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IvanTil but “Here Come Miss Modern”

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Twst Merch Giveaway: Ghost Camera Shoulder Bag

What: One Ghost Camera shoulder bag from the Twisted Wonderland Exhibition

Who: Anyone can participate!

Shipping is free of charge to any country except where the post office says no, which (to my knowledge) is the following places: Yemen, Guatemala, Sierra Leone, Somalia, Chad, Bolivia, Liberia, Micronesia, Marshall Islands, Libya, Russia, Ukraine.

How: Please reblog this post! No need to follow or like (unless you want to!), winner to be selected by random number generator.

This same giveaway is also running on Twitter, because there are actually two bags, so there will be two winners! Feel free to participate in both, if you so wish!

When: Starting now! This giveaway ends in 24 hours at 7am on Monday, December 18th (Japan Standard Time).

Winner will not be announced publicly (just in case someone is looking to get a gift for someone else), so please be sure that you can receive messages!

I do not want to remove it from its packaging, but this is what it looks like! There was also a sample available at the exhibition gift shop, and it was a lot bigger than I'd imagined.

I'd thought the round parts on the front were going to be a hard plastic but they are actually a very soft rubber!

It is very cute, and as far as I know it is only available for purchase via the Twisted Wonderland exhibition (at this time).

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Man its been a while since I drew Rue. Hehe. Due. 

I will Rue  the day I neglected her. It will surely lead me to Ruin. You could say it was awfully rude of me. 

Alright I'm done. 

Anyway,  I've been missing my markers. My ruby colored promarker is drying out and I'm devastated. Utterly so. Only character that uses that specific shade of red is Ruebelle so I feel some type of way. Will o use a different red... probably not. 

Supples: Grumbacher in and out mixed media pages.  Copic markers Promarkers Sakura pigma micron .08 

Here is the inked version

Also this is my Fiftieth post! Yay me!

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Gonna reblog this so it’s easier for me to find and reread

hunter x hunter

headcannons of you being friends with gon and killua!

a/n: bro i love my sons 😭

tw/cw: minor cussing

•What is this. . . normalcy you speak of?

•Because it’s not here, sweetie.

•Once you declare and solidify your friendship with these two, you all are now officially attached at the hip!

•Gon and Killua are both energetic and so I hope you can keep up with them lMAO—

•Seriously, one second they’re racing up a mountain for fun! The next they’re fighting some mole creature that decided it thinks children are it’s favorite meal.

•Though, it’s all fun and games as long as you guys fight and win together, right?

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•Killua was a bit on the more distant side when you were first friends, and I’m sure you can understand why.

•Sure, he was social with you! Just didn’t share any major personal information.

•But as time went on and he came to know you better, he decided you weren’t bad at all!

•You start to notice that: Killua seeks you out more even if Gon isn’t around, starts to give you small puzzle pieces of his past, and, when he really grows attached to you, he outright declares you as one of closest friends!

•(Of course, Gon is the other.)

•Never say some “wE’rE nOt fRiEnDs aNyMoRe” shit with Killua 🙄

•Trust me when I say he will remember that, and take it seriously. Even if it’s a joke, he’ll take it personally.

•May even plot to kill you, lOOK I DUNNO KNOW CHIEF—

•Killua teaches you how to ride his skateboard! Makes sure you keep your footing and can’t possibly twist your ankles like a pretzel, but if you fall tHEN NOTHING’S STOPPING HIM FOR LAUGHING FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTES.

•unless you start crying, then he’s by your side helping you up </3

•Already know how to skate? Great! Killua makes sure to get you your own skateboard and teases Gon about him being the only one without one.

•He’ll mess with you if you get a skateboard identical to his, but he thinks it’s kind of cool.

“We’re like epic fraternal twins!” Killua laughed, kicking the board up to compare it to yours. You let out an embarrassed chuckle. The paint job was a little messed because Gon had been trying to help you with it, but it seems he never learned how to color within the lines—

“Heeey!” The auburn-eyed hunter whined from behind you guys, “What about me?!” He huffed.

“We’re like epic fraternal triplets!” You clarified, sweat-dropping with the snow-white boy next to you at how fast Gon’s facial expression changed.

“You can’t be a twin without a skateboard, smart one!” Killua flicked Gon’s forehead, to which he responded with a loud: “What?! Why not??”

You just sit and let them go at it for a bit, but that wasn’t their plan.

“(NAME)! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!”

•Good luck!

•Killua has a decent amount of nightmares, and it’s just something he puts up with every now and then. He might mention it once, but if you remember it he’s kind of surprised.

•Like wow?? You actually listen to what he has to say???

•Make a ritual of drinking calming teas before bed with him. Sure, it may not help completely, but he’ll feel more relaxed and probably a little more at ease with his closest friends helping him.

•(Make Gon do it too, you’ll finally be able to get him in bed easier 😐. Probably snores louder though.)

•Killua also gets super flustered and embarrassed if you ever tell him how happy you are to be friends with him.

•He’ll tell you to shut up, but that’s just his way of saying it back!

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•Gon probably instantly noticed you were a good person, even if you don’t believe it yourself. It’s just something he has a knack for.

•If you’re a person who has high walls, Gon doesn’t just break them, no.

•Gon obliterates them.

•He really wants to know you, so he doesn’t really care how long it takes to coax you into being more comfortable with him (and Killua)!

•(Also, y’all know how Gon has this look whenever he’s dead set on something? Best believe he had it if you ever distanced yourself cause you have trouble making friends or whatever, because he really wants to be your friend.)

•Has a tendency to pat you on the back!

•Except hard enough for you to cough up your liver.

•He doesn’t exactly pay attention to how much strength is going into the friendly pats.

•Gon is a very positive person, so chances are that all that positivity might rub off on you. Be careful, reader😤, only positivity in this area!

•Takes you out to fish with him! These are times where Gon’ll start to mindlessly chat about how he grew up and funny stories with Aunt Mito and his great grandmother.

•Play card games with him and test his resolve.

•If you’re a stay-inside person, Gon drags you out of your hidey-hole (Killua laughs shamelessly at your dismay) and makes you gon outside 😭

•He doesn’t even make you interact with people, he just doesn’t want you staying inside a stuffy room for too long!

•Gon is very in touch with feelings, so he can be in touch with yours too.

•Basically, you can’t hide from him.

•We all know Gon’s dad, Ging, is an asshole😐, but still encourage Gon and tell him that he’ll find his dad no matter what!

•When you tell Gon how happy you are to be friends with him, he’s a little taken back! Though, he quickly recovers and tells you that, “No, you’re wrong! I’m happy to be friends with you, (Name)!”

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•You and Killua try and get Gon into video games!

•Killua always shamelessly puts his name down as “king_killua” and Gon’s is kind of just “hunter_gon.”

•You and Killua try and convince him to change it to something like— funnier? But he’s satisfied, so y’all should just give up lMAO

•You ask about Killua’s name and his response will just be “It was that, or “hoebitch_75”.”

