#alternative scenario

[landosonlyfan]

Omega Lando being possessive over his team so he uses his slick to mark them in public

[autoacafiles]

(For the record, the Coalition of Planets does not exist in the canon, just in this side continuity.)

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Guess what I just watched????? And now of course, here we are.

So! What if Mickey fell down that hole, the creepers save him, but he decides to stay. He doesn’t wanna die anymore. Doesn’t want this life to end just yet and lose it again.

He misses Nasha terribly but he just can’t bring himself to go back. Not today at least. Maybe not ever again. He’s probably already been reprinted anyway, not much harm in him not going back.

The creepers don’t seem to be too fussed with him sticking around, leaving him to his own devices for the most part. They only ever took the time to share their food with him, a root of some kind that grew deeper in the caves and was (thankfully) safe for him to eat.

He was used to tasteless and sometimes bitter food thanks to the rations on board the ship, and quite honestly the root wasn’t too bad. Had a bit of spice to it that was more flavour than Mickey was used to.

The cold was easier to deal with in the caves, no biting winds or constant snow down there. Plus the creepers let him huddle up with them, the babies coming closer cause they didn’t have the fur that the big ones had just yet.

The biggest didn’t seem happy about it but again, was more content to let him stay around since he helped keep the babies warm and kept them outta trouble.

All in all, it actually wasn’t that bad of an existence. Borderline better than his previous one if he was being honest. No fear of going off to die the second he woke up. No need to do the countless, painful, tests and experiments that science wanted him for.

Just… normal, living. Kinda. Still better than nothing though.

[acutemushroom]

Hashira Guytaro Headcannons !

This whole brainrot has been inspired by @ghooostea 's amazing design ! Big kudos to them 💕😊!

Story Wise HC

He is the Poison Hashira. To survive in the slums, he had to be polyvalent and know how to improvise. So his breathing style picks up from a lot of others'. Notably : Water, Wind, Flower.

I'm messing up the timeline here, but he was born in like 15 years before the end of thee Meiji era. He takes Kouchou's place as an Hashira (and she's a demon here). Thus, he is the one in charge of the Butterfly, now Venom, Mansion. It's also still the residential infirmery. Gyutaro is far from a healer, but he does know a bunch about plants and there is an actual medical staff in residence so...

(The Butterfly girls are still present in this AU though. They're just little venom girls here 😊)

I don't think I surprise anyone when I say him and Sanemi don't get along ? He understands not wanting their little sibling to risk their life. But like, c'mon Sanemi ! He's your little brother !

On the other side, he does have respect for Rengoku. His overcheery personality gets on his nerve, but he does respect him.

He absolutely did not want or support Ume in becoming a Slayer. He finally could give her a good and stable life, was it so hard for her not to have a death wish ?! Did she listen to him ? Absolutely not. When she passed the final selection, everyone thought that Gyutaro would take her on as his tsuguko. Don't know what they actually expected because he utterly refused. (Mitsuri Rengoku ? (maybe) jumped on the occasion and took Ume under his wing)

In general, Gyutaro did not really care about having a tsuguko, never wished for one.

That changed when Tanjiro came into the picture. He though that would just be one boring meeting, like usual. Then he saw the kid scream and trash in attempt to protect his little sister. Gyutaro naturally went "Mine. My tsuguko now."

Personality Wise HC

He's the resident Big Brother™️. He's a big tsundere about it, but it doesn't fool anyone. Especially when he's constantly bringing in orphans from his missions.

Gyutaro is constantly getting on his swordsmith's nerves. After effect from growing up in the slums, but he'll use everything until it's literally unusable. So, he often waits until his scythes are literal steel dust to commission others. Ume, and later Tanjiro, are frequently getting behind his back and commissioning him backups. Everytime he goes to the swordsmiths' village, he's in for a scolding because of that.

