#[HEAVY headcanoning here lmk if you don’t like it ^^;]

[spiderman2-99]

For a moment, all Miguel can do is stare at the holoscreen. Seems being slightly vague in texting is a dimensional constant with being Miguel O’Hara.

“Twice? Something happen?”

Okay, sue him, this Miguel is a bit of a strung-out wreck at the moment. (Anyone would be after chasing raccoons out of his office and dealing with a downed AI finally coming back to life)

“Didn’t have a reason outside of… curiosity. I suppose.”

The other versions of him he’s seen across the multi-verse… didn’t amount to much. The lot of them either became like Tyler Stone— greedy, power-hungry, corporate elites— or like George O’Hara— absolute nobodies who dealt with being nobodies in the worst ways possible.

As far as Miguel knew, the variant from TRN-1042 was the only other exception; look what happened to him.

(Some days, he wonders how close he is to turning out like apparently every other version of himself. If he were a little worse off mentally, he’d believe whatever blabber about his fate being enshrined in the fabric of reality itself; doomed to turn out like the people he despised.)

Until now, at least.

He hits the send button and busies himself with paperwork so as not to go down yet another long-winding mental rabbit hole about what this could all mean— if he can glean a meaning at all.

Another me. Haven't seen one of those in a while. Much less one who took up the mantle.

"I took it up twice, actually. Can't seem to separate myself from it." A gig that he never asked for, nor was obligated to keep up, the wish to help had won out against doing nothing at all. "What brings you here?"

[stellawish]

bestfriend!gojo he’s so possessive. like what you mean you have other friends? no he is your only friend.

bestfriend!gojo often hosts sleepovers. at his place, you have your own toothbrush (he bought it), clothes, and even a few pairs of underwear. despite having guest rooms, in the end of the night you always both end up sleeping in the same bed. he will come in and ask you to scratch his back and then peacefully fall asleep in your bed.

bestfriend!gojo’s so touch deprived even when he’s asleep. he’ll suffocate you with his arms. don’t try to move to the other side of the bed, you’ll only hearing him whining and pulling you closer to him.

bestfriend!gojo always lays his head on your back when you're studying or on your stomach while you're scrolling through social media. And don't even try to say that he’s heavy or it’s hot. In response, he’ll just whine that you’re not paying attention to him.

bestfriend!gojo knows ur skincare routine by heart. he openly stares at you: how you apply drops of serum on your face and how you spread moisturizer over your soft skin. for him, it’s like hypnosis. there’s something that keeps him captivated.

bestfriend!gojo secretly checks how much product is left and orders a new one online.

want part 2? lmk

hey guys here some gojo headcanons i hope u enjoyed it.

and english is not my native language so there may be some grammar errors oops

i would appreciate it if you could leave a comment or reblog!

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[ebonystarfall]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Hi!!! I partnered with a friend of mine to make this blog!(—Owner 1)

I begged for her email and now I’m forced to write this in her basement (—Owner 2)

Questions:

Q: What is this blog about?

— A: This is dedicated to writing LMK (Lego Monkie Kid) content, such as headcanons, oneshots, and character x reader stuff!

Q: Will you write about canon x canon?

— A: No, neither of us plan to write canon x canon…we’re sorry if that’s what you were hoping to look for!

Q: Which characters will you write about?

— A: Red Son, Nezha (Or Ne Zha depending on who you ask), Peng, Azure Lion, Kui Mulang, Ao Lie, Not Mayor, Syntax, maybe Spider Queen, Chang’e, and nobody else. (Update: Xianliu)

Q: What won’t you write?

— A: Smut, heavy gore, nsfw in general, minor x adult and other concerning things like that, yandere, and angst (I know we will write it on our CRK blog but we won’t do it here)

(Edit: we do angst.)

Q: Why won’t you write about Macaque, Wukong, or anyone else?

— A: Owner 1 is petty and doesn’t plan on writing about characters who has an INSANE amount of content (and also doesn’t really care about the others that weren’t mentioned), and Owner 2 only watched the show for their faves. Also because we don’t wanna mischaracterize the ones who are so popular to not look stupid 💜

Both of us are planning to make this blog more organized then the one about Cookie Run… (cough cough…this one)

(We won’t abandon that blog we swear)

(EDIT: We abandoned that hell of a mess)

[villainspeech]

# VILLAINSPEECH : A PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE RED SON OF THE LEGO MONKIE KID SERIES. PREDOMINANTLY BASED ON THE SHOW ITSELF & INFLUENCED BY HEADCANONS, JOURNEY TO THE WEST, AND OTHER MATERIALS INVOLVING HÓNG HÁI-ER / SHÀNCÁI / SUDHANA. INTERPRETED AND WRITTEN BY SYD. ESTABLISHED APRIL 2023. INFORMATION BELOW.

NOW FOUND @stillgrows

a study in: never measuring up, carrying the weight of filial piety, bearing the loss of something innate, navigating the grey line between the selfishness of villainy and the recklessness of heroism, atoning for mistakes beyond ones control, & fire-forged friendship.

note : i'm on a bit of a semi-hiatus until mid-may due to packing, cleaning, and moving

RULES :

i. i'm syd or plant. 25↑. any pronouns. lesbian. i'm very new to the lmk scene, but i'm not new at all to roleplay... on tumblr or otherwise. this blog is new and therefore uses the beta editor. i tend to delete ooc posts a lot. i'm white, so feel free to correct me if i happen to misstep. i’m also a working adult with a lot of interests and blogs in other rpcs, so this blog is going to be low activity.

ii. this blog is mutuals only, adults only, and highly selective. i’m here to have a good time with friends, although i’m welcoming of new friends as well. multimuse, duplicate, and oc friendly, with my usual selectivity.

iii. i will not send in rules passwords or fill in interest checkers. i always read rules, and if there’s a muse on a multi i do not want to write with i’ll tell you if it ever comes up. roleplay should not be work and i refuse to treat it like it is.

iv. the usual content information: i don't condone harassment, but i also don't want people who identify as proshippers in my space. there are some things that should not be sexualized. that said, there will be very heavy themes and nsfw content at times. i will tag accordingly as topic //. i don't have any triggers that need to be tagged.

v. no godmodding or metagaming as a general rule, although i do often make exceptions with friends in regards to longer threads, ask responses, and drabbles. i play it fast and loose with some stuff but, like… use your brain, please. if we don’t know each other, definitely don’t do it. or just ask. i can be very laid back.

vi. this goes without saying, but i don't own the character or the source material(s). the song in this post is intruder by the glass pyramids. all visuals are from official sources, edited by myself with a psd of my own creation. all interpretations and headcanons are my own.

ABOUT :

name: red son age: 1,420 / appears to be in his early 20s species: demon, with celestial blood from his mother explaining his human-like appearance gender: all of them pronouns: any / usually defaults to he/him lately orientation: bisexual, if he has to label

notable features: a scar on his left cheek from when he was a child, very sharp teeth with pronounced upper and lower canines hair: vivid red, wild when not contained in a high ponytail, and often dancing with flames skin: medium brown with olive undertones; there is some burn scarring from having the samadhi fire removed, although most are very faint nowadays eyes: a dark, reddish-brown, with a faint, ember-like glow height: 5'8" / 172cm build: lean and toned, bordering on lanky

enneagram: 3w4 sx/sp body language: when not dramatically posturing, red son tends to appear rather languid: hands in his pockets, leaning against walls and railings, condescending cants of his chin. disposition: dramatic and short-tempered, red son comes across as exceptionally arrogant and condescending. he can be a difficult one to get along with, with his short fuse flaring up even when trying to be nice.

about: born the first and only child of the demon bull king and princess iron fan, red son seemed to be exceptionally powerful and promising — but the very samadhi fire that had so much promise was the very thing that endangered his own existence and that of the entire world. in order to save the child and the world itself, a ritual was performed to remove it from the child and seal it away forever.

some flames lingered, but the true samadhi fire was lost to him.

while the truth of its connection to him and his violent severance from it was kept a secret from red son — was it out of shame, mother? father? — it wasn't enough to keep him from seeking knowledge: on the subject of the fire, on other ways to prove himself as useful to his parents, on the celestial plane, on their adversaries.

there is more coming but i ran out of energy for now

VERSES :

main verse. this is the verse that encompasses any point throughout the canon timeline, from the pilot on.

pre-canon. this verse tag encompasses anything involving younger red son, including possible aus. while journey to the west will be, in theory, an inspiration, given that red son's plot has nearly completely divorced itself from the character of red boy, i will be playing in this space rather freely.

kingdom hearts. one would think that the world falling to darkness would be ideal for a demon, but that wasn't the case in red son's mind. this darkness was different, and red son found himself lost in the expanse of other worlds. he usually finds himself in the company of organization xiii members, given how their power draws him in — but he has yet to ally himself with any given side as he weighs his options. ( will add and clarify things as this verse is fleshed out. )

KINGDOM HEARTS AFFILIATES :

toast: empxrical key: bladestormed astro: solears / obsidianrite / spellwaever / antiaquas noir: burserks / lordxemnas / undahlia / terranorts

[lastdr3am3r445]

perhaps....some bokuto or iida hcs 👁️?

