#in things like the mc marketplace especially

[single-malt-scotch]

Idk if anyone talked about it but like on an impulse's stream a few days ago I guess ppl were pointing out how light skinned bdubs' character was on that graffiti and scar was confused by that, and on impulse's stream he actually mentioned it to him bc bdubs himself didn't actually think about it. Obvious from a viewer pov we notice the difference between him model skin versus that graffiti, it's obviously different. But from the irl perspective, and someone I wondered about myself, is that bdubs' was like. "idk if I'm white" lol. And it's a valid thing to question tbh and I hope some fans here heard that. He knows he has middle eastern descent and he recognizes that but it seems he never thought about whether or not he considers himself white or not, especially in the context of not thinking twice about the block color on the wall. I'm not saying this to make any kinda point I'm just mentioning it bc I found it interesting hear him actually kinda address that fact

[cozage]

hiii!! i love you’re writing sm, been following you for awhile but haven’t sent in a request before!!

i’ve been craving for some sanji angst as a treat… i was thinking a scenario where the mc and sanji fall in love but can’t be together due to various reasons (like them being on different crews & can’t seeeach other enough, etc). i want LONGING i want PAIN i want STAR-CROSSED LOVERS… if you want to write it ofc :)

remember to take breaks and stay hydrated and healthy !! take care <3

Hi! I need a few more days to recoup, but Monday I’ll be back with TDR. Here’s another small thing I wrote while I’ve been away.

This is going to be fun four-part mini series 💕 Here's part one!

Characters: female reader x Sanji CW: none Word Count:1k

Introduction

He came into your life like a knight in shining armor. 

Not that you needed one. But it was certainly nice to have. 

You had been shopping for your crew, trying to find the correct ingredients to prepare some of your best dishes. You never knew what the New World had in store, so it was best to stock up when you got the chance. 

And then a group of men shoved you to the ground, demanding your money and your possessions. 

You were just about to teach them a lesson when a blonde-haired man roundhouse kicked them all at once, instantly knocking them unconscious. 

“Are you okay, my lady?” He asked, extending a hand out to you. 

“Yes, thank you.” Normally you wouldn’t have taken a stranger's offer to help you up, but his blue eyes only showed kindness in them. 

As you stood to your feet and brushed yourself off, the man instantly began picking up your scattered belongings. 

“That’s okay, I can pick them up.”

“Nonsense.” He smiled at you, holding out your basket with all of your things neatly packed inside. “A lady shouldn’t have to pick up things off the ground.”

You ignored his chivalry. “Is there anything I can do to repay you for helping me out with those thugs? I have money-“

“I will not take money from a lady,” the blonde said, a smirk on his face. “But I would like a date.”

Oh he was bold. Very bold. You weren’t sure how you felt about it, but he had piqued your interest. 

“Very well,” you smiled, trying to ignore the blush rushing to your cheeks. “Take me on the best date you possibly can, er-“

“Sanji,” he said quickly. “My name is Sanji.”

You introduced yourself as well, and then he led you off away from the marketplace and toward the coast. 

You were a bit delusional, letting a strange man take you on a date. Perhaps you had hit your head when you were pushed down. It was about the only explanation for doing this. You were normally so cautious, especially when it came to pirate ports on the Grand Line.

“What are you thinking about, my dear?” His question jerked you from your thoughts. 

“Honestly?” You chuckled. “I’m thinking how insane it is that I’m going off alone with some stranger. You could kill me and nobody would even know I was gone.”

“Sure that’s not true,” Sanji said, scowling. “You have to have someone who cares about you.”

You shrugged. “My crew is all I’ve got.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re a pirate?”

You gave him a teasing smirk. “Does that scare you?”

“Not at all,” he hummed. “It must be quite the life.”

“It’s a good life. Better than I had before.” You instantly regretted your words. You shouldn’t have given him a reason to pry. 

But he didn’t ask any further questions, thankfully. The two of you arrived at the coast just in time to see the sun begin to sink behind the waves. 

“Unfortunately I don’t have much time to make your date perfect. I’m afraid we’ll have to settle for a sunset on the beach.” Sanji sounded disappointed, but you appreciated something simple. 

“You shouldn’t try too hard on the first date anyway. You can’t show all your cards at once,” you said in a joking tone. It’s not like you’d get another date with him. You’d be gone by sunrise. 

“What is your dream date?” Sanji asked. “For next time.”

You laughed at his joke now, but you thought long and hard about your answer. You couldn’t be this vulnerable with your crew. It was nice to have someone who wanted to hear your opinion on things. 

“This is pretty close,” you admitted. “A sunset on the beach. I would just have to add a bottle of wine.”

Sanji raised a curly eyebrow at you. “That can’t be all.”

You sighed. It wasn’t. 

“Flowers,” you said. “I’d like a guy to bring me flowers. Oh! And have somebody cook for me for once. And…” you bit your lip, embarrassed to say the next part. But Sanji’s encouraging gaze pushed you on. 

“I really want to go dancing.  Even if it’s just a dance with street music. It’s silly, I know-”

“It’s not silly, mon cherie.”  His eyes were aglow listening to you speak, and you felt like for the first time in your life, you had finally been heard. 

You smiled back at him and returned your gaze to the sunset, silently watching it sink beneath the sea. 

“Are you a cook?” Sanji finally asked. “You said earlier you wanted someone to cook for you.”

Your face scrunched at his question. “I’m not very good, but my crew mates don’t complain too much.”

“I’m sure you’re amazing,” Sanji said. “I’ll cook for you every day, if you want.”

You wanted to stay with him. You wanted to ask him to join your crew, but your captain was strict on who he let in. You couldn’t even extend the offer to this amazing man in front of you. You’d have to break his heart instead. 

“I can’t stay here, Sanji,” you finally whispered. “I’ll be gone by morning.”

Sanji grabbed your hand and held them tightly. He didn’t look sad though. He looked hopeful. 

“Our paths will cross again,” he promised. 

“I hope the fates allow that to happen.”

And with a quick kiss on the cheek, you left him on the beach, hoping that somehow, he was right. 

--

You missed him desperately. You thought about him constantly. Every time you landed on an island, a piece of you searched for his blonde hair and blue eyes. You knew you wouldn’t find him, but you still had to search. 

“Are you okay?” your captain, Berk, finally asked you. “You’ve been different recently.”

“I’m fine,” you said. “I just made a connection with one of the locals on an island recently. I kind of miss him, that’s all.”

Berk raised his eyebrow at you at the mention of you missing another person who wasn’t on the crew, and you could see his body tense. 

“Come on girl.” He gave a nervous laugh. “You know we’re the only family you’ve got.”

You gave a sad smile and turned back to the meal you were preparing. “I know, Berk. I know.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heyyy brainrot first of all how is life? How are you and your health? And second can you write something about mc falling asleep somewhere awkward while waiting for M6 or MC who is into crossdressing thank you

The Arcana HCs: When MC falls asleep waiting for the M6

~ @godslayer143 hiya! One of the first people who ever sent me a request, it's good to hear from you! I'm okay but this is my third back-to-back 12 hour shift now, so forgive my writing if it feels especially sleepy lol. Hope you enjoy these friend - brainrot ~

Julian

You two were hanging out at the Rowdy Raven after a very long week and he got sucked into a drinking game while he was getting another round for the two of you

The corner booth you have is warm, the sound is muffled from here, the lighting is dim ...

And when he finally returns with drinks for his beloved he sees you slumped in your seat with your head pillowed on your arms, passed out in Vesuvia's sketchiest tavern

He feels pretty bad, he knows it's his fault, and if even if it isn't he'll still take the blame

Gives the drink refills to the group next to you and carries you home

Correction: he attempts to carry you home. It doesn't matter how big or small you are, he just consumed an unholy amount of alcohol and has noodle arms

Malak gets tired of his master's dramatics and swoops by, cawing loudly in your ear and flapping away before Julian can swat at him

You wake up and walk the rest of the way home while he apologizes for leaving you for so long

Immediately hustles you to bed when you get home

Asra

A whole guild's worth of traveling merchants set up shop in a corner of the marketplace and they couldn't stay away

They're selling things that even he hasn't seen or heard of before, and he's going setup by setup, collecting stories and traveler's tips and free samples

You've been sleepy all day, you've found a shady corner to sit down in, the wall you're leaning against is warm from baking in the sun all morning, and you're out before you can count to ten

When they make their way back to you and notice you're asleep, they spend a good seven minutes crouched in front of you with a lovesick gaze

The way your chest rises and falls, the way your eyelids twitch, the way the bustle of the marketplace seems so far away like this, you're perfectly enchanting

Faust will eventually nudge him back to reality and he'll gently shake you awake

They'll hold your hand the whole way home, staying relatively quiet so as not to wake you up too much

Once you two get back he'll pull you into bed and snuggle you back to sleep. You're just so cute like this!

