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meganechan05 · 8 months

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Judge and Bailiff - Chapter 4

Because AO3 is down, imma have to post this brand new chapter here so ENJOY! (￣▽￣;)

Edit: it's back up lmao

Don't worry. It's fluffy and cute and very much RitaMoru being an old married couple.

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Rita groggily woke up, only to find themself in their bedroom. They tried to push themself up, feeling their arms grow weaker with each movement as their vision was still blurry from suddenly collapsing outside the courtroom. A pair of hands quickly grabbed their shoulders, making them turn to find Morfonia.

"Morfonia...?" They began to cough, their voice hoarse and their throat extremely parched.

"Don't push yourself. The physician said you have a high fever." She helped her King sit against the backrest. She then handed Rita a mug of warm tea. "Here."

They took careful sips, allowing the warm tea to soothe the pain. They let out a small sigh, only to shiver when the warmth quickly faded. Morfonia quickly moved to put the mug back onto the nightstand so she can tuck Rita in, only for the Judge to fight it.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. You have a dangerously high fever, passed out in the middle of the castle, and can barely keep yourself up. Even Himeno said to keep you in bed when she called."

"She called?"

"Something about patents and using Gokkan's tunnels to Bugnarok to make deliveries. I already handled it." She waved her hand as if to wave it off as something they shouldn't worry about.

Rita looked at their retainer, perplexed and also surprised to hear her taking action. Morfonia noticed and looked away.

"She said it was urgent and you're in no shape to do anything so I used my right as your successor to take charge. Nothing wrong with that, right? You always told me to in case anything happened."

The Judge could only look towards the ceiling at this, knowing she's right. They did always have backup plans written out in case of emergencies. Moreso after the first Bugnarok attack as they weren't sure what could happen when the Kings were fighting. They were just taken aback since Morfonia had a tendency to avoid work as much as possible.

"The trials?"

"You already finished investigations and wrote down your verdict so it's more of confirming it in court. Why? You wanna postpone?"

"Postponements would only keep those possibly innocent in prison longer than they should." They began to get up again. "I'll just give my ruling and-" They were pushed back into bed by their retainer.

"I'll handle it. And if you keep moving around trying to work while resting, it will only keep you sick longer which means more work for me to do. So stay in bed."

"It's fine-"

"It is not. Don't make me cuff you to your bed, Rita."

Rita glared at their retainer, only to lay down with a small huff. If there was anything on the list of pros for Morfonia, it would be that she tends to keep her word. But sometimes it could be a con in Rita's book for situations like this.

Morfonia pulled the blanket up to cover her King. "Just rest. The more you rest, the faster you can get back to work." She grabbed Rita's Caliber and Hotline before leaving, knowing the Judge would grab them at any moment.

Curse her.

"Hm? Rita-san's out sick?" Gira asked as he was reading over paperwork.

"According to Morfonia-sama, they've caught a cold so she will be taking care of everything."

"Do all attendants do that?"

"It often depends per country. Had you not become a traitor against your brother, you would have been his temporary replacement should he have fallen ill since you were next in line for the throne. Not only is she Rita-sama's retainer, Morfonia-sama is also the successor to Gokkan's throne."

"I didn't know that. Then I guess I shouldn't cause problems for them. Knowing Rita-san, they're probably stressed from not being able to work."

"A decision to strengthen relationship between Shugoddom and Gokkan?"

"Something like that. I do owe them for when everyone faked my death." He checked off the list in front of him before signing papers. "I just hope Morfonia-san will be okay with that."

Morfonia stretched after leaving the courtroom, having finished all of the trials for the day. "Mou... I don't know how Rita can handle rowdy prisoners like that..." she whined, recoiling from the nasty comments thrown from guilty prisoners.

Not her fault they've committed crimes with evidence to prove it. Rita already had the paperwork documenting everything as well as audio recordings when investigating. No one could really fault her for her King's decisions.

"Sounds like you have it rough."

She turned to find Himeno. "Ah. What brings you here?"

"To check on Rita, of course. While your physicians are adequate, the least I could do is do a check, myself, to make sure a fellow King is okay."

Morfonia backed away, glaring at the Queen in suspicion. "Nothing else?"

"Why would there be anything else?" Himeno fluttered her lashes in innocence.

"Knowing you, there could always be something."

Himeno furrowed her brows at the accusation. "If you're referring to my selfishness, you do know it goes both ways, right? If Rita's healthy, they're the only one I can trust to give fair rulings to people. A change in power is too tedious even with Gokkan's Neutrality. So. Where are they?"

Morfonia eyed the woman before sighing. "If they get angry, that's on you."

She led her to Rita's quarters where the Judge was still asleep, a plush Moffun wearing a face mask in their arms. Himeno then noticed what looked like a handcuff connected to the bed post at the footrest.

She turned to Morfonia. "And that?"

"Ah. I caught them trying to get out of bed between trials. I did warn Rita I'd cuff them to bed if they tried to get out and work."

Himeno tried to hold back a laugh at this. Of course they would. She took off her backpack holding her medical supplies before going to work. Checking Rita's temperature and breathing pattern.

"Rare to have them fall sick."

"Scared the Shugods out of everyone," Morfonia said, folding her arms. "Injuries from battles or tough cases, we can expect, but not a cold."

"Even more surprising since they can walk outside in those clothes. Don't they know it's freezing out?" She put away her equipment. "Have they've taken any medication yet?"

Morfonia hesitated. "They didn't want to."

Himeno rolled her eyes at this. "This stubborn idiot." She shuffled through her bag, taking out a box and what looked like jelly packets. She handed them to Morfonia. "Good thing I packed these if they're going to be stubborn. Just give them one packet of the medicine. If they get fussy about it, bribe them with the jelly."

Morfonia looked at the packets. "These are safe for them to eat while sick?"

"Common practice in Ishabana when a child refuses to take their medicine. Guessing since Rita rarely gets sick, no one would figure out the Chief Justice hates medicine."

"Just don't tell the other Kings," Morfonia said with a pout. "Imagine how angry they'd get if they found out you know about that."

"Whatever you say. But it looks like you have everything handled. Just keep me updated as they get more rest, okay?"

"Sure."

The Queen of Ishabana took her leave, only for Morfonia to sigh. "To think the others would be that worried." She couldn't help but to smile as she set everything onto the nightstand. "But it means Rita's being friendly with them."

"I'm not."

She nearly jumped out of her chair when she heard Rita's voice, turning to her King to find them awake. "R-Rita?! How long were you awake?!" She exclaimed as the judge sat up.

"Somewhere along the lines of being called stubborn." This only made them cough, their voice still hoarse.

Morfonia gave them their cup of water. "Then you heard everything about the medicine?"

Rita quickly turned away at the question, not wanting to look at Morfonia in the eye.

"Rita. It would be a pain if you don't take it. And no screaming or it'll make your throat worse." She heard Rita click their tongue in annoyance. "At least take it so Himeno's visit wouldn't be for nothing. Even bringing you a jelly drink since you're so picky." She waited until Rita held out their free hand, allowing her to place the packet onto their palm.

She watched as Rita slowly opened up one end before staring at the packet. Shugods, she wanted to record this moment to laugh at later.

Imagine the Immovable King being afraid of taking their medicine.

Rita quickly poured the contents into the mouth before drinking the water, their face scrunched up. They heard Morfonia hold back a laugh which prompted them to glare at her. But the two knew each other long enough that said glares don't really mean anything.

"Good judge~ You took your medicine~" Morfonia teased, handing their King the opened jelly packet.

"Speak none of this to anyone," they mustered out before taking a sip.

"Whatever you say~"

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heartfucksmouth · 1 year

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can't sleep. I find it hard to get comfortable lately and I'm kind of dreading not being able to lay on my stomach or back bc my hips are so shitty. I'm so glad I already have a body pillow but dang.

moreso, I woke up to pee and then was wide awake because I was thinking of the painful and stressful overtone in the house when it comes to myles mom. I don't want my partner to be in distress like this. and my mom offered for us to go stay with her and maybe we could save to buy a house (i really do not want to get stuck in the housing system as well, esp bc myles wouldnt be able to live with me from what ive read), but that brings its own problems with boundaries and I'm not speaking to my dad (definitively and with no end in sight) but my mom talks to him every day and sees him weekly. so it would be a relief bc we wouldn't have daily beratement and feeling like we (but mainly myles) can't exist and take up space and that im put on a pedastal bc im ~female and all men are disappointments and fuck ups or something, but I'd be inviting other potential chaos and confrontation - unless my mom really truly gets that she needs to keep her relationship with my dad separate. and I'm not her daily sounding board... I need my space. it sucks so much to feel like im stuck in this again, but it's not surprising either.

I also briefly freaked out about how we would file taxes after the baby is born. I don't even file bc of my ssdi income, but having a child might change that. and then we can't get married or I lose my ssdi payments - to get the tax breaks of having a dependent/child... so I'm just like... what is going to happen with that?

the stigma and, essentially political position, of being disabled and pregnant is ever-present in my mind.

also myles mom was like "if it's a girl, ill try to soften" and I'm like lmao but if it's a boy?? you'll continue your legacy of emotional abuse and calling the men in your life retards and making them feel worthless and flawed?? no fucking thank you...

like, fuck parents like these. I can't wait to raise my kid conscientiously and intentionally so they turn out to be a compassionate human with emotional regulation skills.

also, the whole "mother" and gendered stuff isn't usually super present in my mind, but since I'm awake and ruminating, that came up too. I do feel more female and womanly being pregnant, its hard not to, and i dont think i should be ashamed of it bc any femininity i embody tends to be both soft and strong, and i think thats empowering? I chose nonbinary to describe myself bc I really don't care for the binary we have of gender, but I don't think that negates having a more fluid relationship with gender. everyone basically calls me she/her, but I feel very clear on defining myself as nonbinary. I don't usually care how people refer to me, I think it's just too tiresome for me to bother with personally. I know how i feel, and I get that it's confusing for people to understand . I still get caught up trying to explain it, but to me, it's simply an authentic feeling and allowing myself to .. accept where I'm at every day is very self-compassionate. idk if this makes sense, it's almost 2am lol

plus everyone's question is when we find out the gender of the baby lol. me and myles talked about having the main baby clothing color be green bc I hate how clothing colors are gendered. we talked about possibly a gender neutral name, but we'll see. small things like that feel really supportive to me!

I felt some weird guilt or something after sharing the news and ultrasound with more people. everyone is so so happy for us, but . idk I almost felt shame for being happy - or like it's gonna get taken from me etc. I think it's a very vulnerable position bc there is so much attention on me and judgements are always being passed. maybe it's trying to control people's expectations of me or something, and I'm sure it's internalized stuff I still have to work through.

I just want to sleep.

#personal #puppy #insomnia ramblings #long post

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emmet-appreciation · 2 years

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(pokemon rap voice) chikorita treecko turtwig litten

*beatboxing along with you, but poorly because I don't actually know how to beatbox*

chikorita: is your muse jealous? of who or what?

OK I WAS ACTUALLY HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS- Emmet is not the type to be envious but I think a part of him wishes he could be like other people. I'll just elaborate on ingo n elesa though because I like the Nimbasa trio

Ingo: He wishes he could be as eloquent and poised as Ingo. People don't seem to take him seriously because of the way he speaks, and it really weighs down on him sometimes.

Elesa: He wishes he could interact as easily with other people like she does. Being a Gym Leader, nurturing younger trainers on a journey is a part of her job title and to be frank, she does that extremely well. She's also a model and constantly has to communicate with other people for opportunities/gigs, so naturally she's also adept at navigating conversations. Emmet is not, unfortunately.

treecko: is your muse a solitary person, or do they like having a large group of friends?

Emmet is very much an extrovert despite his reservations about small talk. He likes making friends- moreso than Ingo does-

turtwig: what’s your muse favorite weather?

I'm tempted to go with the same weather his joltiks and galvantula prefer- which is to say, mild. Not particularly sunny, but also not particularly cold either.

I think he'd probably appreciate thunderstorms, though, being a bit of an electric-type maniac himself. Lightning and thunder make his heart skip a beat (from fear? excitement? probably a mixture of both). (Ingo was probably the one to cuddle into his bed during thunderstorms when they were younger, hehe)

litten: how easy is it for your muse to get angry?

It depends on the situation! Emmet doesn't have much patience for those who break safety protocol or rude people and can be quite scary.

It's much easier for him to be annoyed rather than angry. His emotions tend to come out pretty freely as well, so you can easily tell when that happens.

(When it comes to staying calm and being patient, though, Ingo definitely takes the cake! This is only applicable to stressful situations. They both are extremely excitable.)

#mun rambles #ask #headcanons #emmet #kudari #submas #subway bosses #subway masters #ingo #nobori #elesa #kamitsure #nimbasa besties #ask game #thanks for askin!! these are super fun >w<

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flightfoot · 3 years

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Is it true the writers of ml is mistreated marinette by making everything seems to be her fault, make her apologize for smt that's not her fault, make her think it's her fault while it's not? I keep seeing this opinion everywhere and it's disturbing.

