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[doliacuddles]

A PLACE TO RETURN.

𝖧𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇! 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

New Orleans lay under a suffocating humidity that night, as if the city had held its breath all day only to exhale it into a dense haze that made the cobblestones glisten beneath the dim glow of the streetlamps. Everything seemed to move with a slow, feverish pulse: the yellowish reflections of the lanterns on the water, the distant echo of jazz drifting from some bar, voices tangled with the persistent scent of tobacco and spices. The city was still alive, yes—but not for him.

Alastor walked without haste, though each step was measured with the precision of a deliberate act. The drizzle had pressed his hair to his forehead, and the dark coat, soaked through, hung from his shoulders like an ancient weight. There was something restrained in his figure, something that inspired respect and unease in equal measure. No one dared meet his gaze, and yet everyone knew exactly who he was.

The voice on the radio. The charming broadcaster. The man with the eternal smile.

But he had never been one of them. Not once.

He was a Creole; son of a woman with a French accent and brown skin, and of a father of whom only silence remained. The city accepted him because his voice made money, because his charm filled auditoriums and made audiences believe in a closeness that did not exist. Radio kept him for convenience, not belonging.

Producers took him to parties where the toasts were hollow and the smiles rehearsed. The hands that rested on his shoulder were the same that would never have allowed him through the front door, had his presence not proven profitable. He was part of the spectacle, not the circle. A voice that illuminated others, while he remained, inevitably, in the shadows.

That day had been, without a doubt, the worst in a long while.

A newspaper note praised him with apparent admiration, yet not without mentioning his “curious origins,” as though he were an exotic animal that had somehow learned to behave among humans. Later, at a gala, a white man spilled wine on his shirt and laughed—one of those laughs born from the invulnerability privilege affords. Alastor answered with a flawless smile: bright, warm, courteous. But beneath that mask, something drew tight, fine and dangerous, like a wire about to snap.

The man disappeared after the gala. In the morning, the police would speak of a tragedy—perhaps a settling of accounts. The city, indifferent, would ask nothing.

And yet, for the first time in a long while, it brought him no relief.

The blood did not steady his breath. The hunt did not quicken his pulse. Only silence remained: heavy, sharp, enclosing him with unbearable precision.

And then he thought of you.

Not as a promise. Not as love. Not as redemption.

But as a place to return to.

He had met you in his twenties, newly arrived at the radio, full of unnamed dreams and a hunger he had not yet learned to hide. You had seen him before the city shaped him—before the cultivated voice, before the smile became a mask. Since then, you had found each other in the quiet of night: nothing confessed, nothing demanded, nothing offered. And still, the years passed between you like a constant shadow.

Your door was not locked. Perhaps it had never been, not for him.

When he entered, he said nothing. He took off his coat and left it somewhere in the room. The place was warm, softly lit, carrying the scent of damp wood and sheets that remembered too many nights. You watched him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, stained with a red that the rain had not managed to erase.

You did not ask. You never did. That was why he always returned.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his knees, shoulders tense, as if the weight of the world had paused there for a moment.

His breathing was slow, carefully measured, though at times it broke into a deeper sigh, almost imperceptible. He did not cry. He didn’t know how. He only endured.

The city wanted him immaculate, radiant, charming. People expected him smiling, kind, untouchable. Producers needed him obedient, predictable. The audience preferred him without a past.

But you had him there, before you, without masks. Without the crowd. Without the stage.

You approached slowly. Your hand brushed his cheek; his skin was cold, as if warmth had abandoned him long ago. He did not pull away.

There was no kiss. No urgency. Only touch—brief and human, asking for nothing.

He leaned into you, resting his forehead against your collarbone, as if he needed something solid to keep from collapsing. His body, always upright, always calculated, yielded for the first time. His muscles trembled, barely—like someone finally allowing the world to slip from their grasp.

Outside, the city roared. Lived. Pretended not to ever stop. But he, there, was still.

And in that stillness lay the most dangerous part of him: the truth.

Because in you he found a shadow to hide in. A place without lights, without expectations. Where he was not idol, nor hunter, nor myth, nor valuable commodity.

Just a tired man. A man with burned wings. A man who no longer knew how to return to earth.

Your fingers slid through his hair, and he exhaled.

It was not relief. It was surrender.

“Just for tonight,” he whispered, barely audible.

But both of you knew he would return. He always returned.

The city would call for him. The radio would claim him. The blood would drag him back to the stage.

And you would remain the only place he could sleep.

When dawn came, he would gather his coat, fix his smile, steady his voice, and become once more what the world needed him to be.

But for now, in the dimness, between your body and the humid night, he disappeared.

And that disappearance—brief and silent—was the only true thing he had left.

Intellectual property of @doliacuddles.

[goshilovemesomemonsters]

Ok so like. Provided dates haven’t changed then.

Alastor died in 1933 in his 30s-40s according to the wiki

Vox died sometime in 1950 no idea about age. Probably 40s-50s

That’s only a 17 year difference.

If we’re generous with Alastor’s age and less generous with Vox’s age then…

It’s totally possible for a reader to have been married to both in their lifetime. 👀

[gagagone]

Sims 4 passionate kiss animation

I've been playing nonstop lately with a mod pack that lets your sim cosplay as sun, and I can't stop kissing that fucker every second I get. Oh to topple over a 6'9 metal jester over with this much ease.

Bonus:

Oh to get this guy all flustered and make him say some nerd shit like "oh golly!" "Gee willikers!" "Man oh man!" "Godzooks!"

[sketchygabz]

the lack of ratonsito art saddens me

[look-a-yandere-fandom-blog]

Denial | Oneshot

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The Obsessed / Gender Neutral Reader

Fandom: Middle Earth: Shadow of War 

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Romantic Yandere.

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Content Warning: Violence, stalking, delusional/obsessive/possessive behaviour, blood.

(If there’s anything else I need to add to these warnings, please let me know.)

I once told myself that I'd never write anything LOTR-adjacent because of the huge amount of lore surrounding it and fear of messing something up...

Apparently, I lied XD

I'll admit, this one's kinda OC-ish, as the obsessed are randomly generated rather than fully fledged characters, but I tried to keep it close to their in-game personalities/dialog.

How well did that go? No idea. Enjoy anyways!

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Watch.

That is all you are here to do.

To survey. To observe. To gather intel.

To listen in on grumbled conversations and examine strongholds for weaknesses.

To keep your distance, and stay out of sight.

Travelling in the lands of Mordor is a perilous task. The dangers of which you are well aware of. It's terrain harsh and unforgiving. It's inhabitants even more so. You know the risks of getting caught.