Nadia

Dinner was supposed to be at eight, you made it to your seat by seven fifty-four, and it's past nine pm now

You know why Nadia hasn't appeared yet. Chandra appeared an hour ago with a note saying that an important meeting was running late and she'd only be a few minutes

You're not upset with her, this is the last thing she needs to sort out before a weekend away

Your head is tilted back, cradled by the top of the carved chair, the cushion you're sitting on is plush, and now you're dozing off

Chandra watches owlishly as your mouth slowly drops open from the strange sleeping position and you begin to lightly snore, arms dangling

When Nadia appears at nine-fifteen, your eyes are being shielded from the light by a downy wing belonging to a judgemental bird

She'll kiss you awake, wrap her arm around your waist, and half-carry you to her chambers

Dinner is now to be brought to her room

She is also going to drag you to her private bath and pamper you with the most luxurious night routine she has available

Chandra will get a treat later

Muriel

You were walking with him early one morning to replace one of the protective charms around the hut

He hadn't asked you to accompany him, but you wanted to learn more about his magic, so when you felt him roll out of bed you shook yourself awake and joined him

Replacing the charm is a slow process, the sky is silver before dawn, and Inanna's warm and solid against your back, and, and -

- and when Muriel turns back from his work, you're buried in Inanna's fur, fast asleep

He'll move so slowly, so carefully, so as not to wake you up

He'll carry you back through the woods, cloak draped over you like a blanket, while his familiar keeps her ears perked for any threats to your sleep

There's a bit of fumbling at the hut door trying to open it without shifting you too much but he manages

He's wide awake now, so he'll gently tuck you back in bed while he makes breakfast for the two of you

When you do wake up properly, it's to a warm, hearty breakfast and a peeved wolf (Muriel was so insistent on waiting for you that he didn't let her get started either)

Portia

You were waiting for Portia to arrive back at the ship to begin the journey home

It's been about fifteen minutes, so you climb a bit of the rigging to look for her figure making its way down the dock

It's been a very busy week of negotiations and late state dinners, and you've ended up in a bit of netting that feels very similar to a hammock ...

Portia has a hard time keeping her laughter quiet when she spots you dangling above deck, tangled in the rigging and completely dead to the world

She'll pull you down, netting and all, and haul you back to her cabin to let you sleep in a slightly comfier spot

And then she stays to disentangle you

And then she sees how calm you are, and feels how tired she is, and the crazy week is finally over, and the ship is already heading out to sea, and the bed looks really cozy right now ...

You both wake up as the sun is setting to a little paw gently batting at your faces. Pepi smells dinner cooking and she's hungry

Unbeknownst to you, the entire ship's crew saw you napping mid-air, and you will become a legend among the sailors

Lucio

It's just after lunch, you're on the road, and the map you two picked up at the job listing site isn't as easy to read as it should be

At least, that's what Lucio is grumbling under his breath as he insists on navigating for you so you can rest

And rest you do, after the first ten minutes. The sign for this particular cross roads is solid and sturdy, and the grass beneath it is dry and warm

Lucio doesn't realize you've fallen asleep until Mercedes yips at him, Melchior awkwardly propping you up with his head so you don't fall over

He thinks it's hilarious at first

Until he looks around for potential threats and realizes for himself how peaceful and drowsy the afternoon is

He'll pick you up and set you down a little ways from the road and flop down next to you with your packs as pillows

Mercedes and Melchior watch in slight concern as he dozes off next to you, map completely forgotten in favor of a snooze

They will grudgingly keep watch until Lucio starts to sunburn, at which point they'll lick you both awake and herd him down the correct path

[rottenraccoons]

Not sure if this has already been asked yet, but how did the team come up with the four love interests in the first place? I feel like the hardest part of developing a character is figuring out how to start. All four feel so wonderfully complex, and are not very "trope-y," which is what I struggle with the most. Thanks!

Aw, thank you! I love answering stuff like this, so I decided to go through my process on Keir and rambled a bit. I'll put my answer under a readmore for brevity.

For us, we started building Obscura with the idea that we wanted to do something dark and mature, and began with developing a setting. Once we picked and started building out the marketplace under the mountain, we could start asking ourselves "why would anyone go to this place?" and work from there. (Vesper's fractum anima is one answer to this question that we really liked for the MC.)

"Thief" feels like a pretty natural role for a marketplace, and Tobi made it clear that she wanted to develop a very dark character, so I thought a more heroic Robin Hood-type character would be a nice contrast. My original concept of Keir was for a thief who burns for justice in a deeply unjust setting; think shounen-anime hero and you're in the right neighbourhood. Pretty tropey, and I say that with love! Proto-Keir would be a delight to write in a different story.

But the rest of the team didn't think that type of character really suited the dark tone we wanted to work with, and they were right. So we took the trope and twisted it. Yes, he's a good man who burns for justice in an unjust world; and he is extremely burned out. And that twist on the formula unlocked Keir for me and the rest of the team. Burned-out Keir could be exhausted and sarcastic and even cynical about the world, bitter about the state of the marketplace and very protective of Mouse Hole as a place he can improve.

This isn't to say that "burned-out activist Robin Hood" is an original characterisation that's never been done before; TV Tropes has a whole page on the Knight in Sour Armor, which deals with similar characters. But it was the foundation we could build on as a team to make a character that felt strong enough to be a romantic interest.

I've mentioned this before, but one of the inspirations I draw from when I write about the marketplace is the awful Web3/crypto environment, a topic I enjoy reading about mostly for the schadenfreude and ended up learning about as a consequence. For Keir, I use concepts like activist burnout and compassion fatigue, things I learned about much more intimately in 2020 (you can guess why). Taking these real life ideas and bringing them into my writing is my favourite way to add depth and texture to characters and settings. If you're looking to do the same, try looking outside fiction and see what things interest you, then bring them back to your fiction.

Not to say that tropey characters are a bad thing! I could write a whole other essay on the utility of character tropes, especially in the world of romance games. Tropes can be a great place to start constructing characters to ensure that they all have their own appeal, and they're just fun to experience as a reader, especially when it's one of your faves. There's no shame in being a bit tropey, if it suits the story you want to tell!

(And if you're looking for a bit of extra ~secret sauce~: give your characters two things they want super badly, but getting one thing will compromise the other. Safety and love are a classic pair; safety often means staying closed off from other people to avoid being hurt, love requires opening up to others. Then let them struggle with those competing wants.)

[xxsycamore]

—𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶

► SYNOPSIS:

Deep down, Comte is a greedy man.

If Christmas time reminds him of his beloved, it's only natural of a greedy man to start indulging in it early.

▍comte x mc ▍rating: G ▍tags: fluff; humor; christmas decorations; kissing ▍wordcount:  1,250

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  Another fluffy fic! I don't know how many of you happen to have played his route around the holidays, but for me there will always be something about Christmas and Comte... and, I thought this would be a cute little thing between them if it happened in canon. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: Starting with preparations way too early

Entering through the front door, MC nearly drops the shopping bags she's holding to the floor. What is today's date again?? Did she run through any time-warping doors on her way to the marketplace? Upon exiting this morning, she clearly remembers the chilly early November air hitting her face-first, and the fact that she remarked it being early November. Now, she's not so sure. The mansion appears thoroughly, utterly, excessively decorated for Christmas.

"We just took down the Halloween decorations…what is this?"

She mutters to herself, getting a better grip on her many shopping bags, bracing herself to bring them to their final destination in the kitchen already. She desperately needs to ask a certain butler what's all of this about, assuming that when something is happening in the mansion, Sebastian would be the first to know.

Released from the weight she's been carrying, MC doesn't get to also be released from the heavy question mark lingering over her head, as the kitchen is empty. Ignoring her pending tasks for the time being, for the sake of sating her curiosity, she goes on a little investigation, tying her housework apron while walking.

She bumps into a very confused looking Jean, glad that at least she's not the only one feeling like this. Asking him if he knows any details, however, leaves her even more puzzled. He leaves shortly, and MC snaps from the trance only when she spots a familiar black suit through the opened door of a room up ahead. She speeds up her walking, having had enough of being left in the dark.

"Sebastian what is going on with the-"

She walks on the sight of a very worried Sebastian holding the ladder as Comte appears to be putting up garlands. Now, this is something you don't see everyday, and even for MC and her new bizarre life, this is certainly something she didn't expect seeing.

"Ah, ma cherie, you're home early." Comte's face lights up in a near grin that is only barely hidden by years and years of mastering a perfectly modest smile. He gets down the ladder shockingly fast, much to Sebastian's concern. A greeting hug is offered to MC, and while it's not a gesture too intimate that she'd blush from it (moreso when only Sebastian is present and Sebastian has seen everything already), she puts an early end to it, looking in Comte's eyes for answers. It seems like he sees nothing he needs to explain himself for, so she tries with words.

"What is happening here?"

"My, what does it look like? We're preparing for Christmas. I'm putting up some decorations, but don't fret. I know how much you love doing that, I made certain to leave the major spots for you, especially the tree."

"But," she starts, not much less confused than before. Comte seems to have gotten the wrong idea about what part of all of this needs to be addressed. "But, why now? It's definitely too early for this! I just ran into Jean, poor Jean, did you know that he thought he simply slept through and skipped a whole month? He never keeps track of time, imagine how confused he was…"

"Ma cherie."

Comte grips her by the shoulders to gain her attention, and gently moves her hand until it's linked with his elbow. Then he leads the way to the garden, not without ensuring that MC has put her coat on, of course.

The familiar walk towards the gazebo is not as calming as MC remembers, but soon the racing thoughts in her mind are cleared out for an even bigger question mark taking their place. Everything around the gazebo and the gazebo itself is covered in fluffy white snow.

"I swear it hasn't snowed today, I was just out in town fifteen minutes ago!"

Comte lets out a mysterious little chuckle, honey-colored eyes following her reactions. He's not so heartless as to keep toying with her this way, so he moves to stand before her, bringing up her hands in his own to grasp lightly.

"Comte," MC interrupts, just one important question before everything else. She appears pale as a sheet and very, very worried about this one. He hums, still smiling, waiting for her to go on.

"Is this. Asbestos."

"Oh no, it's baking soda."

MC releases what feels like the biggest sigh of relief in her entire life. Ignorance is bliss, and coming from the 21st century with knowledge about all the slow killers (an understatement) in the daily life of a normal person in this time era is… a headache, to say the least. At least her lover comes with a sizable brain and with remarkable levels of knowledge from his many visits from the future.

