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mtchee · 2 months

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Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tamaki Amajiki] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

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As your schools decide to team up for a term long integration project, you're eager to prove your worth as an aspiring young hero. LOUD AND PROUD! That's who you are! So when you're paired with none other than one of U.A's Big Three, Tamaki Amajiki, your heart shatters when he flinches away from you before you can even utter a word. He gives you a brief, stammered apology--and that's when you realise that maybe, just maybe, your dearly fated had been a cruel mistake. Your own soulmate is terrified of you without even knowing you. So perhaps, it's for the best that you pipe down and let him find someone else to better suit his needs.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, tamaki is a sweetheart, [name] is outgoing and loud, minor angst, fluff!!!, mentions of two non-canon side characters, smitten [name], anxious but doting tamaki, ugh [name] and tamaki are so cute smh, idk how i feel abt the ending i hope it's okay T-T

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"U.A, HERE WE COME!"

"Shut up, [name]," One of your classmates, Kaori, scrunches his nose at you disdainfully, "you're the reason no one talks to us."

"What..."

Karina, his sister, snorts while you deflate, "It's okay to be excited, [name]. Ignore him. Let's show U.A what we're made of!" She fist pump the air to distract you, and it evidently works when you copy her with a happy whoop.

All third-year hero course students have been gathered to battle ground A and B where they would mingle with the other school's class.

One of the teachers, Miss Midnight, claps her hands and swiftly garners the attention of each student.

"Alright, everybody~" She grins widely with lidded eyes, "time to pair you off with a new buddy! Don't be shy now~ We'll be calling out your names and pitting you against another duo. Now-"

You bound your way over to a tall, spiky eared U.A. student who stands with hunched shoulders and a lowered head once your name is called. Just moments prior you saw him with two others, a broad set blond and a pretty aqua toned girl, both of whom nudged him in your direction before heading to their own partners.

Oh! How cool! He's one of the big three in U.A!

Excitement courses through you at the prospect of working with him, after all, you're not bad yourself!

Taking ground beside him, you stick out a hand and take in a breath before your heroic introduction--when he flinches away at your sudden movement.

A squeak escapes him and he quickly puts more distance between you. Before you can even blink, he's bowed sharply by the waist, murmuring trembling apologies at how your loudness had startled him--but the ringing in your ears has long since drowned him out.

Your wide smile sits stiff on your lips, features frozen as a cold wave drenches you at the feeling of your soul words tingling on your right shoulder.

He's... I-I scared him..? Your heart shatters at the realisation that in your boister, he's never once lifted his head to look at you, and you notice him trembling ever so slightly.

I'm... my soulmate's scared of me..? And then a hopeful thought crosses your mind, oh! I'll just be quiet then! Then he'll like me, right?!

Instead of replying to his flurry of apologies, you take a step back as to respect his space and bring your outstretched hand down to your side. You mimick his bow, smile softening as to not seem so overbearing.

When your shadow moves, Amajiki shakily glances up, eyes wobbling when you stand upright again and make an effort to give him a small, hurried wave, as though restraining your energy.

Ah! Yes! He's looking at me now! You positively beam, aura brightening tenfold and he looks panicked, swiftly diverting his anxious gaze. R-Right, you sweatdrop to yourself, keep it toned down...

"You're so quiet, it's weird," Kaori deadpans, eyeing you skeptically from across the lunch table as he sips through the straw of his milk box.

You look up from your half bitten chicken katsu sandwhich, cheeks buldging with food, "you fink sho?"

He grimaces at you, disgusted, "chew your food first, scrub."

You pay him mind, chewing thoroughly and swallowing before speaking again, "I met my soulmate today! He doesn't like loud things though, so I'm practicing."

"Practicing..?"

Karina gasps, dropping her chopsticks in her udon, "Wait--you met your soulmate!?" You bark a laugh at her incredulous look, the noise loud and reverberating.

"Yeah!" Feeling giddy, you take another big, aggressive bite of your sandwhich to quell it, "he's shoooooo cute!"

"I said chew, you neaderthal!" Kaori pegs his empty milk box at you, at his wits end with your brash manner. His sister retaliates by throwing her full one at him, and he yelps, barely dodging it and it goes scattering across the floor behind him.

"We were talking!" She hisses before turning back to you with sparkles in her eyes, "really!? Ohmygod, what's he like?!"

You barely open your mouth before someone interrupts.

"Hey there!" The large blond from before stands at the end of your table with a wave in greeting. A sheepish smile sits in his face at having disturbed your conversation, "hah! Sorry, mind if we joined you for lunch?"

"Hi, Mirio!" Karina smiles back, "sure! The more the merrier." She ignores her twin brother's protesting grumbles, "[name], this is Mirio, he's my collaboration partner this term."

Behind the broad blond pokes out a recognisable head of wavy aquamarine hair, and Kaori grumbles even more, sinking low into his seat with a grumpy frown.

"Oh, hey! Kaori!" The girl gasps happily, bounding over to steal the seat beside him, "what a coincidence, huh?" She giggles.

The dark haired male rolls his eyes, "More like a curse..."

She turns to you, ignorant to his brooding, "Hihi~ I'm Nejire Hado! How cool! Kaori and I were partnered up too! Oh, and that's Tamaki Amijiki!"

When a familiar head of indigo hair is forcibly thrust into the centre of attention, your face erupts with warmth and an ecstatic smile quickly crosses your lips. You perk up in your seat with a gasp, though you swiftly silence yourself and instead give an aggresively friendly wave.

The elf eared student only really glances up at the table briefly before his nerves get the best of him, and his back hunches lower. He sends an acknowledging nod in your direction though, and your heart skips a beat.

Karina looks at you worriedly at your sudden silence, though your excitement is extremely palpable. She can practically see the giddy flowers dancing around you. Kaori couldn't care less.

