#hc: I SPEAK TO GOD; I LIVE FOR HIM; AND ALONE IN THIS WORLD; I WALK FORWARD ON BROKEN STAINED GLASS HEELS

[bokutosbabe]

hey! could you do jouno hcs please?

AHHHH ABSOLUTELY. ty for the ask!!

Jouno Saigiku x Reader Headcanons!

a/n— sadistic characters make my brain go brrrr

content— jouno calls reader ‘darling’, possessive bf jouno, gets kinda deep for no reason in the casual hcs, jouno is a meanie, mirror sex, jealous sex, temperature play, incorrect use of ice and wax, p in v, slight voyeurism(?), markings, and i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!!

synopsis— cute little headcanons with jouno in the sections of casual, relationship, and nsfw!!

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casual headcanons

fear of heights. up high in the air is the one space where he can’t hear much besides the wind and smells everything that wafts his way; he just feels vulnerable while up high.

cooking master. when you have to deal with tecchou and his disgusting mixtures all day, you’d want to make yourself some homemade comfort food too

can play the piano like a GOD. it was one of his many passions before he lost his sight, and even afterwards he never stopped.

secretly loves being around the other hunting dogs. when he’s alone he can’t see or hear.

^^^he gets scared of being trapped inside his own mind due to this

he dreams of having a world where everyone can exist in peace with the hunting dogs protecting the city

was an only child

loves listening to teruko and tachiharas banter because he never got to experience something close to siblings fighting before

can speak at least two languages but no more than four

very much an early bird

amazing chess player, literally so strategic *cue mastermind by taylor swift*

likes bitter tastes more than awfully sweet tastes

loves puzzles, he just enjoys feeling around and using his intellectual skills and heightened senses to put them together

likes loud rock music more than what others assume he would like(he actually hates classical music. he finds it boring.)

runs hot like a damn oven

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relationship headcanons

meanie!!!!

jouno is literally as if satan made a special person to just make your life as difficult as possible.

jouno loves you because of your mind

you’re just as charismatic as he is and he enjoys how you two can just communicate without words. him with your heart rate and breathing pattern and you with his facial and body movements 🫶🏼

even if he’s a meanie , jouno still enjoys coming home and cuddling with you

will he initiate it?

absolutely not.

until he was in a relationship with you, jouno never realized how much he enjoyed another persons touch

jouno will make your life with him a living hell though, make no mistake

like i said; he runs hot and makes it everyone’s problem

you two can simply be laying in bed like normal civilized people, but if you mention you’re hot? he’s grabbing your waist pulling you closer to your furnace of a boyfriend.

“ get off of me! ”

“ you don’t wanna cuddle with me, darling? ”

jouno isn’t someone who will talk about your relationship at work or with anyone he’s not comfortable with

so when he first tells tecchou about you? he shocks himself

he definitely accidentally told you he loved you first

“ yeah, yeah. love you too. ” he’d said after you called him annoying

or something like that

your meanie boyfriend just loves you so much🫶🏼

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nsfw headcanons

like i said guys; jouno is M-E-A-N

man is a grade 1 tease

literally a power top!!

he loves just hearing your heartbeat pick up when he’s fucking you🫶🏼

and the sounds? man could bust just off of them.

like i said; he runs hot, so temperature play is one of his favorite things

he loves hearing your gasps when he pours hot wax on your body, always careful not to hurt you

he absolutely is obsessed with your whines when he runs ice around your tits, making your cute little nipples hard🫶🏼

you think you can make him jealous and he wouldn’t teach you a lesson? tough luck.

you could just be talking to tecchou or tachihara, but if he hears your heartbeat pick up or hear the slightest change in your tone? be ready to not walk for weeks

he’ll take you home and make sure you know who you belong to

MIRROR SEX🙏🙏

obviously he can’t see, but sometimes if you’re bad enough, he’ll make you describe what you look like to him– and if you stutter? he’ll slow down until you’re begging for him to hurry up and ruin you

he would never ever share you with anyone. you’re his and he’s yours

he’s definitely more of a receiver of head more than a giver, he just loves hearing your cute little moans while you’re choking on his cock🫶🏼

will make you play with yourself in front of him if you’ve been just a little too naughty

if he’s on an away mission he’ll call you and will jerk off to the sound of your voice

loves marking you with hickeys

your neck, thighs, and tummy covered every time after he fucks you.

jouno just needs everyone to know that he owns you❤️

he makes me giggle, sorry if these aren’t great i rushed them just a bit!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! thank you sm for this ask!

[mossy123302]

I am not exactly entirely good with character or relationship analysis (A reason why my dumb fox head is aroace because I am not good w/ navigating romantic relationships)

So this is just my best effort writing the dynamic Q! Philza and Q! Missa have.

I do like to headcanon, like others, that Philza is indeed aroace, but not in a way, that like he doesn't understand what platonic or romantic means. Sure, it's funny to tease Philza about it, but it's also true that close friends could very much do so. I think Philza is quite aware of what is romantic and platonic, he knows the boundaries of it. I mean Philza is literally married to the Goddess of Death (implied) Kristin. It's more or less that Philza doesn't simply care for such labels. (I very much hc that Philza could probably be genderfluid, like me- Peeposmile)

It's something Philza even mentioned in the live stream when talking about the deities in hardcore world. It's something they don't care about and just vibe with whatever they're vibing with. They don't care and I think Philza is the same in that mindset. He just doesn't care, and will be blunt about it, if he needs to actually talk about it.

Philza seems to deeply cherish those that are ... similar to himself from what I can tell. I don't fully watch Fit or other POV to get a clear understanding of Phil's relationship w/ others so I'm sorry if I don't include them, same with Technoblade. I've recently started watching mcyt again and I don't want to talk about something I don't have a full understanding of.

Anyways, Phil deeply connects with those that share similar traits to him in some regard. Techno whose the Blood God, who clearly has an understanding of death, war and loyalty and this clearly shows via Missa too. Missa, while not a fighter, does understand death and how important it is... He literally is a gentle grim reaper. He understands death much clearly, because his mother is also a Goddess tied to Death as well. Missa is also fiercely loyal to Phil and his children, because honestly, he was so busy! He didn't have to return to Quesadilla Island but he did because he cares about Phil and his children, quickly adopted Tallulah and he hadn't even seen her yet.

Whoever Phil trusted and guards with his life, Missa will guard that person with his life as well. Of course, unless, we talk about BadboyHalo then that's another discussion LOL. Such a mess between the demon (?) and grim reaper.

Anyways, we know how much Phil values such loyalty that, I cannot remember what Tubbo said, but he immediately locked Tubbo out of his own home because of what he said about someone and while despite implied flings with others. Philza never spoke about others the way he speaks about Missa.

Their relationship definitely...crosses the line of platonic and romantic. I can see why it would be considered queer platonic relationship, but also at the same time, it's like there is some line being breached which makes everyone raise an eyebrow cause sir, what do you mean platonic-

Philza is clearly...possessive over Missa, because the way he got so defensive when Bagi mentions Antoine (right?) and Missa should date. Philza didn't have to get so defensive, because Missa already immediately denied. Philza could have kissed anyone else, like Fit, but chose Missa instead. He even demanded Tall Missa to the admins, got jealous over any shipping fanart and acts like he's fine and doesn't miss Missa at all. *Coughs in* "I'm going to f*cking off myself. Did Missa log on again?!" (Side eye Philza)

Like he's done lots of things that makes everyone just raise an eyebrow- Philza is fooling no one but himself (& Missa)

I also enjoy the lore Missa has going on with accepting that he is indeed a part of the family and isn't alone. Missa had just lost Spreen, and suddenly, he had no one but the Angel of Death as his assigned partner. Missa must have felt so unmatched compared to Philza because what could he even offer to the family? He had nothing but his music and kind words, which is everyone that Death Family wanted. Missa brought a different change to the family that makes them be vulnerable, to not be so serious all the time and to actually just relax and be like a family that's just on vacation.

I mean, and just talking about loyalty and kindness. Missa never gave up... He fought his way back, despite getting taken away by wolves and suddenly Badboyhalo being so cruel. He always made sure his family was safe and always brought something for them.

Didn't Missa say he got lost because he tried to find a gift for Philza?! Like...the commitment to find a perfect gift for Philza, and still returning (sure, without the gift). While it's hilarious, Missa doesn't run away because of his wet cat behavior. He runs away because he doesn't want to put his family in danger, he cannot fight as well as others can. He relies on others to fight for him and then he jumps in to help, but because the time zone doesn't allow such things. Missa is forced to run.

And Missa is good at it. He will run as far as he can, if it means his family will be safe. He isn't running away from his family, but the danger because at the end of it all, he will return back to his family, no matter how long it takes.

And Missa casually admitted to Chayanne that he needs Philza more than he realized, the same way Philza realizes he needed Missa but didn't dare admit, whether it is out of fear or something else that he couldn't voice it. But Philza clearly showed it through his actions, that he brought/dragged Missa to Rose's Sanctuary before they went to sleep forever. He didn't have to do so, but he did... indicating their bond is much deeper because Rose's Sanctuary is literally a pocket dimension that no one cannot access.

Missa has access. Now he sleeps eternally with his family...

Also their whole dynamic just being Sun/Moon. Fated to never see each other at times, until an eclipse and yet...they still leave signs to let the other know that they're still remembered. This also brought to my attention how Missa is afraid of the sky, while Philza yearns for the sky/to fly.

You think The Sun (Philza) misses the Moon (Missa) so much, because of how far they are, instead of just not seeing each other. The Moon clings to Earth, because they're afraid to go beyond...to something unknown while the Sun cannot stay still, and yearns to burn and be free.

Deathduo/Pissa has me on chokehold.

I do hope this was an interesting analysis, I'm not very good at this..honestly it's probably just me rambling if anything.

[mrsdesade]

1 character x 10 songs x 10 headcanons

The Corinthian (Sandman)

Songs that I think they might be perfect for Mr. Teeth for Eyes because of the lyrics or the vibes, I'm dropping here just because, maybe I can make you discovering new music? I also leave THE CORINTHIAN PLAYLIST I've created for him!

A Little Piece of Heaven - Avenged Sevenfold

Baby, don't cry.

You had my heart, at least for the most part. […]

Ripped her heart out right before her eyes.

Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it.

hc: The lyrics is self-explanatory I must say... the whole song is screaming his name and his love story with someone.

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2. Bite - Derivakat

Allow me just one little bite.

Eternity is so rewarding. [...]

Darling, stay with me.

These fangs are my only proposal.

hc: After many years of bonding and sharing feelings, he propose to you to share the eternity, trying to convince you to come to the dark side of being a nightmare like him.

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3. You and I - Aryia

The story begins with a boy and a girl,

she loved the way he was stronger than her

But that sick little fuck, no, he didn't stop.

He took away her voice as she screamed NO!

A killers mind behind the face of God,

The devil's disguise is the great facade.

Mistake manipulation for a thing like love.

Started with a kiss but ends in blood.

hc: Ouch, you got the bad ending, he had fun with you, but the story ends in blood and ofc no one can help you against him. You trusted him, but he just played with your feeling.

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4. JENNIFER'S BODY - Chris Grey, PLVTINUM & Dutch Melrose

She's out for revenge,

My baby she's out for revenge ah,

Her hands 'round my neck,

Fuck around and you might just be next.

I need to put my hands on Jennifer

Everybody runs away, but I run to her.

hc: You're deranged as him, that's what he likes about you. Sharing murders and crimes with his lovely half, what a dream for him. He loves watching and kissing you when you're covered in blood.

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5. Love Me To Death - Nikki Idol

Love me to death, baby.

Until the end.

You're romantic, diabolic, hypnotic.

You do it so right baby , you make me cry.

We're fucking so hard that we might call this art.

It's like a movie.

Sex, liquor, roses.

hc: What can I say, that's the kind of song that he's gonna play when you two are alone at night in the comfort of your bed. His touch is that of a devil in love, delicate as velvet, warm as a supernova, suffocating as cigarette smoke.

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6. Ride - Chris Gray

Lil baby wanna ride, in the backseat pull over the car.

