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corvid-gae · 1 year

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I keep seeing so much on a potential fire-based “evil” clan in the Avatar franchise. Even more I’ve seen many people (Mostly on tiktok) just... make them red (Which.... i don’t think I need to fully explain why that would personally leave a bad taste in my mouth) So, instead I’ve come up with my own headcanon (Until we see more, and maybe I can let go of it a little lol... unless Cameron completely fucks up these potential fire-based Na’vi)

Basically my current headcanon goes as such. -These Na’vi are not “fire” Na’vi, they live on islands around many active volcanoes. These volcanoes are not like on Earth however. The main element they spew out molten is actually unobtainium. Unobtainium makes the lava a very bright (like electric-blue bright) blue. The Na’vi around the volcanoes are also akin to this shade of blue (just a bit more... natural looking lol.) -These Na’vi do not venerate and follow the teachings of the same form of Eywa. Because she is balance, Eywa represents destruction and war just as well as she represents life and love. These Na’vi follow the teachings of a much more ruthless Eywa. Not because they’re evil though, but because they see the pain and destruction humans have wrought as against nature itself. Lava burns anything in its path, but behind it springs new life. Humans destroy, but no life is able to come from their destruction. -Their tree of souls is a large cast of obsidian branching out. Inside this cast is still flowing magma, glowing brightly and hotly. To connect with their venerated aspect of Eywa, these Na’vi subject themselves to the fires around the tree to see their ancestors within the flames. -These Na’vi also do not follow the core tenants of Eywa. Using the lava as a way to forge blades and machines of war. Though they also use it and their creations as a way of intricate dances telling the stories of their ancestors and other Na’vi. -Like the Metkayina they have different biology. Larger ears to better combat the heat, shorter tails, and thicker skin. Their tails however possess long feathers that are fire resistant and iridescent (which they use during their intricate dances.) I don’t have a name for this clan, but I can imagine they are obviously seen as outcasted from other Na’vi clans for trade of anything. They’re not evil though, they want to keep their home safe just like other Na’vi. But they differ in how they want to keep that safety. The other clans are willing to go to war, but with humans, simple war won’t keep them away. They have to be destroyed, completely. And that’s where these Na’vi differ. No more trace of humans on Pandora, their mark will be burned away and peace can be achieved at last. And of course, isn’t that where problem would lie for Jake and his family with them? He, and by extension his children, are a mark on Pandora from humans, and to this clan? Something that must be dealt with and destroyed. (And of course, they’re not wrong, they’re not right. Just as peace is not the wrong or right option. With the humans, things are muddled. There is good and bad that come from humanity. Personally I would prefer to see the humans scientists go back to Earth and fix the planet with what they have learned from Eywa because Pandora is so thoroughly inspired by our planet in the movies. So of course that sort of avenue should be the one taken imo)

#i can imagine before though #like before humans #they were amazing glassblowers #intricate pieces of carefully crafted glass #their jewelry was dazzing stones backdropped by stained glass #it was only after humans came they had adopted the mantle of war #since to them it seemed no other tribe was doing enough #there might be more backstory there than just that but for now #avatar #avatar2009 #avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar james cameron #na'vi #metkayina #omaticaya

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shepard-ram · 3 years

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An Outside Perspective [Xisuma & Dsmp!Reader]

(P!Fluff? Hurt/comfort? Not really sure lol Request: Could I request a reader insert were the reader is causally talking about the wars and bloodshed they have seen on the dream smp to Grian or Xisuma?)

(After the Grian headcanons I'm so happy to be getting more hermitcraft requests! Tw. Talk of past war, violence, death etc. Also thank you dodo anon for some ideas.)

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Somehow you had managed to slip away from the Dream smp and found yourself in a much more peaceful server, Hermitcraft. Most of them knew vaguely of the wars that constantly held your home, but no one seemed to fully grasp what you had became so accustomed to. Not that you were trying to hide anything, it just never came up. Until you found yourself talking to a masked admin much kinder than your own.

You were helping Xisuma as he worked on a new tower in his base. You had been staying in the server for awhile now, and had hung around X since the start. At first it was because you thought getting on an admins good side would be a good strategic move, but now it was because you genuinely enjoyed his company.

At first it was unnerving how... not violent the hermits were. Even though you had grown used to how kind every one was, you still couldn't deny how intimidating some of the hermits looked. Including Xisuma's heavy armor and helmet that he never seemed to take off. You've been curious about it since the start, so you finally decided to ask.

"Hey X, can I ask you something?" Watching as he perked up at his name.

"Uh... sure!"

"Why do you never take off that helmet? I get if it's personal- I'm just curious."

"Oh- well at first it was a medical thing. Now I just wear it for comfort, especially since I have some scars I'd rather keep hidden." He added the last part in a slightly weaker voice.

"Oh I get that! I've got quite a few myself!" You rolled up your sleeve to show off the burn like scar that marred the skin running all up your left arm, ending just above your wrist. The mark was much darker than a normal burn would be, it was from a wither effect.

Even through his purple visor you could see Xisuma's eyes grow wide with what you assumed was concern.

"How in the world did you get that?" His tone confirmed that you were right about his expression.

"It's a long story, but back in the Dream smp I lived in this country called L'Manberg. After an election the first president and vice president were forced to leave. Eventually they and a few other of their allies tried to take it back- or destroy it I'm not entirely sure-" you told the war story in such a causal way it felt like you were reciting the plot of a show you had watched the other day. Not even paying attention as X's face worsened.

"Anyways, during that take over one of the old presidents allies spawned two withers as a show of strength. I got caught up in the blast zone, and... here we are!" You jestered to the blackened scar in pride.

"Really? How badly messed up were you?" The wither scar looked like the entire left side of your body was almost blown off, yet you seemed as bright and strong as anyone else.

"Oh I was knocked off my feet, but I just got up and ran! It takes a lot more than one missed blast to keep me down. After the day was out though I could barely move my arm, I still try to keep too much strain off it." You added casually rolling your sleeve back down.