"Oh, [name], do you already know Amijiki-san?" You nod frantically, and that's when it clicks for her. Karina's mouth drops and the looks between you and the former, and her eyebrows raise in understanding.

"A-Ah..! He's your project partner?"

"Wow! What a coincidence, huh?" Mirio gasps, bouyed by the revelation, "we promise to do our very best!"

"Us too!" Karina fist pumps the air, you copying with a happy mhmph! Nejire giggles, leaning in to participate while Amajiki trembles in the corner.

Kaori rolls his eyes at the amount of sunshine in the group, "riiiight..."

Over the following weeks, your school and U.A. continue to work together, occasionally switching partners in combat training to simulate on-sight collaboration with other heroes you'd meet on field.

Though for the majority, you worked with Amajiki. He's strong, incredibly so.

His usual demeanour would've had you underestimating him if you hadn't been paying attention. But particularly since he was your soulmate, you knew he was powerful from the get go. You want to be just as strong.

You like being around Amijiki; he's quiet, but he's very observant. He doesn't really talk to you all that much outside of training, though sometimes you tail him around break time and he doesn't seem to mind.

That, or he's too scared to tell you off.

Hm.

He cares though! Like that one time where you were sparring Mirio, you were awed by the the power of his quirk--the power that he gave his quirk, and simultaneously overwhelmed by it. You were fired up from the challenge, determination burning in your eyes, and you spent the remainder of the day pushing yourself.

That same energy pushed you throughout that week, and by the end of it, you were burning yourself out. You didn't let it stop you though, testing the limits of both your quirk and physical capabilities even when others retired for the day.

You hardly gave your bruises the time to heal, only slapping on a salve when you let yourself have a water break before getting back to it again.

In-class training had you beaming beside him as you worked together, though he noticed you tanking too much all at once.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage to look you in the eyes with a fearsome glare and sat you down with some mineral water and tasty snacks from his vest. Then he deflated and apologised in a panic before scurrying off to get Recovery Girl to see you before you moved.

You repaid him in a flurry of grateful bows and a bag of some of your favourite treats that you forcefully thrust into his hands before running off.

You never directly spoke to him, knowing you often had a hard time controlling your volume. So, you settled for vast, obvious movements--like a big game of charades.

You made sure to keep this up at lunchtimes too, where you'd talk boisterously with the twins before immediately silencing yourself as soon as Amajiki came into your sights. And you'd always greet him with an elated smile and a frantic wave.

Mirio and Nejire are quick to catch on to your switch ups, where you happily explain: "Amajiki-kun doesn't like a lot of loud noises, so I've been practicing on quieting down."

They looked rather confused while you hummed, unbothered, and then excused yourself to brush up on your training. You didn't think anything of it, they're his friends after all! Of course he doesn't mind them being loud.

Besides, he's warming up to you now! Just, slowly.

Very slowly.

By the end of the term, most of your energy has dwindled, and the signature light in your eyes has hazed over.

You've immersed yourself in your training, tossing yourself into the throes of it all with minimum breaks as a means to extend your limits. With every new task, you volunteer to be the first. When there's a new optional training segment, you're up at the crack of dawn, rearing to go.

Your drive has always been phenominal, but it's gotten dangerously extensive.

"[name]?" Mirio and Amajiki spot you on training ground B way before the day's classes even begin. You perk up at the sound of your name, seeing them in turn and grinning widely, waving them an obnoxious greeting.

Mirio smiles back, though Amajiki's brows crinkle upward worriedly.

"The day's barely started yet, you know? You're here early."

You can't help but give Mirio a sheepish grin and a shrug, your skin glossed over with a thin layer of sweat from exertion.

"...Have.. have you eaten yet?" Amajiki's quiet question has your gaze snapping towards him; he doesn't flinch away this time. You beam inwardly at that.

You give a polite shake of your head, no, and then wave off their looks of concern with a fluid gesture of your hand--you'll pick up something later.

Everyone notices you dozing at lunchtime, your presence not as exuberant as usual. Your motions aren't quite as energetic, and sometimes you stare off into space with glazed eyes. Kaori chalks it up to an off day, and Karina reluctantly agrees.

But then the pattern continues, and your light seems to dim while your silence grows dull.

You look... sad.

It's nothing you won't be able to get over though! At least, that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Gradually, over weeks of silent pining, you've come to realise that--maybe, it's useless after all.

Since meeting Amajiki, you've done everything you could think of to get him to like you a little more.

While before you were loud, you're quiet now!

And everyone likes friendly people, you don't see yourself as someone mean, so you've made sure to be as approachable as possible.

He often startles at your sudden movements, so you've taken to bottling your energy and restraining your movements to more gentle, fluid motions.

Sometimes, when you smile a bit too brightly, you noticed he'd turn around or look away, so instead, you'd cover your mouth and crinkle your eyes--that way, he'd still know that you're happy without having to see such an uncomfortably wide smile.

Oh, and he'd get all red and uncomfy when you subconsciously lean into his space, stumbling over his words with a trembling frown, so you try and place yourself away now--you know he likes his own space.

But... he still doesn't seem to like you all that much.

Maybe the whole soulmate thing was a mistake this time around. He still looks away when you smile at him, and he turns away and shakes even when you sit across from him.

Amajiki will talk to you during training, but only really because he has to since you're partners.

You must just not be his kind of person, you think. You've always been told that you're a bit too much, so, you guess they're not really wrong.

Wow, you must look so silly following after him like a puppy, when he's clearly trying to keep his distance.

Amajiki is shy and quiet; he's determined, but thoughtful. He's powerful, but gentle.

While you're loud and shameless; excitable, but stubborn. You're kind, but impulsive.

Amajiki is everything that you're not, and you see that now. Despite your will to change, you'll never be what he needs. You think, he'll want someone who's more subtle. Headstrong, but understanding. He'd like someone who can stand strong, but isn't overbearing--someone who can calm his nerves and help him see the positive in things with a gentle tone.