Oookay, I did choose Iida for this one, but I would love to do some HC's for the HQ boys in the future 👀 Anyhow, I thought of this idea for like... Rainbow Headcanons? I dunno, lmk what you think because I had so many ideas but none of them were cohesive enough to in a list together. Basically the key goes like this: 💖 - Romantic / Flirty

🧡 - Irritated/Fighting

💛 - Nervous/Excited

💚 - Happy

💙 - Sad

💜 - Spicy

🤍 - Wildcard Naturally, because we're doing some ✨s p i c y✨ stuff, we will be talking about an aged up Iida per usual. This is assuming an XReader scenario, so I hope that's okay!! All that said, here we gooo~ 💖 - Generally Iida gets pretty flustered if you express any interest towards him around others. Just a blushing, flailing, Karate-chopping mess.

However… he is not opposed to exacting his revenge discreetly. Pulling you around corners and into corridors, pressing you against the wall, and with a curled finger beneath your chin, his lips scarcely touching yours, he breathes…

“Behave yourself, dearest…”

🧡 - He is exactly how you think he might be in an argument. He is stern, and not opposed to raising his voice to get his point across, but he’ll never fully shout at you. You know when he’s reaching his limit when he pulls his glasses from his face and pinches the bridge of his nose, heaving a long suffering sigh.

💛 - Again, he is pretty transparent when it comes to his nerves. In a light hearted situation, he is definitely a knee bouncer, though he'll insist nothing is wrong.

In more serious situations, he will do nigh whatever it takes to get to you, and when he does, you will be pulled this way and that as he examines your body for every single misplaced hair or the tiniest of scratches, vowing vengeance on whosoever inflicted them upon you.

💚 - Iida is absolutely the type who, when elated, and especially if he hasn’t seen you in a long time, will close the distance between you as quickly as possible (even activating his quirk if necessary), and will swoop you up into his arms and twirl you about, sparing no small amount of kisses all over your face.

💙 - He will always try to hide his sadness, and he’ll almost always fail. If you press him even a little, he will yield, not wanting to deliberately lie to you. He’ll sigh and divulge whatever is on his mind, and then immediately apologize for being so weak. You’ll hug him, and he will bury his face in the crook of your neck, lulled to soothe by the smell of your signature fragrance.

💜 - Iida… is not a man of many kinks… however, he is indeed very good at his chosen deviances. He is particularly fond of and skilled in shibari. It needn’t be for bondage sake, either. He takes great pride in wrapping you in intricate rope harnesses, with delicate knot-work. He finds it meditative, and grants him that control he so craves.

When you are bound, you always knew it was about to get hot n heavy when he takes off his glasses, slowly, deliberately closing the ear pieces. Now he has to be as close as possible when he fucks you, so he can see every expression that crosses your cute face.

"Don't hide yourself from me, dearest... I much prefer it when you're honest..."

🤍 - I strongly feel like Iida’s guilty pleasure is watching the Fast and Furious movies. Particularly Tokyo Drift. He doesn’t share this with a lot of people, because he gets embarrassed when they act so surprised. He knows it isn’t accurate, and the premise is ridiculous, that’s why it’s a guilty pleasure after all. But it won’t stop him from enjoying it in secret.

[kuinliekkienroihu]

I (crysuzumushi, haha) am working on answering your ask game prompts, you picked two of my very favorites, thank you! I'm gonna ask you to do Kaname too! And Byakuya.

Okay, thanks for the ask!! Sorry it took so long to answer, i wrote a novel. Also sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language

Kaname:

1. Favorite thing about them

How he always seeks to act according to his sense of justice. Also he's one of the best written characters in the entire series. He's very complex, which makes him feel kinda like an actual person with understandable actions caused by his past. There are a lot more things, but i'm not good at putting things to words so yeah.

2. Least favorite thing about them

How underutilized he was as a character. I'm really glad there's more of him in cfyow, even though i've only read the first part

3. Favorite line

" I follow the path least soaked in blood. The path I walk is justice."

4. BrOTP

I have many, mostly Shuhei, Aizen, Gin and Sajin

5. OTP

-

6. NOTP

hmm, i don't like him and Aizen romantically at all, same goes for Sajin

7. Random headcanon

He has a plant garden in Las Noches in which he grows, among many other things, the ingredients for Aizen's tea, which is Kaname's secret special mix of herbs. Aizen really misses the tea Kaname made for him.

8. Unpopular opinion

He did nothing wrong, or rather, all he did was (more or less) justified

9. Song i associate with them

-

10. Favorite picture of them

This is my favorite too

Byakuya:

1. Favorite thing about them

Yes. I love every single thing about him. Even the things others would consider as flaws are perfect. I really like how calm and collected he is regardless of the situation, he's intelligent and calculating.

A very well written character with, in my opinion, the best character development. Especially his relationship with Rukia from ignoring her out of pain (since she looks almost identical to Hisana), protecting her to keep a promise, letting her be executed to keep another promise to genuinely caring about her and saving her life in many occasions, clearly regretting what he did to her and trying to compensate for his actions.

Kubo wrote his development extremely well, in the end of the series he's objectively a better person than in the beginning, but his personality didn't change much. He's still the same overly serious, stuck up asshole we know and I love him for it.

Another thing I love the most about him is the fact that he's another walking contradiction. But somehow, these contradictions make a paradox or a perfect harmony without cancelling each other. Kubo did an amazing job making him have many layers in his character. There's this line from a book (had to look it up, the book is called "the chrysanthemum and the sword") that the author used to describe Japanese people, I think I read that in someone's ig story and it got stuck in my head since it reminded me of Byakuya so much, and in my honest opinion, describes him rather thoroughly, especially second, third and fourth ones. His zanpakuto, which is one of the infinite reasons I love him, being fully portrayed by the second one "both militaristic and aesthetic" being combined into the beautiful but deadly weapon Senbonzakura is.

"both aggressive and unaggressive, both militaristic and aesthetic, both insolent and polite, rigid and adaptable, submissive and resentful of being pushed around, loyal and treacherous, brave and timid, conservative and hospitable to new ways"

When you think about it, he has the most fitting zanpakuto for his personality compared to the other shinigami and the way he uses it is one of the tiny details which make him, him.

His spot as a captain and the head of the Kuchiki clan is in my opinion fully earned (rest of the nobles (except Yoruichi) can go fuck themselves) (sorry Tara, ignore this please lol). He is hardworking and precise, almost workaholic, has trained hard from a very young age and puts duty above everything. But he still has a hidden "work mode: off" -side which we see occasionally as cracking a dry joke or the wakame taishi fuckery in general. Latter being, in my honest thoughts, hilarious and adorable.

There is a lot more but i literally can't list everything. This is already a hell of an essay.

2. Least favorite thing about them.

My answer is probably as you can expect: none.

There is one thing i don't really like, but it's about the writing.

!!TYBW SPOILERS!!

In the beginning of the arc i think that immediately releasing bankai, especially when he knew it was gonna be sealed, was out of character and i would have been very upset if he stayed dead, since the action which resulted in that was not something he would do.

3. Favorite line

“If it’s for the sake of my pride there’s nothing I won’t destroy.”

I know it’s from a filler but this line just sums his whole character, personality and motivations up so well.

4. BrOTP

I have so many, i want him to have friends lol. But to point out the most significant ones i'd say Rukia, Renji, Kenpachi, Toshiro and Ichigo

5. OTP

The only one i really ship him with is Nanao. Hisana is kind of “it’s canon and i’m fine with it.” I haven’t seen enough of her to form an opinion about the ship, but it’s obvious how much Bya loved her and it’s so sweet.

6. NOTP

Okay, i have never mentioned this before since i know many of my followers/mutuals ship them. Renji. The only ship I. Can't. Stand.

Like, platonically? Yes, they're bros. But romantically or especially sexually? No. Fuck no.

I don't care if you ship them, good for you, but please tag the stuff so it gets filtered.

7. Random headcanon

He sleeptalks a lot. And it's not mumbling, he talks the same way as when he's awake but it's absolute nonsense.

Byakuya, asleep: Do not eat the drawer.

Hisana, awake: *watches him in utter confusion*

Byakuya, still asleep: Give him a pink tricycle.

Hisana: To whom?