•. . . what.

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•If you’re a more quiet and/or shy person, your nickname is “mouse.”

•Tired person? They call you “tanuki” because of the dark circles around your eyes.

•Hot headed? They unironically refer to you as “firecracker.”

•Very energetic? “Pika.” Yes. That’s it. (It is 100% because Gon may have said this one.)

•It’s not to mock you or anything, but Killua probably started calling you a nickname after you first met him and the name just stuck.

•Gon, easily influenced, starts to also call you that.

•Don’t like it? That’s okay! They’ll just use the nickname when they’re trying to tick you off, then.

•You do like it? Then they call you by your nickname more than they say your actual name!!

•While you may have a designated nickname, they still pull out others like: “shorty” “tree” “sleepy” “sloth” “god usopp” “dummy(💛)” etc.

•They all mean well, I swear😭

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•You guys spar and play fight a lot, but I think this might’ve been obvious already.

•When you’re sparring, everyone makes sure to keep an eye out for new techniques or weaknesses someone could improve on.

•If you’re having a bit of trouble with Nen, then Killua and Gon are more than happy to coach you!! (While they would just bring you to Bisky, she would probably make you throw up your heart with her gruesome training— So they volunteer instead!)

•As you know, depending on your personality, you have a different kind of Nen. Whatever your main section is, they’re willing to help you out, even if they don’t quite get it themselves—

•If you guys are just play fighting, then you’ve probably had blunt force inflicted head trauma more than once during a pillow fight😐

•THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT THE LINE IS.

•You could be fOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND THEY WOULD CONTINUE TO PUMMEL YOU WITH PILLOWS.

•Killua’s messed around and threw an entire mattress. It’s your job to make sure you dodge in time.

•Gon thought it was funny!! So he threw the entire base of the bed.

•Once again, your job to make sure you dodge in time—

•THANK KILLUA FOR STARTING TO USE NEN FOR THE LITTLE “GAME.”

•Needless to say, you guys had to pay for the absolute destruction and chaos let loose in the hotel room. (You’re not even sure they’re able to use that room anymore.)

-

•Rock, paper, scissors to decide incredibly hard decisions.

•Like who’s going to pay for dinner that night—

•See, you may think it’s just some silly dispute! But. . .

•They would both rather die.

•So rock, paper, scissors!!!

•But on the topic of dinner, I hope you can cook! Because these two can’t.

•So, unless you want to be paying for dinner every night (or at least, everytime you lose rock-paper-scissors), you should probably cook or even learn how to cook to save some extra money.

•Especially since Gon and Killua seem to have bottomless stomachs.

•(Other instances that call for rock-paper-scissors are: deciding who carries all the bags if you guys go shopping, who has to take care of Killua when he gets pouty, who has to take care of Gon when he’s getting sleepy because he sleep walks and has punched anyone who has tried to lead him to bed, who calls Kurapika at 2am to say that you guys can’t make ramen, who calls Leorio at 3am because Kurapika didn’t tell you, and who has to do chores. Things like that!)

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•When it comes to physical affection, Gon doesn’t participate in it often but he’s certainly not opposed! The more you give it to him, the more he returns.

•(Careful not to get him addicted or smth tho, probably really fucking enjoys hugs.)

•Killua, on the other hand, needs time to get used to it. At first, he’s super embarrassed and’ll push you off a bunch, but once he gets used to it he’s completely unfazed and may even do it back(but not as much as Gon).

•So if you’re big on physical affection, then yeah you’re set here!

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•Teach Gon multiplication and division! Seriously, his level is just bad. You and Killua quite literally set aside times of the day to tutor Gon so he gets certain concepts a little better.

•Like math.

•If you aren’t very good with math or fast multiplication either (or division), then Killua is retiring your role as teacher and is making you a student.

•(It’s not bad that you and Gon don’t know, but Kurapika secretly asked Killua to teach you guys just for his own peace of mind.)

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•If you ask them to fix your hair or something, they’ll do it. Doesn’t even matter what hair type! Both probably like toying with your hair a little bit.

•Fear of Hisoka? Wow! Join the club.

•You may have to sit through a lot of their random squabbles, so be prepared to sit and hear them squawk for some time 😭

•The same way either one of the boys is able to focus and preform better when the other is there, when you’re there to back them up, they’re just as focused.

•Killua tends to downplay his injuries, so make sure to examine and attend to them yourself! Lord knows he won’t until his pride allows him to.

•Gon also is a little impulsive at time, so catch him if he starts to do anything too endangering, y’know? He means well, he just. . . is Gon <3

•In summary, Gon and Killua appreciate your addition to their friendship very much and they wouldn’t have it any other way :)

end

a/n: bark bark i’m so bad at writing LMAO sorry for any mistakes!!

thanks for reading!

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A Friend In Me: Chapter 1

Yandere Platonic Toman

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Masterlist

A/N: it took me a lot, lot longer than expected to get this chapter's rewrite completed! I will slowly get round to changing all the links to the rewrites, but no worries, the old chapters will still be up and available to read!

The harsh rays of the afternoon sun had softened considerably by the time the sound of flesh biting into flesh finally faded away. Looking up from your little corner of the basketball court as tranquility once more fell upon your usually serene neighborhood, the fight you had accidentally stumbled upon on your way home seemed to have ended in a stalemate, leaving both sides equally bruised and battered.

It was a cool evening, the light breeze that rustled your finished homework and open pages of your textbooks laid neatly across the ground lifting away the oppressive heat that had scorched your skin just a few hours earlier, though the gentle wind didn’t seem enough to stop the sweat that poured off the two fighters - one with blond hair and the other with black - after such an extended fight. You furrowed your eyebrows when neither made to back down, both boys still stubbornly on their feet and facing down each other. Weren’t they already injured? 

Taking a deep breath, you gathered every last inch of courage you had in your gut. “Would you like me to patch you up?” 

Your voice, no matter how soft from disuse, was enough to break the momentary peace, two pairs of sharpened eyes instantly swinging round to land squarely on you. And the sudden attention had you instantly backtracking - gaze instantly dropping back down to the ground and your books as it always did. “I- I mean. N-not really patch up, but I have some bandages. If you want me to.” You trailed off.

Silence was the only response you received. What were you thinking? Anyone with two functioning brain cells would have shouted at them to stop, or better still, turn tail and left if they had stumbled across two obviously vicious boys tearing into each other. But you had promised yourself that today was the day; today was the day you would take a chance and try to reach out instead of scampering away. To try and make friends you could call your own. And so you settled instead, resolved to waiting for them to be done beating each other to a pulp.

Of all the people in the world, why them? Why did you pick them? Kicking yourself mentally, all you could hope now was that you weren’t their next target. A shuffle, and you winced, bracing yourself for the hit. Yet the next sound was a huff as the blond-haired boy plopped down in front of you, settling himself comfortably on top of your papers before stretching out his arm to show you a cut. Your eyes jumped up to meet his, widening in surprise.

