Alright cool. So is it alright with you you can do a Karkat x human reader if not then that’s okay
Id LOVE too!! this is gonna be fun, im gonna make this kinda cozy/comfort with a side of him being the loud mouth that he is, and thank you for using my inbox anon 🌷
also— this will be..simultaneously..pre-existing relationship, but also unspoken mutual attraction?... you'll see- (ФωФ)
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you're all cooped up on his couch, folded up with a blanket on your lap, a troll version of serendipity pulled up but not playing yet, it rains outside on Alternia, cloudy, but regardless of the dangerous sun being hidden, the rain is literally acid, and you as a human having much less tougher skin than the average troll cannot be going outside in that weather, so you're sat in his room...or..he called it a respiteblock?..whatever, room, spacing off at the screen until he comes back, he narrows his eyes at you lumped over the arm of the couch half way before sitting down next too you, peering around, jostling you lightly from spacing out, making you look over at him.
"hm—?"
lifting your head and upper body off of the couch arm, trying to follow his gaze, head waving back and forth a bit to try and see what the hell he was looking at.
"what are yo—"
"THE REMOTE, ARE YOU SITTING ON IT???"
you shimmy up and the blanket plops too the floor, standing up on the couch before shifting one foot off onto the floor, and the remote was indeed under you, or more so covered up by your blanket covered legs, he gives you this half assed grin, it could almost be mistaken as a snarl but yknow..hes just got sharp teeth.
you settle back onto the couch, closer than before hand, but he doesnt comment, he doesnt move, he switches the movie on and you lean down to grab at the blanket you previously let slip off you in the midst of finding the remote, reaching down for it and your lower half goes up with weight disposition of your upper half leaning over and off the couch for the blanket, nearly subtly lobbing yourself off cushion before he reaches over and grabs on the back of your shirt to try and teather you down to cushion better.
you laugh awkwardly grabbing at the blanket and pushing yourself up from your hands, not enough leverage to go up and back, he watches your vauge struggling with a raised brow and a grin he wouldnt admit to having in the moment.
he keeps the hand there in your shirt but also leans in and loops an arm around your waist, tugging you back up onto the couch and effectively into his arms, you settle back and laugh, turning to him, settling the blanket over both of your laps and he just...stares, brows furrowed, eyes looking over your face.
if you didnt know better hed look frustrated at your ridiculous flailing, but you know better that its his way of giving a fond look, and you also dont miss how he hasnt moved both arms looped around you, essentially holding you, your turn to give a dumb smile.
"smooth moves—"
"SHUT UP."
hes moved away from sheer embarrassment, arms shifting away and crossing over his chest, side glaring you with a feigned grimace on his face.
kinda can't not laugh at his demeanor, you settle up against him anyway, he goes stiff for a moment before relaxing and loosening his arms, staring at his face like your trying to nudge another reaction out of him, he rolls his eyes and his 'angry' attitude falters and he just scoffs, smiling and he gestures to the screen, shaking his head a bit
"JUST WATCH THE MOVIE, IM GONNA HAVE TO REWIND IT."
you give a pleasing hum, headbutting his shoulder lightly, as you lay against him, looking to the screen as he rewinds the movie back a bit, but hes giving you that side glance again, giving in and draping an arm over your relaxed form, mumbling something along the lines of 'you're a damn dork' under his breath, intentionally or not you heard it, smiling slyly, the movie plays up its beginning intro and you lay by him, watching it.
hes seen this film a measly 5 plus times, probably more if we're being honest, he keeps stealing glances at you, but he ends up watching the movie, he ends up subconsciously brushing his fingers against your head, his little nails against your hairline, tracing it without much though, to him he's just unknowingly fidgeting, but its rather soothing.
who knew someone so loud and often disgruntled could be so gentle?
soothing enough you find your eyes drifting a bit, unfocused but facing the screen, tuned in too the slow, almost natrual touch he traces against what is essentially your forehead and temples, middle and ring finger drawing back and forth over the spot, eyes getting droopy, head already rested against him.
doesnt help that the troll is very warm, its due to his blood color but he is a space heater under this blanket, and it lulls you, that kinda sleepy were you dont even realize your eyes are closed, breathing steadying out and falling asleep right there as hes just lost in the movie for the umpteenth time.
later on once the movie draws too its end he goes to speak, his hand smoothing over your head, sorta tilting your head back, head leaning down, blinking at you.
