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stepswowdsen · 1 year ago

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What I like drawing about my faves [6-28-2023]

A lot of my posts here are just me posting from my old notes and editing and compiling them more neatly, so I decided to do a post on what I like drawing about my faves. I decided to talk about what I like drawing about Idate and Judar’s designs :)

Idate (WATGBS AU)

(+) His spiky hair. Idate’s design is pretty much the only time where I actually enjoy drawing spiky hair. As my friends Snow and Cinna said, Idate's hair has more obvious shapes to follow, and big shapes are usually easier to follow. His design is very nicely shaped.

(+) His eyes. They're easy for me to draw. He has pointed cat pupils in his OG design in Funa-verse, so that’s something I’m aware of, but when I tried, it just didn't look good with my style. So I just use a similar eye shape like I do with the rest of my meow meow mf faves.

But I make the space between the pupils and eye whites wider to make it still look like him though. He still looks good and recognizable as Idate, so it's fine. I just prefer drawing and stylizing them this way cuz it fits better with my style personally.

I do sometimes draw the thinner pupils though when I feel like it fits the mood/drawing (ie. Chibis, side/profile views, certain expressions) and if it turns out good with my style, so I try my best to incorporate it when possible.

(+) The canon eyebags and blue eyeliner in our redesign slays!!! I also love the scars we added to his design, it really suits him. And the star and black sun earrings I added suit his character so well too, heehee.

(+/-) Again, I use the same eye style for most of my meow meow mf faves, just with some differences in order to fit them better. But sometimes even little variations make the drawing/style look different. It can make my drawing process/redrawing take longer especially if there's a specific look I want to achieve.

(-) His suit/clothes. I don't like drawing things with tight clothing folds, cuz I feel like they rely less on shapes and curves compared to baggy/loose clothing folds, imo.

Judar (Magi)

(+) His eyes. I love the rings in his eyes so much. It makes them look unique and it also adds to his unhinged gremlin vibes.

(+) He canonically has eyeliner!!! Slay!!! In the Magi anime, it’s purple. In the manga, it’s red. Ohtaka drew this one tegaki doodle before (back on her now deleted blog?) of him wearing lipstick. I'm so glad Judar's makeup habits and eyeliner/lipstick are canon :) Zooming at the speed of light MY SONNN

(+) I love the shape of his hair and braids. The way Ohtaka draws his braids just looks so good and it's such a clever way to draw his braids tbh. It helps simplify the design a lot, especially when you have to draw them everytime. It looks like a galaxy or tornado shaped in some illusts... I really love it.

His braids have a very unique shape since they’re based off the shape of a scorpion’s tail, according to Ohtaka in the Magi guidebook. I have a bunch of rambles in my notes about how much I adore Judar’s braid in his design, and the way it’s simplified and shaped.

(+/-) I love the hanfu that I chose in my design for him, but it can also be complicated to draw everytime. It looks pretty af though, and at least the shapes and wide clothing folds are simple, since I enjoy drawing baggy/loose clothing folds. I’d like to get used to drawing hanfu quickly ^^

I drafted a few hanfu designs for Judar before :) But I could sketch out a bunch more designs in the future. I'm planning ideas in my head for the hanfu that I wanna redesign for Judar. I drafted some ideas a couple days ago. I know I want hanfu with black, white, red, and gold colours for sure.

(+/-) Same thing again with the eye style and how even little differences can result in a different look. Despite me using a similar eye style, my Judar drawings tend to look slightly different between each other, and it can take longer to redraw stuff especially since I usually have a specific look I'm aiming for with my drawings.

(+/-) His spiky hair. His hair is kinda similar to TYL Xanxus' hair (KHR) so it's usually simple enough for me to draw. It's just that, sometimes it's easier for me to draw, sometimes it's harder for me to draw, due to the shape of the hair spikes.

(+/-) Admittedly, drawing his braids can take some time to refine... I'd most likely draw a cloud/galaxy shape for his braids. I really love how Kama (FGO) has galaxy coloured hair, so I think it’d be fun to colour his hair like that ^^

(-) I hate his canon clothes so much. The stereotypical, bastardized take on South Asian/Desi clothes with this outfit design literally makes me perish. No, I'm not drawing that ever.

I want to perish innerly everytime I remember that he's literally been drawn in changshan (male equivalent to cheongsam/qipao) and hanfu before, and it would literally fit him more since he’s CN-inspired too. It’d look so much more gorgeous than that horrible stereotyped mess of an outfit he wears in canon, and yet...

Baby bingus with severely bad fashion taste on purpose. He can still be a whore, just in pretty clothes instead. I'm putting him in proper clothes, I’m currently doing drawings of him in hanfu for him cuz I CANNOT STAND his bad fashion taste and clothes in canon. Judar, get your ass over here!!! The cat mom and cat basket carrier owner’s gonna dress you, smh

Friend: Yassss. When you have specific things you like about drawing a character you are attached now /hj

Hanfu

Me: I’m currently taking Japanese classes and I also bought a black/red hanfu too!!! Judar colours 🖤 ❤️

(I’m just gonna call it the Judar colours hanfu hehe)

Link: https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/1198954493/gender-neutral-hanfu-by-hanfu-story?transaction_id=3551350292

It’s what I based my Judar drawings off of 🖤 ❤️

I’d change the patterns to fit him more tho

It’s a rough sketch for now so I still need to refine the lines

Oh yeah and I need to give him gold/red hanfu earrings. I’ll put that down as a reminder for myself

And here’s the photos I took of my hanfu when it arrived!

THE COLOURS ARE SO PRETTY AAA

The quality and colours of the clothes are really good, just like in the preview photos

Now I match with my son. Weh weh weh /pos /endearing

Friend: Nice 👀💖

Friend 2: OOH INCH RESTINGG 👀 👀 Me: It's this!!! It's the hanfu I based my Judar hanfu doodles off of 🥺 ❤️ It's in Judar colours. Black and red and white 🖤 ❤️ I was super excited to get something that reminds me of my fave 🥰 🤭 ❤️ ✨

Friend: Yass the colors look so amazing!! I love black and red combo 😭 💖

Me: SAME BLACK/WHITE/RED SUPREMACY

Friend 3: Cool! :3

Pretty!!

Friend 4: OOOO both awesome >:3

Me: Yeah I'm excited for it! Cuz I wanted to level up my Japanese and it's hard to get motivation studying alone. And the classes seem promising!

It's also too easy to fall into the fashion hole and collecting traditional clothes but I definitely want more in the future 🥰🤭💞

Friend 3: Oooh I see!!!

Me: It's because I really wanted to get my hands on the hanfu that inspired the clothes I imagine for my fave. I imagine he wears something similar, probably just with different patterns and details

Ohtaka’s Judar sketches and various manga panels

Thinking about Ohtaka’s Judar sketches Lumen showed me before... Lumen showed me Judar in changshan and hanfu and JP traditional clothes. Society if these were his canon outfits

(Magi: Ch. 119)

(Magi: Ch. 132)

(Magi: Ch. 214)

(Magi: Ch. 237)

(Magi: Ch. 290)

There’s more than this but I’d have to go back and check to find where they were adklsklsdkldsk

I'm forever gonna mourn this. I can't believe he wears that horrible stereotypical mess of an outfit in canon instead

Rambles with Cinna

Thinking about Ohtaka's Judar sketches... Society if these were his canon outfits

Me: The first one of him wearing changshan slaps so bad. I want to incorporate those shirt cuff patterns into my own hanfu design for Judar.

Friend: YOO THAT FIRST ONE IS GORGEOUS The throne one is gorgeous

Me: Yeahhhh... His outfit is gorgeous in the throne one, but he looks so miserable though 😭 Understandable though.

Friend: YEA HE DOES... I think it makes the illustration even cooler though I also like how the 1st one highlights his chest shapes

Me: Yeah I was thinking that too! Like Judar is super twinky but still I like how it highlights his chest And I think it fits the illust. It adds.

Me: The hanfu I'm drawing doesn't really emphasize his chest, but it's fine, I can have a bunch of alt outfits for him Imagine Judar suddenly getting more outfits in retaliation to haniwa sausage Alibaba telling him he always dresses the same in the Vol. 28 - Ch. 278 omake

Friend: Yeah valid!! LMFAO YEAH Judar: See!! I don't always dress the same!! >:(

Me: LMAOOO YEAH

CUTE...

Me: I default to the black/red ruqun for Judar's hanfu design, but yeah, I can also make extra designs too :) Also that first pic Ohtaka drew for Judar, the changshan one, it looks kinda reminiscent to Viet Áo dài. Except on Áo dài, the slits of the dress are higher

Though I guess that’s inevitable since CN, JP, KR, and VN cultures all existed in the same cultural sphere and did cultural exchanges. There are similarities but deep differences too

Friend: YEAHH I see...

Friend 2: I’m here for the colors SKSKSKSK

Me: Yeah the colours slap so bad For Judar I was thinking of designing him with a black, white, red, gold hanfu! Or at least with that colour scheme. Like black/red hanfu with white and gold patterns or accessories

Friend: AGREED.

OOH....

Me: Judar usually wears purple eyeshadow but purple eyeshadow and red eyeliner in the coloured one of baby Judar... I usually draw him with red eyeliner, cuz he has red eyes and I like the contrast of red eyeliner against the rest of his design

Me: KSDKDKSKDSK

Friend: I see.... neato YEAH

Rambles with Cinna, Jaqui and Snow

Cinna said this but there's so much variety to hanfu and huafu (Chinese traditional clothing) that it's not even that hard to find traditional clothing that'd suit his vibes. Like bro, he'd slay harder in hanfu! Not that stereotyped bastardized mess of an outfit he wears in canon

Ohtaka has drawn him in hanfu (when he was younger) and changshan (the male version of the cheongsam/qipao) before too. Society if these were his canon outfits. Like these actually look really good. Like the changshan and hanfu/throne one are sooo gorgeous

Some of my faves have such bad fashion taste it’s embarrassing to look at DHADHSHSDHHDS

Judar literally dresses like a slut in canon LMAO. Dude is slut certified, he's pretty much half-naked

I forgot what exactly you said but Jaqui, I think you and Lumen have both said something along the lines of like, “This is me. I think Judar is cool and iconic as a character. And if we’re talking about design it’s one of my favourites, but I bully him because he’s half-naked” WHDSHSDHDHS LMAO

I’m gonna bully my son /pos /endearing

Sorry I won't let my faves have bad fashion taste in peace cuz I don't wanna have to draw that shit. I'm the cat mom, so I will dress them up.

Friend: My first thought seeing your Judar hanfu drawing was that this is the opposite of whorifying. You are purifying him. He isn't half naked anymore DJFFJHF 😂 I love the red eyeliner and his expression so much. He looks really pretty 👀 👌

Now he can have a better fashion style DSFDFDD

Me: HELP LMAOOO He can still be a whore, just in pretty clothes instead. I'm putting him in proper clothes cuz I can't stand his bad fashion taste and clothes in canon. Judar get your ass over here!!!

Also thank you! I adore giving my faves eyeliner. It's such a nice touch. For Judar I was thinking of designing him with black, white, red, and gold hanfu... I had that above hanfu in mind for him. I love the hanfu I picked out for him, it suits him so much better imo. It even has his colour scheme. Black and red are his thematic colours, so this puts more red on his design

Because I was brainstorming for ideas... Hmm, I want a black/red hanfu for him... And I was wondering which parts of the ruqun I wanted to be red or black. I ended up choosing the one with the red blouse (襦, ru) and a black wrap-around skirt (裙, qun) since that hanfu I chose is perfect for him tbh. But the reverse, and also different colour combinations could also work!

Friend 2: Whore (but with clothes on this time) ALSO SO VALID FIX HIS NAKED ASS

Friend 3: HELP YOU COVERED HIM UP This is what Takama did to Idate as teenagers smh /j

Let Judar be a slut and have bad fashion choices!!1!1!11!! /j

Me: Reminds me I need to continue this drawing soon... I love the eyes/expression and hanfu I chose for him

Me: SNOW LMAO

Teen Idate being a hoe until Takama said no is so funny to me LMAO

So now he just wears clothes that cover him up Modern AU Judar would wear a crop top and techwear... At least that combo actually looks good.

Friend 3: He feels like he would wear the smallest crop top ever but wear the biggest pants man has ever seen

Me: LMFAO Yeah he has those vibes

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innovativestruggles · 4 years ago

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why do you ship Daisuke and Suzue?

I honestly thought I would never get asked such a question, considering the amount of DaiSuzu/Daizue trash that is written all over my blog LOL!

But the short answer is: Their relationship in the novel.

The long answer also stems from their relationship in the novel. I am both a novel reader and an anime watcher but I was prompted to read the novel before the release of the anime. I came in with no expectations for either the novel or the anime. I ship whoever I feel has the most chemistry and the potential for a healthy fulfilling relationship.

The novel goes into a lot more complexity when it comes to Daisuke and Suzue’s relationship. And I ship them because of their differing personalities and their compatibility with each other.

Suzue was brought in and “adopted” by Daisuke’s family (mainly his father) and given top priority education, a home to live in and a job as the father’s secretary. She lost both her parents so in essence, the Kambes are like second family to her. That being said, Suzue is very fond of Daisuke and she will do anything he asks of her, including playing decoy to high profile men suspected of homicide (very much to the father’s dismay). In saying that, Suzue is most loyal to Daisuke’s father and he does consider her as his own daughter. You can start to see the complexity already that intertwines Suzue and the Kambes re; family relationships, but the novel does not allow that family type relationship between Suzue and the Kambes to detract from her romantic affections for Daisuke. Likewise, Daisuke’s attraction to Suzue is not hindered by the fact that Suzue is considered like family. Even though he has stated on occasions that she is like family, he still has feelings of attraction towards her.

Despite being oblivious and married to his work, Daisuke still takes Suzue on dates (not that it always successfully goes ahead. If I remember correctly, it was a total of 7 dates, and only 2 of them were uninterrupted. Daisuke would always leave halfway to go into work LOL - poor Suzue). And still then, Suzue would never complain or be angry, because she knows how important his work is to him. She is so respectful of him and I really like that about her.

Daisuke’s way of showing Suzue affection is literally taking her out even when he is busy af. Or buying her things, or complimenting her in his head. He cares about her very much. He isn’t very good at showing his feelings and he does things very awkwardly. He’s just completely oblivious to Suzue’s feelings AND his own feelings toward her ! He’s that absorbed in his own world of work.

The novel centres on Daisuke and his character development. It is not a romance novel. Even though there are elements of it, the reader is left to pick up the subtle signs and draw their own conclusions at time. Though in saying that, the author does it in a way that steers the reader in the direction that really makes you cheer for Daisuke and Suzue.

I absolutely love the relationship between Daisuke and Suzue in the novel. It is so beautiful, wholesome and just plain dorky awkward. It is not over the top (despite Suzue’s fondness - it is more exaggerated in the anime, though not too far off from novel) and there is this sweet feel to it. Their personalities were created in a way that they are different yet compliment each other very well.

You may have heard this from posts here and there but the story ends with two alternate endings.

Ending 1: Daisuke continues to be a great cop in Division 1. He realises his feelings for Suzue and proposes to her, to which she accepts to marry him.

Ending 2: Daisuke becomes bankrupt. He realises his feelings for Suzue and proposes to her, to which she rejects him on the grounds that she believes he is too committed to his work to enter a marriage with her.

The second ending is very sad of course but given what you see throughout the entire novel, you can see where Suzue is coming from. It does not mean she does not love him. It just means she believes he is not ready to balance his work life with marriage life.