"Was that the only battle you've been through?" He asked with what could only be described as worried hope.

"Oh not by a long shot!" If you had been looking you would have gotten a laugh at his face. "There was L'Manbergs war of Independence, died quite a few times there, Pogtopia vs. Manberg, that's where I got that scar- and Doomsday, god I thought two withers was excessive ha! If I could've known."

"What! You went through all that! You're only like, twenty, why would someone that young be put through all that" You realized just how horrified he was. Switching to a more somber tone.

"Oh I am not that young compared to some of the others." Watching as his face dropped you continued. "The vice president? That got exiled, Tommy. He's sixteen." You thought you might have broke the admin at that point. "Seemed Dream always had it out for the poor kid. I tried to help him as much as I could, but there's not much you can do against a tyrant god."

"I- I just-" you could see him trying to process everything you'd just spilled. He settled on resting his hand on your shoulder, "you know you can stay here as long as you want. Maybe even bring some of your friends for a little visit?" You weren't entirely sure if that was a question or a statement, but you answered with a sincere nod.

"Thank you."

"Of course, don't think about it." You both turned back to the half finished tower. Xisuma had some things to discuss with the others later, but that could wait for now.

#mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #Shepard ram writes #c: xisuma #tw. mentioned death #tw. mentioned war

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peachbearies · 3 years

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omg ion know if ur taking. Requests rn but I was wondering just a cute lil imagine bout zion in which the reader and him are dating and it's they're one yr aniversary or sum idk lol but just zion being a cutie and telling how much he loves her and shiii (because we all know that his ass acts all big and bad but he is a 6'4 teddy bear irl) yaa ik that was supper cringey but shehej yee okay byee (ur an amazing writer btw I've read all ur work and may I saY I stan 💖)

Promise: Z.kuwonu

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›› Synopsis: it’s your first anniversary with Zion, around this trademark period it makes you apprehensive but Zion reminds you how much

›› Genre: Fluff

›› Paring: Female Reader x Zion Kuwonu

›› Warnings: Slightly hinted nsfw, lots of cursing (I mean it Zion so…), a little glimpse of toxic behavior.

›› A/N: what?! This is not cringe at all baby! I admire cheesy romantic headcanons/ imagines like this. My likes and drafts are filled with fluffs or angst to fluff🤧. I’m sorry this is a tad bit delinquent And thank you for reading my work that means a lot I’ve been exploring a lot of vocabulary words to scrutinize my writing, this may be a long one I apologize I got too into it.

The marvels of what a year could do. From going through a hurricane of songster roaring at each other, the strikes of austere comments leading up to the thunderstorm of a anguish. Your ex-fiancé cheated on, with considerable women before you found out. The ring on your finger was nothing but a reflector and leverage for him, he wanted to appear a saint to the kingdom, but a devil in the moonlight. Apologizing and buttering you up like a slice of bread, didn’t make you dawdle.

Your lucidity and rectitude were more caliber than staying, so you moved out of your shared apartment a week later, during the rotation of moving haphazardly you’ve incoherent yourself from the boys' realm, nor have your inner circle heard of you. You dissipated from the earth. And if you had to be adequate, you relished it that way, what was anyone overlooking anyways? but you were silently asking for space, you would give your leg for it.

Zion stirring in disgruntle, pushing profanities in between his gritted teeth. Don’t get mistaken he wasn’t mad you were ignoring him, just by the way your handling things on your own, he knew it had to be really fucked up if you couldn’t come to him. The veins crawling up his proffered hands outstretched for the keys. The boys jumping up in fear he may do something reckless, Brandon putting his hand in front of the boys to halt them. “Listen—even if we stop him, say anything to him or follow him, he will remotely do exactly what you think he’s going to do, you know how much he cares about (y/n), all we can do is have faith in him” Brandon confirms, but deep inside that rickety heart of his fear was kicking his ass too. They all discern Zion, once the peak of anger overflows his eyes only opines vermilion.

Zion parked in the lot, not noticing your car ghosting its rightful place. His mind was set on figuring what was wrong with you. Climbing the flight of stairs, he knocks on your door, his foot tapping the pallid base. When the door swung open it was ex-fiance, their eyes met in pique just burning to throw punches and a few sparks of curse words. “What do you want?” Your ex tempts him.

For your sake, Zion never snapped in front of him the way he should’ve. “Not you that’s for sure” commenting on his current attire, which was shirtless and some sweatpants. “Where’s (y/n)?” He queries, a scruffy ‘tsk’ pass through his lips. “Not here, that bitch moved out after she broke up with me”

Zion looked at his watch the time read 9:35 pm. “Cool, all I need is nine minutes of your time” Zion tranquility explains to him. Swinging and docking him in the throat; the girl that was staying with him bolting into the living room finding the source of the thump. She screams for Zion to get off him, after give or take six punches, Zion walks away not giving him or her the slightest sight. “If I catch you or her around y/n, better make sure you have good health care insurance and dental”

The next day he waited outside your classroom leaning his foot up against the wall; few girls noticed him but that wasn’t on his mind. When your silhouette appeared, he excused himself in a rush to catch you. “Pretty rich seeing a smile from a ghost” your heart dropped; the voice you were scared to dump your problems on.

What lie could you conjure? “Hey Zion” you breathe, turning in his direction. “That’s my fault I’m sorry, dealing with classes and moving I lost track of time” which was half correct, but it wasn’t the biggest factor. Zion tilted his head, signature hand in hoodie pocket. Closing your eyes with a heavy sigh, you knew he didn’t believe you nor did he want to push you. “Zion—“ he groped your wrist pulling you to the parking lot, he leaned on his car's hood without saying a drop of words, he wants for you to stream all your worries.

