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iheart-alastor · 8 months ago
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Hazbin characters dating you Head cannons!
Tried my best on this hope you enjoy!
𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!
Warning:mention of abuse but 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 of fluff
Characters: Alastor, Angel dust, Husk, Lucifer, Sir pentious,Vox
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Alastor
When Alastor first realised he had feelings for you it was mainly shocking for him
Definitely starts to keep a close eye on you either with his shadow or just watching you from afar
Would probably never admit his feelings for you
Probably steals something of yours because it smells like you
If he did ever admit his feelings for you his whole persona would change he would be clingy maybe let's you touch his ears
When you do start going out with him he will be more possessive and make sure each sinner who dares to glare at you in disgust or any rude way is next heard on his broadcast
He would start calling you his doe, my fawn, Mon cherè basically cute nicknames meaning deer or literally dear
He will probably start 'sleeping' in the same bed as you a couple months in but the only reason he does it so he has an excuse to watch you sleep
If you don't eat demon meat or venison or any type of meat sorry but he's gonna try sneak some in food he makes for you
Probably let's you cook food with him
Bound to learn his mothers jambalaya recipe form him
He probably doesn't bake that much so he'd be glad if you taught him some new foods
He deffo talks about the other overlords apart from rosie
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Vox
Vox cant stand having a crush at first knowing how addicted to watching alastor he is he definitely begins to watch you too
Buys you gifts but they never say who off
Asks you out on a date to a restaurant and talks about alastor the entire time
He likes when you give him shoulder massages after dealing with val or another argument with alastor
Loves to bake goods with you, you cannot tell me this man hates to bake
Doesn't like cooking but will cook some stuff with you depending on how much you enjoy it
Clingy and doesn't let val near you whatsoever why would he want his baby near a pornstar who abuses his co-workers
Likes when you kiss and praise him
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Angel dust
When he first found out he liked you he began flirting with you very bold too he does not hold back like how he does with husker
If he asked you out expect him to be full of joy if you say yes
Definitely wants a sleepover with matching pajamas
Likes talking shit about val to you after a tough day at work
And please when he comes back looking beaten up shower him in kisses and cuddles man will forget val even existed
When around you he liked being sober and not coked up
My man would love if you could bake because bro would love If you baked him some cookies or pastries
Bro don't know how to cook so if you do please teach him
Loves when you and cherri bomb get along
Definitely has a picture of you him and fat nuggets on his door
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Husker
He probably found out he liked you if you began sitting at the bar with him having normal conversations and not trying to flirt with him
He starts to be at ease when around you
Would probably talk shit about alastor
Teaches you how to make different cocktails
After a while it's probably you who asks him out but he says yes
Would probably sleep in the same bed as you and you how cats knead something would probably do that to something you own
He so loves when you groom his fur (it almost makes his wings flap)
He starts to lay of the booze when around you so he doesn't look like a complete alcoholic
Liked talking about you to angel dust
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Sir pentious
Gets easily flustered around you and he makes it obvious!
So obvious angel helps him to ask you out
If you say yes he hugs you so hard and all the little egg Bois in the background begin cheering
He likes seeing you babysit the eggbois when he can't or they get to playfull
He wraps his tail around you when your asleep so he knows your there
Is such a bottom spoon my guys hugging your hiding his head in the crook of your neck while the egg Bois sleep on you or besides the 2 of you
My guy is the best Baker we even saw it on episode 5
Only you am aloud to eat the food he makes how dare anyone else think they're aloud the cookies he made for you?
Probably watches a movie with you and cries when something bad happens to his favorite character
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Lucifer
When Lucifer realised he liked you a lot went through his head by he first made a duck of you now he needed to find out how to handle his crush
He first told Charlie who was in awe and in tears when she saw the duck of you now he had his daughter helping him plan a way to ask you out
He came knocking at your door with flowers and chocolate in the shapes of ducks with the duck he made of you sitting on the chocolate box ofc you had to go out with him!
He probably takes you to a restaurant before going home and watching a movie with you in matching duck pj's and a duck blanket while cuddling
Definitely dreams off you all the time
Love sick in the best way possible as you cured his depression
Likes baking with you and probably throws flour on you before you both start play fighting
Likes when you play with his wings and call him cute nicknames
Charlie would probably think of you as her mother at some point
Gets you duck pajamas to wear with him
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Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed the headconnons! Lmk if I should make more in the future I honestly loved making this
More alastor tiktoks because this man's cute as fuck (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡
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partycatty · 9 months ago
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I have this idea:
Johnny Cage x tomboy (can be gender neutral reader), I see the reader as a introvert, gamer, a bit of a nerd that prefers to wear comfy pants than elegant, tight dresses/skirts. Johnny likes to talk to them cause they can play games together (I believe that johnny being a bit of a gamer is a fact stated in mk1, when we have a Cage's Mansion tutorial?) and so he decided to invite reader to a red carpet event created because of the launch of his new movie. It's first time in their life to attend such thing and they really don't know what to do... (the rest is up to you, they can either fuck before the event while reader is trying to pick a good outfit or just go there and have fun or whatever<3)
johnny cage > zip me up
johnny's not used to seeing his best friend in anything but a hoodie and sweats. what happens when they have to dress outside of their comfort zone?
warnings: nsfw... :3, exhibitionism?, hardcore praising LOL, awkward reader (no rizz ...), reader is written as curvy? LONG POST LOL
notes: i physically cant write dom johnny without it sounding super ooc LOL ALSO!! im so sorry if the formatting is iffy, ive been forced to use desktop and the formatting is completely different than my usual mobile writing
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honestly, it's hard to gauge what games he'd actually play, so a part of me believes he mainly plays... mortal kombat. and yes, since he is canonically responsible for the franchise existing, he would main himself. or maybe he'd play fortnite, lord knows he'd have his own skin.
"come on, man! you can't keep picking general shao! you can just say you hate me," johnny groans, staring at the character select screen. his favorite thing was to drop tidbits about the characters and compare them to the real life counterparts. "i'm still mentally recovering from witnessing his ugly mug."
you chuckle and lean back in your chair, pulling your headset mic closer to your lips. "would you rather i picked one of your buddies? kenshi, or as you called him, sexy face two?"
"and now you're asking me to beat up my best friend," johnny sighs dramatically. you giggle, and it makes his heart flutter and cheeks redden. thankfully, today was a day your webcams were turned off so you were none the wiser. you make a comment that he's the one that wanted to play a game that features his real friends and actual enemies which earns yet another groan from him.
"if you're gonna be annoying, we could switch to something else?" you offer teasingly. "not my fault you choose to stare at yourself every game instead of learning combos."
"oh hush, you love me," johnny replies, earning a little peep from you out of surprise. he loved to push your buttons and flirt with you. it was in his personality, sure, but because of it you did have a massive crush on him. it was innocent and purehearted, but you just couldn't see yourself risking your great friendship over some silly feelings. "you love it when i'm difficult, don't lie to yourself."
"...shut up," you pathetically try to retort, sinking into your seat and fighting the flush on your face. "are we gonna run another round or what?"
"actually, i had something to ask of you," johnny says, tone suddenly serious and almost unreadable. you feel a pit in your stomach at his tone, wondering if maybe you're in trouble. your mind spirals as you nervously fidget in anticipation. "well, two things actually. could you turn your camera on so i can properly ask you?"
you shakily turn your camera on in discord, anxiously glancing between your monitors and camera lens. johnny smiles to himself, leaning forward get a closer look at you as if you were sitting across the table from him.
"good girl, there we go," he says encouragingly, making your thighs clench as you use your sleeves to hide your face. "no, come on, don't hide. here, let me-" he clicks on his own camera button and his webcam blinks to life. he smiles directly into the camera, and for a moment you're winded at the reminder that you're best friends with a celebrity. "-there. now it doesn't feel like i'm talking to my computer."
"well, you are-" you speak up, ready to go on one of your famous tech tangents. johnny holds up a single finger, shushing you instantly. as much as he'd love to hear your voice for hours on end, he wanted to squeeze out what he was going to say first.
"-hold your tongue, my dearest nerd," johnny quips with a wink. "my favor first." you tense up before he speaks up again. "i've got a movie coming out. finally, right? point is, cris is an absolute no-go, and my assistant couldn't find a damsel to hang off my arm in time for the red carpet. so, next best thing, i was wondering if... you'd be my plus one."
"i-i don't dress up, johnny," you protest, looking away. "all those cameras, all the shouting... not for me."
"it's not all bad," he insists with a smirk. "you'll have me. all you have to do is stay close to me and smile."
you stammer, trying to spill out more excuses for him to give in and stop asking.
"i don't have a dress-"
"i'll buy you twenty."
"nobody knows who i am-"
"eyes'll be on me."
"what if someone laughs at me?"
"doll, have you seen some of these hollywood clowns? you'll look just fine."
you tug at your hair, exasperated. he came prepared with every response, had every reason to bring you to the carpet. you wanted to say no, but truth be told, you missed johnny dearly. you don't get to see him in person often, given your medium distance and his constant work. a meek "fine" escapes your lips and johnny cheers to himself, his excitement painted all over his face. it made you warm how well he was at showing his appreciation at times.
"i knew i could count on you, sweetheart. this means the world to me. i'm getting you tomorrow at three, okay? we're gonna get you a nice dress, i'll get a matching suit tailored... oh, it'll be like prom all over again!" he's gesturing wildly as he hypes himself up over the plan.
"i never went to prom, johnny," you chuckle to yourself, eyes on your keyboard. "i wouldn't know the experience."
"well that's ridiculous," johnny looks surprised at this fact, for a reason you can't pinpoint. "i would have asked you if we knew each other then."
"i'm sure," you agree shyly, turning away to try and hide your blush. "i'll see you tomorrow, johnny."
"see you tomorrow, doll," he smiles at the camera again, and you catch a glimpse of it as you weakly return the expression. then, johnny leaves the call, leaving you huffing and blushing. he just asked you to be his plus one on the red carpet, for his movie, for his fans... all eyes will be on you. the thought terrifies you, but maybe you could push through for your friend. you were a software developer, mostly confined to your dimly lit bedroom. this was a whole new realm!
you roll around on your bed and kick your feet, wondering why you're always so awkward around him. if you fumble at all in public, your world might just fall apart. sleep doesn't come easy for you, but it eventually overpowers your anxiety.
sunlight creeps through your windows. despite your usual tendency to sleep in, your nerves shot you awake slightly earlier than that, and you tried your best to negate your shakiness through games and squeezing in any work projects you could make up - before a firm knock was at your apartment door.
you fly to the door and swing it open, excited to see the only man that gets your heart pumping. he's matching your energy with a cheesy grin, immediately charging at you to embrace you in a bear hug. his cologne makes you tingle as you breathe in his shirt fabric. when he pulls back, he chuckles to admire your attire. you're wearing your usual sweatpants, hoodie, and slippers.
"you clean up nice," he compliments you sarcastically. "it's nice to finally see you, honey." you shrug with a shy smile at his endless pet names. "let's get you into something more flattering, yeah?"
he encourages you to his car, it's one of his nice sports cars with his name printed across the seats. you always felt out of place in his luxurious lifestyle. however, even through the two hour car ride back to malibu, you found yourself familiar and comfortable alongside johnny.
"you didn't have to drive four hours just to see me," you insist quietly, voice muffled against the window as you admire the waters. "it's a lot of trouble for one night."
johnny seems to genuinely seem taken aback by your deprecating comment. he leans over and slides one hand on your knee, patting it gently.
"you know i'd do anything for you," he speaks in that dangerously low tone, stealing quick glances as he desperately tries to focus on the road. "i want you with me."
even after his comforting pat, his hand lingers for a moment, sliding up your thigh with feather touches. you cover your lips with your finger to muffle any whimpers that threatened to escape. you always hated how touchy he was, and by hated, you mean it turned you on embarrassingly easily. as the road straightens out, you realize he's staring directly at you with suspiciously blown out pupils, but snaps back into reality as quickly as you noticed. he clears his throat and removes his hand, settling them both back on the steering wheel.
perhaps he just missed me and wants to be closer, you thought. he's always clingy, he probably just... you're having a hard time justifying his needy glances. they looked off. it's been a stupidly long time since someone eyed you down like that.
after what felt like a thousand years, the city comes into view and johnny parks at a luxury outfit boutique. it's small, but the window mannequins alone make you swallow nervously.
it takes quite some time to decide on a dress, because you internally decide that every possible option is unflattering. each time johnny pulls a dress from the selection, you cringe and shake your head. the sleeves were either too long or too short, the skirt was too flowy or too loose, or the color wasn't quite right.
"how about i pick one for you?" johnny offers, a little exhausted at how difficult you were being. "you just go sit in the dressing room, i'll slide you a couple dresses and don't think too hard about this. you'll look great in anything, my dear."
you agreed with his idea. maybe it'd be best for the celebrity that's known to dress nice to put you in something that'll definitely turn heads and keep you confident. it was unfamiliar territory for you, after all, since the last flattering thing you wore was a one-piece swimsuit on a beach trip with your family.
after some time of fidgeting in the dressing room, johnny slides the curtain aside and greets you with a smile, his veiny arm holding about a dozen dresses. he's got his iconic shit-eating grin as it seems he has something devious in mind for you.
"don't look so afraid," johnny shrugs, nudging you playfully. "i'll treat you right, pinky promise." he holds up the first dress, a flowy one with off-the-shoulder sheer sleeves. it looks like something out of a fairytale, and you're reluctant to deny his suggestion when he's cheesing so damn hard. you smile back and shove him back behind the curtain, giving yourself space to change.
you slide into the dress, catching it on your hips momentarily but pulling it past without tearing it thankfully. when you pull it up to your chest, it takes quite a bit of tugging, seeing as the fabric isn't as stretchy compared to what you're used to. when you fall silent as you try to pull the dress up, johnny assumes you're ready and slides the curtain aside, stepping in eagerly.
"how's it-" he cuts himself off when he gets a good look at you. you're flushed from trying to squeeze into the fabric, and your breasts (that he didn't even know you had) were spilling out of the front. his lips get sucked inward as you witness the gears come to a screeching halt in his head. his eyes may have been hidden from his sunglasses, but you know for a fact he's checking you out. "i like that one." his voice is too monotonous for him to truly be emotionless. it's like it's taking every ounce of his being to be normal.
"i don't," you mumble, continuing your fruitless attempts much to johnny's delight as your boobs ripple with each pull. "i can't get the stupid zipper up in the back, either."
eager hands shoot out to you as johnny takes quick strides to stand behind you. your front is facing the mirror, your hands resting atop your breasts and eyes focused on the man behind you. when his head tilts town to get a good look at the zipper, you notice his eyes are far darker than the typical warm brown.
his hands fumble tremendously as he tries to keep his shit together. he uses one hand to keep the parts together and the other to get the zipper sliding.
the sudden jerk catches you off guard and you're far from balanced. thankfully, your palms press against the mirror to keep yourself upright, and johnny lurches forward as his grip is pulled with you. his hands fly to your waist to ensure he doesn't topple you over.
you would have gotten up like nothing happened, and maybe apologized, but during the scuffle you felt something hard and warm through your skirt. johnny's nose is tucked in the nape of your neck when you fully realize your predicament.
as you sputter out his name to call him out, you feel his lips smile against your back. his hands loosen momentarily, but don't pull away.
"uh, sorry, doll," he mumbles into your skin, not sounding all too apologetic. "pretty girls in dresses just... gets me goin'."
"i'm not pretty," you mutter, averting your gaze. johnny lifts his head and looks at your reflection incredulously.
"you're joking, right?" johnny replies, brows furrowed. "babe, look at yourself." he grabs your jaw from behind and angles your vision on your body. "i didn't know you were carrying all this. i almost want t'take you out and get you a whole new wardrobe just to get you out of those garbage bags you're always in. pardon my french doll, but you're fuckin' hot." as he speaks, his hand snakes down your throat, your shoulder, and then settling firmly on your hip, not even hiding the brief sweep he made against the flesh of your chest.
you're left staring in awe. he was always charming around you, but never outright flirting. you glance toward the curtain; what if someone heard all this? you swallow thickly, moving back to look at johnny apprehensively. he's biting his lower lip, suddenly thrusting more against your body, letting a shaky breath as his face is now buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to hold it together.