Byakuya: Head captain Yamamoto

Hisana: *trying not to laugh*

Another hc that i have is that he is a closet metalhead and likes especially power- and symphonic metal (this might sound very weird if you know nothing about this kind of music lol)

8. Unpopular opinion

His actions in the soul society arc were understandable. He was put between the bark and the tree (i hope you get what i mean) and had to choose from just letting things happen and going against central 46 and all of soul society (or at least that’s what he thought). Also the line he said to Ukitake, which is still easily in top5 most asshole things he has said/done, in my opinion shows what he thought of Rukia’s execution and why he didn’t do anything to prevent it. “Once you’ve let one of your people die.. ...two or three more make no difference.” Both of his parents are dead, Hisana is dead, Ginrei is most likely dead and he thought for 100 years that Yoruichi was dead too. I think Byakuya thought losing one more person he cares about couldn’t hurt more than it already has and therefore didn’t think it was worth breaking the promise he made in his parents’ grave and trying to save her. And that fucking breaks my heart.

9. Song I associate with them

I have a 6h long playlist which I’m not gonna post. Can’t choose just one lol.

10. Favorite picture of them

*digs through nearly infinite pinterest board, tumblr and phone’s gallery*

This is (one of) my favorite manga panel(s) of him. I love how calm but powerful he looks. The lines representing the heavy spiritual pressure. Like an inescapable doom approaching (which indeed was the case). And for some reason i love it. 

My favorite fanart, which i obviously can’t post since you can’t post others art so here’s the link: https://www.deviantart.com/keelerleah/art/Bleach-Byakuya-Looking-Back-127254804

and then one which I think is official art or at least an edit of it, if I’m wrong please lmk

[skellebonez]

Monkie Kid Headcanons Part 2: Red Son and Demon Bull Family Backstory

Follow up to this post, with a lot more heavy thinking needed this time. Since these characters technically had backstories in Journey to the West, I wanted to really think over how to work those into what we have in the show (even though it kinda doesn’t 100% work and is really messy if you overthink it since the show throws some stuff to the wayside). This took me multiple days to work out so I hope it at least makes sense.

Warning: This one actually gets very VERY dark with emotional and psychological abuse detailed in the later half, so I am putting all of these under a read more. Seriously. I want you to be aware of this before you click that button. Do not ignore this warning please.

I PROMISE that part 3 will be a lot less heavy. I just wanted to get this out so I could finally move on from it.

First, gonna preface this with the fact we all know Monkie Kid is not 100% accurate to Journey to the West. Characters that are supposed to be dead are alive after all, and Red Son’s existence in the show itself in particular kinda makes no sense when I overthink about him. Red Boy is evil in his first appearance, but comes back redeemed way later in the novel (and with his name changed to that of an actual deity who had already existed outside of JTTW with a completely different backstory).

In reality, JTTW is fiction based on historical events and Monkie Kid is made to be a kid’s show and was never going to be accurate to the novel. Not even adaptations of JTTW are. So basically, I headcanon this: in the show, JTTW the novel exists as a highly accurate and very important piece of historical novelization (a non-fiction novel). But like most examples of real non-fiction novels (like Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood), it is not entirely accurate and there are bits and pieces that do not line up. It is, however, incredibly close to 98% accuracy and anyone in it who reads it is impressed.

That being said, Red Son did study with Guanyin for quite a few years (though he was not entirely redeemed like his book counterpart, he was getting there). He actually did learn a lot and was pretty darn happy to be under her teaching at the time. Mostly because he didn’t know what was going on outside...

Unfortunately, later portions of JTTW confirm that Red Son being taken... completely ruined Monkey King and Demon Bull King’s friendly relationship. So that, combined with other events in the Fiery Mountains, it is incredibly likely that is why DBK was so bent on ruling and taking out Wukong for good. He wanted revenge for a lot of stuff Monkey King did.

Before we get into the depressing stuff, I personally headcanon that DBK was actually just. Dead. Completely dead. That is why he went from being covered in floof to being big buff body builder man. Hair does not grow back when you are dead. Removing the staff completely revived him. I needed a silly weird headcanon in here ok?

Since Princess Iron Fan calls him her husband, not her ex-husband as he had divorced her to be with Princess Jade Face in JTTW, I think they either reconciled at some point or PJF... didn’t exist? Since LMK is a kid’s show the later is more likely... but this is my headcanon. Given her personality in the show and book I think it is possible that they mutually divorced due to losing Red Son, DBK remarried, then realized he still loved PIF and wanted to go back to her and she took him back.

We don’t actually know much about PJF so... uh... I like to think she was shockingly chill about it and is just living comfortably somewhere else now. And never wants to see Monkey King again. I hope she is living her best fox spirit life.

Also unfortunately, DBK did not stand a chance and when he was sealed it took a major toll on PIF. She was left alone, her renewed husband either trapped or dead under a mountain and her son kinda sorta still arrested by a deity. This made her more distant to everyone and a lot more cold.

When news of what happened to his father reached Red Son, he pleaded with Guanyin to be allowed to leave her teaching to stay with his mother. He knew what isolation felt like and did not wish for her to feel the same any longer. Guanyin trusted her disciple and allowed him to return to his mother permanently, if he desired. Alone.

This was a mistake. Oh boy was this a mistake. Heaven should have either sent someone else completely or had someone accompany Red Son to PIF to help her because this one decision is why everything in show happens.

At first things go pretty well. PIF is definitely in need of support, but she is ecstatic to see her son again. And that lasts. For a while. Until she starts to project onto Red. She starts to blame him for being captured, for not being strong enough to take out Wukong when he had the True Samadhi Fire, for not being there to keep DBK from leaving her, for not being there to help his father fight Wukong a second time. Everything is Red Son’s fault now.

This simmers for a while before it starts to come forth to the surface. She starts being colder and more distant and giving Red little jabs in their conversations. She says them so sweetly it always takes Red a second to register what she says. 

“Oh Red Son, if only your father were here to see this. Too bad you weren’t there to save him.” “I love you my son, even if you can be useless at times.” “Princess Jade Face would have loved you I bet, but you were far too busy with the celestials to visit. I understand.”

This starts to wear Red down after a while, until he starts to believe his mother. He WASN’T there when he father was defeated, he COULD have taken care of Wukong, he WAS the reason his father left his mother. She was as warm and loving to him as she was when he was a small child when he came back but now? Now she’s as cold to him as anyone else.

She is never outright physically abusive, that is below her in her mind. But other things? Like not having his meals prepared along side hers? Insulting him as casually as saying the sky is blue? Pointing out every mistake he makes when writing or working on a project? Taking his things and “losing” them, only to “find” them days later in a place she told him to look and telling him he needs to be more careful? “Mistakenly” locking Red Son in his room and ignoring his yells and pleas to be let out? Those are on the table.

And this is when he becomes obsessed with getting back in her good graces and starts to push aside his teachings from Guanyin. He just wants his mother back.

His mother does not come back... but his old self does.

Guanyin does not learn of this until long after it is impossible to convince Red Son to leave his mother. She has the kneejerk reaction to just take him back by force but... for some reason she does not. She lets him stay. Perhaps she does not want to make the wrong decision again. Perhaps she feels she taught him everything she could. No one really knows. She does not discuss this.

After a while PIF does lessen her emotional and psychological abuse, once she is certain Red Son will never leave her. She even starts to treat him nicely, like her son who she always loved, like a mother again, even praises and defends him from others again (and Red Son eats it up because this is exactly what he wanted and just fuels his determination to prove himself and stay in her good graces). And at the time the show begins she has come to terms with the fact Red Son was not, in fact, at fault for anything and even regrets this portion of her life.

Make no mistake, however, her treating him less bad, even well at times, now does NOT in any way absolve her of how she treated him in the past. She is still abusive and she has done nothing that could truly set anything right. She still calls him things like “her sweet useless boy” and pulls shit like the racing episode. It’s not really any better. It’s just not actively as bad as it used to be at the moment.

DBK in show did not notice how PIF had changed because in the pilot he was too distracted with being revived and as the show went on he was too distracted with the power of the White Bone Spirit calling to him.

Upon a rewatch he actually seems to be under WBS’s thrall multiple times before episode 10, such as the racing episode where we can clearly see his eyes glowing with possession blue, and I think this affected his personality a bit. Not much, I think he was still neglectful and cold to Red Son from the get go, but WBS probably exacerbated the worst parts of his personality long before taking over completely.

But I think he sure does notice NOW that the thrall no longer has him. Whether or not he does anything about this is up in the air, however. It is entirely possible he falls fully into neglect and does nothing to stop anything.

Red Son knows, very deep down, that his father is neglectful and his mother is abusive. He knows. He just won’t admit that not even demons are like this to their children. Won’t admit that he doesn’t deserve it, that he never deserved it. Because he loved his mother deeply before he left. He loved her when she convinced him he did. And he still loves her, and his father. He’s stubborn. He doesn’t want to give up on that.

It is going to take a LOT for someone to show him that he deserves better. But having his father back has not been everything he had hoped it would be and now... now it may be possible for someone to reach him. At least convince him that SOMETHING needs to change.