“Well, that’s half the reason. Okay, I didn't mean to go completely ghost, life just wasn't easy for me lately, I didn't want to add more dead weight to your shoulder. Sorry” zion scoffs pushing himself away from the car with no hands. But they followed the path to your jawline. ”burden on my shoulder or not, they're made for you to cry on. Stop going through things on your own alright?, as long as I'm here you don't have to sink”

Ever since you and zion grew close, a year later and he still gazes at you like a diamond. Even after a year, the astonishment gets the better of you. The insecurities start raging in, fighting in a war of love and hate. Your phone was laid upon the cherry wooden table, the vibrations frightening you, the goosebumps crawling up your arms. The name it read was “Love🤍”

“Hello?” You answer still shaken up; Zion lets out a soft scoff that vibrates through your body “you’re still in bed mamas? you should be awake beautiful” rubbing your eyes slightly, the clock flashed the numbers ‘ 2:30 pm’ your groan only makes him smile bigger.

“Goddamn I love you, look how ravishing you are in the morning” Zion's eyes shimmering in adoration. Those eyes always reflected his emotions, deep down you knew Zion loved you wholeheartedly, but the fear of having something good taken from you. That is what kept you hesitant. “No, I don’t stop lying” you stroke his ego.

“Me? Lie? Babygirl, I can’t and won’t lie to you stop playing” Zion said in a low octave, your stomach stirred in feelings “do me a favor baby” “Which is?” You reply, Zion looks over on his nightstand smiling. “Why are you smiling? Are you being mischievous again?”

“Who me? Nah” Zion shrugs off. The ringing of the doorbell distracted you from his spreading grin “answer that” sighing you walk towards the door, propping your phone on the counter, Zion moans out loud. “Maybe I should’ve slept over last night! Who told you to look that good mamas?” Ignoring his flirty antics you open the door, glimpsing at fresh bouquets of your favorite flower and a self-care basket. “Baby!!!” You screech, Zion simpers at the brightest smile on your face. The sun doesn’t shine as bright as you did at the moment.

“Why?, why are you so loving to me” you start to happy cry “Nah baby none of that, I love you too damn much for you to self-deprecate” Zion shuts your negativity down. Flipping the card over you read the message. ‘You thought I’d forget the day you changed my life? I’ve always loved you and I’ll continue to love you, but it’s not your love that I adore the most, it’s those gorgeous eyes that look back at me. Like I’m some type of angel when we all know that’s you, it’s the way you’re compassionate about others, I love your free spirit baby you’re a dove to me, even though I get under your nerves, I wouldn’t want anyone else to deal with me or my problems happy one year’

You look up at Zion, his eyes were already glossing by admiring your figure. Oh, how you wish jumping through a screen wasn’t just a cartoon thing. “Fuck” you whisper covering your face “angel, you are beautiful” Zion reminds you “stop!!! I’m in my feelings!!” You Jokingly spat at him. “What you wanna do for our anniversary it’s up to you” Zion smiles.

“Can we go to a petting zoo then get tacos?” Your eyes sparkling as your lips turn into a pout, Zion looking up towards the ceiling as his Adam’s apple points at the camera. “Yes, how could I say no” twenty minutes later Zion was at your house, complimenting you the whole car ride. Protectively and passionately rubbing circles on your knees being careful not to raise his hand any further.

“Look! Rabbits” Zion follows your finger pulling you in that direction, you sit on the bench holding the rabbit in your lap feeding it the food. Zion takes pictures of you getting the best angles, falling in love with your beauty, even more, the way the golden light bounced off your skin. It made him think twice if you were real or just a lucid dream. Feeding the monkeys were the best part, they hugged you and Zion; even gave you two kisses. The giraffes were the most exciting to you, joking to your boyfriend “wow look something taller than you”. Walking into a blue-lit aquarium a class of fish surrounded the both of you. Your finger softly touching the fish that was pressed against the glass, it followed your every move. Never realizing Zion detached his hand from yours, it hasn’t hit you until a ring was slid on your finger.

“Not an engagement ring, but soon don’t worry this is a promise ring, and I promise that you’ll feel nothing but comfort and love with me” his fingers gripped into your waist “with a side of pleasure too” you smack his shoulder while smiling ear for ear. “You promise?” “Of course I do, I wholeheartedly promise, I will never hurt or disrespect you baby, you mean too much to me”

Once you were back to the apartment your body couldn’t even make it to the bed, but Zion helped you to the bathroom. To wash off the dirt and sweat, even helped you with your skin routine. His fingers padding over every inch of your back, your soft snores in the crook of his neck. “I’m so glad to be the girlfriend of your dreams” you whisper “oh lord she’s finally figured it out!!” Zion pushes your buttons “should I send you back home?” You test him, “you wouldn’t dare, you need me tonight” Zion teases his swollen lips attacking your neck upwards your jawline, a low gruffly growl trickles down your spine.

“So is this the side of pleasure?” You press your teeth into your lower lip “if that’s what you want”

“Well, you did make a promise” wasting no time Zion straddles you, your legs wrapped around his waist, giggling at how he fumbled to remove his shirt.

“You damn right I made a promise, and I’ll show you how serious this promise is” Zion kisses up your stomach “I love you”

Your hands cupping his jaw the breathing becoming erratic “I love you too”

#prettymuch #zion kuwonu #prettymuch zion

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mysableeze · 5 years

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the perfect delivery

a/n: my v possibly biased take on miyuki kazuya’s thoughts from the end of dna act ii chapter 42; spoilers if you haven’t read the manga!!!

With the bases loaded and Ichidai’s clean-up coming up at the next at-bat, Kazuya’s thoughts come stumbling one after another: if Sawamura’s gutsy tenacity and headstrong will are enough to pull them through, if Sawamura is enough to plug in the gaping holes in defense left by Furuya’s unstable pitching – Can he really shoulder the weight of this pressure? He wouldn’t blame Sawamura if he crumbled; this scenario is pretty damned fucked, and he’s mentally prepared to give up at least one run but if Sawamura can overcome this…

As Furuya jogs back to the dug-out, Kazuya turns to Sawamura. “We all know this is one hell of a situation to be thrusted into all of a sudden, but – ”

“I’m fully aware of my duty, believe me,” Sawamura interrupts, surprising Kazuya, his gaze focused straight ahead on something else. Sawamura’s voice is loud as usual, but it possesses a firm, unshakable quality in them that makes Kazuya’s eyes linger on him for a moment longer before he follows his line of sight. This boy, eyes dark gold and jaw clenched tight, has his gaze set firmly on Ichidai’s fourth batter.

