imagine... being a reader with a head full of wild, defiant curls.
You have a whole ritual for them: creams, gels, prayer. It’s a battle every morning to get them to behave, to form defined, soft curls instead of a glorious, fluffy cloud. But today? Today is your day off. You woke up grumpy, your energy reserves are at zero, and the idea of spending an hour in the bathroom fighting with your hair feels like a cosmic injustice.
So you don't.
You pull on a hoodie, push your feet into slides, and brave the common area for breakfast with your hair in its completely natural, undefined state. It’s a voluminous, frizzy halo around your head, and you truly could not care less. You just need coffee.
You’re fumbling with the machine when Enjin walks in. He stops, looks you up and down, and a slow, shit-eating grin spreads across his face.
Without a word, he walks right up to you, reaches out, and just... plunges his whole hand into the side of your hair, ruffling it aggressively.
"Whoa. What is this?" he laughs, his fingers getting lost in the curls.
You immediately swat his arm away, your face heating up. "Get your damn grease-stained hands out of my hair!"
He pulls his hand back, still grinning. "Feels like a cleaning brush. A really angry one."
"You're an ass," you snap, turning back to the coffee. "Don't touch me."
He just leans against the counter, watching you. "Relax. It's kind of funny. You look like a pissed-off hedgehog."
That's the last straw. In a flash, you lunge for him, your hands aiming straight for his perfectly messy blonde spikes. "Oh yeah? How do you like it?!"
He yelps, dodging backward with a surprised laugh. "Hey! Watch the goods!"
What follows is a chaotic chase around the kitchen island. You're both laughing and breathless as you finally corner him, your fingers successfully diving into his hair and thoroughly demolishing his style. He lets you, his hands on your waist to steady you both, a wide, unreserved grin on his face as he looks down at you, your cheeks flushed, your wild hair even wilder now.
"Okay, okay! Truce!" he finally gasps, still chuckling. When you pull your hands back, he doesn't let go of your waist. His gaze softens, just a bit.
"Y'know," he says, his voice a little lower. "It's actually kinda cute. All... big and crazy like that. Suits you."
Before you can process it, he lets go, snatches the first mug of coffee, and takes a sip.
guysssss I’m having ideas- concept for how it could go
mapic stumbles across zam in the nether and that’s how he finds zaun
red flowers start showing up and zam just stares so heavily at them and stutters asking, hopeing derap placed them there
zam spends Christmas in exile, he puts up a tree with fancy white lights wrapped around fully decorated and on the morning of he sees he got two presents, one wrapped in blue and one wrapped in red
mapics sneaking into vc with him excusing it as his ruling decrees despite him being exiled but some oddly specific questions are being asked which mapic shouldn’t know anything about
one day in exile flame, who wants derap dead, enters the place seeing zam and completely ignores him, choosing to chase after derap instead
derap calls for zam to help but when zam turns to chase he’s greeted with mapic standing in front of him
mapics not fighting him but he won’t let him pass, putting him in cobwebs and using a kb sword to push him back, zams distraught not wanting to fight mapic but needing to run past to help derap
deraps on the run with flame close behind trying to get to an escape tunnel he set up in the forest while mapic makes zam talk as they’re still at the hill
zam doesn’t want to talk but than mapic asks zam to let derap die for him
zams breath hitches, stops trying to run and turns to look at mapic, he doesn’t know what to do but he knows what mapic just said, he knows the underlying meaning of those words
zam can’t believe mapics asking him to choose him over his own team
Hello! I saw your post about requests and I'm here with a few fluffy prompts! (I'll probably submit them individually since that's probably easier to keep track of??)
Okay, so! I'd love to see the kids in the Cleaners find a cat and sneak it into headquarters! And Enjin is that guy who originally said he "definitely did not want that cat" but now he loves it more than anyone and he's its favorite human!
A/N: Thank you so much for this adorable request and all of the other ones you sent, anon! This was such a joy to write. I hope I did your cute idea justice😭
We’re Not Keeping It.
You should’ve known something was up the second Guita ran past you with that suspiciously guilty look —the one she wore right before something exploded or Enjin started yelling.
“Guita,” you called.
“Nothing!” she squeaked, way too fast.
Dear trailed behind her, silent as usual, arms hidden behind his oversized overalls. You noticed the tiny movement —a small, careful shuffle, like he was cradling something.
“...Guys.” You stepped closer. “What did you do?”
“Promise you won’t get mad,” Guita blurted.
“Uh oh,” you muttered. “That’s never a good start.”
Guita opened her jacket like she was revealing treasure. Inside was a trembling, scruffy little kitten with a patchy coat and huge eyes. It meowed weakly.