That- worked? 

Shifting closer, the other waved his arm under your nose, and you snapped back to reality. “Fix it.” He told you boredly.

“U-um. Of course! Let me just...” Hurriedly closing your books and collecting your materials to set aside, you tried your best to ignore the papers crumpling under the weight of the still-nameless boy, opting to instead focus on pulling several plasters and bandages from the depths of your bag. A fortunate coincidence you were glad for - it hadn’t been long since you had just restocked the limited first aid kit you carried around for your clumsy self. 

Twisting open your bottle to carefully guide a small stream of water over the wound, you couldn’t bring yourself to look down: the sound of water dripping onto paper made your gut sink. Your teacher definitely wasn’t going to be too happy about that tomorrow. Yet it seemed you failed to conceal your troubles from your expression, the second boy quickly making his way over to where the two of you were seated.

“Stop being such an ass, Mikey.” Mikey, you scratched into your brain, barely looked bothered at being shoved to the side as the black-haired boy yanked your precious homework from underneath him, offering it back to you. “Baji.”

A small smile quirked your lips as you accepted the papers from Baji, quickly tucking them into a random page of the nearest book. Were they already friends? But why would friends fight? “Thank you, Baji-kun.” 

The now-named Baji rolled his eyes, dropping to sit on the floor. “Just Baji is fine.”

“Hurry up.” Mikey poked one finger into your cheek. “You can call me Mikey.”

“Uh-h! Right away!” 

The dark that came with the dawn of night reigned the sky by the time you were down patching up the two boys to the best of your ability - luckily there was nothing that was beyond your limited knowledge and resources. Stashing away the rest of your remaining equipment, the grumble of empty stomachs sounded out as if right on queue, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to leave them hanging. “There’s a place nearby,” You offered, picking up your neatly packed school bag, pointing down the streetlight-lined road, the yellow glow barely illuminating the otherwise empty street. “It’s pretty good. One of my favorites.”

Leading them into the familiar quiet eatery that sat at the corner of a junction, the low cheerful tune playing from the speakers was like an old friend to your weary ears - you made yourself at home quickly, picking up the menu despite already knowing what you were ordering - a meaningless gesture so that you didn’t have to look at the two boys that you knew were staring at you. Bringing the menu further up in an attempt to hide, the butterflies tumbling around in your stomach did little to help your appetite despite running on empty yourself. “Don’t worry about the money. It’s on me, order whatever you want.”

You were a strange one, Baji mused. Watching you fiddle nervously with the hem of your school shirt, looking everywhere but at them - he saw little reason why someone as obviously and painfully shy as you would have ever considered approaching delinquents - as him and Mikey obviously were - and offering assistance a good idea, let alone treating them to dinner. Yet here they were. Who were you? Why did you stop to watch two random strangers brawl? Did you even realize that they were delinquents? So many questions, so little answers, and with the way you were, there was no chance of getting anything out of you without you fleeing in terror. Baji dug into his bowl of steaming ramen with gusto.

Dinner passed in bearable silence, save for the clattering for cutlery, your mind wandering, in an attempt to save you from the awkward situation you somehow found yourself in, to the uncompleted pile of homework awaiting your return home. And it was the same train of thought that you make to stand after settling the bill, bag in hand and ready for the comforts of home.

But you found yourself unable to stand, instead turning confused eyes towards a hand clutching onto the sleeve of your school shirt - Baji’s hand. The black-haired boy said nothing, though his face flushed a bright red and his gaze dropped to avoid yours.

“Hey.” You startled, only to find an unimpressed Mikey. “You planning to just leave us like that?”

Oh. Was there something else he wanted from you? Grabbing your hand, Mikey pressed his phone into your grip, contact page already open to a blank one. “At least let us walk you home. Where do you stay?”

“Just down the street from here.” Came your absentminded response as nimble fingers flew open the small keypad, handing back a filled page to the blond-haired boy who skimmed the information before sliding the phone in one pocket. 

Baji seemed to have shook himself out of his stupor in the minute you took to key in your details. “That sounds near where I live.”

“Same here.” Mikey drawled, tucking both hands into his pants pockets. “Come on.”

Even as you waved off the two boys from the porch of your home, watching them disappear into the distance, you still dared not believe the events of the day. Did you really just make new friends? Could you call Baji and Mikey friends? Not yet perhaps, your mind warned, as you settled into your chair, pulling crumpled homework papers from your bag, but you would try your darn best to make this work. So when you found the duo waiting for you the next morning on the street outside your house, you didn’t question it.

After that fateful day, wherever Mikey and Baji popped up in the neighborhood, fists raised and ready to once more pummel each other in their daily skirmish, you were sure to be spotted nearby in one tucked away corner, nose buried in your books and papers. The stalemate you had witnessed was the exception rather than the norm, with Baji losing every fight he picked with Mikey since, though that never deterred the black-haired boy from coming back the day after with yet another challenge. But even though you didn’t quite understand their need to throw hands and beat the loving shit out of each other given that they were friends, this wasn’t an issue you could bring yourself to judge them for, happy to treat their wounds after every fight, a hum under your breath as you gently disinfected their cuts while they laughed like nothing ever happened.

It was strange, having someone willing to hang out with you - you wanting to hang out with someone, people that you actually looked forward to sitting with and listening to. You had always been on the quieter side, often finding it hard to look others in the eyes, let alone speak to them, which made it impossible for you to make friends in school. Home life was equally uneventful and dull, and while you had taken up a side job running errands for your friendly neighbours alongside school in the hopes of improving your social skills, there was no noticeable improvement on that front, and your life remained dull and lifeless. But now, out of the blue, you had two new acquaintances (you still dared not call Mikey and Baji friends) to at least have a chance.

Mikey was an interesting character to say the least and a challenging start to your social life, you mused over an open textbook, your teacher droning on about math equations up at the front of the classroom. Though far from timid and mild like you were, Mikey wasn’t one to speak with words, preferring to let his actions do the talking. And for someone that shied away from both and everything in between, it wasn’t easy for you, try as you might, to find common ground with the blond-haired boy. With a bit of persistence, it was a relief when you finally found a breakthrough topic of food, your light back and forth going from favorite to most hated food, before Mikey poked fun at your preferences and crowned taiyaki the king of food. From time to time when you did find the spare time and energy to make the blond-haired boy his very own boxed lunch, you always made sure to include at least one of his favorites, and receiving back an empty box made your week. The two of you spent most of your time together sitting in comfortable silence, and you were okay with that - Mikey’s company alone was deeply appreciated.

Your teacher calling out a name did have you start a little out of your thoughts, though you did quickly slip back when another of your classmates reluctantly stood to shuffle to the blackboard, your wandering mind turning to your other… acquaintance.

