(headcanon) As a person with a shamefully thick southern accent myself, I find it that the later it gets at night, the worse my accent gets. So its fun to think of a situation where the more tired or delirious Jesse gets, the more southern terminology and shit he uses to the point where he hardly makes sense.
they have never been in the same school, not even once. they just magically bump into each other at random days in the week and just hangout. this happens until their freshmen year in college and then they become a thing. no one knows that they’re dating (only ritsu and reigen). they are currently juniors so they’ve been dating for about two years???
shigeo was the first to realize his feelings for teru after teru got his hair cut. (their’s a story behind this but i’ll tell it another time maybe)
prompt: first time they sleep apart/don't share breakfast/a day they only talk via text/etc — not for any angsty reason, just life and so they go about it like they've always done before but it just feels off (maybe they don't realise it straight away, maybe they do) because the other isn't there. just that quiet realisation of oh, this thing i used to do is not my life anymore because now i have him. bonus + that feeling of coming home when they are back in their routine
when magnus woke to a bleak grey sunrise and an empty bed, he had to say things felt a little bit off. the sun was an overexposed slit cut across a stormy sky as he rose from bed and checked his messages, the light spilling over his bare chest as he scrolled through his phone.
the night before he had gotten home late, house calls running deep past dinner and he missed alec just before he had to leave for patrol. he had assumed at some point in the night, alec would make his way back to the loft and he’d be woken by alec sliding into bed next to him to soak up his warmth. but when he woke to his alarm and an empty bed, he assumed that patrol had run on late and alec had slept at the institute.
checking alec’s messages confirmed that, three texts about how they’d found a nest of shax demons and he was too tired to make the trek back. that was no surprise, yet still it felt strange seeing as magnus couldn’t remember the last time they hadn’t slept in the same bed together. he chalked it up to the grey sky outside putting him into a darker mood, sending alec a short message before he went for a long hot shower.
the water soothed him, sinking into tired muscles, the night before having done a number on him. he leaned his shoulder against the cool tiles as he let his mind drag over everything he had to do that day. he had two clients in an hour, then a meeting with the high warlock of manhattan, later he’d have plenty of potions to finish. his mind hummed with everything he had to remember as he made quick work of getting clean.
still, even after he was dressed and ready for the day, looking sharp in one of his dark well tailored suits, he couldn’t help this feeling that was hanging around the edges of his mind. even as he summoned himself some breakfast, leaning up against the edge of the balcony and staring out at the dark grey clouds that were just getting darker, there was something off.
It’s a night when Magnus can’t sleep, but rather than spending it moving from room to room in the loft, he’s in bed, Alec beside him. Ever since opening up about the resurfaced memories of his mother, Magnus had felt lighter, but it didn’t magically make the nightmares stop. It did however, lead to Alec insisting that, if Magnus wanted to, he woke him up, let him be there. It was one of the many things that had settled in the cracks of Magnus’ heart the night they’d talked, the night that he fell in love with Alec deeper than he ever thought possible.
He’s lying on his side, facing Alec, their hands intertwined between them, and Magnus’ eyes are fixed on them, but he can feel Alec’s eyes on him. It’s quiet, the kind of quiet you would only find in the middle of the night, and although they’re both awake, neither has said anything for a while.
If you ain’t about that #Shaladin life step off,, I will not be reduced to arguing with you or have you trigger anyone. So step off and go away
-as stated earlier, Lance can ice skate,, Shiro is absolute shit at it. Lance tends to cover the free skates he sees (give me all of the free skates!!!)
-Shiro loves seeing Lance dance (especially to bumpin’ reggaeton music)
-Jfc Lance’s hips do not fucking lie
-Lance is the domestic one
-Is an okay cook (Hunk is ready to tutor him)
-Don’t mess with his Champurrado or Horchata (unless you’re Shiro or willing to die)
-Shiro is the cuddler,, notorious for stealing Lance’s stuffed animals.
-especially the giant blue and black cat Shiro made (it looks pretty shitty) (all lop sided and what the fuck else)
-Lance has a YouTube channel (Chimi_Your_Changas) is a DIY/Cover artist/Boyfriend tag/reaction vid/beauty guru (is hella jealous of Shiro’s natural eyelashes)
-what the fuck bruh
-Shiro also has a YouTube channel Kieth made for him (Shiro-Gone-Ayyeee (not even a part of this fandom,, I just wanted to make a joke abt his disappearing act)). It’s where he posts him exploring abandoned places/game plays/vlogs/reaction videos
-They cuddle anywhere and everywhere
-both marathon yuuri on ice/Studio Ghibli/Poco’s Udon World/any gay friendly anime
-Lance cries eveytime
-They can’t have movie nights (After a minute into the movie Shiro will have already pieced the entire thing together & knows who will die//suffer)
-He loses interest and starts doing freaky shit to Lance under the covers
-Lance is very sore the next day
-Lance gets lost hella easily on the ship,, Shiro always finds him
-every time. (“Didn’t I say I’d always find you?”)
