#blooming takes strength;headcannon

[razzle-n-dazzle]

I just read some of your works and god do you write good better than the actual show I would even say.

I really want to request a Yandere headcannon for mainly Ozzie and Fizzarolli they don’t get enough love as they do, but with a little twist

Whichever you choose I would love either one you pick cause im indecisive.

1: a powerful reader maybe even more stronger than Ozzie being lovers with the two

Or 2: a chubby but physically strong reader that could lift Ozzie with ease as example

If you do see this I hope you consider writing this, you have such a lovely writing style and I would love to see what you cook up

Also call me 🥟-anon if you will cause I hope to request and talk more

ᯓ★ Murder is Okay, Shutting Us Out Isn't. Yandere! Asmodeus & Fizzarolli / Overlord! Reader | Oneshot TW! - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: romanticizing yandere(s), obsessive behavior, def not proof read (because we die like Adam in this household /j), Vox (/j), boner mention (no sexual content), self harm, yelling, possessive

ᯓ I actually loved both ideas you gave me, so I'm going to mash then both together into one! For that, I'm going to give you all a little crash course into the background for the Reader (you) in this story so things make a little more sense: The reader, though an Overlord, is both physically and magically stronger than Ozzie, though doesn't show it off often. Also, this happened due to their mix of blood; The reader is the child of an an old overlord and a Sin (I'm going for Wrath in this story) and had gained the physical strength from their overlord mother and the magical strength from their Sin father. With this they're able to be known as the Wrathful Overlord, or 'The child and will of Wrath', though Satan doesn't claim them to be his own and has no interest to. Also, no the Reader isn't stronger than other Sins, just Ozzie for this case. Since Ozzie is claimed to be the weakest (or one of the Weaker) Sin that we currently know of, the Reader is matched right around his level. Yet they, much like Alastor, cannot beat other Sins or even Adam, as even with their strengths, are set back by the rather large power difference. So with that out of the way, please enjoy!:

ᯓ You had been living with Ozzie and Fizz for a few months, silently having moved away from your district on the Eastern side of the Pride Ring after their proposal. While it was not uncommon for love to bloom in hell, even with the eternal suffering or the large amount of (usually) taboo topics being put on display down here, you were still not big on having your private life being posted for all of hell to see. Especially those in the Pride Ring, where you were sure Vox would take any chance to slander and drag your name in the mud for having a 'blasphemous' relationship. And really, you didn't feel like cleaning up the blood of another Sinner. Oh no, not because you killed them. Dear, Lucifer god no! Why do that when you had two perfect body guards at your beckon and call?

ᯓ "Honestly, I don't even understand how there can be blasphemy down here. It's hell, God is not watching what we do and I pity him if he did." You would mutter, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching News 666 on your cellphone silently with Fizz; Who had became curious open hearing the news topic and bounded over, wrapping his snake-like arms around your waist twice. He squeezed you a little tight, yet you didn't mind, especially when his head was rested upon your shoulder. You could practically see the growing smirk on his lips before he even spoke, "You know everything we do down here is blasphemes right? That's why we're in Hell, not Heaven. I mean the murder, the sex, the gr-" Though Fizz's little list was caught off short as you hushed him, pressing a quick finger up against his lips.

ᯓ Ozzie was cooking in the background, occasionally taking peaks behind him to make sure you nor Fizz were doing anything stupid; Like trying to cook despite knowing neither of you could do so. It was always a nice gesture until Ozzie has to get the kitchen repaired... again. "And this in, News 666 and it's broadcasting will be disturbed quickly for a message from The fucking V's themselves." Katie Killjoy would crack her neck to the side, seeming oh so annoyed at the interruption. You were too, and Fizz didn't miss the way your face scrunched. "You know Tom, their news isn't even repu-" Katie tried to shout before their segment was cut off, their news source becoming engulfed in The V's logo before the man of the hour, Vox himself, overtook the screen. Him and his snicker, you knew this couldn't be good.

ᯓ Vox never hit the air unless he knew something, unless he wanted something to happen, unless this was his calculated and curated response to something.

ᯓ And the last time that happened, Alastor wiped the floor with him.

ᯓ Fizz drew away from your shoulder a little, his eyes narrowing at your growing irritation before he glanced back towards Ozzie, who already had his arms crossed in confusion. Sure, they've heard about this Vox, mostly from you, but they never expected you to have this much of a detest about him. What happened between you and this TV-head that they didn't manage to dig up? And most importantly, recent or not, did he ever hurt you in anyway. . . or was he planning to?

ᯓ "This just in, news is starting to come up from higher-ups, and close friends, in Wrath Town that their leader, supposed their supposed Overlord, the Child of Wrath, themselves, have gone missing!" Vox stated, trying to carefully keep his voice leveled yet failing miserably; From the twitch in his eye and the wide, plastering grin across his flat face, you could just tell this was another Alastor situation. Yet an Alastor situation that was not pointed directly towards Alastor rather You; Which you had saw coming, maybe even expected it, but fucking Lucifer did you hope you could at least get a good year under your belt before Vox came in to spread 'miss information' all over the Pride Ring. All just to keep his viewers attention on him, just to keep his support. What a loser.

ᯓ You would scoff, trying not to laugh at his obsessive allegations, which were true you guessed, as Fizz and Ozzie silently listened from beside and behind you. While you didn't seem alarmed, or even frightened at the least (as they were sure you would be, seeing as this seemed common for Overlords to not get along) they sure were. Well, not alarmed per say, rather on guard; carefully lingering on the words that Vox was so carelessly spewing to all of those who watched his broadcast. And you noticed how Fizz drew back closer, leaning over your shoulder to glare at your phone, to glare at Vox like Vox might feel his stare, like he was daring Vox to say something else; All the while you couldn't help but laugh, chuckle, giggle, and kind of make fun of Vox as he continued on. His senseless chatter played in the background as you tried to wave off your fiancés' concerns, "Please, guys, don't get worked up over him, he's no threat; More like an annoying bug under everyone's shoe." "One who, from what we hear, likes to stick his non-existent nose in other people's business." Ozzie would comment from the stove, his glare still harsh on the screen even as he flipped over the bacon in the pan. His tone was leaking with annoyance, or maybe irritation and ire is are better words; Either way, you shrugged your shoulders as he continued, "Really, doesn't he have like any other news? that's all basically weightless if it's coming from other people's mouths!" "It's gossip, it keeps his viewer's attention and support up. That's the whole point," You would explain, slightly rolling your eyes at the crazed look Vox gave you. Granted, it was through the screen, but, "I would have thought he would know better than to talk about me, especially since I've shattered his screen more than once." Though Fizz was less amused, "You both give than man way too much credit-" Was the only part of his commentary he could get out, hands on the counter now, before a shout from Vox drew all of your attentions back in.

ᯓ "Oh, ho-ho!" And there was a cackle, one that caused your eyebrows to frown downwards and scrunch your face. One that rang out like an annoying fire alarm and drew a growl from Fizz's throat and a flicker of hellish flame from Ozzie's coat. It's like you all could smell that the shit that Vox was going to spew. "THIS JUST IN," And there was a slam of his hands on the table, "I JUST GOT WORD FROM A TRUSTED SOURCE THAT THE WRATHFUL OVERLORD IS NOT ONLY NOT IN THEIR PITIFUL, SHIT-HOLE OF A TOWN, YET THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN THE PRIDE RING!- Where the fuck are they, you might ask? Well, not fucking here and maybe that's for the better, this place was turning into a shit down with them around." His grin would tease you from behind the screen, and you grew slightly worried that he could see you. That, as his eyes widened and he drew closer to the screen, that he could see right through it. . .

ᯓ "You're in the fucking Lust ring, you absolute SLUT! What the fuck are you doing hanging around an, who's that? An Imp and- And is that Asmodeus himself in the background!" Clack! You would drop your phone like it had burnt you and stumbled backwards, not out of fear, you could never be fearful of someone like Vox, yet out of . . . what would be the word? Ire? Exasperation? Irritation? Preservation? Fizz was quick to lock his arms, just to keep you from stumbling back too far and hitting against the countertops near the stove, potentially burning yourself; As Ozzie stepped up, standing protectively between the phone and the two of you, the flickering of his growing detestation and bubbling anger slowly flickering around his coat, which threatened to burst flames. "This just in, your little Wrathful Overlord, has not only abandoned the Pride Ring yet is sleeping with the Sin of Lust and his weak-dick, limp ass Imp!" Vox's cackle echoed around the room, "That's so fucking sad!- Oh, looks like no one will ever have any sort of reason to be scared of you anymore," And his name spilled out from his lips with venom, poisoning the air with his slithering voice. That was, until his broadcast was cut off, cutting his maniacal laughter short, with a crackle then pop. It seemed like Ozzie had enough of listening to Vox, and seemingly had enough of your phone, as he had slammed his fists into the counter. Effectively ending the broadcast and your phone all in one go.

ᯓ And nothing but silence filled the room, just as you were sure nothing but silence (and soon an eruption of hatred and irreverence) filled the Pride Ring, and Wrath Town.

ᯓ "Fuck. ." Was the words that left with an airy breath.

ᯓ "THAT FUCKER IS SO DEAD!" Was Ozzie's first words; his hair combusting into flames, his irritation and outrage boiling over and finally having struck that match.

ᯓ Maybe it was slight shock overwhelming you, never having expected your engagement to be outrighted for everyone in the Pride Ring to hear, or maybe it was Fizz carelessly (accidentally) spinning you around, but you found yourself exasperation against the kitchen counter; Your eyes still locked on where your cellphone was now intended into the counter. "I've got the rope!" Fizz's voice barely registered in your ears, along with the sounds of his mechanical arms and legs moving to easily wrap himself around Ozzie. "Let's go kill that fucker!- or maybe tie him up and leave him exposed and naked on his own stupid broadcast. Like, really, who does he think he is trying to come for us like that?" Fizz's agreement with Ozzie's irrational solution caused a growl, a very lion-like one, to seep through Ozzie's gritting teeth, "A two timing nobody, that's who he is, and I won't stand for it! He comes for what's mine and I'm going to show him who the FUCK he's dealing with!"

ᯓ You know, maybe you've enabled their behavior a little too much; Sure, you loved the way they grew overprotected about you (and as you were sure they loved when you did the same) yet logically, you knew you had to stop them. When news gets out about Ozzie and Fizz going up to the Pride Ring and killing, or humiliating, an overlord not only will Vox's words be taken as facts, which can cause a whole other set of issues, yet Lucifer might also get involved. Of course, though, your knowledge about how Sins worked together and how they could interfere with each other's rings was limited. Yet, you can only guess a Sin killing an Overlord in another person's ring would just cause some sort of uproar.

ᯓ So when Ozzie, with Fizz coiled around his arm as to not get burnt, were about to leave the kitchen-living room, you had to act fast. Even while a little dazed, a little out of your own body, stilling trying to reel in the information of the situation that just happened, you dashed forward towards them. Or maybe your feet did so because they knew you had to catch them, and it sure felt that way rather than your own doing. It all felt like you were watching through a pair of another's person's eyes as you rushed over, your tail trashing out to stag the Ozzie's heel and trip him (you would have to apologize later). It bought you some time to slid in between him and floor, effectively catching him in your arms. "Yeah, as to hell we're going to go do anything boys! We're," You slammed the door closed, effectively walking away from it, "Staying here!" And that was your final verdict and that was what you were going to do as to make sure you can control this situation as much as possible. While frazzled and your finances' not thinking properly, giving into their own natural urges that some would call taboo (even for hell), this was no time to do that. Ergo, this was no time to be out murdering people!

ᯓ At that time you failed to notice the blush and wide eyes that had sprung to Ozzie's face when you dropped them both onto the couch, as well as the slight boner he had to hide by crossing his legs; Which Fizz defiantly noticed and teased him for with a snicker. Often times, not on purpose, did Fizz and Ozzie forget that out of all three of you, you were the strongest. Physically and magically, as you tended not to flash it off like some demons like to do, instead you flashed where you shined mentally. Though, damn, does it get Ozzie every time you swiftly come in and pick him up like he was weightless, with the same ease he picked up Fizz and you (even after you had told the first few times he didn't have to, later learning that you were conscience about your weight due to your chubbier figure). So it managed to calm Ozzie down, at least a little for the time being. Fizz would follow after, not really looking to murder people by himself - or at least not wanting to or not believing that he could.

ᯓ Calling your name from the couch, yet to no effect, the two would watch as you walked away from them to only circle right back round and leave again; pacing around the room with a constipated look on your face, leaving them confused, and slightly concerned, on the couch. Fizz slinked down to sit on Ozzie's lap, seeing as Ozzie had sat up to make sure you were alright while walking circles around them. Them both noticed quickly the way your tail trashed dangerously, the slight glare you gave to your phone anytime you passed through the kitchen, and the way your left hand clutched and curled in on itself. Fizz was sure your claws were digging into the skin of your palm, where marks from previous punctures of your claws laid fresh. "Hey," Ozzie started, calling out your nickname yet watching it effectively fall onto death ears. Even so, he continued, what's going on?" An invitation to talk to them, an invitation that received the acknowledgement of you hitting the tip of your tail against the floor to ceiling glass. Your own way of letting them know you heard him, yet needed a moment to gather your thoughts. To find something that can fix this situation without it blowing over and becoming bigger than you needed or wanted it to. To find a way to sweep and brush it under the rug. To just- make it like it never, ever fucking happened!

ᯓ Crack!

ᯓ You barely felt it, the smoke of Wrath infesting your very mind and blurring every other sense. Yet, Fizz and Ozzie caught it with ease. They heard the crack of your bone, the saw the way your nails not only had dug into your skin with the increase pressure yet suddenly broke through your palm and to the other side of your hand. Fizz covered his mouth, trying to hold in the gag that threatened to escape from the shock that filled him. Ozzie, wrapping an arm around Fizz to support him up to his chest to comfort him, would stand. . . and he didn't know how else to get your attention but exploding; Calling your name with a tone he rather not use with you. "WHAT?" Yet you would snap back, a green lining the inside of your eyes, right by your pupils. "WHAT CAN BE SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CANNOT WAIT, OZZIE. I'M TRYING TO-" A tug at your wrist, Fizz, despite not being able to stand the sight if your claws puncturing through your hand, dragged you over to them. He rose your hand up to eye level once you were in front of the two, and he didn't want to make you watch the black blood that flowed down from it, that coated your claws thickly, he knew it was the only way to get you to pay attention. To realize that you hurt yourself in the panic of trying to fix a problem that could best be fixed together. To realize the scowl that was placed upon Ozzie's face at your actions, yet the underlining concern he had. To notice how Fizz was a bit sickened at the fact that you could so easily hurt yourself, and hurt that you wouldn't talk to them and effectively just shut them out again. Even though they have both told you countless times that you could talk them through your thoughts, that they can help you, that they want to help you! Even if you felt like you needed to handle everything that happened by yourself, even if you felt like the world was crushing in they were here! They were always here for you, and they were ready to help as long as you just talked to them.

ᯓ Fizz and Ozzie, out of everyone and anything, care about you (and granted each other) the most. And to see you physically hurt yourself over someone you told them not to worry about . . . well it stabbed them in the heart and made them ever so more concerned.

ᯓ "I just, I need time. I can figure this out if I'm given enough time." You would try to explain to Ozzie and Fizz as you sat on Ozzie's desk, where Fizz usually sat to replace any problem limbs. Fizz sat beside you, securely holding your right hand in his own and nuzzling up to you; His head resting against yours. Ozzie was in front of you, carefully trying to bring your claws out of the palm of your hand without hurting you, so he could then disinfect the wounds and wrap them up. He would have gotten a doctor, but felt a bit too fired up to let any medical professional touch you when you were so vulnerable. "Honey, get us, we know," Ozzie started, then let out a heavy sigh. "You say that every time something shitty happens in Pride. It's like- your go to thing!" Fizz added on, his tone a bit chirpier than Ozzie's; trying to lighten the mood, bring at least a small tug of a smile onto your face. Ozzie would soon apologize as you let out a hiss, feeling your claw carefully yet strikingly painfully being pulled out from your palm. You squeezed Fizz's hand, he nuzzled his head further against yours. And yet, you still spoke through gritted teeth and hissing, "I just! There never seems to be- FUCK, Ozzie that shit hurts!" "Love, I'm sorry, but I'm trying my best to make it as painless as possible. Yet, it's kind of hard when you managed to stab yourself right between your own bones." Ozzie mumbled, quickly working on the exposed wound, trying to wrap it with a towel just for the time being so he could work on the other three fingers (your thumb didn't puncture through skin, but did leave a good wound on your middle finger). Fizz would let out a nervous bit of laughter, trying to turn the situation away from your pain, just so you wouldn't have to think about it. "Hey, why don't you tell us why. . . you were so against us going to go kill the guy! I mean, I'm sure it would be easier than thinking of a whole counter plan and stabbing yourself through the hand, wounding yourself for someone you-" "Froggie," Ozzie warned, though his tone was still soft, noticing quickly how he began to ramble out of nerves. "I don't think that's helping."