"Ma cherie."

"Ah, yes?" Color returning to her face, she takes note of the way Comte rubs gentle circles in the skin of her cool hands.

"You were wondering why I'm doing all of this so early." He looks down briefly for a moment, looking at their intertwined hands. "But the answer is very simple, it's almost laughable. You're free to call me a fool because of it, my dear."

Frozen and caught in a suddenly embarrassing and romantic scene, MC waits for him to go on. Even though the answer starts forming in her mind, she doesn't want to guess on her own.

"When we got together, it was Christmas. With the weather turning cold, it was as if it only became warmer and warmer in my heart. I'm a greedy man, ma cherie."

Breath hitching in her throat, MC wants to say something, but can only stare at her Abel and his little guilty smile. It all makes sense now. But he says the rest of it, just in case. Because he loves laying himself bare in front of her and her alone.

He leans in, his voice a whisper, close to her already reddening ear. Would he notice, he'd be fast to take her inside, even if he knows better than to assume that the cold is at fault here.

"And greedy as I am, I couldn’t wait for Christmas, so that I could get to relive those precious memories we share. Seeing you run around merrily, kissing your hair that smells of those special cookies you made for all of us last year… Ah, I told you it's laughable. You seem to have reduced me to a little kid that cannot wait for the holidays to come."

The laugher that Comte expects doesn't come, because MC can't produce any sound when she's pressed to his chest. It's a little surprising how tightly she hugs him, but he welcomes it gladly, returning the hug. If he is the one to break it first, it would be only in order to kiss her. And that's exactly what he does, having long accepted that around his darling he's never going to be as in control of himself as he normally is.

"I'm looking forward to the second best Christmas ever, Abel."

Second best? Now that sounds like a challenge, through as much as he thrives to impress her, Comte is not so sure how he's going to compete against the miracle of love that took place last year. He feels that same youthful excitement rushing through him, and he kisses MC again as if to make her feel it, too.

One thing is certain; it would be a Christmas to remember. Their second Christmas together.

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[jeweled-blue-eyes]

Do you have an idea how to introduce the otome isekai universe without infodumping? I struggle to start my light novel for this reason right now.

What a difficult question. That's probably something you should try asking an actual writer but I will try to answer it.

I don't think there is definite answer to this. You could include an omnicent narrator that explains why some things the mc does trigger certain events even through mc themselves do not know the reason for it or you could use multiple povs of characters that are from this world and pick up on MC's odd behaviour and silently explain why the things they do are wrong. You could drop clues and let the readers deduce. Imagine what the protagonist's daily schedule looks like and which tasks allow you enough space to incorporate information easily and naturally. For example if they shop for groceries you have a chance to describe the streets: Are there many beggars at the marketplace? possibly even cripples from which you can conclude if there has been a war recently and how the city deals with orphans and people in need of medical aid. Is there a food shortage or do they sell many exotic luxury goods from all over the world? how wealthy and multicultural is the place where they live? how wealthy are they? do they have enough money for their food or must they learn how to become a good bargainer? the mc could compliment the seller's fluffy ears and horns but it has the opposite effect, suddenly the seller gets angry and chases mc away and that's how we learn that they misunderstood and some people experience discrimination because of their belonging to a certain species.

How do children learn about this world? By observation, imitation, trial and error and having conversations with you about the things they observe. Just like how children shouldn't be struck in one place, I think especially an isekaied hero shouldn't spend their time in their mansion all day. Travelling is important. Exchange with a diverse set of people who uphold different beliefs and morals is important. You could have the mc's nurse or their mother tell them creation myths about the world and later a teacher dispute it, have a short scene of children replaying the story of a famous hero and running into mc because they were so caught up in their game, you could have the mc visit a library or tavern and make them eavesdrop on an academic argument between two professors while skimming a book in boredom, have a travellor ask mc for the way and make him a little bit too chatty about his journey and his goals. Heck, they could pretend to be an immigrant in order to get all the information of the country they live in without arousing any suspicion (which would probably lead to trouble and they could run into the law enforcers but that only offers more chances to explain how the country works and how particulary friendly it is when dealing with outsiders and perceived threats). Should they land in prison somehow they'd have a chance to get to know what society considers criminals and how they treat them, witness an interrogation, maybe torture, an execution...but also the pure honesty of people who are about to be sentenced to death.

I know contract engagements are so overdone but nothing teaches someone about another world's language and culture like falling in love with a person or a piece from said place. You could try to insert your mc into another family through an engagement. They could have an affair. But you could try to be less cliche about it and have the mc care for their elderly grandmother instead or their sick mother in law, the children etc while the bridegroom to be is away on an educational trip or a business trip overseas.

Not every information you give has to be correct and it's more fun as a reader to theorize before something is revealed to have been correct or false. You should probably write a sheet that shows all the important information at a glance for reference.

[adellovesrowan]

Meet the Khannas

we're robbed of all khanna family content, despite rowan being The best friend of mc. so, as resident rowan stan, i naturally took the job jc didn't and sharing it with you guys. feel free to use these in your own stories.

CONTENT:

- Hazel and Family

- Anya and Family

- Jehan and Family

- Extras ( Traditions, Fun Facts, etc. )

WARNING: death mention, miscarriage, divorce.

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HAZEL AND FAMILY

- let's start with the nuclear family. hazel khanna is rowan's mother, and anthony khanna is rowan's dad. not to forget rowan's little brother, ashok khanna, who's about two years younger than harry potter, for reference. which means he's about 10 years younger than rowan and the hphm gang.

- hazel is the eldest daughter of willow khanna, rowan's grandma. hazel has three younger siblings: anya khanna, jehan khanna, and rani khanna. sadly, rani died when she and hazel were little — in a game of hide and seek, she hid in a dangerous part of the farmhouse and hazel was too late when she found her. she carries the tragic guilt for a long time, causing her to develop overprotective tendencies around the people she loves, especially rowan.

- anthony wasn't the first man hazel married. on her age of 18, willow had arranged her with a man she chose for her eldest. hazel experienced a miscarriage, which messed her up horribly considering her past experiences with a child dying thanks to her “lack of caution”. her husband was dissatisfied with her condition and left.

- anthony malhotra is a tall, cheerful guy. he and hazel had been best friends in their hogwarts years, along with two other people ( who i hope isn't very obvious as a rowan x mc activist hahahaha ) in their respective years. they met each other again by accident in a marketplace and caught up after years. anthony learned of the struggles hazel had been going through and stayed with her. he knew he can't help her, but he'll be there for her. after a few years of dating, they got married. they skipped having a baby for a couple of years due to hazel's trauma. but in the end, they had baby rowan.

- hazel tends to be restricting and overprotective when it comes to rowan. rowan is clumsy and loud and is prone to getting themself in trouble, which pushes hazel to fear the worst. she gets neurotic over the smallest scrapes in rowan's knee and over the most common tummyache they get from eating too much candy. anthony reminds hazel to relax, that their kid is fine, they're just being a kid who does kid things. anthony's words are soothing and right, and she relaxes in his arms as they watch their little kid run around chasing ducks.

ANYA AND FAMILY

- ashok khanna is the youngest grandchild of willow in the khanna household. he develops a more mischievous nature while also being little bashful at first. unlike rowan, he doesn't struggle with friends and has a bit of a rebellious streak which makes him likeable by kids his age. though, it's undeniable that he's a mommy's boy.

- anya khanna is the second child to willow khanna. being close in age to hazel ( smart, pretty, responsible, perfect hazel ) and jehan ( beautiful, loved, popular jehan ) leaves her in a somewhat constant “feeling inferior” state. also she's autistic, though not officially diagnosed.

- if you remember rowan mentioning their uncle ollie who makes brooms, this is him ! ollie o'brien is a specialist in broom making and loving his wife. he supports his younger kids' ambition in quidditch, as it is also one of his greatest passions.

- their eldest daughter, apple khanna. she loves baking and is often in charge of big event family meals. she's quiet and reserved but sweet and caring, especially towards her mother. grandma willow likes her for her diligence and obedience, though would love for her to be a bit more chatty and social.

JEHAN AND FAMILY

- their younger pair of twins, joni and jorya khanna. playing in gryffindor's quidditch team, these two are as chaotic as a pair of bludgers. they're loud and enjoy making their presence known by causing trouble. grandma willow finds these two infuriating, and are often the cause of anya looking ten years older. they love to bully and tease their younger cousin, rowan. joni also takes a special interest in duelling, while her twin brother has a secret hobby in sculpting and painting.

- jehan khanna is the third child to willow khanna. he's famous for his modelling work in the wizarding fashion industry, as he's the most fashionable guy in the khanna household. willow is most prideful of him, as his rising star career helps the farmhouse and the family greatly.

- jehan is married to perry gaumont ( they/them ), who is a well-known ballroom dancer in the wizarding arts community. they met during a convention and decided they clicked rather well, so then they hit it off and had two lovely daughters, also following in their parents' footsteps to fame.

- cypress khanna is jehan's eldest daughter, and also the oldest khanna grandchild. she's sweet, graceful, and attractive with a mesmerizing voice. she's a singer and a violinist, famous at a young age — way before she had even joined hogwarts. cypress is willow's favorite grandchild. rowan feels both intimidated and drawn to this particular cousin.

EXTRA:

- kiran khanna is jehan's youngest daughter. unlike her sister, being born into fame at a young age unfortunately makes her entitled and a little spoiled. she often feels one-upped by her sister, receiving less attention whenever she's around. she also enjoys picking on her cousins, especially rowan. grandma willow often overlooks her, which drives her competitive nature over the roofs.