Regardless, of what ending the reader chooses, it does not detract from the fact that Daisuke and Suzue love each other very much.

So when I watched the anime and saw the OP of them together, I got so excited because i had this belief that they were really going to follow the novel. But then people started saying they look similar etc etc i mean, in the novel, Suzue has dark hair and big eyes ... so at first I wasn’t sure what anime fans were trying to say ... but then Haru doesn’t exist in the novel and then I read that the anime is only loosely based on the novel. At first I was okay with this as long as they do not trash Suzue’s character (that OP gave me the hope), but then they revealed she is a relative and I was very disappointed. I think a lot of novel readers are because we have been sold this idea of Daisuke and Suzue as the ultimate couple...and then we were hopeful to see them animated...

I mean, there’s a part of me trying to see the novel and anime as completely separate, but I can’t help it. I mean novel Daisuke’s personality is very different from anime Daisuke...but still....if they were gonna make Suzue a relative in the anime why can’t they just create a new character completely and leave the novel Suzue alone? They just mixed it up and I’m just frustrated haha! I can’t help it!!!!!

Oh shit, this was longer than I thought! LOL! Hope that answers your question!

I will forever ship DaiSuzu in the novel because that is the real canon and the original story for me ❤️❤️

#oh man i think i steered off topic a bit #but i gotta talk more about the novel #cause that's where i ship them from #i just ended up giving you a novel background LOL #i'm so sorry #i know novel and anime are supposed to be separate #but i cannot help my mind #when my two babies are put together in a show and then made as relatives #i am forever annoyed #and frustrated #boooooo #daizue #daisuzu #daisuke kambe #suzue kambe #balance unlimited #ask

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vlads-yuka · 4 years ago

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A few Ikepri suitor theories (hc?)

So just earlier (not really anymore, since this took me a few d a y s) I was talking on discord about who among the suitors would be which type (the mom, yandere, tsundere etc) and since I wrote such a long thing about Rio, I thought I could try to do the same for the others 👉👈

I base my assumptions on translations I found of canon content (as of June 7th) as well as my own understanding of Japanese (I might be wrong about things that I claim canon, so if I do please tell me).

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Leon

So it's pretty obvious that Leon is the Ore-sama type basic black haired first guy. I honestly don't have much to say about him, his animal is the Lion, often labeled as the king of animals (how funny haha) so he's going to be very proud and probably use MC just to do his thing and that's it. It's likely he treats MC unfairly and grants you a few misogynistic comments about how useless you are if not to allow him the throne. Eventually, he'll fall in love and become at first awkward af and then probably really sweet and somewhat protective (he has a goal to achieve and his pride won't allow him to let you be hurt in front of him). He'll have some kind of sexy scene when feelings are returned and single handedly resolve whatever drama happens while swearing to protect you and make you happy once everything is over.

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Yves

Yves is really awkward. He tries to act tough like he doesn't give a damn but that's to hide that he's too clumsy to say things honestly (unless it comes to Licht). Pretending to be a tsundere, maybe his lack of luck will also come with the fact that being a bitch to everyone draws them away from you, and he's probably scared of hurting the people he cares about with his harsh words, but that's his only way to hide his "weak" self. He actually doesn't feel comfortable with a lot of people so he doesn't bother opening up. He's dense as fuck and doesn't realize that Licht DOESN'T CARE. Once you try hard enough and keep on being nice to him even though he'd expect you to hate him by now, he'll be so thrown off guard that you'll get to see his adorable stuttering messy self. He'll probably threaten you to not spill what you know about this part of him. He'll gradually sweeten and allow himself to touch more MC and he probably has the cutest laugh once he fully opens up. He's not really clingy unless he's sleeping with MC (you're not getting out of the hug until he says so) and will act selfishly from time to time because suddenly he wants a hug but doesn't want to do it in front of everyone. Note that his earring will be an important part of his past and since there's only one of it, it's either that the other is somewhere else or it's originally not an earring and was something else belonging to someone dear to him. He might break/lose it at some point in his route (since he's unlucky). After MC help him trying to fix/find it for his sake he'll grow soft and tell her how she makes him happier than ever by being her lover and he doesn't need it anymore if he has you, thanking you to have let him love you (I'm thinking about that one adorable cg in the trailer where you can't see his earring and I can't tell if it's just hidden or not) and he'll find/have it fixed soon after. He'll probably tell you that being by your side makes him feel better because he's so lucky to have you that it's almost like his usual rotten luck is meaningless (or at least that's what he'll think if he's too embarrassed to say it). He probably needs to be praised (not exaggerated or he'll sulk thinking you're making fun of him) and he'll blush into an adorable mess.

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Licht

Licht is that one suitor who thinks he doesn't need anyone (and no one needs or wants him). He's super love deprived and will say mean stuff like he's too cool for you (it's canon he's a kuudere and misanthropist) and sincerely doesn't want to have to do anything with anyone. He's the definition of a lone wolf (funny innit) and will be cold, interested and mean with MC for a good part of the beginning of his route. Now this could go two ways. Either Nokto will reveal you about his/their past (because he's that bitch but he probably cares about him) which will allow you to somewhat find your way inside his shell and let you do something he likes, which would, for once, let him show his pure and cute smile, or something will happen causing him to have to protect you (it may be a real danger, but I'd rather think it would be something not necessarily dangerous but triggering to a trauma) and he'd drop his resting bitch face. I think his case could be similar to Kenshin's. He doesn't dislike people, he just hates that he can't/couldn't protect them. His animal being the wolf, I think Licht would become very protective once in a relationship. Him being the powerful male of you two, he'd act like the leader of a bundle of wolves and protect you as you and him. By that I mean he doesn't protect you especially, he protect what the both of you are, and it's like protecting himself at the same time. I think he'd be really quite but would love nuzzling in private. He's that one prince who's icy to everyone but warm to his lover in private. In the same logic as protecting, he'd make sure that you have everything you need and I can imagine Nokto working a bit behind the scenes too to make sure Licht can open himself in a good environment with MC. I don't think Licht hates Nokto, but I definitely think he'd be mad that Nokto is popular and can keep people around him (and in that way, somewhat protect them) so I can see Nokto understanding that and plotting things so MC can help his brother regain confidence. Licht would be the type to, like wolves, have his lover stick to him all the time, but it wouldn't feel obsessive, it'd feel more natural and protective (he's definitely not a yandere imo). In terms of displays of affection, he wouldn't be too vocal about his feelings (he doesn't know much about it yet, it's not really familiar to him to let himself feel so much) and wouldn't say much in general, he's more of an action person. In public, your hands would probably be GLUED but that's about it. In private he'd definitely hug a lot more than kissing and would be the big spoon most of the time when cuddling.

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Jin

I have a feeling Jin is one of those suitors who thinks MC is too pure for him and he shouldn't stain them with however disgusting he thinks he is. I expect him to be a fun mix between Shingen and Arthur and I'm pretty sure his route will be a RIDE. He's absolutely shameless and probably touchy (it's canon he's a boob man, Clavis said it so you better believe it), but I don't think he will with MC. Since he said in his profile he wants to watch MC chose a suitor rather than get involved in becoming king, I think it's going to start by him spending gradually less time with Clavis as he spies on you. Naturally, he'll fall in love (before MC does) and understand quite fast but might take some time to acknowledge it. Something will probably happen like MC randomly tripping or facing a dangerous situation for him to come out of the shadows to protect both her body and her pureness (the type of guy to fight while telling you to not open your eyes and remove your hands from your ears until he says so). Upon you thanking him, he'll go with a bitter smile because he knows he loves it but doesn't deserve it. MC will probably try to make it up to him and so he will spend more and more time being intoxicated with love while trying to push you away. Will come a moment where something bad happens and he realizes that the only way to protect what he wants to protect is with the throne. He'd probably say some cheesy line like "I didn't intend to become the king but I guess it wouldn't be too bad to have you as my wife" and will end up accepting. He'll be a king putting the well-being of the people before his and he'll keep on saying how proud he is of you. In terms of affection, he wouldn't go overboard in public but he'd definitely say some inappropriate stuff in your ear to make you blush in front of important guests. I think he would definitely keep PDA to a minimum because you're his woman and he doesn't want anyone else to see your pleasured face. But boy once you're together between 4 walls he has no self control and doesn't care a single bit if you want to work a little more before sleeping, because you're not going to be able to anyways with him in your bed. An eagle looks like it'd be free spirited and proud so I think this is where his personality will go.

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Chevalier

The information we have on him definitely makes him one of the hardest characters to guess for me, so I'm quite unsure and I'm sorry (I love him tho). For a start, I think a good comparison would be Nobunaga, since the first impression is pretty much the same. Now Chevalier certainly isn't as shameless as Nobu when it comes to touching women (in fact, I think that in the beginning of the route he'd be treating MC with respect but lots of distance). I'm pretty sure I caught him referring to himself as a monster several times, and he's convinced that his core is filth. However, the fact that he's a monster doesn't mean he can't do anything good. The fact that he's often drenched in blood means he fights a lot and this comforts him in his own thought that he's a monster (my best guess is that he's been called so by people in his childhood because he beat some brat up or something and he just decided to stick with it because it's just more convenient than trying to explain why he did), as well as the fact that he probably doesn't smack just anyone and does so it protect his ideals (in that way, he's quite like Mitsuhide). Again, I think that, like Mitsuhide, he overall doesn't bother supporting his acts with saying why he does them, and just does what he thinks is right. Rio mentioned that Chevalier is a late riser and Sariel added that tigers are nocturnal. During night, I think he secretly does some sort of charity stuff (secretly, because it's just laughable to have a monster do charity and he wants to keep acts of light away from his name, that's associated with filth) and probably also beats up some criminals here and there. I think that this would be uncovered a night where MC can't sleep and follows Chevalier out of the castle (maybe she's curious and wants to understand him more, maybe he dropped something) and finds about it. He's not stupid and MC probably is to some extent as usual so he'll notice and will start to tell her why he does this and why he doesn't want it to be known. Following this event MC will start to think that after all he's not just a monster and will stick with him when he goes doing charity at night because you can "Do whatever, it's not my business". While spending time there with you, you'll slowly creep up on his list of things he wants to protect even if he has to stain his hands. Of course, some kind of drama will lead him to have to do it, probably in front of a large number of people and I can see him leaving his sword aside and kneeling to the enemy to protect MC from danger. There, he'll show his sweet side and his desire to see you happy more than anything. Of course, you, who already loved him, will call him out on his bs and tell him you don't want him to be hurt either and you love his beautiful smile. He'll definitely be confused at first but then will take a new breathe and save you, who became a part of him. He'll obviously still think of himself as a monster, but he knows that doesn't mean you can't love him. He won't stop fighting for his ideals, but now that he has to protect himself to protect you, he'll stop being as reckless and definitely will be thankful that you helped him access the throne to pursue his dreams (even though at first everyone told you that you should stay away from him, but you loved seeing his eyes so full whenever he was doing something good). In terms of relationship, Chevalier will be reasonably protective and will trust you to not betray him because "Only you could love a monster like me, and I won't stop loving you either" or something like that. He'll definitely be quite of a tease in private when he wants things to get heated but most of the time it'll just be fluffy with small forehead kisses, hair combing and warm hugs (he's always the big spoon and he's soo warm).

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Clavis

You heard it, the court's number one problem child is romanceable (and this is so messy wtf I literally can't decypher him at all I feel like I wrote something so wrong for him ugh I'm so sorry). He loves to stir up drama and then sit back to watch and has no shame in doing so. Since MC will, as usual, be kinda dumb and innocent, Clavis will tease her A LOT, and use her to stir up even more shit. No one at the court really likes him (COUGH Sariel COUGH) but some somewhat tolerate him, like Chevalier (but if he goes overboard he'll end him). I mean I say no one important, because he sure has a lot of women swooning over him, but I can see him being all flirty and stuff but then not doing anything because he just doesn't really care, it's for fun (lol). When he mentioned Jin's preference, I think he said that he himself was more of an ass man (he said something like leg or something iirc but bruh we all know what that entails when the other option is boobs). Clavis will propose you to mess up the king election (more like drag you into it), but I'm pretty sure that it's because he knows that something fucked up is happening or bound to happen. It seems he will pull up a Mitsuhide except he drags you into it, probably to have you by his side when shit will go down so he can protect you (since you'll trust him, i guess ?). Everything will go according to plan, except for the fact that he's starting to be fond of you, so instead of just having you into the drama and protect you from afar, he'll start to actively stick with you, which will screw up his plans. I'm honestly not too sure about what will happen but basically he realizes he can't be as carefree as usual when something so big is going on and his love interest is in the middle of it because of him and decides to tell you what is happening so you can untrust yourself to him. I think from this point onwards, you both will somewhat have understood what you feel for each other, but nothing will have been said. Hand holding will be normal, and cuddling too if the situation forces you both to stick together outside and/or hide. He figures he'll just confess properly after everything will be over and he'll get to apologize for getting you into all of this. Once it is actually over, he'll turn into a big romantic (Chevalier but cringe) to start the relationship like it deserves to and then will proceed to tease the shit out of you. Overall he'll be a Mitsuhide or Leonardo type lover in my opinion. Now HEAR ME OUT, have you ever seen a leopard walking ? It's beautiful. He knows it. I can just see him walking while somehow seductively balancing his hips sjshid imagine him crawling on bed djdbjd MY MIND IS GOING DOWN THE GUTTER. He's such a flirty seductive ass but I swear he's loyal he just wants to see your cute pouting face. He's quite blunt when it comes to PDA (that's where the fact that he's an ass man comes in handy if you see me haha I can't help it he has a thot dot) and will not hesitate to straight up make out in public if he thinks it's needed (he's not dumb sjbsix he likes to stir up shit for fun but he wouldn't do something extreme if he knew it would end up bad when there are other ways).

