For day 17 of the event, I used number 33 for Qi from Nanbaka! I adore this ‘old man’ and find him so interesting! I’ve never really done anything super fluffy for him, so this was great practice and I hope any fans of the series will enjoy the small headcanons here for him!
When sharing a bed with someone else, is the character a cuddler?
Qi starts off, when sharing a bed with someone, as wanting to cuddle. During the act of just laying in bed with someone, he does genuinely enjoy being close physically to that person, even if they’re just friends, and he’ll be as close to them on the bed as they’ll allow.
If the person he’s sharing the bed with enjoys cuddling too and is up for it, Qi loves it when they cuddle with him. He either prefers to spoon, being the big spoon, just because it’s comfy for everyone and really easy, or he prefers to lay on his back, arm behind his head, and let the person he’s sharing the bed with cuddle up to him with their head on his chest. Both positions tend to give him more full body skin to skin contact, which helps this slightly touch-starved man, and with the second position, he’s really going to enjoy if the person puts some weight on him. To him, that feeling of having someone’s body weight lightly resting on you is very soothing (yes, he would definitely be a weighted blanket fan).
He’ll make light talk about the day or about thoughts in his mind with the person he’s sharing the bed with just light pillow talk until one of them falls asleep.
Once Qi does fall asleep though, he tends to break away from the cuddling. His conscious mind definitely wants that closeness, but his sleeping body wants some space. He’ll be able to sleep with an arm thrown around him and his own limbs will splay along the bed, so they’ll definitely get intertwined with the other person’s, but overall, Qi, when sleeping, needs space.
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I saw that you were taking requests and you write for original characters, I was wondering if you could do your Nanbaka character Seijirou Yohei
God, I haven't touched my Nanbaka characters in a hot minute, thank you for this ask anon. To be fair I think now I'm just going to be making him up as a I go based on the original concept which was based around a wattpad oneshit I read a long time ago.
I love making my favorite canon characters gay.
Cell thirteen of building thirteen heard about the new inmate for building five almost immediately after he arrived. The four inmates were hysterical. Scared, excited, worried. Every emotion you could think of was coursing through them. They had no reason for fear though, they would never see this new inmate. That is until.
"Hajime!" Nico called, pressing his face against the bars. "Hajime!" He tried getting the guards attention.
"What do you want?" Clenching his hand around the clipboard and gritting his teeth, he tried hard for the new year to not lose his cool every time he was asked for something.
"Can we go train with Samon?" Nico asked.
Jyugo, Rock and Uno all snapped their heads up from the quiet activity they were doing. All three glaring at the back of the green-haired boy's head. There was no reason to ask for training and it wasn't like Nico was going to be able to.
"I don't see why not; it takes you idiots off my hands for a few hours."
"A few hours?! Come on man! I'd rather train with Yamato!" Uno snapped.
"Oh, really?" Hajime rose a brow.
"No, no! I want to go to building five!" The blonde cowered under the guard's gaze. He hid himself behind Nico.
"Alright then. I don't get all day, and Samon will be pretty darn excited to whip you four into shape." Hajime cracked his neck; on the inside he was practically jumping for joy at the opportunity to not be annoyed as much today.
"At least sparing with Liang will get me warmed up." Rock stifled a yawn.
Once the four from building thirteen were dumped into Samon's hands Hajime couldn't have left any quicker. Uno groaned and pouted; he hated wearing those stupid jumpsuits but hated training in them more. It ruined his complexion and his hair. Training wasn't even the reason they showed up.
"Rock! Care to show me just how much you've improved?" With that Liang had already convinced Rock to separate from the group.
Nico, Uno, and Jyugo were screwed.
Samon Gokuu took training seriously, practically becoming a terrifying person just to enforce it. Jyugo could never outrun Samon or Inori, then again Uno and Nico needed to just outrun him. Someone lounging under a tree caught Uno's attention, actually the crutches caught his attention. Of all his years in prison he never encountered an injured inmate at Nanba prison. It was odd he was placed in building five of all places.
Walking over to the redhead under the tree, he first thought it was a woman and got his hopes up. Then realized this was an all-men's prison. There were no women.