Yeah, this comes up a lot. It’s not TOTALLY unwarranted, but I would argue that it tends to be exaggerated.

Marinette gets the lion’s share of narrative focus BY FAR, which means that she gets the lion’s share of everything that goes with it, including lessons to be learned and, importantly in this context, connections to akuma attacks. A lot of times Marinette is involved in some way with an akuma attack in order to give the audience eyes into whatever occurred to cause the person to be akumatized and to give it a more personal tie-back to a character we know and care about, give that character stakes in whatever happened to get that character upset enough to be akumatized. We do have some akuma attacks that have no relation to anything involving either Marinette or Adrien, but the writers don’t want to do that ALL the time.

A lot of times an akuma attack isn’t Marinette’s fault, in that she didn’t do anything wrong to cause it, but the person still got upset partially as a result of Marinette’s actions.

There have been times when Marinette’s been blamed completely unfairly for this - Christmaster springs to mind, when she apparently learns a lesson about lying when she was just making up a story for Chris, something we’d seen used as a childcare technique a few times before, especially with how Alya babysits. Most of the time though it’s a more reasonable link than that, even if it’s still not really her fault and she was trying her best.

Some of the whole “Marinette thinks that akuma attacks are her fault, that things that go wrong are her fault” seems to be part of the plot and character development she’s going through, as evidenced by some of the breakdowns we’ve seen her go through, most recently in Miracle Queen, and it looks like more are coming. So part of that I think is setting it up so SHE feels like if she makes a single misstep the world will come crashing down, and not being able to figure out what that misstep is. I don’t think that’s the writers mistreating her, but is moreso setting her up for more character development and exploration.

How many times have you read or written about a favorite character going through something bad, being stressed in order to see how they grow and change from it, or just getting comfort and support afterwards to help them? Just because a character you like doesn’t have a good time doesn’t mean it’s bad writing.

#ask #Miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng

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reonagisolos · 3 years

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yknow, i love jaya and all, but the writing for them hurts me so badly because they do nya so dirty and I'm like NO so here are some of the changes I'd make without jeapordizing the actual plot (from the perspective of someone who watched from s1-7, sort of a rewrite? But not really. Just this one pet peeve I have with the writing here, from someone who loves drama but hates lobe triangles 🤟)

-The love triangle has to go away. i hated watching any type of moment with that cause it felt so forced like..Why would you do that?

-Instead of that, I'd rather have it first establish whether or not the feelings from jay to nya and vice versa were mutual. I'm sure it is and honestly I wish the triangle never existed but if I'd rather have it happen in some other way, I'd honestly want other characters to push it, instead of nya herself. It doesn't even need to be a full fledged arc, just something that happens for one season but affects how she acts in the future

-Doesn't make sense? Let me explain. It's especially apparent in s6 but nya? Yeah she's a GIRLBOSS who can STAND ON HER OWN!! I'd find it more interesting for a reinforcement to her character if she was suddenly pressured by the students or maybe by the other ninja that hey~ since an ai is all powerful and such, maybe they'd tease her about it, pretend like there's something there when there clearly isnt.

-she'd be mad of course (someone on some other post about doing nya dirty said something along the lines of objectifying her as some trophy and honestly I agree but we'll touch on that again later) but let's get to jay and cole.

-Jay, first and foremost, would definitely be overprotective of nya, in the way that kai would be as a naturally overprotective brother, and would likely misinterpret said teasing into cole actually being a "love rival" to him, which obviously isn't going to be his intent cause he's his friend and understands that jay really likes nya, BUT realistically, he'd question their friendship a little because while yes, nya is friends (jay idk man?) with the both of them, he's hurt that he'd be so defensive and angry about something so silly.

-Anyway they would definitely fight about this the same way it happened in canon (and ends about the same way in canon) because man for people who monologue a lot they can't with feelings and probably cope with it the same way.

-Post s3 and into s4, I feel as if their friendship would be even more strained than in canon (One because in this au I want to at least have a year of mourning for their dead friend like cmon) and they'd fight a LOT (moreso because of the instability of their feelings because of zane's death) with cole, it'd be how he made it look like he didn't care for their friend's death plus some leftover feelings from the nya thing.

-For jay, (god let me have enough energy to finish ranting about this because I love him) I see him as the kind of guy that'd carry guilt with him about past shit all the time because he thinks too much when he's alone. (which is a lot at this point) Now, he tends to think very quickly without thinking things through, mainly because stress builds up quickly and he has to do it now or never (kind of like the nature of his power) but when he has time to think he goes very far with it. It's muddles those thoughts of his, cause its been a while since he's talked to any of the other ninja, but he would probably realise on how stupid he was on being unnecessarily protective of nya (of course a little before climax when they had a moment to talk alone she'd tell him about this and boundaries, but he'd mainly kept it on the back burner, definitely staying away more, but sometimes overstepping it) so becuase of that he becomes way more withdrawn—Which shows when he meets the other ninja again for retrieving zane.

okay gonna give you a breather for a moment cause as you can see i yell a lot

-Back to that, it would likely be about the same from there, except cole would be talking a lot more than jay would be, instead showing mostly empty insults and glaring (at least until the the bruise battle which would happen in about the same way tbh)

And anyway, long story short since this was supposed to be about nya, and the end of arc 1 rewrite, they make up and post s4 but a bit before s5, they talk and become good friends again, enough so that they even joke about their stupid rivalry, to the relief of nya becuase damm. those boys stupid but you gotta love em

ANYWAY BACK TO NYA BECAUSE YEAH I NEED MORE WORDS FOR HER

First of all, I don't actually mind the jay seeing into the future and jaya and stuff and making it stupidly obvious he likes her, however...I would've loved if nya actually kept the thing about them being just friends for the rest of the season and a little after (with little moments here and there, but nothing more than platonic in terms of canon) because m/f relationships are fun and cute and while the basis for jaya is definitely there I want more development then maybe some questioning of feelings and then boom after the halfway point of that they come to a conclusion

(It's one of the reasons why I bruiseshipping)

That tea scene where she drops jay into the traveler's tea portal is a decent example of that. Though I wish there was less monologue in that scene cause it dragged on and shouldn't have been so long in a high tension scene where they try to decide who goes in, just one powerful line from her then drop him.

Also I want more moments where nya ripped the dress apart or something with either a weapon nearby or her definitely high power water jets to tear it a bit so she could fight better and kick jin (gin?) butt

or just more scenes of her fighting/training with samurai x or her herself prior to learning about her being the water ninja but if you wanna see that go see my shitty tags ig

okay I'm done now

#ninjago #nya ninjago #jay ninjago #cole ninjago #ninjago rewrite #okay so these are just my brainrots at 3 am and I'm trying my best not to cry because I love jaya but some of the writing for it hurts a lot #some of these may be inconsistent bare with me #I'm just dying #and i love nya and jay #Listen ik there's bruise potential here but I'll think about that later #rant #about the water ninja thing #Because its unrelated to the main thing I'll rant about it here #I definitely think it should've been revealed that both parents were elemental masters before anything #THEN #have nya know early on but doubt it and just think that she's unlucky ig but she's gonna train twice as hard to come close with samurai x #Until there's an accidental usage of water powers #And she's in disbelief #Or #Have them not know and her to accidentally use them and boom wu tells them about it #but i do want nya to hesitate before deciding to be the water ninja #Because a big part of her character development in s6 was about her choosing whk she wants to be #Imo the writers actually handled that pretty well #Like I liked the scene and it lines up well with her as a characyer7 #And anything about consistent characterizations makes me happy #Anyway I'm actually done now #I've beem writing this fkr an hour straight #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #o

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orsuliya · 3 years

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Dear General, just talk to your wife!

Let it be said: any male hero who interferes in his partner’s reproductive ability without her permission and/or knowledge is usually immediately cancelled in my eyes. That is certainly the case for any piece of media set in modern times. Fantasy/historical heroes get a bit of leeway depending on the cultural context, although not always. But the thing is, just as there are no blanket excuses, there are also no blanket condemnations. And you know what?

I do have to give Xiao Qi a get-out-of-immediate-cancellation card in this case! But not before examining his motivations and all mitigating circumstances. To be clear, I’m up to episode 37 at the moment.

So prepare yourself for Five Reasons Xiao Qi Is Very Much Not Cancelled (But He Certainly Deserves A Very Stern Talking To And Then Maybe A Hug).

To recap: Xiao Qi was told that Awu’s health is fragile and while she is able to get pregnant, any pregnancy is very risky and a considerable danger to her life. Upon hearing this he is visibly moved; three months later, when Awu comes back from the temple, there is a re-do wedding at the Yuzhang Manor, during which Xiao Qi announces that Wang Xuan is going to be the only woman in his life. At some point – either at the temple or after the wedding – Awu starts taking medicine prescribed by the Imperial Physician. The medicine, as Auntie Xu later discovers, is actually a tonic, which can be used to prevent conception. Eventually, though, after a year or two of continuous use, it will render a woman infertile for life. As of episode 37 (41 if I choose to trust the raws) Awu does not know what is going on.

And now onto the list!

1. The man is probably the most panicked he has ever been in his life and his mental state is not that great at the moment.

The first thing to remember is that this whole ‘let’s make Awu infertile’ decision is not taken in a void. It is not a case of an isolated event; the choice comes at an end of a veritable Trauma Conga Line. The exact timeline is very muddled, but in the last few months (up to a year) Awu has been: kidnapped, rescued, attacked by assasins, forced to deal with a rebelling city and then a siege, sent straight into a murderous conspiracy and then recruited to deal with a coup… and only then she was put in the very centre of a second coup courtesy of Daddy Wang. Which caused her to lose her child and her mother on the same day. And let’s not forget all the broken illusions about her family and her first love. That’s a lot to deal with and she is pure steel with a spine of titanium, there is no doubt as to that. But she is not the only one who’s had a really hard year.

From the kidnapping onwards Xiao Qi has been with Awu on this road; more often that not away from her physically, true, but from the moment he declared her his wife who will share his life and death…? He’s been in 100%. And being the strong, dependable, ride or die guy has taken its toll, one way or another.

It is quite noticeable that with every Big Damn Heroes moment he pulls off he gets more and more affected. The bridge rescue and its aftermath? Cool as a cucumber; the guilt and responsibility is certainly there, no fear though. Breaking of Huizhou siege? He’s proud as hell of her accomplishments, but he really came at the very last moment – she was getting ready to be killed rather than taken hostage. And there is this noticeable undertone of relief there. The Red Wedding? By then he is panicking. Hard. Which he readily admits, so it’s not pure conjecture. This man, who has never been afraid of attacking armies and not really afraid of death either, is scared as f***. Mind you, it’s not like he’s ever had anyone to be really scared for before; his soldiers are a different case altogether. And this time he was late, which makes for a really fertile soil for various ‘what-ifs’ during those two days when Awu is unconscious. He was late despite basically pulling off a miracle and risking entering the capital with only 10 000 troops.

And then and only then Daddy Wang pulls out all the stops. Two days of watching his unconscious wife is nothing compared to what happens then. First she runs into the middle of opposing forces, completely disregarding any danger to herself. For him (and her father, but that is beside the point)! I am sure that Song Huaien relayed her words to Xiao Qi once the dust settled. Then... Princess Jinmin dies and Awu starts bleeding.

After… After he claims responsibility for Princess Jinmin’s death. There is no doubt he is feeling doubly, triply responsible for the miscarriage. He can’t really help his wife. And he is grieving for their child. Not only for Awu’s sake, but for his own too.

It all culminates with the Imperial Physician telling Xiao Qi that there is another battle to be fought, one which Awu will probably enter with minimal hesitation and in which he is not going to be able to pull a Big Damn Heroes rescue. So in that moment he clutches at his heart… And – at least I think that’s the moment - takes a split-second decision: NOT AGAIN. Everything after that? He’s only holding to a chosen course.

2. He is feeling guilty as all hell and is overcompensating hard.

Xiao Qi is the epitome of a hyper-responsible hero. And not in the ‘Woe is me, everything is my fault!’ way that brooding heroes tend to veer to. No empty anguish or dramatic self-flagellation there! He is very matter of fact about both his responsibility and perceived guilt. Soldiers die under his command? He will honour their memory and take care of their families. Awu gets kidnapped by his personal enemy? He will admit his guilt without any excuses and offer recompense. Princess Jinmin becomes a victim of a stand-off that he did not even provoke? He will take the blame and then redeem himself by swearing an oath that he will not fail to protect Awu. And he takes his oaths very, very seriously, otherwise the Ma family would have a Really Big Problem.

All that responsibility comes from both his own character and the force of habit. Nobody ever worries about me, he says. To his soldiers he is the strong, infallible one and so he keeps this facade intact despite knowing it’s a load of bull.