An odd mix of unease and anticipation ripples through Kazuya. He lets the words slide back down his throat, unsure if they would do more harm than good. The rest of the team jogs back to their respective positions, and the atmosphere around them hangs heavy, tight around his throat, and if this isn’t an exciting bind to get out of Kazuya doesn’t know what is.

Now, Sawamura, will you be able to deliver?

As Sawamura tosses the rosin bag in his hands, Kazuya watches, keen-eyed, trying to study and predict Sawamura’s current condition. Despite himself, Kazuya can feel his sweat trickling under his catcher gear, his thighs burning with all the squatting he did the past few innings, and he has no idea what he can expect from this Sawamura right now. It’s a little unsettling how hard it is to read him. He can’t say he’s close to Sawamura in any way, but as the main catcher for Seidou, he’s at least attuned to the little quirks Sawamura does that would at least clue him in on Sawamura’s current mental state – but at present he can’t get anything off Sawamura at all.

Kazuya can’t help the rising shadow of a doubt that nags at him, because he has seen pitchers self-destruct on this very spot because of the self-imposed enormous pressure that eventually caves and buries them under. As bold as Sawamura is, he has no idea if he is ready for this.

The circumstances can’t be described with a mere unfavorable, Ichidai poised to score the moment any weak pitches are thrown. In a more optimistic scenario, he would ask for a ball to check for Sawamura’s condition but he knows that that’s not Sawamura’s style – and that’s not his style, either. He doesn’t want to call for a ball that might set Sawamura off the wrong way, and ramping up on counts here isn’t going to do them any favors.

As much as he has control over the field, he’s well aware that a pitcher’s condition hinges very much on their mental fortitude. Kazuya prides himself on his widely-acclaimed nasty personality that extends beyond his daily life and seeps into the very essence of his playing: he lives to provoke the shit out of batters, to make them swing at pitches they usually don’t – to warp their sense of judgement and bend it to his. Underneath Sawamura’s loud-mouthed and stupidly brash facade, Kazuya knows that a similar perverseness resides underneath his skin. That, was what attracted him to catch for Sawamura even when he was just a fifteen-year-old brat who knew nothing at all.

He just has to believe that’s enough.

What they need to do most now is stop Ichidai’s momentum and he’s sure that Sawamura knows that too. They need to do a head-on battle with the fourth batter, and he hopes that Sawamura’s up for the task. Their gazes lock; Kazuya has settled on their strategy, and Sawamura seems to sense it as well. Sawamura takes in deep, measured breaths, waits for Kazuya’s sign with his eyes bright and fiery, determination rolling off him in caged, silent waves. It’s unlike any Sawamura he has seen before, and Kazuya is willing to throw in all his chips on that look on Sawamura’s face.

Sawamura nods and tugs down the rim of his baseball cap, exhaling behind his glove. Then he winds up his leg and his arm whips out from behind him, startling sharp, before his feet slams down on the mound in front of him. The ball spins, blazes a white furious path towards Kazuya, and even though it hasn’t yet reached him, Kazuya’s round wide in surprise and can tell the trajectory is perfect.

A chill zaps down the spine of his back, the burn from exhaustion long forgotten, as the powerful pitch slams right where he wanted it to. The fourth batter doesn’t – couldn’t – even swing, and Kazuya absently notes the stuttering surprise by his opponent hunched over the batter’s box. The ball rests snugly in his mitt as Kazuya’s heart thumps furiously against his ribs, shell-shocked stare on Sawamura who defied his expectations, who exceeded his expectations, above and beyond. The stadium is the quietest it has ever been, the audience and the dug-out holding their breaths simultaneously before the umpire announces the result Kazuya already knows:

“STRIKE!”

Right now, Sawamura is golden fire and sharp edges, mouth set in a firm determined line. He does not seem to be fazed by how he has practically just threw a perfect pitch, as he winds up for his next pitch that Kazuya signals for. His next pitch is as perfect as the first, breaking right into his mitt.

As the third pitch – obviously right in the zone – slams squarely in his catcher mitt, cracking loud and clear, the stadium doesn’t even wait for the umpire’s announcement, drowned by the entire stadium erupting to an uproar of amazed shouts and hysterical cheers, the audience overwhelmed by the unexpected turnover of momentum that was regained by the second-year pitcher that is Sawamura Eijun.

Kazuya’s skin keeps fucking rising, goosebumps prickling all over, muted by how every single one of Sawamura’s throws are right where he wants them to be. Kazuya can’t stop looking at him, Sawamura’s leg still half in his release position as a loud “Osu!” comes spilling from between his lips, eyes dark and ravenous, like he’s not satisfied, a predator hungry for more. An unwitting smirk unfurls across the length of Kazuya’s mouth, showing teeth.

Always so… Kazuya doesn’t complete his train of thought as he flings the ball back to Sawamura.

Sawamura is still surprisingly calm, now, like he’s aware getting one out here doesn’t mean that he has completely turned the tides, and he slides his eyes close to inhale deeply, fingers gripping onto the seams of the ball behind his glove.

Right now, the seed for an eye-catching flower has flourished, way before Kazuya has expected him to. Sawamura has sprouted fiercely, determined and gold-eyed, and it sends shivers down Kazuya’s calves as he thinks about how he hasn’t even grown to his full potential yet.

Before Sawamura, Kazuya has never thought of not having to mold his game-calling to suit the personality of the pitcher. It’s hard to find a pitcher who has the ability and guts to deliver Kazuya’s brand of baseball, and catchers shoulder the responsibility of accommodating to their pitchers anyway.