[keitthen]

Hello✨ could you write something fluffy with Inumaki?🥺👉👈 maybe Reader is incredibly stressed due to high expectation on them and them not being able to exactly live up to their familie‘s expectation even though they try? And maybe just some comforting and cuddling with onigiri boy?🥰 thank you so much! I hope you have an amazing day!

─ comfort | ft. inumaki toge of 'jujutsu kaisen.'

✧ ─ pairings;

1. inumaki toge + reader

✧ ─ warnings;

neglect from parental responsibility, high stress, and extremely difficult expectations of behaviour.

✧ ─ librarian's notes;

hi there! welcome to the blog, and thank you for the request! i'll be glad to write your req, but since you haven't mentioned whether you wanted a scenario or headcanons, so i went ahead with the latter.

lmk if you wanted a scenario, i'll do my best to write it too. and yes, inumaki is best boy and i am glad that my first contribution to the jjk fandom is his.

Being the younger sibling of the clan's heir, everyone expected you to be strong and mighty just like them.

They've always had expectations ─ on the way you speak, the way you eat, the way you behave, the way you fight, and most importantly ─ on how strong your powers are.

Your parents placed the highest of them, wanting you to follow in the footsteps of the child that they were oh so proud of.

They didn't want you to be you, they wanted you to be a second copy of your sibling.

So you tried. Tried hard to reach up to their immensely difficulty expectations. Gave up nights of sleep, all your free time and left the time to eat, all to train more, study more and more.

And yet, according to your parents, it wasn't enough.

You'd never be enough. You could never be the child they were proud of.

You knew the burdens your sibling carried because of their title as the heir, but sometimes, you wished. Wished that it was you in their place, having all of your parents' affection, and strong powers.

Yet, life is never fair, is it? You'd never be them. No matter how much you tried, your clan would never accept it as enough. They always wanted more.

Coming back home to the dorms after another meeting with your parents and the elders of the clan, you were exhausted.

Exhausted of all the mean words they tell you ─ exhausted of the burdens, and tired of always working away with no result nor reward.

Placing your things on the only desk in your room, you flopped on to your bed, placing a hand to block out the sun that fluttered through the baby blue curtains that decorated the window by your bed.

The light was too bright, and all you wanted was to rest. You were nearly falling asleep, when a knock on your door resounded in the hallway outside.

Somehow bringing yourself to get up, you sluggishly made your way to the door, ready to chew out the person who dared to disturb your slumber, when you're greeted by a familiar mop of white hair that you adore so much.

It's Inumaki.

Turning around, you make your way back, as he comes in and shuts the door behind him.

Lying down again, you feel yourself become even more tired, as yoir eyes begin to grow heavy again. Your body wants to rest, but your mind doesn't ─ it wants to remind you of yoir failures, that you were considered a disappointment.

Feeling a gentle touch move your hand away from your face, you look up to see Inumaki peering down at your tired form.

What's wrong?, he silently asks through his eyes. Being with him long enough has allowed you to understand him even without words.

“It's nothing”, you say, not wanting to talk about it. Just thinking about it makes you sick.

Seating himself on your bed, he slips a hand underneath you, and pulls you up to him, and holds you in a tight embrace.

Your parents again?, he silently questions again. When you nod at his question, he takes you in an tighter embrace, feeling anger slowly boil inside him.

He places a soft kiss on your forehead, and lets you down on the bed again, and rushes out of your door.

Sighing, you stretch out, only to find a sticky note stuck to your hand.

BRB. Just getting some of your favourite snacks and my laptop so we can watch a movie.

Letting a small smile come on to your face, your attention is drawn away to the loud noise near your door. There, you see a walking stack of snacks, and are almost ready to throw something at it ─ wait, that's Inumaki.

He quickly makes his way over, and drops all of the snacks near you, and gestures you to pick whatever you want. When you're done choosing, he sets up his laptop and pulls you into a back hug.

Holding out his hand towards the device, he silently asks you to pick the movie, too. When you find the one you want to watch, he clicks on it, watching as the introduction comes to life on the screen.

He somehow manages to pull you even closer, and wraps your blanket around the two of you.

While you watch the movie as you snack, he takes his time to place feather light kisses on your face ─ it's his own way of comforting you, and slowly, you feel yourself relax in his hold.

As much as he wishes that he can comfort you with words, he cannot, so he does what he does best ─ through actions. All it takes is him holding you for all your negative feelings to go away.

Feeling the exhasution set in again, your eyes begin to droop, wanting to sleep, but you try to stay awake for him.

He notices, and holds you in a position where it's comfortable for you to sleep.

“Shake”, he says, telling you that it's okay for you to sleep.

Little by little, slumber takes over your being, and Inumaki's soft, loving smile is the last thing you see. As sleep slowly lulls you into its gentle arms, you think to yourself one last thing.

I'll be okay. Everything's going to be alright, as long as you're here.

What you don't know, is that you said them out loud ─ effectively surprising the boy. As he comes back to his self again, he smiles even wider, placing another kiss on your face, and mutters something to himself so softly, no one else could hear it unless they paid attention.

I'll be here for you as long as you want me to.

✦ ─ librarian's other notes;

and done! i hope you liked it! once again, thank you for the request, nonnie!

love,

ria.

© 2021 @the-diabolikal-otaku. do not plagarise or repost.

[simpz-art-stash]

A friend of mine and me have been rp’ing a LOT of LMK as of late and we decided to stuff in some old faces from an old original rp we had going on between our fav OTP (JokiXTrixie~) Decided to have their future versions meetup with the gang in an AU! As well as have Joki live out his lifelong dream as a rockstar again. Only this time as a demon-centric metal rock band. Where basically all their players are a demon of sorts to help fill the community in the world now that demons / spirits altogether are becoming a more popular minority on the online community. (my headcanon at least lol) ALSO HERE’S SOME COOL NOTES ABOUT EM!;

- Joki is based off a nightmaren from the game series NiGHTS Journey of Dreams. He still is one in this AU, the only difference is that he helped NiGHTS along with a whole gang of char’s defeat and seal away Wizeman in order to restore peace to the Dream Realm (Nightopia). Now with THAT out of the way, he eventually married Trixie where they both travel the world on tour. (The kind of music they tend to work on sounds like this.) - Joki is an electric guitarist / vocalist who used to have a band under the same name back during his first few long years in the mortal realm, back then they weren't able to go all out due to the stigma against demons. So they simply opted to pretend in favor of keeping their fans pleased. But it took it's toll on the rest of the gang who where demons. To the point they just ended up quitting due to stress of trying to keep their secret. As well as Joki having to take a lotta ‘sick days’ because of his 'condition'. (He couldn’t exist outside of the Dream Realm for too long due to the real world magic not meeting the same standards of his own body’s magic composition like his homeworld would.)

Now that he's been reborn to where his condition no longer applies he wanted to get back into the gig wid his wifey. Unfortunately the rest of his old members had either died off, uninterested or he just couldn't find em anymore. So he rounded up a few demons he met while doing a lil soul searching with Trixie and eventually brought the band back online. Mostly he did it because of the more popular outlook the demon community has started to show online. And since their band mainly has a whole gang of demons, it only fuels their rep for being pro-demon.

- SQiD: Joki dunno HOW the hell they found out he was looking for players for his band, but they showed up one day and offered their services. They’re a great pianist, as well as a good music editor. And even though they never talk, they DO happen to do vocals for their more metal heavy albums while Joki and Dez do backup. Joki isn’t even sure if they ARE a demon (pretty sure they’re some kinda eldrich deity) but honestly, so long as they don’t cause trouble he could care less. (They’re non-binary btw) (The kind of music they tend to work on sounds like this.) - Ray: A fire demon incubus and also the drummer! Joki met em a while back, and asked em if they wanted in, to which they agreed. He’s a bit of a hot head, and he’s totally hit on Trixie at least once. Though after getting shot down he more or less just teases her from time to time, there is a bit of mutual respect for her though considering she’s abstained his temptations in favor of his own bro. Just make sure you knock on his door because the chances of you walking in on him nakey is never 0%. - Dez or ‘Songbird’ as the other’s nicknamed them for their extensive vocal range, is what you’d totally call a drama queen. They also handle the bass and share vocals with Joki. They’re an ice serpent, but that’s about as much as you’ll get out of them backstory wise. They’re more keen on keeping the attention on themselves and adore their fans, who’re always surprised to find their persona on stage is a complete 360 compared to their normal demeanor. (The kind of music they tend to work on sounds like this.) - Trixie is married to Joki. She also happens to help with merch and keepin’ the boy’s in line. All of em know not to mess with her more than needed. Especially considering she’s a witch who’s gone through hell n’ back with Joki knowing he’d do the same for her. She’s basically helped saved the world twice at this point, and a third in this AU. She’s also a high standing witch now having eventually found her path and studied to get where she is with her status. And even though she isn’t immortal, her magic will keep her alive for a long time to come, something Joki wouldn’t have any other way. - Also Red Son is a total simp for Beast Machines music. LOL

If you got any questions regarding these neat char’s don’t hesitate to hit me up! ;D I own all the characters EXCEPT for Trixie, who belongs to @preposterousmissbradley However I did design her new outfit. Along with the rest of the character’s. work © Azelforest , do not repost, re-distribute, edit, or claim as your own, etc.