So this hyper-responsible man has unwittingly sent his wife into danger, into battle (!) three times already (kidnapping, rebellion in Huizhou, Zilu’s coup) and was part of the reason she entered the fourth one. And while she has acquitted herself brilliantly every time, she paid a very steep price for saving him/the Empire. In his mind, he owes it to her and to Princess Jinmin for it to never ever happen again. And so he is not going to send her into the battle of childbirth for anything under the sun! The thing is, Awu is brave as hell and would enter it willingly in a blink of an eye. So he is arranging things so that she can never do that in the first place.

3. Xiao Qi is trying to spare Awu from mental and emotional anguish. It’s a pattern and one wildly spiraling out of control.

It’s really, really starting to show that Xiao Qi is used to being regarded as the infallible one, the one who must always find a solution and save as many people as he can. And while it is not a problem in Ningshuo, when he needs to tell Awu the truth about her father (and still he hesitates!), it tends to come through quite strongly in moments of stress and/or danger. Which is understandable, I think. In Ningshuo the stakes are not as high, everybody is safe and they are in the middle of Xiao Qi’s fortress, the very centre of his power. If there is any place he feels safe and at home, it’s right there. The capital is a wholly different kettle of fish; even on his first visit Xiao Qi is – quite reasonably – wary and on guard. For him the capital is behind enemy lines. So he reverts to his Infallible General mindset more and more: he keeps telling Awu things, but not all of them (money) and not always immediately (Hulans asking for a bride). Which is really stupid of him since Awu is in many areas just as smart - if not smarter - than him.

It’s not only the Infallible General mindset, though. In fact, that is the least of the problems there. By this point the panic is really setting in and so is the guilt. There is one more thing, though. Xiao Qi has this tendency towards self-deprecation. He does not wallow in it, but the undercurrent of his perceived social inferiority emerges from time to time, moreso in the capital. And it does factor in his behaviour; I sense that he has this need to keep deserving her. Coupled with devotion, it pushes him into a very touching, but also potentially dangerous single-mindedness.

Saving Daddy Wang by kneeling all night long clearly shows that Xiao Qi will stop at nothing to spare Awu’s heart, life and health. Personal pride? Enmity towards Daddy Wang? Political expedience? Disregarded completely. So what’s a year or two of lying if it means Awu lives? He’s set himself a Goal: protect Awu, just as he promised before Princess Jinmin’s grave. And it’s really been blinding him since.

Notice that he did not tell her about saving Daddy Wang either. She had to find out from His Imperial Spudness! True, it all worked out fine then, but whatever his reasons, he still did not tell her. And yes, I get that his reasons were really noble, but! But it is still a pattern, one that I hope she will break him out of rather sooner than later.

4. He is making a great sacrifice too; hear me out! And he does not leave himself an out.

This is the kind of argument that launches a flaming discussion, so please, be gentle. Anyway, we are not going to speak of whether any man has the right to make unilateral decisions about his wife’s body, that’s neither here nor there in this case, since it does not really enter into consideration in the drama itself.

What is clearly very important in the drama is the idea of family lines. The Wang and Xie families are all about this idea of legacy and bloodlines. Bloodlines are Important: propagating the bloodline is Wang Su’s main duty and both families fight over whose blood will sit on the throne. This clan mentality is clearly a Very Serious Business. Admittedly, Xiao Qi is an outsider to the clan-based society of upper classes. But even though his primary social group consists of his brothers-in-arms, he is very acutely attuned to the idea of family being the most important thing. It shows in many aspects of his life: in the care he gives to his soldiers’ families, in the consideration he gives Awu when she encounters another heartbreaking truth about her relatives and in the way he seems to take for granted that she will not stop caring for Daddy Wang no matter what. Also, he clearly likes kids, the mysterious shadow child gave us this much.

So it is not out of the realm of possibility that he would really like to have a child of his own. And why wouldn’t he? Awu may have trouble bearing him children, but there is nothing stopping him from taking a concubine or a dozen for this very purpose. Any other man in this drama would have (maybe except Zilu…?). And the society would not judge him, especially if the truth about Awu’s condition came out. It really is not a monogamistic society. Moreover, since Daddy Wang is not in the picture any more, nobody can even try to force Xiao Qi to keep to one bed (or poison his concubine…), not with his current position and power.

And what is the very first thing he does after Awu comes home? He declares – in public and with great pomp! - that Awu will be his only woman, thus staking his honor and reputation on all his children being hers. Which with the tonic in play means that there will be no children. It is a decision he takes very deliberately and in direct response to the previous events and the Wangs’ fall from grace. In fact, I wager this whole monogamy clause is a way not only to quell the rumours and stop any scheming families in their tracks, but also to keep things fair as much as it is even possible. Awu will not have children, well, neither will he.

5. He is setting himself up and preemptively hogging all the guilt and blame.

The short yet very poignant exchange with Pang Gui in episode 37 makes it clear that Xiao Qi knows quite well he is going to be found out sooner or later. Sure, he would rather that Pang Gui kept mum about everything, but in reality he leaves it wholly up to his judgment. Which tells me that Xiao Qi is not willing to ‘kill’ for this secret. In fact, it might suit his plans if it were to come out… though not at the moment. Maybe after the requisite year or two, once Awu is no longer in any danger. Relying on what we know about his character, I think he is wholly prepared for the truth to eventually come out and then to take all the blame. And I mean ALL the blame. As in: Awu will have no reason to blame herself for her fragile health and thus inability to bear children, if it’s actually Xiao Qi’s fault. He will have gotten her infertile, so her actual ability to give birth safely will be immaterial. She will put all her anger on him and not on herself, and anger he can take, it’s her getting quiet that he can’t cope with. And to hell with what it does to their marriage, she will be alive. Is it stupid, stupid thinking? Sure. But quite probable when you’re dealing with a man this hyper-responsible and clearly unused to family dynamics.

And that’s that. Do I think he is being a single-minded fool? Sure. The man is not perfect after all! Does he need to talk to Awu? Of course, but I get where his unwillingness to do just that comes from. Is it going to bite him in the ass really, really hard? Oooooh, is it! But Xiao Qi is not cancelled and if Awu forgives him, then so should we all.

#this rant may be long and unneeded #but so very satisfying #XIAO QI IS VERY MUCH NOT CANCELLED #why? because I say so #feel free to disagree #the rebel princess #monarch industry #rebel princess meta

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Royal Kombat...Training

Another little Blurb, this one being more comedic again: not as silly as the Santa Claus one, but still.

One day, Queen Bianca invited Queen Elizant II to The Hive, but this time was somewhat unusual. While normally, Bianca’s messages would say things like “I would love for you to come so that we can chat personally!” or “You and I should go to the Golden Settlement together!”, this time the message simply said “Please come to The Hive at your earliest convenience, and be at your best status: I have a proposition to make.” Bianca did not request things from Elizant very often: she was typically more of a giver than a taker, so the message was slightly strange to Elizant. Elizant came anyway, having little reason not to trust Bianca. When she came to The Hive she was greeted by some guards and was led to Bianca’s throne room. There she saw the Bee Queen, who excitedly came over and gave her a big hug.

Bianca: Oh, Elizant, I am so glad you made it! Not that anything but your own will could stop you, of course! And as usual, you appear to be in tip-top shape!

Elizant: Yes, Bianca, I am glad to see you well also…

Bianca: So, would you like some tea? I made a special blend today: it’s lacking in the usual honey but it makes up for that in nutrition!

Elizant: That, er, could be nice...Bianca, what was your...proposition?

Bianca stopped for a moment before blushing, apparently having been caught a tad off-guard.

Bianca: Ha, I-I didn’t expect you to bring it up so quickly…

Elizant: It just wasn’t what I tend to hear from you.

Bianca: I suppose so...oh, now that the time has seemingly come I somewhat regret asking in the first place…

Elizant: We’re friends, Bianca, you can ask.

Bianca:...You promise it won’t be a bother?

Elizant: Well, I don’t quite know enough to promise much of anything.

Bianca:...Mm...you are a very strong woman, Elizant.

Elizant was a little flustered by the remark, and now she was the one blushing (though, luckily for her, her mask hid it).

Elizant: Err...thank you? What does that-

Bianca: You train your soldiers, do you not? At least some of them?

Elizant: Indeed I do: I have trained Zaryant and my Lieutenant, as well as a few other high-ranking warriors. I have even given some training to Team Maki.

Bianca: Excellent, you have experience with combat training! That was just what I was hoping for!

Elizant:...Bianca, you weren’t going to ask me for a hit on someone, were you?

Bianca: What-no! Of course not, I would never!

Elizant: Well, I would hope not...what did you want then?

Bianca looked to the ground for a moment, contemplating, before gathering her courage and turning back to her fellow royal.

Bianca: I...I wish for you to train me.

Elizant was completely surprised by the question, and for a brief moment she thought she had heard Bianca wrong.

Elizant: Train you? Like in combat?

Bianca: Yes!

Elizant: But aren’t you-

Bianca: A pacifist, yes. However, I admire your battle capabilities so much. I must admit that my physical state is a tad...lacking for physical confrontations, and this stinger is only so useful.

Elizant: Bianca, you needn’t feel bad for how you do in battle. Ants are naturally quite powerful.

Bianca: I know that, but even a fraction of that power would be more than satisfactory for me. Besides, if you train me, I can potentially train my daughters, and we will be much more capable of protecting ourselves and those we care about! Even if I don’t wish to harm anyone, it would be in my best interest to ensure that none could harm me or mine.

Elizant was not at all expecting this level of enthusiasm to fight from Bianca. She did care much for her hive, though, so it did make sense for her to want to protect it as best as she could.

Elizant: Hmm...you make some compelling arguments, Bianca. Very well, then! I shall train you to the best of my ability, and by the end of this I intend to give you might worthy of an Ant!!!

Bianca jumped for joy and clapped upon hearing this.

Bianca: Oohoohoo, thank you so much, Elizant! (To Some Guards) Brianne, Hannah, please bring the training dummies in here!

Brianne and Hannah: Yes, your highness!

As the two guards left to get the dummies, Bianca turned to her friend with a look of excitement.

Bianca: So, what will we work on first?

Elizant: Hmm...I feel that we should train your legs first: we will begin with some snap kicks. Watch me.

Elizant stood firmly before lifting up one of her legs, bending it so that her knee was almost level to her chest.

Elizant: Now, you do not need to keep your leg this high up: how high you bring your knee can assist with how high your kicks can go.

Bianca: I see. Hmm…

Bianca attempted to lift her leg in the same way Elizant did, but she was clearly struggling with it. Bianca was trembling before her knee was even up to her waist.

Elizant: A-again, Bianca, you do not need to keep your leg that high…

Bianca: I-I-I know, b-b-but I th-think it would help...with…

Bianca loses her balance and falls to the floor with a small yelp.

Elizant: You know, Bianca, balance is very important to good fighting form...have you considered using your wings to help?

Bianca: Ughhh...with all due respect, Elizant, I feel that I will be at my best if I avoid using any crutches, literal or otherwise.

Elizant: Suit yourself…

Elizant was starting to get concerned for Bianca's wellbeing, and as she helped her friend back up the guards had come back with a couple blocks of wood.

Elizant:...Are these your training dummies?

Hannah: Yes, Queen Elizant! They are excellent tools with which to improve our halberd proficiency.

Brianne: [Help with stress relief too…]

Elizant: Somewhat thick for use in hand-to-hand training, are they not?

Bianca: Oh, Elizant, don’t undersell yourself: I am entirely certain you can put those dummies to great use!

Elizant: Well, I-I was actually concerned more for-

Bianca: Why not test a snap kick of yours on one of them? Give me a frame of reference?

Elizant sighed before stepping in front of one of the dummies and unleashing a kick on it. This was not too strong a kick, but it was enough to knock the dummy high up, crashing it into the wall above the throne room doors. As it falls back to the ground, the Bees in the room show amazement at the Ant Queen’s strength.

Hannah and Brianne: WOAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Bianca: Oh, that is so very impressive, Elizant! (To The Guards) Hannah, Brianne, please take no offense but may you two leave for a moment? Just so Elizant and I can focus on our training better?

Brianne: Are you certain, your majesty?

Elizant: Yes, a-are you?

Bianca: Of course, it’s just a little friendly sparring.

Elizant and The Guards: Sparring?

Bianca: Sparring, training; my point is that by the time we’re through I hope to be a much more powerful Queen. And besides, with Elizant here I doubt I would need to fear any threats.

Hannah: If you say so, Queen Bianca…

As the two guards leave the room, Elizant turns to Bianca again, concern hidden on her face but very much emanating from her person.

Elizant: B-Bianca...would...would you like to attempt kicking one of these dummies?

Bianca: Oh, of course!

