How Would Wagner, Orie, And Kaguya React To Their S/o Collecting Video Games And Consoles? What If He

how would wagner, orie, and kaguya react to their s/o collecting video games and consoles? What if he gives them handhelds or consoles for them to play? What games would they be into?

I like this concept quite a lot! Unfortunately both fatigue from the event (I'll make a masterlist specifically for that later) and writer's block have stopped me from writing since it ended. I'll be getting back into it as best I can with the turn of the new month.

-Wagner really has no time for such base pleasures like a video game. As the heiress to her family fortune/reputation and the sword of the Licht Kreis she must devote her entire existence to preserving their honor.

-At least that's what she tells herself. Then she started dating you and when the topic of hobbies eventually came up she learned you were a collector. She had to admit, now that she knew you and accepted you, more so than anyone else alive, she'd at least check it out. She at least owed it to her S/O to entertain the things they enjoyed.

-She didn't particularly know what to expect, but she certainly didn't expect to see an entire room filled wall to wall with consoles and games. She was far from an expert on the matter (she didn't know the first god damn thing) but she was pretty impressed by the fact she could tell there were things in there from all eras of gaming, spanning pretty far back.

-She can kind of justify it in her head now if she thinks of it the same way someone would want to collect rocks or seashells. You'll probably never get to playing ALL of them, but just having them is pretty cool.

-Wagner becomes even more surprised when you offer to give her a little something from your collection. She didn't come off as the type to enjoy a video game, at least she didn't think she did...well, if you were the one offering, she wasn't in a position to say no. Besides, with the sheer amount of options she has\ here she reckons there's gotta be something that might appeal to her.

-After thinking it over for a bit you come to the conclusion that if you wanted to get Wagner to play a game, it needed to serve some kind of purpose other than fun. It needed to do something for her. You eventually came to one conclusion of the ideal game for her.

-Animal Crossing.

-You gave her an old spare 3DS you had on hand with Animal Crossing to go with it. You figured with her infamously fiery temper it'd help her to have a game to help calm down. That and you feared that if you gave her anything else she'd get frustrated and accidentally burn it to cinders.

-It works out surprisingly well, even you're surprised. She gets super into it and starts to rely on it for stress relief. Obviously she's not letting ANYONE else see her play it, it becomes a guilty pleasure of sorts.

-Orie is much more open to the idea of video games than Wagner is initially. She's really only never played any because she's never had the time and doesn't quite understand them. She at least a bit interested after starting to go to school in Kanzakai and overhears people talking about and playing them.

-This interest quickly shoots up after you start dating her and reveal you're an avid collector of games. When she asks, you seem pretty confident you have a far bigger than any of your peers could ever have. This prompts her to request you to show her, which you're more than happy to oblige.

-She's stunned standing there for a few seconds upon seeing the entire room you have dedicated to storing everything you've collected over the years. Even she could tell this was something special that not just anyone could say they had.

-You're quite eager to be able to show off your pride and joy to your girlfriend and it shows. You didn't have the chance to show such a collection to someone everyday. You even take the initiative and offer to let her borrow a little something.

-She...doesn't quite know where to start. She doesn't know anything about video games in general, and now here she is with nothing short of a treasure trove to pick from. You two spend quite a bit of time poking around finding something that caught her eye.

-Eventually she likely goes with a 3DS or some other handheld. Something she can play Pokemon on, seeing the familiar creature designs she recognizes from a lot of people having merch of them, she wanted to see what the hype was about.

-This turns out to be a pretty good choice. Pokemon's a pretty good jumping off point as it's easy enough to understand and pick up as well as the Pokemon themselves being very generally appealing and fun to collect. Orie gets into the rest of the games sooner than later and it ends up becoming a regular date for the two of you.

-Kaguya's...indifferent about video games. She doesn't hate them but doesn't really have an itch to get into them for any reason. Besides, it'd contrast with the image of herself she tries to maintain.

-This is however until you come around. You soon reveal you have a collection of games and consoles. It doesn't initially pique her interest at first since it seems pretty common, but she soon caves in after you insist it was different, pretending to be annoyed but curious at this point.

-You quickly prove yourself right, needing an entire room in your house to dedicate specifically to hold everything you've collected. Kaguya admits you've colored her quite impressed that you've been able to collect so many of everything, but does begin to ask questions like if you've really played every single game in here.

-Faced with so many games, she begins to wonder if any might potentially be her speed, the words escaping her lips before she can think to stop them. You immediately start walking her around the room, taking her through everything you have.

-This kinda thing wasn't her cup of tea, but the look on your face and the passion you show about your beloved hobby seems to strip her of any will she has to stop you. If you'd given her the chance to speak she'd call your enthusiasm adorable.

-Despite the way she's fawning over you right now, she does still have the composure to be honest in her opinions on the games you show her. She's just...not the gaming type, it's pretty hard to appeal to her tastes as you find out.