ᯓ Yet you didn't mind much, it kind of did set your brain a little more straight and screwed in properly. So in a way you kind of did need Fizz's nervous rambling right now, "No, no it's fine. I. . . needed that. I just," A frown stretched upon your face, letting out a heavy sigh that was quickly replaced with a painful hiss and quickly followed by another apology from Ozzie. Your face scrunched at the pain, yet softened as you felt Fizz trying to comfort you once more. His hand squeezed your undamaged one, and when you turned your head towards his, he connected your foreheads. The distress that came from your fiancés were slowly becoming more apparent to you; Especially by the way Fizz looked into you, his own eyebrows frowned and scrunched, worry laced around his eyes. You felt the pressure of Ozzie wrapping your newly oxygen exposed wound with the towel, trying to cover it gently yet firmly enough. "I just. . . didn't want them to hurt you." The words left your mouth before you could think about their weight; Even if they were nothing but the truth, all the worry that struck your brain the moment Vox had called you out was all due to your worry that Fizz and Ozzie might get hurt. That they might be caught in some sort of cross fire between Vox and you and you would have to deal with their blood on your hands. That was a thought your couldn't bear to stand.

ᯓ The silence was thick for a good few minutes as you kept your eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and face Ozzie and Fizz. You could feel as Fizz leaned in, nuzzling your nose against his in an attempt to comfort you, coax you to open your eyes. But he just saw they way they twitched and you squeezed harder. You could feel as Ozzie paused, his fingers gently grabbing around yours yet not giving it's usual tug. And without looking at them, you felt the nerves build in your stomach at the thought that you might have offended them in some way, or they were disappointed in you for some reason. Yet they weren't. Logically, you knew that they weren't any of those things, yet they worrying thoughts still crept in your mind. "Baby, no. . ." Ozzie's sweet voice would ring through the unwanted chatter in your mind, almost like he could hear or feel what was happening in your tornado of a mind. "No, you don't have to worry about us, we were more worried about you. Trust me." You felt Ozzie's engulfing hand rest against your cheek and Fizz nod against your head, "Oh yeah! Our names have been racked through the mud since the whole Mammon incident. Trust us, we can take a little shit, but-" And Fizz paused, always a little hesitant to speak about these topics, "This is new to you, and we know how important your work is to you." "And Just like Sins, I'm sure an Overlord's power also comes from your reputation among people. And that guy, well, directly went for your reputation," Ozzie mumbled, his thumb rubbing sweetly against your cheek. He couldn't dent it, but he loved how they were a little chubbier than most, making your skin a little more plump and soft. "And for that I would have killed him! But you don't want that, for some reason I still don't understand!- But, we respect that. Just know we're here to help anyway we can." "Yeah just say the word!" Fizz playfully moved his head to nuzzle his nose against your other cheek, effectively earning a smile from you and a few bits of suppressed laughter that dared to bubble out your throat. You weren't sure why it was always ticklish when Fizz nuzzled his nose against your cheek, yet it was. "Okay, Okay!-" A giggle slipped through your lips, "I'm sorry. . . I should have, talked to you guys instead of-" You paused, chewing over your words. Yet, you didn't have to think for long as Fizz cut in, "Pushing us away?" "Hurting yourself?" Ozzie swiftly added after, both with their own sassy yet caring tones as they stared down at you. "Yeah. . . that." You would mumble, with an heat rushing up to your cheeks out of embarrassment. You didn't realize you were actually being that big of a dick to the two most important people in your life. Wow, you really did need that reality check from Fizz earlier.

ᯓ "Well, thank god we love you." Fizz's sarcastic voice trailed out with a cheeky grin spread across his face, showing off his pointed teeth and his ever so adorable cheeky attitude. "Or else this would be such a different story! You might have ended out on the streets, or worse, dead." And even if his words would be less than comforting for anyone else, you couldn't help but smile at them; Shooting your own cheeky glare back, finally gaining the courage to open your eyes again. To bask in your lovers' faces instead of cowering in the darkness, fearing a rejection that was never there to begin with. Something that would have never came. Ozzie took the chance to, while you were laughing and smiling and paying attention to Fizz rather than your own pain, to gently yet swiftly take out your third claw. Instantly, your tail trashed and a hiss escaped your mouth. And while he felt bad, Ozzie couldn't help but shake his head and rather seriously state, "Yeah, but don't ever do this again." "Yeah no, I don't think I can take looking at you stab through your own hand either." Fizz agreed, shaking his head. Either way, he went back to nuzzling you to comfort, trying to distract you from the pain of your hands as Ozzie moved the towel over your third wound. One more to go. You tried to keep in the giggles that threatened to escape due to their words, yet you couldn't help it. With a roll of your eyes and a sarcastic, yet playful, tone, you muttered back to them, "Well, fuck, if I ever get stabbed I'm never coming to either of you!"

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[ A/N: Also, thank you so much for this request, it was a joy to write! I can't wait to hear from you again the future! And thank you to everyone for supporting my work, I've gotten so many nice comments in my inbox and I promise I'm trying to get through everyone's requests, or as much of them as possible. There's a good handful of them that request the same thing, so they will be clumped together, just because I don't think I can make enough content to make four separate posts about Adam with a Goth girlfriend or Yandere Lucifer lol! But, thank you all for the support, really, I wouldn't be able to do this all without you :) ]

[ozzgin]

I am absolutely in love with mommy prehistoric reader😍🧎‍♀️.

Idk if you like the idea , but imagine someone coming to close to the twins. And mommy reader and pickle are carefully watching what happens. But when the person gets to close reader gives the baby’s to pickle. And then goes after the person who got to close with her babies. And simply beats the living crap out of them.🤭

(Also I am sorry about requesting so much mommy/pregnancy headcannons with a baddie mom)

The general consensus seems to be that prehistoric reader needs a comeback as a protective mother of 2 infants and multiple grown men. Makes a lot of sense and I’m here for it!

Baki Headcanons: Prehistoric Mother! Reader

Featuring Pickle, his challengers, and an aggressively protective ancient reader that has taken everyone under her (buff) wing.

You’ve always approached the men with a certain sense of fragility (to their shame and dismay), as if you needed to be extra careful not to break them. Pickle has fought them and tested their sturdiness himself, so he treats them without gloves like any creature of his status. You’re not as certain, especially now that you’ve become a mother.

It’s not just the hormones being all over the place, though the heightened oxytocin levels have certainly contributed to your peculiar attachment to the modern creatures. Holding the two little beings that have made their way out safe and healthy (despite being frozen for millennia, might I add), a certain kind of newfound protectiveness blooms within you. They will grown and go out into the world and face threats and dangers and you wish to serve as their guardian for as long as possible.

In fact, you’re now more than ever convinced of your purpose. You have no desire to showcase your strength unless with the purpose of assuring the safety of those around you. The power bestowed upon you is not for conquering worlds, but to fortify the walls around them.

So now it’s harder than ever to refuse your random acts of motherly care. Katsumi has fully resigned to his new role as he doesn’t have the heart to push you away. He already has two mothers, one extra won’t make any difference. Besides, if he lets you groom him he can hold and play with the worryingly muscular babies. He finds the twins entertaining and they’re equally amazed by his karate tricks.

Retsu accepts your affections with solemn silence. He doesn’t particularly care for the children, but he’s surprisingly patient with their shenanigans. He’s rather curious to see when their strength will overcome his.

To Pickle’s annoyance, Baki has started calling him ‘dad’ jokingly whenever you groom him or take care of him. You’re very protective of the young boy and despite managing to use simple sentences by now, you prefer to deter Yuujirou away with quick threatening growls.

Jack detests the public displays that you insist on, feeling as if he’s infantilized, though he’s rather hesitant to downright reject your service. Especially since the…incident.

In fact, all of them are tiptoeing around you in hopes that your instincts will cool down over time. They’ve had to witness firsthand what happens when someone disregards your boundaries. The stranger might’ve had good intentions, nonetheless the same in your eyes the moment they got too close to the twins. You didn’t say much, just placed the children in Pickle’s arms and dragged the clueless person to a quiet place nearby. Needles to say you returned alone.

The worst thing about the whole ordeal was your flaccid smile that never left your face. Most humans are so weak they don’t even elicit the slightest frown from you. It hadn’t even registered in your head as a fight. The men gulped in unison and just minded their business for the rest of the day. Being groomed is a small price to pay if it saves them from your anger.

[aveegrex]

ONE PIECE DATING HEADCANNONS

Monster trio + Smoker and Crocodile gn!reader, SFW cw: mentions of murder, mentions of blood (all metaphoric), PDA, jealousy

Sanji Vinsmoke:

At first he’s really incredulous, still shocked his feelings are mutual. So instead of his usual over the top antics, you get a smitten clumsy boyfriend who stumbles upon everything he does and says. 

“Bonjour appétit", “In this dress you look like a swamp, eh-... A SWAN! I MEANT A SWAN!!” - yeah, he’s a mess at first

In fact, he’s so anxious and nervous that the Strawhats suspect someone might have kidnapped him and they are sharing the deck with an imposter, because for a few weeks he undercooks, oversalts and burns every meal. You decide to step up and put an end to that chaos, sitting him down for a long reassuring talk. 

When he gets used to his new status as a taken man, it’s like watching a flower bloom: he’s confident, attentive, his strength grown tenfold. 

Expect a lot of touching. Kisses, hugs, cuddles: his head on your knees when you chat with Nami on the deck, his fingers interlaced with yours as you indulge in reading, his legs intertwined with yours as you both doze off at night. This boy has been touch starved for years and you’re the one to make up for all that hunger with. 

You’ll definitely be waking up to fresh flowers every morning, even in case the ship has been cruising for days without a speck of land in sight. Don’t ask him how he does that. There are secrets only to be shared between a gentleman and his fridge. 

He’ll be super inquisitive about EVERY detail of your daily routine. This precious baby needs to know everything, from the ways you do your hair to your toothpaste preferences and favorite islands in all the seas.

If you have dietary restrictions for whatever reason, throw those at him without hesitation. It’s no disadvantage, but a challenge to him. Lactose intolerance? Hell yeah, prepare your nipples, oats and almonds. Vegetarian? Eat up your steaming veggie stew. No garlic and onions? Fuck those, vampires are hot! 

Never misses a single important date or event. I personally hc him as someone who has a tiny notebook in his pocket at all times, so everything that matters is written down, ingrained in both his brain and paper. 

Zoro is grateful for your existence since now his quarrels with the cook die down way faster and cost him way less bruises and nerves than before. And he gets to nap longer. 

Which leads to an unexpected outcome: on yours and Sanji’s dates and outings you never get interrupted because the mosshead is secretly guarding your calamity from afar, keeping all possible troubles at bay. 

On a sadder note: I believe Sanji is a rather self-conscious guy around those he loves and values the most. So it’s hard for him to stand his ground and state his boundaries, since he’s scared of being “too much trouble for you” or “scaring you away”. You gotta be patient and weave the truth out of him. It does get better the longer you are together, but at first you should be on guard for the little tell-tales of his discomfort. 

His jealousy is not obvious, but it is there. It stems from the same fear of losing you, so you gotta be the one to initiate the talk in this regard too. Since his adoration and love are pure, and his respect to you is immense, it doesn’t take much explanation convincing that when you’re making Zoro laugh or talking to some other man you still love him and him only. 

His flirtiness towards other people dies down a lot when you start dating. He doesn’t turn into a stone-cold robot, of course, still treating women gallantly, but his heart eyes are for you only now. 

Most thoughtful gifts ever. He has a special compartment in his brain dedicated to information about you, and his imagination never runs empty on how to make you smile and kiss him in excitement. 

Overall score: absolute husband material. Even though he does have flaws, he’s open to growth and listens carefully when you express your discontent with something. 

Please treat this baby with patience and care, and don’t abuse his love. He deserves the world. 

Roronoa Zoro: 

It might seem like Mr Bushido doesn’t undergo any behavioral changes when you two start dating. It might seem so. He does though. 

He’s now more careful with his words, which only you, Nami and Usopp pick up on at first. He’s well aware he can be brash and rough around the edges, so even though he’s simply trying his best to be better for you, he perceives being more attentive to other people’s feelings as a way to train this new trait. Wrong route - correct destination. Whatever works, works. 

Since you prefer to take your naps on the actual bed and not just shove your body in the corner on the deck, he now does the same thing. Zoro is happy since he gets to sleep with you. You’re happy since he’s treating his body with more care. Chopper is happy since Zoro doesn’t get colds and sore back anymore. Win-win-win situation. 

Trains even more. He views himself as your main protector, and although he knows you can stand your ground just fine, he would never forgive himself if something happened to you. 

Might forget important dates and details, but does make up for that. It’s not for the lack of attention, but more so of his usual unawareness of temporal and geographical context.  

Absolute shit at giving gifts though. He’s not very materialistic, opting for asceticism in his belongings, and he subconsciously transfers the same thought process onto other people. If you need something, it’s better for you to get the thing yourself. If it’s not a necessity, why even buy it? 

Eventually (with Nami’s help, Sanji’s patience ran thin here) gets the concept of cute little nothings like flowers, candy and trinkets, but still opts for things of use. Lost a hairband - he’ll buy you the prettiest one. Need a clothing article - let’s go shopping. Your weapon broke down? He’s already at the blacksmith’s with the remains. 

He’s not a very touchy person, and absolutely not into PDA. All the signs of affection are happening in private, please and thank you. 

Being a pirate with a huge bounty over his head, he’s careful not to show his infatuation with you, since he doesn’t want his enemies to use you as a way to get to him. 

But being a loner, he surprises you with propositions to do things together all the time. Training, eating, hunting, picking up food and utilities for the trip - you name it. You’re doing it together. 

Even the crew doesn’t know you’re dating for the first couple of months. Luffy was just looking for Zoro once and barged in on two of you making out, quick to announce his discovery in his booming voice. Saving Luffy’s ass from drowning became Usopp’s responsibility for the next few weeks, your boyfriend just watching the captain sink with bloody revenge in his eyes. 

His jealousy is more of a “protect the territory” type. He sees outsiders as danger, and is quick to assume the worst intentions. Deep-rooted issue which he dutifully works on with your help. 

He spent most of his life alone, relying on no one and needing no one. Joining a crew was a huge step for him, and opening the deepest bottoms of his heart and soul to you is even bigger. He’ll be cautious, awkward at times, rough around the edges, but if he ever hurts you he’ll make it his life mission to make up for that and to never repeat the same mistake again. 

In the world where he’s not bound to any land, floating in chase of his dream around, you’re his little anchor that reminds him how precious here and now can be. 

Captain Smoker:

Absolutely horrified at the thought of doing something wrong and letting you get too close at first. 

Does eventually find great comfort in you, making it his priority to be as open about his feelings and hesitations as possible. 

Not very much into PDA, he has a reputation to uphold and begs you to understand that the “White chase Smoker” should stay a bloodhound with a foaming mouth to every single pirate out there. Bloodhounds don’t hold hands with beautiful angels like you. Please. PLEASE. 

Allows the crew to see how he kisses you hello and goodbye. Those fuckers should treat you like royalty and serve you tea the second you’re around. If anyone dares to look at you the wrong way, he’ll growl and bark till they piss their pants. 

Luffy knows about you. 

When in private, melts under your touch and looks at you with bloodpuppy eyes. He worships the ground you walk on, kisses your hands when you’re in his lap, nuzzles his face into your neck. The setting of his job is rough and brutal, cold and has no space for intimacy and love. Smoker gets every ounce of those he can from you. 

Let him vent to you about the higher-ups. There might be a lot of swearing, but after he’s done for the day, he’ll hug you tight and mumble sweet nothings into your chest. 

Might easily miss the important dates due to his line of work. Buys you a small snailphone and calls you the second he’s free to talk if he’s away on the job. If someone dares to disturb the call, they risk getting murdered, dried into thin paper and used as a filler for his cigars. 

The one to call you his husband or his wife the week after you start dating. 

Tashigi is now getting her degree as a marriage counselor by the way. Make sure to remind him to cut her a little slack from time to time, the poor girl was not expecting this when submitting her job application. 

He struggles with loving words or elaborate gifts and surprises, but when those happen, they stun you for life. 

To your surprise, not a jealous type. He’s confident in his partner and knows that you both value trust and loyalty in a relationship. Even if someone advances you romantically, Smoker won’t interfere, just watching from afar amused as you kindly reject. 