"you got me all riled up seeing you in that, you know," he warns you in a husky voice that dampens your panties. "so you can't say you aren't pretty. feel what you did to me." the air feels intensely different than it was when you guys were just friends. he's confessing something he'd implied to feel for quite some time, but you never envisioned the day it'd come to fruition. you can't really say you were complaining when he pulls your hips toward him, letting him use your ass to grind down on ever so slightly. your stillness throws him off for a moment, and he looks up at you through the mirror with concerned eyes. "you don't seem into this. i can stop."
"n-no!" you yelp out, sounding a little more desperate that you'd like to admit. "this is okay."
"just okay?"
"well, no, but - i'm sorry, i don't know what to say."
"do you want me to stop?"
"...no."
"good girl."
he presses a little harder against you, keeping you upright and stopping your knees from buckling with his rough hands. abruptly filled with a primal hunger, johnny tugs the long flowing skirt up in bunches, gripping it tightly to get a glorious view of your ass. this interaction was not prepared for, so you couldn't help but feel flustered when your boyshort panties are fully on display. johnny just chuckles to himself as he grabs a shameless handful of one of your asscheeks anyway, squeezing hard enough to leave red prints behind. you bite down on your lips to stop any noise from coming out, but a moan of surprise slips through.
johnny wraps one arm around your midsection for stability, and the other flies up to your lips to hold his palm over your mouth.
"if you want this, you're gonna stay quiet, is that clear?" he growls into your ear, head tilted toward you but eyes fixated on your reflection's eyes. all you can do is nod. "i'll show you how fuckin' pretty you are."
he slides your panties down with ease, expelling a shaky groan when he watches a trail of your wetness follow the fabric. his cock is swiftly freed from his dress pants and he slides his throbbing tip against your folds, creating a sopping sound to the trained ear. if the store was quiet enough, the entire building would know how soaked you were for your best friend. all you can do is whimper and gasp as your noises are muffled by his hand. johnny leans forward and gently shushes you, lips brushing against your ear.
"you can do it, princess," he assures you in that husky voice before holding intense eye contact in the mirror. "you look so good like this, don't you think?"
your pupils were blown out and your cheeks were stained a deep red as you're bent over for the actor. you didn't feel pretty, still. you felt... needy.
you pressed back against his cock, and it slips between your folds before catching on your aching hole, making you twitch. the sloppy friction makes johnny moan against your skin as he hungrily matches your movements. he slides his hand down and toys with your clit, wetting the area with your own juices which seems to be plentiful. he sticks two fingers inside, not bothering to ease you into the process at all. he needs you now, and if "now" is in a clothing store, then so be it. your pussy burns from the sudden stretching, but you take it because it makes him happy to see how eager you are for him.
"i should've put you in a dress sooner," he mutters, hazy eyes staring right through you as he relishes in the way your walls embrace his fingers. "you look beautiful, my dear. angelic. i wanna ruin you so bad, baby, but i can't. not here." his words already bring you closer, but as you feel the tension building inside he leaves you empty and sopping... but not for long.
his tip slides in with ease, and he has to bite down on your bare shoulder to stop himself from losing it entirely. it's the first time in a long time a pussy has been too good for him. he's stuck his dick anywhere and everywhere, but you take the cake. his bite deepens when he slowly but surely bottoms out, his own knees buckling at your gorgeous insides.
"mmf, so fucking good," he groans into your flesh, eyes clenching shut. "my pretty girl. all mine, yeah?" you nod lazily, too entranced in the fact that his cock is buried inside of you. you'd had sex before, but it had been quite some time. years. and his dick just felt impossibly big.
"i could stay like this forever," he mumbles, almost forgetting to thrust. you remind him quickly when you shake your ass needily. "ah, but i shouldn't. you deserve to feel good."
he pulls out slowly, admiring the thin coat of juice painting his shaft before thrusting back in. he's careful to move just enough to hit deep, but not enough to make the slapping sound too obvious.
"there you go," johnny encourages you as he starts to slowly pump into you. "you take me so well, so pretty with my dick buried in you."
you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming. just yesterday, he was your duo in your favorite game. and now, he was fucking into you in public. the thought makes you dizzy and you have a hard time keeping your head upright, that is, until johnny pulls your face up to the mirror again, still muffling you with his palm. you want to say you're the one enjoying it most, but that might be johnny. his once cocky demeanor is now down the drain as he fights for his life to not cum with every second of friction. you were just so good, he's already pussydrunk. he seems to be living in his own heaven when he lazily peppers kisses and licks all around your back, neck, and shoulders, breathy whimpers and moans warming your skin up nicely.
his thrusts grow increasingly sloppy as he completely loses himself against you. his eyes are swapping between you and him in the mirror as he admires your wetness dripping down your thighs and splattering against his own front. he would be mad you were ruining his nice clothes, but he's just going to buy another suit with you anyway.
"you wanna cum on me, doll?" he huffs into your ear, letting go of his fear of the slapping noise and now progressively slamming into you harder and harder. "let me feel it, baby, i'm real close."
johnny's arms readjust, one snaking under your armpit and over your shoulder, and the other rhythmically swirling circles against your clit. what once was hungry groans is now turning into needy whimpers from the both of you as you cum simultaneously. your lower half feels warm as he cums deep inside of you, watching it drip and splatter out with every finishing thrust. your vision becomes tunneled as you see stars, head thrown back as each throb from the orgasm makes you forget you're in public entirely.
he holds you both there for a moment, breathing in your damp skin. you both feel dazed, but incredibly satisfied. johnny kisses your cheek from behind, dancing his way to the corner of your mouth and then captures your lips in a messy, brief kiss.
"you know i didn't need a dress to want you that bad, right?" johnny asks against your lips, his fingers brushing against your bare thighs. "i really do think you're beautiful. always have."
you nod, taking in a quick inhale of breath to gather yourself. "i wasn't sure before."
"well, i hope you are now," johnny chuckles, and kisses you again. "at least, i hope so - hey, hey -" the embrace stops as he steps back and notices his semen dripping down your leg. "don't get that on the carpet. and definitely don't get that on the dress. we're buying that one for the red carpet-" he checks his watch. "-that we're late to. shit."
he doesn't really regret it.
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sanest-bsd-delegate · 1 year ago
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Childhood dreams
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Headcanon: Where your kid has the most awesome parents ever ft Dazai, Chuuya and Ango Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting This headcanon is so cute that I wasn't able to decide who to take. Any recommendations?
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Dazai:
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Congratulations. This man lived enough to see his kid grow (fuck i remember his face when he fell from the elevator beaten up now)
Am sorry but he will make sure his kids aren't traumatized like the other kids. (He can have that redemption okay?)
But if his kid does something wrong, he would be giving them a strict Port mafia Dazai glare.
His kid likes girls? No problem. His kid likes boys? No problem. His kid like Chuuya's kid? NO.(but he wouldn't say so, he's a babygorl)
He would surely have sticker battle with his kid online, and whenever you go through either of the chats, you will get to see convos in stickers. (You are scared that they have it used as a secret language)
Now this is Dazai we are talking about. He will make sure, that his kid don't make someone/get pregnant. He will be the one giving him the talk. He doesn't care what gender his kid is, the talk is the talk.
Lets be honest, his coats will be stolen by his kid.
If you ask him to pick your kid up, He make sure to bring Atsushi around, babygorl cant drive properly.
*leans on broken* He gives Sugar dad vibes for real.
Teenage hormones are ranging, girls and guys of your kid's school have declared him a DILF, but that doesn't stop them form calling you hawt.
Your kid is made up of the best genes, of course they are going to be the most crushable person in their school. Dazai has information on everyone and he make sure his kid doesn't get catfished or stalked.
Dazai often forget to pick his kid up from school.
Dazai makes sure his kid knows about Oda, rather Odasaku and how great he was.
He will make sure that you all least have dinner dine out once a while.
Family bonds>>
"Dad what is this?" "PUT THAT DOWN" "Y/N I am sure-" "No"
If you ever have fights with either of those two, both of them will be sleeping on the couch.
"Dad I want a dog" "What was the name of the kid who sits next to you?"
You babysit two idiots on weekends. But they are your idiots and you love them.
Chuuya:
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He makes sure his kid doesn't get a wine addiction. Little did he knew, his kid was holding his wine bottle thinking its a rattle toy as a baby.
he and his kid would have late night talks about life and he often would make sure his kid never hides stuff from him. (Am pretty sure he isn't that evil to invade his kid's privacy and stalk but there is always a what if )
If your kid decides to join Mafia, then well, he cant deny not to, considering he himself is in Mafia. But he'll make sure the kid doesn't pull 'I wanna join Mafia' in their early 15s. Like just no
Your kid likes his father more then anything. Like Chuuya is the best father to exist.
He makes sure his kid gets the best of clothes and facilities.
For some reason, your baby thinks Akutagawa is funny. You are getting concerned.
His kid would hold his dad and will never leave him. (Baby grip is strong fr.)
Once Chuuya was told to pick his kid from high school, and oh lord, the screams from the girls were just um. (One of them asked in which section he was in [damn his height])
His kid is taller then him. Periodt. Guess genes works a weird way.
He make sure his kid stay away from Dazai as far as possible, but at the end of the day he would be seeing his wife, kid and his rival playing UNO while screaming lyrics of Do I wanna know.
He makes sure his teenage kid just stay out of trauma he faced. He makes sure the teen feels human. (Anyways)
Meals made by him and your child>>>>
He gladly used his ability and make his kid fly around him when you told him to babysit him once.
He is more of a mother than a father. Kid's crying? kiss their boo boos and hit whatever hurt them.
Please, teens are rebellious and when it comes to your kid, his anger level is like your husband.
But Chuuya loves his family, and he would totally be the one lowkey crying when he attends his kid's wedding.
"My kid has grown up" "Our kid Chuuya" "Are you trying to propose a communist agenda?" "No but the wedding brings back our old memories."
Ango:
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I wanted to say the kid never saw his father but that wouldn't be counted as fluff
This man right here, whenever returns home, is hugged by his kid. His hearts goes UwU as you kiss him on cheeks after. 10/10 day brightened.
Now I am not saying he is like Kunikida, but he makes sure his kid has discipline in life.
PLEASE HE WILL MAKE SURE HIS KID HAS A PROPER SLEEP CYCLE OF 8 HOURS.
His kid would flex his father's job. Like "My father works with the government, if you hit me I will make sure you all in Jail"
He would totally dropping off his kid since the kid started to go to school, and still does.
Ango will make sure his kid sees his father enough.
Ango is a lowkey strict parent but he will make sure his kid aren't suffering
He actually cares about mental health so much
he might as well have dad talks like Chuuya
Now his kid cant lie in front of his father. Ango knows it all.
He will make sure he arrives home in time for family dinner.
Your kid respects him, and might have developed 'Ango validation' disorder.
His kid makes sure to make his father proud. (Who are you again?)
Awww your heart goes UwU when you see both of them interact.
"DADDD I WON THE MATCH" "Congratulations, that's wonderful isn't it Y/N?" "It is, Lets eat dinner out then!" UwU family moments>>>
Loves his Family ofc.
You would have bodygaurds outside the house, cause please he doesnt want you our your child hurt because of his work.
Dazai was almost beaten by the bodygaurd because of his looks.
"Dad, who is this man?" "That was a friend of mine...I lost him a long ago" "Awww dont worry! You still have the same number of friend because I will be you friend" Ango and your 5 yr kid convos>>>>
Ango loves to give his kid kisses on forehead.
Nothing just.
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This fanfictions made my heart melt. And damn, this was the longest headcanon I probably wrote ever
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factual-fantasy · 2 months ago
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29 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🏇
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Ah- yeah that's just a reminder to check the FAQ before asking. :0
I put that notice there because despite having the FAQ, I still got like a dozen asks of things my FAQ already answered...
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@caprico54
My Wally does not eat with his eyes, thankfully, XD that cant be good for his vision!
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@soulful-rodent
I'm still trying to figure out a way around the 100 link limit.. but maybe someday I will! :0
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(Referencing this post)
XDD That makes 3 of us!
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@how-am-i-still-here-lmao
The Muppets don't exist in my AU <XD and unfortunately I don't know enough about the Muppets to think of the hypotheticals.. <:( sorry!...💔💔
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(Julies monster form post)
If Julie ever did reveal her true form, I'm sure Barnaby would appreciate paw pads! XD Hey! He's not the only one now! :D
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AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD Hugs are by far my favorite thing to draw, so I'm glad you like them and can feel the emotions I try to portray in them!! :DDD
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AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD As for the boops.. that's a good question actually :00
I can imagine Frank, Howdy and Poppy wouldn't like a nose boop <XDD
Wally and Eddie would just be confused <XD maybe don't do it to them either..
You might get away with booping Sally once!
Barnaby and Julie would probably laugh and boop you back!
Home would just stare.. 👁️👁️
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@randomgir2020 (Referencing this post)
Aw man, <XD I cant relate! I live for the cold. When I get slightly too hot? I am WAY too hot. 😭😭 But it take's a LOT of cold to make me uncomfortable :00
But hey! I guess that means you might be enjoying the summer we've had this year..? XD
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(Referencing this post)
I'm thinking Wally and Frank get along swell! :) Wally is respectful and a great listener. And Frank always has something for them to talk about XD
Something I can see them doing is Wally tagging along with Frank when he goes out to study bugs. Wally makes for good conversation but is also good at staying very still and quiet when they're trying to not to scare away a butterfly.. :0
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(In response to this post (?))
I didn't intend for Home to directly project nightmares into Wally's mind or anything. But I imagined his many sleepless nights and constant stress/anxiety is what creates them.. <:(
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@minnesotamedic186
XD Factual or Fantasy is fine, also sorry/you're welcome!!(?) XDDDD Either way I'm glad you seem to have liked my artwork!! :}}
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Evil Sylvester talks the big talk, but in reality he's such a wimp. XD If he saw an enormous Metagross- even if it was just standing there completely neutral- he'd probably run away screaming XDDD
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@ninaandthegames
AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MMUCH!! :DDD And don't give up friend! You improve with every piece you make, it gets easier overtime! :)
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@caronaro-flipaclip
I have it saved to my watch later list! :D I'm sure I'll get around to it eventually.. <XD
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@charactersnatcher
WAHHGGG THANKYIUUUU!!!! :DDDDDD
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@xxanxious-anxietyxx
Thank you!! :DD and it was rather funny XDD, although sorry.. I don't take requests! <:/ But don't worry! I'm guaranteed to draw Foxy again at some point XDDD
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@neo-metalscottic (Welcome home character chart) (classic FNAF crew) (Last ask with awesome artwork! :} )
Hello hello! :DD I'm glad to hear you've been enjoying my posts recently, thank you so much!! :DDD As for your questions..
Home is interested in Sally because she's so.. strange.. She's a star.. here amongst common people? Walking and talking and dressing like them?.. how odd...
For Julie, Home looks at her and knows this isn't the real her. She is something else beneath the surface. Something much stronger and bigger than she makes herself out to be. Why is she hiding?.. hmm..
And Eddie, well. Its Eddie <XDD Human from our world an all-
As for Poppy, yes yes! Its because she's been around for so long. It used to watch her sleep through her window when she was a child. Well it did, until she made a habit of closing the curtains every night.. I can also imagine that Poppy helped paint Home and what not. Which furthered Homes interest in her :00
As for the FNAF stuff, it was mostly meant to just be a joke, yes. <XD But I did have some thought/structure behind it! :)) The other animatronics might react similarly to Foxy when they overheat. Getting ramblely and disoriented.. eventually just shutting down. But Foxy is particularly vulnerable to heat-
Foxy moves a lot more than the others do. So he's built up a lot more wear and tear than they have. This also means that even though he's missing a lot of his shell all over his body, he still overheats quite frequently..
In that scene, I imagined that Freddy and the gang had preformed a show that day. So Foxy did his friends a solid by pointing the only fan they had towards them..
