i suppose we can allow headcanons for one of the two instead of both of them

The Topmodel AU I hadn’t realised I need

Kicking this AU Weekend (more infos here) off early because I’ll go on a trip later today and won’t be back until Saturday evening, so most of my posts will have to wait until Sunday&Monday (yes, I’m counting Easter Monday as part of the weekend, sue me). So let’s just talk about my Topmodel!AU headcanon for a sec, shall we? 

Not gonna lie, I came up with this ten minutes ago, so expect lots of incoherent rambling.

Alright, so. Tony is nineteen, just finished his master degree and determined to piss his father off as much as possible–a dangerous combination that ends with him signing up for the next topmodel casting instead of starting to work for SI like Howard wants. He didn’t really expect to make it through, he’s too short to be a model, damn it, and he really doesn’t appreciate Rhodey howling with laughter. But his father’s expression when he learns of it is so worth it.

And well, Tony is good with cameras, alright? He’s confident, knows how to put on a show, and suddenly those abilities aren’t just a necessity, they’re actually really helpful. He moves into a house with the other models (though having to give up his phone and being cut off from the internet is hell, seriously, how do regular people survive this?). 

He makes friends with some of the other models, a pretty redhead named Pepper who walks in heels like she was born to be on the catwalk, the sharp-tongued Maria who doesn’t appear to be interested by anything–she doesn’t even blink when they get to shoot a short clip with famous actor Steve Rogers, Tony is convinced she’s secretly a cyborg–and Clint who, by virtue of being the only boy, immediately becomes Tony’s new best friend.

The judges can be harsh in their critic, but their trainer Bruce is an absolute sweetheart. Also the first time Natasha Romanov compliments Tony on the expressiveness in his photo shot is a world-altering experience. 

Sometimes being locked into a house with so many people can be a bit much though. That’s when Tony sneaks into the kitchen at two AM, just to get some time for himself. Which is how he meets Bucky. Well, he doesn’t meet him that way, Bucky is a camera man on the crew after all, and he’s always around. But sharing a sandwich in the middle of the night is a different kind of knowing, okay?

There’s also the fact that Tony may or may not have a tiny little crush on the guy–Bucky is attractive and witty and has this super secret ability of stalking them all day with a camera and not making it weird, and also his abs, really, Tony’s never had a chance. So. There may be a bit of flirting involved in their midnight meets.

Which is not a problem, Tony flirts with everyone, it’s his thing. His bisexuality isn’t a secret either, in fact the fans are shipping ‘Clony’ very insistently. And though that’s just a terrible ship name–Tony tells the interviewer as much–he and Clint do like to play it up a little, just for fun. The problem is, Bucky isn’t shy about flirting back, and as it turns out, that’s something Tony’s brilliant brain can’t handle. 

What also turns into a bit of a problem is that Tony isn’t exactly subtle, no matter how hard he tries to hide his crush. There’s a lot of blushing and stuttering involved for one, and that’s just plain awkward. Tony doesn’t blush, alright, especially not when someone calls him cute. He’s not cute. He’s hot. He’s handsome. But not cute. And the way Bucky smiles and nods at him indulgently isn’t fair at all.

Then, there’s the week eight incident. The sexy shoot. Yeah. Let’s just not talk about that. [Everyone is talking about it. Clint and Pepper refuse to shut up about it. And Tony knows he did well, that his photo was the best of that week, but it’s still embarrassing because he knows he was throwing that smoldering look straight at Bucky–and who had placed him behind their photographer, damn it–and it’s just weird.]

Maria leaves them at the end of week nine and Tony resolutely refuses to cry. It’s part of the show, he’s known that from the start, and it’s not like he’ll never see her again. Which is what he very insistently tells Bucky who just as insistently convinces Tony to drink the hot comfort chocolate he’s smuggled in from Starbucks.

“I can’t do this,” Tony tells him, stares sadly into his half-empty cup. “I’m not supposed to be a model, I can’t be a model, what am I even doing here?”

“Tony,“ Bucky interrupts the beginnings of his panic attack, voice serious. “I’ve seen you out there, you love being a model. You love being on that stage, you own it. Look, take it from someone who’s been filming at this show for three seasons, you’ve got talent. You’re improving every week. And it’s true that that’s not the only thing it takes, model business is tough. Not everyone can handle that, but I don’t have any doubts that you could.”

“You think so?” Tony asks and hates how hopeful he sounds. Because this was supposed to be joke, a way to annoy his father, he wasn’t supposed to care about this.

“I do,” Bucky nods, then smirks. “You’ve got the ‘bitch please’ attitude down already too.” To which Tony sniffs derisively. Somehow the night ends with both of them laughing, and when Tony returns to his room, Clint sends him a knowing look.


“You know what.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you really do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Rhodey asks two minutes after his arrival. Tony is too overwhelmed by his surprise visit to even bother denying it. 

“Oh, Tony,” Rhodey sighs, pulls him into a hug, and Tony melts. He’s missed this, missed it so much. Clint is a great guy, but he refuses to cuddle Tony the way Rhodey does. To be fair, nobody cuddles Tony like Rhodey does but that shouldn’t stop his friends from trying. “Now, tell me about that almost-porno-photo shooting I keep hearing so much about.”

Tony squeaks in mortification.

Clint leaves them at the end of that week, and this time Tony does cry. He’d deny it but the bastard took pictures. Actually, who are we kidding, he still denies it.

Paradoxically, with the house becoming more and more empty, Tony ends up spending more and more time with Bucky. It felt crowded and overwhelming in the beginning, but now the silence is bothering him. He’s already dreading going back to his tiny little flat or worse, his parents’ mansion.

By now Tony’s crush on Bucky is common knowledge, basically. Pepper keeps making not at all subtle comments, the rest of the filming crew constantly hang around in hopes of catching the first kiss, there are jokes and knowing smirks–and Tony is getting sick of it all.

He gets it, alright? Bucky has shown no interest in him–isn’t even allowed to have interest in him–and really the man can’t be that obvious. Clearly is kindly sparing Tony the embarrassment of being rejected in front of an audience. Tony appreciates that. And he’s trying hard not to make things awkward, but he can’t help his feelings, so if everyone else could just cut it out, he’d really appreciate it.

In the end, Tony makes it into the top five. He’s got talent, Natasha and Fury of all people assure him off that, but he’s also had a bad week and his picture just wasn’t as good as those of the other participants. So, Tony packs his bags, says goodbye to everyone, resists the urge to kiss Bucky just for the fuck of it, and flies back home. He doesn’t cry. He’s too numb.

Not until he’s in the privacy of his own home at least, where the stress, the excitement, the weight of those last few incredible weeks finally catches up with him. It seems like such a waste suddenly, such an embarrassment, and god, he’s a failure, he’s never going to leave his apartment ever again.

He does. Rhodey makes sure of it. Makes sure to remind him that this is not in fact the end of the world because Rhodey is sadly a very rational person who’s far too used to Tony’s dramatics.

“You’re not gonna give up on something you want, Tony,” Rhodey tells him one night. “It’s not your style.”

He turns out to be right.

Tony doesn’t want to work for SI, not right now at least. Because he genuinely liked modelling, and he doesn’t- he wants to give this a shot. He’s young, he’s got lots of time to argue with boring, old board members later. He starts looking for shootings instead, takes a job here and there. Looks up a couple of offers he gets because of his surprising popularity on the show too. (He honestly didn’t expect so many people to follow him on Instagram, what the hell?)

By the time the live finals roll around, Tony is excited again. Excited to see the other models one last time, excited to walk on that stage one last time, just excited. There are a lot of hugs and tears at their reunion, lots of things to catch up on.

When Tony walks down the catwalk on the night of the finals, with all the other models who’ve been part of the show, he wears a beautiful, glittering, evening gown, murderously high heels and the worlds most brilliant smile–because Tony Stark never does things half-way. (Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to give Howard an aneurysm.)

He asks Bucky out that night. Bucky gapes at him, blurts out, “Don’t you already have a boyfriend? That Rhodey guy?”, causes everyone in their vincity to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

“Seriously?” Pepper glares–and wow, that’s a terrifying sight. “I’ve watched the two of you pining after each other for three months, if you don’t kiss and make up right now I’m gonna stab you with my heels!”

And that is the story of how Clint got to twitter a picture of Tony’s and Bucky’s first kiss, hashtagged #IdbeheartbrokenifIdidntshipit #Sorryclonyfans. 