Which is why your heart stops at the glint of a weapon overhead.

"A scout, eh? You pinkskins can't help sneakin' around where ya don't belong."

Your hand lunges for the sword at your hip, conjuring it just in time to block the downward swing. An axe meets your blade, the cold clatter echoing in the dark.

You look up, and a pair of beady eyes meet yours. Vivid yellow, almost aglow in the dying light of a nearby fire, set behind a worn helmet, its once-shining gleam reduced to a dull grey.

With a sidestep, you pull your blade back. The orc's weapon charging to the floor, but hitting nothing in its journey.

You glance around, searching for the safest escape route, your peripheral vision impaired by your cloak's hood. Your best chance is to get away from this outpost. Staying to fight means that others may become involved. Already at a disadvantage here, you are in no hurry to worsen your predicament.

However, the orc is blocking your path. You have to make it past him first.

A grumble sounds from the orc as he works to dislodge his axe from the ground. Curses are hissed under his breath, before it is yanked up in a flurry of dirt and dust. Focused on regaining his footing, he is distracted.

Holding your sword firmly, you sprint as an opening is given. The wind whistles in your ears as your soles hit the earth.

Mid-stride, his claws snatch your cloak.

You yelp, suddenly jerked back. As the fabric tears, he grabs for your forearm instead.

Sharp nails dig into your flesh. Indents left in their wake. Your wrist is kept in place, to stop you from ramming your sword into him.

He raises his weapon but...

It does not fall.

He stares. Baring his teeth as his eyes waver. Chest rising and falling steadily.

In your terror, you cannot make sense of it. He should have struck by now. He should have buried that blood-stained steel into your skull. Why does he not? Why does he wait?

The axe moves down slowly, agonisingly. Only centimetres from your face. A few specks of dirt land on your skin. The point is hooked under the hem of your hood.

He nudges the axe forward, bit by bit, until your hood falls back, collapsing around your neck. The fire's light glazes your features, illuminating your bewilderment.

There is a quiet noise from beneath his helm, a hum, while his head tilts to the side. His eyes flicker back and forth, scanning what they have found. An animal analysing its catch.

Then, he leans in. With his weapon still so close, you do not dare to retaliate, should he be spurred to attack.

The orc's helmet bumps against your forehead; an icy contrast to the warmth of your skin. Nose to nose.

Seconds tick by in silence. He seems to be settling, nearly dazed in demeanour. A million thoughts hovering behind his distant gaze which you do not know. And you hope you never will.

A single word is mumbled, almost subconsciously, barely heard over your own panic.

"Mine..."

His axe lowers, hanging loosely by his side...

You take your opportunity.

A kick to the leg and his balance is shaken. You wrench your arm from his hold, drawing blood as his nails scrape across your flesh.

Without looking back, you run.

You run until you cannot breathe. Until you are far from that outpost. Until you are far from him.

In the days after, you shove the encounter out of your mind. Nothing new can be discovered by wondering. Recalling the experience over and over will not reveal any unknown truths.

Yet, as you set yourself back to work, something feels... different.

Wherever you venture, there is the sensation of something watching you. Hiding in the bushes, perching atop a tower, lurking in the dark.

Never free of it. Never a moment without it.

You chalk it up to nerves. Merely the weight of your post getting to you. Besides, if you were found, it would be more efficient to bluntly attempt to kill you. There is no need for an enemy to spy on a scout.

You tell yourself that it is naught but fear. Pathetic fear. Again and again. Till you almost believe it.

Thankfully, you soon need to report to your superiors. Leaving this place should give you a few days of freedom from the poisoning paranoia of Mordor's lands.

The world is quiet as you take cautious steps across the night, approaching the border into Gondor; staying far from every fortress and outpost you know.

It is not entirely silent. The sounds of unseen creatures and distant altercations resound in the shadows. Leaves rustle upon trees. Rocks crunch and clink under foot. Your torn cloak flutters like a bird's wings behind you.

There is an odd security in the isolation. A comfort in the solitude. You feel alone. For the first time in days, you feel completely and entirely alone.

Until you spot them...

Eyes. Yellow eyes. Watching you.

A shaky breath of disbelief leaves your lungs. The chance of encountering him again, all the way out here, is too small to be coincidence. He followed you. No doubt in your mind. But for what purpose, you have no clue.

The figure emerges as his lips curve up into a crinkled grin. Armour outlined by a dull sheen in the moonlight.

The confusion that filled his expression during your previous encounter has been replaced. His eyes flicker instead with an unnerving resolution. A determination that you cannot place the source of.

In a moment of déjà vu, you reach for your sword.

"Identify yourself, orc." Clutching your blade tightly, as though a lifeline, you demand an explanation, a name to the spectre that has haunted your every step.

"Ratak." The figure responds simply. No statement of purpose, nor who he serves. Only a name.

"And what do you seek?" You urge, refusing to let your guard down.

He giggles, as though you were silly for even asking.

"You o'course, love."

His voice is different. No longer the threatening sneer heard when you first met. Now, it is horrifyingly casual. As though what he speaks were common knowledge.

Your eyes narrow, angered.

"Do you think me a fool?" A hiss snaps from you, now glowering at him. "What are you here for? Why do you follow me?"

"I've told ya already, I'm here for you..."

He is insistent. Unchanging in his conviction. You refuse to believe it. You cannot. You do not want to.

Starting to feel uneasy, your words become sharper.

"Enough with the games, orc-!"

"Games? You're the one that's been toying with me, love... Makin' me chase you about... always runnin' off before I can get close..."

The orc treads forward, and you swiftly put more space between you and him. A growl-like noise seeps from his pointed teeth.

"Cruel thing... lettin' me catch you, hold you next to me... and then scurrying away..." Accusatory notes seep into his voice as he continues to step closer and closer.

Envy swirls in his ribs. Aching. Ratak's mind enveloped by this feeling. A bleeding ache, festering in your time apart. Every backward step you take sends his thoughts spiralling.

"Why d'ya run, hm? Is there someone else keepin' you from me? Another uruk? A bloody human?" His tone distorts, laced with a jealousy you never imagined that you would see in the flesh.

Ratak would be ashamed of himself, humiliated by how desperate he is acting, could he only think clearly. If his every thought was not preoccupied with that flittering encounter from nights before. If his fingertips were not still stained with your blood. If that pain in his ribs could only stop.

"I am tired of this, orc." You cut off his jilted questions, stuck in your denial. More willing to dismiss his delusional words than ponder the sincerity behind them. "Leave me be. I would rather not have to fight you."