Bianca turned to one of the dummies and gave it a sloppy attempt at a kick...the dummy barely reacts, but Bianca tears up a tad and clutches her foot in pain.

Elizant: L-look, Bianca, there other ways to fight in close quarters. Take one of my blades.

As Elizant pulls out her swords and hands one to her friend, Bianca takes a turn to give a concerned look to her.

Bianca: You don’t mind giving me one?

Elizant: I have spares.

Bianca: You are so generous!

Elizant responds with a simple “Mhm” as she brings the dummy she kicked moments ago back to where it was originally placed.

Elizant: Now, in good swordplay, form and steadiness are just as important, if not moreso, than the pure force of your swing. Observe.

Elizant takes her blade and, in the blink of an eye, slices her dummy clean in half, once more amazing Bianca.

Elizant: See that? A clean, straight slice. Not only should you swing hard and fast, but you should hold your sword tight and swing as straight as you can.

Bianca: Understood!

Bianca gives her dummy a fierce look before swinging her blade. Unfortunately, she does little more than nick a little of the dummy’s top.

Elizant: Tsk, see, your swing was a tad wavy there. Try again.

Bianca does, but this time she hardly even chips the dummy, dealing less damage than last time.

Elizant: There your swing was too slow: remember, swing steady but fast.

Bianca: Steady but fast...steady but fast…

Bianca tries one more time to cut the dummy...and gets her sword lodged into it. Elizant tries to stifle her laughter, but a little does escape. The Bee Queen doesn’t notice, though, too busy trying to get the sword out.

Bianca: I-it’s stuck!

Elizant: (Chuckles) Bianca, let me help you.

Bianca: I am so silly, how did it get stuck?!

Elizant: I-it’s fine, Bianca, this sort of thing happened to me plenty of times…[when I was a teenager].

Bianca: I need to get...it…

The sword is removed...and flung straight up into the air. The two Queens scramble for a moment, trying to determine where the sword will land. Bianca stops and nearly screams when it lands hilt-first into her fluff, the blade scarily close to her face. Elizant is most certainly done laughing now, and she comes over to get the sword back.

Elizant: Really, Bianca, you do not need to force yourself to be a fighter. You can-

Bianca: I do not wish to be a fighter, I wish to be capable of fighting...Aha! Fisticuffs!

Bianca puts up her dukes and gives Elizant a determined look. Under her mask, Elizant gives Bianca the most worried look she had given anyone in a long time.

Elizant:...Bianca, I do not want to hit you.

Bianca: Will you allow me to hit you?

Elizant: I-I mean, I...I’m certain I’LL be fine.

Bianca: Then it is only fair for you to hit me back: sparring does not go just one way.

Elizant: Ehhhhhh...should I teach you how to throw a punch?

Bianca: I feel that I have a decent idea, but thank you.

Elizant: Ummm…

Bianca: I will go now!

Bianca runs up to Elizant and unleashes a flurry (if you can call it that, it was rather slow) of punches onto her. After fifteen or so blows Bianca is tired and needs to catch her breath.

Bianca: *Huff*...*Puff*...How was that? Are you hurt?...Oh Gods, I am so sorry if I hurt you too hard.

Elizant was perfectly fine, Bianca’s punches being about as effective as a young ant...one that had no combat training.

Elizant: Err, I am...alright, Bianca. No need for concern.

Bianca: Phew, I am so relieved...alright, now attack me!

Elizant: B-B-Bianca, are you certain? Ants can carry ten times their own weight, I-I-

Bianca: Well, you needn’t give me a full-force uppercut, just a punch with about half-power!

Elizant:...Um, how about a quarter? Or a tenth, to level the playing field more>

Bianca: However you feel is necessary, just don’t hold back too much: after all, this will help me with my durability!

Elizant: I pray it does…

Elizant really does not want to harm Bianca, but she would also rather not disappoint her, so she knows she should use at least some force...With relent, and a little regret, Elizant winds back her fist before sending it, with about .9/10 of the force she would otherwise use in battle, straight into Bianca’s belly. Bianca immediately fell to the floor clutching herself, all breath knocked out of her.

Elizant:...OH GODS, BIANCA, I AM SO SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE-

Bianca: R-really Elizant, I am fine. You don’t need to apologize.

Elizant: A-are you certain!? Entirely!?

Bianca was clearly in a lot of pain, and her normally sweet, soothing voice was now weak and raspy. Despite that, she still had a smile on her face.

Bianca: Yes, Elizant, I am…

Elizant kneeled down to lift up her friend, and gently walked her over to her throne.

Elizant: Look, Bianca, training is only part of getting stronger. You also need to focus...on...your diet!

Bianca: Mm, I understand that...far too much honey for me, I suppose, (weak giggle followed by a cough). I assume your diet is purely the most healthy of foods, yes?

Elizant:...Y-yes…

Elizant failed to mention the Plumpling Pie she partakes in every morning and night.

Elizant: Let’s start by setting up a list of good foods to eat, making sure your meals are nutritious and that you eat a reasonable amount of them.

Bianca: And soon we can train some more?

Elizant:...Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes…

Bianca: Ohhhh, thank you, Elizant…

The two friends hugged again. Though Bianca was hurting, she looked forward to the future very much. Elizant, on the other hand, was very much worried for Bianca’s health (and worried as to what her guards would think that she sent their queen/mother to the floor with one punch), but at least Bianca was enthusiastic...

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sablesides-ask-blog · 3 years

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⚠️TW: Kidnapping⚠️ Can You Do “It’s Okay, [Name], I’ve Got You...” With An Analogical Mafia AU Where Virgil And Logan Go On A Date, But It Actually Does End Up Being A Mafia Kidnapping?

Virgil had a lot of regrets in life, he wasnt willing to share them, because they're all rather personal and he doesnt know us like that, but he has a lot of them.

Of course, being the son of a mob boss does tend to do that to a person, among other things.

Virgil was terrified of dating, not only because he felt that something bad might happen to his date, but also because he felt he wasnt worthy of love after all that he'd done.

So when Logan C. Sanders had snuck his way into Virgil's life with a wink, a smile, and a ferocious intent on claiming him as his own, Virgil wasnt entirely sure what to do.

Really he knew next to nothing about Logan, and when you're apart of a mafia, that's almost as bad as treason.

But, Logan was nice to him, he made him sweets and took him on nice dates,so eventually Virgil began to trust him.

Unannounced to Virgil, Logan had a few secrets of his own.

The main secret being that his own sister had started a gang that wished to overthrow Virgil's father, and Virgil's appearance on their radar was like Christmas come early.

Now it wasnt Logan's fault that Virgil wasnt told, being threatened at gun and knife point not to tell can be very stressful, and the idea of breaking up so soon with someone you love so much can be quite the ordeal.

But moreso was the ordeal of waking up not in a warm bed with more blankets than you could ever need in your life, but tied to a chair and gagged, with a woman six times your size staring down at you with malice in her eyes.

"So this is Liddell's runt is it? I expected better from his heirs, I could throw him a mile with one hand tied behind my back!" She spoke in a high-pitched cackling tone.

"We'll send out our demands to his father, if he accepts, we'll have a grand city to call our own," she paused and looked at Virgil with a wicked grin, pulling a knife out and pressing it to the center of his throat, he felt it pierce the skin.

"And if he doesnt, my brother will have to find a new toy to play with," she finished, Virgil froze, eyes wide.

"Oh yes! Logan's related to the very same people who want to wipe you off the face of the earth! Very unfortunate isnt it? I do hope hes not to attached, I like him a little to much to see him pull a Romeo," the girl said with a mirthless laugh.

"That wont be necessary," Loan's voice sounded from the rafters, and then Logan's body appeared behind Virgil.

"Logan! I told you to stay home!" The girl snarled, glaring at him from over Virgil's chair.

"And I told you to find another way to live out your little power fantasy," Logan said, wrenching the knife away from her while she was distracted and cutting Virgil's bonds.

"Logan!" The woman snarled, attempting to grab at the two of them before Logan broke into a sprint.

"Dont worry, you're safe now, I've got you," Logan whispered, Virgil buried his head in Logan's chest, content just to listen and savor the beating of his heart.

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kalu-chan · 3 years

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OC Character Ask

Tagged by @nyanberri! I have too many OCs to choose from so I’ll uhhh just take Lexy/Lexie/Lexi I guess bc she’s my KH OC and I’ve met you through KH. and bc I need to flesh her out more Putting it under a cut for length and some KH spoilers until like KH3-ish

Tagging @silverfeathers to do it too :3

1. Do they have a morning routine that they do to get ready for the day? What about a night routine?

Aside from the standard get dressed, brush teeth, etc, not really.

2. Is there anything specific that they need before they go to bed? A night light? Warm milk? Maybe a story?

She didn’t before, but after she and her family got attacked by Shadows, she started writing a journal each night, and some nights she needs a night light.

3. Do they have a skin care routine? If so is it long or short?

Not really skin care, but she’s tried out a lot of scar creams. I’d put more info but all google gives me is “How to get rid of scars” and not “How to make sure they don’t feel uncomfortable”

4. Do they like tight clothes or loose clothes?

Either is fine as long as it’s colorful, she’s basically a walking rainbow.

5. What is their favorite color?

Do you have to make her choose...? I guess if she has to, she likes dark blue, the sky just after sunset. Or the red of Axel’s hair and the black of his coat

6. What kind of stuff do they dream about? What do they have nightmares about?

Most of her dreams are those weird dreams that make you go “????” but when you think a bit you can easily decipher which happenings during the day caused what part of the dream. Nightmares, though, usually have to do with her or people she cares about getting cornered by a hulking black mass with piercing yellow eyes.

7. Do they have any special talents? Singing? Dancing? Playing an instrument?

Well it’s definitely not playing poker, Lexi can’t do a pokerface to save her life lmao. She’s gotten a little bit of training with different weapons, but not much, like, Sora’s experience with wooden swords was probably better than what she can do at the start of her journey.

8. Are they active? If so what do they do? Workout? Play a sport?

She’s gotten Axel, Demyx, Roxas, and Xion to teach her a little bit of fighting cringe is dead my OC is friends with half the Org deal with it but not a lot tbh, especially since it’s several different fighting styles that she now knows the basics in, but none she’s actually good at.

9. What is something that they are really passionate about?

“Listen Nobodies DO have emotions, I HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH THEM FOR AGES, EVEN THEY REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT because they’re all IDIOTS, but trust me I know that!”

10. Do they ever have a self care or 'me’ day? If so, what do they do?

Lexy is a total extrovert and loves company, so a “me” day usually still involves hanging out with other people. Maybe if she really just wants to relax, hanging out with Demyx specifically and listen to him play the sitar.

11. What’s something they’re secretly really insecure about? Is it something physical or maybe something related to who they are or what they identify as?

Her non-existent fighting skills. Lexie kinda-sorta joins Sora’s group for the timeline of KH2, and she tries but especially at the start she’s just... Not good at it. And if she faces Shadow Heartless she has almost no chance because she tends to freeze up then. She does get better at fighting over time though.

12. Have they ever dated? If so, how did their last relationship end?

She’s probably had a few dates as a teen, maybe a partner, but nothing too serious. She’s (with almost no success) trying to hide that she’s got a crush on Axel/Lea, and they finally get together around DDD.

13. Do they care about quality or quantity with their work?

When it’s for friends, quality, otherwise she’s kinda just “eh, good enough” for stuff.

14. What is their favorite scent?

The smell of a campfire. Heat in general is nice (hot water smells different than cold water I swear), but campfires especially.

15. What is their favorite genre of music?

Lexi’s fine with whatever tbh, but it varies a bit on her mood. If she’s stressed or just wants to chill, she’s taken a liking to sitar music, otherwise she really likes pop.

16. What do they usually have for a midnight snack?

Nothing, usually.

17. Have they ever snapped because of what someone said or did to them? If so what happened? Do they regret it and did they apologize?

Theoretically that scene isn’t written yet, buuuut. Lexie’s best friend is Demyx. Sora is not exactly sad about killing her best friend. I’d say it’s pretty damn understandable for Lexie to get pissed off in that situation. She’s very emotional in general so probably snapped at people in general when it came to the topic of Nobodies; sometimes she’d apologize, but not always.

18. Do they have any kind of medical condition? If so what? Asthma, kidney disease, etc.

Well I’m pretty sure having her parents and almost herself killed in a Heartless attack could’ve caused PTSD, so I need to do some research on that before writing more with her.

19. Have they ever had a panic attack? If so, what caused it and how were they able to calm down?

Well, I’m pretty sure seeing the monsters who killed your parents and seeing your friends and crush killed in front of you can cause those - The Shadows moreso directly, while the friends/crush stuff usually needed a while to really hit. Like, so much happening it once, that a few hours or days afterwards it hits her all at once and she just. Curls up somewhere.