Sir Crocodile:

Big thick daddy 3000 gives no shit about someone finding out he has a significant other. He’s a fucking warlord, wealthy and powerful man, and it’s his whole damn right to parade you and show you off to everyone around. You’re his prized possession, his love, his one and only. 

In fact, he shows you off so openly many people find it straight up obscene and indecent. He has you on his lap in all his meetings, his huge hand resting on your hip or even on your ass. When he wants to highlight how little he thinks of his collocutors, he’ll purposefully feed you berries and fruit from his hand, not even looking at the person speaking, but listening intently. He does it so openly that it’s them who get flustered and embarrassed. 

Huge sugar daddy energy. He earned his wealth, he can allow himself to splurge on whatever it is you want. Clothes? He’ll have a separate warehouse built for your wardrobe. Jewelry? Baroque works get overtime to find the rarest pieces. You want to visit some new restaurant? It’s closed for other customers for the whole evening. And don’t even think of getting out of bed with him if you want to eat something, just snap your fingers and everything will be brought to you on a silver platter. 

If he misses an important date, no he doesn’t. He’ll only care about remembering your birthday though, other things like anniversaries and whatnot being moved around to fit his schedule. Sorry not sorry. 

Takes you with him on every trip. His big ass ship is a fortress, and is fit to accommodate any of your needs and desires. 

Does like venting into your neck about his day, please listen to him mumble and whine, it’s a rare sight. 

Is very rare to get vulnerable with you, but when he does you know it’s his earnest feelings and emotions being shown to you. Make sure to cup his face and look him in the eyes when he’s in that state, and he’ll go above and beyond to never lose you. 

The realization that he loves you dawns on him when he takes off his hook before joining you in bed. He never cared for such consideration before, but with you he just does it on autopilot. He then later extends the “no weapon” rule to any situations where he’s in your presence. 

It’s hard to make him jealous though. Like really really hard. What did you think, he’s a mature weathered man with a bottomless bank account, confident in himself and in your infatuation with him. So no, whatever advances someone might try on you won’t ever make his heart sting. 

Overall, being in a relationship with Sir Crocodile gives you a very clear sense of stability and security. He’s a lifetime partner. You two are mates for life. 

Monkey D. Luffy: 

He hasn’t changed a bit since you started dating. Well, of course some habits come and go, some new rules and skills are learnt, but overall Luffy stays the same old Luffy. 

He just announced it to the Strawhats one morning, casually chewing on Sanji’s artwork. “We’re together now. We love each other. Is Zoro still asleep?”. And that was it. You do in fact feel like you’ve always dated, because it feels only natural to have him wrapped around you at night, to have him holding your hand, to have him kissing you in the night. 

Spends a little more time with you, but since he always liked your company, it doesn’t feel like a change. Although again, if he’s off to do something stupid, he forgets about everyone, including you. That is something to work on, and he’s trying. 

Absolutely no jealousy. Like none, what’s that? When you’re chatting away with someone and Nami asks if he’s jealous, Luffy’s like “Huh? Why? We’re together, remember? ”. 

Doesn’t understand what PDA is because if he feels like kissing you, he’ll do that right away. What do you mean there are people around? They probably kiss too from time to time. 

Might easily say something stupid and hurt you. Needs a lot of explanation on why that was hurtful, but even if he fails to get it, he knows that “if it hurts it’s no go”. So just tell him it was not a nice thing to say and he won’t do that again. Baby’s clueless to social subtones. 

Also might easily forget the important date. Again, he’s really not aware of his surroundings, and that includes date, time, location. The guy fell asleep when chasing Crocodile and has thrown Zoro off the ship accidentally more times than anyone can count. He just is not aware. So in this regard, please tell him right in the morning that it’s actually your birthday or anniversary, and he’ll bring you the most unexpected and heartfelt present ever. 

Have beef jerky on you at all times and you’ll be best at finding him when he’s lost. 

Relationship with Luffy is a journey, an adventure, You’re in for a good time and you live today. Tomorrows mostly don’t exist. Carpe diem. 

He loves you with all his heart and soul. If something happens to you, the world is over. Everyone’s fucked. Villain Luffy arc ensues. 

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, wish everyone finds their love

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Losing You - Headcannons - Batboys

BatBoys! x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k+

Masterlist

Summary:How do they deal after losing you?

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Bruce Wayne / Batman - 

Bruce’s POV

Gotham City was still and somber, mirroring the shadows that draped over my heart. The night's silence amplified the cacophony of emotions that threatened to consume me. They had left – the one person who had dared to venture beyond the cape and cowl, penetrating the fortress I had built around my true self. [Y/N], whose presence illuminated even the darkest corners of my soul.

Memories of our shared moments danced before my eyes as I brooded in the dimly lit Batcave. How we met at a charity gala, where I found solace in their laughter amidst the superficial conversations. The way their eyes sparkled when I revealed my true self as Bruce Wayne, not the vigilante they called Batman. How we fought side by side against the criminals, not only as allies but as kindred spirits.

But darkness can never fully coexist with light. The battles I faced as Batman scarred my soul, and I couldn't ignore the toll it took on our relationship. I saw the worry etched in their eyes, the fear that I might never come back one night. They deserved a life unburdened by my relentless crusade.

Now, in the aftermath of our break-up, I find myself lost in a maze of emotions, grappling with the void they left behind. It's not just the love I miss but also the human connection, the sense of belonging they granted me. Gotham's protector could never afford such luxuries – I had a city to save, a legacy to protect.

[Y/N]’s absence gnaws at me, a constant reminder of the fragile balance between Bruce Wayne and Batman. I wander the empty halls of Wayne Manor, haunted by the memories of our laughter, our secrets, and our stolen moments of happiness. Every shadow whispers their name, a painful reminder of what I let slip through my fingers.

I still cherish the letter they left, the words etched onto paper with grace and understanding. They wished for me to find peace and to heal the wounds that I had ignored for far too long. But could I ever mend my fractured heart without them by my side? Could I be Bruce Wayne without the [Y/N]’s light to guide me?

As the nights pass, I continue to patrol the city's grim streets, relentlessly pursuing justice. But there's a hollowness to it all, an emptiness that echoes within the confines of the Batcave. My silent ally, confidant, and lover has vanished, leaving me to grapple with my emotions in solitude.

In the stillness of the night, I yearn for their presence, their touch, their warmth. And yet, I understand their decision. They deserve a life filled with light, love, and unencumbered joy – a life that my alter ego, Batman, can never truly provide.

I take a deep breath, resigning myself to the painful truth that love doesn't always conquer all. [Y/N] has become a beacon of hope not only for the people of Gotham but for me as well. They showed me that love could bloom amidst darkness, but it also has the strength to walk away when necessary.

So, I will keep [Y/N]'s memory alive in my heart as I carry on the never-ending fight against crime. Maybe one day, the shadows will lift, and I will find a way to honor their sacrifice by finding my own peace within the storm. Until then, I'll remain the Dark Knight, haunted by the absence of [Y/N], forever chasing after elusive happiness.

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Dick Grayson / Nightwing - 

Dick’s POV

The nights in Blüdhaven were always alive with a chaotic energy that mirrored my own restless soul. As Nightwing, I soared through the city, the rhythmic flapping of my cape the only constant in a world full of uncertainty. But tonight, something felt different, as if the very essence of my being was shifting.

I couldn't shake the memory of their face – that special someone whose enchanting presence had woven its way into every corner of my heart. We had shared laughter, secrets, and stolen glances that spoke volumes in the silence of the night. They were my confidant, my partner, and my inspiration, illuminating my path even in the darkest moments.

But like an ethereal mist, they had slipped through my fingers. We had parted ways, the painful decision to let them go still etched into my soul. I couldn't bear to see them caught in the crossfire of my dangerous life as Nightwing. They deserved a chance at a life free from the perils of my world.

Now, as I leaped from rooftop to rooftop, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Their absence left a void that I couldn't fill, no matter how fast or far I ran. The laughter that used to echo in my ears was now replaced with the haunting silence of regret.

In the cover of night, I found myself at our favorite spot – the old clock tower where we had shared countless memories. Its towering presence seemed to echo the towering weight of my heart. I gazed out into the city, the twinkling lights mirroring the stars in the sky, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were looking at the same stars too.

Every crime I thwarted, every life I saved, it all felt hollow without them by my side. They had brought warmth to my nights, and now, their absence left me with nothing but aching loneliness. It was as if a part of me was missing, and I feared I would never feel whole again.

As I stood there, engulfed by my thoughts, a soft breeze brushed against my cheek, and I closed my eyes. And in that moment, it was as if I could feel them beside me – their presence lingering in the very air I breathed. The memories flooded back, and I realized that no matter how far apart we were, they would forever be a part of me.

They had taught me the beauty of vulnerability, of letting someone in even when it meant exposing my deepest fears. And as Nightwing, I had to be brave, but it was in their arms that I found solace, knowing that it was okay to be human, to feel pain, and to love.

With resolve in my heart, I knew what I had to do. I had to find them, to tell them that they were my anchor in the storm, that they were the light in my darkest nights. Even if we couldn't be together in the same way, I wanted them to know that they had forever changed me, that they were my north star guiding me through life's chaos.

As the city below continued to buzz with life, I took flight once more, my heart now infused with hope. I would find them, and together, we would navigate the uncertainties of life. For in their eyes, I had found a love that transcended the boundaries of time and distance – a love that whispered of forever in the depths of my soul.

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Jason Todd / Red Hood - 

Jason’s POV

The weight of the Red Hood's choices bore down on him heavily, leaving scars both visible and unseen. Gotham's nights were filled with darkness, but within Jason Todd's heart, the darkness was unyielding. As he patrolled the city's shadows, he couldn't escape the memories that haunted him, memories that connected him to the one person he thought he had lost forever – the one who held a special place in his heart.

They had once been his guiding light, the one soul who could see through the jagged edges of the Red Hood's armor and into the wounded heart of Jason Todd. But circumstances had pulled them apart, leaving him adrift in a sea of turmoil.

On this particular night, the weight became too much to bear. Seeking solace and understanding, Jason found himself at Roy Harper's doorstep. Roy, a friend and fellow vigilante, had always been a source of comfort, someone who understood the struggle between darkness and redemption.

Roy welcomed Jason with a knowing nod, and they settled in a dimly lit corner of his apartment. The air was heavy with unspoken words as they exchanged glances filled with shared history.

"I've been carrying so much pain, Roy," Jason finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I miss them, you know? The one who meant so much to me. I miss who I was when they were with me."

Roy listened attentively, his eyes reflecting compassion. "I know, man. Sometimes the pain can feel unbearable, but that doesn't mean you have to carry it alone."

Jason took a deep breath, struggling to find the words to convey the torment in his heart. "Being the Red Hood is all I know now. It's like there's this void inside me, and I thought I could fill it with vengeance. But it's just made everything worse."

Roy placed a hand on Jason's shoulder, offering silent support. "You're not beyond redemption, Jason. None of us are. The path you're on might be dark, but you still have a choice. You can choose to heal, to find a different way."

Tears welled up in Jason's eyes, and for a moment, he allowed himself to be vulnerable in the presence of a friend who understood. "I want to be whole again, Roy, but I don't know where to start."

Roy smiled softly, recognizing the flicker of hope in Jason's admission. "You start by forgiving yourself, by accepting that mistakes are a part of being human. And then, you take one step at a time. Reach out to those who care about you, let them in. It won't be easy, but healing rarely is."

Jason nodded, the weight on his shoulders feeling a little lighter as he released some of the pain he had been carrying. "I'll try, Roy. I'll try to find my way back."

"You don't have to do it alone, brother," Roy reassured him. "I'll be here for you, and so will others who care about you. We all stumble, but it's how we pick ourselves up that defines us."

As the night wore on, Jason and Roy shared stories of the past, of battles won and lost, but most importantly, of hope. In the quiet moments between their words, Jason felt a glimmer of healing, knowing that he wasn't alone in his journey toward redemption.

And in the depths of his heart, he realized that the one who held a special place in his heart had never truly left him. They had left an indelible mark on his soul, one that reminded him that love and hope could still bloom amidst the darkness. With Roy's guidance, Jason understood that there was a chance for healing, for a second chance at life – a chance he was determined to seize, one step at a time.

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Tim Drake / Red Robin -

Tim’s POV

The city lights shimmered below as I stood on the rooftop, my cape fluttering in the cool night breeze. Restlessness gripped me tonight, and memories of [Y/N], the one who had once held my heart, haunted my thoughts. As Red Robin, I dedicated myself to fighting crime, but this evening, I needed something more – a way to find peace amidst the chaos.

An idea struck me, and I decided to revisit the places where we had shared some of our most cherished moments. Each location held memories of laughter, intimacy, and genuine connection. I hoped that revisiting those places would help mend the pieces of my heart that felt fractured.

The first stop was the cozy café where we had shared our first cup of coffee together. Sitting at our old table, I sipped my coffee, reminiscing about how we had spent hours talking, sharing our dreams and fears. The warmth of the café and the memories it held brought both comfort and a pang of longing. It reminded me of a time when everything felt so much simpler.

Next, I strolled through the park where we often sought refuge. The trees had grown taller, but the bench we used to occupy remained, untouched by time. Sitting there, I gazed at the stars overhead, recalling the nights we spent stargazing together, finding constellations in the vast night sky. It felt like those moments were just yesterday.

The nearby arcade was my next destination. Surrendering to playful nostalgia, I immersed myself in the flashing lights and sounds of the games. Memories flooded back of the times we playfully challenged each other, laughter echoing in our ears as we vied for high scores.

My final stop was a quaint bookstore where we had lost ourselves in countless stories. I picked up a book they had recommended, feeling a connection to them through the words on the pages.

With each place I revisited, a sense of peace settled over me. These memories weren't just reminders of what was lost, but a testament to the love we once shared. Amidst the bustling city, I found moments of stillness, a chance to remember who I was before the pain and burdens of my vigilante life consumed me.

As I walked through the dimly lit streets, I realized that while I couldn't change the past, I could honor the memories we created together. Instead of dwelling on what had slipped away, I chose to cherish what we once had and find a way to carry that love with me into the future.

Revisiting those old date places allowed me to find peace – not by forgetting or letting go, but by acknowledging the significance of what we meant to each other. As Red Robin, I would continue to protect the city, but now, I knew that amid the chaos, there would always be a place where I could find a moment of tranquility – a place where our love still lingered.

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Damian Wayne / Robin -

Damian’s POV

The weight of our recent breakup hung heavy on my shoulders as I sought refuge in the quiet solitude of my room. The emptiness seemed almost suffocating, a reminder of the void you had left in my life. I tried to distract myself with training and missions, but no matter how fast I moved or how fiercely I fought, I couldn't escape the pain in my heart.

It was then that I noticed Ace, my loyal Great Dane, gazing at me with his big, understanding eyes. He had been a constant companion throughout my life, a loyal friend who never judged me and offered comfort in his own special way. I had never thought to seek solace in him, but at that moment, the idea seemed like the only respite from the anguish.

With a heavy sigh, I plopped down onto my bed, and without any prompting, Ace hopped up beside me, nudging my hand gently with his snout. The warmth of his presence offered a sense of comfort that I hadn't realized I needed.

I buried my face into Ace's fur, taking in his familiar scent, and wrapped my arms around him. His steady heartbeat echoed in my ears, and for the first time since our breakup, I felt a flicker of tranquility. Ace didn't judge me or offer advice – he simply offered the warmth of his body and the steadiness of his presence.

It was as if he knew the turmoil in my heart and understood that sometimes words weren't enough. As I held him close, my mind drifted back to the moments you and I had spent together, the laughter, the shared secrets, and the happiness that seemed so distant now.

In the past, I might have scorned the idea of finding comfort in a pet, but with Ace by my side, I realized that his loyalty was just as valuable as any human connection. He didn't expect me to be anything other than myself, and his affection was unconditional.

As I lay there, wrapped in the warmth of Ace's embrace, I found myself slowly finding peace. The pain didn't vanish entirely, but it felt less suffocating, as if I had a friend who understood my grief and was willing to bear it with me.

Ace and I stayed like that for what seemed like hours, finding solace in each other's company. I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence, a gentle reminder that even in the midst of heartache, there was love and comfort to be found in unexpected places.

As the night wore on, I drifted off to sleep with Ace by my side, his warmth and loyalty providing a balm to my wounded heart. In the embrace of my furry friend, I found a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, with time, the pain would ease, and life would regain some semblance of normalcy. Until then, I knew that I could count on Ace to be there, offering his unwavering comfort and companionship.