- the founder of the khanna tree farm is a guy named elmer khanna, owner of an elm wand. his grandson came up with the khanna heirloom spell, which is then passed on for generations.

- if you noticed, some of the khannas have names resembling wood names. willow, hazel, cypress, apple, rowan. the khannas uphold this specific family tradition where firstborns are given the name of the tree they choose.

- there's a family heirloom in the form of a spell that can only be cast by a khanna, in which the spell is cast upon the firstborn, allowing the child to feel a strong magical pull towards a tree grown in their farm. the child will be named after the tree, and the wood of said tree is destined to be the firstborn's wand for a lifetime. a broken firstborn’s wand is considered a bad omen.

- cypress was a gryffindor, apple a hufflepuff, kiran a slytherin, the twins gryffindors, and ashok a ravenclaw. rowan was a huge hatstall.

- from the youngest grandkid to the oldest: ashok ( 1 ), rowan ( 11 ), joni and jorya ( 14 ), kiran ( 16 ), apple ( 19 ), cypress ( 20 ).

- jehan and perry helped make the family and community trans friendly, which is why rowan feels more comfortable exploring their own gender and sexuality at a young age.

- i'll add more if i remember !

- anthony, ollie, and perry are absolute trophy husbands who married into the family. <3

- hazel was a gryffindor and anthony was a ravenclaw. they were a group of best friends with kenneth and delia, adel's parents.

- rani stayed behind as one of the farmhouse’s resident ghosts, among with a couple other khannas who chose to stay behind. she’s the youngest ghost in the farmhouse.

- rowan looks a lot like their late aunt rani.

- not sure if i'll make this canon yet, but i made a headcanon ( for my own headcanon lmao ) that hazel's first son is actually alive. r took the baby for some reason and tampered with the khannas memories of the baby, leaving them with the knowledge that the baby was never delivered. the boy is supposedly around the same age as jacob, and is raised in r as their own boy. he later escapes and finds his family, unsure of whether or not the khannas will accept him, a boy they have no memories of, he turns into a fluffy ginger cat. 10 year old rowan takes him in and names him fuzzclaw.

[obi-wan-hoe]

One of my favorite moments in MC is Hurrem telling Mahidevran she's going to die soon. Mahidevran seemed stunned, because despite all of this animosity and bitterness she had for Hurrem, I can't help but feel like she saw her as this force of a woman, and to be told her end is near, it's almost inconceivable. Especially by a disease, it doesn't seem the way Hurrem would go (she isn't explicitly told, but I think it was a somewhat logical conclusion to come to). In comparison to when Mahidevran sees Suleyman in the marketplace, it's as if she knew there was no other way for him to end (old, frail, alone).

There is so many other things I enjoy too. While I would have loved to see Meryem's Hurrem do the scene, to close off the chapter of her rivalry with Nur's Mahidevran, I thought Vahide's portrayal was amazing. She showed how much Hurrem had grown from the beginning, not only by being calm and collected, but by accepting that the top of the harem wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But her maturity I think is shown most when she genuinely doesn't seem to enjoy seeing how low Mahidevran had fallen, in terms of status and living situation. She too seemed taken aback and almost sad, as if she couldn't fathom her enemy this way either. The bow at the end was a great show of respect too.

There was also the realistic feelings of Mahidevran, not just being all happy to see an old enemy, but by understandably resentful as she was considered the loser, and Hurrem the winner, which was at least visibly the better option and at least allows Hurrem to understandably act with more grace in the beginning.

~ Hurrem's nervousness of asking for forgiveness, knowing there's a big chance she may not get it, and it goes beyond maturity. Hurrem was dying, and was at a place where she needed to get everything in order, Mahidevran was not. Also, I did like how they both seemingly acknowledged that while the other forgave them, they were not washed away from the terrible things they'd done.

~ The realization that they're both mothers, that their children may not have driven them to play the game in the beginning, but they certainly had by the end. Hurrem telling Mahidevran that they should kill each other where they stood if it would bring them some relief from the pain was a masterful moment.

Overall, both woman may not have always liked one another, but they definitely understood their opponent was never one to be taken lightly. It was almost as if they both had thought the other was beyond the rules in which the others were beholden too.

Anywhos this got way longer than I'd anticipated and if anyone sees this, I'd love to hear your thoughts about this scene.

[twilightpony4]

Backwoods: 4. Just Schlept

“To my…surprise… I SAW YOU IN MY EYES!” Splinter gazed upon her underneath his hood as Casey had him by the arm to better guide him under his disguise in the bustle of the marketplace. “The nights… I cried… REPENTED OF THE LIIIIEEESS!” Angel had not one care in the world as she belted out from underneath her earbuds.

“We got it after the first couple times you already sang that song, cut it out!” Casey asked in spite. Angel spun around, her lips pursed as she eyed him up and down.

“You feelin’ the burn fam?” She smiled with a brow raised. The man blinked sarcastically and continued to move forward with sensei in hand. They passed her up, in which she jumped behind the old rat and tugged on his sleeve. “Splinter enjoys my music, right Kakashi sensei?” She joked. To his amusement, he loved that she called him that. Not that he had any connection with the name and the show but it was something Angel loved to call him, so it had meaning to him from the young girl. He gave a slight nod.

“Maybe the first time, I did.” He gave in but only for her amusement. He did not pay much mind, especially not as much as Casey did. Instead, he was preoccupied by looking for groceries for his family’s future celebration.

“Ha! “ She yelled. A local jumped from her exclamation and moved with annoyance. “Approval by a great and noble warrior.” Splinter chuckled low. Angel laughed with him as she walked up to a window of a bakery amongst the market. Just for the farmer’s market, the store had a open window to take orders. People really got a kick out of how “old-fashioned” it was. The girl comfied herself by leaning in on the countertop as a young man not too far from her age leaned in as well. “Hey, how’s it going? Imma need like five cakes.”

“Big party?” The boy asked. He was incredibly nice with his warm smile and inviting demeanor as he reached for his pencil and pad.

“Nah, I just need to feed my kids.” She joked.

“You look really young. Kudos to you.” He replied back, laughing underneath his breath.

“I’m younger than them but still I gotta look out for my babies.” Angel winked; both of them were very amused.

“Ah, I feel ya. Run-em-down for me. Flavors, colors, messages, size, cake-by-cake, are they different?” His fingers twirled around each other as he listed the options to her.

“All different but all of them say ‘Happy Birthday’ but can you do individual names for each cake?” He raised his pen and pad to give her a shrug.

“Sure thing.”

“Aight. I think this is a good enough size for all of them and I like that design. Imma need a dark blue one, the name is Azure. An Orange one, name MC Mikey. A red, Twin Saiz, you catching my drift?”

“Yeah, yeah, keep ‘em coming.” He rolled the butt of his pen.

“Light Blue, MPChi; Purple, Dj Donna Tell’em, and a Pink, Velociti. And lemme make sure you got the spellings right on those.” Angel leaned over the counter and the boy brought the paper towards her to proofread. Casey clicked his tongue, catching Splinter’s gaze.

“She’s crazy.” He commented, but he gave a slight chuckle between his crossed arms. A rat finger nodded towards him.

“You are not wrong.”

“Please! Please help me, sir!” Out of nowhere, a woman alarmed Splinter and grabbed him by his sleeve. He tried to keep his robe together to keep his secret but she was insistent that he move along with her. “My daughter!” She wailed. The tears streamed down her eyes, lining her cheeks in black from her eye makeup. “Please help me!” She continued, basically dragging Splinter along. Casey tried to help by holding sensei back, but the rat tried to move forward with the woman.

“What is it, child?” He asked. Clearly she was in need of any type of assistance necessary. Disguised or not it was not his way to let someone be in danger, or at least until he allowed the family to actually help people “publicly”.

“I don’t know! Just please help me!” She continued to drag him in which he followed. Casey bounced quickly, deciding whether to help Splinter or go over and tell Angel what was going on. Within the second, he went off with the rat. Angel could figure it out at some point.

The woman continued to cry uncontrollably, causing a little scene to the people they brushed past so swiftly. Splinter tried to calm her by asking her to try to breathe so that she could be better able to lead them and for her own safety as well. Casey followed shortly behind as she brought them down the dark corridors of the alleyway. The daylight could not keep these tight spaces lit as the tall buildings shadowed it. They were deep in it but he noticed something. A quick twitch in his ear heard the sound of slight whimpering. Before long, a girl’s body was on the floor of the alleyway. Around her was a slight scratch of a little blood that looked more like a skid mark rather than a life threatening injury. However, the woman pulling him towards her would not have been so desperate and probably the girl would be standing up if that was anywhere near the case. The woman let him go as they approached her. The lady kneeled by the girl’s head. Splinter kneeled as well while Casey was in audience.

“What the hell?” he said under his breath, running a hand over the top of his hair. Splinter looked around her body. Her face was covered by her arm so he tried to look for the blood must have come out of.

“What is troubling you, child?” He asked tentatively. Her whimpers ended abruptly as she slowly tried her best to roll over and face her rescuer. Her hand was held up to her mouth in a fist. There was pain in her closed yet strained eyes. The place where the blood came from showed from a slight stain from her white tee shirt. Splinter observed it. He did not want to just start looking at her body for the cut but rather let her tell him where she was hurting. Her whimpers started back up again, this time more agitated while a sudden puff of red flew from her fist.

“Gah!” He shielded his eyes but to no avail. The red dust made it through the membranes of his eyes and nose. He had no idea what it was but it was definitely a problem. Little time passed before he fell to the ground in record time. Splinter lay on the floor, sweating profusely and having a hard time breathing. 