No she don’t give a fuck if we’re caught,

Runnin’ my hand on her thigh.

She said “I’m all yours for the night”

She came for the ride.

Le'ts fell in love for just a night.

hc: This song is giving me city night vibes, the endless hours that you two have spent taking aimless road trip in his car, free and unregulated, always end with a night of passion. And he loves it so much, you've no idea.

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7. MASOCHIST - Ellise

It's bitter and sweet, oh, he's pretty and mean […]

My baby's a freak, yeah.

And I'm a masochist.

I'm stuck in his teeth, yeah.

There's poison on his lips, 'cause the bad ones love you better.

hc: Impossible not to fall for him, you accepted being his property and somehow saved your life... what you don't say is that you're having maybe too much fun in this dangerous situation.

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8. Eat your Young - Hozier

I'm starving, darling,

Let me put my lips to something,

Let me wrap my teeth around the world,

Start carving, darling.

hc: Quite obvious as a choice, but the text speaks for itself. In a courtship he would be really sly, he would make you feel extremely flattered and desired, the outcome will then depend on how interesting you can be for him.

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9. DANCE! Till We Die - 6arelyhuman

I wanna dance until we die, bitch I'm blinded by the lights

Yeah we do this every night!

Swear to God, I'm living fast, but everything movin' slow.

Wanna lock into my eyes, see the Devil, that's inside.

hc: He can hunts victims also in nightclubs, because he find it fun, and this song takes me back to scenes like that. Imagine dancing with him in the disco lights and being unaware that you are so close to the most dangerous predator in the city.

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10. Mary on a Cross - Ghost

We were searching for reasons.

To play by the rules,

But we quickly found,

It was just for fools.

[…]

Your beauty never ever scared me.

hc: Predictably I couldn't leave this song out, the final phrase makes me weak for happy ending with him. When you discovered the secret behind his glasses, instead of running away you stopped to observe better, with sincere curiosity, caressing his cheeks in a caring way.

That's all for now! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to suggest more characters, when I'm done with my comfort characters I'll be delighted to please you with music about yours 🤍

[harventheblorbo]

Hey so I was wondering if you could write a fic for renji falling for one of his squads member aka male reader but he’s in denial about it since he doesn’t think he likes men and Just assumes he’s very close with reader so he leaves saying anything to him and over the next couple days every time they speak he blushes and when they touch renjis loses his mind with this feeling of love and wanting to kiss and hold read so he just instead runs away and one day read snd renji are sent to kill some hollows in karakura town but in the fight male reader gets injured but manages to kill the hollow snd renji runs over to examine the wound but readers tells him it’s not a big deal but renjis doesn’t care and mend the wound and picks him up an takes him to the seritey to squad 4 to get healed and when they have some alone time reader finally asks him what’s up and why he’s been acting so strange and renji finally caves in and tells reader that he loves him and how he knows how stupid it is an he knows reader won’t want to be around him anymore but he doesn’t care cause he needed to tell reader but suddenly he gets kissed by him and reader tells him how he was always talking to him and hugging him hoping he’d figure out the reader had feelings for him and renji is shocked but happy and kisses him again and then they lay down with reader comforting renji saying he’s not stupid for feeling like that or weird and he loves him lots…. (Sorrry it’s so long you don’t had to do it if you don’t want to or you can shorten it..

Renji x m!reader oneshot

Containing; Renji!

Reader is Male

Warning: none

Authors note; I legit haven't done something that isn't HCS in SOO long so I apologize If it's abit rusty 😅 but either way, this was fun writing and wanted to wish happy holidays!

Each and every day, renjis love for ___ is growing bigger and bigger and it's starting to show alot. Even to the point where the other squad members are asking about it. But, of course, like every other love story, he is in complete denial.

He just doesn't believe that he likes men. Poor guy. He trys to convince him that it's just his imagination and he just attaches to who ever is the closest to him like a bug. He trys to reason with himself that it's just a small crush and nothing big. Yet.

Whenever he gets near you now, he can't help but feel his cheeks heat up and hear his heart skip a beat and getting flustered. Even the simplest contact gets him head over heels for you. He starts stuttering and running off. Of course, this saddens you to see him run off.

It runs around the seireitei about renji and his feelings and people start pushing you two together and gets a laugh out of it. Renji loses it whenever people do this and blames you a little.

One day, you we're tasked to go to the world of the living. With renji. Out or everyone. Now the captains are in it.

"This is great!" Renji flares his arms in the air in frustration. "You can definitely say that again.." You grumble as you look on your soul phone. They sent you on a supposed mission to go hunt for a particular hollow.

The only thing is, you can't find the damn thing! "How are we supposed to kill the damn monster if it isn't here!?" Renji cried out in anger. "My god just shut up! It should be here anywhere. If anything it's probably hiding." You snap.

Hearing renji complain would definitely be exhausting. A beep comes from your twos phone and a loud explosion goes off in the distance followed with screams. You two snap your heads to the direction and go off to the sound.

It was a hollow that was relatively large. It was large enough to take down a powerline with one swipe of its claws. It roared and trapped a poor spirit soul underneath it's deathgrip of its claws.

"Shit!" Renji exclaimed. "Stay behind and make sure that everyone else is safe!" You bellowed and pulled out your zanpakuto and struck it making it squeal in pain and drop the spirit. Renji quickly picked up the kid spirit and let him pass on as you battled with the hollow.

It didn't look good for you at this point. It grabbed your waist and threw you against a back of a office building. You tried to scream in agony but your breath was taken by the force of the throw. "___!" Renji called your name as he helped the kid.

You quickly get up with a limp and cut the hollow in half, purifying the hollow. He rushed over to you as you sat down on the pavement for a quick second. He tried to swoop you underneath your arms in order to help you get back. "renji I'll be fine." You coughed out, not knowing about the hole made by the hollows claw.

He didn't listen what ever and took you back to the seireitei. He took you to squad 4 barracks and managed to get you into a room. Unohana suggested him to get rest for the day as his injuries were minor and small.

Renji couldn't sleep with the thought of you dying in the back of his head. He finally admitted to himself that he loved you and couldn't hide it anymore. He felt guilty for not telling you before hand.

Whenever he was able to go back to your room in the squad 4 barracks, he immediately went back in a hurry. He couldn't hold in his anxiety anymore and rushed. Whenever he saw your state, he felt guilty.

The nurses left the room and left you two alone. "I'm sorry" he mumbled. "What for? It didn't kill me." you glanced at him. He couldn't look back at you and hung his head low. "I'm sorry for not protecting you when you needed it." he replied. "Pssh, it's nothing. Hey, at least you visited. Its the thought that counts." you grinned at him.

"But I do have a question for you." you frowned a little. Renji picked his head up and looked at you. "How come you have been ingoreing me and just Running off?" you asked. It was getting annoying whenever you would want to talk to him and maybe finally confess but then he would just Run off!

"Well uhm," Renji pondered on his words for a few moments. "I really couldn't stand being with you without turning into a mess. And I always felt like I liked you know, women until I met you and thought I was dumb for liking someone like you. So the answer is, it's because I like you" Renji finally confessed.

You laughed. "You idiot. That's why I've been approaching you this whole time! Ive been trying to tell you my feelings as well." You smiled at him "Oh... I wished i knew that." He chuckled.

You pulled him into a hug and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Renji turned red as his hair, he quickly shaked it off and kissed back. Renji kicked off his sandals and crawled in bed with you as you comforted him.

[escapekissed]

there’s a certain. way. the final fantasy series portrays women. as sort of breathless, flightless birds, hands always clasped in prayer or behind their back as they arch and tease and commit to some bit that i as a non-binary lesbian written by myself for the benefit of women and not an out-of-touch video game man, cannot hope to understand.

with aerith, i tend to try to bridge the gaps. aerith is kind---but i rely more on her humor than anything. it’s a coping mechanism i understand. i say that she’s stronger than the game does---i say she cares a little less about femininity and a little more about cloud and tifa than the game lets on.

but with lunafreya... i’m aiming for a Heroine Gothic. taking ffxv to its more realistic, logical extreme with the very little we are shown of her.

luna is a woman that exists for men&god. she exists to pray, to motivate, to be consumed by the love of her people and noctis. her destiny is to die, and she knows this, and by all accounts, god & her people think that she should feel honored to be placed on such a pedestal to get to fall so low beneath them.

aerith’s affectation is saracastic and witty and quick, her voice is deep and smooth, but it drags, and it rolls, she drawls like a the kind of woman that says she’s ‘sweating like a sinner in church’ and like she’d love to commit any number of sins right now with u here.

lunafreya’s, in comparison, is blank. she sounds robotic, even as she smiles at u, and her eyes are dull and faded from restless nights, always spent praying, waking up and praying more, talking to god, pleading to god, healing the sick & taking on their sickness just as ardyn once did. she can speak in multiple languages, she can read and write and translate alll of them, but she seems to come with stock phrases, phrases that she thinks will make u happy, a script she follows to the letter, and when you do not respond the way she thinks you will, she repeats the script, changes a word here and there so that it will help you deal with your pain a little easier. if she could say nothing, simply smile and make you go away happy. she would do it.

lunafreya is a woman that has stared into the abyss, and the abyss has taken her for its own, claimed her body and soul. she does not speak to god anymore---she speaks to god’s despair under his patriarchal rule, and she falls deeper into the monarchy’s control everyday as nifhelm (and ardyn) grow more powerful.

she has no hope except to love & die, as most final fantasy women do. luckily i plan for luna to have a more yuna-esuqe ending than ffxv grants her, where she is literally saved by a divine goddess’s love as a representation of her feminine spirit to fight and be a holy woman in and within herself and not just a vehicle for a man’s reign---but at the beginning of the game. 

luna would do anything for god, and for the man she ‘loves’ to die alongside her ‘for the peace and prosperity of the world’, including hurting her own family, toppling empires, taking on the very plague itself. and she does do it. anytime she gets a chance to fight, she does it, and it’s very scary when she does get to fight. that blankness takes a form of pure, angelic light.

and that takes her mind to a very derranged and fatal place for a very long time.

i just think final fantasy heroines should be a bit unhinged. that’s all!

[otvlanga]

Hc: Miraak has a huge crush on the LDB but doesn’t know how to convey his feelings and is just super awkward with romance in general

okay LOOOONG post time because I love last the dragonborn/first dragonborn shit OKAY. Very long post because god dammit, I ramble too much. This might sound like a toddler wrote it.

Miraak literally hasn’t seen another human being in 4,000 years, he probably loses his shit when the feeling of just being attracted to someone punches him in the face. 

He’s just chilling on a giant book in Apocrypha, dipping his toes in the ink water or something and planing how exactly he’s going to kill the Dragonborn to the very detail. Then they actually arrive in Apocrypha, and the very fibers of their souls are screaming out to each-other like “same hat!”, and it feels like every inch of himself is burning on the inside, while the outside remains blandly mild in the stale humid air of Apocrypha.

But he’s a strong minded man, so he swallows it down and continues on with his edgy monologue. He tells the Dragonborn he must kill them, but he can hardly bare hearing the words come from his own mouth as they’re paralyzed on the ground right in front of him. He can practically taste the power radiating off them, layers and layers of dragon souls woven together and wrapped around their own soul, the very soul he knew the in’s and out’s of despite not knowing a thing about the person that it belonged to. 

And THEN the poor man’s brain is like “oh no they’re hot” and he's dealing with emotions and thoughts that he hasn’t had since before the first era. He can’t even remember the faces of anyone he used to know, or whether or not he liked looking at them. All he knows is that he’s seeing a face that looks so foreign but feels so familiar, and he does like looking at it, and he doesn’t know why he does. All he knows is that the dragon soul inside of him is thrashing within it’s flesh prison, desperate to be as close as possible to it’s only match. 

Dragons by nature, are not empathetic or familial creatures. They can be, as such is the case with Paarthurnax, but it is not an instinct they have embedded in them like mortals do. Miraak is a human, cursed to the same raw feelings as any other would be. Dragon souls vibrate with each other on a level that human souls do not. A dragon can always feel another dragon. 