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I've just seen that you're asking for Thoma requests so I thought to ask (if you're comfortable with it) if you'd do some headcannons if he was self aware like Monika from Ddlc if you're not feel free to ignore this :)

#self aware!thoma

WARNING. may have slight spoilers on his story (about his parents)

NOTES. I will be basing this off on how I built thoma lmao i’m sorry this is slightly self-indulged. I’m laughing so hard while writing this, enjoy everyone

THOMA

Appreciates you especially if you tried so hard to pull for him. He really did his best in order to come home but he’s such a generous person to others and let them come home to you first before himself--such a gentleman, huh?

Oh! You have a Staff of Homa or Deathmatch? Are you going to-

Black Tassel… alright, well at least it gives him a lot of HP! It doesn’t matter that it once was from Zhongli or maybe Hu Tao or you specifically built it for him. He doesn’t really mind because you puting him in your team is just enough for him to be happy.

If you level him up to 80 or 90, he’d be extremely grateful, but to be honest? Whatever level you have him on, he will still do his best whenever you put him on your team and remain loyal to you til the end. The additional power and strength are just bonus points to him.

Helping you is his pleasure, he takes absolute delight in having to assist you and your team in any way he can.

When you don’t place him on your team, he’s a little bit sad but he doesn’t brood over such negativities and is just here to help… that’s it, basically.

Take him to Mondstadt every once in a while! He gets homesick as well, of course, so he will appreciate you if you take him there. You’ll probably see him with the dogs or cats around the square near the fountain, or maybe greeting the vendors and trying to meet the others whom he hadn’t seen for a long time. Where’s his mother anyway? He should try to find her.

When you or your team is in danger he would probably switch to himself on his own accord. You’d sometimes think this is a glitch but he does that most of the times, especially since he was beginning to have feelings for you.

You probably will see your foods increase when you look so closely, or even your fishes that comes from Inazuma. The culprit? Of course, it’s him. There’s no one else who can cook a lot and also catch fish for you like that.

Your teapot house oh Archons. You were just muttering how you like things this way and that in your teapot but you just couldn’t find the time and the next time you log in, he already did it for you.

Your smile makes his day so there are probably times he crits better when he feels energized by your positivity! You’ll find yourself praising him and this continues on until the end of the fight.

When you realize it had been him all long and that he became self aware, he won’t try to hide it from you and would just go along the flow, basically.

I could imagine actually in the Dream of Bloom event, you will find a couple of extra flowers on your inventory, probably one each day--he did that too.

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BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Her fear is much too satisfying to ever feel the need to actually hurt her. He’s still a sadist, don’t get me wrong, however laying off the physical pain and preying on the emotional side of things. 

I can take and do whatever I fucking want with you, whenever I want, and you can do nothing to stop me, Pumpkin.

However, his temper will always get the best of him despite him constantly fighting against it. The sad truth is, he doesn’t want to hurt her, he really doesn’t, but a lack of self-control is something that will always burden Katsuki. Where ignoring his building frustrations only get the best of him in the end. 

Do you think I want to hurt you?! Well, I don’t! I fucking hate it!

He will stick to threatening for the most part, discouraging bad behavior as it arises. Seemingly unaffected by most of it, given his paramount strength in contrast to his darling, he manages to ignore most of her transgressions and settle for simply ridiculing her pathetic efforts, and doing so with perverted delight. His cock growing heavy and warm at the feel of her meek struggles. In short words: refusal will be met with salacious mockery. 

Watcha gonna do about it, princess? 

You’re such a crybaby! 

I’d think again, if I were you, sweetheart. 

So cute, so hopelessly adorable, good thing you’re all mine.

Words will set him off faster than actions. Tell him she hates him, she’ll soon be preaching otherwise, his cock pounding her into a silly hot wet cross-eyed mess, feeling foolish for ever even humoring the idea of retaliating. 

What the fuck did you just say, slut? Say that again, I beg you. You’ll regret it, bitch.

Katsuki’s tolerance for unwanted behavior all depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in a nasty mood, where he might just steer his darling into making a bad decision only to give him an excuse to punish her. These will be light punishments, sexual more times than most. He’ll have her bent over his lap, slapping the bare soft plump flesh of her ass again and again until she’s convincing enough in her apology. 

Who owns this ass? Say my name! That’s right, you freak. Mine.

However, other times the smallest thing can set him off, and certainly not in any good way. He’ll be fuming, flames licking up and about his arms, crackles of hellbent fire mingling with his maniacal cackles. She’ll be lucky to come out with minor burns. 

Time to learn your fucking lesson. Time for you to understand who here’s in charge.

However, the times where he’s silent, those times where he’s tired and fed up, those are the times she should really fear. Where he’ll be taunting like some haunting ghost, playing with her, perhaps opening the locked outer-door only to find satisfaction in hunting her down and dragging her back to do it all over again. 

I’ll give you a reason to cry. 

Continue to scream, and I’ll do it again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi doesn’t ever need to punish his darling too severely because his presence is an intimidating enough detergent on its own, encouraging her to stay away from doing anything too reckless. He looks like the onset of death, it’s only logical for her to think he might be as well. 

Waddya look so scared for, Doll? I haven’t even done anything yet.

However, he won’t shy away from making it clear who’s in charge, something of which he’ll do from the get-go. But again, the fact is in-mistakeable whence he’s large and lanky form towers over her, smiling that crooked grin that have his skin stretching in stiches and staples. Leathery fingers brushing over sensitive areas, cyan eyes intently watching her every move. 

That’s right, Babygirl, you know your place. Don’t make me remind you.

Besides he’ll sprinkle a couple path-keeping scares here and there, as in: he’ll correct behavior while she’s committing the crime and prove how idiotic her reluctance really is. Seeing how he’s much larger and much stronger than her, fighting truly is futile. He’ll make it clear she’s being foolish, lacing his words with condescension as he scolds her as though she were a child, while making her bounce up and down the length of his cock. 

Silly little doll, thinks she has an actual fighting chance. You’re adorable, Pumpkin.

For the most part he’ll just ignore when she refuses him or fights him, it’s not like her pathetic struggles can do anything to stop him. In fact, he quite enjoys it in some malicious sadistic sense. How her delicious little wiggles have trembles running pleasantly up his spine, nestling somewhere in the bulging tip of his cock. 

You’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.

In some ways he’ll actually encourage misbehavior. Leaving her just enough freewill, just enough room to fight back, constantly egging her on and provoking her to retaliate either physically or verbally. 

Babydoll, so feisty today. Try that again, why dontcha?

As far as punishments actually go, they’ll never leave out the element of pleasure. Spanking is always fun, hearing her scream his name over and over until it leaves her wet lips like a broken cry. Whilst gifting as well as reprimanding her with thumbprint scorch-mark hearts never gets old either. 

Such a crybaby. Come one, cry some more for me, Angel.

Dabi is not the one to snap. He’s very calm, collected, reserved, calculating. Therefore, when his darling crosses the line, as in escapes, he’ll have punishments instore for her, punishments containing of her on her knees sucking his dick like her life is on the line, however… he’ll never go any farther. His darling is precious, he can’t have her getting damaged beyond repair. 

Let’s get you home, where you belong, Buttercup.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura will try to avoid threats and punishments altogether, knowing how his guilt will ultimately defeat the purpose of correcting his darling’s behavior. He wants to be happy when with his darling, and nothing but happy, but that won’t be possible if he serves as a constant reminder of dread to his darling with the display of fear ever so prominent and gut-wrenching in her eyes. 

Don’t look so scared when I’m around. I won’t hurt you.

However, that doesn’t mean he’ll resist his carnal desires. He will resist in hurting her when she tries to fend him off, but he’ll still bury his dick deep inside her and hold her down as he starts rocking his hips sharply into the underside of her thighs, the slap of skin on skin echoing in his barren room. 

You feel so good… just relax, I’ll make you feel good too.

He’ll lie more often than not as opposed to spouting threats. Promises upon promises, all bound to break. All in an effort to calm his darling down or to build some unstable trust in their relationship. 

I’m not gonna hurt you. 

You’re safe here.

He gets more annoyed than actually mad, her efforts mediocre against his lanky slender fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists. Giving mere half-hearted vocal corrections as he keeps her still for his cock to abuse. 

Give up already. 

Stop fighting. 

You’re only wasting your energy.

But… he walks on constant eggshells. He will try to ignore her unwanted retaliation to the best of his capability and reel in the reigns of his temper, but he’s prone to snap at some point, knowing there lies a dormant yearning to touch her in more vile ways than one. 

Careful now, don’t tempt me.

He’ll try to the very best of his efforts to be soft and understanding, not realizing before it’s too late that his actions only aided in watering the seeds of his darker desires, soon to be blooming with all hell breaking loose. 

I’m a monster? Who’s fucking fault is that?

He’s easily vexed. He doesn’t enjoy her crying and will try to make it stop immediately. Screaming is even worse, piercing his ears making him scratch at his neck frantically. 

Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! Stop, or I’ll give you a reason to cry.

But, the worst is when she runs. He’ll keep her locked in his room for the most part, but sometimes she’ll manage to sneak away and get lost in her attempt to find her way out of the compound he’s situated her in. He doesn’t enjoy any part of it. Running after her in empty rundown hallways like some monster in a horror-game. Catching her and hugging her close, dragging her back into his cold dark dreary room. 

Don’t even look at the door. I don’t want to feel like you’re trying to run away from me again. 

Wherever you go, I will find you, and bring you back… even if I have to drag you by your hair.

He’s a sore loser as well. He’s basically a child and will throw a temper tantrum when she beats him in a videogame. This will call for punishment, however he won’t call it that, he’ll call it another game, a game he knows she’s got no chance of winning. 

You think you can beat me? 

I’ll show you who’s boss.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Here’s one that rarely feels a need to punish his darling, mostly because he finds her struggles absolutely adorable when she’s trying to fend off either his mind-control or his scarf. 

How precious, Kitty thinks she has a choice. 

You’re so cute when you’re struggling.

But, she can choose to look at it as a punishment when he ties every inch of her body up in tight rope and spreads her thighs so far apart she doesn’t even have room to tremble when he slides his cockhead up and down the slick of the velvety folds on her exposed pussy. 

You’re such a pretty little thing, tied up like that, Kitten.

He will threaten her though, if only to see her squirm in discomfort beneath him. See her lips quiver as her mind reels upon his words, her eyes spiraling in complete chaos, not knowing what to expect. 

Pussy on a platter, where should I start? I love playing with my food.

Not much can actually anger him, but silence, cold-dreaded pin-drop deafening silence that racks at his mind, that can really bring out the eerie viciousness dwelling inside him. 

Kitty, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer. 

Remember the last time you didn’t listen to me?

His lessons leaving her psyche crumbling in their wake. Fucked completely silly, his words rummaging through her mind, ordering her to cum again and again and again and one more time for master. 

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re begging for me to take control. 

Let me show you what happens to little kittens who don’t follow the rules.

True punishments will lack all forms of fun, coming in the form of utter solitude. He knows how ferally and how painfully deep loneliness bites. He’ll leave her alone for days if not weeks in complete abandonment, starving her at times, simply waiting for as long as it takes before she comes crawling back to him. 

You must be truly desperate to come to me for comfort, Kitten. I was beginning to think you were incapable of learning.

Saying the wrong thing will also set him off, even more so than silence. He loves noise. She can call him anything, yell and scream and cry until her lungs feel like they’re bleeding, and he won’t mind, but… call him a villain… don’t be surprised when he acts like one. 

People warned you about me, didn’t they? Calling me a villain. Should’ve listened… look where you are now.

She never even saw it coming, him and his large hands, how easily they could bruise and choke and scar when truly motivated. 

What? You thought you were gonna get away with that? Think again.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo deals out punishment as he sees fit. He’ll punish the crime when it’s being committed. Crimes ranging from ignoring him to saying the wrong thing to saying the right thing with the wrong attitude. But when the punishment is dealt, he’ll forget the whole ordeal ever happened, never dwelling on the past, never holding a grudge and always, constantly talking about the future. 

I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile. 

I love you, Dove. Just let me love you and perhaps you’ll learn how to love me too someday.

He will grow frustrated and impatient though, and that aggression will bubble up and escape his grip on it at times. But, he’ll yell more than anything, yell and cry and kiss and lick and slobber all over her, pinning her wrists to her sides and hugging her with his massive wings, suffocating her in crimson. 

Say you love me. Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me. Just pretend, only for a little while. Please, Dove.

He’ll humor other forms of making her more lenient. He’ll wash her hair, message her, carry or fly her places, even though she recoils back and flinches with every touch his calloused fingertips adorn her silky-smooth body with. 

Maybe branding you will help.

He has this theory that sex will bring them closer and excuses his advances with this belief each time she starts sobbing when he pries her legs open to plant his sloppy warm worming tongue between them. 

I can make you feel so good, Dove, you just gotta let me. 

Don't be so difficult, I'm doing this for you!

His real violent nature lies dormant however. It’ll only come out when she crosses the line of trying to leave him. His wings will turn razor-sharp and she’ll catch herself in the heat of her regret, missing the time he would wrap them around her ever so softly and cry into her chest. Now, he’s baring his teeth, feathers coming to slice through her skin as a punishment of a million cuts. 

What’s wrong with you!? 

Don’t you dare fucking try it, you know you can’t outrun me.

He’ll feel really bad afterwards, cleaning every wound, embalming them with cooling salves, kiss and apologize for each and every one, but on the inside, he can feel the crawling feeling of contentment linger. Seeing her so catatonically compliant is refreshing and such a well-needed break form the exhaustion of fighting all the time. 

I’m so sorry, Angel. I love you so much. You know that, right?

She barely flinches when he decides to get in the bath with her, and when he comes to message the anxiety from out of her back he can feel the slight shift of her leaning into the touch. His protective mode fades as he holds her close, and the pure earth-shattering woeful relief comes wafting over the residue of his fear of losing her, leaving him in a fit of rather ugly sobbing. 

Nothing. Without you, Angel, I’m nothing.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Izuku acts oblivious to undesired behavior and retaliation. He will very much be aware of it all, yet he believes making her feel safe is paramount. So, he’ll forgive all her nasty words, and respect her wish to keep the intimacy to a minimum. In fact, the only time he sees her completely naked is in the bath, where he actually lets her do most of her own washing. 

You’re safe here, Darling.

Other than that, he’ll coo and explain as much as he sees fit when she asks her bitter questions, however… there will always be the slight irking presence of self-righteous condescension. 

Cruel, terrible people live out there, Sweetie, people who want to hurt you. 

You’re lucky I’m so nice. Anyone else would’ve taken advantage of you and done something horrible, by now.

Although Izuku is a patient guy, he can easily see when something isn’t progressing. Good thing he has plenty of methods to make things go his way. While making her feel safe was plan A, Plan B is not as forgiving. If a soft touch isn’t to her liking, then perhaps a firm touch is what she needs. 

I know it hurts, Honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do as I say.

She’ll wake up with her wrists and ankles tied snuggly together, face in the pillow and her exposed tender tight little pussy raised to the high skies, all for Izuku to touch and feel and suck on. 

Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again, now would we?

He’ll be cooing her all the while when she cries out for him to stop, as well as landing a sharp painful blood-curdling smack against the plump dome of ass nudged up and pressing against his throbbing cock. 

I think this is what we needed, Baby, for both of us to be reminded of who’s in charge.

He’s far from ever causing her any real pain though, settling for claiming her tight little hole again and again until she eventually understands where she belongs and who she belongs with, or to. 

That’s right, Honey. I love you, you don't need anything or anyone but me.

He will eerily threaten her when finding her doing something not to his liking. For example: picking at the locks on her handcuffs when he leaves the room. 

What do you think you’re doing, Sweetie? 

Give up, Honey. 

I’m gonna count to three, Sweetheart.

However, with the sheer strength and adept abilities Izuku is in possession of, he can never truly feel threatened by his darling, and a fear of her leaving fades more and more when he proves time and time again how very impossible it is for her to ever manage such a thing. He’s good at assuring himself she’ll never leave, and therefor he should only spend time making those good memories instead of those foul ones. 

No need to be scared, Sweetie. I’m gonna take good care of you, like I always do.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai is larger than life when it comes to threats. He puts all his assets into making them clear. Godly golden orbs and hellishly black pupils staring menacingly down into her swirling glossy puppy-dog eyes. Fingers digging manicured talons into her soft and tender cheeks, the feeling of buzzing on his fingertips, threatening to dissolve what found beneath them. Words spoken like the eerie calm found in the massive dark of fog-strewn forests. 

I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, Darling. Say you’re sorry, and perhaps I’ll forgive you.

Kai will threaten and promise his darling a life of pain is she ever to disobey him, however… he’s all bark and no bite, never having the heart to follow through on his promises. Not after seeing how sorry she is. Seeing the look of utter tearful fear in her eyes, he cannot help but think that there can be no harm in forgiving her. 

You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. 