You respect Amajiki. It's why you still refer to him so formally while the others have given you permission to call them by their given names. He hadn't given you explicit consent to either, so you suppose it makes sense anyway.

There's only a couple weeks left in the term.

You don't mind staying silent now, there's nothing to say. The light in your eyes isn't the same anymore, and any remainder of your energy only trickles into your presence.

You like listening to Amajiki talk. He doesn't say a lot, but when he does you like to listen. That's a perk to your silence, you suppose. If you were still as loud, you probably wouldn't hear him.

"Um, [name]..?" Amajiki tugs you aside after conjoined training in one of your remaining weeks, "a-are you okay? It's just, you've been... kind of quiet, recently..."

Quiet? That's a good thing, right? You perk up hopefully, though it shatters just as quick as it comes. When you look up, Amajiki's features a curved into a frown.

Right, nevermind. Don't be so stupid. You make sure not to look him in the eyes when you give him a carefully placed smile--not too wide, so it won't scare him away, but not too subtle so you look ungrateful--and nod your head softly.

"You-..-you used to talk a lot, y-you know," his shaky voice stops you in your tracks after you turned to head to your next session, "at least, you did more before I showed..."

Your brows pinch in concern at the hitch in his voice, and you look back to see him with a bowed head, nervously clutching the fabric of his hero costume. His shoulders are tense, trembling with the urge to run, but he steels himself.

"U-Um..." and then he glances up, eyes connecting with yours and he forces himself to stay. His pupils dilate, and he gasps sharply, lips thinning. He swallows anxiously, and then furrows his brows in determination.

"If I've done something to offend you, I-I'm so sorry..! But... I'm..-w-we're all really worried about you." Amajiki bows his head, resolve wavering and he's unable to retain eye contact, "and... I'm really worried about you... it's just, you haven't been the same, fo-for a while."

Oh. Your heart drops, so it really was all for nothing. You hum softly, looking off to the side dejectedly before deciding well, it doesn't matter anyway.

"I like you, Amajiki-kun," Your words have him snapping his head up, eyes impossibly wide while his left calf tingles, "um, I'm not... speaking too loud, am I?"

Your voice rings like a melody to his ears despite your nervous tone. At his stunned silence, your heart pangs painfully inside your chest, and you swallow thickly. Your head lowers, "sorry... I shouldn't have said anything."

"What?" The sharpness of his tone startles you, and when you look up again, shocked, and he looks just as surprised. He carries on nontheless, softer, though with an unusual firmness.

"You... why shouldn't you have said anything?" Amajiki looks pained as he repeats your words, "do you... you don't want--"

"No!" You interrupt, wide eyed at his doubt, "I-I just mean that, it'd be easier that way. And you wouldn't have to deal with such a noisy soulmate, and you could find someone you'd like-"

"W-Who are you to determine who I like?" He stands straighter now, his voice holding a certain finality that you find hard to refute.

I'm your soulmate! Is what you find you want to say, but the words die in your mouth at the hypocrisy of it.

Amajiki's gaze is fierce and unwavering, and you feel both honoured and fearful. This may be the longest he's looked at you for.

"You've known for so long, an-and were willing to leave me after this? Without me knowing?" He takes in a shaky breath, fist whitening with a grip exuding both his frustration and worry.

"You're my soulmate... m-my soulmate," he sounds awed at the fact, "...I've been waiting to hear your voice--for months, you know," his voice cracks, and it seems his courage has started to dissipate as his shoulders shrink. His cheeks flush pink from his admittance.

"I... You've been so friendly since we were partnered up. And, y-you get along so well with everyone... I got scared that you wouldn't like me because I was too... too quiet for you."

Your world stops at that. He thought what?

"I-I mean," he panics, "you were always laughing with your friends, an-and then we started hanging out and you didn't say much but you were always smiling, and then whenever you looked at me it'd make me too nervous, and when I get nervous I'm kinda sweaty so I look away. B-But then you started covering your smile, and I didn't know why, and then I felt bad because I wasn't seeing it anymore, and you started overexerting yourself so I got even more worried and then--"

"Amajiki-kun-" A bright smile had crept onto your face during his panicked ramble, and a familar red hue bursts onto his cheeks and he clenches his eyes shut. God, it's so obvious now!

"--and you don't even call me by my name," he almost seems to whine, pulling down the hood of his costume to hide. He starts trembling again, and you can't help but gasp before cooing at him.

"You want me to call you by your name?" Your eyes sparkle, and suddenly your light have been rejuvenated, "Tamaki?"

The male stiffens before slowly nodding, peeking out from beneath his hood with lidded eyes and wobbly lips. He can only make eye contact briefly before shying away--and it seems all your worries were for naught.

When you squeal and beam, clapping your hands excitedly, Tamaki can't help but smile. At the cost of enduring the attention your volume brings, he'd be more than happy to listen to you gush and spew about whatever.

Where he was once intimidated by your light, he now bathes in its warmth. And where you were once silenced by your own trepeditions, you now burst at the seams with unrestrained energy.

While you are loud, Tamaki is quiet; he likes to listen when you talk, and you are his voice when he cannot find his own.

Fate had not been mistaken.

It had just taken some fine tuning before you reached the perfect volume.

#x reader #character x reader #bnha x reader #mtchee's tea & story house #mtchee's library #mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #soulmate au #suneater x reader #amajiki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader

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luc3ks · 1 year

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Hope not to bother but but- your artstyle is literally amazing I love it so much!!! Idk if you still take art requests buut- shadow and sonic reading some book together? Ik sonic likes to read and it just seems right for shadow to read sometimes too so I just thought it'd be cute to see them reading together (I personally drew sonic and shadow info dumping on each other abt the books they read when they were separated tho lol)

Also also- what are the biggest differences/changes abt your au if there's any? Ik they're older and such but I tried to find what I could on the au and didn't find much ^^|| excited to learn though!!

had this simmering in my brain for a while

(also! I won't go super in depth here bc I don't wanna mess up my tag organization, but my main au is essentially just me and my friend's personal interp of the game timeline where we chose which games to make canon to the au, as well as coherently put our hcs together. they're older because I didn't want them to be stagnant in age and actually grow up alongside their character development :] I'll be happy to answer more asks abt it tho!)