The orc falls still. Hands twitching as he processes your words.

Leave. You want to leave? To scamper away from him again? To make him want to keep you and then cause this suffering in his chest and then... then..!

In a storm of rage, you plummet to the forest floor. The air is knocked out of your lungs as he lands atop you.

"You just won't bloody listen!" He yells, spittle falling into your face. "Your stupid 'duty' and all that's keeping you from stayin' with me, isn't it?"

The point of your sword is aimed to his torso as he looms over you, his hands pinning your shoulders. Ratak does not pay the blade any attention, as though oblivious to it, consumed by his fury.

"You're givin' your loyalty to those weak, worthless, human scum, when it should be mine! You should be mine!"

His frustration is beginning to break through to you. To crack through your guard of denial. Every word feels genuine, feels weighted; the emotion behind it far too strong to be an act.

"Can you not hear yourself?! Your claims are ludicrous-"

"Ludicrous? Ludicrous!" He cuts you off, indignant. "I don't care if I'm bein' ludicrous! You're the one who's makin' me feel like this, you can bloody deal with it!"

Ratak's breaths are heavy, ragged, his face contorted. He pushes himself closer, the sword starting to pierce his skin.

But, despite the weapon pointed to it, the pain in his chest dissipates. Slowly but steadily. He leans closer, it fades a little more.

Nervousness builds as you look up at him. Stunned as he leans in, drops of dark blood trailing down the blade and onto your fingers, the edge slicing his flesh.

Until, finally, the metal of his helm reaches your forehead once again.

Not enough.

He reluctantly removes a hand from your shoulder, tugging his helmet off and tossing it aside.

Returning to your skin, his hand coils around your throat. The action reminiscent of distorted affection, yet also an unspoken threat.

Now, the orc lays his head over yours. His thin, wiry, hair falls to either side of your face, his anger fizzling to a quiet rumble of thunder rather than a blazing hurricane.

"Love..." he mutters the nickname. Despite the word's unfamiliarity, it feels right to him.

"My love, we... we both know you're s'posed to be mine... they don't matter anymore, no one else does... it's you and me..."

Ratak's claws against your neck, your sword pressed to his heart. His fingertips stained red, and yours stained black.

Both trapped, held at each other's mercy.

"Just you and me... for ever..."

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[doublism]

my instagram explore page loves showing me those like erotic dark romance novel tiktoks and i really have to wonder: why do all these straight women desperately want to fuck a mafia boss

[no-terfs-no-swerfs-no-fascists]

Okay, let's try and break this down.

Sexual fantasies are, by their very nature, transgressive. Yes, even the fluffy, romantic ones. As long as general culture remains negative about sex and sexuality in any form that isn't cishet procreative sex within the confines of matrimony with the woman not as an equal actor but an object sex is performed onto, this is going to remain true.

And the thing about fantasies is that our brains like to take the things we crave the most and mix them up with our fears, anxieties, pain, and trauma into a melange of, sometimes, truly epic levels of fuckery.

But here's the secret - things we fantasize about, from the most wholesome to the bizarre to seriously fucked up? They are very, very often NOT what we literally want.

Being into dubcon or noncon doesn't mean you actually want to be raped or rape. Being into monsters doesn't make you a zoophile. And fantasizing about violent, obsessive men doesn't mean you wouldn't run as far the fuck away from a man like that the second one of them set their sights on you.

If you're really interested in the subject, I recommend reading My Secret Garden by Nancy Friday, a compilation of anonymously submitted women's sexual fantasies. And, as it turns out, women fantasize about a lot of really violent, uncomfortable, and just plain screwed up stuff.

And, for most of them, even when they don't actively realize it, it's about reclamation. Of fear, of trauma, of loss of power. It's about THEMSELVES and how THEY feel. As weird as it's gonna sound, the men featured in those fantasies don't really matter, they're just a vessel, a manifestation of the extreme version of what you're dealing with and/or crave. A safe, cathartic way to experience something profoundly unsafe, unwise, and terrifying.

For women fantasizing about criminals, villains, monsters, and anti-heroes, it's very often about the idea that someone like that - intense, violent, with single-minded focus, and immense power - would love her, want her, always put her first, go against all his instincts/training for you without a second thought and be a clear and present danger to everyone but warmth and safety for her and only her, and burn the world itself down for hurting her in even the slightest of ways. It's a sexual version of the fantasy of having a pet tiger, one that would never, ever attack you or hurt you in any way.

And just like the people who want to boop the forbidden snoot, the women fantasizing about their fantasy Mafia Boss Lover are very well aware of the fact that 1) men like that don't actually exist, 2) the criminal world of their fantasy has all but nothing to do with reality, and 3) that the thing they're actually fantasizing about is being loved, wanted, and safe... just in a REALLY intense, exaggerated way. And, let's not mince words, there's also often a more or less strong D/s dynamics at play in the scenario, too.

Now, you can choose to be judgy bitches about it (goodness knows plenty of you in the replies, comments, and tags are), in which case I would suggest you examine why you're feeling such a profound need to shame women for enjoying themselves in their own little world, or you can apply the YKINMKATO mantra and understand that straight women, living in the constant state of preyhood, sometimes consciously or subconsciously reclaim power over that situation through transgressive sexual fantasies.

Also, fuck this idea that queer people only fantasize about healthy and wholesome relationships, romantic, sexual, or otherwise, as if at least half of Tumblr isn't simping for, oh, for example, Hannibal fucking Lecter. Do you have ANY idea how many Mafia and Thug BL content there is out there?! FFS, Tom of Finland, a WWII veteran who fought against Nazis, drew art of exaggeratedly masculine men in Nazi uniforms in pornographic situations as a way to dissociate himself from those traumas and fascists themselves as far back as the 1950s!

So yeah. Less judgement, and more taking some responsibility for curating your online experience if seeing someone's kink truly offends you this much.