"SO HOWD YOU‐ OH—"
he immediately purses his lips, watching you lightly stir in your slumber, he does just have a rather boisterous voice, wouldnt take a lot of him talking to wake someone, he stills again like when you first rested against him, but he eases back into it, he sorta connects the dots you must've fallen asleep with him essentially petting you, and he smiles too himself at the thought...but now he also realizes he cannot move.
doesnt wanna move—
so he settles back against the couch and leans his head on yours, tucking your head under his chin, basking in the shared warmth that was the shared blanket and vaguely oddly positioned snuggling.
uuh!! id say yes! but if its homestuck related I may not get too it very fast unfortunately..but just send in your ask! and if im familiar about it ill do my best attempt at writing it up for you! :)
cant sleep so im doing what I said it was gonna do 😼
or more so said i wanted to do
im prolly not gonna proofread this, so bare with me or dont ( ´;ﾟ;∀;ﾟ;)
and yes, this is self-indulgent. im gay I know.
For the sake of a misson, Corvin has to wear a dress as a gag, listen, he's already got long hair, and despite his build, he has a stupid little waist, and Dazai would fully think this would be fool proof but he really didnt think of the consequences of seeing this man in a dress, he was ready to just laugh at Corvin wobbling about in heels, he was ready to find humor in it and instead when he watches Corvin appear with apprehensive mannerisms, long hair going over his shoulder and hanging in front of his face like it always had, hes even taller in those heels and his broad shoulders are exposed with the thick straps of the dress hung onto his trap muscles and behind his neck, smirk just draining from Dazais face as he looks this man up and down, cause once again he was so so ready to just laugh it up, but he feels himself wildly caught off gaurd, 'it hugs his silhouette-frames his collarbones–..has his chest always looked this nice—?' hed so spiral a bit, staring and Corvin just gets more unnerved from being stared at, hell even he was expected to be laughed at and of course like clockwork Dazai would indeed laugh, like it was a automatic thing, it slips and his eyes crinkle and he folds over a bit, he internally doesnt even find this funny! not anymore! not when he feels this way about it! but all he can find himself doing is laughing about it, smiling at him, when in reality he wants the floorboards to open up and swallow him whole, he laughs.
Corvin eases up. He expected this. The familiar always feels comforting, he adjusts some of his hair with his hand, and puts it back into place, one side slightly slicked back, and he smiles too, he shakes his head with feigned disbelief.
Dazai on the other hand as he covers his mouth as some made up way to hide his smile, maybe on Corvins end to spare him the theatrics of him being laughed at but Dazai just doesn't want Corvin to peer in too close and notice his ears are getting red, or that his eyes are lingering a bit to long on his frame.. he doesn't even like Corvin that way! This is just his reunited friend—...coworker! not like they ever shared moments of raw vulnerability in their misspent youth—..or catered to one another in strange and honest ways that neither of them bring up to this day!— especially cause one has memory lapses that make this all the more unbearable.
Corvin is talking, and Dazai is absently listening, Corvin doesn't look at him, as he's rather embarrassed with his current attire. it's just for a misson, 'undercover' as Dazai put it, and the bastard is smiling, grinning like an idiot, once again, to Corvin it just seems hes rather amused and pleased with the embarrassment that rolls off Corvin in waves, but honestly its some second hand motion, his thought parallel it, the smile.
'god, he actually went threw with this? he actually looks nice.., the dress looks nice. its a nice red color. fits his hair nice....the hair color, his hair color looks nice with the red—"
mentally foiling himself to discern this feeling, it's a strange mixture he can't quite digest, and Corvin speaks, and hes saying something about the misson..
something–
eyes narrowing as he stares at Corvin still. He can feel the subtle tense in his jaw as he tightens his bottom teeth to his top ones
'Has he always looked like this? it's just the dress.
and his hair.
maybe the way his eyes droop a little bit?
can I think of him like this?
in this dress of course.
not like id think of him like this outside of it!'