#ask #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #the very hungry caterpillar spoilers #just in case there's any 5 year olds on here #luc arte

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livestock-and-bibles · 2 months

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Things I've Noticed During My Several Rewatches of The Doomstar Requiem

(Lock in, this is gonna be long)

Murderface is the only one out of the group to have a completely obscured face, possession foreshadowing perhaps? Also he lacks the golden streaks on the halo-esque circles behind them. Inch resting... (Not gonna talk too much abt when the scene goes red and the beam behind Murderface is dripping blood because I believe it's already been talked about before by others, and I don't want to include anything in this post that's already been discussed) Also I love how all of their weapons match their instruments

The way Toki doesn't even flinch when he gets alcohol poured on his wound is heartbreaking, likely either because the torture his parents put him through as a kid has given him a wicked pain tolerance or because he's so dissociated, similarly to how he behaves in Dethfam when his parents are around or Dethzazz when he's mentally in the punishment hole (I do believe this sort of catatonic state he's in is what's causing him to seem so much worse off than Abigail—though his untreated diabetes + Magnus targeting him more because of his relation to Dethklok probably also adds to it—he's likely not really eating or taking care of himself)

At first I thought that Magnus was feeding them dog food, but on closer inspection I actually believe it to be human remains. Yeesh. You can see it really looks like muscle fibers, and there's bones, as well as skin that still has hair on it. Magnus Hammersmith they could never make me like you

On the table is the Klokateer from Tracking/Ishnifus and The Challenge!!

I think it's interesting how much Nathan's fantasies look like Toki's! I just think it's neat! They're more similar than they seem :)

This is the most expressive we've ever seen Charles and it makes my heart hurt AUUGHH

The way Nathan licks his lips/teeth after the "How can I be a hero when my dick's as big as a shoe" line. DISGUSTING /affectionate

Does this fan look familiar? He should, because it's Dethklok's son, Fatty Ding Dong!! Good to see he's doing well lol, and his real name is Rick, we can also assume that at LEAST four years have passed since season 1, since in season 1 episode 10, he's said to be 14. Since he has a roommate now, he is likely to be around 18 years old

(Apologies for the low quality screencap I had to nab this from Youtube) I kind of wish that the animators didn't change this original animation for the end of The Fans Are Chatting. I just feel like Nathan pushing away the Klokateers is more symbolically relevant. Nathan is quite literally pushing away the safety and security his avoidance has given him, the hologram disappearing and the fans leaving is a metaphor for the fact that he can no longer keep himself deluded into thinking that everything is fine, he can't hide from the truth anymore

Almost all of the Rock A Roonie Fantasy Camp counsellors came to the Dethklok audition, there's even the depressed blues guy in the background. There's also Sammy Candynose from Snakes 'n Barrels, so I like to think that Pickles told him about the auditions

There's also the guitarist from Get Thee Hence

Toki's shadow!!! The wings!!!

The animals they take the form of match two of the guitars Brendon Small created with Gibson, The Thunderhorse and the Snow Falcon :D

It's super tiny but their smiles :'))!!! Also the way their parts play on different sides when you listen with headphones but then combine at this part makes me so crazy. Not only does Toki challenge Skwisgaar and inspire him to get better, but they're also having fun! Which I can imagine never really happened when he played with Magnus

Probably just an animation error but Skwisgaar is animated as his present day self here. Idk, just thought that was interesting

I think the order of the rest of the band joining in on the background vocals is really interesting, it goes: Skwisgaar, Pickles, Nathan, Murderface. Personally I choose to interpret it as a representation of how long it took each member to warm up to Toki as their rhythm guitarist, Skwisgaar was super fast since he was the one to choose him, Pickles was the one wanting a new guitarist in the first place, Nathan and Magnus seemed to be close, so it would definitely take more time for him to accept Toki as the whole Magnus situation would still feel a little raw, and Murderface is a professional hater so of course it took him the longest

I really love just how soft and content Murderface looks in Toki's fantasy. We all know he has a softer side and I think that either Toki perceives it, or possibly Murderface shows it towards him (Which I can believe because they're often together and they get along pretty well, Toki is probably the person Murderface gets along with the best actually)

I also want to mention that at this part of I Believe, Toki is no longer singing along with the other's background vocals, and is harmonizing with himself, which gets really sad when you realize that it's because this was just Toki remembering this to keep himself sane and he's actually kidnapped, hurt, and alone. Ouch :(

The drunk driver who crashed into the Jomfru brothers is the same guy who crashed into Nathan's second grade class in Dethgov. I guess there's only one drunk driver that exists in the Metalocalypse universe lol

I think we as a fandom need to appreciate Eric Jomfru more. He's such a real one. The way they make you care about him after he's already gone is so evil lol /affectionate

The way the Klokateers join in on this song makes me wonder if perhaps they view each other as brothers, or if there's just like a strong sense of brotherhood between them

The groupie on the left can actually be seen in Fatherklok at the beginning of the episode, as one of the women Skwisgaar has been with, so y'know what? She has valid reasons to be mad honestly

Murderface's pose up top always sends me, sir please calm down, keep it together king

Murderface holding his wrist :(

If you look closely, you can actually see that the Revengeancers are eating Ishnifus. Which is just,, utterly horrifying