Baji, as he insisted you call him; he was easier - much, much easier - to get along with compared to Mikey, you found out quickly. A loud, scary and highly impulsive individual that you were initially afraid of, you instead found a fun-loving, sweet and gentle boy underneath, always ready to bring the fun and high to your quiet life. Banging on your door at all hours of the day to drag you out for yet another adventure, you found that life was never boring with Baji, even if your late nights ended up with you patching up more wounds on a chuckling black-haired boy more often than not. And you were always more than happy to go along with his impromptu journeys if you didn’t have important assignments due the next day, making sure to always have a stockpile of ingredients for your friend’s favourite snack for your impromptu journeys. Your days (and nights) were always a bit brighter whenever Baji’s around.

Even though your role in the group, which up till now had been one of a supporting character, had never bothered you, you did sometimes wish to be able to get through to the two boys. Someone that could tell them to take a break from beating each other, to tone it down, or someone more approachable that you could talk to. But still, you were happy to be a listening ear, used as a wall to bounce their ideas off, or an unjudging shoulder should their emotions get the better for them - support that didn’t require you to dig any deeper into your non-existent social skills.

So it was with relief when Mikey came back one clear day with Draken, or Ken-chin as he insisted you call him later on, in tow, though you did suppose you could have managed a smoother introduction to the new addition to your small band.

“Tsk. Who’s this nerd?”

You tumbled backwards, letting out an eep as you instantly shielded your head, tucking yourself into a ball, your homework flying up in a flutter. Displeasure towards you never ended well as you learnt from personal experience, but when the expected punch never came, your eyes instead fluttered open up to the sight of yet another blond-haired boy, this one drastically more scary looking than the laidback Mikey you came to be familiar with, complete with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head. “I’m sorry?” You weakly offered, before the boy was lazily shoved aside by Baji.

“This is Ken-chin.” Mikey popped the finished lollipop stick out of his mouth, tossing it into a nearby bin, instantly reaching over to stick one hand into your pocket, helping himself to the treat he knew you had on you. “I like him.”

“You’re that friend Mikey keeps gibbering about?” Came the incredulous question, Draken looking you up and down with fierce black eyes, and you shook your head in a no. Friend was already a bit of a bold claim, but one that Mikey talked about?

Baji rolled his eyes, palm coming down to gently smack the back of your head, your crumpled homework clutched in his hand. “The answer is yes, egghead.”

In a blink, the other's demeanor shifted, a giant smile now plastered on his face as he offered a hand to help you up. “Draken, but Ken-chin is fine like the other egghead over there.”

The indignant ��hey!’ made you laugh.

Despite the rocky introduction, you were glad for Draken’s presence - it was obvious from the start that him and Mikey clicked at a level you never managed to with Mikey, with the added benefit of having someone capable and trusted to have his back like you never could. At the same time, you found that Draken had your back in ways that the other two boys couldn’t. A caring, understanding and easy going boy, he drew out your once suppressed need to chatter, somehow always managing to catch your meaning even if your hoarse and soft voice fumbled up what you were trying to say, a far cry from the confused look Mikey and Baji shot you before moving on. You greatly enjoyed your chats with Ken, the invaluable self-improvement and confidence-boosting advice he littered your conversations with happily repaid with handmade gifts of chocolates. 

As time marched on, the four of you somehow became the seven of you. As school inevitably picked up and became more hectic, countless assignments and tests flying past you fast enough to spin your head, you couldn’t quite keep track of where or when Mikey (or was it Baji?) picked up his new friends. Nonetheless, you welcomed them with open arms and a warm smile, always excited to meet new people even if they weren’t as enthusiastic to return the excitement. 

Not that that was a problem with your growing group, the boys generally more curious about your gentle, quiet existence alongside delinquents like Mikey. It was also maybe about then that you started referring to them as friends, all the while doing your best to suppress the taunting voices in your head that said otherwise - Baji didn’t even blink when you did so, which did seem like he didn’t quite mind the title.

First came Mitsuya with his levelheadedness and optimistic outlook on life, an addition to your group that you couldn’t be more thankful for - it was tough trying to reason with your stubborn friends alone. Another easy-going guy that could easily understand your twisting thoughts and words and translate them as needed, you thoroughly enjoyed your time spent hanging out with Mitsuya, legs swinging and discussing softly about the latest trends in food and fashion, and what the two of you thought would fit the others. 

Pah-chin followed soon with his aggressive tendencies and owned stupidity, whose brutishness in life melted away a little more every time you softly rebutted his insecurities. The boy seemed to almost tiptoe around you, fighting his own instincts to make sure never to raise his voice or shove his face in yours after you cowled away from him the first time round.

And finally, Kazutora. It was clear that the boy immediately gravitated towards you for reasons beyond you despite his initial declarations of wanting to be alone - you would see his signature duo-colored hair sneaking around and popping up from time to time before accepting Mikey’s invitation. You did still let slip a giggle when Kazutora almost lost his balance when you quietly asked if you could touch his hair, instantly curling into your touch and demanding that you continue if you dared stop. Far from being a one-off and much to the jealousy of the other five, became a regular thing quickly, your new friend gaining the courage to lie and cuddle in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair and along his scalp.

With the total number of people you guiltily assumed you could call friends rising to a grand total of six, it was with certainty that you could now conclude you could see why your fellow schoolmates liked having friends. Gone were the constant dull and lonely moments that you so dreaded before your fateful meeting of Baji and Mikey, replaced with people you could look forward to hanging out with during your downtimes between school and the growing workload of your little side job - actual people who always seemed to be down to hang out with you be it for a meal or snack, or simply to sit quietly with. The compromised sleep coupled with blacker eyebags were, in your opinion, a small price to pay for such a good life.

“You’re strange, you know.” 

Your flinch was obvious even if your eyes were overcast by the afternoon sun. “Sorry.” You whispered, the hand you had running through his hair stuttering slightly.

“No, I mean - like in a good way,” Baji hastily added upon seeing the droop in your eyebrows, but that wasn’t the magic bullet either, the glow of your quiet smile retreating. And it wasn’t a lie that you really were a strange one - not that Baji had a problem with that of course, given it was only because of your unexplainable desire to seek out the scariest, most unapproachable boys you could find to make friends with that you ended up with them. Just that he would never attempt to know how your mind ticked.

“How is being strange good?” Yet it was your unspoken question that was loud and clear, the one fear they knew you never could quite shake despite their constant reassurances - did they really see you as a friend like you did them?

Sighing, the black-haired boy reached up, flicking your forehead and breaking your obviously spiraling thoughts - he knew you well enough by now to read your feelings from just your face. “I said it’s good, so it's good alright?”

And you did trust him to a certain extent at least, his lack of an explanation still enough to turn your mood around once more, a small smile breaking out onto your lips as the anxiety melted away from your eyes. 

But right before you could reply him, the unexpected sound of the roof door slamming open broke the happy atmosphere Baji had just managed to get going, and you nearly leapt from your seat. The roar of indignation that followed, seemingly upon realizing that you were here with him as opposed to being alone in class, easily identified its owner as Mikey marched over, the stomp of boots across concrete echoing around the otherwise empty area, his enormous shadow growing ever longer over him and you. “BAJI! What are you doing here?”