20. What are they genuinely afraid of?

Shadow Heartless, and losing people she cares about (yeah she’s gonna suffer). As for the Shadows, she knows there’s stronger and more dangerous Heartless around, but the Shadows scare her the most.

21. How organized are their living spaces? Do they keep things clean or are they disorganized?

“Damn girl you live like that?” Her room’s chaos, but somehow she always knows where stuff is.

22. If they ever had a YouTube channel, what would they make videos about?

Pretty scenery videos around Twilight Town. The view from the clock tower, pretty places in the woods around the city, etc.

23. Do they have a birthmark or any scars? If so how do they feel about them and how did they get their scars?

Lexi’s pretty much covered in scars. Her family wanted to get out of Twilight Town when the Heartless started becoming more and more, but didn’t make it all the way to the train station - Lexy’s parents got killed in the attack, and Lexy almost died. Her little sister is the only one who got away without physical damage.

24. Are they the type to start or finish fights?

Hm... Neither and both. Lexi can get worked up quickly, so arguments with her might get heated, but she usually wouldn’t start an actual fight, especially since she calms down pretty quickly, her emotions burn hot and bright but not long.

25. Do they like cuddling? If so are they a big spoon or a little spoon?

Yes.

26. Do they prefer baths or showers?

Baths, though she usually takes showers because it’s quicker.

27. How do they sleep? Do they stay in one position all night or do they toss and turn? Do they snore or talk in their sleep?

Lexi sometimes mumbles in her sleep, and she moves around a lot. That’s how you can tell she has a nightmare: She moves almost not al all when she has one.

28. How touch starved are they? Would they like a hug right now?

Technically not touch starved, but yes, she’d love a hug.

29. What are their favorite kinds of foods? Sweets, sour foods, salty, etc?

She likes all of them on occasion, but she’s especially fond of spicy food and all kinds of curry.

30. Do they still have anything from their childhood? If so what and why? A stuffed animal, a piece of jewelry, a book, etc?

She’s got a stuffed animal that belonged to her little sister, and a few of her own. Other than that a few trinkets that were gifts from friends, but most of them are too recent to be called “from her childhood”.

#Tag game #My OCs #Lexy (KH)

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💉🔥✘ for all yo muses >)

bish i s2g. ok here goes

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

I'd say no, she's very very resilient and her immune system is very good--she takes care of herself. she has to be healthy and beautiful for her senpai <3

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

She feels most at peace and most motivated alone in her house, in her room, where she has, amongst other things, a shrine for her beloved senpai, and she believes it binds their souls together and she's that much more motivated to win their heart!

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Ayano detests anyone who gets close to her object of affection--closeness can range from being her darling's friend, or to just existing in the vicinity of her darling. at best, she'll try and benignly manipulate the problem person to move away, in worst case she'll kidnap and torture them until they break

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

Chloe doesn't take care of herself that much so she's not exactly peaking when it comes to physical health... she tends to get colds n stuff like that easily. Also, back problems, springtime allergies, blech

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

the junkyard. so many memories good and bad, so much time spent thinking things through, and putting plans in motion whether on her own or with Rachel or even Max

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Not to be depressing but I think the person Chloe detests most of all is her own self, and it reflects in how she treats and sees others, and it's why she's so careless and impulsive and has the tendency to get herself in dangerous situations

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

well... there's him being a vampire (...or is he???), and there's him having some kind of a unspecified, but definitely chronic mental illness, possibly caused by drug abuse... or the vampire curse... who knows...

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

when he was but a human teenage boy and ran away from home to get in the car with his shady friends and they drove to an underground party/concert in the capital of the country and he felt so much joy watching some dudes scream non-sensical dramatic lyrics into the mic while playing dark tunes on the guitar and he was like 'yes, i'll be a musician one day, probably, if i survive that far'

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Messiah is usually too phlegmatic to detest someone in particular--rather, he thinks it's the whole damn world that's shitty--but if he doesn't vibe well with someone he WILL go out of his way to avoid them or ignore them... and if it's not possible he'll get really irritable and snappy, and if provoked too much he'll get REALLY scary and possibly violent. Just don't poke him too hard ok

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

He does have a form of anxiety due to the childhood abuse he went through... also, asthma, tho it doesn't affect him frequently, just when he gets too anxious or exerts himself physically... and his face is very sensitive bc of his scars

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

whenever he visits josuke's or koichi's house and hangs out with their families and he feels warm and welcome and appreciated...

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

He detests anyone who tries to start shit with him or his friends and he doesn't think twice before getting over-protective and maybe even outright aggressive if he feels their safety threatened enough, or if he feels they're being insulted or etc

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

So when he was a kid and played on the beach he broke his rib and ever since whenever he's in places where there's high pressure he feels sharp pains in his lungs

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

He's been to so many places, seen so many things, talked to so many ppl, but Morioh is his muse and the place he feels his life truly began

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

The classic example of someone Rohan detests is Josuke (even if it's kinda petty), but he doesn't really go out of his way to either avoid him or antagonise him--it just happens naturally. Rohan also very much dislikes people who are selfish and corrupt and a menace to society, tho they also kinda interest him, but like in a 'eughh ur such a horrible human being and ur going to hell but i wanna know who hurt you' way

💉: Do they suffer from any sort of chronic illness or bodily fragility?

Guy's been through so much shit that barely anything can get to him while he's in his prime, tho i think as he gets older his body starts to show effects of all the abuse and wounds and stress and etc he'd endured. also there's the depression which comes and goes

🔥: What’s a place that left them motivated in some fashion?

moreso a person than a place... at least in the case of the grey warden letting him live and join the party, because that's when zev finds his lost will to live... and if the grey warden let him off, i think zev ends up in the alienage in denerim right when it's in 'quarantine' and starts looking into shit and comes to some realisations and still ends up abandoning his life as an assassin and being on the run and dismantling morally questionable organisations bc it was #fate

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

Zev rarely cares enough to outright detest someone, and he is rather lax when it comes to morality, being an assassin himself... tho if there really is someone who grinds his gears, he'll do his best to ignore them but not go out of his way to ignore them--if he can't ignore them he'll get rly nasty and snarky and even outright cruel--or just eliminate them if they're a threat to him or his values

#hehe jk thanks tho i love comparing how different they all are :O #hc ( ayano ) : and i felt nothing #hc ( chloe ) : tbt #hc ( messiah ) : tbt #hc ( okuyasu ) : tbt #hc ( rohan ) : how perceptive of you to notice...#hc ( zevran ) : tbt

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brief-candle · 4 years

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αℓεα ιαcтα εsт - various kny x reader [2]

part 2! and i have 2 lots of maths homework due tomorrow that i haven’t even started!! priorities!

link to part 1 if you haven’t read it!

debating making a masterlist... it’d probably come in handy

also as always, criticism is always appreciated! have a wonderful day <3

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The chickens were restless that day, it seemed. Whenever attempts to herd them together were made, they only scattered more. Not even extra feed brought them together for long, and it was beginning to get frustrating. The farmer couldn't recall a time when they'd been this unruly. Constant squawking combined with panicked glances this way and that were beginning to take its toll upon her weary brain.

She rubbed her temple with a sigh; a headache would be forming soon, and she had a gut feeling that it would throb like none other before it. And it was safe to say that she wasn't too excited about that, especially since her gut usually spoke the truth.

Perhaps, she tried to convince herself, they were merely on edge about a fox attack. There'd been quite a few of those lately. Unfortunately there was little that she could do, as she never took a sword outside of the house. If the police happened to pass by while she had it then there'd be a lot of trouble that she'd rather not have to deal with. It didn't help much that the presence of the blade intimidated the animals into a similar state that the poultry was currently in.

Besides, foxes usually came at night anyways. Meaning it wasn't even her problem. It was someone else not doing their job, and she'd have to exchange a few words with him over this. Clearly he was too focussed on other predators that typically avoided animals.

Blades clashed, the sharp clanging of metal against metal echoing out in the dimly lit room.

The sight was startling, unexpected, so much so that the woman flinched from it. But when she blinked, she was back outside, surrounded by noisy animals who wouldn't give her ears a moment's rest.

One vacant look across the horizon brought her fully back to her surroundings, and in good time too: the sun was beginning to set. With that in mind, she groaned. Hopefully the animals wouldn't be as resistant to the idea of going back inside as they'd been to going outside. She really didn't want to have to invest in a herding dog just for the odd time that they were unwilling to listen to her. Even if the thought of a little puppy helping her out was one of the cutest things that she could imagine.

A smile spread across her face as she started her task, clicking her tongue to try and lure the chickens on the path back to the coop. To her utter joy, they listened! Clucking between them in a way that sounded vaguely chipper now, they scurried after her on their tiny little legs. It was quite a funny sight to see, and she almost wished that she could just sit and watch them scuttle around all day. But she didn't have all day, and the cattle needed bringing in as well.

There really was so much to do, but so little t

There were footsteps, many of them; sprinting, hurrying, with another set chasing them. Everything was blurry with incredible speed, hard to see in the dark.

Then she was back again, back to the fields of green that stretched far and wide, reaching up to try and reach the deep blue above. To clouds that dragged on at such a lazy speed, pale in colour with little rain to spare. Not that such a thing was surprising, as it was the middle of the summer.

But the season didn't matter. Not when she'd blacked out twice in the space of half an hour, when animals needed to get inside and she needed to lock herself inside as well. Her precious poultry was defenceless when not in their coop, and the cattle grew angry with her if they had to sleep outside. They were temperamental as is without having an actual reason to be irritated.

With that in mind, she hurried the chickens back to the coop, which at that point wasn't very far. Where they'd been nervous outside, they soon settled very well inside, meaning she could leave almost immediately to tend to the cattle. After the cattle, she'd have to tend to the guests too, which meant having to cook, strike up polite conversation, not give away that there was a demon in the basement... the usual.

The cattle were just as easily led back to the barn as the chickens had been, and just as easily settled too. This improved her mood, which had been dampened at the thought of having to tend to the guests. She didn't dislike them- not by any means, as they seemed friendly enough- but it was always a bit stressful when you were hiding something. Especially something that damning, and even moreso when the guests were those who hunted demons for a living. Who most probably despised all demons with all of their heart and soul. It was hard to blame them for that, as they'd probably lost family to demons, but her situation wasn't exactly easy to explain.

Neither was the situation that she'd walked into.

"Hey, Munjirou, move out of the way- I wanna fight 'em!" The excited growl came from the little study she'd put together, the door of which had been left open. And from the size of the room and the slight echo to the voice, she had a vague idea where her guests were, and what was happening.

Her feet dragged as she forced herself down the small hallway to the study, with the plethora of books that she'd brought back from her few ventures to the nearby town, splashes of colour found from the few valuables she hadn't resisted buying. Not that she regretted it, mind, but they certainly took a bit out of her pocket.

But that wasn't important. Not when one bookshelf in particular had been shifted, revealing the gloomy staircase hiding behind it. Indeed, they'd been snooping where they shouldn't have been, and from the sounds of their quick steps, they weren't too pleased from what they'd found. They were nearly at the entrance if she was correct. It was rather difficult to predict exactly where when the slightest noise never seemed to stop bouncing off the walls of that place.

She was correct, as but a few moments later, the familiar group from the day before sprinted away from the stairwell, staring back at it with apprehension. Zenitsu looked close to passing out, with his wheezing, intense sweating and paling skin. Inosuke, being Inosuke, didn't look particularly bothered at all. If it wasn't for the deep movement of his shoulders and chest, it was hard to tell that he'd ran up a pretty big number of stairs away from something. In fact, he looked more like he wanted to run towards it rather than away, but was being held back by Tanjirou. The latter had a hand on the hilt of his sword, eyes never taken off the dark doorway.

Wait, wasn't there only three of them before? So where had the girl come from?

The farmer was about to debate where this child- a demon nonetheless- had appeared from, before a familiar figure finally emerged. His eyes were wide as usual, matching his grin perfectly. He didn't look surprised in the slightest when he saw the owner of the house in the room, but him glancing over at her prompted everyone else to.

Zenitsu wailed as he flew over to her like a bullet, clinging onto her sleeve when he reached her, babbling about the scary demon with wild hand gestures. His voice was shriller than usual, panicked and rushed, but it became even more incoherent at the slightest move from Sanemi. In fact, when Sanemi took exactly one step onto the carpet, he screeched, knees failing him. At this point, if the demon even breathed in his general direction then he'd probably faint. Not that it'd be an inherently bad thing, considering his running nose was inches away from her sleeve.

When she saw that, she whipped her arm from him with a speed that she swore she hadn't possessed in her entire life. He began to wail and cry further.

Cry more, Zenitsu. These clothes are worth more than your tears.

"So," she started, choosing to ignore the howls of misery and fear coming from beside her, instead looking at everyone else in the room. The tension was palpable, weighing down on her shoulders, "anyone want to explain to me what this is all about?"