That sense of automatic familiarity paired with the inherent human desire for love and belonging? Paired together they do not bode well for a man trying to kill the only other living being in the universe who understands him. The only one. Every dov is a piece of Akatosh, all siblings in a special way, but no dragon will ever think, feel, and care the same way humans do. He could never find solace in the company of a dragon. 

Now that their souls have had a glimpse of each other, every moment he spends thinking of killing them sends the dragon inside of him wreathing in agony and distress, something dovah are not accustomed to feeling. Before he realizes it, he’s going out of his way to appear in spectral form in front of them to absorb the souls of their kills. He finds himself speaking to them, lingering for a few moments longer than necessary, invigorated just by the feeling of being near  them in an intangible spectral form.

He tries to convince himself that all these odd things he’s feeling are just his inner dovah aching for the power of absorbing their soul. He tells himself that after he kills them, it will all go away, and he’ll be able to finally tear free from Apocrypha. (hes dumb forgive him its been a while)

He has no need to show off, all he needs is to get the job done and over with as quickly as possible. And yet, he casts Dragon Aspect on himself without even realizing it, dancing around them in combat and stalling, using the Thu’um when he doesn’t even need to. He doesn’t realize that his actions mimic a dragon’s, bringing as much focus on themselves when they want to appear boastful and magnificent, rare moments of civility and friendly indulgence where they bask in each other’s vanity and challenge each other in friendly competition. 

The dragon companions he keeps with him in Apocrypha are very confused as to why he’s technically doing the dragon equivalent of flirting when he’s supposed to be killing them and reaping their power. Humans are so weird amirite?

If the Dragonborn spares him and finds a way to free him from Apocrypha and team up with him, he would not be able to properly address or recognize his feelings for a long time. It’s not until he’s grown accustomed to seeing couples hold each other close in the cold and whisper sweet things to each other, or heard a few sappy love songs/poems from bards that it starts to dawn on him. And when it does, he’s distressed because he remembers next to nothing about what it means to care for someone. Even in his time as a Dragon Priest under Alduin’s rule, he didn’t get to indulge in petty things like love and affection. His role was a full time commitment. Of course he had seen people courting each other outside of just having children, but he had never experienced that himself. 

He’d show his affections in very strange ways, because he isn’t quite sure how to say it, and he’s still in partial denial of it all. It would be borderline annoying and obsessive things, like insisting on healing all of the LDB’s wounds even when they’re perfectly capable of doing it themselves, or needlessly jumping in front of them during battles with dragons because he gets over-protective without realizing it. It gets to the point where the LDB has to pull him aside like ”bro what the fuck is your problem it’s getting exhausting” and then cue the cheesy awkward and dramatic fanfiction love admission trope. 

also do u like, know how INSANE it would be to the rest of Tamriel if TWO Dragonborns of legend teamed up, let alone got married or something? They would probably be two of the most important and powerful people alive. Especially with all the forbidden knowledge Miraak had obtained over the few millennia he spent in Apocrypha. Like, I’m serious. If they defeated Alduin together and saved the world? They would probably be worshiped. They would almost be Talos level of worshiped, eventually. 

also just like imagine if they took power over the Empire. Like, a Dragonborn emperor and Dragonborn (whatever your ldb idenitifes as, empress/emperor/sovereign/etc) and maybe secured a new ‘Dragonborn’ bloodline/heired family. And the LDB would have Odahviing and Parrturnax on their side. Just imagine the power they’d have. 

I’ve been meaning to write a fic about that for a long time actually. I’ll get to it soon I swear.

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hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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Is it alright if i req hcs of kaeya, diluc, zhongli finding out they have a vampire s/o and they have all these cool vampire abilities and can be a bat and etc? Thanks 😊

Vampires go brr is all I say

Requests are back open! I’m planning that nth-hundred special thing soon but for the time being I’ll take more requests <3

Pairings; (Seperate) Kaeya, Diluc, and Zhonglii x reader

Warning(s); no explicity nsfw just mentions

Keep reading under the cut!

Kaeya

Man if he wasn’t already whipped for you the added fact of you’re a vampire is so cool to him. If it’s not a secret he’s definitely like “check out my s/o everyone rn, okay, do the bat thing”

Hickeys are interesting and Kaeya is far too down bad for it. He loves the feeling of your fangs literally anywhere on his body

He also loves the feeling of your fangs brushing up against his lips

If you turn into other animals Kaeya is just there like ‘holy shid my s/o right now’

Yelling ‘down bad’ at Kaeya is just apart of your common lingo at this point

Thanks to your aversion to sunlight midnight exhibitions and explorations are the best thing to Kaeya

He wants to know everything you can do and will likely test your limits

If you’re the floaty kind of vampire Kaeya loves being held in the air

If you’re the kind of vampire that can turn into mist please prank him when he goes into a hug, it’ll be funny to watch him eat shit 

Give him a kiss after though. It doesn’t matter how funny it is just remind the man you love him

If you’re particularly older than him expect him to ask what certain aspects of the past really are true and what’s just made up to keep the calm 

Do you still pray to the god of your homeland, be it Barbatos or any other. If not why? 

How were you turned? Were you born a vampire? Were you born in Teyvat or Khaenri'ah? If you’re from Khaenri'ah was it before or after the gods betrayed the people?

If you’re as secretive as Kaeya it’s interesting to see how much you can reveal while he continues to keep his cards to his chest

Diluc

He has to be sure you’re not a threat to Mondstat before he even thinks about forming a platonic relationship with you, let alone a romantic one

Diluc isn’t sure what attracts you to him, probably the thrill of danger. The act of placing his life into a person who could snap him like a twig

Every brush or your fangs or scratch of your nails is a reminder of his fragility compared to your superior strength. 

He’s into it way more than he’d like to admit and you know it.

Your days are often spent sleeping, and usually Diluc will sleep the mornings with you sleeping, afternoons and evenings are strictly business time to him

If you help out with his Darknight Hero rounds he’s more than happy to have you about. And he loves seeing your raw power tear through Abyss Mages forcefields quicker than he can with his vision

It’s funny watching Diluc skirt about questions about your past, especially once you’re in a relationship. Though unlike other vampires, you’re more open to sharing your secrets with Diluc than others.

Diluc being a secretive person himself doesn’t speak of your own vampiric abilities

Diluc is the original hypeman in the shadows. Anything you do is immediately met with praise, especially when it comes to your vampiric abilities;

Turn into a bat or other animal mid battle to move the battle to your advantage after he’ll just tell you how cool the move was

Turn into mist to fuck with the abyss mages like they do everyone else? Hell yeah payback bitch

Teleport into an abyss mages forcefield to take em down? Number 1 hype man right here

Diluc will compliment you on all the cool things you did on the walk back to the winery and man seeing his face light up his the best thing

You can guess this is what he was like before his fathers death, this cheery smiley man. It’s a shame you don’t get to see it more

Zhongli

Zhongli knew there was something different about you, something not human and once he finds out about your vampiric status everything kind of melds together. The reason why you are never seen on lovely bright days

Though the fact you’re seen at all during the day is something to behold actually and the first question to leave Zhongli’s mouth is ‘why can you go outside during the day?’

You explain that you’re a particularly old and strong vampire, rivalling some of the youngest gods in age. You had once had a coven but many of it’s members but your kind had been hunted to near extinction by archon loyalists who saw you all as blasphemous 

Sitting at the table with other historians is always so much fun for both of you, especially with your contradicting opinions on the geo archon. Though your opinions aren’t necessarily bad but it’s more like you see them in a different light considering your age and knowledge of the world

Zhongli enjoys talking to you about divinity. So much so that you think that Zhongli is constantly dropping hints that he is the Geo Archon himself

You don’t question him but instead drop hints back at him that you know, small things that makes him question internally about it.

Its not often you or Zhongli go about fighting, the two of you much prefer to sit, drink tea and have a good chatter

Though the centuries of battling shows when the both of you are thrown into battle, you often bounce off of each other with ease. And with the added flare of your shapeshifting abilities your enemies will always perish

Around Liyue Harbour both you and Zhongli are friendly with the kids, often treating them to popsicles or games of tag and hide and seek. Despite the fact that the two of you don’t look a day over 30 many of the children give you sweet nicknames with any kind of relation to grandparents

The other vampires you have left you will visit often, usually when Zhongli is visiting his adepti. Seeing your children thrive in all corners of Teyvat without the security of a nest of vampires is admirable. Its no wonder they have survived this long

While you’re not as lively as the younger vampires both you and Zhongli cause your fair bit of trouble and have the most fun you can possibly can have

[baalsvision]

Hey hey! May i request headcannons for Zhongli with an S/O who is a god who survived the Archon War but has lived amongst humans after it? (Hope that makes sense skdkdkdo)

hello !! yes it does :D ! thank you for requesting, i had a ton of fun writing these !! i hope you enjoy <33

warnings: symptoms of ptsd, night terrors

genre: headcanons, fluff, angst (if you squint)

pronouns/gender: not mentioned! (you/your)

zhongli with an s/o who is a god and survived the archon war, and now lives amongst humans

→ ZHONGLI AND YOU are able to connect through your experiences of having survived such a traumatic and violent time in teyvat’s history. especially when zhongli stages his death as morax. you both find a lot of peace knowing you aren’t alone in your situations.

→ because of this, you two have an extremely deep connection and understanding of each other.

→ this was an extremely traumatic event for the both of you. you often avoided the topic, as did zhongli, but living in liyue, surrounded by all that history and what it became was terribly hard.

→ after the archon war, you had remained lovers, however you left the harbour and had moved into one of your abandoned shrines near jueyen karst, away from any reminder of the war.

→ you did often speak to travellers who passed through and browsed any passing merchants wares. you also journeyed around the ruins spread across the land, under the guise of a traveller.

→ you had returned to the harbour after hearing the news of morax’s “passing”. of course, he had alerted you of this beforehand, swearing you to secrecy. you had both spoken of leaving your lives behind to start anew, peaceful and long life before, and now it was being put into action.

→ you weren’t exactly a popular god. having not shown yourself for centuries had led to most of the nation forgetting you. you had practically already abandoned your position and it made no difference to the lives of liyue’s citizens. zhongli however, was in a completely different position, making this much more complex for him.

→ giving up your positions of power was like a final goodbye to that past. allowing you both to live as ‘mortals’ and focus toward your futures.

→ however, the past does influence the present. the screams and cries of your fallen comrades haunted your dreams, often leading to restless and sleepless nights.

→ but! zhongli is always there to help. whenever you can’t sleep, he brings you hot tea and holds you in his arms until you drift off. he often has these sorts of night terrors as well. you two confide in each other; relying on each other for comfort and closure.

→ you both also enjoy night strolls to clear your heads. zhongli often does this when he feels overwhelmed or misses the days before the war. he loves taking a stroll to look at the glaze lillies, and often invites you along to tell you his stories when he reminisces on the past.

→ zhongli has lived longer than you had, so he’ll often tell you stories of before the archon war. it makes him extremely happy whenever you listen to his stories, considering those times were extremely special to him.

→ your day-to-day life with zhongli couldn’t be more peaceful, however you two are terrible with mora.

→ living as gods your entire existences meant you needn’t worry about mora. you were worshipped, praised and lived lives of high status and luxury.

→ however, beginning to live as mortals you two would often go bankrupt. luckily, zhongli had connections to the fatui, who you two practically owe your entire net worth to.

→ “zhongli! look, isn’t that antique pretty?”

“it most certainly is. shopkeeper, how much does that cost?”

“five hundred thousand mora. it’s quite valuable.”

“we’ll take it.”

you didn’t take it. the only thing you both took was your leave from the store after being kicked out by the shopkeep.

→ let’s just say when you both go shopping, you make sure to bring childe along with you.

→ you both used to get lost all the time.

→ liyue’s structure had changed so much over the years. the harbour being completely unrecognisable to you, and appeared to be flourishing. there was so much advancements that your mind couldn’t even comprehend.