He snorts and breaks into that laughter again and Corvin is cut off hair lightly floofing up in surpise and vauge misunderstanding
"What? what'd i say? what's so funny?"
"nothing!! nothing..!"
and it'd be said with that smile. He just can't help it, its infuriating.
"Yeah, okay, sure, what are you thinking of?"
Dazai has never wanted to flee a room more than now, he just cant stop smiling, he shakes his head and his mouth speaks for him
"you just look ridiculous is all"
Corvin would roll his eyes and crack a smile, and he does that nervous stim habit, and runs his hand threw his hair again and it takes the hair spilled over his shoulder and brings it back, it shows all of his face, and exposes the straps of the dress, and Dazai wants to curse out his own subconscious for admiring the way the sun seeps in from the window and dances against the skin of his brown skin..did he put makeup on??
"what is that on your face??"
it almost sounds judgemental. It's a real question, though, Corvins scoffs and turns his head away more, he didnt even have time to consult the other thing he just said about him looking ridiculous, and he covers Dazai's face from his view like a 'if I cant see you, you cant see me' gesture
Somehow this motion adds to the turmoil of Dazai's thought process, and he keeps smiling, for two things
'Wow, how adorable. He's trying to hide from me, I bet he's blushing like he always does..'
and
'What has possessed me to think these things, have i been drugged??????'
and yet like he's being puppeted, he moves closer and gets into Corvins' field of vision, Corvin babbles out a reason
"well—! I didnt just wanna toss on a dress, arent I supposed to be playing a part???.."
laughter erupts from Dazai again. He finds Corvin conforming to the role humorous, only partly, as the second half is deeply unnerved from how much he enjoys this, more so that he can't discern if he has always felt this way..or if seeing him in a dress just kicked the blocks into his acknowledgement, has he always felt this way? about his coworker?? his returned friend from youth? has his eyes always been that color? no way he was this easy on the eyes—! no way that smile has always been so refreshing to see—! there's just no way‐
It's just Corvin in drag— it just the way he's seemingly comfortable in it. He's not tense, just a little embarrassed at being in something he's usually not in, and of course Dazai poking fun at him.
Corvin palms Dazais face and scoots him away with a soft grumble, a dismissive sound the bird man makes as a 'go away' sorta thing
Dazai blurts out. Maybe it's the split moment of him not seeing Corvin, but it slips out anyway.
"you look really pretty actually—"
"What???"
Disbelief no longer feigned, Corvin raises a brow, and now its his turn to smile, corner of his mouth curling up a tad, a lopsided grin.
Dazai mentally buffers, and now that he's said it, he must run with it, he cannot let this slip any further than it has and he contuines
"pretty dumb!"
followed by a laugh as Corvins face drops, unamused, scoffing softly and realizing his leg is being pulled, but in all actually the man who resides in a damn dress realizes nothing because Dazai has remained unseen in his true thoughts.
the thoughts that are still currently winding in circles of denial followed by soft affection followed by more denial.
safe to say it'd be a weird mission for them both, Corvin cause he realizes how much he can get away with appearing as a woman, that its a convincing look, and he honestly doesnt feel bad in it either.
Dazai cause he realizes (or really tries not to) how much he likes Corvin and somehow like the dress slapped knowledge into him that these feelings have been there for a while now, that hes not sure he wants to actually confront.
the unexplainable urge to write self indulgent shipping garbage with a hint of closeted disgruntled confusion because character A sees Character B dress up in a feminine way and realizes theyre much gayer than anticipated but in the same hands refuse to acknowledge that cause..that'd be gay..and even gayer to admit you came to terms with it just cause the other dressed in a manner your used to digesting.......
literally nothing cooler than trigun giving us a polycule with a catholic priest, a tall cutesy gun-toting girl built like a brick shit house, an angelic being who suffered more than jesus, and meryl, the only semi-normal person in the show
I should write more out of boredom, im selective with who I should write about, but im feeling..kinda...whumpish.... gaurds, put the bird man in another situation, one wasnt enough.
mm Soukoku..and Corvin... (honestly, it might be more Chuuya indulgent.. So..Dazai included, lmao??)