In between the shots of the band and the assassin, there's so many inconsistencies in the placement of the characters. For the last two images, I just like to rationalize it as Pickles immediately attempting to run away, then noticing that the rest of the band is still there and being like "Oh shit we're squaring up? Ok I guess". I know it's just so Nathan can be in the center when they use the Dethlights but I just think it's funny

Also in the second to last picture, the way Murderface, typically the most cowardly of the band, isn't looking at the assassin, but instead, is looking worriedly at Toki, makes my heart hurt. I adore their relationship

Murderface is actually sleeping in Nathan's bed here. If you compare different shots of their bedrooms and beds, it's clear that this is Nathan's, you can tell from the striped pillowcase. I'm not gonna talk too much about this, mostly because I want to make a separate post talking about how Murderface is seen more than once sleeping in Nathan's bed when he's hurt/unwell. It's very sweet lol

ANYWAY! Thanks for reading these rambles, I love The Doomstar Requiem so much! I might make a post like this for Army of the Doomstar as well, and also just some analysis posts if I get the confidence lol. Big thanks to @ratskal for watching this a dozen times with me and pointing out things too. (I actually reached the max limit of pictures allowed in a post which is a little funny, I am so normal about this show /lying)

#metalocalypse #mtl #the doomstar requiem #tdr #toki wartooth #nathan explosion #william murderface #skwisgaar skwigelf #pickles the drummer

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snifsnoof · 2 years

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someone asked what königs personality is and tbh i dont think anyone can really decide so heres some headcanons of mine + respective doodles

me personally i interpret him as a gentle giant when hes not in combat, he def bends down everywhere he goes due to his height but still cannot for the life of him stop hitting his head on doorframes or whatever is in his direct path

i feel like theres also a lot of „sorry“ even if no ones looking (when he hits his head he apologises to the walls or smt, sometimes he almost knocks people over and he apologises profusely) idk i feel like hed be really polite (it cracks soap up every time)

his eyebrows would constantly be furrowed though as a result to him being nervous all of the time, he doesnt deal well with everyday interaction and prefers that the conversations held with him are strictly job related, he enjoys some one-on-one company sometimes too though (but it has to be specific people, he doesnt feel comfortable at all with people he doesnt know inside out)

i feel like hes really good with small animals or kids as well (relating to his childhood which i may or may not talk about in a future post)

on the battlefield however sweet mother of jesus that man is TERRIFYING he remains pretty expressionless when it comes to body language, hed kill with no remorse at all, stabbing, slashing, shooting his enemies, whatever would get the job done. the only thing reflecting his emotions are his eyes, that stick out and glow almost animalistically, its like they are an entity of their own, completely disregarding the sniper hood casting its shadows.

his eyes would be torn wide open, pupils locked in miosis, darting all around and scanning the area for his next move or target

könig would carry out his objective no matter what, he does not care much about how, when or who its a completely contrary to his "natural self". (i feel like he sometimes questions himself which side of him is the natural one though)

i have some headcanons about his upbringing/childhood too if u wanna hear abt those as well but i wont put them all in this post

#snifsnoof nerd stuff #my art #könig #cod #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #ghost #soap #horangi #körangi #korangi #headcanons #cod headcanons #mw2 headcanons #könig headcanons #mw2 hcs #i wonder how much of this is understandable

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grandlinedreams · 11 months

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I don’t know if you’ve done something like this before..but could maybe write about a time where reader took care of zoro and then one where he took care of you??

Thank you!!!

Absolutely I can do that for you!! Idk abt anyone else but the softness of taking care of someone when they're sick/hurt,,oof

[Heads up!: fluff, tiny bit of angst, Zoro being Zoro, mention of injuries, mention of being sick]

"Hold still."

Zoro tries to do as you ask, though the tickle of thread pulled through his skin makes him twitch, and he grunts when you swat at his upper arm. "What was that for?"

"I said hold still!"

"I'm trying, damn it!" Zoro huffs, brow furrowed as he does his best not to move any further. "Don't understand why you're the one doin' this anyways."

"Because Chopper is busy taking care of Luffy and Sanji," you explain, holding the black thread taut and snipping it. "And you were already injured, but you popped your stitches." You pause. "Would you rather I let you bleed to death?"

"Guess not."

You pause, raising an eyebrow. "You guess? That's not much of an answer, Zoro." Your expression softens. "Try not to get torn up too many times, okay? I worry about you."

"Don't have to," Zoro grumbles, then studies your handiwork of neat stitches rather the bleeding, ragged mess it'd been when he popped them. "Thanks, I guess."

"No problem." He listens to the click of the first aid kit, the shadow that falls over him as you stand. "Guess I owe you one."

"Not at all." You know he'll probably want to take a nap, and you prepare to take your leave before you glance at him. "We're crewmates, Zoro. We look out for each other."

"Yeah, fair point."

You watch as he leans back, mindful of the fold of his arms behind him as he closes his eyes. You wish you could do as he does, though you understand why he has the knack for sleeping anywhere.

Still, you smile. "Sleep well, Zoro."

ㅡ

You're burning up.

It'd been bad luck to get caught in a bout of nasty weather, the sudden switch from bright and sunny to cold and rainy coming with very little warning, even with Nami's skills.

You'd been busy making sure that the Sunny wasn't battered too badly by the swell of waves and fixing things that'd been shifted with the violent rocking to change clothes ㅡ and now you're paying for it.

Though Chopper had diagnosed it as nothing to be too worried about, Zoro still doesn't like the flush to your cheeks and heat that radiates from your forehead, your breathing strained and uneven.

So he takes it upon himself to keep an eye on you. If anyone asks, it's because his normal spots to nap have lost their appeal at the moment ㅡ but if the look Robin gives him is any indication, she at least knows there's more to it.

Zoro is far from a perfect caretaker, but he tries. He soaks a rag in cold water, squeezes it, then settles it on your forehead, hoping to bring your fever down. When it dries out, he repeats the process.