→ and zhongli, despite descending yearly could not remember left from right at first. he eventually adjusted and was able to navigate to an extent, but you were and still are a lost cause with directions.

→ there’s so many wonders to living the life of a mortal, so many things you had never gotten to do in your positions as gods that you could finally experience together.

→ you two would finally be able to enjoy your lives without the weight of being a god on your shoulders. being able to live within a world for centuries as normal townspeople, you could be nothing but grateful for it. liyue would continue to flourish, all while you two could watch; as for the first time, mortals took the reigns to guide the nation to a new future.

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notes ; oh my god .. i hope i wrote these right <//3 but honestly i had sm fun thinking abt these hcs !!

reminder that requests are open ! feel free to send in any, as well as any asks :D

[thunderheadfred]

❄️Todoroki HC's🔥

Aged-up pro hero Shouto. NSFW under the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

Might as well be tied with Bakugou for the #1 pro hero spot; they seem to pass the crown back and forth every other year. Everyone knows about their intense frenemies uber-rivalry. Well. Everyone but Shouto.

He's asked to speak at a lot of charity events. If he has time to prepare (and hire a speech writer) he is capable of stirring crowds to standing ovations. But if caught unawares... he gets cornered into hilarious on-the-spot interviews. He's been memed. Mercilessly.

He's an OP character, but unfortunately he rolled -500 in fashion sense. Eventually he wises up and hires a stylist. When he finally cuts his hair a slightly different and even more flattering way, it's a national event. People faint in the street.

Does god-awful sleight-of-hand magic tricks when he meets young fans, even though nobody asked him to. The second-hand embarrassment is palpable. But he keeps doing it. God, why does he keep doing it?

Has hovering arm syndrome in every fan photo.

Super into pop music. Not a fan of any particular group or artist, couldn't tell you the name of a single song. But every time he turns up the volume on the radio it's like... really? THIS? Probably pumps that shit through his hero agency to keep up morale. Has no idea what you mean when you tell him his music taste doesn't match his personality.

Similarly, he enjoys brainless romantic comedies and old silent movies. Doesn't laugh at jokes but loses it over physical comedy. Thinks Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd are the funniest people who ever walked the earth.

He's long and limber. Runs practically a hundred miles every day just to "relax." Doesn't even get sweaty doing it. A filthy yoga addict. He'll probably live to be 200 years old.

He can regulate his body temperature for quirk use but in everyday life he's always half a degree outside the Goldilocks zone. It drives him quietly insane; he has an epic love-hate relationship with his thermostat.

Has a therapy animal pet. Doesn't matter if it's a dog or a cat or a bird or an iguana or a teeny tiny rodent. It's the best-behaved animal in the country and speaks more languages than you. It has its own room and an instagram account with millions of followers.

Lives in a traditional Japanese estate that doubles as a national treasure. Probably has government-appointed snipers at the gate, and he's just like, "don't worry about it." You are afraid to touch anything. Fuck, don't even look at anything, just to be safe.

Has an outstanding personal chef who only gets to cook five things unless (thank fuck!!) company comes over. Impossibly picky eater. He rotates between a few "safe" foods and suspiciously side-eyes everything else. If you cook something unfamiliar for him it will be the most awkward meal of your life, because he'd never tell you he doesn't like it. But oh lord, just look at his face.

This clashes directly with his love of traveling. Frequently uses his hero earnings to visit exotic foreign locales over long weekends... but rarely tries the food.

- - -

Dating

A grey-ace demisexual disaster. You could count the number of people he's been attracted to on one hand. He falls madly in love every time and always gets his heart smashed to pieces when his crush can't magically intuit the meaning of his frigid longing glances and generically courteous romantic gestures.

Which is stupid, because he gets propositioned constantly. He can't walk out the door without being flirted with. People keep slipping him their phone numbers and he always directs them to his agency like a moron. It's a good thing he will never understand how attractive he is because that's the only thing keeping him from total world domination.

Conventional attractiveness does not compute. Shouto doesn't have a type, doesn't care that he's an eleven whilst you are merely mortal. He will fall for your personality above all else.

Probably falls head over heels because your schedules overlap in a completely ordinary way and he witnesses you doing something endearing or brave or most likely: utterly mundane.

Pick a favorite, because you're his favorite coworker, or his favorite barista, or his favorite random bystander in line at the grocery store. You made him smile once; then he spent the next three months daydreaming about your future together before you accidentally stomped on his foot, initiating your first real conversation.

He's big on healthy communication. HUGE. He goes to therapy and it shows. Will talk through literally everything to the point of delirium. Sometimes his dedication to resolving every issue right away can get overwhelming; sometimes you just need some frickin time alone. But it pays off, because the two of you have practically never have a "real fight." There's just no way for bad vibes to fester.

STILL, his family wasn't exactly... erm... verbally or emotionally supportive, shall we say. For that reason, he might not give you all the compliments you deserve, because it simply doesn't occur to him to do so. He assumes you know how he feels. If you're self-conscious or insecure in the relationship, it might take him a while to notice. But when he figures it out (or even better, when you tell him directly) he will make it up to you with enthusiasm.

Will take you on lavish dates. Spoils you rotten without actually intending to. He's clueless about money. If you wanted a sugar daddy, you just hit the fucking jackpot. But if the word valet makes you uncomfortable, perhaps suggest some romantic picnics instead. He can still go all out with the food and five-star location without making you see cartoon dollar signs.

Chronic Insomniac. Stays up too late watching YouTube every night. His viewing history is an incomprehensible blur of k-pop music videos, serial killer icebergs, and super girly crafty ASMR channels. When he's watching a video, he is unreachable. Please call back later and try again.

He's disgustingly cute when he sleeps. Doesn't snore, but drools. Sometimes the drool freezes and leaves frost trails on his face in the morning. Still sleeps with the giant stuffed cat pillow that his mother gave him when he was like, zero. He'll inadvertently suffocate you with it, and you will welcome death with open arms because awwwwww!!!!!

The first time he tells you he loves you will be after your traditional Japanese shinto wedding. You won't hear it again until you start a family. Honestly, it's a good thing he doesn't say it often and is always holding you when it happens. It's a knee-buckler.

- - -

Icy-Hot

I don't even need to say it. Shouto is as old-fashioned as they come. You will never open another door or pull out another chair for yourself as long as you live. He will ask before he holds your hand. He will ask before he kisses you. He will stop and check in if you so much as breathe funny during sex.

If you don't orgasm at exactly the same time while staring into one another's eyes, he'll consider himself a failed lover. God forbid you want him to pound you into the futon... cause you are going to have to present that scenario to him in writing first.

Physical intimacy rarely leads to sex. He loves cuddling, craves physical affection. He'll sprawl all over you and turn into goo while you hold him close. He's an amazing, astounding, phenomenally good kisser. And that's... nice and all... but sometimes you have to grab his face and say, "Shouto, I'm horny," before he's like so that's why you're currently dry-humping me?

Even if he isn't technically a virgin the first time (or the millionth time) you sleep together, you won't know the difference. He's a blushing violet. Every. Fucking. Time. This doesn't mean he's a bad lay, oh no. But there's always ten minutes of confused bumbling before he hits his stride and remembers oh yeah, I DO know how to fuck good.

Absolutely silent during sex. Focused. Intense. Sometimes you have to push him a little to make any kind of noise at all, just so you know you're pleasing him (oh don't worry, you are).

His cock is Just Right. Not to big or too small. Perfectly proportioned and symmetrical. Somehow pretty. Like a fucking factory prototype. It truly is not fair.

Gets handsy and restless at night, even if you both have work the next day. Seems to crave sex at three in the morning. You've given him more than one exhausted handjob.

Gets offended if you don't cum. Will go down on you for hours. Of course he uses his quirk to tease you. He doesn't typically use it during actual intercourse, but he's all about foreplay, and he'll use every tool in his arsenal.

His sex drive is completely fucking unpredictable. Sometimes he's all over you, other times he's an icy slab. His line of work leaves him busy and stressed on a near-constant basis, so you can't entirely blame his personality for this one. Just give him some time and help him take care of his basic needs. He'll come back around soon enough.

[marsupials-of-mars]

Mort Takes a Nap

My canon-compliant hc about Mort and what he was before he met Julien. Sorry for being a filthy Mort sympathizer. I love writing from the perspective of unhinged and obsessive entities of unknown origin :)

Mort had been Mort all his life, since the moment he was born. He found himself thinking that way, and had to constantly remind himself that that's how most people's names work. But something about the name felt like he'd had it his WHOLE life, stretching far past his birth.

Mort had never developed infant amnesia. Whether it was because his mind was advanced from a young age or that his mind never developed past infancy, he didnt consider. He wasn't often hard pressed to consider much of anything, as it often ended up getting him into trouble.

In recalling his birth and his first years of life, he knew there was something different about his family. The way he could have sworn he wasn't an only child in the beginning, but his grandma insisted he was. The way his friends never stayed that way long, and often dissapeared to time in what felt like seconds.

He recalled, at his birth, his grandma mentioning he was born early by three years. He used to ask her what he was early for, and what he had to do when it happened. After many dismissals, he took it to mean he was premature, and didnt elect to consider the likelyhood of that.

Despite his real world friends' inconsistency, he managed to form a few lasting relationships with imaginary friends. He often found himself drifting into his own body to speak with them and play and share secrets. He often returned when the sun was in a very different place in the sky. He had quite a few friends actually, and they all looked like him, so they were all Mort. He liked his name and they did too, so nobody had a second thought to change it despite the common confusion. He began to spend more time with them, and with himself. It was his world in there, and in his world he could do anything.

He'd fought aliens, pirates, demons. He'd been married a few times, and he'd slain baddies and rescued civilians from beasts. Sometimes, when he returned from his adventures, he'd be in a new place entirely. But he didnt really mind. He didnt have any family left since grandma had disappeared, and no friends that kept him stationary. He began to wander, losing track of which world in which he was doing so.

People began to know him and his friends. They had names in the outside world, and they had roles to fill. They enjoyed playing in both worlds, so he didnt try to stop them. They wouldn't have stopped anyway, the rascals.

Soon, though, he began to grow weary. With no tie to his individual mind, rest was impossible. He'd have to put in a request for the group, and the red tape was unbearable.

He began to hear his name wherever he went, from those who knew him from prior adventures. Whether the name was cast in infamy or fame, he didnt care to tell. He found his worldly body weak, dragging his feet from one locale to the next, eyes heavy-lidded and head hung, never sleeping, never drinking, never eating.

He wanted out. He'd become the driver of a carriage pulled by stallions, utterly stubborn and volatile, never aligned in the goals of one another, and never consulting him.

He'd begun to hear a new voice, though. One that wasn't his own. He encountered it fully when he was finally alone, finding a dark cupboard in his mind and curling up as he did in his childhood days. Or was he still a child? He couldn't tell. The voice came gently, comforting, with a refreshing fruity scent which would encircle him and drown out the bad noise.

And they said they wanted to help.

The council was in shambles. A something had occurred, millenia ago, and it had spoiled the world the gods had built. That something had taken form as one of the first mouse lemurs, and had passed its force of energy-consuming hunger through its bloodline. It had taken the name "Mort", death, and tormented the living realm for some unknown gain. It's power rivaled that of the sky gods, and to present they had failed to even slow its consumption.

But something was different in this new iteration.

"It's tired." Pineapple voiced his observation with both shock and certainty.

"That makes no sense. We've thrown everything at it and it's never shown signs of even being swayed. Why now?" Banana swiveled in place, showing their back to pineapple in clear frustration.

"It tired itself out. I wish it had been thanks to us, but either way we've been given a chance, and I vote we don't pass it up." Pinapple rose to look down at banana. The council clapped (somehow) behind him, voicing agreement. Guava righted themself, pondering their words a moment before speaking.

"If it was tired before, it's only showed it in this new body. Either this one is weaker, or it's strong enough to have been selected out of the lineage to hold the damage. It appears more ignorant than the rest to the limits of its form. Its mind almost seems lemur-like. Maybe it's defended itself by dividing its conciousness. If we could get into contact with solely the newest, we may be able to convince it to give us some hold over it. But we need to tread lightly."