-Though of course since you have so many it's very much possible to find something, and eventually you do. She takes particular interest in JRPGs, in particular Fire Emblem and Dragon Quest, which you're more than happy to share with her.

-It doesn't take long for Kaguya to find herself immersed in the worlds and stories of these games far more than she ever expected to be, quickly becoming attached to the memorable characters and fascinated with the settings they find themselves in. Perhaps she could allow herself to have some fun every once in a while with these.

A little (LMFAO) oneshot

So for all you Blazbros out there, you're more than likely familiar with @your-phantomfield by now. Recently they released some Nine headcanons and upon reading it the inspiration for this manhandled me by the jugular and would not let go until I write this. I have no reason other than that to do it really, this isn't a request, I just need to do this so it stops bothering me. You can check out the post that inspired this here.

This will not be an x reader like normal, it will be featuring a Blazblue OC of mine. It'll be the first time I've written for him (or any of my OCs) like this so hopefully this won't be a disaster.

So for the trouble you've caused me for this, phantomfield, affectionately, fuck you.

(Long ass post under the cut.)

This is 2.6k+ god damn words.

The distinct sound of shattering glass was heard for what felt like could be miles around. Though if one were to approach the direction it came from they'd be proven wrong. The temperature dropped significantly just outside the ruins of Ibukido, the winds carrying a cold, foreboding sense of overwhelming power. The sound could be heard repeatedly over and over with no end in sight, much to the dismay of one Ragna the Bloodedge.

He clenched his teeth together, a mix of the inward feeling of frustration and the outward feeling of freezing his ass off. Mismatched red and green eyes stared down the opponent before him. Another man about his age, with short black hair, average height, wearing a purple coat around his shoulders that seemed...oddly familiar, somehow. It was the same feeling as meeting just about everyone else from his past when he'd lost his memories, but having them back and still not being able to recognize anything about this guy only pissed him off even more.

With a shout, Ragna charged once more at his opponent, sword in hand. The buildup of blue essence in the stranger's hand stopped him in his tracks before he could completely close the distance, being forced to hold up his weapons and block the chilling blast of energy. The hand gripping Aramasa and it's handle were frozen solid in ice, causing him to groan in pain.

"Son of a..." He smashed his arm against the ground, breaking the ice. Despite his loss of temper though, the stranger only smirked. Their long, intense battle had left him surprisingly winded, both combatants needing to catch their breath.

"I have to say, I'm impressed. You certainly live up to the expectations given by a name like the Grim Reaper."

"Well that's too bad. I didn't ask for your opinion."

The stranger only let out an amused chuckle, seeming to be enjoying their bout. Ragna leapt into the air, turning Aramasa into it's scythe form and barreling towards the ice user at astonishing speed, the stranger barely leaping out of the way in time. The blade suddenly swung in a wide arc again as Ragna landed too fast to react and sliced across his chest, causing him to let out a shout of pain and stagger back before blowing the SS-class criminal away with a freezing gust of power. Ragna only felt himself getting more and more sluggish the more the battle went on. The cold was seeping into his bones, making it harder to get his body to do what he wanted it to.

How long had he been fighting this asshat now? Could've only been a few minutes, could've been an hour. His mind was in much the same state as the space around him, almost in a haze from the temperature feeling like it was trying to turn him into an Azure flavored popsicle.

The stranger looked around at what he'd done to the environment around them, seeming to snap out of his surprisingly battle enthusiastic mood. He'd seemed like such a normally calm, collected person, at least until he engaged Ragna. Even quicker than it had appeared, the frost and haze vanished into thin air, as if it was never there. The sun was visible once more.

"Well...seems like I got a bit more out of hand than intended. I haven't had a battle like that in a while. We should really do this again, Grim Reaper."

Ragna only scoffed in annoyance. "If I ever have to see your face again, it'll be too soon."

"Come on now, don't be like that. I have a feeling we're going to be seeing each other again very soon." A swirl of snow emanated from the stranger, obscuring Ragna's view of him. By the time the snow faded away, he had disappeared without a trace.

Ragna turned to the spectator viewing the fight. "That guy just...teleported. And that ice...who the hell is he?"

The diminutive blonde vampire looked at the spot where the stranger once stood, a rather rare look of reminiscence crossing her pale features.

"So he's one of the Chosen as well... I suppose it's not in the least surprising."

"Rabbit, just answer the question. Who was that just now?"

Rachel paused for a moment before speaking. "...Six."

"See, was that so hard to do? It's Six, of the Great Sages." Ragna was clearly still pissed from their previous battle, it took a moment for Rachel's answer to really register in his head.

"...Wait, what!?"

Rachel sighed. She seriously doubted his ability to get any louder than he already was, but then again, he did always have a certain way of surprising her.