(a rewrite of That Scene from ep. 59, between percy and vex in the feywild the night before syngorn. with a few changes, though – just because i have some Feelings about trans lady vex, and how well that particular headcanon feeds into her specific insecurities regarding her appearance and how she is perceived and judged, and how Anxious she is about going back to a place where people knew her as a kid.)

tw for implied past transphobia, and mentions of unhappy childhoods / mild past child abuse


“Percy,” said Vex, abruptly, her tone suddenly… not quite sombre, but considerably more serious than it usually was. There was none of the light, easy teasing, almost flirting, he’d grown so used to, and it worried him. Vex was rarely serious. “Change of subject. Would you say I look put together? Well-off? With this armour, I mean.”

There was a long moment’s silence, where Percy attempted to parse the question – not just what she’d said, but what she meant. The two were so often entirely different things, he’d discovered, not just with Vex, but with her brother, too. “Hmm,” he said, eventually, careful and thoughtful, “in what sense?

“Well,” she said, a little impatiently, words carried quickly off the tip of her tongue by the anxiety cold down her spine. “You come from money, right?” She barely waited for him to nod before continuing. “Right. So, um. Do I look like… like I come from money?”

It was such a simple question, so oddly honest coming from Vex, that Percy nearly laughed. The look on Vex’s face, the naked vulnerability, stopped him – made him settle down and sit on the edge of the bed next to her instead, brows drawn together – but it was a near thing. “Honestly, dear,” he said, smiling a slightly crooked smile through his concern, “you’re too happy to look like you come from money.”

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Differences between the Anime and the Manga - Episode 37

#intro #Ep1 #Ep2 #Ep3 #Ep4 #Ep5 #Ep6 #Ep7 #Ep8 #Ep9 #Ep10 #Ep11 #Ep12 #Ep13 #Ep14 #Ep15 #Ep16 #Ep17 #Ep18 #Ep19 #Ep20 #Ep21 #Ep22 #Ep23 #Ep24 #Ep25 #Ep26 #Ep27 #Ep28 #Ep29 #Ep30 #Ep31 #Ep32 #Ep33 #Ep34 #Ep35 #Ep36

The episode was written by Yasuko Kobayashi (Ep1, Ep2, Ep4, Ep9, Ep14, Ep16, Ep20, Ep24, Ep26, Ep27, Ep30, Ep33, Ep34). There were 4 directors for this episode: Tetsurō Araki (Ep1, Ep25), Yoshihide Ibata (Ep27, Ep34), Takayuki Hirao (Ep32) and Satonobu Kikuchi (Ep8).

The episode covered ch50 and it overwrote ch51 from page 1-45.

Even in my nightmares, I never thought they’d change things so much. As someone who has read the entire manga more than 10 times, and who is a hardcore manga fan who just wants a faithful adaptation, this was by far the worst episode of this season for me.

I think that you’ll only find salt in the “thoughts” section, they’ll be under the green line, and I’m not forcing anyone to read it.

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anonymous asked:

is it too early to ask if you have any headcanons on how yousef and mikael met/fell in love/first kisses etc? because i swear we've only had two photos and i'm so gone for these boys already!!!


Please keep in my mind I only woke up a bit ago and it’s a Saturday morning and it’s currently raining outside and I’m tucked up warm in my bed so things will be all hazy and fluffy and warm and cosy AND HERE WE GO:

  • So, the first time Mikael and Yousef properly, properly, interact with one another is when they get paired up by a teacher at random to do a project together. Even was super upset because “Mikael’s my best friend come on EVERYONE knows this we work so well together?!” but Mikael convinces him that it’s alright, and as soon as this is all over, they can make up for lost time.
  • So, they’re paired up, and … well, they both don’t really … know each other, that well? Yes they’re in the same class but Mikael’s always been best friends with Even, and it’s always been Even and Mikael together only, no one else. Even if they both, Mikael and Yousef, are Muslims, that doesn’t automatically mean they’ll hang together, kinda thing. Mikael’s the kinda guy who only keeps a few close friends, but is very VERY good friends with them.
  • And besides, Yousef is loud whereas Mikael is quite. Yousef has a whole squad, whereas Mikael just has Even. Yousef loves sports whereas Mikael loves books. They’re very … different people, with different interests.
  • But they get paired up, and well, even though they /know/ each other’s names, Mikael still says “Hey, I’m Mikael”.
  • Yousef doesn’t reply, not at first anyway. He just takes Mikael in with a neutral expression on his face. Mikael, who’s stood in front of him, who’s smiling at him, nervously.
  • “I know you are.”, Yousef then says.

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justalittlemeenah  asked:

I hope you dont mind if i just flood ur askbox! Ur honestly my fav ow imagine blog! (๑>◡<๑) So hb Mccree, Reyes, 76, Hanzo and everyone's new fav Sombra where they're in a heated argument with another agent and when their S/O steps in to break them up they accidentally shove/push them to the floor? Thank you!



  • Older Jesse has more control of himself, but I think Blackwatch Jesse would not hesitate to get physical if one of the other agents was giving him a hard time. Growing up in a gang environment kinda makes that normal.
  • “Jesse!” “Not now, sugarplum,” he’s gritting his teeth when you try to stop him verbally. The boy arguing with him is grinning smugly, and curious bystanders have started to notice, as it’s definitely going to end up getting physical.
  • So you decide to step in before that can happen. But neither you nor McCree were counting on the fact that you stepped between the two boys exactly when Jesse was taking a swing. He hesitated enough at the sight of you to where he only pushed you rather than sock you in the face, but that didn’t stop him from giving his opponent a good one.
  • After speedily giving the other boy a bloody nose, Jesse is kneeling right beside you, all apologies and sweet nicknames. “Darlin, i’m sorry, I-I won’t fight again-” a pause. “Okay I can’t promise ya that but ya can’t do that again sweetheart!” You’e not mad at him; it was an accident, after all! But he feels absolutely horrible and buries his face in your hair once he helps you to your feet. 
  • “If you stop getting into fights, you won’t have to worry about that ever happening again, you know.” “…Y/N, shut it and let me kiss ya.”

Gabriel Reyes: 

  • You, being a friend to both of them, also have a pang in your heart seeing them go at it again. So you decide to do something about it since you’re there.
  • “Gabe,” you say his name as you approach. Jack hears you, and looks behind Reyes’ shoulder to see you. He looks away guiltily. Gabe, however, didn’t hear you, and takes Jack shifting focus as a sign he’s not listening.
  • “And there you go! Ignoring me again, just like how you did when you took the damn position!” Those words send you into action. You know how much Jack surpassing him hurt Gabriel. You’d stayed up at night soothing him countless times. Your goal was to stand between them and plead with Gabe to calm down, but just as you reached them he shot his hands out in an attempt to shove Jack.
  • Jack is the one to help you up. Reyes is still shocked, and looks at his hands in horror that they had hurt you. You whisper to Jack that you’re able to handle things from here, and he reluctantly leaves the two of you. “Gabe.” He doesn’t look up. You sigh, stepping forward and cupping his cheek as he stares at the floor. He lets you, but doesn’t make any moves himself. You take the initiative and pull him into your arms. Only then does he respond, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly to express both his remorse and his need for you in his weak state.

Solder: 76:

  • It’s kinda funny; young Jack would be able to keep his cool, but 76 can be ticked off enough to tousle. He’s not the golden boy he used to be.
  • It takes a whole lot for Jack to lose his cool, though, so this person would have to be doing/saying some seriously bad shit. Like, really bad. Bad enough where I’m sure you end up being just as pissed as your lover is.
  • But you also know that arguing with this person won’t get you two anywhere, so after thinking on what the best course of action would be, you head over. But you got there as Jack pushed the guy with a growl.
  • They pumped super soldier stuff into him years ago, so a shove from Morrison can send anyone tumbling. Both you and the asshole that he meant to hit fall onto the floor, with you quickly sitting up and rubbing a spot on your head.
  • 76 is beside you in seconds, speedily helping you to your feet before pulling you away without so much as a word to the other human he knocked over. Once you two are far enough away, he practically tears his visor off and kisses you, running his thumb across your cheek as he does so. “I’m sorry…I let my anger get the best of me back there.” He rests his forehead against yours, and when you tell him you’re not angry he just chuckles and wonders what he did to deserve someone like you.