Sadly, be it as a demon or as a hashira, his self-esteem is next to none existant. While he did get some weigh after joining the corps, he still rations himself heavily and such. Partly out of habit, mostly because he doesn't think he deserves such "luxuries as a comfy life"

Because of that, Gyutaro is unable to understand to people might sought his companionship. Or even find him attractive or try to court him. I mean, he is a big brother to the core, has a gravely voice and a slender with muscles phsyique. No surprise he has a fanclub! Try to make him understand that however...

The rest of his personality didn't really change from canon, actually. He's just a bit softer and more peaceful now. Still is a miracle he doesn't have gray hair from Ume's and the kids he adopts' antics ! XD

Edit : I updated this AU and Mitsuri is a demon so she can't be the one who trained Ume. Still not sure who, though...

[ordinarynightmare]

Joe: “Well this isn’t exactly the way I pictured our reunion going.”

Vito: “Honestly, with the way life’s been treating me lately, I was kind of expecting something to go wrong.”

Joe: “You expected this?!”

Vito: “Oh no, the kidnapping and attempted murder was definitely a surprise, I assure you.”

Prompt

[creamypudding]

I really was hopeful that this was where things were going when cloud gave zack a ride :( that he’d either take him to his place or that zack would invite him in but I forgot for a second that it was slow burn (I’m loving it tho) I both love and hate how blind cloud can be sometimes to the obvious signs zack is trying to throw his way 😭

Also I want to kick both of these boys asses for being so self depricating and believing that they’re not worthy of being loved

What if... 