"I doubt you met Six during your foray into the Dark War. He was not appointed to his seat in the Mage's Guild until rather late."

She turned away as she thought back to that time long past. "He was abnormally young when he attained such a position, but despite that even Nine saw what he could become during his student days. She personally took him under her tutelage. His assistance was even instrumental in creating a number of the Nox Nyctores weapons as fast as they were made."

Ragna let out a low whistle upon hearing what Six had done. "So this guy's pretty legit, huh? No wonder I'm still cold right now."

"Indeed. His control over the element of ice is unparalleled. Even Nine herself has difficulty matching him in that department."

The Grim Reaper paused for a moment, thinking on this new info and what it meant for him now. "Hey...if he really does go that far back with Nine, then do you think they're..."

Rachel didn't take long at all to figure out what he was trying to ask. "There's no way to say for sure, but those two are indeed very close. I'd say it's rather likely they're cohorts in their schemes once again. Whatever they're planning, we ought to be careful."

The thought of being pitted against two of the Great Sages at once almost sent a chill down Ragna's spine, and it wasn't the one that still festered in his body. "No need to tell me twice."

~~~

A gust of wind in the workshop hidden between worlds alerted it's only occupant to it's new presence. Nine looked up from her work on the massive robot as Six teleported into the room.

"And just where have you been, hm?"

The Great Sage materialized the hat on his head characteristic to his title in a flash of bright blue. "Oh, nothing much, I was just seeing for myself what all the hype around the Grim Reaper was about."

The mere mention of Ragna left a bitter taste in Nine's mouth, causing her to scowl. "Really? You were out wasting your time with him of all people? Of all the things you could've left me alone for, it was to spy on Ragna?"

It was subtle, but Nine let it slip. She'd missed him in his absence, she probably let it slip without realizing it herself. It was almost an entirely new language he had to learn to understand her true intentions, but he'd had time to get good at speaking it. Considering how long he was really gone and the fact she was still working on Requiem, she'd been working for hours now without a break. Six sighed to himself softly upon realizing this. He'd always admired her drive and determination, but she really never knew how to pace herself in the slightest.

"Have you been working this entire time? How about you at least have some coffee or something?"

Nine wiped away the sweat that had formed on her head from all the exertion she'd subjected herself to, letting out a breath of tiredness. "...I suppose so. The caffeine would do me some good if this is to get finished on time."

She got up to her feet and walked over to the coffee stand in the workshop with Six in tow. The two mages got to quickly putting together their coffee, Six finishing his first. For someone who used ice magic his hands could work surprisingly fast.

He looked over to Nine as she was finishing hers, namely pouring in sugar into it. Most people would stop pretty fast when they're pouring such a high volume of it from a four pound bag, but Nine was not most people. She kept pouring...

...And pouring...

...And pouring...

...And pouring...

...This went on for a concerningly long time. No matter how many times Six saw her do this he didn't see himself getting used to it anytime soon.

Eventually though she did finally stop, though the bag was noticeably emptier than it was before. She stirred the now almost white liquid in her cup with a spoon before taking a sip, sighing in bliss. "...Now that hits the spot."

Six almost voiced his more honest concerns out loud for her physique with the practically waistline destroying amounts of sugar she consumed, but he managed to hold his tongue back. He knew damn well that commenting on her body like that would not end well, even for him. How she managed to keep in shape with a diet like that (even calling it that is probably debatable) he would never truly know.

"Are you...really sure coffee is good with that much sugar?"

Nine allowed herself a laugh. It seemed like such an redundant question. "Well it's the only way to have any warm drink of course, don't you know that? As sweet as you~"

Six stammered over his words, much to his lover's amusement and satisfaction. She took off his wide-brimmed hat and ruffled around his hair in a...lovingly condescending way before setting it back on his head.

The pair of them sat down for a little, taking a much needed respite. Not a word was said between them. It was a comfortable silence on the surface, but that only left room for both their naturally extremely active minds to think, especially Nine.

If she was being honest, she sort of considered her marriage with Jubei over. Sure, she did still greatly care for him, but relationships forged in the fires of war, especially one so brutal, had clouded her view on love. It was only after breaking free of the Mind Eater spell that she could think clearly. Whether Jubei respected her decision or not, it didn't matter. At least, it wouldn't when Requiem was complete.

Though speaking of love, the one she'd found with her fellow Mage was...well, it wasn't quite normal, either. They'd known each other for years during the war, yet she could only admit her feelings to both him and herself at the precipice of the apocalypse itself. That...seemed to be a habit, weirdly enough, meeting those she cared about in times of such crisis. Six was no different, in both cases.

Speaking of Six though, he seemed oddly comfortable with such circumstances. He was always an odd one, in a lot of ways. Though that's what intrigued her so much. Inviting him into her circle once more, as her lover got her mind racing. Celica had always been fond of him, though that's how she was with everyone. Would her dear daughter ever come to accept him, if she even accepted Nine herself in the first place? What would Trinity eventually think? Would she even get the chance to find out?