You drift in and out of fevered sleep, and he listens to the little mumbles ㅡ often of your crewmates, including him. He wonders what you're dreaming about that includes him ㅡ and if it's good.

He highly doubts that it's much in part to him, but he's still pleased when you finally wake enough to want food ㅡ and he goes to get it for you before you can protest.

"Don't need you gettin' everyone else sick," he tells you when he returns with a bowl of soup. (He hadn't even threatened to chuck it at Sanji, who'd been surprised at the lack of verbal barb from the swordsman.)

"What about you?"

He scoffs. "I don't get sick."

The look you give him says you're far from believing that, but you turn your attention to the soup instead. Managing to get at least half of it down, you let Zoro finish the rest of it. (Much as he hates that stupid cook, he does make good food.)

"Thank-you for looking after me." Zoro watches as you sink back down into the heavy mess of blankets, likes to think that there's a little more healthy color to your face.

"Yeah, yeah." He looks away. "It's like you said. We're crewmates, we gotta look out for each other." You stare at him, and he huffs. "Right?"

Your expression softens. "Right."

(You get better after another day or two. And when Zoro does actually catch what you had, you're the one who offers to take care of him.)

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: zoro.

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The Eternal Enigma 3

A/N: tbh idk how to feel abt this chapter I think I rushed it a bit but I do hope you guys enjoy!

Summary: Y/n navigates the unsettling grandeur of Sukuna’s palace and the opulent but daunting royal gardens. As she contemplates her role and isolation, she encounters Sukuna’s enigmatic presence and the complexities of her position. The evening’s ballroom event unfolds with a mix of curiosity and tension, highlighting the intricacies of her relationship with Sukuna and the expectations placed upon her

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The royal gardens of Sukuna’s palace were a strange anomaly in the otherwise bleak landscape. The fortress loomed dark and ominous, casting shadows across everything it touched. Yet here, past the deadened trees and desolate surroundings, the gardens remained alive in a way that shouldn’t have been possible.

The flowers, though muted in color, were still in bloom—faded pinks, grays, and purples adding a surreal beauty to the atmosphere. Their petals, fragile and worn, swayed in the faint breeze, as if clinging to life despite the gloom. The trees, though twisted and gnarled, stood tall, their branches arching like skeletal hands toward the sky. Shadows danced on the stone paths, and every footfall seemed to echo in the stillness.

Y/n walked slowly, her fingers brushing over the petals of the flowers, their softness a brief comfort amidst the harshness of the palace. This place, this peculiar garden, was the only spot in the entire fortress where she felt she could breathe. It wasn’t joyful, but it wasn’t suffocating either. It was a paradox, much like her existence here—caught between life and death, between freedom and captivity.

Her footsteps took her deeper into the garden until she reached the lake. The water was dark and still, reflecting the overcast sky above. She knelt by its edge, staring into the inky depths, her reflection staring back at her—a ghost of the person she once was.

What am I doing here? The thought had plagued her since her arrival, but now, more than ever, it pressed heavily on her heart. Sukuna was a monster, a demon king who had shown her cruelty and indifference, yet there was something else—something unexplainable that gnawed at her resolve. She wanted to hate him, to reject everything he stood for, yet she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't fully understand. Am I losing my mind?

She knelt at the lake’s edge, her fingers trailing through the cool water. The ripples distorted her reflection, and with it, her sense of self. How could she be drawn to someone who treated her like a mere object—like a pawn in his dark game? He was ruthless, manipulative, everything she despised. Yet, despite her efforts to convince herself of this, there was a small part of her that longed to know more. Was it madness? Or something darker inside her, something that responded to his power and control?

She closed her eyes, willing the confusion to fade. But the memories of his touch, his gaze, the way he carried her without a hint of concern, invaded her thoughts. She was terrified of him, yes, but there was also a dangerous allure in the way he wielded his power, the way his mere presence dominated everything around him. That pull was undeniable, and it terrified her more than anything else.

As she grappled with her emotions, she wasn’t aware of Sukuna watching her from a distance. He stood on a balcony overlooking the garden, his monstrous form a dark silhouette against the dim sky. The faint glow of his eyes followed her every movement. From his vantage point, she seemed almost ethereal against the desolate backdrop of the garden. The dying flora and eerie stillness contrasted starkly with her delicate beauty, her gown flowing around her like a whisper of vibrant color. Her profile was framed by the dim light of the setting sun, casting a soft glow that highlighted the contours of her face and the thoughtful furrow of her brow.

Despite himself, Sukuna’s gaze lingered on the grace with which she moved, the subtle sadness in her eyes stirring an unfamiliar twinge of empathy within him. He watched as she touched the surface of the lake, her reflection rippling in the water, and for a moment, the cold, imposing demon king seemed to waver, his expression softening ever so slightly.

Uraume, Sukuna’s trusted advisor, joined him on the balcony, their presence a stark contrast to Sukuna’s intimidating aura. Uraume observed Y/n with a contemplative gaze. “It isn’t so bad that she receives your attention,” Uraume remarked casually, their tone almost philosophical. “After all, she is here for a reason. She is to be your soon wife, and part of the reason you haven’t broken the curse yet.”

Sukuna’s gaze remained fixed on Y/n, though his expression remained nonchalant. “And what of it?” he responded, his tone betraying a hint of irritation. “This is hardly the time for such reflections.”

Uraume continued, undeterred. “Her presence here is a reminder of what you once were—something human, something more than just a cursed king. If there’s any hope of redemption, you’ll have to embrace that part of yourself.”

Sukuna’s eyes flickered with something unspoken, a fleeting moment of discomfort that he quickly masked with indifference. “Ensure that everything for the event tomorrow is set and ready,” he instructed Uraume, his voice dismissive. “I have other matters to attend to.”