--- The rain pelted down. His vision behind his visor swam. Fenrir balked. Cloud jerked and brought his bike back under control. This weather was horrible and downright dangerous to ride in. The barracks was a forty-minute ride away--his place only ten.  “I’m gonna take us back to my place. It’s not safe,” he shouted and hoped Zack would hear and not think he was about to be kidnapped. Cloud steered off into a side street and headed for home with a robust rev of his engine. Zack held on tight. The feel of him was so good. It kept the chill out of Cloud. He loved how tight Zack held on to him--’Focus’ he told himself and made sure to get them back to his place in one piece. He pulled into the underground garage, found his parking spot and came to a standstill.  “Where are we?” Zack said as he jittered behind Cloud. Cloud took off his helmet. “I took us back to mine. It’s not safe to ride right now. The rains too much. I’ll take you back to the barracks when the rain eases off. I hope that’s okay,” he said as he watched and felt Zack dismount from Fenrir. He reached out and steadied Zack, who looked wobbly on his feet. “Careful.” “Th-thanks, C-c-cloud.” “C’mon. You can have a hot shower at my place.” Cloud dismounted and rubbed himself to keep warm. he was used to cold weather but had to admit that the rain and wind had made even him freeze. His fingers felt like ice blocks, despite the gloves. He hated to imagine what it must be like for Zack. He led the way--”Oh... I’m... sorry. There’s no elevator. We’re gonna have to climb the stairs.” Zack chuckled. “M-maybe it’ll w-warm m-m-me u-u-up.” “I hope so.” They ascended. Slowly. Cloud could see what a struggle it was for Zack. He could see how Zack tried to play it cool. He heard the grumble and snap in the way Zack muttered about why there were so many stairs. “Sorry,” is the only thing he could really respond with. But Zack smiled. They got to Cloud’s apartment and Cloud hurried to provide Zack with a towel and... much to his chagrin, Zack’s clothes he still had in his chest of drawers. He hoped Zack wouldn’t say anything and hid them under the towel. But it wasn't to be because once he said, “Here. I’ve got some clothes for you too,” Zack, of course, looked at the clothes. “Hey, these look like mine. My favorite shirt?” “I, uh... Go have a shower.” He pushed Zack toward the bathroom--gently though, as Zack seemed unsteady still. “What about you?” “I’m okay. I’ll just get changed. My clothes are pretty weather-proof.” And so Cloud left Zack to shower while he got changed and tried to warm up with a hot cup of coffee. he also made Zack a hot chocolate. “Here,’ he said once Zack came out with rosy cheeks which were accentuated by the red shirt he wore. Zack looked so good in his clothes. That shirt hugged him nicely. Maybe it sat a little too big, but Cloud stared at Zack’s arms for maybe a little too long as Zack reached for and took the mug. “I can’t believe you had my favorite shirt!” “Your favorite shirt?” Cloud grew mortified. “Yeah. I thought I lost it. How’d you get it?” “I um... remember when there was the bad rainstorm and I got soaked?” Zack looked thoughtful. he drank the steaming hot drink. “Oh yeah.” He chuckled. “Kinds fitting to get it back now that I got all wet.” Cloud chuckled too at that and felt relieved that all his worst thoughts about having held on to the clothes for too long didn’t seem to eventuate. “Good thing I held onto them.” “Mm.” Zack looked around as they stood and drank. “Nice apartment.” “Thanks.” He looked around as well and then back at Zack--”Oh... my number’s washed off.” “Hmm?” Zack looked at Cloud and then at his hand as he held his mug. “Oh yeah. It must have happened in the rain. Lucky you brought me to your place or I’ve gotten back to mine and I wouldn’t’ve been able to call you.” A soft smile played on Zack’s lips. Cloud’s heart thundered. It was surreal to have Zack in his apartment. “Let’s sit down. We can watch something while we wait for the storm to pass.” And so they did. They sat next to each other. Zack scooched closer. “Thanks for bringing me here. I kind of didn’t want the night to end.” Cloud gulped. “I’m, uh... glad I could make you warm.” “You make me so warm, Cloud.” Zack slipped his free hand onto Cloud’s knee. Cloud gulped harder. His body felt electric. Zack’s touch seared into his slacks. “You... me too.” Was Zack somehow moving closer? His nose almost touched Cloud’s. Cloud leaned back a little. But not much. Zack gave him a fleeting smile and pulled back. Cloud didn’t like that. he leaned in and followed. “Zack,” he said and laid his hand on Zack’s that still sat on his knee. “Mm?” was all that Zack said as his gaze lingered on Cloud’s lips. Cloud gulped. The damn lump wouldn’t leave his throat. Zack was so close. So hot. Cloud licked his lips. His heart thundered. Zack also licked his lips. “Cloud,” Zack husked. The sound went straight to Cloud’s groin. He leaned in a fraction closer. Their noses brushed together. To hell with being cautious. To hell with being scared of getting hurt. Cloud wanted Zack so much. The heavily lidded blue eyes that looked back at him with longing were enough. Cloud wanted to taste--he pushed and pressed his lips to Zack’s. There was no negative recourse. Zack breathed in deep, hummed, and leaned into Cloud and into the kiss. He... kissed back. Butterflies erupted inside of Cloud. His heart could have stopped. Zack swiped his tongue against Cloud’s mouth. Cloud opened and took in Zack’s sweet, chocolate taste for a moment before they pulled apart. “I love you,” Zack quietly murmured.  A high-pitched ring rose in Cloud’s ears. He stared, bewildered. Had he heard right? “Y-you...” “Love you. I love you.” Zack looked back, his cheeks splashed with crimson. Cloud let out a held-in breath. He smiled through the noise in his head. “I... love you too.” The smile on Zack’s lips unfurled, spread, engulfed. Zack dove in and kissed Cloud--they pulled apart with small shouts as Zack’s drink spilled all over them. They laughed “Don’t suppose you have another set of pants lying around for me, huh?” “No.” Cloud got up to go to the kitchen and help Zack get himself and the lounge cleaned up. “You can always not wear pants while you’re here.” Zack laughed at that. “Maybe.” ---- My fingers slipped and now I have written a thing. You are welcome. Thank you for getting in touch  ❤️😆

[autoacafiles]