-Skirted around each other until Lance nearly dies
-Shiro doesn’t eat, sleep, or shower for days
-He snaps at the team when they make flippant remarks pertaining to how often lance gets hurt//how he goofs off alot without meaning to
-Lance is the only one that can be in Shiro’s immediate vicinity after being triggered by Haggar
-Haggar tries to play on Lance’s insecurities to get him on Zarkon’s side
-Lance don’t fuck with that Brujería fuckshit
-They eventually move into one of their rooms.
-Lance has too many plants and Shiro is a bibliophile
-The room is too fucking tumblr
-especially with the soft color changing running light
-One wall is glass. (“I think lotor saw my ass…”//“Where is my bayard ”)
-Everyone else is slightly motivated to protect their power couple
-Speaking of power,, Lance (under Shiro’s guidance gets better at fighting///yesssss)
-Lance is a staple in the Voltron family dynamic
-Shiro acts like a concerd brother/father,, Lance (has a very big family and knows his way in maternal instincts after babysitting so damn much) is the doting mother figure who isn’t afraid to “kick your scrawny ass, put my shit tf down right now”
-Lance realizes he is important and he has a place
-Space pets?? Fuck yeah! Lance straight up takes a strange ferret/cat thing,, Shiro takes a bird/dog.
-cuddle puddles?? Hell yes. Always find them in thier room underneath the pets and a mountain of blankets
-Kieth complains about how sweet and sickly they are (klunk happens and lance is merciless in teasing)
-Shiro is a hair puller, he also like to bite
-Mumbles praises in Japanese (Lance is a praise whore)
-on occasion Shiro cries
-Lance gets overstimulated easily
-babbles in Spanish or Gaelic
-drools/tears up when properly fucked out
-Lance is a screamer
-Shiro revels in bringing one of the most centered paladins to tears/a puddle of drool
-Lance likes lingerie and Shiro likes watching Lance model
-Lance wears the kinkiest lingerie under his civilian clothing
-both are slight exhibitionists
-Shiro is the kinkiest one
-Lance has a shit immune system and gets sick easily,, he isn’t a baby about it until the ear aches
-He cries only when he has an ear ache
-which can only be cured by roasting a clove of galric on a pan and wrapping that shit in a cotton ball and jamming that in his ear (old Mexican fix me up,, right next to drinking off brand sprite for tummy aches and The Egg™)
-theres no garlic in space
-Shiro feels like his soul has been torn just by the sounds of muffled cries and sobs of Lance’s pain
-Shiro has PTSD,, only Lance can get him to clam down
-Lance cusses in Spanish (if its bad enough in Gaelic)
-Shiro doesn’t cuss,, what kind of space dad do you take him for??
-Lance does yoga and pushes Shiro to join…both are incredibly flexible now and can pull of some Cirque du Soleil shit
-Lance is very religious//superstitious
-Shiro is polytheistic and gets excited about ghosts.
-doesn’t even care about aliens (give the man some damn ghosts)
And the BIGGEST shout-out to my support and beta, @baz-n-simon (:
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Baz is a sharp bloke, and I don’t mean because of his fangs. He’s smart and studious, values his education, and takes classes at Uni every weekday. He comes over most days, but only after he studies, and he only stays the night when he doesn’t have class the next morning. Which is why I think it’s strange that this morning, a Tuesday, I wake up to find him sleeping peacefully next to me.
“Baz,” I say, rather loudly. I nudge him in the arm, and his skin feels like icicles.
He doesn’t move. If I were anyone else, I would think that he’s dead. Which, I guess, he is. Dead, I mean. Or undead. Or both.
“Baz,” I say again, quieter. “Wake up.” I push him on his shoulder this time. More icicles.
“Hn…” He stirs and groans, but doesn’t open his eyes. “Wha’s it, Simon?”
Baz’s voice in the morning is always deep and raspy, and he calls me Simon instead of Snow. It was like this even when we were at Watford. And I realize that it’s always been something that I liked.
“Don’t you have class, Baz?” I ask, softer than before.