"You're suggesting we cut the line between the living world and the multiverse, and you expect that that will destroy what that line feeds?" Watermelon approached Guava. Guava bobbed once in a full-body nod. Watermelon considered.

"Alright. Let's nerf this soul eating fucker."

Mort whimpered as the scent of pinapple hugged him tight. He felt his breathing deepen, and realized he'd been hyperventilating for an unknown period of time. Maybe months, years.

"It's a hard position, being forced complacent in two worlds. And you made this one! You should have a say."

"Yeah. I should." Mort mumbled a reply under his breath, afraid to alert the others.

"I have friends that can help you. You seem exhausted. And all we need is for you to want help. You used to own this body and this world, and we can give it back to you."

Mort's tail twitched and wrapped around him protectively. "I dunno. Who are you? Lots of people want to hurt me." He couldnt help but be paranoid. He'd never been openly approached with sympathy, and it was new to him.

"And I've heard you've hurt lots of people." It was matter-of-fact, nothing accusatory, but Mort bristled anyway.

"It wasn't me! It was my friends! I wouldn't do that!"

"I know. But you're a vessel for bad things to happen. So I think we both would be better off if you went to sleep for a while and got your bearings, right?"

Mort nestled into his tail, the mere mention of sleep coaxing a sizable yawn from him. "I want to, so bad. But it's too loud, and they dont want to let me."

The voice boomed back, startling him.

"Who's the boss here?!"

"I'm the boss!" He shouted it indignantly, not even considering the validity of the statement. He settled back into his curled ball, ears laying flat once more. He could feel judging eyes on him.

"It doesn't look like it. You have to back it up. Tell them it's your body, your life, and that you are going to sleep."

Mort gripped his tail, wringing it through his tiny fingers.

"But they're my friends! I dont want to be bossy, they might not like me. They have stuff they like to do without me, and I want them to have fun."

"Hmm." The voice considered a moment. "So what you need, I'm hearing, is a joint goal. If we gave you something that you could all agree on, do you think you'd be able to take back some agency?"

Mort leaned back against the wall of the cupboard and slid down until his feet hung above his head. "I guess so. But we're so different, we have pirates and fairies and spiders and ghosts and kings, I dont know what we could all agree on." Laying on his back, it took all he could not to slip into sleep paralysis, something that had been happening a lot lately as a substitute for sleep. He quickly righted himself.

"Leave that to us. Right now, you just need to go to sleep. We can help, so long as you're assertive."

Mort looked down at his paws. He rolled them into tiny fists and furrowed his brow in determination.

"Okay. I can do it! I can fall asleep!"

"Get it!" The voice whooped.

Mort burst out of the cupboard, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. He ignored the zillion mousey eyes that followed him to the control room, and the shouting.

"What are you doing, Mort?"

"Where are you going, Mort?"

"Hi Mort! Want to play?"

"Bloody hell!"

He elbowed his way to the front and reclaimed his eyes. He quickly took note of his surroundings. He was somewhere in the jungle, and he could see the tops of huts far in the distance. He eyed a sharp wall of branches which displayed a phrase, but only a couple legible words from where he was standing. "The Terrible". Good to know, despite the potential hostility, that he had civilization to enter when he woke up. But at the moment, waking up was the last thing on his mind. He scoured the landscape for a suitable shelter to settle down in, and he spotted it. A large, jagged stump, hollowed by burrowing creatures but long since abandoned. He forced his plural legs to move, clawed at the mossy ground, until he made it in.

With his bedding in order, he turned back into his own world. "Mort!"

"Yes?" The reply roared back out of countless mouths, replacing the constant chatter for a moment.

"Why are you up there, Mort?"

"Why are we in this stump?"

"Why are you yelling?"

"You hit my arm!"

"Bloody hell!"

Mort planted his feet on the panel, guarding the controls. He mustered up all his frustration and...

"SHUT UP!!! Shut up! I'm the boss! I'm the boss and I get to be bossy! It's my body, my world! And I been tired for YEARSANDYEARSANDYEARS! And you dont LISTEN!"

For the first time in a long time, there was silence.

"So this time there's no vote! I'm all the majority you need, and i say BE QUIET so I can SLEEP!"

And nobody spoke. There was a space cleared around Mort, giving him a wide berth. He saw sadness, anger, fear. And in some ways, he liked it. But in others...

"I'm sorry." His voice was no longer a shrill roar, returning to the soft tone he often presented to his friends. "I love all my friends so much, and I want you all to be happy! But I'm not happy. So if you're my friends too, you'll listen."

Without waiting for a response, Mort turned back to the controls, and blinked back into the body. He gathered some leaves that were scattered over the floor and tucked them into a nook in the corner, perfectly sized for his little body. He curled up on top. And he slept.

"You're back." Banana acknowledged Pineapple as they reentered Frankri la. They eyed them with intent. "So how did it go?"

Pineapple flashed a shit-eating grin as best a being with no facial features could. "He's asleep."

"No. Fucking. Way."

"Pay up, 'Nan."

The other gods approached as Pineapple relished in the euphoria of victory and also the euphoria of receiving a large sum of money.

"So how long is he under for?" Papaya hovered over to pineapple, a bit close for comfort in their curiosity.

"No way to tell. But we have at least a year, ranging from more all the way up to a lot more. Better safe than sorry."

"So how did he take the suggestion? What do we expect when he wakes up?" Watermelon prodded.

"Already covered. He agreed on the joint goal, hardly suspicious that it would weaken them. I already picked the subject, you'll never guess."

Banana picked up on the devious tone. "What's the object of their shared affection? What did you choose as the very important item that is integral to saving the multiverse?"

Pineapple was quiet a moment, but when they spoke it was without regret. "It's some dude's feet."

"That is FUCKED. You are a FOUL entity!" Banana turned to pace. "What is wrong with you?!"

"It's funny! I thought it was funny, back me up guys, it's funny right?" Pineapple turned to the others.

Watermelon's glasses slid down as if coolly acknowledging Pineapple's wit. "Yeah, that's pretty fuckin great. In a totally cracked kind of way. Poor guy, who's the unlucky mortal?"

"One of the Julien bloodline..."

"You MADMAN!" Papaya bumped rinds with Pinapple, who proudly returned the gesture.

"In any case, we have some time to catch our breaths. Poker and champagne anyone?" Guava took out a pack of cards and began to shuffle them. Pinapple took a breath.

"Hell yeah."

Mort's eyes creaked open slowly to the sound of parrot calls. He stretched out, noting a thin warm sunbeam that lit up his belly fur. His tail flitted out from its place trapped underneath him, and he began to work out the painful cramps with his paws.

It took him a bit to recall the who, what, when, where, and why of his situation. His head was surprisingly quiet, but not enough for concern. They were all just waking up, after all. He proceeded to brush accumulated moss and cobwebs out of his fur. He found he had to chip away at a small tree -- which was now growing out of a rotted part of stump -- before he could move the foot it had formed around.

He rolled out of his makeshift bed and took in his surroundings. The stump had held up pretty well despite how long he imagined he'd been asleep, save for a few rotted bits. He could patch those no problem, and he really didnt mind the space. He began visualizing how he could make it more homey, which was something he could have never done before in his loud, weary mind. With his newfound motivation and zest for interior decor, he got to work on some spring cleaning.

"What are you doing?" Mort looked over his shoulder to see Smart Mort sat upright in his bed nook. "You just woke up and you're just... cleaning?"

"I felt like it. Don't you have those fresh cleaning jitters in your toes when you wake up?" Mort scraped a window out of a rotten bit of wood.

"No, I have 'jitters' from caffeine withdrawal. If you could grab a cup it would be much appreciated." Smart Mort twitched and his back foot flicked up to scratch at his side. Mort hissed through his teeth, apologetic.

"I don't think I should. I want to stay out here for a little bit and if I get coffee you'll come out instead. Sorry."

Smart Mort wrinkled his nose in offense. "So this is the new Mort, is it? You'll kill us if you insist on piloting, with your incompetency."

"You don't gotta be rude about it." Mort mumbled under his breath as he fitted some sticks together into furniture. Smart Mort, while one of his friends, was one of the less social and more demanding of the group. Mort knew he wouldn't be happy about the new way of things, but he'd have to deal with it. "Where's everybody else?"

"Still asleep I presume. Or they just dont want to engage with you after this stunt."

Mort felt a pang in his chest, but quickly reminded himself of his new assertiveness. "Well they can be mad if they want, tell them this is just how it's gotta be." He spit into a makeshift bowl and crushed leaves into it for paint. "If they dont want to talk, they'll just have to listen."

"Let's explore!" Mort looked to his right to find another Mort perched on the new counter. Adventure Mort seemed excited, and scurried to the window to look out. "Come on, we don't know how long it's been! There could be robots and cyberpunk fashion now!"

Mort cast Smart Mort a smug look. "Looks like not everyone is angry." He looked to Adventure Mort. "We can explore when I finish the cupboards."

"You just LOVE cupboards, don't you?" Smart Mort blinked slowly down at Mort from his perch. Mort turned his back.

Things were quieter, there was no question. He hoped it was the new normal, rather than just an adjustment period. But if that were true, that meant that the voice's plan worked, and if THAT were true, it meant that they had some kind of shared goal now.

And with that thought,

Mort felt something new.

His heart began to beat harder, his lungs filled with a better, richer air, and it was all coming from somewhere nearby. He raised his nose to the direction of the sensation, and so did his friends, and so did all the friends inside. He felt them shift in his chest, all as one, confirming his action rather than diverging from it.

Without finishing his cupboards, he dropped to all fours and rushed out the door. He scurried up the first tree he could find and surveyed the surrounding area. Those structures. He saw the huts he'd seen before his rest, but they were a bit different, and there was no longer a terrible wall. It was quiet, though, and he considered it may have been since abandoned. Still he felt pushed in that direction, so he didnt care. He jumped from tree to tree, playing hot and cold with the trail, and suddenly-

"Woah! Watch it!" In his mad dash, he didn't see a passing lemur, leaping over their head and clearing it by mere inches. "Where are you going in such a rush?!"

Mort hooked his claws on the bark of a tree, slowing to a halt as he gouged thin lines in a spiral about its trunk. He reached the ground and leapt down, righting himself to two feet. He eyed the lemur. He was a ringtail, pudgy, and carrying a suitcase.

"I'm looking for my life's purpose! Sorry about almost maiming you."

"Good for you, kid. I'm in the process of keeping my life in my body, so if you don't have time to chat-"

"No, I can chat." Mort blinked up at him. Despite the tug in his chest, he was nothing if not polite. He was returned with a sneer.

"-If you don't have time to chat, I don't either." He finished his sentence and continued plodding his path out of the forest, shaking off the interruption through his tail and picking up his pace.

Mort shrugged, not really caring to consider the curmudgeon other than as a clue that there could be civilization after all. He decided to continue his journey on foot, realizing even in his manic state that bursting out of the jungle on all fours into a populated area may spook some people, even if he didnt take out a lemur in the process.

"Y'know, if we need something out of this kingdom, I can get it for us." Political Mort threw an arm around Mort's shoulders.

"Not yet. Not now. We just gotta figure out what we want, and I think it'll be easier to get accepted in if we're just friendly and get people to like us. Lay low, y'know?" He shrugged away from Political Mort's arm. Political Mort scoffed.

"I would've suggested that as part of my campaign, but sure, you're the smart one I guess." He examined his claws.

"Excuse me?!" Smart Mort blinked into view.

"Can we all just get along?!" Mort bared his teeth and pressed his little hands into his cheeks. The other Morts looked to him.

"Oh, you don't know?" Dread Pirate Mort stepped out from behind smart Mort, twirling his sword lacidasically. "Yer new attitude already caused quite the rift. Ye didnt notice so many were missing? A real fine friend you are..."

Mort didnt know what he meant, but felt a sinking feeling in his chest. Maybe the new quiet should have been a concern after all.

"What do you mean, 'missing'?"

"Khan. He figured out what ye were doing, everyone knew. Rounded up everyone who didn't feel like sleeping and dismounted. Don't ye feel so much lighter now?"