[headspace-hotel]

"Booping the forbidden snoot" is a good way of putting it

[prosocialbehavior]

prev tags, text ver. below the cut

#humans#there's also something here about healing from repressive cultures and purity culture#by fantasizing outside of what's Allowed#fantasizing about a sweet small town hallmark movie guy who looks like he'd be good with kids is somewhat tainted#because that's what was expected of you. forced on you#purity culture is about conforming to what's allowed at the expense of actual desire and pleasure#the thing about a taboo fantasy is that it's YOUR fantasy#and like dubcon/noncon is about the desire thing as well#what if someone WANTED you#it's not about a one to one translation of the thing to real life—it's something that has meaning inside the context of your inner world#when you grow up with purity culture the conventional nice vanilla fantasies can FEEL gross and scary and coercive#in evangelical purity culture desire is BAD and you shouldn't pursue what you Want sexually#sex is about emulating a social norm whether you like it or not#so the tame and 'vanilla' fantasies often have this coercive feeling and it's very hard to explore desire and pleasure like that#therefore lots of people fantasize about being fucked by an alien or mafia boss or werewolf or vampire or something else safely imaginary#thats my read of the situation anyway#nazi mention

[bemusedlybespectacled]

I'm going to try to explain this without sounding completely deranged but like, okay: IMO, there are two kinds of fantasies. let's call them horses and unicorns.

a horse fantasy is something that is theoretically possible. I do not currently own a horse, and the reality of owning a horse would involve boring stuff like paying for its food and mucking out its stall, but it is something I could do in real life. like, horses exist and can be owned by humans. lots of fantasies can fall into this category: traveling to a foreign country, living in a cute house with just you and a cat, winning a marathon, basically anything that is technically achievable even if it would be difficult to do so in real life.

a unicorn fantasy is something that is definitely (or almost definitely) impossible. I do not currently own a unicorn, and there is no version of reality where I could own a unicorn, because unicorns are not real. the actual logistical issues that might arise from owning a unicorn, like paying for its food or mucking out its stall, are completely immaterial because it's not something that could ever actually happen. and like, it's in my brain! I control it! I can imagine a unicorn that only eats marshmallows and shits potpourri if I want to!

I think the disconnect comes in when people assume that a unicorn fantasy is actually a horse fantasy. to use the tiger example from upthread: you can own a tiger. you can't have a completely domesticated tiger that would never hurt you, not even by accident. so saying "I want a pet tiger" is a unicorn fantasy, because everything necessary for that fantasy to work (it being completely domesticated and incapable of harming you) are not things you can have in real life.

now, serial killers/war criminals/normal criminals/etc. are all things that exist. and there are definitely people in relationships with them in real life! so it's tempting to assume that something like "I want to fuck a serial killer" is a horse fantasy: something you would want to do, and could do, if given the opportunity.

but for the vast majority of people, that's not the fantasy. the rest of the fantasy ("he's a serial killer, BUT he only kills bad people and he's nice to me and is both able and willing to protect me from literally anything and has sex exactly the way I want to because he magically knows what I want because, again, this is happening in my brain") is what makes it a unicorn.

[darlingofdots]

This is obviously not exclusively a cishet woman thing but cishet women do deal with a different flavour of sexual repression than queer folks (not better or worse, just a different flavour!) and those fantasies really are about power, just not how you think.

The fantasy is that here is a powerful, aggressive, even violent man, and he wants you and needs you so much that he would burn the world down for you. The central fantasy of the romance novel is that the heroine is so desired and loved by the hero that he is both metaphorically and literally forced to his knees for her. I'm not with my books or notes right now so I can't remember the exact quote, but I think it was Jayashree Kamblé who said that this aggressive/Alpha male subtype of romance heroes is "a lion among men who is a lamb before his woman". That's the fantasy. It's really powerful! If your life experience has told you to expect to do all the care work and to minimise yourself and your needs to be palatable to others and to be grateful for any crumb of attention because you're too fat or too outspoken or just generally not perfectly feminine enough, the fantasy of someone going absolutely feral because they want you so much is really powerful and empowering!

Again, not exclusively cishet women, and also sometimes you just think a scenario would be hot if it happens within your mind where you are 100% in control and can just stop if it feels bad. That's also fine! That's normal! We need to stop shaming people for their romantic or sexual fantasies, especially those of us who clearly have no idea what a fantasy is and what it does for the person indulging in it 🙄

[kyraneko]

A lot of the "you're supposed to like X" cultural baggage is, IMHO, effectively dubcon with the coercion outsourced to some other actor, usually society, but with the "love interest" willingly profiting from that coercion, at your expense.

The effect is something like when you've got a persistent unwanted suitor doing "romantic" shit like sending you flowers at work and lovebombing you and otherwise making a big deal out of his feelings and your coworkers or your family or your friends are all encouraging you to give in because "it's so sweet" or "he wants you so badly, it's cruel of you to deny him" or "I wish my boyfriend did that for me, you're so lucky" and none of them will understand that a) what they want isn't what you want and b) the persistence, the control, the disregard for your wishes all make him the romantic equivalent of food that's been pissed on---and neither does he.

The whole effect is viscerally uncomfortable, and even the echoes or memories of coercion taint the whole concept.

And I think a key factor in the fantasy is a variant of that unicorn situation up above, to wit:

Your church, family, repressive upbringing, and/or purity-focused socialization will never approve of you dating a mob boss or a monster

Therefore

Your church, family, repressive upbringing, and/or purity-focused socialization will never force you to date a mob boss or a monster.

Therefore

Your fantasy about the mob boss or the monster is effectively free from the coercion you're used to in your real life and trying to escape.

It is, ironically, coercion-repellent, directed at the existing dynamics of coercion that might be present in your life or in your past.

[nobodies-png]

Sorry about that! Here's the letters I would like for Luxu/Xigbar: c d f j l x y z

gotcha ! 

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Xigbar’s learnt to face everything head on and work around the problems, but he knows that kind of approach might not work for everyone - so if that doesn’t work for you, he’d try to figure out and see what does work. Maybe you need to wind down and go to a safe place without strong stimuli, just chill and stay grounded. Maybe you just need to scream and vent it out. Or maybe you just wanna curl up in a ball and cry for a while. That’s all valid. 

 The guy has pretty much a lot of free time, so if you can’t tell him specifically what he can do to help you in these situations, he doesn’t mind helping you find out. Needless to say, he doesn’t condone any type of habit or behaviour that can be harmful to you in any way. 

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t, easy. Boom. Can’t stress over what you so blatantly ignore and avoid to think about.

Also i’m answering these on reverse so i’mma go out and say that the last answer of this post can also apply to this question here.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Xigbar is rather lenient. The man knows how to play his cards to his favour and avoid the subjects that would genuinely get him mad. And the fact that time and death stopped having any sort of meaning to him also adds to this. What’s the point in staying MAD when everything is fleeting and bound to end ? Why not enjoy it to the fullest ? If you did anything to need to ask for his forgiveness, you can b e t Xigbar would just brush it off eventually - maybe joke and tease here and there about it. I think I even mentioned this before, it’s not necessarily a good quality as it can easily mean he doesn’t take things seriously.