There was no need to try and be intimidating for this woman, as the stare she gave them seemed to do it all for her. Lacking in any form of warmth or sympathy for anyone there, it flitted from person to person.

"Anyone?" She prodded further, continuing her glancing around. Whereas she'd purposefully tried to unsettle the three demon slayers the night before to try and get them to listen to her, there was nothing but cold disappointment to be found in her face, in the way she stood there with arms crossed over her chest. Then her foot began to tap upon the carpet, a dull thud forming the countdown before she really lost her temper.

Just as she flung her arms in the air, about to deal out some scathing words to not only the snoopers but Sanemi also, the latter spoke up. The grin that was spread across his face had disappeared as he bowed his head, voice low and apologetic:

"Forgive me; I overreacted when they came down to the basement."

At this, Tanjirou froze in shock. Such politeness was extremely rare for Sanemi, after all, especially with how heated he'd been at the sight of them all sneaking around in places they shouldn't be. However the farmer simply hummed, fiery anger dampened for the time being.

"It's alright, Sanemi," the usual calm mirth leaked into her voice then, eyes softening a tad, "lift your head."

He did so immediately. If he wasn't so casual about it all, as if it were normal, then perhaps it would've been a little funny to Zenitsu. But that wasn't the case, and the glare he received for showing the slightest hint of amusement was enough to wipe it from him completely.

"And why were you in the basement?" This tender tone seeped from her words instantly, the lenience from her eyes doing the same, when she turned upon her guests. Any trace of a smile tugging at her lips only seemed to turn them downwards now. Right now, it was clear that she would have nothing but the truth from them, and was intent on not having to wait for it.

At such an attitude towards them, they flinched away a bit. The way her demeanour changed instantly was definitely unnerving, even if they'd seen a hint of it the night before. As Zenitsu turned to whisper something to Tanjirou, she cleared her throat disapprovingly. And like a kicked puppy, he whined and relented.

It wasn't even a moment later that Tanjirou lowered himself to his knees, bowing his head to the floor and beginning to shout: "We're very sorry! We believed there was a demon in the house and took it upon ourselves to investigate!"

Zenitsu, ever the bootlicker, followed his lead immediately, though with more honeyed words: "We thought that they were out to hurt you! Please forgive us!"

"There's..." she was caught-off guard by the instant honesty, having not expected this. Not to mention that having to speak between screamed apologies was quite difficult. Sanemi opened his mouth, eager to berate them for not letting her speak, but a look of disapproval from her put him off the idea. Not without sulking, though.

"There's no need to shout! Please stop shouting!" She replied, attempting to shout over them.

"We're sorry!" They responded, still shouting. In her mind there was little more to respond with than a sigh and a weary shake of the head.

Inosuke didn't move, only staring at the scene in confusion. He didn't understand why they were apologising, nor why the woman was so angry. Since he didn't understand it, he didn't copy it, nor did he say a word. Instead he only shifted in slight discomfort a couple of paces away from the scene, choosing to focus instead on the feeling of soft carpet between his toes and how he was growing to dislike it by the second. The more he thought, the more he preferred to feel the safe and familiar dirt upon his soles, longed for a floor that didn't sink beneath his weight in the slightest and didn't feel like it'd be ruined should he leap from it with all his strength as he often does.

The more uncomfortable he felt, the closer his hands itched to his blades. To the rough handles, worn down through blistering already calloused hands, that let him wield such destructive tools. Those swords which sliced through the flesh of demons like melted butter and left agony in their wake, with ridges that didn't allow the comfort of a smooth slice. This was what he found comfort in, as it was what was familiar. Simple. It didn't need thought, nor social customs to follow. Social customs that he did not understand, that no one would explain to him. That he didn't want explaining to him. All he wanted was the simplicity of battle; of killing or being killed, with the only words to be said being spoken through extreme violence.

His hands closed around the hilts, and he sprung from the carpet.

It was rare for someone to speak the language that could only be said through violence, even amongst those who practised it on a daily basis. Demon slayers often sneered at it, turning their nose up upon the way he communicated. For to them, it was the language of demons. Humans do not attack without reason. They do not fight when words could be used instead- such a thing is irrational, it is what they do not understand. And they refuse to understand it.

The two blades closed in upon the demon at incredible speeds, adrenaline spurring his arms to move quicker than the untrained eye could track. However the eye of his foe was not only highly trained but also not human, and so he tracked and blocked with such ease that he could've done it when asleep. Not only that, but even against the strength of both of Inosuke's arms, his singular sword did not even budge. There was not a tremble in his wrists, nor in the whole of his body. Not in the smile which had been brought back to his face, nor the spark of energy that had been reignited by the sudden- and unsuccessful- attack.

"How moronic are you?"

The impact was more akin to being hit by a train than a kick, sending him flying through the door panels and tumbling across the carpet. It burned, stung, with roll that Inosuke couldn't recover from. It was only upon hitting the opposite door that he stopped and was able to catch the breath that had been knocked out of his lungs. The breath came sparingly, in wheezes rather than the full breaths he craved. His breathing technique, which he had mastered a couple of years ago, suddenly was forgotten. Energy left by the spades, limbs aching when he would've leapt onto them in less than a moment's notice before; his grip, weak and temperamental, could barely grasp his swords. Yet he still rose to his feet, pride slightly wounded yet not enough to back down yet.

Sanemi's eyes didn't narrow in the slightest, but that didn't make the atmosphere around him any less intense. It screamed for Inosuke to attack, begged him to give it a shot. Invited him to lunge once more and see where he would end up, to see how many bones would still be intact by the end of it. After all, what had just happened was just a small taster of what he would be facing were he to try and set his blades upon him a second time.

Sanemi didn't give second chances.

The eye contact, which had been maintained so viciously from both sides, had been broken with a thunderous crack.

"Sanemi...!" It was the woman who had been behind him, palm still in the air above his now-lowered head and visibly seething. The aforementioned palm was shaking, though one glance at her expression told that it was not out of fear. She glowered upon the tuft of white hair, being unable to see his face, and the look in her eyes was dark enough to kill. Not to mention how her upper lip was drawn back in an infuriated snarl, "how dare you?!"

For the first time since Sanemi had known her, she was truly angry with him.

"Who do you think you are?!" She continued, not giving him a chance to pipe up and apologise, and dismissing him when he tried, "there was no need for any of that- absolutely none! Why the hell did you kick him? He's but a boy, Sanemi!"

"I'm not a boy!" Inosuke contributed, quite miffed with being labelled as something as weak as a boy. Even if he was a bit younger than them, he wasn't a child anymore. Either way, it went ignored.

"He's a demon slayer. He should be able to handle more than a tap." He bit back at her, though held back the hostility that he would have unleashed upon another if they spoke to him that way.

"That wasn't a damned tap and you know it!" With each word she jabbed a finger harder and harder into his chest, though it hurt her finger more than him if anything, for he didn't even flinch.

He leaned down towards her then, eyes slightly narrowed now in irritation. In response, she didn't lean back an inch, standing her ground until their noses were almost touching. "Oh? Do you want me to hit him a bit harder then to prove it?"

"Do that and I'm kicking you out."

That shut him up all too quickly. However, the woman still wasn't done. Crossing her arms, she tacked on: "Now, apologise."

This baffled him, outraged him. Why should he apologise to someone when they were the ones that were so weak yet had attacked him anyway? Absolutely not- he wasn't having it.

Just before she could make him, there was a shrill croaking to be heard from outside. One which they all knew well, and none were too pleased to hear. Zenitsu even whimpered from the shock of hearing it again, silently begging it not to start speaking.

But, alas, nothing goes Zenitsu's way.

The first thing the cawing halted to speak was the name of the farmer. The said person's eyes widened in surprise at that, before narrowing again.

"We'll talk about this later," she muttered to Sanemi before striding over to the door panels opposite the ones which were now destroyed, sliding one open with more force than entirely necessary and glaring into the sky. As they'd thought, there was a black bird circling openly in the air above the small indoor garden area. It made no move to swoop down, not even if it did happen to see her staring up at it.

"A demon has been located near Tokyo! You must go there and eliminate it immediately."

Just as quickly as it had arrived, it left without another croaked word. And without a word from her, either, she shut the door with a little less force than that which she had opened it with. Instead, she only let out a small sigh before turning to face them all.

"Was that a-?" Tanjirou began, but was cut off by another, louder sigh.

"Yep, it's a Kasugai crow. Only pops in when it's delivering a message and then has the gall to steal some of my wheat as it goes!" By her evident exasperation in her voice, it was very clear that she wasn't too fond of her feathered friend.

"Wait!" It all seemed to click for Zenitsu then, "wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Does that mean-" and that was all he said before he froze, pointing at the woman who hadn't moved from her place by the window.

In return, she only lifted an eyebrow, "does that mean what, exactly?"

Sanemi, who hadn't said a word since, piped up then: "yeah, go on. Tell us- don't be shy." That said, he didn't put the slightest effort into actually trying to sound friendly, he didn't even try to filter the intimidating edge from each word, nor hide it from his eyes.

"No, it's nothing," was all that Zenitsu decided to say as he shivered uncomfortable. The rattling of his bones as he did so was almost audible, him moving to stand a couple of steps behind Tanjirou as he did so. He really did not want that gaze on him for longer than absolutely necessary.

The intimidating male pretended not to notice the scathing glare he got for that.

"To answer your question," she decided to explain, just in case it wasn't very clear to them, "I'm a demon slayer, just not that active. They usually only send me out about three times a year."

"Even once is too many," Sanemi grumbled to himself, though she heard it loud and clear.

It was as if his role was to irritate her more and more that day, she thought as she turned on him with a face so surly that she looked just about ready to bite his head off. "And what is that supposed to mean, huh?"

"Watch it," he warned in regards to her attitude. He'd usually be much more respectful when speaking to her, for all that she has done and continues to do for him, but she was very much trying his temper at this moment in in time.

"Watch what, Sanemi?" Her pitch rose with the question, stepping closer to him as her own temper flared. He did little more than stare her down with vexed eyes, saying nothing more lest he be unable to stop himself from lashing out. She waited for a moment, goading him with hand gestured before giving up, snapping a "forget it" before backing away. Later she'd probably apologise for being so aggressive with him over it all and not letting it go, but she needed to cool down before then.

That was if she was let go in order to cool down, though.

"You don't know the Corps like I do," Sanemi all but growled as he snatched her arm, grip tight to stop her from leaving. It was painful, yes, but that wasn't her focus at the moment: it was what he just said.

"Well no shit, Sanemi. I'm not, and never was, a Hashira." It was common sense if you asked her, for she wasn't as close to the leader of the organisation as he was. Not physically, and certainly not mentally. If you were summoned to the Ubuyashiki residence then you had either done something exceptionally well, or exceptionally wrong. There was no in between.

"Maybe hear me out before you start butting in."

She scoffed in response, wrenching her arm from his grip. Not her brightest moment, seeing as it caused her more pain than the grip itself, but what's done is done. Her anger, although now beginning to simmer, was still very much present, but now curiosity had arisen as well. Sanemi must have said what he said for a reason, after all, and his lack of elaboration must be due to the guests still in the room.

The guests!

"I'm very sorry for all of this!" Was her first priority to them, followed by a "please forgive me." This was all said whilst bowing very deeply, so deeply that her spine was crying out for merciful reprieve that she wouldn't grant until she was forgiven. Which was fortunately very quickly, mainly by Tanjirou.

When she thanked him, she realised that she'd essentially forgotten about the girl beside him. It was undeniable that she was a demon, but it was just as undeniable that she was somehow different from the demons that she'd previously encountered. There was no hostility to be found in those eyes, only gentle oceans of the softest pink she'd seen. It was truly sad to behold her, for she was definitely still a child. To acknowledge that was also to acknowledge that she must have lost so much at such a young age, that she must have had so many years of innocence snatched from her.

She had thought life had been cruel to her, but just one look at the girl seemed to bring her whole world into perspective. Life could be so much more horrible than it had been to her.

Though her head was in the clouds, she still spotted the small gash that she must've gained from a tussle with Sanemi, as it was only just beginning to heal. She would've let this fuel her anger with him more had she not felt so sorry for her already. And so she approached her, albeit with slight hesitance. Tanjirou tensed noticeably, but she paid him no mind. This girl was clearly important to him, and she'd probably react even worse had she been in his shoes.

She stooped down a little to reach the girl's height, looking into those large, kind eyes with a smile upon her face. "Let's go, I'll help you patch up that wound a bit."

What she didn't expect was such a wide smile to be returned by the small brunette, and especially not the large hug engulfing her that came with it. It was a nice hug, one that she hadn't experienced in a long time. There was no tension after the initial shock of it all, even with those talons of hers, and she was quite surprised with herself in how quickly she reciprocated the gesture. Yes, it was a long time since she'd held someone like this, or been held like this. A long time since she'd let someone so close, especially without the aggression which she usually returned with.