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Nokto

Two words: skirt-chasing liar. The man painted his nails to have them black when he does the fox/kitsune hand symbol, he's totally trying to have people distrust him. It is mentioned that Nokto's behavior is a great contrast to his past heroic acts. Linking this to what I wrote of Licht, I think he might have been praised for whatever he did and he hated it because he didn't reach his goal (like nobunaga who unites Japan but hates the fact that there are victims nonetheless). What would be the most interesting would be if it was like I hypothesized of Licht, that he couldn't protect someone in particular. In that way, there would be a contrast between Licht feeling like he can't protect anything and Nokto who can protect everything but what he really cares about. Following this logic, his womanizer personality could be explained in the way that by chasing skirts left and right he can feel like he doesn't have anyone important and protect himself from the pain of loving someone too much and the pain of losing them. Now, either the two's traumas are totally different, or it might be the same event; if so, my best guess would be their mother's death. However, Nokto being a womanizer leads me to think that it was actually a love interest that he lost. Being a good liar and trickster (kitsune things), I assume he's good at reading people and is probably very observant of his brother. If his brother even confided in him, I'm pretty sure Nokto would hide his disappointment of not having been able to protect a few people for his brother's sake. I think his route (or at least the beginning of it) would be a mix of Mitsuhide and Arthur's, being some bold flirting at first as a warning because he wants to draw pure MC away from him. I think MC would then be drawn by his caring attitude toward Licht (almost like a big brother, even though he's the 7th prince and Licht is the 6th) and would make him notice how kind he is. Nokto would probably find a way to make her uncomfortable with heavy flirting mixed up with denying but if it repeats, he'll probably just say that he wants to protect the last person he dares to care about. MC would probably see pain and sadness in his gaze and choice of words and kind of like Arthur's route, she'd be drawn to this vulnerable caring side of him and understand the flirting is only a part of Nokto. Drama will happen, and Nokto will have a breakdown, because he got attached to MC and is convinced he won't be able to protect her. It's likely he tries to push you away even more to make you mad and break his own heart before he has to see you die before his eyes too. Due to this bring a heavy and very bottled up trauma, he will be looking very distressed and MC will rather try to soothe him. I do think Nokto might be crying at this moment (the other one I have in mind would be Yves) and both will realize their feelings at this very moment. However Nokto still won't think he can protect you, but maybe Licht would think something like "I can't protect anything by myself but I can help my brother protect what he cares for" and help him, which would easy Nokto into the idea of having to fight. It's also possible Clavis and Chevalier join in, but I'm not too sure about that. In terms of relationship, Nokto would be a super touchy fluffy lover, liking to feel your chest move in rythm with your breath against his chest while hugging you tightly reminds him that you're alive and that he could protect you and he always will no matter how many times he has to. Like Licht, he would be very protective, but he won't become too obsessive if you soothe him back enough and prove him that you won't break in his palm (the fact that he becomes king also helps since you can have personal royal guards). He's a bit more into PDA than his brother and won't mind resting his hand on your hip in public, but your cute facial expressions are for his own pleasure only~

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Luke

So Luke is the big brother one (but only for MC) and apparently he's lazy. Like a bear, he's huge but you can bet he would spoon you For his lazy traits, I think it might just be his personality, but I do think his doting comes from his past. A guess would be that he was very fond of his little sister but lost her to another man for arranged marriage. I don't know where or when Ikepri happens but arrange marriage can be planned very early, and this would explain his hate/disinterest for official affairs and his doting (it's like he would try to see his little sister in MC while treating her as such) and the fact that he tries to drag her out of official affairs as well. Like mentioned in his profile, his eyes sometimes look somewhat dark and dull, so I assume this could be when he thinks back about his past. I wouldn't go as far as saying he's a yandere, but he'll definitely try to drag her away from court life (not especially people, not especially violently, he'd just try to not lose her). It's sad, but you will probably get sis-zoned for a nice long time before he realizes that 1. he can't force you to do something you don't want to and 2. he doesn't just love you as a sister. Maybe this realization will make him want to become king with you to not lose you, or maybe he will be needing a little something else to be pushed to do so. In terms of relationship, he'll be doting and have remnants of big brother behavior but he'll finish his light scolding sessions with a big fluffy hug. Jokes on you if you wanted to spoon him. For PDA, I think he'd be pretty much just like hand holding and head pats/hair ruffling.

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Sariel

Sariel is known in the court as the "Devil". I would say his role is a mix of Giles (midcind) and Mitsuhide. As the profile says, his past, identify etc is quite of a mystery so I wouldn't get too much into this. Now Sariel expects MC in his profile to kind of suck up to him and do as he pleases while she finds a new king. Whether Sariel is loyal to the princess (you) and the crown or not will determine whether he's simply a shady suitor or the villain of most of the other routes if not all of them (William things hehe). He'll obviously be EXTREMELY shady and will make it very clear that it's best you stay away from what his job entails. However MC will find a way, consciously or not, to get involved way too much in Sariel's affairs (Mitsuhide things haha, he radiates the energy of other chaotic shady suitors only) and he will have to first of all scold her a ton shit and secondly a find a way to get her out of his business. They will probably struggle together their way out of an important job of his and MC will most likely have a good impact on the overall outcome but he'll mostly scold you for getting on the brink of death thanks to what he'll consider a foolish move. As a relationship, once king, I don't think Sariel would go any further than formal hand holding, arm holding and back of the hand kisses. I have a feeling that in private he wouldn't be the touchiest either (I mean he's busy with his shady stuff) but he would definitely pull you into his lap without asking and I could see him stroking your hair while your head rest on his shoulder until he finishes work before carrying you to bed, whether you're asleep or not.

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Rio

Rio IS the yandere and it's 100% canon I'm not accepting critiques on this (someone saying "Look only at me, you only have to think about me" screams yandere already, not to talk about my obsession consisting of comparing him with Toneri of Yuroma) and I honestly think it's soooo cool that the yandere is a butler I love it. ANYWAYS. Rio lost his memory 3 years ago (he was already your butler back then) which means his memories only consist of serving you. That said, you're literally his world, his only friend and his master. I think Rio would be scared not only to forget about everything again and see (I assume) you sad again and forget all your smiles he saw for 3 years (I definitely think he's one of those suitors that love you right off the batch but give you the liberty to be happy with whoever), but also lose you as easily as he lost him memories. If he lost you to someone else, either he'd be forced to watch you be happy with another man, or be left behind. As a loyal dog, he would totally hate the later. Now being your love interest's butler is extremely convenient as a yandere. If he doesn't want you to get out of your room he just has to give you some sort of somniferous stuff or lock you in saying you're sick and "My Lady does not wish to receive anyone in her quarters". Butlers not only attend to their master's wishes (he does say that granting your selfish wishes is also his job), but also are their first connection to the outer world. If your butler doesn't come with you outside, he'll at least be there to see you off and the first person waiting for your return. Now I don't know what entails the secret behind his memory loss at all so I'll leave it as it is. I don't think Rio will be as brutal as Toma from Amnesia or anything (Sariel is watching too) and will probably try to convince you that you need to stay in for a while and that he'll look out for you (bonus points if something bad actually happens). I'm actually not sure to what extent Rio would go. Would he harm others ? Just keep them away ? I don't know, but a dog sure knows how to bite to protect its owner. The route will probably follow the classic yandere schematic: everything is fine, he gets really obsessive, you try to push him away, he gets hurt, you explain him that you love him too but you can't stay locked in forever, he eventually chills. As a king, I think he'd take some time to stop being there for his Mistress' every needs but he definitely would in private, he just wouldn't want to embarrass you in public. For PDA, he would also not be too touchy, sticking to basic butler extent touchy, but he'd be extremely cuddly in private, trying to hook up as much time as possible from you. He'd give a lot of little pecks and smol kisses everywhere on your face and neck until you stop working so he can pull you on the bed in his arms for a slower making out session.

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THAT'S IT

That took me quite a while, phew ! Sorry if there typos and sorry for the huge length inconsistency !

If you have something to add, especially regarding the ones I didn't write as much, please do say so in comments or in my messages and if it adds something to the analysis (and if you're okay with it) I'll add it with credits !

I'm so excited for Ikepri I hope to be able to play soon but for now it's 3am haha

#Ikepri #Ikemen prince #イケメン王子 #ikepri leon #ikepri yves #ikepri licht #ikepri jin #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri nokto #ikepri luke #ikepri sariel #ikepri rio

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nejishadow · 4 years ago

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Character: ButtonBab Character profile: Angelos Owner's Profile: ButtonBab My final attack for AF 2020! I hit 20 before it ended and I am very proud, actually hit my goal. Wasn't super certain I was gonna make it This character was just... the biggest mood and I needed to draw him. My phone absolutely would not pick up the subtle purple in his hair and it's irritiating Anyways, hope to do 20 this year, but have no idea if I'll be able to do it again hahahaheeee. I'm either gonna do all chibis, or stick to a theme, like only Sonic or only anthros. That way it's easier to manage, and I don't overwork myself again haha

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“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Kamino Arc, Kidnapping & Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Gets A Hug

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Content warning for kidnapping, aftermath of violence. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

i’m gonna die (sent 19:08)

no seriously i’m this 👌🏻 close to losing it bro (sent 19:08)

aizawa’s voice is so zzzz and it’s like sir,, i’m begging,,,, (sent 19:09)

a little bit of energy. just a little bit (sent 19:09)

A nudge to his side, somewhat urgent.

shit brb (sent 19:10)

“Dude.”

Kirishima keeps his voice down to a hiss, shooting a glance at Aizawa’s turned back just in case. Hidden behind his pencil case, his phone shows Bakugou has read his messages – near-immediately, as always – before Kirishima locks the screen. His own face is reflected on sleek, innocent black.

Next to him, Kaminari is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “Don’t dude me, dude”, he whispers back. “Texting in Aizawa’s class? D’you have a death wish?”

Next to Kaminari, Mina leans over her desk, clearly curious and uncaring of her notes crinkling quietly under her elbows. “You? Kiri, paragon of wholesomeness and sunshine, breaking the rules? Lemme guess, it’s because of Bakugou.”

Next to Mina, Sero joins the fray with a muted headshake. “So brave yet so reckless. Truly inspiring.”

“You can say that again. That guy’s scary, man.” That’s Kaminari again. He leans in conspiratorially, nodding at Kirishima’s phone. “You got Blasty’s number? How? He almost bit my head off when I invited him to the 1-A chat.”

“Uh, yeah? We’re besties. But guys…”

If they were anywhere else, Kirishima would let out a whine. All he wanted to do was keep himself awake by texting his bro, is that such a crime? Especially since Bakugou’s the only one of ‘em who is actually allowed out there, where the fun stuff is happening. It’s downright cruel to have a new challenge dangled in front of their eyes like the juiciest steak only to be dragged away to the equivalent of plain steamed broccoli. Or something.

Point is: Kirishima’s bored enough he could cry and Aizawa, bless his insomnia-plagued soul, is making it about a thousand times worse with his monotone mumbling while he continues to write whatever-the-fuck in chalk to illustrate his point.

Three mouths open simultaneously in what Kirishima knows will be a too-loud bout of teasing – a frantic gesture of his hand to shut up, shut up, shut up has identical grins bursting on his friends’ faces.

Grins that disappear the instant the familiar sense of Aizawa’s quirk washes over them. Uh oh.

Aizawa doesn’t even have to say anything. Not even a brief pause registers in his lecture yet Kirishima snaps to attention so hard his buttcheeks clench as he furiously scribbles down what’s on the board. Some sort of… diagram? (It’ll make sense later, Kirishima hopes. And if it doesn’t, there’s always his equally draconic tutor-slash-best-friend he can poke into helping him eventually.)

After a semester at U.A., everyone in 1-A is whipped enough that not a single word is breathed between them for a good fifteen minutes. Aizawa talks, they take notes.

Then the adrenaline wears off and Kirishima finds himself drifting once more, fingers automatically flicking the home button. There, over Crimson Riot’s confident grin, three new messages.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

pay attention (received 19:14)

ffs (received 19:14)

hope aizawa murdered your ass (received 19:16)

No surprises there. Well, the fact that Bakugou has deigned to reply just before a training exercise kind of is, and he even triple-texted which makes a sappy part of Kirishima’s brain think he must’ve rubbed off on him over the past months. The day Bakugou Katsuki discovers emojis can’t be far off now and it will be Kirishima’s greatest achievement to date.

He bites his lip to suppress an amused noise at that. Ignoring the incredulous stare from Kaminari to his right, Kirishima types.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

haha! i lived bitch (sent 19:32)

minus the bitch askdjfhsk sry (sent 19:32)

i’m just tired af lol (sent 19:32)

how’s things on ur end tho? (sent 19:34)

no asses left unkicked i’m sure (sent 19:34)

👊🏻💥💥 (sent 19:35)

Kirishima gets about a solid second to feel good about furthering his pro-emoji agenda before his phone is snatched away by rigid, white cloth. Wide-eyed, his gaze is met by a flat expression that exudes more exhaustion than any human should rightfully have to feel.

“Kirishima”, Aizawa says, as calm as ever. “How kind of you to lend me your attention.”

Lord have mercy. Whichever hell Aizawa is about to unleash on him, Kirishima will be in it for a while. And when that’s over, it’ll be Bakugou’s turn to have a field day with it.

Somehow, Kirishima is actually looking forward to that last part.

Then, a voice rings out in their heads. Aizawa jumps into motion. The villains strike.

Afterwards, all Kirishima can do is stand there and watch the forest burn. His phone is silent, held between fingers that won’t stop trembling no matter what he does. He unlocks, checks, locks, only to do it all over again a few minutes or seconds later.

Around him, everything is spinning out of control. Reality is too loud, too bright, already overwhelming where it waits to be acknowledged beyond the soothing green interface of his chat with Bakugou.

The messages are still there. Marked read until they aren’t, and Kirishima stares at that subtle difference like it’s the last thing tethering him to the ground. Blue tick, his best friend is fine. Grey tick–

Bakugou let Kirishima take a photo of him, once. Kirishima had complained about his profile picture being that creepy default silhouette, especially once they started texting on a daily basis. So Bakugou sighed and leaned over the tiny table of the café, his chin propped on one hand and his coffee in the other. He’d kept still just long enough for the shutter to go off and called him a clingy bastard right after.

In the soft morning light, there’d been something warm in his typical glare. It’s still there, tucked away in the top left corner of the screen. Fond, red eyes, looking straight at Kirishima ever since.

Higher and higher, the flames reach for the sky with greedy, cobalt fingers, bright enough to take the stars with them. And Bakugou?

Bakugou is gone.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

hey (sent 23:01)

it’s a long shot but (sent 23:03)

are u there? (sent 23:03)

these are going thru so ur phone is on and i thought (sent 23:08)

idk (sent 23:08)

please respond man (sent 23:37)

please (sent 23:58)

katsuki? (sent 00:40)

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

fuck (sent 3:24)

Bakugou Katsuki

um (sent 6:13)

the pros asked for ur number to track it and stuff so i gave it to them (sent 6:13)

turns out almost nobody has it?? so like (sent 6:20)

if u want a new one after all this it’s on me (sent 6:21)

pls don’t be mad haha (sent 6:21)

fuck that actually (sent 7:05)

be as mad as u want baku (sent 7:06)

u can do whatever ok? when u come back (sent 7:09)

free pass. i won’t guard this time (sent 7:09)

just come back (sent 8:00)

they’re looking for u so u gotta come back (sent 8:02)

Baku 💣💥

sry i just (sent 19:55)

ok still going thru (sent 19:55)

that’s good right? (sent 19:57)

i need it to be good (sent 20:05)

yeah (sent 20:06)

Baku 💣💥

it’s saturday (sent 2:33)

please be ok (sent 4:46)

i miss u (sent 5:00)

Baku 💣💥

we’re on our way katsuki (sent 12:45)

just hold on we’re coming for u (sending…)

wait (sending…)

oh (sending…)

Bakugou is quiet.

When all is said and done, injuries patched up and police statements given, Kirishima waits and Bakugou looks… tired. Small. Glancing back at the precinct with eyes a little too wide, a little too hesitant to truly belong to him.

Whatever he’s searching, if he finds it or not – Kirishima can only guess as Bakugou’s shoulders slump further and he mutters, “Let’s just go.”

In retrospect, he was probably talking to his parents. The Bakugous came for their son in a car as expensive as they come, white with chrome highlights and an interior clad entirely in tasteful, beige leather; it’s an aesthetic that’s the antithesis to Katsuki’s. Their expressions are full of love, though, brows drawn in concern carefully left unspoken. His father opens the back door for him first, going for his own in the front, while his mother ruffles Bakugou’s hair within the one-second-window he allows for the touch before shrugging it off.

“Welcome back, brat. We missed ya.”

Familiar phrases laden with far too much weight. From the outside in, it’s just that: Mildly exasperated parents picking up their kid after some school thing that dragged on into the night, or perhaps a late hangout with a friend. No one acknowledges the nightmare-ish three days they’ve left behind by the merit of time passing and the world spinning on and nothing else – the countless people injured or dead, an entire district torn asunder in a conflict much bigger than any of them, especially Bakugou.