Mei comes to mind, but he wasn’t a diamond in the rough; he grew into baseball like it was second skin, nestling into the position of a pitcher like a baby sapling planted in fertile soil. It was fun, catching for him – but not exhilarating. Sawamura didn’t come close to that image at all last year, lacking ball control and the arsenal of pitches that Kazuya would love exploiting to fuck up the batters the best he could. Realistically, Kazuya has expected Sawamura to reach that stage when Kazuya’s probably graduated; now, though…

Kazuya is born a challenger, not raised a king.

Sawamura’s rapid improvement lights a fire in Kazuya’s chest, making it go tight. Sawamura has grown from a bumbling, bratty, loud-mouthed first-year to this, all blazing bright and fiery on the mound, jaw clenched tight and mouth set in a determined line as he draws into position for the next batter.

The corner of his mouth curves. So this is the Ace I’ve been waiting for.

a/n: (dna act ii manga has spoiled SO MANY of my headcanons lol but IT’S OK BABY EIJUN’S TIME TO SHINE!!) hi guys it’s been a while but im here to revive my dead blog and if you have stuck with me all this while, i just wanna holler a SAWAMURA EIJUN THANK YOU!!!!!

if yall wanna yell about feelings, drop by my personal blog @fallibleflakes or hmu on twitter where i spazz about shit @sleepyflakes

#miyusawa #misawa #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #mf writings #i cried so much in 42 and 43 lol slam a deadball and step on my heart pls terujima sensei #daiya no ace #ace of diamond

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arielle0808 · 6 years

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Your hc are great and maybe i can make a request too? well how RFA/v/saeran would be jealous about ppl flirting to MC before realizing that she has no idea that person was flirting with her. can u do it? thanks anyway

Aaaaw, thank you! 🙈 Of course you can!! Here it goes~

Dense MC is so fun to write xD I really hope you like it

Yoosung

He had thought that taking MC’s hand or passing an arm around their shoulders would make that creepy dude stop flirting with them. He had been wrong.

He could feel his anger increasing the most that guy continued talking. He had tried to make all kinds of excuses to go home, but MC just looked at him wide-eyed and replied with confused statements like “but it’s so early!” “aren’t you having fun?” etc.

MC, on the other hand, was having the time of their life.

They weren’t used to Yoosung being that bold in public, so they loved his unexpected gestures of affection! Besides, talking to new people was always fun and they had just met this friendly guy who seemed really interested in their life!

“So, what are your hobbies, cutie?”

“I like playing LOLOL with my boyfriend!!” they exclaimed.

“Wouldn’t you prefer playing other things with me?” the creepy dude asked, escalating to super duper creepy dude in no time, as he gave Yoosung a look of superiority.

Just as MC was telling him they should play Monolopy, Yoosung punched him on the face. MC looked at him, as puzzled as the dude. They knew Yoosung wasn’t a violent person, so something at that moment clicked in their mind.

“Oooh,” MC let out in understanding, but by that point Yoosung was already taking them out of the bar by their wrist.

MC still scolded Yoosung for getting jealous and punching that guy, but still they promised they would be more alert the next time.

“I don’t like it when you get jealous, but I don’t like random people flirting with me either.”

Zen

He hadn’t liked that dude from the moment he had appeared and started talking to MC.

He had tried to keep calm since MC had complained before about Zen acting too overprotective, so he tried to keep his hands to himself while MC and the guy talked, but always being alert in case he did something weird or surpassed a line.

“So, your boyfriend is an actor? You must spend so much time on your own…”

“Yeah, but I’m fine,” MC shrugged.

“Wouldn’t you like some company then?”

Zen breathed in and out: MC can defend themselves, MC can defend themselves…

“Nah, I’m fine,” MC shrugged it off, and Zen smiled in content. “But if you ever want to hang out for a coffee, just call me!” they added, making Zen’s jaw fall to the floor.

“But MC!!”

MC turns to Zen with a clueless smile and just as the guy was taking his phone to dial their number, Zen took them away by the wrist.

“But Zenny, what’s wroooong??” MC whines, getting angry.

“He was trying to flirt with you!! And actually succeeding!”

After a heated argument, MC finally realises Zen was right. They remain grumpy for some time since they don’t like it when Zen gets jealous, but they’ll make sure that the next time some random guy tries flirting with them, MC’ll reject them faster. Not for Zen’s sake, but their own.

Jaehee

She was starting to get really uncomfortable at that guy’s shameless flirting.

“You guys are fun, I really like you,” he’d say. “Why don’t we do something tomorrow?”

“We are busy,” Jaehee cut him off as dryly as she could.

“Eh? Are we?” MC ased, confused.

“Well, if she has plans, we can hang out the two of us together,” the guy shrugged with a smile and passed an arm through MC’s shoulder.

“I guess?” MC said, getting uncomfortable at the dude’s extremely “friendly” manners.

They tried to break from his grab, but he only made it stronger.

“Let go of them,” Jaehee said.

“Why? MC and I are just having some fun,” he disgustingly smiled.

Thus, Jaehee took him by his hand, made him let go of MC and made one of her judo moves on him.

No creepy dude has come around MC ever again.

Jumin

He had brought MC to a business dinner, so he had to try to remain composed and polite. That man was making it difficult.

He was flirting shamelessly with MC, trying to reach out for their hand any time he saw the oportunity, and the worse part was that MC didn’t seem to realise!

The truth is that man was evidently older than MC, so they didn’t think he was trying to flirt! They thought he was just looking at them like he’d look at his own child!

“You should come as my partner to the next party,” the man laughed and MC laughed with him as Jumin’s anger increased.

“Aaaaw, but I really wanted to go with Jumin,” MC chuckled.

“You’ve gone with Mr Han enough times already, it’s my turn now,” he playfully complained.

“We’ll see, we’ll see,” MC joked.