(◕д◕✿) This request is turning out a lot more angsty than I thought it would be…

  • I can only see him going as far as physical blows with Genji. If anyone else bothered to start anything with him, he’d be able to simply walk away and meditate on his thoughts to let the anger fade away. But considering his voice lines to Genji in-game…yeahhhh.
  • Hanzo doesn’t see Genji as his brother anymore. Er, at least, not the cyborg one, anyway. His Genji died years ago, and his guilt won’t allow him to accept another. So, it’s likely the two would be in a spat because the younger one tried to reconnect with Hanzo yet again. 
  • “You are not the Genji I knew!” “You are not the Hanzo I knew, either, brother. We have gro-” “You are no brother of mine.” A statement, spoken as though it were fact. It was this that alerted you to their current conflict, and at his shout you quickly made your way over.
  • Genji is reaching out to put a hand on his brother’s shoulder when you get close. In a flash Hanzo’s eyes are narrowed, and he tries to shove the cyborg away. …But you take the blow, not wanting either Shimada hurt.
  • And you may have saved Hanzo from physical injury, but the minute he sees you lose your footing his emotions are a wreck. There is so much guilt swirling through him, and it’s just worse with the extra that being around Genji entails. Speaking of which, he left you two, knowing Hanzo needed a moment with you. The archer is just kind of stuck in a stupor as you pull yourself to your feet. “Hanzo..?” He blinks and looks at you, the emotional whirlpool evident in his eyes. You take his hand in yours softly. “It’s okay.” At the sight of your warm smile, he pulls you to him and settles his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent to calm himself down as you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. 


  • Sombra seems to me the type to brush off any harsh words said in her direction. If someone were to actually upset her, I think they’d have to be talking negatively about a cause she’s passionate about or a person she cares for.
  • Say someone was talking shit on omnics or something. I believe she likes them, especially after her Los Muertos days. So if someone didn’t shut up after she told them to shut their mouth, then she’d actually be bothered to argue. 
  • The few times Sombra gets heated, she get heated. Like, burning. She can completely flame people’s lives in seconds. And while you agree that this person is a dick, you don’t need Sombra causing a scene and attracting attention to herself. You know she wants to avoid that, so you chose to stop her before she could regret anything later.
  • She was getting awfully close to this guy, and he was being a jerk. “What, you’re gonna hurt me? Psh, just try.” “You asked, gilipollas.” You know you don’t have enough time to stop her when you get there, so instead you jump between them, taking your girlfriend’s shove rather than letting the dude do so. 
  • “Y/N!” This just makes her more pissed at the guy, but for your sake she leaves him with only a glare before attending to you. “Lo siento, Y/N…” She helped you up, but kept her gaze from yours in a sheepish display of guilt. It was actually kinda cute, and you smiled at her as you said it was fine and that you weren’t hurt. No one meant for that to happen, least of all her. At your response she sighs with a smile of her own, before laughing softly and shaking her head. “I am lucky you’re mine.” “Very lucky,” you joke and she can’t help but laugh and kiss your nose. You’re such a cutie!

anonymous asked:

MY ANGST QUEEN I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME UP!!! Okay actually one day I was driving around and thought of a scenario where Gladio and his S/o are both Noct's shield, but they make a deal that his life always comes before either of theirs. It's up to you how that goes bc one of them could just be badly injured, or you can choose the sadder route. (Also I just love everyone's work you're both very talented writers so thank you for blessing us with this blog).

I’m going to begin with a blanket apology in that I’m so very sorry that  I (Leigh) have been MIA for the past week. School hit me really hard recently and I sadly wasn’t able to dedicate any time to writing. But I think Kate held down the fort beautifully with all her fluff prompts, if you ask me— let’s give her a round of applause shall we. ^^

Now, it’s time to hop back on board the angst train— buckle up thirsty birdies and enjoy the ride as I spill some blood I mean, love?

[Warning for more cursing than usual: because Gladio]

PS. Anon. Your words are the music to my masochistic soul.

“Grab my hand!”

But you don’t. Not the first time you replayed this scene in your head. Or the second. Or the hundreds of other times you spent asking yourself if you would have changed anything about that moment.

No, each and every time you do not grab his hand. So, you ask yourself, then why do I torture myself so?


That’s the jackpot winning word of the day, isn’t it?

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wowjeena  asked:

Yo! Can you do something where the Bat family reacts to Brucexreader?

Hey~ I asked wowjeena if she wanted ordinary!reader or not, and she said ordinary, which I’m totally not bitter about because it’s not as if I had a great starting line about how facing down ninjas were better than coming out to the BatFam about their relationship. 
Once again, there’s no specific reference to gender about the reader, so go for you life. Also bi!Bruce because…bi!Bruce. 
Also, I’m totally not incredibly upset that I accidentally pressed control+w by accident and closed the tab halfway through writing this and had to rewrite the whole thing. Me? Upset? Destroyed because it was going perfectly? Haha. No. Of course not. *Cries*

Bruce was fidgeting. 
Which you found hilarious. 
Sure, you were freaking out slightly too, but you weren’t Batman. 
And yes, ordinarily, Batman being nervous would scare the crap out of you, and most of Gotham… if Gotham even had ordinary days. 
But this wasn’t an ordinary day. 
There wasn’t an alien invasion or a rash of Joker Gas-related murders. 
You were going to meet the ‘Bat Family.’
And yes, you’d met most of them around town, sometimes in costume, sometimes not… It was Gotham, shit happens. 
But this was different, because while you’d met the occasional member of Bruce’s Brood one or twice, even exchanged a few words with some of them - this was the first time you’d meet them as… as Bruce’s date. 
Which you also found just the tiniest bit ridiculous, because Bruce was sure none of them knew before he’d told them last night that he was going to bring you over, and that was so weird because they were supposed to be raised by the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’, and you’d think they could figure out that Bruce was dating someone.
Then again, it was Bruce
Having a real relationship… you could see why Bruce’s family was surprised. 
Not that you didn’t worry about that sometimes. The playboy billionaire, the bat-themed vigilante-superhero - neither one were the type to be attracted to you. But then there were times like this, where Bruce was so open
Bruce fidgeted with his cuffs again and you laughed. Only Bruce would wear a tux to a private meeting with his own family. Then again, you weren’t complaining. Tuxes were sexy.  “You look great.” 
Bruce’s head darted up and his eyes met yours. “That’s not the point,” he chided with a patented Bruce Wayne smile, a touch of warmth in his eyes making the smile more genuine than anything the public would ever see. Then, sliding forward to press a kiss on your neck, he added lowly, “You look amazing too.” 
“I never said amazing,” you teased back. 
“It was in subtext,” he easily rebutted.  
You snort and hold out out your arm. “Shall we?” 

Bruce parked the car - expensive, flashy, overrated, with a complicated name you couldn’t be bothered remembering - in the garage behind Wayne Manor. 
He’d decided against having a driver pick you both up from your apartment, and you’d enthusiastically agreed. 
Sure the car may be a useless extravagant expense, but a private drive around Gotham in a fancy foreign car with your boyfriend… there was just a touch of that cheesy romance you pretended to hate that you couldn’t resist. 
Even more so when he actually opened your car door for you, holding out his hand to help you out. 
“Dork,” you said, taking his hand and standing up. 
He pulled you close, into a kiss, hands falling onto your hips as yours tangled in his hair, worrying only a little bit that he might’ve put some effort into it that you’d just ruined as you deepened the kiss. 
Then there was a cough and you froze, even as Bruce pulled away with an easy, rehearsed smile at his butler. 
Well, wasn’t this a cliche? 
Bruce’s arms were still keeping you close, but all you could see was the slight orchestration in his pose, all you could think about was how many times he’d probably done this with all the other girls and boys he’d brought home, the whoops-I’ve-accidentally-gotten-caught-sneaking-in-my-current-fling act. 
So you slipped out of his grip and smiled awkwardly at the butler. “Hey.” You’d met Alfred a few times before, at Bruce’s parties, but, since you and Bruce weren’t technically together at those times, you’d never had a real reason to talk to him except being offered wine or asking where the bathroom is. 
Because Alfred was a Real Life British Butler. Sarcastic, proper, prim…British. 
Also… a butler? It’s 2016. What does the guy get out of this? It sorta seemed like maybe the guy was living in the past, or something. 
You didn’t know. You also didn’t know how to react around him. Should you fall into the role of an upper class Victorian, act even more prim and proper than the butler? Where exactly was the guidebook on this? ‘Help, my boyfriend has an actual butler’. 
Step 1: Maybe not stare at him with a strained smile. 
“Hello,” you tried. 
“It is nice to finally be acquainted with you formally,” Alfred replied calmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 
You open your mouth and shut it again. “Right.” 
Bruce’s arm reached out and put a hand on your hip, hugging you to the side of his chest, before his hand trailed to the small of your back. “The family inside?” he asked in a severe tone. 
But his fingers danced on your back and you remembered how nervous he was before. 
“In the drawing room,” Alfred said, then bowed out with an “If you’ll excuse me.” 
Bruce’s fingers were still tapping against your back and you looked at him sidelong. “You gonna play Bruce Wayne all night?” 
Bruce blinked at you, then looked away, not denying it. “Sorry,” he offered. 
You huff, secretly pleased that you’d begun to actually notice things like this, when he was pretending and when he wasn’t. Honestly you were a genius. 
He brushed the back of his hand against yours. “Shall we?” he asked, parroting you from before. 
You give him a skeptical look, but allow yourself to be led into the Manor. 