Count yourself lucky. I won’t be as forgiving next time you decide to misbehave.

He soon comes to the conclusion, or comforts himself with the thought, that due to his darlings chaotic and clumsy nature, she’s in fact incapable of following his restrictions. 

Such a clumsy mess you are, Darling. Unable to follow the simplest of commands.

Besides, he’s come to find her forgetfulness quite endearing, understanding or choosing to believe that she doesn’t disobey to spite him. If anything, it’s a constant reminder of how in need she is of his protection. 

Such a hopeless fragile little thing. How grateful you must be to have me to protect you from your own mishaps.

Chisaki will threaten first of all, biting his own tongue when the time comes to follow through on said threats after never seeing a proper lasting change in obedience in his darling’s behavior. He always tells himself that her actions should be reprimanded sooner rather than later, but those large eyes and that frail body he uses to warm himself each night has a way of strumming his heartstrings. 

Please don’t do anything to upset me, Darling. The mess wouldn’t be good for either of us.

He does have his limits though. She crosses the line when she ends up hurting herself with her clumsiness. Tripping when running away from him, falling out the window when trying to escape, cutting herself when throwing broken shards of glass his way, getting dirt and all sorts of bacteria to infect her wounds. 

Look what you’ve done now, Darling.

He figures his quirk is the only safe measure there is to correct his darling’s behavior. Safe to pull her apart and safe to put her back together again, and again and again and again with little sympathy battling his fascination. 

Run, cry, scream; you’re simply dancing in the palm of my hand. You only have yourself to blame.

TODOROKO SHOTO

Shoto doesn’t view his darling as something to control, at least not on a regular basis. And because of this, he doesn’t see punishment, in its term, as something he has a right to exert on his darling when she fights back. He doesn’t view himself as a master correcting his pet. Admiring her efforts over feeling vexation because of them. 

So much life in you, little one.

Freewill and passion he’ll put no chains on, but pain, however, is no unfamiliar pastime for his darling nonetheless. Shoto views pain as a pleasure, as a luxury, as a lifeline. 

Don’t think of it as a punishment, Snowflake, it’s more a lesson of appreciation. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.

When his darling is being particularly impossible, he’ll blame himself over her, knowing how it’s his fault that he can’t properly please her. Figuring more of his attention and care is in order of need, something of which he will happily oblige her with. 

Is my little blizzard feeling lonely?

He’ll have her over his lap in no time, exchanging what fingers on what hand he uses when tickling the soft sensitive spot found between her thighs, going from hot to cold and steamy and feverish. 

Is this what you wanted, Snowball? All you needed is ask. I’ll give you what you need.

But, during their more unorthodox sessions, Shoto is strict. He has to be, in order to give them both what they supposedly need. Shoto believes his darling needs his firm hand as much as his soft touch, she needs balance, whereas he needs someone to apply his balance to. 

Be a good little firecracker for me and hold still.

However, he still doesn’t view it as punishment per se. He believes his darling is asking for the applied pain when disobeying his commands, therefore the pain is something she wants more of, something she’s begging for. 

Don’t move, Crystal. 

My little snowstorm, I told you. Don’t move…

He can get angry however. Not by words, knowing how many times he screamed at his father in the fit of his rage, never genuinely meaning any of the spiteful words he’d say, he knows his darling doesn’t mean anything by them either. 

It’s okay, Wildfire. You’re just frustrated. Let me help you.

But escape… escape is a fragile topic and any attempts on achieving it will be met with stone-cold nonchalant wrath. Safe to say she won’t ever try leaving him again, not if she wants more of those irredeemable frostbite burns across her soft skin. 

You think you know pain? I’ll make you long for something as sweet as pain.

Shoto doesn’t easily forgive. He doesn’t easily forget. He doesn’t easily cope at all in any healthy way. And he definitely doesn’t easily trust after being betrayed. He might just do something brash in his strive to feel comfortable again, or else the prickling feeling of uncertainty will linger about beneath his skin. Paranoia is a better word for it. 

You think you can just up and leave? Think again, Snowball. 

You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere without me. I’ll have you crippled before that happens. Mark my words, Icicle.

His flexibility regarding the amount of freewill his darling possessed will change drastically after his trust is broken. Chains are a great reassurance he’s come to find, and if she ever finds a way out of those as well… bones will break. 

I didn’t want this, Snowfall, but… I must say… you do look your best when you’re at my mercy.

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I was hoping you could do some headcannons about the Titan Trio (Reiner, Berthold, and Annie) with an s/o that suffers from PTSD and has panic attacks? Like how would they help their s/o in their day-to-day life and calm them down when they are having an attack?

of course! i hope you like it! <3 and i hope they are well written and respectful

titan trio of the warriors x reader

as usual, checked some articles, links down!

reiner:

- he’ll be glad to see you want to share things with him.

- maybe some of them are quite hard to listen, but he’ll be there, listening you while wiping out your tears with his hands, saying nothing, letting you talk.

- he won’t force you to talk. he knows how hard it is for you, so he’ll listen to you when you’re ready to tell him, and if not, he won’t pressure.

- even when you feel like you’re stuck in the past, that you’re taking forever to heal, he will take your face in his hands and put his forehead against your quietly.

- “take your time. think about flowers, hm? they need time and care to bloom.”

- he always gives you a massage and asks you to relax with him.

- just having his body around you and feel his fingers on your hair makes all the day stress disappear. 

- sometimes, the hardest moment is the night, when you’re already asleep and the bad images repeat again and again in nightmares.

- he would hug you, doesn’t matter how sweaty you are.

- he’ll show you he’s there for you, no matter what. 

- he will accompany you to all the things and places that make you feel discomfort.

- talks a LOT about your future together, and that comforts you a lot.

- “...and we can move to the coast, and have a dog...”

bertholdt:

-  he asks you to go swimming with him.

- it is really relaxing and you enjoy it, and a lot more since he’s with you.

- he’s not the type of boy that takes decisions, so he’ll discuss the better option with you.

- “Should we visit first the beach or a museum?”

- he reacts fast to every strong sound that could trigger you.

- he takes your head to his chest if he hears how kids throw firecrackers.

- you can only hear his heartbeat, and feel his hand covering quietly your other ear.

- he’s so sweet in those cases.

- also, he identifies quite fast your first panic attack symptoms. 

- he knows that your flashbacks feel real, that’s why he never judges you.

- he will touch your hand quietly to remind you that it isn’t real, that it’s all your memory making you suffer.

- “it’s all a memory, okay? look around. Can you hear the waves breaking? Or smell the ocean?”

annie:

- she had to read a lot of articles to understand what really means your condition.

- at first she didn’t help that much, just giving you water after a crisis and hearing you cry from behind the door.

- but, when she learned, she didn’t doubt to help you.

- trying to make you realice you’re disassociating from reality, getting immerse in your deja vus.

- she will always tell you your strength points.

- “you’re strong, beautiful and kind. after all you suffered, it’s difficult to smile. that’s why i admire you.”

- physical contact is not her thing, but she will make sure her words help you even a little.

- she wants you to know that you can count on her, even when she makes errors, because she’s learning the best ways to help you.

- she avoids to minimize your feelings. she knows you suffered.

- and she wants to help you heal, even when she’s conscious that you don’t need nobody, you’re strong and capable to heal by yourself.

- and that... that’s the thing she most admires.

.......…………….…….…………………….......…………….…….…….....

links:

PTSD (spanish link)

how to help someone with ptsd

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[snowberry-pie]

Hey hey so I said a while back that I think gods are immune to their own spheres but I never really like. Elaborated so here’s that i guess. Also kinda baseless so lore people please do not track me down and beat my ass 👉🏽👈🏽

So. The Aedra. Specifically the eight divines (Talos isn’t involved because he ascended late and also he sucks). They’re beings who were tricked/persuaded by Lorkhan into helping him with the creation of Nirn, the mortal plane. In the process of doing so, they ended up giving part of themselves to keep reality stable, which resulted in them being severely weakened.

Now my headcannon is that the part of themselves that they gave away is representative of their own sphere. Akatosh gave his time, Stendarr his mercy, Mara her love, etc. They took part of themselves and used it to shape the mortal world, gave it to Nirn to keep it from falling apart, and as a result have none of it left for themselves.

Akatosh is unaffected by time. He lays, ever so still, watching as the world he helped shape blooms and wilts and lives and dies, forever. He watches as mortals sprout, like cracks in the earth, watches as they cry and laugh and scream and love before, like a finger snuffling a flame, they are gone. But for each fire gone out, a new sprout takes its place.

Kynareth lacks her strength. Her winds, once powerful gales capable of ripping mountains from the earth, now weave through oak and cherry, gently carrying orange autumn leaves from tree to ground. Despite her weak state, she smiles, watching the breeze lift the kites of children, delighted laughter seeming to carry all the way past the stars.

Dibella on the other hand, isn’t so lucky. Just as her cousin gave the world her heart, she gifted it with her spirit. Her smile. Her laugh. Her desire to want. She craves the sensation of longing, of need, yearning to feel the sudden urge to dig her feet into soft earth and make love to someone atop a smooth rock. But she cannot. She is trapped in the never ending cycle of wanting to want, wanting to have an itch to scratch, forever unsatisfied.

And that’s where the worship of the gods comes in. Every time someone takes the time to smell a pretty flower, the corners of Dibella’s mouth twitch into a smile. Whenever a child lifts a heavy crate for the first time, Kynareth’s blood pumps a little faster than before. Every prayer to Arkay gives him substance, every merciful deed warms Stendarr’s cold heart. Worship in Tamriel is a form of giving back to the gods what they once gave you, so that they may one day experience the world they created for themselves.

[pettyprocrastination]

I don't even know what I am asking for but can we get some headcannons for Stitches? Maybe some NSFW ones or possibly just some cute fluff showing the family dynamics with everyone? 🥺🥺

Thank you for gracing us with all your amazing work, it's honestly just, mwah - ✨

aaaa thank you so much!!! so I know this says nsfw but i also want to talk about stitches as a general gal (aka you) so were gonna delve into that a lil bit. (also sprinkle in a lil sumsum well see more of in future chapters)

@captainsamwlsn @cinewhore @ficsilike-reblogged (idk if i should tag those on the taglist for the fic because these are just short headcanons so uhh????)

You never went to college. Never felt the need to really. You worked from a young age for your father, even if you never thought of it as working. Sweeping up the shop when you got off from school as a child, sorting fabrics and clothes. He always told you he didnt want you to help “that’s why i have employees, little bee.” but you’d just smile wide and tell him you liked helping him. 

At a young age you loudly told him you demanded he teach you how to sew. Because you wanted to grow up to be just like him. He began to teach you during breaks at work and everyday after you came home from school, it was a quick hobby for you to pick up. If you weren’t sewing, you were watching him sew, and taking mental note of how calm he was and how fluid he’d move his hands to adjust the fabric and so forth. Any scraps were quickly snatched up by your tiny hands and taken off to your own sewing machine where you’d fashion it into whatever little project you were working on. 

Your father did actually want you to go to college. You were a smart kid, intuitive and stubborn, if you wanted something you would work until your bones ached to get you one step closer to it. He knew you were destined for more than this old shop, but everyday after finishing your homework you’d be by his side, listening intently as he taught you how to hem a dress and then excitedly showing him the latest shirt or stuffed animal you made. 

Even well into highschool, he talked to you about nearby universities and even some out of state. Sure the money would be a tight squeeze but he’d do it, for you. You were his everything. 

You gave in, told him you planned on taking a few economics classes at a local community college. “So i can help keep the shop running.” you told him with a proud smile. 

He didn’t want you to run the shop. The place was doing well but he knew one day itd run into the ground. A mall was opening up nearby, he knew that would put them out of business for good. He just hoped it’d be by the time you were gone, in college and pursuing a good job, a stable career. He wanted to make you proud, and he did that more than enough when you were young. He didn't want to shatter your image of your old man as a business owner by letting you know the shop was going to die. 

It wasn’t until the night of your junior prom that he finally gave in. When he saw you bounce down the stairs in a magnificent gown. Something that looked like it could be seen on a runway, something that surely could cost hundreds. 

But he knew. From the way you giggled and twirled, that you had made it yourself. 

“Made by yours truly! All the girls are gonna be so jealous! They're gonna wish they had come to us for their dresses!”

He knew then and there, you were gonna continue to bloom and create all your life. That he’d have to keep the business running for you to take over and watch it bloom

After prom, many girls came to you for your sewing services, often coming to you to make cheap copies of the latest brands and swarming you for dresses for graduation and future dances. 

You began to take classes at the community college your senior year, doubling your workload. your father often found you snoozing at the dinner table, textbook open and smushed against your face. 

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

More about your father. 

His name is edmund, but goes by Eddie!

This man has so many friends. He's the type of guy who smiles and the clouds part. He makes friends literally anywhere he goes. 

Which in turn means that you had a metric shitton of adult friends growing up. Just random grown ups who'd come by for every holiday, pat you on the head and ask how school was. 

It was odd at times, realizing how much of a large unconventional family you had. But at some moments it was comforting. 

Like the two days you spent in the hospital after your father’s car crash. Many came and went, offering their comfort to you as you hoped and prayed for his survival and strength. 

They offered their comfort once more at the funeral but you were less receiving then. 

One of the closest men in your non-blood related family was Rodrigo. A portly man who owned a 24 hour restaurant just down the street from your sewing shop. 

In your early twenties, you and his son Benjamin dated for a few months. You laughed and traveled and did all the stupid shit you were supposed to do in your twenties together, but ultimately decided you were better as friends. 

But his father would always fondly call you the one that got away because his “dumbass of a son couldn't man up and make you his daughter-in-law.”

You never met your mother. Your father didn't have any pictures of her in the house either. 

You would ask about her constantly as a child, he always gave you the same response.

“Your mama and I had a fleeting relationship little bee, it just wasn't in the cards for us to stick it out together.” He would always get this wistful smile though. 

“But i'm okay with that. Because she gave me you. And you're the best damn thing that could've happened to me.”

In his last moments, your father had a smile on his face and realization in his eyes as if he saw somebody before him. Some nurses said he saw an angel, ready to lead him to heaven. 

You always wondered if he saw your mother. 

Though you had never seen the woman, you dreamt of her often. But they were always vague. A warm smile, a gentle caress to your cheek and a sweet voice speaking to you. 

You never knew what she was saying, but you always felt safe with her. 

if you couldn’t tell im back on my maxwell bullshit so if yall want some asks or headcanons feed ME BABEYYY

[sloppy-butcher]

Jealous David king and jake park headcannons I demand of you (in the least demanding way possible uwu) 🥺❤️

haha don’t you worry anon. i got you owo. thank you for the ask and thank you for waiting for so long <3 hope these are good enough for you <333

its kinda nsfw? its only kissing but like.. yknow..

Headcanons for Jealous! David King and Jake Park

David King

Don’t let this guy's tough exterior fool you, deep down inside he is really a sensitive fellow. You can tell when his mood shifts merely, by the way, he looks at you or by the way his hands flexes on your knee. He has a keen sense of all others around you, watching like a hawk for any signs of trouble or danger even if you were only surrounded by friends. He acts broody and unbothered - he has to when considering what labels life has put on his because of the masculine physique, but truly, he is smart and knows when your graze lingers on another for a suspicious amount of time.

David is naturally friends with all other survivors - he’s the dedicated bodyguard. An intrinsic desire to protect those weaker than him (which happens to include almost every other survivor) drives David to befriend all other survivors and instinctively they flock to him. He is safety, he is light and all things good. So when David notices that you start to hang around another person more than you would with him, laughing more and touching their shoulder as you talked, it takes a lot for him to get angry. Sure, his chest puffs out and he marches over to you, draping his beefy arm over your body and leaning into your conversation, but he never actively pushes the other person away or even throws them a glare. He hopes that through these simple gestures you will understand what he is so upset about.

If by some miracle, you do not pick up on his souring mood, David would shift his tactics into overdrive. He’s a big guy and he knows it and he certainly knows how to use it. When next you are in a trial with him and the other survivor in question, David arrives shirtless. You lose blood at the sight alone, feeling weak in the knees and light-headed. He was heavenly, glowing in pride, and god-like beauty. He was foolishly brave for exposing himself in such an indecent (but not unappreciated) manner, and you made sure to scold him every chance you got. “Why are you doing this?” You whisper-shout at him from the other side of a gen. David shrugs, passing a cool eye over the third party member who shuddered under his gaze. He stretched his chest and tensed his arms accentuating the glorious muscle. “No reason.”