Unfortunately everyone was too hot and tired to remember that duh, Foxy's internal cooling is shot :x its okay though they were reminded some minutes later when he started rambling about pickles.. <XD
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@errorinside
I've always pictured Freddy having a taste for savory things rather than sweet :0 Like pizza! :}}
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@i-dogtor-dawg
I've seen a lot of fanart of it! :00 Cat sluggy bois.... I like dem :)
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@glitchhayden418
*snimfle... I love her so much.. 🥹💞💞
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@artblock200322022
AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad to hear it!! :}}}]
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I can imagine that Home has been very tempted to lock Wally inside, but its trying not to spook him away-
Since Barnaby's gotten involved, he's been spending more and more nights at Barnaby's' house.. Home knows that if it comes on too strongly, Wally might just up and leave. So for now it lays low and doesn't lock him inside..
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@jean-arclight (Referencing this post)
In that comic I was going to show Ingo and Emmet's first close encounter with a Tarr.. Ingo wasn't there to protect Emmet..
Emmet was fine in the end and ultimately his injuries were minor. Ingo did a great job taking charge and comforting Emmet in the aftermath. So Emmet was mostly mentally ok. But Ingo took this whole situation really hard.. thinking that Emmet almost died today. And Ingo wasn't even there.. it was awful..
Usually Ingo covers up his feelings for Emmet's sake. But this time he couldn't help but just break down in tears. Coming in after Emmet had already fallen asleep and just scoping him up in a tight hug. Emmet was tired and it wasn't great to have woken him up.. but at this point hearing Emmet's voice might have been the only thing that could soothe Ingo..
Also yeah, <XD I'm glad/sad to hear someone relates to my struggles! <XDD I got to the battle scene and lost a lotta steam. 😞 although these angsty paragraphs reminds me of why brainstormed this comic in the first place! :00 Perhaps I'll finish it someday! :}}
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@i-only-created-this-to-read
ONE GRAIN OF SAND?? Man.. but I see what you mean! :0 I'll have to think about that..
That nail thing is GENIUS! :00 The first thing that came to mind though was Home poking a nail out and Wally steps on it <XD giving Barnaby a good reason to stay longer to help him out-
Or, if Barnaby stepped on it, Wally would spend a day or two at Barnaby's house to help him with chores. Since he can't walk now <XD What a backfire Home!
I can see home being able to move almost its entire body for short intervals. Kind'a like focusing and tensing your entire body all at once. But if it wants to make significant movements it can only move little bits at a time.
As for the lock, it cant meld or change the shape of the lock. But it can turn the inside of the lock so that a key wont go in. Effectively making you unable to unlock it. And yes! Home can lock all the doors and windows that are apart of it >:)
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@abaroo
Well as the asker previously talked about, Home could stick nails up through the floor <XD That would leave a mark..
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I was envisioning less of a child with a toy and more like... a scientist with their experiment..?
Home is very curious about Wally and is kind'a experimenting with him. Seeing how long it can stare at him before he wakes up. When he wakes up, what's the first thing he does? How will Wally react to certain creaks and groans of the floor boards?
Although it is a little closer to the child thing when it comes to Barnaby. Home doesn't like Barnaby because he's looking out for Wally prying into this situation, And he keeps offering his home as a safe heaven taking Wally away for days at a time. He's messing with its experiment....
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(In response to this post)
I've considered an interaction where the two of them wind up in the same area and start to chat. They joke back and fourth and generally have a nice conversation. At this point Eddie starts to feel bad and apologizes for always avoiding small talk with Wally..
He explains that after his little freak out at the Christmas party, he's always just felt uneasy whenever he would pass by Wally's house. He then says,
"I might sound crazy here, but it always feels like I'm being watched by somethin, haha!.. <XD"
That's when Wally would pause and his tone would shift drastically. With fear in his eyes he replies,
"...You feel it too?"
This would change their dynamic entirely. They'd now see each other as a victim to the same weird anxiety. Finally someone understands what they're feeling..
The only thing keeping me from doing this though, is that if Wally knew that someone else felt that way, it would make his anxiety a lot more real. I kind'a wanna keep this whole stalking situation in Wally's head. Which is why he hasn't just up and moved in with Barnaby.
If he thinks he is the only one experiencing this "being watched" feeling.. then he'll be more likely to tell himself its not real and stay with Home.
Other than this potential interaction, I actually don't really have any current plans for them to grow closer <:( 💔
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AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD Not gonna lie I've been considering it! :00
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g0dwat3rwritings · 7 months ago
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can you do an mc that cant remember anything? It might be simple at first, but it causes a lot of problems since they also forget abt their birthdays, events, and ofc, their anniversaries if they get with them
my writers block has left and I am giggling and kicking my feet
I'm not gonna say anymore because I will jinx it 😭
This Takes Place In The Original Timeline
Warnings ;; None, just fluff!
Relationship ;; Romantic
Type ;; Headcanons
LUCIFER ;; THE PRIDEFUL ELDEST
Now, Lucifer is actually pretty used to things like this.
With his brothers being, well, his brothers, it's common for them to forget things
He's pretty used to watching Mammon forget a textbook and bringing it with him because Mammon's already run off.
So, when he meets you, it's nothing new. He takes care of you he says it's because he has to but we all know that's not true and makes sure that he brings things to RAD that you forget.
He's not that bothered when you forget your anniversary, because he's used to your nature.
Don't think that he won't put anything together though. He most definitely will, despite your forgetfulness.
MAMMON ;; THE SCUMMY SECOND-BORN
Mammon's pretty forgetful himself, as stated previously.
He'll forget a textbook every now and again, but important dates are most definitely engraved into his greedy little brain.
When he meets you, he's a little taken aback because of your intense forgetfulness, but he honestly gets it.
He's only a tad bit bothered by the fact that you forgot, but it stops bothering him once he remembers just how forgetful you are.
Like Lucifer, He'll most definitely put something together. It might not be as well put together as Lucifer's may be, but he tries, and that's all that matters.
LEVIATHAN ;; THE OTAKU THIRD-BORN
Levi probably wouldn't notice. Given how little he cares for your existence in the beginning of the game, I doubt he'd really notice or care at first.
While Levi isn't as forgetful, He is a bit concerned with how much you forget things, if he does happen to notice.
You'd probably be playing a game and just.. straight-up forget how to play, I think he'd start to realize it from then on.
He probably isn't much bothered by you forgetting, but he would say a couple of negative things about him just being a "nasty, yucky otaku" (same)
He probably wouldn't put anything too big together, he'd simply pull up a couple games and you'd have a gaming session together.
SATAN ;; THE CYNICAL FOURTH BORN
Now, I'd oddly think that this would kind of annoy Satan.
I mean, he's Satan. The Avatar of Wrath. You expect him to not be irritated by something like that?
Of course, he would outwardly show you his annoyance once he first meets you. Later on though, as annoying as it still may be, he'll stop showing his annoyance and hide it as best he can.
If you forget your anniversary, he might be a tad bit disappointed, but it won't show, let alone will it be any noticable.
He, like Mammon and Lucifer, will put something together. Small, maybe a cat cafe where you can read or something.
ASMODEUS ;; THE NARCISSISTIC FIFTH-BORN
Asmo might be a little concerned, believe it or not. Both in the beginning, and after you two get together.
He will be entirely concerned on just how forgetful you are. He wouldn't be surprised if you barley remember your own name. (I don't even remember my own name half the time..)
He'd be so offended if you ever forgot his name or anything about him.
You can never tell if he's genuinely offended or not.
If you happen to forget your anniversary, surprisingly, he won't judge nor will he be upset.
Like Satan, Mammon, and Lucifer, he'll put something together. Despite it being well, Asmo, he will make it a small date at Hell's Kitchen, if that's what you'd like.
BEELZEBUB ;; THE FAMISHED SIXTH-BORN
Beel's definitely forgetful himself, but in his own himbo-y way.
He'll forget very small, tiny things.
But it does kind of take him off guard by how much you forget when you first meet.
He honestly feels kind of bad.
If you forget your anniversary, he literally will not care. Not in a bad way. He just won't be angry or upset if you forgot. He'd actually be very forgiving and kind about it.
He might ask you to cook something for him, but that's really it.
Unless you actually want to celebrate it, he'll do whatever you want. He'll follow your lead.
BELPHEGOR ;; THE CATNAPPING SEVENTH-BORN
Belphie completely despises you at first, and not just because of the whole you-being-a-human thing.
You get on every single nerve when you two first meet.
Once he gets to know you, he feels bad about hating you and eventually just.. stops.
He feels bad about the fact that you barely remember anything, but he won't say anything about it.
If you forget your anniversary, he'll pull you away from whatever you're doing to take you up to the attic to take a nap with him.
He'll only explain if you ask. He'll simply say, "it's our anniversary." Before falling asleep.
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dontasktherain · 3 months ago
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Angsty Rosie/parentlock hcs, bcs i cant let them live peacfully:
- No one in this household knows how to communicate their emotions properly. John bottles up and yells, Sherlock expects anyone to know what upset him all the time and their daughter is a combo of all of that
- Rosie learned about her mothers past. She knows shes named after Marys past life. She hates it.
- Rosie once read Johns blog. She started feeling sorry for mom. Has this man every loved her? He's saying such things about Sherlock. She never heard him talk like this about Mary.
- After that, in spite of John, she starts using AGRA as a nickname.
- Conversations barely exist. John asks Rosie how her last test went, Sherlock tells him she got a B. He knows everything, why would she even bother trying to speak?
- As a kid, Rosie fainted a lot. Not because she was sick or something. I guess children don't take sight of organs and crime scenes very well...
- As a teenager, nothing affects Rosie anyhow. Show her anything. No amount of gore will get any reaction out of her. She's seen it all.
- At some point Rosie started playing a game of how long can she hide different things from Sherlock? It started with energy drinks on her way home, through having first boyfriend, ending with tatoos on her back and cuts on her arms.
- She's a master at hiding stuff and a very good actor. Barely anyone can catch on her lies. She has it all planned. At this point having control of what people see brings her joy.
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iouinotes · 9 months ago
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Heroic betrayal | Luke Castellan (part 2)
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SPOILER FOR PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS AND THE BOOKS
pairing: Luke Castellan x female!reader
show: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
warnings: heavy angst, smut
word count: 3,7k
summary: After Luke's betrayal, you try to hold yourself together in the camp. Everything was fine until you meet him again. Then everything collapses.
a/n: I thought I should write a second part. So, here it is!
Also, do you guys a) want the reader to join Luke or b) fight against him? I would love to write something, when the story continues!
part one here
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"Princess" his voice is a whisper in the darkness. A distant call that appears from all directions, but cannot be traced back.
I want to move, but I can't. My eyes squint but I still can't see anything. It's cold here, even if I don't know where I am.
Goosebumps spread across my skin. It feels like I'm choking on air. Mist brushes my skin, or maybe it's someones fingertips.
My heart beats faster, my breathing becomes less stable and yet my feet don't move forward. I can't see him, but I know he's here.
In my head, in my thoughts, in my dreams.
Then I feel a dark presence behind me, a shiver runs down my spine, but when I turn my head there is only darkness.
"Come back to me" his voice makes me tremble. It's so disturbing, the calm he radiates. This sort of security that he carries with his words.
"I am here. I will always be here. With you." He won't let me go. Every day it dominates my thoughts, influences my actions, my attitude, my feelings.
I cant escape him, even in my sleep.
When I wake up I feel so drained, as if I hadn't even slept. I'm almost the last one to get up, my siblings' beds are mostly already deserted.
When I try to get up, I have to hold on to my bed, I feel weak on my feet. My head hurts, my thoughts are messed up and as I get dressed and look in the mirror, I see the dark circles under my eyes and the pale skin. The face that stares back, is almost foreign to me.
As I search through my closet, in the corner of my eyes I see the oversized, orange shirt that once belonged to him. And when I remember his voice from my dream, tears appear in my eyes and I try my best to suppress them.
I feel like I left my heart behind, when I ran away from that ship. I don't want to admit it, but deep down I know that the only reason my heart is still beating is because he is out there. And I hold onto the secret hope, that he will come back to me. Because now that he's gone - no, that he's left me, there's a hole in my chest.
Never in my life have I felt emptier, so abandoned and alone.
I am just a shell of a person who once existed. At least that's how it feels. Without him, I have nothing to live for. I'm only here because I can't let my family down, because I can't leave Percy after he tries every day his best to care for me. In the last few weeks he has been like a little brother, I would hate to hurt him with my absence. So I stay. Keep fighting, train the newbies, prepare everyone for war.
I don't do anything else. Get up, exercise, eat something even if I'm not hungry, go to sleep and then dream about him. I'm unfocused and it's obvious, no matter how hard I try not to show it.
As I step into the sunlight, warmth embraces me, but I still feel cold inside. I hold my chin up and greet some of my friends. I see pity in all of their eyes.
But they know better than to talk to me about it. I couldn't, even if I wanted to.
He left me, he betrayed the whole camp. My once wonderful, supportive lover.
He is gone.
I walk past the tables, keeping my gaze straight ahead. I don't want to stay and hear the laughter of the others, especially the Hermes cabin, when the centerpiece, that once hold everything together is missing.
I think about going to the training hall, even though my body hurts and I'm unable to hold a weapon the right way. Everything reminds me of him and it hurts so much. So much, that I want to hide away and sometimes when I can avoid responsibility, I'm staying in the woods. At the tree where I last hid, during our game. It's comforting me in a special way, even when all I can really do is cry.
When I secretly turn in this direction and head into the woods, I don't notice how blonde curls follow me.
As soon as I reach the place, my knees buckle and I fall to the ground. Just staring at the tree makes me almost immediately tear up.
If only he were here. If only he was with me.
I jump when I feel a hand on my shoulder. But my reflexes suspend, as if they're asleep. I can't defend myself. Sometimes I think it would be better to escape this suffering.
Then I hear Percy's voice.
"Tough morning, huh? Mind, if I join you?" He is the only one, for unknown reasons, I can have close to me, when I feel vulnerable. With others, I always want to build a facade up, so that I don't look weak. But Percy doesn't make me feel weak, he just encourages me to feel. And I need that.
We sit in silence, I can't even count how many times he's seen me in this state. Yet he is still here.
"I'm really t-trying to hold it together but I- I can't. I can't live without him. It hurts." He keeps a distance from me, but him just being here is comforting.
At least it's one person who stayed.
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I pour water on the last flames of the campfire and try my best to tidy the place up again. Chiron suggested, after the last, stressful days, that we play "Caputure the flag" again. And to no ones surprise, now that a driving force is gone, the Ares cabin won. So everyone celebrated, a banquet was held and everyone tried to ignore for this moment, that there is war ahead of us.
I was useless in the game, my mind was distracted and my hands were shaking. I was able to disarm a few people from the other team, but it wasn't nearly enough for it to really matter.
I'm on autopilot, I exist without really realizing it. Without really feeling anything.
Sometimes I can smile when Percy argues with Annabeth, like the clueless idiot he can be, because they both dont acknowledge their feelings for each other. Although it's actually very obvious how much they are drawn together, the trust they hold. It gives me some sort of comfort. At least the two of them will find their way to each other, if everything ends well.
Still, the happy moments are short-lived, because of the pain in my heart afterwards, which almost feels physical. Like a knife that keeps turning in the wound. As a reminder of what happened.
The day was exhausting, my eyes want to close on their own, but I hate seeing him in my dreams. He appears almost every night.
It's this fear that he's hiding, that he's lurking in the dark, like the monsters under your bed, that keep me from sleeping.
I would rather prefer the monster than him.
It's dark now, the clouds hide the stars and only the light in my lamp shows me my surroundings. I walk through the rows of benches and look over the square for a moment. It's so quiet here that it calms me down too.
Then I notice a hidden shadow at the edge of the forest, my muscles tighten and I lower my hand to grip the dagger in my pocket.
My heart beats fast, but before I can call someone, I see the outline of the person.
Tall, slim, confident.
Without any light, the person walks his way towards me, until he is so close, that I can see dark curls, a scar running across his face and the familiar eyes.
I blink. It feels like I'm losing my mind. I'm so shocked, I can't believe the sight of him. That he is actually here.
"No-" I hear myself whisper in fear. My voice is shaking.
"Y-you're not real. You are in my head. I'm just dreaming, you- you're not really here." But this time I'm not only hearing his voice, I also hear the sound of the lake and can actually see him. Can see every feature of his face and the desire in his eyes.
"Hello princess" It's all he says, but it's enough. I almost fall over as I take several steps back. The dagger presses into my leg.