[dex-xe]

Ghosts OC (William)

Name: William Benjamin Harley (he/him)

Life: 8th February 1865 - 13th September 1874 (died aged 9 1/2)

Death: He was a farm labourer and died in an industrial farming accident in a field that has now been assimilated into the grounds of Button House.

Looks:

- He has blonde, curly hair and wide blue eyes.

- His skin is pale and covered in freckles and little injuries from both his accident and early incidents (he spent all day working outside with heavy machinery which was dangerous work).

- He has a button nose and a kind of shy smile.

- He wears a long sleeved white, buttoned shirt with brown overalls over the top. All of his clothes are a bit grubby as is his skin.

- He doesn’t wear shoes so his feet are dirty. His right ankle is also injured and he walks with a considerable limp.

Personality:

- He’s very, very quiet and tends not to speak up unless it’s absolutely necessary. However, he does giggle quite a bit at the various antics of the other ghosts.

- He’s quire timid and gets very scared of new people being in the house and relies on the other ghosts to tell him what to do or speak for him in situations.

- But when he gets to know people he can be really friendly and follows his friends around like a puppy.

- He never ever gets loud and even when he is incredibly upset he never makes any kind of noise. He sniffles quietly in his room and tries to hide from everyone else.

- He doesn’t like to be a burden on others which is often to his detriment because even when he needs help he never asks.

Relationships:

- Robin: Robin was the first person to find William even though he’d been dead a number of years by the time they first met. William had seen Robin in the gardens many times since his death but hid every time. He’s slightly wary of Robin’s boisterous behaviour but is generally on good terms with him (he finds it very funny when Robin makes people jump).

- Alison: William really loves Alison. He was so wary of her to begin with because he didn’t quite understand how a living person could see him but now he absolutely loves her. He sits quietly beside Alison while she does the gardening and every single time she touches a plant he tells her the name of it (regardless of how many times she’s been told, Alison always appreciates William participating).

- Mike: Mike is a bit freaked out by the idea of a child ghost but is generally friendly towards his.

- Jemima: William and Jemima have quite a good relationship being the only children in the house and, while Jemima much prefers to be on her own, sometimes she allows William to come sit in the pantry with her and they quietly play with her doll.

- Kitty: Kitty really likes William and basically sees him as a brother. She says a lot about how she always wanted a brother so badly and is thrilled that she has one now. She teaches William to play different games including a lot of old Georgian games.

- Humphrey: William really really likes Humphrey. He walks around with Humphrey’s head a lot and can often be found wandering around with Humphrey in search of his body. William is actually the one who most often reunites the two halves of Humphrey, he takes his body by the hand and leads it over to a piece of furniture, then he climbs up and places Humphrey’s head on his neck. Humphrey then always gives him a hug and helps him down of whichever bed, sofa or table William had climbed onto.

- Thomas: Thomas and William don’t particularly get on. Thomas finds children irritating and thinks they get in the way, he doesn’t speak to William much at all.

- Fanny: Fanny also isn’t particularly affectionate towards William either but does give him praise when he does something well etc.

- Mary: Mary is very protective over William and is constantly issuing unwarranted advice on William’s upbringing.

- Julian: William is very intimidated by Julian (who also finds kids quite irritating). He stays away from William in an unwritten agreement that William stays away from him as well. However, after the Christmas with Mike’s family, he tries to make slightly more of an effort with William by teaching him chess (to make up for his lack of parenting to Rachel).

- Plague Ghosts: The Plague Ghosts terrify William. He refuses to go anywhere near the basement and certainly not alone. On the very few occasions the Plague Ghosts venture upstairs, William runs and hides in his bedroom or cowers behind the Captain (who once encouraged William to shake one of their hands but it really didn’t help his fear).

- Pat: Pat tries soooo hard with William, constantly trying to drag him into participating in clubs and talking more and being around the other ghosts more but William doesn’t respond particularly well to it. Pat had been so excited to find out there was a child ghost at Button House so he could continue his scout work but is consistently disheartened that William finds him much too intense. His parenting/child-raising approach really clashes with William’s personality because he just doesn’t want to participate most of the time.

- The Captain: William adores the Captain. So much. The Captain is very standoffish towards him at first because he finds boisterous children infuriating and likes discipline. But once he realises William is a very good kid who is well-behaved and very sweet, he warms to him quite quickly. He can often be found sat cross-legged in a window seat opposite William patiently teaching him to read from an open newspaper or teaching him the Kings and Queens of England. During film nights and stuff, William sits on the floor beside the Captain and often falls asleep with his head resting against the Captain’s knee, whenever the Captain notices William has dropped of he carefully picks him up and carries him to his room. He’s essentially a dad to William who had never really had one in life.

Random headcanons:

- His ghost power is that his footsteps can be heard by the living, especially if he’s on the floor above the listener (he has a limp resulting from his accident which can be heard quite distinctively).

- William has a bit of an obsession with nursery rhymes or just like little songs and often just wanders the halls singing them but thankfully not quite as creepily as Jemima.

- He can’t read or write but the Captain makes Alison buy like toddler picture books. He makes her tear the pages out of them and tack them individually to the wall so he doesn’t have to rely on Alison to turn the pages when he’s teaching.

- William can very shakily write his own name on the back of Thomas’ letter with the biro from Julian’s inside pocket, everyone is very proud when he shows them all.

- He can do a cartwheel, and Kitty is obsessed with this fact. Every single time the ghosts re outside, she tells him to show her and he even tries to teach her (she still can’t do it). This was actually how Kitty and William bonded when he first died.

- Alison sometimes put on kids tv for him, he doesn’t like watching it for long periods of time but he likes to watch a couple of cartoons in the morning.

- He doesn’t talk about his family, ever. If anyone ever asks, he just goes silent. In fact none of the ghosts know anything about his family, they didn’t work on the farmland with him so they have no idea about them.

So yeah, I’m considering making some kind of fic about some ocs (I’m planning to post a few more like this on here) but yeah lmk what you think :)

[kirishwima]

May I request RFA members and Saeran with a MC who had to take the elixir?

ooo this is interesting! im going to make this into a more general headcanon, since the only time MC is actually faced with taking the elixir is during Another Story, so I’ll focus on that, hope it’s ok ^^

RFA + SAERAN WITH AN MC WHO TOOK THE ELIXIR:

* Saeran gave them a choice; take the elixir and stay with him or...don’t take it, and face the consequences

* MC didn’t want to. God, they wanted to escape, to leave this mess behind them, pretend they never met any of these people...but Saeran was in front of them, the vial in his hands, and threatening to hurt V and the rest of the RFA if MC didn’t comply...

* They didn’t have a choice. They’ve come to care for these people far too much, after realising they’re real people, people MC has been speaking with every day, has gotten close to, people who care for them and even tried to rescue them from Mint Eye-it was because of MC that V was almost captured, and now in immediate danger if MC didn’t comply to Saeran’s wish.

* So with a big breath, their hands shaking, they reached for the vial, clasping their hands around Saeran’s as they tugged the vial to their lips.

* Saeran smiled, something vicious and bordering manic as he tilted the vial, bringing a hand to the back of MC’s head to keep them there until they drank all of the vial’s contents, forcing it down even as they choked, their eyes filling with tears at the taste.

* “Shush now” he pleaded, “I made this one especially for you, it’s as sweet as can be my darling!” he beamed.

* It’s true. The concoction was sticky sweet like cotton candy that was left to burn, the aftertaste horrendous and burning like strong liquor as it went down MC’s throat, it’s effects almost instant, a ringing in MC’s head that made their vision swirl.

* They stumbled forward as they finished drinking, and Saeran held them in place, letting them fall into his arms. He laughed, running a hand gently through MC’s hair before taking a fistful of their hair, tugging them up to whisper in their ear.

* “Welcome to Mint Eye, MC” was the last thing MC heard before the world went dark.

* When they next awoke they felt...different. Weaker, almost. Their mind was a blank, their eyes drowsy and barely opening. Where were they? What were they doing here? 

* They felt hands prodding at them, a warmth by their cheek, a voice that hurt their ears like a screeching cat, like nails on a blackboard.

* “Up....shut UP!” they screamed and pushed whoever was touching them away with as much force as they could master. This voice, it hurt them, it made them gag-they gripped the sides of their head as they groaned, trying to orientate themselves with their surroundings.

* They were in a cabin, light illuminating thorugh a burning fireplace, a pair of faces looking down at MC as they were sitting up on a dusty couch.