“About our business deal...” Jumin cleared his throat.

“Well, of course,” the man said. “I’ll sign the deal. But that’s foul play, Mr Han. Who would say no when a person as lovely as MC is present?”

“I was intending to say that I am withdrawing my offer. C&R doesn’t want to be associated in any way to a company whose CEO makes deal basing his decisions on the “loveliness” of another person. We work for the well-being of people, and their objectification plays against it. More so, that person being my fiancé.”

“Are you basing your withdrawal on personal interests,” the other man said, red in anger.

“I apologise if I’ve given that impression. MC, we may leave now.”

MC looked at Jumin believing he was the coolest.

707

That’s why he hated going out. No one flirted with MC at his bunker!! (Well, except he and his multiples personae.)

MC laughed once more at one of the dude’s comments and he felt his blood burning in anger. He was way funnier!!!

“Hey, MC, what do you call a tomato with a cape?”

“Super-tomato?” MC asked, knowing the joke already.

“God 707, defender of justice!!”

MC starting laughing out loud at the joke, making the dude wondering about his choices for flirting, but he wouldn’t give up, starting a joke contest with Seven.

“Guys, stooooop!!!” MC asked them, their belly hurting from all the laughter, but Seven spoke up.

“MC what do you call the game this dude is playing?”

“What, what?”

“Fool play!” he said and took MC by the wrist, rushing out of the bar and leaving the guy dumbfounded.

God 707 wins again!!

He and MC had decided to go out for a couple of drinks, and everything was going on really well until that guy had approached them.

“Wow, MC, you are so pretty,” the guy said for the third time after what seemed hours of flirting. “Are you sure you aren’t a super model?”

MC let out a laugh, believing the guy was just kidding.

“No, I’m a student!”

“Aw, that’s a pity,” the guy took their hand, making V look away in disgust. “You should let me take some photos of you one day. You are seriously gorgeous.”

“Lol, thanks, thanks, but V is the only one who takes pictures of me,” MC happily and casually said, clinging to their boyfriend with a bright smile.

Both of the men looked at MC.

“Well, I guess I’ll get going,” the creepy dude said with a pissed off expression.

“Oh, see you around, new friend!!” MC waved innocently at him.

V hasn’t felt more blessed in his life.

Saeran

He hated bars. He hated people. And, more than anything, he hated that guy.

Any time he tried a new cheesy line with MC, Saeran felt he was going to be sick. He felt trapped. He didn’t want to scare MC using violence, more so after all they had been through, but he just couldn’t speak out to try to stop the dude. And the worst thing is that MC didn’t seem to mind his flirting.

Were they having more fun with him that with Saeran? He felt he was going to die.

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere on our own, MC?” the dude whispered in their ear loud enough for Saeran to hear as he looked at him with a smile of superiority.

“Hm? Why?” they asked clueless.

“I don’t think this guy is enjoying of our conversation, and I’d like to know you better without a third wheel,” he winked.

Then, MC realised. They finally looked at Saeran and saw his pale face as if he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

“If you think we are better off without a third wheel, then you are the one who should leave!” MC said in the same friendly tone, taking Saeran’s hand. “My boyfriend and I were having enough fun without you!”

MC then talked to Saeran and reminded him once more of the fact that he was the one MC loved. They also decided to create a sign for Saeran to indicate MC when he was feeling uncomfortable and he couldn’t voice it

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xylianna · 6 years

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....It took Ignis a while to realize that he was shaking, literally trembling where he stood, his jaw hanging inelegantly open as he gaped at the scene before him. Astrals, he hadn’t been this wonder-struck since his first visit to the club.... *blush* ummmm like this whole chapter to be perfectly honest.

You. I like you.

I’m going to totally commentate the entire freakin’ chapter because insomnia is refusing to let me sleep and I love the chance to blather on about my work to a willing audience!

I will be kind and put it behind a cut, though.

Okay, I’m pulling up the chapter and commenting as I go, so if you read it as you go my comments might make more sense! Wait, first I should make coffee. Coffee is love, coffee is life.

Okay, I’m back with coffee! So, the first thing I’ll say about this chapter is it’s actually the first thing I wrote. Specifically, the Ignis POV starting with his arrival at the club. A few days later, I wrote the Gladio POV, and a couple days ago, I added the paragraphs at the beginning about Ignis’s relaxing day going to the farmer’s market, coffee shop, etc to help it flow from chapter 1 better. I initially was going to have this be maybe chapter 4 or so, but I said fuck it, let’s start the bdsm off right out of the gate so people know what they’re reading, lol.

Lest you think those first few paragraphs are merely filler, let me assure you I love Ignis getting downtime, and I will write it into as many stories as I can. It’s a good balance for how often I put him through all the angst.

So, Iggy’s outfit I put a lot of thought into! He’s a strategist, so I figured he’d have his disguise nailed. First, the suit. Iggy wears suits all the time, but I headcanon they are perfectly tailored, high class affairs. So for this, he wears something off the rack. The red tie was actually an in-joke/call back to a scene in my co-authored fic with @aliatori, This Too Is Sacred (check it out). He couldn’t take his car, too much of a clue to his identity. He absolutely cannot speak - his accent? Way too recognizable. So we have the silent, carless, off-the-rack suited, masked Hawk, anonymous in the crowd but still a bright beacon to those who are looking closely, because even with the different guise, it’s still Iggy, and he’s still amazing.

Fun fact: the card Iggy needed to show the doorman to get in? Based off a local kink party I attended for several years before it stopped running. You had an approval process, and once you were totally vetted you got your card and then you could get into events without signing waivers or being vouched for etc.

I also borrowed heavily from personal experience when I described what he saw/heard/smelled as he walked into the club proper. The very first kink event I went to had a dress code that was basically formal wear or fetish wear, if you showed up in jeans + tshirt you wouldn’t be allowed in. While I personally don’t feel the need to be that strict, I like the atmosphere of everyone being formal, whatever that means to them. I also thought it fit Iggy.