With that, Sukuna turned and walked away, leaving Uraume to contemplate the weight of their words. The advisor remained on the balcony, watching Y/n for a moment longer before they too turned to attend to their duties.

As tomorrow evening reached Y/n stood in her quarters, the opulent room dimly lit by the flickering light of candles. She examined herself in the full-length mirror, her dress—a breathtaking creation of deep midnight blue with intricate silver embroidery—flowed elegantly around her. Despite the grandeur of the gown, she felt an unsettling self-consciousness settle over her. The anticipation of the evening gnawed at her, the echoes of whispered judgments and the weight of her father’s legacy hanging heavily in the air. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. Uraume entered, their presence a calming contrast to the tension Y/n felt. They observed her with an inscrutable expression.

“Shall we take a walk?” they suggested, sensing her inner turmoil.

They strolled through the palace corridors, their footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. As they take their time reaching to the ballroom, Uraume began to speak. “You’re probably wondering why you’re here, and why your role is more significant than just being Sukuna’s wife.”

Y/n turned to them, curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

Uraume paused, choosing their words carefully. “Sukuna is driven by power, and though he wears the mask of a demon king, there is still a sliver of humanity within him. The curse binds him to this state, but your presence here is not merely to be his wife. You are a balance, a bridge between his overwhelming power and the humanity he has all but lost. Your role is to restore a semblance of balance to the palace and perhaps to his soul.”

Y/n was taken aback, her mind racing. “But why me? My father is gone, and I am no longer part of society. Who else would have taken this role?”

Uraume’s lips curved slightly. “Your father’s passing and your subsequent estrangement from society left you isolated. In the eyes of the palace and its inhabitants, you have no allies. It’s a harsh reality, but it’s one that places you in a unique position. You’re here because there is no one else.”

Y/n absorbed this, the gravity of her situation settling in. “I suppose you’re right. I’m alone.”

The weight of Uraume’s words settled heavily on Y/n as they approached the ballroom. The opulent space before her was filled with the glittering elite of the court, their laughter and conversations mingling with the soft strains of music. The sight was overwhelming, and Y/n felt a pang of self-consciousness as she noticed the way people’s eyes turned toward her. Whispers followed in the wake of her entrance, their voices laced with judgment and curiosity. She was acutely aware of her father’s actions and their lingering impact on her status.

As she walked down the grand staircase, her gaze met Sukuna’s. He was surrounded by the elite, his aura commanding attention even amidst the sea of beautiful women vying for his favor. The juxtaposition of his dark, imposing presence against the glittering crowd was striking, as Y/n felt a wave of insecurity wash over her.

The royal council, including Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and Toji, awaited Y/n’s arrival with a blend of formality, warmth, and keen interest. The room seemed to hum with an undercurrent of curiosity as she made her way down the grand staircase, her gown a vivid splash of color amid the opulent surroundings. Gojo, with his trademark smile, was the first to step forward. His presence was both commanding and approachable, a rare combination that made him instantly memorable. He greeted Y/n with a courteous nod, his eyes reflecting a genuine interest beneath their usual aloofness.

“Lady Y/n,” Gojo said, his voice smooth and engaging. “How are you adjusting to life here?” Y/n offered a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s… an adjustment. I wasn’t aware of how isolated I would feel.”

Gojo’s gaze remained steady, his perceptive eyes taking in the nuances of her expression. He chuckled softly, the sound a mix of amusement and empathy. “Welcome to the elite, my lady. Though, I assume you’re finding this life more to your liking than the one you left behind.”

The question, though lightly framed, was pointed. Y/n’s eyes flickered with a momentary flash of discomfort. She hesitated, her thoughts grappling with the weight of her past and present. “I prefer not to dwell on the past,” she said, her voice firm but edged with underlying tension. “I’m more concerned about the evening’s events and my role in them.”

Gojo’s expression shifted, his smile softening as he detected the strain in her words. He had a knack for reading people, and it was clear he understood that her reluctance to discuss her past was significant. “Fair enough,” he said, his tone considerate. “Let’s focus on the present, then. It’s a night for making new impressions, not reliving old ones.”

As they moved further into the crowd, Gojo’s demeanor remained both engaging and respectful, allowing Y/n to feel more at ease despite the overwhelming environment. He skillfully navigated the conversation away from her discomfort, guiding her towards a more pleasant topic and easing the tension that had initially hung in the air. The exchange left Y/n with a subtle sense of relief, a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties that had defined her recent days.

As the music swelled, the ballroom was awash with shimmering light and elegant attire. Y/n was led to the center of the room by Sukuna, his commanding presence drawing every eye to them. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation, yet a palpable tension seemed to cling to the air.

Sukuna’s gaze was unwavering, his eyes fixed on Y/n with an intensity that was both captivating and unsettling. As they began to dance, their movements were a stark contrast to the refined grace of the other couples. Sukuna’s hold on her was firm, almost possessive, his touch assertive, as if he were marking his territory with each step. The dance floor seemed to shrink around them, turning their interaction into a private stage for a more dangerous game.

The music played on, its melody weaving a haunting backdrop to their dance. Sukuna leaned in, his voice low and laden with an almost predatory curiosity. “How do you find tonight?” His question, though seemingly casual, was edged with a deeper significance, a test of her fortitude.

Y/n, caught off guard by the weight of his tone, looked up at him with a mix of defiance and apprehension. “It’s… manageable. Uruame took me for a walk earlier, which helped ease some of my nerves,” she responded, her voice betraying a hint of tremor as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Sukuna’s lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile, one that held a hint of something darker. “So you understand why you’re here?” His voice carried a teasing undertone, as though he was savoring the moment and the discomfort it brought her.

Y/n hesitated, the gravity of his words pressing heavily on her. “To be your wife?” she ventured, her tone tentative, her gaze searching his face for any sign of truth.