If you could sum up the Manor’s design in one word…it would be: expensive. 
You weren’t even sure if there was something connecting the design all together, unless ‘flashback-version-of-a-haunted-house-in-a-movie’ was a theme. 
So you were led through corridors filled with random vases and paintings to the drawing room. You’d been in the house once or twice before, mostly for Wayne Charity Balls and the like. 
Bruce hesitated just a second before the drawing room entrance, and then you both entered. 
The room fell silent immediately.
Which wasn’t ominous. 
Bruce’s hand was back on the small of your back. 
You counted the eyes on you. Five. Five, unblinking sets of eyes looking you up and down. Judging you. 
No. They were crime fighters. They were probably just assessing you for threats or whatever. 
You resisted the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear or scratch at your elbow and smiled instead, hoping that you wouldn’t come off too dimwitted just because you weren’t a superhero and also because you had no idea what’s a good opening line for meeting your boyfriend’s family. 
Barbara Gordon - the Commissioner’s daughter - smiled back at you. Richard Grayson - whose name was technically Dick, but there was no way you were going to say that aloud until every other person in the room had said it at least once because calling someone Dick was just…anyway, Richard’s arm was slung over her shoulders casually. 
You and Bruce sat down on the empty sofa at the head of the room, Bruce crossing his ankles in front of him. 
Damian stared you down from across the room. “Do you have any special skills?” he asked bluntly. 
Damian looked exasperated. “Special skills. I assume you can do something of interest?” 
And there went any chance of you ever impressing any of these guys. You let your smile brighten, well aware you definitely looked like an idiot at this point. “Nope.” 
Damian looked at you skeptically. “Right.” Then he turned back to his book. Apparently you’d lost his favor. 
Bruce’s hand fell to your hip. “Damian has a black and white view of people,” he explained as if that was supposed to make it better. 
“Civilians only wind up getting hurt,” Damian replied, not looking up from his book. “It’s hardly my fault your flavor of the month wouldn’t last ten seconds in a fight.” 
“They’re not my ‘flavor of the month’,” Bruce said, a dark tone entering his voice. 
“Yeah, we’ve been dating for almost six months now,” you piped in because you have no sense of control, obviously. 
Damian peered at you over the top of his book, huffed and then returned to it. 
Bruce made a noise at the back of his throat and surveyed the room, almost daring them to make similar comments. 
The one you didn’t know - Red Hood, you were sure - leant back with exaggerated casualness. “That’s like six flavors,” the man commented. 
Sitting next to him, Tim glared at him. “What a great addition to the conversation,” he said dryly. 
“Hey, I’m just trying to fix Damian’s mood ruining.” 
Damian scoffed. “Because us all sitting here pretending this is going to all work out is a genuinely entertaining experience.” 
Red Hood stretched and shrugged. “That’s what we said when we first met you.” 
Damian’s eyes flashed. “Are you even still part of the Family?” 
“At least I earned my place here,” he retorted. “I didn’t just turn up one day with a birth certificate and demand a position.” 
“No, you just tried to rob us.” 
Jason made a noise. “You weren’t even born then.” 
Damian opened his mouth, but Richard cut in. 
“Can’t we all just get along,” he bemoaned exaggeratedly. 
The two boys glared at each other but said nothing more. 
Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. 

Over 1,500 words now, so this will be another one I post up here and then put up a more extended version on AO3 if I get enough interest in a continuation. 

Send me Batman/Batfamily prompts, headcanons and imagines!

Who wants some dumb “The past Sportaci/future Sportarobbie″ headcanons????

No one? Well too bad, you’re getting them anyway!

- Sportacus isn’t so much a name as it is a title, passed down from one person to the next

- Each Sportacus chooses a child to mentor in their ways of eating sportscandy and staying active, so that when they retire they have someone to fill the position for them

- #9 was Sportacus’ mentor (whether number 9 was Sport’s father or not is up to you), and he looked very much like #10 Sportacus, except his outfit was yellow and red (like in the stage musical)

- The crystal is also handed down, and it has been the same crystal that all the Sportaci have used since #1

- Each Sportacus has their own unique attribute. Where #10 is extremely gifted at acrobatics, #9 was the fastest out of any of them

- #8 was the toughest (almost no one/nothing could injure them)

- #7 was the most flexible

- #6 was the kindest (yes, somehow a person existed that was kinder than #10; they never got upset and they believed in giving everyone a second, and even third, chance)

- #5 was the wisest (they knew everything having to do with physical activity, such as how the circulatory and respiratory systems worked; some believed that before #5 became Sportacus they were studying to become a doctor)

- #4 was the best at actual sports (they’d never lose a game, and could make any goal/basket with their eyes blindfolded)

- #3 was the healthiest (unlike #10 they made sure to eat food other than sportscandy, such as vegetables and meats, so that they had a well-balanced diet. They also understood that exercise is important, but that it’s also important to take a break and relax a bit so that you maintain your mental health as well. It is said that #3 lived to be over 100 years old)

- #2 was the happiest (NOTHING could upset them, and in turn they never wanted anyone around them to be upset either. Legend says that when #2 died they wrote in their will that instead of a funeral they wanted everyone to throw a “They Lived a Full Life” party, where they could only talk about the happy memories and everyone in attendance had to wear bright colors instead of black)

- #1 was the strongest, but only when it came to objects they created themselves, specifically mallets. #1 could lift and swing around a mallet that was the same size and weight of a person without breaking a sweat. However #1 was also the most short-lived Sportacus. They retired extremely early and simply vanished. No one knows what happened to them. Most believe #1 died a long time ago, others believe that they still live, hiding somewhere.

- Robbie is #1, hence his song “We are Number One”

- He’s managed to live for so long because he’s a freaking genius, and has invented gadgets to keep him young. It’s estimated that Robbie is almost 900 years old

- Robbie HATES the fact that he was once Sportacus. It wasn’t his intention to discover a crystal that went off whenever someone in the immediate vicinity was in trouble, or then proceed to save said person, or then be declared a “hero” by the townspeople and given the name “Sportacus” (or “Íþróttaálfurinn”, as he was called back then)

- So he went underground in an attempt to escape his past, which is why he so adamantly despises the other Sportaci, and why he tries to run them out of town. He hates the fact that it’s because of HIM that this permanent nuisance exists, encouraging everyone to be active and healthy.

- #2 wasn’t really Robbie’s pupil. #2 started the whole “mentor/student” tradition when it comes to Sportaci, but they actually became Sportacus when they discovered the crystal that Robbie had thrown out (the damn thing kept beeping and it was driving Robbie crazy)

- #10 discovered that Robbie was #1 when he was returning an unconcious Robbie (who had knocked himself out cold while attempting to pull off his latest scheme) back to his lair and saw in one of the costume tubes #1′s original outfit

- Sportacus was in total awe and disbelief and waited until Robbie came to before asking him, in his polite fashion, “WHAT THE HELL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE #1 WE ALL THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!?”

- Robbie explains that he never wanted to be Sportacus and how he’s been using technology to keep himself alive so that he can try and eventually rid the world of Sportacus once and for all

- Sport then asks “Well, why don’t you get rid of me now?”