You gasped, hand flying to your chest.
.
.
“Oh my God. She's so cute!”
Dear sucked on his pacifier and looked away like this is already a mistake, but he didn’t stop you when you scooped the kitten up. She was freezing, so light it hurt your heart a little.
You cradled the kitten against your chest, and she immediately burrowed into your arms, purring weakly. Your heart basically exploded on the spot.
“She was in the trash piles!” Guita said, bouncing on her toes. “She was all alone, so we took her, right Dear?”
Dear gave the tiniest nod, eyes soft for a second before he frowned again —probably realizing how ridiculous this was going to get.
You smiled down at the kitten, who purred against your chest. “We’ll get you some food, okay, sweetie?”
That was the plan —sneak into the kitchen, grab something small, and figure out what to do next.
Except your stealth mission lasted exactly thirty seconds.
“Oi.”
.
.
Enjin’s voice made you freeze instantly. You turned slowly.
He stood in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrow raised, looking like he’d already aged ten years.
“What the hell is this?”
You hid the kitten behind your back. “...Nothing.”
A loud meow betrayed you.
Enjin stared. “...You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Okay, hear us out—” you started.
“Nope.” He pointed a finger at you. “Absolutely not. I don’t even need to hear it.”
Guita immediately stepped in front of you. “Justlistenshewasdyingoutthere, andshewasmeowingandDearlooked sadand—”
(Translation: Just listen! She was dying out there, and she was meowing and Dear looked sad and—)
Dear scowled at her, clearly denying the “looked sad” part, and popped his pacifier once like don’t drag me into this.
Enjin pinched the bridge of his nose. “No way. We’re not keeping a cat in HQ. We’ve already got you two gremlins running around breaking things.”
Guita gasped. “Hey!”
You tried to butt in. “But she’s cold—”
“I don’t care.”
“She’s adorable—”
“Still don’t care.”
“She’s hungry,” you said softly this time, ignoring his tone. You held up the kitten so he could see her face. “Look at her. She’s just a baby.”
The kitten blinked at him. Tiny. Fragile. Unimpressed.
Enjin blinked back. Then sighed. “No. Absolutely not. She’s not staying here.”
“But—”
“No ‘buts.’ We don’t have space. We don’t have time. We— stop making that face.”
You weren’t making a face. (You totally were.)
“Enjin,” you said, using your gentlest voice, “she won’t survive out there.”
“Not my problem.”
“You’re heartless.”
“ehh.” (🤷♂️)
.
The kitten meowed again — a sad, pathetic little sound that could’ve melted solid metal. Enjin visibly winced.
And just like that, you knew he’d lost.
.
“..Fine,” he muttered. “One night. That’s it. If that thing shits somewhere, you’re all cleaning the hallways for a week.”
Guita fist-pumped. Dear let out the tiniest relieved breath through his pacifier.
That night, “one night” turned into something else.
You woke up to find Enjin sitting cross-legged on the couch, the kitten fast asleep in his lap, wrapped in his jacket. He was pretending to read, eyes fixed on the page, but one hand absentmindedly scratched behind her ears.
Guita was watching from the doorway, grinning so wide you thought her face might split.
Dear stood beside her, expression perfectly flat — though the corner of his mouth twitched like he wanted to smirk.
You leaned against the wall, whispering, “Told you he’d like her.”
Enjin didn’t even look up. “Don’t start.”
“She loves you already,” you teased.
“Yeah, well, she’s got bad taste.”
The kitten purred louder.
Dear popped his pacifier once, slow and deliberate, like punctuation to the moment.
Guita whispered, “We should totally name her Trashy.”
Enjin groaned. “You’re all banned from naming things.”
You smiled. “We’ll think of something better later.”
He didn’t answer. Just kept petting the cat he “didn’t want,” pretending he didn’t care.
A week later.
Trashy —yes, the name stuck despite Enjin’s protests —had somehow claimed Enjin as hers.
Every morning, she followed him everywhere: to the workshop, the briefing room, even the training grounds. If someone tried to move her, she’d hiss until Enjin called her back with a gruff, “C’mere, furball.”
He’d roll his eyes, muttering about “clingy animals,” but he’d scoop her up anyway —one hand under her belly, the other scratching her chin.
You caught them one afternoon, Enjin working at his desk with Trashy perched on his shoulder like a tiny queen. He was tinkering with a gadget, muttering about “adjusting the coils,” while she batted at the screwdriver in his hand.
“Don’t distract me,” he grumbled.
She meowed once —that bossy little sound.
Enjin sighed. “Yeah, yeah. You’re cute, whatever.”
