he’s very much the type to deny the need exists. Never speak of it. Nobody can know he needs to! He will rather wait til the last second. Especially sewing for so long sitting down and not wanting to lose concentration, motivation etc… lots of material!

[omo-time]

Okay the Rinne outfit here. He has a zipper on the leg. FIRST OF ALL easy access. Second of all imagine him unzipping it when he has to piss but not getting any further before wetting 😵‍💫

[omo-time]

I love you and I love your piss content even if I don't know ensemble stars. watarus design is cool and if he's as silly as you say I can imagine a lot of omo situations involving him, hcs?

i love you anon!! fun fact i actually don’t know a lot abt him but i’ll try and guess

- he can hold for HOURS

- doesn’t get up to go unless it bothers him

- canonically has the ability to hypnotize (do with this what you will)

- also really good at hiding desperation

- does care a lot if people know and prefers they don’t

- likes to be funny about it and exaggerate/be dramatic if someone finds out to play it off

- tori, hokuto, and tomoya would prob make fun of him idk

- generally really unpredictable in actions and being vocal or not, defaults to vocal

- definitely has had to tough out plays while desperate at least once

- eichi sympathizes because his body is weak enough for him to be a frequent victim himself

- wouldn’t mind comfort from eichi or help from yuzuru but refuses anything else

again sorry there’s not a lot T_T

[omo-time]

please could you do an edit and/or headcanons for himeru?

headcanons it is! HiMERU cards have like .. no potential

- one of those types to avoid admitting his need as much as possible

- like. catch him pacing too much and will say “HiMERU is fine” no matter what

- if pestered enough will just admit it in a dismissive way

- hard to tell when desperate unless you’ve seen it a few times. gets very restless (pacing, foot tapping, etc)

- will try to excuse himself as vaguely as possible

- complains under his breath, not very vocal otherwise

- freezes up

- VERY concerned about ruining the HiMERU image

- prefers to be left alone or treated the same in terms of the aftermath

- frequently imagines tatsumi pissing himself

- good at telling when others have to go because yknow. specializing in analyzing/deductions

[omo-time]

ahhhh! i hope im not too late but because its his birthday do you have mayoi headcanons1!!11!

for the several people who have also asked:

- has probably fear wet a few times

- actually strong bladder usually can hold for a while but anxiety kind of gets in the way

- doesn’t like people knowing when he has to go if he can help it

- can’t help but squirm though he is just a squirmy guy

- cries and panics if someone sees him piss himself

- rejects comfort because he thinks he doesn’t deserve it

sorry i can’t give any more this literally used up all my brain power

[omo-time]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39889947

[omo-time]

maybe something for Nagisa? headcanons or an edit whichever you prefer!

since you asked so nicely, u can have both!!

- he’s totally not one to show expressions, so it’s safe to say he would be the same here

- weak bladderrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

- doesn’t move much beyond some foot taps, both his face and body don’t give much away

- internally he is NOT having a good time lmao mind readers beware

- his gaze shifts around a lot

- the type that will just suddenly go “excuse me,” and take off

- not afraid to announce he’s leaving but doesn’t care for mentioning he has to piss

- if someone asks he’ll just say “I can wait.”

- freezes in place a lot, especially when it happens

- in terms of embarrassment, he gets more frustrated than anything.

- hiyori and ibara are not new to witnessing his accidents so they’re always happy to help him out

[omo-time]

Gorou hcs because im literally insane

- I don’t think he’s capable of grabbing himself in that outfit (at least without attracting lots of attention)

- A smaller than average but not small bladder

- Trained himself out of having a weak bladder bc it was bothersome in combat

- wags his tail a bit to distract himself from his urge at first

- Big fidgeter, fiddles with his accessories also as a distraction

- When distractions no longer suffice he’s more of a leg crosser & pacer/(walking in circles) type, generally gets restless

- eyes often scan for an exit or gaze locks onto said exit

- He gets really unusually quiet with an occasional sigh or gentle huff

- Strategy meetings are his biggest issue

- Pissboy solidarity with Kazuha, they would defend eachother if anyone poked fun at the other

- Kokomi isn’t judgemental if she witnesses an accident (his OR Kazuha’s) and simply says “they happen”