He would become overly-protective of you to the point that it was self-damaging. He’d throw himself recklessly between you and the killer, going in for risky hook saves without a care for the killer's whereabouts. It was you he only cared about - only you. He had just unhooked you from your second stage and had led you to the corner of the area to heal. Though your clothes grew red with blood, you bit back the whimpers of pain and instead looked up at the man you loved. You knew something was wrong. “David,” You called, a small hand reaching up and cupping his bruised face gently. At your touch, he softened and hummed, leaning into your palm, seeking your comfort and warmth. “Why are you acting like this?” For a moment he debated where to ignore your question or not. But at the look in your eye, the desperately sweet and tender embrace of compassion, he relented and sighed, feeling horrid guilt crawl up his spine like sickening spiders. “You do love me, right?” He asked, attention downcast. Had you not trying to be quiet you would have gasped in disbelief. “David, of course! A thousand times, of course! How could I ever love anyone else when you exist?” You lift your other hand to his face and careful brush back stray strands of brown hair. Still, he refuses to look at you. Of course, you loved him. Yet he still allowed himself to doubt you - he felt ashamed. You lean forward and press your forehead to his, trying with all your might to radiate your love for the stupid man. After a moment he smiles and finally brings his eyes up to yours - they were filled with tears.

“Oh, my love.” You coo closing the distance and kissing him tenderly. He gives in to you, pushing back with force restricted, he had much more to give you but restrained himself and allowed you to lead. A large hand finds its way up to your back and offers you structure as the embrace deepens, tongues flickering about and dancing in each other's mouths. David feels heat replace shame and love replace jealousy. There was no way this was not real love for if it was then you were the greatest actor in all the world. After a few minutes, you break apart, a trail of saliva connecting your two lips. He's panting hard, trying to remain aware enough to hear you speak. At this point, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you, bleed into your love like how the sun breaks the evening sky. “I should get you jealous more often,” You hum, feeling him chuckle in response.

Jake Park  

Jake is a most peculiar case. He acts aloof, floating above all other humans and their mortal troubles in an untouchable manner. To be jealous of another person is a complete waste of energy and time for him. He looks down at melodrama and scoffs at things so simple. But if you can get Jake to open up, to get him to take you in and love you, then his whole previous attitude changes.

Jake is never overly clingy, never the first to initiate any form of physical affection - in front of other people that is. In the quiet woods when the only eyes are yours and his, he reaches for you like a child with fingers twitching and expression desperate. Do not shun him away and he will bloom under your light. He is a thirsty man, always in need of your watering embrace. While you are in the presence of other people, however, Jake is more reversed, only ever standing near you and only occasionally holding your hand. He watches you constantly and notices immediately when your gaze shifts to another survivor and stays there for much longer than his liking.

He wouldn’t call it being jealous - it’s more like he’s being overprotective. If you are found sitting alone at the campfire, he practically sprints over and sits beside you without a word or a look. If you are on-hook, he will drop all previous activities to travel across the realm to save you before anyone else has the chance. It is sweet and enduring, to be doted upon so totally and devotedly, but you start to realize his true intentions when one day you catch the look he gives the other survivors.

Never had you seen such a dark expression on your man before, the lines around his gentle hazel eyes growing incredibly heavy and dirty. He glares pure poison at anyone near you, spitting at them with nothing but a mere downward twitch on his mouth. The others would react violently, hands raising up in a defenseless gesture as they backed away from you and your fuming partner. You’d feel pressure on your shoulder and looking over you’d see Jake pushing himself into you, his attention following the retreating survivor. Jake was digging a trench between himself and the others, isolating himself in the saddest and heartbreaking manner.

“Why are you so angry, Jake? What has happened to you?” You ask him one evening while the two of you sit alone in a forest clearing, earning nothing but a soft ‘hmm’ from the man as his hands worked masterfully on repairing his toolbox. You sigh and shuffle closer, knowing full well that he could not deny you if he felt you so near him. He visibly stiffens as your hand overlaps his, fingers snaking into his own. “I have never seen you so angry before. Has anyone hurt you? Want me to go beat them up?” He laughs at your suggestion, finally relenting to your advances and passing you a soft side-eye. At the comfort of your furrowed brow, Jake felt his jealous boil and seethe and eventually soothe - you were so calm and understanding and he felt terrible for harboring such negative emotions.

“I have seen how you look at the other survivor. How you... long for them.” Jake falls despondent and quiet, retreating back into himself where nothing could hurt him, sinking down to a place where would he be safe. Just as the total blackness would threaten to take him all, you grabbed his hand and pulled his head out of the murky water.

“Jake. You are the only one for me. The others come and go but you,” You cup his cheek in your hand, “, are forever.” All the world leaves his body at your words and he leans into you. “You must stop shutting yourself away from everyone else,” You scolding tone failed as it barely had the strength to stand on its own as he distracted you with his expression and Jake closes his eyes and covers your hand with his gloved one. He moves it over his mouth and you feel him start to kiss your palm. You shiver at his butterfly touches. “I’m sorry.” He breathes in between kisses, talking directly into your skin. His other hand moves towards your head and suddenly he’s pulling you towards him, facing you completely. Gaining confidence he glides up your arm and to your eagerly offered neck. His lips are cold and there is hard stumble on his chin that tickles your sensitive neck wonderfully. You gasp as he bites down, teething you until he left a red, sore spot. He grins at your reaction. Jake then spends the next few minutes branding you with his mark, awarding your skin with the sign of his presence there. You were his alone and though you may wonder and gaze out the window at passers-by, you would always return to him.

[bombyxluna]

Headcannons of buff and huge mc? Pls i been needed this ;-;

This is such a cute request, thank you so much for it, anon! 

 I’m trying something kind of (?) new with the headcanons, they’re kind of like scenes instead of points! I hope that’s okay! 

Lucifer

Even though he had seen humans before on his travels to the human realm, he’d never before felt what he felt upon seeing you. Although he knew humans came in all different shapes and sizes, he’d never seen a human as tall and mighty as you stood. He was baffled, words scaping him in one of the rare occasions in which he was rendered speechless. For the first time in his eternal life, Lucifer wanted to be destroyed.

The first time you both had a proper conversation, he sat stiff and almost motionless, keeping as much poise as possible. It felt weird to you, how different demon’s mannerisms were and how they seemed to affect your interactions, but the glint in his eye, the way he looked at you… made your knees tremble in the best of ways.

Right now, though, as you sit together on your bed, tangled under the sheets, he’s open about the first impression he had of you, and how it still affects him. “You looked like a warrior angel, like something I didn’t know I missed until I’ve encountered it - the word ‘breathtaking’ doesn’t contain enough strength to express how I felt.” Even as you kiss, you know the feeling of warmth blooming in your chest will stay there. 

Mammon 

It’s no secret he’s into you, but when he asked you to go out with him, this is not what you had in mind. He sits across from a very pissed off looking demon - his arms are crossed and you’re standing behind him, doing your job as his newly attended bodyguard. Not that you have anything against protecting him, but oh how life enjoys mocking you sometimes.

The demon actually gets fussy, going as far as threatening both Mammon and you. Just one word from you, though, and she recoils, falling back on her chair and finally accepting whatever deal they were negotiating. Mammon beams, giving you the most enthusiastic thumbs up you’ve ever seen. It makes you squeal inside.

As you walk back to the dorm side by side, he stops you just before walking in. There’s a blush high on his cheek and he’s nervously rubbing at his arms. You’re left speechless as he thanks you for protecting him and, in a move much bolder than you would have expected, tells you how fucking hot that was. 

Satan

For some reason, he’s very open with you, and you end falling in a comfortable place around him. Spending the afternoons with him resting against your chest as he reads whatever book he’s chosen that week out loud became somewhat of a routine. You rest your chin on his shoulder, enjoying the way his chest vibrates in the slightest against your palm with every word.

It’s a little disorienting when one day he decides he must be the big spoon. With the chosen book in hand, you take a few moments to relax against him, but when you do it’s heavenly. Being bigger than most, you’ve previously fallen on the role of the bigger spoon in almost all of your relationships. This feels new, even though it is not. His warmth, the way his arms snake around your waist, his breathing on your neck, everything is too much. 

You manage to read as far as three chapters before he’s softly putting the book down, eyes meeting yours. You hold eye contact, lost in a moment that’s only yours, so profoundly perfect it almost feels as though you’re the characters in the book.

Asmodeus

Despite his reputation, you’ve always seen Asmo as more than just a sex-crazed demon. That took him by surprise at first, but he recomposed himself easily, going back to his usual flirting - to which you gladly retributed. The lingering touches he’d give you would stay with you all day long, a constant reminder of his hands on your muscles, caressing at the supple skin. But it was never anything more than that - a flirt here and there, a passing touch. Asmo is actually very respectable. 

So this is surprising. His stretched arms as he pouts, refusing to move lest you pick him up. It’s strange, and there are other students staring, but he keeps ground, glistening eyes teasing you. His smirk is what breaks your resolve and finally, you give him a piggyback all the way to the dorm. No one seems to really mind it, Asmo is really popular for certain reasons, after all, and you discover you don’t mind it, either. 

Now, he jumps up on your lap with every opportunity he gets, always wanting more of your touch. It’s comforting, his scent of roses and perfume has become something akin to home to you. He likes it too, whispering sweet nothings against your neck - often followed by quickly whispered moments of vulnerability that make you swear to always keep him close like this. Belphegor

At first, you took him for the rebellious little fucker his brother’s - with the exception of Beel - seeming painted him to be. As time passed, his walls came coming down one by one, until you’ve got a glimpse of his softer side, much to his chagrin. 

It works for him, however, as he drags you to his bedroom to watch tv. Getting on the bed is awkward, to say the least, but you make it work, keeping as much of a straight face as possible. Belphegor beams, which is rather uncharacteristic but so, so cute. He gets in and promptly cuddles up to you, burrowing his head on your neck. The tv is quickly forgotten as you become a mess of limbs on the bed - in what may have been the best nap of your life. 

You wake up to something scratching against your cheek. Blinking the daze of sleep away, you turn sideways to find Belphie’s tail cuddled up against your cheek. It tickles and you have to suppress a giggle, petting it. It’s weirdly responsive, even as its owner sleeps soundly next to you. You don’t really understand why Belphie has taken his demon form mid-sleep, but it makes you smile nonetheless, brushing some hair away to see the curled horns. A sound echoes through the room and you find Beel standing there, snapping pictures of the two of you on the bed. Through a smile, he tells you Belphie only takes on his demon form when he’s really comfortable.  Beelzebub

You two bonded easily since the start, over your mutual love for food and for the gym. You didn’t expect, however, to be awoken by a very excited looking Beel so early on a Saturday morning. He is grinning from ear to ear, barely containing his excitement as he all but jumps on top of you - you’re once again reminded of an overexcited puppy as you look at him. He tells you how gym had always been boring because he had to go along, it was impossible to get Belphie to join him, but now he has you :D!!!! If you want to, of course :(

As if you’d say no. Saturday morning gym was not in your plans at all, but his smile washes away any sleepiness from your body. You two walk together to the gym, stopping by the kitchen to pick up an actual ton of snacks - he gets hungry, and honestly, so do you. 

The workout is heavier than you might be used to, but it’s actually gratifying. And hey, you get to spend more time with Beel. Everyone’s a winner. Well, except for your thighs the next morning. But that’s okay because you found yourself waking up to an already half-eaten breakfast in bed - to his credit, waking you up was a nearly impossible thing to do, and the strongest arms you’ve ever felt engulfing you in a bear hug.  Levi

You always have fun with Levi. Even when he’s showing you the newest addition to his endless collection of trinkets and souvenirs and talking about how they’re now organized by collection, color, and alphabetical order. One of the figurines catches your eye, one you hadn’t really noticed before. You ask about, surprised to see him blush. 

He shyly tells you it’s one of his favorite characters from TSL: Lord of the Flies. He then complains to be unable to properly cosplay him, since his body type doesn’t fit the description. You watch his eyes light up as an idea clearly pops on his head. 

That’s how you find yourself dressed as the Lord of the Flies, being thoroughly directed by Levi on how to pose and act for the thousands of pictures and videos he intends on taking of you. You allow yourself some creative freedom after some shots, lewdly posing to get a reaction out of him. It works, and he is left a blushing mess desperately trying to grasp onto his camera for dear life. 

Masterlist

[historic-old-guard-lover]

The emperor has to be god-king Andy. Also like since nicky and Joe obv have to have the lovers why not have andy and quyhn kissing as the empress.

Another related ask (potentially by the same person):

Also since the fool is a journey's beginning I'd almost want to pick Nile for it. As well there are four characters who commonly have swords (or an axe but close enough) and cards have four corners. So one sword each corner, nicky, joe, andy, and quyhn.

So. Someone has good ideas. Here’s the post that prompted these asks. This made me pull out my tarot deck and go through the cards. Below the cut is a break down of the entire tarot deck. There will be an explanation of the (standard) interpretation of the cards, good then less good, and then my associated headcannon (or more than one if I couldn’t decide). The source is my experience with tarot. I’m trying to minimize repeats, but historic and modern Old Guard members are counted separately. Enjoy.

The Major Arcana (aka the cards most people have heard about)

0. The Fool - the seeker. Naivety. Courage. Living in the moment. Journey’s beginning. All paths available. Folly. Apathy.

Nile. Anon convinced me. Though Booker has got the folly, apathy, and madness down, Nile is ultimately the beginning. She’s naïve but headstrong, and quite frankly a perfect match.

I. The Magician - the trickster. Power, skill, talent. Mastery, self-control, willpower. Subtlety. Divine connection and inspiration. Self-reliant.

Modern Nicky. Definitely Nicky. Just. He’s a formerly very religious man who just says these things. Also sniper.

II. The High Priestess - the moon goddess. Intuition, wisdom, foresight, divination, prophecy. Enlightenment, understanding, intelligence, education. Pride, emotional instability, unforgiving.

Historic Quynh. Her name means “night-blooming flower”, which is very moon goddess vibes to me. Also, I’d say over 500 years in a box turns understanding and enlightenment into emotional instability and unforgiveness.

III. The Empress - the queen. Feminine power, matriarch, mother. Fertility, pleasure, beauty. Success, evolution, movement. Marriage, wealth. Overattachment, domestic upheaval, delay.

Quynh. The counterpart to Andy’s emperor card.

Nile. Let’s be honest, she’s going to take over from Andy some day.

IV. The Emperor - the king. Masculine power, patriarch, father. Authority, leadership, proficiency. Wealth, stability, effectiveness. Perseverance, logic, endurance, experience. Lack of ability, weak character, immature, rebellious.

Modern Andy. She is the leader who’s short-comings effect her entire team. And who doesn’t love a little gender bending? (and her film look is already soft butch)

V. The Hierophant - the religious leader. Tradition, convention, ritual symbolism. Ceremony, religion, morality, philosophy. Mercy, goodness, forgiveness, humility, vulnerability, Impotence, Religious tyranny.

Historic Nicky. I mean, former priest (enough said).

Historic Andy. “I was once worshipped as a god” (enough said).

VI. The Lovers - the lovers. Love, attraction. Compatibility, harmony, choice.  Triumph over trials, vacillation. Entanglement, enmeshment. Infidelity, moral lapse, vice, separation, quarrels, inadequacy, failing tests.

Andromaquynh. *peeks out from behind barricade* I know that most people would just put Kaysanova as this card, but look at all the negatives it is associated with. Sounds a lot more like our immortal wives can really cover the gamut. They have the range....I am a sucker for Kaysanova, though. Even though the beginning of their relationship is rocky, I’d like to think it’s been fairly constant over the years. But let’s reverse the uhaul lesbians and fickle gay men tropes! Sorry, Book of Nile fans. That ship just isn’t established enough for this, I’d say. Maybe one day?

VII. The Chariot - the journey. Ordeal, obstacles, competition. High stakes, ambition, discipline. Conquest, victory, greatness. Right action prevails, overwhelming odds, sudden defeat.

Merrick and/or Dr. Kozak. I mean, this is literally their characters in a nutshell. Merrick is the journey/ordeal for the old guard. He is driven by his ambition, thinks he’s won over impossible odds, and then has a sudden defeat.

VIII. Justice - the balance. Equilibrium, equality, symmetry, harmony. Integrity, honor, fairness, neutrality, moderation. Vindication, self-righteousness, bigotry, prejudice, favoritism.

Nile. This is the woman with a sword card. She brings a balance to the team, she clearly moderates conflict, and I’d love to see BLM art of her in this style. Just sayin.

IX. The Hermit - the seeker-sage. Wisdom, inspiration, contemplation, discretion, understanding. Safety, protection, spiritual quest. Seeking truth and justice. Self-denial, timidity, fear.

Historic Joe. The idealized warrior poet? Definitely just a form of the hermit. Helps explain why a Magrebhi trader/artist fought at the Siege of Jerusalem: spiritual quest. I also like the idea of Joe having a secret reserved side.