Although there is so much I wanted to tell him, right now, I just want to disappear.
"Surprised to see me? My requests for you, to come back to me didn't work very well." The dreams. It really was him. Calling for me.
"I needed to see you." He says it as naturally as if I had last seen him yesterday. As if everything was normal. Like he was still my Luke.
I look around, trying to see if anyone else is awake, but everything is quiet.
To my horror, it feels like I can breathe properly again for the first time. As if he is part of the oxygen, which I need to survive. My heart is beating so fast, that I almost can't handle the feeling.
He moves towards me without hesitation or asking me for permission. He comes closer to me with every step he takes. My eyes widen and before I realise it, my body moves on his own and I'm holding my dagger to his neck.
But he doesn't move. He just looks at me. As if he knew my every thought and expected them all.
"There is the fire in you that I love so much. I was afraid it had extinguished." His voice. Deep and calming, it heals something within me that I thought was lost.
I can not think. It's a dream, it needs to be. I can only dream. He couldn't really be standing next to me.
The dagger in my hand is still directed to his neck, but his eyes are distracting me.
He distracts me from the real danger. Him.
His small smile leaves me trembeling and as his fingers slowly rise and brush my hair back, he leans forward despite my threating gesture.
I feel his lips against my ear. I inhale sharply, but I do nothing to move away from him. His hand moves lovingly along my arm, the touch feels as light as a feather.
"I knew you missed me, sweetheart." His hands begin to rub my back, finding their way to my neck to hold me tight against him. If I had any sense left in me, I would have pushed him away. Would have screamed and warned the camp.
But for the first time in all these months I feel alive again, feel at one with my heart. Because he is here. He holds all my love in his hands.
"Luke..." his name falls from my lips, it's like a blessing and torment at the same time. But more it feels like worship, like he's the only God I'm loyal to.
My mouth opens silently and I inhale his scent, as his lips brush against my cheeks. One of his hands pulls me closer to him, while the other one touches my face. His fingers stroke my lips, grabbing my chin and holding it up. Close to his own face.
I feel his breathing on my skin. My heart beats so fast that I almost vibrate with energy. I haven't felt so vivid in a long time.
Worse, I haven't felt so loved since he left.
"What do you want?" His lips ghost over my own, just a hint of what I could have.
"I-I want" I feel his smile, feel the butterflies that had died come back to life again. It's like his mere presence revives me.
His hands grip my waist, holding me tight to him, it makes my head float.
His lips brush my chin, leaving light kisses on my neck, making me feel desperate.
"Please, Luke-" The dagger falls from my hand and in the back of my mind, the noise of the weapon hitting the ground is like my death sentence.
But I pay no mind to that, my hands tangle into his hair and I try to stand on my tiptoes to reach him.
"You want me? Want me to kiss you?" Our foreheads touch. It's all forgotten, everything. Expect him. As if he had casted a spell in me to forget everything or maybe I just wanted to forget for that moment.
Then he kisses me.
And I think my consciousness left my body. I just want to be close to him, everything he gives, I will gladly take. His lips are hot against my own and a shiver runs through my body as his kisses become more possessive.
When he tries to pull away, I wrap my arms around him. A satisfied grin spreads across his face as he notices my desperation.
I just don't want him to disappear again.
He leaves several small kisses as if he was trying to summon me back to the real world, even though he obviously enjoys that I lose myself in him. He chuckles darkly, but it doesn't help me to clear my head. Almost immediately he lets his tongue graze my lower lip, asking to be let in.
His hands wander under my shirt and absentmindedly loosen my tight pants. When his fingers stroke my clothed middle, I moan silently. The sound echoes between our bodies and his tongue slides into my mouth, exploring every familiar spot. It almost takes all my breath away.
I feel a wetness forming in my underwear, the touch of his fingers alone isn't enough.
"You feel that? That pussy missed me too. Bet, you must have felt so empty without me. Don't worry, I'll make sure this never happens again."
Without warning me, he slides his fingers into my underwear and begins stroking slowly to tease me. His thumb presses against my clitoris with a delicious pressure, his mouth swallowing the sound that escapes me.
"God, I love seeing you like this. So fucking sweet and unable to resist me." His other hand slides to my face, touching my nose, lingering over my lips and tapping them.
Without thinking, I open my mouth, one of his finger sneaks in and presses decisively on my tongue. My head feels like it's floating in the middle of nowhere.
"That's how I like you, always so responsive. I'll take care of you, love. You'll feel so good in no time."
Then he pushes me against the large dining table and lifts me onto it. I open my eyes, see his blurry face infront of me and whimper slightly, when his hand leaves my pants.
"Shhh, my darling. I have something better planned for you."
He helps me take off my pants, my hips lift in support, and when the air hits my heated skin, I get goosebumps.
His fingers stroke my thighs and as he makes eye contact with me, he lowers himself to his knees. His lips gently touch the inner side of my thighs, he kisses along them until he hovers over my center. He grins deviously as he runs his tongue over the small piece of clothing, my eyes flutter and all I can hear is my heavy breathing.
His finger strokes me for a moment until he finally hooks one at the top of my underwear and slowly pulls them down my legs. It disappears into the dark, but judging by the rustling, he put it in his own pocket.
I look down at him, see his shining eyes and the adoring expression. Before I can say anything, he lowers his head and licks through my folds. His hands rest on my thighs, the grip so strong that it grounds me. My hands reach into his locks.
His nose brushes against my clitoris, and when a scream tries to escape me, I put my hand over my mouth.
The feeling of his tongue is so intense that all my thoughts focus on these movements. I let my hips press against his face in circular motions, my mouth hanging open as he continues pleasuring me with his tongue.
Then suddenly his mouth leaves me for a moment, he rises slightly and when I'm about to complain, he sinks a finger into me. My eyes almost roll back.
"Shut your pretty mouth and let me do my thing, understand?" I nod, but his finger feels so good, that I can't register all of his words. He shuckles.
"I don't think I've done a good job yet, if you can still concentrate. We have to change that, right?" His second finger pushes into me and makes scissoring movements, small muffled noises leave my mouth.
His other hand wanders across my stomach to my breasts until it it grasps my neck and squeezes lightly, a moan escapes me.
Then I hear his dark voice above me.
"If I could I would destroy you, God the things you do to me-" His mouth sucks a hickey on my neck, if he wanted to, he could probably break any resistance in me with just a few more movements of his lips.
His hand wanders down my sides. As I mess up his hair, he grabs my hands and pushes them onto the table.
A third finger is inserted into me and I feel a growing tight feeling inside me. It's getting darker around us and as I start to look for the lamp, he pinches my nipples under my shirt.
I whine in response. "It's getting dark, I-I only want to see you." For a moment his movements stop inside me and he just looks at me. His eyes so loving, that it almost makes my heart explode.
Then he pushes back my hair, which has come loose from my hair band and his hand cups the back of my head. Pushing my face forward a little, his lips linger on my forehead for a moment.
The butterflies in my stomach feel like they're going crazy. Probably because he drives me insane.
When he pulls back, he looks at me like I'm the only one who exists in this world.
It feels like our souls are coming together again.
His hand, which is still under my shirt, starts massaging my breasts and I breathe heavily, enjoying the gentle pulling and kneading of his hands.
"Take off my clothes, princess." My hands come up from the table to undo his belt, I pull his pants down a little and stroke his clothed member. He hisses quietly and pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra which he quickly undoes.
He kisses my breasts and leaves a trail down to my stomach. His hot breath makes me dizzy. When I pull down his underwear and grasp his member properly, he lifts his head. Heavy breaths escape him as I continue to stroke him and touch his tip with my thumb.
I see him shaking, but then his lips are on mine again and he's kissing me hot. His hand grasps my own and releases it from him, his fingers burying themselves in my hair to steer my head.
I look at him with glassy eyes.
"Come here" he whispers, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. His tip lingers over my entrance, his precum dripping onto me.
"Want you-" my voice is quiet but desperate. I'm sure I look like a complete mess.
"You want to be fucked, hmm? Are you sure you deserve it?" I nod like a complete idiot, but I don't care anymore.
His cock brushes against my entrance and as I try to push myself onto him, he holds my hips firmly.
Then he whispers "Would you let someone else fuck you? Allow someone to see you like that? Be willing to do anything just to get a cock? Would you?" He sinks into me so slowly that I can feel every vein. My head becomes heavy.
"Oh I know how quickly you get lost in your head, darling. But do you still know that it's me who fucks you so well?" His first powerful thrust leaves me unable to breathe, my hands desperately clinge to his shoulders.
"I think you should prove to me that you are only mine. Am I right?" I nod, trying my best to concentrate, but he's filling me so well.
"O-only you" at my words, he starts to move faster.
"That's right, princess. Only mine. Mine to fuck, mine to keep."
I drop my head onto his shoulder and moan, the feeling so good that I can only focus on it. His hand wraps around my waist and pushes me onto him, his thrusts increasing in force.
"S-so good...Luke, you f-feel so good"
"You dont get to come now, are you listening to me? You're going to pull yourself together and be a good girl." I whine, feel my eyes watering and I try to ignore the growing feeling in my stomach.
"Because if you don't listen to me, then the gods help you, I won't stop anytime soon." My hand grasps his neck and I try to make eye contact.
"Just a little more and you'll be where I want you. Hold on, princess" he slows down, looking into my eyes and cupping my neck. Fucking me slowly.
My mouth opens, but no words leave me. The brown of his eyes almost devours me. He hits a place deep inside me that only he can reach and my head begins to spin, I become almost boneless in his grip. I hear his voice in my ear, like an incantation.
"You are so good to me, darling. Just a little more-"
Then suddenly, my vision becomes blurry and I feel every touch of his, every fingertip, every strand of hair that brushes against me and the thrusts of his cock even more intense. My surroundings falls silent, I just lie in his arms and don't want anything else.
"I got you. Want to be good? Then come for me." So I let his hands work magic, they squeeze my clit and almost make me scream. His thrusts become more rough, his breathing ragged. My skin feels like it's on fire, my fingernails scratch his back.
"Just like that, darling. Do you feel how well I fill you up? You just need me, you hear me? Remember that in your pretty head. Only I am important. You just have to believe me."
With these words I come. His lips press against mine and it feels like he's stealing my soul. I can't bring myself to fight it.
When he comes too, I feel his seed inside me, feel him pushing it further into me. It almost makes me come a second time.
He pauses in his movements, placing kisses all over my skin. His fingers trace over me, shaping hearts and stars like those above us.
I feel so happy as we silently look at each other. I can't stop myself from saying the words out loud.
"I love you."
When I think he's about to kiss me, he pulls away. Drops his hands and just looks at me. I feel my heart sink painfully in my chest. The feeling makes me despair.
"You do?" My eyebrows furrow, I suddenly feel very exposed in front of him. I take my top and pull it over my head. His eyes follow my movements.
"Because you can only have one, princess. Me or them. You decide." It takes me a moment to remember, to realize that we are still in camp. To remember why things are the way they are.
Before I can say anything, he speaks again.
"Are you happy? Now that I'm here? Can you honestly say that you wouldn't change your mind if you could? Because, that's why I'm here, this time you can choose right. You can choose me."
"Luke, I want to choose you. I would always choose you. But I can't choose what you dedicated your life to. I cannot commit myself to the evil."
"You think I'm evil? You really think I'm doing the wrong thing? The gods are the ones who don't know any better. Who abandon their children. You are on their side, even though they themselves deceive and manipulate each other?" I always knew Luke hated the gods. That he blames them and especially his father for all the suffering. For every pain he had to go trough, even when he was still so young.
He takes another step towards me. I stand still, only watching him come closer again.
"You are naive if you think the gods care about anything other than themselves. They are deceitful, egoistic beings who must be destroyed. Then everything can start again, the world is better off without them. Being loyal to Kronos is the only way to ever be free."
I shake my head.
"Kronos will plunge everything into darkness, how can you not notice? It's worse than anything we could ever imagine. Luke, he doesn't want the happiness of his followers, he just wants power."
"So am I. You always knew that."
"No. I knew life wasn't easy for you. But I never thought you would give up everything just to get revenge."
"I didn't give up everything, just what was necessary. I will never give up on you, otherwise why am I here? I want you to come with me."
His hands cup my cheeks and look into my eyes. His one shine with desperation. As his request hangs like a weight over my shoulder, I feel everything inside me tighten.
He will leave me again.
"You...could stay? We'll be able to sort it out together, you can still make up your mind. Or let's escape, let's get away from here. Where nobody knows us."
"Princess, I want everyone to know who I am and what I've done to get there. I'm not hiding and you shouldn't be either. You dont achieve Glory that way."
"I'd rather be a loser than die. Because that will happen, if you continue to serve Kronos. How can you not know that the bad guys always lose?"
I look into his eyes. He is so close to me and yet so far away. It kills me.
"Because I won't lose. I never lose. And I won't lose you either."
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zoandreez · 1 year ago
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hiding in plain sight . (prologue)
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pairing: ao'nung x omaticayan!reader
summary: your mother worked alongside miles quartitch in the sky people battle. as a dreamwalker, similar to grace, she got pregnant (occurrence unknown.) after miles' death, the sky people retreated. you grew up alone on pandora, afraid of what was outside of your make-shift sanctuary, until one day you go hunting and bump into some of the sullys.
word count: 1.3k
warnings: like 2 seconds of angst
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as you frantically scrambled around your hut of trees and leaves, a ripped (and mostly fluff-less) pillow, and organization of old blankets you found from the abandoned pods, the day you had been dreading for a few weeks had finally came.
you were out of food.
of course, for any na'vi this is no big deal, all they have to do is go hunting. however, in your case it isn't exactly that easy. the other omaticayan do not know you exist. your mother, jasmine brooks, worked for miles quartitch, who (you quickly learned) wasn't the best person to know on pandora. during the sky people war, your mother as a dream walker was concieved. although the answers to how are still unknown, you were born with five fingers, five toes, and eyebrows, resembling human features more than na'vi. the sky people had no time to react, and with no clue how to deal with you, abandoned you.
luckily, you were just about 3 years old when they abandoned you and understood the basics of life-- walking, peeling fruits and such. you had to train yourself to hunt, to make your own loincloths, and other necessities. you never went hunting much, in fear you would be discovered. so, once every three months, you would wait until night to hunt until the sun rose, to have enough food for the next few months.
the last cycle was five months ago, thank eywa for that. however, you knew you were too lucky, as your next hunting spree would need to begin today. in the morning. you had no food for the rest of the day, and you didn't want to hold out, you were skinny and rationed enough. you grabbed your bow and your arrows and carefully snuck out of your hut, beginning your day-long hunt.
about an hour has passed, and it seemed to be going great so far. you had quite a bit of spartan and yovo fruits to get you through for a week, and you decided you'd get your months worth stash next week. on your way back, you had begun to dig into a yovo fruit, one of the smaller ones, when suddenly you heard murmurs.
"tuk, keep up!" you heard a boy shout.
your ears tilted up as you turned your head in the direction of the noise. you said nothing as you backed away, afraid running would bring too much attention your way.
"bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" you heard another boy say, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
something about the scene, instead of scaring you, enticed you. you inched closer to the voices, finally stopping behind a tree. you peeked between two branches like a window as you stared at the 4. it was a na'vi boy, braids pulled back into a ponytail, leading the group. quickly following behind was a na'vi girl, younger than the rest, swaying her tail as she leapt across the log following him. a taller girl, strolled behind casually, as the human boy caught your attention, with a breathing mask on.
"she's such a crybaby." the na'vi boy huffed, and the steps on the grass you once heard stopped. "she's all, 'i'm telling! you're not supposed to go to the battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'"
the youngest one, most likely who tuk is, stuck her tongue out at the na'vi boy. you smiled at her remark. the older girl blurted out a quick "don't pick at her," looking at him with disapproval.
they continued on their path, and you quickly ran to drop your fruit off and follow them. it looked like they were heading to the pods, and miles' old suit. you passed by thousands of times, breathing in your mothers old mask or sitting in her pod (unfortunately someone seven, eight feet tall cant lay in a five foot pod.) you followed the familiar path as the four began to speak again.
"come on," na'vi boy spoke again. as he climbed up to the crashed ships, the three of the other companions followed.