also please tell me if this is ooc.. (ｰдｰ)
so we all know Dazai is excellent at pissing people off, especially when it's Chuuya. He just knows how to get under the guy's skin and stay there despite how Chuuya feels about it (obviously displeased)
but to think of Chuuya and Corvin- it's probably so strange in the beginning. Honestly, at first, and let me explain, Chuuya uses his anger as a comfort, a security blanket if you will. He's not the most emotionally available dude— but he'd probably be low-key weirded out or even frustrated with how Corvin is very reciprocative, Corvin, despite essentially being raised in the Port Mafia, he still had a brother to care for, look after, and be tender with, even if things weren't particularly tender with him.
(cough cough Chuuya and Dazai)
But still, I think Chuuya would ease up, albeit slow and hesitant, Corvin remains, I totally do think they have fought before, as Chuuya never seems to turn down a solid fight, and..and I can not, not thinking about how..Corvin would of course use his talons, both feet and hands, as its just his powers, and Chuuya uses his legs as his main defense, he doesnt ever use his hands unless he genuinely thinks he has to defend himself, but honestly I think the fight would be less of a butting of head and more of a snap out of it, they both have moments of yknow—...no return—?..
I dont think it'd get that far with Chuuya, but definitely Corvin, it's easy for him to slip into it. It feels natural, honestly unrelated, but think of it like the Hulk lmao, the way Bruce Banner would literally try to shoot himself and the Hulk spits the bullet out, its a whole different side of Corvin, a protector, the harpy of course, but finishing this loop before I go off track too much, when I think of them fighting, more so Chuuya trying to drag Corvin out of his hackled state, all frayed up and keen..they both can fly-
you've ever watched how two birds spiral in mid-air whist holding onto each other and falling? fucking looks strange as hell if you cant see well or just don't know what your looking at.
mostly bald eagles do it, but it's called a death spiral, and despite its name, it's a courtship ritual, (maybe not exactly in the sense im talking about, sorta..kinda..depends on the lighting you look at it in)
it either is successful, and they part right before they hit the ground, and if the opposite, they both slap right into the ground, havent really thought about if it would go good or not.
for fun lets say they smack into the ground.
regardless, I think it'd be a little bonding moment failure or otherwise.. I think they'd have weird tender moments after that, like..okay let me paint a picture.
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after that whole squabble, patched up now, Corvin all perched up on a balcony railing, talons keeping him gripped there, feathers rustling in the wind, wings all curled around him, thumbing at a pack of lucky strike cigarettes, fiddling with the pulled up paper, thinking to himself, or disassociating, hard to tell when you walk up behind him, as Chuuya does, and of course Corvin hears the door shut, the glass softly rattles as it closes, and he peers over his shoulder a bit, a shared look before Corvin looks back out and Chuuya settles beside him, still behind the railing, they don't nessasarly apologize to one another..it wasnt really a fight, not an argument, more so a slip up, but theres a lingering unnamed tension, probably cause they both slapped against the ground like a wet sack of cement and then just didnt say a word to one another after that from possible sheer embarrassment, being so caught up with one another, lost in themselfs, just for the pavement to humble them, yeah no the'yre embarrassed.
Corvin side glances Chuuya for a long moment. He'd offer out the lucky strike pack with a bounce of his wrist and a ciggerete sliding up and presenting the filter end.
Chuuya plucks it out, he doesnt do it often, smoke.
He's irritated just enough from being caught up so stupidly like that beforehand, so he indulges on this occasion.
Corvin watches him take the cigarette and the way he places it between his lips, and the way it hangs there Chuuya looking at him expectantly.
Right, a lighter, Corvin sets his own cig in his mouth with a movement of his head dipping down and taking one from the pack, tucking the pack away in his coat and retrieving a zippo, nothing special, silver and sorta scuffed, he flicks it open and his thumb rests on the spark wheel.
The lighter coruscates and then a warm orange light flicks up with the flame, it compliments the twilight hour blue that encapsulates the building, the balcony, and the two of them, Corvin leans in slow, wings moving out of the way, facing the man he shares the balcony with, and Chuuya looks between the flame that sways and undulates, and the face that is..well..two cigarettes away.
which is roughly 6 inches away.