When he noticed you watching, he scowled. “What?”
“Nothing,” you said, smiling. “Just enjoying the view of a tough, scary guy being best friends with a cat.”
He clicked his tongue and went back to his work, but you saw the faintest smile tug at his lips as Trashy curled against his neck.
Dear passed by, gave Enjin the most unimpressed look imaginable, and popped his pacifier — once, sharp.
Guita burst out laughing. “They’re inseparable!”
Enjin threw a wrench at her (gently). “Get out of my workshop!”
Trashy meowed.
And somehow, the sound softened him again — just a little.
You couldn’t help but think that, in a place full of junk and ghosts of the past, they’d all found something worth keeping.
Listen. I get it. Gachiakuta is this brilliant, beautiful, shiny new anime that we've all just discovered. And you know what comes with a new fandom? A DROUGHT. A vast, empty desert of content where you're scavenging for scraps like we're in the Abyss ourselves.
You have that one specific scenario living in your head rent-free. That one dynamic you're just dying to read about. That self-indulgent, maybe-a-little-cringe idea you're too shy to write yourself.
I AM YOUR GIRL.
I want to be buried under asks. I want my inbox to look as chaotic as the Junkyard. I want to feel OVERWORKED. I want to open Tumblr and see a line of requests so long it makes me giddy.
So please. PLEASE.
Do you want a fluffy oneshot? A headcanon list? Some angsty hurt/comfort? A specific AU? A reader with a specific trait?
I AM HERE. I AM READY. I AM DESPERATE.
Don't be shy. Let me cook for you. My pen is poised and my Google Docs are open.
REQUEST GUIDELINES & MY DNI ARE PINNED ON MY BLOG! Now come on, let's make some food for this starving fandom together.
been thinking of an au of battle mage ro who’s like the only wizard that spent his whole life training in only offensive magic which makes him like a decade ahead of every other mage in combat
he’s also very willing to do self sacrificing spells which can wipe out entire cities/towns
ro has a deal with witch zam, who specializes in curses, since the day they met and found out they both dabble in ancient spells, ro asked zam to test resurrection spells on him so he can keep testing combat spells without the worry of death
zam would occasionally get a letter about twice a year saying “if this reached you, I’m dead” and would pause what he was doing to resurrect ro
after the 12th time zam practically perfects it, making sure ro’s mana flow is better than ever and in return ro goes on a murder spree on the people who won’t leave zam alone
when ro’s not laying his life on the line he’s partnered with relentless warrior mapic fighting whoever they both see fit
when ro dies on the field, mapic usually waits a week for him to show up again but from how frequent it starts happening, as ro loves to destroy many kingdoms, mapic goes straight to witch zams house who ro told him about after his 3rd resurrection partnered with him
mapic learns zam actually resurrects ro within one day and they both learn the letters actually take 5 days to arrive to zams place as ro just hasn’t optimized his mana infused letter since he was too occupied with learning more ancient combat spells
obviously instead of fixing the system he lets mapic keep travelling to zam and both mapic and zam fall into a routine of mapic showing up, drinking a cup of hot cocoa while telling zam how ro died as zam preps for ro’s revival
no one actually attempts resurrections since it goes terribly and mapic seems to think both ro and zam are stupid for continuously using cursed magic and suffering tremendously until it was right
the only person who knows outside of those 3 that zam can revive anyone perfectly (yes mapic did die in battle once and ro made zam resurrect him to laugh at him but zam did it so well mapic made them keep it a secret) was alchemist spoke
spoke is mapics potion supply guy who makes the oddest not normal potions ever but mapic always finds a way to use them in battle so he became his number one customer
due to a faulty package delivery, one of spokes very dangerous customers killed him for wasting their money and time
mapic spent a month trying different potion suppliers after his death but there was way too many issues aka it being too pricey, too long of a delivery, part faulty potions, not enough stock and not to mention being put on a waiting list
he was so tired he just dragged ro with him to zams place one day and asked him to resurrect spoke, zam surprisingly knew who mapic was talking about and had realized why he didn’t get his pending delivery yet
so as zam really didn’t want to go through the same hell mapic was ranting about going through with finding another alchemist, he resurrects spoke without question
spoke, who upon living again, takes a breath of fresh air and fully crashes out about what happened to him unprompted
as spoke wraps up his rage while having a nice meal in zams garden, he promptly questions why witch zam, his regular customer, is insanely proficient at resurrections
basically after a quick explanation zam now gets 50% off discounts on all potions, mapic said he was the one to bring spoke to zam so he should get it too but spoke convinced him that he and ro would get the discount after spokes dangerous customer who killed him dies a horrific death
all in all battle mage ro has an amazing time messing with ancient spells while using spokes discounted cursed potions to cause mayhem without fearing death in the slightest
“…but I like doings things alone, I’ve been doing everything alone so far, I feel like I should keep doing things alone-”
“we’re like twins omg!!!”