* A pair of mint eyes...and a pair of red. Who were these people? Why-why did MC feel such a guttural hate towards them?

* “MC-oh, we were so worried, you wouldn’t wake up and-do you feel okay?” the mint-eyed man spoke, kneeling down to face MC; his face hurt them, made them want to dig their nails into his flesh and rip off his skin.

* It must’ve showed on MC’s face, the hate and confusion, because the other man-the one with red eyes, put a hand on the mint-eyed guys’ shoulder, tugging him back and whispering something in his ear.

* The mint-coloured man looked crest-fallen, and it was sick, how something in MC’s gut churned sweetly at the sight, a mix of pleasure and guilt all at once.

* He stood up and left the room, his footsteps quiet, before the red-haired guy took his place in front of MC. At least this one didn’t try to put his hands on them, good.

* “MC...what do you remember?”

* His voice still hurt, but he was a respectable distance away, and each of MC’s limbs felt sore and heavy, so whatever hateful acts their mind was screaming at them to commit towards the man, they couldn’t master the energy to act them out. Better play along for now, they supposed.

* “I remember...” they groaned, scrunching their eyes as they tried to think. What did they remember? Their name...their age, studies...what-what’s their last memory?

* “I remember...a man” the red-head besides them breathed sharply, but remained quiet. “He...him and a woman...beautiful...dark....my Savior..”

* What were these faces flashing in front of MCs eyes? Their mouth felt dry, their stomach heaved, as if there’s something missing...but what?

* “Oh no...no MC, did you-do you remember drinking something? A drug?”

* MC frowned. “A drug...no, no but I remember...the vial, the elixir, blue-sweet, so sweet I-I need more of it I think I-” they tried to stand up, but the redhead moved fast, put a hand to their shoulder and pushed them back down, and they hated how easily they went down, their body weak and betraying them.

* “You...we tried to come as soon as we did, tried to rescue you before they could hurt you” the man supplied, his eyes glassy, taking off his stupid coloured glasses to rub at his face. “You were only with them for a few days how did they manage to-what did they do to you?”

* MC looked up to the man. He was crying and yet...nothing in them stirred. They should feel empathy when someone’s crying, shouldn’t they? Shouldn’t they want to comfort him?

* And yet-they couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the vicious smile snaking its way to their lips, a toothy grin, showing fangs and menace. 

* “My Savior will be pleased, so pleased-if only we could make the mint-haired man cry like this” they laughed, their voice sounding foreign-were they always this mean? It felt as if their brain was splitting, another personality coming forth, like they were in a prison of their own making-and yet they didn’t mind.The look of pain on this man’s face was far too enjoyable for them to care.

-I’d be down to writing a part 2 of this if anyone’s interested, I just didn’t want it to get too out of hand right now lol, so lmk if you want a continuation!-

-Send me a mystic messenger scenario/headcanon for a characters’ reaction!-

[oliviersk]

yoyoyo wassup peeps its moosh back w another muse. i rlly couldn’t resist ik ugh but!! anyways here’s olivier, she’s my bby pls show her some love yes. here is a link to her full bio but there’s a tl;dr under the cut as well as wanted connects!

✧･ﾟ(   apate + moon gayoung + cismale   ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !!  have you seen (   olivier kang  ) around ? (   she  ) have/has been in kaos for (   three months   ). the (   twenty three   ) is a/an (   socialite/classical musician   ) from (   paris, france   ). people say they can be (  calculating   ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be (   eloquent   ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of (   the waft of perfume when you walk into a department store, perfectly manicured nails, and black waves cascading down one’s shoulder   ).  ･ﾟ✧  (  penned by moosh, 21+, est, no preference  ).

aesthetics.

STATS

name: olivier kang age: twenty three gender/pronouns: cisfemale & she/her orientation: bisexual & demiromantic ethnicity: korean nationality: french height: 5′6″ eye color: brown hair color: black languages: korean, french, & english class: upper

HISTORY/SUMMARY

tw: child abuse, suicide attempt, and death.

her family is honestly a mess. she grew up with mostly female figures in her life. no dad, uncle, grandpa, none. grew up insanely rich as well. was always silenced as a kid and placed into a mold. she figured out pretty quickly to behave and shut up or face the consequences. family was quite controlling and olivier wasn’t allowed to grow into her own person. while she never got along with her mother, she cried and cried at her funeral ( olivier was 12 at the time ). her grandmother didn’t really like it and rebuked her for losing her composure. attempted suicide at around 17 and as punishment, her grandmother did not allow her to attend her dream school in america ( which she had gotten accepted into ), but made her attend a closer college, with her chauffeur shuttling her back and forth ( 2 hours ) right after classes so she could keep a close eye on her. her grandmother soon falls when crimes from years ago service and sufficient evidence is obtained for a trial and olivier, finally free, chooses to do something for herself for the first time in her life, and moves to kaos.

PERSONALITY

like everyone, olivier has two different aspects of herself, one for the public and one for the ones who know the deepest parts of her.

she’s very eloquent, not only in her word choice but also her voice ( she’s gotten many compliments on now soothing and gentle it sounds ). doesn’t smile too easily, but doesn’t mean that its always genuine when you receive one. there’s something almost ethereal about her presence, as if she’s not fully there or she could be gone with one gust of wind. there’s a sweet, gentle, but firm aspect of her that confuses most people. they don’t know whether to relax or tighten up around her. 

underneath all the sugar and spice, she’s much more sinister, cunning, and calculating than the eye lets on. a sweet tone can be taken on when shredding someone down, complete with a sugary smile. setting up the pieces and watching the world tear itself down is one of her favorite past times. her tone is sweet while the most vicious words leave her mouth, with anger never manifesting physically besides the trembling of her fingers. she’s come too far to let petty emotions get the better of her. 

further underneath is a girl who’s truly terrified of the world. it’s never been kind to her, and she can’t blame it, as she’s never put forth good energy. the lack of structure she’s facing now that her grandmother is gone is freeing, but completely terrifying, like being dropped in the middle of the ocean with no sense of direction. with her life in her own hands, she has no idea what to do with it, and it frightens her to her core. it’s probably why she lashes out and likes to watch as people ruin themselves. in a weird way, it makes her feel less lonely, which is why she’s drawn to disorder.

ik her personality is like all out of wack pls lmk if its confusing!!!

HEADCANONS

hates hates hates nicknames. call her olivier or don’t talk to her at all. ( sihyun is the only exception to this rule but he still receives death glares ).

while she did live in paris, her first language and the language most frequently spoken at home was korean, so she is most comfortable in korean, though french and english were taught to her by a young age as well.

out of all the things she hated doing as a kid, violin and piano are the only hobbies that really stuck around. she still practices on the daily and a lot of activities have to be thought over twice because strain off her fingers/wrists is very important.

dabbled in drugs and such in high school ( abroad ). while it allowed her to alleviated the stress she didn’t like the fact that it took bodily control away from her, so never did it too often.

has anxiety that flares up from time to time in forms of attacks ( big and small ) so she takes medication for it, but not many people know.

going off of that, she sometimes has attacks when thinking about her future. it’s not what lies ahead that frightens her but the lack of structure she now has due to the absence of her grandmother. the security that had been there, no matter how restraining, now makes her feel like shes drowning in endless possibilities and its too much for her to swallow sometimes.

majored in classical literature and classical music. its one of the easiest conversation starters because she could go on and on for hours about old, dead writers.

isn’t one for pastries but she absolutely loves fruit tarts. it’s the only sugary thing she’ll let herself eat.

her hair is surprisingly naturally brown but she dyes it black because she thinks it suits her better.

has a ring from her mother that she wears around her neck. has a very odd relationship with her mother, and is still coming to terms with it.

completely scrapped her house before she moved to kaos. removed everything and sold the land. has left her job running the company and literally everything behind except her inheritance and the money she received while on the job + the house. it’s enough money to last her a lifetime but finds herself bored in kaos with nothing to do,  so she’s begun giving lessons ( sparingly ). sight sees a lot but is thinking of taking on a role in the orchestra in town sooner or later.

always smell like chanel no 5.

loves taking baths. bubbles, wine, classical music, candles, and herself ( or maybe someone to share the fun with ).

isn’t vegan but eats meat sparingly, mostly because she usually doesn’t like the texture or taste of most meats.

literally never curses. you can usually tell how angry she is if a curse manages to slip past.

enjoys writing poetry but its mostly just for her. a leather bound book filled with her work lays on her desk every night, but they are often tear soaked and unable to fully comprehend unless you know who she truly is.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

first love ( female ). def have some ideas for this so lmk. plot heavy.

someone she teaches piano/violin to

someone from back home who knew her before and doesn’t like her. maybe boarding school buddies from middle/high school?

someone she “gets along with” and is using for some reason

her old money squad from back home. they’re lowkey kinda fake to each other but also kinda mean

was really close friends but had a falling out ( prolly cause she did something shady or something she thought was the best for them but it wasn’t. may or may not regret it ).

somebody her grandmother set up for her to date ( male )

there was one night during one event where olivier really hit it off with this person. they snuck out of the event and roamed around the city in formal attire, ate pizza at a local place, etc. etc. but it was a a year or two ago n they never exchanged numbers. now theyre both in kaos.

someone who has a crush on her but wont tell for some reason. or maybe they will tell. maybe she knows and shes playing dumb or maybe she genuinely doesn’t.

on a similar note, someone tryna get her to smash. she doesn’t sleep around at all, finds it undignified, but this person’s determined to get to bone.

people who have seen the real her and hate her for that reason. on the flip side, people who have seen the real her and still stick around for some reason.