Bakugou, who shuffles onto the backseat without saying much of anything. It’s only after Kirishima trails after him and Bakugou’s eyes meet his own over his shoulder that Kirishima realizes that’s what he’s doing.

Then Bakugou’s gaze softens and he kicks the door of the car open wider. “Um”, Kirishima pipes up, the noise of keys clinking together drawing his attention to one Bakugou Mitsuki. “Is it okay if I…?”

She snorts and ruffles his hair, too. “Kid, after what you did tonight, a ride home is the least I can do for ya. C’mon.”

Kirishima bows politely, a mumble of “Thanks, ma’am” waved away immediately. A moment later, Kirishima’s hand is being grabbed and he’s dragged inside. “Get a move on”, Bakugou mumbles, staring pointedly until Kirishima rights himself and digs for the seatbelt with his free hand. The click of the clasp snapping in is oddly loud in the ensuing silence.

It doesn’t last. The moment the engine purrs to life and the lights go off, a heavy guitar riff screeches from cleverly hidden speakers in perfect surround sound and Kirishima jumps. He’s the only one in the car to do so.

“Whoops, my bad”, says Bakugou’s mom as she turns the music down the slightest amount, her smirk – so familiar and yet not – clearly visible in the rear-view mirror. Next to her, Bakugou’s dad chuckles and shakes his head.

Bakugou himself is turned towards the window, the hand against his chin barely hiding the tiny smirk there. Kirishima lets him have it. Anything that’ll replace that lost expression from earlier is good in his books.

“So. Eijirou, right? Nice to finally meet ya.” Mrs. Bakugou checks in with him via the mirror. Her hand rests on the gear selector. “Where to? We’ll bring you home first. I’m sure your parents are worried.”

And oh fuck, Kirishima hasn’t even thought that far ahead yet. When he snuck out of the house a lifetime ago, all his mind was able to process was getting to Bakugou, saving Bakugou, bringing Bakugou back. As much as both his mothers are angels in their own right, they’re also easily worried and twice as buff as him. There haven’t been many occasions which called for them to throw down for their son but they totally would if given half the chance.

If they catch wind of even a fraction of what Kirishima got up to tonight, someone will have to pay. Kirishima’s willing to bet his most prized, limited-edition Crimson Riot figurine that that someone will end up being all of U.A., nationally famous pro heroes or not.

Before any of that can make it out of his mouth, Kirishima’s hand is squeezed and… Oh. Bakugou’s still holding it. Their skin isn’t touching; Kirishima’s sleeve has been pulled down to prevent that.

(It’s one of those things Bakugou does, tracking who and what gets in direct contact with his sweat and how to neutralize it in time. It makes Kirishima’s chest ache that, despite everything that happened, he is still aware of small things like that.)

“He’s crashing at ours tonight”, Bakugou tells his parents rather gruffly. Still looking out the window like there’s nothing unusual about that at all, and Kirishima gapes at him in complete and utter surprise. Bakugou’s grip only tightens.

“Got a problem with that?”

Just like that, Kirishima finds himself able to process speech. “Nope! Not at all. Uh, that is– Mrs. Bakugou, Mr. Bakugou, can I?”

Bakugou’s parents look similarly caught off-guard. To their credit, they merely blink and look at each other, shrugging. Again, it’s the mother who speaks. “That’s Mitsuki and Masaru to you, kid. Let’s go home, then.”

And that’s that. They set off, the car’s movement a quiet thrum that’s drowned out by complicated drum solos and vocals barely scraping past outright growling. Any other day, Kirishima would’ve been ecstatic to finally get to meet the Bakugous. He’d hoard bits and pieces of knowledge about them – such as the fact that Katsuki’s taste in music runs in the family, what the hell – like a dragon does gold coins. The notion that Bakugou invited him to their first sleep-over ever would be the biggest treasure on that pile, for sure.

Because Bakugou Katsuki is anything if not cautious: with his quirk, with his time, with his trust. Because, after days of pacing his room and worrying himself sick and crying until exhaustion took him out, their plan worked.

They pulled it off, Bakugou is back and alive, and Kirishima’s allowed to stay by his side a little bit longer.

He’s here because Bakugou wants him to be and that… feels better than Kirishima can properly put into words. So, no, he doesn’t boast about it, he doesn’t have the energy to – but Kirishima notes and appreciates it nonetheless, relief forming a ball of warmth and light that radiates within him like a tiny sun got stuck between his lungs and his heart. Bit by bit, it melts the tension off Kirishima’s bones until all he can grasp is the steady presence of Bakugou’s hand in his and how heavy his eyelids feel.

Kirishima could sleep for a week straight and still crave a nap afterwards. Probably.

There’s something he has to do before he crashes, though. With a gentle squeeze, he frees his hand to grab his phone and winces at the dozens of unread messages and missed calls that greet him. Both the group he has with his family as well as the one for 1-A have been running hot most of the night, reducing his battery to a pitiful 12%.

Opening up the chat with his moms, Kirishima scrolls to the bottom of the increasingly worried barrage of texts and hesitates, his fingers hovering over the keypad. Once he starts typing, he’ll have about a minute before shit really hits the fan.

💪🏻Kirishima Power 💪🏻

guys i’m so sorry!!! (sent 21:58)

i know ur worried and stuff and i swear i’ll explain later ok?? (sent 21:58)

just wanna let u know i’m safe!! staying over at baku’s tonight (sent 21:58)

he’s here and safe too (sent 21:58)

🙏🏻🙏🏻 (sent 21:59)

He pauses then, reading that last part over and over again. Safe. Safe, safe, safe. A smile cracks Kirishima’s lips apart and it remains there, steadfast through the flood of new messages rolling in.

Bakugou’s room is both everything Kirishima expected it to be and at the same time… not.

It’s huge, for one, the typical bed-wardrobe-desk setup expanded by a couch and a beanbag, a TV with a variety of game systems hooked up to it, a handful of shelves filled to the brim with books and manga and oh, a whole freaking drum set taking up a corner by itself. The walls are plastered with band posters and signed set lists and – less blatant but still there – the odd All Might merch Kirishima knows Bakugou would strangle him for mentioning, so he doesn’t.

What comes out of his mouth is: “Dude! I didn’t know you played drums. That’s so cool!”

Everything is kept in the triad of black-orange-green Kirishima recognizes from a certain hero costume. A few discarded shirts aside, it’s really tidy. So much so that Kirishima feels ashamed of the state of his own room just by seeing this.

The feeling is compounded by Bakugou picking up those shirts and throwing them in the hamper first thing, a quiet tch indicating he’s annoyed by it. Kirishima isn’t up to outing himself as an unrepentant walking mess in comparison – instead, he makes a beeline for the bookshelf with the manga, eyes drawn to a row of covers he’d recognize in a heartbeat.

“Wha– I’ve been looking for these for ages! They’re sold out every time I try to catch up on ‘em.”

A short glance at Bakugou is answered with a shrug and an eye-roll: It’s Bakugou-speak for do whatever the hell you want. Kirishima pulls out the volume he stopped at and leafs through it.

It’s meant as a distraction for Bakugou, a space for him to drop the put-together façade and breathe without people constantly fussing over him. It’s honestly what Kirishima would rather be doing right now (exploring his best bro’s room be damned) but it’s not what Bakugou needs. Well, what Kirishima thinks he needs.

It’s hard to get a read on him without the constant snark and pointed glares. With some dinner in their bellies and Bakugou’s parents now safely downstairs, the expression that fits nowhere on the Angry Bakugou Face catalogue is back. Kind of uncomfortable and so… absent.

Kirishima is really starting to hate that expression.

It’s entirely accidental that Kirishima actually gets into reading. One chapter turns to three, turns to five, and the troubles and worries whirling ever-tighter in his chest ease for a bit until–

Woosh. A soft, balled-up something knocks against the back of his head. Kirishima startles and almost drops the manga, a vaguely alarmed noise stopped short by the sight of Bakugou in sweats and a well-worn, black shirt. His hair is wet. Wild as ever. At Kirishima’s feet: A similar outfit including a towel.

“Bathroom’s that way. Leave your clothes out by the door, I got special detergent for the nitro. Shampoo and shit’s in the shower, there’s a toothbrush for you by the sink. Use it.”

Kirishima opens his mouth.

Bakugou sighs. “It’s just a fucking toothbrush, Kiri. Wreck it for all I care.”

Kirishima closes his mouth. He nods. His phone is quickly dug out of his pocket and set aside, then he slips out to shower.

A good fifteen minutes later, he opens the door to let out a gust of steam and sees his clothes are gone. The hallway is empty, half-lit by the light coming from downstairs. The Bakugous have been as nonchalant about their spontaneous guest as Bakugou himself; even so, Kirishima tries not to linger or make too much noise as he sneaks back to Bakugou’s room.

“Baku. I’m back.”

Bakugou gives him a grunt of acknowledgement from where he’s fitting some sheets over the couch, folded out to provide a decently sized bed. There’s a pillow and a pile of blankets next to him, wrapped in fresh linen as well. It’s unlikely he’s stopped doing stuff since Kirishima left and if he is about ready to crash in five to ten minutes, he can’t imagine how Bakugou is doing right now.

Y’know, the guy who just survived being kidnapped by Japan’s newest and most notorious villain menace. No amount of pretense can make that simple fact undone.

Kirishima pads over to help, the offer to take over already on his lips but– Too late. The last corner is already being tucked in and laid flat with grim-faced efficiency. Left with nothing else to do, Kirishima sits down on the very edge, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the hem of his borrowed shirt. There’s some sort of band logo on it, an English word written in that typical death-metal-font that looks like someone dumped a bunch of white sticks in a pile and called it a day.

It’s soft. A little loose and frayed around the edges.

“Hey, Baku?”

Taking the blankets, Bakugou dumps them in Kirishima’s lap. “Mh?” He makes to step away and Kirishima doesn’t think, just reaches out and catches the back of his shirt.

“Dude, seriously. Just… sit down for a minute. Please?”

And Bakugou… listens. He stops, he frowns at Kirishima for a moment like he’s trying to figure out what his deal is, he sighs like he’s been presented with the world’s most aggravating puzzle – and then he tells Kirishima to scooch. “What? I’m not gonna sit on the fucking floor”, he says.

Kirishima can’t keep the relief off his face as he gladly makes room on the couch, leaning against its arm and tucking his legs in. Once Bakugou has settled, cross-legged with an elbow propped on the backrest, Kirishima throws the blanket over both of ‘em. Might as well get comfortable while they still can.

“Okay.” He steels himself with a long, slow breath. “I know you hate this kinda thing and we’re both tired and… stuff. Still, though: Are you okay?”

Bakugou gives him a look, which– Okay, fair. It’s a dumb question with an obvious answer. Kirishima doesn’t back down, though, humming to buy himself some time to rephrase.

“Like… It’s fine if you’re not. Okay, I mean. And if you’d rather go the fuck to bed and not think about this for a while that’s fine, too. But that was pretty rough and you’ve been, um, quiet. And stuff. So, I’m kinda worried. Y’know?”

Kirishima pauses. A bit lower, he mumbles: “And I missed you. So yeah.”

At some point, he dropped his gaze to his hands, limp and useless in his lap. Kirishima swore not to be a coward anymore but it’s hard, to speak and ask about things in full awareness he has no fucking clue what he’s doing.

All he wants is for Bakugou to be okay. That’s all that matters, at the end of a day like this.

“I’m not”, Bakugou says, tentatively. Like he’s making up his mind as he goes. “I’m not gonna waste your time with ‘I’m fine’. I’m not. This shit’s fucked up.” And again he sighs, sounding so fucking tired Kirishima’s heart squeezes in sympathy.

“I haven’t slept in three fucking days; my shoulders are killing me from using my quirk and sitting chained to that stupid chair and whatever the fuck else. The League scouted me specifically because they thought I’d make a good villain and fuck them for that. Fuck them. But it’s just… It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

Whatever Kirishima expected, it’s not that. He looks up and into Bakugou’s eyes and–

He can’t mean that, can he? Kirishima searches his face for evidence to the contrary, traces the tension around Bakugou’s mouth and the exhaustion smudged under his eyes and the line between his brows, growing deeper under Kirishima’s scrutiny. It all reads defeat. It hurts.

They won, right? A childish voice within Kirishima can’t help but cling to that even as he looks back down. They won, and things are supposed to get better when you win.

“People got hurt. People died, Kiri. Heroes, too.” Bakugou takes a shaky breath, a hand going to his hair and rubbing it roughly. “Fucking… Best Jeanist was there and nobody at the precinct wanted to tell me if he’s alive or dead or what. All of Kamino Ward is fucking gone and All Might–”

Bakugou’s voice cracks right down the middle and it hurts. Like there’s a beast tearing through Kirishima’s chest to rip out his heart and throw it to the floor, stubbornly beating as it bleeds out.

Kirishima wants to say something. Anything. All he can hear is Bakugou’s breathing but it’s all wrong, off-rhythm and thread-bare and upset, and any doubt what that means is erased as Bakugou’s hand clenches on the sheets and he sniffs, wet on the exhale.

“Baku–”

“Don’t. Kiri, don’t–”

He’s always been like that, ordering him around and demanding things when politeness dictates to ask for them instead. His tone is as close to pleading as Kirishima’s ever heard from Bakugou, though, and it twists him up inside to the point he feels distantly nauseous.

“Don’t look.” Bakugou isn’t supposed to sound like that. Not now, not ever. “Okay? Don’t f-fucking– Don’t look at me right now.”

“Okay”, Kirishima says. “I won’t.” His own voice is a mess as well, trembling all over the place. “I won’t, Nitro. I won’t.”

You’re safe, is what he wants to tell him. It’s okay, you’re safe now. That’s not what Bakugou is asking of him. Kirishima can’t stop himself from crying because it’s always been hard not to when the people he loves are doing it, but… He tries. For Bakugou, he’ll always try.

Through eyes heavily clouded by tears, he sees Bakugou’s hand tighten, knuckles going white and bloodless. Painfully tense, and Kirishima can’t stand the sight of that, either.

He shuffles a little closer to place his hand over that fist, careful to only touch the back of Bakugou’s hand. Kirishima whispers, “I’m here”, and Bakugou audibly swallows. He lets him slip his fingers in-between his own.

Holding on, just as he did in the car and when they met in mid-air, that desperate instance that decided whether he would make it out alive or not.

Bakugou holds on even as he breaks for good and his shoulders shake with his sobs. As he continues to breathe in gulps of air that sound strangled and desperate, through tears that leave a pattern of uneven dots on the blanket. By morning they will be gone without a trace: The sun will come up, the world will continue to travel around it, and time will reveal the road they walk on as they walk it, step by step by step.

Just because it’s meant to pass doesn’t make this moment any less real. Any less important. Kirishima sits there and listens to his best friend cry. He remembers days spent without him and the mad dash to save him. He thinks of dumb questions and obvious answers.

It’s hard to tell if this is one of them, so he gathers all his courage and asks: “Katsuki. Can I hug you?”

Just like last time, Bakugou doesn’t say anything. He laughs, a watery, humorless thing – and he pulls at Kirishima’s shirt to crush him to his chest. His arms wind around Kirishima’s neck, Bakugou’s face pressing against his hair where Kirishima won’t be able to see him.

It’s fine. Kirishima’s great at hugs; he can totally work with that. Clenching his eyes shut, he adjusts his grip around Bakugou’s waist so he can rub his back, following the bumps of his spine. Up and down, over and over. Bakugou goes boneless in their embrace, not about to let go anytime soon and neither will Kirishima.