"You must be the new guy in cell eight, Nico hasn't shut up once he learned about you." Uno scratched the back of his neck.
He received no response. The red-haired man just continued to read. Uno noticed that his arm was bandaged up, his leg too. Raising a brow, he narrowed his eyes in thought.
"How'd you get those? A nasty fight with someone in here?" He joked, hoping to ease the tension that was slowly seeping into his brain.
"You're that pretty boy from cell thirteen, right? Uno. The one they warned me about." Finally looking up from his book Uno noticed he had bandages covering his face just like Nico. A yellow eye was glazed over, almost milky.
"How'd you know my name?"
"Green haired boy told me, said I looked too feminine, and you would try something."
"Trust me pal, you don't look feminine at all."
"Tell that to the last three guys who tried to hit on me." The redhead scoffed.
"Is that how you got injured?"
"Nah, these are old. Sebun, by the way."
"Isn't that just the number seven?"
"Yep. My inmate number." Sebun shrugged.
"So, your name is just your inmate number?" Uno asked.
"Pretty much."
"I doubt that."
"It's not really, but why would I tell you who I am. Not like we'll know or see each other when we get out of this joint."
"You have a point there."
Sebun hummed in response and opened his book again. Just standing there Uno felt awkward so he sat down next to him.
"Samon's going to freak when he finds you here."
"Well, how come you get to sit here, and I don't."
"I'm injured."
"Right...."
"If you're not big on training then you came to the wrong building, but your buddy over there is a tank for sparring with Liang."
"Rock does this all the time." Uno shrugged. "It's nothing special."
"Maybe we might have some other time to chat, who knows." Sebun went back to reading his book. This conversation was going nowhere, and it felt pointless to him.
"What's Samon really going to do?" Uno chuckled. "I doubt he would even be able too--" His voice faltered when he saw the orange haired guard standing in front of him.
He had never run so fast in his life until that moment and Sebun just laughed.
That was the first time they met.
Uno was now laughing at Sebun as he sat motionlessly in one of the underground cells. Wiping tears from the corners of his eyes the blonde clutched his stomach as his voice carried down the hall.
"Okay, okay! Just get me out!" The redhead snapped.
Jyugo stayed silent as he picked the lock, he wasn't going to say anything to imply he was on either side.
Once it swung open Sebun was hobbling out and "accidentally" stepped on Uno's braid. Shooting him a lopsided grin he snickered.
"Let's get going before any of those dolls come back."
"I do not want to deal with them again." Uno shivered, holding his hair close to him as he side eyed the inmate from building five.
"Awe! Sejiro! Looks like you've made some friends."
Jyugo and Sebun froze at that familiar sickeningly sweet voice. What was he doing here? Was this all his plan? Uno had obliviously continued walking, only turning around when he realized his companions weren't with him.
"What's up? Did you two see something?"
"You heard that, right?" Jyugo asked Sebun.
"Yeah, yeah. I heard it, did you?"
"I did." Jyugo nodded slowly.
"Heard what? What are you guys talking about?!"
The blonde didn't like how Jyugo and Sebun got along all of a sudden, he found it unfair. When they first met they didn't get along but now someone he didn't even speak to was all buddy buddy with him. Uno didn't know why but this made his blood boil.
"Did you not hear that?" They both asked.
"Oh great, now you're speaking in unison on top of hearing things." Uno commented flatly.
"They're not hearing things~"
"Uno! Behind you!"
Sebun moved fast , raising his bandaged arm up to protect himself and the blonde from Mei's fists.
"Mei?! What are you doing down here?!" Uno squawked.
"Who's Mei?" Her voice wasn't coming out of her body. "Oh, the clone!" She laughed like it was funny.
"What clone? Are you a clone of her?!" Uno didn't know if he should feel scared or extremely happy there would be two Mei's, the more to flirt with.
"That's not a good thing!" Jyugo hit him over the head.
"Oh, no, no. I didn't clone Mei, I cloned Kujaku."
"Kujaku?" Sebun's arms fell to his sides as he stared at Mei and whoever was possessing her body.
"I don't know who that is." Jyugo muttered.