- Robbie has to face the fact that he’s grown fond of this current Sportacus and actually wants to be with him (whether in a platonic or romantic sense is up to you, but come on, I think we all know that those two are hella gay for each other)

- Sportcus reveals that he wants to be with Robbie as well

- After this things don’t really change that much, except that Robbie’s “evil plans” become much more tame and are more of a minor nuisance than an actual threat to the townspeople, since he’s not really trying to get rid of Sportacus anymore (however he can’t give up his evil schemes all together because he’s a villain, after all; what else is he suppose to do????)

- *this is for the Sportarobbie route, and pretty much the rest of the bullet points are going to be Sportarobbie from this point on* Also Robbie and Sportacus officially become a couple, to the surprise of no one

- Robbie stops using his tech to keep him young, since he now has plans to become an old man with Sportacus

- Sportacus pushes his bedtime from 8:08 to 9:00 so that he and Robbie can go on dates after everyone else is asleep, so that way his crystal won’t interrupt them during their movie/dinner/make out session

- Robbie buys a larger bed so that he and Sportacus can sleep in the same bed together and cuddle. Sport has offered to do the same thing for his airship but Robbie shoots the idea down immediately, saying that his phobia of heights will keep him from getting a good night’s sleep up in Sportacus’ airship

- Sportacus doesn’t really understand Robbie’s fear of being high up because it seems to come and go, but he doesn’t question it. He’s fine with doing whatever makes Robbie comfortable, and if that means sleeping over in his lair then so be it (he really doesn’t mind though; the kids may find the underground hideout creepy, but Sport thinks it’s kind of cozy, especially with Robbie there by his side)

- Robbie also pushes aside his workbench to make room for an area where Sportacus can keep his sport/exercise equipment

- They basically make a home for themselves in Robbie’s lair, which comes to be known as “Robbie’s (and Sportacus’) home”

- The two also start sneaking kisses from each other when the kids aren’t looking and holding hands while walking around town and celebrating Valentines Day together by giving one another gifts (A bouquet of sportscandy and a loving letter for Sportacus, and a box of chocolates and a teddy bear dressed in a miniature version of Robbie’s suit for Robbie) and dressing in couples costumes for Halloween and kissing under the miseltoe/at the stroke of midnight during Christmas/New Years and basically just being all cute and couple-y and junk <3

- It’s about a year after they start dating that Sportacus and Robbie decide to get married

- Miss Busybody plans and decorates for the wedding; Mayor Meanswell officiates; Ziggy is the ring-bearer (and yes, he’s allowed to wear his superhero costume); Stephanie is the flower girl; Stingy has his dad rent out a hotel ballroom for the reception (I’m willing to bet there’s at least one hotel in Lazy Town, even though no one ever seems to come to visit); Trixie DJs at the reception; Pixel works the lights and puts together a video montage of all the cute Sportacus/Robbie moments that were captured throughout the past few years (A majority of the photos/videos of are Sportacus saving Robbie, at which point while viewing it everyone lovingly laughs and Robbie buries his quickly reddening face in to the crook of Sportacus’ neck as Sport turns his head and kisses Robbie’s forehead, reminding him that he’ll always be there to save him)

- Robbie and Sportacus remain in Lazy Town as husband and husband for about 10 years. By this point the kids are grown up and new people haved moved in to the town with children of their own

- It is at this point that Sportacus announces to the town that he and Robbie are leaving, with plans to travel the world until their old age

- Naturally everyone is sad to hear that they’re leaving, but they respect their decision and wish them the best; both Robbie and Sportacus promise to come back and visit every now and again

- It is at this time that Sportacus goes up to Stephanie specifically and hands her a small, wrapped package

- Stephanie opens it to find that it’s Sportacus’ crystal, but now with the number 11 on it instead of 10

- “Sportacus, what-” “You are Sportacus now, Stephanie”

- Robbie gives her his lair to use as her “base of operations”, since he and Sportacus are going to be using the airship to travel the globe. She may do whatever she wishes with it, but under no circumstances is she allowed to paint it pink

- (Oh, and for those of you who may be concerned that this upsets Ziggy, don’t be; he grew out of his superhero admiration phase a while ago and now has plans to open up a candy shop that sells healthy candy made using honey and reduced sugar and no artificial colors/flavors)

- Robbie and Sportacus say one last goodbye to the residents before leaving Lazy Town in the capable hands of #11

anonymous asked:

I've always thought that once you owned one of the (sky) Trinistte you retain a trait that can be inherited. The Vongola Rings-Hyper Intuition, the Pacifiers-future thing, and Mare rings-side eye into other worlds. Based on the fact that (tri anon)

oh boy. /rubs hands together.

i have thought about this a bit. okay, maybe a lot. i’ve seen arco!tsuna fics where he doesn’t have the clairvoyance, i THINK there’s a few where he does? but i don’t recall that much. either way, it got me thinking.

if you go purely by canon, this is what the wiki has to say on it specifically…

Each element of the Tri-ni-set has its own individual and unique power, which is represented by their names.

The Vongola Rings’ Miracle is the ability to travel down the Vertical Space-Time Axis, which is represented by the name Vongola, which means Clam.

The Mare Rings’ Miracle is the ability to travel horizontally along the Space-Time Axis, which is represented by the name Mare, which means Sea.

The Arcobaleno Pacifiers’ Miracle is the ability to exist as points in space and time, which is represented by the name Arcobaleno, which means Rainbow

TL;DR VERSION because this got hella muckin’ long. like, 3k words long.

VONGOLA: two-way miracle that stores knowledge and passes it forward both to the descendants and back to the ancestors at the same time, manifesting as Paranoia Pings as a result of the ghosts of christmas past (and future) screaming their secrets and sins and spoilers from the subspace contained within a piece of shiny metal, and that no one but even the wearer can hear only the barest whispers of. alternatively, hyperawareness of thoroughbred racehorse levels with extra demon whispers. rates 3rd for annoying whispering rings.

MARE: miracle manifests the same way bluetooth data sharing and wireless charging works. that’s all i got. that’s really all i got. byakuran’s just crazy. it’s probably shouichi’s fault. oops. he didn’t mean to do it. probably uses that same ring-subspace to gather the flame bits from all current wearers across dimensions, mixes them up, and then plays ‘pick a card, any card. you just learned how to cure measles. oh, you already knew that. well, pick another!’ with them. rates 2nd for annoying sort-of-talking rings.

ARCOBALENO: acts as a transceiver, receiving flames from its wearer and transmitting them somewhere in order to keep the world green and spinning. sky arcobaleno clairvoyance is either thoroughbred racehorse level hyperawareness genetic mutation as a result of a True Earthling having a kid with a human (supposedly, anyway), except less high-strung and less of a tendency to see demons everywhere (well, sees demons. interprets demons. philosophizes with them. and then dies for them,) or another two-way miracle that lets them hear voices from flames past / future, or something. rates 4th for annoying not-talking not-rings.

if you’re interested in my ramblings and how i got to these conclusions, please! read on!!! it’s very long.

quite a bit of flame-related headcanons. any character bashing is entirely humorous only and not intentional, i don’t particularly hate on any characters personally.

all english quotes / transcripts are from mangahere’s versions of the scanlations (mangapanda, among others?).

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anonymous asked:

could i get dealing with mc going through a bout of depression? with all the rfa members <3 thank you so much!!!

Trigger warning: Bulimia, self-harm and suicide attempt mentioned in this post. Spoilers on Secret End 2.

To the anon who requested about the cutting for depression: I wrote that for one of the characters only. I hope it still helps for you! I’m so sorry that I can’t help you completely, but this is the prompt last time which we received that is the closest to yours.
By the way, is everyone okay? Sorry about the random question haha, but I’m just getting really worried. Is everyone getting enough rest, taking care of themselves and eating proper meals? I know things are hard right now, but things will look up again! Believe in hope!
… Maybe I should personally do a happy and lighthearted post soon.


  • You used to be so smiley, taking care of yourself so much
  • You always applied make up every time before leaving the house
  • But then you stopped
  • Wait did you just went to bed without brushing your teeth again for the fifth time?
  • That and you skipped bathing for the ninth time in two weeks
  • Zen had been ignoring it for a long time, just assuming that you were tired
  • But this had been making him worried since day 1
  • Why did you suddenly stop caring about taking care of yourself and your hygiene?
  • He went up to you, shaking you up gently
  • “My princess, is there anything wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything.”
  • You just smiled at him, but your eyes were sad before you started to tear up
  • “Zen… I don’t know why… But I feel so sad… I have been feeling like this for what seems ages.”
  • His heart shattered into pieces – You were hurting for so long and he only stood there and watched you?
  • “Babe. You got to tell me this kind of stuff. We are supposed to tell each other what is bothering us. Don’t suffer alone. I am here with you.”