He peeks one eye open, but immediately scrunches it closed it when the sunlight hits him, and he pulls the blanket over his head.
He rolls over to face me and pulls the blanket down just below his eyes.
“I said, I’m skipping.” And then he pulls the blanket right back up again.
I smile. Baz is also very grumpy in the morning, but less like a bridge troll and more like a five-year old child pouting.
“What about your classes?” I try to pull the blanket away from his face, but he holds onto it. “Don’t you have a test today? Won’t you fail?”
He snorts and pulls part of the blanket away from his face, only leaving one eye covered. “I never fail.”
I laugh. “You look like a pirate.”
He smiles briefly, then frowns, and pulls the blanket back over his face again. “I just want to go back to sleep, Snow.”
I roll my eyes and swing my legs off the bed. When I start to get up, I’m startled briefly by Baz’s icy grip around my wrist.
“Where are you going?” His eyes are peeking out from the blanket again.
“You said you wanted to sleep?”
He lets go of my wrist and pats the spot on the bed where I was laying. “Stay.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why?”
He pats the bed again. “Let’s stay in bed for a few more hours.”
I grin. “The Baz Pitch? Wanting to cuddle?”
Baz furrows his eyebrows and hides his face again. “Nevermind,” he says grumpily, pushing his icy hand at my arm. “Go away.”
I laugh and grab his hand. It’s soft, even with his cold skin.
“I’m going to find a snack,” I say. “And then I’ll come back to bed.”
Baz just groans and rolls over.
When I come back from the kitchen, Baz is already asleep again. The curtains are closed, and his head is peeking out from the blanket. And he’s hogging the entire thing.
I crawl across the bed next to him. I try tugging part of the blanket away, but Baz has a death grip.
“Baz.” I touch his arm gently. “Will you let go of the blanket?”
He shifts slightly and mumbles. “…when I get my cuddles, Snow.”
I got some thoughts on Little Nightmares. As usual for me, I am more interested in everybody else and not the main character. Typical me.
Anyway as far as the world goes the basics are not hard to grasp. You are a human on a giant’s vessel. Giants were known to be maneaters in many of the different cultures they appear in, so raising and preparing human like domesticated livestock is no big surprise.
What I am interested in is this particular crew. Been looking at things and the websites and I got some info. Like many others, the sight of fat customers coming aboard to eat en masse reminded me of tourism/the food industry-and with The Lady looming over as she does, it’s not hard to deduce she runs this eatery. Now here’s what it says about “The Lady” on the site -
“Admist the chaos of the world outside, The Maw is the only place that makes sense.”
It gives off the impression she might have been drifting before, lost, without a purpose and without a place to belong. Obviously she looks Japanese and aside from the eatery, not a lot of other places in the boat follow that aesthetic. She is far from home. But not just that-I think the others were lost too-if fact I think they were all together before as well. Look at this one-
-”he fled the world and found The Maw.” People point out the painting of The Lady with other shadowy figures when contemplating the identity of Six, but you’ll notice the other pictures are quite interesting too. I believe our man here is in one of them-the chefs too.
With the chefs, I’m thinking they were probably twins who were born fused together separated a little after birth-more on that theory later though.
Mr. Legless sure looks like Mr. Arms tho. That The Lady keeps pictures of them gives me the impression they must have all known each other for a long time-predating The Maw.
Not only that, but they are all wearing masks. The Janitor’s mask seems to be peeling and blocks his view, The chefs can be seen scratching under their mask and The Lady is wearing a much more obvious mask. Perhaps they are all from the same place and are trying to “blend in” with their new found culture/people. -Another interesting possibility-they are outcasts even among giants. The smashed mirrors, the masks and the Janitor - maybe these were originally a band of misfits-rejected at home who drifted aimlessly for a while before finding a place to belong, a place that “makes sense”.
After all, no one cares what you look like if you’re serving up grub.
This game, I hear, was originally called Hunger. Once you play the game yourself, you’ll see how that theme remains. Hunger drives what we assumed to be an innocent little girl to prefer to kill and eat others savagely to survive. Hunger can take you dark places. The Maw itself is a dark place, I’ve heard a youtuber comment after seeing it all that Six became “like them”.
Perhaps hunger was also what drove them to such an extreme. Fattening, slaughtering, serving, in an endless cycle. It’s not pretty but it keeps them alive. It’s a purpose-it’s a living.
Maybe this was something the game was trying to get across. How ruthless the fight for survival can really be and how things like good and evil can sometimes be made to take a backseat when you’re starving to death.