The ridiculous cacophony of conversation/sounds of beatings/loud music takes some getting used to, haha. And I am here for being in a room that basically overwhelming smells like leather.

The ‘rules’ I put in place are again, stolen from real events I attended. Not that consent is a unique rule since its the law everywhere that I live. Anonymity is super super important at events like this though. The best events are the ones that manage to feel exotic, but still like a safe space where you can just be yourself. The no alcohol thing, too. You really don’t want to mix consensual beatings with intoxication.

Okay I live for the headcanon that while Ignis’s refusal to speak is part of his effort to keep his identity secret, that his refusal to cry out during play is also a challenge issued to every top he scenes with.

“Who was that, in the far corner there?” the point where everyone is hopefully shouting IS IT GLADIO IS IT GLADIO

I stopped typing for several minutes because I read the paragraph describing Gladio giving that beating and… yeah. lol.

Iggy of course gets pissed seeing him there, because as we established in chapter 1 he has a gigantic unrequited crush on a man he perceives as straight and therefore off-limits. Also, I try to make the characters human, and Iggy losing his temper at something that isn’t actually a wrong action on anyone’s part makes him very human to me.

One of my favorite lines this chapter: “He cautiously walked closer, knowing he was playing with fire - if anyone could see through his masquerade, it would be Gladiolus - but like the proverbial moth he was drawn ever closer to that brightly burning flame.” Not to toot my own horn or anything haha!

Now we’re to the section you actually put in my ask box. Ignis has totally lost hold of his self control at this point. Well, not totally, I suppose. Totally would have had him going right up to Gladio and kissing the crap out of him, lol. But seeing the man he’s been crushing on is also a skilled and inventive top, it’s all a little too much for our Igster.

And then, Ignis’s play partner finds him. I tried to strike a balance between writing their scene so that the reader could tell who Stag was meant to be, without making it blatant. After all, Ignis doesn’t know. The guise of Stag was directly chosen because of the stylistic details of Nyx’s headgear in Kingsglaive.

Of course Ignis has to hesitate, though, since Gladio is RIGHT FUCKING THERE OMG, but his desire for his monthly fix wins out.

For the beating itself, I won’t say much, except that I do so love writing gladnis bdsm and I never plan to stop.

Now we hit my favorite line of this chapter and I am not at all ashamed to highlight it: “And then, the kaleidoscope of his waking dream shifted, and he saw nothing but Gladiolus.”

Sigghhhh

An oops, some clean up, and a little flirty banter, and Iggy’s POV ends with him noticing Gladio staring at him like he’s a Cup Noodles, and he gets a flash of hope that maybe his crush isn’t so hopeless as he’s previously though.

And then we’re over to Gladio.

I shamelessly used the beginning of Gladio’s POV to highlight two issues I’ve seen happen in kink communities. TOPS NEED AFTERCARE TOO DAMMIT. FUCK ANYONE WHO SAYS THEY DON’T. Seriously. Give your top a fucking hug. A bottle of water. Make sure they’re as okay as they are making sure are post-scene, ugh. And don’t treat them like beating dispensers, they have fucking feelings and they are people and and and ooookay, off my soap box. :D

I considered having Gladio also masked, but figured even if his tattoo wasn’t fully done at this point, he’s such a unique figure (even in a fantasy world like Eos, we don’t see that many 6′6″ massive muscular dudes walking around) that it would be rather pointless to try and hide. Plus… I mean, its Gladio. Why would he hide?

And of course I had to have him watch Iggy’s beating and fixate needing to get to know and hopefully play with that masochist because, well, we all know the Gladnis is coming, especially if you’ve read Discretion you know where I am taking this.

I took great delight in writing how meeting Hawk’s eyes reminded Gladio of Ignis’s eyes and then him thinking how ridiculous the idea of Iggy ever being at a place like the club, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem. Sorry.

So of course Nyx had to be the one to invite Gladio/get him on the approved list, because I just watched Kingsglaive and I’m thirsty for some Nyx. Also I could see them bro-ing it up and talking about shit like this organically, so it wouldn’t be like Nyx creepily offered “you should come to this elite kink party” so much as they just compared notes on relationships/dating/etc and it came up.

I also headcanon Nyx as an unrepentant flirt, so don’t mind him flirting with Hawk and Gladio with equal ease, lol.

Nyx throwing down the gauntlet to Gladio re: Hawk … nothing like a little trash talk between bros, right?

Gladio gets home and I decide he’s a shower beer guy, because really he’s like 21 years old at this point, he just went to a kink party where he spent most the night beating ungrateful recipients who left him high and dry, and then he watched a masked hottie come from no stimulation other than a flogging. He needed a fucking drink, why wait til after the shower?

At the end of the chapter I enjoy Gladio thinking it would be more appropriate to focus his thoughts on Hawk since he doesn’t think Ignis would be into him at all, haha. Those two crazy dumb kids, we’ll get ‘em there, I promise.

So this was WAY MORE INFO than you probably wanted when you sent me your ask but I HAVE COFFEE AND I CAN’T SLEEP AND OKAY THEN.

Thanks for being so kind and supportive.

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danisavin · 7 years

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physical appearance & body concept

How is your characters appearance unlike their faceclaim's appearance?

OOC: So, I was in love with this ask from the start and instead of answering as merely an inbox response, I’ve elected to make this a proper headcanon. It’s long as fuck but includes cool arts (sort of) from me, and is probably worth a glance if your character knows Dani well in any capacity. Under read more for length. Tagging those whose characters would have direct knowledge of these details in some capacity (aka have seen dani at least half naked lol).

-- - @samuel-floros / @fanesavin / @nuadxa / @ianncardero / @teddyaynesworth (sort of??) / @lilo-el-lobo (thanks to parallel reality shenanigans) / @scarlettxruby (i’m counting skimpy coliseum outfits lol)

-- - basic dani stats vs. basic tatiana stats

age: twenty-six | thirty-one

height: 5′04″ | 5′04″

weight: 103 lbs *underweight | 116 lbs

body type: skinny, bony, slim musculature | slim, petite, ??

bra size: AA | B

eye color: golden amber | hazel

hair color: dark brown | dark brown

tattoos: various | no??

marks/scarring: various | ??