"No..." Mort sunk to the forest floor and wrapped his tail around his chest. "No, that wasn't what was supposed to happen... I thought they were my friends, I told them that friends would let me sleep... they didnt even tell me they were leaving..."

"You really thought EVERYONE in there was your friend?" Smart Mort joined in. "Like a child catching a bug in a jar and insisting on mutual love. We don't have to like you, Mort, our only similarities are in dimension, and even that was forced on us. I elected not to leave purely because Khan's plan was underdeveloped and frankly demanded too much sacrifice. But I didnt stay for you." The final "you" dripped with arrogance.

Mort's breathing was jagged at this point, eyes glazed. No, that's not right. His friends loved him, and the voice's plan had worked. They were all still there, and they all wanted the same thing. And if he focused on that, they'd all stay. If he focused on-

They were all moving as one again, all trained on the sound of voices. Mort's decision to approach more calmly was overridden as he forced himself to focus on his goal. His paws pittered across the jungle floor until finally he burst into a clearing.

Thankfully, there was nobody nearby to witness his emergence. The voices were still fairly distant, and Mort considered the empty huts in the clearing. There was some kind of meeting, maybe. He stayed to the edge of the patch, ready to leap back into the undergrowth if needed, and continued on foot.

As he walked, he considered the kingdom. It was a lemur civilization, based on what he'd seen of the structures and the old lemur he'd encountered. It meant he could probably fit in well, if he were to find a reason to stay. His gut -- and every molecule of his form -- was telling him he would. And it wasn't like he had anything he was leaving behind.

He heard conversation all of a sudden, approaching from between a couple huts to his left. He quickly fell to his stomach and rolled beneath a nearby porch. He peered out, careful to not let the sunlight catch his reflective eyes.

Two pairs of legs soon accompanied the voices, crossing past Mort's hiding spot.

"What if it's good news?"

"It's new, Willie! This hasn't happened before, why all the secrecy, hm?!Someone definitely died or the kingdom fell. Or something else even more heinous. Best to expect the worst."

"And hope for the best! That's how the saying goes."

"Well it shouldn't." The sound of a straw searching an empty cup punctuated the retort. Mort's ears twitched. He cautiously army crawled forward, trying to catch a more complete glimpse of the lemurs as they passed.

They didnt look or sound too threatening, and Mort was intrigued by the conversation. It confirmed his suspicions that something was going on, potentially something that could serve as a distraction to allow him to slip into the civilization without being too heavily considered. But he couldn't show up on his own and draw attention. He quickly made up his mind to join this posse.

He shuffled silently back under the murky shade of the porch and shimmied around the back stilts of the huts until he was ahead of the two lemurs parallel to him. He rounded the side of a hut and casually strolled into the clearing, just in time to cross paths with the group.

"Oh! Hey little guy. Did you miss the memo too?" The orange lemur noticed Mort before the other, and planted his hands on his thighs as if talking to a child as he spoke. Mort didn't mind.

"I was in the little boys room. Where is everybody?" Mort looked over his shoulder and down the clearing, making a bit of a show of his bewilderment.

"Maurice sent out an all call for some kind of announcement. Everyone is meeting at the-"

"Hold it!" The other lemur -- who had been squinting down at Mort suspiciously -- removed the straw of his beverage from his lips and eyed him up and down (which wasn't too much distance). "I haven't seen you around before. Why do you need to know?"

Mort was about to defend himself when a sudden surge in volume from the distant voices alerted him. Thankfully, the others looked too.

"We'd better get going." The orange lemur grabbed the black one's hand and tugged him forward, seeming to forget about Mort.

That wasnt a problem for Mort, though. He'd been ripped entirely from his plan to blend in by the same feeling he'd had in the jungle. Although it hadn't stopped, it now swelled, overtaking some of what rational thought he had with its waves.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was in the canopy. He looked down at the huts for a split second, far down, and considered the gouged claw marks in the bark of the tree he found himself in. Consideration was not even considered past that once over, as he felt the pull of a nation in his tiny ribcage, propelling him toward the ever-loudening voices of the lemur gathering.

He trained his ears to catch the prominent voice, bellowing something that sounded important. Something about new beginnings and the heaviness of the head that wears the crown. It was a ceremony certainly. Mort began to catch glimpses of a crowded forest floor through the canopy leaves, and as he slowed to a stop high above, he was able to clearly hear the final full sentence, louder than the rest;

"It is my honor to present our illustrious King Julien the thirteenth!"

The crown was placed upon the head of a lemur, who began to speak immediately afterward, but his words were drowned out by the blood rumbling through Mort's skull, the pounding in his chest that rippled through his limbs.

He wasn't just a lemur. He was the most indescribably, irresistibly perfect being Mort had ever laid eyes on. The voices in his head spoke no words, merely gasped jagged breaths which matched his own as they all watched this divine creature deliver his acceptance speech. Mort leaned forward off the branch to get a better view, his hind claws digging into the bark to keep from slipping.

He delivered his last poingiant note, and just then, Mort's gaze rested on the royal feet.

And he blacked out.

Mort was quickly jolted concious by an impact. He pushed off the lush forest floor and found himself surrounded by lemurs, some looking at him, but he didn't look back. His eyes found the king as if magnetized, and he found himself filling the crowd's silence.

"I believe you! NEW KING JULIEN!"

Their eyes met. Mort nearly threw up, but managed to swallow both his ecstacy and vomit.

"MORT! Hello!" Mort caught his breath just in time to respond, and within moments was swept up in a raucous swarm of dancing lemurs.

"Yes! What is your name you very ...squat, stumpy, and mousey lemur?"

His mind went blank. His senses filled with King Julien and the terribly beautiful things he stood on. And amidst the music and the movement, he never felt lighter, quieter, more peaceful, as each soul's mind overlapped into one clear, simple, and unrelenting thought.

The feet.

And he was satisfied.

[raineeskiesabove]

Do you mind if you do headcanon either of Kaeya or Zhongli who meet s/o's mute but does sign language?

Zhongli x Mute! S/O HCs

As old as he is, Zhongli regretfully did not take the time to learn sign language. The people of his nation have always considered speech to be vital for conducting business, and the idea of someone living without a voice slipped his mind

That is, until he met them. Upon their first meeting, their radiant smile instantly made his heart flutter, their innocence prompting a sense of protectiveness to wash over him. Normally, humans did not sway his judgement easily, nor did they break past his stoic demeanor. And yet, in the face of this individual, Zhongli felt quite vulnerable, like they could sense every complexity that lingered in his heart

Of course, he would want to strike up a conversation, wondering what their humble shop would be selling. The least he could do was buy something. Maybe their smile would somehow grow even sweeter than it already was.

He would quickly realize that they do not speak, as they only use primitive gestures like pointing to lead him around the shop. He doesn’t quite understand, which causes a sense of guilt to pool into his stomach. Was this really the only way that they communicated?

His question would be quickly answered when their relative would barge in from the back room, taking over in handling Zhongli’s questions and negotiations. The relative would sign an indication to leave, while forcefully nudging them away. Zhongli didn’t want to cause any trouble, forcing himself to let the mysterious person go. Their smile had faded.

It would be days before they met again, this time in a secluded place by the upper terraces of the city. They were feeding the pondfish, the smile back on their lovely face. It took everything in Zhongli’s power not to run over to them like an idiot, bless his gentle soul

They would be surprised, yet happy to see him approach, offering a small wave in welcome. Offering him some fish food was the only other thing they did to initiate some form of communication. That is, until Zhongli spoke. First, he would ask if they were deaf. The shake of their head gave him an obvious answer. Next, he asked why they didn’t use sign language around him, even though that was easier for them. Another shake of the head, this time with a modest smile.

In that moment, Zhongli decided that he would learn the language for them. Next time they met, he would surprise them. Promising to meet again in two days time, he devoted every free moment he had towards learning the basics, at least enough to carry on simple conversations. During his studies, one sign in particular caught his eye: “I love you.” It was a surprisingly simple gesture for how much it meant. He shook his head, taking note of it, but realizing that there was no need for it right now

On the day of their meeting, Zhongli would start with greeting them in sign language, modestly adding that he’s still not quite fluent. But already, the simple gesture causes the one before him to well up with tears, reciprocating a “hello”, and then a “thank you”, before enveloping him in a tight hug. Never, in their life, had someone gone out of their way to learn the language. The only ones that had were their family members, but with daily complaints and assertions that they were born “unlucky” and “cursed”.

For much of his time living as a mortal, people often told him that the way to win favor was buying the most expensive gift possible. And yet, the one he had just given was free. Or perhaps, the better word was priceless.

If Zhongli thought that their smile was cute before, their face absolutely radiated after Zhongli told them that he was learning their language

They often provided him with pointers and tips on how to improve, but only because he asked. Really, just his efforts alone were enough, but Zhongli insisted that it was only fair if he gave it his all.

Sometimes, he forgets a word, or completely butchers the signing, which embarasses him greatly. Not much makes him feel self conscious anymore, but these slip-ups weigh on him heavily. Every mistake could become a possible misconception, which scares him. Deep down, though, he knows that such a pure person like them doesn’t immediately assume ill intent. A fatal flaw in the business world. But between them, all it meant was a brief moment of confusion, laughter, and simply trying again

Their days pass with a sense of happiness and warmth, Zhongli growing more and more fluent with each conversation. Now, he feels his cheeks grow flushed around them, and his heart beats faster when they look up at him. He knows this feeling well- gods, he’s felt it before. And yet, he wonders when the time would be right to truly make his feelings known. Only then, will he finally use the sign he learned all those moons ago: “I love you.”

A/N: ack I’m sorry if this is kind of ooc, but I really do think Zhongli is very gentlemanly and thoughtful, so maybe he would see something like this to be worth his time?

[peachy-rambles]

We all know both Techno and Phil are immortal, but who's older and by how much?

Is Phil the last one of an species long extinct, has not only seen civilizations rise and fall, but seen the earth reshape itself, has not only lost loved ones but seen their generations go on and on until there wasn't anything recognisable about them to the point they call themselves something different?

Or is Techno an ancient god, roaming the world starting from the moment there was something who's blood could spill. His beastly form the remnant of a more feral existence. Great at history because he was THERE, from the very first fight caused by society, a meaningless one at that. Creating an empire of his own because he thought it would be funny, because knew the land better than anyone.

On the other hand, Techno being an acolyte that gained enough popularity with God that now he's basically been promoted while the original goes on vacation, and it just happens he's a giant nerd for mythos and war strategies.

And Phil who is the last of his species, but it was a recent case of genocide that he managed to luck out of, where his knowledge of plants and animals cone from his love of adventure and discovering everything the world has to offer through his travels, and his innate connection to nature and plants and animals.

I was trying to just ask what your hcs were about their ages, but I ended up rambling about the possibilities...

It really depends on the AU, but when it comes to canon and what my main hc is for their ages (which I will eventually use for my slowburn fic) it's a bit...complicated >.>

Techno is a very ancient deity, and was born around the time when humanity first began. Techno actually used to be quite a peaceful god, spending his days watching over nature and blessing humans with a year of good harvest, if they worshipped him properly (and gave him an annual sacrifice of some sort of farm animal). But well, things changed and over many years, Techno became increasingly violent and angry. Specifically, he was furious with humanity for causing so much destruction and war, and being ungrateful for all the blessings he had given them.

Techno was eventually overtaken by his fury and kinda went on a killing spree. He probably would've wiped out all of humanity if the other gods hadn't banded together and managed to subdue him.

The gods thought long and hard of what to do with Techno. They couldn't kill him and they worried imprisoning him would merely make his mental state worse, and he certainly wouldn't learn his lesson if they isolated him.

Eventually they decided on a punishment: Exile.

They stripped him of his godly status, sealing away a majority of his powers and sent him to live among humanity in exile, until he learned his lesson.

Now, Phil, technically speaking is much younger than Techno. Whereas Techno was born when humanity literally first evolved, Phil was born around 400 BC or so (still old but much younger than Techno).