[acidarchive]

♡ rules !

╰　ʚ♡ɞ　╯　general:  i go by borf, i’m genderfluid and go by all pronouns / you can use female pronouns if unsure what to use however! i’m 18+ and latinx.

warning: my muse is a minor and i will NEVER roleplay smut or indulge anyone in that department. don’t follow me if you sexualize minors, i’ll hard block and report you. 　

╰　ʚ♡ɞ　╯　rules:

+ i’m mutuals only! i may not always follow back quickly or at all, if i don’t follow back i’ve either not seen that you’ve followed, can’t see our muses interacting or am not very sure about who your character is. that being said, please don’t take this to heart!

+ i’m not currently caught up entirely with the show and i haven’t began to read the manga yet, so please assume that my portrayal of mina is a bit more canon divergent right now and will most likely continue to be that way because let’s be real, mina deserves a lot better. if you have a problem with any headcanons i have, don’t be afraid to send a message and we can talk about it / if you want more information.

+ i softblock if we’re mutuals and i want to unfollow, so i would definitely appreciate if you could do the same! it helps me keep track of who i dont follow and who i do.

+ i am 100000000% open to plotting and au’s!!!!! my mina will be headcanon based / plot based so don’t be afraid to hop in my ims i’m not shrek or anything i swear, , on that note, i love relationships and i love going in depth with them! romantic ships aren’t a priority, they’re incredibly cute and amazing but i ship mina with chemistry. this isn’t to say that platonic ships can’t turn into romantic ones, but as long as there’s chemistry and i trust the mun behind the muse i’m down for it.

+ this blog is multimuse, oc and au friendly, if there’s enough information on your muse i’ll most likely follow back.

+ other nsfw things like gore, violence, death, etc. are allowed as bhna can get pretty heavy at least to my standard of anime. if you’re not comfortable with these please don’t follow, and i might forget to tag thing’s especially if i don’t find it too bad so lmk if you need it tagged.

+ i have adhd,dyslexia, high anxiety, depression, i’m forgetful and i’m overall a slow person so i request a bit of patience.if i don’t reply to something in over a month, let me know! however pestering me for a reply when it’s only been two days to a week won’t get you anywhere but an unfollow.

+ I’M VERY OPEN TO DUPLICATES, I LOVE THEM WITH ALL MY HEART! PLEASE GIVE ME TWINA’S IT’S MY LIFE’S DREAM!!!!!!! AS LONG AS IT MAKES SENSE AND NOT CLONES OR LIKE…MIRROR PEOPLE THEN I’M HERE FOR IT!

+ mains will definitely be present on this blog, however i will not have exclusives in the bhna fandom unless someone is very very very hell bent on it because the fandom is so big and i’d love to see everyone’s portrayal.

+ for asks, you’re free to send them in if you’re mutuals ( anon’s are allowed to send in questions!! ) but please don’t reblog the ask, instead tag me in a separate post to keep from messing up the flow of things.

+ replies will most likely be slow, but i’ll eventually get there. starter calls don’t automatically guarantee one from me, the same with me liking one and you expecting a reply instantly. if i have enough muse, i would love to reply but if i don’t i’m sorry!

+ i’ll add anything else i see fit to these rules, sorry they’re so long it’s just for my own comfort. my discord is available to any mutuals who request it and i will be plotting a lot there so hmu for it if you want and thank you so much for reading!

[andaminyard]

This is based on this headcanon that is probably better written than this but??? I kinda wanted to expand on it properly so !!! lmk if you enjoy it/want more of it

basically neil & andrew keep encountering eachother and there’s definitely some kind of soulmate forces at work or smth idk 

Being on the run wasn’t something that usually left Nathaniel with the time to look out for the little things that didn’t seem quite right. So caught up in looking for familiar faces with significance that it wasn’t really much of a surprise that he’d managed to gloss over a boy who looked no older than he did, with equally as sharp edges, standing in front of him and confronting him like he’d known him his whole life.

“I’ve seen you before,” The boy says, and they’re outside of the school gate, where Nathaniel can feel the gaze of his mother on his back. It’s as safe and grounding as it is terrifying. If Mary heard that comment, she’d choke any vague resemblance to himself out of Nathaniel. At least he wouldn’t look like Nathan anymore.

“That’s impossible,” Nathaniel’s saying back, forged German accent heavy as he carefully keeps up his persona, Kaleb, who had supposedly just recently moved to America from Germany after his mother was given a job opportunity.

“Why? Because when you were in Ohio you were blonde? Or because when you were in California you had brown eyes and now they’re blue? I’m not an idiot,” And Nathaniel can feel his stomach clenching – his throat blocking up with the desperate need to run – can feel the panic of a hand on his shoulder and the ease that rushes over him when it’s his mother’s voice which follows.

“Kaleb, what are you waiting for? We need to leave,” She’s reminding him, and Nathaniel knows she’s dropped her accent on purpose. She knows their characters are broken as much as he does. He knows he’ll suffer for it, and that he’ll be gone by morning. We need to leave carries far more weight than this nameless boy could surely even imagine.

“I’ll see you around,” Nathaniel doesn’t need to look to know he didn’t imagine the smug tone in the boy’s voice – especially how it clenches itself around his throat and feels a lot like choking.

After the bruise of his mothers warning clears up, it’s easy for Nathaniel to forget all about it. With his eye out for so many people, a boy as young as him seems pretty low on his radar. Seems impossible to even waste a second thinking about.

Until he’s sat in a classroom in Brooklyn, and a pen bounces off the back of his head.

“I told you I’d see you around,” The voice says mockingly, and Nathaniel turns around and suddenly feels the need to leave as soon as he possibly can. “Hey, hey, now. No need to get all flighty.”

“Who are you?” He’s asking, fight or flight screaming at him for wasting a moment doing neither. Instead he’s focusing on him, eyes scanning his face for something anything he can use against him.

“Andrew.”

“Andrew what?” 

“Right now? Andrew Price.”

“Right now? Implying it changes?”

“Not as often as yours, Kaleb.”

“Noah,” He corrects, “Why would yours change?”

“Oh, Kaleb, Surnames change for all kinds of reasons. Forenames, however, I think you owe me an explanation for.”

“Noah,” He reminds, assuming it won’t make a difference but important either way. There was no point in pretending he didn’t have any idea what he was talking about, and lying about it seemed like his only choice. “My mum’s indecisive.”

“About your name?”

“And where we live, and who she is. Calls it wanderlust.”

“Paranoid looked more accurate to me.”

Nathaniel’s about to say something – but the teacher’s calling for his attention. And he misses it the first time, thanks to the unfamiliarity of his own name, but eventually turns around to mutter a sorry.

Andrew leaves him alone for the rest of the lesson, but stands over his desk afterwards. Lunch was next and while he’d normally spend it alone or with some superficial friends he’d made just to look his part, Andrew seemed intent on sticking with him. And taking him somewhere private, apparently, as he leads him up to the roof. 

Nathaniel knows he shouldn’t trust himself with this boy who seemed to recognise him far too easily given how much effort he goes through to change himself. But there’s something about him which feels unmoving, safe.

“Alright, time to cut the shit,” Andrew says the second the door is shut behind them, and Nathaniel feels his breathing stop with it. It feels too much like an accusation and the start of something Nathaniel is absolutely not prepared for at this moment. “I know who you are,” He continues, and Nathaniel can hardly breathe. “Why the fuck do you keep following me?” Ah. No. Not quite. 

But it still feels terrifying. If some kid can remember him well enough to need to confront him about it, then what are the odds that other people can too?

“I thought- I thought you were following me. I’ve only seen you here and—back whenever,” And he feels numb, “You’re the one who said you saw me before then. I don’t even know who you are.”

Apparently that was a disappointing answer for Andrew—who just rolls his eyes, sighs and mutters whatever. Or maybe he just didn’t believe him. 

“What was your first name?” Andrew’s asking, and Nathaniel hates the question with the way it’s worded to fit his lies. He’s not asking what his real name is, because as far as Andrew is aware, that is, at this moment, Noah. He’s asking for his first name.

“Jack,” He says, effortless. “Why does your last name keep changing and why do you keep moving?”