“yeah *laughs* yeahh after I said that I was like wait I know someone who- waittt *laughs*”
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“even though he spawned a bunch of wardens and.. yknow destroyed the world- I trust him”
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oh I’m so unwell with these statements and the insinuations of causing the least direct damage to each other
the way there’s still 8k name tags and him denying zams request by saying it would only cause more suffrage and than to offer a gunpowder farm to alleviate a portion of pain his wardens caused
subz who only ever shares his stuff when zams around, otherwise his stuff stays unmoved or burned, to keep the items he got for himself but there is still a warped tear in his resolve
he gives when asked if he so decides, but to only zam he gives without a word spoken
to be so painfully similar that he’s moving faster than he thinks, offering a relief and a temporary refocus
when nothing could rationalize this action but a feeling, a deep understanding that is something so unsettling it will not be prodded at, a feeling that will not get an explanation, only a feeling built over many many years and intertwined tales that the feeling will remain buried
though he will still act upon that feeling whenever it decides to unfurl itself
imagine just all the zams- like s2 zam of mob, early and late s3 zams like cleanser and empire, the 4 versions TA/castle, eclipse, solarunion & wormhole s4 zams, the 3 pirate, abyss and joker zams
they all get thrown into s6 right infront of paladin zam
he has to deal with 10 past zams wondering how they got there and he freaks the hell out, in turn shoving them into his prismarine base
on the tab list it only shows as one zam so no one notices and paladin zam has to use fear tactics to keep them in his base away from everyone since he has no idea what would happen if they die since the server isn't recognizing them as a player
the pure chaos of 10 zams conversing and figuring out their timelines while paladin zam puts all his plans on pause
the 10 zams are having the time of their lives finding out what their future self did and paladin zam is freaking out cause if he returns them back in time it messes everything up
wormhole zam is the one to tell paladin zam it will be fine cause of different timelines so really nothing is actually corrupted so he calms down
than at the calmest point mapic logs in and a third of the zams screams while the others cheer and paladin zams heart drops cause of course the only person who knows of his base had logged on
paladin zam going through loops attending to the zams never ending questions and accommodations while actively ignoring every other player trying to converse with him
that is until mapic whispers to him about needing help, he drops everything, telling the other zams to stay put and rushes over to mapics coords, only to be greeted by 7 mapics
empire mapic says he can kill bfb now easily with his new army and paladin zam yanking him away to talk about the reality of the situation while TA mapic stares him down
TA mapic is scary and paladin zam wants to leave immediately and not entertaining empire mapics idea in the slightest so they end up arguing a good chunk away from the mapics
due to rising tension, paladin zam may have said a little too loudly about all the other zams being thrown here as well and now the 1 on 1 discussion became 6 on 1 as the other mapics shoved empire mapic to the side asking paladin zam to show them where their timeline zams are
paladin zam instantly hides behind empire mapic as he gets bombarded with questions, empire mapic thinks it would be funny to see TA mapic meet TA & eclipse zams while paladin zam strongly shakes his head
the zams are getting restless, the mapics are too eager to get answers to their questions, empire mapic is not helping paladin zam get to any sound conclusion and the looming possibility of everything going wrong grows stronger with every second
witch zam moving from village to village to hide from witch hunter mapic, they met coincidentally when the village zam was hiding in had discovered zam was a witch and was in the middle of trying to burn him at the stake
zam stopped joking with the villagers as his adrenaline kicked in seeing mapic arrive furious while demanding why the village didn't report the location of a witch, for not reporting a highly wanted witch, mapic sets the village on fire and zam slips through the madness while a bunch of villagers get murdered in the process
the villagers usually are dumbfounded by how open zam is about being a witch with the very obvious way he decorates his home among them and they feel very conflicted since he helps the village a ton which leads them to delaying reporting him for how much the village thrives while he's there
mapic doesn't know zams name since he's never been reported before but he can recognize almost everything about the guy, so his organization sent him out to blindly find him roaming about, he also blamed the villages getting destroyed on zam making zam a top priority witch which unfortunately means mapics stuck hunting him until he's dead instead of going for other witches
aka zams getting every village he hides in screwed over by not concealing his identity well enough (at all) and mapic is getting more irritated by no one reporting zam cause it's making his job unnecessarily difficult