  • You were as crazy as Yoosung was when you two played LOLOL together
  • In fact, people would say you were the most alive when you played the game
  • But these few days, you seemed to not play as much
  • You slept in more
  • Yoosung was okay at first – He kept you updated with the new patches instead
  • Soon he noticed how much more you were sleeping in
  • You slept for two days straight once, and that freaked him out (He called the whole RFA for help, and broke into tears when that happen)
  • “Is she dying? Will she be okay?! SHE DIDN’T HAVE THE COFFEE SYNDROME RIGHT”
  • “… Yoosung you do remember that that was a prank right”
  • When you finally woke up, Yoosung just gave a big hug as he cried to you
  • “You’re okay right? Please tell me!”
  • You forced a smile but you shook your head
  • “Yoosung… I am useless, right? In team fights, I am not useful. I am worthless in reality too. I should not exist.”
  • He was so angry for not realising any earlier especially that he was at fault as he was one of the many who screamed at her before
  • He would always give you a hug after that as an apology but obviously, his words had cut you deep down
  • “No! Listen, please. You are not worthless. Continue to exist in my life. I love you, and I love you again and again. Stay with me, okay?”


  • Jaehee was confused with your sleep patterns, to be honest.
  • She noticed that you would sleep later than her and yet wake up earlier than her
  • You already would set up the cafe and get ready to open for the customers
  • But you would always be so forgetful – Not remembering the special requests such as changing the milk to soy, and even more
  • You even snapped at one of the customers for wanting a third cup of coffee
  • The customer then complained to Jaehee about your lack of service
  • “I’m sorry, but I will talk to her. I will prepare a new cup for you instead”
  • Jaehee pulled you to the middle of the cafe after the day ended
  • “Are you okay these few days? You had been unable to concentrate, and you always had less sleep than I do. You were also very irritable today as well…”
  • “Jaehee… I have serious insomnia. Every time I try to sleep, I… I don’t know. I remember all the stuff I did in the past, and I regret it, and I just can’t sleep, and I hate myself, and I don’t deserve love, I don’t deserve to be with you.”
  • “What do you mean that you do not deserve love? Everyone deserves to love and be loved. I love you, but you will only know it when you love yourself. I am willing to be with you and teach you to love.”


  • You two always had proper meals but for some reason, the nutritionist kept making sure to add even more and more food to your plate
  • Jumin got pretty confused but trusted the nutritionist
  • Until one day when the nutritionist just walked up to him, looking really concerned
  • “Mr Han, has your wife been eating her meals?”
  • “Yes. She has always been eating with me for all her meals. Why?”
  • “… I had made sure that the additional food would let her gain weight since she was losing weight rapidly. She just lost even more weight after these few weeks. I fear she might have bulimia.”
  • Jumin got really worried, but kept silent after hearing the information
  • He made sure you ate the food during the next meal (Dinner)
  • Everything seemed fine until when you requested to go to the toilet after the meal
  • It then clicked. You had been going to the toilet after the meals for months – Could that how the bulimia happened?
  • “Wait, please don’t. I need to talk about something.”
  • He could sense you getting irked about it, but you went back to your seat
  • “… Do you have bulimia?”
  • He expected you exploding, which you did. You stood up and screamed at him, yelling about how stupid that claim was and who you heard it from, when your legs suddenly gave way and you gripped onto the edge of the table hard to support yourself
  • Jumin reached out to hold you
  • You pushed him away, but he only held you tighter
  • “I’m not sure what happened to you, but I truly want to help you. If you don’t open yourself up to help yourself, there is no way I can help you.”
  • You then explained about how for some reason you just kept eating a lot since it made you feel better, but then you immediately feel guilty after that, so you just went to the toilet to puke them all out
  • You wanted to stopped, but you just could not
  • “See? It’s that simple. And trust me, I will make sure you will feel better again. As long as you tell me, I will be able to help you as much as I am able to.”


  • You seemed to be having a lot of headaches and backaches for quite some time
  • Saeyoung made sure that you were always rested up and comfortable
  • But for some reason, you never seemed to be feeling better
  • In fact, it got worse as you got more irritable instead
  • Saeyoung really had no idea what to do by that time
  • He straight up asked you what was wrong
  • “I need to know! Or else how are you going to recover? I want to help you! You were with me when I pushed you away – This time, I will be with you no matter what.”
  • You just shrugged. “I really don’t know what is wrong with me, Saeyoung. It’s just. Emptiness. A void inside me.”
  • He could only hug you when you told him that – He was familiar with it so long
  • But he knew how hard it was to deal with it
  • In fact, he did not say it, but he still would have bouts of it too once in a while
  • So he kept hugging you, and praying that God would give the two of you power to overcome it together.
  • “Just… Please. We will be together no matter what. Don’t leave me, please…”

BONUS: Saeran (It’s connected to Saeyoung’s.)

  • Saeran would never expect that you would cut yourself
  • After all, you were the one who pulled his brother out of depression and give himself a reason to live – So why would you cut yourself?
  • When he went out of his room to the kitchen to get himself a cup of water, he noticed that the toilet’s lights were on
  • Saeran knocked on it, “hey. Are you okay?”
  • There was no answer.
  • Saeyoung came down to the kitchen, obviously worried
  • “I could feel it… Something bad happened to her…”
  • That immediately alerted Saeran that he had to break the door open
  • And there you were, lying in the bathtub with a bloodied razor knife
  • Your arm had bright red angry slash wounds with blood oozing out of it
  • Saeran was shocked, as he fell backwards and screamed
  • The next few moments were a blur as Saeyoung called for help and pulled Saeran onto the ambulance to the hospital
  • The boy was in a daze – You won’t die, right?
  • Thankfully, the doctors managed to save you
  • When you woke up, you felt both Saeyoung and Saeran holding onto your hands tightly
  • “How are you now??” The both of them asked at the same time
  • You nodded groggily – You were not too sure about what happened – You just remembered feeling something for once for a long time
  • After a few moments when you tried to organize your thoughts, you remembered
  • You looked at the arm you cut on, which was the side Saeyoung was at
  • “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to cut, but I just want to feel something for once…” You felt so bad, you did not mean to make the twins worried for you, you just wanted to stop feeling empty!
  • “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Saeyoung was stroking on your hand, repeating it. It did not sound convincing, as if he was saying it to convince himself instead
  • Saeran noticing his brother’s state of mind was probably still in shock, he decided to try convincing you instead
  • “Are you an idiot? You’re supposed to tell us when all this happen! Instead of cutting yourself, talk to us. Don’t just throw your life just because of this. You existing gives the both of us one more reason to live, you know. That is how important you are to the both of us.”
  • Saeyoung raised his head, surprised about what Saeran said
  • “But yes… Please. Don’t leave the both of us. We will never leave without you too. We will be there to support you. We will help you as long as you allow us to.”

anonymous asked:

ahh!! i love love love this blog! ❤️ both of you write so well & i love coming on to see new posts from you both! could we please get some fluffy headcanons for the boys s/o insisting that they need to destress and insisting on a spa day at home to relax? facemasks, fuzzy PJs, bath bombs, the lot! i feel like they all need a break for once omg.

(A quick thank you to everybody who was so gloriously patient with me while I took a short hiatus to get caught up with school work! You all are so kind and supportive - I truly appreciate it 🌸)

Ahhh, anon thank you thank you thank you! People like you are the reason we have the privilege of being able to write for an audience everyday.

I’m so glad to hear you enjoy the blog 😊

With that said - YES! A spa day for our overworked chocobros is long overdue, don’t you think?

They really run themselves rampant. 