But those narrowed black eyes had already swiveled onto you before Baji could even retort. “And you are supposed to be in class.”

You audibly gulped, eyes sliding off his face to the ground, those trembling pupils fixed on an unknown point past his head. Unacceptable. How dare his private time with you be interrupted - he was here first. Pushing off from your lap, he tumbled onto his feet, shooting up to face the grumpy blond hair boy tugging at your arm. “HUH? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE SHITHEAD?”

Mikey’s hand shot out, too fast for him to dodge the fingers that clamped painfully onto his cheek. “I asked first!”

Baji struck back, hands grabbing locks of blond hair. “And I was here first!” 

But you knew both those statements were golden, even as you tried to muffle your giggles watching your two friends fight like elementary school girls - neither of them should be here. And neither of them usually were, but as the days passed serenely one at a time, you found the six boys had strangely started popping up more and more in places they never cared to be. Sure you had various members of the group (mostly your neighbours Mikey and Baji to be honest) crashing your house at any hour of the day looking for you and you were always happy to welcomed them, yet Draken and the others, they had never seemed interested in your boring errands or routines, let alone your classes or school-related activities.

Everything seemed to have changed with your friends without you ever realizing, a spark of sorts. One fine day, and you couldn’t seem to go an hour without catching a glimpse of those outstanding mobs of hair not far away, be it while you were in school or on route on your side hustle’s errands.

“Come on, this is boring. Let’s go already.” Baji whined, tugging at the sleeve of your school uniform, the logo on his own different crumpled uniform glowing slightly in the afternoon sunlight reflecting off windows. 

"You know I can't, Baji." You hummed, running your hair through the now familiar long black hair huddled up against you. 

Standing in the corridor outside your classroom, it was the voice of your teacher drifting out from the classroom that broke the silence, but not for the lack of other people present - the trail of beaten-up delinquents was no longer a new sight to you, given the same song and dance happened every time one of your new friends suddenly felt the need to pop by and try and lure you out of class. You never did mind their presence; happy to have company walking down empty roads in the darkening hours of the day, or see an eager face and a wave of hand through your classroom window, though the boys did seem more intent on trying (unsuccessfully) to convince you to drop whatever you had going on and come hang out with them instead.

Take it easy, they always insisted. You look tired.

Brushing it off as just concern - you did after all notice the bags under your eyes getting darker by the week - what was harder for you was turning down their hopeful faces when they came looking for you, having to gently let them down that no, you really couldn’t skip class, and that you were paid to finish this errand and couldn’t quite stop right that instant. And when a pout inevitably found its way onto their faces, complete with that kicked puppy look that struck you right in your chest, you had to admit that they always managed to extract a promise from you to spend more time with them in the near future. But you were happy to extend that oath; the six boys you could now confidently called friends did go to such efforts to stick with someone as socially inept as you, going the extra mile to even accompany you whenever you went no matter the time of day. The least you could do was return the favour.

You were special, the boys had to confess. Perhaps it was the warm affection that you showered on them freely and the tender care that soothed and melted their hardened hearts that drew them in, yet none of them could say for sure they knew how or why. You simply had to be special. And it was clear out of the six, no one, not the well-feared Mikey or stubborn Pah, could resist the unexplainable urge to be around you as much as possible, to cuddle up against you and feel your hand running through their hair in that way only you could. Because far from what you thought was going on, the six friends never organized any of this among themselves. 

Carving out time to be alone with you was a need that each of the boys came to find themselves wanting for individually - a secret, personal act of selfishness the rest were never supposed to find out about. A never-ending feeling that they couldn’t get enough of your company, your time, your love, despite every second of your life outside of school and work already monopolized by them. But you always hung out with all of them, never just one of the boys. Your attention never felt enough.

Rounding the corner into the corner convenient shop where Mistuya knew you would be, the last thing he expected was to find a head of blond hair already standing beside you, plastic bags of various items hanging off both his arms as you dropped the last of your coins into the little cash tray on the cashier’s counter. “What the- Pah-chin?!”

Said boy turned at the call of his name, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Mitsu-ya? What’re you doing here?” 

“I could be asking you that.” Running one hand through his lilac hair, Mitsuya let out a sigh before returning your chirped greeting of his name with a lazy smile and a ruffle of your hair. He already knew what was going on. “Don’t you have something on with Peh-ya today?”

“Cancelled.” Pah grunted, looking over the counter one more time before gently nudging you towards the exit, eyes softening as you gently took his hand in your own delicate one. Eager to get you away from him, was it? 

Rolling his eyes behind your back, it was short work to steal a bag from the blond-haired boy with barely a rustle, Mitsuya scooping up your free hand and lifting the bag to your confused look. “Two is better than one isn’t it?”

And the run-ins didn’t stop there: Baji regularly running into Mikey hanging off you during school time, or Draken finding you already having a companion in Mitsuya or Pah for one of your multiple daily errands - way too often to be a coincidence, which quickly tipped the whole operation off. There was only so many times one could use and rehash the same excuses of “happening to be in your general vicinity” before it got old after all, and a meeting was called for everyone to sort things out - at least an agreement was reached with regards to you and your time, even if did take a bit of shouting and (minimal, really) punching.

But all this went on behind the scenes, and life just went on for you as usual.

Though from your eyes, and far from the eyes of the boys (your boys, really, you thought to yourself affectionately), it seemed your efforts learning to be sociable and to fit in better seemed to be finally paying off. Although you never expected results, knowing your own capabilities, getting that first friendly response from classmates you had sat next to for most of the school year still took you aback. This was…nice. You liked it. Engaging in small talk about their upcoming holiday plans, their anxiety about finals - it was a short conversation, and after class had ended for the day, but you found yourself looking forward to speaking with them again. Maybe this time, this would work out, you hoped.

The days slipped by - and your confidence grew with the time, yet not everyone found themselves happy for you as you were. 

It was his turn with you today - Kazutora knew that very well, having marked it very clearly on his calendar, but you were late. He knew that it wasn’t your class going over time, seeing classmates flowing out and joining the flood of students carefully picking their way around him on their journey to the exit. You were never late without good reason - you wouldn’t do that to him after all, seeing that he made the effort not to crash your classes.

Yet when your familiar figure finally emerged from the door, the sight of you laughing alongside trash instantly sank his gut. Competition.

“- ahhh, I see Aki-kun!” Your kind smile, your bright laughter - shared with people that were not him even though Kazutora was standing right here. Someone had the gall to steal your attention from him, had the balls to stop you from realizing that he was waiting for you, right in his face. Loose hands curled into tight fists, his glare did cause your classmate to stutter in his step. This bug. This scum.

But before his negative thoughts could well up any further, before the urge to break their legs took their hands, to make them pay, everything popped and faded in the sudden breeze that blew ever so gently down the normally stuffy school corridors when you looped one fragile arm through his. “Kazutora! You came!” 