Perhaps the most surprising of all were the tears that had began running down her face.

It took her aback at how liberating it felt to cry for once, to be able to release all of the negativity in such an ugly and unattractive form. To feel the anger, the sadness, the pressures and worries that had continued to pile upon her relentlessly just begin to roll away down her cheeks and onto the carpet. She was thankful to the girl for this, the girl whose name she didn't know, who hadn't said a word to her (though she was unable to due to the gag) but had allowed her tired heart some reprieve.

The world didn't deserve someone like her.

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"I'm fine." This was the fifth time she'd had to reassure Sanemi in the past ten minutes. She was flattered and quite happy that he seemed to care so much, but it was beginning to get on her nerves.

His eyes softened, a sight that very few ever bore witness to. One that very few would ever see. "Well, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yes, Sanemi," a breathless laugh followed, for they'd been through this multiple times in the same timeframe as well, "I know."

Sanemi only shrugged, "just letting you know."

There was silence for a bit. The comfortable kind, the one that one could fall asleep very easily in with no worries in the world. A silence that only had room for chirping crickets and hooting owls, accompanied by the odd rustle of plants in a sudden gust of wind.

Tokyo was quite a bit away. Several days of solid walking, in fact. Without a horse to take with her, it would take her at least a week to complete her mission and get back, and that was if she immediately completed her mission with no troubles and started walking back again with no breaks whatsoever.

"Sanemi?" Her voice was but a whisper on the wind, fragile and unsure. But his ears missed nothing, catching onto the faintest traces of every word she said with the utmost importance.

He hummed in acknowledgement. Words didn't come when they weren't necessary and when Sanemi wasn't particularly in the mood. It was somewhat challenging to get used to at first, but she wasn't overly bothered by it.

"Thank you."

Those eyes of his widened once more, somehow wider than usual as he glanced over to her. However her gaze wasn't upon him, nor his wine-coloured irises that held a tint of astonishment in them. They were upon the night sky, staring upwards towards the countless stars that littered the faraway abyss, a hint of a smile upon her face. He didn't spare a glance upon the sky, too focused on her face than on any bright balls of fire millions of lightyears away.

It took a while, but the words finally came to him, and they were sent out the minute that they arrived: "For what?"

That question was what it took for her to make eye contact with him, turning her head towards him at a slight angle. Her smile broadened, her usual expression of amusement lingering on her face and draining into her voice, "what do you mean 'for what?'? I'd probably be dead ten times over if it wasn't for you."

"I wouldn't go that far."

Then she cackled, loud and unashamed in the night air. To him, it was loud and bright enough to fill the universe, yet it didn't stop the cicadas chirping, nor the beating of wings in the sky of migrating birds. "Hey, there's no need to be humble! It's so unlike you!"

Now that was a backhanded compliment that he wasn't expecting, but it was easy to tell that she didn't mean it in a cruel way. It was quite flattering to him that she was able to laugh and joke around so much with him, considering that interacting with him was akin to walking on eggshells for others.

He found himself smiling as well, a sight that even she pointed out didn't show up that often, cracking yet another of her jokes which she found so funny.

Just when silence had crept in again, he decided that now was a better time than ever to ruin the mood that she'd so joyously created.

"I don't want you to go tomorrow, you know?"

"I do." Was her simple response. She didn't need words for him to know that she'd be going anyway, though it didn't make it any less frustrating for him.

"I'll go with y-"

"You most certainly will not!" The strictness in her voice was all for show, but she meant what she said: "The animals need feeding and the crops need tending to. Who else will do that if you come with me, Sanemi?"

"I can't go out in the day anyway."

"That doesn't matter!" Once again, her hands began to move in elaborate gestures to further emphasise what she said, "the animals will make do with only being tended to at night for a bit and the crops can also be done at night, too."

He responded with disapproving silence, so she reluctantly decided to use her trump card.

"I can't trust anyone else but you, Sanemi."

Wait what?

"You heard me." She was smug saying that, all too aware of his shock from such a declaration, "and to sweeten the deal even more, I'll make some ohagi for you when I get back!"

His unimpressed expression at that last piece said it all about her ohagi-making skills. That being that they were... nonexistent, to say the least.

At the sight of that, she crossed her arms and tutted, "you really do drive a hard bargain, don't you?" No response but that of a raised eyebrow, "fine! I'll rush through work when I get back so I can spend even more time with you. How about that?"

That was tempting, he had to admit. Too tempting for him to even attempt denying. So, with a sigh, he relented.

"Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible!" A grin had spread upon her face, and he found it almost worth it to let her go on her mission just from the sight of it.

A hand cupped the side of her face furthest away from him, coaxing it onto his shoulder and for her to lean against him. She did so with no struggle, that huge grin morphing into a calm and content smile.

Seeing as he couldn't see her face at that angle, he redirected his gaze towards the sky. It was perfect timing for him, as a star shot through the darkness of the night sky, a bright streak following it before disappearing without a trace. As tradition would have it, he made a wish. It was a selfish wish, one which he could not bring himself to share to anyone.

He wished that she could stay by his side forever, that a moment such as this could extend to last a lifetime.

#yandere x reader #yandere kny #yandere kny x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere #x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader

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the-hidden-writer · 4 years

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An Odd Family Tree

A series of snippets from the lives of the FitzSimmons family, set post 7x13. Also, the series of events that lead up to the birth of their grandson.

Available to read on AO3 and FF.net.

Comments make my day!

Chapter 23: Accent

Alya had been given a very high position as one of the head researchers at Manchester University, and Owen had (somehow) managed to be put in charge of a climbing centre. Since both of them had pretty demanding jobs, Alya moreso, it was impossible for them to leave their house for more than an overnight trip.

That made visiting either set of grandparents a problem.

Luckily for Alya, her parents were relatively close enough to visit them instead.

Jemma rang the doorbell, and it only took a few seconds before a tiny muffled voice could be heard from inside.

“Ding dong! Ding dong! Mama, ding dong!”

Then there was some shushing, and the door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Alya trying to pull a very hyper Deke off her trouser leg.

“Hi Mum, hi Dad. Come- Deke, get off- come in.”

“Hello!” Jemma and Fitz greeted simultaneously, walking inside. Though it wasn’t raining (yet), the sky looked like it could open up at any moment and it was a relief to get inside.

Owen greeted them from the top of the stairs. “Hi Mr and Mrs F.”

Deke ran towards the bottom of the stairway and stared up at his father. “Daddy! Daddy, ding dong! Ding dong!”

“The stupid doorbell’s over, Deke!” Owen shouted, startling Fitz and Jemma. “If you’re not gonna calm down then get the hell out of the house! We’re trying to work!”

Alya sighed and rubbed her temple. Deke’s face fell and his bottom lip began to wobble. Jemma looked confused. Fitz glared at Owen.

“What was that for?!” He exclaimed. “He’s just excited to see us. Don’t blame him for that!”

Owen began to descend the stairs. “Yeah but you don’t have to live with this demon, do you?! All day, all day he’s been screaming at us. We’re providing for him, and he doesn’t even let us work or at least give us some peace.”

“Calm down, honey.” Alya sighed. “Go carry on with your reports. I’ll look after Deke.”

Owen glared at his dejected son for a few moments, before disappearing into his office, slamming the door behind him.

“Sorry about him,” Alya apologised, “he’s been trying to get a loan for the centre, he’s really stressed out. We both are.”

“That’s alright.” Jemma said, but her voice betrayed her slight uneasiness. “We all get stressed sometimes. Your father more times than others.”

“Hey!” Declared Fitz. “That’s not true!”

“You still shouldn’t take it out on Baby Deke, though.” Jemma scolded, searching the hallway for said boy. “Where is he, anyway?”

Alya‘s expression hardened. “He’s found a little corner between the sofas. He tends to go there whenever one of us shouts at him to sulk, but it’s usually Owen.” She smiled sadly. “He’s even started to stash little trinkets there.”

“Can I go talk to him?” Asked Jemma, and Alya agreed.

She found him sniffling exactly where Alya had said. In a little cranny between two sofas, big enough only to fit a three-year-old. Deke looked up at her with wide, wet green eyes and shrunk away.

“It’s just Nana, darling.” Jemma cooed, peering down at him. “Are you feeling a little bit sad?”

He nodded.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” She told him, offering a hand to help him climb out. He climbed out without her help.

“Good boy. Now, what do we say?”

“Sowwy.”

“Not to me, silly!” Jemma laughed. “I meant your mama.”

He fidgeted with his t-shirt. “Oh, Mummy?” He dragged himself over to where Alya and Fitz had entered the room. “Sowwy Mama.”

Alya smiled and lifted her son into her arms to hug him. “That’s fine, sweetie. Just try and listen in one go, okay?”

“Oh-tay.”

Jemma’s heart warmed at the sight, but then her mind clicked on to what exactly had just happened. She turned to her husband. “Wait, did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Asked Fitz.

With a sudden determination, Jemma pointed at Alya. “Baby Deke, who’s this?”

Deke’s face brightened at the easy question. “Mama! Mummy!”

Fitz was still confused. “What?”

She laughed in disbelief. “He has a British accent!”

“Of course he does.” Said Alya. “Did you think he was more of a Daddy’s boy? No way.”

“Hold on, you’re right.” Fitz said, his eyes widening. He scoffed. “He has an English accent, of all things.”

It was Alya’s turn to look confused. “What are you talking about? Why- oh, was the other Deke American or something?”

She had the humility to seem guilty when both of her parents flinched.

“He did.” Informed Jemma. “But our Baby Deke? He’s British. He’s ours.”

Jemma stroked her grandson’s spiky brown hair. Deke just continued to tug at his Mummy’s ear.

#agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#aos #fitzsimmons #fitzsimmons fam #leo fitz #jemma simmons #alya fitzsimmons #owen shaw #deke shaw #baby deke #fanfic #an odd family tree

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viewfromthevault · 4 years

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Bless me with your OTP!

Thank you kindly, @tarberrymentats for tagging me a good long while ago 💜

I won’t tag anyone in this, so if you’d like to play along you can pretend I tagged you

And of course because I am still very deep in this rabbit hole, we’ll be focussing on:

I’d stick this under a read more but that doesn’t seem like something I can to on mobile anymore;;

Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?

With each other? Not a whole lot. There may be the odd argument about how Rhea’s tends to put herself into super dangerous situations and giving too much of herself to a cause. Her cybernetics deteriorated and nearly killed her from all the stress the war put on her and sometime after the two had a big argument about what her limits were.

The more light-hearted bickering these two do is who’s the better shot, accusing each other of stealing one another’s marks, who’s a better dancer (not Rhea).

Who is the most skeptical of the two?

Both can be pretty skeptical with things, but Garrus is moreso than Rhea. She’s a little more inclined to believe something whereas he’d prefer cold hard facts.

Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?

Alright so it is no secret that Shepard is a shit dancer. Rhea recognizes this and owns it, but she won’t suggest a night of dancing unless they’re not in public and she’s hammered.

Garrus on the other hand certainly has (bless you, Citadel dlc) and will continue to pull Rhea onto the dance floor when she least expects it. She both loves and hates it. Only with him is she suddenly a good dancer.

What would they do if the other was injured in battle?

If Rhea goes down Garrus is there in an instant getting her somewhere safe, radioing help, administering medigel and keeping the enemy from getting near. Thanks to his training he appears calm and collected but boy howdy is he freaking out on the inside.

Rhea on the other hand runs the risk of flying off the wagon if Garrus gets badly hurt. When he took that missile to the face she went absolutely batshit. Jumped onto that gunship and tore it apart with her biotics. She nearly fried her implant as she was waaayy past her limits. She tries to keep that in check now because she could have scrambled her egg then and there from her irresponsibility. It was also after that whole ordeal that Rhea realized her feelings for Garrus extended much farther than friendship.

How do their fighting styles complement each other?

Rhea is a vanguard and sits between short range and up close combat while Garrus is a sniper. One provides cover fire from afar while the other makes sure the baddies don’t get close to her boo. Garrus is also able to give Rhea a heads up on any waves of enemies from his vantage point.

Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?

Now children is an interesting topic. Garrus would like to have them while Rhea is a little more hesitant. She doesn’t feel like she’d be a good mom given her upbringing, but she would surprise herself. I can’t see them having any biological children as I feel their biological make up is just too different to be possible.

I do see them adopting however, though I haven’t quite figured all that out yet. I’ve got my mind set on adopting a baby krogan, and possibly a turian. I’ve had the name Nyla in my mind for a turian child, but am on the fence because it sounds pretty close to Nihlus and they wouldn’t name their kid after a Spectre Rhea knew for five minutes.

And all jokes aside, they really do consider Grunt a son. Will Grunt fully admit that? Maybe not out loud, but he feels the same.

What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families aren’t in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?

Garrus’ sister is quite taken with Rhea. She likes how Rhea operates and seeing how far her brother has come since he first worked for her shows how good Rhea is for him. They both love to pester Garrus with shit whenever they come to visit.