Song: “Don’t Worry Baby” by The Beach Boys


  • Convincing Iggy to take a load off and relax would undoutably be a difficult task, due to the fact that he always has something on the agenda
  • Once he’d commited to the idea, however, he’d be a total pro at pampering his s/o
  • DIY bath bombs made with pepermint and tea tree oils, face masks made with avocado and honey, and skin scrubs with rock salt and brown sugar are an aboslute must: everything homemade by chef Scientia himself
  • Even though the items are techinically not supposed to be eaten, this guy has gone to lengths to make sure that in the off chance his s/o gets some in their mouth, it’ll taste delicious
  • He loves being able to be affectionate in little ways, like softly spreading the mask on his s/o’s face with his fingers - his touch grazing their cheeks, cresting over their lips, and across the pillowy skin beneath their eyes
  • He may or may not just so happen to lick off extra product if it gets too close to their mouth - for strictly hygenic purposes, of course!

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anonymous asked:

so typical but: andrew + "i'm not jealous" because i live for jealous andrew not even sorry

we all live for jealous andrew !!!!

  • they are in the car coming back from eden’s twilight, just the two of them
  • nicky, kevin and aaron wanted to stay a bit longer and, considering the circumstances, andrew had agreed on coming back to pick them up later
  • now, he has bigger issues to take care of
  • neil is sitting next to him, trying to hide his smile but failing miserably
  • “stop smiling,” andrew says
  • “you got jealous,” neil replies instead
  • “i did not” 
  • “yes, you did. you still are”
  • “i’m not jealous”
  • neil doesn’t answer. andrew is pissed and neil doesn’t want to argue over such a stupid thing
  • he was dancing with nicky to some silly pop song
  • no, he wasn’t dancing with nicky, he was just dancing beside him
  • and then, out of nowhere, someone grabbed neil by the waist from behind and pulled him backwards
  • neil knew it wasn’t andrew
  • andrew would never grab him like that, knowing how triggered he can get at being touched so suddenly by surprised
  • so he turns around pretty aggressively, feeling a bit edgy
  • he is surprised to see a guy he’s never seen before smiling at him
  • “easy, pretty boy,” the stranger whispers, checking neil out 
  • neil is Startled™
  • what is he supposed to say?????? 
  • what is he supposed to do?????????
  • he doesn’t like this??????
  • aNdrEW ????????????
  • before he can even begin to think all of this, though, His Boyfriend appears and grabs the unknown man by the hem of the shirt and pulls him backwards
  • “what do you think you are doing, fucker?” andrew whispers to the guy’s ear. his voice is so aggresive and dark, he looks ready to kill someone if he had to. neil is sure the other man is about to pee his pants
  • “i… i just… i didn’t know…” the guy tries to explain himself, failing miserably
  • andrew loses the tiny bit of patience inside him “well, now you do know. get out of here
  • the stranger runs as fast as his legs allow him to
  • neil just stands there, feeling a bit dizzy, still not fully recovered from the sudden surprise
  • “are you okay?” andrew asks
  • “i… i don’t know”
  • “let’s get out of here”
  • now, just the two of them in the car, neil feels okay again. andrew’s protection making him feel safe
  • they arrive at the house and go to the kitchen, both in need of some coffee
  • “thank you,” neil finally says, once they are both sitting on the balcony, each of them holding a cup of coffe in one hand and a cigarette in the other. 
  • “shut up,” andrew throws back
  • “i’m serious. i don’t know what i would have done if it wasn’t for you”
  • andrew doesn’t answer but takes a drag of his cigarette instead. they both stay silent for a few minutes until andrew speaks again
  • “yes or no?”
  • “always yes”
  • instead of kissing him, andrew takes neil’s hand
  • neil fights back a smile
  • he fails
  • “112%, josten”

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The Blank Inquisitor

I know I promised a post about Cory but I really want to talk about the Inquisitor. I swear, though, I’m going to get to Cory eventually.

I’ve talked mostly about game mechanics so far, but even more frustrating than some of the problematic mechanics is the problematic narrative. And I don’t mean problematic in the “poorly handled social justice” sort of way. Well, actually, I absolutely do, but that’s not what I’m focusing on right now (but it is coming like a harsh winter storm, I assure you). For now, I mean from a narrative standpoint. And there are several ways to approach this:

Anticlimactic tie-ups

Half-done character arcs

Character arcs that don’t even make sense

Characters that barely even exist

The general main story-line

Narrative for quest dynamics

As you can imagine, those are all in the works. I’ll link to them when they’re posted.

This time, though, I’m going to look at the narrative in terms of the Inquisitor. Some of these points will overlap with points in other posts, but they’re very relevant here as well.

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Right. I am going to go on a massive Joui 3 rant because I just love these poor sweet boys so much and I have to say something.
This is basically just a reiteration of stuff that happened dotted with my thoughts and possibly some headcanons…

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Without you (Soryu Oh)

All previous parts can be found here :

Part Six
Of Course

When you woke up Soryu was still sleeping soundly. Both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and he was holding you so tightly against him that escape was impossible. You carefully laid your head against his chest, content with your confinement. You wanted to stay like this forever, all wrapped up in his arms. “Are you awake?” You heard his tired voice after a while.

“Yeah.” You answered. His lips landed on your forehead and his grip seemed to loosen around your waist. It was then that you felt your stomach twist and turn. You had exerted yourself too much last night and now you were feeling sick. Before Soryu could protest you fled from his warm arms and ran into the toilet, falling to your knees in front of it.

“_____!” He exclaimed as he knelt down beside you. He held your hair back as you threw up into the bowl. You didn’t want him to see you like this, but you were too busy painfully throwing up to properly protest. Blood began to mingle with the puke, a harsh reminder of just how sick you were. “That’s it. I’m calling a doctor. Go back to bed and rest some more.”

“Soryu it’s fine. This is just part of my illness. This happens all the time.” You wiped the sick from your mouth and tried to push  Soryu out of the room, but he didn’t budge. “Please, let me clean myself up. Go and check on Ying for me.”

“She doesn’t need me right now. Come here, my poor girl, come here.” He pulled you into his chest and hugged you burying his head in your hair. “If I could switch places with you I would. You don’t deserve this _____..”

Soryu made breakfast that morning, or at least tried to. The fried eggs were practically inedible and even the toast was burnt. You wouldn’t have been able to eat anything anyway, but when Ying had woke up and was met with the rather horrifying sight of black toast and charcoaled bacon Soryu had been forced to change the menu and he gave her cereal instead. She didn’t complain once. She never did.

“I have to go for a little bit. Eisuke keeps texting me, I was supposed to count the money for the auctions yesterday and apparently I’m the only one who can count.” Soryu told you quietly as Ying ate happily. “I’ll help you pack when I come back, you’re still coming home with me right?”

“Why do we need to pack mummy?” Ying had overheard a snippet of your conversation. You turned and smiled at her meekly, still feeling a little bit sick.

“We’re - We’re going to go and stay with daddy.” You told her firmly as Soryu began clearing up the plates. A smile spread on Ying’s face and she beamed up at you.

“Are we going to be a family now?” Ying looked so happy and you had no idea how to answer her.

“Yeah. Me, you, mummy even Inui and Samejima. I have a big house, much bigger than here.” Soryu grinned widely, getting carried away with himself, almost forgetting that you’re time was running out by the second. “I’ll look after you and mummy. I’ll make sure you’re both very happy.”

A few hours passed and once Ying had settled in front of the television Soryu slipped his suit jacket on. “I won’t be long ____. Call me if you need anything okay?” He kissed your lips quickly, YIng watched the pair of you with a happy glint in her eyes. She got on her feet and hurried over to you both.

“I made you a present last night daddy.” Ying reached out and handed her father a little pink bracelet. She’d given you a similar one awhile ago. Soryu hesitantly allowed Ying to slip it around his wrist. “Promise you’ll wear it?”

“I promise. I’ll see you later okay?” He smiled down at her and awkwardly pressed a kiss onto her forehead. As he walked away, you watched Ying touch that same spot on her forehead with her fingertips.

Soryu found himself sat in the penthouse staring at a little photo he had pinched from your kitchen instead of working. You looked healthier in the photo, your cheeks were full and there were no bags under your eyes. Ying had to be about three in the picture, her hair tied up into two cute little buns.

She was nestled in your arms, smiling brightly for the camera. a little angel if ever he saw one. When he heard Eisuke and the others enter the penthouse he quickly slotted the picture back into his wallet.

“You finally showed up. It’s been like a month since we saw you Sor.” Baba pointed out, collapsing onto the sofa. Soryu began shifting through the money as Eisuke’s keen gaze landed on him. His best friend carefully sat down next to him, sizing up a substantial pile of money.