So yeah, any argument with Xigbar is not a fight you can win. Even when it’s proven that you were in the right, you’ll always be left with a feeling of uncertainty, like you didn’t quite get your point across and you were simply told “yes, dear you were right” so you would simlpy avoid losing your temper. Again, very frustrating when you need to properly communicate with him. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He acts jealous and spoiled, but only for fun. If you start befriending someone else or if you get along with someone new, Xigbar will butt in afterwards with silly jokes like “Oi, don’t forget about me” and such, keep you on your toes with his sudden appearances and public displays of affection. But all in all, he trusts you, so he has absolutely no reason to actually feel jealous. He also trusts that his reputation is infamous enough to let others know better than to try anything with you, whether it’s flirting or bringing you any harm.

But you know, the guy is still uh… human, I assume, so there are some things that bother him - Xigbar is known for switching bodies to continue his mission, but he kinda resents being so old ? So there are those rare moments when he sees you messing around with more active and young members like Demyx or Axel and he’ll just sulk in his own because this current vessel is getting old.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It highly depends on how receptive you are, really.

If you acknowledge his advances and even flirt back, then he sees no point in stopping the fun to get all mushy and gushy and touchy feely. There is a clear mutual attraction, no need to confirm it oudloud with a love confession, right ? Unless you show him that’s EXACTLY the kind of romance you want, then he doesn’t mind pullling something outta his ass. 

If you’re the dense type, he’d take it as a personal challenge - how far does he have to go for you to realize that he’s into you ? If it backfires and you still have no clue, then Xigbar would just resort to letting you know directly. No blushing, no stuttering, no cute confession, just him and his straight forward nature. But I can also see him as giving a half-assed confession, kinda direct but also kinda confusing, a challenge for you this time, see if you can figure him out yourself.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Yes, yes and yes. The casual, light hearted and fun kind of affection is his favorite - like when he sweeps you off your feet out of nowhere just to see your reaction and then see how your first instinct is to hold on tight to him, only to get mad when you realize it’s one of his stupid ass pranks ? And then hearing you laugh when he starts blowing raspberries on your neck so you forgive him ? The best. 10/10, he’s gonna do that again. 

One of Xigbar’s favorite games is to see how many kisses he can steal from you on a daily basis without getting his ass beaten by you. And having the power of controlling s p a c e and portals really gives him a lot of advantage. But he loves it even more when you’re the one to take the initiative for these things, like smooching and cuddling. As much fun as he has when he’s messing with you, Xigbar also loves knowing that you like him just as much. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

This is the kind of guy that would sneak out of work just to bother you while you work, so take a wILD GUESS. But of course, Xigbar has plans to keep an eye on, make sure it goes according to plan so if he really really cannot afford to sneak away for a bit to see you, then he’s going to complain. Very loudly and very annoyingly, to whoever’s nearby to listen, probably turning it into a game to see how much whining they’re willing to withstand before their breaking point. It helps him forget that he misses you and keep his head in the game. 

And now that i’m thinking, it kinda sucks that bad guys don’t get phones cause otherwise, Xigbar would be blowing up your texts, spamming you at every given chance with cryptic shit, memes or stupid stuff.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

I -

I’m actually NOT sure :thonk:

Cause it’s obvious that he takes after the Master of Masters, in the way he jokes and even moves. Xigbar is loyal to him and his own mission, he’s changed wildly for the sake of completeing it. Both physically and emotionally, meaning that while he might be one cunning bastard, he might not be sensible or in tune with actual emotions. There is that small chance that everything he does unrelated to his mission is just idle entertainment, something to pass the time. 

Sure, he might love you. But he might’ve loved a dozen other people before this, all probably long gone. Sure, you might love him. But he’s had a dozen other identities. And while Xigbar values the present, it’s kinda hard to go to a great length for a relationship when in his eyes, it’s bound to end due to his responsibilities.It’s very bittersweet. But even so, we still know little about him - so this loyalty of his could easily extend to you, just like it applies to MoM and the other lost masters. 

So I dunno, gamers. I think that as long as Xigbar doesn’t have to directly choose between you or his mission, he’s ready to do pretty much anything, even if it’s just for the sake of seeing what happens. 

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general relationship hcs for xigbar?

I know its been a while since KH3 came out but i’ve added some spoilery stuff under the cut in here ! just letting yall know, in case you still wanna avoid spoilers

Xigbar : 

There’s never a dull moment with Xigbar - that itself can be good and bad cause hey, he likes to make things fun and drag you to adventures ! But you also get the feeling that he doesn’t take anything seriously - cause he does that thing where he just straight up laughs or snorts in the most inappropiate moments and you just gotta elbow him in the ribs to get him to stop. 

He’s r e a l l y touchy feely and doesn’t know what personal space is. ( G E T IT, HIS POWERS ARE SPACE W H E E Z E - Oh man, i’m funny ) If Xigbar feels like hugging you or making out or anything, he’s just gonna stand the fuck up and go find you, regadless of where you are or what you’re doing. He’s not shy about it either, you’ll know when you hear him scream and announce that he wants A t t e n t i o n from miles away.

Okay but hear me out - We all know he’s super sketchy and schemes a lot behind peoples backs and shit, but listen. Got a problem with the dumb shit he says on the daily ? No worries, he’s open to suggestions and critiques ! Like he’s a Big Bastard, but this bastard has a soft spot for you, so he wants to at least try to Not Be a Piece of Shit around you.

But he’s also super attentive to little details, despite masking his intentions or passing his opinions as jokes. When you’re having trouble with something, he might slide an off-handed comment here and there that’ll make you chuckle - but when you start to t h i n k about his words, you’ll immediately come up with a solution. Xigbar is the guy who does nice things for you behind your back without taking any credit and then feels his ego i n f l a t e when he sees you happy, like “HAH, I did that. I made Y/N happy. Twas me.”

There are times where he just r u n s out of that energy he usually has and he might get kind of moody or more sarcastic and snarky. Xigbar despies showing weaknessess or being fully vulnerable, so he might just avoid you until he gets his spark back - but he might also just cling onto you and drag you into bed for a 8 hour nap or to chill in silence. If he puts your hand on top of his head, he’s indirectly asking you to play with his hair, because it never fails to calm him down.

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Broke: Xemnas sent Marluxia and Larxene to Castle Oblivion to die because he had evidence of them being traitors.

Woke: Xemnas saw in Blue Robe’s memories that they were crushing super hard on Lauriam and Elrena and he cannot deal with that second hand embarrassment.