Garrus’ father on the other hand had his reservations about Rhea as she’s both a human and a Spectre. Though with everything that has happened since the first altercation with Saren on Eden Prime, he set his views aside and welcomed Rhea with open arms.

Rhea never had any biological family that she knew of, and Garrus had been with her when the Tenth Street Reds caught up with her on the citadel. Not a fan. Rhea’s true family is her crew and they love their disfunctional band of misfits.

How does each person show affection?

Verbally they can go from witty banter to some real heartfelt shit. As much as Garrus claims to not be good at words, he’s actually pretty damn good.

The two are also pretty similar with physical affection, really. It can go from a friendly nudge to a big smooch on the beak. If they’re chilling together they’re almost always touching in some way be it holding hands, leaning on each other, cuddling on the couch etc, etc. Rhea is the one who typically seeks affection out and Garrus is good at noticing when she’s needing some love.

They’re not afraid of PDA, though they usually are aware of a time and place for everything.

Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?

Neither of them are big cryers, shit’s really gotta get to them before that.

As kinda mentioned before, Garrus is real good at comforting Rhea. She’s more likely to show her feelings whereas Garrus tends to internalize that shit and she has to get him to spill the beans. Or he’ll come to her like “hey want company?” which is code for “I want company.” There’s a lot of cuddles when they both need cheering up.

Who is the bigger flirt?

Hoooo man it’s close but Rhea is the bigger flirt. If it weren’t for her making the first move it’d be a looooong time before they’d get together. Garrus has a... rocky start, but once he gets the hang of it he’s unstoppable. People tend to clear out when they get real into it.

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #rhea shepard #shakarian #shepard x garrus #myart #oc tag meme #tarberrymentats

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creepercraftguy · 4 years

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Kuzupeko ship meme

And now for the ever popular Kuzupeko. This one is one I’m feeling a bit indifferent about considering what kinds of characters Fuyhiko and Peko are compared to each other, but I did it before and I can do it again ;)

Who confessed first?

I think Peko would be a bit oblivious to her “Young Master’s” feelings towards her, so Fuyuhiko would take some initiative. Knowing him though, he’d do everything he can to set the right scene and mood.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Fuyuhiko.

Who asks the other out on dates?

It’s hard to say. I think it’s about split down the middle (Scrum Debate for your answer)

Who is the bigger cuddler?

Fuyuhiko doesn’t like to be cuddled. Peko unfortunately, likes cuddling.

Who initiates holding hands more often?

Peko probably.

Who remembers anniversaries?

They both do.

Who is more possessive?

Possessive is not really the right word for it. Peko still has the bad habit of seeing her attachment to Fuyuhiko as a duty, so she’s very possessive but not always for the right reasons.

Who gets more jealous?

Fuyuhiko is jealous of how calm Peko usually is even in tense situations.

Who is the most protective?

I want to say Peko, and I wouldn’t necessarily be wrong, but I think Fuyuhiko is very protective and defensive of her too.

Who initiates sexy time the most?

I think Fuyuhiko would. Again, Peko isn’t the most romantically minded person, so he’d probably have to do it in order to get her in the right mood.

Who dislikes PDA (Public Display of Affection)?

They both don’t like it much. Of the two of them, Fuyuhiko likes it more, since he’d be happy for Peko to be flirty with him on any occasion, but it’s moreso a byproduct of them keeping their Yakuza relationship a secret for several years.

Who kills the spider?

Peko.

Who asks the other to marry them?

Fuyuhiko would pop the question first. Again, he’d work hard to set the right mood and time though. He’s the type of person who plans these things carefully.

Who buys the other gifts?

Fuyuhiko usually buys things for Peko when they go on shopping dates (I immediately think of this post)

Who would first bring up the idea of having kids?

Once again, I imagine Fuyuhiko doing this again, but Peko could also be the one to bring it up. The two of them didn’t have the greatest upbringing from what I remember, not like in an abusive way, but being raised in a life of crime isn’t exactly the greatest way to live, you know? I think if either of them were to ask the other, they’d want to do it with the idea of raising them right. (So far I’ve made it look like Fuyuhiko is the one who carries this relationship, but that’s not what I mean. I just think Peko would be a little inexperienced when it comes to stuff like this)

Who is more nervous to meet the others parents?

We can ignore this one, because there’s no point in answering it. Peko was abandoned by her own parents and taken in by the Kuzuryu clan, assigned to serve directly under Fuyuhiko, so she’s already acquainted with Fuyuhiko’s father.

Who sleeps on the sofa/couch when the other is angry?

Fuyuhiko tries to, but Peko doesn’t let him.

Who tries to make up first after arguments?

Most of the time the arguments start, it’s just Fuyuhiko getting angry at something either he or Peko has done and overreacts. He therefore apologises first to her, but she rarely is ever angry.

Who tells the other they love them more often?

Fuyuhiko, but Peko tries.

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling it or vice versa?

Fuyuhiko, but Peko sometimes does it sometimes too.

Who doodles little hearts over the desk with their initials inside?

Fuyuhiko does instinctively, but then realises what he’s done and violently scratches it out.

Who starts the tickle fights?

Surprisingly enough, Peko does, mainly when Fuyuhiko’s stressed and she does it in order to relieve him of it. Fuyuhiko tends to lose the tickle fights, but at the same time, he knows where Peko is ticklish.

Who starts the pillow fights?

Fuyuhiko starts them, and it usually stops when one of them is tired out or accidentally gets hurt, but that doesn’t really happen a lot.

Who is the last to fall asleep while watching the other with a warm smile?

Peko is sort of used to looking after Fuyuhiko when he sleeps, but it has a whole different meaning when they finally get together.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Fuyuhiko.

Who mistakes salt for sugar?

Both of them, mainly Peko, because Fuyuhiko actually is a pretty decent cook.

Who let’s the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning?

Fuyuhiko. Peko isn’t a heavy sleeper.

Who comes up with the cheesy pickup lines?

Peko. She can’t flirt for shit.

Who rearranges the books in Alphabetical Order?

Fuyuhiko is unexpectedly tidy and proper. Peko also does this though.

Who licks the spoon when baking?

Peko gets the sudden urge to lick the spoon, and a bit of chocolate always gets on her nose. Fuyuhiko then proceeds to laugh as he watches her try and lick it off.

Who buys candles for dinner, even when there’s no special occasion?

Fuyuhiko.

Who draws little tattoos on one another with a pen?

Peko usually does when Fuyuhiko talks to her about whether or not he should get a real one. She draws one carefully on him with a pen when she thinks about where he would put it (he never ends up getting one though) and she also finds it fun.

Who comes home with a souvenir/fridge magnet whenever they go on holiday?

Peko has a weird fascination with them, particularly one’s that look like cats.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys that you usually find on the back of magazines?

Peko would actively look for them in order to get a better understanding of how relationships work (#KuzupekoRelationshipGoals)

Who has the other as their phone background?

Fuyuhiko has Peko as his background. He loves her that much (eat your heart out @thewildwilds)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

I see Fuyuhiko doing this and I laugh.

Who asks if they can join the other in the shower?

I don’t exactly know a scenario, but I see Fuyuhiko asking Peko if he can. Peko would probably be embarrassed, but would agree.

Who loudly proclaims their love while drunk?

Fuyuhiko, without a doubt.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #dr2 #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #peko pekoyama #fluff #headcanon #ship meme #kuzupeko

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garden-uprooted · 4 years

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☆ MORE spinel headcanons?? um?? yes please???

i don’t really have a general category for these this time around. this is moreso just stuff that i’ve been thinking about and wanna get down <3 ☆

- Spinel is a lot like Pearl, as in she expresses herself with her hands very often. Different hand positions and placements can mean different things/moods!

- She kind of holds herself in very high regards, even if she doesn’t process it 24/7. She’s an “uppercrust”, after all, and she was naturally raised as such. Her ego (that is VERY much so existent) kind of contributes to her “I’ll do whatever I want” attitude.

- Going briefly back to the Pearl similarities, she compartmentalizes her memories (and even personal objects) much like Pearl does. Just not... anywhere near as literally. She enjoys neatness, however, and if somebody was to ever somehow go into her gem, they’d find stacks and stacks of random objects she found and picked up on Earth all organized and categorized by shape and color. And yes. She stacks everything, somehow, so that they’re all evenly balanced; even when she pulls out several of the same object. How do they all stay like that, you may ask? Cl. Clown. She is a cl-

- She is prone to freak outs and anxiety attacks. Don’t even tell me she’s not, it’s literally canon.

- She dissociates. Like a lot. Like a LOT a lot. It’s especially noticeable whenever she’s being a prick/hurting people. She’s already having to endure so much stress and trauma; being terrible to other people is an unhealthy way for her to let out some of those unwanted emotions. Her brain just wants to vent without adding guilt to the pile, so she kind of switches all of that off without intending to so she can be ruthless without regretting it later.

- Certain textures squick her out. If something is TOO overly soft or fuzzy, or even sometimes just somebody else’s skin on hers, it’s typically way too much for her to handle. She won’t flip out right away, nine times out of ten, but she isn’t afraid of expressing her distaste for something; regardless of how many times prior she might’ve just grinned and endured it.

- She has a tendency to give things names. That rat over there? Oh, that’s just Henry, he’s chillin’. Your coffee maker? That’s Susan and she’s very nice. Very helpful. The dog chasing her down the street for the HUNDREDTH time? That’s ROBERTO and he’s a JERK. She just likes doing it. It helps her to become more familiar with things and objects so that she... remembers them.

- Continuing off of that: her memory is.. NOT what it used to be. Either due to trauma reasons, or due to her new defects due to being off-color, Spinel can easily forget very minor things throughout her days. Sometimes even major things! And considering the fact that it used to be IMPECCABLE, and that those 6,000 years feel like NOTHING to her, in retrospect, now, it...... REALLY really bothers her. A lot.

- Despite the fact that she’s trying to put herself out there and make new friends, she’s... really just acting. All of her relationships (not counting with Steven, The Diamonds, and Pink Pearl/the Homeworld Pearls) are about as fake as they come. Her heart isn’t it, anymore. She’s just too raw, still; too emotionally and socially distant from other people. Not to say she doesn’t care about her “friends” LIKE they’re friends!! But she just- can’t live in the present. She’s convinced herself that every person she knows/meets will eventually, at some point, move on and forget all about her. She treats it like a fact, and thus builds up walls while she patiently waits to be used and thrown away, again.

- Spinel is an EXCELLENT actor. She’s familiar with theatre, after all! Unless you’re somebody close to her, she’s a seamless, pathological liar. Lying makes her feel guilty in any other circumstance, but if she doesn’t have some kind of emotional connection to you, then she doesn’t really see a reason to care.

- She tends to laugh away everything just on impulse. Did somebody trip and fall on their face? She’ll snort. Is somebody crying, again? Oh, THAT’S hilarious! Is she being yelled at? Oh BOY! What a HOOT! Does she actually find that stuff funny? Most of the time, no; not at all. Laughing just feels better than being upset about it.

- She’ll latch onto meme/Gen Z culture once she learns about it- even if she really doesn’t understand it at all. I.E:

Steven: Hey, Spinel, what’re you gonna be for Halloween?

Spinel: Sexy Minecraft.

Steven: Spinel, N-

- She experiences sensory overloads! It doesn’t happen all that often, but some days things are just- too loud and too hectic. Even if not a whole lot is actually going on at the time, even just the sound of the ocean can be too overwhelming for her.

- She enjoys origami! She likes making tiny boats and setting them on water. It’s fun, relaxing, and rewarding!

- She... really only sees a lot of things on the surface level, when it comes to the nuance of friendships and relationships. If she REALLY really likes somebody, like.. a lot, and they ask her out, like.. romantically? She’ll SAY yes, and she has NO issues with being intimate with a person, but when it comes to kissing- to fully returning the underlying passion? She’ll be uncomfortable, she won’t understand it. Of course she KNOWS what romance is (in theory), but all she truly sees is just... friendship with extra steps. She only felt true passion, true romantic feelings, for Pink, and those went unrequited. Not to say that, with time, she won’t learn to return any feelings of attraction toward her that go beyond platonic! She’ll just... feel and express them much differently than what’s considered “normal” or “average”.

- Spinel understands and comprehends relationships on a very juvenile level. She GETS nuances, and she’s actually pretty darn good at picking up on social cues. She isn’t a literal child, and don’t you dare treat her as such. But anything beyond a friendship, or a best friendship, won’t fully click with her. And even then, her idea of relationships is somewhat skewed due to her experiences and time with Pink. For the sake of simplicity, she just tends to/tries to look at the world in black and white, despite KNOWING that’s not how it all works.

#[Musings]#[Long Post]#Spinel #Steven Universe #GOD i love her so much #[Out Of Laughter]

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