Izanami had taken an interest in him too, though mostly because he was one of the Chosen. He had the chance to fulfill his dream just like the others, to take fate into his own hands, yet...he chose to bet on her. Her dream, her plan. He was the only one who could still accept her for who she was despite the atrocities she'd committed.

He believed in her in times of crisis. He trusted her more than anything. She had the temptation to call him a lost little boy running for help but...she knew better than that by now. He's proved himself time and again. If he couldn't, he wouldn't be alive right now.

That's how it was for everyone, especially for those she cared about. If they weren't strong enough, they were gone before her eyes. This twisted sham of a world had a way of doing that, one way or another. One that seemed to take some sort of sick pleasure in agonizing her in every way possible.

All these thoughts and countless more, messy, unorganized, and chaotic, were practically screaming in her head, almost as if they were turning against her. Yet all at once they were stopped. Stopped by the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. Her golden eyes met Six's.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

Well, that was kind of a stupid question. A better question was 'what wasn't alright?' Yet for Nine, it didn't feel like that, at least not as much. The look in his deep brown eyes, the cold yet comforting hand reaching out to her. A safe haven in a world of nothing but chaos and pain.

Nine felt an odd feeling well up in her chest, one she couldn't recall the last time it appeared. Yet she didn't let it show. She couldn't. At least she didn't feel like it. All she knew how to do was to put on the proverbial mask, a mischievous smile growing on her face.

"Aw, is my little snowflake worried? What a sweet little thing you are~"

She raised a black gloved hand to hold his cheek, doting on him not entirely unlike she did with Celica. "Don't you worry about a thing, that's supposed to be my job."

Six practically froze up, ironically. Nine just seemed to have a way of making him do that. Before he could completely formulate a response, she downed the rest of her coffee, clearly not wanting to waste anymore time than she already had. It was not on their side. As quickly as their break started, it just as abruptly ended.

He was left to his own metaphorical devices as she went back to her physical one after putting her now empty cup back on the table, letting out a quiet sigh to himself. This was nothing new to him, something he should've seen coming a mile away. Was he stupid for expecting anything to change? Probably.

More than anything, he yearned for Nine to be able to be vulnerable with him for once. He wasn't expecting her to turn into the mushy, sappy type of girlfriend, that just wasn't who she was, especially not with Doomsday on the horizon. When neither of them knew if they'd ever even get to see another sunrise. The sardonic sense of humor, the brashness, the unwavering drive, that was what drew him to her in the first place.

She deserved better. So, so much better. He didn't know yet if he could put himself into that category, but he'd be damned if he didn't help her get it. As far as he was concerned, she needed it more than anyone. And perhaps there was some objective validity in that belief. At least he hoped so.

Nine was a prime example of one being a product of her environment, and he knew that better than most. Though at the same time the idea brought him some comfort. Perhaps in the next world said environment would be better, they could live the life they were robbed of at every single turn...together. One free of violence, pain, and strife. One where Nine wouldn't have to sacrifice everything. One where she could be who she truly was and not have to watch her back 24/7. One where she could be herself, be vulnerable.

Six would fight for that life. Even if he had to experience all the pain and suffering she did ten times over.

Aye man your writing is really damn good. Like actually stupid good. Not just request stuff either, like your writing for Six was also really damn good. Got me frothing more than a whopper. Just wanted to say that cause fandom writers dont get enough love. Good day.

Anon you have no idea how much this made my day, and I finally made progress towards learning Japanese and getting a new job today. Seeing other people able to appreciate the stuff I mostly just made for myself and phantomfield is super flattering since y'all don't have the full context behind Six and Four that we do. If it's in high enough demand and the inspiration hits there's still more facets of him I wanna explore, who knows...?

But I'm getting ahead of myself! If you're new here, glad to have you here and hope you stick around. The inbox will hopefully open tomorrow and I'm gonna have to start making progress towards restoring my March workflow...

Why the fuck did I wake up this morning and the first thing I see on my Youtube feed is a Pokemon World Champ trying to rizz me?

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Ya know, chat, sometimes you just get blocked for the stupidest things imaginable.

Like getting blocked for saying a semi-positive thing about Trump and then being assumed of being a Trump supporter. That's always a goodie.

Apparently some people just can't process the fact that despite having plenty of reasons to be hated, he wouldn't throw away billions of dollars we don't have to something that doesn't involve us.

I don't wanna get political and shit on this blog but that really brings out who the children around here really are.

happy birthday and all but arakune x reader when?

When I wake up in the morning and Tsubaki is asleep right next to me. Then we can talk.