Eventually, Kirishima tucks his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, blinking sleep from his eyes. Safe. He doesn’t fight the sharp-toothed smile on his lips. Bakugou mumbles, “Fucking sap”, nearly drowned out by their collective sniffling.

It sounds a whole lot like thank you. Kirishima’s smile only grows.

>>Chapter 5

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha fanfiction #hi kamino still makes me emo: the manifesto #this fic is also on AO3!!#reblogs appreciated c:#my stuff

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silver-wield · 5 years ago

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Hi! Can you do an analysis where after you do all the sidequests in chapter 3 and Tifa asks Cloud which outfit to wear? Thank you!

You're talking about the alone at last discovery, but you want all the dress options? I mean, the mature one is canon for her even if you don't do alone at last, so the other choices are optional within an optional scene – and the only reason it's optional is because you get the mature dress anyway.

Basically I'm just gonna do the mature dress lol

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven’t played – do I still need to do this? Eh ok, (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it’s gonna be medium.

Also, this is one person’s interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that’s cool and we’ll agree to disagree.

You’re also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I’m grabbing them from Youtube and it’s frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Please check my master post to see if I've already covered your question, thanx

Recap time!

A pouting Cloud – who will always be my favourite Cloud cause adorable af – has been convinced by Tifa to help collect money for water filters to cover his pay for the reactor job. While they're making their rounds he gets stopped by Marle for a little heart to heart and a very important life lesson that he takes with him through the rest of the game.

Once that's over and he's changed the filter in his room, he pops next door to see Tifa.

AGH SHE'S SO CUTE! She's totally being cute on purpose too! Big eyes, hands behind her back, leaning forward, she's doing everything she can to put Cloud at ease because she's about to be nosy and we know Tifa doesn't push people.

The wide eyes, surprised “hmm?” and unguarded expression show he thought she had something else in mind besides this question lol

This isn't real!Cloud btw, it's just surprised Cloud lol

This is real!Cloud. After some back and forth between them, where Cloud seems to have a small deliberation with himself what he's ok to reveal while Tifa wears an earnest and hopeful look of expectation he'll share with her, Cloud turns away and gives some basic info that's emotionless and has very little attachment to his SOLDIER persona. A part of him seems to realise that and we see a flicker of grief cross his face. His mouth downturns and his brows pull together for a brief moment. He may well be getting a reminder of Zack's death, but it's so detached at this point he can't recall it or feel anything besides the slightest flicker. He grows confused and tries to muddle it through, but there's no conclusion. It's yet another odd feeling he has that comes with no reason why.

Tifa senses Cloud's upset and apologises for pushing him. She's very aware of his feelings and the distance between them from the long years apart.

We get a wide shot of them, showing the physical distance, which highlights their emotional distance. However, between them on the rug is the pattern of the reunion flower. This imagery has likely been placed there as a metaphor for them reuniting.

Cloud gives Tifa his profile as she talks about them maybe never meeting again and it being a strange coincidence they did. Since part of him assumed she was dead the entire time, it's likely a painful association to him and that's why he can't face her when she says it. With his head down and eyes obscured we can't really read his face very well, but from the glimpse we get, he looks hurt.

The distance between them closes when Tifa takes steps towards Cloud and he turns to her. She suggests they celebrate and Cloud looks surprised. Since he's probably wanted to ask her out since forever, the ease in which she does it makes him doubt she's sincere.

Tifa clearly becomes defensive here. The potential rejection from Cloud's “really?” has made her cross her arms over herself in a protective gesture. Her expression is hiding the hurt that Cloud might not want to go out with her. She tried to close the distance between them, but then took a small step back, indicating they're not quite comfortable with each other still. They're both wary and tip-toeing around each other, being careful. In Tifa's case, it's likely so Cloud won't up and leave all of a sudden. And for Cloud, we can guess it's because as much as he wants to be with Tifa, he feels like he always fails her and has no right to be around her.

Cloud, you're a goddamn troll and I hate you lol

Caught the smile the third time I watched this bit back. I knew he was teasing her anyway, but his micro-expressions give me life and I need to find the exact moment they appear. He wants to see her dressed up. Just the idea of her dressing up for him is making him want to smile. Cloud joking around is adorable and I wanna see more of it. This is hints of real!Cloud teasing his crush because he thinks she’s cute.

Remember during their promise scene when Cloud would try and bait a reaction out of Tifa and she'd one up him and he'd end up being the one who got stuck in his feels? Yeah, this is that.

You'd think by now Cloud would've learned not to tease Tifa if he can't handle the come back. I mean, this is a clear, check me out, pose.

When Cloud says, “Something refined,” Tifa smiles and replies “we're not kids anymore” which is definitely suggestive of her. The look on her face hints that she's got plans already and she's pleased that it seems Cloud doesn't think of her as just his childhood friend anymore. Which is why she draws attention to them not being kids any longer. She wants Cloud to think of her as a woman.

And Cloud likes the idea of them matching. It's suggestive of a couple, which he'd like to be with her, so the fact she's asked him to match her is a huge hint that she still has a crush, although Tifa's so reserved her hints are very small and take a keen eye to spot. That Cloud smiles at the thought shows how much he's looking forward to going out with her, he does this tiny little shy glance away then back to her – we were robbed of a cute date up on the plate #cries#

More Cloud smiling. He's looking forward to it, even if he replies “maybe” to Tifa saying how much fun they'll have. He was asked out and agreed. That's how dates work. We were robbed #cries even more#

It's an introspective moment for him. He's likely wanted to ask her out for years and this is how easy it was the entire time lol

Conclusion

Get married, make babies, we're getting old here!

Cloud isn't pressured into going out with Tifa, the amount he smiles during this exchange shows he's excited to have a date with her – even if they're not calling it a date. Tifa got Cloud to open up a little and they closed some of the emotional and physical distance between them. It's a step on the path to them becoming a couple.

I say a lot that they have good eye contact and this is where they begin. Before this moment, Cloud looked at her, but didn't hold her gaze as much. After Marle telling him to try more, he's putting himself out there for her and making that emotional connection. Their eye contact in this scene isn't there at the start, because of the seriousness of the conversation at times, but Tifa's very sympathetic to Cloud's needs and does her best to cheer him up. It works because he teases her and by the end, they're on their way to that moment in the corkscrew tunnel when neither of them broke eye contact even after getting up.

#final fantasy 7 remake spoilers #final fantasy 7 remake analysis #alone at last #Cloti #cloud/tifa #cloud strife #tifa lockheart

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philthepegacornfics · 4 years ago

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Limits: Part 2

Sam Wilson x Sibling!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Request by Anon: you're sam wilson's little sister who has been recruited and given tech of her own (or joined the shield) and peter ends up really, really liking you but sam is overprotective af- Bird

Word Count: 2.3k

Trigger Warnings: Probably some swearing, Reader is in a wheelchair

A/n: This request reminded me of Limits and so I wanted to continue on with the story and just make it a Spiderman x Reader. I hope you like it! There will be more parts to this. I’ve just written a lot, and decided to break it up.

Part 1

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“Sam, you really shouldn’t be here,” I muttered. I looked up at my brother who was pushing my wheelchair towards the high school entrance.

“And miss supporting you on your first day back to school? Not a chance,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t funny!” I exclaimed before lowering my voice. “You’re a wanted man. Don’t you think they’ll be watching me too, to see if you show up?”

“I’m keeping a low profile,” he shrugged.

“Wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap is not keeping a low profile.”

“Yes it is, people see less of your face.”

I rolled my eyes at him and turned back around, crossing my arms. Captain America broke Sam out of prison just over a month ago. How could he possibly think it to be a good idea to even be out in public?

As we approached the doors, Sam quickly hit the button to make the automatic door open. The halls of the school were full of groups of teenagers huddled together with their friends. Trying to get as much time with them as they could before the first bell rang.

People’s eyes found their way to me and stared. I could hear a few whispers among them wondering out loud of what happened to me. I tried sinking down as far as I could into my chair and looked down on my lap, trying to hide the embarrassment on my face.

“Where’s your first class?” Sam asked from behind me. I’m sure he noticed my dwindled spirits, but he didn’t mention it.

“My first class is Chemistry… Room 301?”

“You don’t sound confident in that.”

“I’m sure it’s 301!”

“We can double check the schedule if-”

“I studied that schedule for over a week. It’s 301.”

“If you say so.”

Sam continued to push me as we wandered the halls, following the numbered rooms up to 301. When we got there he pushed me into the room. The walls were covered in various pictures of different bones and muscles of the human body. There was a skeleton in the front corner of the room.

A blonde woman who looked to be Sam’s age walked up to us, giving a kind smile, “Hello, I’m Mrs. Nelson are you new here?”

I nodded my head and stuck out my hand, “I’m (Y/n) Wilson and this is my brother Sam.”

“Nice to meet you, (Y/n),” she shook my hand. “As well as you, Sam.”

“Likewise,” Sam’s voice came from behind me.

“I don’t remember seeing you added to my class roll… Are you here for Anatomy?” she asked.

Heat rushed to my cheek as I could hear Sam failing at stifling his laughs. Mrs. Nelson gave him a curious look before looking back down at me.

“I… um… I’m sorry, I think… I think we’re in the wrong room,” I stuttered.

“What class are you trying to go for?” she smiled at me patiently.

“Chemistry,” Sam answered for me.

“Oh, you’re probably with Mr. Harrington. He’s a few doors down, across the hall in room 306,” she directed.

“Thank you,” I said to her with a wave of my hand as Sam backed me out of the room.

Once we were in the hallway, Sam muttered, “I told you that we should’ve looked at your schedule.”

“Shut up,” I hissed at him.

The first bell rang out through the school. All the kids in the hall started scurrying off to class. We made our way to room 306 and entered. At the front of the class was a man wearing a white button up with a tie and khaki coloured pants. Like Mrs. Nelson, he looked to be about Sam’s age. He had brown floppy hair, a scruffy bread, and wore round glasses that were too small for his face.

“Ah, you must be (Y/n),” the man walked over towards Sam and I.

“I am,” I smiled and took his hand, giving it a firm shake.

“I’m Mr. Harrington,” he introduced himself before looking past me to Sam, “And you are?”

“Sam, (Y/n/n)’s brother,” they shook hands as well.

“Firm hand shakes must run in the family,” Mr. Harrington joked, retracting his hand. “How about we seat you here by the door, so that way you have easier access in and out?” He quickly moved behind the desk and grabbed the chair to move it out of the way.

I gave a small shrug as Mr. Harrington found a place for the chair, “Sounds good to me.”

Before Sam could push me, I started rolling myself to get behind the desk. It took some effort, but I eventually got it. I twisted in my seat and grabbed my back pack that was hanging off of my wheelchair. Setting the bag on the table, I pulled out the notebook I decided to dedicate chemistry to and a pencil.

The second bell rang, indicating that class should start. Sam made his way to my side of the table and leaned down to give me a hug. “Love you, I’ll be in touch. Call me or Steve if there’s an emergency.”

“Love you too. Thank you for coming, though it’s a dumb move on your part,” I muttered the last bit.

Sam smiled at me, “Anything for you, (Y/n/n)” He then ruffled my hair knowing that it’d piss me off.

I glared at him while fixing my hair as he started walking out. A thin boy with brown hair and pale skin ran into the room smacking right into Sam.

“I’m so so sorry,” the boy sputtered.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Sam said before brushing past him and out of the room.

“You’re late, Peter,” Mr. Harrington sighed.

“Sorry Mr. Harrington, I overslept this morning,” Peter apologized.

“Just go take your seat,” Mr. Harrington instructed.

The boy walked towards the back of the room. I couldn’t help but watch him. His brown hair was slightly gelled back to help keep it in place. That didn’t stop a few strands from falling forward into his face when he ducked his head down. He was wearing a plaid button up shirt that poked out beneath a navy blue sweater with grey jeans.

“Ned, why didn’t you save me a seat?” Peter whined when he got to the table he was looking for.

An Asian guy with straight almost black hair that was parted in the middle, who I assumed was Ned, shrugged. “MJ wanted to sit here.”

Both of the boys turn their attention to the girl who was sitting at the table. She had tan skin and dark brown, curly hair. Her nose was in a book as she ignored the boys looking at her.

“Peter, please take a seat,” Mr. Harrington spoke from up front.

The brown haired boy looked around the room. His eyes landed on me before they drifted to the empty spot next to me. He took long, quick strides back to the front of the room before plopping into the chair to my right.

I grabbed my backpack and moved it to the floor, leaning it against my chair. That way I made sure I wasn’t taking up any space on his side.

“Good morning class,” Mr. Harrington started, now that everyone was in a seat. “We do have a new student joining us. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

I turned my body in my seat to see everyone’s eyes on me. Some people in the back were moving around trying to see from behind the person in front of them.

I gave an awkward wave of my hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/n).”

“And what’s something about yourself?” Mr. Harrington asked while he was taking attendance on a clipboard.

“Umm… I recently moved upstate, but decided I wanted to attend Midtown Tech because I felt it was a better school for me than the one’s around there.” I left out the part that I lived in the new Avengers compound and I didn’t want people to see me going home there.

“What happened to your legs?” a boy shouted across the room.

“Flash, that’s not appropriate,” Mr. Harrington scolded.

“It’s okay!” I spoke up before the boy got in trouble. I could tell he wasn’t the only one who wanted to know. “I… I um…” I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts. It wasn’t common knowledge that I worked with the Avengers, and I’d rather keep that information on the down low. “I got caught in one of the Avenger squabbles and a building fell on top of me.”

A couple of gasps and murmurs broke out across the class.

“And you lived?!” Flash exclaimed.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” I joked.

Peter was looking at me with wide eyes. I watched them travel down to my legs.

“I’m actually getting my casts off today, and I’m going to start physical therapy,” I told Peter, but spoke loud enough for the rest of the class to hear.

“I’m sorry you got caught in that,” Peter apologized to me.

“Don’t worry about it,” I waved a dismissive hand.

“Did you get to meet them though?” He asked before quickly adding on, “Never mind, they’re probably busy.”

I let out a small laugh, “I guess you could say that I did meet them.”

“Really?” He looked excited.

“Yeah. Maybe if I wasn’t getting my cast off today, I might’ve called them up to see if they could sign it,” I joked. Everyone did sign the first cast that I had on. Everyone was excited. Writing small ‘Get better’ notes with little drawings. They wanted to sign this one too when I got it, but I asked them not to.

“Alright class, settle down!” Mr. Harrington called out above the noise.

Once everybody started to quiet down, Mr. Harrington started his discussion today on Vibranium and would occasionally write things down on the white board. I took notes and kept up the best that I could. But it became obvious that this wasn’t the first day they had discussed this element.

When the bell eventually rang to signal the end of class, I looked over my notes and sighed. The page was full of half thoughts. Some things I wrote, ‘What?’ next to it, as a reminder to look it up. I knew it was going to be difficult to catch up, but the reality of it was now settling in.

I quickly started packing up my things as well as taking out my schedule so I could make sure I got to the correct class. Peter stood up and was about to leave the classroom with Ned when Mr. Harrington called out to him.

“Peter, I need to speak with you. And (Y/n),” He looked over at me.

I nodded in acknowledgement, twisted my body and hung my backpack to my wheelchair, then rolled myself over to his desk. Mr. Harrington waited until the class was empty before turning to speak to me, “How was your first class?”

“It was a little difficult to keep up,” I answered honestly.

“As I suspected it would be,” he nods before turning his attention to the boy. “Peter, I would like you to tutor (Y/n) and help get her caught up on our curricular.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders and turned to me, “When would be a good time for you?”