Phil's species is immortal - they won't age past a certain point and can only die if they're killed (yet somehow there are so few of them left). Phil's clan never expected him to live past 20 years and Phil grew up being constantly told this (I'm not gonna say why because it's spoilers for my fic). To everyone's surprise, including Phil's, he lived much longer than his expected age.

But while Phil lived, things weren't all that great for him. His clan practically worshipped him, and spoiled him, made sure he was constantly watched over and protected. They did this because Phil was "special" and had an ability that benefited his clan. They didn't truly care about Phil however, which Phil learned the hard way when he broke one of their sacred laws and he was forced to flee his clan before they found out what he'd done (they wouldn't have killed him, but they would've punished him enough to make him wish he were dead).

It was around this exact time, that a certain god was exiled for his violent actions.

Some would say that Techno and Phil's meeting was pure chance, others say their meeting had been planned out eons ago by the universe itself.

Regardless of how, the fact remains that they did in fact meet.

Techno, the recently exiled god that was now trapped inside a humanoid body. Even with a majority of his powers sealed away, he was still so full of rage and so so violent, a trail of blood following him wherever he went.

Phil, the runaway Avian, who didn't even know how to fly at this point, let alone how to fight. Who flinched at the slightest of sounds and kept to himself, doing his best to stay hidden. Who was doing his best to survive, but he certainly wasn't living.

The two met and learned from each other, taking on the world together day by day, until they eventually became the people they are today.

So basically to answer the question of their ages: Techno is technically the older of the two, but he was exiled when Phil was already a few centuries old. Techno doesn't exactly count his time as a god anymore because he believes his life only truly began when he met Phil.

(Does Phil always tear up when Techno tells him this? Yes, absolutely and Techno always gives Phil lots of kisses, and tells him how much he loves him, how grateful he is that they found each other and Techno was able to meet his soulmate. Which just makes Phil cry more.)

[escapekissed]

luna doesn’t have magic. luna doesn’t have magic. luna doesn’t have magic. luna doesn’t have magic. she gets through kingsglaive by the kindness of others who protect her for her title, without knowing anything about her. she repeats lines, over and over again. practiced, perfect. when regis is stabbed thru the gut she looks away from the blood splatter, like she did when she was young, from her parents, from all those who it was too late to save.

but just as she watches as children turn into monsters in her arms, as her mother’s eyes went pale and limpid and she smelled their bowels evacuate gut bacteria as their organs splattered and cracked from a thousand blades--she compared it in her head later to the smell of placenta, tenebrae reborn in the shape of a miasma cloud blocking out the light even trapped in a white gilded cage--she didn’t blink when the man she had considered all she had left of anything resembling a father or family actually fell, broken. and a part of her felt, in fact, at peace. all things must die. all kings must die. death is righteous. death is kind. she could’ve smiled as she pulled nyx away.

her true holiness, her power, if you can even call it that, is her devotion to the point of delusion.

the auntie that pats your shoulder and hugs u too tight with her bony arms and poking breasts, tells you ‘they’re in a better place’ at a funeral with full sincerity, without doubt. god is on their side. they speak to god, you see, though god does not answer, though god is merciless, though god does terrible things to wonderful people. they know god. and god is good. and death, death is even better.

‘i am not afraid to die.’

she limps in heels, through smiles, eyeshadow blue as the skies or a bruise, depending on your logic, smiling almighty at the heavens as they beat down at her with bellows, and magic, and actual power besides thoughts & prayers that is so much stronger than a girl with a body made of flesh and make-up.

she is sick. and unwell. and she watches the world, and just as ardyn did, she takes on their sin and she spreads it into the air like clouds, breathes it in in every whisper of forgiveness.

‘i will keep it with me always.’ despair follows her, it tracks her, and she stalks it forward. watches the abyss, watches the clouds. what else can she do?

jesus on a disney parade float. jesus as a political prisoner. jesus as a woman who is not allowed to wash any sex worker’s feet or call out any temple greed. jesus without fury or righteousness. a virgin bride of the gods who is meant only to smile and wave.

she wants so badly to die she can taste it. the ocean her spirit&those of her ancestors will be pooled into---a thousand years of oracles, poured from the oasis of ‘thoughts & prayers’ until the abyss she wandered into a long time ago and never looked back.

she is not allowed to think for herself. and they make it so easy not to.

‘thoughts & prayers’ repeated verbatim. and yet she would kill her brother and burn any man to ash without a second thought if it meant she could die alongside her beloved. duty fulfilled. game over. kicked puppies, dead princes, dead fathers, babies in monsters, soldiers into dust. anything for that happy ending. anything to stop thinking.

‘i’m not afraid to die.’

she’s afraid to live for herself.

[ethanharli]

Happy early birthday @khaishoo !! This is for you, one of my favorite mutuals <3 (I also tried something a little different jus' for you 😌).

Pairing(s): Tsukishima Kei x Male Reader.

Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff.

Anime; Haikyuu!!

A/n- This.. This has five different anime characters that all come from a different anime. Whoops?? The tags are gonna be so long oh my god

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[☾] Will tease the fuck out of you, doesn't matter if its in public or not. He will tease you. Don't worry though, he does it out of love <3 whether he admits it or not.

[☾] It's all in the little thing's, since he's not great with PDA. Nor affection in general, but he'll still try since he loves you. So expect holding pinkies when you're alone or even quick little cheek kisses.

[☾] I'ma say this now, he's not really the jealous type, but is definitely the jealous type. He knows you love him and only him, but jus' can't help it. So whenever he catches someone flirting with you he'll immediately be by your side and ✨ death glare ✨ with a snarky comment, the poor person will be running away within an instant.

[☾] Dates? Dates. He'll take you somewhere with very few people, maybe someplace where you can get a nice cup of warm tea, and jus' spend time together. Talking about school or anything else going on in y'alls lives. He also just loves to hear your voice, so he'll spend hours listening to you rant or talk about your favorite things.

[☾] He'll also take you to an open field where the night sky is bright and y'all can look at the stars. Maybe even make up some shapes with them or just cuddle and look at the moon. This man has no problem with it whatsoever cause he absolutely adores you, and wants nothing more than to see you smile. You literally melted his stone cold heart, and he also admires you.

[☾] However, when you're taking him out on dates it'll mostly be to museums with dinosaurs or basically anything pre-historic. He'll absolutely love it and you love seeing the sparkles in his eyes whenever he's there. He'll spend hours in the gift shop though so be careful with that-

[☾] He'll call you cute name's like Darling and sometimes even lover-boy, but most the time it's babe or baby. On rare occasions he'll even call you his cute star but never speak of it. One time he got real deep and said, "You're the moonlight on my darkest nights." Out of character yeah? He's only like this for you so enjoy it.

[☾] Cuddling? Cuddling. I know I said before that he's not all that affectionate but this man loves to cuddle, doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller than him he wants to be the little spoon. Arms wrapped around your waist and his head tucked under your chin, yeah, he's in heaven. Dinosaur onesies™

[☾] Also, just because he's not a big fan of PDA doesn't mean he won't let people know that you're his. If someone asks, "Are y'all dating?" He'll say yes in an instant and go back to whatever he was doing before. He might not be the type to loudly exclaim that y'all are together, but if someone asks, he'll answer.

[☾] All in all this man completely adores you, and no matter what it is you're doing you always manage to bring a smile to his face, and warm his heart. He plans to be with you forever, wanting nothing more to be by your side, through thick and thin. Cause he loves you.

Pairing(s): Megumi Fushiguro x Male Reader.

Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff.

Anime; Jujutsu Kaisen.

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[☾] This man is low-key soft as fuck and you can't change my mind. He will look at you like you're the best thing in the world, and you can't change his mind on that. Cause he literally has hearts in his eyes whenever he sees you.

[☾] Will treat you like a fucking king. No question about it, he'll pamper the hell out of you. He might not be to big on PDA but he'll happily hold your hand and kiss the back of it to. Sometimes when y'all are sitting down he'll even bring your hand into his lap and keep it there. And that's how you lost your hand to your boyfriend.

[☾] He might not seem like the affectionate type, cause he really wasn't. It wasn't until you both started dating that he realized he was touch starved and needed to be holding your hand or pinkie all the time.

[☾] Doesn't matter if he just woke up, he'll either be making you breakfast or continue to hold you in his arms. It's one or the other, you're not getting both. Also he's the big spoon, doesn't matter if you're shorter or taller than him, he wants you in his arms.

[☾] Lets be honest, you both know one of the reasons you're dating him is because of the dogs. Sometimes he'll low-key get kind of jealous if you're spending a lot of time with his dogs instead of him. Speaking of which, he is the jealous type.

[☾] He doesn't really call you by any specific petname, cause out in public he'll call you by your first name. However in private, he'll mostly call you his star/moon, and on rare occasions he'll even call you his prince or Handsome. He really will treat you like royalty though.

[☾] Have I mentioned that he is a low-key hopeless romantic? He doesn't seem like the type, but he is. But like I said, he's a low-key one. So he has this unspoken ritual where he'll bring you a cute little sunflower at least once a week along with a cute little note.

[☾] Lets bring up the dogs again. Sometimes he'll summon them to make you happy when you're upset. He'll be holding you in his arms while y'all are on the couch and the dogs will be laying with you guys as well. Its a family cuddling session <3 and he lives for 'em.

[☾] He's a soft kisser, you can literally fight me on this. Whether its a kiss on the lips or under your eye or on your cheek his kisses are always super sweet and tender, he's gentle as well. Sometimes he'll even pepper your face with small, delicate kisses.

[☾] Overall, you're the most important person to him. He'll look at you like you're the rarest item in the universe and will treat you like royalty, cause he just wants to love and take care of you like you take care of him.

Pairing(s): Haiji Kiyose x Male Reader.

Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff, Probably OOC.

Anime; Run With The Wind

A/n- I don't know anything about this character so I did research, I apologize If I messed anything up.

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[☾] He will take care of you, like deadass he'll pamper the hell out of you. He'll make you food and massage your shoulders and back, he'll even pepper the side of your face with small kisses and whisper how much he loves you. Cause damn he's head over heels for you. And he will admit it.

[☾] Make sure to take care of him as well though, he has a habit of over working himself and that's no good for anyone, especially himself. He'll also appreciate the fact that you'd help massage his injured knee, and put a special lotion over the scar. It makes him feel loved <3

[☾] He will ask you to go on runs with him though, he just wants to get you up and out of the house, even if your not running and just jogging or walking. Maybe he'll even surprise you by taking you to a dog park, cause he knows you like dogs.

[☾] Speaking of animals, he'd totally take you to an exotic pet store. Where you can look at rats, mice, ferrets, birds and a variety of reptiles. He'd probably even buy you a pet rat if he could get away with it. But he simply wants to see your smile as you look at the cute animals.

[☾] He seems like the affectionate, gifting type, so expect him to gift you a lot of small trinkets. Along with the fact that he'll shower you with love and appreciation, with some lingering kisses and sweet words. I can see him going out on a run and returning home to you with a small little gift that reminded him of you.

[☾] He loves having your head in his lap, just so he can run his fingers through your hair while watching TV or while you write or read. Sometimes he'll even fall asleep while playing with your hair, cause he just finds it super relaxing.

[☾] He also enjoys it when you play with his hair, or when you simply pat his head. He thinks it's absolutely adorable which it is and he'll end up giving you a quick peck on the nose then engulf you in a hug.

[☾] Sometimes he'll offer you something sweet, but nothing overbearing. Since he knows you don't have much of a sweet tooth and cause sugar doesn't sit well with you. However, he does have this unspoken rule where he'll make you a small piece of cheesecake on special occasions.

[☾] Calls you Love and Darling religiously. Like when he hears someone call you by your name he goes 'Who's that??" And just looks at them weird for a split second.

[☾] This man has no problem telling you how much you mean to him. He'll say it in the softest and most genuine tone as he looks you in the eyes and kisses you softly. He loves you, and has no problem reminding you.

Pairing(s): Mirio Togata x Gender-Neutral/Male Reader??

Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Swearing, Fluff, S4 spoilers, Petnames such as Handsome and Loverboy, tad bit of angst if you squint.

Anime; Bnha/Mha.

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[☾] He's basically a big cuddly puppy, that can and will pick you up, doesn't matter if your taller or shorter than him. He will do it. No matter the time or place you will get scooped up into his arms, this is your warning.

[☾] Now he is most definitely the type to show you off. If someone asks he'll say, "Yep! That's my lover! Aren't they amazing? They're so handsome too! They also l-" Que the whole simp monologue.

[☾] Oh yeah, this mans your number one simp. He loves and supports you no matter what, he'll always be by your side, cheering you on and helping you out no matter what. He just wants you to be happy <3

[☾] This man will absolutely get a pet with you, dog, cat, rat, doesn't matter. He wants a pet with you, and after a month him and that pet would've bonded and you'd be able to come home to the sight of them sleeping on the couch.

[☾] He will cook for you, lots of trial and error though. So be prepared to see him burning dinner a few times, but eventually he'll get it down. Once he gets it down though he'll be so happy and try to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for you. Please get him out the kitchen.

[☾] Speaking of the kitchen, he'll be up with you in the middle of the night, slow dancing in the kitchen, or chaotic dancing there's no in between. But like I said, he'd be the type to dance with you in the kitchen at two am and you'd both be tired yet content.

![☾]! If you were there when he lost his quirk then you both most likely cuddled up on that hospital bed. You'd have your fingers running through his hair, whispering soft praises and comforting words in his ear to help him feel a bit better. He'd appreciate it and simply let himself cry in your embrace.

[☾] Not really the jealous type, he knows you love him, and that you only have eyes for him. He also knows you can handle yourself but if he sees you getting uncomfortable cause someone's flirting with you then he'll step in immediately.

[☾] Will call you handsome and loverboy, sometimes he'll even add in a 'my bright moon.' Cause he knows you love the moon and the stars, but it's also because to him your the light helping him through his darkest times.

[☾] This man is absolutely smitten for you, and no matter what he'll always be there by your side, helping and supporting you. Giving you the biggest hugs and kisses as he tells you how much he loves you.

Pairing(s): Garou x Male Reader.

Warning(s): Boyfriend Hc's, Fluff, Swearing.

Anime; One Punch Man.

A/n- This man can call me a bitch and I'd thank him. Deadass though imagine being with a villain.

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[☾] There is nothing this man wouldn't do for you, and when I mean nothing, I mean nothing. He absolutely adores you, and he'll do anything to make you happy, no matter the cost.

[☾] He gives me the 'lets dance in an open field in the middle of the night' vibe, like he'll set up a picnic and put fairy lights in the trees around y'all. He's never done something like this before so be warned it might look a little sloppy but he did it with love <3

[☾] Speaking of which, you make this man soft as fuck. Never before has he felt this way until he met you, he literally looks at you the way Genos looks at Saitama. The only difference being that he wants to be your husband. Wont easily admit it though.

[☾] He loves it when you play with his hair or pat his head, he thinks it's absolutely adorable, also won't admit it though. However, have you seen this man with his hair down? It's one of the rarest sights so appreciate it. He'll only let you see him like that.

[☾] He's very much the jealous type. You're his lover, and if anyone tries to make a move then I hope they learn better in their next life- whoops?? But hey, he does this cute little growl thing when he's jealous or angry and its cute as fuck so <3

[☾] While we're on this topic, dating him is like having your own personal bodyguard. This man will literally protect you from anything and everything, whether you know about it or not. Sometimes you'll try to tell him that it's okay and you don't need to be protected all the time but it deadass goes in one ear and out the other.

[☾] Had no idea what 'big spoon/little spoon' meant until you showed him. It was an instant KO, cause he absolutely loves being in your arms. It doesn't matter that he's built as fuck and way taller than you, he's the little spoon.

[☾] Keep him away from the fucking kitchen please dear god- man can't cook for shit. He nearly burned the house down once, and no that's not an exaggeration. So he greatly appreciates when you cook for him, or even if you just go out and get food.

[☾] Oh, he may think its dumb yikes but he'll happily sit out in the rain with you. Maybe even dance with you too if that's what you want, but expect those cliche rain kisses, cause he lives for them.

[☾] All in all, your the only person that makes him feel all soft and fuzzy inside. You make him feel like he's more than just a 'monster' or the 'hero hunter.' You feel like home to him, a safe place where he can be himself and not worry about anything else, and god damn does this man love you.

[rein-ette]

Are you still working on your Commonwealth study? Do you have any thoughts on Arthur's relationships with his colonies apart from Canzuk + US?

Not properly, unfortunately with exams and then work I haven’t had mental/emotional capacity to do real research (and probably won’t for a while 😔). But I have continued to think about and develop certain relationships, and I think I also have old hcs I’ve never shared, so I’ll put those down!

Born into the Empire

Australia

@oumaheroes has already done such great hcs on him idk what I can add, but basically he was a little bit of a rowdy child, always breaking windows and shattering fancy pots, never able to sit still. I think rainbow once mentioned that Ken (short for Kenneth, my name for Aus) was a lot like England as a child in his curiosity and energy, and I wholeheartedly agree. But I think Arthur’s intensity was more inwardly directed, pushing him to pursue and master new talents and learn whatever he could, while Australia is a little more carefree in his love for the outdoors, exploring, jumping around and off things, little wild animals. Unfortunately for him, he was born in a period of the empire when Arthur was very serious about his kids education, and therefore often praised those who studied hard and learned fast, which really just wasn’t Australia’s cup of tea. Australia took this kinda hard and thought he was the “dumb” one in the family that Arthur was always scolding, but in reality Arthur knew and appreciated that Australias interests lay elsewhere — he was just a frustrated, tired, parent who really wanted to give his kids the best while also holding his empire together, two goals that were never going to fit well in the end and would completely exhaust him.

As Australia’s grown older he’s realized a bit of this (not entirely, though) and also that 1) he really did break a lot expensive things and cause general mayhem 2) scolding us Arthur’s way of showing he cares, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have payed attention to him at all 3) despite being a penal colony, he was still one of Arthur’s more “legitimate” children (being white and a boy) and was therefore still incredibly privileged — never having to question, for example, why it was that Arthur was his dad, if it should be this way, or if he had a seat at the family table at all (more on this later).

New Zealand

Zee, from birth, was a clear favourite. Obedient, calm, quietly intelligent, he would also later develop a blistering sense of humour which combined with his appearance made it overwhelmingly clear who’s child he was. If Ken questioned his place in the family because of his poor academic record and others did because of their appearance/race/other complications, Kaelan never had such problems; his siblings called him the “prince.” Zee, however, also had a charm that, like Matthew, endeared him to his siblings and mostly protected him from jealousy, though he certainly still had issues with being called a try hard, daddy’s boy, bossy, arrogant. Certainly as a child Zee was a little prideful and, under that unperturbed demeanour, willful, but he grew out of it by the 20th century and became one of those most trusted by Arthur, second only to Matthew. He’s also always been inseparable from his brother Australia despite their differences, and today they both have one of the healthiest and most amicable relationships with Arthur of any nation, let alone former colonies (family road trips, every summer).

Bermuda

I absolute fell in love with this girl after reading about here, once, in this fic by @shachaai, and after that my mind just ran away with me. For me, her human name given to her by Arthur just has to be Ariel — for the little mermaid reference, yes, symbolizing her connection to the sea and stunning good looks, but also because:

1. Ariel is a biblical name, meaning lion of God. This makes sense to me, because Bermuda began as a Portuguese trade post, so Arthur definitely consulted our resident bad catholic Port before naming her.

2. Ariel used to be boys name. This also makes sense, because I hc Bermuda was and still is a tomboy. Bitch is fierce, takes no prisoners, and has zero filter. Her letters to Arthur, which all the colonies sent so Arthur could keep an eye on things, were full of shit like “I swear to god if the Spanish don’t get out of my waters I might eat one of them,” and “father, I asked you for destroyers two months ago, and yet you sent them to Hong Kong — could you explain this most unusual occurrence, surely it’s not that you forgot”, and “thank you for the harpoon on my birthday, I caught a small shark a couple days ago and have sent you some of its teeth for your collection.” Arthur tolerates this attitude because he’s weak when it comes to girls; he absolutely spoils his daughters (and flushes like a 16 year old when a woman so much as bats her eyelashes at him). Yes, p*ssywhipped Arthur is a hill I will die on.

3. It also suits her because? Ariel? Shakespeare? The Tempest? Bermuda Triangle? Shipwrecks? Daughter-like figure of powerful and vengeful sorcerer? Yeah. And this girl is a fire spirit — she is so lively, snarky, clever. As she’s grown older she’s mellowed out a little, but still: a no shit taken, no fucks given type of gal.

4. Speaking of growing up, she’s also become quite the beauty. Shacha, if I’m remembering correctly, described her as dark skinned, wavy-haired, and green eyed and that image has been burned onto the back of my eyelids ever since. Those Iberian genetics really be pulling through for her, that’s for sure. Engport love child if I’ve ever seen one. Definitely one of the prettiest in her family.

Singapore

I’ve already mentioned this to needcake, but I’m not too big a fan of canon Singapore, so this is my oc version. Singapore is fascinating to me because it had only a very small local population before it became a colony (The original settlement had actually been destroyed by the Portuguese about two centuries before the British started building a port there.) So nation-tans like Singapore and Bermuda really are Arthur’s children in the most direct sense of the word. And yet, Singapore is mostly ethnically Chinese, with Malays being the second largest group. Growing up Asian in a white, Victorian era family surely cannot have been easy and more than once Singapore probably wondered if there hadn’t been some mistake. To make up for the constant fear that he wasn’t “really” British, Singapore studied ferociously and had a truly terrifying work ethic. I’m not sure if this is common knowledge outside Asian circles, so I’ll mention that this hc comes from the fact Singapore is well known for having truly exceptional students and some of the most prestigious schools. Singaporeans score highly in literally everything and they have an advantage with good English learning environments, a highly desirable trait in Asia, but these results come from brutally long hours — and its really saying something that they’re known for working hard, considering the studying ethic of students in Korea, Japan, and China aint nothing to sneeze at, either. To me this actually fits really well with Singapore’s upbringing in Arthur’s household, because Arthur himself prizes intelligence and hard work above all else, being a workaholic himself.

As for their relationship, it was probably the best when Singapore was young and peaked in the 1930s with the massive naval base the British built at Singapore, at the time the largest dry dock in the world. Singapore was a well-behaved child, not necessarily introverted but not rowdy either, and all the way into his teenage years he truly admired Arthur and was proud to be a part of the British Empire, despite his lingering unease and insecurities. The British defeat in World War II, however, was a massive turning point. He had worked his ass off to be a good son, a good brother, to contribute to the only family and system he had ever known, and he had thought by the 30s he was finally on his way to becoming a fine adult. And suddenly, the British surrender brings his entire world crashing down. He had followed the rules faithfully thinking it was his destiny, but suddenly it was clear that all rules were made up. Of course, his insecurities exploded. If the empire was a ruse, what the hell was he? A part of the illusion? He couldn’t have a truly Asian identity, because many of the old East Asian nations shunned him for his Western upbringing, and he could not entirely understand their values either. So he was a kid who kinda had to figure out late and very very suddenly who the fuck he was and wanted to be.

And, well, he’s done pretty well for himself, hasn’t he. After having a total crisis and questioning everything, I think Singapore slowly started to realize that just because the British Empire as a political entity didn’t last forever, that didn’t mean that his entire childhood and identity weren’t real. The love he gave to his siblings and the love he got back, the hard work he put in, his bond with Arthur and the safe, happy childhood he had — those memories and feelings didnt have to be diminished by what came after. Essentially, he learned the lesson all nations have to learn, which is that one needs to be able to discern between duties as a nation and feelings as a human being, and to some extent keep them separate to protect both.

Whoooooo ok I’ll stop there because this turned into a dissertation, sorry. Let me know if there are any specifics u want me to elaborate on or anything I missed, but I’ll leave this here for today :)