-- - physical characteristics body concept art *kcat did an art :3

I would recommend clicking this and opening it in a new tab so you can zoom in and get a better look at the details (tattoos and markings are obviously rough sketches, hair is also at its peak floofiness because hair is HARD so feel free to imagine it not so crazy thnx).

appearance of age:

-- - Dani’s features have always retained a sort of youthful (almost childish) gleam to them, regardless of the dark circles frequently present under their eyes and the numerous markings that dot their skin. They haven’t quite hit their peak maturity so far as facial features go.

height:

-- - Dani stands at a total of 5′04″, perhaps slightly under. However, their short height does not require them to purchase petite size clothing. Their body is of mostly average proportions, just smaller in overall size than most.

weight:

-- - Dani is slightly underweight for their height, weighing in at a total 103 lbs. This lower weight did not come about because Fane neglected to feed them as a child (in fact it was impossible for them to go hungry with his love for cooking), but because they burned tons of energy running around, yet never bothered to fully replenish the calories. Skipping meals was a regular practice simply because they believed their time was better spent doing something fun and exciting or important instead of eating. They were also somewhat prone to sickness in their youth, which may or may not have also contributed to this aspect.

body type:

-- - Dani has a short, rectangular, skinny, and bony body (see best ref here) with slim musculature and a pale complexion. They have hardly any extra meat on them, if at all. At prominent points such as their hips, ribs, and collarbone, you’ll be able to see the outline of bones beneath their skin – nothing extreme, but enough to highlight that they’ve fallen just below the healthy weight line for their stature. This has also played a part in Dani’s breast size. On the rare occasion that Dani wears an actual bra, its a AA size bra. They usually wear sports bras not because they have to but because, so long as they’re not going bare-chested (which they do from time to time), sports bras provide all the support they need and pair nicely with their preferred boxer-briefs. Additionally, Dani is an avid fan of swordplay, martial arts, and yoga. This high level of activity has left them with a solid basis of musculature. It’s not like they’re boasting a six-pack, but it’s also not hard to spot the lines that indicate where they’ve got a little more than just skin over bone.

skin type:

-- - Dani’s skin is pale -- like bordering on mistaken vampire pale -- thanks to their preferably nocturnal schedule. While they love trips to places such as Egypt, sunscreen is a must for them. But they can hardly stand the stuff, so they like to stay out of the sun as much as possible. Their skin is soft to the touch where it hasn’t been scratched, scarred, or burnt and is speckled with a great assortment of marks from their many misadventures.

eye color:

-- - Dani’s eyes are technically classified as amber; however, lighting and mood play a large part in their eye color at any particular moment, and generally speaking their eyes tend more toward a golden hue than they do the red and orange tones of standard amber cases. as Scully in the voice of Ruby @scarlettxruby so beautifully put it, Dani’s eyes “look like honey dipped in sunlight,” which while a bit on the poetic side, is still rather accurate. Honey gold is great way to describe Dani’s regular eye color – not purely golden but not as sharp as yellow either, and again, light plays a big role in their appearance. There will be times that their eyes come off as more truly amber or even a brownish color, but these a rare instances and don’t necessarily bode well for the present situation. But whatever the case, you can bet they have a solid base of eyeliner outlining their intense stare (it’s practically permanent at this point). Dani has a considerable darkness about them, so I wanted them to have one solid physical feature that could be a consistent reminder that no matter how dark they feel they are, there’s still light in them somewhere, and having such bright eyes that tend to sparkle in the light when they’re excited felt like the perfect fit. example one / example two / example three / example four

hair color & style:

-- - SO HAIR. We all know that Dani and Sam are local curly hair royalty (jk but also not ok it’s insane), but in comparison of the two, Dani is the one known for their unruly and wild curls. Well, the curls happen when their hair is wet or untouched (or treated by Sam); when they attempt to brush through their hair, it ends up its everyday wavy-curly mess. When their hair isn’t dyed, its color ranges from dark brown to black. It’s been cut short for the summer and left to be as curly as it pleases, but throughout the year it may lengthen, and when it does, it often becomes more wavy than curly. current shortness / mid-length / long / long and curly

hands & nails:

-- - Like Dani’s bony frame, their fingers are also thin and bony. They have slightly longer than average fingers with short, pointed nails that are frequently painted with matte black polish. The back of their hands are smooth like much of their skin, but on their fingers and their palms you will find rougher, tighter patches that have developed over years of work in the field. The soles of their feet also share in this tightness due to a buildup of tolerance for running barefoot.

tattoos & markings:

-- - Dani has lots of tattoos and it’s unlikely that they’re going to stop getting them anytime soon. You can find images of their current tattoos here and placement/sizing on the concept art above.

-- - Dani also has lots of scars. Most of these I don’t have specific headcanons for, so a number of them I’ve randomly filled in on the concept art. Those that are canon markings have come from in-game injuries or past injuries hinted at and mentioned through headcanons or threads. A few of these include the scarring on their back, the claw wound on their upper left arm, the small bullet wound down at their right hip, the scratchy patches and scars on their knees and elbows (from childhood as well as modern mischief), and the scratch above their right eye and on their left cheek.

everyday appearance:

-- - I’m literally just going to leave some of my favorite Dani (aka Tatiana/Sarah Manning) gifs and images here, but do keep in mind that their hair currently shorter than what these images imply.

001 / 002 / 003 / 004 / 005 / 006 / 007 / 008 / 009 / 010 / 011 / 012 -- i like to think of this one as their prof look

#( answ. )#( hc. )#( cd. )#important.#this is why all my replies are late you guys #i have been OBSESSING over this #im sorryyyy

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