“Of course I did.” He mumbled back, though both his sandy brown eyes were still fixed on a now uncomfortable, jittery boy. At least right up till you shifted to block his line of sight, pecking a kiss to the top of his head, and his mind blanked completely. You - kissed him?

You had to know what you were doing; taking advantage of his momentary stun to wave a final goodbye to your classmates even as you gently tugged your delinquent friend away from those disgusting, thieving bastards.

"So where're we heading to?" Your sleepy voice broke through the low hum of the remaining students loitering along the corridor - and the trance-like state he was in, the boy blinking before turning to look at you.

"We?" He asked uncertainly, and you let out a light laugh, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder.

"You did say that a new cafe had just opened in town."

Yet even long after you had waved Kazutora off from your porch, disappearing back into the dark of your house, your main door locking shut behind you, it was the sight of you laughing with someone else hours earlier that still lingered on. People - scum - that weren’t them, that must be trying to steal you away from them. And having bathed in your affection and attention, the mere idea of you leaving them - leaving him - had his stomach churning with worry, with anger.

How dare they?

It taunted him, clawing itself into his brain when he tried to sleep, the voices taunting Kazutora that you didn’t need them anymore like they needed you, and that you would move on.

Waking up in cold sweat, his sheets long tossed aside in a vain attempt to cool his panting skin, your goodbyes and waves had been burned into the back of his eyelids everytime he tried to go back to sleep. For the first time in many years, the dark of the night frightened Kazutora more than it comforted him - you weren't there. Maybe you wouldn't be when he woke up.

His hand fumbled to his phone.

The next night couldn't come fast enough, Kazutora anxious to relay the previous day's happenings, though his warnings were initially met with sceptism.

You - had friends? Friends that weren't them?

"No way." Draken drawled, crossing his arms as he slumped backwards against the shrine, the wood letting out a groan at the sudden weight.

"No way." Mitsuya agreed - it was clear that you didn't have a social bone in your body.

"It's true," Kazutora insisted, the grip he had on his phone only tightening. "I saw it myself."

The other five were reluctant to even consider it - they did after all know you well enough to know that you couldn't start, let alone carry a conversation. But what if? What if it was true that you had learned? That your classnates had finally noticed you and saw what they see?

Life would be nothing short of umbearable without you. You were one of those few rare souls that weren't put off by their intimidating looks and presence, or their strange and violent moods. For all your lack of friends, it was you who easily saw past their brutal punches and kicks to truly see them for who they were, not just brushing them off as another delinquent like everyone else did. Never finding the need to cowl before them even in the face of their anger, you instead opted for understanding, for acceptance, for love instead of fear.

Even with the diverse range of backgrounds the six came from, the one thing they could all easily agree on was that they really liked being cared for and fussed over, but what they didn't like was you giving others the same treatment. You were their friend first and foremost; and it was clear that them and only them deserved your smile, your laugh and your tender, loving care.

No one else care for you like they did - everyone else would just take advantage of your kindness and throw you away. You didn't need any others. It was for your own good. 

"Fine." Mikey popped the lollipop out from his mouth, the sound of his slippers slapping the stone floor as he hopped down from his perch echoing with a certain finality in the otherwise still night sky. "We'll take care of it."

They would allow you to continue mingling with your classroom scum as far as their patience could stretch, holding out just until the weekend. Patience - they reminded each other - all the while fighting to keep acting as normal as possible in front of you. A few clenched fists and glares behind your back must suffice until they could move. Despite their best intentions, the six shuddered to think of your reaction should you ever find out - losing you would be the least of their problems.

You simply couldn't find out what they were planning on doing, and so, hour by painful hour, the boys waited. Waited and waited. And it was a breath of fresh air when the weekends finally, finally rolled around.

Now, to work.

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I was tagged by @cheesus-doodles

I realized now that I don’t really remember lots of characters from the recent arcs huh?

Oh also, the next to Izana, I feel neutral toward him cause I don’t remember him.

Thank you for the tag btw❤️

Tagging: whoever happens to see this post, lol

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Turning my two sonic fcs into Animal Crossing characters.

This is the first time I try lineless style, they turn out pretty good!

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Aw this is cute but in my opinion, some scense could be done better by adding dialogue between griffth and s/o. For example, in the mead scene, I think you could add a little convo with the description to make it more wholesome. I am not sure adding dialogue in the headcannon is normal (I think I saw a few if I remember correctly). I hope this help and I apologize if I come off as rude.

I saw your requests were open and I got really excited. Okay so do could you please spare some jealous Griffith headcanons. Like Griffith likes the reader (who has no idea) but, the reader seems to enjoy Guts company more than Griffith's?

aa sorry, i’m not dead! things have been crazy. Trying to get used to writing again, so this may look a bit weird.

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Griffith had been considered many things along his life.

A knight. A peasant. 

A gem of many faces, brought to shine through his wit and experience.

A hero. A villain. 

He had accomplished feats no common man could. He was considered graceful both in battlefield, and in matters of the Court. A head above the rest of men. Coveted and adored by nobles and laborers, there were few  who weren’t ensnared by his charms. Even less who, at the very least, didn’t admire him for his prowess.

But you?

You didn’t care how many fortresses he had snatched from the enemy’s grasp, or the titles he held, or how many armies he had struck to dust.

You would rather spend your hours with none other than his Captain.

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Headcanons under the cut

- Griffith is not someone who makes his intentions clear, unless he wishes so. But still, were his advances towards you truly that...faint? That indistinct?

- Truly, it’s a bizarre feeling. 

You’ve been here with him ever since the beginning, but still managed to work towards your own goal-- something he immensely admired and what first brought his attention to you in the first place. Is that why your ignorance felt like a back-handed slap to the face? 

You both shared stories by the fireplace, away from spying eyes and gossiping lips--he had even brushed his lips against yours, and even then! You only giggled and placed the blame of his slip-up on the mead.

The mead, of all things!

Not the long hours spent in ushered whispers by the light of a candle, or the short trips on horseback you took by the forest when a moment of respite was given, or the visits to the market, or even when you visited the palace together, where even the maids began to rumour about the mysterious Hawk’s lover. 

Not even then!

Not even then did you acknowledge what was so clear to everyone else!

- But, whenever you’re with the Captain, that cute little laugh of yours fills the air. Suddenly, you’re always keeping him company. Always sharing your insight with him, always doing the things reserved only for Griffith.

And, with all honesty, Griffith feels insulted.

- What is it that you don’t see? 

He won’t blame you,--can’t blame you. Griffith never thought of himself as a jealous person, firstly because he had never someone to be jealous of. 

He never had someone to care about. 

And he never had the competition.

- Griffith won’t lash out. He’s not that kind of man. 

If anything, he’s the sneaky kind.

- Stealing you away whenever you both have a free moment. Subtle touches that wouldn’t truly go unnoticed to attentive eyes, specially if the Captain is present.

All in all, Griffith is not one who would try to make the other jealous, because, as much as he may like games, he doesn’t play. 