- Slow wetter. He doesn’t like to give in/let go unless he’s forced to

- He and Kazuha established an “I need to get out of here right now” signal for eachother

- Tail and ears twitch as he wets/leaks

- cares a lot about his reputation as General so he tries his best to keep his need under wraps, and tries to be as sneaky as possible w accidents

Ones I adopted from 🌸 anon:

- When he has to go really bad he unconsciously puts his tail between his legs to use as pressure to hold it

- His garments look quite hard to get around…

- Animal instinct has him more comfortable going outside, needing to get used to human bathrooms

- would rather wet himself in battle than risk getting hurt/fighting very poorly

(As always I might edit later)

[omo-time]

that mika edit is adorable!!! do you have any headcanons of him?

let me think!

- weak and small bladder

- always asks to use the restroom

- canonically finds it hard to take breaks, so that would translate here

- doesn’t really notice at first until it’s urgent

- has a weak body in general so he’s probably wet himself passed out before

- leaks a lot

- very squirmy and noisy

- fears being scolded for wetting so he’ll hide it as much as possible

- CRIES

- naru has definitely given him some nice comfort before and threatened to hit shu if he made fun of him

- shu tends to scold him but mostly for not listening to his own body and for well. valkyrie outfits

- VALKYRIE OUTFITS ARE SO INTRICATE THERES NO WAY HES GETTING OUT OF THOSE IN TIME

- literally brings a spare change of clothes with him

- not a headcanon but i love him he’s so squish and bpd

[omo-time]

headcanons abt Rei or Kaoru?

ANON ILY FOR THIS ASK sorry it took so long !!

Rei hcs here

Kaoru:

- PATHETIC

- weak bladder

- does NOT like people knowing when he has to piss. He will just try and slip away if he can but he’s got an image he wants to keep!

- moves around a lot and tries to make it look natural (it doesn’t work)

- grabs himself when nobody is looking

- lots of swearing under his breath

- would not be against going somewhere unconventional if he had to

- gets extremely embarrassed and will not necessarily cry but tears will stream

- ! Era kaoru would reject any comfort from a male

- !! Era kaoru would accept any comfort he could get (we love growth)

- Rei would get him into it, but he prefers to engage in it in a controlled environment

- if he had to call anyone for a change of clothes it’s actually adonis

- if chiaki were comforting him he’d probably get overwhelmed

[omo-time]

dyou have any headcanons about any of the genshin boys potentially getting so desperate they end up pissing in a bottle and traveler finds them and theyre like "looK AWAY" its for a thing :)

I think diluc would fit this rlly well tbh, like he’s having a long night at the angels share and can’t get away from the bar, so he reluctantly crouches down and pisses in an empty bottle he has laying around.

Traveller unfortunately comes looking for him as he is ,, doing his thing and he looks up to see a surprised traveller, his face goes red and he says the “look away!” Bit as he practically pushes their head back from the bar LMAO

[omo-time]

do you do female omo? if so I'd be interested in Hu Tao or Ganyu headcanons

Hu Tao:

- the loud type. She is not gonna shut up about how badly she needs to go

- it gets to the point where sometimes people don’t take her seriously when she says she needs to

- pretty average bladder in all regards

- she’s not opposed to doing a more obvious little dance if she gets to that point

- definitely the type to laugh off accidents even though she is a liiiittle embarrassed

- zhongli always gives a big sigh when it happens but is patient and understanding with her

- you know the whole “suddenly having to piss after finding a good hiding spot” thing? Yeah.

- has many a time been forced to yank her shorts down and go at wuwang hill

Ganyu:

- will only ever excuse herself when she feels she has a moment of time to spare, and that it doesn’t inconvenience anyone

- strong bladder from holding for so long during work

- if nobody’s looking she’ll sit there with her hand jammed between her thighs

- very much a “suffer in silence” type

- sometimes resorts to bouncing in her chair a little

- if you talked to her while she’s desperate her voice has a slight panicked edge

- gets shaky

- if she has an accident her face goes like completely red and she’ll try to isolate herself as she cries :(

- prefers to wait things out until people forget (if someone saw it)

- not to mention she works too much to pay proper attention to her needs and would get so wrapped up in it that she forgets to go until it’s almost too late

- many times she has almost/just made it

- just a very good victim for the “at work” tropes

Hope these are good!