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Cuddling with the Organization XIII HCs

I’ve been looking thru the askbox and a lot of people keep asking to cuddle with axel or luxord or xemnas, so I was like, fuck it ! we’re cuddling with ALL OF THEM 

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Xemnas’ preferred position is any that lets him bury his face in the crook of your neck and forget about the outside world for awhile - he especially loves it when his hair cascades down and tickles you, because in that moment he gets to feel your laughter in the vibrations of your throat, his favorite sound, the one thing that feels closest to home. Most of the time, you’ll find yourself surrounded by him, strong arms by your sides with your back against his chest, listening to his occasional humming and slow, relaxed breathing. 

Big spoon out of habit, some unconscious need to take the lead. And he’s also extremely still and quiet during the whole thing - he’ll pay attention if you want to tell him about your day or ramble about anything and keep an eye out for any sign of discomfort if you get tired or wish to leave. But really, Xemnas is content with holding you close in absolute silence. Being the small spoon is reserved for moments of absolute vulnerability and he’s reluctant to reach out, so those moments are scarce. That’s when he’ll cling to you, desperate, as if his entire existence depended on it. As if he’ll fade away the second you stop holding him.

Also also, Xemnas is the type of guy who doesn’t know what to do with his hands AT ALL, so he rests them on your waist or stomach. Simple and easy! You can sense his intense and curious gaze when your fingers slip under his gloves, his skin neither hot nor cold to the touch, holding his breath when you take them off to hold his hand properly. Being on the receiving end of such cute and gentle gestures from you always leaves him speechless, Xemnas will never get used to it. It’s oddly endearing.

This motherfucker unlimited is a wildcard. Xigbar has no preference, small spoon or big spoon, this or that position… Who cares? Or rather, who knows what it’ll be today? For a lot of members in the Organization, cuddling is a whole ass ritual, something reserved for special moments, but Xigbar doesn’t see the point in sticking to routine. Cuddling is just another fun thing he can do with you, so these little sessions start with some playful teasing here and there, ending up with him sprawled out on top with that shit eating grin, as if testing you - you wouldn’t dare move him from his very comfortable and favorite spot, would you? 

You’re used to Xigbar pulling you onto his lap or making himself comfortable on yours. Sometimes, he’ll just hug you from behind, chin resting atop your head. Sometimes, he pokes your sides until you can’t stop laughing, feigning innocence when his hands start to wander, just to see what you’ll do. What he seeks is a reaction, something that isn’t him talking your ear off to fill in the silence - he’s had enough of the apathy, gloom and doom in his many, many lives, so your laughter is much needed distraction. Even when you tell him he’s being irritating and annoying, he loves it all the same. After all, you’re letting him get away with his silly antics.

Something he adores when cuddling is when you surprise him, like suddenly slipping your cold hands under his shirt as payback, lure him with a kiss only to flick his forehead and so on. Or cross lines that people would never even dream of, like tracing his many scars or tease him by pretending to pull on his eyepatch. Xigbar would never admit it outloud, or even to himself, but these light-hearted moments make him melt, when you treat him like your regular and super normal boyfriend who isn’t plotting a thousand things behind everyone’s backs.

When it comes to the most awkward person when cuddling, it’s definitely a tie between Xaldin and Larxene. But Xaldin definitely takes longer to properly relax, he shows his appreciation for you through acts of service, not physical contact. He’s no stranger to it, it’s just hard to indulge when his beliefs about Nobodies and feelings are so strong. But then again, it’s even harder to say no to you - if there’s someone out there who can get Xaldin to do anything with an open mind, it’s you. The easiest way to get through him is by using logic, insisting that he needs to rest eventually. And if you catch him right after one of those infamous meetings with the rest of the Organization ? Babe, he’s all yours. 

Similar to Xemnas, Xaldin tends to be the big spoon because he cannot imagine himself as the little spoon. He was a protector in the old life and old habits die hard, so he’d insist on being the one to hold you, make you feel secure. And you quickly realize it simply won’t work because of how tense he is. Overtime, he finds out that being the little spoon isn’t so bad - his favorite position is when you two face each other, your arms wrapped around him and his face buried in your chest as he listens to your heartbeat. It never fails to calm him down,

Xaldin is not the type to shower you with kisses or talk much during cuddling, other than a few grunts of acknowledgement here and there. Instead, he likes to nuzzle you affectionately, his nose and sideburns tickling you. Sometimes, you get the feeling he does it on purpose, judging by the faintest of grins you might catch from time to time. 

Cuddling with Vexen is a funny experience. Or rather, the process leading up to it is funny as shit. You’ll be the one to initiate or ask for cuddles and there he goes, rambling about how busy he is, how little time he has for such frivolities. He can’t take breaks, there’s so much work to be done, etc etc … All while putting his lab equipment away so he can follow you somewhere nice to unwind. He seems more eager than you at the idea of cuddling, but you don’t have the heart to joke about it. And you definitely shouldn’t, because Vexen WILL take it personally and return to his work if you do. 

Unlike others, he doesn’t care about terms like big spoon or small spoon, it’s childish to get flustered about something as normal as wanting to be held or holding another - he adapts to whatever you want to do, really. Vexen is not the type to stay silent, so you’ll have to endure his constant wild gesturing and complaints until he calms down. When his hands settle for playing with your hair, petting your head and so on, you’ll know he’s ran out of things to say. Instead, he’ll ask about your day. Cuddling sessions are great to catch up with each other, if you need to get things off your chest, then this is the perfect moment for it. 

The thing about Vexen is that he’s very observant and astute, but also oblivious and dense to certain aspects. His hair is tied back as to not bother you two, his gloves are always on to avoid touching you with his naturally cold hands and he always knows where to go to avoid being interrupted by the other members. But if your arms or legs start to go numb because he’s leaning his full weight on you or if your attempts to get him to be more cuddly and give you more attention go unnoticed, you have to tell him, otherwise he won’t notice at all. It’s nothing personal, though!

Aren’t you a lucky one. Lexaeus is one of the very few members who openly loves cuddling and has zero extra emotional baggage to deal with - he’s very receptive and doting by nature, so he’ll know whenever youre in a cuddly mood or in need of some downtime. Similar to his fellow guard, Lexaeus often chooses to be the big spoon - but unlike Xaldin, he actually enjoys it, he enjoys knowing that others trust him and rely on him. A true caretaker through and through, whether you’re happy or sad, he’ll be there to welcome you with open arms, give you a safe haven and act as your anchor for support. Your comfort and wellbeing will always come first.

His hugs are top tier, squeezing you just right (never enough to hurt, of course, he has full control of his strength) and he adores holding you, but his favorite position is when you lay on top of him - your hands and head resting on his chest while he rubs soothing circles on the small of your back, he only needs to lean forward just a bit to reach and caress you, kiss your forehead. Lexaeus has very steady and strong hands, so he’d insist on giving you a massage from time to time if he feels you’re too tense.