Once he’s set to get you, he won’t waste any time. After all, he always get what he wants.

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I am quite curious how would Griffith feel if the s/o who was a member of the band, left him with Guts? How would he feel when he see her again when he’s at his weakest?

Trailing by the giant’s path, you almost bumped against his back as his steps were cut short, the hissing voice of an unsheathed blade turned your blood to ice.

Things could never be easy, could they?

The threads of gold in his dark coat shone as constellations of their own, a complicated web to dance around the night that hung from his shoulders.

“I thought I had made it clear. You belong to me.”

And even though his sword was pointed at Guts, his eyes pierced your own.

The first lights of dawn began to seep through the snow, cutting through the threads of pine and into your gritted teeth. 

“If you insist on abandoning us, the rules have not changed...”

Your knuckles became ashen by the force from which you gripped your staff.

“...Draw your sword and take your freedom from me.”

The sharp, freezing air of winter brought a maelstrom of scattered snowflakes to dance around your eyes.

“Would you settle for a smile and some well, have fun wishes?” As always, his dry wit was as appealing as a slap with a wet cloth in the middle of a blizzard.

Yet Guts seemed the same as always, even after spitting those words. Tense, yet serene.

After a few seconds of silence, a silence too heavy, one that clung to your lungs and wrung all air from them, his satchel was dropped onto the snow.

“I see how it is...”

“Guys, come on! Are you really willing to kill each other?” Even though Casca tried to be the voice of reason, none could be applied to the rules of mercenaries.

If you were taken by the sword, you were freed by the sword.

“¿And you?” It had been thousands, no, countless times that you had rehearsed this moment inside your head, but no amount of practice could ever prepare you for the utter...disappointment-- and yet not quite that. Sadness? Anger? Grief, even? Or simply...nothing?--For whatever it was that his voice held as he directed it towards you. Eyes glued to the snow by your feet, you could only weakly mumble into your scarf.

“It isn’t safe. Not anymore.” 

Persecuted, hunted like a dog by old enemies, so relentless that not even the menace of fighting against Midland’s new golden army was enough of a detriment to their resolve. 

What other choice was there, other than fleeing, and returning to the shadows?

Yet, he seemed not the slightest persuaded by your answer. His eyes, cold and unblinking, returned to your companion. His sword, a fang of silver, was swished into a different hold.

Always the same. Refined and elegant. Calculating. Knowing.

And Guts, heaving a sigh, only motioned you to stand back as he unsheathed his barbaric blade.

They both knew, there was no other way.

Casca was hauled back by Pippin’s iron-strong hold despite her protests.

“Perhaps if he gets an arm cut off, he’ll be more reasonable.” Came Corkus’s chortle.

Yet, even as you stood there, still as a statue, lip trembling in anticipation, you could only pray with every fiber of your being, that you’d never have to see him again.

And once again, silence settled in.

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“Do you really wish to leave...this badly?”

Griffith’s eyes wandered from Guts to your own. 

A friend and a lover, both, sparrows who had found their cage’s gate open wide.

He wouldn’t lose them both. He couldn’t lose them both.

His sword arm trembled for a second. Feigning a change of position, he discreetly shook away the tension.

You...wanted to leave him?

You?

The only one he had ever laid his heart bare for?

The only one he had ever shared a smile with, without pompous pretence?

The only one he had ever laid with in bed out of pure love, without expecting something, anything in return?

The only one, who ever made him, even for a feeble second, forget about this accursed existence he named dream?

“No...”

His right foot slid forward, digging in the snow.

“No!”

Guts’ grip tightened over the handle.

“I won’t let you leave!”

The weigh from the snow became too much for a branch to bear, for it bended without protest. As it thudded against the soil, like clockwork, the statues of men afore you cracked to life. Their blades drew closer, as if attracted by a force.

“I won’t allow it!”

And then, the world stopped, and the fang was broken in half.

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i hope this is enough for this one uwuU

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Drabble

The unwavering stench of blood ripped it's way to your nose, as rivers of the precious red liquid flowed at your feet.

Clenching your teeth after casting a barrier around you, your eyes shot towards the amalgamation of stone-carved faces, what gave place to the gargantuan hand that shot towards the dark sky, bruised in purples and magentas.

The fruit of what the Eclipse had brought.

Breathing heavily, only now that you stood inside the protection of the barrier were you brave enough to fall onto your knees and gasp for air.

"The otherworldly mage." Ubik's annoying voice rung in your ears. "And the first one to reject the mark."

"The first and only one." Continued Slan, as she stood in all her naked glory upon the hand-shaped tower with the rest of the God Hand, away from the nightmarish carnage that thrashed and unleashed down below.

And then, a furious roar reached your ears. A roar you knew all too well.

"Guts!" Your desperate scream was enough to alert few apostles that sought out for the survivors. While you were not branded for the sacrifice, it did not mean they wouldn't lay their hands of you.

There were worse fates than death.

A shadow flew above the head of a scuttling demon, ready to set it's claws upon you in your distraction, ripping a startled scream from your throat.

The barrier was set, true, but there was only so much magic left within you.

Using a long-bladed sword, Guts stabbed it right in one eye, piercing through its brain for all movement vanished.

Coughing, the man retrieved his weapon and jumped as best as he could off the demon.

His eyes almost shone in tears as he saw you. Hurrying to enter the barrier, the warrior engulfed you in a desperate hug.

"(Y/n)! You're...you're alive!" The desperation in his voice raked a sob in you. How many of you had survived?

Judeau, Pippin, Corkus...Casca. Was anyone spared?

Guts separated from you, shirt ripped off, and a bleeding chest for no one but you to see.

"You look like shit." You weakly joked, feeling a knot tug at your throat.

His wounds did not look fatal, but whatever reserves of magic you had would be used to close his bleeding gashes and scratches. You would survive, you had to! This couldn't be the end, could it?

Staring once more at the sky, fingers reached out to the sky as the four gods stared down at your pitiful existence.

Griffith...

And that's when it all began.

All tumult and clamor from the grotesque and hungry monsters quieted into a tense silence, all eyes set upon the tower.

The death of silence, and the awakening of a newborn king.

From the blood and guts of his betrayed companions arose the Hawk, with a shrill cry that could only be described as a cruel mockery of a baby's first breath.

All demons kneeled as Void's voice echoed throughout the plane, and their new lord extended his wings, for a reunion was in order.

"Femto", was his name. Not Griffith.

Femto.

The King didn't land too far away from you, wing melded back into a regal cape that perched from his shoulders, for all skin had been covered by a metallic armor.

And his face, what you longed to see above anything else, was masked by his characteristic helmet.

"Griffith...?" Guts breathed, still as a statue.

Red eyes locked within yours. A buzz rung in your ears.

As soon as your hand hovered over Guts' wounds, a strong force sent you to the ground, away from the safety of the barrier and away from him. The demon's laughter fell on your ears.