“I’m available everyday after school for about an hour,” I smiled at him.

Suddenly Peter’s face seems to fall and the tips of his ears turn pink. “I uh… I can’t at that time, I have detention.”

“Everyday?” I asked in surprise. From the looks of Peter, I wouldn’t have pegged him for the type to get detention.

He nods his head solemnly.

I turned back to Mr. Harrington ready to ask if there was someone else that would have the time to help catch me up. He looked deep in thought. The question I had sat at the tip of my tongue.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine for you to cut detention to help (Y/n). I will speak with Principal Morita about this.” Mr. Harrington finally spoke. “Go ahead and start today after school, if that works for the both of you.”

“Actually, could we start tomorrow?” I asked. “I’m getting my casts off today.”

“Oh yeah,” Peter nodded his head.

“That’s right,” Mr. Harrington recalled.

“Yeah, we can totally start tomorrow,” Peter said, still nodding.

The room filled up with students as Mr. Harrington wrote us slips for our next class to excuse our tardiness.

“So, what class do you have next?” Peter asked me as we left the room.

“English, I believe.”

“Really? Who do you have?”

I paused wheeling myself to unfold my schedule I had resting on my lap. “Mrs. Campbell. Room 221,” I read out loud.

“That’s where I’m going!” He laughed.

“That’s awesome! I could use your help in this class too,” I smiled up at him.

“I mean, it’s pretty common for a lot of people to have similar classes. I wonder if we have any other classes together?”

“Why don’t you take a look?” I handed him my schedule.

He took the paper quickly and read over the page. Peter shook his head in disbelief. “We have every class together. Even our electives.”

“That’s insane. It’s like some higher power wanted us to meet.”

“Seriously!”

“Now I don’t have to worry about getting lost,” I giggled. “I get to just follow you around.”

The late bell suddenly rang through the hallways, interrupting our conversation. Peter looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his neck. “We should hurry to class.”

“I agree.”

“Do you… uh… would you like me to push you there?” he stammered.

I nodded my head. “My arms could use a break. I’m not too used to moving around this much.”

Peter stepped behind me and pushed me to our next class.

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yandere-wishes · 5 years ago

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Lolicassé Profiles

(I'm so sorry for this I know it's ugly af!😭 the quality completely died when I imported the images into my computer.) Welcome one, welcome all! To Lolicassé the dorm of misfit toy! Founded on the intellect of the toymaker (though it's technically "founded" on a Micky mouse episode just like the Ramchakle dorm). The students in this dorm all use a classification of magic known as "creator" which permits them to build marvelous inventions and toys from simple everyday objects. Students here, are also able to transform into some sort of toy, which sometimes makes it hard to tell the students apart from the actual toys littering every corner of the dorm. If you are thinking of paying this dormitory little visit, BEWARE the students can get rather clingy and obsessed, and are not above using rather unorthodox means to keep their new playmate with them forever!

Meet the Students of this patched up dormitory.

Xerxes Starness Year/Class: Year 3 Class A Seat 8 Birthday: 18/01 (Capricorn) Age: 18 Height: 183 cm Dominant hand: left Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Robotics Best subject: physics Hobby: Inventing new devices and fixing up old inventions Bad with: Sleeping Favorite food: Chocolat Disliked food: any seafood Special skill: Fixing broken tech He is Lolicassé's dorm leader who can transform into a tiny remote control robot. He's a direct descendant of the original "founders" of the City of misfit toys. His childhood was rather isolated, having two very strict parents that we're obsessed with the idea of creating the "perfect child". Even in Night Raven he still continues to distance himself from other people, which has resulted in several rumors about him to rapidly spread.

Special ability Optical database When he looks directly at an object or person he is able to pull up numerous information about them. His brain is the equivalent of the world wide web. It is rumored that this isn't his original special ability and that his mother stole his birth ability instead of replacing it with a man-made ability

Edgar Ross Year/Class: Year 3 Class B Seat 26 Birthday: 04/04 (Aries) Age: 19 Height: 189 cm Dominant hand: left Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Magical Shift Club Best subject: Protective magic Hobby: Exercising Bad with: Not invading peoples personal space Favorite food: Anything with gravy on it. Disliked food: corn Special skill: Sharpshooting

He is Lolicassé's deputy dorm leader who was raised in a military household and in such pride himself on being the "perfect" soldier. He's rather old fashioned and keeps a formal attitude with whoever he meets. He devotes himself to "protecting" his dorm members which have caused him to get in multiple fights with students from other dorms. It is said that he idolizes Xerxes father. He can turn himself into a toy soldier like the rest of his family members.

Special Ability Icy bullet He is able to emit glacier bullets from his body that freeze what every they touch. Due to his polished target skills he hardly ever misses his target.

Ray Sanada Year/Class: Year 3 Class C Seat 19 Birthday: 24/06 (Cancer). ‎ Age: 18 Height: 177 cm Dominant hand: Right Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Studying movies club Best subject: Alchemy Hobby: Sewing dolls Bad with: Focusing on one task for long periods of time Favorite food: Strawberry cake Disliked food: anything grape flavored Special skill: Memorizing books quickly

An emotionless boy with a doll-like beauty that can transform into a porcelain victorian era doll. His beauty is rumored to rival that of the Pomefiore perfect. He is said to be deprived of emotions. He rarely speaks and doesn't have any friends. Some students say that they see him roaming the Ramshackle graveyard in the unholy hours of the night.

Special ability Dollhouse his special ability permits him to bring inanimate objects to life. However they have to be objects that he himself makes. As of right now his ability can only keep something alive for exactly 3 minutes and 52 seconds.

Ezequiel Autumn Year/Class: Year 2 Class B Seat 18 Birthday: 18/10 (Scorpio) Age: 17 Height: 182 cm Dominant hand: Right Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Board game club Best subject: Summoning Hobby: Video games Bad with: Talking to girls Favorite food: Soft drinks Disliked food: spicy foods Special skill: Hacking

A shut-in with absolutely no social skills. No one knows what exactly happened to his mother or any of his aunts but he was raised by his father and uncles. Due to this he rarely ever spoke to any girls and freezes whenever he has to talk to them. With the acceptance of his godmother who happens to be Xerxes' mother. He considers Xerxes his only real friend. He is able to transform into an anime figurine. It is rumored that he has a pair of wings though no one has ever seen them.

Special Ability White Raven, Black raven It is unclear if he was born with this ability or if it was implanted in him when he was a young child. But his voice is able to manipulate the will of others. After an unfortunate incident some students have speculated that he also has the ability to control the life span of those under the influence of his voice.

London Lore Year/Class: Year 2 Class C Seat 5 Birthday: 31/10 (Scorpio) Age: 17 Height: 179 cm Dominant hand: Right Origin: Villiage of Harvest Club: Basketball club Best subject: Summoning Hobby: Collecting buttons Bad with: Keeping track of time Favorite food: Pumpkin spice drinks Disliked food: watermelons/ gravy Special skill: Sewing customers

A lazy second-year student with an unsettling creepy aura around him. He can transform into a rag doll, although even in "toy form" he is still very unnerving to be around. He was created in the city of misfit toys, but raised in the Village of Harvest were his family owned a small farm where they mostly grew pumpkins and corn. The chain around his neck tethers his body and mind to the soul of a famous killer, although this is all just a rumor it's still more than enough to get other students to avoid him at all costs.

Special Ability Plague's kiss He can emit a deadly toxin from his body which causes people to transform into hideous monsters and submit to his will. Although even after years of practice he is only able to create a max of five monsters.

Valentino Kartinez Year/Class: Year 2 Class A Seat 3 Birthday: 09/09 (Virgo) Age: 17 Height: 173 cm Dominant hand: Right Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Science club Best subject: Arts Hobby: Hosting tea parties Bad with: Ripping open his stitches Favorite food: Cookies and milk Disliked food: Vegetables Special skill: Cooking and baking

A trickster, who's elaborate tea parties are talked about all over the school and usually gather a large crowd. He grew up in a crowded family consisting of 13 siblings in which he was the "middle" child. His family owned a famous chain of restaurants that were known for their "childlike glow". Due to the restaurants taking up much of his parent's time, Valentino became accustomed to staying at home and only having his siblings as companions. Although he did enjoy the company of his younger siblings he detested his older, bossier siblings. His toy form is that of an old mangled teddy bear.

Special ability Childhood tea party Valentino is able to create a lifelike simulation of someone's memory, however, the illusion only lasts up to four minutes.

Jess Box Year/Class: Year 1 Class A Seat 23 Birthday: 14/12 (Sagittarius) Age: 16 Height: 171 cm Dominant hand: Left Origin: City of misfit toys Club: Basketball club Best subject: Magical Pharmaceuticals Hobby: Designing tattoos Bad with: Keeping his voice down Favorite food: Pudding Disliked food: Raisins Special skill: Memorizing nursery rhymes

A loud, hyperactive claustrophobic first year who's voice seems to constantly be echoing around the halls. Despite being a Jack in the box, he hates small, dark, confinements. He's rather happy go lucky and usually doesn't care much about what goes on around him.

Special Ability Pop goes the Weasel His body becomes as flexible like a spring, permitting him to jump around and attach to walls. According to a certain hunter, Jess's special ability would make him an amazing huntsman. Although the first year seems to prefer using his power set to prank his classmates and teachers.

🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️ 🐻❤️

Alright so this is how I'm going to do things. Interactions are open for these characters, meaning you guys can send them asks (yandere or normal. How they would react to something/Someone up to you), just talk to them or whatever else you can come up with. I'll do my best to answer everything, whoever if I think an ask better deserves a drawing as an explanation I'll put it on hold and make a quick sketch for it later. This whole dorm was really a giant drawing practice and since I really want to start digital I might re-draw them later (not likely but we'll see). I'm thinking if these characters get popular (Idk 55 likes and maybe 10 interactions) I'll release sprites of the characters doing poses similar to the TW boys (basically how I imagine them if they where in the game) and maybe later even do some chibis of the boys. Although I seriously doubt anyone is going to like or read this 😂 🤣 😂🤣. Also a huge thank you to everyone that encouraged me to continue working on this it means so much to me! And a special thank you to Rinna ( @minoux-deactivated20200516 ) the creator of Terrorwood who inspired me to take the first step in making this dorm. If anyone wants to make an oc for this dorm feel free to do so (let's be honest no one would want that) just please tag me.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #oc dorm #lolicassé #jess box #Valentino Kartinez #London Lore #Ezequiel Autumn #Edgar Ross #Ray Sanada #Xerxes Starness

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bucketslutz · 4 years ago

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Get Out the Way

Chapter 1: The Huntress

Summary: You were successful as a bounty hunter for a while, and now as a skilled fighter working in an arena. You were craving excitement, until a Mandalorian crosses your path and offers you the opportunity to help bring his kid back and avenge the death of someone you lost long ago. Working with the bucket-head, though, isn't going as smoothly as you thought. Will it all be worth it in the end?

You can read Get Out the Way on AO3 here.

Warnings: 18+ only pls, violence, gore, language, bounty hunting, enemies to lovers sorta, slow burn af, banter, grogu in danger, AFAB reader, badass female reader, yes reader is a bounty hunter, smut eventually but for now they hate each other

Your lip tears open after the butt end of a weapon collides with your face, and a steady flow of bright red blood begins its path down your chin. The Devaronian, armed with a vibro-ax, snarls at you through stained teeth and spins his blade in his hand. Despite the pain and the, seemingly, winning 200 pound opponent gaining on you, a smile crept on your face. Letting him think he had the upper hand was fun. You hated to ruin his party, but you had a job to do. You stole a quick glance from a familiar face in the roaring crowd and he gave you a nod. Returning the gesture, you finally quit fucking around with your toy and ignited your dual shockwhips, whipping them around your head before they meet the floor with an electric crack. The Devaronian’s face fell as your whips narrowly missed his horn. He raises his weapon and ignites its energy chord, attempting to appear confident and in control of the fight. You almost laugh, as if that’s going to do anything, you say to yourself. He charges at your left side, and you dodge his attack effortlessly. You duck when he attempts to swing around at your head. You roll backwards and swing your whip at his leg. It wraps around his calf and you yank your weapon hard resulting in him landing on the floor with a clunk, your whip shocks him, immediately knocking the Devaronian out cold. The crowd erupts in a mixture of whoops and boos, emitting from humans and miscellaneous species alike. The rings filling the arena signal that you won the round.

Your unignited shockwhips return to your belt and you wipe the blood off your face. Departing from the ring, you try to ignore the incessant, nagging voice that calls your name and light footsteps that trail behind you. Finally deciding to entertain the source of the call, you stop and place you hands on your hips and stare up at the ceiling, huffing in indignation.

“Darling, y-” he begins, but you interrupt him before he can finish the thought.

“I told you not to call me darling,” you correct him, as if it was a common occurrence, then continue your journey to the bar hardly paying him any attention.

“Right, of course,” your sponsor corrects his previous statement by saying your name and follows you closely. “You were wonderful tonight, as usual. I’m always confident that you’ll make it out on top. But my patrons on the other hand, don’t like when you, how do you say, play with your food. It takes them out of the experience, makes it feel like they’re watching a choreographed show instead of a bloody fight.”

You hop over the bar and reach for the spotchka below and it lands on the counter with a harsh clank. You pour yourself a snort and down it with ease. Your sponsor was a lame excuse for a human being, he only existed to gain profit. And right now, to him, you were his most profitable investment. He was shorter and weaker than you, hence why he kissed your ass every second of every day. He didn’t want to meet the end of your wrath. The measly halo of white hair on his head and leathery, wrinkly skin did not help to make him look more intimidating. He looked to be two seconds away from death every day, so you had no problem walking all over him.

“Gundi, I seriously don’t give a fuck what your patrons want to see. You should consider yourself lucky to have me working for you. I could go back to the guild whenever the hell I want. Don’t push your luck.” You lift your bag from the ground and swing it over your shoulder. You slide over the bar and pat Gundi on the head when you land on the ground. He was like a trained dog at this point, you reward him by not killing him each time he decides not to step on your toes. You extend your hand out to the weasley man and he sets a sachet of credits in your palm. You close your fingers around your profits and hear it cling in your hand. You listen as Gundi sighs dejectedly once you exit the arena.

Admittedly, you really can’t go back to the guild whenever you want. You need to make a viable living, and Karga hasn’t given you a well-paying hunt in months. There’s only one person on Nevarro who he gives the best paying jobs to, and you’d rather not step on that bucket- head’s toes. So you’ve resorted to what would be a bounty hunter’s equivalent to prostitution. It wasn’t your best option, but there were no real challenging opponents on this stupid rock anyways so each fight felt more like a light workout than a real battle. But it was easy money, so you shouldn’t be complaining. Wincing as you entered the bathroom, you inspected the cut on your lip carefully. Maker, how did you let that nerf-herder lay a blow on you at all? You could’ve killed him in your sleep. Maybe you’re just bored. Winning matches without any challenge gets a little repetitive after a while. You need some more excitement in your life. Like in the early days of your bounty hunting career, you landed gigs with ease and collected bounties as if you were made for the job. After a while though, Greef didn’t want to give you anymore high-profile hunts. You didn’t even need your weapons for the bounties Karga started giving you. The excitement was gone as quickly as it came. After applying some bacta to your wound, you left the bathroom, then Gundi’s slimy establishment soon after.

