I actually don’t have any major ideas for a fanfic at all, like, I don’t have any ideas for anything longer for Kanji and Naoto.  Nothing has come to me, at all, no multiple chapter loveliness or anything like that.   I have no idea why  >.<  It could be because I’m writing other things, like original stories to try and get published, so all of my major story ideas go in that direction while headcanons are nice little breaks from that?

Another request done, whoo!  This time it’s for Simon Gannon, the wonderful husband of KrisRix.  He requested a Kanji and Yukiko story, which took me by surprise, but then I immediately got an idea  :)

Warnings:  Sometimes, lessons of acceptance are learned the hard way, and those lessons have the easiest answers.  

Urm… spoilers for Kanji’s dungeon, if… that’s even a spoiler anymore, followed by a bunch of notes at the end about my rambly Persona 4 thoughts.  

Thanks for requesting this, Simon!  It… ended up being a bit deeper than I meant for it to be  ^^;;;

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Sorry, only got one done today.  Work was pretty busy and I was hella late because my car wouldn’t start this morning  >.<  Silly winter weather, hopefully this heats things up yes?

Warnings:  Because Yosuke’s not the only boy with a fabulous ass.  Also, Naoto is ridiculously out of character… or is she?  I pretty much blame a few followers for this, they know who they are  >.<

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And the last headcanon of the day, going along with KrisRix’s fanart.  Naoto holds onto Kanji, but for a reason she wishes she didn’t have to.

Warnings:  Angst, spoilers to December

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Headcanon requestion number two comes from bobitincandyland.  Hi sweetie!  Your senpai loves you  <3

Warnings:  Kanji Tatsumi loves cute shit

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Let’s knock these requests out!  I got three of them done while at work today, will write more tomorrow assuming that it’s slow  :)

This first one is for the always wonderful krisrix, who drew adorable fanart of Naoto clinging to Kanji.  There’s two versions of this request, this is the more lighthearted response.

Warnings:  Again.  Damn you.  Neo-Featherman.  If you need a reference, check out this headcanon here  :)

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Since my proofreading job has started, I oddly have more time to write, because when we’re not proofreading things we can do whatever we want on our computers (so long as it’s worksafe, of course)  So, if you want, you can request things from me  ^^

The only stipulations are:

1.  I can’t post them until I get home from work, since for some reason tumblr doesn’t seem to function at work.  I can look at it, but I can’t post things.

2.  Preferably worksafe pieces so I can actually write them while at work. If they’re not worksafe, it’ll take longer, since I can’t write that stuff at work (though feel free to request things, just understand that it probably won’t be fulfilled until the weekend).

I think I’ll take up to five, for now, if five people are even interested  ^^;;;  And it doesn’t have to be just Kanji and Naoto either, feel free to challenge me  :)

This is all shadow-naoto’s fault.  We were chatting during a slow spell at work and the conversation lead to this short snippet about the most important thing in Naoto’s life.  

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After talking with krisrix I got a headcanon thing in mind, but it totally morphed into something else.  I might try and write the other idea I discussed with her, but this one just came to mind. 

Warnings:  Angst, spoilers to November/December stuffs and parts of the Persona 4 anime.  Since the anime had moments where Naoto and Nanako grew a sort of bond I wondered, how would Naoto take the terrible news that happens in those winter months?

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Personal challenge for myself today: take an everyday event and make it sound magical.

She’s laying back on the couch, laptop in her lap with a fresh cup of cocoa at her side.  It’s been a relatively calm day, the kitten sprawled out on the futon mattress, sleeping soundly and dreaming the way kittens do.  She’s been listening to music as she writes, trying to create a whole new world that she hopes, someday, other people can become lost in.  The characters are there, they just need to travel from behind her closed eyelids to the blank screen in front of her.  

The music changes to a familiar melody, an animated movie she has seen once upon a dream.  She remembers the black and white world, the man made of paper and the lady he pursues.  "It’s Paperman,“ she whispers, "It’s playing the Paperman music.”

That’s when the magic happens.

She hasn’t looked outside in a while, too focused on her fictional characters and the world she’s trying to put them in.  The music gets to a particularly memorable part of the movie.  The papers are resting quietly in the alley, unmoving, then something wondrous brings them to life.  One is woken from its slumber, followed by another, each flowing in the wind to the beat of the music.  The writer smiles as she remembers this part and takes a moment to glance out the window.  

It’s snowing.

It’s not the harsh snow that’s seemed to plague her home as of late, not the fast and overpowering kind that makes it hard to see.  It’s the soft, gentle snow that’s falling from the sky, dusting the sidewalks and streets like powered sugar.  

She smiles and imagines that it’s paper, one of the soft flakes kissed by her red lips.

Inspired by the Paperman soundtrack playing while I was listening to music, then me noticing that it had started to snow :)