That embarrassment is surging up a bit. He feels it in his ribcage more precisely in the back of his diaphragm. He realizes it's the breath he let go and hasn't taken back.
Ciggerete ends meeting a tad, Chuuyas brows furrowing slightly, watching the ends light up, and he inhales finally. The ache in his ribs goes away a bit with the inhale despite it being with smoke, and his eyes flick up, and he gets first glances at how Corvin is looking at him. It's not a glance. it's an observation. it's a search that holds a certain yearning to it.. a vauge smitten stare that makes Chuuya look away and pull the cigarette from his mouth and exhale.
The clink of the lighter closing, a quiet ruffle of it being pocketed.
Blinking a bit and staring down at the road below, watching the lights of cars dance past streetlights, and as he stares at the ground, his brain chimes in with 'yeah you hit that with him earlier..' and he scoffs and stares up at the way the sun basks down into the horizon line, the night cradling the fading glow of the setting sun.
'You also flopped around like an idiot with him in the sky yknow before you hit the ground.'
He just shuts his eyes, taking another drag off his cigarette, letting it rest in his slightly curled index and middle finger, brows still knitted together a tad.
Corvin has not looked away, not even after being essentially caught in the act. He's thinking the same things unbeknownst to the both of them, but instead of flittering away from it, he just..keeps going, staring unabashedly before he lets his eyes just trail away, staring off as well.
Somehow, the ciggerete doesn't ease up on the tension he feels coiled up in his spine. He wants to kick the bird boy and watch him flutter stupidly to regain balance, and hell, he shifts back and faces Corvin, letting his cigarette hang between his lips before shifting a leg back and just before he can raise it.
Just before Corvin can fully look over again and tilt his head in that owlish manner.
The balcony door swings open, and they both look over, and its that oh so familiar bandaged figure, he totally came waltzing by and spotted them both just sat with one another, did he watch that gay ass moment of lighting the cigarettes? ppff... maybe, but he's here, and he's got that grin on his face.
yknow the kind that makes Chuuya wanna bite the filter of the ciggerete between his teeth cause he already knows some bullshit is bouta conspire.
A luring, teasing tone, speaks up, asking what's going on, Chuuya rolls his eyes, but Corvin smiles with familiarity at Dazai, and Dazai does what he does best with Chuuya, getting under his skin, nudging his side maybe a tad too hard, that smug smirk, and narrowed eyes that borow into the side of Chuuyas skull.
Makes him wanna slap the back of his hand against the guys face. He almost does until Corvin speaks up, that hushed raspy tone, kinda grounding in this time and place, answering with the simple words of "just unwinding" and Dazai is just fed fire wood, its two words but Dazai can go off of anything, or nothing really.
Dazai scoots up in between the two of them, leaning against the railing, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers, looking between the two, Chuuya almost seethes, nose crinkling, hes bouta give that kick he wanted to give Corvin to this bastard.
maybe off the damn balcony!
but Dazai interrupts and chirps up. "Soo...heard about you both kissing the concrete, literally.." staring ahead, outwardly pleased with himself.
the two other men freeze and just sorta blank out for a moment, Corvin just shakes his head and looks away, he adverts his gaze this time as he takes a drag off his cigarette, Chuuya on the other hand is three seconds away from taking this cigarette in his hands and stubbing it out on this blockhead and stomping off.
but almost every time he is about to resort to that security blanket of anger. Corvin comes about, and it drags Chuuya back a bit, and damn it if it's not kinda infuriating with this whiplash between being ready to slap the bandages of Dazais face and being grounded by a presence that was raised to linger.
Corvin drags a big wing up and covers up Dazai's form, heavy enough to make ones knees buckle if not ready for it, and Dazai was, in fact, not ready, and he gets toppled by the feathered appendage, and he laughs, Corvin absentmindedly jostles him about with his wing and yeah Dazai could easily just turn his ability on but his wing is soft and hes not actually being tossed around.
Each time, without fail, like Corvin can tell, he slips closer, and black feathers obscure Chuuyas vison. He leans up off the railing a bit in a moment of being caught off guard before he knows it or can protest the wing scoops his lithe figure in closer, envelopes him within the curled anatomy of his wings, now just like Dazai he could easily get out if this and go off and do literally anything else.