You whipped through the streets outside the arena until a familiar scent assaulted your senses. You followed the scent to a local vendor selling various meats. You toss some credits at the vendor in exchange for some skewers of the meat. As you begin the walk back to your apartment, out of the corner of your eye you spot a small figure sitting in an alleyway. You stop and turn your head towards a little girl clothed in a dirty, torn dress. You approach her carefully and she meets your gaze. You crouch to her level and you can see her eyeing the food you just purchased. She looked to be starved, so you handed her a couple skewers of the meat along with a sachet of credits. The girl’s eyes light up and she smiles widely at you. You stand up and watch as she disappears into the alleyway. You really don’t like kids all that much, but she reminded you of yourself when you were young. You thought maybe a small act of kindness might help her get on her feet; an act of kindness you wished you’d seen when you were her age. You didn’t like to think about life back then, it wasn’t easy and you had to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. Some of which a little girl should never see. But when you’re desperate, about anything sounds better than an empty stomach and a restless night on the street. At least it made you scrappy, appreciative of what you have now. Despite being a failing bounty hunter and a sellout, you at least have a roof over your head and credits in your pocket.

The trek back to your apartment felt heavier than usual. The weight of an unfamiliar presence plagued your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched. Whoever it is, you could take them anyways. Maybe it’s the voyeur in you, maybe it’s the part of you that longs for excitement, but you almost welcome the presence. The door leading to your apartment slides open and you step inside. Immediately feeling that same presence, you hesitate to turn on your lights, sensing that they’re watching you from the shadows. You flick your lights on and immediately draw your blaster from your holster and aim it at the figure in the doorway leading to your bedroom. The Mandalorian remains unmoving and unarmed. What the fuck is he doing here?

“Put that down,” he commands, breaking the silence. “I’m not here to kill you.”

“I’m not sure I can do that, Mando,” you assert, confidently. You look the man up and down and subtly admire the beskar armor. “I know you’ve been following me. You trying to get rid of your competition, shiny?” Your blaster remains aimed at the beskar clad bounty hunter as he crosses towards you in two steps.

“If I wanted to kill you, you would’ve been dead already,” the Mandalorian remarks, still unarmed and showing no indication of hostility.Unfortunately, he was right. Knowing his track record, you would’ve been frozen in carbonite before you even made it to your apartment. So now you’re stuck wondering what he could possibly be doing here, if he’s not collecting a bounty.

“Alright, Mando,” you continue snidely. You return your blaster to its place in your holster and cross into your kitchen. “What could you bucket-head possibly want with little old me.”

“I need your help on a mission. I’m prepared to compensate you substantially for your skills,” he says.

“The mighty Mandalorian needs my help? Wow, I’m flattered, but I don’t work well with others. Trust me, you’d be better off on your own.” You reach for the spotchka in the cabinet over your head. You take a swig from the jug as you brush past the Mandalorian and into your living room. You sink into your couch and set the jug down in front of you on the coffee table.

“I saw you fight tonight at Gundi’s. You’re too good of a hunter to be in that hell-hole,” he says, taking a few steps towards you again, his boots hitting the ground hard with each step.

“If this is your way of trying to butter me up, shiny, then it’s not working. I work there because Karga won’t give me bounties worth my while anymore. The man has no faith in me, so fuck him. I can make twice the amount of credits in a week at Gundi’s than Karga would give me in a month.” You take another long swig from the jug of spotchka and kick your feet onto the coffee table, settling further back into your couch. “And what could I possibly do for you on your mission that no other guild member could?”

“Wraak has my kid, I need your help to kill him and get my kid back.”

The blood drains from your face and your palms become clammy. That’s why he wanted your help. Who else would want Wraak dead as bad as me? You thought to yourself. Mando says your name, “You’re a skilled hunter, you’re worth more than whatever Karga gives you. I’ll put in a good word with him if you come with me to get my kid back.”

“I never pegged you as the paternal type. This kid has to be pretty special if Wraak wanted to get his hands on him,” you remarked, attempting to seem together but in reality you’re kind of losing it.

“He’s important to me. I can’t get him back alone. You of all people should know what Wraak does to people who mean something to someone.”

You remained silent. Kill Wraak. You could kill Wraak. You don’t even know what to say anymore. You’re just staring at the floor dumbfounded. The perfect opportunity to kill that bastard has just been placed in front of you on a silver platter and you’re hesitating to accept the offer. Why? What’s wrong with you? Is it your pride? Do you want this to be something you do completely on your own? Without the help of a Mandalorian? Just take it. Accept the offer and kill Wraak.

“I leave tomorrow at 21:00. If you wish to join me, meet me at the Razor Crest.” …

I’m not going. It’ll be a waste of time. Mando is a pain in the ass anyways. You repeat your mantra as you wrap your fists in preparation for your fight tonight. You rest your hands on the sink as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You’re too distracted, you probably shouldn’t be fighting tonight. But what would you even be doing anyways if you weren’t fighting? Certainly not flying through the galaxy with a Mandalorian in search for his son and in the process gaining justice for an unjust murder. Yeah right, you would never. But what’s stopping you? You’re not afraid of Wraak, you hate him too much. And you’re not afraid of Mando either, he has already made it apparent that he doesn’t want you dead. Why can’t you just suck it up and go on this mission with shiny? Leaving the graffiti-covered bathroom, you attempt to shake those thoughts from your head.

You glare at your opponent when you enter the ring and roll your eyes at the Gamorrean attempting to appear intimidating. Dank Farrik, you could be doing better things right now. This is a waste of time. Maybe Mando won’t be as big of a pain in the ass as I think he will be. You’ve been waiting for an opportunity like this for ages. What’s stopping you from leaving this lava rock and blasting Wraak into oblivion? That does sound kinda nice. He took so much from you. You’ve always felt the burden of his existence since your last encounter with him. You thought you’d never see him again. At this point in your life, you just wanted to move on. But you can’t and it kills you every day. It feels like the last piece of the puzzle would be to confront him; make him feel the same pain he made you feel all those years ago. After all these years you've spent running away from your past and trying to forget what hurt you, the opportunity to finally gain closure has just presented itself. But you now have to confront the very thing you’ve been running away from for so long. Maker, there’s nothing more you want than for Wraak to get what’s coming to him. Even if it means having to deal with Mando’s strange presence. He might not be so bad. What’s the worst he can do? It’s not like he could take you down, except he can. But you try not to think about how easily he could kill you given the opportunity. There’s nothing keeping you here anyways, you can do better than fighting Gamorreans in Gundi’s slimy arena.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of the bell ringing and a feisty Gamorrean charging at you. You roll your eyes again having made up your mind and quickly step to the side and jut your foot out, tripping your opponent. You watch as he lands on his face and you apply pressure to his neck with your foot so he can’t get up. The bell rings signifying you won the round. Wasting no time, you exit the ring and snatch your bag up that was sitting just outside. This time, you don’t stop when Gundi calls your name. You don’t have time to deal with that creature, if you stop now you won’t have time to grab your gear from your apartment before getting to the razor crest.

Holy shit, you’re actually doing this. You’re finally going to kill Wraak after all these years. And with the help of a Mandalorian. This has got to be the weirdest fucking thing that’s happened to you. Well, besides the time you hooked up with that Gungan. But you were drunk so it barely even counts.

…

Shit. You have two minutes to get to the razor crest. You’re practically running to the shipyards now, hoping he didn’t decide to leave early. Aren’t Mandalorians people of their word? Or something like that? You can’t really be bothered learning about those bucket-heads anyways. But there is some sort of appealing mystique to them, why do they keep those helmets on all the time? Are they secretly a really ugly alien species? Are they actually high tech robots under there? But at the same time, you really don’t want to know what Mando looks like. You’re confident that he’d never want to show you his face, and you’re confident that you’d never want to see it. You’d feel like you’d be invading his privacy by stealing a glance at his face. As much as you hate admitting it, you kind of admire and respect Mando. He’s an incredibly skilled hunter and effortlessly strikes fear into complete strangers. It makes you wonder why’d he’d ever choose you, out of all people, to join him on this mission. It’s honestly kinda flattering. He thinks you’re a skilled fighter and that feels good. He’s intimidating and damn good at his job. No wonder Greef gives him all the high paying jobs. But you’d never tell him that to his face, or well, to his helmet. Maybe working with him won’t be so bad. You might get to know the mysterious man who lives in that armor.

Out of breath, you reach the hunk of junk Mando told you to meet him at. He’s standing at the top of the razor crest’s ramp setting down a couple of camtonos inside. His helmet turns to face you and you can only assume he’s making eye contact with you. Not wanting to be the first to speak, you simply nod and adjust your grip on your bag. He returns the nod and points to the pile of camtonos sitting outside the ship, indicating that he wants you to load them up.

“We leave once you get those in the hull,” he states simply. He turns and disappears into the crest. Welcome aboard, you tell yourself as you begin grabbing camtonos and stacking them in the hull of the Razor Crest.

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amaltheeia · 5 years ago

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Another writing warmup, because Proteus gives me the creeps and I’m projecting that onto Shockwave.

warnings for: stalking, threats of violence (implied), just proteus

His first mistake is taking the balcony exit.

For those with aerial alt-modes, it provides a quicker escape from the noise that is the interim conference centre. Meetings here are rare--usually only for the select few that occupy what he’s started calling the inner circle--but the Senate building is under modification. Something to do with Sentinel and the guard introducing tighter security measures. Cameras, audio equipment, the whole brigade.

He’s not one to lay down on these things, but Proteus has him beat. Argue against them, and you’re apathetic to the safety of the general public. As he’s pushed out of the fold, he’s had to learn some hard truths about what the future is going to be like. A lot of giving, not so much taking.

But speak of the undertaker: there Proteus is. He can’t be missed, not with his gold trim that reflects every ray of light that crosses him. He’s glowing like some kind of deity. To many, he is: he’s become a symbol of malfeasance, the protector of the corrupt.

He hopes to sidestep him and be on his way. Unluckily for him, Proteus turns just as Shockwave exits, and waves away the mech he’d been talking to, mid-speech.

“Senator Shockwave,” he calls out. It’s loud enough for everyone in the general vicinity to hear. “Come join me.”

He knows what he’s doing. To ignore him would make Shockwave look rude. Proper social etiquette leashes him, dragging him over to Proteus.

He walks close enough to be heard, and then spits out the first excuse that comes to mind. “I have work at the Academy, I’m afraid.” He forces a smile onto his face. “Another time, maybe, so I can fully appreciate what you have to say.”

“Oh shush. Spare a click, come here.” His voice hardens, as if to push Shockwave into believing it’s an order. As if to make matters more humiliating, he points down at the ground to where he wants Shockwave to be.

Shockwave tests the weight on his pedes, then walks over. He eyes Proteus with suspicion, keeping a reasonable, but far, distance between them.

Proteus takes note with a soft grunt that pushes hot air out of his vents. The exhaust fans over Shockwave, a brief pause in the cool night air.

“I’m sure you don’t scoff and moan as much when you’re asked to speak to Dai Atlas.”

“Because Dai Atlas and I are friends.”

“Ouch,” Proteus says, smiling. “No time like the present, however.”

Shockwave can’t tell if he’s joking. To play it safe, he doesn’t chuckle. Proteus doesn’t like being made into a humorous subject.

(He’d hate hearing about the jokes the outliers make. They get pretty creative.)

He hopes the pursuing silence will convince Proteus this is a waste of time, but for the second time that night, he doesn’t get lucky. Proteus is still circling his kill.

Proteus eyes him thoroughly. “What colours are you thinking of next?”

“What?”

“You scratch at the finish on your fins when you’re thinking of a colour change.”

It stabs at something deep inside of Shockwave, a fear he didn’t realize he could have until the words left Proteus’ mouth. The other Senator wastes no time elaborating on it either.

“What’ll be this time--oh, let me think,” he raises a hand to his temples, “what colour haven’t you done in a while? It’s getting hard to remember, with how often you change it.”

Shockwave pauses. It’s an odd question, one he’s not sure is asked with complete innocence.

No point in lying though. “Blue and red, if you must know.”

“Blue and red,” Proteus repeats. His mouth curls. “It’ll be hard to tell us apart.” As if it’s supposed to be a compliment to him.

“Not your shade. Something lighter,” says Shockwave, almost overlapping Proteus before he can finish.

A dark shadow passes over Proteus’ face, taking the humour along with it. The Proteus he knows from the closed Senate sessions comes out, and gone is the benevolent persona he wears for his constituents.

“I don’t see why you’re so,” he grits his denta, “hostile to me. You do all this work to counter us and always leave with nothing to show for it.”

“You wouldn’t understand why I do it.”

“I don’t. You turn on the very system that gives you what you have now.”

Shockwave shrugs. “I’m afraid we were never meant to compromise. You see what you’re doing as justified, as I do my own ambitions. That won’t change. Respect our differences, and there shouldn’t be any trouble.”

“That’s what you choose to believe. We all have a choice.”

“Not when it’s concerning what’s right.”

Proteus’ face twists. “Cut the slag,” he snarls. “We don’t exist in a binary. It’s not good and evil, it’s just better or worse. Good mechs do horrible things all the time, but it’s for the greater good. You just never learned that.”

“Or maybe you just can’t see it, because it wouldn’t fit your vision.”

On cue, Proteus looks up at his sky spies, no doubt with a few lenses pointed at them. “You do right by the criminals and leakers that come to you for help, instead of what’s best for everyone. That’s why our visions are different. If you had your way, the whole of the Senate would collapse.”

Shockwave flexes his fingers, saying nothing.

“Speaking of criminals: that cop of yours, Orion Pax, was out by the Ark-1 Monument a cycle ago. He seemed happy to see you. How about that?” says Proteus, with only a hint of glee. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s back from the dead.”

Shockwave flinches, though he keeps his faceplates clear. “Were you spying on me?”

“It’s not spying if it’s in public, and you’re a very distinctive mech.”

Proteus has the added size to intimidate him with. Shockwave takes a step back from the balustrade.

“What I do outside of the Senate is none of your business.”

He can’t move much farther back without drawing the attention of others, which is exactly what Proteus wants. An audience only ever benefits him.

“Not when you’re a Senator.” Proteus’ voice has turned deep. “What’s the concern? If you’re not doing anything wrong...”

“It’s an invasion of my privacy! You have no right.”

“We’re living amid the Clampdown.” The words spatter like acid. “No one has the right to privacy. Since you’re always so up our afterburners about practicing what we preach, I thought you’d be pleased.”

“Pleased? Forgive me for not finding the thought of you hanging over my shoulder reassuring.”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m protecting you.”

Shockwave tenses up. The urge to shout profanities is off the scale, but he knows it will only give Proteus ammo.

Proteus takes over: “Call them what you will--I think Decepticons has become the universal term. Someone like you--high profile--is at risk.”

“Well, call it luck that I befriended a police chief then.”

Shockwave looks over his shoulder, trying to discern whether it’d be a good idea to depart from the conversation now.

Proteus advances on him, forcing himself into Shockwave’s line of sight. The look of satisfaction on his faceplates Shockwave’s tanks churn.

“Orion Pax cannot protect you. It would be wise to reassess where you have put your allies.”

“I don’t need the protection of anyone, thank you.”

“Really? In times like this, you need more than a police chief to be sure that those conspiring against you aren’t about to get the upper hand.”

“Meaning you?”

It tames the other mech’s expression. “Oh, come now. As I said, it’s not too late to give up this pursuit of yours.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Proteus takes him by the arm before he can step away. Shockwave pulls, but Proteus won’t release him.

“Don’t test my patience. I’m giving you a chance here.” He leans in close. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll darken that shade of blue, Shockwave, and accept my offer.”

“I don’t need handouts, especially not from you,” he growls, taking his arm back.

