*EDIT TO DNI. I will block you if the MAIN PART of your blog is BNHA. If you OCCASIONALLY edit for it you are in the clear.*
Hello and welcome to my blog! You may call me Kiyo, Kiki, or Yumo! This blog is solely for edits!
I am a alter of Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony)! Which means I am- well- me!!
I am autistic!
Hiyoko Saionji, Tsuchigomori (Tbhk), Dark Cacao Cookie (Crk), Sal (Sally face) <- Hiyoko and Sal are members of our system and the rest are apart of my sub-system♡!
Trans, Aroace, Pansexual, and high functioning autistic!♡
Here is what I shall do!:
Pfp's
Moodboards
Banners
Ship edits
And little space pfps (Being a littlespacer myself!)
Please read the DNI carefully, and do not take it to heart if I decline a request!
Please be patient with me if I do not get to your request, I am a busy person with lots of things on there hands!
DNI list is by @softredribbon-kins, Hiyoko Saionji pics are by @azurelize and reaction pics are by @twisted-lies!! Thank you oh so much!!!!
BLACKLISTED FANDOMS
South park
Family guy/anything like it
BNHA/any spinoffs of it
Countryhumans and the like
ONLY undertale au's, the main game is a-okay!
Haikyuu
Boyfriends (Webtoon)
Sanders Sides
Homestuck
Omori
DSMP/DREAM SMP. IF I FIND OUT YOU SUPPORT IT I WILL BLOCK YOU ON SIGHT. NO ACCEPTIONS.
BLACKLISTED CHARACTERS
Korekiyo Shinguji's sister/ M*yad3ra (Danganronpa)
Pigpatch (Fnaf)
MC (DDLC)
Glamrock Bonnie (Fnaf)
Muscle Cookie (Crk)
Custard Cookie (Crk)
White Lily Cookie *ON HER OWN. Her with somebody else is fine.* (Crk)
Affogato Cookie (Crk)
Fancier Cookie (Crk)
Clotted Cream Cookie (Crk)
RULES FOR REQUESTING!
You must state what type of edit you would like!
State the color! And if there is more than one,state which!
Tell me what character you would like, and if its more then one tell me which!
If you want me to do a ship moodboard tell me which type! (Romantic,platonic, familial,etc...)
Tell me what asthetic you would like! What type of vibe your going for!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
...THANK YOU FOR READING...
(More may be added in the future!)
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So me and faztastiic have been working on this AU for Fnaf Ruin inspired by my friend’s meku95′s art! So the Pizza Plex is in ruin as it is in on the art advertisement for fnaf Ruin and the glamrocks are withered. Funfred’s part in this is that the animatronics from the Blob amalgamation were removed from the amalgamation and those who could be salvaged were made into walking shambles of themselves basically. Funtime Feddy is the king of the crop, the new face in charge. He works under Glitchtrap/Burntrap and Vanny if you go with the seperate entity theory. Though he suspects he’s being used he enjoys being the ruler of the animatronics in the plex. He’s taken over Glamrock Freddy’s room.
He promised the Glamrock’s revenge on Glamrock Freddy, and to get their parts back. It’s sort of like when Pride Rock gets taken over by Hyena’s in the Lion King. That’s the best analagy I have! But still! I shall flesh this out more and add it to my verses!
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[@kinslcyer sent]: Aemond wipes the tears from beneath Abby's eyes. "How long have you been having nightmares like this?" King and Queen verse
combined two memes because they worked so well together.
tw: loss of a child, night terrors, grief
The distress that shakes through her body is violent enough that the sobs themselves tremble. She shakes as if she were freezing cold, but it is fear that feeds her distress and it is fear that keeps her in the hold of the terrors that plagued her. Abrogail does not give notice to her husband's tender affections as her beautiful blue eyes are bright with fear and wide with terror. The answer is unsaid but hangs in the lack of immediate acknowledgement.
Aemond is not here long enough or often enough to notice that they plague her often.
The Dowager Queen would have the answer. His mother's quiet tones would say they plague her every night he is away from their home and their loving marriage bed. Would say she cries herself to sleep in the great, empty room until she goes to retrieve their daughter who does not understand where her brother has gone and why won't her parents fetch him. When little Celeste is not with her mother, she is with her grandmother. Never alone. Not anymore.
Aemond's hands are the warmest thing she's felt next to how Silverwing's scales feel against her cheek and slowly draw her back into the present, away from the horrors of the memories. She blinks and looks into Aemond's concerned gaze. His sapphire eye captures to low light from the dying fire and the fear and concern etched on her husband's face pulls another helpless sob from her, his name cracking on her voice as she leans into him. As if her fear has manifested her savior in the way it had not been able to do before before before.
"Aemond," she sobs against the warm skin of his shoulder, sounding so much like a little girl, like their lonely daughter, like the little girl who'd sobbed after her family had died. His grief and rage spurn him and Vhager to scour the Riverlands and beyond to find the man who sent the orders, and Abrogail would not deny her husband his grief even if they are paying the price again. His name rips from her throat again. Her thin shift does little to keep her warm, or disguise how thin she feels despite being heavy with child. This little one who will be born in joy and grief of equal measure.
Vhagar's lowing roar echoes through the night, followed by the lighter, mournful answer from Silverwing.
Accusations have been hurled between them until there's nothing left. Blame and rage are left for the likes of Rhaenyra and her monstrous husband, leaving their little family bereft of their first born and filling the space instead with anger and distance.
How long have you been having nightmares like this?
His fingers are pushing the tangled web of curls sticking to her damp cheeks and she finally, finally focuses on his face. Her fingers come up to trace his scar, cold and shaking down his jaw. So different from how she'd lay in his arms, sated and sweet and trying to memorize his features by touch alone.
"Too long," is her whispered, rasping answer.
Too long. Please don't leave again.
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