“What the-?!” Casey didn’t finish as he ran towards Splinter. The woman who was crying earlier jumped in front of him. He paused as she wielded a long katana in her hand.The “hurt” girl stood up slowly. She appeared strong and with no sickness at all.

“I am so sorry.” She looked down at Splinter as she opened up her fist. A small cloud of red dust fell from her palm in which she was hiding it. Her face was still and showed indifferent emotion and she spoke calmly. “I must have passed it on to you.”

“What did you do to him?” Casey strained his voice out of the disbelief.

“We’ll be taking him now.” The girl grabbed the katana back from the woman as she bent over Splinter and grabbed him instead.

“Not on my watch, lady!”

“You don’t have a choice.” She lifted her katana up to Casey as the woman picked Splinter up and hoisted his small body over her shoulders. Casey had never seen Splinter so vulnerable. His tail dangled and only the tip dragged as the woman began to leave him. The girl kept her blade between herself and Casey as both her and the woman turned around to make their escape towards their original entrance. “We’ll be here, waiting for you to pick him up.” With her opposite hand she threw a business card at him. He wasn’t a good catch and fumbled with it. “And please, don’t be shy and bring some backup with you.” After that, there was not much time to actually read the card when the girl turned the blade around and used the butt end of it to sock him in his stomach. Casey went down fast. She smirked as she flipped the blade from between her fingers and back to her side as she and the other woman made their move.

“Y’all foil for just leaving me with all them cakes bruh.” Casey didn’t know how long he had been down. He’s been hit in the stomach numerous times but the end of that katana was something serious. However, he was relieved to a point that Angel was making her way over. He could tell that she was nowhere completely concerned or had even seen him yet in terms of her vocal tone. She was coming in closer. “I had to ask them to hold ‘em until I could find y’all cus I ain’t about to walk around NYC with six cakes with my lil self. Bullies love to find me.” By the time she was finished she had seen Casey. He remained on the ground, hoping to gain some type of momentum to at least sit up and tell her what happened. Before that, Angel was already by his side in a squat. “You for real just schlept on the ground? Thas nasty.”

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“Aye, Mikey we gon’ need yall to get out here fam!” Now that time was looking a little different now that she got the whole scoop from Casey. He was still on the ground but sitting up this time and stretching his abdominals to make a quicker recovery to standing. In light of things, she knew she had to call up the kids.

“What’s up?”

“Casey got his ass whooped and now somebody done stole Splinter.”

“Cancel the human torch, sensei got rat-napped!”

“The what?”

“We ain’t got time for questions! Where you at?”

“I got a business card, lemme send a pic real quick.”

[poisonouswritings]

Ok this has been sitting in the back of my mind for quite a while, but picture this :

Mc has been for quite a while in Astraea, and eventually they need to change their clothes because obviously with all the missions they went through not to mention the training their clothes got dirty. Imagine if they brought extra clothes from Earth what would M3 react to mc wearing them?

I imagine mc wearing something like this

And yes the beanie is important 😔✋

Gods what I'd pay to see Anisa in these clothes,,, gods what I'd pay to see her in anything,,, gods what i'd pay to see her again,,,,,,,

GN!reader, nose bleeds

Felix Escellun

First thing's first, Stella is stealing your beanie. I'm sorry. You wore it for five seconds and she snatched it off your head and stole it and now it's hers. Sometimes she gives it to Felix, who gives it back to you, and then she steals it again. Rest in peace, beanie.

Second thing's second,, Felix is stealing your jacket. He's not sorry. It is Warm and Comfy and as soon as you two are home he's stealing it and wearing it around. Won't wear it in public because it clashes with his aesthetic tho so you can still go out with it. But because he always wears it at home and during his studies it subsequently smells like Void and eldritchs and has cat fur on it

Third thing's third,,, he Cannot focus on any of his experiments when you're wearing that around him because he's Just A Teeny Bit Flustered

When he comes up to hug you,, slips his arms underneath the back of the jacket for extra warmth,,

If you Do manage to get a hold of your Stella's beanie, put it on Felix's head and tug it down over his eyes. He complains but when he peeks out from under it (more like from under his bangs oough his hair is so shaggy) and sees you giggling he's pouting and blushing and saying okay fine but just this once (but then it happens over and over again)

I think he's a little surprised at Earth fashion! It's so basic, and yet he isn't really sure he's seen anything quite like it before although part of that might just be because being raised in high society means a lot of high society fashion trends and let's be real, Felix Does Not Dress Basic

Anisa Anka

You thought Felix got flustered?? Oh. Oh ho ho ho ho ho Anisa is having a nosebleed as soon as you walk in the room because How Dare One Person Have So Much Cute????

She's hugging you and snuggling you and asking you why you like the outfit. Is this what you normally wear? Do you want her to try and find similar clothes in the marketplace? What is this 'lumbar Jack' you speak of??

I mean what I said I think Anisa in a beanie would be really fucking cute especially because as you're complimenting her her hair will poof but it's only the bottom part of her hair because y'know the beanie covers the top part and she'd just be so C U T E ugfhoesiruhewafiuheriofh *I promptly fucking perish*

Anisa in a flannel?? Oh. Ooooooooh don't tempt me like this. You offer to let her try on your clothes and obviously she accepts (she wants to try Earth clothes!! She is a simple woman with simple desires and I would let her have anything she wanted) and she's all dressed up and looking at herself in the mirror,,,

She's late to a Sunstone meeting one morning and just grabs the nearest jacket and bolts and it's only when she gets there and all her subordinates are kinda snickering behind their backs does she realize that she grabbed your jacket by mistake

She likes Earth fashion!! It's comfy and looks nice but doesn't stand out too much. Really loves how you look in it.

Sage Lesath

So :3 yknow :3 if you take off the undershirt :3 and you just wear the jacket :3 you guys will kinda match :3 and couples match right? :3 you kinda like that sappy romantic shit right? :3 and honestly he likes it too because I will defend Marking!Sage until the day I die :3 so you should uh :3 you should take off your shirt >:3

No but Sage actually does think you look good in your clothes. They're very you, after all. Also I just think he'd think you look hot in anything so there's that

If you want him to wear the beanie,,, I think that,, you'll have to cut slits for his ears. And even then I'm not entirely sure how he's feel about the texture of the beanie because his ears are sensitive but maybe by sensory-disease-ass is projecting

Someone at the bar spills an ale on your jacket and Sage Is Ready To Beat Them Up for you and then offers to let you wear his until you guys get back to Fathom to clean yours up

You have to leave Fathom for a day or two and you leave your Earth clothes at home,, and you get back in the middle of the night and see Sage asleep in your bed and he's kinda draped himself in your jacket so the collar is barely brushing against his nose because that's where it smelled the most like you

I don't think Sage cares enough about fashion to have much of an opinion? Like I said before he thinks you look hot in anything you wear (or don't wear wink wonk). Definitely opens his eyes to the fact that you Probably Have Other Outfits on Earth and now he's busy fantasizing about that and looking at your butt

[into-the-daniverse]

Can you do a HC for the main 6 finding out the apprentice is deaf and learning sign language in order to communicate with her more easily?

Thanks for the ask! I hope this came out okay lol, my first time doing general HCs like this 😅

Deaf MC + Main 6 HCs 

MC resurrected with hearing loss

Asra

If you weren’t deaf before your resurrection, it’s definitely a shock to him once he realizes, but he bounces back quickly

He knows a little sign language, but has to do a lot of studying to pick it up

You end up mostly learning it with him, and you two have a lot of signs that don’t actually translate out—so deciphering your conversations can be a bit of a chore sometimes for other people

He’ll still talk when he signs, more for himself than anything, but you can put your hand against his throat to feel the way the words sound as he speaks, and he will always encourage you to speak (if you want to)

You’ve 100% used signs to talk about a customer without them knowing

He acts as your interpreter most of the time at the marketplace, but most of your usual vendors (like Selasi) have picked up on a good number of signs to communicate with you without him around

He’s human, he forgets sometimes, especially if you were hearing before, he might say things like “did you hear that?” even though you... can’t but he’ll apologize, you’ll share a laugh and move on

You’ll have to get creative when communicating with Faust, since she can’t really sign back, but she learns quickly (Smart!)

Nadia

Is fluent in both the Vesuvian common tongue and Vesuvian Sign Language, though her style is a bit formal and her speed is a little on the slow side

She eagerly teaches you Prakran Sign Language, and her family all know it as well, so you will never be left out of conversation around them

You two flip between Vesuvian and Prakran so much that there is almost no hope for a random signing passerby to understand you (which is good, because Nadia can be quite bold)

She can carry a conversation with you while speaking to someone else, and you both use this during long court meetings

It almost becomes a game of who can make the other laugh through signs while in the middle of a mind-numbingly dull meeting

She will always be looking to you for opinions on how to make Vesuvia more accessible, it is a city that thrives on noise and as you know very well, that can be quite jarring sometimes

Once she knows you can’t hear she makes a point not to forget, so slip-ups are very rare

Chandra is very smart (and very pretty) and learns signs quickly. She develops a habit of tugging at a loose strand of hair or corner of fabric on your clothes to “speak” with you, and is always careful not to scare you when she flies near

Julian

Oh, sign language? No problem! Now, did you want Prakran Sign Language, or Firentian, or...

While Julian picks up Vesuvian Sign Language fairly easily, he will substitute signs from other languages all the time which makes communicating a little hard sometimes

You have dialect/language arguments at least every other week

“But why would that mean ‘eat’? It doesn’t make any sense!”