He prides his ability to keep his voice stable, considering it’s Proteus he’s talking to. There’s something larger than them that’s being propositioned here. Accepting anything he says, even something minor, will spin into some big conflict, he’s sure.

He quits while he’s ahead, turning his back on Proteus in a way he’s sure will be bruising to the ego. Leave Proteus without the last word and he combusts on the spot.

Which he does.

“You fancy him!” Proteus shouts, as if an accusation. The words singe his backstruts. It makes Shockwave turn, out of fear someone else will hear and speculate if Proteus continues.

Proteus’ grin is not kind. He shortens the distance between them once more. “You always did have a thing for dissenters. A shame; power should be kept in the Senate.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He’s an Autobot, yes?” Without waiting for an answer, he proceeds. “Self-proclaimed, and all. Mechs like him, they won’t last long. He’s going to keep speaking up, and it’ll be the death of him.”

The thought of Orion and death in the same sentence makes his spark ache. Anger quickly replaces it, surging up and out of his voice box before he can hold it back.

“You don’t touch him.” He shakes with fury.

“Always so emotional.” Proteus smirks. “How about I make you a deal: I don’t touch him, and in return--“

Shockwave points a finger at him. “There’s no ‘in return,’ you don’t touch him.”

Proteus grabs his hand and takes it in his own. His grip threatens to disfigure the joints. Trying to provoke him, no doubt. Or at least, that’s what he chooses to believe. The other option is a lot less pleasant.

“You don’t call the shots here,” he hums. “So you should probably think about being nicer to me. For both his sake and yours.”

Shockwave doesn’t humour him with another word. He’s down the winding steps and headed Primus knows where before Proteus can say any more. Consequences be damned, he won’t subject himself to another minute of that nonsense.

His first thought is to go to his sanctuary, his School, but armed with the knowledge that Proteus has been following him, it isn’t a risk he’s wanting to take. Those ice-cold optics pierce him long after he’s gone, following him into the next cycle and then on.

He doesn’t know the extent of Proteus’ envy. His anger, he’s familiar with. It's made to look restrained, but can easily be minded if you know him personally.

Envy? Oh, it makes bigger mechs devolve into an entire moral upheaval. And Proteus never had morals to begin with. He loathes to think about what he’ll do to Orion, and how he’ll justify it when the dust has settled. All in the name of a conquest.

Suffice it to say, he’s more worried about Orion than he is himself. That’s his second mistake.

#tf shockwave #senator shockwave #senator proteus #tf proteus #my writing #my stories #transformers #fic

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johobi · 5 years ago

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I'm a 5'9", INFP who really loves art & music! My hair is always changing colors, right now it's black & green. My wardrobe is 99% black but I still love cute things! Lowkey have plushies & art prints everywhere. I spend most of my time drawing, studying ethics, watching movies & hiking. I'm a very reserved person unless I'm comfortable with someone or a subject I am passionate about gets brought up. I love your writing so much!! Very excited to see the results of the ask game 🖤

Ah, this was so easy. I have the perfect man for you! I ship you with…

When You Least Expect It - Jungkook

Profile: shy, introverted, playful with those he warms up to, compassionate and caring, intuitive, mature for his age, gravitates toward older women or those who are also atypical of their age group, very open with his feelings, daddy issues, rubbish with money, romantic af, falls in love easily, soft-hearted, never raises his voice, keeps few but very close friends, Eat The Rich, believes in destiny and soulmates, will serenade you while you do the dishes.

Hobbies: photography, hiking, the outdoors, landscape scenery, animals, 80s music, bullet journaling, working out.

Star sign: Pisces

Ideal vacation: A cabin in the mountains so he can hike and photograph to his heart’s content!

Why you’re a match: You guys would have such an easy, affectionate relationship once established, though it might take a little work to break the ice initially. If you both showed up to your first date in all-black, though, consider the ice well and truly shattered! Conversation would flow easily after that. On a sidenote, Jungkook would doubtless be taken by your hair colouring and get ideas himself.

You’re both creative souls and would bond quickly over your many shared hobbies. Jungkook has always shown interest in drawing but never much put his mind to it. Give him some lessons and he will stand distractingly over you, breathing down your neck. It might seem like he has ulterior motives but he’s trying his best to resist them. He genuinely wants to learn to draw! In return, he’d have you critique his shot composition/editing. He greatly regards your keen, artistic eye. And upon discovering that you enjoy hiking, he’d invite you to the mountains to frolic and get some landscape shots. Then bashfully request you feature in one. And then he’d gift you the print to add to your collection.

Many of his prints would join it over the years. :)

Your relationship may not be committed to the annals of history or punctuated by twisty-turny drama, but that is the best sort to have. Your relationship is remarkable, historic, exciting to the both of you. Loving him is easy and he reciprocates it with his whole heart. Neither of you will ever lack for intimacy or companionship.

I’m no longer accepting submissions for the shipping game - I’m posting matches for those that submitted before the deadline. Thank you for your understanding!

#shipping game #ask games #hello2mywholeworld

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kirby-the-gorb · 5 years ago

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reply roundup

trying a new format this time which is less nice looking but a tiny bit faster. (it still takes a long time to format these -n- ) under a readmore for length.

on [borth]:

@petewave said: THANK YOU SM!!!!!! IM SO GLAD WE BECAME FRIENDS!!! HERES TO ANOTHER YEAR MY FRIEND!!! <3

yeah!!!! yeah!!!! being friends with you is rad!!!!! <3

@monchursouls said: Happ birf korb!

he says thank you!

@baekko said: !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THEMMM

kirby and frog are natural friends!

on [headache]:

@the-halo-of-my-memory said: me too gumdrop, me too. hope that headache got better too op

it did, thank you <3

@dragonofcupcake said: I hope you feel better soon! headaches really suck...

I’m lucky because they only ever last a day at a time, so I’m okay! they are the worst tho, for sure.

@sugary-sea-snails said: nO WHO HURT THE PORB

the pain was coming... from inside the body! :0

@baekko said: Puffin up with the angy . Relatable

like a cobra. something wrong? get Rounder

on [ice pack]:

@the-halo-of-my-memory said: gumdrop sick, i shall cure him with a dozen kisses twice a day every day

kirby will be better in no time with that kind of medicine!

on [hello]:

@baekko said: His feet look fuzzy ....... i would like to tuch ..

they really do, I love textured brushes

on [wholesome games]:

@esmmazing said: So adorable 😍

thank you!

@dragonofcupcake said: ooh- good to know

they also have a steam curator profile if you ever need to go shopping lol

on [t-pose]:

@inexplicably-spookified said: A S S E R T B O R B I N A N C E

he is H E R E

@pillowah said: god bless this, what a delight

aww, thank you!

@acoustictreble said: it took an embarrassing amount of time to get it

it seems that either kirby t-posing looks especially strange, or it’s not as prolific of a meme as I thought. (you weren’t the only one confused, that’s for sure!)

@sugary-sea-snails said: I would make a bad pun but it's in french

je comprends francais, si vous voulez me dire! (please tell me the french pun if it’s not too late!)

on [stroll]:

@poltergeist-draws-probably said: he!! daily dose of serotonin. love him!!

this tag makes me super happy, thank you!

@inexplicably-spookified said: there he goes!!!!!!!!!!!!! where's he walkin' i want to join him

he is going to the park! he wants to touch some grass. he would love to have company. :>

@akirenhell said: THERE HE GO! A GOOD BOY

the BEST boy!

on [shark]:

@dragonofcupcake said: now im just imagining if the next kirby game had more of a focus on water. like we have water based levels in pretty much every game but its mostly about bringing down the next big bad thats doing something related to water. Shark (though maybe it would be called fin? Who knows) would be the new copy ability and maybe help with water mobility? and maybe do some sort of underwater spin attack... hmm

that could be really interesting, I know in most of the games power usage underwater has been either limited or completely unavailable so having water-specific powers would be nice. kinda reminds me of the jet power that turns up sometimes, so it would definitely be doable!

on [ballet]:

@the-halo-of-my-memory said: look at him doing his best. my lil gumdrop

he works hard!

on [gamer]:

@kirbyaes said: cute ! the little waddle dee and kirby !!!

thank you! everyone enjoys a good kirby game, including kirby.

on [jaws]:

@inexplicably-spookified said: splish splash!!!

he’s just havin a good time!

@the-halo-of-my-memory said: oh my god this is the coolest, and cutest. nvm i have baby shark stuck in my head again

you’ve passed on the curse, and now I must pass it on as well. lol (thank you!)

on [mochi]:

@the-halo-of-my-memory said: i saw this at like 3 am last night and had like a surrealist moment because i didnt know what i was looking at at first. gumdrop is just eating something that looks like him not looking at himself in the mirror while also being eaten by a bigger version of himself lol anyways this is cute af

it didn’t occur to me until I saw these tags that it really should be tagged as cursed image lol, that must have been wild

on [floor]:

@inexplicably-spookified said: *anime meta knight voice* it is....... pancake kerby......

I really can hear it in his voice lol wild

@akirenhell said: he...

it is!

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clearsundays · 5 years ago

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CHARACTER PROFILE: Sun’li Yhunja

Hello to all you lovely people in the FFXIV RP community! I just hopped off a looooong hiatus (tempted back by ShB... hehe) and am looking to slowly get back into RP. Okay, let’s dive right in!!!

BASICS ––– ☼

ALIAS: Sun

FULL/BIRTH NAME: Sun’li Yhunja

AGE: 22

RACE: Miqo’te (Keeper of the Moon)

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Demi-bisexual/romantic

PERSONAL ––– ☼

PROFESSION: Traveling conjurer and apothecary, also does odd jobs

HOBBIES: Scaling cliffs in search of rare plants, doing food challenges and Hingan number puzzles, sneaking into restricted libraries, being a busybody and sticking his nose where he shouldn’t

LANGUAGES: Common, Huntspeak, Ishgardian (limited), Hingan (limited), Xaelic (VERY limited)

RESIDENCE: Officially has an estate in the Lavender Beds, but is rarely at home. (His mailbox is often stuffed at max capacity...)

BIRTHPLACE: South Shroud

ENJOYS: Platonic skinship, taking care of others, dad jokes, friendly competition

FEARS: Uncertainty, loss of control, inadequacy

“Hey! You alright there? Keep your chin up; things’ll work out.”

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– ☼

HAIR: Rose-taupe, pale blond stripe

EYES: Rose-gold

HEIGHT: 5′3″; on the short side for his race and gender. But he doesn’t seem to realize he’s short. (Or rather, doesn’t seem to realize that most people are taller...)

BUILD: Slender at first glance, but his musculature is lean and toned. Having had acrobatics training in his childhood, he is flexible and light on his feet.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Keeper markings on his cheeks and, in the unlikely event you somehow manage to catch him with his shirt or jacket off, two large wing tattoos on his shoulder blades spanning his upper back and triceps.

COMMON APPEARANCE | ACCESSORIES: Dark red jacket, scarf, leather gloves, two-handed conjurer’s staff, hawkbill blade sheathed at his upper thigh, and a metal locket attached to a chain that contains a sealed sachet of smelling salts.

FAMILY ––– ☼

PARENTS: Sun Yhunja & Ezye’ir Yhunja. Currently vacationing in Yanxia.

SIBLINGS: (Oh boy!) From eldest to youngest: Sunha (eldest sister), Sun’a (eldest brother), Sunyi (elder sister), Sunyu (elder sister), Sun’to (elder brother), Sunhi (younger sister), Sunsa (younger sister), Sunne (younger sister), Sunan (younger sister), Sunai (youngest sister).

PETS: Kava (Red panda, ferries his mail), Aska (Chocobo, only takes with him on extended trips)

TRAITS ––– ☼

EXTROVERTED / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / IN BETWEEN

close minded / OPEN MINDED / in between

CALM / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / IN BETWEEN

cautious / RECKLESS / in between

patient / impatient / IN BETWEEN

OUTSPOKEN / reserved / in between

LEADER / follower / neither

EMPATHETIC / apathetic / in between

OPTIMISTIC / pessimistic / in between

traditional / MODERN / in between

HARD-WORKING / lazy / in between

cultured / uncultured / IN BETWEEN

LOYAL / disloyal / situational

RP HOOKS ––– ☼

Medic: Very straightforward - he’s obviously a healer with that big ol’ staff strapped to his back. He also used to tutor aspiring conjurers at Stillglade Fane and occasionally returns to the Shroud to run favors for his family and E-Sumi-Yan.

Obviously a Foreigner: Even in the blistering heat of Thanalan, Sun doesn’t take off his scarf or shed his jacket. Sometimes he runs jobs all the way to the Far East, and pretty much bulls through the language barrier with sheer tenacity and excessive charades. Sure, he might be dressed for Ishgard, but he definitely isn’t culturally groomed for any fancy House parties. If he’s committing a social faux pas, be a dear and let him know! Or if you’re fluent in the language, you could teach Sun a word or two. He’d certainly appreciate it!

Antagonist/Rival/FOIL: Sun is almost obnoxiously optimistic with a straight-arrow moral compass that he is quite often both reckless and loud about. An idealist at heart, he tends to look for the best in people even if it gets him bitten - but if that happens, don’t expect him to curl up and start crying in fetal position; he most certainly bites back. I’d certainly be interested in exploring this aspect of his character with someone who doesn’t mind butting heads with him!

More at Sun’s RPC Wiki Page! And of course, I’m open to suggestions!

☼ ––– OOC NOTES –––– ☼

Hi everyone! First off, thanks for taking the time to read this! Secondly, I would like to make clear that although Sun is a warm-hearted and generally kind character, he can be very blunt and stubborn at times. I firmly draw the line between IC and OOC, and would ask that you extend the same courtesy during interactions. If Sun has any conflict with your character or vice versa, please do not take it personally.

That said, I have a strong preference for paragraph and plot-based RPs with some direction. If you don’t have any in mind, I’d be happy to brainstorm ideas with you! I prefer Discord or GDocs RP or even Tumblr RP, as my working hours are unpredictable and those methods provide a measure of flexibility.

I WILL PLAY: most forms of RP, from serious darker themes to lighthearted fluff and humor. Plots are the best! Whether you want to involve him in your plot or vice versa, let’s talk about it!! Relationship development (whether platonic or romantic) is welcome and encouraged, but MUST make sense and develop organically. Just a disclaimer though, if you’re looking to attempt to romance him, expect the slowest burn of all slow burns. I’m talking ‘try to light some wet charcoal, but first you have to find the match in the lake’ slow burn. This man is seriously dense af; he’s oblivious when it comes to romantic or sexual suggestions unless it has pretty much been directly slapped in his face. And even then he will assume you’re joking.

ASK ABOUT: long-term or permanent injury, scarring, long-term captivity or imprisonment, significant mental tampering, or anything that might dramatically change his character.

I WON’T PLAY: permanent character death, permanent crippling, anything that would leave him unable to function independently. Also, should be kinda obvious, but please do not interact if you’re only looking to ERP.

SERVER: Mateus | Balmung (alt) | Crystal DC

TIME ZONE: PST (UTC -8)

AVAILABILITY: Afternoons or evenings; it varies as I keep an unpredictable work schedule.

CONTACT: @clearsundays or @elevensuns on Tumblr. In-game at Sun’li Yhunja on Mateus and Balmung (mostly on Mateus)!

Thank you again for reading! Pa-pa-ya pinging: ♥ @mooglemeet @ffxiv-crystal-rp @crystalxivrp @balmungrp

#ffxiv rp #ffxiv crystal rp #mateus rp #balmung rp #character development #sun'li yhunja

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