“Gotta adjust to my foster parents of the week somehow, haven’t I? Names and locations are just the trivial parts.” Which—actually makes sense. Maybe Nathaniel should steal that as a future persona. Andrew Price. He likes the way the name sounds, but not so much the risk attached to it. If he’s run into him this many times, then if he were to do that then, then explaining that to him would be near impossible. “What’s the truth about your mother?”

“Witness protection, but don’t ask me why. She can’t even tell me.”

“Witness protection wouldn’t move you this often.”

“High profile.” He tries, but if Andrew can work out that much then—

“What did she witness? The president committing a murder?”

“My turn,” Nathaniel interrupts, trying to deter this. “How many times have you seen me until now?”

“Seven. Or eight. Depends if you changed your hair-colour while in New Orleans.” 

“I did,” He admits, and that feels a little haunting. Ohio, Brooklyn, California and New Orleans twice. That makes five, but when have the other three times been?

“Even someone as stupid as you wouldn’t change that much. I get the feeling they’re not the only people you’ve been, either.”

“Nineteen,” Nathaniel says, and it’s a truth after a truth. He isn’t sure when he stopped lying to Andrew, but he feels it somewhere between the clench of a lie and the warmth of trust. “I’ve been nineteen people including Noah.” 

The bell rings to signal the end of lunch and Nathaniel disappears with a warning into the crowd of people as he leaves. He doesn’t see him again until their names are Andrew Spear and Alex McClean, Twenty. California. Don’t approach me next time, was a warning that they both understood perfectly. It’s something that Nathaniel appreciates when Andrew catches his eyes across the café and something Andrew very clearly resents as Nathaniel catches him glancing over every other second.

There are no more sightings until after Mary gets lost to his father’s hand and Nathaniel becomes Neil Josten, identity twenty-two. Milport. There’s only one identity between the two and Neil wonders if he and Mary had waited around for too long between them. A year was a long time to stay anywhere for someone on the run. 

He knows the second his coach says anything about Wymack what it means, though, and Nathaniel feels the swing of a racquet long before the shock of who caused it. 

Andrew Minyard. Seventh name. Fox.                                     

For all Neil had been following Kevin and Riko – always making sure they kept their distance, keeping note of everything they did through his binder—he had never expected to have to meet either one of them again. Or at least, thought that until the day Andrew Minyard signed to the foxes and Neil became well aware that it was only a matter of time before he would encounter Kevin again – and here they were, face to face and far too close for comfort. 

Andrew’s grin looks far too out of place after their last encounter, almost two years ago. And Neil wants it gone. 

“Neil Josten,” Andrew says, tone upbeat in a way it wasn’t before, “Or should I say, Noah, as you were so intent on me using that one. Will you disappear tomorrow now that I’ve said hello? That seems to be your way of working.” 

“I’m not signing, if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“But we came all this way to get you,” Andrew’s grin doesn’t fault, regardless of the mocking tone in his voice. “And she’s not here to stop you, is she? Miss—witness protection, was it? What exactly do you have to lose, Kaleb? –Noah? Or was it Neil? It’s so easy to lose track.”

[ophliea]

rules .     ––––––––

i .    this is a private, mutuals - only blog for ophelia of shak/espeare/s ham/let. this blog is gonna be mostly play - based and heavy with personal headcanons! currently i’m not planning much canon divergence but it may veer in that direction at one point. we’ll see. >:-] my name is rosebug, she / they, 22, my main blog is @screwcool, so if i’m not here i may be there! however, my activity is very scattered. incredibly scarce. i got things 2 do!

i’m gonna be dash only for a while bc i cant find a good theme n i just wanna get 2 plotting thank u

ii .    because of the elements of the play, this blog has a big potential to be triggering. everything will be tagged accordingly, but suicide and depression and other topics of that nature will absolutely be brought up from time to time and i understand if anyone needs to unfollow for their own comfort. if i ever miss a tag lmk! i’ll fix it right up.

as for me, if you could try to tag car accidents and head trauma, that would be really helpful and i’d appreciate it! in both text and visual forms.

iii .  i will be practicing exclusivity and mains on this blog bc i like 2 develop dynamics w friends n go into detail on them! i’ll only do this after discussion ofc! i’ll list those dynamics here eventually.

iv .  i don’t write sm/ut nor do i really like plotting that stuff out tbh! but other nsfw content such as gore, violence, death, body horror, etc. may be discussed here. again, always tagged!

v .    i’ll be keeping this blog and my dash chill and small. i really wanna dive into ophelia’s character and develop her w people and i wanna be comfy and not feel overwhelmed everytime i log on! so pls respect the mutuals only rule! i also may take a lil while to follow back bc im slow and lazy. but anw if i’m following u i wanna talk to u and even if im slow to reply pls kno i Want to write w u and ur always welcome to hand me an ask or a starter or an im.

[observings]

rules .

first and foremost,  i run my blogs on a   ’ when i want to and have time ‘   basis.   i’m a high school student with an annoyingly heavy workload,  and also have shitty mental health that interferes with my motivation to be active here,  even when i do have time.   i mainly just want to add this to my rules so people are aware i’m sporadically active and replies will be slow.

01 .   chiaki nanami of danganronpa.   i have played dr1,  sdr2,  and ndrv3,  and watched dr3*  ---  don’t expect me to know much about anything else in danganronpa because i haven’t even touched the other stuff yet lmao.   ( except dr:ae,  but i’m not finished with it. )

*  regarding dr3,  i do have a verse for it !   and i do take its events into account.   however,  the way i write chiaki’s personality in that verse will basically be the same as how i write it in sdr2 threads,  aside from her lack of common knowledge about things like holidays and such.   when i finally get around to writing out my reasoning for this   ( because i do have it,  i just need to put it into words. )   it will be linked here !   just wanted to mention it.

02 .   i’m highly selective,  and i interact with mutuals only.   in other words,  if i don’t follow you,  don’t try to rp with me.   nonmutuals who try to interact with me are turned down once,  then softblocked.   ( if you follow again after i softblock you,  i’ll probably just block you. )

03 .   please read the about before interacting !

04 .   i’m open to basically anything  —-  original characters,  crossovers,  aus,  multi - muses,  etc.   but not genderbent  /  cisbent muses.   i’m also happy to follow duplicates,  because i actually have a lot of fun rping with them !   however,  if you steal or copy anything from me,  such as personal headcanons,  plot ideas,  etc.,  or vague me,  i will block you.   ( sorry if this sounds harsh,  i’ve had problems with this on other blogs and it was Not a good time. )

05 .   shipping is not a priority,  but for any ships that do happen on this blog,  i prefer to be close with the mun of any blog i ship with,  and development and chemistry are important.   i also ship exclusively more often than not  —  if not,  then semi - exclusively.   i will not ship with you if i ship with another blog of your muse,  and in most cases i won’t ship with you if you ship with another chiaki.

by the way,  if you want to ship with me,  please just tell me instead of just..  joking and hoping i go along,  y'know.   i’m autistic and am not good with joking  /  sarcasm so i never know when to take that seriously or not.   so please,  just tell me if you want to ship !   worst case scenario is i say no,  it’s not like i’m gonna be upset or something.

sort of going along with shipping,  there will not be any smut on this blog.   i’m underage,  plus i don’t think i’d ever have any interest in writing it anyway.   anything sexual that happens will be fade to black.

06 .   triggering themes will be present due to the nature of danganronpa,  so this is your warning that this blog will contain themes of  murder,  gore,  etc.,  but i try to tag everything accordingly !   in return,  i ask that you tag :  nsfw*,  flashing images  /  gifs,  abuse,  csa  /  rape,  and self harm or suicide.

* if you don’t tag your nsfw with the general nsfw tag,  i will unfollow immediately.

07 .   i should probably say that if you’re against callout posts,  i wouldn’t recommend following me.   that being said,  please know that if i reblog a callout post,  it is not for   ‘ unnecessary ’   reasons.   some matters can’t simply be left private,  and that’s something that needs to be accepted.   if you’re against that,  then keep this in mind if you’re following me.   i tag #drama,  #vague,  and #callout though,  so if you’re gonna follow then just blacklist and don’t give me any grief.

08 .   if you disagree with my headcanons,  i don’t care.   feel free to unfollow,  but if you send me hate or anything of that manner,  i’ll probably just block you or,  if i feel the need,  explain my reasoning.

09 .   anyway,  my name’s flynn !   i’m 16,  trans   ( he  /  him only please ! ),   and bi + polyam.   also,  i’m mentally ill and autistic so please be patient with me.   i’m 100% the fuckin pda mutual and i really like making friends with people so sorry if i come on too strong !!   lmk if something i do bothers you and i’ll stop.   like i said earlier,  i’m p bad at taking hints. if i’m not here you can find me on my twitter,  shuichi saihara,  or hajime hinata.

anyway thanks for reading all of this !!   sorry it’s so long lmao.