It’s very amusing to watch and all in good fun, you both come away learning something new each time

Mazelinka would want to learn, and she learns almost faster than him. Will definitely sign about Julian to you behind his back when he’s otherwise preoccupied 

He can be an interpreter of sorts when you’re traveling, but don’t rely too much on how accurate his translations are, it’s very likely he just signed “fish” when he meant “sun” because he got distracted and switched languages momentarily 

If there isn’t one already, he works on implementing sign language interpreters at the city theater so you can still enjoy his performances/maybe you’d want to help him write a completely silent play?

Malak is a stubborn old bird but he is smart—he learns to nip at your hair or clothing to get your attention, and develops a few signs of his own that you pick up on

Muriel

He picks it up the fastest, and actually likes communicating via sign language more than talking out loud

He finds it easier to say what he’s actually thinking when he can just show it to you instead

He’ll still get embarrassed signing vulnerable things, but its easier to get past his embarrassment like this

His style is the most rigid, as he probably learned straight from a book, but simple and easily understood, and he holds a pretty good conversation speed

Though, much like talking, he prefers when you do it, and he’s content to sit back and “listen” as you tell him stories or even just talk about the weather

He can try to be an interpreter if needed, but he is not very comfortable with it

Would try to teach the chickens signs (with varying degrees of success)

The longer you’re together the more comfortable he gets, and it shows in his signs as well—his hands become looser, and the speed picks up

He trusts that you understand him, and so he can kind of let go a bit

You can teach Inanna to understand signs, and she loves it—she’s also surprisingly expressive, so it’s easy to understand her as well

Portia

Hey, she taught herself to read and write, how hard could sign language be?

Okay, maybe it’s a bit hard, but she’s got this!

You don’t know how she does it, but her style of signing is just adorable

She actively searches for nicknames and shortcuts to use, eager to just get to the meat of the conversation(gossip) as quickly as possible

Uses facial expressions as much as possible, you could know exactly what she’s saying without even seeing her signing

She might rope Julian into teaching her to surprise you with a sweet message, but it might also be in a different dialect if you don’t specify that you use Vesuvian Sign Language

She’ll definitely want to learn the different dialects but it’s best to keep her focused on just the one for now

She uses signing to her advantage when she’s whizzing by you in the palace to have a conversation, though sometimes a simple kiss blown your way is enough to convey what she means

Pepi likes to pretend to not understand your signs (just like she pretends to not know what “no” and “stop” means), but will sit on your lap and purr so you can feel the vibrations

Lucio

Oh he tries, and he tries hard, but it’s going to take a while before he can actually hold a solid conversation in sign language

You’ve never met someone who slurs their signs quite as much as him—his hands move a mile a minute even if he’s not sure of the signs

You’re going to have to remind him to slow down a lot at first

But once he gets it, he uses it to his upmost advantage

He is the king of shit-talking (shit-signing?) behind someone’s back, and he’ll do it every chance he gets, especially if it makes you laugh

His style of signing is very exaggerated—he’s already used to gesticulating when speaking, so this is only amplifying it

He forgets often that you can’t hear him, so he’ll be standing behind you chattering away about some story and you won’t hear a damn thing—then he remembers when he realizes you aren’t reacting, amps up the drama, and starts the story again, facing you

Mercedes and Melchior are thankfully easier to teach, and they learn basic signs fast, sometimes even responding better to you than Lucio

Camio learns “treat” and “kiss” and that’s it, he refuses to acknowledge any others

[blanketorghost]

Agnes, The Marketplace’s Ghost

A Shopkeep whose memory has been lost to time.

“When I look in the mirror... these hands, this clothes... this... face... I can’t help but feel incomplete.”

Meet Agnes (they/them), my Arcana MC! Often also going by ‘Ghost’ to strangers, they’re 27 years old and maybe a bit too curious for their own good.

Agnes is aware of why they can’t recover their memories (aka them turning catatonic when their memories trigger) and haven’t tried much to recover them after their last major breakdown, yet, they can’t help but feel an itch to know more about who they were before.

The two dots below their eyes are tattooed on and infused in some kind of magic unfamiliar to them. When they’ve asked Asra about it, he’s told them he doesn’t know either what they are exactly, only that they’re a ‘promise’ of sorts. And, unlike many other answers they’ve gotten before, they know he’s being sincere.

Agnes is stubborn, straight-forward and very perceptive, eager to try out new things- especially if that means learning about something they didn’t know before. Though their amnesia has made them be also quite insecure on themselves, as they don’t really know why they act the way they do- what experiences shaped their personality in such distinct ways. This, as a result, makes them be quite guarded and have made them develop a huge impostor syndrome.

Trivia:

Their main LI is Asra, their secondary LI is Portia and their tertiary LI is Valerius.

Have no idea why they’re scared of chickens. They just know their mind scream danger every time they see one. Same with their self- defense. It’s more muscle memory than anything else.

Often hums while working or talk to themselves.

Agnes is very partial to skirts and cloaks, though they always wear some kind of shorts underneath. They can’t stand pants that are below the knee or lower.

Some interesting things on Agnes’ bag are two Kuisis, a machete handle and a notebook in spanish. They can only read it some times.

They hail from the kingdom of Xuhé, on the far south-east past the clouded mountains. Asra has offered to take them there multiple times, but Agnes has refused the offers so far.

Agnes has a very morbid taste on things, which contrasts with their appearance.

They have a baby face. Much to their annoyance.

They’re derived from my Persona, The Source which I used as a stand-in for my first playthrough of the game. By proxy, they do share some traits with myself like birthday, MBTI and height.

[raccoonpoptart]

hey hey! thank u for answering my ask last time 🥺👉👈 here's another one and hope i don't overwhelm you or anything ;; what if reader finds a dragon egg being sold off in the market, but many are ignoring it due to dragons being apparently extinct ! but reader can somehow feel magic vibrating from the egg, so they take it home and take care of it with their partner/s !

DID YOU SAY DRAGONS?? HELL YES 👁👄👁

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Making their way down the marketplace, y/n made note of the new smells today. A fun little game they usually play with Asra, but today they were on their own due to a surprise he had in store for later. Humming to themselves, they made a mental list of the scents that stood out the most. Cinnamon, lavender, someone’s overwhelming cheap perfume... Finally, they made it to Selasi’s shop and took a deep breath. Pumpkin bread!

“Ahh, if it isn’t y/n! How have you been, darling?” Selasi dropped two loaves of bread into their hands with a big smile.

“Same old, same old. Asra should be coming back tonight! Said he’s got a surprise...” Y/n trailed off, but returned the smile.

“Hope he wasn’t gone long this time,” He winked and continued. “Hey, heard Saffrin’s shop is back in town. Some people were talking about a beautiful egg statue she found!”

“An egg statue? Isn’t that a bit strange?” they dropped some coins in the baker’s hands.

He laughed loudly. “Strange? That’s comin’ from you! Wouldn’t hurt to say hi to an old friend, though.”

Y/n chuckled as they shrugged. “Well, see ya around, Sel! Might have to check that out!” They changed course to Saffron’s usual spot. Wouldn’t hurt to explore a bit.

“Alright, everyone listen up! You either quit crowdin’ me or you get the boot!” Y/n recognized the voice as their old friend and made their way to the front of the crowd.

They gasped as they laid eyes on the egg. The aura was unmistakable. Old magic. Y/n could recognize that anywhere, it was ancient. It hummed in their chest, feeling like they could burst into flames at any moment. That isn’t a statue...Statues don’t glow.

Chewing their lip in worry, y/n took a step forward and cleared their throat. “Saf, wait! Where did you find this?”

Saffron blinked and looked where the voice came from. “Y/n? Um, I got it in a trade with a customer. Beautiful, right?”

“Yes, very, but I don’t think that’s a statue...Listen, how much do you want for this?”

“Wait, what’s wrong? What is this?” She chuckled nervously. “I don’t want to get into anything serious with the palace.”

Y/n shooked their head. “Nothing like that. Saf, I think that’s a live egg! I’m not sure from what creature, though. Never seen an egg that glows...”

Saffron stared. “Glows? I don’t see anythin’. Well, you can have it! Don’t want it landing in the wrong hands!”

Eyes wide, they shook their head. “At least let me give you a free reading? I can meet you at the shop later.”

“Sounds like a plan! See ya then!”

Y/n picked it up with wonder and carefully carried it to their destination.

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warnings: none! (for the sake of avoiding saying “it” constantly, the dragon is a girl)

Asra

when he came home the last thing he expected was to find you wrapping a giant purple egg in a blanket

“mc, why do you have a dragon’s egg?” “A WHAT????”

laughs at your shock but explains that he saw them as a kid before they disappeared

after you explain what happened he sighs “well my surprise doesn’t seem as great now...” (he got you a stunning new outfit)

helps you take care of the dragon egg and playfully says it’s almost like you guys are parents now

the thought of that makes you both blush and he suddenly becomes very interested in the color of the egg “i’ve never seen something so bright!”

faust loves wrapping around the egg gently, and when the dragon hatches she wraps around the baby when they sleep

names her after a character in a book

dragon sweaters!!