"What did you do with Kujaku?!"
Just as Sebun assumed his kick landed she grabbed his foot, grinning from ear to ear like a familiar blonde guy with pointed ears.
"You're so fast now, I wonder just how strong these really are!"
"What do you mean--"
Instinctively Sebun held his arms infront of his face to shield him from getting hit. His eyes widened when he realized he actually blocked. Moving backwards uncertainly he made a move to kick her again, his foot being caught in the air giving her the perfect opportunity to strike again.
Due to Mei sharing an odd brute strength with Hajime even though they are not blood related, she easily brought him down. Sebun was just a lanky young man with injuries of unknown origin, so it wasn't hard.... Kind of. Uno hurriedly picked Sebun off the floor, his clothes were most certainly going to get stained with blood.
"It's okay! You're not losing a lot of it since the bandages are soaking it up!"
"I'm not dying you nitwit."
"Okay, well, you're losing a lot of blood!!"
"It's going to be fine, just calm down..." Sebun muttered, despite being the one openly bleeding he was pretty calm.
He was given a hospital room just like Enki Gokku and Norkio Sanzou. Sitting up in the bed he grimaced at the cast on his arm and leg, disgust written on his face seeing the sling his arm was put into. As much as he was used to having injuries he felt as if he was a sitting duck, it was bad enough he was confined to the single room he was confined to the bed as well.
"Inmate seven, you have a visitor." The doctor called.
Sighing and opening his eyes he figured he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. Seeing Uno walk into the room the redhead perked up, a grin stretching across his face.
"Feel bad for me, huh? You were holding me pretty tight once I started blacking out."
"You kept slipping and I didn't want to drop you!" The blonde snapped; jaw clenched.
"Easy tiger, I'm just joking with you." Sebun held his hands up defensively.
"Why do you always have to tease me?"
"'Cause it's fun."
"It's not fun for me." Uno pouted.
"I'm sorry. Let me try again. Came to check on me honey? Couldn't stay away for too long?" Sebun broke out into a smile, eyes lighting up as Uno processed what he said.
"You're- That's-what- Honey?! The best pet name you could come up with?!" Uno stammered, his face turning a little red.
"It's barely a pet name, apparently it's someone's name." Sebun laughed.
"Don't get me started on that prick!"
"You're not even going to question what I said?" The redhead rose a brow.
"Oh- I... uhm... Thought we were ignoring it..." Uno looked anywhere but at the other inmate.
"Whatever, I already know you like me." Sebun stated cockily.
"I do not like you!" Uno snapped, his face blazing different shades of red. Sufficiently giving him away.
"Yeah, you do."
"Whatever." The blonde scoffed.
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Rants at the Hairdresser
her, behind me trimming my hair: "it's so wild how big cars are. Seems a bit dangerous, ya know?"
me, enjoying the smell of the stuff she sprayed in my hair: "Yeah, apparently that's because it's cheaper to have a car classified as a 'light truck' since you can get past safety regulations and they have different frames."
her, who has paused working on my hair: "Wait, are you serious?"
me: "Yeah, apparently it's a lot cheaper for companies to do that. And it really sucks since driving one of those cars is super dangerous, but it's even more dangerous for other people, especially if they're in a smaller car. Since it would be more safe to be another driver if they ALSO have a 'light truck,' everyone is caught in a cycle of getting bigger and bigger cars. All of which are extremely dangerous and have made being a pedestrian even more dangerous."
her: deep in thought, silent.
me, happy that someone is letting me rant about this: "Oh, the new Cadillacs are the size of tanks. That's not an exaggeration, by the way."
her, stunned: ???? "what the actual hell???"
we're silent for a bit
her, hesitantly, since I look like white trash and she has at least 10 piercings and pink hair: "I feel like America has been that way for a while... ya know?"
me: "Oh yeah, I totally get what you're saying, like, putting profit over people's safety?"
her, assured now that she knows we're both too commie pilled for this kind of conversation with someone else: "Yes! Exactly! It really sucks, right?"
me: "God, tell me about it"
I was very happy with my haircut, btw. She's so good at her job. :D
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