X. The Wheel of Fortune - cycles of life. Destiney, evolution and progress, advancement. Manifestation, unexpected events. Success, sudden luck. Ups and downs.

Modern Quynh. There is nothing that better encapsulates her storyline than the wheel of fortune. One day you’re roaming the world with your immortal wife. The next, you’re drowning for over 500 years. The next you’re in Booker’s shitty Paris apartment.

XI. Strength - fortitude. Resilience, courage, resolve, confidence. Integrity, moral victory, endurance. Energy, action, vitality. Power, force, violence. Abuse of power, disgrace, impotence.

Lykon. Do I love this character beyong measure and reason? Maybe so. We have so little to go on about him, however, that the only things we do know bely his strengths. Also, he becomes ultimately the weakest when he dies and encapsulates both “extremes” of the card.

XII. The Hanged Man - the tested. Delay, sacrifice, abandonment, rejection. Betrayal. Reversals, restrained or bound, limbo, trials. Falseness.

Booker. If the fact that his first death was by hanging didn’t convince you? Read that description again. His character arc is literally working through being the hanged man.

XIII. Death - the loss or parting. Alteration, transformation, transition. Boredom, depression, stagnation, failure or disaster. Bereavement, recovery, immobility.

Lykon. He literally represents the fear of death to the remaining immortals. It is HE that they invoke when they discuss it. Also, I’m still mourning my favorite underdeveloped character.

XIV. Temperance - the moderation. Self-control, economy, patience, coordination. Consolidation, harmony, friendship, recuperation. Unfulfilled desires, discord, stubbornness, hostility, clashing of interests. Time, seasons, and climate.

A Safehouse. I don’t think any of the people really capture the tempered essence of this card, the constancy throughout all seasons of life. An actual physical building that rises and falls with (regular) humanity, though, seems to do the trick.

XV. The Devil - the arcane. Magic, strange occurrences, prophecy, fate. Catastrophe, downfall, negative attitude, Temptations, sins, obsessions. Enslavement, bondage, misplaced loyalty, violence, fatality.

Honestly? I’m so torn. I feel like a major commentary of the movie is that our demons are the way people react more so than the people themselves. Maybe the armored van?

XVI. The Tower - the House of God. Disruption, expulsion from an earthly paradise, divine wrath. Punishment (of pride), loss, destructive rivalry, plans ruined. Need to start again, bankruptcy.

The Iron Coffin. While this doesn’t capture the religious undertones quite right, the coffin is the Tower for Andromaquynh, It is (divine? or very human?) wrath brought on by pride since the two probably thought that they would be fine. It is loss and painful new beginnings.

XVII. The Star - the bright promise. Hope, faith, light of the spirit. Recovery, symbols of immortality. Gifts, good prospects, new dawn, frustrated expectations.

Nile. The new immortal, enough said.

Historic Andy/Lykon. In a way, the first immortal would also be a great choice of representation.

XVIII, The Moon - the hidden forces. Twilight, illusion, deception, trickery. Dishonesty, danger, uncertainty, terror. Developments, particularly somewhat concealed. Errors, powerful feelings.

Copley. I know, I know. “He’s the moon when I’m lost in darkness” and all that jazz. But look at this card’s interpretation and notice it’s pretty negative. Copley’s entire role is to pull the strings behind the scenes. He makes headway on problems in secrets, he lies and deceives everyone in the film at some point.

XIX. The Sun - the work’s rewards. Daylight, co-creation, union “of male and female”. Peace, joy, pleasure, love, contentment. Accomplishment, achievement, success. 

Joe. Not only is he the sun, he also fits this card perfectly. He is creation and happiness. Enough said.

XX Judgement - the rebirth. Judgement, sentence. Rejuvenation, renewal, resurrection, call to the new from the old, rehabilitation. Creation, promotion.

Historic Booker. I feel like his backstory with his family helped highlight the theme of rebirth for the Old Guard. They must be willing to give up what they have left behind to move forward. Also, there’s the more literal play as well since Booker was a conscripted criminal.

XXI The World - the long journey. Perfection, completion, conclusion. Power through intelligence and wisdom. The universe and the material world.

A group photo, of course! Beyond that? Who knows.

Historic Andy? She’s seen so much of it. Like just her eyes portray the history of the world.

The Minor Arcana (aka the rest of the cards)

Since most people are only familiar with the major arcana,  I’ll just briefly explain it. The minor arcana are actually the majority of a tarot deck. There are four suits associated with the four elements. Each suit has ten number cards and four court/face cards (traditionally modelled either based on one person or different interpretations of similar costuming). Each number or face has its own meaning, each suit has its own meaning, and their combination mostly explains what the card should be interpreted as. Quite frankly, the minor arcana are vastly underrated in popular understandings of tarot.

Suit of Wands - fire. Spontaneity, action, passion, adrenaline, life force, stroke of genius.

Guns? It’d be a bit of a niche take, but I associate guns with fires.

Staffs? More traditional in shape.

Suit of Coins - earth. Solid growth, material interests, possessions, profit, business, labor, slow and considerate.

Historic currency. Enough said.

Suit of Cups - water. Heartfelt involvements, imagination, spirituality, love, friendship, family.

Fountains around the world. Enough said.

Suit of Swords - air. Worry, trouble, boundaries, objectivity, the power of truth.

Obviously, their weapons of choice. I would go into more detail about who best represents each number, but I don’t want to bore you.

Court of Kings - mature men. Leaders, authority, status-quo, taking responsibility.

Again, most tarot is very gendered. But members in tuxes?

Court of Queens - mature women. Reflective and active, concerned with security/foundations, supportive, focused.

Members in dresses/gowns/anything that glitters?

Court of Knights/Cavaliers - young men. Dynamic, adventurous, intensive, revolutionary.

Tactical gear. Or historical armor. But it’s easier to do tactical gear right than accidentally draw a 15th century helmet on a 14th century suit of armor.

Court of Knaves/Pages - younger women, teenagers, and children. Students, apprentices, trainees, messengers, new opportunities.

Casual clothes.

[goldandlights]

Read your headcannon about Geralt not understanding consent due to his traumatic childhood and !!! Damn it this is so sad!?! And I really want to know how Jaskier figures it out, and how he deals with it?? -Please- tell me Jaskier teaches him that this is not okay, and that Geralt learns to say no, because I really need to know that the big soft witcher is being taken care of. T_T

;___; I feel you anon. So much.

Hmmm, I’d say it depends on how observant Jaskier is -how easily he’d recognize the pattern in Geralt’s behaviour and how wary he’d be of Geralt pulling the same “saying yes but meaning no” stunts on him

Maybe a year or two into their travels together, long enough for the intial shine to wear off and for Jaskier to see more and more behind the “untouchable, unemotional Witcher” facade, he’d start to see the signs;

The uncomfortable stiffness in Geralt’s posture contrasting his nod of acceptance when a lady comes to close and offers the infomation they need for a night with the Witcher. The blood dribbling from his nose Geralt tries to hide, growling “I’m fine” even though he’s clearly not, after he returned from “trading” with the apothecary.

Jaskier would ofc try to talk to Geralt. And when it becomes rapidly clear that Geralt sees no issue at all with risking his physical/emotional wellbeing, reacting with incredulity and predictable anger at Jaskiers insistence that he should just say no, that no herb or piece of information it worth letting himself be exploited by such utter assholes... Jaskier would take matters into his own hands.

He cannot stand by and watch Geralt be hurt.

Jaskier’d intercept negotiations (by pure desperate ridiculousness if he has to -imagine Jaskier just strumming his lute and singing at the tops of his lungs to make conversation impossible-) or flat-out take over them, shutting down any suspicious-sounding offers before Geralt can find the words to contradict him -it gets him the White Wolf’s ire more often than not, at least at first, but Jaskier bears Geralt’s glower stubbornly.

In other areas of their life, too, Jaskier would try to nurture Geralt’s ability to stand up for himself and set his own boundaries -with words, mind you! Not punches to the gut. “We’re a civilized country, dear, even though it doesn’t often feel that way.”

He’d become a specialist at reading the subtle shifts of Geralt’s expression and whenever something Jaskier did something that incited a Negative Twitch, he’d ask "Is it okay if I do that?” or “Do you want me to do that?” and not relent until the Witcher’s gunts and avoidant “I don’t care”‘s turned into a clear “Yes” or “No” -and if it was a “No”, Jaskier would stop immediately, slowly coaxing Geralt into getting more comfortable voicing his needs/wants.

Mmmh, when they part ways for a while, Geralt might fall back into old patterns of behaviour... and it would be horrible and frightening, he didn’t remember these things making him so unhappy, skin feeling dirty and crawling with unwanted touch, pain blooming in his body and heart in a way it hadn’ for six months

At first he’d ofc try to talk himself out of his feelings, try to tell himself that this was his reality, that the naive, overly idealistic young bard had simply managed to blind him to the truth for a blissful while... but Jaskier’s voice is there, like a fly buzzing around him, repeating over and over that he deserves to be safe, that he deserves to be treated with respect, that he has the right to walk away-

And it had worked that way, too, right? For six months he’d managed to complete contracts without selling himself as well as his services and maybe, maybe...

The next time a lord asks to “See the extend of a Witcher’s strength” and the sick twinkle in his eye had Geralt’s hackles raise instinctively, the refusal was out of his mouth before he could fully process it, heart stuttering at the relief he felt as his own actions and the lords disappointment.

Without Jaskier at his side, he failed to negotiate different terms and had to leave empty handed but that was... fine. Perhaps? Somehow. Or at least the little voice that sounded like Jaskier said it was a good choice (even when Witcher training said it wasn’t) and when Geralt laid in bed that night, warm and whole, he shamefully couldn’t regret it at all.

Mmmh, I think in this case they wouldn’t get anywhere close to having sex if Geralt can’t convince Jaskier that he wants it 100% so that’s a big plus :’)

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>>> For more content with this particular flavour of angst, I’d recomment Heart Exchange by @jaskiersvalley !!!!

It’s a modern AU with sub!Geralt who engages in terrible BDSM practices a la “You can do whatever you want as long as you at least get me off somehow” and gentle-but-firm Dom!Jaskier who shows him a different, healthier way to play.

It’s still WIP but absolutely MAGNIFICENT and I 1000000000% encourage anyone to read it who thirsts for angst and heartbreakingly insecure, hurt-and-trying-not-to-show-it!Geralt with tender, loving Jaskier slowly coaxing him out of his shell (there’s praise kink!! So good!! Geralt doesn’t even know how to react at first and doesn’t believe a word Jaskier says, it hurts PEREFCTLY... pls go read it~)

ALSO now for the other variant, in which Jaskier does not pick up on Geralt’s issues with consent (which I don’t think tbh, Jaskier is an intensely social creature, very attuned to his companions moods):

If it came down to it and Jaskier asked Geralt to engage in some sexual practice the Witcher is not fully comfortable with... there’s no way Jaskier would miss the signs when they’re in bed together.

Jas is the kind of guy whos main kink is making his partner enjoy him-/her-/themselves!!! Geralt’s coping strategies (hiding his face, lying still and silent in a sort of forceful relaxation, hoping it will be over fast of he just lets Jaskier do whatever he wants) would tip the bard off within minutes if not literal seconds

Even if he could believe the words coming out of Geralt’s mouth (”I’m fine. Keep going.”), the tension in his body is a dead giveaway

Cue ofc a lot of talking and comfort :(

My fic tell me something roughly fits the ticket -or at least it leads to the same outcome so maybe check that out as well! :D

[angelalpha16]

MC waking up to the reality

This will be the first time for me to write a mysme fic because Zen came to my dreams last night and it's... well... just read if you want to know what happened. I am quite sad that I need to accept Zen isn’t real. :( 

It was 12:00am and I was waiting for another chat to pop. It's my 10th day and I have repeated playing this game a hundred times just to keep him alive in my life. He was my first route and I locked myself to him alone. I played all the DLCs just to get to him. Just to keep receiving his call, chat, text. I was in love with him like how I repeat this game to believe myself that he loves me and fill that loneliness I had been experiencing for a while. The April fools DLC Normal end struck me and now, I somehow slightly believe that he is somewhere out there loving me. For me, that was enough.

"Hey, Cheonsa. Are you free tomorrow? I need a runner for this wedding."

Meo yeon, my coworker texted me asking for assistance at a wedding event tomorrow.

"Sure." I replied.

I went back reading fics on tumblr and chuckled at every Zen headcannons I read. I checked the time. WHAT?! It's 2am already.

Alright. I need to control myself just as Zen can control his beast. I need to sleep now for tomorrow's work. 

I kissed my phone's lockscreen goodnight. (It was Zen's CG on the other dimension, trapped)

"Hey Cheonsa. Thanks for coming. Can you please make sure the bridemaids are all ready at 10 o'clock?"

"Okay will check."

I knocked at a room filled with ladies. All of them are chuckling teasing the bride about how lucky she is for marrying a handsome man.

"You really are the luckiest woman on earth. I am really really jealous of you to be honest."

"Me too. Marrying this very handsome guy, gosh. You have to make a lot of kids!"

"Of course he'll end up marrying me. I knew my ways into him!" 

"Oh my gosh. What do you mean?"

"I just have to get silver hearts!"

"Excuse me. Good morning. We'll pick up the bridesmaids at 10 o'clock. I hope you're ready."

"Cheonsa, you don't need to come to the church. Make sure everything on the reception is on place now. Especially that photobooth! They weren't responding this morning."

"Alright. I got you, Meo Yeon."

I came to the reception with sparkling eyes as I see how grandeur this wedding is. It was a garden setting with lovely flowers all around. There were hanging lights with elegant vines from the tent ceiling. The floor is filled with petals and crawling ornamental plants. It is a fairy tale kind of wedding. 

I marveled at all the details that fascinated me, even the chairs and tables have these elegant-looking vines crawling at their feet. 

Then my eyes came to the bride and groom's lair. It is the center of this astonishing venue. The arch was filled with white amaryllis above it. Vines flow from the arch with the magnificent little blooms. The flowers reminded me of Zen. It seems like he was as pretty as the venue.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" one of the assitants interfered with my fascnitation. "I bet a lot of thousand dollars have been burned to wed famous people with this." 

"Famous?"

"A famous musical actor is to wed a daughter of a rich politician man. A cliche pair." 

"What a coincidence."

"What is?" 

"Nothing."

It was weird that I was thinking of Zen when I heard that the groom was also a famous musical actor. I was too busy running different errands today to even know who's going to wed. 

"Back to work." I told myself.

Hmmm... band - check. Host -  check. The photobooth...

Oh. they're setting up now.

"Cheonsa! Omg. You won't believe this!" one of the assistants came running to me.

"What is it?"

"The groom! He's a famous musical actor!" 

"Oh. well, yeah. I heard." 

"He's that handsome man from that game you're playing!"

The game? My coworkers know I've been obsessed playing Mystic Messenger. I've told them my standards of an ideal man. And of course, it is Zen.

"Game...?"

"Yeah! That one you're chatting with the whole day!"

"You- you mean Zen?"

"Yes! It's Zen!" 

I laughed. "Does he have a long pony-tailed silver hair too?"

"Of course! It's really Zen!" 

I laughed it off and resumed working.

I am confused. But I thought it was funny. I know no musical actor from where I come from. So the groom might be similar to Zen. I was quite excited about that. 

The reception is about to start. He really is famous. The venue was packed with celebrity faces. Some are famous businessmen. Some are actors and actresses who really are known.

But why. I don't know who the bride and the groom is. It was strange that I've been working all day without knowing their names.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let us all welcome-" The host began. "The newly weds. Mr. and Mrs. Ryu!"

Ryu? My heart was racing this time. I feel like everything became so weird now that I heard the couple's last name. I anxiously turned to face the door as it welcomed the couple.

The April fools DLC normal ending 2 played in my mind. 

Zen was real. He knows I am in a different dimension. His words made me cry my heart out as he promised to find me. I don't expect for it to be real but it did leave a scar in my heart.

"I'll always be here so you could come see me whenever you want... use me. Don't hesitate to come find me. If someone in that dimension gives you a hard time, just think of me. When you're bored and missed me too." 

"At first, I couldn't stand the fact that you're in another dimension but now, I'm okay with it. Do you know why? I realized that our thoughts and feelings transcend dimensions. Even if I can never touch you, I know that the feelings we have towards each other can't be trapped in any dimension. That, let's me endure... all the waiting I have to do. Even when your eyes turn away from me and return to your real life, I'll be sending my love across all the dimensions.

I'm sure you think of me from time to time during your day. When you do, just remember, that's the moment my love's done the impossible to cross dimensions and reach you."

"I love you, Cheonsa. Let's be forever"

Zen's lines had my tears falling. I felt so unloved I've been relying to the love this character has given me. I was comforted. I feel content. 