Nadia

neither of you know what it is until it hatches and it’s a......pleasant surprise

she spoils her like a baby but won’t admit it

her family is pretty bad about it though, she has to put all the gifts in a separate room

always makes sure the dragon is well taken care of

chandra doesn’t really like the dragon at first but after seeing nadia be super Motherly towards it she warms up

she researches as much as she can about dragons

nadia loves to talk to her, even when she was an egg

has a bed made for her not only because she loves the dragon but she sees how much you care for the baby

Julian

“did you steal that? IM JUST ASKING” (i actually did think about having the mc steal the dragon but my writing took a different route)

always trying to figure out what it is before it hatches, he makes a bet with you

thinks it’s going to be a big snake and isn’t exactly wrong but he isn’t right

he carries her around like a baby cause he loves her so much but once she gets bigger it’s a bit harder (which makes him sad)

probably had his fingers almost get bit off a few times

there aren’t exactly books about dragon care so he just applies his knowledge of taking care of portia to the dragon and it sorta works

when the dragon first blew fire he was babysitting her and he freaked out because the shop almost burned down <3

“ahh, um— those curtains were always singed. i think...”

he sings little lullabies to her when he thinks you’re not listening

Muriel

even though he’s confused, he’s happy you saved the egg

nervous about taking care of the egg but he’s super gentle

inanna protects the egg 24/7 and never lets anyone but you and muriel touch it

he wraps furs around the egg and talks to it when you’re not around but don’t mention you know that ;)

when the egg hatches, inanna’s still super protective of her and so is muriel

he always makes sure the baby is healthy and even makes protective charms for her

she likes the shiny charms the most! also loves that muriel is big and can always carry her (she feels super safe)

when the dragon grows too big for the hut he builds a place just for her

(you always melt when you come back to the hut and find the three of them cuddled up together)

Portia

three words: dragon sized blankets

she lovesss making clothes and blankets for the baby, even when it was just an egg

always sings to the baby and even full conversations with her

pepi loves playing with her even when the dragon blows fire

she’s the one to name the baby (probably also a character in a book)

brings her through the secret passages in the castle and always sneaks her snacks

one part of her hair is shorter than the rest cause it was burned off by accident but she found it funny

thankfully it’s not noticeable

you let her teach the dragon to fly just because you saw how happy it made them both

Lucio

paid people to tell you what it was and eventually you found out it was a dragon egg

probably wasn’t the best idea because then he was superrrr impatient he wanted it to hatch YESTERDAY

he was so excited he had a whole room set up just for the dragon

loves to brag about the egg to everyone and it got worse once the egg hatched

makes sure that everyone knows he has a dragon especially if it fits his aesthetic (it’d be cute if the scales were white with red eyes and golden wings)

non-apologetic about how much he spoils the dragon cause he likes to think you and him are the parents

tries to get her to wear cute necklaces but she only likes rubies

they always run around the palace creating chaos but you just clean everything up with magic

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hiii everyone sorry this took so long! i haven’t had any motivation to much recently but hopefully i can get these done! hope you enjoyed lemme know if you want anything else

what if the dragon was mc’s familiar omg.......might write that when i’m done with everything

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: How the M6 get sick

Julian

Let's be honest, self care is an entirely foreign concept to him

And for the last three years, he hasn't needed as much of it due to his healing gift

Which is why, in the weeks after the masquerade, he unwittingly and completely runs his body into the ground

You're not that surprised when you come home to him swaying in the middle of the kitchen, coffee pot clutched in one shaking hand, running a fever

"Ah, MC, you're home! Would you be a darling and summon some of that fire magic for me, it's a bit chilly-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because you're prying the coffee from his death grip and bullying him into bed

He's very confused when you tuck him in and leave the room instead of joining him

But now that he's lying down he can feel how much he's struggling to get warm, and how much his thoat hurts, and how dry his mouth is, and how ferociously empty his stomach is

Once he sees you reappear with a thermometer and a flask of water, it finally clicks

He's sick. What do you mean he's sick, he can't get sick - Oh yeah, he guesses now he can again

As weird as it is for him to be so low on energy and docile, he is fully on board with you nursing him back to health

Jokingly calls you "Dr MC"

Will not hesitate to critique your professionalism

He's trying really hard to make you laugh and play it off like it's not a big deal, but his smile is forced when he's gripping your hand

He remembers the plague, he remembers what sickness can mean, and he knows his own infection never ran its course, even if there's no reason for it to come back

You can tell that he's terrified and you'll have to talk it out with him

You reassure him that he's safe, the two of you beat the devil himself together, as long as you've got each other things will work out

You're just relieved to see him eating and hydrating and sleeping

You know he's doing better when he starts dramatizing his symptoms and demanding either leeches or affection as medicine

From now on he's more mindful of not having his mark anymore and the importance of half decent self care

Asra

They're not stupid, they have plenty of common sense, they just have a weakness for unusual foods

Especially foods he's never encountered before

Did they know that eating from a shady food stall they'd never seen before is highly inadvisable? Yes

Was he able to identify any of the ingredients or smells involved with the food? No

Were there any other customers at said stall during the hour and a half that they were wandering around the marketplace? No

Are all of these factors the main reasons he decided he absolutely had to try it? Obviously, duh

Food poisoning is never fun, even for the slyest of magicians

They come back to the shop after an afternoon of errands, arms and satchel full of groceries

He gives you the biggest smile when he lays eyes on you, but you notice there's an unusual tightness around his eyes

First there's the sheen of sweat on their face that they keep trying to wipe away, and then the slight tremor in their arms as you're closing up the shop for the evening

You confront him when his gut starts trying to imitate whale mating calls and he admits to having a slight tummy ache

They keep telling you not to worry until the nausea hits them and you're scrambling to get them over a toilet or a basin or *something*

"Asra, what did you eat?"

He doesn't answer you, not because he doesn't want to, but because he doesn't know

And also because, well, the nausea is ongoing and they are suffering

You love him and you don't like seeing him in pain, so you're pulling his hair out of his face and rubbing his back and propping him up

Eventually the nausea fades and you can get them to drink some water, but then the next phase of food poisoning kicks in and they're glued to the toilet seat, producing the most lethal odors

He'll be so embarrassed you had to see and smell him like this later, but right now he's tired and weak and your hands are so cool and soothing on his feverish face

You're going to be up with them through the night until they finally fall asleep as the sun is rising

You had a scathing lecture planned for him when he woke up but you can't stay mad when he's so apologetic and embarrassed

They have a new guideline now: "If I wouldn't feed it to MC, I probably shouldn't feed it to myself."

Nadia

She doesn't get nearly as many headaches as she used to now that her undead ex-husband has been dealt with, but they still happen sometimes

You've heard stories from Portia about how bad they used to get, but this is your first time seeing it for yourself

She had tried to power through it while you were out that morning, but you were rushing back to the palace as fast as your legs could carry you when Chandra brought news that she had fainted

By the time you got back she had regained consciousness, but she was still in her chambers and everyone was unusually hushed

When you walked in the room was dark, the normal perfume in the air was muted, and she was lying stiffly in the middle of her bed

It was very strange to see her smile at you without speaking

As soon as you were within arm's reach you were quickly reminded that she was in fact the baby of her family growing up

She finds your presence soothing, what can she say

She's not letting you leave her side

You're stuck now

Anyone else who dares enter her chambers receives a death glare

Your new job is to act as a liason between her and everything outside her room

You watch for the shadows of feet in the crack of light under her door and slip away to collect her meal or request some water or answer a pressing question

Every time you return you find her sulking (she will deny this later) because you left without her permission

She will only eat if you feed her. She will only drink if you're cradling her head. She will only take the painkillers if you give her a kiss.

It's slightly heartbreaking because you can't imagine the amount of pain that would cause her to act like this

But the most beautiful woman in the world is pressing your hand to her lips and whispering how much she loves you and insisting you have a taste of her sorbet so you can't really complain

Once she's feeling better she insists on rewarding you in whatever way you desire, but she also makes it clear that you are not to share anything about her behavior to her family

Muriel

You've never seen him get sick, you're pretty sure his stomach and immune system are made of steel

He's also highly skilled at ignoring his physical needs

That's really what did him in, he kept getting symptoms and ignoring them, thereby making the problem worse

Sore throat? He's fine. Headache? He's okay. Subtle desire to wear another layer of clothing? He never gets cold, what are you talking about. Dizziness? No, the ground has always been wobbly like that -

You know you won't be able to catch him if he falls and he can tell you're getting upset, so he agrees to lie down, just for a little bit

He doesn't get up again for a while

His instinct when he realizes he's sick is to handle it the way he always has in the past, which is to hunker down where he's the most invisible and dissociate while he waits it out

Except now somebody's tapping his shoulder and pulling the covers off of his face and trying to get him to eat and he's feverish so he doesn't want to

You had forgotten just how grouchy he could be

You're getting flashbacks to what he was like when you first met

But hey, you stubbornly loved it out of him once, you can stubbornly love it out of him again

"I brought you some water, Muriel." *Grunt*

"You need to stay hydrated." *Angry grunt*

"That wasn't a suggestion, Muriel." *Death glare*

You pile furs and blankets over him and send Inanna with a note to get medicine from your shop

As he recovers he's able to open up a bit about what it meant to get sick as an orphan by the docks, and how that was a signal for others to take advantage of one's weakness

It explains his hostility towards anybody approaching him or acknowledging his condition, but he stills feels awful about it

Once he's back to normal he shows more affection than before because he knows you won't take advantage of him

What really made him the most grateful was finding out that you fed the chickens for him

Portia

She gets sick about as often as any normal person gets sick, but that doesn't mean she's okay with it

There is a dark side to living in service to other people, and that is when it becomes the thing you base your value off of

Long story short, she has workaholic tendencies and she indulges them too much when she's feeling low

Which makes her tired, which makes her feel worse, which makes her work harder, which makes her more tired, etc etc

You've seen this vicious cycle show up once or twice on ambassador trips and you've been able to pull her out of it by clearing her schedule for the day and showering her with affection and affirmation

But this time she was home, in Vesuvia, and you had to go on a trip to gather some supplies, and she had to stay and host some visiting dignitaries

And then she missed you, so she worked harder to distract herself, and ran herself into the ground