“You look happier. Did you finally find yourself another woman?” Eisuke chuckled and Soryu reached into his pocket and put his gun on the table with a low growl.

“Wow Soryu, never thought you were into pink!” Ota laughed out loud, pointing to the little bracelet that was around his wrist. Soryu’s cheeks flushed scarlet, he had meant to take it of when he came into the penthouse, but had forgotten. “Where  on earth did you get that?”

“Ying. Ying gave it to me.” All of the bidder’s shared puzzled looks, even Mamoru looked up at Soryu curiously. Grumbling Soryu reached into his wallet and withdrew the photo, he slipped it along to Eisuke. “I guess you’ll find out sooner or later. I have a daughter. ____ she was pregnant, that’s why she left.”

“She looks like you. Much happier though and cuter.” Eisuke commented as he looked at the photo an uncharacteristically soft smile spreading on his lips. “Her belly did look a bit on the round side before she left. I thought she was just fat though, she certainly ate enough to justify it.”

Baba and Ota examined the picture once Eisuke was done with it, and showed it to an only half-interested Mamoru. Soryu took it back, slipping it carefully into his wallet. “Ying she’s - she’s perfect, they’re going to be moving in with me and we’re going to be a proper family.

“Then why the sad face?” Baba asked him.

“We won’t be for long.” Soryu looked out of the window, he didn’t want them to see the tears that he was holding back. He opened his mouth to explain. “_______ left because she didn’t want Ying to grow up in the mafia. The only reason she even called me back was because she had no other choice. She’s sick. She’s dying and when she’s gone… I’ll have to look after Ying myself.”

There was a long silence, one that not even Baba could find the words to break. It was Eisuke who finally found the words. “You won’t be by yourself Sor. We’ll help you.” He said nonchalantly. “As long as you’re still helping out with the auctions that is, of course.”


Even as I write this I know that people in Arina have forgotten almost everything about them. It is plain to me. I would talk to my father about all the silver they had paid us and he would be puzzled, like he did not know where it had all come from. I would ask the innkeeper, Arafat, about them, only to see him struggle to remember. “They slept for three days here, right? I didn’t talk to them too much,” he would tell me, then quickly change the subject to something more mundane.

They had, in fact, slept in his inn for months.

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anonymous asked:

the malec headcanon you made about valentines day could you write it out? with all the smut :D

“What do you think?” Magnus asked the chairman, turning around with both candles in his hand. “Red or light pink?” he looked down at his cat, who was licking its butt. Magnus frowned. “You are of little help to me today.” he sighed and then gave a happy shrug. “I suppose both will have to do!” he sang, placing the candles delicately on the table. 

He looked around the apartment, admiring his handiwork. It had taken most of his day, because he had even gone out of his way to actually buy things instead of stealing them. The apartment was dressed wonderfully, drowning in colours of red, gold and light pinks. There were rose petals particularly placed leading to the bedroom and then formed a careful heart on his new silk sheets. Inside the bedroom was a ridiculously large bowl of chocolate waiting to be melted, a bowl of strawberries and another bowl of sugar. The entire apartment was lit by so many candles, Magnus was sure that it was an extreme fire hazard. 

Magnus crossed his arms and looked down at his cat. “I’m going to get laid tonight.” he then frowned at his own words. “God, I sound like a teenage hormone driven boy.” He picked up the remote for the radio and put on a romantic album. “Now, I just need to figure out what we’re eating.” he looked down at his cat. “Besides Alec’s a-”

The phone rang, and when Magnus looked down, seeing Alec’s name on the screen; or rather, the name he was under (sweet cheeks) he smiled delicately. “Alexander,” he always had a breathless tone when he greeted his boyfriend. “Don’t tell me your cancelling.”

“Not exactly.” Alec’s voice was low on the other hand, which meant that someone was probably nearby him. “Can you come over?” his voice was not urgent, which meant it wasn’t an emergency. 

“Is it very important?” Magnus asked, trying not to be unkind. It was not that he did not want to see Alec, rather, he always wanted to see Alec, but he still had a frightful amount of things to do. 

“Kind of.” Alec murmured. “Please?” his voice was a whisper now, and Magnus couldn’t say no to the quiet way his plea came out. Magnus rarely said no to Alec. 

“I’m on my way, love.” Magnus told him. 

Magnus could hear the way Alec’s tone shifted, his voice picking up a little, he was sure that there would be a smile on Alec’s face. “Great.” he murmured. “See you soon.”

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Solangelo headcanon: Nico takes care of Will

But seriously though, Nico and Will would be as bad as each other when it comes to taking care of themselves, because while Will would make sure Nico’s eating and sleeping properly, Nico would always wind up being the one to take care of Will because for all of Will’s dedication to keeping everyone else healthy, he tends to forget about his own well-being.

Will is a very dedicated healer, and would end up staying in the infirmary until the wee hours of the morning, taking care of the patients, cleaning it so as not to spread infections and checking up on the infirmary’s supplies of nectar, ambrosia, mortal medication and bandages. His cabin-mates try to pull him away, but quickly realise that Nico has a much higher success rate at getting Will to leave the infirmary and go to bed than they do, even if they then don’t see him until the following morning at breakfast, having spent the night in the Hades cabin instead of theirs. No one minds, because at least he got some sleep in the end. Neither Will nor Nico tell them that he’s usually better at extracting Will than they are because he says Will, when I get sick because your siblings dragged me out of bed to get you to sleep, it’s your own fault, and Will’s guilty conscience lets Nico lead him finally to bed.

Will-who-doesn’t-leave-the-infirmary-for-sleep-Solace loses track of time easily, and doesn’t notice when it’s gone from being nine in the morning to suddenly being five in the evening, and Nico quickly realises that he can’t rely upon the other Apollo kids knowing whether he’s eaten or not. When he can, Nico drags Will out to the Mess Hall to eat lunch with everyone else. Sometimes, Nico brings him food, sits Will down and doesn’t let him back up until he’s eaten it all. This tends happens most when the infirmary is very busy, as Will doesn’t always have time to go for lunch. Often, Nico is seen to be dragging him out of the infirmary to have dinner, because Will, I know you forgot about lunch again, and I’m sorry that I was unable to bring you it today, but you need to eat something now because otherwise you’ll get ill yourself and we both know how grumpy that makes you

When Will gets injured during games of Capture the Flag where he’s not allowed to sit out and just be a medic, he insists on the other campers being healed before him. Nico’s the one to persuade Will that yes, Will, you are injured, and yes, you should let your siblings heal you before seeing to the others and assure him that no, the other injured campers are going to be just fine until your siblings finish healing you because Will, you know you’re bad with a bow and arrow, but why in Hades would you use a sword because you know full well that you’re so much worse with a sword. I swear to the gods, you using a sword to fight with Will is going to be the death of us all and you know that you’re now in worse shape than the others are so just sit still and accept the godsdam help and if you’re extra good you can have extra cuddles later.

Will doesn’t pay much attention to when he’s sick himself, because it happens so infrequently, and children of Apollo don’t normally get sick for long, and he has work and patients to tend to godsdamit, Nico, just let me do my job. Nico’s the one who takes the brunt of having an ill and complaining boyfriend who won’t just take a sick day unless Nico makes him, so he drags Will into the Hades cabin to stop him from working, tucks him up in one of the spare beds and doesn’t let him back out to the infirmary because Will, you are sick, let the others take care of everyone else and me take care of you for a change, and is kind enough not to say ‘I told you so’ when Will finally admits how unwell he feels.

As the head healer under Chiron, Will knows full well that the healers from Apollo’s cabin are supposed to only work in the infirmary a certain amount of hours a week to ensure that they don’t over-work themselves, but since Will never pays attention to this, Nico takes it upon himself to remember how much time Will has spent in the infirmary each day and drags him away every few days because Will, you need a break, and I feel like I haven’t seen my boyfriend in a week, so come on this date with me, you can go back to work later and then they spend hours on their date and Nico successfully keeps Will from returning to the infirmary for the rest of the day. If he’s really lucky, he’ll manage to keep Will to himself for more than one day in a row. So far, his record is two and a half days in a row, which was partly because he dragged Will out, and then and they finally became a couple the next morning at breakfast in front of everyone, and his siblings wouldn’t allow Will back into the infirmary until he’d spent some quality time with his new boyfriend. True, Nico then hadn’t managed to drag Will away again for another week and a half, but he was always looking to beat his record.