It might be hard to tell, given how stoic Lexaeus can be, but everytime you two cuddle, he’s overwhelmed with how enamoured he is. You can see it in his eyes, the way his gaze softens. It’s not rare for him to randomly break the silence or accidentally interrupt you with heartfelt “I love you"s or praises. They just slip out of him, he can’t help it, it might not be a long-winded declaration of love, but you know he means every word he says. Everything feels right by your side.

Oh, he’s torn. You’ll see the gears in his brain start to turn when you ask him to cuddle, Zexion is conflicted, desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts and figure out your intentions - he wants to say yes, of course he wants to say yes, but Zexion isn’t used to grand gestures. It might be just cuddling to you, but his displays of affection are subtle. Waiting for you after meetings, holding doors open, recommending books you might enjoy. Zexion feels faint when you hold his hand to tug him around and show him something, can you even imagine what cuddling will do to him?

Nonetheless, he has to be the most touch-starved member, eager to test the limits of his state as someone who can’t technically feel any emotion whatsoever - so he eventually accepts, expecting you to guide him through the process. His poker face is good, but not good enough to fool you, it’s easy to sense his nervousness underneath that calm façade. When you lead his hands to rest on your waist, he hesitates. When you brush his hair out of his eyes, he stares in awe. Overtime, it’ll get easier for him, but Zexion will continue to ask for permission before touching you, even if it’s to give you a simple hug. 

Little spoon through and through, Zexion revels in being vulnerable around you, a luxury in his line of work. But his favorite position is laying down next to you as you two face each other, holding hands and foreheads touching. If he’s particularly emotional, Zexion might recite some quotes or poems that remind him of you, but most of the time he’s content with looking into your eyes, peaceful and serene. None of his illusions can compare to the real deal.

Saix will brush you off, scoffing at the idea - Nobodies don’t cuddle, they have no need for it, it’s as simple as that. He’d rather be upfront and turn you down now than play along and pretend he has a heart that can love you to the fullest. After all, you’re his partner, you should know his limits more than anyone else. Still, as soon as he sees your fallen expression, he’ll ask you to keep him company while he goes over reports, his shoulder bumping into yours affectionately, even if he refuses to meet your eyes. It’s the best he can do for now.

The only chance you have to properly cuddle with Saix is at night, when he can’t be bothered to turn you away. “Just this once”, he’ll say as you make yourself comfortable next to him. But he’s lying. From that point forward, Saix will silently seek you out, dropping hints here and there about you being welcome to initiate cuddles any night.  It gets increasingly harder for Saix to get a good night’s rest without you by his side. His mood unconsciously sours the next day when that happens, but he seems entirely oblivious as to why.

Either way, Saix is definitely the big spoon. He has no preferred position to cuddle in, so it’s up to you and he’ll simply adapt. However, you better choose well, because Saix is a heavy sleeper with a deadly iron grip - once he falls asleep, he’s not letting go of you until he wakes up. But you may also take advantage of that. Every kiss and gentle caress will have him lean into your touch, muttering happy nonsense in his sleep, sighing content. He relaxes almost immediately when you play with his hair, too, but he won’t believe a thing you say, should you decide to tease him in the morning.

When it comes to cuddling with Axel, there’s two things you have to know: his body runs warm, too warm sometimes, and he’s known to be clingy. He could never turn you down, not when you’re asking to spend some quality time with him, but he’ll expect to cuddle even during the hotter months of the year, whining when you try to push him away because of the insufferable heat. Come on, you two are a team! You’re supposed to suffer together! And as expected, he’ll be glad to keep you nice and toasty whenever it’s cold, that smug grin always present on his face when you sneak into his bed. 

You also have to know that every attempt at making you laugh is, in truth, Axel trying to hide the fact that being this close to you actually makes him nervous. His confidence wavers whenever you’re involved, his very obvious soft spot - Axel has no trouble disposing of people to protect his loved ones, but when you look at him from under those long lashes, he finds himself panicking. And the easiest way to keep up his suave façade is to distract you with cheesy jokes and entertaining stories or gossip.

Anything to keep you from seeing the way his neck and ears flush and flare up when he sees you playing with the zipper of his coat. You do things to him, things that make him believe he actually has a heart about to burst out of his chest. Because of this, he prefers to hug you from behind. Just make sure not to fall asleep while cuddling - Axel moves a lot in his sleep and he might accidentally kick you or wake you up with a mouthful of red hair.

Cuddling is too weak of a word, it’s more like you’re Demyx’s personal pillow and you’re on the job 24/7. Like Xigbar, he’s very casual about physical contact, always leaning, holding or touching you in some way - your arms are linked while walking around, perfect to run away if Saix appears to give him more work. He leans his head on your shoulder or heatbutts it gently often. When it’s time to sleep or take a nap? He’s already dragging you away. And if you’re sitting down, chances are his head is resting on your lap while he strums his sitar, without a care in the world. 

Whenever you need to leave, Demyx will shamelessly beg and pull every trick up his sleeve to make you stay five more minutes, going as far as to use his full weight and keep you in place - though this often leads to playful fights and tickle wars, succesfully wasting even more of your time. His laziness can be quite contagious if you’re not careful, but oddly enough, Demyx is also quite restless. He gets up often, and I mean often. Suddenly, he needs to walk around because his leg has gone numb, then he’s on his feet again because he’s thirsty. And just when you think you can finally cuddle in peace, Demyx stumbles around because he’s finally figured out how to continue that melody that’s been stuck in his head.

There are rare moments of calm and comfortable silence, often in the dead of the night when neither of you can sleep. That’s when you’ll catch a glimpse of Demyx’s more mature and serious side. He simply just looks at you with something similar to reverence, many complex emotions flashing in his eyes - his love for you is something he tries to put into words and verses all the time, but it never feels enough. He just hopes you know, deep down, just how much you mean to him.

Luxord can see you coming from a mile away, so he beats you to it, asking you to keep him company and cuddle first. Everyone loves surprises, after all. He prefers to be the big spoon and any positions that leaves his hands free while you get cozy, but it’s always more interesting to leave the details to chance instead, either by flipping a coin or with a short, fun card game. Perhaps bet something like a shoulder massage or a kiss if you’re up for it, nothing serious. It’s always a win-win situation when you two are together. 