You came back to an unusually messy cottage and a sleep-deprived, feverish Portia

It wasn't very hard to figure out what happened

It was very hard to convince her to rest

You had to wrangle her into bed and convince Pepi to fall asleep on her so she wouldn't try to move

You brought her some soup and herbal tea and set to work cleaning the cottage and clearing her schedule for the week

When you walked back to check on her she was fighting to stay awake, on the verge of tears because she was so stressed and burnt out

You had to lie down next to her and tell her three times that everything was taken care of before she could fall asleep

Once she woke up and her fever broke and she had eaten and rehydrated you got her to rant about why she was stressed and then you had to force feed her soup and self affirmation

You got Ilya to come pay her a doctor's visit to get your point across

Now when either of you has to go on trips without the other, you leave her notes with affirming words all over her things so she can't go through a day without being reminded of how loved she is

Lucio

If there's one thing you can credit Morga for, it's Lucio's impressive physical endurance. His immune system is almost on par with Muriel's

Really the only time he's been seriously ill was when he was dying of the Red Plague, and that had nothing to do with physical strength

So you never really worry about him getting sick, he's Lucio, he's resilient like that

But you do worry about his recklessness sometimes, especially when it borders on stupidity

You had taken a gig back in the ancient forest to hunt down a lost relic, and you had been warned multiple times about the effects of certain plants in the area

Nothing to be too worried about really, they were even safe to touch as long as you didn't get any of their sap on you, and it wasn't deadly or anything

It was just something worth avoiding, because the effects were akin to a nasty 24 hour virus and you didn't want anything slowing you down

He did not understand the assignment

He hacked through them with his sword to make a "shortcut" and covered himself in sap

Now you're *slightly* lost in the deep woods, with an increasingly miserable ex-mercenary and no sign of human life in sight

He's panicking, last time he got sick he almost died and spent three years as a ghostly goatman, he doesn't want to do that again MC!

You snap him out of his panic by dunking him into the nearest stream (to wash off the sap so you don't get sick too, obviously) and explaining that he'll be ill for 24 hours and then he'll be fine

He's not worried anymore, but he's not used to being sick either, and he only tolerates glamorous discomfort

He is going to whine and complain without ceasing

You do your best, you wrap him up in all your blankets and set him up next to a roaring fire, you keep a cool handkerchief on his forehead, you keep him hydrated and forage enough to make him a hearty herb and jerky stew

For all of the very real discomfort he's in, he shows you nothing but gratitude, and that's how you know he won't be turning back into a goatman any time soon

[twi-liight]

Hi hi hi! I’m in love with how you write for the main 3 SO could I request them with an apprentice who’s like,, really quiet and polite most of the time, but like when they’re with friends (like Portia, who is my personal apprentice’s BEST friend, you get it) and the apprentice gets like really loud, easily excited and just over all goofy. MC: I’ll fight you!! I will! Right here and right now! Anyone: ok bet MC: no wait, I wasn’t SERIOUS-

Aw, thank you so much, that means a lot! Hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting. They/them pronouns for the apprentice.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

He gets it. Trust him, he does.  Asra has only allowed certain people to really know him, and each individual who has gotten to know him know different sides of the real him. Muriel has been with him since childhood, he knows Asra’s vulnerabilities. Nadia understands him, so she understands Asra’s motivations. So even if he hardly sees that side of the apprentice, he understands. Different people coaxes out different sides of them though he secretly wishes he can coax out all sides but that’s a selfish thought that can be packed away for another day.

Isn’t there a saying that goes like… something-something-the-more-rarer-something-is-the-more-sought-after-it-is? That lacks grace and tact, but it makes sense, right?

So he makes up excuses to visit Portia. “Hey, let’s go see Portia. Huh, why, you ask? … Well, I don’t know, maybe she’s locked out of her cottage?” “Do you want to go see Portia? Maybe she’s lost in her garden. She’s so tiny, I’m afraid she can’t see over the plants.”

“The cards say Portia is in trouble. Apparently she got bitten by a mosquito.”

“… Which of the Arcana said that, Asra?”

“All of them? Have you felt the summer air, [F/N]? It’s humid and they’re everywhere.”

Not like they mind, Portia’s a treat to be around. Asra is simply a bystander to their shenanigans, occasionally listening in, occasionally offering conversation. He thinks he’s sly. But that dopey, fond, lovesick smile on his face when he looks at them…

Niceties are a necessity in the political world. There’s hardly a politician without a mask on; one would be caught dead if they showed their true selves, and Nadia doesn’t intend to die or lose. Vesuvia needs her… The apprentice needs her. How else is she going to see them smile, laugh, and talk jovially like that?

Perhaps that was a little overdramatic. The point is, she gets it too. They are the only person whom she can truly relax around. If Portia, their best friend (whic she is absolutely ecstatic about, by the way- she loves that the two of them are close, it feels absolutely surreal), is the person that they show their more rambunctious side to, then so be it. She’s thankful that Portia can bring them happiness.

Nadia hasn’t really experienced friends. Asra is her friend, yes, and so is Julian, but the relationship they built all those years ago crumbled to ash. They’re all working to rekindle it, to build it up again, and it feels so natural but it feels strange at the same time. What the apprentice and Portia have is something special and pure and good. And gods be damned, she will swear on her life that nothing will get in the way of their friendship. No silly deals, magic, stupid goat-headed devils… Nothing.

She loves spending time with the two of them. Even if she can’t keep up with the energy, simply spectating while lounging about is more than enough. Plus, she’s there if Portia or the apprentice need any kind of advice.

WHOA whoa whoa. PASHA? You’re best friends with his kid sister? Since when! Since forever, silly! Ever since the apprentice bumped into Portia in the marketplace and they went on a wild pomegranate chase, the two got along swimmingly.

“Besides, haven’t you forgotten that she was my partner in crime in busting your ass out of your own self-made prison? Of course we’re best friends.”

“… Excellent rebuttal, but this just spells bad news. For ME. How many stories has she told you about me?”

“Not a lot.”

Sigh of relief.

“I know that you ate a worm for 5 gold when you were like 12.”

Otherwise, he loves that they are close with Portia. Devoraks are charmingly, infuriatingly hard to dislike- Portia bringing out different sides to them? He isn’t surprised. Is he surprised that the apprentice gets more livelier, more rowdier around Portia? Yeah, a little.

“How was your day, darling?”

“Good,” the apprentice replies, then scowls, recalling a particular customer. “There was this bilge rat that just would not give on the price of soul dust. 10 gold, are you kid–”

“W H A T”

“Right! 10 gold!”

“No nO no- I mean, I agree, quite ridiculous, but where did you learn BILGE RAT? That’s… that’s a swear! That pirates, who have filthy mouths, say. I-” Then he narrows his eyes, grimacing. “Pasha.”

All things considering, it’s nice to see the people he cherishes the most getting along. Especially when their smile is that bright, like it can outshine the sun.

[rpleaseikemensengoku]

HC #9

We’re cooking now! I feel like I’ve finally got some time to sit and work on stuff so hopefully I’m able to update more frequently

Request:  Hello I love your work and I see your askbox is open! Can I get a hc for Ieyasu,Masamune,Hideyoshi,and Nobunga with an Mc who LOVES cute things and finds something cute about anything, and will ESPECIALLY gush at anything cute their warlord bae does

Ieyasu

The first time he heard you squeal he thought he was going to have to fight something. 

Nearly got emotional whiplash, went from 100% on edge to 100% exasperated.

Sure Wasabi was cute but she wasn’t that cute, may reserve the scream for times of distress?

Eventually gets used to it, constantly braces himself for the squeal when you walk through the marketplace. 

Does NOT expect to be shaken when you see something a little too cute for sale. 

He know’s he is going to have to buy it, so he doesn’t even ask. Just wordlessly drops the correct amount of coin in the merchants hands and sighs as he gives it to you.

Will never admit it, but he loves the way your eyes light up and you giggle.

Refuses to admit he likes when you think he’s done something cute

Masamune

May tease you for it a little bit, nothing mean but definitely giggles when you get excited about something adorable. 

Think’s your reactions are so fucking adorable.

Will literally go out of his way to make sure you see something cute because that little dance you do and the way you drum on his arm makes his heart flutter

Nearly dies when you get your hands on Shogetsu, the two of you curled up together is enough to send him over the edge as well.

Thinks your response to cuteness is contagious and blames you for his new fondness for adorable creatures.

Loves it even more when you’re gushing about him!

You’re still his favorite though.

Hideyoshi

He thought your reactions were adorable and loved the bright smile it put on your face.

Got a little more concerned when you seemed to have violent outbursts when something was “just too cute.”

Did particularly understand your need to thrash or tightly squeeze the object of your affection

Tries to distract you when he thinks you’re going to make contact with something cute. Do no want to be the reason that alley cat get hugged to oblivion. 

Constantly showering you with moderately adorable gifts, something cute enough your squeal with delight but not so cute you start to drum against his arm.

Doesn’t understand what you find so cute about him but is so flattered. May blush a little (a lot)

Nobunaga

Is happy to see you smile, doesn’t understand it but knows they make you happy and that’s all that matters to him. 

Fills your room with adorable gifts for your birthday.

It’s a little excessive but your expression is the best thing in the world

Is happy to cuddle with you and about thirty different types of stuffed toys from the market.

Doesn’t blink when you wander home with a stray. You clearly think it’s the most precious thing in the world so he lets you keep it despite Hideyoshi’s protests.

Is amused as hell when some of his vassals and the maid staff start to pick up on your behavior. Cannot contain his laughter.

Purposefully does things he knows will set you off, he enjoys the compliments and attention. specifically the head rubs.