Then I thought. You are just a game. A lot of us have been playing this game. There are a lot of MCs in this world who are obsessed with you. 

You might enter this dimension and find out that we are all the MCs you're looking for.

It made me cry even more. It hurts to think you weren't even real.

But I let it go. 

I want to believe your love for me. 

I let my selfish fantasies to live. 

I let you live inside my heart.

The bride and groom happily waved at the crowd while holding hands. The crowd cheered more except me. 

The groom is wearing a white tuxedo with a white amaryllis on its pocket. He has a long silver hair pony-tailed to his back. His ruby eyes express glee as he smiled to everyone in the room and then, to his now wife. When I saw his face, I felt like I was stabbed. My heart suddenly stopped. He is not just any man who is similar to Zen, or looks like Zen. He is Zen. For real. He is really so handsome I can feel my breath taken away. My knees weaken and my eyes became blurry. 

"Zen?" I murmured as I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Everyone came rushing to my aid when I half-opened my eyes. 

"Cheonsa? Babe are you okay? Wake up my princess!" The voice sounded familiar.

I saw a blurry silver hair in front of me. 

ZEN!

I forced to open my eyes and got up. I thought my strength was back but I was still weak. The blurry face is now a clear face of Meo Yeon. 

"Cheonsa, can you hear me? Let's take her out."

I looked to where Zen is. 

His worried eyes looking into the commotion I caused.

But that was it. 

The man I used to be obsessed with is a real person. I can't understand how it happened. I don't understand why it felt strange. I thought he was a fictional character.

I've been taken away from the scene.

I was the wedding assistant who passed out on his wedding day. He would definitely remember me. 

But I will definitely remember him as the character I fell in love with. 

A character I never thought can break my heart for real.

He came to this world to look for MC. 

But that MC... is not me. 

[grimweaver]

8 Facts: Ethaniel LaChance (Dovahkiin)

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UPDATED 09.17.17 (Added/edited “Notable relations”: Admaunde LaChance and Nahzadir Ale'Zandre (ESO Characters)) 1. Notable Relations Lucien LaChance, Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood (Father, undead); Malkhai (Ale'Zandre) LaChance, Hero of Kvatch/First Listener of 4E (Mother); Syan LaChance, The New Sheogorath (Sister); Cicero, Keeper of the Dark Brotherhood (Brother-in-law, through Syan); Nahzadir Ale'Zandre ‘Hero of Vvardenfell’ (Maternal Grandfather, fate unknown), Admaunde LaChance, 'Champion of the Guardians'(Paternal Great-Grandfather), Aaron LaChance (Paternal Step-brother, deceased), Aela the Huntress (Wife), Aventus Aretino (Adopted Son) Lucia ?? (Adopted Daughter).   2. Why he was a Prisoner Ethaniel took on what he thought was just a handful of Thalmor, thirsting for vengeance after they had cut the entire LaChance family line down to just him, his mother, and sister. He managed to kill several of them, but he was no match for one unidentified altmer mage that took him down effortlessly. Deciding that he should be made an example instead of killing him on spot, the severely wounded and weakened widow was bound and sent off to Helgen. 3. “Half”-Elf Ethaniel’s family tree is a colorful bouquet of people; his maternal great-grandmother is a Nord and his paternal grandfather is a Breton (Hence the name “LaChance”), but he is predominantly Imperial/Dunmer (Malkhai jokingly calls him a 'Dunperial’) While there is a fairly even inheritance of both his mother and father’s aesthetic traits, the hood he wears most of the time (which was his father’s) covers his ears and casts a dark shadow over his eyes, so at a first and quick glance he’s seen as an ordinary Imperial or Breton. It works well for him in places like Windhelm, where the Nords are wary at best of merfolk, but works against him in places like Gray Quarter where the dunmer are just as quick to treat him like an outsider. But there are more pros than cons– he can use both the “Voice of the Emperor” and “Wrath of the Ancestors”; he also has a strong resistance to fire, which he owes a lot of thanks to for surviving almost 200 years of encounters with sworn enemies like the Justicar (whom apparently like to burn everything) and the Dragon Crisis that followed. 4. The Companions Through his work with the Companions he was able to recover the health and strength that was severely damaged by the Thalmor mage. He embraced Lycanthropy as a gift, believing it to be a valuable power against the Thalmor, dragons, and other major enemies. But something happened that the Companions did not expect, because they did not know he was the Dovahkiin (Not even Ethaniel knew he was at the time); raging inside this elf was the wild soul of a dragon, and to combine it with the spirit of a wolf made him ever more aggressive. He ventured out into the wilderness on his own for many weeks between Companion tasks to find ways to regain control of his humanity, only to lose more of it to his hunger for human flesh. It was with Aela’s help that he learned how to manage himself, but by that time he had already sought out satisfaction through the Dark Brotherhood. Knowing that he could not remain a true Harbinger as a Listener, he gave that position to Aela, whom he had taken as his wife shortly after the Emperor’s assassination. 5. Religious Belief / Alignment Ethaniel is an Omnist; he acknowledges and respects all deities, believing that each one plays an important role in a well-balanced universe, even Sithis despite being told that he is 'chaos’ and 'discord’. Embracing chaos as something essential to balance he is therefore himself somewhat chaotic in nature, but one can always count on him to be truthful, honorable, and respectful (even as an antagonist in most cases.) Though his parents devoted themselves completely to the ways and beliefs of the Dark Brotherhood, and he assisted survivors of the Thalmor invasion for over a hundred years, Ethaniel never officially joins them until 4E 201. Malkhai and Lucien, while wishing to be completely honest about the guild, refrained from dishonoring their vow by revealing what is meant to stay within the ruling body, so until then he knew no more about the DB than the average initiate. The spirit of his deceased father guided him, providing wisdom that came to him in his dreams. He compelled Ethaniel to enter the abandoned house in Windhelm (to speak to Aventus, of course), and make the fateful decision to kill the abusive old woman in Riften. But it is when he was called to follow the Way of the Voice (long after the end of the main questline) that his alignment shifted- in time he returned position to Malkhai with a heavy heart, for it meant that he had to forfeit the ability to summon the spirit of his father. But Lucien didn’t take it as hard as you might imagine- Fulfilling his destiny by 'restoring the Brotherhood to greatness’ had assured him eternal love and favor from the Dread Father and Night Mother, which can only be lost by betraying it. 6. Detail-oriented Like his father, Ethaniel is a very detail-oriented person. Everything must have a place, if a mess is made it must be cleaned up right away, upon receiving a task he will learn everything he can about the mission and the people involved before carrying it out (So in-game he will listen to the long and detailed dialogue and won’t disengage until the NPC has nothing more to say). 7. Personality Ethaniel is generally quiet and contemplative. Determined to be a good gentleman, he avoids being boastful, keeps crude jokes within the small circle of close friends/family members, avoids going into unnecessary details during awkward discussions or avoids them altogether if he can (i.e. past relationships, political stances, etc…) or honest opinions that might alienate or antagonize people unless someone drives it out of him (i.e. when he was asked for his thoughts on the civil war while the prominent figures of both sides were present and put him on the spot; he said flat out that he thinks they’re all morons and went on to give them a long-winded explanation for why). Throughout most of his life he’s avoided confrontation and violent reactions to minor offenses, but once he became a werewolf it became increasingly difficult- he began to secretly hope for someone to give him a reason to kill them (The racist nord in Windhelm that shouted insults and threats in Gray Quarter- he’s essential, but in my headcannon Eth kills him). 8. Voice Ethaniel has a deep and lulling voice, much like his father (Think Brian Bloom (normal); without the accent or poetic twist in his speech. Because of this he does very well as a bard whenever he works up the nerve (and has the time) to work as one for extra coin.  

[swan-archive]

i understand towel-throwing; i shall join you. headcannon: shifter!Alex is mostly human around his Betsey, but sometimes - when he needs to be - he's very soft.

“You do realize, of course, that there’s a very real chance you’ve married a demon.”

“Well, now you’re just being ridiculous.”

“I’m not! I could be an agent of the devil, using his dark powers to bewitch you into Satan’s infernal service, and you’d never even—oof! All right, all right, I yield!”

“That so?”

“…I yield to the fair demonslayer, she who vanquishes the legions of hell with the might of her arm—”

Eliza clouts him again with the pillow. He shrieks.

“First off,” says Eliza, pulling the pillow off Alexander’s face and striving to ignore his smirk, and the odd little stubby spines coming in along the edges of his jaw. “I think I’d’ve noticed you bursting into flames upon uttering a word of prayer. Second, I’ve seen you walk into a church. No flames there either. Unless you’re very good at hiding it.”

“It would have to be a miraculous recovery indeed,” Alexander says, scratching at his face. “Which, I think, defeats the whole point of witchcraft. Depending on your interpretation of what constitutes a miracle, of course. They say the devil looks after his own, but to what extent…” 

“I’m not going to debate theology with you on my honeymoon.”

“Our honeymoon.” 

“Our honeymoon,” Eliza concedes. “And you’re getting sidetracked. I wasn’t done.”

“Oh, no? Please summarize for me. Point the first, I can speak a prayer in sincerity without going all to ash and brimstone. Point the second, I can cross the threshold of a church without experiencing same. And third…?”

“Point the third,” says Eliza, “The whole idea is absurd anyway because I know you’re not a demon. You wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t try to drag my soul to hell. I trust you. That’s that.”

“Wha—that’s not an argument at all,” Alexander protests, but there’s relief in his eyes, an ease to his smile that wasn’t there before, and the little spines on his face are blooming into downy feathers. Eliza reaches out to touch and Alex pounces, tumbles her laughing onto the bed, and shrugs a pair of great dove-wings from his shoulders to enfold her. White feathers all around her, white feathers under her lips where she kisses him.

Alexander drinks her in, his eyes very dark against the pale feathers, and maybe Eliza’s sure he’s not a demon, but she can’t say with as much certainty that she hasn’t caught herself a very, very strange angel.

–

Alexander loves his children very much, but he has to admit: they can get quite loud. Alarmingly loud, even when he has explained to the three of them that Papa is working on some extremely important essays that he needs everyone to read, and has deadlines coming up, and it looks like he is about to lose a collaborator, and, and, and—

He tried going without ears for a bit, but the dead silence made it even harder to concentrate, and what if something actually happened to one of them? He’d have no idea, and that thought rattles his concentration even more. Better just to grit his teeth and tough it out. Although he’s regretting that decision now, as the racket of a crying child approaches his office door at a speed suggesting the child in question is being carried by its mother.

“Door’s open,” he calls, at Eliza’s first knock, and she shoves her way in, bearing a red-faced, mid-tantrum Angie.

“She wants her papa,” Eliza says, by way of explanation.

“And did you tell her that Papa is busy right now and can’t play?”

“You know, this may come as a surprise to you, but factual arguments don’t always fly so well with a three-year-old—what’s that, sweetheart?” Angie hiccups several times before sobbing out something indistinct. “Ah. She wants you to do the thing, dear.”

“Do the—I am working.”

Angie shrieks like she’s having her foot sawn off. Eliza looks ever so faintly ruffled. “Alexander. Please. Just do it.”

“I—oh, fine, all right, one second.” Alex hurriedly unbuttons his waistcoat and begins picking at his cravat as Eliza bounces Angie in a vain attempt to calm her.

“Alex…”

“I know, I know, I know.” Alex yanks his shirt over his head, tosses it onto the floor, and then his arms snake out to snatch Angie out of Eliza’s grasp. “Hi, sweetheart,” he coos at her, “hi, baby, look at papa, look at me—that’s it, now, are you ready, can you count with me? One, two, and—”

He wrinkles his nose at her, crosses his eyes, and with a poof is suddenly covered in a thick shaggy coat like a sheepdog. Angie falls silent mid-sob, her eyes still very wide and wet, but her lips fighting back a smile.

“Where’s my girl? Where’s my little girl?” Alex growls from behind his curtain of fur. He nuzzles at Angie’s tummy, and Angie can’t help it then, she giggles and squirms in his arms.

“I’m here, Papa, I’m here, you’re tickling.”

“Have you been giving your Mama trouble? Is that what you’ve—I’ll tickle you to pieces, that’s what naughty little girls get! Hold still!” A third arm, covered in the same thick fur as the rest of him, sprouts from his side. He’s barely even touched her with it before she bursts into peals of laughter, her earlier fit all but forgotten.

“If I’d known it would be this easy, I would have brought her up here half an hour ago,” says Eliza with a smirk. Alex concentrates until the fur on his face has shrunk back into a velvety fuzz short enough for him to see past, then frowns at her.

“Yes, well, thank you for not interrupting,” he says a bit crossly. Angie is draping his fur over her head to make herself a fluffy wig. “I wasn’t joking when I said I was busy.”

“Did I say you were? It’s just easier to manage the children when there are two of us around, that’s all.”

“I’m around! I’m right here.”

“Sure. Here, upstairs, in your office, with the door closed, with strict instructions that you’re not to be disturbed…”

“That’s unfair, and you know it. Jay’s ill, Eliza, and James’ health isn’t the best, and if we’re to stick to our schedule—well, someone has to put the work in.”

“Surely you can take one evening to have dinner with your family,” she shoots back. “The children are going to forget what their papa looks like.”

“I can look like whatever they—” He stops, mentally checks himself. You’re being unreasonable, Alexander. These are your children. Is this project really so important that you can justify shutting yourself away from them?

Well, technically... His lawyer’s brain calls up a list of explanations immediately, but Alex clamps down on that voice for the time being. Sighs. The breath ruffles his whiskers, and when did he sprout those? “No, you’re right, I—one hour. I can spare an hour. But then I really have to get back to this.”

“Two hours, and I’ll proofread whatever’s going to the presses next. I’ve seen the kind of nonsense you put out when you’re not getting enough rest, and god knows you haven’t been getting enough lately.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Mrs. Hamilton.” Alex hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her into a hug. “Next time, I’ll have to enlist you to write an installment of—ow, Angie, ow, that hurts Papa.”

“Don’t tug on it, sweetie, how would you like it if someone pulled your hair that hard?” says Eliza, peeling Angie’s fingers off the hank of fur she’s been yanking at. “Tell you what, why don’t you take your papa downstairs? I’m sure your brothers could use a good visit from the tickle monster.”

–

“Oh, Betsey, I came as soon as I could,” says Alexander, and the part of Eliza’s brain that’s still working coughs up the barest ounce of concern that that doesn’t seem to have fixed anything. How she’d longed for him, how she’d cried out for him, and it had hurt and she’d been so scared and so lonely and he hadn’t been there and he hadn’t been there and he hadn’t been there. Day after cold empty day, dragging her feet, reassuring the family with what strength she could gather that she was well, that she’d be fine before they knew it, telling herself just wait until Alexander gets home, once you’re together again it’ll all be right.

He’s home. It’s not all right.

He’s still speaking, but the words sound garbled and flat as all the other reassurances she’s heard lately. Hollow. Emptied out, just like her. Suddenly the sight of him is more than she can bear right now, his apologies a sick reminder of what they’ve lost. She turns her face away from him, closes her eyes. Can barely feel it when he lets go of her hand and steps back from the bed.

A rustling of fabric falling to the ground, a scritching noise against the bedsheets. “Betsey,” Alexander says, very quiet and very close to her ear.

Eliza rolls over. Blinks at him, perched on the pillow next to her head, shrunk down from guilt and sorrow to a tiny weaselly creature with a flat face somewhere between human and owl. She could almost laugh at what a sight he makes, if she remembered how to laugh.

“I’m so s—I won’t talk. I’m sorry. I won’t talk if you don’t want to hear it,” says Alexander, wringing several pairs of little paws. “I know it can’t—there aren’t words—but if I could just stay here with you. Please.”

Eliza reaches over and Alexander tenses, as though he’s expecting her to swat him off the bed. She rests her thumb between Alexander’s first set of shoulders, gentle gentle, feels for the bird-fast humming of his fierce heart. Strokes along the grain of the mingled feathers and fur, soft as a baby’s skin.

She still can’t find the words, but Alexander, bless him, understands, and he scurries down the length of her arm and up over her shoulder to curl himself into a ball just over her own heart. So small she can barely feel the weight of him, wouldn’t know he was there but for the delicate pricking of his claws. She cups her hands around him. It’s all show, of course, but it lightens her heart just a little to have something small and fragile to hold close, to protect.

“I should have been here,” Alexander whispers against her palm. And yes, yes, he should have, but it’s too late for that now, and what real difference would it have made? He’s no doctor, and for all his powers there are miracles even he can’t work.

They still would have lost the baby.

Eliza lets her eyes fall shut. Drifts. Distantly, she feels Alexander’s body trembling between her hands, the faintest trace of wetness on her skin from his tears.

He’s here now. That will have to be enough.