"(Y/n!)" His rush was cut short, for the demons had blocked the way as you struggled to get up fro the floor, the sharp edges of stone dug into your palms.

Thumps brought back your attention, forcing you to look back. Only to be met face to face with him. With Griffith.

Exhaling what little breath you had, it all turned to naught but a yelp as your were forced to stand, and red lips pressed against yours, bright as the eyes that looked upon you.

Only a gasp was enough for his tongue to slither in, for the touch of velvet burned every rational thought.

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My headcannon for SR Universe which created by @ddarker-dreams

-When SR user becomes friends with someone, SR tend to put bows on their hair, neck, on their chest and other places as a sign of friendship and trust

-If the user falls in love with someone, SR, a physical form of its user's soul, may sneakily try to convey that feeling to the person in its user's place.

-one of those ways is tying its user's pinky finger and their crush's pinky finger with SR's ribbon, so it would look like red string of fate.

-basically, it try’s to tell user's crush “hey, I think you and my user are destined lover” or something along of that line.

-I believe the passione boys' reaction would vary but I believe Giorno would know the meanging behind this action

-Lord, help SR user come up with a good excuse.

I draw Giorno because he is Lock's favorite (though I am still suck at drawing manly man like Jojo characters)

I try to design the outfit for fun and attempt to understand high fashion

Though I may not be a good writer, I hope this might cheer you up even just a little bit, Lock❤️

[sugarspicepie]

Zipper Man Gives me the Moody Blues: Part 1

Hello lovelies~! I’m here with another commission! with poly BruAbba! If you’d like to commission me you can find the link right here or in my bio!

Notes: 18+ ONLY! This is part 1 on a 2 part commission! This is set a few years after the events of part 5 where Abbacchio has gotten his job back at the police station and even got a promotion thanks to his mafia friends.

Pairing: Poly Yandere!Bruno x Police Chief!Abbacchio x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Mention of murder, unhealthy relationships, Bruno is delusional and has a daddy kink, Abbacchio is manipulative and has a corruption kink, this one is pretty tame compared to part 2

Word count: 1,530

Description: Bruno unknowingly kills someone in front of reader and they run to Police Chief Abbacchio for help but doesn’t realize Abba is married to the very man they’re running from.

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God, I love your works so much💕

You had survived.

Of course you had survived.

You were not of the pitiful worms that writhed in worship at his wake, who desperately reached out to grasp his shadow in adoration. No, you were much more.

And much like the first time you met, his undoing.

There was no one like you, and even now, void of all feelings and morals as he was now, the King of Darkness sought to rise above all, yet still felt something swell inside of him.

After all, you always were ahead of him.

Guts had fallen to the floor, the intensity of his mark's pain dragged him down to unconsciousness, as the little elf tried his best to wake him up.

Not too far away, stood the Count.

Or what little was left of him.

Your mark burned, that much was true, but you hadn't been bold enough to charge at your old lover much like Guts had, now paying the price.

You could only stay in place as the strange, surreal world shaped and shifted, only to bring the two of you closer.

A clawed hand slowly arose to gingerly touch the side of your face, as his eyes stared down at you. Burning, yet cold, tearing down at your throat, soft silk--

" You..."

"You never were one to follow destiny's path. Were you, my dove?" The sound of his voice, almost brought you to tears.

Even after everything he had done, his voice was still the same.

A lone tear slid into the half moon of his claw, as the burn of your mark sent a flare of pain down your (arm/leg/neck).

Retrieving his hand, Femto watched as you fell onto your knees with a pained cry. Those unmoving, unblinking red eyes that glared down upon you, filled with something that your pain would not let you describe.

It was only then that Guts had managed to regain his consciousness, that it became your turn to fall into the world of dreams.

Yet, it had not been his arms the ones that held you.

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A little gift to show my appreciation for @ddarker-dreams for their amazing Yandere blog. Plus, their fc, Scarlet Ribbons, is a cutie❤️

I hope you like this drawing

Scarlet Ribbons belongs to @ddarker-dreams

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I will always follow you (post-eclipse!Griffith x reader headcanons)

anon asked: “Hello, I hope you are doing well in the time like this. May I request some head cannons for post eclipse Griffith?”

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So what about a yandere Coronavirus?

Honestly, I don’t even see a problem with this anymore. It’s not Yandere!Bernie, and that’s all I can ask from a concept anymore. 

He (yes, he, no other gender or lack there-of would ever get sick then insist they’re fine until they’ve infected the entire country of Italy) would be an absolute Obsessive, the full-blow, utterly smothering type. Corona’s everywhere, regardless of how often you move or tell him off or file a new restaining-order on whatever terrible identity he came up with this time. It’s never active stalking, but he always seems to be looming in the background of you life, standing behind you while you wait for your morning coffee or running into you at a stop you didn’t think he frequented or just walking behind you for blocks, regardless of how far you know he is from home. It’s creepy, sure, but what really makes him so unbearable is just how aggressive he can be, even if it never seems to be directed towards you. It’s always your neighbor that got choked in their sleep, your favorite professor whose legs were broken over the weekend, your roommate who had to deal with someone breaking in while you were out. It’s never you, but it’s always so close to you. Like he’s constantly breathing down your neck.

He won’t even deny it if you confront him - that’s the worst part. He’ll smile so proudly and ask if you liked his handiwork, wondering out-loud what he’ll reward will be this time. Of course, you won’t be eager to give him what he’s earned, but that’s alright, he doesn’t mind having to work for it. All those little things add up over time, you know, and he’s sure the cash-in will be worth it when he finally gets the chance to properly break you in.

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So what about a yandere Coronavirus?

Honestly, I don’t even see a problem with this anymore. It’s not Yandere!Bernie, and that’s all I can ask from a concept anymore. 

He (yes, he, no other gender or lack there-of would ever get sick then insist they’re fine until they’ve infected the entire country of Italy) would be an absolute Obsessive, the full-blow, utterly smothering type. Corona’s everywhere, regardless of how often you move or tell him off or file a new restaining-order on whatever terrible identity he came up with this time. It’s never active stalking, but he always seems to be looming in the background of you life, standing behind you while you wait for your morning coffee or running into you at a stop you didn’t think he frequented or just walking behind you for blocks, regardless of how far you know he is from home. It’s creepy, sure, but what really makes him so unbearable is just how aggressive he can be, even if it never seems to be directed towards you. It’s always your neighbor that got choked in their sleep, your favorite professor whose legs were broken over the weekend, your roommate who had to deal with someone breaking in while you were out. It’s never you, but it’s always so close to you. Like he’s constantly breathing down your neck.

He won’t even deny it if you confront him - that’s the worst part. He’ll smile so proudly and ask if you liked his handiwork, wondering out-loud what he’ll reward will be this time. Of course, you won’t be eager to give him what he’s earned, but that’s alright, he doesn’t mind having to work for it. All those little things add up over time, you know, and he’s sure the cash-in will be worth it when he finally gets the chance to properly break you in.