"oh, sick." the human boy called. you began to walk further out, uninterested in the chance of "any dead bodies up there," that tuk claims to want to see. you followed the older na'vi girl, as she walked further into the nature. she brushed her fingertips against the branches and lifted her arms to twirl with the leaves, before eventually laying down in the grass. you stepped closer to her, before freezing. you saw the many atokirina that flew ahead of you, and calmly circled themselves onto the girl.
you stared in awe as she lay asleep, the spirit seeds of eywa sitting on her, before they buzzed away. it was like she just got blessed? you had no clue what happened, and reached out to one of the atokirina to graze it-
"hey!" your head whipped up to the human boy. you quickly took off, brushing past him. "what were you doing? get back here!" he shouted, dashing after you before he shouted.
"lo'ak! tackle that girl, i think she hurt kiri!" you looked around, for any signs of lo'ak, the now name-assigned na'vi boy. after not seeing him, you took off for safety before you were pinned down by lo'ak.
"who are you?" he blurted out.
"get off me!" you protested, twisting and turning as you reached for your knife.
he quickly stopped you, but froze when he grabbed your hand. slowly, he put his hand up to yours. it took you a minute to realize what he was doing, until you looked. your hands matched up perfectly, but that isn't supposed to happen unless..
"are you a dreamwalker?" you both asked, and looked at each other in shock. "what do you mean are you a dreamwalker? stop copying me. why are you saying everything i say? stop it!"
the human boy interjected. "wait, what are you guys talking about, 'dreamwalker?'"
"she has five fingers."
the boy turned to look at you, before walking up and looking at her hands. "so, what- do we take her to dad?" "no way, he'll kill us if he knew we came this far."
"he'll kill us if we don't tell him the sky people are back."
you watched the two argue for a moment, before lo'ak finally sighed and gave in. he looked back at you. "sorry dreamwalker, gotta turn you in to big boss." he said before tapping his neck, as you caught sight of the little mic he had.
"but i'm not a dreamwalker."
the boys both froze and looked at you. "so, what are you?" the human boy said.
"well, my mother was. i'm just.. a freak." you said, wiggling your pinky.
lo'ak hesitated for a bit, looking at you. he had no clue whether to believe you or not. he grew up thinking he was a freak for his fifth finger, his eyebrows, his demon blood. now, this girl that laid before him could be like him. or, she could be what he's sworn to not. a sky person. a demon. he pressed his mic.
"devil dog, devil dog this is eagle eye, over." he spoke.
after a moment, they heard static and then a male voice spoke. "eagle eye, send your traffic." the male said. you stared off into the distance.
"we found this girl, she looks like an avatar, but she says shes not a dreamwalker. she has five fingers though, and we've never seen her before." you had begun to wriggle under his grasp, not wanting to be caught. "let me go!" you protested.
"where are you?" the male on the other line said. lo'ak looked at the now returned human boy, with kiri, and hesitated before answering. kiri mouthed a snarky remark to lo'ak that you couldn't hear, but it made lo'ak wince.
"oh. we're.. we're um.. attheoldshack." he said quickly.
"who's we? who's with you?"
"me, kiri, spider... tuk."
you heard a faint gasp in the speaker on his neck, and looked over at tuk as she said to kiri, "is dad coming for us?"
"dad's coming for lo'ak's ass, definitely." lo'ak hit kiri on the shoulder, as he continued to lean on you with his knee on your back, one hand pinning your wrists together.
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this just acts as a prologue for a series i have coming, i figured i should get practice writing in!
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machiten · 1 year ago
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that's my seat! (pt 2)
academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader
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warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), bits of xiaoven (fuck you i love his ship), idk what else
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❗not proofread ❗
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the day after that, you didn't attend class which was quite unusual since there was never a day where you attempted to skip class (one time you did but it was so that you can study for another class) and it alarmed him, just a little bit. maybe you got sick? an urgent matter perhaps? but you didn't file an excuse letter so the teachers can excuse you. scaramouche wanted to ask your friends but his pride is a little too much for that. oh and he was also sent to the principal's office the same day. it's not the first time of course, trips to the office are basically routine now. when scaramouche entered, the principal is a bit surprised to not seeing you trail behind the purple haired achiever.
"oh? this is new. where's (last name)?"
"...don't know, i haven't seen her since this morning."
"that's a nice hit you got there." tye principal addressed the patches on his face. scaramouche clicked his tounge as he flicked his head to the side, as to hide his face from shame.
if he was to be honest to himself, he aready had his eyes on you since day one. someone is on par with him? really?? now he doesn't see that everyday. it changed his overall view on school. no more boring lectures with no one to debate with, no more being dragged alone to every bullshit quiz bee contests (you're also gettting dragged), and getting high scores are actually fun now because he gets to make fun of you.
so as the days go by... wait, days? how long has it been?! he hasn't seen a single strand of your hair. he already checked certain spots around the school everyday, hoping that maybe you were just avoiding him therefore the lack of your presence. he was calm, not until one of your friends went to him, asking for your whereabouts. him. your sworn enemy, is being asked where the fuck you are.
"hey"
scaramouche turned to the voice seeing aether with a frown. "what." scaramouche replied.
"i didn't think i was ever gonna ask you this but im gonna overlook all the shit that you did for now because this is important. have you seen (name)?" aether grimaced
"no, i haven't seen her. also, how the fuck should i know? we're not close." he crossed his arms, as if he just heard the most absurd question in his entire existence.
"fuck" aether cursed under his breath. "well, thanks i guess." aether waved and walked away. when he turned into a corner, scaramouche's facade fell. the hell? not even aether knows what happened to you? feeling guilt, scaramouche fished his phone out of his pocket and opened his contact list oh yeah he also doesn't have your number, you're not even friends on any social medias. he cursed under his breath. now he feels really bad, blaming himself for your disappearance, guilt eating him inside out.
the days go by, scaramouche ignored the prickling feeling inside his chest. you'll come back, right? he knows you would, you wouldn't abandon your education, right?? he just had to be patient. but he cant really ignore you, everything he sees reminds him of you. everytime he enters the classroom, he gets reminded by the chair he sits in, expecting you to come in a minute later to play tug of war with the chair. in lectures, he's always ready to spit out a comeback whenever you add something to the lesson but this time he kept waiting until the lecture ends until he realizes that no you weren't there at all to debate with him. when the teacher hands out test results, he always looks at the back (where you sit) to compare scores but everytime, he sees nothing but an empty chair.
you have perfectly blended yourself in scaramouche's routine. and everytime it happens, the guilt plaguing his mind feeds from it. he went home that day accepting the fact that it is entirely his fault and he should fix everything. that's the least he could do after everything that he's done.
"im home," scaramouche exclaimed as he entered his house, putting away his shoes on the side. "welcome home kuni- you okay?" his sister, which is a splitting image of their mother, said as she paused the tv. "yeah, anyways. im probably gonna regret this but can you both cook for yourselves today? i have to go somewhere. please don't burn the pan handle again, thanks." he said as he immediately ran to his room to change.
"where are you going?!" his sister shouted from downstairs. "uhh to my friend's house!" he shouted back.
"you have friends?!"
"what is that supposed to mean?!!"
"im gonna tell mom you're going somewhere!"
"ok!"
when he was out of the house, he took at his phone and looked at the picture of your address in you notebook when he sneakily stole your notes.
'damn they live far... good thing i have a motorcycle.' he took his keys, wore his helmet, and got the engine started.
after 20 minutes of trafic and searching for your apartment, he took off his helmet got off his bike. he can feel people staring at him (i mean, who wouldn't). he went to the elevator and pressed your floor number. he got out when he heard the ding and immediately went to find your door number.
'143... 143.... 143... 143... 143...' he chanted the number in his head. when he found your door, he took a really deep breath and knocked. after a few seconds, he heard shuffling from the other side, then the door opened. he expected to see you but to his surprise, he saw a dark haired boy fading to bright torquoise with two braids framing the side of his face.
...did he get the wrong place?
he stood there like an idiot for a few seconds until he heard the boy talk.
"so, need anything?" he sounds cheery, definitely the extroverted type. "uhm, do you know anyone here by the name (name)?" he held his helmet a bit tighter. "oh (name)? wait I'll call them." the braided boy then shouted inside his apartment. "(name)!! someone's looking for you!! again!!"
scaramouche winced at the noise-- you're inside??? then what the fuck is this boy doing in your house? is he your boyfriend? (is he too late?) then, as if the heavens opened up for him, he heard curses with an awfully familiar voice far inside the apartment.
"tell my brother to fuck off!!"
"it's not your brother!!"
"well then tell my teacher im fine!!"
"..well-! it's not a teacher either!!"
"...."
"what does he look like?!!"
"can you both stop yelling like mountain dwellers-"
"HE LOOKS EMO!!" scaramouche was offended.
after a moment of silence, the boy spoke to him, less volume this time. "sorry about that, im venti by the way! she hasn't been doing well for the past few weeks because something happened at her school or something, i hope you understand.." a sweat rolled down scaramouche's back. "it's ok, im--"
"venti who the hell-" a new participant has entered the conversation, you. and when scaramouche saw you, he felt relief and overbearing guilt at the same time. relieved that you look fine and healthy, guilty because of the things he has done. when you saw him on the other hand, rage has once again boiled in your heart.
"get out." you tried slamming the door close but his feet was faster, slipping in to the gap of the door and the frame. he winced a bit from the impact but that's the least of his concerns right now.
"wait, shit, can we talk-"
"what more do you want from me?! im finally gone from your life and now you got here to torment me more?!" if you were any stronger, you could've turned his feet into mush. "no, im here to apologize-!"
"i dont care! fuck off!" oh he is not giving up. fortunately for him (not for you) he is stronger and managed to keep the door from closing. "can you please just listen to me!!"
"go away!"
"no!"
this went on for like an eternity until someone inside your apartment held the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the door, making it swing open from scaramouche's force. "xiao, what the fuck let go!!" turns out venti called his boyfriend from their room while you and scaramouche were fighting. while xiao was holding you back from basically doing second degree murder, scaramouche carefully set his helmet down on the floor, avoiding your attempt at swings. (your previous hit hasn't even fully recovered yet.)
"(name) calm down, be rational. nothing will be solved when you're acting like a maniac and wont communicate." xiao said sternly. "how can i when he's the exact reason as to why im here right now!" at this statement, venti's expression became dark.
"what."
you got out of xiao's hold and stormed back inside your room, slamming the door close. xiao followed you in. scaramouche clicked his tougue, about to follow you when someone stoped him, "(name), wait-!"
"hold the fuck up." venti grabbed his shoulder. "you're the bitch that got them here?"
"yeah, so?"
"get out."
"let go of me." scaramouche shrugged venti off. "besides, that's what im here for." he looked at the room you went into with an unreadable look.
"do i have to repeat what i said? fuck, not only are you stupid but deaf too? get out." venti mocked him. 'what the fuck he was giggly just a minute ago.'
"ok listen, i just want to apologize to them. i know i fucked up and im basically ruining her life right now that's why i want to take responsibility. can you at least tell her that?" it is clear how scaramouche regrets what he did. venti's look sharpened. "how do i know you're being sincere?"
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"(name)?? can you please open the door?" venti knocked on your door. after a few seconds, the door opened to xiao. "where's (name)?" xiao pointed at the bed in the corner of the room. there he sees you lying down, face buried in your pillow. "they won't talk. like at all, ive tried everything." xiao sighed.
venti has been your roommate ever since you got kicked out from your house. xiao is his boyfriend of 3 years and they're both two yeas older than you (xiao moved in a year ago). thanks to the both of them, they are basically your older siblings now. they did what your brother never could. they took care of you the past few days, even if they're both busy with their degrees. they would leave food in the fridge, remind you to take your medicine (they both have alarms of when you need to take your medicines), they bring you food in your room when you insist that you dont want to eat, saying, 'even if you don't want to eat, you need to. ' and proceeds to spoon feed you (even if it's embarrasing), and is just genuinely worried for you, especially when you came home that day with aether carrying you on his back.
"do you think they're asleep? how do they even breathe..." venti walked closer and sat down on the side of your bed. "hey (name), I know you can hear me so listen up, ok?? sca... or whatever his name is, wants to talk to you and to apologize for what he did and he wants to take responsibility. he said he's gonna get you back to school no matter what it takes and he is also sorry for being insensitive."
no answer.
"he's gonna pick you up at 6:45 tomorrow. i wasn't gonna tell you any of this because he doesn't seem sincere until he proved it to me earlier. just talk to him ok?? i know life is shit but you have to keep going to prove yourself to your parents." he pats your head. he looks around the room and lands his gaze on your desk which if filled with books and notes. it seems like you haven't given up yet which made venti smile.
"sleep well (name), goodnight."
as they both got out of your room, xiao spoke up. "what did he do to prove himself?"
venti winked. "it's a secret."
and that's how venti got a huge bite mark on his cheek.
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oh you heard everything. what does he mean he's picking you up tomorrow?! prove himself? how?! what responsibility?! he's making it sound like he got you pregnant!!
and he actually DID come the next morning. venti informed that you didnt get ready like at all and you know what bro did? he waited. in the living room. the whole time. he went 'hurry up we'll be late for first period' as if there's nothing wrong with anything.
so fast forward, he managed to convince you to go with him (reluctantly). what you didn't expect though was to be met with his (motorcycle brand), infront of your apartment.
"i am not riding that."
"we are riding that, here put this on." he said as he hands you a helmet. you gave it back to him as you turned around, about to go back inside the apartment but he pulled you back by your collar. "fucking- PUT IT ON WERE LATE." he exclaimed as he gave you a frustrated look.
"you're lucky that I actually felt guilty and went all the way here for your stupid ass. now get on I don't have all day." scaramouche said as he slotted the helmet on your head and got the engine started. you reluctantly sat behind him, sitting funny. "have you ever rode a motorcycle your whole life?"
"I have but, not like this one!" there is an inch gap between you and him causing you to sit funny. then he jerked the motorcycle forward by suddenly revving the engine causing you to lose balance and slip, so now you're the closest to him than you ever were.
"hold on tight, I like driving fast."
"what. wait--WAIT I'M NOT REA- wAIT-! YOU ABSOLUTE AS-!"
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this went on for weeks. he would appear on your doorstep, get you both to school and when classes end, he'd drive you back home. and, yes, you did talk but it was more like recounting the old days, sometimes laughing at the stupid stuff you both fought over before. and he apologized, of course. and it was a well said apology, it's as if he's been practicing (he was). you forgave him with the promise of him watching his mouth the next time because if he won't, then you wont be the only victim of his sharp words.
when you arrived at school that day, your friends immediately tackled you into a hug. they were saying about how they were so worried about you and that they miss the daily bickering you and scaramouche does. they also mentioned how scaramouche has been out of it these past few weeks (which is weird because why would he do that ahhahaha...). Aether literally went into tears when he saw you walking down the hallway saying he missed you and shit and that he has to eat lunch with his sister which was torture (his words not mine).
what irks you though is the funny look they give you everytime you and scaramouche walks through the classroom doors at the same time. so you were like;
"can you walk up first, they're looking at us funny everytime."
"stop being dramatic." and proceeds to tug you at your sleeve.
he's not gonna lie, he likes the look your friends are making. he also likes the red on your face everytime. ever since you've returned to school, he's making the effort to minimize your fights (except for the fun ones) and to actually get to know you better.
through this, you've also got to know him better. and this made you realize he actually isn't that bad (if you really think about it). you now know he prefers bitter food over sweet ones, he cooks really good, he has a sister that almost looks identical to his mother, he has a really short auntie, he has a list of future victims (you don't want to know what that means), and he's genuinely just a chill guy. you just got on his bad (playful) side the first time you met him.
though there are times where he gets a bit... unwell... but we all have that in us, right? the thoughts? well, i mean, i can hear it everyday so I hope you do too<3
"venti i am fucked."
"alright let's get you to the abortion center."
you looked at him perplexed, "what?"
"you said you got fucked, let's go."
"NOT LIKE THAT." you facepalmed. sometimes you wonder if he really is two years older than you.
"hehe im just kidding, what is it?" he giggles as he continues to stir the pot as he was making dinner. "i do not feel safe around him anymore." you muttered while nibbling at a piece of vegetable.