Regardless of the outcome, Luxord likes when you run your hands through his scalp, his pleased sighs only fuel you to continue - but careful with his facial hair, he’s ticklish around those areas! Unsurprisingly, his mischievous streak gets even worse when cuddling, tricking you in many ways just to steal a kiss or get even more tangled up with him. Luxord especially likes interrupting you over and over with kisses, seeing the way you become both frustrated and flustered because of him. Of course, you’re more than welcome to get back at him and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When you two settle into a more calm atmosphere, Luxord will let you play around with his card deck while he closes his eyes, basking in your warmth, loving the way your bodies merge together. He insists that he’s not falling asleep, but you might start to hear his light snoring if you leave him unattended for too long.

If 90% of the Organization is secretly touched-starved, Marluxia is the lucky 10% who is fine with just your company and conversation. He’s not the biggest fan of cuddling or physical contact, but he’ll gladly indulge you - if you ask nicely and if you give him time to prepare something special. Cuddling doesn’t happen often, so he wants to make it memorable for both of you. A lot of pillows, scented candles, snacks and zero distractions, he treats it like a date. It’s the least he can do for you. Unlike other members, he’s fine with pretending he can feel and fully enjoy the moment. That’s how feelings work, most of the time you have to fake it til you make it.

During this little date, you’re free to take the lead and cuddle to your heart’s content - Marluxia especially loves kissing the corner of your mouth, wrists, shoulders or behind your ear, lingering just enough to tease and make you shudder when you feel his breath on your skin. But when it comes to preferred positions, if he had to choose, then it would be something simple with little to no contact, like just laying together while holding hands or laying down facing away from each other with your backs touching. 

Marluxia values his space a lot, but he definitely doesn’t want you to feel neglected. Like Zexion, he shows his affection in different ways. His whole focus is on you while cuddling - overtime he’ll take a more doting approach rather than the initial flashy and grand display, fussing over you and making sure you stretch from time to time or avoid falling asleep in awkward positions. Marluxia’s usual sly and knowing smile will turn soft,

As mentioned before, Larxene can be quite awkward and stiff at first, almost as if she’s forgotten that she’s more than sharp, rough edges and biting remarks. You can tell she’s trying to ease into it, despite all her little quips and jabs, and oh boy does she relax when you curl up on her lap, her favorite position. How can she resist when you’re this cute and she has you all to herself? Long fingers will trace patterns along the nape of your neck and your back, all while your head rests on her chest or shoulder.

No mattter how angry or irritated Larxene may be, once you’re on her lap, she’ll calm down soon after, like some pavlovian response. She adores the closeness so much, she might insist you keep her company during meetings. Everytime you walk into the room and meet her eyes, she’ll giggle, patting her legs knowingly. In her free time, she’d like to paint your nails, or let you paint hers while you two talk. During particularly bad days, Larxene will simply drag you to sit on her lap instead, trying to calm down in silence by taking in your scent - anyone who dares disturb you two will have to go through her, even Marluxia knows better than to try. Get the hint or get hit.

You’ll find yourself drifting off to sleep thanks to her soft touches, but Larxene won’t let you fall asleep just yet - after all, you have to pay attention to her, too! She’ll wake you up with a flurry of quick kisses, all over your face. Maybe some embarrassing or cutesy petnames whispered right into your ear, if she’s feeling mischevious. Don’t forget that she wants your undivided attention when you two are cuddling.

Roxas is the type to only actively seek cuddles when he’s sad or feeling under the weather. Even when he doesn’t realize it himself, he always ends up gravitating towards you like a really sad puppy. His preferred position for these gloomy days is the classic spooning. Roxas initially curls up a lot, as if trying to hide his face - but you know he needs you because of the way his hands grip yours, wherever they may rest on his body as you hold him close to your chest. Similar to Xemnas, he almost seems afraid to let go. You’ll know when he’s starting to relax once he starts to spread more on the bed, finally ready to face and thank you.

And just like a puppy, his expression brightens when you cup his face in your hands, kissing him all over and ruffling his hair - he might deny it, try to roll off the bed or pretend to be bothered, but you know better than that. If you stop, he’s already leaning closer, waiting for you to continue with a lovestruck smile. On regular days, if you ask him to cuddle, he’ll insist on being the big spoon and let you find a comfortable position, but he always somehow revets to being the small spoon. It’s his very special skill!

Roxas is not much of a talker, mostly due the fact that he’s afraid of blurting out something embarrassing, but you can always trick him into having a very heated discussion about the most mundane things ever - like what’s the best ice cream flavour and why his opinion doesn’t matter because he only knows about sea salt ice cream. Or which world he would want to live in, if he wasn’t bound to the Castle That Never Was. 

Xion seems to be Roxas’ exact opposite, she feels cuddly when happy or excited, unable to restrain herself from tackling you after a succesful mission. Before you can even react, Xion is already dragging you away so she can tell you all about her adventures and show you all the little trinkets she’s hoarded - because of this, cuddling sessions also double as slumber parties, with you two sprawled out on her bed, tangled up together in a mess of limbs and bedsheets. 

This is one of the few times you get to see Xion practically bursting with life, as opposed to her muted behaviour when interacting with the other members of the Organization - color blooms on her cheeks as she laughs and snorts at all your jokes, pushing and slapping your arm when you interrupt her. One of her favorite positions is when you sit down against the wall so she can lay down while hugging your waist, nuzzling your stomach. There are times in which Xion will kick up her feet with childish glee and sneak a few kisses to your palms when your hands get close to her face, it doesn’t happen often but it’s always a treat to see.

Often acts as the little spoon, but she enjoys being the big spoon, too! You’re always so strong and supportive for her sake, Xion loves to repay all the love and kindness you’ve shown her. Similar to Lexaeus, she would spoil you rotten if she had the chance. Nonetheless, exhaustion always seems to catch up in the end - there’s so much on her mind, so many things to worry about and so many things she wants to share with you, but you’ll have to be content with watching her slowly dooze off, her voice slowly coming to a halt as she pulls you closer, dreaming about what the future has in store for you two.

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Oh Hancock you would've loved the hit song National Anthem by LDR

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Got curious and read the Xigbar ceiling fic.

People freaked out over this?

This shit tame af ya’ll weak fr.

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Ok so like. Provided dates haven’t changed then.

Alastor died in 1933 in his 30s-40s according to the wiki

Vox died sometime in 1950 no idea about age. Probably 40s-50s

That’s only a 17 year difference.

If we’re generous with Alastor’s age and less generous with Vox’s age then…

It’s totally possible for a reader to have been married to both in their lifetime. 👀

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So my hyperfixation of Monkie Kid and Journey to the West has been gone for awhile now but I still deeply enjoy all monkey medias I can get my hands on-

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