Chuuya feels this pang of jealousy that he swallows down a bit and huffs cigarette smoke out, his nose crinkling a bit, stubbing the cigarette out and flicking the butt of it off the balcony, head turned away, Dazai's laughter ringing in his ears and it makes him wanna leap off this damn balcony just to get away from it.
from him.
but it's warm.. and soft, and Corvin smells like tobacco.. and something vanilla... no spicier than that, cinnamon, maybe? he subconsciously leans in and takes a slow intake of air, eyes fluttering shut to focus, Corvin has his hands in his pockets, leaned bacj against the railings as he stands now, one wing curled in and around Chuuya and the other playfully bats Dazai around, and the air stills for a moment.
Chuuya opens his eyes and realizes that damned laugh isn't sounding anymore, and he tilts and turns his head before looking down and Corvin tussled Dazai around enough and on the ground that his head appears in the curled one that holds Chuuya's form, brunette hair splayed back and that shit eatting grin plastered on his face, cause he knows Chuuyas enjoying it, and thats just hilarious to him.
The grinning doesn't even stop as Chuuya kicks the top of Dazais head to push him back out of the curled space of Corvins wing, with a 'bonk bonk bonk' of his shoe meeting his dome.
Dazai just chuckles and moves out of the space just to appear even closer, standing up now, wrapping an arm around Chuuyas shoulder and giving a rather rough noogie more knuckle than ruffling of the hair, Corvins wing span is big enough for two in one wing, he just sorta watches them squabble and curse at one another as they essentially slap fight one another, no space to really do anything other than shove on one another or bonk heads, literally and figuratively.
Corvin laughs, a soft sound, and his other wing moves and scoops Dazai away from Chuuya, Chuuya is huffing softly, glaring over at Dazai, and of course Dazai is grinning like an idiot still..
Corvin has slowly sneaked his way to be in between now, the middle man if you will.
He looks between them. They still blabber at one another, insults and rather empty threats, not that they wouldn't carry them out if it came down to it..
In this moment, it's empty.
Corvin looks between them and then curls the wing around Chuuya up a bit more and leans down and presses a chaste little smooch to his hairline, and Chuuya just...short circuits, and stammers a bit, forgetting what he was so mad about, and Dazai practically cackles at him but its not long before Corvin does the exact same thing to him, brushing some hair away to kiss his forehead and he also freezes up a bit and does that stare off into nothing.
Corvin just sorta smiles triumphantly at himself, his wings curl adoringly around these two idiots at his side, and they settle down a bit, sorta closed away from the world.
His hands fold out of his pockets, and both palms rest on their cheeks. He feels two separate reactions.
one pauses and shifts back for a moment before throwing reputation to the wind and leaning in a bit, pressing cheek to palm. He can feel the apple of their cheek firm up with a smile.
the other almost immediately leans into it without hesitation, face turning into the palm, pressing into it, hand over face, and he can feel the lashes blink against his digits.
a slow night, that previous tension has finally eased, maybe spiraling towards their possible death wasnt so bad if it ended up this way, and then he feels his shoulder stiffen up with an ache and is reminded he is wrong, you fell stories to the ground bird brain.
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I painted more than I anticipated... I need to watch more of bsd so I can hyper analyze these freaks and then put the bird man in yet another situation. <3
cause whata mean ill openly admit, admire, point and stare at a woman i love so so much, just wow woman look at her, no one has ever womaned as much as her oh goodness gracious, love her..my wife..wife..sighh...my wife..everything shes ever put on and since the lady wears it..its perfect..perfect lady...
but as soon as it's a man, I'll just spiral?...like...wha..nooo...B.. you're better than this..a man?? man?? no B..but hes stupid..and selfless and..and.aan..NO get a hold of yourself IDIOT you're falling for TRICKS and SCHEMES your foolish mind cant grasp cause your too focused on HIP DIPS AND GAY GRINS YOU IDIOT.
hes also my wife but NOOO not that..not a man...why that man? ..mm..malewife..<3
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