"who."
you shrieked after hearing a new voice. venti turned around to see what's going on. there stood behind you is xiao, who just got back from class, he got his piercings and everything looking like he will beat you up if you breathe. "you scared the fuck out of me, can you make some noise when you get home next time?" you calmed your beating heart as xiao apologized. "but yeah im talking about scaramouche. he's acting... different."
at this, venti perks up, "oh? what kind of different?"
"i do not like that look on your face."
"c'mon tell me!" venti now has his full attention to you as he passed his apron to xiao so that he can take over dinner.
"well, he's weird. i mean, he keeps doing weird stuff and im not saying im uncomfortable with it's just... unusual? did he really feel that guilty to the point where he drives me to and from school everyday?" you slumped on your chair, fiddling with a fork. venti let's out a hum, tapping his cheeks as if he's thinking. "have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, he likes you?" he adds.
"what?"
venti goes around the counter and sits beside you, "like, romantically. let's enumerate! he drives you to and from school, walks you to your class, buys you coffee when you lack sleep and he KNOWS you lack sleep, wakes you up in class, picks out your favorite flovors in a pack of gummies, shares lunch with you, lends you his notes, uhhh what else...-"
"WAIT WAIT THAT'S ENOUGH!" you flung your hands, embarrassed. "how can you even be sure! aether also do some those sometimes, and we're really great friends!"
venti stared at you, "ok first of all, aether is gay he literally has a boyfriend. second of all, i know this because xiao also did all these 'cringey' stuff before and hey, look at us!" he hugs xiao and they almost fell on the floor.
"aether has a boyfrie-?"
venti squished you cheeks, "that's besides the point! listen to me (name), i am a love expert, i know what im doing. i can even tell you what xiao did that will match with what scaramouche is doing-"
"dinner's ready." a pot filled with delicious food is placed at the counter by a blushy xiao. "venti, i love you, but please shut up." he says, embarrassed.
the next day, you payed better attention to scaramouche, hoping to prove venti wrong.
and boy were you the wrong one.
the way he holds your hand when he speeds up while driving his bike, when he stays after he's dropped you off in your apartment to ensure tour safety, the way he puts more effort in his hand writing so that you can understand better, the timing he has when you are in an uncomfortable situation, the little shapes of fruit in his lunch that he shares with you, when he brings hair clips when your hair gets in the way of work,
it goes on forever.
so then you decided to confront him one day.
"scara, do you like me?"
you both are currently outside, studying for an upcoming test. scaramouche answered without a second thought.
"yeah."
"no, like, ugh... this is embarrassing, i meant, do... do you like me, romantically?" you rephrased your question. this made scaramouche ponder. should he answer honestly? lie to your face to keep whatever is going on between you two? give tou the silent treatment, perhaps?
"actually y'know what, dont answer that i-" you were cut off by the contact you feel in your hands. he clasps your hand gently across the table. he looks at your locked hands, unease creeping into his system.
then, he finally opens his mouth, "if... if i tell you the truth, would you.. still stay by my side..?" you can feel his grip slowly tightening. "i like what's going on right now, it's basically routine to me now. i... i like going to your apartment every morning, i like making you bentos, i like sharing notes with you, i like...i like competing with you every test, i like being the first one to get to your chair but i also like the light in your eyes when you get there first...!" he's shaking now. he goes quiet for a bit then goes for a deep breath.
"...i like you, okay? its not even funny anymore, i can't get you off my mind... i know i despised you before, to the point where i would steal your notes back then-"
"so that's how you found out about my address..!"
he got red,
"that's-! that's not the point! and- LET ME TALK DAMNIT IT'S ALREADY HARD WHEN ITS EMBARRASSING!!-ahem- when you didn't come back i felt really guilty and i keep looking at the damn door whenever anyone comes in expecting it to be you and i felt really stupid that time. i hate how you make me feel stupid, i hate how stupid you are, , making me do stupid stuff... but i like you and i can't help it..." you can feel his hands getting cold and shaky.
"...and if you dont feel the same, then i will just kill mysel-"
"NO WAIT HOLD ON-!" you stood up bringing his hand with you. when he finally looks up, he's in the brink of tears. you held his hand "i just asked a question and you're out here announcing suicide..! i just wanted to clarify... so that i wouldn't look stupid confessing to... you and then getting... rejected..." you trailed off. you can already feel your whole face heating up, blood boiling in your stomach.
now there's two idiots outside in the park, blushing like no one's business, staring into each other's soul. one is in the brink of tears while the other is standing straight like a statue, unmoving.
after a good minute or two, after the thoughts processed, one of them couldn't hold it in apparently. tears streamed out of indigo eyes and he hurriedly tried to wipe it away, to hide the evidence of how fragile he actually is. you scammered into your bag to find something to wipe his tears away. when you got near him, you found yourself covered in him, he is grasping whatever he can hold of you, clammering on your clothes as if you are his life line. he is all over you, babbling nonsense. you can only make out some of his words like;
"fuck i thought i would have to fight my thoughts again-"
"you have no idea of what you're doing to me-"
"tell this to anyone and i will chase you down to childe's ass crack-"
"fuck i love you so much do not leave me please-" and
"I'll still take your seat, i don't care-"
literal nonsense and yet you can feel the love radiating off him at that moment. he is sobbing and furiously wiping his tears.
cofessing your feeling to someone that radiates as much personality as scaramouche is a win lose situation for you. but to him? it's either he dies or he lives, there is no in between.
extra;
when scaramouche got home, he is met with his mother at the door, a spatula in her hand.
"mom put that down, please-"
"you're late."
"it's 6pm."
"yeah and you're late. also, why are you wearing sunglasses? are you doing drugs?" ei kept throwing questions at scaramouche while he is desperately trying to remove the spatula out of his mother's grip. "mom, please i was just out with my lov- friend-- and please let go of the-"
"FRIEND?? who is this friend? you have a friend?! why didn't you tell me?!--"
"mom-"
"kuni, this makes me so happy! you have a friend! invite them over right now, i made dinner!" ei smiled at her proudest achievement.
scaramouche paled.
"YOU MADE WHAT?!"
*scara wearing sunglasses bc is eyes are puffy*
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lunarleonardo · 15 days ago
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Just saw art that inspired this thought for an au. I think I've seen some shippy fics floating around for it that take place outside of killing games but not for inside the killing games so idk if it's been done before.
Basically, an au where shuichi can see and hear ghosts (which canonically exist in danganronpa). He's seen ghosts for as long as he can remember and uses that ability to his advantage in investigations (and helps the ghosts move on). He pretends he doesn't think ghosts exist due to the never ending therapy and drugs his parents would try to get his "delusions" to stop as a child. So whenever the question "do you believe in ghosts?" comes up he's like "they're obviously not real, if they were we would have proof by now."
Of course he hides this from everyone in the killing game because they'd think he's insane or being deeply disrespectful to their dead classmates. He's used to getting the attention of ghosts and prompting to follow him to speak with them alone, usually by looking right at them (hard to deny eye contact) and using subtle body language. Part of the reason he wears his hat is to avoid looking at ghost strangers.
As an excuse for writing reasons, ghosts do not remember the moments leading up to their death very clearly, so Rantaro would not remember how exactly he died. Which leads to Kaede's execution happening again. Hoshi would remember the plan but not the moment of death, he would keep it from shuichi though for kirumi to succeed. Angie and Tenko would harass shuichi a lot. Miu... she'd be so mad her plan didn't work and shuichi would take the brunt of her anger, there's no she's helping him. No clue what kokichi would do, I doubt he'd know what to do either since he fully expected to be dead dead without anyone figuring out.
None of the ghosts move on until the killing game is over. Shuichi never reveals to anyone living that he sees their ghost classmates. Kokichi might catch on to something weird going on with Shuichi but Shuichi would never admit it even if he guesses correctly. Well, correctly enough, he might think shuichi believes he sees ghosts but kokichi doesn't actually believe in ghosts. "That's not funny, I don't see ghosts- I'm not delusional. Leave me alone." <- man who will see ghost kokichi during chapter 5. It would probably piss off kokichi so much to see shuichi (and probably a couple other ghosts) stare at him after they find the press and know that his plan is screwed from the start.
The ghosts hangout in shuichi's room because he has a tiny shrine + incense out to deter mean spirits. In this case, mean spirits would be the really annoying dead monocubs. The ghosts usually hang in his room or follow him, they miss the set up for killings. Shuichi never really gets a break to be alone.
Things that tether ghosts to the world are probably special items, places, and people. His classmates would probably be very uncomfortable sticking to where they died so they stick to shuichi and his room (technically the little shrine + incense) instead.
"It's so peaceful looking at the stars isn't it shuichi?" "sure is..." <- man who is currently subject to the yammering of several ghosts.
- @blorboindulgence
Ahh, ghost-seeing aus!! I wrote one of those in my oneshot docs once (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠`⁠*⁠) This poor kid was probably forced onto so much medication he needed to be :{ that can reallly mess with your head,,. Poor guy. You cant fix something that doesnt need fixing (⁠。⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠。⁠)
I cant imagine what the 5th trial was like lmfao. Would Shuichi pretend not to know who was dead and who was alive the whole time for the sake of Kokichis plan? Shuichi has the power to steer the trial in the wrong direction, so if Kokichi told him the basics of it... Oh I wonder how that would go. Cant imagine how awkward that would've been xD
Oh actually!! Would Kokichi remember Maki shooting him? He might faintly recall someone coming into the hangar after Kaito attacked him, but probably not much else after that (⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠) man if I was Kokichi and that shit happened to me you would've seen me on the news. or whatever ghosts have.. probably haunted radios i dunno
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pinkinsect · 3 months ago
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going insane over shidou ryusei recently and seeing your posts about him being connected to hide songs are making me even more crazy. can i know more about your thoughts.. maybe what you think his backstory will be like.. (<- i have clinical shidou disorder)
hi sorry to hear about your shidou disorder. as a fellow sufferer i have to say it doesn't get better.
i don't have a set backstory in my head for him, just conclusions of things it's like from all of the supplemental info we've gotten for him. to succinctly sum up my thoughts about what his backstory will be like: Not Great!
tl;dr: there's so many dots to connect that anything could happen at this point. but i think that possibly, shidou's backstory is one of deprivation; either deprivation of physical needs, self-determination, or both. though i don't have a set idea of how exactly that may have happened, there's a few options—poverty, an abusive household, family members with too many expectations, too many restrictions on himself or his behavior. i wouldn't be surprised if he'd been arrested at some point (it's happened before. it could happen again) or if he had been in the foster system, where the aforementioned conditions occurred, given there's absolutely no mention of any immediate family members in the egoist bible—and he seems to really hate santa, though that could be for other reasons.
the rest of this is basically explaining why i think so—it ended up being awfully long (it turns out i cant Not summarize rocket dive/pink spider/ever free) so the rest of this is under a cut. let's go!
there are plenty of people view shidou as someone who is Just Horny And Violent; Born A Freak Forever A Freak. and you know what? i fuck with that type of character, but i think there's more to shidou than that.
during the U-20 match, he has his trademark "football is a biological phenomenon" speech (which is probably quickly overshadowed by its last line, "right in the womb," and i can't blame everyone. it is baffling), that gives us some of the first deeper insight into shidou.
"Every human on the planet wants to leave proof of their own existence behind. The act of passing on their own genes has been programmed into all living beings. They connect with others, wound others, do things that make them persist in the memories of others. Those who create something, those who want to become something, and of course, those who make children. They're doing something that leaves behind proof they existed."
shidou often says he wants an explosion, but another way to think about it is freedom. he wants the freedom to play the way he wants, to live the way he wants. and for soccer, that's through finding people he can create an explosion with—people he can play freely with.
(i think this has been acknowledged by other characters too; given shidou's placement on the Isagi Yoichi Type Indicator compass and noa telling kunigami to "take away [shidou's] freedom" by marking him. i choose to look into individual word choices in blue lock since kaneshiro seems to like making specific word choice relevant later)
shidou is all about freedom, and i think that could come from being deprived of it, in some ways.
a lot of the supplemental info we're given about him could be described as "things someone does just because they can." people often go through their lives taking certain things for granted, until it's taken away. once it's returned to them, you'll see a sort of appreciation that might seem a little out of the ordinary.
(personal experience, so it might not be great evidence, but plenty of people who've spent a lot of time in prison seem to gain a newfound appreciation for couches and making food late at night.)
his morning routine consists of "going onto the balcony naked and soaking up the sunlight, dancing however he likes, and yelling whatever comes to his mind ("stuff like capillaries and flesh rupture!!")." is it strange? yes, but to me it's an appreciation of freedom; one's free will to do and say anything, and to let the sun hit you while you're doing it.
something else that sticks out to me from the egoist bible is his favorite and least favorite foods; yukhoe and bean sprouts respectively. i normally wouldn't mind it, but the juxtaposition of something that can be so indulgent and really cheap produce is interesting to me, especially because of his reasoning for hating bean sprouts: 「フォルムが貧弱で萎える」, which I would translate as "They look weak and wilted," but the words used for weak and wilt can also mean "insubstantial" and "to lose passion." that extra translation detail could be a reach and extraneous information, but similar to my earlier point, kaneshiro seems to really like using words with multiple meanings instead of more clear cut synonyms. the top of shidou's scale being a rich, fatty dish of raw meat and the bottom being bean sprouts is interesting to me, and fits this picture of shidou that isn't necessarily hedonistic, but is "living deep and sucking the marrow out of life" in a very explosive way.
now a section specifically for hide songs because there's so much
as you mentioned, i really think that the hide songs will tie into shidou's backstory; an awful lot of the characters' favorite songs represent their character in the past or present. pink spider is his favorite song, and rocket dive is mentioned in chapter 253 in regards to shidou's goal.
for those less familiar with hide's work, pink spider was written as an answer to rocket dive, and the cd for the single contained a third track: five minutes and twenty-seven seconds of silence, then a short clip of ever free, the titular single released several weeks after his death.
all three songs deal with a desire for freedom, and to break out of the monotony of one's surroundings for something new—but with varying tones and approaches.
rocket dive has an endlessly encouraging tone, ending happily with a new star being seen in the sky (and this is a reach, but shidou's given name—ryuusei—is a homophone with the japanese word for meteor/falling star, ryuusei).
pink spider, shidou's favorite song, is about a spider so trapped in its surroundings it kills anything that comes close, until it learns there's more. and to reach it, it steals a butterfly's wings and flies and fails and tries again, and we never know if the spider succeeds at its second attempt at flight, or is resigned to watching the sky from the ground.
ever free's speaker is trapped on the ground, and faced with the questions "how much does love cost?" "can you eat a dream?" in response to their own questions about how love feels and what it's like to feel their dreams. but still, they dream of flying toward freedom, of escaping. like pink spider, and unlike rocket dive, we don't ever know if they make it off the ground.
despite the order of songs released being rocket dive -> PINK SPIDER -> ever free, i think that the order the songs represent shidou may be the opposite. he started, trapped, wings closed, uncertain, but had the dream of freedom inside of him. and though he may have hurt someone—or lost someone—in the process, he seized that freedom, and the expanse of the future awaits him to live in and make a name for himself.
something specifically about love being something that could be bought, or a dream being something that could be eaten, makes me want to think that shidou had a lot of expectations, or restrictions, placed on him as well.
hide in general is shidou's favorite, though, not just that one song of his. hide's live performances are high energy, and he's just really funny when talking to the audience between songs? it fits the massive amount of his songs are upbeat lyrically and about sex and desire, but an equal amount are about difficulty controlling unhealthy behaviors, cynical, or reflecting on one's own flaws and the loss of others.
the duality there makes me think of shidou's other favorites, chainsaw man and a clockwork orange—both media that can be, and often are, interpreted on the surface as simply spectacles of violence and sex, but are also acclaimed for their deeper themes. it could be like shidou, in a way. there's layers.
to sum it all up. i think shidou probably was in foster care. maybe was sexually abused. probably also saw a lot of bad things happen to other people, so it's nothing personal to him on a surface level, at least. he's out of that situation and deciding to enjoy the hell out of life. probably repressed and that's why he cries when alone at night (possibly nightly ?) for reasons he doesn't know.