Sukuna’s smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “to be my blessing,” he corrected smoothly. His words carried a chilling weight, as though he was reveling in the power he wielded over her, delighting in her confusion.

A shiver ran down Y/n’s spine. Her expression hardened, a flicker of frustration breaking through. “Don’t call me your blessing when you’ve treated me like dirt,” she said, her voice edged with a mix of hurt and defiance.

Sukuna’s smile remained, an inscrutable mask that barely concealed his amusement. “Dirt is what you get when you act like a brat,” he said, his tone a mixture of reprimand and dark amusement. “But I assume you like that. I feel your craving towards me.”

Y/n’s eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to maintain her composure. “What craving? I’ve tried to be civil while you have acted like a beast,” she retorted, her voice trembling with suppressed anger.

Sukuna chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that seemed to reverberate with dark pleasure. “Well, the ladies do seem to like the beast,” he said, looking down at her with an unsettling mix of condescension and predatory interest. As he spoke, Y/n felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, her irritation mingling with an unwanted, confusing attraction.

The dance, meant to symbolize their union, had devolved into a battleground of wills and hidden agendas. The music’s rhythm, once elegant, now seemed to underscore the darker undertones of their interaction, a harsh reminder of the power dynamics at play.

Sukuna’s breath was warm against her ear as he leaned in closer, his voice a whisper filled with a cruel edge. “You’re here to help me balance this curse, whether you want to or not.” he murmured, his words seeping into her thoughts like a poisonous fog.

Y/n’s heart raced, her mind reeling from the weight of his manipulation. She was ensnared in his embrace, his presence a potent mixture of intimidation and dark allure. His control over her was palpable, his grip firm and unyielding, anchoring her to his will. The more she struggled to understand her feelings, the more she felt herself being drawn into his dangerous game.

As the music drew to a close, Sukuna brought the dance to an end with a commanding flourish. The room erupted into applause, the guests’ cheers a stark contrast to the storm raging inside Y/n. She forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within her. The dance had exposed a new layer of Sukuna’s manipulation, deepening the shadows of doubt and desire that now clouded her heart.

As the applause for their dance began to fade, Sukuna’s grip on Y/n’s hand remained firm, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity of their exchange seemed to linger in the air, a tangible force that set them apart from the other guests. The ballroom, now a backdrop of muted conversations and swirling colors, felt distant and irrelevant compared to the charged space they occupied.

Y/n struggled to compose herself, her thoughts a turbulent mix of fear, frustration, and a reluctant allure. Sukuna’s presence was overwhelming, his influence nearly suffocating. She could feel the weight of his expectations, the oppressive nature of his power, and the way his manipulation had begun to seep into her consciousness.

As the music resumed, Sukuna guided her to the edge of the dance floor, his movements smooth and deliberate. The guests watched with keen interest, their whispers and glances weaving a tapestry of intrigue and speculation around the couple. Despite the crowd, Y/n felt acutely alone, isolated in her struggle against the dark allure of Sukuna’s control.

Sukuna leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that made her skin prickle. “The more you try to resist, the more you reveal your true desires.”

Y/n stiffened, her pulse quickening at his words. “I’m not playing any games,” she said, her voice strained. “I’m just trying to understand my place here.”

Sukuna chuckled softly, the sound rich with dark amusement. “Understanding your place? How many times are you going to ask me that, brat? You’re here to serve a purpose, and that purpose is to temper the curse that binds me. Your resistance only makes you more intriguing, more... desirable.”

His words, filled with possessiveness and predatory interest, made Y/n’s heart race. She tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding her firmly in place. The more she tried to resist his influence, the more she felt herself drawn to him, caught between her desire for autonomy and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you can escape this?” Sukuna asked, his tone a blend of mockery and challenge. “Your father’s actions have left you with no allies, no support. Here, you are nothing but an extension of my will, meant to provide me with an heir. The sooner you accept that, the easier it will be for both of us.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and desperation. “I am not a pawn,” she snapped, her voice trembling. “I refuse to be used as a tool for your power.”

Sukuna’s smile remained, but his eyes darkened with a more intense heat. “You’re already a part of my game, Y/n, ever since your useless father died,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “And whether you like it or not, you will play your role. The question is, will you do so willingly, or will you continue to resist and make it more painful for yourself?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she struggled to reconcile her feelings. The seductive promise in his words, combined with the overwhelming sense of his power, created a confusion that left her vulnerable. The line between fear and attraction blurred, making it difficult for her to maintain her resolve.

“You’re quite the enigma, Y/n,” Sukuna said, his voice smooth yet laced with a dark amusement. “It’s fascinating to watch you struggle with your own desires and fears. It only makes you more... interesting.”

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes reflecting a mix of defiance and vulnerability. “You’re not making this any easier,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “You keep talking about your curse, but all I see is someone using their power to manipulate others.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted to one of mock surprise. “Manipulate? Perhaps. But I assure you, everything I do is to ensure that the curse remains balanced. You’re not just a pawn, Y/n. You’re a crucial part of this delicate equilibrium.”

Y/n’s frustration boiled over. “You speak of balance, but all I feel is your need for control. You talk about my role as if it’s something I can simply accept, but you’re not giving me any real choice.”

Sukuna stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “Choice is an illusion, Y/n. You were brought here for a reason, and whether you choose to accept it or not doesn’t change the fact that you are bound to this fate.”

Her heart raced as she grappled with his words. The seductive promise in his tone, coupled with his oppressive control, left her feeling trapped between her desire for freedom and the magnetic pull of his dark charisma.

“You think you’re the only one caught in this game,” Sukuna continued, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “But you’re not alone. We’re bound together by this curse, and whether you like it or not, you will play your part.”

Y/n’s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and fear. “And if I refuse to play along? What then?”

Sukuna’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. “Refusal will only make the game more complicated. But don’t worry, I have ways of ensuring you remain... motivated.”

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