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enhafilthandfiction · 2 years ago
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oh, im ok! thank you🥰(its a stomach ulcer but its healing now)
can i request a txt reaction where their fat!gf loses too much weight too fast because she literally cant eat anything so now she cant look at herself naked without crying?
TXT's Reaction to when you feel Insecure about your Body
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A/N : That's good, I'm glad it's healing 💖 Thankyou for requesting, I hope I understood this request correctly and that I don't upset anyone in any way. If you're struggling with eating disorders my inbox is always open if you want to talk :)) And if you can, please eat, eating doesn't effect appearance or weight, remember that your gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, handsome and bombastic 😍
Check out my latest fic!
Pairing : bf!txt X Fem!reader
Warnings : Mentions of body image, food, reader not liking their appearance, lots of crying, slight angst, (not) eating, txt being very supportive and taking care of reader, Slightly suggestive in soobin's reaction!! Some cursing here and there.
Word count : 2,471 (about 500 words each)
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★ Choi Yeonjun ★
"Y/n! Dinner is ready!" he yelled from downstairs, setting the table and waiting for you to come eat. He had been cooking himself lately, spending more time in the kitchen since he noticed you weren't eating as much.
He thought maybe you were finding it difficult to cook or maybe you just didn't know what to eat. This evening he made your favourite, in hopes that you would eat something. But when you gave no response and didn't show up at the table, he got worried.
He rushed upstairs and knocked softly on you bedroom door, not wanting to startle you. "Y/n, baby, are you okay?" he asked through the door, waiting for your answer.
"Y-yeah, I'm not hungry" you mumbled back weakly, making him pout, he could hear the sadness in your voice. Were you crying?
He opened the door worriedly, inhaling sharply and hoping you don't snap at him. Once he was inside, his eyes landed on your half-naked figure, leaning against the full body mirror, eyes closed as you quietly sobbed.
"Hey, hey baby" he called out, running at you and taking you in his arms "Shh, It's okay, it's alright" he assured, lightly running his hands through your hair, trying to calm you down.
You sobbed rapidly in his chest, hiding your face in his shirt, wetting the thin fabric. He could feel your cold tears against his skin, breaking his heart even further. "Y-you weren't supposed to-" you sob "-to see me like this" your lips quiver, feeling ashamed.
"Shh, calm down baby" he shushes "Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he pulls away, holding your face in his hands as his thumbs swipe away your tears. He smiles sadly at your red eyes and wet lashes.
You were only in your underwear, bra and panties being the only fabrics covering your body. "I -don't like the w-way I look" you sniff, looking at everything but his face, trying to avoid his worried eyes.
"You shouldn't say that baby, you're the prettiest person I've even seen in my whole existence" he compliments honestly.
"But I don't like my body" fresh tears roll down your cheeks "I've gotten so thin suddenly and, and this-, I'm n-not used to this" you explain, stuttering.
"Well I love your body and I don't care about thin or thick, I'd love you just the same" he explains back, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips "I love you Y/n"
You offer him a little smile, "I love you too Junnie" you sigh and hug him back, feeling his arms hug you tight against his body.
"Now I know you can't quite eat at the moment, but please do try" he pleads "And I don't want you staining your pretty face with tears anymore" he scolds, kissing your soft lips once again.
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★ Choi Soobin ★
Things were getting heated between you two. You sat on his lap, his big hands holding your waist, lightly grinding you against him. His plush lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands were wandering down to the hem of your hoodie, tugging at it gently.
"Can I take it off?" he asks, breathing heavily below you. You think about it for a second. Your body has changed a lot recently and you worry about what he would think if he saw you naked.
"Y/n? Baby you alright?" he asked you, noticing you zoning out in your thoughts.
"Ughh- yeah, sure" you reply, letting him take off the hoodie, leaving you in your bra. His hands hesitantly pulled of the fabric, noticing the way you dodged his question at the beginning. He payed close attention to your expression once he did, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or anything.
He looked at your unsure expression. "Here, I'll take mine off too" he offers, pulling his tee off his head. He wondered why you were behaving like this since you've did this quite a couple of times already. Did he do something wrong?
He pushed his thoughts away as you lean back in, kissing him a little harder this time. When he places his hands on your bare hips, you audibly whimper, your body squirming, trying to get away from his touch.
Just as his hands are about to reach your thighs, he feels a wet tear against his cheek, immediately pulling away when he notices you crying. "S-shit Y/n, what's the matter baby?" he asks, worried that he did something wrong "Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"
You shake your head no and he visibly relaxes, relief washing over him. "Than what is it sweetheart?" he questions, his hands coming up to stroke your cheek.
"Do I look ugly?" you ask, your hands covering your face, attempting to hide from him.
"What?" he asks back, completely dumbfounded "Why would you say that?"
"My body is u-ugly" you sniff, breathing shakily as your body shudders "I'm sorry Soob, I've lost s-so much weight and it's j-just not me anymore"
He sighs sadly, his arms wrap around your torso as he brings you down onto his larger body, hugging you close as you sob into his bare shoulder. "You don't need to apologize love, it's not your fault you can't eat properly at the moment" he assured, gently petting your hair "I don't mind if you lose weight or gain weight, its just a number anyway"
You breathe deeply as relief washes over you, trying to calm down and stop your tears. You pull away and sniff, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You nod and breathe shakily. "I'm sorry for ruining the moment" you apologize, sniffing once again "I just didn't know how you'd react since my form changed a little" you explain.
"No need to apologize sweetie" he reassures "It's totally fine, actually, do you want to watch a movie instead?" he asks sweetly, rubbing your sides gently.
You nod happily, getting dressed once again and settling under the covers with him as he puts on your favourite movie.
"I love you Y/n"
"I love you too Soobs, thankyou"
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★ Choi Beomgyu ★
It was a nice afternoon and you and Beomgyu decided to go to the mall and get some new clothes for you, since he's been complaining about you stealing his shirts.
You went around the whole store, finally picking out some nice-looking shirts that matched your vibe or the he randomly picked out for you because he thought would look good on you.
He grabbed your hand, pulling you to the changing rooms, so you could try them on before buying them. Once you were both in the little cube, his hands were on your hips, his lips on your lips, kissing you deeply.
"Ugh, I missed you so much baby" he whined dramatically after he pulling away, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. You've literally been with him the whole day. "Can I watch you change?" he asked you all of a sudden.
"Woah, that totally didn't sound perverted" you scoff sarcastically. You were starting to feel anxious. You didn't want him to see you like this; half naked, when you couldn't even look at yourself half naked.
"Does that mean I could stay?" he asks hopefully, waiting for your answer.
"Uhh, I don't know Beommie" you admit, suddenly looking down, hoping he wouldn't ask why.
"Why? Do I make you nervous?" he asks joking, poking your sides and flicking his eyebrows up and down. You giggle at his actions but still don't give him an answer.
He suddenly gets serious. "Seriously Y/n, why? Did I do something wrong?" he asks, paying close attention this time.
"No Beommie, it's not that" you trail off, but he looks at you expectantly, encouraging you to continue "It's just that my body changed a l-lot and you might not like what you see"
His eyes widen in disbelief, eyebrows not visible in his fringe. "W-what?" he questions in disbelief "That's so silly Y/n, you know I'd always like you no matter what" he assures, sitting down on the little stool in the fitting room.
"Come here" he pats his thighs, making you sit in his lap. "Hey, I know you weren't able to eat that much lately which is why you've noticed a change in your body, but just know that whatever body type you have, I'll still love you the same, okay?" he assured, placing his hands on your hips and smiling up at you lovingly.
You nodded at him, leaning down to hug him, breathing in his comforting scent in the process. "Now get off me and try on these shirts for me" he ordered "Can you do that for me honey?" he batted his eyelashes at you, pressing s kiss to your forehead before you got up.
He couldn't stop throwing heart-felt compliments at you after every top you tried on, wolf whistling when you took off a top to try on another. "Fuck, I have the sexiest girlfriend"
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★ Kang Taehyun ★
It was already about dinner time and you and Taehyun had just arrived home after a whole day at the gym. He loved working out, but especially when you were there; either watching him or working out with him.
You entered the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower when he opened the door, not knowing you were already in there. "Tae!" you quickly grab a towel and cover up your naked body, making him furrow his brows in confusion.
"What's the matter babe?" he asks you "You know this isn't the first time I'm seeing you naked right?" he says rather cockily, smirking at you.
You breathe out shakily. How were you going to tell him? You had changed so much recently, how would he react? Your heart sank at his question.
"Can we shower together?" he questions hopefully. You had already showered quite a couple of times before so it shouldn't be a big deal right??
"Umm" you think about it for a second, watching him as he takes off his top, showing off his ripped body. He was so confident with his body that it made you self conscious. "I don't know" your voice is unsure.
"Oh come on Y/n" he encourages "I won't get soap in your eyes I promise" he's taking his pants off, waiting for your answer.
"You can shower first, it's fine I can wait" you smile, already making your way out the door.
"But I wanna shower with you" He whines, trying his best to convince you. "Showering without you is cold and boring" he complains with a pout. He notices you dodging the action and wonders why.
Your face suddenly turns down into a frown, your eyes welling slightly as you try not to cry in front of him and embarrass yourself. You breathe out shakily, holding back your tears.
"Hey Y/n, it's okay, we don't have to shower together" he assures, giving you some space. "If you want to shower alone it's fine, but please tell me why. Did I do something wrong?" he asks, wanting to know why you've gotten so upset suddenly.
"No Tae, not at all" you mumble "It's just that I'm not as confident with my body" you say, voice laced with sadness and disappointment at yourself.
His heart sinks when he hears you say that. "What do you mean Y/n? You know I love you and your body no matter what" he comforts, now coming closer and embracing you.
"Y-yeah but now my body has changed a little" you explain, burying your face in his firm chest. You breathe in deeply, blocking away the tears.
"I don't care if your body changes or not, it's still your body and I'll always love it" he admits "Plus, I don't love you for your body Y/n"
"But you have such a nice body compared to me" you whine, feeling him hug you closer.
"You know I only work out so I can carry heavy things for you right? The muscles are only a bonus" he explains, making you giggle.
"Ew, you're so sweaty Tyun. You need a shower" you say suddenly.
"I won't shower unless you shower with me" he clarifies stubbornly.
He ends up praising you endlessly, making you blush whilst he gently lathers your gorgeous body up in soap, complimenting each part he washes.
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★ Huening Kai ★
The day was finally here. You were seeing Kai after a few months since he's been on tour. You were feeling quite nervous, your body has changed a lot of and you worried about what he'd think. Would he even recognise you?
You were getting ready, when you hear the front door open. You run downstairs in shock, only to be more shocked when you see him at the door, already here.
"Surprise!" he announces, a big smile plastered on his adorable face.
"You're home early" you say, running up to him and giving him a big hug. He can't help but notice a change in your body. You seemed shorter, or perhaps smaller??
He doesn't say anything not wanting to upset you or ruin the mood, being happy to finally see you.
You were glad he hasn't said anything about your appearance. Maybe it was more unnoticeable than you though which is why he hasn't noticed anything yet.
Its only until dinner time when he confronts you about it. He's happy to see you trying to eat, but he wonders if you ate while he was away or if you have been forgetting to eat. He felt upset that he didn't remind you to eat over text.
"Uhh Y/n, have you been eating while I was away?" he asks, making you inhale sharply. You knew he would ask sooner or later.
"Uhh yeah. Well I tried to eat" you admit, watching him frown.
"What do you mean? Were you skipping meals?" he questions again, this time slightly worried than before.
"No no, I wasn't skipping meals, it's just that I wasn't really able to eat these past weeks that's it" you explain, giving him valid reasons to why you weren't eating as much.
He knew you were being truthful, relief taking over him since he was already starting to blame himself.
"I was actually a little worried" you admit "You know, about what you'd think when you saw me again" you explain.
He sighs "Y/n I hope you know that I don't mind your body. You could be short, tall, chubby, thin, I don't really care" he assures "I'm just trying to look out for you, as long as you're healthy it's okay" he smiles again, reaching over the table to hold your hand.
"I love you Y/n. And not just for your body"
"I love you too Kai"
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Thankyou for reading!! I really tried to keep with the ask but i think it differed a little 😭 I hope it's still okay tho!
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stateswscarlet · 8 months ago
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hi !I love your blog it has helped me a lot. I have a more certain problem and I don't know how you deal with it anymore(if you have already answered such a question somewhere then sorry to bother you at all) I understand the law and how it works, but I feel like I am still "fighting" with my old version of myself and identifying with my human body. What I mean here is that whenever I get fulfilled in my imagination I can't persevere in it for more than an hour, because my ego keeps reminding me of my circumstances. I'm tired of it and would like to be able to trust myself to be the new version of myself that has my desire but idk how to do it. Thank you !
Who is deciding that thinking of/being reminded of circumstance is bad? Who is deciding youre not in your desired state? Your circumstances and all thoughts and emotions are NEUTRAL, meaning they dont mean ANYTHING unless you decide they do, so how can a simple thought (being reminded of the old story/circumstances) dictate what state youre in? your reaction to it shows your state, not the thought itself. obviously you need to acknowledge your circumstances, you cant lock yourself in a room and hide all day lol, but acknowledging them and dealing w them how you need to will never affect imagination because your desire isn’t in the 3D. It doesn’t come from there. Stop assigning meaning to all these things, just because you randomly got a thought about the circumstances doesn’t mean anything unless you start identifying with it (which would mean you never trusted imagination in the first place bc if you did, that circumstance would not bother you nor would you associate it to your desire because you know you ALREADY experienced it). Theres no reason to get upset, if you know its done in imagination and available WHENEVER you want, it makes no sense to be upset that you remembered your circumstances. Leave the 3D and its associated thoughts completely alone! Also if you randomly remember a bad memory from last year right now and it makes you upset, does that automatically mean your current life and existence is a lie? Does that mean who you are TODAY will completely vanish because you simply thought of something from your past? That sounds silly because it is, so why treat your manifestation (which already happened bc your inner man EXPERIENCED it) be any different?
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sickficideas · 1 month ago
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omg maybelle im so sorry to hear that youre going through it … my liege we love you !!! i am also going through it, i feel you, we can be in these trenches together. may i offer you some assorted chronic pain hcs in the meantime:
atsushi is my chronic pain PRINCESS, especially his leg/knee because he is ALWAYS GETTING HIS LEG CUT OFF /STABBED / ETC WTF !! So i think he has one bad/weak knee (i dont remember which it is in the anime but i like to think its the left 1 bc thats My bad leg) and he sometimes has to wear a knee brace on bad pain days. i feel like everyone in the ada office slowly starts to clock in on when atsushi’s doing bad even just by how he walks in the door, cos even tho he tries to hide it he unconsciously shifts his weight around depending on his pain that day. so i think they do little things for him— bringing his papers to his desk rather than having him get up, trying to only send him on errands to single-story buildings/buildings with elevators and so on. i love the ada family that is always shifting just so how it functions to accommodate for the people within ❤️
chuuya is also my chronic pain princess but more full-body… ive always imagined that the genetic testing and experimentation fucked him UP along with being in a body that wasn’t meant to have an ability. so i think chuuya has all different joints that get achey all the time and hes just learnt to compartmentalize that shooting pain until he gets a chance to sit down in his office for a while. my poor overworked little meow meow. i think he also uses his ability to try to make it better! to take weight off of specific joints when hes walking/moving so that its less painful. and this is just One facet of my literal list of post corruption chuuya hcs do NOT get me started
i also feel similarly about sigma what with the not being a natural human, so i think sigma’s body just. Is Wrong sometimes, like it remembers that it wasn’t really supposed to exist. he’ll crack his neck or his back and then have to do it a couple more times until something clicks back into place. i also think sigma has bad eyesight… projecting glasses onto him too. in my mind ever member of kunichuusigzai needs glasses to some degree dazai just never wears his because he cant be assed and chuuya only wears his in the office.
other characters i have less developed chronic pain hcs about but like i Know they have it are poe, mushitaro and both of the akutagawas… ryuu especially though of course like ofc he always has chest pain that branches out to his back and neck and shoulders. of COURSE!!
ANYWAYS OMG IM SO SORRY FOR YAPPING SO MUCH ive just been brewing these thoughts for a while LOL i hope u feel better soon maybelle 🌼🌼🌼🌼 faithfully yours @s2reason-living
THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!! I'm so sorry it took me a while to get to these but they're so good and I love getting love headcanon messages from other people this is beautiful....
I am mentally adopting the Atsushi bad left knee headcanon....it makes so much sense and I love the idea of it being like quietly noticed by others and they help accommodate him 💖 and Chuuya😭😭😭 post corruption Chuuya has incredible potential I loved everything you mentioned and I love the idea of it getting worse over time....my poor sweet prince
Sigmas body being Different makes so much sense too and the bad eyesight HARD AGREE !! He has no idea for a long time until Dazai points out he needs glasses and he's like what??? When we finally gets a pair his life is changed...and don't get me started on chronlc pain Akutagawa AHHHGHH you're so genius from chest pain yes....my poor baby
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factual-fantasy · 11 months ago
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25 asks :}} MERRY CHISTMAS! 🎄🎄🎄
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Jevil and Seams world still exists, its just so horrible that they don't ever want to go back to it..
Grillby and River persons AU were both destroyed/de-stabilized..?? Their worlds don't exist anymore.. they cant go back.
Goner Kid's AU still exists, but another version of her already exists in it. Its like a duplicate..? Of her was created when she fell into the void. When she tried to re-enter her AU, it was hurting the other Goner Kid. In order for her to go back, someone would have to kill that other Goner kid. But that Kid has a family, real memories, emotions.. she's a person too... no one had the heart to kill her. She cant go back..
Spamton's AU still exists, but he doesn't want to go back. There was nothing for him there. He had no friends, no family, he hated his life. And being in his own world for some reason causes his pain to be more extreme/less tolerable. So staying away from his AU brings him some relief..
Asgore's AU still exists, but he cant go back. Or else he will continue turning into dust and eventually fully die.. staying out of his AU is the only thing keeping him "alive"..
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@abaroo
I don't know if their boss status really played much of a role.. mostly their friendship started with Jevil helping Spamton, and then sparked into something more by them having a similar sense of humor. :00
As for the phone person? I haven't decided if my Spamton had that phone guy or not.. but if he did, I might make it so they're different people. Or maybe the same person but from different aus..?? 👀👀
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The group might not keep in touch consistently. But I can see them occasionally returning to this AU to seek shelter, knowing that they're safe here.
Like imagine they got in a wicked fight and some of their toughest members are all beat up. They retreat to this AU and hide out in the forest to rest. Some of the Queens guards find the group and bring them to her. She's surprised to hear that they've been living in the woods.
"Why did you not return to my castle?"
"We didn't want to intrude or overstay our welcome..."
"Nonsense! You are always welcome here."
Now as for Seams relationship with her? I imagine its complicated.. Of course he thinks she is wonderful and very gracious. Having freed him from his chains and continuing to welcome them into her castle..
But Seam can't help but be afraid of her. She is the same species as the Spade King. He cant help but be reminded of the king when he looks at her and feel uncomfortable or intimidated..
Seam is probably stressed and uncomfortable being in her castle, despite how kind the Queen is.. Everything just reminds him of the King and all the horrible things associated with him.. its just.. man, its complicated.
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@tanileaf
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WAAHAHRHHDHF THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING!! 😭😭💖💖💖
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@mishishiwritings
Aw its ok! <XD Don't worry, it really is mostly a design choice now. But to go over the story again..
When I was designing my sona I wanted something to be on my hands. Gloves? Different skin color? I didn't really know.. Now at the time my fingers/knuckles were covered in band-aids due to dry skin and cat scratches.
So I thought hey! I can give my sona edgy bloody bandages! And I can call them my weathered artists hands! XD And so I added them.
Although my hands still aren't in the best shape today, I'm pretty hard on them- the bloodied hands don't have any darker or concerning origin. Just cat scratches and dry skin. I appreciate the concern though! 🥺💖💖💖
Also thank you! Happy holiday and a happy new year to you too! :}}
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@taizarack
Yeah, my sona is kind'a all over the place <XD for funsies I made this little chart that might help explain the strange forms I take XDD
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Basically, the drippy-ness and blood is when I want to emphasize my exhaustion and/or emotions is some way..?
And the "stable" version is usually seen at the start of comics before I've consumed any energy. Or in posts with 1-2 drawings that don't take much time/energy to make. Also being a drama queen is fun. Does that make sense..? <:D
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@purplelordscp035j
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THNAK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDDD
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I'm assuming you're talking about the ruin mask? If so, that would be very bizarre.. they wouldn't know what to make of it. How is this thing even possible?? <XDD
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@lizard-queen-things
Wow, 2020? That feels like forever ago-
And well I just kind'a lost interest in tfp. <XD I never even finished the show due to lost interest- such is life :/
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@citrusfruitman
XD You're the first person to ever send me that I believe. Season's Greason's indeed :}
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Nooo, <:/ I had already planned out my AU before the Ruin DLC came out. No room/reason to add prototype Freddy.
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@starrypaint09
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Fank u! :}}}
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Here's a link to my FNAF master post! (Its also in my pinned post <XD)
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I got an ask about this recently, :0 I'm sad to say that I'm actually unfamiliar with this game.. sorry! <XD
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Part of me thinks it would be very foreign to their (probably cruddy) Fazbear brand pizza. <XD Chica would love it though!
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This is a really good question! :0 I had to think about it for a sec XDD
For Freddy and Glamrock Foxy I imagined their vice would be the same, hoarding. They would try to latch onto things and objects that make them feel better. At first it would start with collecting certain posters of event that they had a good time at. Or if someone gave them a plush they would hide it from employees so that they could keep it. But then it would quickly spiral into something worse..
They would both start stealing from the other animatronics. Taking things that they see as valuable and worry the others might throw away. Or if they had a nice time at a kids birthday party they would try to collect souvenirs. Like the present wrapping and bows. Trash and plates with food still on them.
Freddy would collect all this trash and stuff and hoard it in his room. The food would get moldy and make his room a hazard. But Freddy would become very protective of his room and his collection. The employees would try to clean if but Freddy just wouldn't have it. They would have to clean out the worst of it little by little so Freddy wouldn't notice..
Foxy would be the same except once his room got too full, he would extend his collection to Pirates cove. Parents would complain about Pirates cove being dirty and about there being trash all over the floor. But just like Freddy, Foxy would be very protective of his collection and it would be a hassle to clean..
For Glamrock Bonnie however, his is harder to describe.. but I imagine he is completely opposed to change. Maybe OCD you could call it..?
I can see Bonnie being hurt by all the change in his life. When Freddy and Chica died that was a huge change. When the glamrock era began and they threw out everything familiar to him.. it hurt. It was a big change.
I can see Bonnie hating change. For 5 seconds, he wants everything to just, stay the same. This might manifest in Bonnie not allowing any employees in his room. Becuase he doesn't want them moving anything around. He wants to come back to his room after a stressful day and have his room be exactly the way he left it. This would mean Bonnie's room gets very dirty/dusty but he wont allow anyone to clean it.
Not sure how this could spiral to something that effects other people.. Maybe he doesn't like the new songs that they are told to sing. He just wants to sing the same familiar songs he already knows. This could cause problems for the other animatronics because Bonnie wont cooperate? Things like that. :0
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I suppose anyone who doesn't have a river person in their AU would be spooked yeah <XD Poor river person :(
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XDD Yeah "Mommy look! A Kangaroo!"
Bonnie:
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Yes, Seam is absolutely devastated with guilt. Not a day goes by where he doesn't feel horrible for what he did to Jevil.. And despite your point, Jevil holds nothing against him. Not anymore, and here's why.
Jevil was there when the king threatened Seam. When the king commanded him to lock Jevil away. It was very clear from the situation that the King would hurt or even kill Seam if he did not obey. Seam was torn, tears streaming down his face. He was shaking.. He had no choice. It was lock Jevil up, or face the Kings wrath. He had to.. if he didn't, both of them would probably have been slaughtered..
He doesn't resent Seam for locking him up. He knows he had to. But after years of being down there.. Jevil did develop a bit of resentment over Seam never visiting him. He always expected Seam to sneak down to the dungeon to see him.. but he never did.. that he resented a bit.
But as soon as he escaped, and found out why Seam never visited.. that resentment all vanished.
Seam tried to visit Jevil. But he was caught. And what was his punishment? His eye was gouged out, his mouth stitched shut, and heavy shackles clasped around his neck and wrists. He was told of he ever tried to visit Jevil again. The king would kill them both.
How could Jevil hold any resentment after that? There was nothing else Seam could have done..
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I think it was the opposite. Jevil saw the danger of the situation. It was clear that if Seam didn't lock Jevil up, the King would likely kill them both.
Seam was extremely hesitant. He was crying, he didn't want to lock him up..
Instead of begging the king for mercy, knowing the king would not listen. Jevil probably just tried to comfort Seam..
"Seam.. i-its ok... j-just.. just do it... just do what he says.."
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I don't think I ever gave them claws.. I suppose if the situation calls for it they'll magically have them XD Not sure about scratching post though, they'd more likely just want to use a nail file :0
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I sat on this ask and thought about it for a while.. and every time I think about it I picture the same scenario..
Asgore comforting a neutral route Undyne..
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@beryl-shade
I'd like to think that Bibi can because he's very cat-like. but Cici? Mayyybe not? <XD She's more mouse-like to me.
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@britneyt
WOAH HANG ON!- I cant make THAT many arms! XDD
Also thank you! Good night/day to you as well! :}}}
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Oh yeah, it likely happens a lot. :( And you know Jevil is either gonna deny it, or curl up under a blanket and refuse to let anyone touch him in an attempt to not spread it..
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justatalkingface · 1 year ago
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No idea if I send this one before (I think not) but here we go. I think Izu op could have worked! Controversial take, I know.
I mean...if Hori hadn't this mentality "Izu needs to suffer bc I hate him" this could be a 0 to hero story as Izu ends up having a powerful quirk. But for that to work we would need a few things
(Note how Hori seems to love the underdog trope but failing miserable)
1) time skip. Izu cant master ofa in a few weeks. On that note, the second user cant be bk 3.0
2) a writer who is interested in explored the ofa and what it can do. Like, what if Izu can have a quirk awaken? That would be cooler.
3) senseis who know what they are doing and who helped Izu not only physically but mentally. Wouldn't be swell if Izu stoped thinkig he is worthless? If bk got consequences and Izu CAN be mad at him for what bk did? Yes it would.
4) and a sense of limit. Yes, I did mentioned how op Izu can work but if he gets too op and can face all the big bad villains, if he can use ofa 100%...it would be a bit stalled in terms of writing "dont fret, super Izu is here". It would be Izu repeat AM's mistake. What I would do is make Izu, who after proper training and well used time skip earned how to use his quirk safely, has a support group. Ochako, Iida, Shoto and whatnot. Meaning is not just Super Izu alone.
Friendship wins.
But of course....Hori didn't went to this route. And the timeline is really ....a joke.
Anyway, to end. I do think the concept of op Izu could have worked if Hori had stopped his hate for Izu and focused on the mc and developed more ofa.
I... have mixed feelings about OP characters in stories, mostly because they don't do them right. The thing is, an OP character, on the scale we're talking about here, because in chapter one, All Might sets that ceiling of OP way up there? That is someone so... stupidly strong that they actually direct national policy just by their very existence; quite possibly the world changes because they exist. And I feel that, most of the time, stories either: A, ignore the implications that this person can beat up God and isn't hiding that fact, or B, makes some shallow attempts at acknowledging it, but quickly moves on from those attempts so they can fight their equally OP enemies without giving it it's due.
The point being is that introducing an OP person is something a writer should use carefully, the same way they should treat time travel, if they're not just some villain driven off by the power of love, friendship, this gun I found, and the McGuffin used to beat them.
...However, MHA is interesting to me in that it started off by doing it better than normal, with All Might. The story starts by insisting that All Might is so damn broken that Japan itself actually worked differently after he heroed for awhile, even though, as far as we can tell, he did nothing to actually try and manipulate national policy or anything like that.
He just existed, and everything changed in response.
And, while I admit I wasn't thinking that hard about it when I first read the story, the initial set up actually was in a great place to work with an OP Izuku... if almost everything after the initial setup went differently, anyways.
Let me explain.
So, early MHA, those initial chapters, just hinted at a lot of depth to it. Philosophical, legal, societal; part of the reason I, and probably others, fell in love so fast is that it was approaching the usual super hero thing from a new direction, and seeming to acknowledge the flaws in such a system the ways other stories generally don't.
Back then, it was the difference between being a Hero, the job description, and being a hero, someone who saved people, and how wildly disconnected those two terms were. The disparity between the weak and the strong, Quirklessness as something five seconds from being called a disability, a heroic system that had been slowly festering in on itself, for years and years and years, until we get people like Mt Lady, who caused god knows how much property damage just to kill steal a villain away from Kaminio Woods, who had the situation under control.
Into this toxic mess of a situation walks Izuku Midoriya: kind, smart, beaten down on for all his life for being weak, yet determined to stand up for what is right anyways, blinded by childish naivety and propaganda to how fucked up the world of heroes truly is.
And the man who changed Japan with his mere existence gave him his power, the power to stand above everyone else, to do anything he wants, because once he masters One For All, the only one able to stop Izuku? Would be himself.
And here's where it would have to change: Izuku's conflict, for most of the story, is simply about fighting; not about right or wrong, not should he do this, but can he do this? There is something he wants to earn, or a person he needs to beat, and so he tries to do it. Sometimes he does it by being smarter, more often he does it by being stronger, and sometimes, and too often for my tastes, or at least at the wrong times, he just can't.
Hori gives up on all the things that made MHA so interesting, only giving them empty lip service from that point on, so he can just do the usual shonen plot.
But imagine if he didn't. Imagine Izuku's conflicts being about idealism. He's strong, unbelievably strong, the second coming of All Might, acknowledged as such by the man himself, who may even admit that he is retiring. In a fight, Izuku wins, plain and simple; hell, he may have to worry about keeping his opponents alive rather than if he can beat them or not.
But that's not where the problems come from, beating X person in a straight up fight. The problems come from the system itself: a machine made to chew up idealistic kids and spit out cynical, money hungry heroes. An entire department in UA devoted to selling an image to the public, ruthlessly trying to take advantage of the new students while they're too new to realize what's happening. A bigoted, self-important teacher who hates him just for what he is, and is determined to ruin his career because he can. A government agency determined to control heroes and direct them to their own aims, who take an interest in this budding super star, and their pawn, merciless yet conflicted, who will kill to see their will done. A media system determined to get headlines, no matter the cost or who it may harm. A Number Two Hero ascendant, cruel and calculating, who uses his own offspring as pawns and views Izuku as a threat to his rise. Villains who, knowing they can't take him in a fair fight, try to beat Izuku in other ways, more complicated and sinister than a simple fight. Festering in his mind like a dark secret, Izuku's entire life as a Quirkless child, despised by the world for being Deku, for being useless, an old pain and shame that still defines him and shapes him, even if he's not longer Quirkless.
And with all this arrayed against him and his dreams, all Izuku has to guide him onto the proper path is his mentor, wise yet cynical and broken in his own ways, and his own innate spirit of heroism. And the choices he makes? Effects millions.
Leaning into what they said they were about, the League of Villains would not be a bunch of crazed murderers, but what Hori wants us to think of them: people beaten down by society until they felt they had no other choice but to fight back. Toga who isn't a deluded serial killer, Spinner and Compress with more development, and yes, the Dabi Benchmark of Insanity(TM) to keep them all sympathetic, because their purpose here isn't just as villains who have to be beaten... their purpose here is also about how heroes react to them.
To a LoV who is milder in what they do, so they still get heroic ire, still get labeled as, 'villains'... only for them not really to deserve that label, the hatred they get from the public, and the force used against them.
And Izuku, who is no longer a spectator but on the front line, sees that. He sees how they're getting tarred by the brush of 'villain', the way they're getting discriminated against because of their Quirks, and the eerie similarities it has to his own treatment as a QUirkless child.
And yet, the ones doing it are heroes, the ones he looks up to, and all but worshipped for his entire life, the ones supported by everything he's seen in his entire life, by the entirety of Japan.
And that is where the conflict is, that is what the story focuses on: what is right? What is a hero? What is a villain?
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Well, that's how I would do an OP Izuku story, anyways.
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